#the book's also not even that expensive so if you're mostly looking to play with hypnosis and not aiming to do therapeutic work

[ollie-lolly]

Hiya, Ollie! Hope you're doing good whenever ya read this. And if you're not, I have a fluffy request for you:

For the Brothers and dateables, where would they take someone for their first date, what would they do, and how would the day/night end?

Sending you hugs and cuddles, friend! Have a great day/night! ♡

Authors note: Hi I know you’ve requested this in September and I haven’t been writing in FOREVER, but I’m so happy I am finally feeling up for it again! Enjoy!! I’ll just start with the brothers first, if people still think I write decently after all these months I’ll write the letter rest! Also 700+ followers WOW I love y’all.

Lucifer💙

He likes his everything dates very organised. He plans everything out to a tea, he knows he will win you over, but it takes time if he wants you to love him exactly in the way he already fell for you. I think he would take you to a museum, then to a restaurant he somehow knew you wanted to try the food from. Making a reservation to guarantee the best table. He will subtly compliment you throughout the whole day. As a subtle way to tell you he is having a great time. At the end he will walk you to your room and bid you goodnight. His lips touching your knuckles as he kissed your hand. He is the eldest brother, but that doesn’t hold him back from thinking about you all night after the date ended. 

Mammon💛

He will NEVER admit he was nervous even asking you out, but you knew. He likes to be flexible on his dates. Really going with the flow while subtly showing off how much he likes you. I’m mostly thinking of him taking you out to go shopping together, while he secretly takes pictures for the things you find ‘to expensive’ so he could buy you them later when he will make sure his debt declines. Then if you’re that kinda person going dancing together! Either way I think you two will both end up a little tipsy at the end, Mammon accidentally giving you a kiss on the cheek as he drops you off. Remembering when he finally fully sobered up in the dead of night. He would text you about it the next morning, preying you didn’t mind and maybe would want him to give one on the lips next time.

Leviathan🧡

I’d like to think he asked to hangout in his room and if you ask if it is a date, he would throw his phone the moment he replied with: “If you’d be okay with it!”. Safe to say he is scared shitless at just the thought. He preys Asmo will help him with the fact he is sweating buckets. It will most likely be a date in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game with him you expressed interest in. He can’t even enjoy the movie or video game most of the time, because he is constantly worrying if you’re enjoying yourself or not. I think he could finally calm down the moment he would see you smile while eating the take-out you and him ordered. If you ever suggest feeding him some of your food he will be flustered and nod. Avoiding eye contact as you feed him. When the date ends he tries not to be sad you’re leaving already.

Satan💚

He finds your comfort the most important thing at all times. He is extremely considerate, who said chivalry is dead? Because then he would be dead. He is still a little nervous, but that’s because you’re so attractive to him. The date will most likely be to a book store where the two of you would pick a book for each other to read. I think then he would take you to a cat cafe. Him paying all of it with a smile. Just don’t give the cats all your attention, because he wil get a little jealous. I think he would ask to hold your hand on the later part of the date, giving you his jacket as you two walk beside a river on the way home.

Asmodeus🩷

He is over the moon. He will must look his best because he wants you to be entranced by him every second that he is with you. From the outfit, the perfume, the make up and the hair. Everything is top notch. When he sees you, in his mind you couldn’t look better. It doesn’t matter if you choose something more simple to wear and he definitely lets you know how he feels. Our sweet Asmo is most likely taking you to shop together then a self care spa at the end. He is quite touchy the whole time if you don’t mind that of course. Holding onto your arm, complimenting you, he might as well yell to the whole world he is madly in love with you. He might take you to his room by the end if you’re comfortable with it.

Beelzebub❤️

He wil be smiling throughout it all. When you would meet up at the spot he would have his usual blank face, the moment he would see you his sweet smile would appear. His bouquet of sunflowers in his slightly happy and nervous shaking hands as he gave it to you. I think you and him would do a workout class or go to a sports game together. He really pays attention to the things you like and talk about as you two talk in between breaks. Taking you to eat your favourite foods at the end and sharing desserts.

Belphegor💜

This sneaky little cow is most likely showing you the stars constellations in the planetarium on your first date. Little picknick blanket laid out as he would explain all your questions about the stars. Having lavender and chamomile tea and biscuits beside the two of you. The conversation eventually deepening to the thoughts in your heads to the memories the both of you have collected over the years. Belphie eventually placing his beloved cow pillow under your heads as the sleepiness slowly overpowers any nerves you might have had. Holding your hand as the two of you drift to sleep under the starry night above.

[suguru-getos]

sugar daddy gojo headcanons:

anything you want is his sole responsibility to handover to you. even though you can be a bit bratty at times. gojo is not short on money after all. you'd find him giving you louboutins, diors, lvs, all the damn time. it's just another way with which he wants to ensure you feel spoiled.

since he's a busy man he doesn't demand much in return. you should be ready to meet him whenever he asks you to. he'd give you expensive lingerie to flaunt in front of him whenever he does decide to play with his sugar baby.

his favorite color is red, he loves the way red lacy lingerie looks onto your body, hands greedily skimming through every fold of your body as he calls you his "baby" possessively.

there is no way you are allowed to date someone else under the umbrella of sugar daddy gojo satoru. he spoils you for this very reason... and frankly, you wouldn't want to either. he's just so sweet and soft to you always.

if it's your birthday, the rules are simple. let daddy satoru spoil you first. he's going to take you to an extravagant date, prepare the most wonderful surprises for you, lather you with diamonds and would be crazed enough to book a trip for you and your friends outside the country.

satoru doesn't like to be called by his name. you're only to address him as daddy and be his little girl. he's pretty tolerant if you do decide to brat up unless he's not. punishments mostly constitute of you being spanked over his knee, precise and proper hits on the curve of your ass until you're reduced into a begging mess. he feels bad later and would give you at least two orgasms and mumble apologies. "i'm sorry babygirl, you know daddy also hated it as much as you did. hurts more than it hurts you."

gonna be real niceys and remove his blindfold to you, not caring it overstimulates him whenever he's giving it to you. it makes sense for his baby to look into his eyes when he's rutting into them x

it's simple, satoru gets what he wants and gives you what you want. there are times when he can be a bit busy because of his job as a special grade sorcerer but he would be more than happy to see you initiate a meeting between the two.

it's hard not to fall in love with him, you do within the first few months of this whatever- arrangement you two had. you'd like to think he loves you too... because he doesn't entertain anyone else intimately as much as he does to you. maybe the inherent fear of commitment and losing you eventually coils his heart.. something which can be talked about later. :D

[threeoftwelve]

This is going to sound very "Now, Three..." but: Mind Play, a book on practicing erotic hypnosis, has been the go-to recommended book I've had recommended to me for learning casual hypnotic play. I'm reading it now, and while I'm sometimes kind of *shrug* about the author's tone, it's helped me wrap my head around the mechanics of what you're trying to do with inductions and has helped me better understand how the hypnosis work I listen to from others is working on my conscious and unconscious minds.

Though if you're looking for something more therapeutic you're going to probably want something specialized directly to that end - there's a lot of supporting medical work around the actual inductions and suggestions and stuff that helps keep that kind of work safe and structured.

How does one learn hypnosis?

[explodingchantry]

hi sorry to come into your inbox for this but i just need. to gripe. every new bit of info we get about the new DA game is making me more and more preemptively tired lol. mostly the way it's looking like eeevery bit of lore that's been revealed has something to do with such and such book. or this comic over here. or this podcast from two years ago. or THIS podcast that is happening now that's a ~discord exclusive~. or this youtube series. or this random VA talk show. etc etc ad nauseam. i am so tired of videogames coming with HOMEWORK you're expected to do just to know what's going on

Please never apologise for sending messages!!

I think its honestly REALLY funny how bioware just doesn't know what it wants. On one hand they say that the new game is fine for newcomers, the way they did for dai, and use this as an excuse for how dumbed down some of the writing is - but then in the other hand the majority of the characters and plot beats have origins hidden behind pay walls.

It was already bad enough when, to understand each game properly you had to have paid for the previous one's dlc (want to know anders' past as a warden? Buy awakening! Want to know wtf is up with Morrigan and the eluvians? Buy witch hunt! Want to know who tf corypheus is and what hawke and varric even have to do with him? Buy legacy! Want to understand ANYTHING about veilguard? Play the descent AND trespasser, our epilogue that we hid behind a paywall!!!!!) and you know at least the dlcs were pretty good on their own so I could forgive it a little bit.

But there's so much extra media now omg I haven't touched a single one of the comics because I'm not rly into American comics, I've read almost all the books and some of them are genuinely fucking mid. And at least back in the day the books were more... Bonuses? You DONT need to read the stolen throne to understand anything on the games, but it's INTERESTING. it explores characters you mightve been curious about. I love that ! Or the last flight is really interesting, just, to see how the 4th blight was beaten, to get to know those legendary heroes, and know why griffons went extinct. A bit annoying because you do need to read it to also understand how the hell they're coming back - but it still feels a bit more like a bonus than a necessity.

But then we have asunder, which also in general just kinda sucks as a book, that is really really needed to understand the mage rebellion, Fiona, Cole, and the cure for tranquility. The characters will explain a lot of those things to you in game, but it leaves you with the certain feeling that you're missing something. It's a huge advertisement for asunder.

Similarly wicked eyes and wicked hearts is hollow if you haven't read the masked empire which is also my least favorite book because it's so damn fucking boring I literally never managed to finish it, but it's mostly because I hate Trick Weekes' writing lmfao. Gaider was wildly misogynistic but my god at least he was entertaining as a writer whenever he didn't butcher female characters.

That's two major plot beats in inquisition that require reading one of the books. And ofc it's major villain and another major plot beat that require having played the previous game's dlc to properly understand.

