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According to my brother, Kaidan is a simp for this 💀

[dustofthedailylife]

Radish Salad

Ayato Birthday Special 2023

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Pairing: Ayato x (gn!) Reader

Summary: Ayato invites you to dinner on his birthday (Ayato 2023 birthday special)

Tags: Fluff, SFW

A/N: The simp in me spurred me on to pen something for Ayato's birthday... and after seeing his birthday artwork I just knew I had to. So here we are. Happy Birthday, Ayato <3

You coincidentally ran into Ayato this morning as you were out running errands on your day off. 

As usual, it was a pleasant, albeit rare, encounter to see your employer, the Yashiro Commissioner, casually drink tea in the courtyard of Komore Teahouse. You knew he didn’t get time for himself a lot. Usually, he was either too busy dealing with public affairs which caused him to be rarely at home. Or he was drowning in so much paperwork that he holed himself up in his office.

You shyly waved in his direction and smiled which he returned with an enchanting smile himself.

You were just about to walk on again when you heard him call your name. Inevitably your heart euphorically skipped a beat in your chest. Yet you were aware that harboring the feelings you did for your employer wasn’t right or appropriate so you tried to limit your interactions with him as of late. You knew being too hopeful about it would just end up in a heartbreak.

“I see you’re enjoying your day off.” he remarked with a kind smile. “Care to join me for a cup of tea?”

“Oh, uhm. I’d love to Lord Kamisato but I’m somewhat occupied right now.”

“A pity.” he hummed taking a sip out of his teacup before speaking once more after he set it back down on the table. “I had a package brought over to your house earlier. Make sure to open it today, I have extended an invitation for my birthday banquet later today and I want my most trusted staff to be there as well this year.”

You had not been aware that today was Ayato’s birthday, as he was a man who usually kept his cards close to his chest. So it wasn’t a surprise you didn’t know about it. Yet for some reason you felt guilty about not knowing as well.

“Oh, I had no idea, my apologies. Happy Birthday, my Lord.” you bowed your head in reverence to which he was quick to lift his hand.

“No need. I appreciate the birthday wishes. And I hope to see you later at the Estate.”

“Of course.” you agreed excitedly, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from crinkling upwards in anticipation. You knew you shouldn’t read into it too much but he did say he wanted his most trusted staff to be there as well, which meant, you were amongst them. It made your heart swell with pride as well as hope. Although you didn’t want to admit the latter.

You rushed home to retrieve whatever package he sent to you, only to find it leaning on the stone steps in front of your home. 

It was a small package with a pastel blue envelope stuck to it. Your name on it, as well as the letter itself, was written in Ayato’s elegant penmanship. 

The thought that the man of your dreams sat down to carefully pen your name on this very envelope you were holding, made heat rise to your face and a tidal wave of emotion wash over you, enveloping you in a cozy and soft warmth that radiated throughout your entire body.

The feeling however would prove to be fleeting as soon as you saw what the package contained that the letter was attached to. You carefully unwrapped it with an erratically beating heart, fantasizing about what the package could contain. But instead of what you envisioned, all you found were… radishes?

Was this supposed to be some kind of joke you didn’t get, a custom you never heard of, or perhaps a secret message? You were puzzled beyond belief but quickly decided to make some radish salad out of them to bring to the banquet later. Maybe everyone invited got some sort of vegetable they were supposed to prepare something with, right?

A couple of hours later as the sun was already setting on the horizon. And with a bowl of freshly made radish salad in hand, you found yourself standing in front of the Kamisato Estate. 

Your heart was beating fast as you knocked on the big front door. You were sure you could even hear it, no thanks to how quiet it was at the Estate today overall.

Additionally, it seemed to stay quiet inside. After waiting a couple more minutes you knocked again without success before deciding to walk to the garden of the Estate to see if you’d find anyone there.

Were you too early?

Walking along the stone path you soon spotted Ayato who seemed to be in the midst of sword practice.

Entranced by his fluid movements, you found yourself slowly sneaking closer to him in order to not disturb his focus.

“Lord Kamisato?” you ushered as soon as he halted his movements for a moment.

He visibly flinched, turning around in just the blink of an eye with the Katana in his hand extended in your direction, the blade turning into liquid blue with only a flash of his vision. 

“My apologies. I did not realize it was you.” he exclaimed, his eyes widened in shock as he put the katana back into its sheath before walking over to you.

“No please, I should apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you, my Lord. You must’ve been focused.” you shook your head slightly before extending the bowl with the radish salad in his direction with a sheepish smile. “I made this. It may be nothing special but I didn’t know what else to do with the radishes.”

“Radishes?” he questioningly raised an eyebrow while training his eyes on the salad.

“You sent me radishes. The package?”

The confusion on his face made your heart drop. You must’ve misunderstood the message and had now embarrassed yourself beyond belief in front of him.

“There was nothing else in the package?” he inquired.

“No. Nothing, my Lord.”

“No necklace?”

“No neck– w-what?” you stammered. What did he mean by necklace? Why would he send you a necklace?

He inched closer to you, gently taking the bowl out of your hands to place it on the stairs next to you, before leaning on the fence next to you with one arm.

His face was now hovering so close to yours that you could see the sheen of sweat from his training glistening in the evening sun. His enchanting lilac eyes trained on yours as a soft smile played around his lips.

“You heard me. I had a camellia necklace made just for you. It reassures me to know that this is why you’re not wearing it right now, my dear.”

He carefully tipped your chin up with his hand, brushing along your cheek with the back of his hand. You practically melted at the sensation as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. The fluttering of your heart was so loud in your chest that you were sure he must be hearing it as well. You closed your eyes as you hesitantly leaned into his touch.

He watched your reaction before playfully biting his lower lip and almost boyishly smiling to himself.

When you opened your eyes again his face had become so close to yours, you could feel his breath fan over your lips and smell his aftershave. His long eyelashes accentuated his half-lidded eyes he had now trained on your eyes once more.

“I have a favor to ask of you… Please, call me Ayato from now on.” he whispered and with that closed the remaining distance between your faces, sealing your lips with his in a silent confession.

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“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

With special dedication to @copias-fluffy-asscheeks.

CW: 18+ content, this is honestly very self-indulgent. nihil and reader have a big age gap (reader is regarded as young). dick sucking. bit of masturbation (reader). vagina fingering. dick riding. very slight dacryphilia if you squint. nihil is a fucking simp but it's okay because i'm a simp too. reader has a big tattoo. reader is wearing a skirt, i dunno if that's a warning but just in case. bad seven inches of satanic panic jokes, puns and references. i am very bad writing actual smut. this is porn equivalent of slow burn, i swear. this took way more time and effort than it should.

Taglist: @firefirevampire @ouijaboardemo @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess

You relaxed against Nihil's chest, watching his fingers press buttons on his typing machine, text appearing letter by letter. You didn't pay any mind to what words he was forming, you enjoyed the sounds surrounding you. His slow, steady heartbeat on one side and the incredibly satysfying clicking of the machine as he worked. It was soothing, yes, but also incredibly boring. You wanted his attention to be on you, not the boring paperwork he had to do for his ex.

Were you jealous of Sister Imperator? Maybe a little bit. Although Nihil assured you many times that you were now the only one for him, he did spend half a century pining for her. And sometime it would get in your head, making you wonder if the few months you two shared together could, in any way, compare to the years with her.

It was, in a way, your insecurities that made you do something a bit over a month ago. Something that you wanted to show him tonight. You were originally going to wait until he was done working, but you craved his attention. You wanted his eyes on you, not the paper. You wanted his fingers on your skin, maybe inside you, just as long as they touched you and not the machine.

"Papa...?" you called out quietly and he looked down at you, his eyes softening as a loving smile took over his lips. He'd always look at you like this, like a child looking at the most adorable little pet. He just loved you so much, even seeing you was enough to make his heart melt.

"What's on your mind, my dear?" He asked, his hands leaving the typing machine to wrap around your waist, one of his thumbs stroking your hip as he leaned in closer to you. Nihil was a tall man, almost 190 centimiters tall, so he towered over most people, especially when he stood straight (which he rarely did, his posture became a bit more hunched over the years). And since you were curled up on his lap, you seemed really small compared to him, something he found absolutely adorable.

One of his hands moved to stroke your cheek. He could hear the love songs play in the back of his mind when he saw you. He wanted to take out his saxophone to play for you or sing to you. Anything to see you smile or hear you make the smallest noise for him. In his eyes, you could never to anything wrong. You could murder the whole world's population, and this man would still look at you like at the most perfect of beings.

"You've been working for so long now..." You pouted playfully, slowly dragging your finger from his collar and down his chest, stopping around his belly button before you moved around in his lap a bit so you could whisper directly to his ear. "Can't you please take a small break with me? I wanna show you something."

You got off his lap, giggling a bit at his disappointed expression when he could no longer feel you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to give him a kiss on the cheek before carefully helping him stand up. Once he stood, you sat down on the edge of his desk and began to slowly lift up your skirt, uncovering the colorful ink that covered the skin of your outer thigh.

Papa Nihil's brows slowly raised like your skirt did. And so did the corners of his mouth as he smiled widely, realizing what the picture on your skin was. And oh, how honored he was to see it! How delighted!

By the time the cover album of Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic you got tattooed on your thigh was uncovered, his hand was already on your knee and slowly moving up, with your permission of course. He hesitated a bit before his fingertips got to the ink, but when you gave him a small nod, he gently graced the lines on colorful ink, his mind running wild with adoration and just a few little perverted fantasies.

He wanted to fuck you right here, right now. On his desk, right on top of his paperwork.

He wanted to hold onto your body so hard his fingers would leave bruises on your skin so they'd match your tattoo.

He wanted to...

"Papa?" You calling out to him got his mind to abandon his imaginations and focus on the real deal in front of him again. He didn't realize when his hand made its way to your ass, but he didn't mind. And neither did you, considering your little smile when he squeezed your butt and pulled you just a bit closer so you'd feel his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic through his papal robes.

"What's on your mind, my darling?" He asked, clearly excited to feel you up a little. He loved the way your plush body felt under his hands, how soft you were to the touch.

"Do you like it?" You asked with a cute little innocent pout, looking up at him in the oh so adorable way that he adored so much. He could just look at you for hours, for days even. If he were to die right here, right now, right on this spot, he would die a happy man because you would be the last view before his death.

"I love it, my sweet." He assured happily, his hands gripping your cheeks to pull you into a sweet kiss, his hand soon enough leaving your face so he could once again touch the masterpiece on the canvas that was your soft skin.

He slowly moved his kisses to the corner of your lips, then your chin, jaw and then neck. And then he started pulling on the collar of your shirt, very clearly informing you that he needed more of you. And you were always ready to give him more. To give him everything you had to offer.

