#honestly probably falls under a drabble

[cxncrie-a]

   God, she really did hate it down here. It was so hard to tell day from night, and she never really got used to it. Maybe she will one day, or maybe she'll just stop caring, who knows? 

   Sitting in the darkness of the room that she currently decided to lounge at, she's thankful for the silence now that Adam's preoccupied with something else or has probably fucked off for the night. He really could be a headache to deal with, though one thing she won't openly admit, is the noise he brings with him makes this stupid manor a little more lively, a little less .. lonely. Even if some of the things he says aren't favorable. 

   Lazily sprawling across the couch that she occupied, her gaze becomes fixated on the ceiling. What's so bad about being friendly or at least joking around with him? She doesn't understand why Damien's so against it. She knows Adam will never see her in a positive light, she's a sinner after all, he was probably just playing ' nice ' until he could get back to Heaven. 

   For all she knows the next time the angels come back down, she'll be the first to go to get rid of evidence that he was helped by a sinner. Okay, maybe that was a little morbid of a thought, but even she knew pride and ego can do nasty things to a person, especially if they have an image to uphold or something.

   A sigh escapes her as she closes her eyes. She's not even sure why she should care anymore, why it should matter. She hates the fact that she always cares about what people think of her, cares about doing the right thing, and what people expect of her. It doesn't matter though, no matter how many times she tells herself to do something for herself, it'll never happen. 

   Her ears perk up slightly as she turns her head to watch Damien as he enters the main room with a raised eyebrow, though his expression soon turns to a glare that threatens her to get out, which she instantly obliges. The last thing she needs to do is piss him off after all. 

   Slowly making her way down the hallway to her room, she briefly stops at Adam's door, who's been so graciously placed across from her room because Damien decided that she brought him in and that she needed to take care of him. She supposes she's at least grateful that she hasn't been forced to share a room with him. Then again, Damien might kill someone before he lets that happen due to how the angel can be. Either way, she stares at the door and briefly considers knocking on it to check on him but figures he's probably fine for the night. Plus if he needed something he could and probably would just abruptly burst into her room.

   For now, she backs away and simply pushes the door open to her room, quietly getting back to work on the clothing she was planning to put together for Adam. Sure it was nothing more but a rough design for now, but she'll need to fight with him to get his measurements later.

   After all, she doesn't trust Damien to keep them here for very long. 

[hahaifolded]

141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Nikolai (Long Drabble) Author's Notes: There was a poll past this picture. Don't scroll if you don't want spoilers. And also since I have y'all here, thank you for all of the support on this little series of mine! Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Themes, Angst

So, no, things were not fine.

Especially when the only person who gets an ounce of your kindness these days is Nikolai.

When the only person that is allowed in your office to “do work, because the rest of the place is too gloomy” is Nikolai. 

When the only person who is allowed to ask you about your well-being and actually get an answer is Nikolai. 

When all the 141 can do is watch.

Was this their punishment? To see you get closer with someone else right under their noses.

No, this was not their punishment.

Although you are constantly in their mind, Johnny, Kyle, John, and Ghost were hardly in yours these days. Maybe a few months ago, they were. Maybe when you saw a good piece of art, or smelled something really good, or touched something really soft, or heard a beautiful piece of music, you used to think of the boys. Maybe when you laid in bed at night and needed a quick release, you used to picture their bodies on top of yours to get you to that high point - maybe it was just one of them or all four at one time.

But, these days, they just exist how you exist in their minds: co-workers with no obligations to one another. Just a group of people who only need the other to get their job done and that's all. If that's what they wanted, that's what they get. If that's how they'll treat you, you'll treat them the same.

So you being friendly with Nikolai was just you matching his energy. He's friendly, so you are too. There was no ulterior motive here, because doing anything out of spite means you care and honestly you didn't care (that much) anymore.

All you cared now was your work and earning your ticket out of here.

But, to your dismay, it seemed like Nikolai had his own ulterior motives.

The last time Nik was here, which was around your second month with the 141, he noticed the way all of the guys looked at you. He knew that they liked you, probably before they did even. So now that he's back, he wanted to play matchmaker.

And honestly, this was the perfect scenario for the team. All 4 of them dating the same person. They were a unit, a package deal, a team. None of them were able to hold down a partner on their own... he's seen it with his own two eyes. But together, they would be unstoppable. And it seemed like you had more than enough love to give so honestly this was a win-win for everyone. But, things weren't exactly where he wished they were.

That's why when the current mission was over, Nik decides to take matters in his own hands.

After wrapping up on the final reports for the latest mission, Price calls for a celebratory bar trip. Nik is right behind the rest of the guys when he notices you falling behind.

"Aren't you coming?" he calls out. The 141 freezes while you look up like a deer caught in the headlights.

"No, I actually have--"

"Nonsense! We can't celebrate without you. Right Captain?" Nik looks at Price for support who only looks at the ground. Nik didn't take John to be the shy type. And not just John as everyone else looked at either the floor or the walls. Wow, this might be more work than he expected.

After begging for 20 minutes, Nik eventually wears you down. He would not take no for an answer.

But now as you sit with the 141 and Nikolai, you really wished you had told the Russian to fuck off. This was just painfully awkward. The only person that's talking is Nik and he just got up to get the next round of drinks. You would try to make small talk but they wouldn't even bother looking at you.

Thankfully, Nik comes back quick with 6 beers. After handing each guy a beer and taking one for himself, he slams the 6th one in front of you.

"We're here to celebrate, so drink with us!" he cheers as he tries to pull your soda from your hands.

You pull back and admit that you don't drink. The rest of the guys still at that.

Nik lets out a hearty laugh. "What do you mean you don't drink? The last time I was here I saw you down 5 tequila shots like they were water."

"Well, I stopped after... a bad night. I don't want to make the same mistake twice," you say before taking a sip out of your soda. Nik backs off and happily takes the beer for himself. The rest of the team just sit in silence. John and Ghost immediately down their drinks in an attempt to push down their guilt. Johnny starts to bounce his leg as he fights the urge to say something. And Kyle watches the condensation runs down his beer as his mind races.

A moment passes before Nik starts the conversation up again. He calls out your name and asks if you were interested in anyone on base. Everyone chokes on their drinks.

After catching your breath, you asks Nik why he would ask such a question.

"Oh c'mon, you're telling me that no one has caught your eye. Not even these big guys?" he quips while signaling at the 141. Their eyes widen at Nik's question. Wanting to know if you were interested in any of them, they finally look at you.

They wished they didn't, because your face twisted in utter disgust.

"Nikolai, I am here for one thing and one thing only and that's to do my job. I have no time nor desire to pursue anyone on this base and less this team," you got up from your seat and dropped some bills on the table.

"Wait, I didn't mean to offend or anything," Nik cries. He reaches for you. This is not where he thought this conversation would go.

"Of course, no one ever does. Everyone just talks and talks and assumes that I won't take it to heart. Well guess what, I'm done," you finish up your soda. "So I need you, and everyone else here, to get it together, because starting Monday, we are starting that joint mission and I refuse to look like a fool because you guys can't be professional" And with that, you leave the bar.

Nikolai is gasping for air. What the fuck happened? He looks at the rest of the team and is met with guilty faces.

What did they do?

Word Count: 1107

More Thoughts - Next Thought

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

[rooksamoris]

I've come to humbly request and spread propaganda for Jamil L/N.

Jamil taking his s/o's name strikes 3 birds with one stone: freedom from the Asims (you can't tell me there hasn't been a single Viper who didn't marry into another family and adopt their trade), freedom to marry the love of his life, and guaranteeing freedom for his descendants. Depending on how things go with Najma, they could erase the Viper name and, by extension, their servitude.

Also how does he react being called Mr.L/N?

💞 — in which jamil marries you and takes your last name.

💞 — jamil viper x reader

💞 — warnings: none, this is pure fluff and romance

💞 — 1.2k words. i ended up writing a mix of drabbles and headcanons <33 your propaganda turned into me making even more propaganda for this idea. honestly, seems very plausible that he would do something like this.

“I’ll take your last name. If we want to get married, I have to take your name, or else you’d be stuck serving with me,” Jamil said, breaking the silence. His eyes remained on the book in his lap, looking through the various pictures from his parents’ wedding. He would be wearing his father’s old garments. 

The man had an intricate belt with a jambiyah (dagger) tied around the waist of his thobe (long dress-like garment), and his hair was done in various braids with a shemagh (men’s headscarf) tied over it. He had a few ornate pieces of fabric draped over him like a cape and a spot of henna on the inside of his palm. The usual kohl (eyeliner) was a bit smudged from all the festivities—Jamil had never seen his father look this happy. 