And since then we've had so much more. I don't know. It's just complicated because I *like* book characters showing up and the books having importance in the sense that, I like reading and I'm a lore nerd lol. But I think there's a lot of frustration to be had as to the sheer quantity of extra media you need to consume if you want to be invested in the story. Because you could say "well just don't buy them then" but I LIKE dragon age, it's story, and plot, but omg some of the books and comics are also so hard to find and so EXPENSIVE. I think tevinter nights costs like 20£ if you want it on paperback rather than Kindle, and don't get me started on the dozens of comics.

At least the podcasts and discord only content isn't nearly as offensive, imo, because they're free. But also there's another issue with all of this extra content - it's that it doesn't get fucking translated. Not often, anyway. Not in as many languages as the games do. That means there are many, many many many players and fans who are just not allowed to learn more about their favorite game series because they don't speak English, because theyre not rich enough to buy 10 books and 20 comics. It feels a bit wrong

[respawned-dove]

Are you comfortable writing yandere Heavy headcanons with a male reader whos the enemy's team Medic? 🏨

Of course, anon! Enjoy some BLU Heavy content, though you can read it as RED if you wish. This is somewhat a fic and somewhat headcanons, I lost the plot somewhere apparently.

yandere! Heavy x male! Medic! Reader

[CW: obsessive thoughts/behaviour, violence, drugging, rape, NSFW scenes, alcohol/drinking]

Heavy doesn't have interest in most people. He's quiet in the corner most times, uninvolved in the action. Though he usually has an amused smile to give his own team's antics, he prefers to keep his distance. He listens and watches as both teams move around him, in battle and out. But really, all he cares to note is whether they're alive or dead, and whether it's someone he's hired to enact violence on. And he loves violence. The battlefield is his zone, the one place he feels like he can do what he was made for. And the battlefield is also where he met you.

His owns team's Medic is someone who has his respect and his friendship, and he can instantly note the same traits in you. Violence, sadism, and the ability to outsmart even bullets. He doesn't get to actually examine you much, considering he's mostly focused on killing you. He starts to get... distracted. Which is confusing for him. Killing is one of his favourite things. Why would anything be more interesting during a fight? You are, nonetheless.

He's been watching you more than he has been killing you. He went to Ms. Pauling's office on the BLU base and looked at the files on you, only a few minutes of glancing lest it be suspicious. He's the only one who even knows the other team's files are in here. All the listening pays off once in a while. You have a nice face, he thinks. The thought warms him in a way that makes him set the file back in its place and leave it behind.

Seeking you out to kill becomes a fun hobby for him. He likes the way you flail. He likes the way you fight and fail. He likes the way you call for your team and no one comes for you. He likes the way you bleed. He likes the way you die. And honestly, he wishes that respawn would leave him with a scar or two from your bonesaw.

You're doing everything you can to avoid Heavy on the battlefield. You can't understand what's made him so aggressive towards you out of nowhere. Or why he smiles like- like that when he kills you. Basically everyone on that field is a sadist, true, but it looks a little too joyous. You don't like dying, who does, but it's not... terrible to be so easily manhandled like that.

It becomes more of a mutual game between you two. Cat and mouse, really. The mouse always loses in the end, and at this point you'd be lying if you said it wasn't exciting to lose. You can't help wondering if he's excited too, ripping you apart and throwing you around. His gun is barely involved anymore, he wants to have his bare hands on you when he hurts you.

You start finding gifts for you left at your base. Simple things that could be left by anyone - your favourite book or snack, a new set of expensive scalpels - yet no one on your team will admit to giving them. They joke about a secret admirer and try to get each other to fess up with playful violence. But nothing comes of it, you just grow accustomed to them

Heavy makes photocopies of your files. He reads and rereads them, no longer able to deny how obsessed with you he’s become. The photo of you sits hidden under his bedside lamp in his room on the base. He pulls it out at night to just stare at it in silence, contemplating. He plays the memories of you in his mind in the same way. Covered in blood, grinning as you kill or heal in the distance, beaten under his hands… He feels like his head will crack open if it becomes any more full of you.

You notice even more of an uptick in him hunting you down. Compensation for how distracting you've become to him. You can’t help but revel in the almost obsessive way you’ve begun fighting each other. Neither of you are helping your team properly like you should be. His touches as he holds you down become almost gentle before they rip you apart, touching you in places that would be inappropriate at best. You come out of respawn blushing and gasping, but you can’t see it being anything other than an accident, especially in this line of work.

Heavy can’t get rid of you. His mind is overtaken by thoughts of you. He can’t focus on his books and he’s lost all interest in his own team by now. Late at night, while failing to read, he pictures a life where you aren’t contracted into this job. Where he can have you without consequences and you want him the same. If he could have you, even just for a night, he thinks it might buff out the you-shaped hole in his brain. No, it can’t be real. If he has you it would have to be coerced out of you. It would need outside help, planning. If he wants to have you, it will have to be forced.

cont.

It's a seemingly genuine coincidence when you wind up at the same bar in town. You instantly see each other, and you both instantly go on guard. You hide in your drinks and try to look uninteresting. A strong hand taps you, gently, on the shoulder. You know it's him. Your mind replays every death at his hands at once for a moment, before you manage to turn around. Silent, he just looks at you. His lips are pursed as though deep in thought. He clears his throat but doesn't speak, instead holding out a drink to you. He bought two of the same one? As you stare at it blankly, he seems to become frustrated with your silence. "For you. Is just whiskey and coke." He sets it in front of you, and then he pulls out a chair at the bar beside you. With the amount of muscle and weight on him, you wonder for a moment how that stool can hold so much man. You ignore how it makes you sweat.

He's quiet. Doesn't even look at you, just swirls his drink in his glass. You swallow, dry mouthed, and look at him. "Why would I drink something you gave me?" you ask, suspicious. He smiles slightly, eyes closed as he lets out a small rumble of a laugh, pulling his fur lined vest closer to himself with his large hands. Just barely entertained. "Doctor," he says, "I am not paid to kill you right now. I do not like poison kill, anyway." You let out a nervous chuckle, because he's right. This isn't the battlefield. He doesn't have any reason to hurt you right now. You drink with him.

Actually, you maybe drink too much with him. But he's just as wasted, it seems. You both are loose lipped and talking far more than either of you do typically. Every team secret is fair game, it's like all the typical decorum between the teams falls away. Like you're normal people, meeting at a bar. He seems almost sleepy in his distance as the night goes on, soft and nervous expressions that look odd to you compared to the usual faces you've seen him make. He doesn't look harmful at all. A heavy haze of relaxation makes it all feel so nice. It makes your guard fall completely.

Heavy is watching you, even as he also drinks. He only has to drink for so long until the first drink's secret hits you. Flunitrazepam, as his own team's Medic recommended to him. Takes a minute, but you most likely won't even remember what happens to you. His own drinking is more to quell his nerves. He knows it's not practical to have your forever, as much as he finds himself wanting that, but this drug can give him the chance to have you for at least... one night.

The bar closes, and you try to stand up to head out, slurred voice trying to say farewell. Standing up out of your chair proves too challenging, and your legs are too weak to hold you, falling from under you as you gasp and get ready to hit the floor. Heavy catches you before you can, and you're limp against him for a moment as he sets you back on your feet with support of his heavy arm. "Doctor is too drunk," he says near your ear, a hot whisper. You blink to try and focus more, able to pull yourself to standing on your own with wobbling legs. "Ahah, a- a bit t-too drunk, yeah," you say, stumbling over your words. "I need to get- get back, now. I am... I am needed tomorrow o-on our base."

Heavy puts his arm back on you, under the guise of supporting you as you sway. His expression betrays nothing of how fast his heart is pounding. He's never been this close to you without killing you. You're more soft than he imagined, yet firm, and seem like you'd typically be very strong and steady. Right now you're weak, muscle tone basically at a zero, leaning directly against him like he's never hurt you in his life. "I get motel for you. Maybe... me too. Cannot drive." He says it so matter-of-factly that you find yourself nodding along. Your hands cling at the soft lined fur at the edges of his vest as he helps you get across the street. The walk is nothing but a blur of lights in your mind, neon to warm yellow to blips in darkness until your body hits a soft bed. You sigh dizzily, closing your eyes as your body sinks into the terrible motel bed. The overhead lights stay off above you, and everything is so... relaxing.

Heavy sits on the opposite bed for now, chin in his palm, watching you intensely. You're soft against the bed, doctor's coat splayed beneath you. He stands, the bed creaking enormously as his weight leaves it. Stepping over to you, his hand cups at your cheek, feeling your skin. Your eyes blearily open as he touches you. You manage a hum of confusion, trying and failing to sit up. "Shush," he mutters, pressing you back down with one hand. He squeezes your chest while it rests there, clenching his jaw as his eyes graze over you. His large fingers grasp at the buttons of your coat. You look down at him blearily, huffing out a heavy breath. You seem to at least be processing that something sensual is happening through the confusion.

Heavy carefully undoes the buttons. Your coat is maybe the one thing he won't rip apart. He wants your dignity in battle to remain in tact even if nothing else does. You're his favourite opponent. Pulling it off your arms, he touches the red insignia on the arm of the coat, smirking to himself. Your hand weakly comes up and grasps at his arm, barely certain if he's there, if this is a dream. Your touch is so weak he barely notices it.