And so you slowly moved away, holding his hand and pulling him to the bedroom, the sound of your steps accompanied only by the quiet squeaking on the wheels of his oxygen tank. The entire time, his gaze kept going back to your thigh as the material of your skirt moved with each of your steps, a bit of colortful ink showing.

Finally, you reached your goal he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you slowly kneeling between his legs, giggling quietly as you hid your head under his robes and moved his pants and underwear down his legs.

His hand found the back of your head even through his robes, which he was frantically trying to take off. He liked how playful you were, but he also enjoyed watching you choke on his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic.

There was just something so special, so beautiful about seeing you go down on him.

Just like Holy Mary.

He needed a hit from his oxygen machine when he first felt your hot, wet mouth around his cock. He hoped you'd start sucking right away, but you were young and you loved to tease the old man you managed to date. So of course you moved your head back slowly. You knew exactly where the vein on the underside of his cock was and you traced it with the tip of your tounge pressed tightly against it as you moved back, stopping when only his tip was left tightly held between your lips as you gently sucked him like a sweet little lollipop.

He whined softly, and you knew that whine well. You decided to show him mercy this once and got your mouth off his dick for a little bit and helped him remove his mitre and then his robes. He could take them off himself, yes, but he was old and it would take time. And neither of you wanted to waste it. No, no, time was definitely too precious for him.

He pulled you into another kiss, one much to heated and passionate for a man his age, yet he seemed completely unbothered by how fast and rough it was. Only at first, of course. Once you both broke the kiss, he needed his oxygen tank again. You let him get his breathing back to normal, giving a few soft kisses to his collar bone. You knew he would relax if you did that.

His free hand stroked your hair, giving you a subtle sign to get on your knees again. And you did, kneeling in front of him and looking up at the man as he put the mask away for a bit to observe you with a small, love-struck smile. It was endearing, the way he looked at you. It didn't matter if you were completely ruined and exhausted after riding his dick, he would always look at you like a child your look at a Christmas tree. Completely in love, his heart going crazy with adoration for you.

Anyone else would hear wedding bells, maybe even choirs of angels. Nihil didn't hear those. Well, maybe he heard the bells, but they were quiet and in the background. Instead, seeing you like this, kissing the tip of his cock, made him hear all your love confessions to him. All your pretty moans. They created their own symphony in his ears. A symphony that would soon enough be replaced by a different song, one that you'd sing while riding him. And while he took great pride in his own songs, he knew damn well they could never go against your sweet tunes.

Nihil's grip on your hair tightened as you gave him a long, playful lick, all the way from his balls to the tip, which you took in your mouth again, teasing it with your tongue. You could already taste a few drops of his salty precum, making you hum quietly. You couldn't help yourself, you were too wet and too horny not to touch yourself through your underwear. You knew he didn't mind, he could always encourage you to please yourself while pleasing him.

His fingers moved against your scalp as you slowly made your way to deepthroat him. Nihil was big, he knew he was. There was a reason the seven inches between his legs often made girls experience some (satanic) panic back when he was younger and much more sexually active.

He remembered your first time together, how he needed to hold your hips and slowly help you lower yourself until you took him all the way inside. He remembered wiping away your precious tears as you took your time getting used to the painful yet pleasurable stretch your poor pussy had to endure. You would still need time, of course, but not as much as the first time.

You let out a choked whimper, bringing him back from his memories to look at you, a few stray tears running down your cheeks. He gently stroked your cheek, observing you choke on his cock oh so prettily.

"You're doing really well darling. You're making Papa very happy..." he said quietly as you briefly looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes so adorably tearful. He loved how you looked with him inside your mouth. Your saliva dripping from your lips, accompanied by the lewd sucking noises. You didn't bob your head, he didn't like that. He used to when he was younger, but right now he was a man in his early 100s, his tastes and preferences have mellowed down by now. He was fully content with you just gently sucking while you kept him in his mouth.

He leaned back a bit, supporting himself with his free arm, his other hand still in your hair. He relaxed completely, enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his cock and the cute noises you made as you slowly moved your fingers inside yourself. You didn't intend to make yourself cum, no, you just needed a bit of stimulation, considering how wet you already were.

His hand pulled on your hair harder, making you whimper against his cock, the vibrations of your throat giving him a new wave of pleasure. He bucked his hips, making you gag a bit, but you knew exactly what that meant. He wouldn't do that unless he was close. Really close. So close in fact, he was losing control. So you weren't mad, you just accepted it, letting him make a few frantic thrusts into your mouth before his watery semen spilled into your mouth. You swallowed some of it, but quickly stood up and handed him the mask of his oxygen tank, holding it against his face until he took a few deep breaths. You gave him a few minutes before he was ready to hold it himself.

"Are you okay?" You asked, gently holding his cheeks and looking into his eyes to make sure he was fine. You knew how much an orgasm would take out of him. It took good fifteen minutes before his breathing was fine again and he was looking at you with the same lovestruck smile he always had when he saw your adorable face. This could mean that either everything was fine or that you've completely lost him. "Talk to me, Papa. Do you wanna stop now? Do you need to rest?"

He took one more big breath before putting the mask away and pulling you into a kiss. A short one, not as passionate as before, since he was still getting himself together. A sweet, brief kiss he used to thank you for how good you made him feel. He didn't mind the taste his seed left in your mouth, he was too old and too in love with you to care. In a way, he was honored to taste himself on your tounge. To know you had no shame in using your young mouth to please an old man like him.

Nihil pulled you into his lap, his arms (surprisingly buff for his age, it was clear he used to work out when he was younger) wrapping around you again. One of his hands moved your skirt up again, stroking the tattoo. It was gorgeous, a beautiful way for you to show you were his. A sweet way for him to claim you.

"Let me please you now, okay sweetheart? Let Papa please you." He whispered needily. He wasn't asking to please you, he was demanding. And who were you to deny him that? You couldn't do that to him, not when he needed it so much. So you whispered out an 'okay' before you got off his lap.

The elderly satanic pope moved back to rest against the headboard of the bed. You rearranged the pillows for him, making sure they would seperate him from the hard wood so he wouldn't get hurt. And once you were sure everything was okay (the pillows arranged properly, his oxygen tank close to you both so he could use him as soon as needed), you moved back to his lap, letting him take his time undressing you. This time there was no rush, no need to hurry this time.

He lazily kissed your neck. At this point he didn't care about how smudged facepaint was getting, he just wanted you now. His hands were shaking as he undressed you. Nihil didn't bite, not at his age. But he adored marking you with the black and white paint and dark red and purple hickeys all over your neck.

You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands explored your body, even though they already knew it so well. His fingers slowly moved down your chest, giving a playful pinch to one of your nipples, saving the cute little mewl you let out in his memory.

While he knew you'd take him to your mouth at your own pace, he also knew just how eager you were please him and start jumping on his cock, even if it hurt. Honestly, he once considered if perhaps you were a bit masochistic with just how eager you were to take the painful stretch of his cock inside you. And while Nihil absolutely loved that tendency, he didn't like seeing you cry unless you cried tears of pleasure. Which is why he'd always take charge when it came to you riding him. Just to make sure those were happy tears. After all, you both knew there would be tears.

And so his fingers moved down to your clit and slowly coating them in your juices before he allowed himself to shove his fingers inside you. Oddly enough, his hands weren't shaking anymore, as if the sexual motions completely fixed his health, giving back some of the youthful vigor he thought he's lost over the years. And yet here it was, back in him. Not all of it, of course. But just enough to make you feel good. Really good.

You were really eager to take him inside, he knew. He knew damn well. But he wanted you to relax. To make sure you'd reach your peak more than once. And he had long, skilled fingers.

He knew exactly how to tickle you internally.

And tickle you internally he did. It had no reason to feel that good, after all it was just his fingers. But Papa Nihil knew what he was doing. And he's proven it to you many times. He knew exactly how tu use his fingers. Where to move them, where to gently rub your walls, where and just how hard to press his fingertips against your walls... With just two fingers, this man made you squirm and whimper on top of him. All the noises and expressions you made... they warmed his old heart. He would remember and cherish all of it.

While he rarely masturbated, he fantasized about you all the time. If only you'd seen just how much he adored you, how he'd zone out like a teenager with a crush, all other thoughts completely absent as his brain replayed the beautiful movie that was your relationship, all the scenes with the most gorgeous actress - you.

He's randomly sit down somewhere and just remember your smiles, your little giggles. Your moans and whimpers. The expression of utter delight you'd have everytime you came, no matter if on his hand or his cock. How you'd throw your head back. He loved it all, he memorized it all.

And he'll remember this time, too. He's remember how you clinged to him,hiding your face in his shoulder, so adorably embarrassed with how loud you were despite being pleased only by his fingers. It was so cute that you'd hide your face, your blush, everytime. He loved that about you. Was it because you were so young and barely experienced? He was your what, second? Maybe third sexual partner? And not to mention the previous ones were nowhere near as good as he was. He did have more than eighty years of experience, after all.

You could feel his experience right now. And he could see you feeling his experience with how much you squirme With how many times you whimpered out his title, begging for more. And then, eventually, with how you came all over his hand with a small whine.

He patted your back with the hand that you didn't cover in cum as you whined softly into his shoulder. You were clearly upset with how easily he got to make you finish. You hated how it took him no effort to push you over the edge of pleasure. And he wasn't even malicious about it, no. He was still like a really old lovestruck puppy. An oddly cute old lovestruck puppy.

However, what's most important is that while he pleased you with his fingers, his cock got hard again.

And in your post-orgasmic high, you wanted it. You wanted him inside you, right now. And the pleading whimper combined with how you desperately moved your hips made it clear to him. And what kind of partner would he be if he refused?

He helped you move your body so his dick would easily slide into your warm and waiting cunt. Even if it hurt from both the stretch and overstimulation, you tried to move right away. You wanted to move right away. It felt so good, you could take a bit of pain for it! It was worth it! You wanted to ride his dick, and he wanted you to ride his dick, too! He should let you do that, right? Right?

Wrong, apparently. Because he cared about you too much to make you move right away. Because he hated to see you in pain.

"Papaa... Please..." you whined. You wanted him inside you, why wouldn't he let you get him inside you?

"Hey now, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek. You looked into his eyes with the saddest pout imaginable, hoping to use it against him. He would always give in to your pouts, surely he'll give in this time as well?

Somehow, he didn't. Because he cared too much about you to ever let you hurt yourself like this. And maybe, just maybe your pathetic little whines turned him on and made him even harder. You just looked so incredibly sweet, trying to move around to take him inside you, how you begged him to just fuck you instead of messing around like this.

But he kept you still, his loving gaze seemingly oblivious to your pleas. But he knew perfectly well what you needed, but he needed you to be good and calm down for him. He even offered you a huff from his oxygen tank to calm you down, but you refused with one last pleading whimper.

