#and then youre doing your nails and he's just a giant teddy bear

[kentocalls]

laios touden | seven modern!au, established relationship. swf. you're doing your nails and laios is being laios. please get this man out of my head. (pet name : baby)

he stops in his footsteps as he realizes he's been incessantly speaking on the topic of why a highspeed rail would enable real solutions to transit problems without your usual hum or uh huh. you are the most patient listener and he feels tremendously alone in the hallway.

where have you drifted off to?

laios finds himself poking his head through every available doorway. kitchen? spotless, he gets lost in reimagined the meal held hours prior before being reminded, once again, he isn't close to you.

the bathroom is empty, smells vaguely of a grape handwash (purple you claim) he's come to associate with you.

he pads, room to room, so laser focused on finding your bright beaming smile he almost crashes into you, sitting on the ground, concentrating.

nail clippings lay a napkin, he's careful not to accidentally kick it as he ensnares you in a hug. legs caging your form as he stuffs his nose into your collarbone. "careful" you huff, nail paint bottle and brush barely escaping your skin. "baby, ten minutes please."

he groans, squeezes you tighter. mumbling nothings into your neck, his nose tickling, a giggle escapes. "not a baby."

"ooh, okay, my big strong baby." he pulls back to quip about nicknames and what how would you feel about being called his baby. his. baby. he catches himself blushing. oh, he gets it now.

you turn back to your task at hand. painting the delicate color on your finger tips slowly. going slowly means you'll stay inside your nail lines and won't need to shower to wash off the excess nail paint. laios, precious thing, continues to make himself known. "whatcha doing?"

"being fancy." a smile on your lips, laios tries to hold the nail paint bottle for you, ever so ready to help. "nu uh, i still need this." he pouts, arms encasing your waist, making your task infinitely harder.

he watches the gentle strokes of the brush as it lays a pretty color on your nails. admittingly, he hasn't considered the effort it takes, how delicately your hands move. laios wonders if you'd let him paint one, he thinks he would do a good job. but you're too efficient and quick. poking at his hand to hand him the bottle, "can you put this back in the rack please?"

you have a small collection of nail paints, all organized in a neat tray. laios eyes the open spot for the bottle before asking, "can you paint mine too?"

the palm of your hand feels cold as you attempt a comforting gesture, turning as much as you can, fingers still wide, trying to keep them protected from accidental touch. "of course, i just need to dry these a bit more." your lips form an o and you blow so gently, hand moving in opposite direction of your lips and laios feels hot all over.

you're murmuring about this being the time you won't bite your nails. the color is pretty, isn't it? you'll be good and not get nervous and chew on it. but laios is is still looping how close you are, how tenderly you're treating your hands, his hands. how careful your body is draped over him.

you're pouting as you examine his hands. he's not careful, you've known this, but his hands are pretty. strong, calloused in odd places. your touch is so tender, laios feels his ears burn at the close examination. your thumb runs over each of his nails, feeling for a jagged edge, filer ready in your other hand.

he watches your face with a soft smile, you're being so attentive. he twitches not expecting the coolness of the nail pain, you coo at him, aslk "too cold, baby?" in a manner too sweet, trails after the hand that was on his cheek. and you're back to finish his other fingers.

explaining he has to sit still for ten minutes. he only chuckles in response, he can sit like, with you so close, forever. you undermine how content he feels right now. you bring a hand up to inspect the color, blowing lightly at the wet color.

"you have such nice nail beds." you sigh, voice soft and dreamy. laios is wants to kiss you so badly, you wouldn't be upset right? he doesn't need his hands to kiss you. he shuffles closer but a hand to his chest stops him. "be good for me, sit still."

he's frowning. what's a kiss? but you lean in close, so close and all do that voice he's so weak to, honey laced and serious "laios? be good yeah? sit still."

right right right, he can be good. he can be absolutely good. the best. the bestest damn good ever! sits up straighter, determined, you giggle and shuffle out of the cocoon of his body. surprised how easily he gave in.

his eyes rake over you. he's going to kiss you so hard after these ten minutes. he waves his hands in the hair, blows on them to dry faster. gosh! he feels so helpless as he sits on the ground, hands up as if he's done something wrong, robbed a bank or pushed a child but when he's the victim here! how dare you leave without kissing him, steal all the warmth!

he tries to count the seconds in his head, converts them to minutes and is all but near five hundred and fifty five seconds before he hears a clash from the kitchen. oh no, oh no did he leave the jam jar on the top shelf again? you know better than to tip-toe to grab at it. he's on his feet and moving, breath held tight when he's greeted with a "laios touden!"

he forgets how to speak, you look so pretty. standing in the green kitchen, wooden spatula in one hand, the other on your hip, brows furrowed at the tall man. oh, you're mad-mad at him, and it's probably his fault he's sure, but all of your attention is on him, finally.

greedily he gets closer, stupidly he reaches out as you swat a hand away. the spatula points to the right, perfectly timed meow and your fingers look so pretty gripping that spatula. laios will kiss each one happily--

"we aren't allowed to take another one in." the black cat now brushes against laios leg, supporting the blond as he pulls you close to him. your resolve to stay mad faltering. "my baby," he emphasis, lips getting pouty "winter was waiting for me on a train boxset. it was a sign from the universe, i couldn't say no."

but you can, after you escape the warmth of his hold, why is he so tall and strong. his hold is firm and resolute, "no, no, no i'm not listening this time. we already have three, laios!"

"you know how i feel about odd numbers." you do, of course you do.

"and you prefer prime numbers, three is good laios. including us that's five inhabitants, another perfect prime number. winter would make six. it's an even number but not a prime number. we already have the per- " the black cat brushes against you, you look down at the beautiful abyss of darkness "no."

you jump at another clash, laios' arms instantly tighten around you but he doesn't seem perplexed. he's trying to distract you with kisses and warm touches. that noise? that came from the bathroom this time didn't it?

your eyes scan the room, melon, cantaloupe and honey look back at you with lazy ease. only winter seems adamant about staying near you and invading your space, meowing, begging for pets and kisses.

if that accounts for all the cats you can see…laios starts to pepper you with kisses. "baby, my baby, listen, you know what my favorite number is? and what's also prime? seven is--" a tortoise cat zips into the kitchen and immediacy back out to the bathroom.

is it bad he finds the way you yell his full name kinda hot?

[wxnheart]

What is cuddling with the primarchs like. (And no just writing morty off with a stank joke plz)

Horus - Very affectionate, complete with quips and kisses. Loves to hold you in the crook of his arm. His tits are wonderful pillows.

Leman Russ - Leman is quite the cuddler, especially because he really likes skin-to-skin contact when you two cuddle. More than likely, you'll both be naked. To your surprise, horizontal loving doesn't happen as often as you thought it would.

Ferrus Manus - A bit stilted but he's got the spirit. His arms are of great interest to you so it's not out of the ordinary to marvel at them.

Fulgrim - Cuddling with Fulgrim has an 85% chance of leading to... other things so yeah. Cuddling also includes a very elaborate primping session.

Vulkan - About as vanilla and saccharine as it gets. Doesn't usually last long because the giant teddy bear is a walking furnace.

Rogal Dorn - Also a bit stilted with him, too. If anything, you'll be tucked under him and engaging in conversation over his latest project. His voice, though he doesn't believe it, is quite sonorous and lulls you into a peaceful doze.

Roboute Guilliman - You're the one sitting in his lap while he's busy doing paperwork or the like. You like to tease him and he'll chuckle and tell you to behave; this is said rather suggestively, too. 👀

Magnus - Funnily enough, you're cuddling and playing with his hair while nestled comfortably in one arm while he's busy reading a book or perhaps the latest treatise his brother Lorgar wrote.

Sanguinius - Just as saccharine as Vulkan's, complete with you being enveloped in his wings just as much are you are in his arms. Touching his feathers will make him rouse his wings, though.

Lion El'Jonson - LMAO.

Perturabo - You're begrudgingly (read: happily) nestled against him and he begrudgingly (read: ABSOLUTELY) accepts it.

Mortarion - The clingy koala of the group, even with the scowl on his face. If he had his way, he'd never let go. Don't you dare tell his brothers or sons, though.

Lorgar - The one who cocoons himself around you. He absolutely, positively adores your cuddle sessions. It's a wonderful retreat away from his obligations and foster father.

Jaghatai Khan - You're holding on to him for dear life while he goes fast so there goes your cuddle session. He's really the one who has no objections to cuddling but he doesn't actively seek them out, either.

Konrad Curze - Does looming over you smirking like a deranged gremlin count as cuddling? If so, then... nice!

Angron - One of the many reasons he has to hate the Nails. Wants your touch. Yearns for it, actually, and if he didn't have them, he'd have Mortarion beat as the clingiest koala to ever cling. Instead, he has to contend with thought and you have to contend with the crazed way he looks at you. Cheers, darling.

Corvus Corax - Cuddling him is like being enveloped by the comfortable darkness. Whenever you're surrounded by it, you're secure in his arms.

Alpharius - You cuddle one, you cuddle them all. Cuddle pile!

[rubendiasthoughts]

Josko Gvardiol as a boyfriend:

- In my mind Josko is just a giant teddy bear. Like he would be so cute and sweet with you, always so gentle.

- I feel like Josko would love to spend time with you in a very chill way. Like it doesn't have to be fancy, no need to go out all the time. I feel like he would love to just have a cozy night in with you, like maybe the two of you just lounging on the couch together, him always holding you close to him.

- He would be so affectionate with you in private, always touching you, kissing you. I don't really see him being big on PDA, but he would definitely always hold your hand or have his hand on the small of your back.

- I already said this, but Josko is definitely the boyfriend who would hold your purse, your phone and your stuff for you when you two are out. And then everyone would think it's so cute, cause there is tons of pictures of him guiding you to his car by your hand and holding your purse for you.

- Definitely a real gentleman, would open the door for you, always let you go ahead of him...

- I think Josko would love it when you scratch his scalp with your nails and it would kind of become your thing. Like he would just lay his head in your lap when you're maybe watching tv, and you would just play with his hair and scratch his scalp and he is just humming quietly with his eyes closed. He would find it so relaxing.

- I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who is just obsessed with his girl. He would think you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Like I have an image of him just staring at you when you're getting ready, with the most lovesick look on his face, his puppy eyes and he would be all "you are so pretty, baby".

- I also think that a big part of his love language would be acts of service. He would love to do things for you, even if they are little. Like bringing you a coffee to bed, cause he knows you like to have it right after you wake up, while reading a book. But it also would definitely work both ways for him - he loves it when you cook for him when he comes home from a tiring training or something.

- I don't see Josko being big on jealousy, like I feel like he would have so much trust in you and also feel so secure in himself that he doesn't think he has anything to worry. But I also think he would love the idea that you are his and only his and no one else could have you. And he would love to showcase it in subtle ways, like he's definitely getting you a necklace with a little J on it. And he would so love it of you got your nails done and got a little J on it.

- Play fighting is definitely a thing with Josko. Like him tickling you on the couch (just imagine his beautiful smile). Would often end up in a make out session.

- I just know he would be such a good kisser. Would love to have you in his lap, his hands all over you, gripping your waist, kneading your ass, brushing your hair away from your face and putting it behind your ear, while his lips are on yours, pushing his tounge into your mouth and then kissing down your neck.

- You would definitely become besties with his sisters, because he's so close with them and he would love it. I can just picture him when you're out in a restaurant with them, and he's just listening to your conversation with the softest smile on his face, so happy that you are getting along so well.

- Whenever the two of you have the day off you know he's not letting you out of the bed easily. Would love to have a lazy morning with you, just holding you on his arms, giving you little kisses while you catch up and talk about your week.

[klausysworld]

a friends to lovers klaus x gn! reader where klaus overhears reader ranting to their friend about how in love with him they are?

Pretty boy

I was in the kitchen making cookies, majority of the mix was in the oven while i sat on the counter with the bowl and spoon eating the remains. I was on face-time with my friend chatting about everything and nothing. Everyone else was out for a while so i had the house to myself

“sooo… speaking of romantic love interests…how’s the blonde one you hang around with” my friend asked wiggling their eyebrows suggestively

“mhm Rebekah?” i asked acting uninterested

“oh yea sure Rebekah, no. You know who i mean, what’s his name Nik?” they asked giggling

“he wouldn’t like you calling him Nik, he prefers Klaus” i muttered and licked the spoon glancing at the ground

“but he lets you calk him Nik right? Why is that again?” i sighed and dropped off the counter making my way to the sink to wash up the mess i had made

“probably because i don’t leave him alone, honestly he probably finds me unbelievably annoying” i heard my friend grumbling quietly before speaking up

“oh come on you know he loves you as much as you do him! You’re always going on about how he makes you stay home to ‘keep you safe’ like cmon, or what when he gives you paintings? oh oh! When you wear his clothes because he ‘gave them to you’ like take a hint?? He likes you, no, loves you. Just kiss him already you’ve waited this long” i filled the sink with warm soapy water and put the objects in to soak before sitting back up on the counter

“he’s got a lot going on right now, i don’t want to burden him with my feelings” i glanced to see my friend with their arms crossed and frowning

“they’re still your feelings. They should be heard not kept inside”

“i know…but…he just, he doesn’t feel the same okay?” i mumbled picking at my nails

“he could do” they persuaded

“but might not so it’s not really worth the heart break and the awkwardness and the embarrassment y’know? somethings are best left unheard” i nodded to myself and ignored my friends disappointment expression

“alright you can keep hiding it from him but at least just say it out loud, for your own piece of mind and mine, i wanna hear you say it” they sounded giddy and i saw them smiling on the screen

“you’re so childish i swear, but fine whatever. I sort of..kind of like-“

“don’t lie”

“-love him. I love him” i corrected

“who?”

“Klaus or Nik, Niklaus. I love Niklaus.” i admitted slowly

“why?”

“he’s got a good heart, he doesn’t always really show it, sometimes he can be…cruel and ruthless but in the end he always does it for a reason. He’s a family person, i admire that, he would do anything for them. Sometimes i pretend that they all think of me as family instead of a friend cuz i know that if i was that all of them would be there for me.” i rambled

“you’re drifting off about the family, what about him?” they continued asking

“he’s…lovely, he has this smile, he smirks most of the time but then there’s these moments when he really smiles and he just, he look so perfect, like an angel, i know that’s sort of impossible with his status but he just is. Oh and when he’s painting he goes all concentrated and focused, he’s like a giant teddy bear… His hair! have you seen his hair!? It looks so soft! It’s all curly but kinda fluffy at the same time, the urge to touch it is almost unbearable, like he’d probably bite my hand off but it might be worth it… i wonder what conditioner he uses” i was now leant against the wall with a smile on my face

“so he’s a pretty boy?” my friend asked now lead on their stomach swinging their legs back and forth with their head rested in their hands

“a very pretty boy” i agreed

“he’s got big blue eyes, sometimes he’ll give this fake innocent look and he looks like a big puppy, then when he gets mad they turn gold, he looks like magical- which like he is- you know what i mean” my friend hummed

“uhuh sure, so basically you are head over heals”

“it’s so hard loving him, one minute he’s pulled me to sit practically on top of him and the next he’s pushing me away and shoving me out the door. I don’t want to make him feel like he has to be with me… but i don’t want to face the rejection either…” i heard a throat clear and my head whipped round to see Klaus stood in the doorway. My face dropped and my heart sped up massively

“um- well…good-luck- call me! and don’t panic…or run away!” they hung up the call and i just stood there for a minute

Both of us just stayed silent for a moment, his eyes remained trained on mine as he slowly neared me with cautious steps

“love-“

“it’s not- i mean- i dont-“

“y/n-“

“it’s fine! It doesn’t even matter! i don’t know how much you heard but like-“

“most of it” he said being close enough to have both hands on my upper arms. I gulped and my face felt hot

“y/n…love… if you had just told me…”

“it’s not a big deal. i swear we can just pretend it didn’t happen, i’ll just leave you be for awhile and you’ll forget all about it” i could feel tears fall from my lashes as i shook my head trying to convince both him and myself. His face softened further and one hand slid up to my face as his thumb swiped at my tears away

“no no no, my love you don’t understand, i wanted to know, if you had told me sooner then we could have done something about it sooner”

“what?” i asked sniffling

“i’m so sorry i’ve made it hard to love me, i only pushed you away because i was worried you only saw me as a friend, i want to be with you too, i love you y/n, believe me i have for far too long”

“then why didn’t you say anything?“ i asked quietly

“i was…..afraid..i suppose, afraid that you would reject me too so-“ i cut him off by reaching up to hold the back if his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips moulded together perfectly, he responded quickly and i let my fingers wonder into his hair, his locks thicker than i thought and smooth. He breathed a laugh into my mouth before pulling away slightly

“was my hair as fluffy and soft as you’d imagined?” i laughed and nodded

“if you bit my hand off right now i wouldn’t even mind” he gave one of his rare but beautiful smiles and held me tighter

“i’m not quite sure how to top your little speech, i am very glad you think i’m pretty-“ i slapped his chest and gave him a shove

“shutup”

“i was just going to let you know that i would love to be your giant teddy bear”

“i changed my mind, i don’t love you”

“well that’s a lie isn’t it sweetheart?”