The rest of your clothes are not as safe from his strength. He grips at your button up shirt and tears it open at the middle, the threads ripping slowly. He just wants to see your body. Feel your body. Maybe, just maybe, even see more of your blood. Heavy disposes of your pants in a similar way, the remains of them hanging on the ends of your legs. You definitely know something is happening, grunting at him and trying to turn yourself over. His hands hold you down as he gets onto the bed with you, your weights together on the cheap bed threatening to bend it in half. "Lay still, doctor," he orders. "Lay still." You breathe out shakily in your haze, teetering on unconsciousness as he gropes at your frame. His hand travels down to your crotch, large hands surrounding your soft cock. He just feels it, for a moment, breath deepening. You harden slightly in his hand, body responding naturally as it will. It makes his throat dry and his body hot. You're so small beneath him, and you aren't even a small person, really. You groan weakly, and the sound spurs him on further.

Heavy's hand surrounds your throat. At first, he massages at the delicate skin, feeling every muscle below roll under his finger pads. Then, he's squeezing. Too hard. You're too far from your team's respawn, and he can't kill you here. As he squeezes, you begin to wheeze, and your eyes open as much as they can. You try to speak to plead somehow, but it comes out as a breathy whimper. You claw at his arm, and even though you break his skin, it doesn't make him let go. His other hand grips both of your wrists and holds them above you. His eyes bore into yours for a moment as his hand squeezes the air from you. Just as you begin to turn red, he lets go. You draw in a weak, deep breath groaning. The now un-busy hand returns to your half hard cock, fondling it as he breathes heavily.

You're almost completely hard, even as out of it as you are, and that certainly doesn't help his own hard on. The haze over your vision makes everything that's happening confusing, but fingers that big inside you are not ignorable. Your slow breath hitches and your back bends upward. Heavy watches you through half lidded eyes, lips pressed together thinly. His free hand palms at the front of his pants and he grunts hotly. "Body," he mutters. "Doctor's body is perfect." His face is red as he runs his hand over your chest and arms, down your stomach to squeeze at your cock again. You're overwhelmed, panting slightly without fully understanding what's happening. But it feels good. You know that it feels good.

You can feel something wet press against your hole, dizzily raising your head to look down. Heavy brought lube. He isn't stupid, and he doesn't want to ruin your body too much. As he presses into you, his eyes won't leave your face. He strokes your cheek, pretending for a moment that this is consensual, real. That you're normal people already in a relationship with no contract work preventing you from being together like this. Moans that definitely sound consensual keep leaving your mouth as you writhe slightly under his grip. You're starting to slip out of the world, feeling warm, thick darkness overtaking your brain. The rest of the sex is a blur untouchable by your memory, except for how tight you're held as warmth floods inside of your body.

The next morning though, all of it is untouchable by your memory. You can remember going out drinking, and your clothes are half destroyed for a reason you can't place. Getting out of bed, your legs try to give out under you, deep pain from inside you causing them to shake. You can feel wetness on your thighs. You try to remember what happened. You can't remember what happened.

You're late to the base that day, and you get chewed out by basically everyone on your team. You can't take a day off for pain in a job like this, so to battle it is. Heavy watches you from a distance, trying to mentally be in the place where you were, the faux consensual situation that lived in his head. Nevertheless, he has to kill you. He kills you anyway, with bare hands, just to feel the touch of your skin. Just to let his obsession feel less real as you bleed under his fists.

[findroleplay]

hello chat, im looking for some literate roleplays for a couple of fandoms! (but yes please be literate, because that's what i write and i get pretty bored otherwise. or at least just give me enough to work with because sometimes even i get burnt out writing a ton at once)

there isnt anything im uncomfortable with (if anything pops up i will let you know) and if anything makes you uncomfortable please let me know and i will avoid it. i love plots that have a mix of everything in them, and long-term plots are some of my favorites (multiple smaller threads make me a little bored, so having a consistent rp is great!)

i'm willing to do a double up with oc's. only with the danganronpa series though (which is mostly what im looking for), but im also fine with roleplaying strictly canon characters (thats usually what i do anyway since i find it easier) i will not do oc x oc though.

fandoms i will write for: - danganronpa series (mostly v3 im ngl but i can do any!) - chainsaw man (ive read up to vol 7 in the manga, books are expensive SORRY!!!) - scott pilgrim vs the world/scott pilgrim takes off - warrior cats (this is the only fandom i will write ONLY oc's for)

ive a couple of plots in mind for those things. Im cool with most ships but the ones im most interested in are (+ who i'd prefer to write for in italics- but i could write for either, pls dont be shy asking to play the other char!)

DANGANRONPA: - Kokichi x Himiko (PLEASE I wanna rp them so bad i love them) - Miu x Kirumi - Shuichi x Kaede - Toko x Komaru - Peko x Fuyuhiko - Kaito x Maki (BIG FAVS PLEASE) - Shuichi x Kaito - Nagito x Hajime (Rarely will I do this one, the fandom kinda killed this one for me) - Hajime x Chiaki - Sonia x Gundham

CHAINSAW MAN: - Himeno x Kobeni - Reze x Denji - Kobeni x Power (Or platonically, I can play either role) - Aki x Himeno

SCOTT PILGRIM: - Kim Pine x Roxie Richter (ive had a plot in mind for them for so long plspls) - Scott Pilgrim x Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim x Wallace Wells (I MIIIGHHTTT be accepting of OC's for this fandom)

There's definitely some that I'm forgetting so if you have questions about any please ask. I won't judge you over your ships (Unless you ship any of the Warriors of Hope x an adult LOL) so please don't judge me over mine.

If you're interested please reach out i promise im silly and am happy to do lots of ooc chatter. pls have a good day/night :3

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[deadrlngers]

since every companion has a bunch of things exposed near their tents i was thinking what violante would have around so have a lil small tiny list with some facts i guess

carpets and many many pillows bc she loves to sit comfortably like a king and doesn't want to sit on the ground, the colors are mainly dark and most touches of colors are either very dark reds or purples or blues. scratch sleeps among the pillows sometimes..vio is very happy about it...don't tell anyone

a mirror on a small table with a few plants and erbs scattered around, a few small crystal flasks (they look extremely expensive) or pouches, she crafts her (infamous) perfume there so around her tent there's always a nice smell

books, mainly poetry and a few plays and there's a small diary in black leather where she writes god knows what (her thoughts, narration of her sufferings and visions of a not very much stable mind, poetry a bit shitty i fear)

a lute! she plays sometimes at camp depending on her mood. actually she can play the lyre as well but do NOT ask her to play it (her mother forced her to learn and they were never joyful lessons to say the least)

a black viola in a vase. half is decaying, the petals look wrinkled and lifeless like they are about to fall but it never happens. the flower looks like it's stuck in a stasis. not alive nor dead but on the road to death that seems to have an end (the symbolism of it all, sorry. also she keeps it bc she likes it and death is fascinating to look up close)

has many candles around, she says they set the mood

also a simple orange. karlach sketched a smiling face on it and gave it to her. 'remember to smile more! you're not dead yet'. violante indeed smiles a bit when she looks at it,,

a chest, small and unremarkable, she NEVER opens it in front of the others and she can get very violent and off-putting when someone tries to touch it or asks about it. keeps a few fucked up keepsakes there. most importantly: a black velvet pouch where inside there's ruven skull (he hated velvet. lmao). at night she places either the skull or the pouch in front of her so it can face her and she can look at it. barely can close her eyes if she doesn't have it around, sometimes she simply clutches the pouch to her chest when she isn't sure the rest of the camp is asleep or she's just scared of someone will catch her doing hot girl stuff (mourning so hard and hating so fervently and resenting even the day of her birth so intensely that even her soul crumbles)

bonus: astarion sometimes 'sleeps' in her tent, very later on when they can trust each other fully. makes him feel safe (won't admit it), says it's the only place in that god forsaken camp that smell good. and violante likes to have him around mostly bc he can babble on and keep her company when she can't sleep. sometimes she eventually falls asleep bc the fact he's watching over her is comforting. really says a lot, they are besties i love them

[lunaremy]

ive tried to draw their room layouts like 3 times and failed so now im gonna describe it

ou know it !!

FIRSTLY - Each sibling has their own room. While the rooms appear circular from the outside, they are actually reminiscent of regular rectangular rooms once you go inside. The only difference is that the wall facing the outside is curved. It reminds me of a basketball semicircle.

WHITE'S ROOM - Pretty much the only place he can go to relax. Still, it's shockingly clean and would look like a showroom at IKEA if he hadn't decorated it. There's a corkboard filled with photos of him and his family on the wall (white and red at a restaurant, pink and pretty's concert, etc etc) and it's extremely taken care of. In fact, there's a stack of photographs inside the drawer of his nightstand. On top of said nightstand is a standard bomb-shaped alarm clock, commonly mass produced and sold in many convenience stores on Planet Bomber for it's familiar shape and it's effectiveness at waking people up. Fortunately, it doesn't actually explode like a bomb - thanks to a lawsuit roughly 70 years ago. His bedsheets are blue and white polka-dotted, and while his bed looks extremely comfortable, it's so well-made that one might think he's never slept in it at all. To be fair, he only sleeps once every two days, and he's always on top of making his bed after using it. To the right of his room is a desk, and on that desk is a pretty old-looking computer. It's purely for recreational use, White says, but his idea of recreation on a computer is playing old ass games like chess or solitaire or googling whatever he likes as his computer loads astronomically slowly. It's right across from his bed, so he sometimes uses it as a TV as well.

BLACK'S ROOM - The baseboard is painted a dark burgundy because he thought it looked cool. Same with his bed and silk bedsheets that are really more for looking pretty than anything, but his pillows are white and he has a ridiculous amount of them. There's a full-length mirror propped up against the wall, and he has a desk as well. Only, his computer is more advanced than White's was, and he has a bunch of little novelties like a zen garden and whatnot on the desk. Also, it's accompanied by a swivel chair that he secretly loves to spin around in sometimes. In front of the window is a miniature hydroponics station where he grows flowers. He really hates dirt, so it's great that biological technology has advanced so much. He also has a bookshelf that's absurdly stocked with books, but all he reads are romantic dramas anyways, so it's not that interesting if you're not a fan of those. Everything in his room is really expensive, so it's rare his younger siblings are allowed inside.