"There, there." He patted the top of your head with a small chuckle. "Papa needs you to calm down before you get your fun, alright?"

You nodded with a small pout, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you moved back down on his lap. He hugged you tightly, giving gentle kisses to your neck and cheek until your breathing was calm, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and held your face in his large hands, looking into your eyes. If a human's pupil could be heart-shaped, Nihil's eyes would constantly have hearts in them whenever you were around. Especially right now. The adoration this man held for you was leaking out with every moment he spent in your presence. Everyone could see it. The gentle ways he caressed your face and kissed you... They made it all clear.

And you loved him just as much in your young, energetic ways that he could barely keep up with. This, however... This, you both understood. A loving, intimate moment between the two of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Just you and him together.

"Good girl, my lovely, my sweet..." he muttered, kissing the top of your head. He stroked your back before gently patting your ass, giving you permission to finally ride him. You happily kissed his cheek, raising your hips again and letting him guide your body to the sweet pleasure his dick promised you. And you loved these promises it made because it would always keep them deep inside you as your fleshy walls squeezed it. "Doing so well for Papa..."

You both took a minute when you managed to fit all seven inches of his Satanic panic inside you. You had time to adjust how his size seemed to bully your tight cunt and he had time to get a puff from his oxygen machine. He was fine, but the incredible feeling of your body accepting him so eagerly, of your body craving more of him... it always knocked the air out of his old lungs. And you were always so sweet and quick to hand him the oxygen mask... How could he ever not love you?

He gave you a clear sign when he was ready, putting the mask away again and tightly holding onto your hips instead. And you responded right away, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. You've had enough experience by now to know exactly when to break the kiss so that he would catch his breath on his own. And you knew just how much time to take before moving.

You followed a rhythm he set, guiding your hips up and down as his gaze flickered between your expression and your very core. There was just something in seeing his cock disappear inside you that he loved. He loved the wet, squelching noises and all your moans, mixed with his own, as you moved your hips with the bit of help he was offering.

Nihil knew exactly what you needed. How hard you needed to slam yourself onto him and at what pace. When to tighten his grip and help you out just a little bit more so you'd have at least a tiny bit of rest before becoming more in charge and letting him slam against all the sensitive spots inside you on your own conditions. And he'd accept all the conditions, as long as he got to be inside your hot, tight insides. He loved this feeling. He loved how your body seemed to almost glow in the faint light of his bedroom as your body became more and more covered in sweat. Sweat that he embraced without hesitation as he pulled you into another hot kiss and pressed your chests together. His arms, surprisingly strong for a man his age, rocked your hips against him as you made out so you could concentrate on his lips while still getting the pleasure he was offering.

He smiled at the sweet 'I love you's muttered between your little moans. He could see how good you felt having your g-spot attacked repeatedly, over and over. He could see the hot tears that smeared your make-up and that he gently kissed away as you mewled quietly.

Of course, you weren't the only one losing your mind in pleasure. He was losing his, too. Or maybe he's lost it already all those months ago when you nervously confessed your feelings for the old satanic pope. Or maybe even when he first met you, a cute little assistant assigned to him by Sister Imperator to make sure he was doing his work properly. A cute little assistant who cared about him so much...

A cute little assistant riding his dick now.

He glanced down at your tattoo again, with a small chuckle between his own quiet groans. Trusting in your ability to ride him on your own, he moved one of his hands to stroke the glorious work of art on your skin. You were already a masterpiece to him, but now? Now he wished he was a few decades younger so he could properly fuck your brains out.

Fortunately for him, you were doing completely fine on your own. He knew you were close, even in his own slightly hazy state he could easily feel how your body reacted to him. The more frantic squeezes of your walls and how your moans and whines were now louder and more high pitched. And he loved that. He wanted to hear more of it.

"That's a good girl!" He praised, squeezing your hip. You were just so cute... He couldn't help himself but to press his lips against yours, both of you getting lost in the kiss as your orgasms kept building up impatiently, just waiting to break free as the feeling in your stomachs kept growing, struggling to stay inside your bodies and threatening to snap.

And snap it did.

You cried out into his mouth, and if he could, he would eagerly swallow the sound you made as you came, your juices flowing out onto his cock, a bit of it spilling and coating his balls as well as you kept moving up and down, albeit way more sloppily and with an even bigger need for his help. And he helped you to the best of his abilities, once again thrusting into you a few times before your juices mixed with his seed, his face burried in your shoulder as he tried to get his breathing in check again.

You quickly handed him the oxygen mask and watched him breathe until you were sure he was fine again. You gave him one last little kiss before slowly getting off of him with the intention to clean up, but he held your hand and gently pulled you back onto his lap to wrap his arms around you and press you into his chest again. He didn't care about the mess, he just wanted to feel you close to him for a bit longer.

And so here you were again, sitting on his lap again, resting against his chest and listening to his heartbeat, embraced not only by him, but also by his almost overwhelming love for you. And that was nice. Actually no, it wasn't nice...

... it was perfect.

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Anal?

Masterlist

Summary: its fun enlightening people isnt it?

Warnings : mentions of anal (surprise surprise) teasing, swearing, crack fic

A/N:just a funny little drabble based on banter and commeradery. Also i would 100% tease the fuck out of obi-wan i wanna make him blush so bad, and i know i could. I just know it!

"Aren't you excited to get home and enjoy that four letter word?" Cody asked, excited to be heading home for a few weeks' leave. The others took that as a queue for a little guessing game, each offering their own four letter word. love?,Food? Beer?

"Anal?" Everyone paused nd snapped their heads to you. You forwned but kepts chewing your mouthfull of cookie slowly, flicking your gaze between the others.

"A-anal? Y/n? What the fuck? Your a jedi!" Cody broke the awkward silence with a yell, waving at you animatedly.

"Oh What like i cant be a jedi and like anal at the same time?" You said with a scoff rolling your eyes before taking another bite of your cookie.

"Well i? No? But.!?" He tried to find the words to argue his point but you cut him off.

"Exactly. Butts" you smirked pointing to him with a suggestive raise pf your eyebrows.

"Fucking hell!"

"This discussion is very inappropriate" obiwan called from his seat across the room. Desperately trying npt to massaged his temples as he felt another head ache coming. He knew you would rile the others up. You cpuldnt help it it was in your nature, not even being raised in the temple could get rid of your sadistic streak. And by force did they try to teach it out of you.

"Like youve never tried butt stuff?" You grunted at the older man with a light sneer. Not about to be judged by so eone who'd probably played more 'hide the salami' then you ever had.

But the jedi master held firm, trying to keep a stern gaze, but flushed. His eyes gave him away. No, he had never explored to that degree.

"Wait youve neve smashed a girls back doors in?" You pondered out loud unable to fathom the attractive man had never been given the chance to lay some back door pipe.

"Oh my god you havent? Well shit i thought he got it from you?" You exclaimed pointing a thumb in Anakins direction whoch ,and a few of the others chuckle. Anakin frowned for a second and made to ask what you meant, but obi-wan got there first with a sputtering yelp.

"I beg your pardon?! Who got what from me exactly?" Obiwans voice grew high. Offended by the insinuation. Yet still asked just to clarify he hadnt misheard you.

"Well, you know you got anakin when you were young, i gathered he got that cocky adventourous sheet freak vibe from you? But now Im geussing not?" You shrugged

"Wait i give off sheet freak vibes?" Anakin asked from the door, a little too excitedly if you do say so yourself.

"Err yeah.... did you not know that? Like half the temple thinks your a kinky son of a btich... and they think you got it from him" you explained whilst slowly pointing to obiwan, who despite blushing looked completly blindsided. And appalled.

"Jedi have fantasy fucks?"

"Im stil, surprised to find out you guys have sex? Like kriff! You live in an actual temple" You rolled your eyes as the guys spoke out loud, completely confused. It was like they belived jedi were a differe speices. Idiots.

"We're not fucking abstinent. We just dont form relationships. We are free to fuck all we want;i mean damn you can fuck without being lovers. So in other words yes. Jedi women have fantasy fucks. And most of the ones i know;which is a fair few are sort of split into two camps. Obi-wan and Anakin. Some are simps for windu too but err. No thanks i tryto avoid that particular locker room talk"

"Im a fantasy fuck? Thats pretty awsome actually." Anakin laughed puffing his chest with pride. You giggled at him nodding, pleased that he atleast found it amusing.

"Thats the spirit" you praised him with a beaming grin.

"Anakin, y/n can you both just shut up? Please I just? I didnt need to know this type of thing happened in the temple." Obi-wan huffed pinching his brow. Clearly he was getting fed up with the two of you and your laid back attitudes. Honestly why the hell the council had paired you two together in the same troop he will never know. You both brought out the worst in each other.

"To be honest obi-wan, you should be proud, i mean being a temple fantasy fuck is quite something. We are a religious bunch... maybe sacrilegious now?" You teased lightly trying to lighten him up with so e jokes. He really was a stuck in the mud. But then again that stern yet caring disposition was what had granted him the 'daddy' moniker. His reply was a stern grunt of your name, warning you to pack it in.

"What? Im Tying'na make you feel better. No one likes a sad obi-wan. Especially the ladies at the temple" you pouted glearing at him crossing your arms. But he held your gaze, raising a brow.

"Am i a fantasy fuck in the temple" the question came from cody, sitting beside you. You paused for a moment before pointing at him a little.

"You know what? I'll ask around and get back to you on that cody" the conversation seemed to stall their, much to the jedi masters relief. Anakin looked to obi-wan seeing him relax, thanking the stars anal was jot the topic of discussion now. He smirked, he couldnt have that now could he?

"Sooo anal?" He asked, turing his head to you suggestively smirking, before sending you a not so subtl wink. Obi-wan deapanned before ha ing his head. Muttering ' For fuck sake anakin' under his breath.

"In your dreams pretty boy" you uttered smirking back at him enjoying the little tit for tat, and the fact anakin was in a playful mood, whoch was rare nowadays.

"Ah your an obi-wan kind of girl, gotcha" he grinned crossing his arms and tipping back to lean on the wall.the others laughed and began hooting like a bunch of overgrown teens.

"Fuck you!" You cursed glowering at him playfully.

"I just tried, but you turned me down" he coundptered sending the clones into peals of laughter as your face turned red and yo tried to find some scathing reply.

"Anakin stop it!" Obi-wan chided half heartedly. He couldnt help it, deep down he did enjoy seeing the old playfull anakin rear his head. It was rare.

"Oh i think the feelings mutual. Lucky obi-wan y/n~" you flushed brighter and squeaked. The grin on obi-wan's face dropped and he began scolding him. But as usual it fell on deaf ears.

"Thats not fair! Jedi get the force, the sabers, and now anal?!" Cody cried raising his hands in a 'what the fuck' gesture. You threw your head back laughing at the list of jedi perks. Even anakin broke out into a thunderous laugh. Clearly the man had done the back door break in probably to avoid pregnancy; much like you if your honest.