“just shut up” i whispered pulling him in for another kiss

[itsseohannbin]

soft changbin thoughts || cuddling

this was a completely self-indulgent idea i wrote at 3am after waking up from a dream of exactly this. I'm so down bad for this man it's insane. lowercase intended. not edited.

i truly believe this man loves (and i mean LOVES) to cuddle. absolutely adores it. specifically spooning tbh. i mean, look at him. he's just one big giant teddy bear practically begging to let him spoon you. when he comes home super late from working in the studio with chan and hannie to find you already passed out, snuggled deep into the soft mattress of your shared bed, nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and his favorite shirt hugging your body, he's an absolute goner... he'd come into the room, get one look at your sleeping figure, and his knees would buckle and he'd nearly fall to them because my god you're all his.

sure, he loves to have you spread across his chest, head tucked into the curve of where his shoulder and neck meet, hands splayed across his heart, legs thrown over his waist, pinning him to the mattress like an anxiety blanket, but there's something beautifully unique about holding you from behind and inhaling your scent as he drifts off to sleep.

he'd slip off his shirt and pants and slide under the covers behind your sleeping figure, wrapping his big arms around your soft body and pulling you tight against his plush chest, holding you close like he could protect you from everything bad in the world. and he'd be so warm. like, even if he trudged in through the snow, small droplets of water hanging off the ends of his curly hair, frost-bitten nose that's running slightly and hands as cold as ice, he'd be so SO warm against your back. so warm and intoxicating that, despite being dead to the world asleep, your body would automatically push against his when he pulls you closer, almost like you're trying to absorb him even in the deepest of sleeps. and he absolutely adores it. loves the way you bend and keen to his every touch, the slight frown that would spread across your lips when his cold hands first touch the bare skin of your stomach. man loves it.

and those nights when he comes home so incredibly stressed out about work, whether it be from the chords of the next song not quite sounding right, or the choreo he can't seem to nail, he's stressed, and when he climbs into bed, he doesn't immediately curl himself around your sleeping figure. instead, he hovers at the edge of the bed, back facing you, hands curled under his pillow, eyes squeezed shut to prevent the stress-induced tears from falling down his cheeks. but when he inevitably opens his eyes, they do. they fall silently and it makes him more frustrated. his shoulders shake slightly from the force of his distressed cries, and when he feels a shift in the bed behind him, he freezes, hoping to god you're just turning over and he didn't wake you up. and then, a second later, when your arm curls around his waist and you pull him closer to your small body, he falls apart. he loves to spoon you, but fuck, there's just something about being the little spoon that really makes him melt. his heart will flutter like he's sixteen years old again experiencing his first crush, his tears will stop abruptly, his frown will slowly curve upwards into the softest smile. because he's being engulfed by you. your scent, the feeling of your arm hanging loosely over his hip, the heat of your breath ticking the skin of his back. he adores being taken care of in moments like this, and it's the intimate moments like this that make him all the more aware of how much he utterly adores you. when your thumb starts to slowly draw circles just above his belly button in a soothing manner and your leg pushes to rest in between his intimately, signaling you're more awake than he initially thought, he can't help but murmur the softest "i love you" as you help bring him back down to the present. help lower his heart rate, help the stress leave his body enough to allow him to relax. he always seems to have the best of sleeps when you're laying next to him in bed, but when you're holding him this way, protecting him from all the worries of the world, he feels like he could sleep peacefully for eternity

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i just wanna hold him so bad it makes my heart ache :(

Taglist || @moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad @newhope8 @noellllslut @queenmea604 @bethanysnow @yxnjinsduality

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hey, I’m very excited for your Kinktober 2023 celebration!

Here’s my ask:

Character - Lloyd Hansen

Kink - Praise/Cuddling/Aftercare

Bonus - Werebear!Lloyd

Okay, so the idea is that Lloyd wasn’t always a werebear, but he got turned into one, just like how the witch in Beauty and the Beast turned the prince into a monster.

Werebear!Lloyd has found his mate and dragged her home. But even after she calmed down from being kidnapped, and then finding herself in a weirdly intense relationship with this creature/man… Lloyd is struggling with the bear’s instincts. They’re so different from his own. He liked rough, dirty sex that ended with him slipping out the door fifteen minutes after the deed was done. The bear wants to cuddle, and if he doesn’t get the appropriate amount of cuddling in, he’s on edge and cranky. Really cranky - and he takes it out on Lloyd.

Nowadays, Lloyd craves cuddling. He used to hate it. The bear inside of him demands he spend hours cuddling with his mate, multiple times per day. Lloyd finds that he needs to praise his mate. He has to gain her approval - the bear demands it. All of a sudden the selfish, rude, and vicious Lloyd Hansen has developed a teddy bear streak, thanks to finding his mate and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

How does he reconcile the werebear’s powerful instincts with the human side of his personality, especially when the bear’s need for softness with its mate refuses to be denied?

Little Cub

softdark werebear!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: above

warnings: small amount of fluff, monster kink, big dick, smut, rape, Lloyd being himself, humiliation, dark stuff, kidnapping, blood

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic. This is kinda a dark fic….just so you know. Will do another part if you request it

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd is planning how he’s going to torture the fucking cunt who cursed him into this beast. He perhaps was a monster, but still didn’t deserve that. His words. It’s not his fault that he didn’t want to kiss her. That bitch looked ugly as fuck.

He can still feel how his bones cracked and muscles twisted as he transformed. The painful screams he let out as he became the thing she cursed him to be in all eternity.

A bear. A giant light brown bear with sharp claws and teeth.

There’s not a moment he isn’t reminded of what he is now, even when he isn’t in his other form. From his now sharper and longer finger nails to how his body is now covered in more hair, though, he must say, he likes the mustache.

Not only is his normal physical form now different. Lloyd is so hungry all the time and mostly for meat. Problem is that he’s alone in his castle with no staff or anyone to bring him food. Well, there once were people, but his hunger got the best of him. Now, he’s all alone. He’s forced to go into the woods and hunt for whatever living creature he sees. On lucky days, he finds humans in the forest, hunting or just taking a walk, but most days he just finds deers, bunnies or wolfs.

The hunger isn’t his biggest problem though, no, it’s how fucking hard he gets for no reason at all 24/7. He could be sitting down in one of many lounge areas and suddenly get a boner without thinking of anything slightly dirty. It’s not like he doesn’t have needs and jacks himself off a lot, but this is way different. It’s painful. When he tries to ignore it, he feels how the beast is making him feel like a thousand bullets are piercing through his skin. Like needles are boring through his bones and muscles. His muscles tense, his nails getting longer, veins popping until he transforms into what he hates most. Once transformed, the need to breed is so strong he humps everything which is near him, trying to get rid of the pain. In his other form, he doesn’t feel like him. It’s like he’s only half himself. The bear is a constant voice in his head, making him insane.

Over time, Lloyd got better at controlling it, but the smallest things could set the beast in him free. He only leaves his castle to hunt for food. He can’t even drink his sorrows away because he already drank every bottle in the castle….in just three months.

Oh, but Lloyd would’ve never guessed how lucky he would get today when he goes to hunt in the woods.

Today, you are on a walk in the forest. The sky is covered in thick grey clouds. It’s getting grayer by every passing second. You just wanted to go on a quick walk to clear your head, but got lost, though you are not panicking. You would be, if you knew what was going to happen because not so far away you caught the attention of the hungry eyes of Lloyd. His pupils are dilated that there is no white anymore. Your sweet smell making his dick painfully hard. Lloyd already smelled you miles away, running immediately into the forest when he first caught the smell of your scent.

You walk down an old path, asking yourself how you get out of the forest, until you hear something. You turn around, but see nothing. A breath leaves your lungs you didn’t know you held in. Just as you are about to continue down the path, you come face to face, well, more like face to chest, with the chest of a big man. Hair is covering his entire chest and as you move your eyes upwards, you can see his dark eyes staring right into your soul.

You don’t move, you can’t move. You’re too scared to make a move.

“Run, rabbit” he says, flashing you his sharp teeth in a cocky manner. Fear finally crosses your face, and a scream leaves your mouth as the man slowly starts to get bigger. You take off and run away, his laugh fallowing you. You run through the woods, like your life depends on it because it probably does. There’s no explanation that you can think of as to what he is. You just know that he’s not good.

It starts to rain, first, only small drops before a full on shower. The once dry ground is now muddy and slippery, making you almost slip. The falling raindrops are hitting your cheeks and making it sting like needles. You almost don’t hear a loud growl behind you due to the rain. It’s getting closer and closer.

In your panic you don’t see the wet mud line before you and the next thing you know, you slipped out and fell into the mud, but at least not face first.

You turn around in the mud to see a giant bear in-front of you, looking at you with his cold dead eyes. The color of his fur, the sharp teeth and the look he is giving you makes you realize that this monster in front of you is the man.

You somehow can’t scream, even as the beast jumps at you and presses you deeper into the mud and before you know it, this monster raises his claw and rips your clothes off in one swift move. You try to get out from under him with no luck.

He’s too big.

The beast sniffs you before grazing his teeth over your collarbone to your stomach. Silent tears start to run down your face.

It suddenly puts a claw on your left shoulder and presses your right leg up, putting you in an uncomfortable position. You feel something hard touch your pussy and it’s then when it dawns on you what is going to happen.

The monster doesn’t give you a chance before slamming his dick into your pussy, giving you no time to adjust. This time you scream. You scream like you are getting torn apart because you literally are. It feels like someone is cutting you open.

Lloyd doesn’t care about your screaming or your tears, he’s desperate for this, no matter how fucked up it is. He’s diving into your pussy over and over again. As Lloyd thrusts into you, his furry hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. He growls low in his throat as he takes you, his thrusts deep and powerful.

You feel pain with only a little bit of pleasure. Even if you know your climax is approaching, you are begging him to stop. The begging coming out as screams for mercy.

Lloyd’s thrusts are growing deeper and more powerful, his groans echoing through the woods. He doesn’t care that you come around his dick and neither that you start coating his dick in your blood. He thrusts faster into you before shooting his sperms into your pussy with a loud roar.

Your eyes widen a last time as his cum fills you up before the black around your vision takes over. This doesn’t stop Lloyd though, from rutting into your passed out form again and again, needing to release.

Once Lloyd is done, he pulls out of you, automatically growling, well, more like the beast in him, as his sperm spills out of your abused pussy. Still in his beast form, he turns to make his way back to the castle, but something pulls him back.

The beast.

It’s making his body feel like it’s on fire, burning down with no way of putting it out. He falls to the ground, feeling like he’s going to die until he smells you. Lloyd looks over at you, not understanding why you stopped the monster’s torture on him. He slowly manages to get up and goes over to you, grunting before biting into your leg and pulling you with him to his castle.

As he arrives, he drags down to the cells. Lloyd grunts as his body becomes smaller again once he lets go of your leg. The hair falling down, the ears vanishing and his teeth and claws shrinking. He stands up, getting used to his body again, feeling exhausted now that he feels all the orgasms he had. Having an orgasm as a bear is like having three orgasms and he had five bear orgasms. He is ready to go to sleep.

His eyes move to you before he walks out of the room, not staring at your naked body, but your soft face framed by your beautiful hair. He shakes his head as he realizes what he’s doing and walks out, slamming the cell behind him and locking it.

Your body is in pain is the first thing you realize as you come back from what felt like the dead. You open your eyes, blinking a few times before you start to realize where you are. Curses leave your mouth as you try to move your body, deciding to just stay in the position for a while as the pain grows bigger every time you try to move. You look at the room from the ground, gray stone walls, no windows, cold hard stone ground and prison bars as a door.

“No no no no no” you say over and over again, panicking at the fact of where you are. You manage to move in an upward position, letting your back rest against the cold stones. A deep pain interrupts from your leg as you move it and as you look down at it, you see a deep bite mark. It’s still red and bloody, looking like out of a true horror movie. Not only that, but you can also see the dried blood on your body at your pussy. The rest of your body, including your hair, is covered in now dry mud.

You cry as you remember what happened, the beast catching you and fucking you in the mud. You don’t know how you got here, but looking at the bite mark, you can imagine that wherever you are, the monster is here too.

“Stop crying so fucking loud” a voice whispers aggressively from behind the bars.

You lift your head to look at the voice and see the man from the woods, the man who transformed into a monster.

“Go away!” you scream at him.

The man sighs and throws his head back, annoyed. He pushes himself off the wall and leans with his head pressed on the bars. A mocking pout spreads on his face.

“Aww, is the girl scared of the bad big bear?”

You wipe your tears away, looking at him with pure rage. “Fuck you”.

Lloyd laughs, his sharp teeth shining brightly in the moonlight from the small window. “Again? You truly are a freaky hell of a woman” he says, winking at you.

The veins in your neck are about to pop as you charge at him. Well, try to charge at him, but your legs give midway out, falling right onto your knees.

“Cute” he says, looking unimpressed.

You lay defeated on the floor, feeling dirty and gross. You wished you never would have entered the woods.

He looks at you, feeling weird, like he feels a deep pain in his heart. Pity? Sadness? Regret? God knows what it is, but Lloyd doesn’t like it. He can feel the beast inside him starting to get hectic, needing to be pet out.

His gaze wanders to you once again. Normally, he would have killed his victims by now or eaten them, but the beast won’t let him eat you, even though you taste so delicious.

Lloyd thinks for a moment, before asking, “what’s your name?”.

“Why should I tell you my name?”

Lloyd opens the door. “Because I’m hungry and your blood smells delicious”.

You gulp and say “My name is y/n”.

He steps closer and crouches down in front of you, grabbing your face and pulling it harshly as you try to move your head away from his soft touch.

“Such a pretty name to such a pretty face and pussy” Lloyd says smelling your dirty hair.

Not only can he smell you but also you him. You smell a dark woody smell mixed with sweet apple. Two opposite smells, one sweet and the other a strong manly smell, but they still fit together like two sides of the same coin. Now that he’s so close, you can analyze his face, from his thick mustache to his light freckles and beautiful eyes that aren’t as dark as you remembered them to be.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask, trying not to shake out of fear.

Lloyd’s eyes move to meet yours, his eyes boring into you. He thinks for a minute, trying to ignore the beast before making a decision.

“No”

“N-No?” you look at him slightly confused. You truly thought he would kill you.

Lloyd lets go of your face and stands up and then simply walks out of the cell, not locking it. You think for a second of escaping. It’s a now or never situation, but you know you wouldn’t make it far in your condition and you are not that keen on seeing the monster in his form again, so you wait and are happy with your decision because not a second later he walks back in the cell with a bucket in his hand.

As he comes closer, you see that he is carrying a bucket filled with water and a wet cloth hanging on the side. Once in front of you, he puts the bucket down, making water splash down from the side.

“Clean up” Lloyd says, looking down at you. You nod, waiting for him to walk away, but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare at you.

You don’t know what to do; you don’t want him to watch your naked form even more. He looks like he’s waiting patiently for you to do something.

Just as you are about to grab the cloth and clean yourself, thinking he wants to watch you, he kicks your arm away from the bucket, making you wince.

“Oh, thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you” Lloyd says sarcastically. He got you something to clean up with and you don’t even bother to thank you. Typical women.

You can’t believe what you are hearing. This man, monster, who kidnapped you, raped you and hurt you wants a thank you. Not only are you confused as to his demands, but you also just learned that his name is Lloyd.

“Are you deaf!”

Lloyd’s screaming brings you back and you quickly shake your head. “Thank yo-“

“Is that what I told you to say!” he screams again.

“You told me to thank you and that’s what I-“ you can’t finish your sentence because Lloyd splashes some of the water on you.

“Say ‘thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you’. Now!”

“But-“ he sprinkles with his fingers some water on you again.

“Say. It”. You wipe your face before finally saying what Lloyd wants you to say. He grins as he stands straight again, but the grin doesn’t seem evil this time. It looks like a happy grin and if you look closely, you could see a small blush. Lloyd walks after soon after you said at, leaving you alone in the locked. Just as he’s about to walk around the corner, he turns back to you.

“Maybe you last longer than the last ones”

With that, he fully leaves, leaving your scared form alone.

The sky is pitch black and the air of the night cold as you are woken from your slumber by footsteps. You know there is only one other person in this place and you don’t want to see him. You act like you are still asleep, facing the wall, trying not to move, which is hard because you are freezing.

After you washed yourself with the bucket of water, you forgot you don’t have something to dry yourself with it or even to sit your ass on. The cold floor and the air are making you shake like crazy. You won’t be surprised if you catch a cold.

The footsteps come closer and closer. The closer they get, the more you notice those footsteps are heavy and sound like more than two feet.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize who-or what, it is.

You lay your face more into the floor, trying to sink into it, scared of what will happen soon. You can still feel his seeds inside you.

The footsteps stop in front of the cell and put a hand over your mouth. With some luck, the beast will just walk away if it sees you asleep. All hope is lost though, as the lock rattles. It rattles for some seconds before it stops.

Maybe it can’t open it in this form. Maybe it will walk away.

A scream almost leaves your lips as the beast suddenly trashes against the cell, trying to get in. It doesn’t take long before the cell door slams open. A tear slips down your cheek as the monster walks into the cell. Everything comes flashing back from when the beast was on top of you, slamming into you repeatedly. You hear it come closer and just beg god to let it be over fast. The claws of the beast turn you onto your back, but he doesn’t get on top of you. Instead of getting on top of you, the bear lays his head on your stomach, snuggling into you.