PINK'S ROOM - It's pink. Like eye-blindingly pastel. Unlike White and Black, her bed is Twin Sized, which is how she prefers it. There are a lot of stickers stuck on the wall, and she has a pretty extensive closet, although it's mostly filled with whatever doohickeys she finds interesting because she finds her form interesting enough as it is. There's a small treasure chest at the bottom filled with things like musical instruments and radios/CDs. There's a big empty space in the middle of the room (as her bed, desk, and closet are in corners against the wall respectively) for her to groove out in, but even with that large space to dance in, she frequently ends up bumping into the walls and hurting herself a little. She has a netbook that she frequently uses in the bed instead of on the desk, so the desk is pretty much just free space that she frequently alters. One month it's there to hold a big radio, and the next month she's using it as a stand for a digital piano. You get the idea. Just as colorful as she is.

BLUE'S ROOM - You would not be wrong if you just considered it a giant bed. It's messy, but not like Pink's "Organized Chaos" way. There's just genuinely a shit ton of blankets on the floor. The only space without blankets on the floor is occupied by one of many computer monitors to go with the three on his way-over-the-weight-limit desk. The wires are a mess, something he actually detests because it makes it harder to troubleshoot. He spends a LOT of time in this room. Like a LOT. Sure, he sleeps on the sofa to be in the presence of his siblings sometimes, but when he's really sleeping, he's in here. He has black-out curtains over his window, so the room looks like a vampire's den. And there are so many blankets over the bed that it's almost criminal. At the very least, every single pillow and blanket in the room are of the utmost quality, so Blue is fine with this. He has a white-noise machine and a fan.

RED'S ROOM - For starters, he has a punching bag in his room, hanging from the ceiling. And instead of a desk, there's a big tv where it should be. He has a few games, along with a game console White bought for him, something he cherishes deeply. There's a lot of posters on the wall of whatever he considers "cool" at the time; except he rarely takes them down when they stop being cool. His bed is twin-sized like Pink. When he was younger, it used to be racecar themed, but he's since had that replaced. There isn't much to his room because he spends most of his time out and about. I think he has glow-in-the-dark stickers on the roof. Something of note is that there's a laundry bag made to work like a basketball hoop on his wall - you ball up laundry and then hoop it into the basket. He sometimes asks other siblings for their clothes so he can play basketball with it.

YELLOW'S ROOM - He has a bunch of terrariums on a shelf, and inherited Red's love of cool looking beds (his is bee themed). There's an easel near his window, but he still likes to draw on the walls, so White opted to coat one of the walls in a blackboard-like material. Yellow loves this wall and draws on it with chalk all the time. It should be noted that he has a pet butterfly in the middle of that shelf that is deeply cared for and always pampered by Yellow. White has replaced the butterfly at least 5 times (they all lived happily and died of old age) to keep Yellow from being sad. He doesn't have a TV or computer or anything in his room, but he doesn't care for it and has a handheld console to play on anyways.

AQUA'S ROOM - Her bed is a canopy bed and she owns a sewing machine and a rack of various fabrics. She also has a small bucket of trinkets near the sewing desk, as well. Aqua has a dresser, and a small TV on the floor that she rarely watches. It's really for the sake of background noise, if anything. There's a large rug on the floor that she made by herself a while ago. Aqua goes here to relax and get some peace and quiet. She often borrows family photographs from White, but instead of having a dedicated corkboard, she usually just frames them or tapes them to the wall until it's time to switch them out. For some reason, it smells like mints in here.

GREEN - Reminds me of a dragon's den. Lots of whatever his older siblings have bought for him. He has a TV, but he's too young to own any consoles. Pretty bare-bones, he'll probably spruce it up as he gets older, but for now it's just a place to store his toys and sleep when White tells him to.

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okay @plasticdodecagon

answering; what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)? [from this ask]

this is subject to CHANGE BUUUT

Amryl:

The material is very nice, something expensive and sturdy. It is probably black and purple, with lightly threaded simple designs done with golden thread. or better yet maybe something silver, simple stars but like in lines. Something like the 4th, 5th, 6th, or 7th here.

I think it is large to account for the fact that it has wings! But I think also because they have a quite a few instruments too. I feel it has a number of books with sheet music, plays, etc -- both to read for enjoyment and to preform~ [they're an entertainer bg!] Probably more for the latter, lol.

I'm picturing something wide but something with pointy tips. Maybe something like this? But smaller. But the inside is probably similar re-the bedding lmao. They were a merchant's child, their parents had money! Even though they've been roughing it they're used to some luxury I am thinking. And they are pretty enough, charming [a good actor, a good liar] enough to get as the desire.

I guess their tent structure would be like Wyll's, but bigger. [Dang rich kids lmao]

I think the spot that takes the most place in their tent/in front of their tent is a prayer area. Bahamut is more of an 'act to show service than prostrate to give service' sorta god, but Amryl is very devoted and feels indebted to him. So it tries to do botth.

I think they prefer to be by trees AND water if they can help it, consider it the ranger in them [and the fact that it's nice to be able to be near/cross running water now lmao.] I think their tent faces the sunrise. But I feel they're very far out; like the way shadowheart and lae'zel are often seeming to have their tents in some secluded corner? Amryl is worse.

Maybe something on a level slightly higher than everyone else's? lmao.

They're probably make sure the magic storage box isn't too far from them. Not too close so camp can be a nuisance, but close enough so they can get to their fifty billion different armor.

It's tent is a good attempt at neatness. LOL. It mostly succeeds.

Isyl:

If Isyl could have an open floor plan, with windows they would. But they know something like this might seem creepy lmao, to others. [Obviously not plastic] You find out you're traveling with the child of Bhaal and you wake up find them unblinkingly staring at you via the tent window, lol.

But I think Isyl likes being able to see people coming/going, xe also like having Lathander's light seep through.

So I feel I think Isyl'd have a mix of Shadowheart and Astarion's tent. I think Isyl would like the color a lot of Astarion's a lot, earthy colors are a set of colors that xe likes. But I don't think it'd have stripes or designs -- or if it did have designs it would be Lathander's up top, large for all to see lmao. But like Shadowheart's it'd have those window openings at the side, though I feel the front of Isyl's would be more open.

Isyl would also have a prayer area.

I don't think it matters TOO MUCH what they're around, but I think they'd like to have their back to some sorta hill/mountain/rock formation that isn't easy to climb. Or they will have a window opening up top, because you gotta see when bitches bout to sneak attack.

The practice dummy is probably near their tent.

And flowers. They probably like camping near meadows best.

Kaeliana:

I'm not sure what shape Kae's tent would be, or what color, but I think it's very nice. Likely nicer than Amryl's [my liars are so fancy lmao]. I feel it's probably like an earthy or dark purple or red color with like leaf -- what are they called: brocade? fabric. probably in ... maybe not gold, but bronze or copper colored?

Kae is a wood elf, lmao.

Though I think she's probably parked not too far from the direction facing the nearest road, but she'll probably prioritize setting tent next to Wyll. LMAO.

I think actually, I feel like her tent isn't -- at center but close enough to it. But that wasn't purposeful lmao.

She has a big strange crate/box/wte for her armor too; but unlike Amryl her shit is in her tent.

Kendis:

Kendis' tent is near whatever major formation of nature they can find, but also close to wherever scratch and the cub sleep. Because they're a basic ass druid like that.

If Kendis could get away with it they'd just park their tent in the forest but these bitches keep following her and calling them their 'leader', ugh.

Responsibility!

Kendis like Kae likes to have their tent set so they have an eye on everyone, but unlike Kae it is on purpose lmao.

I think Kendis' tent color is definitely red, lmao.

But it's designed a bit like the druid's intro uniform. I think it has little leaves intertwined in the flap, maybe fallen antlers they found attached somewhere, IDK I'm tired. It's like though if some stranger was passing by and saw the tent and Kendis came out, they'd be lik eyeah. That tracks. Of course a half-orc Druid lives there. It looks "rough" in that it's very naturey.

But it's actually neat and often dead leaves are replaced, etch.

[typewriter83]

HAPPY ONE YEAR MAMA!!!! Happy you're here with us, I can't even remember how it was the first time I began to read your work but I made history that day without knowing lol your blog is part of my routine at this point. To celebrate one year here, can I ask some questions? First, do you really have a typewriter? It's part of your aesthetic (your user and your pfp) and I always wondered if you actually had one at home. If someone made a movie ahout your life, what actress would play your role? If you could If you teleport to one of the fanfics you write, which one would you go to and what would you do there?Are you gonna post new AU or LTW first? What hobbies do you have besides writing?

Awww, sweet cub!! 🫶🏻

Let’s take your questions one at a time:

Do you really have a typewriter? I did at one time; it was my mom’s from the 70s and for awhile, it was functioning. The cost to restore and repair was too grand and it was - literally - lost to time. We moved a few times and we never found it.

If someone made a movie about your life, what actress would play your role? It’s such a stretch, but I love Rachel McAdams, she’s been my favorite for a long time, and she would be my fan cast of myself 🤭

What would I do if I could teleport myself into one of my fics? You mean besides teleporting myself into Joel’s lap somewhere in a dark room in Jackson? 🫣 honestly, being the little bookworm that I am, I would probably transport myself to Jackson to organize and work in the library. I would spend my patrol duties raiding houses and abandoned libraries looking for books to bring back. And hide in the stacks with Joel. God I’m a nerd.