His mother was dressed similarly, with old pieces of gold and silver jewelry about. Her big earrings had matched the rings his father wore, and she had kohl drawn on both her eyes and her chin, in the shape of ancient tattoos. Here hair had scented plants interwoven in the strands, and Jamil wondered if he should do the same with his hair, draping a shemagh over it. It seemed like something you would enjoy, and he would enjoy you taking them out at the end of the night. He spoke again, “What do you think of that?” he asked, concerning him taking your name.

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, flipping the page to another picture of his parents’s wedding, this one featuring his mother shyly lifting a piece of her sitara (long piece of fabric with various designs which directly translates to ‘curtain’) to hide her face from her husband, “I think it's a wonderful idea.”

🩷 — Taking your last name was probably the best decision he could have made. He indulged in the marriage festivities with you for both your sake and his parent’s sake. What he was excited about was signing the contract that officially gave him your surname—freeing him from the shackles of the Viper clan.

🩷 — He did it after the festivities when it was just the two of you guys and the imam as well as a legal advisor. You both were still in the wedding clothes, sitting on an ornate rug with a little table in front of you. 

🩷 — Jamil could feel the tremors of his heart in his hand as he lifted the pen and signed his name beside yours. This time, Viper was nowhere to be found.

🩷 — With that, Jamil shook hands with the imam and then handed the page to the legal advisor to be put in the Scalding Sands’s records. It all felt so surreal. He glanced over his shoulder to see you gleefully talking to the imam about the marriage and showing off your wedding band. 

🩷 — It was a thin gold ring that he had made with the antiquities left by his family. Nothing fancy—he wanted to give you diamonds, and yet you were so smitten with it and him.

Once nightfall came, Jamil lay beside you in your bed. A bed for the both of you. It was a bed he bought under his new name, Jamil (L/N), under the surname you gifted him. His charcoal eyes watched as you sat down at the edge of the bed, your night robe dipped down your back. It matched his nightgown, save for the patterns. He helped you fall in love with the comfortable garb of his homeland.

You turned slightly to see him, your eyes growing tender at the sight of him all disheveled. This was a sight just for you, “What are you thinking about?” you asked, reaching out to take his hand.

Jamil pulled you closer to him by your hand, forcing you to lay on top of him. He kissed your knuckles, “Thinking about you, hayati (my life),” he muttered, before letting his hand trail up your arm and to the back of your neck. His gaze had softened and his features relaxed, “Thank you,” 

You did not need to ask why he thanked you. You knew he felt indebted to you for being patient with him and becoming his spouse. You gave him the greatest gift ever, freedom. Free to be yours, free from Kalim Al-Asim. You freed his descendants… he would spend the rest of his life as your husband, repaying you with kisses across your skin and warm meals in your belly.

🩷 — It takes him a long time to get used to his new name, as well as his newfound freedom. After your wedding, he takes you out to do many of the things he could not do before, such as travel to another country, but even simple things like going out to parks.

🩷 — He did not have to worry about Kalim anymore, just your and his enjoyment.

🩷 — Jamil still has yet to get used to being called by your surname. When he notices it, he is filled with a smug and quiet pride, but most of the time he just ends up ignoring whoever is calling for him, or glancing over at you in confusion, thinking that they are speaking with you and not him.

🩷 — This was particularly apparent when it came to the reunion at Night Raven College.

🩷 — He did not want to go, but he could not reject you either. You were excited about seeing your silly friends, and who was he to stop you from going? Instead, he just sighed and went along with you, standing off to the side and watching as you ran about to gather Ace and Deuce, as well as greeting your other friends.

“If it isn’t the new Mr. (L/N),” Azul approached his former classmate with a suave grin. He had grown up, but it was clear he still kept that usual ‘evil businessman’ charm to him. His suit was freshly pressed and his hair, which had grown a bit, was brushed back neatly. Though, he was still wearing the same thin-rimmed glasses.

Jamil turned around when he heard your surname being called, and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He was your husband. Sure, he remembered your wedding—he carried a picture from it all the time, but it was still strange hearing it affirmed by someone else. He tried to hide how happy he was to hear it behind a raised brow and his usual frown, “What do you want, Azul? My spouse isn’t going to be pulled into one of your schemes anymore,” he said, arms crossed.

Azul laughed at that, tilting his cane a bit as he leaned away from Jamil, “You wound me, Jamil. As if I would try anything like that anymore,” he replied, and the irony was not lost on him at all. Instead, he sighed and watched as Jamil’s eyes found your figure again. You were chasing Epel around, trying to get a hug from your old friend. It was just like before, except now you wore a ring from Jamil and he wore a name from you.

“You don’t seem so poor and unfortunate now,” Azul said.

Jamil could not bite back the slight twitch of his lips, “Not at all.”

[chilschuck]

So... How about Laios x a dragonkin reader? (Specifically an ice dragon, they just look so fluffy!!)

I can imagine having sections of her body covered in soft feathers! Something like Falin at the end of the manga. I also think her body runs on the colder side of things, you know? For one reason she's partially covered in feathers. So I imagine her being quite affectionate, the warmth that others radiate is just something she can't deny!

I can picture Laios basically vibrating with excitement as he asks questions about her and her body, and, can you llame him? Come on! She is half dragon! How could he pass up this opportunity!?

And before any of the party (Marcille) can stop him or say something, she accepts perhaps too calmly (I can hear the "HUH?" from Marcille rn)

Laios' enthusiasm is like that of a child at Christmas as he asks questions and lets his hands explore his feather-covered wings. He compares and looks for the less noticeable differences between her and a real dragon, measuring her saw-sharp teeth and making comments without any shame, while reader just sits, answering the questions that she can answer, looking happier than she should.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST and i hope i did it justice!!! i did some headcanons but writing a piece for this one day would be sooo fun!! i hope this is close to what you were thinking!!!!

— LAIOS x ice dragonkin!reader.

꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw fluff! gn!reader.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 365

✦ i’m fighting off allergies and brainfog so i apologize if this is incoherent at all, lol. if you’d like a drabble, feel free to submit something again and i’d love to do another dragonkin!reader piece for you!! hope you enjoy! <3

✦ Laios is instantly drawn to you. This isn’t surprising considering his fascination with monsters, but it doesn’t help that you’re cute, too. Don’t even get him started on how sweet you look with all those feathers. And if you let him run his fingers through them, you’d see his face light up so brightly with delight!

✦ You aren’t naturally very warm, so you’ve found yourself sneaking into Laios’ bedroll and nuzzling into his side. Laios doesn’t mind this at all, and even encourages you to take all the warmth from him you need. (As long as you answer some of his ramblings!)

✦ Laios is extremely excited when you first meet, eyes filled with wonder and chest giddy with curiosity. Expect him to start babbling out questions and watching you closely. “Wow… Look at those feathers!” or “Is it okay if I touch your wings?” will definitely be said a bit too loudly as he’s basically vibrating on the spot. Before Marcille can reel him back in, to her bewilderment you give a sweet nod and a calming smile. (I think she just about falls over from that.)

✦ When he finally does get to feel your wings under his palms, he’s so enchanted he could implode. This was an opportunity he may never get again, so best believe he’s going to take full advantage of it!

✦ “So this is different from others I’ve seen. Interesting…” he mumbles to himself. “Can I see how sharp your teeth are?” You hum, opening your mouth to bare your fangs and he’s taking and comparing notes in that head of his.

✦ You’re probably a bit too happy to be dealing with something like this. The others wonder if and when your patience for his questions will run out, but they watch as you beam right back at him. (And there he goes, enamored by your fangs again.)

✦ Laios is very determined to make sure your needs are met. Is what you’re eating fitting to your natural diet? Are your wings in need of stretching? Are you able to get enough warmth? It honestly makes you giggle a bit. You’ve never had someone so interested in your wellbeing. It feels nice.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Seeing You (AOT Men x Fem Reader)

Description: Here are some head canons and drabbles about how some of the Attack on Titan men react to seeing you naked for the first time.

Warnings: Nudity, suggestive content, smut for some characters (warnings will be placed individually), fluff.

A/N: Slowly working through my end of year list. I wanted to post twice this week, but honestly November is such a busy month for me. Stayed tuned for the Giyuu fic, that's next on my list. Enjoy!