You are shocked at that action, not understanding what’s going on. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does.

You open your eyes and see the bear with closed eyes on your stomach, looking like a big puppy. As confused and freaked out as you are, you don’t complain.

He’s so warm.

After a while, when you are sure he’s 100% sure he’s asleep, you dare to put your hand on his head. He stops snoring as you do it, before continuing letting out soft snores.

You smile, seeing this huge bear be soft, even though he’s a monster-well, you don’t really know what he is.

This doesn’t mean you like him, though.

No.

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating David bowie:

Pairing: David bowie x gn!reader

Request: hey! if reqs are open, could you please do a general david bowie (late 60s early 70s) headcannons? nothing specific, anything you want to write! ♡

Warnings:

Notes: Thank you for the ask!!!! My requests are open so pop one in if you have the time! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome and appreciated!<3 also i relize that a lot of my moodboard pics are from later years oops

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Ok let's get one thing straight, David bowie is like top 3 boyfriends to ever exist. I mean just look at him and Iman

But enough about iman this is about you 🤭🤩

Like considering the money and power he has you'd definitely be able to have some super cool abnormal dates

He'd rent out a theme park for the night, and tell you to invite all your friends

You'd go on as many roller coasters as you could and didn't have to wait in a single line

He'd play some stupid game and win you the biggest teddy bear ever

In return you'd win him a matching bear and name the two stuffies after you guys.

You'd also go to the coolest places in whatever city you happened to be in

Sightseeing is a must

You guys take amazing photos and eventually start a photo album shortly after you start your relationship

You always go to his shows, to show your love and support, and because his music is so god damn amazing.

Sometimes you'll be the one to do his makeup before shows

That's also one of the things you do together. He'll do your makeup,you do his.

Sometimes (all the time) he'll ask for you opinions on his wardrobe, which colours to wear that day or which pattern to choose.

Your opinion is the only thing that matters to him and he deeply cherishes your input

You'll design his stage outfits together

He loves shopping for you too, insisting you'd look amazing in anything

"Well love you see, I thought you'd look really pretty in the new Hermes scarf but I couldn't chose a colour...so I bought them all."

While life can sometimes be at energy level 1000, there's also softer more domestic times that both you and David cherish

Waking up at 1pm and cooking breakfast together>>>>

You guys enjoy trying new cooking or baking recipies

Movie nights are a must

Just cozying up on the couch and putting on a comfort movie

You guys also paint together

David loves to draw and paint you it helps him relax from a stressful day

Sometimes things can be difficult with Davids mental and physical health, but you both try your very hardest to help him.

Staying home alone just the two of you can do wonders for his attitude

Reading books together is a must too

Sometimes you'd introduce him to a new book because you think it would make a killer song

And as much as David's fame is a blessing it can be a curse to

It's very hard to have complete privacy for long periods of time

And sometimes you have feelings of doubt on whether you are good enough

But you channel that doubt into a new adventure

You'd try all sorts of fashion,hair and makeup styles and see which ones david liked the most

If your the type to get your nails done then he is all ears. He loved to come with you to the salon, help pick colours, styles, ect

"What about stars- glitter stars???!!!" 😮

Of course with his line of work you sometimes have to be separated for long periods of time, but he always makes it up to you

He'll come home at 2 in the morning bearing gifts of the questionable variety

You'll be all tired and just see him holding a giant duck

"See it only looks like a duck, it's actually and lamp that doubles as a makeup storage kit!"

"...what?❤️"

You'd buy a big ol' house in the middle of nowhere to start your lives together

He'd fill it with the most wonderfully peculiar art pieces

You'd love getting to design a home together

Needless to say life with David is never dull

[yourtouchismidas]

Hi! I just wanted to pop by and say that I loved Ruins! I loved getting into bed and reading a new chapter honestly the way you write is beautiful. The last few chapters hurt my heart in a good way of course and when she has the baby. I can't! haha and when the boys all met baby Gigi I nearly cried! My heart physically couldn't take it! Matty just being in love with her is so pure! I can't wait to read whatever you write next but I'm also loving your little blurbs too! Would love to read about each of the boys and their relationship with Gigi! x

Omg thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

So I think her relationships with them is like this:

George - I think George teases her a lot. Makes her laugh. She's a drummer so they spend a lot of time together practising. George talks to her like she is an adult and so accidentally says inappropriate things sometimes but she loves him for it. He calls her Gus or Gus Gus the most. Sometimes even Gustopher. He's not entirely responsible. They're reluctant to leave Gigi with him by himself, when she is very little. However George is someone that, when she gets into her teen years, she tells about stuff going on her actual life. Who she fancies at school. Problems with friends. She knows he will be chill about stuff and won't worry as much as the others. George is the one she asks to buy her beer and whether the reaction she had to a drug at a party (when she is old enough obviously) is normal. When she drums in her first show, George is in the front row.

Ross - He pretends he is not but Ross is absolutely soft for this kid. He gets down on the floor with her and lets her climb on him. He lets her plait his hair and paint his nails and put blush on his face. The boys tease him about it and he just shrugs like he doesn't care that much but he would die for that kid. She goes through a phase where if she is around them on tour she wants Ross to do everything. Brush her hair. Get her dressed. Eat lunch with her. Ross stays deadpan about it and you apologize to him and says he doesn't have to, but he says it's okay, and secretly he loves it. He constantly reminds the other guys that he is her favourite. Gigi once accidentally snaps a string on his bass and you go to scold her for it and he ensures it's absolutely fine and these things happen because he doesn't want to see her cry. He hugs her tight and hopes she will always love him this much. Ross is an enabler with Matty when he talks about how much of a genius and a special kid Gigi is. Because in his eyes, she is too.

Adam- I think Gigi is slightly more shy of Adam, just because she sees him as another parent, a Dad, an authority figure, rather than just a giant teddy bear for her to play with, which is how she sees Ross and George. He teaches her guitar though and helps her with her reading when they are on the road. Sometimes, you and Matty want a night out, to go party and Adam looks after Gigi back at the hotel, watching TV with her and doing the full on night routine. You are closest to Adam out of the band and Gigi sees this and therefore trusts him with her life. Sometimes they end up having lunch together during the chaos and he chats to her about school and friends back home and her music lessons. He is a grounding person for her, a centre point, and eye in the storm of the other boys around her, including her wild father.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hey again! (Omg, I'm already bugging you again) I love that you're doing matchups at the Valentine's Day event and I'm so excited! You nailed it when you matched me with the man I love (Jotaro) but I was curious to know which other character I could match with in JJBA🙈

Oh, and it's here the link for my matchup: https://at.tumblr.com/strawmariee/hello-i-see-your-requests-are-closed-but-i-hope/aqy86643wxwm

My Hobbies: Well, I really like listening to music (I can spend the whole afternoon doing that, my poor ears lol), drawing, writing or reading fanfics or whatever, watching movies or series, exercising (I'm trying) and dancing.

My Appearence: Well, I'm a short girl (1.57cm/5'2), I have medium, wavy and dark blonde hair. I have green eyes, I'm thin and I'm also very white (Actually, in the sun I look like Edward Cullen). And I also have to wear glasses because without them I'm almost blind🥲

What I want out of a relationship: I want my boyfriend to treat me like a princess, you know? That he respects me, gives me my space when I need it and that he shows how much he loves me because I am a very insecure person🥲. I would like us to spend time talking about what we have in common and that when he has a problem he would run to me so I can comfort him🥺. And also that he laugh at my jokes because I love to tell them!

Dream First Date: Wow, whenever I think of a first date I always imagine myself in a movie theater with him. He would choose a horror movie on purpose just to scare me and hug him. And then he would take me to the beach where there would be a picnic waiting for us! Like that:

And I'm so excited to read everything you'll write! I'm sure it will be perfect as always!!😍

notes 💌: hi love :) you're the first person in this wonderful event, so happy valentine's day, dear! i am super honored to host an event like this, so thank you for supporting me and wanting a matchup! in this event i am playing cupid and super excited to match you up with someone new. I know I matched you with Jotaro, but I think I found a new man that fits you just as well <3

the character Cupid chooses for you this Valentine's Day is...

GYRO ZEPPELI!!

I know, I know, he's a lot different than Jotaro, that's for sure

but hear me out

the man is tall

really tall

so he will compare heights and call you short as a joke

he thinks it's cute though

he loves your eyes

as a fellow green eyed human being, he cant help but stare into yours all the time

he will braid your hair

yes

(please braid his too)

this man will absolutely treat you like a princess

it's kind of his thing

like i feel like thats how he wants a relationship to be

after he met johnny, gyro has learned to respect everyone, so you dont have to worry one bit about him respecting you or giving you space, because he is already prepared to help you with what you need

he is your #1 hype man

he calls you beautiful all the time and really shows that he loves you with all of his heart and soul

he loves talking to you, so expect a lot of long conversations with this man that last for far too long but are too much fun

and yes, to know that you are his hype girl makes his heart swell

he loves that you are there for him as much as he is for you

you two tell way too many stupid jokes and end up laughing for hours

and this is why i thought he was perfect. you have a lot in common, but those differences are what make you fit too :)

💌How would he ask you to be his valentine???

you would just be all comfortable at home chillin and mans comes in with a GIANT ASS TEDDY BEAR trying to squeeze its fluffy butt through the door, and a big bouquet of roses. he would give you his iconic smile and set all of the silly little valentine's trinkets on the table in front of you. "will you be my valentine?" he asks, a stupid grin slapped onto his lips. you giggle and run over to hug him nearly knocking him over. "of course i will, dummy."

💌 Valentine's Day Date

After gyro hands you an insane amount of valentine's day gifts, he leans down and presses a kiss onto your lips. "so, what do you want to do for the special day?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "I think we should-" "A horror movie sounds great." Gyro winked at you and you couldn't help but burst out into laugher. "Very romantic, Zeppeli." You joked, putting your hand lovingly onto your chest. "Isn't it?" Gyro handed you tickets that he had already purchased weeks ago. "Let's not be late, yeah?" You just smiled and latched onto his arm, letting him lead you to the movie theater. The movie wasn't long, but it sure as hell was scary. You knew why he chose it, so you could cling onto him whenever you got scared, but you left the movie theater with wide eyes. "I didn't mean for it to scare you that bad, darlin." Gyro gave you a concerned look and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss onto the lobe. "It wasn't that bad," you giggled, clutching onto his arm. "I mean, it was a good movie and I got you hug you the whole time, but I don't think I want to see a horror movie for a while." Gyro giggled at you and you two went for a short walk. You had no clue where the two of you were headed, but he sure did. "What's this?" You asked as he led you onto the beach. "Oh, nothin." Gyro said in a singsongy voice before looking down at a fully set up picnic. "Oh? What's this? A romantic picnic on the beach for two?!" You stared at it for a second and looked up at Gyro with a huge smile. "Gyro! I love it! How the heck did this get here?" "Johnny." Gyro laughed. "He helped me get it all set up." You quickly sat on the picnic blanket and watched the sunset while Gyro set up both of your dinners. You clanged a glass to his and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." <3

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[ryuseibutgayer]

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷,, 𝓣𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓭 - 𝓟𝓽. 2

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪, 𝓟𝓮𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓪𝓱 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 - 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱

𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲

● You simp (*σ´ｪ｀)σ❤️

● Buddy with those two kids running around, you'd think he goes to bed early to rest up, but ohohohohohohoe.

● He needs to stay up all fuckin night to make sure they don't wet their beds 😭

● Of course he obviously does not have bags under his eyes in the manga nor anime, he still gets adequate sleep- it's just all over the place, and he may be just about 15 minutes late for his first period class every now and then

● So he *tried* to use horror movies to keep himself up, but he ended up scaring Mana, who wandered into the living room at one in the morning, with that technique. So now, he's sitting in the pitch dark living room of his apartment while his mom runs an early morning/late night shift, brainlessly eating popcorn as he does his homework (to catch up on his first hour, which he may miss some things in due to possibly falling asleep from now and then in that class) with fucking Sanrio shows playing on the TV in front of him. Bright ass pastels on a retro awful looking ass TV screen filter with the volume at like 12

● Yall think he's the sane one of TR, h a h

● When he actually manages to get some sleep, he gives zero fucks less about how he is, how gar off the bed he is, how much he needs to pee, the temperature, 3am munchies, that assignment sitting on the corner of his desk, NAH. All of it goes straight to hell when he hits the lights, slips off his shirt, and dives straight under the covers.

● On most days he'll just flop onto the bed and roll over to the other side like once, only once in the middle of the night

● Please he's so tired, stop the bullshit and raise awareness of Mommitsuya Appreciation Week (ToT)

● Dead tired, you can see the pure effort and exhaustion in his tired silver lashes as he just snoozes away

● Snores, but honestly it's tolerable

● Just let the boy sleep (TvT)

● MANA QUIT THROWING THE TEDDY BEAR MITSUYA MADE FOR YOU AT YOUR DAMN SISTER

● ..Luna put the toilet plunger away- GODFUCKING DAMNIT THIS IS A HATE CRIME-

● Just avoid remembering Mitsuya's existence at 3am for yours and his best

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓴𝓲 (𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷) 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓪

● Bear-Man

● He just lifts himself up to sit in the corner of his bed, collapses under the giant heavy ass comforters, and snores like a meme

● He feels like he's on fire while he's asleep, so he'll stick out a foot from under the blankets

● 𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓣𝓸𝓴𝔂𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱?

● (I said that forgetting about the beginning of the anime lmao)

● Sleep talks but no one can hear it and it wouldn't make sense anyways

● He's really not afraid of anything grabbing him cause he's like "Well then let's see the bastard drag me away"

● I feel liiiike he's got a weighted blanket, 3 pillows, and a sleeping mask lmao

● He really seems like the guy to have an intense facial care routine before bed and bitch about not getting beauty sleep.

● Who's gonna break it to him-

● From 9 to 11. He sleeps. 14 hours.

● AND IF HIS WHITE NOISE MACHINE AINT PLAYIN RAIN HE AINT GOIN TO BED HES GONNA CREATE ANARCHY (oh please)

● He's always burning up in his sleep, but refuses to do anything about it.

● He sweats gallons, but is so dry- it doesn't make any sense- 😟

● He's pretty hard to wake up, but if the lights change at all in the room he's sleeping? Immediately up and Karen pterodactyl screaming

● Window is always cracked about 2 centimeters. It's broken.

● You can just like feel his body vibrate each time he snores lmao

● Very great cuddly buddy tho :> (Just raise your feet up so they aren't scratched by them toe nails-)

𝓡𝔂𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓲 (𝓟𝓮𝓱-𝓨𝓪𝓷) 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲

● I truly don't know what it is with this stick bug lookin crooked neck motherfucker and attracting bugs in his sleep

● AND HE TWISTS HIMSELF LIKE A BRICK HEADED PRETZEL TOO

● OK so get this, he's barely on the corner of the pillow with a foot off the bed, another propped up onto the wall, a hand by his side and the other off the bed

● And there's fucking flies buzzing around his face as ants just raid the crumb filled sheets

● a c k

● Maybe it's the whistle breathing sounds from his nose???

● I don't know

● Everyone in his house wants to suplex twirl, slam, then smother a pillow into Peh-Yan's face while he's asleep, it's disgusting

● He's so freezing cold oml

● Always has his window open. It's snowing. It's raining. It's sleeting. It's a tornado. It's a wildfire summer. WINDOW. 👏 OPEN. 👏

● Very cuddly tho, so that's,,, idk

● 1/10 recommend but not 0 at least

● You know he goes to bed at 11 and wakes up at 6. He's just. Weird.

● He eats a box of taco bell before bed routinely

● Raids the kitchen for milk in his sleep

[chickensarentcheap]

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I'm not even counting anymore. I'm just throwing shit onto the screen lmao

“I guess  I feel like I need to go.  Like it will give me some closure.  Finally let me put the old life…the old Esme…completely behind me.    That if I bring my new life to them and let them see it, they’ll finally let me go.  They’ll realize that I’m not that fragile little girl anymore; the one that they can  bully and boss around and control.  I want them to see who I am now.  What my life is like.  That’s not so bad, is it? To want them  to see that?”

“It’s not bad at all. And I get it. Why you want to do it.   I’m just worried that things aren’t going to go  the way you want.  That going there is just going  to open an even  bigger can of worms and make things worse.  I don’t want you getting hurt.  That’s all I’m worried about.  You.”

Grinning, she runs nail along his jaw; stopping at his chin and playfully squeezing it between thumb and forefinger.  “You really are a big softie, you know that?”

“When it comes to you? Yeah…”  Tyler gives a sheepish grin. “...guess I am.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.  I won’t ever tell anyone that you’re really just a gentle giant. A huge teddy bear.”

He frowns.

“A huge teddy bear that kill a man a hundred different ways.  With his bare hands.  Better?”

“I guess I’ll allow it.”