Are you gonna post the new AU or LtW first? Depends on where my brain takes me over this week. Today I worked on finishing and editing the new AU, but hit a little wall called Mama struggles with writing spice and might have to back away for a couple days. I have a little written to LtW, but it’s out of order right now, so it’s gonna take time to come together.

What hobbies do you have besides writing? Baking, I love being in my kitchen even though it’s too small. I’m up for almost any baking challenge so long as I can afford the ingredients - yesterday I made the most amazing pumpkin chocolate chip bread - delicious. I also do embroidery - mostly in the winter, for whatever reason, but it’s a hobby I took up during the pandemic, and it’s an expensive hobby. Husband won’t let me buy anymore patterns until I finish the mountain of ones I collected from 2020-2023🫢

Thanks, this was fun! 🫶🏻

[moonlitmeeks]

soft / wholesome charlie dalton headcanons !

warnings: like. one swear word.

request: yes!

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a/n: its been so so long since ive written something for one of the poets i feel?!?! so this was super super fun to do, really hope u like it!!!

❥ charlie, charlie charlie, where to begin

❥ this boy can be such a sweetheart when he wants to

key word: wants

not that he's an asshole or anything, of course not. he just has a tendency to be more teasing and cheeky than soft and sweet. this is charlie dalton we're talking about

he has a reputation to upkeep (that's what he thinks, anyways)

❥ he's such an affectionate and touchy partner (only if you're comfy with that! if not, he totally understands and is more than happy to tone it down for you)

he just loves to have a hand on you at all times

maybe an arm around your shoulder or waist

or holding your hand

placing a hand on your leg

just having your knee touching his is more than enough

he just likes to be physically reminded of the fact you're next to him, that you're with him

❥ cuddling with charlie!!!!

he's obsessed with cuddling you. seriously. he's like a little koala with the way he just wraps himself around you

its like he's trying to climb inside your skin, he's so curled into you

he falls asleep so easy when cuddling, so if you don't keep talking to him and keep his mind going? he's snoring in minutes

❥ reading poems to you

we know this boy has a flair for the dramatics

you're telling me he won't recite overly romantic poetry dramatically to you?

charlie is insanely good at remembering the poems, somehow, so he doesn't even have to think about it as the words spill from his lips

he slowly moves closer to you as he speaks

and it always always ends in a soft kiss

❥ asides from physical touch, i totally think gift giving is also one of charlie's love languages

i mean, he has the money for it, so why not?

if you don't like overly expensive things, don't fret! he also loves buying just little things, small items that catch his eye when he's out

maybe it's a book you've been talking his ear off about

or a little bracelet that looks like something you'd wear

possibly even a little ornament for your room that just made him think of you

he brushes it off like it's nothing, but he delights in the smile it brings to your face

❥ as for some other miscellaneous headcanons!

he doodles on your hands a lot! it keeps him occupied, plus you love seeing what he draws... mostly ("charlie, why is there a dick on my hand?!" "it's a commentary on human form, babe. obviously.")

loves it when you play with his hair. it makes him melt.

tries his hardest to learn careless whisper on the sax to serenade you with at any given moment

constantly passing you notes with compliments/pick up lines on them, especially during class

and that's that!!! seriously hope you loved them,,, feedback/reblogs are much appreciated!!

charlie dalton taglist: @alexclaremont-diazbutnot @teen-years-suck @sapphicnoel @ashleesucks @lilgayn00dle @dulcet-lover

[lo-frequency]

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

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

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

Denki

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

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

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

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

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shoto

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

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

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

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

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

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

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

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

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

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

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

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

Toga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[mazuwii]

Chapter 8 ||Stolhom

Reiner x reader

Previous chapter

Authors note: hey guys, This is unedited and I wrote this while I wasn’t feeling so well so I’m sorry if it sucks, I’ll edit it once I finish this book

Warnings: violence and age regression

Y/n tearily stared at the two embracing each other, Reiner never gave him a chance to walk since he carried him to the kitchen where his little celebration was held.

Mihai sat on Reiner's lap as if he were his sacred plushie, his father's arms loosely around him even when Y/n instructed that he blew his candles out with a small wish. "I want to be big and tall!" Cocking a brow at what he proclaimed, the three were amused.

"You already are," Zeke scoffed and ruffled his hair. He and Pieck had already understood what happened, his age regression had turned him into what seemed like an eight-year-old kid. "No but I want to be bigger!"

"You're already tiring as you are," Y/n teased, "If you were any bigger we'd be dealing with an emotional bear."

The man pouted at her words but never took back his. He just wanted to be able to protect Y/n and their bumblebee, so that whatever Y/n was 'working on' to finally live a peaceful life could be dealt with by him, in a matter of a few seconds.

"Come on now, don't look so upset, it's your birthday." Zeke added. "And look what me and Pieck got you," the black-haired woman held the golden retriever up to him. Reiner's face softened at the sight of the puppy, excited even to a stranger like him.

"Careful with him, you should open mine." Y/n moved the cake out of the way and slid the neatly wrapped box in front of him. The paper she used was covered in cartoon bears and was green and pink. It felt bad to rip it apart.

Once he opened the box there was a set of toys inside, ones that Y/n spent this weeks allowance on. They were all expensive at the moment but she was sure everything would calm down. Reiner looked at her as if to say, 'really? You did this for me?'

She nodded and pinched his cheek. "I- I made you a card... pa." Mihai shyly spoke up, his palms clammy against the envelope he kept hidden.

Reiner innocently blinked down at him, his feline eyes showing curiosity and no harm. The boy set it down on the closed box, giving his father a choice to open it now or later. However, Reiner decided on the present rather than the future.

Mihai blushed in preparation as the envelope opened up to a colourful handmade card.

'To the best daddy ever' it read, a photo of a tall man with a tan uniform on, hazel coloured eyes and yellow hair. "You're really talented." Reiner stroked his cheek while his other hand kept the card open. He silently read the messy handwriting. 'Happy birthday pa, I'm hoping I can see you again, but I might have to send this by mail :( either way, I'm still counting the days I can see you! I love you and I hope you get better soon! -Mihai'

For a good amount of the time he read the card, he seemed mature, a glint of sadness that made him want to return something he wasn't so sure of. The answer was clear, Mihai made him feel responsible.

"I love it." Reiner set the card down and bought his lips to the boy's cheek. "Thank you, Mihai."

After a while, Pieck and Zeke played with Reiner, the game mostly consisted of Zeke teasing Reiner and making him whine. Pieck could tell he was getting a kick out of terrorising Reiner like he was his own son.

Y/n smiled at the sound of the trio playing. She was putting the dog stuff away. Her friends were kind enough to buy a few supplies for the puppy to start her off with. Mihai was helping her put the stuff away. Except he also seemed deep in thought.

"Mummy?"

She hummed and continued to stack the different dog foods. "Will I be able to stay, with you and pa?"

Y/n halted in her movements, thinking to herself about what the least hurtful thing she could tell him. "Honey, I promise." She kneeled down to his height and held his shoulders. "One day you'll stay with us forever, but today- I don't think it's today." Her chest sunk at the tears gathering in his eyes.

"Mum, that's unfair!" He sniffled. The fear locked in Y/n's chest when she caught sight of his eyebrows furrowing. "Everything is fine here, you just don't want me!" He shoved her hands off.

"Mihai, no-"

"Just go away then! I'm so sick of you." He stomped off to the backyard and shut the door behind him. Y/n massaged her temples with her thumb and index finger. She's been dealing with this for too long and now she has to deal with another.

Knowing he'd only yell at her more if she went to go comfort him, she stuck to assigning things in their right place. Mihai had a right to yell at her. Y/n knew that at this point, what she was doing could be considered neglect, and there was no justifying it. It was either to keep Mihai around and double the stress and traumatise his childhood or keep him with Pieck and Zeke until she figures out what the doctor could do for Reiner.

If there's no cure then there's no helping it, Mihai will just have to live with them. If there is a cure then he only needs to wait a little bit longer. But Y/n knew she was asking for too much, children are naturally impatient. Mihai isn't an angel or a devil, he's just a kid in need of available parents and it was something she failed to give.

Once the two were done messing with Reiner, he had been covered in makeup blush and lipstick, his hair covered in pink bows and clips. Y/n didn't notice, she was busy in the kitchen. Pieck and Zeke joined her, even though she insisted they sit down and relax. Yet they proved that cleaning up party remains was fun even though it's a chore.

Reiner left to the backyard where he heard a door close earlier. Since he didn't spot Mihai, he knew he'd be there. And when he was met with the cool summer air, he smiled at the sight of the little boy sulking in the midst of the grass. "Bumblebee." He sat next to him.

Mihai sadly looked up to his father, his beautiful eyes unusually large and sad like a kicked puppy. He regretted yelling and treating his mother like that but he was too guilty to go back and talk to her. What if she hates him now?

"Why aren't you inside with us?" Reiner played with the grass. While Mihai stared at his easily distracted father. Even when talking to him, he noticed how easily amused he was. Perhaps the problem with him had a mental toll on him. But Mihai didn't mind it, he loved him either way. There was nothing to protect him from.

"Pa." The man hummed in response.

"Do you want me to be here, all the time?"

He frantically nodded, "I love it when you're here with me."

"Then why doesn't mummy want me here?"

Reiner gently ruffled the grass. He looked thoughtless, not a care in the world but in reality, he was deep in thought. "Your mummy just worries about you, like she does with me."

Mihai listened intently, "she works almost all week... and still has time to take care of me and the house." He sighed, "I always feel guilty about it. Those eye bags, her weight loss, I'm causing all that."

The little boy took the words in, thinking back to the little things he didn't notice. Because his father was right. She was starting to look bonier, her eyes, despite still kind and gentle, were sunken.

And yet she's still inside, cleaning up.