"no one is getting anal; dont you dare give me that look y/n" obi-wan stated making the room break out into a chorus of groans. Yoh giggled though, your pout had caught iphis attention.

"Boring old fart" you snipped slumpjng back into your seat with a grunt.

"Hey! Watch it" he growled snapping his fingers whislt pojntjng at you.

"What ever you say daddy~" you laughed when his composure slipped and his cheeks glowed. You smirked at him. Gotcha! He rolled his eyes waving a hand at you before slipping away from the group with a sigh. By know youd thought he'd learn youd do anything to rile him up. Teasing was pretty much the only fun you got. Well untill you got so e leave and found a little fuck boy.

[boltermasterbon]

So ummmmm this is my first post hope y’all enjoy I’m mainly going to do gender neutral stuff with arcane, Star Wars and Frozen characters cause I’m a simp this first post is going to be for my fellow elsa simps so…..ENJOY!

Warnings Angst, death, and loss of loved one.

Title: Loving the snow queen is a losing game… Part1 ;)

You were not a person who was rich nor a noble you were just a person that lived in a small house near the outskirts of the kingdom though somehow you blessed to have a friendship with the king and queen’s daughters. Elsa and Anna somehow you were their best friend you played and laughed and cried with them the three of you were a trio of fun but unfortunately when Elsa accidentally hit Anna with her powers things somewhat Changed Elsa became a bit distant then the day their parents died things changed completely. Your friends were no longer there for you and you weren’t there for them the two sisters grew apart while you lost your father, your grandfather, and your uncle you were alone luckily you had a few dogs with you so that’s a plus but one day a day that you thought was going to be the same as any other was about to change. A man on a bourse gave you a letter it was from Anna she had personally invited you to come to the ball and the opening of the gates you were glad she at least remembered you. You decided to go you didn’t have the best clothes luckily you managed to find some decent clothes that would fit the occasion and so you walked to the castle there you were at the gates when they opened nostalgia came in you remember the the times you got to the hang out with the sisters in the castle. You were happy and eager to see them after all this time you couldn’t wait to see Anna and Elsa and how they grew then after wondering the castle you found yourself sat down on a bench for Elsa to become queen when you saw her god the whole world stopped for a moment as you saw her beautiful blue eyes and her gorgeous blonde hair your love for her was reignited like a wild fire. Then when you saw her nervousness when she held the two golden objects (that idk what are called) you noticed a small bit of ice growing on where her hands were you always knew she had powers and when she became distant you noticed she stopped but didn’t asked cause you assumed she didn’t want to or something. Then at the ball you found Anna and Elsa at last and they both saw you Anna eyes lit up in happiness and relief “oh thank god you came” Anna said to you giving you a big hug while Elsa she looked at you with happiness and surprised eyes some people could notice she blushed a little even Anna noticed but said nothing “how have you been y/n?” Anna said “Good…though things have been lonely” you said “…….I missed you guys” “missed you too!” Anna said you looked at Elsa and then said “ my queen” in taunting voice as you bowed she rolled her eyes “Good to see you too y/n” elsa said as she chuckled a little then you guys talked and catches up then came the Duke of weaselton (Idk how to actually spell it lol) he took Anna and danced while you and Elsa laughed then you too had a moment. “ I’ve missed this” you said “me too…” said Elsa as her eyes Changed a bit from fun to longing and emptiness “You okay?” You asked ”oh I’m okay” she said though deep down you knew something was off then Anna returned from her crazy dance then Hans (who I hate but also kinda like cause he was a good betrayal villain) appeared you when Anna said her and Hans were wanting to be married you had……..mixed feelings about a the common sense part of was like “ok hold wait a minute this is just to fasts y’all at least need to date and put a ring on it first” while the friend side of you was like “yes! Finally she finds someone to love” then when elsa said no you were shocked a bit but agreed with her a bit on the “you can’t marry someone you just met part” but when things started to get heated you tried to help Anna and elsa then when elsa used her powers and created those spikes of ice you got to closed and the spikes hit your shoulder and your face leaving two small cuts which Elsa. Her eyes showed concern, fear and pain while she could feel her heart ache then she ran yet you still tried to follow her when she crossed the lake you chased after her but then you slipped too hard and ended up knocking yourself out the last thing you saw was elsa running into the unknown

[sugarloofy]

Valentine's Day Hcs for the Avatar boys (Modern! AU)

(Seperate) Neteyam, Lo'ak, Ao'nung,& Roxto x gn!reader.

reader and the character is implied to already have an established relationship with each other!

A.N.

This is my first time writing something like this, I hope you enjoy it :D

I apologize if anything is ooc 😭

Also i was supposed to post this like... Months ago but i didn't have the balls, so um.. Enjoy this post 👍👍

- Hana☆

Neteyam ♥

Would prepare a lot beforehand

Like it would be a few weeks before Valentine's and he'd be sweating and thinking about it, change my mind.

His siblings just gotta hear all about it, all the time lol. "do you think [name] would like this color??"

Asks you totally non-suspicious questions regarding about your favorite deserts & flavors a few days before Valentine's...

" Say, do you like cookies or meringues more?" "Do you like chocolate or vanilla? Or maybe strawberry, blueberry... "

Handmade deserts all the way>>>

Definitely uses a box with hearts and stuff on it (he's so cute i, I just can't)

Gives you heartfelt letters + storebought chocolate + homemade deserts + flower bouquet (ABSOLUTELY BOYFRIEND MATERIAL???) (Marry this man already.)

He'll be shy n all when he gives you the giftbox <3 (such a sweetheart istg)...

You were... Safe to say really flustered by the sudden gift from him. You were blushing, and so was he.

You accepted the gift from him happily! Then you decided to hug him, you were just so happy... He was surprised at first but then he welcomed you in his arms, returning the hug with a smile ♡.

Lo'ak ♥

Bro would forget about it until one of his friends or his siblings talk about it 💀

Would absolutely speed run to the nearest supermarket to buy you some chocolate bars and some snacks/drinks you like tho <3

(Accidentally tripped at some point 😭)

Writes you the most cheesiest ass mf Valentine's Day note known to man (would include some cheesy pick up line too omfg)

Comes to you all scuffed and sweaty from all that running. He's outta breath while handing you the things he bought. (He's so silly)

Is being bold and cool about it but he's actually screaming inside.

At first, you were kind of confused. Like?? Why are you out of breath lol??? You asked him but he dodged the question and averted your attention to the gift.

You then accepted the gift while laughing a little because of how ridiculous he looked. He may have almost forgotten that it was Valentine's today, but either way he still made it and you're happy ♡ it's a win for him.

Ao'nung ♥

He would remember about it but pretends to be all clueless and shit about it to you. (MENACE...)

If you ask him about it, he'll tease you for wanting gifts from him.

Actually led you to believing that he didn't prepare a gift for you because he kept dodging the question.

Actually prepared you a big-ass giftbox for you full of your favorite snacks & drinks and some chocolates. (Tsireya told on him lmaoo) (SIMP ALERT 🚨)

(When Tsireya told the big news to you, you couldn't help but smile ♡ just still a tad bit annoyed that he pretended not to remember. /he's so silly)

Roxto & Tsireya keeps teasing it about him the whole time lolol

Ends up giving it to you at the end of the day. Tries to act all cool about it but we all can see you blushing, Ao'nung. ♡

Roxto ♥

Remembers about it and definitely planned on buying you chocolate on secret.

There were so much selections he actually got confused on which one to get but didn't want to spoil the surprise by asking.

Calls Ao'nung for help (spoilers: it did not help) , ended up buying based on what he thinks you would like... He went through many many stages of overthinking. (Stayed long enough for the store employee to approach him and offers to help 😭😭)

"Hey this one looks good.. But what if [name] likes the other one better???" "For Eywa's sake Roxto just pick one!"

Halfway through he overthinks and is hella worried you might not like the stuff he bought. (Tsireya & Ao'nung convinced him that it's the thought that counts!!!).

Just like Ao'nung, he'll try to be cool and sincere when giving it to you, but bro's avoiding eye contact and messes up his words.

(You can see Tsireya & Ao'nung cheering for him in the bushes with their poorly made disguises... )

But at the end of the day, you accepted his gift and gave him a kiss on the cheek for the effort ♡♡

[actiaslunaris]

Regina ‘live-watches’ Last Man: Zenmou no Sousakan S01E04.

This time, a man collapses -- apparent victim of a bee sting -- but examining the sting reveals something more sinister.

The preview for this one looked exciting and so far it's delivering.

I'm a simp for Fukuyama Masaharu so seeing his hair flopping on his forehead so attractively while he's running really does things for my good humor.

As is the way with a lot of J-dramas, we get more humor at the beginning, before dramatic events kick in. It's fun seeing Godo being teased by Izumi. It's less fun understanding that it's tit-for-tat on romantic relationships. Izumi has a thing for Agatsuma and he's been jealous about her since the first episode, which revealed that there was some pre-existing admiration on her part for Minami.

So Izumi being called on that by his uncle Shintaro and then giving as good as he got by asking when Godo will get married demonstrates the familial relatioship in an efficient way, but it also, in my opinion, points out that Godo doesn't seem interested in pursuing relationships at this particular point in time.

It's all very heteronormative! And a bit frustrating. I mean, if this show wanted to go the yaoi way, it's laying ground very well, but if not, I find the 'so why haven't you gotten married, why aren't you in a relationship, etc.' just a bit annoying.

The concept for the crime committed here is truly clever, as is the method of delivering poison. I'm impressed.

I love that this one is focusing on Agatsuma.  Of course, personal experience will tend to bias.

That's tv justice for you. That dude deserved being lied to by the police.

I noticed that! (The perpetrator printed off a piece of important information rather quickly.) Ah, finally, a clue based on something normal that can be overlooked, but is suspiciously off by a small amount.

Oh no, Agatsuma has been been poisoned. (She recovers, yay!)

This is the first time I've ever seen a police baton used in action on a police procedural from Japan, to the best of my recollection. Cool.

Vigilante action is bad when it turns you into a murderer could be the takeaway from this episode, but what I am enjoying about this show is that it does present its concepts in a way that allows the viewer to make their own judgments and also examine what their own principles might be in response to them.

Ah, my heart. A profile on Minami's work in the FBI inspired Agatsuma to send him a letter, and he remembered her.

This wins over Izumi, who had been told that by his father that he needed to monitor his uncle's relationship with Minami. Hilarious and wonderful. I gather that one of the goals of the show is having each of the team in opposition to Minami's involvement earn respect of him.

This is my favorite episode so far. Excellent in addressing a problem that exists in Japan's law, excellent for the character interactions, and excellent in delivering a message that provokes thought.