Erwin Smith:

Erwin would 100% be a respectful partner, but for some reason I feel like the first time he see's you naked would be purely accidental

Being a captain or squad leader, I could see you being in your office and you accidently spill your tea or something and you need to change your clothes. Thinking no one would enter without knocking, you strip to change

Only for Erwin to come barging into your room wanting to discuss an urgent matter with you and the one time he doesn't knock is in this moment

Erwin would be sooo embarrassed, like face shocked and then turning red before he immediately whips around and apologizes before leaving you to finish changing. Feels horrid and never enters your office without knocking ever again

"Fuck", you hiss as the hot liquid hits your uniform, not only staining your shirt, but your pants as well. You thank your foresight, knowing you always kept a few extra uniforms and clothes in your office for this very situation. After removing your ODM gear, you being to strip off your clothes. That's when you realize the tea you had spilled managed to soak your bra as well. Without a second thought, you remove it as well, wanting to have a full set of fresh clothes. The moment your bra hits the floor is the moment you office door flings open. You immediately lock eyes with Erwin Smith; Commander of the Scouts Regiment, your partner, and soon to be dead man. "Captain there's something I want-", he begins, but the words die in his throat as his baby blue eyes take in your nearly nude body. Panic sets in about three seconds later and he turns around, quickly slamming the door shut, keeping his back turned to give you some privacy. "I'm so, so sorry", he says, stuttering. You put your clean clothes on as fast as you can. "I'm good sir", you tell him as you begin to put the ODM gear back on. "Listen-" Erwin starts, but you cut him off. "It's ok darling. No one else saw and we are in a relationship, at some point you are going to see me naked", you say, giving him a soft smile. However you next words turn darker, "Next time knock, the last thing I need is to flash the entire Regiment", your smile fading. "It won't happen again", Erwin says, clearing his throat uncomfortably, before moving to lay the papers he'd brought with him on your desk. The two of you fall back into work mode quickly, though Erwin wants nothing more than to you see you naked again, under very different circumstances.

Levi Ackerman: Slight Smut

The first time Levi sees you naked, is probably the first time y'all are having sex or at least during a heavy make out session. With Levi its more of a planned thing

When your relationship gets to the that step, Levi is excited and terrified at the same time. He's not scared at seeing you naked, he is scared of fucking up a big moment

Levi would savor this moment with you. He is in no rush and wants to map out and explore every inch and curvature of your body

Once he finally sees you fully exposed, he's is going to make sure you feel beautiful and wanted. This will be something that Levi keeps ingrained in the back of his mind for the rest of his life.

"It's ok Levi, you can take it off", you murmur, looking down at your partner, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. Levi takes a steadying breath. "Are absolutely sure you want this?", he questions again. You move your hands on top of his, helping to ease his tremble. "I'm ready, I want this, I want you", you tell him, voice sincere. Without another word, Levi is quick to take off your shirt, followed to by unclasping of your bra and soon, other than your panties, Levi is looking at your nude body. His eyes rake over you, catching your plump breasts, noting the various scars that you'd gotten from years with the Scouts. He feels his dick harden, you were beautiful. "Gorgeous", he lets out, as his body over lay yours, his own clothes joining yours on the floor. His lips attach to your neck, before he gingerly cups your left boob in his hand, testing the waters. You sigh with pleasure, "I'm not made of glass love, touch me", you moan out. His hands become bolder, feeling every inch of your skin and when he finally gets the courage to slip off your panties, his breath catches in his throat. His steely blue eyes capture yours, "I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry", he tells you, voice gruff from the desire that is pulsating through to his body. And as his fingers slip into your slick inner walls, you knew this was going to be long night.

Jean Kristien:

I see this happening two ways. The first is during a heated make out session and yall throw caution to the wind. The second is accidentally, like if you got injured or he walked into the wrong room

If it’s purely accidental, Jean would be an embarrassed hot mess. His face would as red as a tomato, mumbling an apology before walking into the wall (lol)

If it’s during a more intimate situation, he’d get your permission first, but once it’s given you’re in for it. There’s no stopping him, especially now that the two of you are taking that step

Jean would definitely make sure that you felt comfortable and ready. Even if it was an accident, he’d go out of the way to apologize nicely for his mistake. He doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you

You hiss in pain as you slip your shirt and bra off your upper body. Your injury was in an odd place on your back, making treating it alone difficult. Thus, you sneaked off to an old storage closet, getting some privacy. You groan as you peeled the bandage off, getting ready to put a fresh dressing and ointment on the wound. Just as you were getting ready to apply the paste, the door swung open and in came Jean. You both freeze, staring at each other, you did not expect to get disrupted here. As Jean’s eyes move down, he comes to the realization that you had no clothes on your upper body. His cheeks flushed a brilliant red and he immediately turned around, quickly moving to leave with a quick apology. “Wait”, you shout. Jean pauses for a second. “I’m sorry to ask, but could you please help me with this?”, you ask meekly. You hear an intake of breath, “Are you sure?”, he asks cautiously. “Yes, I know we just started dating, but I’d rather you do it”, you tell him. The door clicks shut softly. “Turn around, I’ll do my best too ah, to uh, not make you..uhm uncomfortable”, Jean stutters out. Once your back is to him, he turns around. Taking the bandage and ointment he works quickly, wrapping you up. “You can get dressed now”, he mumbles, voice barely visible. “Thanks”, you say but groan when you move to put your clothes back on. “Let me help”, Jean states, moving to help. You feel the softness of his finger tips as the brush against your back and shoulders. The feeling making your body warm. “Jean”, you say softly and turn around to look at him. He raises his eyebrows at your face. “Kiss me”, you murmur. He doesn’t hesitate, lips finding yours with ease. Maybe you wouldn’t be leaving the storage closet for some time.

Eren Jaeger: (Reader is bit dominant here) Suggestive Content

With Eren this I feel like is going to be “accidental”, or basically he’s going to claim it was an accident, but he actual does it on purpose (only if yall are in a relationship, he is not gonna do it in a creepy manner)

For some reason I see him as someone who’d steal your towel or purposely spill something on you, forcing you to change or what not. Again he’s only going to this for his partner.

However you catch onto his plan pretty quickly and two can play at this game. You’ll get back at him by teasing him or withholding things like kisses until he relents and apologizes

Eventually this becomes a little tradition for the two of you. Whether it’s him stealing your towel or you accidentally splashing water on him. The two of you enjoy goofing off this way as it leads to some other fun activities

You gasp as the cool liquid comes into contact with your shirt. “I’m so sorry”, you hear Eren exclaim as you take stock of what had happened. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and tripped and now you’re all wet”, he continues, voice innocent enough, but something tells you there’s more to this story. Your eyes narrow as you catch his cheeks flushing red. “Come with me so we can get you a spare shirt”, Eren says, grabbing your arm and pulling you along the hall. Once the two of you are safely in his room do you speak. “You know if you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked”, you tell him with a slight glare already knowing what that whole situation was about. You had caught Jean and Connie’s snickering on your way out as well as Connie’s not so subtle thumbs up. You see the guilty expression on his face before he has time to make up a story. You sigh, grabbing the spare shirt from his hands before pushing him to the door. “Wait, wait”, he says, tone rushed. “What?”, you ask briskly, wanting nothing more than to get out of this wet shirt. “I’m sorry ok, that wasn’t fair to you”, Eren says, apologizing, regretting his immature actions. “I accept your apology. But next time just ask, don’t act like a two year old”, you tell him. Knowing his apology was sincere, you decided to just take your shirt and bra off for him. You hear his intake of breath as his eyes scan your chest, lingering on your breasts. You step closer, hand reaching down to grasp his pants. “Your turn”, you say with a smirk. Eren complies rather quickly, and before you know it heated desires take over, leaving the two of you completely bare for the other. “Touch me”, you whimper and soon his hands are all your body, lips finding yours. Needless to say the two of you did not make it back to finish lunch.

Armin Artlet: (Slight Smut)

Similar to Levi, he’s not going to see you naked until the two of you are good and ready to make your relationship more physical

He’s a quite nervous the first time, fingers trembling, panicking on the inside. However Armin is still going to treat you well; he’s going to make you feel beautiful and loved

Once the nerves pass, Armin is on cloud nine. He’d never thought someone could feel/ taste this heavenly. He doesn’t want you to put your clothes back on, preferring to keep you naked beside him

Going forward, Armin is going to find any opportunity to have your clothes off your body. Whether it’s bathing together, cuddling, or having sex. The poor boy can get enough of you.

Armin takes a steadying breath as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt; his nerves getting the best of him. “It’s ok love, I want this”, you remind him softly. “Ok”, he huffs out before slowly pulling your shirt off your body. You hear him gasp as shirt falls to the floor, nearly forgotten as Armin’s eyes rake over your nearly nude body. “Breathtaking”, he murmurs, before tentatively moving his hands to cup your breast gently. You sigh with pleasure at the contact. “Can I..erm..may I kiss it?”, Armin questions with a stutter. “Please”, you whine out, wanting noting more than his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple. A few seconds later your desires are met, and you moan as he sucks your boob into his mouth, his hand fondling the other. His tongue swirls your nipple and you clench your thighs together, trying to create a bit of resistance where you ached so desperately for him. He lifts his head up a moment, catching your movements. “Let me touch you baby”, he says, voice gruff, a new found courage growing within him. “Ok”, you say, nearly inaudible. Armin’s fingers part your underwear, before they find your nearly soaked entrance. His lips connect with your nipple as his digit slips inside you with ease, the pleasure sending shock waves through your body. Tonight was going to be a special night for the both of you.

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance. Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!

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Part 2 : Side Characters

Part 3: MC Returns

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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?

💙Lucifer💙

He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.