"We should go back inside." He suggested to his father, who gladly agreed.

When the two got back inside, they noticed the three sitting around the table, gossiping and having drinks with one another. Y/n made space for Reiner next to him, so she could take a closer look at his face.

He took the seat and innocently blinked at her as if his face wasn't smudged in makeup.

"My, what happened to you?" She held his face and tried to wipe the white powder off. Pieck and Zeke barely held their laughter in, making Y/n glare daggers at them. "You guys did this to poor Reiner?"

"He looks gorgeous Y/n stop fretting." Zeke laughed.

Y/n ordered Reiner to wait for her in the bathroom, she'd come to join him later. "Y/n," the couple stood up, alerting Y/n about what they intended to do.

"It's starting to become late," Pieck said, still smiling. "And Zeke has work tomorrow."

"You guys are leaving?" Her chest ached, "already?"

They gave her apologetic looks, "We'll come to visit again someday, but here before we go." Zeke took out a business card, "This is the doctor's number and his address, he'll gladly accept your request just tell him"-

"Yes, Zeke, yes, I'm a friend of Zeke Jaegar's." She chuckled and took the card, "Sometimes I wonder if you're a mob boss." His fiancé teased him.

"I'm guessing we'll be taking this little guy with us." He ruffled Mihai's hair. The little boy teared up but hung his head low to avoid his mother's gaze. "Mihai." She kneeled in front of him.

"I promise this won't be for any longer, listen I'll"-

"It's fine mum, I'm sorry for yelling at you." He smiled sadly, trudging forward to kiss her cheek. Y/n's surprised expression rose to a smile, gently bringing her boy into her arms. "I love you, Mihai."

"I love you too mum..." he quivered out, "You and pa."  His arms tightened around her neck which went cold as he blinked tears onto her. His wet lashes kissed her skin.

Zeke and Pieck waited outside for him, giving the small family a moment. Y/n left a dozen more pecks on his cheek before finally letting go.

Before he could go out that door, heavy yet gently footsteps caught his hearing. Mihai spun around to see his father, still in messy bows and makeup. "Where are you going?" The tall man whimpered.

Mihai raced to hug his leg, hiding his tear-stained face. Reiner peeled his son off of his leg and pulled him up to his shoulder to properly hug him. Y/n could only watch with pity as her child bawled against him, his squeaky voice wavering. He gripped a fistful of Reiner’s shirt, convincing Y/n that he’d never let go.

By the time he weakened, Pieck had to carry him into the car, Mihai slowly drifted off to sleep at the sound of the car engine.

Y/n closed the door behind them, facing a teary Reiner. “I wish he didn’t have to go…”

“Oh I know, honey, I want him here too.” She rubbed his shoulder, hoping to comfort him at least just a little. However a few tears slipped out of his eyes, triggering a few of hers. Reiner gently embraced her, his warm palms running up and down her back.

For a long moment, she relaxed. It had been a long time since she was comforted like this. Bathing him could wait, she thought as drowsiness slowly took her away.

Next chapter

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Hi, I really, REALLY love your writing, you're a amazing writer and I just want you to know it (ب_ب)♡

I don't know if you're up to, or if you did it before, but, can I request a female reader poly relationship with Armin and Eren? 👉👈 If you've done this or are uncomfortable doing it, you can ignore this request

You're so sweet! Thank you so much ت💛

And I haven't actually written something like this before so no worries you're the first! It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, although I appreciate you checking first, thank you🐛

Hmm since this is a poly, I guess it'll classify as a valid Eren x reader fic, welp gotta make him his own catorgy now.

Being in a Poly relationship with Armin and Eren HC

{ Armin x reader x Eren | tw:none | fluff | Modern }

{ "What's Behind the Door" by Hans Zatzka 1859-1945 }

You're the middle spoon most of the time. Armin prefers being the little spoon and burying himself against your chest before falling asleep, while Eren likes feeling you in his arms and just pulling you so close against him. On rare times they switch positions.

As a result, you wake up with the two of them wrapped around you. Good luck getting up with how grumpy Eren is in the morning.

Talking about Eren, he enjoys listening to you and Armin talk in general. It could be about anything from the weather to a book or even complaining about him and he'll just sit between you two and relax. It makes him feel at peace.

You're his safe place when the world gets too much, he could just hug you impossibly close to him before closing his eyes while you and Armin hang out.

In fact he enjoys watching you two do anything together, even mondaine thing like help Armin detangle his hair in the morning. Oh no, he won't help, but he will sit next to you and observe even if it means he too will be late to work.

Eren is one of those people who get out of bed, mess their hair a bit and then have perfect hair somehow. He could just tie it back and it'll look so good despite being effortless.

Armin likes how playful you and Eren can get, how much he teases you and how you answer back. Especially when the two of you are trying to make him pick sides and back one of you up, he acts innocent but in reality he's looking for a bribe.

Armin also enjoys how Eren is mostly down to his adventures and even looks forward to them, it also means convincing you to tag along will be easier and the three of you will have so much fun.

He also feels more confident and bold when both of you are by his side, his usual anxieties and worries getting drowned out by your voices and presence. Plus both of your assurance are a huge boost to his ego, he can actually tease back if pushed hard enough.

Be warned, a smug cocky Armin is a...dangerous one.

I'm not saying you and Eren will get roasted but...

The three of you live in Armin's place actually, since with his grandpa away in the farm, he has the whole apartment to himself.

Eren still visits his mom on the weekends tho, will drag you two along, she bakes you pie and sends you home with cookies.

Eren is just a completely opposite person in front of his mom, you and Armin can get away with almost anything in front of her.

It's actually Armin who plans dates for the three of you , picnics, arcades, beach trips, diners.

They actually enabler each other a lot, being best friends and all. A lot of times Armin would just get Eren to drag you into places or ideas he has and a lot of times Eren will get Armin to convince you that yes spending money on expensive shoes is a good investment.

They keep a tap on each other.

You have no idea the amount of things Eren broke by accident and Armin was quick to replace before you notice. Or the many times Armin almost backed away from showing you things he wrote or got for you wasn't it for Eren encouraging him.

Eren is really protective, for both of you actually. He makes sure no one is bothering you and always steps in whenever you're uncomfortable

Armin is really considerate, he knows both of your preference and a lot of small details. He takes your emotions into consideration and always has a plan B and knows just the right words to say.

The problem is that both of them are extremely jealous people who don't know how to deal with it.

For real, Armin would seem sad and distante while Eren will be passive aggressive. And all of that just because you told Connie you liked his shirt or laughed at something Sasha said.

They act like kicked puppies, and won't ever admit to being jealous they just look at you with puppy eyes till you pay them the same attention too.

Drama queens, both of them. Will whine and sulk if your attention leaves them for a second.

Armin has a special nickname for each one of you, while Eren goes for the typical "babe" and looks at both of you making you try to guess "which one?"

Armin likes holding your hand and kissing you cheek, Eren prefers wrapping an arm around you and kissing your neck.

Both of them are big on physical affaction, expect a lot of greeting and goodbye kisses also being pulled into a hug or to sit near someone at random times.

Armin likes taking pictures of you, together or each by their own. He keeps them in a scrapbook that you help him make, Eren tries to find the best spots for him to photograph.

While Eren plays Videgames, he likes having you and Armin by his side. Even if you're not playing with him he'll just enjoy looking at your direction whenever he preforms really well like a kid looking for praise.

They have really different taste in food, movies and dates. Despite that they rarely argue or fight about It, since they've known each other for so long they learned how to compromise.

Lowkey each of them still tries to pull you to like the things they do so you'll take sides.

Even if you're not around, they will talk about you between them. Just how gorgeous you looked today and how adorable that outfit looked on you.

Actually both of them have you alone as their lockscreen, even whilst having a lot of pictures of the three of them together, they just like it this way.

Both are also big on public affaction so don't expect the pampering to stop just because you're outside.

They're just so comfortable with each other and when you came along they had absolutely no problem in sharing you, actually they even prefered because the other is the only person they'd trust with you.

They also don't mind when one of them takes you on a private date just the two of you alone, just give the other a heads up and maybe bring them a snack or something.

You prefer romantic cozy dates? Armin would love to share his softest blanket with you under the fairylights while sharing a milkshake or your favourite drink and watching a romantic comedy sitcom.

And the next day, Eren would take you to his favourite restaurant before going to the arcades or cinema after. Drive around in the car while listening to music and occasionally stopping at really nice spots to enjoy the view.

Maybe the three of you could go to a waterpark and Eren would attempt the really high dives while Armin just happily floats around in the water.

Or maybe going to the beach and watching them put actual effort and planning into making a good sandcastle, Armin collecting the seashells while Eren gets the sand.

Being in a relationship with them means you'll get the best of both worlds yet never get bored or feel alone. They have really different tastes yet are so similar at the same time, you'll truely feel loved and cared for.

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Helter Swelter

Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: None

Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, implied voyeurism

This is for the IN THE POOL square of @thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, and was requested!

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"This is a fucking disaster," Olivia sighed, throwing her bag onto the bed in frustration.

Amanda rammed the heel of her hand against the sputtering A/C unit in the window and frowned. "I don't know why you ever expect anything more from Daddy Dodds than a fuckup," she muttered.

Liv ran a hand over the nape of her neck under her hair, finding it moist with sweat, and surveyed their room. Dodds had told her that he had booked them at a high-class hotel for the Extended Learning conference that weekend. A five-star, full-service, swanky joint, he had sworn.

Yet, here they were - sweltering during the peak of a heatwave, in a barely passable room with one double bed and a busted A/C unit. Even better, they weren't even in the right city for the conference - a fact discovered when they called Dodds upon landing to tell him that nobody had heard of the hotel he named.