(This episode has its flaws, of course, one of which was leaning a bit hard on Minami's development of other senses to help solve the case. Sometimes it's fair, other times it tips into not being believable, but I'm a firm believer in handwaving away quibbles like that. They're doing a good job over all, I think.)

[seryueeeee]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒 :; PT. 1

A/N::♡ — HEY HEY Y'ALL FNSNDJS,, been vv busy and I couldn't post pretty much a lot bcs of school :""// also my back hurts bcs of schoolworks and so is my right hand :((( BUT ANYWHOO HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THIS!!!

Part 1! Hinata, Kageyama, Oikawa, Iwaizumi

@seryueeeee © Do not repost or modify/plagiarize

𝐏𝐓 1 — 𝐏𝐓 2 — 𝐏𝐓 3

Master list

HINATA;

pls hug this dude, I really feel bad bcs of how many unfortunate bathroom incidents happened to him<\\3

literal angel

vv flustered when he sees you

my g over here got so flustered that he accidentally made a new shade of red NFJSJFJSJF but in all honesty he just likes u vv much :‹

mans flabbergasted whenever he sees you, standing right there like🧍

lovestruck

"I LIKE YOU Y/N FNSJFJEJGIS" "Oh. that's cute, I like you too!" Hinata.exe stopped working

fidgety, and very shy

the type of boyfriend who will buy you different flowers every once in a week but doesn't know the meaning of the flowers he gives you; he just thinks it very pretty and it makes him think of you(Bcs ur pretty<33)

"Oh! this is alstroemeria! it symbolize friendship" "wAIT WHA-" the more you learn Hinata bb<33

KAGEYAMA;

I headcannon this dude as a soft boy bcs he looks like one(?)

will deny the fact that he simps for you

highkey lowkey simps you

will definitely kill someone for you....jk....unless

randomly gives you gifts and claims it as "It's nothing, I just thought of giving this to you" when literally he planned it last night to give it to you

if you're looking away or probably somewhere, he'll stare at you intently, will immediately pretend like he wasn't when you side eye him

you think it's cute how he pretends like he wasn't just staring at you, with a tinted rose blush on his face.

one time he accidentally blurted out his feelings for you. ACCIDENTALLY

"OKAY MAYBE I LIKE YOU—" "Aww that's very sweet of you Tobio, I like you too!" help he thinks you're way too precious

gives you chocolates and probably a milk carton twice or maybe once in a week.

secretly likes your hugs and attention<33

OIKAWA;

The confident and playful type simp

will literally let the others know that he simps for you, mans doesn't give a fuck if everyone gets annoyed about his cute crush on you

randomly takes bunch of photos of you, sometimes it's a blurry(yet very beautiful)picture of you, some are pictures that you took from his phone.

keeps all the photos with him because he thinks you're just god darn beautiful and handsome at the same time

tries to impress but fails

but you find him very entertaining

literally ascended when you accepted his confession and is now courting you for 7 months.

"Okay, I accept your confession, Tooru, looking forward to our dates!" then you walked away leaving him speechless, but he's mentally panicking because you just accepted his confession. "IWA CHAN I HAVEVSOME GREAT NEWS TO TELL YOUFNWJFSIF—"

gives you cute love letters and also some flowers, sometimes gives you a chocolate in your dates or maybe randomly

he craves your touch and attention, onto pda's a lot and doesn't care if everyone thinks it's cringe. he will hug you from behind, maybe give you some kisses on your checks a light pecks on your lips.

IWAIZUMI;

the normal type of simp

soul went to heaven whenever you stand beside/infront of him

shy but will shower you with compliments

"Hey uhhh Y/n, you look beautiful/handsome"

literally took him 1 hour to convince himself to compliment you

my man ascended when you gave him a smile and complimented him as well

confession time

confessing was very hard for him tbh

he had to think it through and ready himself for rejection

bb over here thinks you're way too god to be his, IWA CMERE I WILL SMWCK SOME SENSES TO YOU

almost fainted when you accepted his confession lmao someone call the ambulance 🕴️🛴💨💨

the type of boyfriend who will compliment you, will wait for you if you have some club activities and he happens to have a rest off for volleyball practice

headcannon him as someone who will give you meat buns and will offer to carry your bag(Vv fuckin cute I'm gonna go kqhoot)

[magiccueball]

hii its your favourite naib simp again /j

can i request sfw and nsfw orphy headcanons? im starved of orphy content rn

Orpheus/Novelist x Male! Reader Headcanons

[SFW & NSFW- MINORS DNI]

Note: Don’t worry! I saw your follow up request for it to be a male reader. I got you! This is my first time writing Orpheus as well so this is all a bit scary but I hope you enjoy!

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SFW Headcanons:

-Orpheus himself is a fairly charming but mysterious man. He looks like he’s always mulling something over in his mind so there may be some hesitation from both sides to approach one another.

-But he’d be the one most likely to initiate conversation, usually posing a question so you both can have a beautiful discussion of the mind.

-He’s always interested in picking the brain of his fellow man but the more he does, the more he realizes that you’re beyond just being a wonderful conversationalist.

-Love never did cross his mind to begin with and certainly not with a man such as yourself but he can’t deny the feelings for too long.

-He eventually confesses via a letter lovingly tucked away in a book that you both treasure reading over and over again.

-He tells you how he’s loved spending each and every second with you. Even just sitting in the same room as him sends his heart soaring.

-He wasn’t sure how you felt so he wrote his note to give you a chance to run away if you wanted to. I mean, another man confessing his feelings for you in such a way? You probably thought him a fool. But still, he felt more confident behind his words and he couldn’t bear to be potentially rejected face to face so he felt this was the only way.

-But the next time you saw him, you returned the feelings. The news brought a smile to his face as he brought you in for a gentle embrace.

-But on the inside, he was hiding a flood of happy tears. He never truly realized how lonely and isolated he was until he met you. And now that you were his? He didn’t have to feel that way anymore.

-From then on, your days were shared by the crackling fireplace, curled up together with both of your noses buried in books of all topics within the quiet of your now shared room.

-He calls you his “dove.” You’re so calm and enchanting on your own but when you speak, he can’t help but be drawn in to what you have to say. He drank your metaphorical coos like an addictive wine.

-He has an oddly adorable need to give you forehead kisses when you two are alone. He’s a bit shy about showing public displays of affection but has no qualms of exchanging kisses and I love yous behind closed doors.

-He’ll find the confidence to publicly be sweet with you eventually. Just give him time.

-At night, he loves holding you close. He now realizes he has something to treasure and never wants to lose you so he loves to have you in his arms, embracing you as he had done when you first accepted his confession.

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NSFW Headcanons:

-He prefers to top but if convinced enough, he’d let you have control every once in a while.

-But either way, he’s a very caring person to make love with. He’s vanilla in all the right ways.

-He takes time to deeply analyze all of your most sensitive places to make you feel absolutely euphoric.

-He doesn’t go fast or rough right away either. In fact, he’s very slow, methodical and precise about every movement he makes inside of you. It’s absolutely agonizing but it’s worth it once he speeds up and brings you closer and closer to the edge.

-He likes to have you on your back instead of bent over or turned away from him. He doesn’t want you to hide your face or to look away from him. You’re as handsome as a sculpture if not more so he wants to see your every reaction.

-He loves leaning down close to your face and lacing his fingers with yours. He tells you over and over how lucky he is to find a man like you before giving you the deepest and most romantic of kisses while filling you with his warmth.

-Once you both are absolutely spent from your lewd activities, he’ll be close by to make sure you’re taken care of. He’s usually up late at night anyhow so know you will be safe no matter what.

-To him, staying up is all worth it in the end when he can eventually see the face of the man he loves absolutely glowing in the morning light over and over again.

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

hi, babe! yeah, i think we're all simping so hard for him slakslakslskks because i am such a sucker for wakasa!!!!!! and thanks to your request, my imagination ran wild :D hope u enjoy this one!

also, y'all can request sum boyfriend headcanons of your chosen character,, but make sure to read the rules first.... you can choose other characters from a different fandom :p

𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

It's been so long since I've established that Wakasa would call you his "queen" and "princess". Because he likes giving you pet names. It differs from his mood. But, if he ever calls you by your first name, it's either he's pissed off, mad at you, or he was jealous of someone.

And, speaking of jealousy...

He doesn't clearly show it, but he's POSSESSIVE as heck!!! Every time you two go out, he always has one of his hands holding onto your waist. It's his way to establish that he is your boyfriend and no one else could have you but him.

When you do point out that he's jealous, oH MAN... TSUNDERE MODE FOR THIS MYSTERIOUS MAN.

"What are you talking about, gorgeous? I don't even remember that guy you're telling me that I was jealous of." However, he'll remember that guy's name and face until the end of the world.

If we talk about the start of it all, for him, you were the sunshine he needed to protect at all cost.

Being one of the most prominent delinquents in Japan, his enemies saw you as an opportunity to get to him. But, he'll be sure to beat kill anyone who gets in your way.

He fell in love with you so deeply that he thinks there's no turning back. Although, if we're talking about HOW he fell in love with you. To be honest, he doesn't know. All he knows is that it happened and it's the most beautiful thing to ever happen to him.

He isn't the type of guy that your father used to warn you about. He's the type of guy that your father would admire. Read this headcanon and look for Wakasa's part. Your father absolutely fell in love with him, maybe even more than you did.

Speaking of your parents, they trust Wakasa so much. They always want your boyfriend to be at family dinners or family vacations. Because they noticed how wider your smile got, how genuinely you laugh every time Wakasa is around. And, there's a saying that parents will immediately know if that person is the right one for you or if your friends are true friends. They already had a gut feeling that Wakasa is the only man capable of loving you and being patient with you. The only man that they would let their daughter be with forever.

++Wakasa respects your parents so much. And, in turn, your parents make it seem like Wakasa is their child and not you.

Dates? He either goes all out or just a casual stay-in while watching the movies, there's no in-between. As long as he could spend time with you, he will count it as a date.

This guy, I swear, keeps all of your letters and gifts. He hides it in a box and is very careful with it. He sometimes read your letters when he's feeling a little down. It never failed to cheer him up.

I see him more as a quality time guy. So, expect that almost every day, he's at your front door, waiting for you.

But, that doesn't mean he's not a sucker for your hugs and kisses. He will literally melt on the spot if you gave him a deep kiss on the cheek.

Speaking of kiss... Your first kiss with him was SPECTACULAR. He planned it really well, that you were so overwhelmed when it happened. It actually happened when he asked you to be his girlfriend. (Because this man ain't settling if he hasn't asked you yet, he respects your decisions, and he doesn't want to assume that you are already his girlfriend without even your knowledge or permission)

When you gave him that "yes" it was so sudden since you were the first one who initiated the kiss. You just pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him passionately. It was your FIRST OF THE FIRST KISS, yet it felt like his lips were the only ones you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life.