He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.

Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.

But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor. 

He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.

Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them. 

He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study. 

If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now. 

He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance. 

The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off. 

“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.

Solomon promised he’d bring you back.

He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound. 

💛Mammon💛

The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid. 

 Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room. 

He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling. 

He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.

It’s faint, but he takes what he can get

His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.

He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.

When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach. 

The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed. 

Each time they come back with nothing. 

Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure. 

But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now. 

When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer. 

He looks terrible. 

But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too. 

He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them. 

Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care. 

He needs you.

MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.

I miss you.

I hope you’re thinking of me, too. 

🧡Leviathan🧡

Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. 

But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!

Is this some cruel joke?!

It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?

Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself. 

He cries. Alot. 

To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.

He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you. 

 But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.

He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.

But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!

Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.

He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.

He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom. 

His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use. 

He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.

💚Satan💚

Satan’s temper tantrums are back.

He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….

Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up. 

Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.

He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.

Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.

Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.

Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?

He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.

He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance

Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you. 

But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there. 

Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.

When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters. 

Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though. 

Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you. 

But it’s no use. 

When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room. 

His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest. 

Please come home, MC. I need you.

💖Asmodeus💖

Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself. 

Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.

He feels empty. 

The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best. 

But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad. 

His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time. 

Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears. 

He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this. 

He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands. 

Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum. 

The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.

But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you. 

When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.

But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.

He’ll never take it for granted again. 

MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…

❤️Beelzebub❤️

Beel is quiet. 

He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.  

His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough. 

He needs to know where you’ve gone. 

He needs to save you. 

Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all. 

His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.

The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went. 

Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers. 

He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact. 

Beel has always been protective of them, after all.

He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it. 

Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. 

Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.

He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified. 

Please, don’t take anyone else away from me. 

I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…

💜Belphegor💜

Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways. 

He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel. 

He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit. 

But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door. 

He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself. 

Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…

When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.

He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how. 

He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though. 

That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone. 

He felt it break the day you disappeared. 

But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be. 

He can’t explain why. 

Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night. 

They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around. 

I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.

He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them. 

You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece. 

[astralnymphh]

AUTUMN DIRECTORY, 2024. (KINKTOBER)

ORANGE BEGINS TO TRICKLE IN, meaning it's time for newfound romance and horrors written in blood. this index contains upcoming pieces—everything from oneshots, headcanons, blurbs—and instructions for autumntime requests! quite similar to kinktober, but this isn't limited to kinks, is open to requests, and is not restricted to a daily schedule (because that would be hell).

REQUESTING RULES:

I. see rules here for general, annual information that still applies. fluff, smut, angst and horror is allowed. only writing for tlou characters. II. to be within the autumn realm, requests must (obviously) be related to festivites, occurences, or genres entailed under fall. this encapsulates october and november; halloween and family gatherings—but is not limited to those. (e.g something like a date in a leaf-scattered park, intimacy in a carinval, or mundane settings such as a college campus, count.) III. halloween requests can be directly related to the celebration, or complete deviations into horror. i have a horror oneshot cooking up at the minute (quite a few, technically), so most requests will be written into blurbs or drabbles. mythological creatures, murderers, folk legends, and movie-inspired dynamics are some ideas. but some of you are very creative, so please, do bend and amalgamate tropes to your heart's desire! (e.g a posessed, ballerina murderess would be fucking insane—in the best way possible.) IV. you can still send requests for kinktober, but this is just here to announce that i'm taking anything autumn-related. multiple versions are allowed for different kinks (e.g sub!reader, dom!reader, would count as seperate versions). also, do be wary that i won't write every kink, especially if it violates my rules.

LIST OF FICTION TO COME:

𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | vampire!reader x hunter!ellie [predator and prey dynamic, can you guess which is which?]

information: chances are, if you're an old reader of mine, you've seen this draft announced here and there a year ago—it has gone through metamorphosis. now, it has a predator and prey storyline to it. probably the only kink related oneshot, but it is not tied down to that. it explores a serious, horrific, non-sexual side of it, and gradiates into something more sexual. (using time skips)

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 | jackson!reader x jackson!ellie [a request from one of my lovely anons. congratulations, it's a oneshot!]

information: this is where fluff, and romance, will nestle in a hearth setting. one of my anons requested a fic where ellie and reader cook dinner for joel and a special lady friend (yay for side charecter romance), ellie totally disgusted by the fact that joel has a supposed girlfriend now. (in a weirded-out, daughter type of way, y'know?) also ellie cannot cook for shit.

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 | jackson halloween party, gone wrong! [title is a double entendre, you'll see why.]

information: so. funny little title. basically i just wanted to write something about a jackson halloween party, how it would go, what everyone would wear, who would be making out in the bathroom of whatever building it happens in—oh and some murder. it isn't a party in october if nobody dies, so.. yeah. (ellie and reader totally aren't the ones making out and getting freaky while someone gets killed. definitely not. heh.) this one will probably have comedic undertones to it. love us a good comedic fic, honestly.

(let me know if you want to be tagged for any of these)

SHORT WORKS:

every request for this directory will go here. check later!

[11rosebunny]

Thank the heavens I found your blog! after getting into the wind breaker anime and currently reading manga. I am starved for wind breaker reader content until I found you. If possible can I request hayato suo relationship/boyfriend headcannons? Oh it would make my day and all the suo lovers days as well

Thank you.

—For some reason, Suo has been hot on my requests on Tumblr へ[ ᴼ ▃ ᴼ ]_/¯ !!

Hayato Suo as your boyfriend (DRABBLE)

In the past, Hayato was able to score very well with many girls that were his age and some even above his age that managed to fall for him. But, he has never dated anyone. However, he doesn’t see himself as inexperienced.

From the get-go, he’s learned how to act right which probably resulted in him getting many girls to like him. Even so, under his nice exterior, he’s an extremely hard person that falls in love. The only reason why you were able to date him out of all of the people he has rejected, was because you’ve known him the longest.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you for who you are—if anything, his infatuated with your personality and the way you look up at him with those damning eyes (although sometimes, he questions some of things you say and wonders if they should be studied or not). Before he knew it, he started to fall for you without even knowing.

It was easy when you first started dating him, he still treats you like how he always has but soon grew more intimate and touchier with you. Before in the past you two were strictly friends. Even though the both of you have been going to each other’s houses for the longest time, neither of you had made a move until the moment you started dating. He didn’t start touching you back then out of respect and not wanting to make things weird, so when the both of you held hands for the first time, you caught a glimpse of his ears going red which was something you’ve never seen before.

He continued speaking to you in the same chaotic manner you’ve always known, while from time to time sneaking in little compliments and caressing the flesh of your skin with the most subtle touches.

In the morning and nights, he used to text you when he’s going to bed and telling you goodnight before sleeping. That changed when you two switched to calling more often. Aside from the beginning of the relationship, you two got close fairly quick—after all, you’ve known each other since forever.

Quickly, he’s not shy when holding your hand and communicating with you about any problems that occur in your relationship. He ends up solving them in a few hours or a day, he doesn’t like dragging the situation on and will force you to speak out even if you struggle with communicating. If you’re the type of person that gives the cold shoulder, he will not let you do so and won’t stop bothering you until you give a proper answer.

Honestly it’s amazing he’s able to put up with your petty behaviour. Nirei had witnessed it first hand when the Suo had gotten a call from you and watched the two of you argue through the phone. He stepped away for a few minutes before returning back to the blonde-haired boy with the same smile that lets him know everything is okay.

Because of how unhinged he is, typically speaking—he’s the first one to make nearly all of the moves. He was the one that stole your first kiss. That day was surreal to you. The way he took you out skating for the first time and held hands on the rink, then going on to bringing you to dinner and finally ending the day off with a sweet, warm kiss that engulfed your mind when he kissed you in the dead of night underneath a streetlight lamp as the snow fell down within every second he kept his lips on yours.

Soon after, many of your dates were usually spending time outside together. He’s not much of an indoor person and likes to walk to different places with you all over town. The only time he will do an indoor date is if the weather is bad or one of you got sick.

Even with how nice Suo can portray himself as, somethings he does have is a little risky side of him that loves to tease you. It’s a secret though, he loves to make a fool out of the people he fights and watch them crumble, so it’s no wonder why he loves it when you’re all shy around him. Moments like this, when he’s needy and just generally carving his girlfriend, he likes to go into your personal space, place you on his lap if you’re watching a show with him, plaster open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders all while acting oblivious as to why you’re red.

Whenever he sees something in public that reminds him of you, he buys it immediately and gives it to you the next time he sees you again. The first time he did this it was a keychain of your favourite food then it slowly turned into random stickers, pencils, clothing wear, and jewelry. He likes to spoil you without even knowing himself. You have to remind him that he paid last time when you went out to eat meaning it’s your turn to return the favour. But even so, he tells you to put your cash away and let him pay again.