Fuckup was putting it mildly.

"I'll go talk to someone at the check-in desk and see if they can do anything about the air conditioning," Olivia announced.

"I'm going to take a cool shower in the meantime," Rollins said, palming sweat from her forehead.

The young man at the front desk looked at Liv as though he'd fallen asleep and she had walked out of one of his fantasies into the lobby. Handyman? Not on weekends, it turned out.

"The pool's open 'round the clock though," he shrugged. He finished up by giving her some info on what was available to order from the kitchen, then went back to the glare of his cell phone screen.

When Olivia got back to the room, Amanda was already out of the shower and had changed into light cotton shorts and a sports bra. Liv shrugged apologetically and tossed the info about food to her on the bed.

"No-go on the A/C. There's a pool though." She stopped at the bed long enough to grab her bag. "My turn in the shower, I guess."

Amanda nodded disinterestedly, perusing the menus as the brunette disappeared into the small bathroom.

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The clock in the room was ticking past 1:30am. On the coffee table in front of the room's armchairs was a plate of mostly-eaten chicken nachos, and what was left of a six-pack of beer, still sweating condensation.

On the bed, the SVU detectives were also sweating, awake atop the bedclothes. Olivia was on her back, eyes to the ceiling, Rollins was on her side. They breathed the overwarm air and tried not to move too much, but neither could sleep. Amanda's tossing and turning was more irritating with every creak of the narrow mattress.

Tick -

Creak

Tock.

Always followed by the dying, strangled hum of the useless A/C.

This is it, this is how I'm going to lose my mind, Olivia decided.

Tick. Tock. Tick -

Creak.

"Amanda!" Liv snapped, "Can't you stay still for five minutes?!"

"I"m sorry!" the blonde whined, "I can't fucking sleep!"

Liv rolled her eyes. "I thought you grew up in the South? You must've had nights hotter than this."

"We slept out on the porch in the Summer."

"Be my guest and go sleep in the parking lot if you'll be more comfortable."

Amanda gave a surprised huff that was partway between amusement and annoyance. She leaned up on her elbows, shot Olivia a look, then rolled to her feet. "I'm going for a swim," she announced.

Liv's head turned on the pillow. "Amanda - it's nearly two AM."

"It's still almost 97 degrees! I can hardly breathe, I'm so hot," the blonde groaned. "Plus, I bought an expensive new bikini to wear at the hotel Dodds promised, and it's a damn crime for it to go to waste."

She crossed to her suitcase and unzipped it. "'Sides, you don't have to come. Stay here and melt, if you'll be more comfortable," she mocked.

Ten or so minutes later, both women slipped into the elevator, dressed in thin complimentary hotel robes, bikinis and sandals. In their robe pockets they had tucked cans of the warming beer from their earlier order.

On the main floor, they followed the signs to the door that lead to the pool and pushed outside into the thick, hot night air. The pool was somehow cleaner than their room, and they had it all to themselves. It rippled and beckoned under the starlight and the few florescent lamps that lit the tiled area around it.

Amanda stopped alongside a lounge chair and emptied her pockets of beer before she slipped off the robe. "What do you think?" she asked Liv, hands on hips.

Olivia swallowed dryly, glancing quickly at the bikini and then away. "Very nice," she murmured, busying herself with her own robe and cans. As Amanda walked away toward the pool's edge, Liv took another, more surreptitious look at the bathing suit. It was a dark green color, highlighted with square, gold rivets along the straps, the band under the bust, and along two split straps at the front of the bottom, which tied at each hip.

She popped open a beer and took a long pull from the can. I've seen underwear with more material than that entire suit, she mused. Her own suit looked conservative by comparison: a sporty black two-piece with boyshort bottoms ruched at the sides, and a crocheted, mesh high-neck top that covered her cleavage.

Amanda let out a loud, satisfied groan that startled Olivia out of her bikini thoughts, nearly dropping the drink in her hand.

"Oh my God that feels so good!" she cried. Blood rushed into Liv's face and groin simultaneously. "Hurry up and get in - and bring me a beer!" Rollins urged excitedly.

Olivia shed the last barrier between her bikini and Amanda's gaze, and grabbed two cans of beer. She leaned down to hand one to the blonde at the pool's edge.

"Thank you," Amanda said, and smiled genuinely for the first time since their plane touched down. It raised a relaxed twinkle to her blue eyes, and Liv stared until she caught herself.

She let herself down carefully on the tile and then scooted to the pool's edge, stretching her long legs into the water. Amanda was, of course, right - the water felt fantastic against the cloying heat - and Liv sighed with relief, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed.

The Southern blonde smirked and drank her beer, feeling more herself now that she wasn't sticky and uncomfortable. Setting her drink down, she plunged under the water and wet the rest of her body, kicking hard. When she split the surface, she was a few feet away from Olivia, who was still kicking her legs, watching.

"You didn't come all the way down to just sit on the sidelines, did ya?" Amanda teased.

"What, you wanna play Marco Polo?" the brunette tossed back, smiling as she raised her can to her lips.

"Don't make me drag you in here, City Girl!"

Liv set aside her drink and rolled her eyes, pushing her weight up and over the side with both hands against the concrete tile. The soothingly cool water ribboned over her warm skin, sending goosebumps racing in every direction.

"Better?" she grinned.

Amanda put a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Mostly . . . " she drawled, "just - " Then she spread both arms wide and used them to scoop and splash water at Olivia, laughing.

Liv opened her eyes as the water settled, letting drops drip from her jawline and hair. "I'll make you regret that, Dixieland," she said calmly.

Rollins laughed and tipped backward into the water, kicking her feet and floating along the surface. Liv ducked under the water to finish cooling off, then swam back to the side for another drink. The dehydration from the heat was making the beer go to her head more than usual; she felt good, and she was enjoying Amanda's flirting.

"You'll have'ta find me, first!" Rollins giggled from behind Olivia.

Rolling her eyes, Liv swallowed what was in her mouth and replied, "Right, because the pool is soo - " she turned around to face the water, finding herself alone, " - big," she faltered. Scanning the pool she didn't see ripples or bubbles - no sign of the blonde mermaid.

Olivia shivered, partly from her lowering body temperature, and partly from the eerie silence of standing there in the water alone.

"Enough, Amanda," she called. "you're not funny." When there was still no response or sound, the brunette turned defiantly back to her beer. The quiet, early morning dark wasn't so peaceful, suddenly.

With absolutely no hint of movement or sound of warning, Amanda tunneled up out of the water behind Liv, the noise breaking the surface like rolling thunder as splashes rained down. Liv let out a gasping yelp as she startled, then Amanda's arms locked around her middle from behind.

"Marco Polo!" she shrieked in glee as she pulled Olivia underwater against her.

Sputtering, they broke the surface again together after just a beat, Amanda still holding tight. "Jesus, Rollins!" Liv coughed out, "You gave me a heart attack!"

They stilled as Liv caught her breath, heart pounding from being caught unawares. Slowly, the feeling of Amanda's wet body wrapped around her from behind began to register with her senses: their legs, sliding against each other, cool skin on skin, the press of hard nipples against her back where Amanda's wet suit pressed. It sparked another shiver, but this one went to Liv's center.

"I don't think that's how Marco Polo is played," Olivia murmured softly.

"Well, we didn't play it that much in Georgia," Amanda chuckled, her warm breath tickling the back of Liv's neck. Then, just as suddenly, she let her go.

Liv pushed away slightly, back to the side and the drink that had been interrupted. But her mind was buzzing about more than beer now, wondering if Amanda's flirting was purposeful, natural or beer-induced. She kept her eyes on the stone tile as the blonde floated over and resumed her own drink. Their bodies were unnervingly close. Liv's breathing shallowed as she bored a hole in the spot she focused on.

Then, Amanda's foot, sliding against Olivia's ankle. Too pointed to be an accident. Higher - the leg was slipping against calf. Underwater footsies, Liv mused, a little drunkenly. Still, she refused to turn her head, not wanting to break the tranquility.

Rollins drained the can she was holding, then set it poolside before shifting her body so that she was directly behind Liv again. Cool, wet lips pressed against the nape of Olivia's neck, and she drew in a ragged breath, held it.

The kiss warmed and went on, lips dragging over the water drops on the sensitive skin there until finally her tongue joined in. Liv's eyes closed, relaxing into the touch as she exhaled. Next there were fingers at the strings where her bikini top was tied, tugging slowly, gently, giving plenty of opportunity for the brunette to call the stops.

All of it felt too good, however, for stopping to enter Olivia's mind. The water, the touch, the buzz from the beer - it all beat an Extended Learning conference to hell and back.

Amanda pulled the ties away slowly, one side at a time, kissing and nibbling warmly over Liv's shoulders, while her legs continued to playfully rub and slip around and between Liv's underwater.

Liv felt a hand return to her middle, pressing firmly, while the other arm crossed her upper chest. Amanda tipped Liv's head to the side with wet fingers to the jawline, then licked the point of her tongue up the curve and pulled an earlobe into her mouth.

A moan escaped Olivia as she wriggled against the blonde's hold, turning in her arms. "You taste like salt and flowers," Rollins smirked, her voice thick and deep. It was all she got out before the brunette framed her face with dripping hands and kissed her mouth.

Her tongue was a shock of heat in comparison to her hands, and Amanda gave back everything she received, their kisses as deep and wet as the pool itself. The turning in her embrace had taken care of moving Liv's top out of the way, and Amanda could feel the brush of wet breasts as the brunette made out with her madly.

She fought to get her hands between their bodies, then the smooth weight of those same breasts filled her palms. The sensation sent a ripple of desire throbbing through her swollen center. Amanda's thumbs grazed over the hard peaks and it finally broke their kiss, Liv's head lolling back.