"I just- I love you, Y/N. You are my queen, and my duty is to love you, okay?"

He also always brings you along when he and his friends are having a trip. So, he'll have you on the passenger seat of his motorcycle. You always loved road trips with him since it meant that you can carelessly hug him and intake your favorite scent in the world: him.

His earrings? You have the other pair of them. Because secretly for him, it is endearing to see you wear any of his accessories or clothes. It feels domestic in a way for him.

All of his promises would never be broken. He will fulfill as long as he can. His actions speak louder than his words. Through the small touches using his fingers, through how he looks at you like you're the only one existing, and how he knows everything about you without even telling him about it.

You know that you'll marry him one day, and Wakasa's determined to.

And, Y/N, please expect the grandest proposal of all time...

You are his queen, right? And, he will make you feel like it. Not just on the day he proposes, or on the day you two will get married, but every single day that you are his.

a/n: i know, i went overboard with this HAHJASHAHH kneewaze, i luv wakasa so much sklaskalsk

[lo-frequency]

Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[alycosworld]

HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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purple-people

blue-subject

pink-genre

green-type of fan fic

orange-extra notes!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3

[batlingsstuff]

|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||

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hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:

sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)

also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^

i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)

also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling

✦ means platonic

✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt

♥ means romantic

♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh

keywords:

(y/n) : your name

(n/n) : nickname

(p/p) : pizza place

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“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

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SLEEPOVERS

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GENDER NEUTRAL

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♥ Quackity

oh boy

i just have two words for this one: pure chaos

he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep

and you will be MAD at this

grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght

he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him

after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep

♥ Wilbur

you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door

and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police

then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes

he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice

summary: fluff

♥ Nihachu

you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour

she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you

all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping

once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)

you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing

♥ Dream

bruh

this bitch will speedrun the sleepover

is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe

you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3

after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent

there are 2 options:

you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer

or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer

you named the gatherer 'bob' :)

♥ George

he'll take you to the rooftop

and pushes you so you fall to your death

i mean

he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together

he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them

"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"

he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing

you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop

but eventually fail

when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest

♥ Sapnap

hey mamas

i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)

you will watch anime together

not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap

no fuck that

you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters

"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"

'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'

the last chapter made you fucking cry harder

AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED

yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it

I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY

♥ Eret

KINGG <3

you two will plan a picnic in your yard

yes your yard

he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks

you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks

then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango

and of course you will mess everything up

and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper

but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face

after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly

i love eret ok

♥ Karl Jacobs

this man.

this man is the definition of sweet

you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother

he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed

then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you

and you'll do the same for him

after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother

he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth

and that he loves you so so much

♥ Fundy

i'm a huge fundy simp ok

he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together

he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him

fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs

you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together

he said no :(

but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up

and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly

and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest

he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!

♥ BadBoyHalo

bbh supremacy

he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)

you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general

he will call you tons of cute pet names

ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about

he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together

he will guide you on how to bake 'em though

you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)

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✦ Ranboo

tall mf gives the best piggy back rides

when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame

and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that

"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("

you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4

you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better

"yeah, thank you (n/n)"

he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft

because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft

stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist

✦ Tubbo

SWEET BE BOYY <3

he will gift you a bee plushie

expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him

like fundy, you guys will play piano together

you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends

and you accidentally called some random pizza place

"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"

you were nervous and didn't know what to say

UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA

"hello? are you there?"

'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'

"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"

'yes ma'am, thank you.'

when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-

✦ Tommy

like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.

you guys will obviously stream your sleepover

doing a q&a stream :)

tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'

you guys laughed and added them to the call

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted

'i'm sorry willlll'

you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later

after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor

"tired?"

'yeah'

"okay, good night big (initial)"

✦ Philza

POG

YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD

AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))

and oh god you ADORE kristin

i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart

it would be like having a sleepover with your parents

only that it's less boring

you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling

you'll eventually bug them about it

after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too

and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)

✦ Technoblade

mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.

yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft

he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp

"bro you kinda suck tbh"

'stfu techno'

he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways

and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you

and when he praises you you're all :)))

after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime

fucking weeb

i mean

uh

other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon

if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J

i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes

✦ Jschlatt

ooooh boy

get ready for a session of wii training

that's all you guys will do

play wii sports and some other shit like wii music

he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit

but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!

seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?

well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him

bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)

sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice

and you appreciate him so much for that

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)

i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig

also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!

[mizunetzu]

YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

———

Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

———

Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

———

The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

——

Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

——————

Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

——————

[huntingingoodwill]

IM BACK

☕️🛏 with shelby reader x eddie pls <3 am i an eddie simp absolutely yes. ITS EDDIE LIKE WHAT?!!

what's up raz mon frère thank u for the request! here's your little eddie ditty i hope it is more than sufficient.

send in build a blurb asks :)

masterlist | built blurbs (tommy/jon crane one shots)

a/n : for those who dk eddie's an oc i made for my series accessory to matrimony :))) man's in this but it takes place outside the accessory to matrimony "universe"/narrative! eddie's sis isn't married to tom here. for the story's sake i've given the sibs full names. didn't go into their backstories here (maybe a hc post for them one day but i don't think ppl would,, care HAHA alws kicked arnd the possibility ed's adopted and i have a whole backstory w/ hcs for that but you can disregard that concept if you'd like just my brain thinking thoughts i'll be quiet shhhh) anyway! i hope you enjoy <3

“I’m here for Edward Yang!” You shouted. The lounge’s patrons glanced at you, your clothes clinging to your frame, drenched hair falling into your eyes. It was raining sheets outside and you were unlucky enough to be caught in it. The guests immediately turned back around, chattering as they ignored you. You frowned. Being a Shelby, anyone in Birmingham would’ve fallen at your feet by now. But you weren’t in Birmingham anymore. You were in London, by instruction of Tommy, delivering an important letter to an important man. Trust your brother to send you out in miserable weather, embarrassing yourself in the turf of said important man, standing in his family’s hotel, soaked and raving, nobody paying you any attention. You felt a bloom of annoyance and determination in your chest. You’d deliver this damn letter. You stepped onto a table, aiming your pistol at the ceiling. “I said, I’m here-”

“So dramatic. Like your brothers.” A woman purred. The room fell silent, achieving what you couldn’t, even as you screamed and waved your gun around. She hung off her chair, a vicious, playful gleam in her eyes as she looked over you, a smile dancing on her lips. Tommy told you she might be there. You remembered him sighing, irritated as he recalled Eddie and his sister. They took care of their family’s business in England. Always a step ahead of the Shelbys, standing in the way of your family’s interests. The two had met your brothers in a few tense business meetings. “Quite the pair.” Tommy had grumbled. They were powerful, and managed to get under Tommy’s skin, but you wouldn’t let them do the same to you.

She sat beside a man whose back faced you, only his coiffed hair and broad shoulders beneath his tailored suit visible to you. Eddie’s calm voice cut through the quiet. “You pull that trigger and your family foots the bill to repair the hole in the ceiling. I don’t think your brothers would appreciate that. They’ve got quite the temper. Hopefully you haven’t inherited it, Miss Shelby.” You huffed. This was the important man Tommy spoke of? He didn’t even turn to look at you, the pompous bastard.

You leapt off the table, striding toward them. “Tommy Shelby says hello.” You tossed the envelope on his table. He finally deigned to look at you, a bit amusedly.

“Tommy Shelby should save his breath on greetings and buy you an umbrella.” His sister quipped, earning a snort from Eddie.

“I can buy my own umbrella. Your brother could buy me a drink.” You retorted. That seemed to entertain them, smiling at each other as Eddie called for a waiter.

“A towel and some dry clothes for Miss Shelby, please.” He nodded at you. “Have a seat with Ronnie and I. Your brothers and I aren’t exactly pals, but I’m not cruel. Can’t have a lady die of hypothermia on the premises, even if it’s a Shelby.” He and Ronnie chuckled and you exhaled sharply, exasperated. He turned back to the waiter. “Bottle of whiskey for the table and cigarettes, thank you. If her brother’s any indication, she’ll have quite the propensity for tobacco. And I’m sorry, but the absence of the guests from the lounge, please.” He announced, prompting everyone to scurry out the room. You stood, impressed but hesitant. You had just wanted to get this over and done with, leave their territory as soon as possible. But knowing the letter’s contents, you knew you’d have to play nice. You sat, reluctant.

“You aren’t wearing that silly hat. I thought that was Shelby uniform.” Ronnie smiled, before gasping dramatically. “Poor thing. Did they disown you?”

You fixed a smile on your face. Play along, (Y/N). “If I were your brother I’d disown you for less.”

She cackled at your response, Edward smirking as he scanned the letter.

“Trust me, I’ve tried.” He remarked.

“Mister Yang, this is all very… pleasant, but I’m here for a reason. We both understand how important this matter is.” You said with feigned geniality. You had snuck a peek of the letter on the way over. An offer of a truce, a merger. They had tried once before, marriage being arranged between Tommy and Ronnie as collateral. But it was broken off, Tommy stubbornly refusing to meet the demands of the Yangs. Together they’d be stronger, but truthfully, the Shelbys needed them. Finally, Tommy gave in. They’d fulfill the requests of the Yangs in return for shared power and protection between the two families. You thought Tommy had gone insane. Who was to say they wouldn’t take advantage, stamp the Shelbys out? But it was what Tommy wanted, so you’d put on a show of diplomacy for them.

Ronnie peeked over Eddie’s shoulder, and you tried to figure out their expressions as they read, waiting in anticipation.

“Handwritten. Romantic.” Eddie mumbled. “Maybe you should’ve married him after all.”

“I’m not into short guys.” She grinned, eliciting a quiet chuckle from you, as much as you tried to resist it. “Autographed, too.” She ran her finger over Tommy’s signature. “We should frame it, hang it in the lobby.” They smiled at each other as you tapped your foot impatiently.

Finally, Eddie looked up at you, his placid expression frustrating you. “Do you like champagne, Miss Shelby?”

“Only when served with good news, Mister Yang.” You prodded.

“Call me Eddie. Our families are… partners, now.” His voice faltered a little. He seemed unenthusiastic about the merger too, but you knew, despite your suspicions, he could be of a lot of help to you. And the Shelbys could be a lot of help to him. Two of the most powerful families in England. A smile spread across your face, one you were unable to combat.

“Call me (Y/N). Dom Perignon?”

-

You watched Eddie as he hugged his sister through her car window. She’d soon return to their family home. Fine by you, one less Yang to deal with. Your initial excitement about their acceptance of the proposed merger was soon paired with underlying hesitancy. You were allies with the Yangs now, and had to act like it, but you couldn’t help but drag your feet a little. What if Tommy was wrong? You bit your lip as you watched them talk, paranoid it’d be about you.