Once dating you for long enough, he never grows tired of your diabolical personality and is glad you put with his chaotic behaviour.

[just-jordie-things]

hii! if you’re still taking drabble reqs i’m in need of secret relationship w/yuta, megumi and toge (but you can add whoever you want honestly ~ )

yes omg now that my tbah series project is wrapped up i can finally get back into drabbles for y'all !! _

OKKOTSU YUUTA

ok you weren't trying to keep your relationship secret at first, things just got out of hand and then there was never a good time to bring it up.

when you and yuuta first confessed your feelings for each other in small whispers during a night you'd stayed up late because sleep was hard when you were a jujutsu sorcerer- you'd been ecstatic. nervous stammering and shy hands brushing against one another turned to bright grins and small kisses. you'd both been so relieved that your feelings were returned and your friendship hadn't been totaled by a premature confession.

and while you were certain those feelings weren't going anywhere, you both prioritized the group dynamic over anything else. your friends would surely be supportive of such an advancement in your relationship, still, you and yuuta agreed to give it a month or two to before breaking the news. just to be sure.

six months had passed. oops.

but it wasn't on purpose! no! you were all so busy, if there wasn't a mission there was constant schoolwork to catch up on, and then there was the whole sukuna's vessel thing, and it seemed that there was just no such thing as 'the right time' so it kinda got put on the back burner, and, well, it's how you found yourself in this situation.

it had been a rare occasion where yours and yuuta's schedules had aligned. he'd just gotten back from a mission and you weren't set to go on one for another week. a week was a blessing in this line of work, so you treated it like a vacation. (even though there was still schoolwork and training, any free time you had you devoted to yuuta)

like right now. you'd invited yourself into his dorm and lounged on his bed contentedly on your phone while he was reading a book. you didn't even speak much to one another. you were just happy to be tucked under his arm and leaning against the same pillow together.

you'd probably been cuddled up together for the last fifteen minutes, occasionally sharing a kiss, or a meme you'd found, when you finally asked him what he'd been reading.

blushing, yuuta lowered the book so you could peer onto the pages. a smile stretches over your lips as your eyes skim the poetry before looking back at him.

"poetry, hm?" you tease with that soft, cruel tone you use that makes him melt for you all over again. "as if you couldn't get anymore romantic, yuu"

he scoffs at the statement, shaking his head rapidly.

"just wanted to try something different-" he tries to defend himself, but you cut him off before he could finish his pitiful attempt.

"read to me"

"really?"

you nod furiously, even turning off your phone and dropping it to your lap so you could give him your full attention. yuuta's still blushing from his neck to his ears, but he couldn't possibly refuse.

he flips a few pages back, mumbling something about finding just the right one, before he clears his throat and softly reads the words aloud to you.

your head falls to his shoulder, your chest warm, your heart full, and you prod yuuta into reading more as you melt into his warmth and comfort.

it had been such a sweet, intimate moment. your happiness from spending time together turned to pure bliss as the poetry fell from his lips so naturally it was as though he'd written the words himself.

saying it had been ruined by the door crashing open wouldn't be right, because nothing could truly take away your current ecstasy, but it had been a shock.

"MUSTARD LEAF?"

you both yelped in surprise at toge's sudden forced energy, too in shock to realize the compromising position you shared on yuuta's bed.

whatever reason toge had shown up for was never really brought up, because as soon as he caught two of his best friends cuddling with a book of poetry held between them, he'd known exactly what he'd stumbled in on, and he was sending out texts to the rest of your friends in an instant, muttering out onigiri ingredients in shock.

it took a lot of convincing to your friends that you hadn't intended to hide your relationship from them. even now, months later, you don't think they believe you.

but they are happy for you :) ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi really had to work up the courage to tell you how he felt. in fact, he'd almost talked himself out of it. he'd spent long enough deciphering the feelings himself. he wasn't familiar with the way his heartbeat sped up when you were close to him, or how his ears felt hot when you'd compliment him, or choose him first as a partner.

(honestly, it probably took him, like, months to realize he had a crush on you. gojo probably had to help him a little, against his will)

so imagine how long it took for him to finally do something about. yeesh. go easy on this boy.

when he does pull you away somewhere private and mumble out so many words they're slurring together but they're all so lovely and soft that you figure out exactly what he's saying, or trying to say anyways.

"anywaysijustwantedtotellyou," his words pick up in pace when he comes to his conclusion, the reality of his confession making his embarrassment grow. "youdon'thavetosayanything"

you grab his hand and squeeze it gently, conveying your appreciation through action, because your first words are a bit confusing.

"we probably shouldn't tell anyone," you say in a hushed voice. "at least for a while, i think our friends will be kind of annoying about it, they're kind of annoying like that,"

you're only teasing, judging by the fond smile on your lips, but megumi can't really make out what you're saying. his brows furrow, and his eyes are flickering rapidly between yours, silently asking for further context.

"well, think about it," you prompt, "do you really want yuuji teasing us about going out?"

"going out?" megumi repeats the words softly, almost in disbelief.

"what, did you want to confess and then never do anything about it?" you snort, your nose crinkling as you smile up at him.

megumi thinks his heart is swelling too much. he might need to have shoko check him out. this couldn't be normal. or safe.

"like- like dating? like on a date? together?"

you're giggling, and your hand squeezes his again. he's the cutest thing and he has no idea, you think to yourself. this isn't a new thought.

"yeah, like dating. like on a date. together," you repeat his words, just to tease him a little bit.

"okay," megumi says, and he finally smiles, no, grins, at the idea. he didn't exactly have high expectations when he confessed to you, or any expectations at all. this was definitely best case scenario. "we definitely can't tell anyone," he agrees as soon as he thinks about it for longer than a second.

he couldn't imagine the torture nobara and yuuji would put him through.

or worse.

gojo.

"maybe ever" he adds with wide, panicked eyes.

you laugh again, before standing on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. like magic, you watch pink spread over the area instantaneously.

(needless to say gojo knows about the shift in your relationship pretty much right away. he does you both the favor of keeping it to himself... for a week) ___

INUMAKI TOGE

it had been pretty easy to keep your relationship with toge a secret. your friendship had always been a rather close one, so seeing physical affection between you two wasn't out of the norm. hugs, light touches, maybe a little cuddling, nothing really changed outwardly to your classmates.

and it had just been easier to keep the relationship private. neither of you wanted things to change. you didn't want to be treated any differently. had you made your relationship public, you probably wouldn't be partnered up as often for missions, and honestly, you and toge were a killer duo on the field.

(you also didn't want panda teasing you anymore than he already did, so that was also a good enough reason to keep it private)

so you two shared your kisses and whispers of meaningless whispers of nothing behind closed doors. pretty much your entire first year. toge's limited speech was actually helpful. it's not like he had to worry about slipping up too much.

it wasn't until a few weeks into your second year that anyone called you out.

of course as soon as itadori yuuji was introduced to the second years, he'd noticed right away. how, you weren't sure. you'd just been standing beside toge- you weren't even touching! but yuuji had caught the way your eyes had met a couple times, sharing silent words, so when introductions were over he'd outright asked.

"you guys are together, right?"

inumaki's eyes went wide, and behind his collar his jaw even dropped. you froze completely, your expression and body unmoving, while all eyes turned to you.

in hindsight, the lack of response from you and toge is probably what made things worse. had you calmly laughed it off and said you were close friends, you definitely could have gotten the heat off of you.

but you were so shocked that yuuji had asked you so blatantly! or that he'd even noticed at all!

maki, panda, and megumi all stood there with their shocked expressions, the longer you remained silent, the more they began to realize that yuuji had called you out in a matter of minutes after meeting you, when they'd all known you for years!

"salmon"

toge is the first to speak, with an affirmative nod to yuuji's question. you're still in a state of shock, even more so now that he's admitted to it.

yuuji, the precious kind of guy he is, just smiles and nods back, thinking you seemed like a cool couple, and was pretty oblivious to the reactions of everyone else.

"what!?" maki screeches when she finally finds her voice.

"for how long?" megumi's question follows.

"does yuuta know?" panda already has his phone in hand, rapidly texting their classmate that was overseas currently.

(with the time change, you don't get yuuta's reaction until hours later, and it's no different than the others)

[yuuta] : i can't believe you guys didn't tell me !! :o [yuuta] : i better get details !! >:( [yuuta] : obviously I always knew [yuuta] : but it's the principle of the thing!!!!!

even after your secret is out in the open, nothing changes much. you and toge are just as affectionate as ever, and your friends kick themselves for not realizing sooner. ___

y'all know i can't add gojo bc there's just no effing way he'd ever keep your relationship a secret. he'd definitely group text shoko and nanami the second you make your relationship official there's a romantic shift in your dynamic.