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[larkawolfgirl]

Honest Family (DBZ)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Dragon Ball

Relationships: Piccolo & Son Pan, Videl Satan & Son Pan, Son Gohan & Son Pan, Videl Satan & Son Gohan & Son Pan, Videl Satan & Son Gohan & Son Pan & Piccolo, Videl Satan/Son Gohan, Piccolo/Son Gohan, Piccolo & Son Gohan

Characters: Son Pan, Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Videl Satan, Son Gohan

Additional Tags: Family Dynamics, Family Fluff, Fluff, Family, Queerplatonic Relationships

Summary: Part 4 of Being Honest

A fun day at the park gets Pan thinking about the dynamics of her family.

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I squished my face against the cool windowpane, watching the cotton candy clouds float by. My little heart did a happy dance knowing that soon I would be in the park with Mommy, Daddy, and Uncle Piccolo.

I turned to my yellow stuffed bunny. One of his button eyes was loose, but Mommy said she’ll fix it soon. “Did you know Uncle Piccolo is back from his trip, Mr. Fluffles?”

"Pan, honey, are you ready?" Mommy called from downstairs. She always smelled like flowers and sunshine, and her hugs were warm like French toast sticks. Daddy was strong like a superhero and smart like the books with big words. And Uncle Piccolo? He was green and tall and didn't smile much, but his eyes were kind like a giant teddy bear's.

I hopped away from the window, my feet pitter-pattering on the floor as I scurried to get my little yellow backpack.

"Park, park, park!" I chanted to myself, imagining all the fun games Uncle Piccolo would play with me. Sometimes he pretended to be a grumpy dragon, and I was the knight with a stick-sword. Mommy and Daddy would watch us, clapping and laughing.

Running into the living room, I spotted skin the color of my favorite crayon. “Uncle Piccolo!” I shrieked scurrying to wrap my small arms around his leg.

He gave a rumbling laugh that reminded me of happy thunder. “It’s good to be back,” he said, running pointed nails through my hair.

“I wish you’d stop going away.” My lower lip trembled. Daddy always gave in when it did that.

 Of course, Uncle Piccolo was harder than that. He knelt down so that he was at my level. “I have to go out there to stay strong and vigilant. The same way your Mom and Dad have to go work.”

I dropped my head. “I know.”

Daddy quickly scooped me up into his arms and placed a kiss into my hair. "Is my little knight ready to conquer the swings?"

I giggled and nodded, the excitement bubbling inside me like fizzy juice.

"Uncle Piccolo, are you gonna be the dragon today?" I asked, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Perhaps," he said, and I knew that meant yes. He always said 'perhaps' when he wanted to surprise me.

Daddy grabbed the giant picnic basket heavy with enough sandwiches and cookies to feed a small army, or so Mommy said, and Mommy grabbed her little purse with important things like dinosaur band-aids and bug spray. We headed out the door, my hands in Mommy and Daddy's. Uncle Piccolo walked beside us. He didn't hold hands because his were big and different, but he was still part of our special circle.

The park was waiting for us with slides swings and laughter and sunshine. Today was going to be the best day ever because I was with my favorite people in the whole wide world. No one could have a better family than mine—not even the dragons.

Mommy helped me take my shoes off. The grass tickled my toes as I ran, giggling, toward the big green slide. Uncle Piccolo's superhero cape fluttered behind him like a giant leaf in the wind when he chased me. "You can't catch me," I squealed, darting away just as his long fingers nearly grazed my shoulder.

He could easily catch me if he tried (Uncle Piccolo is super fast!) but he always pretended to be slow.

"Do you remember the lesson of the dragon, Pan?" Uncle Piccolo called out, his voice cool and smooth like the pebbles by the stream.

"Be quick! Be smart!" I shouted back, remembering the last time we played and he told me stories of dragons that were clever and fast. Today, I was the dragon, swift and bright, and Uncle Piccolo was trying to catch me with his wise old tricks.

"That’s my girl!" He laughed, a sound not many heard, but it made me feel bubbly inside.

I scrambled up the steps of the slide, my little feet pattering. When I reached the top, I looked down. It was high up here, like being on Daddy's shoulders when we watched the stars. But I wasn't scared. I couldn’t fully control my flying power yet, but Uncle Piccolo was waiting at the bottom, his arms open just in case.

"Trust your family," he called up to me, his face all serious but kind. "We are always here to catch you."

Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I jumped off the side of the ledge. And then there was nothing holding me down. I was light as a dandelion puff on the breeze. My arms outstretched like wings as I lifted higher. “I’m doing it!” I squealed in delight as I rose up to the top of the tallest tree.

Mommy and Daddy were both smiling at me. Even Uncle Piccolo had that proud look to him. But he also looked super serious like he was concentrating really hard.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swirled around me. It was chilly and tickled my nose. Trying to hold it back, I wiggled my nose, but that only made it worse. “Achoo!”

My arms wobbled like jelly and my body did a sort of wobbly dance as I began to drop, drop, drop.

I tried to fly again, but it was too scary to focus. The air whistled against my ears and the ground was down, down, down.

But instead of hard earth, strong arms caught me. Uncle Piccolo cradled me safely, his green face relieved but still proud.

This was normal, but Mommy and Daddy rushed over just in case. Mommy bit her lip as she moved my hair aside to look at my face. “Such a brave girl,” she cooed.

“See, you can trust us,” Uncle Piccolo rumbled and even though it sounded like thunder it made me feel safe rather than scared.

I nodded as he set me back down on the soft grass.

“Looks like you almost had it today,” Daddy said with a huge grin.

I puffed out my cheeks. “Next time, I’ll stay up longer!”

"Of course, you will," he agreed, ruffling my hair which felt funny and nice.

"And I'll be right here, just in case," Uncle Piccolo promised.

We played more games—hide-and-seek, tag, and one where I tried to copy his funny stretches and poses. It was like a dance, but he said they were warrior moves to keep strong and ready for anything. Mommy and Daddy played some too!

"Always be prepared, Pan," Uncle Piccolo advised as I tried to make my body bend like his. "Mind and body, both must be sharp."

"Like when Mommy teaches me letters and numbers?" I asked, finally getting my leg to stick out straight, just like his.

"Exactly," Uncle Piccolo nodded, a small smile hiding somewhere in his face. "Your mommy and daddy make your mind sharp, while your daddy and I help your body. Together, we make you strong."

"Strong like you?" I asked, pushing out my chest and trying to look tall.

"Stronger," he answered.

"Promise?"

"Promise," he echoed. And I believed him because Uncle Piccolo never ever broke promises. Just like Mommy and Daddy, he was teaching me important things without even using a book or a chalkboard. Just by playing, laughing, and being with me in the bright park.

“Push me!” I called out, dashing to the swings. As soon as I sat down, he was there pushing gently against my back. He was always like that, never making me go high unless I asked. I always asked. But this time I decided I wanted to look around instead of watching everything whoosh as I zoomed back and forth.

A little boy tossed a ball back and forth with his mom. Next to them, two dads cheered on their daughter as she climbed the jungle gym higher and higher. And on the bench nearby, a mommy and daddy handed out sandwiches to a bunch of kids. Everyone seemed to have fun, different kinds of families.

"Uncle Piccolo, we have Mommy, Daddy, and you. That's three! But..." I scanned the park again, scrunching up my face in thought. "I don't see any other kid with three."

"Is that so?" His deep voice rumbled softly as he looked around with me.

"Am I... special?"

"Very special," he agreed.

Daddy said we were special because we were something called Saiyans. Uncle Piccolo was special too which is why he got to have bright green skin, sharp claws, and no appetite. I was glad that I got to eat like Mommy; cookies were my favorite. But it looked like our family was different in another way.

“Because I have you Uncle Piccolo.”

He stopped pushing the swing. “Many children have uncles, Pan.”

I shook my head. “Nuh uh, not like you.” I kicked my legs one by one.

He gripped the chains of the swing and I could see the muscles in his arm flex. “Why is that?” His voice sounded kinda funny.

“Because you live with us, teach me lots of things, and you and Daddy are close just like him and Mommy.”

“Did someone say something mean to you?”

I scrunched my face up. “No. Why would they?”

Uncle Piccolo relaxed and let go of the swing. “They should not. Our family is not their concern.”

It felt like I was missing something, like the piece of my Barbie puzzle that went missing last week.

“You feel like another Daddy,” I said, kicking my feet properly so that I began to move the swing.

“Is that right?” His powerful hands met my back with a gentle push.

“If you feel like a daddy and aren’t like normal uncles, then why am I not calling you Daddy too?”

I waited for him to make a joke that him and Daddy couldn’t both be called Daddy because it would be confusing. Instead, he crouched down beside me to make eye level. I could tell this was a serious conversation, so I stopped swinging again.

“Well, Pan,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “Being a parent is more than just spending time at your house. It’s your mom and dad who take care of you every day. I go away to think and train.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I insisted.

His lips twitched up the tiniest bit. “I will always be here for you, in my own way, Pan. But it is different. Your Mommy and Daddy have a special relationship.”

“So do you and Daddy.”

There was a pause. “Yes, we do. But that is different.”

I tilted my head, feeling as confused as I was when I realized my favorite dress no longer fit me. Mommy said I grew bigger. Maybe this was something I would understand when I was bigger still. For now, all I needed to know was that we were family, and that was the best thing to be, no matter how it looked.

"Okay, Uncle Piccolo," I said, satisfied for now. "Come on, let's have a snack!"

I settled in next to Mommy who put an arm around my shoulder. It made me warm and gooey like a hot peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Daddy said something that made both of them laugh. Daddy’s arm was around Mommy the way hers was around me, and she leaned into him like flowers bend toward the sun.

We drank juice and ate different kinds of sandwiches and cookies until I felt ready to burst.

“There’s a crumb on your cheek,” Daddy said. He reached over, but instead of wiping it away he jabbed at my tummy. It tickled. His fingers wiggled like spider legs over me, making me giggle uncontrollably. I squirmed and kicked out my legs, but I didn’t want him to stop.

Daddy was laughing and so was Mommy. Then I saw Uncle Piccolo, who was standing with his back against the nearby tree, also had a small smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t one for big, loud laughs, but I could tell that he was happy too.

After a while, Daddy got up to talk with Uncle Piccolo while I stayed and snuggled with Mommy. We watched the fluffy clouds go by trying to see any shapes. I saw a bunny, a whale, and a spaceship!

I looked over and saw that Daddy was holding Uncle Piccolo’s hand the way he often did with Mommy. They were both laughing. It was easy to make Daddy laugh, but it was super duper special to see Uncle Piccolo giving a full laugh.

“Look at them, Mommy. They’re so happy.”

Mommy chuckled and rested her head on top of mine making me feel cozy. “They are, aren’t they?”

“Mommy, I thought Mommies and Daddies held hands, but Uncle Piccolo says he isn’t another daddy.”

Mommy sighed. It seemed like none of them knew how to answer me. “What your Daddy and Uncle Piccolo have is special, but it isn’t the same as what your Daddy and me have.”

“But they laugh together and hold hands and everything!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, they do. It’s complicated. You will understand more when you are older.” I couldn’t see, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

“I will because I’m going to be just like you!”

Her arms squeezed me tight. “Like me?”

“Uh huh!” I nod so hard my pigtails bounce. “You’re super brave and kind. Like that time you stood in front of that big doggy to protect the little baby duckies.” I puff my cheeks trying to look as brave as Mommy did.

She laughed and it sounded like my music box. "Standing up for those who need help is very important. But you have to be careful too.”

"I will!" I promised, stomping one foot to show I mean it. “Because I’m also gonna be strong like Daddy and wise like Uncle Piccolo!”

Daddy came over and bent down to ruffle my hair. “Is that so?”

“Yep!” I bounced my head up and down. “Because my family is amazing!”

Daddy squeezed my leg with a huge smile on his face. “We are pretty amazing.”

I lowered my voice trying to be serious. “Daddy…I already asked Mommy and Uncle Piccolo, but why is Uncle Piccolo my uncle and not another dad?”

Daddy put his hands on my shoulders. He looked really serious. It made me nervous since he was usually all smiles. “In a way Piccolo kind of is like another dad, but…it depends on how you want to define what a dad is.”

“I love him the way I love Mommy. Don’t you love him that way too?”

“Not exactly. We have different kinds of love for different people.”

“Like how I love ice cream and Mr. Snuggles, but I eat ice cream instead of hugging it?” I asked, trying to understand.

“Exactly. I’m your Daddy because I helped make you, but Piccolo takes care of you just like a Daddy does. So, you can think of him that way if you want, but do you want to know a secret?” There was a hint of a smile now.

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

“Uncle Piccolo is a special name. That’s why he’s your uncle.”

I beamed. “It’s special?”

“Yeah,” Daddy said, voice sounding all soft. “That’s what I used to call him.”

There were still twisty tangles in my thoughts like how the strings got when I tried knitting with Grandma. I didn’t understand what Daddy meant by defining what a dad was, but what I did understand was that Uncle Piccolo was special and that his name was even more special.

“Then Uncle Piccolo is definitely Uncle Piccolo! And he’s the best uncle ever!” I declared.

Daddy’s smile turned all big and I could see Uncle Piccolo smiling too. When I turned my head, I saw that even Mommy was smiling. I had to be the luckiest little girl in the world to have a family different in all the good ways. I wanted to stay in that moment forever, with the sun shining down and laughter surrounding us.

[abbatoirablaze]

Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight angst.

“Just the two of us,” he smiled, gently nudging her, “you and I…enjoying all of the special Valentine’s day classic tropes.  Which one should we do first?  Giant teddy bear?  Heart-shaped box full of chocolates?  A dozen red roses?”

“Abed…we-we don’t have to do anything special,” she shrugged, happy at the thought that Abed wanted to do something sweet despite his uncharacteristically non-romantic nature, “I just-I’m happy just being with you!”

“I’m happy being with you too, Tawney!”

“I was thinking though…maybe if you’re free tonight we could do dinner at one of our dorms?” she asked. 

Abed nodded, “I’d really like that!”

“So…have you told Troy that we’re seeing each other yet?”

A blush rose to Abed’s cheeks, “no…that’s probably the one thing about me that Troy doesn’t know.”

She gasped, surprised at the fact that Abed hadn’t told his best friend about their relationship, “but you tell Troy everything.”

“Honestly, I like that this is just something between us,” he admitted, “just the two of us are in on it.”

“It is kind of adorable,” she admitted, nodding along, “I mean…everyone kind of assumes that we like each other, but I don’t think any of them really know that we’re together.”

“It’s nice…”

“It is!”

“So…what other plans do you have today?”

“None really,” she shrugged, “I mean, aside from the group…but we both have that.  Oh.  We have class too!”

Abed chuckled, walking into the library.  He was quick to make his way up the stairs to open the door for her, before following into the study group’s room. 

“You know…I think tha-“

“Oh, Abed!  Tawney!” Shirley cooed, breaking Abed away from what he was about to say.  The young couple smiled at her as she waved excitedly at them, “Happy Valentine’s day!”

“Happy Valentine’s day, Shirley!”

“Happy Valentine’s day!”

“Do either of you have any plans after classes?” she asked, as each one of them took their seats.  They shrugged, not wanting to give away the fact that they were going to be spending the evening together.  She sighed, hoping for more of an answer, but then regrouped, “you know.  Andre and I are planning on going to dinner.  He’s so sweet.  He always gets me a cute little heart-shaped bo-“

“Classic trope!” Abed smiled, using finger guns to point at her, “he’s a cool guy!”

“Abed-“

“No, I’m not being sarcastic,” he said quickly, “I can really appreciate the classic tropes when they’re applied in real life!”

Shirley looked to Tawney and sighed, shaking her head as the rest of the group started filing in, “we don’t have much time before class…so what do you guys want to go over?”

“Do we really have time to go over anything?” Tawney asked Annie. 

Pierce giggled, “you girls could go over your nails and hot gossip if you’re bored.”

“What?”

“What?”

“That wasn’t funny,” Abed said firmly, looking at Pierce, “if you would have said something like-“

“Abed don’t help him!” Shirley said briskly, shaking her head at him, “oh are any of you going to the Valentine’s Day dance tomorrow night?”

“We could?” Abed shrugged, “I’ve never gone to one of those before!”

“Oh look it’s the cupid being!”

Tawney turned to see the creepy school mascot coming in dressed up to look like cupid. 

“Now it has arrows,” both Jeff and Tawney scoffed at the same time, “that’s safe.”

They looked at one another in disbelief while the cupid started walking around the table, handing Shirley a box of chocolates, and a rose to Annie.  Tawney couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the two receiving gifts from a cafeteria worker and Vaughn. 

“He’s away on a vision quest!” Annie smiled as she looked between the rose and the table. Tawney then felt a pang in the pit of her stomach as the cupid being pulled a muffin basket from his cart and placed that in front of her boyfriend.

“You got something, Abed?” Troy asked in his own state of shock.

Abed sighed as he reached for the piece of tech to sign for it, “just another muffin basket from another actress who wants to be in my next film!”

“Does that work?” Jeff asked.

“Yep,” he lied, “Meryl Streep has two Oscars because of her baking.”

Shirley gasped, surprised to hear that coming from Abed, while the others looked between each other, trying to distinguish what exactly he was insinuating. 

Abed looked around at the table and realized that they thought he was telling the truth, “oh that’s sarcasm.  But I just forgot to inflect.”

“Yeah, bud-“

“This sounds way more like sarcasm!” Abed said sarcastically, “this sounds way more interesting!”