“Bye, partner!” Ronnie laughed as her car pulled away.

“Walk with me, (Y/N).” Eddie spoke, marching into the hotel. You paused, hating to follow his orders already. You groaned inwardly, trailing after him. “I ought to… take care of my partners.” He bit out, a slight reluctance lacing his words. You figured his annoyance with your brothers meant he hoped he never had to deal with a Shelby again. But here you were. Despite a bit of unwillingness, he seemed to be taking it in stride, though. “Usually, I’d set you up in a suite of your own. However, since the Shelbys always have perfect timing-” He grinned at you, and you shot him a withering look. “The hotel’s fully booked tonight. My sister’s suite is being prepared to be taken up by a guest, and besides, you wouldn’t have wanted to stay there without the staff touching it first, she’s the messy type so it would've been a fucking sty.” He flung open a door. “You can sleep in my suite tonight.”

You marveled at the spacious room, every inch of it finely decorated. You felt his eyes on you and you cleared your throat, hiding your amazement. “It’s a fucking sty.” You smiled, his laughter ringing out across the room.

-

You swung the door open to reveal Eddie. “Here to keep an eye on me?” You smirked. You’d just gotten out of the bath, having finished changing into dry, clean clothes. Eddie had taken his leave as you got ready, but he was back again, beaming at you as you let him past the doorway. You couldn't really blame him, it was his room after all. “We’re partners now. You can trust me.”

“Can I?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled up a chair.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your pistol. You caught Eddie tensing up and you chuckled, unloading the bullets and handing the empty gun to him. “If you aren't going to trust me, you can stand guard. In case I get up to anything suspicious.”

He aimed the gun at you, squinting as if nailing down his target. He crossed his legs casually, the juxtaposition of his stance with the gun making you laugh. “And you trust me that much?” His mouth twisted into a smile. “I could get bullets. Or, in times of desperation, I’ve got a great throwing arm.” He joked, shaking out his hand as if warming up, pretending to prepare to hurl the gun at you.

You climbed into bed, staring at him past the barrel of the gun. “I guess we both don’t know whether to trust each other. But Tommy trusts you. I think that's worth something. We’re allies now, Eddie. We’ll take care of each other. So I don’t think you will get the bullets. And if you do decide to toss that at me in my sleep, I’ll throw these right back at you with a force so incredible I won’t need that gun.” You smiled, shaking your fistful of bullets.

“Shelby strength never ceases to amaze.” He grinned. “Maybe I will have some faith in you. Anyway, I can’t stay here all night. I’ve got a lobby to sleep in. Those rugs seem quite plush. I used to roll Ronnie up in them, leave her on the floor for hours.”

“You’re crueler than I thought.” You laughed.

“She deserved it.”

You looked at the shadows of his face in the soft light of the room. He wasn’t that awful after all. His lips pulled into a gentle smile. You hesitated. Were you really going to do this? Literally, sleep with the enemy? Well, not the enemy anymore. An ally. You sighed. “You could sleep here. We’ll share. It’s what we do now, isn’t it? Share. Business opportunities, influence, beds. Same thing."

“And let you throw those bullets at me at close range?” He cocked an eyebrow, clicking his tongue disapprovingly as he spun the pistol round, pushing it into his waistband with a dramatic flair. You groaned, trying to conceal your laughter. He paused as he looked at the bed, finally giving in and lying down next to you as you both stared at the ceiling, slipping into a comfortable silence.

You placed the gun back into his hand, pulling his arm up to aim it at your side. “Just in case I get up to no good, partner.”

[starfirette]

maybe for a part two for mother!reader x armin is when armin is like 15 and she visits the scouts to see him and she ends up embarrassing him??

 New Life: a direct sequel to New Start | part three is out!!

| Armin Alert x Mother! Reader | some Levi x Reader hints because I’m a SIMP for the man | masterlist | more snk x reader | no word count only insomina and the procrastination of changing my major |

The big, round eyes you once swore would be green turned out to be blue. 

And they were so eager to leave you and be a man. 

It was the hardest choice you’d ever made, allowing your son to leave the village and join the cadet corps. It was what he seemed to want, so so desperately. You couldn’t tell if he wanted it as much as he wanted to follow Eren Jaeger and the Mikasa girl. Both were pleasant enough children. They stood up for your Armin more than enough times to be allowed in your household. You didn’t mind if they both showed up unannounced to take Armin on an adventure or even to eat dinner and spend the night. 

Carla was a sweet enough woman who seemed to have the same concerns for Eren that you had for Armin. She wanted them to be friends and be normal children that didn’t have to worry about death and disease. It was a common scene for Carla to walk Eren and the young girl to your house with a freshly baked cherry and butter pie, made from the fresh picked cherries in the shared village orchard. 

Hosting the two children was never an issue. You liked having the house filled. The boys even seemed to get Mikasa on her feet, running around and doing some sort of adventure. 

Armin’s wide, blue eyes always taunted you, taunting the color green you’d imagined they’d be. 

Armin had grown up to be a better young man than you could have ever hoped for. He was a sweet young boy who enjoyed his studies and never forgot his mother’s birthday. He never argued, never disobeyed, (though you like to think he naturally agreed with your set of rules). 

It was one evening that he’d burst into a fit of yelling and crying when he broke the blue, crystal vase that had been your obvious favorite piece of decorum in the house. He was a smart child. He noticed how you doted on your vase. It was always filled with fresh flowers, always dusted and cleaned, and never moved from the spot on the credenza in the center of the living space. 

You felt a strange sadness as you swept the pieces of thin glass up. You did your best not to let it show. Seeing Armin blubber and apologize profusely with bleeding palms from where he’d tried to mend the vase back together was a sore sight. You weren’t angry. You assured your son as much, holding him and assuring him it was only a ‘thing.’ 

But you cried that night in your small cot, when you were sure that he’d fallen fast asleep in his own room. 

Tears were never a stranger to your household. 

You were familiar with them, as you had been all your life. 

You’d burst into hysterical tears when, one day, the dishes shook off the counter, clattering and crashing to the floor like an earthquake. You knew like you knew the sky was blue that there were titans. Invasion was on your mind since you’d left the Interior, but you never suspected it would be this way. 

You raced to the city square to find Armin. Your boy was with Eren and Mikasa somewhere. But he was small, and tender, and he could be hurt. Your heart fell at the sight of any blond head in the nearest proximity of danger. When you found your boy, you scooped him into your arms, and you ran like you’d never run before. 

It was only at the safety point when you’d set Armin down and spoke. You examined him for wounds, asking if he was alright in a straight voice while tears streamed down your face. 

It was the beginning of a cruel five years. Eren Jaeger and Mikasa had become your newest children. You cared for them as best as you could. Your discreet funds of money that was stored in banks all across the walled lands did a good job of keeping you all safe and protected. You lived with Armin and the kids for seven months at the new house. It was considerably smaller, but everyone had their own bed, and they never had to worry about food being on the table. 

Eventually, the time came for the children to make their choice. You’d sensed it coming from a mile away. How could you not? They were not slick. Eren spoke loudly in the nights about his plan for vengeance and justifying poor Carla’s death. And where Eren would go, Mikasa would. Then Armin would be following close behind, only stuttering when he had the least bit of hesitation. 

It was easily, without a doubt, the hardest choice you’d made in your entire life to give Armin your blessing. Even after all he’d been through...he still wanted his mother’s approval. 

The time came to leave the children. Their enlistment was eagerly accepted. It wasn’t assuring how quickly they’d been enrolled and cataloged. You knew that the regiments were looking to fill the mass gaps of dead soldiers. 

The days of an empty house passed to months. Those winded into years. 

You made the three beds every week, re~fluffing the pillows and shaking off the dust. If any of them ever wanted to come back home, you’d have to make sure they had a clean, comfy bed. 

It was the motherly part of you that wished for any of them to knock on that door. Where one went, the other two followed, like the stars followed the moon.

Some days you thought of Armin. Armin, the departed husband that is. What a jovial man. You missed him often. He would have approved of the life you’d built. He would have liked Armin, the younger. He might have had better furniture choices. 

Letters weren’t enough to keep you from losing your mind. The years just kept adding on, leaving you to wonder what the future held. But one particular letter caught your attention, signed and sealed with the Scout regiment’s signet. Commander Erwin called for an immediate family reunion at one of the safe castles. It would happen while it still could. 

Oh, what a relief, you’d thought. You practically threw your clothes in a traveler’s case and took all the paths you could to the castle. 

It was clearly a rare occasion. Several wagons and carriages were offering rides to the castle, and every passenger was a parent, aunt, or uncle, with the occasional younger siblings of the other cadets. You hadn’t considered it before, but you’d realized that you weren’t just going to see your son. You were filling the roll as a parent for two others. 

Every passenger had a story to tell about their children. You all bonded on the journey with the shared thought, is their child friends with mine? Did they cry together? Train together? 

One mother expressed how badly she’d hoped it would be an annual event. Soldiers hardly got leaves of absence. Who knows when you could see your child again? 

The last of the wagons rolled up to the castles grandiose pathway. It was quite overgrown with shrubbery, but the look it gave was stupendous. You’d wondered if such a look could be mimicked by growing your own plants at home. 

The thoughts vanished as the soldiers were brought out to the courtyard, lining up to find their family.  You stood patiently. You waited for the familiar trio to appear. They wouldn’t be the exact same. You caught yourself watching for small children. Everyone here were soldiers, the real kind, albeit most being cadets. You anxiously watched. You tried not to think, “What if they’re dead?” 

You’d gotten a letter from all three at least a month ago. And there was no issue of death from the corps. Still, the thought lingered. 

You swayed in the breeze, smoothing your dress as you tried to remain patient. 

“Mother?” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach when you heard the familiar voice call out to you. You looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice from the crowd. You were hardly able to take a good look when you were rushed by two muscular figures. They both pounced on you, pulling you into a giant hug and delightfully exclaiming something you didn’t understand from your heart beating loudly in your ears. 

“Oh, Mother,” Armin said into your head, kissing the top of your hair. He was tall. 

He held onto you longer than Eren did, who had pulled back and looked down at you with a gleeful smile. 

“You’re both so...tall,” you exclaimed as you pulled away to look at them both. Armin was tall and slender, but his shoulders were broad. His blond hair was clean cut to his chin as it had always been. He was always a neat person. You imagine he would be keeping up with his routine hair trims as usual. 

Eren stood even taller than Armin, if that’s possible. His unruly brown hair was wavy and too long, as if he didn’t care to cut it when it grew to the tops of his ears. His shoulders were twice as broad as Armin’s, and you could see even under the uniform he’d grown quite muscular. It figures. With him being a titan, and all, it makes enough sense that he’s muscular. 

It’s the first time you’d seen Eren in person since learning via letter he was one of the first of what Armin dubbed a ‘shifter.’ You tried not to let the thought show on your face. Besides, no one here seems to be giving him a hard time. 