[justauthoring]

just a short little drabble that i managed to write inbetween studying and being sick :))))

tw. honestly, gojo and geto are like (lowkey?) toxic in this soooooo

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"who's this?"

there's a drop of weight over your shoulders, causing you to slag slightly as you let out a huff in response.

gojo satoru smiles mirthly over your shoulders, a smile that stretches just a tad bit too wide and a bit too manic for it to be meaningful. your body tenses at the sight, shifting slightly under his grasp.

a second later, you're tugged to the left as an arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm body.

"hmm," get hums as he join gojo in a similar smile, though his lips are stretched a bit thinner, and his eyes have a nasty glare to them. "seems like nobody to me."

the boy who, seconds prior, had been happily chatting away, looks positively terrified in that moment. his skin has paled, a nice sheen of sweat shining under the sun as he shuffles on the spot, cowering under geto and gojo's sheer height.

"stop it," you sigh, pressing your hand to your forehead. "you're scaring him."

gojo turns to you, bright blue dazzling eyes falling on your as he grins wide—this time though the smile has meaning to it, a hint of warmth in his gaze. "that's the point, sweets," he laughs, and you roll your eyes at the nickname.

"funny," geto snorts from beside you, shifting your attention away from gojo and on him. he's staring straight ahead, eyes focused on the quivering boy in front of you. "did you think you had a chance with her?"

the boys lips part; "no-no—"

"looking like that?" gojo cackles, loud and obnoxious. "as if y/n would ever. she probably was just being nice."

geto nods; "charity more like it."

you frown, eyes falling on the boy and watching as the fear has doubled with humiliation. his face is burning red and you swear his eyes are watering.

"you guys are being mean."

you swipe both of your arms out, smacking them in the chests as you shrug yourself away from their grasps. or, at least, that was the intent. but you make it two steps before geto's reaching forwad, fully enveloping you in his arms as he pulls you flush against his chest. you gasp out at the action, turning to yell at him until you see gojo stepping forward out of the corner of your eye.

"did you think y/n was pretty?"

geto reaches forward, taking your chin in his left hand and practically presenting your face for the boy. his eyes fall on you, wide and terrified and your face twists, annoyance flickering in your gaze.

"sugu—!"

"answer." gojo grounds out, towering over the boy.

"no-no—!" he squeaks.

okay, ow, you think, that's kind of—

"excuse me?" geto hisses from behind you, voice menacing as you grasp his wrist, trying to tug his grip off of you.

the boy cries. "i mean, yes! yes, she's pretty!"

leaning down, gojo sets his hand on his shoulder. you can see from here, though, that his grip is tight, pinching as he laughs.

"thought you'd ask her out on date," gojo sings, "was that it?"

both of their gazes stare into him.

the boy nods, frantic.

geto lets go of your chin, leaning back as his hands move to squeeze your hips. you shake your head.

"satoru," you ground out, "that's enough."

gojo merely glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, smirking.

he leans closer to the boy, causing him to let out a squeak of terror, moving until his lips are next to his ear, and he lowers his voice to a low whisper.

but you can still hear him clearly.

"what made you think she'd want you... when she's got the two of us?"

geto moves his hand, rubbing slowly across your waist as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, where your shoulder meets. he does it sensually, putting on a show for the boy who watches with wide, petrified eyes, unable to look away, all whilst listening to gojo.

"what are you compared to us?"

there's a second of silence and then gojo leans back, stepping away. the second he's given the chance, the boy is turning, all but sprinting away as quick as he possibly can to get away.

gojo watches him for a moment before turning, eyes meeting geto's as he laughs.

"you two are ridiculou!" you cry, stomping your foot as you feel yourself hot in the face, flushing heavily. both boys turn to glance down at you, geto letting his head rest on your shoulder, hand still rubbing your sides as you feel his heat all whilst gojo smirks down at you, closing the distance between you and him.

effectively leaving you trapped between both men.

"we just wanted to show him who you belonged with, baby."

"yeah. can't have nobody flirting with what's ours."

you huff. "he was asking me for directions, you idiots!"

both pause, stilling against you.

"honestly," you cry, making sure to send both of them a sharp glare. "if the two of you would think with your brains instead of your dicks, you would've seen that! besides, don't embarrass me like that either! are you crazy?"

a minute passes.

then another.

then, "he still was eyeing you funny." gojo pouts.

geto nods behind you. "i agree," he hums. "you just shouldn't talk to any guy other than us."

leaning forward, gojo leans to press a kiss against your forehead. "exactly, baby," he nods in agreement to geto. "then we wouldn't get confused."

you pause, letting their words sink in.

"you two are ridiculous."

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly!plastics x Hockey player!reader

It’s pep rally time and the hockey team as to wear the team jackets but the readers is a bit to small so everytime they raise their arms the hoodie lifts and shows their stomach but that wasn’t a problem as long as the reader wore a shirt under it, but the reader was in a rush this morning and decided not to wear a shirt so bout time it’s pep rally time reader is nervous but as long as they don't lift their arms their fine right? Wrong the team has to lift their arms in celebration for their next big game so the school gets flashed with the readers abs and happy trail, and the plastics absolutely goobsmacked and their definitely pulling the reader off for a make out sesh

The Trance

|| poly!plastics x hockey!nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; light smut, make out session, reader receiving, happy trail mentions, light swearing, the plastics simping over reader, sort of public make out session?, little dialogue, kinda short drabble

|| Summary; come pep rally time, the stands get a little accidental show from reader. And their girlfriends definitely don't mind.

Requests open!

Started; November 9th

Finished; November 10th

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This morning had you pretty rushed. You'd woken up a little later than you'd wanted to, just grabbing clothes without thinking. You were on NorthShore's co-ed hockey team. And there was a pep rally today where your team was expected to hang out in the gym. Watch the cheerleaders and listen to people cheer you on before the big game tomorrow. Your team was to wear their team hoodies, that were each customized to your last name and jersey number on the back. It was probably your favourite hoodie that you owned, though it was a little small on you.

Until you could get one that fit properly, your coach suggested that you just wear a shirt underneath. Which was fine by you. Only... in your rush you'd forgotten that undershirt. Just throwing on the hoodie and some black shorts before running out the door. Praying you caught the bus.

Come time of the pep rally, a lot of people were gathered in the gym. Just cheering and vibing to the music from the cheerleaders' dance routine. Your team stood off to the side, close to the wall as the cheerleaders had the floor. The guys on the team were grinning like idiots, nudging and whispering to each other. You rolled your eyes as you overheard them. A sigh leaving your lips.

After the cheerleaders, your coach gave your team a speech. Saying how he was proud of you guys for getting this far and that no matter what happens tomorrow, it won't change how awesome he thinks his team is. You guys all cheered at that, throwing your fists into the air and being all around rowdy. When you threw your fists in the air.. you didn't notice how your hoodie rode up a little. Revealing your abs and happy trail to the stands. Honestly a lot of people didn't notice. But your girlfriends? Whose eyes hadn't left you since this whole thing started... absolutely did notice. Karen was practically drooling.

When the rally was over, they marched right up to you and dragged you to the lockers after everyone else had left them. Regina's grip was tight on your hoodie as she pulled you along. Leaving you confused, unsure of what promoted their sudden desire.

In the locker room, Regina pushed you up against the door and smirked. Eyes trailing your body. "Hoodie off. Now." She left no room for arguments, not that you would have anyways. Your hoodie came off pretty quickly. Falling to the floor at your feet. All three of them couldn't help but just stare, Regina was the first to break out of the trance. Pulling you into a bruising kiss as her teeth grazed your bottom lip. You moaned at the feeling, reaching out to her hips and making her feel flush against you. Gretchen came up to your other side, trailing kisses along your neck as her hand rested against your abs. Brushing the skin there with a smile on her lips that you could feel against your skin. Sending a shiver down your spine. Karen took the longest to regain focus, blinking several times before coming up to your other side. Doing similarly as Gretchen. Lips moving against your neck and down to your chest. Soft whimpers left your lips as Regina parted the kiss. Hand coming up to grip your chin, making you look into her eyes again.

"You're so fucking hot..." She muttered, kissing you again as her hand slipped into your shorts. Your girlfriends clearly weren't in a rush to leave the locker room anytime soon. But, neither were you. You loved when all three had their attention on you.

[kolyubov]

HIII!! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)/ I so love how you write Fyodor!!! Could I request Fyodor with a wise and optimistic s/o??? (it can be oneshot, headcannons, or drabbles :3)

To add on this, s/o is able to keep up with Fyodor's daily rants about philosophy or literature that includes deep meanings. S/o is sophisticated and quite esoteric with their world views, always drowning themselves in knowledge but never really being able to just fall into pessimism from the amount of awareness.

I just love imagining Fyodor bringing up how all sinners should be exterminated while s/o just completely turns his point around by giving some optimistic thought like, "All sinners are capable of redemption. Virtue reaches its limits once it approaches the complexity of man." (whatever that means) and then Fyodor's all baffled because why is his s/o like this??? And he doesnt even mean it negatively. Hes just shocked.