“That big bag at the bottom,” Pierce asked, turning his attention to the cupid being, “is that for me?”

The cupid being lifted his head from his orders to shake it at Pierce.  Troy turned towards him too, asking a similar question, “anything in there for Troy?  Troy Barnes?  Barnes, comma, Troy.”

“Who cares about getting things,” Pierce grumbled, “it destroys the true meaning of Valentine’s day.  The birth of Saint Valentines.”

“Oh good, now it has arrows,” Britta said as she made her way into the room with a cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses.  The cupid being gave her a look as it passed through the doors of the study room, “that’s safe.  Sorry I’m late guys.”

“It’s okay!” Annie said quickly.

“You’re actually very early!” Pierce lied.

“Oh god I’m really late!” she said as she sat down. 

Tawney, Annie, and Shirley agreed with her sentiments, gathering their stuff and heading out, with everyone expressing their interest in leaving and bidding her a soft farewell. 

“Hey….wait up!” Abed said quickly, grabbing his muffin basket and following after Tawney.

It had been a long day for Abed. 

Jeff had admitted to him that Britta had gotten drunk and made a BCI voicemail for him the previous night. 

On top of that Spanish class was somewhat of a mess with Troy and Pierce jealous that no one had sent them gifts, so they had sent themselves something. 

And then, Jeff had approached him while he was filming, letting him know that things between himself and Britta had gotten worse, so Abed hadn’t thought twice about cancelling his plans with Tawney and inviting Jeff to his place to get drunk.

Only…it would have made more sense if Abed had actually messaged Tawney and cancelled the plans on her. 

Instead, he simply ignored his phone, forgetting about it after Jeff had encouraged him to get drunk with him in an attempt to properly leave a good voicemail. 

So when Tawney showed up at nearly ten, where the local pizza guy was passed out and Abed and Jeff were babbling incoherently, she felt like more of an afterthought. 

“Tawney…wh-what are you doing here?” Abed hiccupped. 

Tawney frowned, holding up the bag of now cold noodles, “i-I was trying to get ahold of you earlier.  I-“

“Oh, is that food for us?”Jeff asked, peering over the younger man’s shoulder.  Before Tawney could answer, Jeff had grabbed the bag and pulled it into the dorm, disappearing with it.  Tawney frowned.

“Is that-Jeff in there with you?” she asked cautiously, “Abed…are you and Jeff drunk right now?”

Abed’s mouth opened and he wanted to defend himself, but no words came from his lips.

“Did you…did you forget about our plans because you were hanging out, getting wasted with Jeff?” she asked.

“I didn’t….I forgot-“

“Save it,” she sighed, shaking her head at him, “I-I don’t know why I tried…thanks for making this Valentine’s day a really cruddy one, Abed.”

“Tawney…wait-“

“Go get some sleep!” she muttered, shaking him off easily and heading back down the hall and out of Abed’s dorm.

“Tawney….”

Tawney sighed as she listened to the voicemail that Abed had left her when he was drunk. 

She avoided him most of the day when he’d tried to speak to her, and thankfully she’d managed to make it to the dance without running into him.  But when he tried to speak to her she all but ran away from him, but seeing him now, at the dance, she was concerned. 

So she did the only thing she could think of. 

She hid in the bathroom and pulled out her phone so that she could listen to the voicemail she’d been dreading listening to all day. 

“I just made a turtle face at Jeff,” he giggled.  In the background Tawney could hear the giggling of the two men, before it got quiet and faded off.  She heard a clicking noise that sounded like him leaving the room, “I-I wanted to call you.”

She sighed at the pause in his call.

“I-I thought about you all night after you left,” he admitted drunkenly, “and-and I was an idiot.  I know that this feels like the classic guy making a big mistake and then throwing some big gesture out to win the girl back…but I-I don’t have a grand gesture. I don’t have some big plan where I throw an amazing romantic event that brings you back to me…I just-“

“Abed….Abed!” a voice called, stopping the man’s monologue, “I-what should I tell Britta?”

“Just tell her whatever…go away!” Abed said quickly, shutting the door once more before he turned his attention back to his phone, “I-I don’t remember what I was saying.”

“Oh Abed….” She sighed. 

“Right…right…I-I don’t have something to bring you back to me,” he admitted, “and honestly, I wouldn’t even know where to start.  I mean, you know me.  You know that I look at life through a lens.  So I don’t-I don’t know how to do romance…or dating…I’ve spent my whole life hiding behind a camera.  Making life seem like it’s some big tv show…following plots.  Imagining what life would be like if I were a character there.  I-I’ve never really felt like I belonged.  Never felt like I was a human…just a character on a show…but then I met you…I understood all of those tropes that didn’t make sense anymore.  Everything that felt too illogical seemed to make sense in an instant because of you…I-I messed up tonight.  And I know that you’ll probably be upset with me.  I ruined our first Valentine’s Day together…but I want to make it up to you…because you’re amazing Tawney…and you deserve so much more than some jerk boyfriend who puts his friend’s needs ahead of yours…”

Tawney bit her lip as the voicemail ended, and the machine asked if she would like to delete, save, or replay it.  Looking down at her phone she closed it and put it back in her purse. 

With every intent to find Abed, she threw open the bathroom door and was surprised to see him standing in the hall, looking like he was lost. 

Was he looking for her?

“A-Abed?”

His head snapped in her direction and he rushed over, the smallest of hopeful smiles playing on his lips, “Tawney…y-you’re still here.”

“Yeah…” she said softy, nodding her head, “I uh-I listened to the voicemail you left…”

“I-I don’t remember any of it,” he admitted nervously as he looked at her, “I-I’m sorry if I said or did something last night-“

She stopped him from speaking when she pulled his face towards hers and their lips met.  She felt him relax against her lips and she sighed when she pulled away, “y-you didn’t do anything wrong, Abed…I-I’m sorry….”

“I want to be a good boyfriend to you, Tawney,” he said quickly, “I-I want to be the boyfriend you deserve.”

“You are, Abed,” she answered, “you are…and so much more.”

Chapter 4

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Red String - Ch. 10: Julianna's Words

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of divorce/separation, mentions of military life, mentions of trauma and PTSD, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), anal play (f receiving), vaginal sex.

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Summary: You start growing on Valentina, and Frankie seems proud of this. And even after a surprise visit from Julianna, you continue to stick around. Because of this, Frankie feels compelled to tell you how he truly feels.

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A/N: Frankie baby most certainly is my big giant teddy bear

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“Vale!” you holler throughout the house, tying your hair up into a bun as you look for Frankie’s daughter. “Vale? We have to go, honey.”

“No!” her small voice shouts back at you from… somewhere in the home.

“Ugh,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You need me to help?” Frankie asks, walking out of the bathroom.

“No,” you instantly spin around, pointing a finger at him. You’re determined to get this right. “I got this. I can do it.”

Frankie stifles his chuckle, giving you a supportive nod before watching you turn around and march off through his home.

Ever since that one night, your nickname of not-mom stuck like super glue. Vale even started giving you an attitude, and not just here and there, it was now a regular occurrence. The more you stayed at Frankie’s, the more honest she became with you. Her filter faded away within mere days, and within a few weeks, she told you that she didn’t want you there. Not only that, but on certain days, Vale didn’t like your hair. She didn’t like the way you said pancakes or the way you put on your shoes. It was little things here and there, just nitpicking with you. And after about a month of this, Frankie sat you down to talk to you about it.

“I’m really sorry she’s been like this, babe.”

“It’s not your fault, Frankie. I just hope she gets used to me.” You’d said it timidly, glancing down while you picked at your nails.

You really were trying your best. You didn’t try to step in as her mom or even a general caregiver, not in the slightest. With your greatest efforts, you gave Vale the space to grow and become used to you.

“I think it just…” Frankie tried explaining to you, thinking his thoughts over in his head while he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman around that wasn’t her mom.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh, returning your gaze to him.

“I know she doesn’t have a great relationship with her mom, but she’s still her mom.” “I know, baby.”

In the time between now and Julianna’s last visit, it had been over a month. Frankie hadn’t seen or talked to her, either. Which in all honesty, he was fine with. It made things easier. And after your talk, you both agreed that you’d try a more forward approach with Valentina. And with this, came your twice a week morning routine. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you’d get Valentina up, and Frankie would have the morning to himself. You’d wake her up, help her get dressed and do her hair, and you’d have breakfast with her. Her dad would join the two of you for breakfast, of course, but the entire routine was up to just you and her. And today, was one of those days.

“Vale,” you exasperate, now in the kitchen as you look around. She’d opted to have breakfast before doing her hair today, which you begrudgingly allowed. “We just have to tie up your hair.”

“That’s it?” she asks, and immediately, you spin around.

Vale’s short frame comes into view as she steps out from behind Frankie’s new recliner, her feet now pattering up to you.

“That’s it.” you smile gently, looking down at her.

“Do we have to brush it?”

“Honestly,” you sigh, pulling your phone out and glancing down at the time. “We don’t even have time to, honey. Let’s just tie it up.”  

She simply shrugs. “Okay.”

“Sentémonos.” You nod toward the couch, and thankfully, she bounds over to it. (Let’s sit down)

Quickly, you round up her flurry of dark brown curls into a scrunchie, tying it into a ponytail at the back of her head. Some days, she’s more stubborn than others. Today might just be the easiest day you’ve had with her so far.

When coming up with this idea, you and Frankie had a specific goal in mind. For Valentina to have respect for you, just basic respect. And by spending the morning with you, some mornings with you, maybe she’d learn more about who you are and see that you aren’t all bad. She’d see that you can be kind and caring and helpful.

“Gracias, linda.” You grin, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Vamos.” (Thanks, sweetie. Let’s go.)

A day off seemed like a good idea, to the both of you. The game plan you’d come up for Frankie’s recovery wasn’t exactly working out, so an extra day to sit down and meditate on it boded well for the two of you. He was either too busy or too tired to attend AA now that he had Vale full time. And you helped where you could, but you couldn’t do it all. He attended a few meetings here and there at first while you stayed home with Vale, but sometimes he was just too tired to go. He was picking up shifts at work left and right in order to buy her dance recital costumes, school supplies, new toys, and basic snacks for around the house. You offered to contribute to this but since you didn’t live together, Frankie refused.

“Okay,” he sighs, slapping his palms as he takes his seat on the couch. “What’ya got?”

“Picture this,” you say to him, standing center stage in the living room. “A new pet.”

“A pet?”

“Yes! A pet!”

He just stares at you, confusion and slight amusement written all over his face. He raises a brow, prompting for you to continue.

“Baby, I think you getting a pet would be a great idea. It would give you something to do to busy your mind when Vale and I aren’t here.”

“Well, when neither of you are here, I usually just sleep.” he responds, shrugging thoughtfully.

“That’s not the total truth, babe. C’mon, you need to be honest with me if I’m going to help you through this.”

The two of you had gotten into quite a few arguments in the last month or so, all surrounding Frankie’s addiction. The biggest altercation occurred when you took his phone to delete his dealer’s number. Now, should you have taken his phone? No, absolutely not. That’s Frankie’s personal property and there shouldn’t be any reason for you to do that. But then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. Frankie swore up and down that he needed to keep that number, he needed it in his phone. Deep down inside, it was his backup, the cushion to catch him when he would inevitably fall back down that hole again. Only this time, Frankie wouldn’t fall, he won’t even stumble as long as you have anything to say about it.

But Frankie just sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, I’m so busy lately.”

“But Frankie,” you continue on, stepping over to the couch and taking a seat next to him. “I know you’re tired, but there are so many nights throughout the week where Vale is at dance and I’m at work. I know you sit here and stew, I just know it. And I don’t like thinking about you here all by your lonesome, stressing about life and feeling like you need to reach for your phone.”

Now at a pause in your sentence, you hear Lucky scratching at the door.

“Hang on,” you say, standing up to let him in through the back door.

When Frankie told you to bring Lucky over, you did so that very night. He wasn’t as socialized as you’d like him to be considering his age and breed, but to your surprise, they got along just fine. Diablo seemed uninterested, to be honest. He was probably the most serious Dalmatian you’d ever met. He is a service dog, after all.

In one swipe of the sliding glass door, he comes bounding in, immediately running up to Frankie and nudging his fidgeting hands with his nose. What a little attention seeker.

“Tell me how my dog loves you more than me.” You joke, walking back into the living room.

Frankie smiles, leaning in a bit to pet Lucky’s head and neck. And Lucky, well, he just eats all of Frankie’s love right up.

“I guess you have a point.” he then mutters softly, still petting your rather large puppy. “You have Lucky, and Vale has Diablo. Maybe a little buddy might not hurt.”

“Exactly! And it doesn’t have to be a high maintenance pet, either!” you’re thrilled he’s starting to come around to the idea, plopping down on the couch next to him once again.

“So, what’re you thinking? Like… a fish?”

“No,” you roll your eyes with a laugh, looping your arms around Frankie’s left one and cuddling in close to him. “Something a little more high maintenance than that.”

“Hm,” he returns, narrowing his brows. “Like a… a bird?”

“Oh my gosh, no. Frankie, birds are not low maintenance. They need so much attention. I was thinking more like a hamster, maybe a guinea pig.”

“Oh, I’ve actually always wanted a guinea pig.” He perks up a bit, giving you an intrigued look. “I thought they were so cute when I was a kid.”

“Well then,” you smile, giving his arm a tight hug and laying your head on his shoulder. “A guinea pig it is.”

While you’d been busy with Frankie and his daughter, your personal life was piling up in the background. You’d never say anything to Frankie about it, but you hadn’t been taking as many shifts at work lately in order to help out with Vale. He wouldn’t let you pay for anything, and you felt a dire need to contribute more than just nights spent next to him in bed. And your schoolwork… let’s just say you’re thinking about taking next semester off. Summer is right around the corner anyway, so that should be easy enough. But tonight, you’re thankful to have the evening to yourself to catch up.

“I know, I know Lucky.” You huff, giving him a light push. “I’ll take you out soon.”

You’re about five assignments deep and still have three left to go, the majority past due. But your education means a lot to you, it’s the only way you’ll get out of working at a bar, so it’s still worth it to submit them.

You and Frankie ended up officially deciding on the guinea pig, immediately grabbing your laptops to do the necessary research on how to care for it. You also calculated how much it would cost for food, toys, etc. All in all, not too bad. The only thing is, is he wanted you to come with him to get it. For some reason, he felt nervous about the process of it all. And while you were more than happy to go with him, you also had to do your homework. So, it looks like tomorrow will be the day. Even when you were apart for only a single night, you missed him. But he was never very far away.

You giggle at Frankie’s playful nature, holding your phone with both hands as you await his response. But before you can receive it, you hear a knock at your door. It’s timid, and you turn your head in the direction of your entryway, having set up shop in the living room. After a moment of silence, another knock comes, immediately followed by a multitude of rapid and harsh pounds. At this point, Lucky had gone from a quiet growl to an outright frantic bark.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tell him, placing a soft pat atop his head before making your way over to the door.

Strangely, something about the whole situation feels off. You’re weary of answering the door because you honestly have no idea who it could be. Their frequent strikes against your door don’t exactly come off as friendly, either. Just to be on the safe side, you take a look through the peephole before opening the door.

“Julianna?” you whisper, twisting your face up in bewilderment. How does she know where you live?

Even though she can be volatile, and is very clearly upset, you open the door.

“Julianna, how did you –”

“I need to speak with you.” she instantly says, cutting you off and taking a step closer to your door. But you move to the slide to block her from entering. You also move to block Lucky, who is currently barking furiously, from getting out.

“How did you get my address?” your voice comes off firm, almost as a warning. This isn’t exactly normal behavior.

“It’s not exactly hard to figure out that you live across the street.”

“But how did you get my apartment number?”

“I walked into your building, saw the mailboxes, and found your last name. Duh.”

Right, duh. Why wouldn’t someone do that? Totally normal explanation.

“Can you let me in?”

Against your better judgement, you agree. Leaning down, you take Lucky’s collar to hold him back while moving both of you aside. In an instant, she practically flies through the threshold, eyes scanning your home as she does. She always seems to be in such a rush, so frantic and out of sorts.

“Look, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into with Frankie.” She begins, spinning around as she stands in your living room.

“Not this again.” You mutter, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms once you’ve closed the door. You shift your weight, now giving her a soft glare. “I know about Frankie’s addiction, I’ve met your daughter, I’ve been with Frankie for seven months, Julianna. What else do you have to scare me with?”

“You haven’t been through this before, you haven’t seen someone you love fall down that path.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I definitely have. I’ve been through this, and I’m prepared to help Frankie avoid it.”

“I’ve tried, too.” She takes a step toward you, speaking with compassion in her tone. “But this isn’t something you can do. Frankie and I have been through this before as husband and wife, and you need to let us do that again.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

For a moment there, you thought she was actually being kind. But this again?

“You aren’t together anymore! What do you not understand?”

“We’re still married! What do you not understand?!”

“Julianna, do you even really want Frankie? Because it seems to me like you’re jealous.” After your sentence, your face grows stern, arms still crossed while you gesture here and there. “You didn’t want anything to do with him before I came along.”

“Maybe I needed that, okay? Maybe I needed to see that what I had was really special in order for me to appreciate it.”