You couldn’t help but feel the tears form along your eyelashes like dew drops on a spider’s web. You had once held that little blond boy close to your chest, telling him how he had made you the happiest you’d ever been. 

You meant it, and you mean it now. You couldn’t help but sniffle at the thought of your little boy all grown up. 

Eren laughed while Armin smiled bashfully. “Oh, mother, there’s no need to cry,” he said, bringing you close for another hug. 

You wiped your eyes with your thumbs, trying not to embarrass Armin further. “Well, young man, where is that sister of yours?” you asked Eren. 

Eren’s gleeful smile faltered just slightly. “She’s not feeling well. She decided to use the day off and catch up on some rest. But she’ll join us for dinner.” 

You couldn’t imagine the pain she’d be feeling right about now. It’s no surprise that she’d not felt up to the task of greeting a mother that wasn’t even her own. 

Even in Eren’s eyes-who was doing his best to be strong-had a distant sort of grief that lingered in his eyes, especially at the sight of you adjusting Armin’s clothes. 

“Mother, I’ll show you to your room,” Armin said, linking his arm in yours. You fondly accepted Eren’s offer to link your other arm in his own. You asked the boys thousands of questions, intently enjoying their answers. 

The castle towered tall above you, the rooftops that arched up being blushed with the shadows of the bushy tree tops. You were only one of the many mothers being escorted gently through the vast castle built with limestone that was polished down to perfect edges. Parents and siblings were being taken on grandiose tours, all while being hugged and pulled by their solider children. 

“This is where the survey corps lives?” you asked. Armin nodded ambitiously, a smile curved wide on his mouth. “We move around sometimes depending on where we’re being deployed, but this is where we usually are.” 

“It’s huge!” you awe. The castle seemed ancient. Every turn had a piece of character that felt ageless and wiser beyond even your own years. Thought vast, the castle was well kept. You couldn’t find a single cobweb, even if you wanted to. 

“Tell me about it,” Eren groaned as he touched his forehead. “It’s a real bitch to clean.” 

You looked at the boy in shock, your mouth open. “Why, Eren, where have you heard such language?” 

Eren looked to Armin for help as he floundered for an answer. He couldn’t quite form one, so his mouth contorted uneasily. “I-Well I mean...I...I’m sorry.” 

You playfully told him you’d allow it this once. 

You felt so happy to see the two boys grown and healthy. Armin’s soft hands had doubled in size. He once had such chubby, little hands that gripped your finger tightly for comfort. Always sticky, even one thumb tucked in his mouth. 

Though his face was the same, he looked so different in every other aspect. But, this thought was comforted by the matter of Armin being the same in personality as he has always been. He still wore the little timid smile of someone bursting to the seams with words he wants to share. He always has something interesting on his mind. His intelligence had even taken you aback when he was a child. He certainly didn’t get that from you. 

You figured it was a trait inherited by his birth mother or his biological grandfather. Truthfully, those are the only relatives of his that you know. After adopting him, you tried to dig up more information about his family. You would have liked for him to have the answers to the questions he’d one day ask. 

“Walk faster,” Eren said in an urgent voice. 

“Oh, God,” Armin said under his breath. “Let’s go back that way.” 

The two young boys-young men- were now trying to steer you in a jarring direction. “What’s wrong?” you asked, starting to pull your arms away from them. 

“Mom, he’ll see us!” Armin urged you in a loud whisper, attempting to push you into walking. 

“It’s too late, he’s coming,” Eren said in a stiff voice. “We can’t-He’s looking right at me. He’s looking right at me!” 

“Who’s looking at who?” you asked desperately trying to understand.

“At ease, cadets,” a smooth voice said. It came from the figure you finally spotted striding towards you, encased in a not so tall, but lean figure. “I presume this is Mrs. Arlert?” 

The words struck you in the chest. Armin’s face became screwed and red as he looked down at his feet. “That’s not her name, captain,” Armin quickly said. “But yes, she is my mother. Y/n L/n.” 

You didn’t let the hurt bleed into your expression. “I am Armin’s mother. It’s wonderful to meet you. What’s your name?” 

“Levi Ackerman, ma’am,” the man said, holding out a hand to shake yours. You realized why the boys had wanted to run away. The famed captain Ackerman was mentioned in plenty of your letters from all three of the children, even Mikasa’s. Though Mikasa mentioned him only when she asked for favors for you, namely ancestry research. She wanted to know if she could be related to the man at all, since she’d never met any other person with the name. While your efforts proved weak, she’d appreciated the attempt. 

Meanwhile, Eren and Armin mostly wrote about the man to complain. He was mean, you’d heard. Stern and, as Eren put it, “A major jerk.” 

The captain Ackerman doesn’t leave me side; ever. I’d say he’s obsessed with me, but I know it’s because he doesn’t trust me. My power is one that has to be heavily monitored. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish that, at least, my supervisor could be someone nicer. Someone taller, at least, so I don’t have to look down all the time. It’s strange to be chewed out by someone two heads shorter. Note, auntie, this is an estimate. 

You shook the captain’s calloused hand. It was a stark difference from the curtseying and bowing from when you were among the society in the interior. The thought of a woman shaking a man’s hand without wearing a glove was ghastly; it was intimate. This part of etiquette was so deeply engrained in your mind that you blushed at the feeling of the captain’s skin against yours. 

It was enough to keep you from thinking about Armin. 

You’d given him the information about his true name just in case he ever wanted, or needed, to use it. You didn’t expect him to ever go by it. It did hurt, though, to think of your boy being Armin Alert, and not Armin L/n. 

“I can easily see where Armin gets his grace,” the captain said in a smooth, deep voice, looking almost proudly to Armin. 

Eren looked shocked at your left side, and even Armin’s mouth fell agape. “Your son is quite the tactician,” the captain continued.

You chuckle. “He certainly is. Armin’s been impressing me with his brain since he was a baby.” 

Armin laughed nervously. “Mother, we don’t need to share that,” he said in a shy voice. You couldn’t help but continue to gush. You rarely bragged about your child, mostly because your neighbors at home had lost their children and it was a sore subject to speak of. 

“Well, captain, I’ve heard so much about you,” you said, offering the man a warm smile. He was awfully handsome with his dark hair that grazed the edges of his jaw. 

“If I had realized I’d meet the beautiful famed mother, I would have dressed for the occasion,” Levi said with a remarkably steady voice. You felt your cheeks rush with warmth while Eren forced a loud, awkward cough. It sounded as though he was hacking up a piece of his lung. “We’d better get aunt Y/n to her room, ey Armin?” 

“Yeah,” Armin said in a short voice. “I mean yes! Yes, yes, we-yes. She’s tired.” 

“She’s exhausted,” Eren added, holding his hands over your shoulders and massaging them for good measure. You raised your eyebrows. 

“She’s also so hungry,” Armin added loudly. “She’s starving.” 

“There’s a buffet going in the mess hall until mid noon,” Levi suggested. “And then tomorrow there will be a large breakfast party.”

You looked at your son with a teasing look of shame. “Why, you boys never mentioned a party. I would have brought my good dress.” 

“As if you’d need a good dress,” Armin teased. “We can go out to town. There’s going to be available transportation all day for your visit. It’s very exciting. I’ve even been dismissed from my chores!”

Eren sent a small glare to the captain. “I wasn’t dismissed from my chores,” he grumbled. 

“Unfortunately, Jager, you’re one of my favorite cadets. I just can’t spend a minute without you,” the captain said humorously. It made you laugh, to Eren’s horror. “I hope to be seeing you again during your stay, Missus L/n.” 

“Oh, it’s just Miss, captain. I am widowed.” 

Armin took a pause in his breath. “...Widowed?” 

You realized then that you slipped, too. “Unmarried, I meant,” you corrected yourself, albeit too late.

You could see that even Levi knew the well intended flirting was over. Clearly you and your son had things to talk about, and soon. The matter of the surname would likely not compare to Armin’s questions, especially considering that you never spoke of your old life, or your family (this very well may be the reason Armin chose to use his other name in the first place). 

“It was a pleasure, Miss,” the captain said before taking a small bow and walking away. You didn’t have time to notice that the bow was not common for people beyond the interior. “I’m going to go meet Connie’s family,” Eren said calmly, though you felt is was more directed to Armin than you. 

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Eren,” you softly bid the boy as he prepared to walk away, leaving his best friend to the awkwardness that would ensue. 

You looked up at your son with half a smile; he looked uncomfortable. Your boy was doing that thing he did when he was too afraid to say or admit something--he rubbed his palms together nervously, as if he were trying to start a fire. “I’m not angry with you,” you told him before you said anything else. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you added. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Armin explained, sounding shaky as he averted his eyes to the floor. “You haven’t told me anything about your family. Your life couldn’t have started only when I was adopted. I just-I just want to know my history.” 

You took a breath. “My days living in the Interior were not something I enjoyed. It was a vastly different lifestyle that I did not enjoy, and likely couldn’t ever enjoy again. Yes. I was married. To a man also called Armin. The marriage was arranged, and he and I held no romantic feelings for one another.”

“Did you have children with him?” Armin asked, his voice quiet. 

“None, my love,” you assured him, wishing you could just stroke his hair and cuddle him tight like you did during his infancy. “I am so sorry that I haven’t...That I have failed to be more forthright with you.”

Armin failed so say anything. He stood motionless. “May you please not flirt with Captain Ackerman again?” he finally said, looking exasperated. 

Your eyes widened. “O-Oh. I’m so so sorry, honey, I just-You-Of course. I swear to not flirt with anyone. Although, I can’t say that I started that. Rather, you should tell the captain not to flirt with your mother again.” 

Armin went beet red in the cheeks. “You can’t just tell the captain what and what not to do, mother,” he said in a low and eerie voice; it was as if someone had made such a mistake before, and Armin had witnessed the consequences first hand. 

“Armin,” you said quietly. 

“I mean it, mother, he once kicked Eren in the face!” Armin went on to exclaim. 

“My dear, I could care less about the captain,” you tell your son firmly. “I admit that I was surprised to hear that you use your biologicals name. And for a split second, it did hurt. But, you are your own person. You have been through things grown men haven’t seen. I am so proud of you. No matter what name you go by, you will always be my dear son. I will always love you with all my heart.”

Armin’s eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth turned into a dimpled smile. “I love you, too, mother,” he said. He brought you close for a hug. He kissed the top of your head as you had always done to him during his youth. 

Some things were bound to never change. 

Armin would always be your intelligent, kind hearted, good tempered son. When he walked, you could only see his toddling down the hallways of your old home. When he laughed, it reminded you of his gasping giggles as he was fondly amused by something some insignificant.

Armin linked his arm with yours one more time. “Let’s get to your room, now,” he said with a happy grin.