I feel that Fyodor would find it so refreshing to have an s/o like that. He may be a dedicated man who wouldn't change his plans just because his s/o talked him out of it, but he would still deeply respect his s/o and their views.

I APOLOGIZE IF THIS REQUEST WOULD BE TOO HARD(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) please take care and thank youu!! ^_^

Fyodor with an optimistic s/o!

✧ pairing. Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!reader

✧ word count. 996

✧ contents. fedya in love

✧ author's note. HIHIII NONNIEEE!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this request is so interesting! and thank u for liking the way I write Fedya, I try my best <3

I really like this trope. Fyodor being merciless about people and the reader being the complete opposite by being optimistic.

honestly I had to search what esoteric means,,, and I'm still not sure if I understood it correctly (╥﹏╥)

I hope you like this and I'm sorry that this took so long :((

It's impossible to change Fyodor's view of the world, the society, or its people. As much as you try to convince him of the opposite —with solid proof— of his negative beliefs in certain topics, he refuses to accept them. Of course, he utterly respects your opinion; you're very smart and he knows you have knowledge about whatever topic in hand you two might be facing, as well as many others.

You think it's maybe because of the way he lived; the things one experiences are the main reason why someone acts or thinks the way they do, most of the time. So, that means that Fyodor probably had experience meeting lots of people who were “sinful” and “foolish” as he describes them in every single deep conversation that the two of you have.

Aside from the debates, Fyodor adores being able to discuss philosophical things with you— his lovely partner turning serious as he speaks, carefully listening to everything he has to say with those big eyes just makes him fall deeper in love. He's never going to directly tell you how much he enjoys it, you just have to get the hint.

Currently, Fyodor was sitting on his desk, his ushanka resting on the table among a few documents scattered on the surface— documents with government agents' faces on them and long paragraphs, a lot of words were underlined with fluorescent highlighter.

He was completely immersed in his work until he felt a pair of soft hands massaging his tensed shoulders; which was enough for him to lose focus.

“Fedya, do you not feel tired?” Your words make him sigh. Maybe he was overworking himself again, but that doesn't matter when all of this is in order to purge the world from sin.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the gentle rub on his back that is eventually making him feel drowsy. Regardless of how dangerous of a man Fyodor is, the touch of his beloved reduces him into a soft lovesick puppy— though he tries to hide it.

A smile spreads across his face when you turn his head to the side, hooking a finger under his chin, and pressing a tender kiss on his cold lips that leaves him yearning for more when you pull away.

“Leaving so fast?” He asks when he sees that you're walking away. You might as well take responsibility for distracting him from his work. “Wouldn’t you prefer to have a small chit-chat with me?”

And since you have nothing else better to do, you decide to walk back to his desk, sitting across from him.

“You see, sweetheart, I have been reading these papers for the next meeting… All of these are government members who belong to the plague that must be eliminated from the world for the sake of it. They’re sinners.”

He leans back against his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Sinners tend to be selfish, only chasing their own tail in circles like a lost dog, doing anything for their own primal desires and then being hypocrites about it.”

A small laugh leaves his lips as he tilts his head to the side; Clearly, he knows this is the time when you're going to refute.

“People are not sinners forever...” You murmur while looking down at the papers, trying to give it a quick read, but Fyodor could perfectly hear your sweet voice in that slightly pouty tone.

Even as his partner you know you can’t change the way he thinks or stop him from reaching his vile goals, and as much as you don’t like seeing other people's lives slip away by Fyodor’s hands, you can’t do anything about it.

“Oh, love. I feel like if you were in my place, looking at all these faces and the stories behind them, you'd think otherwise.”

“No, Fedya.”

Fyodor's eyes widen at the way you said it, a stern tone that immediately gets his attention.

“Humans are fragile things, in body and mind.” You look at him straight into his eyes, not realizing how serious you sound by now, “And their mind can be corrupted by different situations they face during their short life…”

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow, carefully listening.

“That's how they turn “sinners”, by suffering through their life, but I think that they can be saved… not in the way you think, not by being exterminated… ending their lives is not the solution.”

“Then what do you think the solution is?”

Your eyes follow Fyodor as he stands up slowly, taking slow steps before standing behind you, “I'm all ears, dear.” The way he says it sounds menacing as he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Sinners are capable of redemption… There are a lot of ways one can be ‘saved’, some people might choose God, and others might choose their family or friends, but what matters is the capacity one has to be able to get out from the dark pit of suffering to stop being selfish and sinful.”

You don't dare to look at Fyodor, afraid of what he might think, afraid he thinks your optimistic way of thinking is just dumb.

But then you hear his soft laugh as he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, “You're so cute.” A nervous laugh escapes your lips, and before you can speak, his lips are over yours.

Truth be told, he does take you very seriously, but his heart flutters each time you show that smart side of yours. Fyodor feels proud of having you by his side.

As he pulls away, he pecks your cheek again, “You surprise me every time, dear.” He walks back to his seat, still smiling softly at you.

“I'd like to keep talking to you but at the same time, I need to work… So why don't you help me choose who deserves to be my first victim to be saved?”

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[bb8banner]

Mr. Perfectly Fine (Drabble)

“Do you seriously think he’s doing okay? Did we witness the same scene or are you drunker than I am?” Hissed Lucy.

“He seemed perfectly content walking away with whoever the fuck that was.” Retorted Buck through gritted teeth.

Granted, his vision was blurry and it was too hot in the bar. It was all too much. The music was too loud and he’d definitely drank a little more than he’d planned. Maybe a lot more. Eddie was moving next week. Eddie who was facedown back at the booth, probably falling asleep with his pitcher of beer half drained by now.

Tommy left with some random blonde. Tommy wasn’t his anymore. Hadn’t been for 3 months.

It had been a bad call, the perfect end to an already shitty week. Then tonight, he’d run into Tommy, Lucy and the blonde at the popular first responders bar after shift, not under the best of circumstances, but what difference did it make. Tommy was visibly drunk, stumbling out of the bar with the blonde holding him up, laughing on the way out the door. Probably didn’t even notice Buck glaring the whole time, nauseous and pissed off.

Lucy had come up to him then, and their argument had sprung out of nowhere.

“That was my brother. A total riot, but very straight. I saw you staring, not very subtle Buckley.”

“Should’ve left with them then, or what? You planning on coming on to me again?” That came out sharper than necessary, he and Lucy were cool right? At least they had been up until three months ago.

Lucy stared daggers into his eyes.

“Go fuck yourself, honestly. You of all people should know what it’s like. You have Eddie, I have him. I’m always going to look after him, and for the record I think you’re both idiots. He’s hurting. Bad. I know he was the one to pull the plug, I know he fucked up. But you don’t get to judge him, okay? That’s my job. If he wants to get drunk and blow off steam, he can. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here either right?”

“Why are you still here? If you care so much why not go with him. I don’t understand why you’re still talking to me.”

“I’m here with someone, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to her.”

Lucy turned the corner, making her way towards the back of the bar, away from Buck. Away from the answers he was desperate for.

“Wait.” He said as he made a grab for her arm.

“Wait. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. Just… please. What do you mean he’s not doing okay?”

[alidravana]

Hello! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

First of all, congratulations for the 300 followers! Here's to another 300 !°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

For the drabble, may I ask for Ghost x Jade with the prompt 'pulling other one towards them' (preferably Ghost pulling Jade towards him)? I'd really love to read your take on that one (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

Thank you and once again congratulations! (★‿★)

So it's been way too long since I asked for these requests and am only now writing them, but here you go Sleepy, I hope you enjoy it!

It wasn’t the first time that Jade was in this position, or even the second or third.  

She could vaguely remember the first time that she was suddenly pulled up against Ghost’s chest, the two of them squeezed together in a closet as they tried to stay hidden from enemy soldiers.  

The second time it was actually her that initiated the contact, as she dove on top of Ghost to get him out of the way of on-coming bullets.  

The third was during a mission, they had to infiltrate a warlord’s mansion during a gala, requiring them to go undercover as a couple, leading to some rather, well, seductive dancing.  Jade still blushes when she thinks about that mission.

Honestly, there were probably a handful of other scenarios that she simply wasn’t remembering at the time.

Because this time, it wasn’t Ghost that had pulled her up against his chest…it was Simon.  And it wasn’t because bullets were flying, or because they were undercover, or because they were avoiding enemy combatants, but because of any other reason other than Simon wanted to.  And she wanted Simon to.

But now that Jade was up against his chest, no longer temporarily distracted by the warmth and the strength of his arms, she was starting to pick up all the other details.  His increased heart rate, thumping under her ear, the slight tremble in his arms, the hoarseness in his breathing as he cleared his throat, and she couldn’t help but smile, relieved that she wasn’t the only one nervous to be there.  