“But that’s so fucked! You treated Frankie like shit! And you’re right, he is really special, but you don’t get to appreciate that anymore! You’re the one who fucked that up, not me.”

“Look,” she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Frankie isn’t the man you think he is. I know you look at him like he’s some giant teddy bear, but he’s not.”

At this, you outright scoff. “The relationship Frankie and I have is nothing like the one you two had.”

Julianna’s dark eyes stare daggers directly into yours. “Has he told you about his time in special forces?”

Okay, she’s got you there. One thing you and Frankie haven’t touched on almost at all was his time in the military. You knew he’d been deployed and probably saw more than any person should ever see, and that’s the exact reason you never brought it up. Those memories are what led to Frankie’s addiction, so why would you ask him to unpack all of that?

“He’s done things that he isn’t proud of. Things that were hard for me to look past.”

“Like I said,” you remain firm in your stance. “You and I are not the same.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it?”

“What?”

“Ask him about Tom’s last trip.”

You have no idea who Tom is, and honestly, you don’t want to. If whatever happened with him and Frankie was important enough for you to know, then he would have already told you. And suddenly, all at once, anger consumes you.

“How dare you try to come here and speak to me about Frankie like this. How fucking dare you.”

You take a few firm steps toward her, with Lucky following at your side. He’s been a good pup, remaining on the hardwood floor near the front door. With fury rushing through your veins, you point a finger directly in her face.

“If you ever come to my door again, you’re gonna be met with something a lot harsher than words. You need to leave.”

At your swift movements, Lucky perks up, sprinting to yourself as he starts barking once again. Julianna’s eyes shoot down to your dog, growing wide as she maneuvers herself back.

“There is nothing you could ever say or do to change the way I feel about Frankie. Now go.”

“Really? You love Frankie?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then I hope he doesn’t put you through what he put me through.” She returns, promptly marching forward and seeing herself out your front door.

You turn to watch her leave, your lips parting in wonder as she shuts the door behind her.

What does that mean?

He’s texted you three times, but all you can do is stare at your phone. Why are Julianna’s words getting to you more than normal? Frankie sounds worried, you should respond. But you don’t want to give off the air of your unease, even through the phone. So, you decide to call it a night.

“What?” you whisper, confusion crossing your face as you look down at your now buzzing phone. “Frankie?” you ask, answering his call.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks you, very clearly concerned. “Did I cross a line? I’m sorry I bothered you while you were studying I just –”

“Frankie, it’s okay, baby.” Comes your almost instant reassurance. “You didn’t cross a line, not at all.”

“Well… why’d you stop responding?” it sounds like a whisper, almost like he’s scared. You hate to hear him so worried.

“I, um…”

“See,” Frankie insists, “Something’s wrong.”

On the other end, you sigh, closing your eyes. There’s really no way around this. You’re bad at lying, and even if you weren’t, Frankie’s not easy to fool. “Julianna came over.”

“What?” he’d been lying in bed when he called, but your words make him shoot directly upward. The initial pang of adrenaline doesn’t subside, the concern only heightening his heart rate. “To your apartment? What? Why? What did she say? How did she even get there?”

“Frankie,” you coo to him on the receiving end of your call. “Breathe.”

“Baby, this shit makes me so nervous.” And when he says this, his voice cracks. He almost sobs on the other end, sucking in a harsh and deep breath.

“Frankie,” you repeat to him, your thoughts already going wild in your head. By the time Julianna had left, it’d been an hour. Now, it’s almost eight o’clock. Valentina is most likely in bed right now, and he can’t be alone when he’s like this, or at least he shouldn’t be. Even if he wasn’t recovering, you’d still want to be there for him right now.

“I hate seeing you like this, Frankie.”

“I’m sorry.” He sniffles, running a hand over his face.

“Don’t be. Would I…” with an almost defeated sigh, you give into what you both want most. “Could I come over?”

“Of course.” It makes Frankie beyond happy to know just how much you like coming over. Even with your separate and busy lives, you still make time for each other. You have since day one. “Do you think you’ll stay the night?”

You grin from your boyfriend’s response. “I’ll definitely spend the night.”

After a quick goodbye, each of you excited for your arrival, you hang up the phone. You told Frankie that you have tomorrow off, so you’ll likely stay at his house during the day to study. He doesn’t mind, of course, because that means he’ll get to come home to you when he gets off work. So, you pack your books and laptop into your backpack, along with your chargers and two of Lucky’s favorite toys. Since you’ll be at Frankie’s all day tomorrow, you decide to bring Lucky’s chew toy and stuffed rabbit so he’s not bored in what will be a mostly empty house. Plus, you’ll be busy, so these should occupy him.

All Frankie’s in when he opens the door are his boxers and a sweatshirt, making you instantly grin. But Frankie has a more somber look on his face. He gives you a fake smile though when he realizes you’ve seen his expression, stepping aside so you and Lucky can come in.

“Hi baby,” you whisper, quickly leaning down to let Lucky off his lead while Frankie closes the door.

The entire house is dark; no lights are on except for the one above the kitchen sink. Immediately, Lucky goes to lay down on the couch; his signature spot since he’s gotten comfortable at Frankie’s place.

“Hey,” Frankie quietly responds, his voice sleepy and gruff.

He opens his arms when you move toward him, the two of you meeting for a gentle embrace. You can already feel Frankie’s shaky breaths, your hands then moving to slowly rub his back. And he leans down when you do so, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m so glad you came over.”

“I know,” you agree, feeling his arms tighten around you. “Me too.”

After you’d told him that Julianna visited, worry struck him like a fist to the gut. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe she’d finally gotten to you. Maybe she’s finally said the perfect words to send you off; these thoughts growing in multitude when he learned that she’d mentioned his days in the service to you. He isn’t sure how you feel or what you want to say, isn’t even sure of everything that she said, so he lets you take the lead.

“Are you going to bed, baby?” you ask him, leaning back to look up at him.

Frankie shrugs. “Just laying down.”

“Why don’t we go lay down then? And maybe we can talk?”

He lets go of an unsteady breath before he nods, shoving his hands into the pocket in the front of his hoodie. You follow Frankie into his bedroom, doing your best to keep quiet while setting your back down on the floor.

“So,” he starts quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “What uh, what did she say?”

“She said a lot of things,” you sigh, leaning back against the wall while looking at him. “She mentioned how you treated her in the past, saying she hopes you don’t put me through what you put her through. I don’t really know what that means.”

Frankie’s face twists up; he doesn’t know either.

“She mentioned something about, um, a man named… Tom.”

At this, his eyes widen. Frankie’s stomach drops, an entire whirlwind of memories forcing themselves to the surface. Unpleasant recollections of his time in the Andes, the last time he saw Tom before he died. Jesus, why would she bring that up to you? Fuck, oh fuck, he’s going to have to explain himself to you.

You can see the look on Frankie’s face, easily interpreting his upset and fear. His eyes can’t stop staring at the ground, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps heavily, nervously.

“I, um, I…”

“Baby, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Again, Frankie’s face twists, but less aggressive this time. More so curious than confused. “What?”

“Frankie, I won’t ever force you to open up about that.” you take a few short steps over to his bed, sitting on the edge beside him. “I know it’s hard for you to forget, and I would never want to make you bring all of that back.”

Internally, Frankie’s heart is pounding. Before, he’d usually reach for his phone when under this kind of worry and stress. This isn’t something he likes to feel. But he feels like you’re holding him back from that edge, your eyes glued to his own and flickering back and forth.

“I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You tell him, reaching out for his hand. “I know sometimes people do things they’re not proud of. But I know you’re a good man. I love you for that, baby.”

“Are you,” he whispers, his voice becoming hoarse, throat burning as tears begin to well in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby,” you reply with a nod, your hands rising to his face. Gently, you urge him to look up at you, and he does. “I’m sure.”

He wasn’t expecting this, not at all. He thought you’d come here demanding answers, he thought you’d be confused and mad and an entire mix of emotions. When you mentioned Tom, he was sure you were ready to leave. This is too much shit all wrapped in one fucked vessel of a person. Eventually, you’d have to have a breaking point, right?

Before he can think any worse of himself, you lean forward to grace him with a kiss. He welcomes it, of course, leaning into you fully as you drain all the worry from his body.

“Frankie, I love you, baby.” You coo to him, thumbs stroking the graying hair along his chin. And as if you can read his own thoughts, you then say, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.”

You want to reassure him as best you can, because you know that’s exactly what he’s thinking. You could tell just by the look on his face. Frankie doesn’t deserve all this worry, he’s worked so hard to build a life he can be proud of, he should be able to rest in it happily.

“Thank you, baby.” He sighs, voice breaking slightly. His right hand comes up, landing on your jaw while the other wraps around your back and holds you close. “Thank you for everything.’

He hadn’t intended for you to do so, but you crawl onto his lap. You’d read his slight pull as a sign to move onto him, instead of next to him. But then again, he isn’t complaining. He lets you slide over him, getting comfortable above him while he holds you the entire time. Your arms wrap around his neck, head lowering to rest on his shoulder while you tighten the hold you have on the other. And just like that, you can feel Frankie relax, sighing out a deep breath just from feeling the weight of your body against his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your hair. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you return, placing a loving kiss along the column of his neck, the sensation making him internally moan. “You deserve everything good in this world, baby.”

“I don’t.”

“Frankie,”

“I really, I don’t des –”

“Francisco,” you lift yourself from his neck, staring down at him with a warning in your eyes. He blinks almost dumbly at you; you’ve never called him that. “You need to stop thinking so badly of yourself.”

I can’t help it. But he doesn’t say it.

“You don’t owe anyone anything, Frankie.” He gives you a small chuckle. “What?”

“Kinda liked it when you used my full name.”

You smile at him, hoping this means he’s lightening up a bit. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, leaning in to nudge your nose with his. “I appreciate you, baby. Some days, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yeah? Our one-night stand seemed to work out in your favor, huh?”

At this, he lets out a full chuckle, both palms sliding down to grab your backside in his hands. “It sure as hell did.”

“Yeah, well, it worked out for me, too.” You return, a bright smile growing on your face from his touch. “You make me happy, honey.”

“Can I lay you down?” Frankie then asks, wiggling his eyebrows when he says, “Maybe make you a little happier?”

“Baby, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“Oh,” he says, cocking his head. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering… do you know when you’ll finalize your divorce?”

Oh, right. That.

Technically, Frankie and Julianna were still married. They were only separated and haven’t even started the legal process of their divorce. But you bring up a good point. It’s time.

“I think I should start the process of it.”

You offer a gentle smile, happy with his response. Your right hand lifts to his hair, softly combing through those beautiful curls.

“I think that’s a good idea, baby.” You nod, telling him softly, then adding, “I just want you all to myself.”

That makes Frankie sigh.

“Please let me have you.”

“You want to?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

“I always want to.” he grumbles, rolling the two of you over and onto your back. “Will you let me, baby?” he asks, lips mumbling over your neck while he begins to nibble and lick.

“Frankie…” you sigh, both sets of fingers now digging into his locks. “Yes, please.”

While you love when Frankie takes control, something about the situation makes you want to switch that up, to not necessarily dominate him but take care of him. Maybe in a fashion similar to the first time you’d ever been together

“Frankie,” you repeat, this time quite breathlessly.

“Mm?” he grumbles in response, still mouthing at your neck.

“Lay back for me.”

“Huh?” he repeats quietly, now lifting himself from your neck to look into your eyes. And gently, your palms find his jawline.

“Lay back for me,” you tell him once more, calmly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Really?” he asks, already a bit out of breath, himself. He gets so pent up like this, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of it.

“Yeah, baby. Wanna ride you.”

Frankie chuckles, lifting his eyebrows and giving you quite the self-assured nod. “Knew you liked it from the very first night.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “Lay down before I change my mind.”

Though, you wouldn’t – of course you fucking wouldn’t. Who the fuck would?  No matter how much time you spend with Frankie, no matter how long you’re with him, you never get bored of him, or annoyed with him. At least, not long enough for it to really last. Truly, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever met, inside and out. You’ve never experienced such a deep, intimate connection so quickly with someone before. And although Frankie’s little joke made the two of you laugh, there’s really something more behind it. It’s like you both knew that very first night, like you both could have said it right then and there. I love you.

Happily, Frankie lets you lay him back, the two of you shimmying slowly toward the head of the bed. When his head finally finds the pillows, he sighs, smiling below you. His eyes move over the masterpiece that is your angelic face, feeling his heart expand in size. He was never known to be a grouchy man, but any grouch left in him was surely melted away by you.

“Remember,” you whisper to him, just above his lips as you lean down. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

Frankie cocks his head to the side as he playfully raises his brows. He looks surprised, amused, by your words. Usually, he’s the one to say them.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs in return, smiling while he leans up to kiss you.

You grin at his response, moving with his lips. Your hands come down to frame his face, lips easily parting his own and moaning while sliding your tongue inside. Frankie’s breaths become hurried, his hands moving to your back and pulling you down as he thrusts up against you. His palms roam your hips and lower back, eventually sliding down to your ass. They’re fervent and passionate grabs, his fingers digging into your flesh while you continue to deepen the kiss.

“Take this off,” he gruffly commands, fingers quickly finding the hem of your shirt. “Baby, take it off. I wanna taste your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, now fully breaking the kiss. “Take everything off.”

Leaning backward, you grab hold of your shirt, easily lifting it over your head. The gap you created allows Frankie to do the same, watching as you maneuver yourself off of his lap and onto your feet as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes.

“Let me.” He practically begs, rolling over to the edge of the bed and falling to his knees. “Let me.”

You’re surprised – he’s never done this before. But something about you fully accepting him for the man that he is, regardless of his sins, makes him want to worship you, even more than before.

His plush lips find your skin, gently batting away your hands as they once laid over the top of your pants. Those deep, brown eyes close as he works his mouth over you, lightly sucking on your skin as his fingers pick up where yours left off. They drag your last pieces of clothing down over your hips and legs, his lips following suit. He explores every new inch of skin that he reveals, moaning wholeheartedly when he feels your fingers card through the feathery locks of his hair. The soft scrape of your fingernails provokes him further, one of his large hands finding a place beneath your knee. He lifts your right leg, propping it up on his shoulder while his other hand grabs hold of your hip to steady you.

“Frankie…”

He doesn’t answer you, just moves closer to your core. Frankie’s gorgeous face moves between your thighs, those smooth lips and that talented tongue quickly making contact with your sex.

“Baby,” you gasp passionately, feeling his tongue slide through the soft skin of your labia.

“Mm,” he returns, diving inside once he received a quick taste. “Turn around, ahora cariño.” (now sweetheart)

Before you even move of your own volition, he’s doing it for you, dropping your leg from his shoulder and grabbing hold of your hips with both hands. He spins you around, pressing a hand over your lower stomach to lean you backward on the bed. Your feet stay on the ground, but not for long. Quickly, easily, Frankie lifts both your legs this time, scooching in to be as close as he can to you. You wrap both around his head, your fingers digging into his locks as he attaches his mouth to you once more.

“Frankie, yes!” you cry out, and immediately, he slaps your outer thigh.

“Callarse,” he grumbles, refusing to remove himself from you. “Se buena para mi.” (Be quiet, be good for me)

“Frankie…” you whine out in frustration, throwing your head back on his bed.

He’s still kneeling before you, sliding his tongue through the beautiful essence dripping from your delicate lips. He mouths at you, hands sliding over your thighs and grabbing you fiercely whenever he sucks on you. It’s almost not fair how amazing he is at this, and on top of it all, he expects you to be quiet for it? Damn, maybe you really did speak out of turn earlier.

“Me encanta como sabes.” He nearly growls against you, his once gentle licks now turning into harsh sucks and slurps. (I love how you taste)

“Yeah?” you giggle, still keeping yourself hush. “You like it everywhere, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

And just like that, without skipping a single beat, he slides down, now tonguing your much tighter hole. Which, in all honesty, is exactly what you wanted. Before Frankie, you never did this, at least, not on a regular basis. But he loves it, dear fucking god, does he love it.

“Oh, Frankie,” you whine, puffing out your chest as you arch your back. “I like it, I like it like that, just like that…”

“You’ve turned into such a dirty girl for me.” He rasps, sucking his pointer finger into his mouth before stretching your hole with it. “You wanna take this?”

“You?”

“No baby,” he coos to you, kissing your inner thigh. “Not tonight, just my finger, sweetheart.”

While you absolute melt over just the idea of taking Frankie in your backside, you know you’re not ready to do so tonight. And you’re so glad he feels the same.

“Yes, baby,” you nod, fingers combing through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Mm…” he moans happily in response, forming a small hickey in the delicate space he’d just kissed.

He pulsates the digit in and out, slowly, just barely. And as he goes deeper, he twists it, briefly pulling it back out to suck on it.

“Frankie, Jesus Christ.” You huff out in response, hearing his ardent licks before returning his finger to the crease of your cheeks.

“Qué?” he asks, sounding completely innocent from between your legs. “Sabes que me gusta.” (What? You know I like it)

“Baby,” he then sighs, eyes unwavering from your form. “Eres hermosa,” comes his breathy voice, moving to firmly cup your left cheek in his free hand. “You’re so hot baby, letting me do this to you…” (you’re beautiful)

“Baby, c’mon,” you say to him impatiently, “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg for me.” He tells you quietly. “Just tell me what you need.”

“I, oh…” you sigh, head falling back onto his bed. His pointer finger fully enters you, slowly pumping in and out. “I want more, you. I want you.”

“You want me inside, baby?” he asks, kissing the discoloration he left. He’s throbbing below you, a small trail of clear precum falling to the wood floor.

“Yes, Frankie. I love it when you play with me but, please, give it to me.”

Slowly, he retracts his finger, popping it inside his mouth as he rises to his feet once again. Leaning up on your forearms, you watch him fully undress, large hands fumbling with the strings on his sweatpants. You’ll never know what it is, but it’s beyond sexy to see him like this; something as simple as undoing his pants while he stands before you.

He groans lightly when he fists himself, having stepped out of his pants by now. Your lips part as you watch him, his fingers and palm pumping the thick length of him a handful of times. And the hottest part about it, is he’s watching himself, too.

“Me quieres, cariño?” he asks through a sigh, not lifting his head but only his eyes as he looks to you. (You want me, baby?)

You nod, planting your soles on the edge of the bed. Looking back down, he moves forward, closing even the tiniest of gaps between the two of you. As if he even needs to, Frankie lifts his left hand, running the pads of his fingers over his tongue as he lays it out. He then lowers them, rubbing the wetness of it over your already slippery lips.

“Oh…” you head drops back between your shoulder blades when he plays with your clit, smiling to himself at your reaction.  

The brief stimulation sends tingles throughout your body, your naked chest heaving from his touch, for his touch. And it works, because just as he’s lining himself up, his other hand rises to your chest, squeezing you lightly in his palm.

“Baby, yes…”

He slides into you slowly, the stretch always something he takes his time with. It’s graceful, languid, his eyes not once leaving your meeting sexes. But that’s not what you want, not this time.

“Baby, I want you to,” you swallow thickly mid-sentence, drawing his gaze. “I want you to take control.”

He begins to smile at this.

“I like it when you’re rough with me.”

But he doesn’t respond, he just leans over you, laying his body over your own. He knows you wanted to ride him and while that sounded lovely at first, now, he doesn’t want that. He wants to take you.

“You know,” he sighs roughly above you, now entirely inside your walls. “I just… I love you.”

Your hands slide around his neck, moving to the back of his head. He rests his face beside yours, turning so he can run his lips over your cheek.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved another woman.” He promises in the darkness, hips beginning to move. “I like when I take control over you, too. But right now… baby, I just wanna make love to you.”

“Frankie,” you return quietly, emotionally, tightening your hold on him. “I love you, too.”

“Tu eres,” he sighs, continuing to thrust into you, his arms holding onto you. “Tu eres mi alma gemela.”  

Internally, you question what this means. You’ve never been completely fluent in Spanish; sure, you’re pretty good at understanding and speaking it. But that word, you don’t know.

“Qué significa eso, cariño?” you ask him breathlessly, lifting your legs to wrap them around his lower back. (What does that mean, baby?)

Frankie grunts when you do, the action provoking him to thrust harshly into you. He then lifts his head, staring down at you. With heavy breaths, and sure words, he tells you exactly what it means.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“Baby,” you shake your head, smiling. “I love you, Francisco.”

“I love that,” he grins, licking his lower lip. “Say my name again.” And then he’s mouthing at your neck, murmuring, “I never get to hear you say it.”

“Francisco,” you happily sigh, tilting your head to the side.

His hips continue to move against you, his own spreading your legs wider with every thrust. But you still cling to him, trying to keep your moans down.

“Francisco,” you repeat, now asking, “Faster, please.”

“No.” he responds without hesitation, keeping his pace steady but not slow.

“W – what?”

“I said no,” he grunts out, continuing to roll his hips against you, into you. “You’re mine? You’re not gonna leave? Then I get to fuck you how I want.”

“Oh, baby…” you sighs out, gasping lightly when he abruptly snaps his hips into you.

“Yeah,” he grins breathlessly, right hand moving to cup your jaw as he lifts himself from your neck. “Now, open your mouth for me.”

His words make your entire body tingle, euphoria filling your veins as he continues filling you, too. Frankie then proceeds to dip his head down, smiling wider when you part your lips for him. Without skipping a beat, he slides his tongue inside, immediately brushing it over yours. Both of your hands move to his jawline and cheeks, petting the slightly coarse scruff you love so much.

“I want you to be mine,” he breathes out against you, “I can’t wait for you to be mine.”

“I’m yours, Frankie, baby, I’m yours. I promise I’m yours.”

And while he knows you mean that, and knows that you currently are, he’s thinking of something different. He’s thinking of something more.

“You feel so g – good, baby, I –” you quiet yourself before you gasp, feeling the steady rock, the steady drag of his erection against your heated walls.

“Yeah?” he returns, pressing passionate kisses to your jawline and cheek, even some to your nose. “Good enough to make you cum?”

“Always.”

He can feel you fluttering around him, can feel himself throbbing in response.

“Baby, can I cum inside?” he grunts out, his body weight pressing more firmly into you. “Can I please cum inside? I wanna feel it so bad, sweetheart, wanna see it drip out.”

“Oh my fucking god,” you pant out, eyes rolling back in your head. “Yes Francisco, yes. Cum inside me, amor.” (love)

“I can get it deep inside, you want it deep inside you, sweetheart? Yeah?” he’s speaking hurriedly, breathily, nearing his high.

With every rut, his hips meet yours completely, the last few becoming rushed and sloppy.

“Yes, yes Frankie…” you whimper, shoving your head back and holding him against you, your body now tightening around him.

Your legs shove him deeper inside, hips thrusting up against him, with him, as you cum. He can feel your entire body clench up and quiver, back arching and body rolling lightly beneath the weight of him. You tuck your head into his neck, chest straining to quiet your shrill cry.

Frankie’s dominant hand comes up from beneath your back, holding your head as it rests in the crook of his neck. He bites down on his bottom lip, snarling his upper slightly as he pinches his eyes shut. It’s almost as if he can feel it overcome him, hips jerking involuntarily and sitting flush against your own.

“B – Baby,” you hiss, shivering against him, reveling in the feel of his strong hold.

Your body rolls up against his, his chest heaving against you. The deep rumble vibrating through his chest makes you sigh, feeling his hips still against your own. He feels it rush out of him, spurt after spurt, silently groaning with his mouth agape beside you.  

“I love you, baby, you know that?” he asks, still holding the back of your head. He then turns, kissing your temple kindly. “You’re so precious to me.”

It’s rare that Frankie fails to provide aftercare; he honestly feels like he owes it you, caring for you after allowing him to live out some of his dirtiest fantasies. But even before then, he did it. He just cares for you, selflessly.

“Frankie,” you call softly after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom once he’s helped clean you… after he watched himself drip from you.

He turns around, washing himself and then his hands as he looks at you. “What?”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know, about anything. I don’t need to know about your past to know you’re a good man.” You then stand, grabbing a pair of underwear and one of Frankie’s shirts to sleep in. “I won’t ever force you to open up about that.”

When Frankie steps out, he’s in a pair of clean boxers, running his fingers through his hair. He has a grateful smile on his face, striding over to pull you in for a hug.

“C’mere, honey.” He whispers, pressing a kiss over your hair.

He guides you to his bed, opening the covers for the two of you to snuggle in.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen for someone as quickly as this.” Frankie expresses this wholeheartedly, moving to wrap an arm around you; and something in his heart truly calms when he feels you relax into his hold. “It just feels right with you.”

“I agree,”

He looks down at you, just as you look up, admiring your kind smile. There’s never been an unnatural feeling between the two of you, never been a sensation of hesitation as to whether or not the other was right for you, meant for you.

“I want to do something,” he then tells you, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now but, I guess, I could never really find the right time to do it.”

This makes you look up with curiosity, and honestly, a little worry.

“I’ve been wanting to give you a house key, but… it doesn’t feel right, honestly.”

Instantly, your heart sinks. You just had a beautiful moment together, you just made love together; why is he saying this right now?

He sees the concern on your face, but just smiles. “I want you to move in with me.”

Even though you weren’t at the house before she fell asleep, Valentina wasn’t surprised to see you in the morning. It’s a Friday, aka, not your day to get her ready. So, Frankie let you sleep in. But when you joined them for breakfast, Vale acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe she’s finally getting used to you, after all.

“Buenos días, hermosa.” Frankie smiles, kissing your cheek while admiring your sleepy expression. What a perfect man. (Good morning, beautiful)

“G’morning, baby.” You return, sliding into the seat next to Valentina. Her dad is making eggs, and she’s already got some on her plate. “Hola niña, cómo has dormido?” (Hey girl, how’d you sleep?)

She shrugs, popping another forkful of eggs into her mouth. “Buena.” (Good)

You ponder this for a moment, nodding while you yawn. “Soñaste?” (Did you dream?)

“No,” she shakes her head, frowning. “No esta vez.” (No, not this time)

“Eggs, mi amor?” (My love?)

“Sí, por favor.” You grin in return, watching as he slides some onto your plate. (Yes, please.)

He then speaks to Vale, letting her know that they have to get ready to go soon. Both of them are dressed and ready for the day, while you’re still in your pajamas. But you give yourself some slack; you just woke up, after all.

“I’ll be back, baby.” Frankie says to you, not long after you’ve finished your eggs. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, “And I’ve got a surprise, too.”

His words make you smile; last night was quite the unexpected surprise, one so surprising, in fact, that you’re opting to tell Valentina about it until later this weekend. But what more could he have planned? You’re also going to get Frankie’s new pet today, so you wonder what else he’ll try to fit in.

While he and Vale are gone, you ready yourself for the day. You take a quick shower, freshen yourself up while changing into some clean clothes. The only clean pieces you have here right now are a pair of sweats and some underwear, along with a red crop top. So, you slide them on, and get comfy on the couch. You’re not sure when Frankie will be back, you’re honestly surprised he’s coming back at all. He should have work, but maybe he’s going in late today. Either way, you grab your books and set up shop in the living room, finishing another set of flash cards and two extra chapters before he gets back home.

“Hermosa?” Frankie calls out, finally returning home. (Beautiful?)

The Spanish word makes your heart swell inside. They’re always so cute, the nicknames he chooses to call you, and of his own accord too. He’s just sweet like that. Sometimes tooth-rottingly sweet. But you don’t mind it, you actually like it; prefer it, really.

“Hi, cariño.” You beam, walking out of your soon to be shared bedroom, having just used the ensuite in there. “Don’t you have work today?” (Hi, baby)

Frankie strides towards you, arms wide with that signature bright smile on his face. “Not today.” He tells you, wrapping you in a hug.

“What’s going on?” You giggle, naturally accepting his embrace.

“I’m taking the day off, honey.” Frankie says, hand lovingly petting the back of your head. “Today is all about me and you.”

“Really?” You ask him, breaking the hug to look up into those deep, warm eyes.

“Yeah,” he softly replies, that gorgeous dimple more than visible in his cheek. “I want to spend the whole day with you, babe. Want to take you out to dinner tonight, too.”

“What’s the occasion?” Your bubbly laugh comes out happily as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“You moving in.” He grins, “You’re my person, you know that?”

His words make you sigh; how did you end up with this man? How did you end up with someone so naturally kind and caring? Someone who is so genuinely in love with you? He told you last night that he could never find the right time to give you a key to his home, but then, he offered something even better. He’s offering a chance for you to expand the life you’re creating together. He not’s offering you a key to his home, but offering an invitation for you to call it yours.

“I know that baby.” You nod, moving to hold his adorably handsome face in both your hands. “And you’re mine, too.” With an excited giggle, you then say, “I’m so excited to live with you.”

“I know,” Frankie responds quietly, excitedly. “I think it’s going to be so fun.”

You chuckle at this; he’s so giddy, it’s almost like he’s a little kid. There were times where Frankie gave in to the burdens he faced throughout life, and then there were times when his true personality showed through. You’re more than aware of which side he’s presenting to you right now.

“Vale’s abuela is picking her up from school today. She’s going to spend the night there tonight so it can be just me and you.”

“Awe, baby, you didn’t have to do that. We can have a great night with her here, you know that.”

Frankie’s grin just widens. “Not with the night I have planned.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

Valentina isn't warming up to you the way Frankie had hoped. So, you and Frankie decide to take turns getting her up for school every other day; he thinks it will be good for the two of you to spend the morning together.

While Vale is at school, you talk to Frankie about getting a pet, maybe a guinea pig. You explain that it could be a distraction from his addiction and help him with stress when you're not around. He considers it.

Your school work begins to pile up, but while you're at your apartment studying, Julianna stops by. She tries to convince you to stop seeing Frankie, which doesn't work. After she leaves, you tell Frankie about what happened, which prompts him to invite you over. He's a mess, but you reassure him, and ask when he'll finalize his divorce. He promises it will be soon.

After reassuring him further with gentle and loving sex, Frankie admits something to you. He wants you to move in with him, and you accept.

[hakkais-hoe]

Hihi! Can I request fem!reader & rindou, Hanma, and Izana (if you don’t feel like doing all 3 you can just do Rindou or Izana) getting into an argument (with a happy ending/comfort) please and thank you!

M gonna do all 3 cos I feel like Hanma is just portrayed as a massive dick but he’d probably be really sweet to his s/o like a giant scary teddy bear:)

So they’re all at varying times during the manga, Izanas is the Tenjiku arc, Hanmas is the Toman one where Kisaki is in charge, nd ofc Rindou is Bonten.

Age warning: none

Warnings: fluff, light gaslighting, rin gets emotional , female pronouns, swearing, verbal fighting. 

Izana

“Why are you like this? Why can’t you just fucking listen to me, Izana?! You don’t need to do this h-”

“I have to do this! Get it through your head woman I need to break him, then I’ll build him right back up again! I’ll make him exactly like Shinichiro... he’ll be perfect. You can’t stop me, you don’t know how it felt to loose him! You know noting!” Izana’s loud shouts pierce your ears like nails on a chalk board, how could he say that to you when all your trying to do is help.

“Izana I’m trying to help you, if you do this you’re going to hurt someone! just leave it you’d don’t need to do this! Just be with me... lets just stop this you can just tell Tenjiku to stop, they’ll listen to you! Kaku will agree with me. Please stop before something bad happens, just tell them you don’t want to fight Toman anymore! I can already tell its going to go wrong, nothings been the same since you let Kisaki Tetta and Hanma Shuji in!” You scream back just hoping that you might have finally reached something within your boyfriend, yet all you see is the crazed look in Izanas eyes as he stares off out the window with that psychotic smile etched into his pretty face. Tears well up in your eyes at the through of him carrying out his plan, destroying Mikey, taking down Toman, the fear of him or any of the Heavenly Kings killing someone plagues the back of your mind. They’ve done it before, they can and will do it again, if Izana says “kill” they may just go along with it with no problem. 

“No be quiet... I don’t need you if you’re not going to agree with me! You’re my girlfriend you’re supposed to be on MY side no one else's! If you can’t even do that one thing what use are you to me? You might as well be one of my basic pawns too... get out... leave just like everyone else.” Izana’s shouting decreases to whispered mutters, his bright eyes darken as he turns to stare straight through you, the look on his face pushes the tears from your pretty eyes to run hot streaks down your flushed face.

“Zana I love you for all your imperfections! You don’t have to be perfect but please, please don’t do this! I’m scared I can’t loose you and I fear if you go through with this I could loose all of you not just part of you and I can’t do that... please just listen to me! Lets talk to the others? Ask Kakucho or Ran please they’re not stupid they’ll listen...” You cry out grasping at the sleeve of his Tenjiku uniform, tears now freely flowing down flushed cheeks. Izanas eyes stay cold even when he catches sight of your tear stained face and glassy eyes, yet his hands betray him as they ghost over your arms and up to swipe away the hot liquid surging from bright eyes the once balled fists cup your face ever so gently to force you to look into his frowning face.

“Stop crying… I don’t like it. I’ll speak to them just stop crying… you’re not going to lose me my love. I’ll make them come over and listen to their pointless opinions if that makes you happy… just don’t talk about losing me again… I’ll never leave you, it’s only you for me.” His voice is gentle when he speaks to you, his hands grabbing at you to drag you into a tight embrace, quiet ‘I love yous’ are whispered into your hair along with soft kisses and lies of ‘I’ll be fine’.

“‘M sorry baby… I don’t mean to get upset I’m just worried about someone hiring you… and I don’t trust those new guys but I know the others will keep you safe. I love you so much please be careful.” You mutter against the cloth of his uniform bringing your arms to squeeze at his waist, at the feeling of you squeezing him he grins, making sure to get a good grip on you before tightly encircling you in a strong grip. Your squeals and giggles are music to the mans ears quickly prompting him to lather your flushed face in wet kisses. He takes hold of your face once again to brush your noses together and stare into your glowing eyes.

“I love you, darling.”

“Mhm love you too.”

Hanma

“Get him the fuck out of my house Shuji! I don’t like him and I don’t want him here! You know how I feel about him…” Your shouts from across the room ring through his ears piercing him deep enough to make him inwardly cringe at your shrill voice.