Before she could pull away, reluctantly she might add, and suggest that they go for a walk or something else that might be more relaxing for the both of them, Jade was surprised to feel a soft kiss planted on her head.  “What was that for?” she asked, startled at her own bluntness, but still persisted nevertheless, looking up at Simon for his response.  

“Because it felt right,” Simon replied simply, letting his hands fall to cup her cheeks.

This time, it felt like he was waiting for an answer, his gaze matching hers, and so Jade nodded, her eyes closing as Simon leaned in, his warm lips meeting hers.

It really did feel just right.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Confessions (AOT Men x Reader)

A/N: I’ve found writing head canons to be very enjoyable, so I decided to make one about how the AOT men confess their feelings for you. No major warnings, mostly just fluff. I am working on a Levi drabble, but hitting a bit of a writers block. But hope to post it sometime this week. As always, thanks for the support!

Characters: Erwin, Levi, Jean, Eren, Armin

Erwin Smith:

As I’ve said before this man is busy, so out of all the men, Erwin is gonna be the most direct. Like I have him being so honest that your just there like woah 😳 after he admits it

I feel like later on in the relationship he’d be romantic, but as for confessing his feelings he’s gonna be blunt. “I have feelings for you”, and just patiently waits for your response

Before he confesses, Erwin would go out of his way to talk to you personally, get your favorite drink when you’re having a bad day, and he’d often ask you to accompany him on evening strolls under the guise of going over reports, but in reality he’d just wanted to talk to you

Does a good job of keeping things professional at work, but definitely makes an effort to sit next to you at meals and loves to let his hand brush against yours discretely when he’s next to you

“L/N, can I speak to you for a moment privately?”, you hear Erwin tell you as the meeting adjourned. “Of course sir”, you say as you remained behind watching the others leave. You note a quizzical look on Levi and Hange’s faces, but the door is quickly shut leaving you and the commander alone. You turn to look at him expectantly. “I don’t have much time, so I’m just going to be straightforward”, Erwin begins. “Ok”, you say tone a bit worried. “I like you, I have for a while and well, I’d like for us to be a couple”, he says faster than he normally speaks, not wanting to lose his courage. Your mouth falls agape in shock, but at the same time you feel a tinge of warmth spread across your body, happy at his confession. “Oh shit, did I read things wrong, let me apologize-”, Erwin rushes at your reaction, but you quickly cut him off. “I like you too”, you say, cheeks churning red. An awkward silence befalls the room before you see Erwin smile happy with the outcome of his confession.

Levi Ackerman:

Honestly I see this going two ways because Levi doesn’t let people in easily. Firstly, either you’d be seriously injured, closed to death and it would spill out of his mouth when he realizes he never got the chance to tell you his true feelings

The second way is that it’s you that has to confess first. Like he does things subtly, giving you clues on his true feelings, but you gotta be the one to say it

I see him making you tea the way you like it, without needing to ask you, he just observed you overtime. I could also see him helping you train by giving you more one on one time and idk why by I just see him hovering near you as much as possible. Like not directly, but he’s there in the background, sometimes absentmindedly (not in a creeper way)

After feelings are confessed he’s similar to Erwin in that he keeps it professional. Likes to eat meals with you and often likes to do paperwork with you, so you find yourself in his office quite a bit

You sigh before knocking on his door. Nervousness floods your system as you hear his voice saying “Enter”, tiredly. This probably wasn’t the best time, but you were tired of not knowing if he liked you or not and with Levi, it was best to just get it out of the way now. “What’s up?”, Levi asks as you close the door and walk towards his desk. You stare at him for a minute, losing your confidence for a second. “Erm”, you start. “Out with it, I have a lot paperwork to finish”, he says with a heavy sigh. “IlikeyouandIdon’tknowifyoulikeme”, spills from your mouth at lightening speed, causing Levi’s blue eye’s to widen at your confession. Oh shit, I royally fucked up, you think as you continue to stare at each other. With the bravado completely gone you immediately turn on your heel, rushing for the door. “Stop!”, you hear him say loudly as your fingers touch the doorknob. You hear his chair scrape back, hear his even steps getting closer. “Look at me”, Levi commands with a gentleness to his tone. You look at him slowly. “I like you too”, he says quietly. Now your own eyes widen in shock. You were in for an interesting conversation with Levi that afternoon.

Jean Kristein:

Boy thinks he’s smooth as fuck, but his confession turns into an adorable hot mess. He stumbles over his words and idk why but I see him tripping as he confidently walks towards you

Aside from that, Jean is actually fairly romantic. Like he came prepared with flowers or some cute little gift for you

Before he confessed, Jean’s feelings for you were noticeable. Always quick to sit next to you at meals, wanted to be your training partner constantly. If there was a bit of extra food or bread he’d give it to you

After the two of you are together, Jean finds it hard to keep things professional 24/7. He tries, but he gets distracted by his gorgeous partner. Eventually Levi has to keep the two of you separated on missions and what not. The last thing he wants is for a worst case scenario to happen which I will not name 🤐, but we all know about

“Wait here just a second”, you hear Sasha say, leading you to quiet and nearly deserted corner of the long hallway. “Ok”, you say confused as you watch her quickly walk away. Soon though you see Jean walking your way, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. But before he reaches you, he trips on a jutted floorboard, nearly falling on top of you. “Are you ok?”, you ask him as he regains his balance, embarrassment on his face. “Yeah…uh here”, he mumbles shoving the flowers into your face. “They are beautiful, thanks”, you tell him with a small smile. “No problem, I saw them and they reminded me of you and yeah”, he says, cheeks burning red. “Jean, what’s up?”, you question. “Fuck, I had a different plan for this, but I uhh, I like you a lot, like a lot, a lot”, he tells you, words tumbling from his mouth. You’d never seen Jean so nervous before, it was cute. “Well”, you start before leaning up to softly kiss his cheek. “I like you too”, you whisper. “Wait, really?”, Jean asks shocked, causing you to chuckle. “So are we dating?”, he asks in quick fashion. “I’d like that”, you say smiling, happiness filling your body.

Eren Jeager:

*Listen I love him with Mikasa, but I support my Eren peeps.

Eren’s confession I feel like would be said in the heat of a dire situation or after you do something that completely has him shook to his core, but in a good way

I’m not sure why, but I see him being direct, but an indirect, direct. “Do you like me?” Would definitely be stated by him. He needs your confession before his own

Before his confession Eren is definitely protective of you. He is quick to be on your side in any situation, often sits next to you during meals or breaks, and likes to have conversations with you

After the confession he is way more protective of you. Surprisingly fairly professional at work, but during combat worries too much about you. Similar with Jean, Levi keeps you separated in different groups so you two don’t lose focus

“Walk with me?”, Eren asks as you finish up your meal. “Ok”, you respond, before following him outside to the cobble stone streets. The sun had long set, but the moon offered a small glow of light. You and Eren walk in comfortable silence for some time before he pauses, turning to look at you. “How you do feel about me?”, he asks, his green eyes locking with yours. “W-What do you mean?”, you ask him, confusion seeping into your words. “I mean do you like me?”, Eren questions more directly, causing your cheeks to flush. He’d caught you, apparently you weren’t hiding your feelings well. “I..uh, I do. But I don’t to ruin our friendship, so if you don’t like me, I’ll get over it quickly”, you tell him, with embarrassment evident in your tone. It’s quiet for a second before, “I don’t want you to get over it”, Eren mutters. Shock floods your system, “Huh”, you whisper. “I said I don’t want you to get over it, I like you too”, he says, slightly louder. “Oh”, you respond shyly. Eren reaches down and grabs your hand before the two of you continue your walk, a happy smile on both your faces.

Armin Arlet:

I see Armin’s confession being fairly soft. Even though anxiety is coursing through his veins, his confession is simple and sweet

I see his confession being similar to Erwin’s. Sometimes direct is the best way to handle things and I see that happening with his confession

Before confessing Armin was always quick to talk to you, often wanted to spend time reading books with you and going a long walks together when you had the time. Sat near you during meals and was always to first to offer you a water after a grueling training session

After confessing, not much changes honestly other than the two of you being attached at the hip. Definitely keeps it professional and while he worries about you and you him, the job comes first for both of you

“May I sit here?”, Armin asks, indicating towards the empty seat next to you. “Of course, you’re up early”, you comment as he settles next to you. Other than the occasional older scout veterans, the dinning area was fairly empty. “True, but I wanted to talk to you about something”, Armin tells you, his blue eyes shinning. “I’m all ears, what’s up”, you respond with a light smile. “Well, to be completely honest, I like you, a lot. I like you more than friends and wanted to see if you felt the same way”, he states, voice careful, anticipating your reaction. Your cheeks flush a light shade of pink as his words and you look away for a moment before, “I like you too”, quietly slips out of your mouth. Armin smiles brightly, happy with your confession. The two of you spend the early morning talking softly before your half asleep friends join you for breakfast.

A/N: Sasha representing all of us when our favs confess their feelings for us delulus 😂