“Darlin, you know he-” You cut Hanmas voice off with a shrill scream and a launch of one of the pillows from the two of yous bed, said pillow is easily caught between tattooed hands. Shuji can’t help but smile at your pure range finding it far too attractive to get mad back at you, instead a laugh creeps past his sealed lips. The laugh has you whipping round with a look of disbelief and unadulterated anger etched into your face.

“How dare you!! Don’t laugh at me you horrible man! Why can’t you take me seriously!? I’m so mad with you I hate him so much yet you brought that dickhead into our fucking house!!” Your shouts and screams are definitely heard outside of the closed doors of your bedroom, aka Kisaki can definitely head you venting your hatred of him to your lover and his best friend.

“Look darlin, he’s only staying for food you can cope for an hour or two can’t you? Cmon do it for me I’ll give you a massage after, how’s that? You won’t even have to speak that much, just say hello n be polite and everything will be okay alright?” Hanma coos while making his way towards your pillow throwing ready form, his hands are held out towards you ready to drag you into a tight hug. You can pout and grumble all you want but his grinning face and stretched out arms are looking very welcoming at the moment, you can’t help but let your hard down and throw your body limply into his arms.

“I still don’t like him at all! And I won’t be dealing with him especially if he talks about that poor girl again, he should realise she’s not interested by now! But okay as long as I get my massage afterwards… oh and your buying me that dress I wanted and we’re not having pudding till he leaves.” You muse back at him resting your cheek against his tailored suit and tracing little circles over his clothed chest.

“Good girl, let’s get this show on the road then.”

Rindou

Rindou had asked you to meet him at his office but then hadn’t shown up for hours, and had left you alone waiting in reception for ages after the main building receptionist hadn’t let you up when she couldn’t reach any of the executives. You had only been able to go up to Rindous office when by pure luck Sanzu had waltzed through the reception and noticed your frowning form. After loudly shouting to you and yanking you into a tight hug he had dragged you past the complaining receptionist, happily telling her to go fuck herself while yanking you up upstairs to see your boyfriend.

You’d both expect to see Rindou absolutely swamped in work but instead he was just sat lazily drinking with his brother, just talking and messing around, no work anywhere to be seen. At the sight even Sanzu did a double take, you’d told him how long you waited, you even managed to not cry until now, now seeing Rindou and Ran just happily chatting and drinking with one another your tears well up in your glassy eyes, seeing your face all three men seem to panic all for different reasons, Sanzu goes to rest and hand on your shoulder while Rin and Ran push up from their chairs to greet you.

“Y/n… shit I didn’t realise the time… I uh why didn’t you ring me? Or get the receptionist to ring up…” Rindous voice cracks at the pressure and nerves, he’s clearly panicking in front of you, you’re barely holding back tears and sobs when he speaks to you.

“I- I did… I rang you so many times… and that horrible woman even rang you and you didn’t even answer! How could you leave me down there for hours!! You told me to fucking meet you- you- you horrible man I hate you how could you do that! She ignored me! Looked down on me and even almost had security escort me out Rindou! If Sanzu hadn’t shown up when he did she would have had me kicked out! Is this how you’re treating me now? Forgetting that I’m even here to see you after you told me to come over!” You snap and end up screaming across the room at him launching the bag of bentos that you got for lunch across Rindous office floor, the content of the bag spills along his carpet staining the floor and splashing up the bottom of his pants.

Sanzu locks an arm around your waist when you look like you’re about to strangle someone. You shove away from the pinkett and stomp back through the hallway knowing exactly where your going, you’re off to see Kakucho, the one man you know Rindou doesn’t like you around after he called you “pretty” once, Rindou being Rindou couldn’t cope with the fact that another man finds you attractive and told you not to interact with him anymore.

“Where are you going? Y/N!? Let’s talk about this I’m sorry okay!? I forgot! Can’t a man accidentally forget about something!?” Rindou shouts down the hallway after you, you can already hear his quick footsteps following you so you shout back.

“I don’t want to talk!! You’re acting like you forgot to get fucking milk from the shop not that you forgot your fiancé in reception for five goddamn hours nearly!! And for your information I am off to invite Kakucho out for lunch at least he’ll appreciate it!” You scream back down the hallway to him while rapping your knuckles harshly on the door of Kakus office.

“Come in Y/n.” His voice comes from behind the door, prompting you to quickly swing it open and step in. Kakucho puts down his papers to smile at you, chin resting on his hand as he states at your face, he definitely heard you and Rindou arguing.

“I suppose you’re here to ask me to lunch huh love? I can make time if you’re ready now.” Kakucho hums climbing to his feet and grabbing his coat, he gestures for you to lead the way and closes the door behind the two of you. In front of the both of you is a seething Rindou glaring between the two of you.

“And what are the two of you doing?” Rindous voice deep and annoyed the sight of the two of you.

“We’re going for lunch, excuse us I’ll be back for the meeting don’t fret and she’ll be returned with a full belly and hopefully a smile unlike right now. And maybe in that time you’ll both be ready to have a conversation and you can apologise for whatever you did.” Kakucho keeps a strong and even voice as he addresses Rindous questions staring down at the shorter man in distain. Then he guides you around the now deathly silent man and out the building.

Lunch goes by without a hitch and soon it’s time for you to face the music or in this case your fiancé and his terrible attitude. As soon as you and Kakucho reach the upper floor lobby you’re greeted with Rindous scowling face glaring straight at the both of you, foot tapping against the freshly polished floors erratically. You know he’s probably been stood there for a long time yet you’re still mad with him and you can’t even find it in yourself to feel sorry for keeping him waiting, instead of greeting him you make a beeline for his office to collect your discarded belongings. Kakucho walks you to the door and you thank him for the lunch while he says how nice it was and bids you a good night before leaving.

“Sweetheart? I’m so so sorry about earlier… please don’t shut me out I really didn’t mean to upset you, I can’t apologise enough… god I can’t believe I forgot… I fell so stupid not even remembering my sweetheart was coming to meet me for lunch, I don’t even know how to make it up to you but I hope this may help a little bit…” Rindou speaks up from behind you as you gather your things, when you turn with all intentions to push past him you see him holding a box you know all too well, it’s definitely a necklace that you’ve been eyeing up for weeks, one with the highest quality flower agate crystals embellishing the high grade silver chains all hand crafted and beautiful, it sits sparkling up at you in the light when Rindou opens the box for you to see. You still gasp at the sight of it especially at the sight of the matching earrings sitting just above the necklace. You really want to tell him this solves nothing but once you look into his glassy hope-filled eyes you can’t bare the thought of him being sad, you’ve already left him for 3 hours to wallow in self pity instead you lightly smile at him before opening your arms to let him fall into you.

As soon as he sees that he closes the box and pulls you straight into him, gripping you to his chest head buried into your hair he lets out quiet sobs, apologising and thanking you over and over, the prior stress and worry he was feeling melts away at your touch, gently stroking through his hair as you coo and shush him as softly as you can, a light giggle eases past your lips when you relise how much he must mean his apologies.

“Okay okay calm down pretty boy… let’s go home yeh? I know how sorry you are. I was really upset though so you should be really sorry and just to be clear the meal with Kakucho was just full of me ranting about how mad I was with you and him being sappy and telling me how much you love me, there there silly man stop crying now… Rin hey cmon I still love you no matter how upset I am…” You coo into the side of his head, leaving soft kisses on his hair and pierced ears. Rin pulls back still holding onto you though, a light sniffle and cough later and your staring into his red rimmed puffy amethyst eyes, somehow he still looks far too pretty, twinkling lilac eyes shine and crinkle at the edges as he grins back at your gentle smile.

“Okay sweetheart, let’s head home. I don’t fancy staying for the late meeting anyway Ran can tell me what’s happening… let me carry your bags for you… oh and I am very very much inlove with you like Kakucho said. I adore you pretty baby.”

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Lord my Rin favouritism is showin again 😬

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Demon Bros React: MC Gifts Them a Handmade Bracelet

Lucifer

“Luci, I made you something for fun but I’m not sure whether you’ll like it or not.”

He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk he was trying to get through. “As long as it’s not another bill like the one Mammon just racked up, I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is. Especially if it’s something you made.”

Blushing, you got up from your chair and quickly slipped the item onto Lucifer’s wrist.

He looked down to see a bracelet made out of elastic and chunky plastic beads. Among the red and black ones, the words “My Light” were spelled out.

“That’s just the way I feel about you sometimes. Whenever it seems like there’s nothing but darkness around me, you’re always there to guide me toward the light, toward better and happier times. You’ve saved me so many times.”

You looked at the bracelet on his wrist and suddenly felt self-conscious at how cheap it looked against the elegance of his RAD uniform. Lucifer seemed to be frozen in shock as well; he sat at his desk silent and unmoving.

“If...If you want I can take it back! Sorry, I just thought-”

Your sentence was interrupted by the full force of Lucifer crushing you into a hug. He tucked your head underneath his chin and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love it. I love you. You make my every day brighter by being with me. I can’t express how much I care-” He cut himself off, feeling his throat tighten with sudden emotion.

You hugged him back just as tightly. “Love you always, my light.”

Mammon

You were cuddling together on the couch, watching a movie. Mammon had his arms around you, one hand holding yours and the other tracing patterns on your thigh.

With your free hand you reached into your pocket to pull out the bracelet you had made earlier in the day. Bright yellow smiley face beads surrounded the word "Priceless".

"What's that babe?"

"I made it for you! Sorry it's not super fancy or anything. But I saw these beads today at the craft store and they reminded me of you. You make me smile all the time because you're such a goober."

Mammon grinned and acted mock-offended. "Hey! Is that any way to treat your first man?"

You continued, "And also, you're priceless to me Mammon. You know that right? I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even all the Grimm in the world. You make me feel so happy and loved."

You heard Mammon's sudden intake of breath. "Y-You really have no problem saying such embarrassing things, huh." His ears and cheeks were bright red.

You thought that was the end of the conversation but a few minutes later you heard Mammon whispering into your hair. "My treasure, I love ya so much. What did I ever do to deserve ya."

"You deserve to be happy Mammon, you deserve all the good in the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. I love you."

Leviathan

You were in his room, him playing a game and you putting the finishing touches on the bracelet you were making. Shiny blue beads with wave patterns on them surrounded the words “My Rock”. 

Quietly, so you wouldn’t interrupt his game, you placed the finished bracelet on his desk and moved to sit back down in your chair. Suddenly, his arm shot out to grab your wrist. He had paused his game and slid his headset slightly aside to ask: “MC, what is this?”

“Oh, I finished making this for you. Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it! But... I just wanted to give you a small present.”

Hand still holding your wrist, Levi wordlessly picked up the bracelet and examined it in the light. 

“Um... you know how my favorite animal is the otter? Well otters sometimes have a favorite rock that they keep in their pocket. And you’re my favorite, you know? Also you’re my rock because you keep me grounded a lot. Like when I get all anxious and stressed out you help calm me down. Whether it’s just cuddling or playing a game together, being with you is so peaceful.”

As you continued to ramble nervously, Levi’s cheeks began to grow redder and redder. “You really made this for me? This isn’t like a pity gift is it? Are you sure you want to give this to a-an otaku like me?”

You sighed and moved to wrap your arms around his neck. “Levi, you know I would never gift you something because I ‘pity you’. And also, I don’t understand what being an otaku has to do with anything. I’m giving you this because I love you, all parts of you.”

Levi looked at the bracelet for a moment longer before quickly slipping it onto his wrist. “I-I really like it. Thanks, MC.” He seemed to be gathering up his courage for something and letting out a deep breath he turned around to give you a quick kiss.

“S-Sorry! Sorry, I just... I’ve never received anything like this. I like you a lot, you know?”

You returned his kiss with one of your own. “I know.”

Satan

You had finished a light lunch together and now were browsing Satan’s favorite bookstore. He was looking at the history section while you were pretending to look at the bookmarks, gathering up your courage to give him his gift.

You were worried a bit that he wouldn’t like it. The bracelet itself was made out of inexpensive materials, emerald color beads and beads that spelled out “Beloved”. It didn’t seem like the type of thing Satan would wear.

He interrupted your thoughts with a tap on your shoulder. “Everything okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I was just...” With a sigh you held out the bracelet to him, there was really no point in stalling. “I made this for you. I understand if it’s not really your thing but just know the message is genuine.”

He pinched the bracelet between two fingers and began to examine it. "Beloved, huh?” His lips were quirked in a smug smile.

“Don’t tease me. But y-yeah, you’re my beloved. I never thought I’d meet someone like you here, you know? You feel like you fit right against my heart, like you’re my soulmate. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

All of the amusement was wiped off of Satan’s face and his eyes seemed to burn into you, the way he was staring at you. He deliberately rolled up the cuff of his RAD uniform slowly and made sure you were watching as he put on the bracelet, turning it this way and that to examine it. 

“It’s a good thing you don’t have to think about that, pet. Because trust me when I say that I’m never going to leave you. You’re stuck with me forever.”

With a wet laugh you rushed to hug him, burying your face into his chest. “That doesn’t sound bad to me at all.”

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo’s room, helping him paint his nails. His left hand was already finished and you watched him blow on the nails, trying to dry them. He held out his other hand for you and you pretended to fiddle with the nail polish before quickly slipping on the bracelet you had made for him earlier.

“MC, what is this?” Asmo looked at the bracelet, soft pink heart-shaped crystals surrounded beads that spelled out “Jewel Of My Heart”.

“Well, I know it’s nothing much compared to the jewelry you already have” you said, nodding toward Asmo’s vanity which held a variety of sparkling necklaces and earrings. “But I wanted to give you something handmade.”

“Oh, it’s so cute darling! I love it!” Asmo pulled out his cellphone and started trying to take pictures of his wrist from different angles. “Can you help me, MC? My nails are still a bit wet and I don’t want to ruin them. But I also want to post a picture to Devilgram immediately!”

You chuckled and took Asmo’s phone from him, trying to move his wrist to get it in frame. 

“I know you’re not the Jewel of the Heavens anymore. But I think of you as the jewel to my heart. You’re beautiful, Asmo. Not just the way you look but the way you’re able to find beauty in everything. Even in me, no matter how terrible I feel sometimes.”

Asmo had gone silent and you looked up to see him biting his lips, his eyes widened. “MC, that’s cheating. You can’t say things like that when I can’t even give you a proper hug right now. Ugh, you’re too adorable.”

Smiling, you held up his hand and pressed a gentle kiss against it. Asmo inhaled sharply.

“Darling, I think we can finish the other hand at a later time. Right now, there are other pressing matters I’d like to get to.” Asmo’s eyes had turned lustful and he quickly scooped you up and led you toward his bed.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen together, Beel helping you test a new pie recipe. Well, he was doing more eating than testing, letting out small whines until you gave in and fed him spoonfuls of fruit filling. 

It was warm and peaceful, the smell of sugar and vanilla in the air as you mixed a pot on the stove and Beel leaned against the countertop.

“Oh Beel, before I forget.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out a bracelet made up of small orange beads and plastic teddy bear-shaped beads. In the middle were the words “My Strength”.

You helped him slide it on his wrist and smiled at his confused look. “I made this for you today. I saw these beads and thought instantly of you, ‘cause I always call you my giant teddy bear.” For emphasis you gave him a hug and laughed at how small you felt in his arms.

“And also, I think of you as my strength. You’re super strong, yeah, but not just physically. You’ve always been there for me, whenever I felt down or scared or sad. You give me strength when I need it most. And I hope that I can lend you some of my strength too for whenever you need it.”

As Beel looked down at the bracelet, a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re cute, MC. Thank you for the gift. And you make me stronger every day by just being with me. I hope we can be together forever.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and he returned it with a sudden passionate one on your lips.

The two of you stood kissing for a few moments longer until you broke away from him, smelling burning sugar. “Oh god, the filling is burning! Quick, turn off the stove!”

Beel looked into the pot, which had turned from a deep red cherry color to almost black, and shrugged. “Eh, I’ll still eat it.”

Belphegor

You don’t know how long you had been napping for, but you woke up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You were warm and comfortable, one of Belphie’s legs wrapped around your own and his arm across your stomach. 

Looking down at his wrist you realized it was the perfect opportunity and slipped the bracelet out from your pajama pocket. The square lilac-colored beads looked cute against his wrist and you made sure the words “My Comfort” were facing the right way up so that Belphie would spot them when he woke up. 

You thought it would have been easy to give him his gift undetected, considering how much of a deep-sleeper he was, but at your movement Belphie scrunched up his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

“MC?” His voice was bleary from sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” He nodded and turned to face the other way but must have felt the beads pressing into his wrist. Confused he lifted his arm up and squinted at the bracelet. “What is this?”

You sighed, a bit nervous at how he would react. “I made it for you. It’s nothing fancy but I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while now. Something to remind you of me.”

He ran his fingers along the beads and mouthed the words “My Comfort”.

“That’s what you are to me. Comfort. When the world is too loud and my thoughts are too jumbled, you help make things quiet. You’re like a warm blanket that can muffle out the bad and the scary. I just hope that you’re as comfortable with me as I am with you.”

He remained silent for a while, rolling one of the beads between his fingers. Finally, he moved to bring your wrist to his mouth and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your wrist and then the center of your palm.

“I never thought I would get to have this, you know. A kind of love like this.” He rolled over so that you were face to face and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”