"Fuck," she hissed, spurring the blonde on to rub harder. When she couldn't take it any more, she pushed her hands under Amanda's arms and grasped the bottom of her bikini top, yanking it over her head.

Olivia ducked low, her mouth just as hungry for this as it had been for Amanda's tongue. One cold, dripping nipple, then the other rolled under the brunette's tongue and pebbled under the scrape of her teeth until Amanda was panting, fingers slipping in their search for purchase on Liv's shoulders.

Kicking her feet, she steered them back to the pool's side until she could leverage her weight to regain dominance. Amanda pushed her knee in between Liv's thighs and made contact with the place she wanted to touch most. Immediately, Olivia's head dipped to the blonde's shoulder, her breathing quickening. She turned so that her lips were just under her ear and breathed, "I want you to make me come."

Without a breath of hesitation, Amanda buoyed Liv's weight up with her hands spread on her outer thighs, and deposited the dark haired woman on the pool's edge. Both hands tugged on the bottoms Liv still had on, until they rolled down and were tossed to the tile with a wet splat.

Amanda pulled Olivia's ass flush to the edge and wrapped her arms around her tan thighs, then lowered her tongue to the dewy pink valley between. Her clit was swollen and aching, twitching as Amanda nosed over it and sucked it gently.

Impatient, Liv bucked her pelvis into every touch of Rollins' sweet mouth. "I'm so fucking wet, Amanda, please . . . "

"Patience is a virtue," Amanda grinned. "Guess they don't teach that in the city," she teased, running her tongue down and inside Olivia's dripping entrance with a moan. She brought two fingers into the mix, slipping then inside carefully, then rubbing firmly against the G-spot.

The normally restrained SVU detective was sprawled on the pool tile, propped on her arms with her head dropped back and her legs over the Southern blonde's shoulders. Mouth open, thighs quivering, Olivia could hear the roar of her blood rushing and the sound of Amanda's talented fingers fucking her blind.

"Oh God, Amanda . . . don't stop, please . . . don't - yes, fuck me fuck me . . . " she babbled, unsure if she was even coherent.

Rollins couldn't stop grinning as she sucked and fucked the trembling brunette with fervor.

"I'm going to - oh fuck, oh oh Amanda! Ungh I'm going to come!"

"Damn right you are," the blonde mumbled as she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. Olivia squeezed her thighs and rode her orgasm out on the thrust of Amanda's tongue, dripping hot juices.

Pleased with herself, she released her grip on Liv's thighs and cupped pool water in both her hands, dousing her face and hair to cool down. "God, you're fucking incredible," she grinned.

Liv let out a laugh. "You did all the work! Get up here, Amanda."

She did as told and joined her on the cool cement tile. Olivia liberated her from her bikini bottom, then straddled over her on all fours. Delighted to once again be presented with Liv's slick, pink pussy above her face, Amanda wasted no time in sliding her fingers back inside. She was distracted this time, however, by the long, gentle brush of Liv's own fingers, spreading her own pussy open.

"Fuck, look how wet you are," Liv praised, gathering the slickness on her fingertips and swirling them around the blonde's hard clit.

"Jesus!" Amanda cried, her hips quaking at the touch as she remembered to pick up her thrusts into Liv.

A greedy race to the finish line started as both women worked to make the other come first with fingers and tongues as the pool threw reflections of light and the stars winked down on them.

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When they returned to their room, the morning was rushing toward dawn. Olivia opened the door and was startled to hear the hum of the now completely functional A/C unit.

"I'll be goddamned," Amanda drawled from over her shoulder.

Liv crossed to the unit and put her hands in front of it to make sure the air was cool. As she did so, Amanda found a new six-pack of cold beer on the coffee table. A post-it was stuck to the table beside the cans.

"Fixed your A/C, beer's on the house," Amanda read aloud to Liv, followed by, "But please feel free to enjoy another night swim anytime." She looked at Liv quizzically.

The front desk kid. Liv rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh, God."

"Good thing we ended up in the wrong place, after all," Amanda giggled, and pulled open another beer. "Cheers!"

END

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Apartment AU Masterpost:

-Everyone lives in an apartment complex.

-Xisuma as landlord? Or just a really well looked up to person in the complex. Whichever works for you!

-Pranks all the time. Everyone's constantly pranking each other.

-Everyone has 'normal people jobs.' Perhaps Joe is an English teacher? (Cleo's also a teacher. (Irl.) Omg, what if they teach at the same school?) Maybe Bdubs is a professional interior designer? Maybe Cub builds computers? Go nuts, get creative.

-Actually, screw it. Bdubs works at IKEA.

-Everyone meets up every Friday night to go to the pub or go bowling or just do something together.

-They have a discord server because of course they do.

-European Hermits are early-birds, American hermits are night-owls. (This is the only way I can think to portray timezones and waking hours when everyone's living in the same building.)

-They all still love minecraft, don't worry.

-Keralis has so many books his flat is basically a library. He lets people come in and borrow books for a small fee.

-Tinfoilchef is a bit of a shut in but everyone makes an effort to include him.

-Etho would also be a cryptid like Xisuma. Like, we've seen Xisuma's whole body other than his face but the best we know about Etho is that: 1. He exists and 2. From the, like, one single real life photo he's shared, he broke a headset. Also, 3. Allegedly, he's buff. Otherwise; Beef and Etho invite Pause (who lives elsewhere,) over at random intervals to [play ctm maps] and do god knows what. Bdoubs works at IKEA but is the person to make the room displays, y'know.

-Scar sells dice and other tabletop rpg supplies that he designs. His shop is magiccrystals. com

-Cub and Scar made business with the guy who runs the fight club. They get half of the profits and everyone’s always wondering how those two can always afford the most expensive Christmas gifts for everyone.

-Mumbo could be an engineer or work on a STEM field, and he works on some really important and impressive projects and that would explain his polish person, Exept, when it comes to helping another hermit to change a lightbulb or fix a microwave he is an absolute disaster.

-Grian owns a parrot that knows everyones' names and faces and greets them when they come in.

-Scar's apartment has a balcony filled with plants and he has to bring them inside for the winter. (I'm assuming that all 4 seasons happen) Even without the balcony plants, his place is still full of indoor plants including his favorite venus flytrap. There is always a plant knocked over from Jellie's shenanigans. Jellie is supposed to stay in his apartment, however she keeps on getting out somehow, even getting to Xisuma's apartment occasionally.

-There's a grassy patch out back that acts as a backyard, but Stress has effectively taken it over. Perfect for flowers of all colors in the spring and summer, and during the winter you KNOW she’s building an ice castle from which to throw snowball at all her friends.

-Beef and, when he’s visiting, Pause get a lot of questions about Etho (since unlike X who gets one tightlipped visitor in shape of his brother Etho gets two that are willing to be vague) however they charge a fee for people to guess. They’d never actually sell him out but the guesses are always something technical related so there’s not much of a risk, he actually works as a botanist/gardener.

-Iskall is extremely good at ice hockey and, as resident Canadians, Etho and Beef have played with him. However Iskall only knows that he’s played with Beef because both beef and etho refuse to tell him who in the rink was Etho when they played.

-The only person who’s seen Xisuma's face is Keralis.

-Nobody knows what Grian does for a job. Like, when they think they've figured it out what he does, they're thrown through a loop again because he does a lot of odd jobs. Need help with a pet? Grian can help! Rip on your clothes? Don't worry, Grian knows how to fix it! Ect.

-Grian's an assassin. Iskall will make assassin jokes and Grian, without looking up from his coffee will go: "that's not how that works!" And then go back to being quiet. Everyone's like ????

-I love the idea of Grian knowing all these cool facts and when anyone acts he says 'it's because of his job,' and they still can't figure out what he does. He keeps correcting Iskall on assassin facts but they're all just like 'oh Grian sure must love those types of movies, huh.'

-Cleo teaches Joe's kid. (That means she teaches either year 2 or year 3? // 1st grade or 2nd grade?)

-Grian's family is in the mafia but he mostly just vibes. Sure, he works with the mafia, but he keeps his regular life away from work and none of the hermits (besides False because she saved the Mafia boss) know. Imagine boss looking at False and going, 'oh hey, you're already protected.' False is confused and says 'what?' But the Mafia Boss has already left.

-Etho is always in full kakashi cosplay.

-Honorary hermits apartment au: zloy and pixl have a radio show but also act as private investigators. Falsie hires them to investigate how she got the protection of the mafia. On their investigation they start asking Elybeat (that lives on a building right next to the hermits) about weird behaviors that he might have seen. Ely just goes ‘all of what they do is weird. I’ve recorded weird stuff they say and remixed it. They though it was funny and put the remixes as their elevator music.'

-Everyone thinks Etho is an assassin, but really, he's a horticulturist/botanist. He doesn't bother to correct them cause it means he doesn't get pranked, (or, as often.) Maybe someone finds out eventually? I don't know who. Maybe Doc and they keep it hush hush cause they think it's funny or something. || Maybe Bdubs finds out, (because I think he's seen Naruto?? Swear I saw a Twitter post where he recognized a Naruto joke) and he's the only one that recognizes that Etho's dressed like Kakashi and NOT an assassin. (That's lowkey a joke though.)

-Someone warns Grian against parking euro because they think Etho's an assassin and Grian just kinda goes: "alright then." Knowing that there's no way Etho is an assassin, but also realising how the hermits view that profession, he most likely starts feeling kinda bad.

-Beef used to be a car photographer and Mumbo takes photographs as a sideline when he was in college. They would occasionally chat about their past experience in the photography field and sometimes gush about cars.

-Hermit Challenges was actually a truth or dare game among the hermits. Mumbo was basically delirious from lack of sleep to explain his absolute gremlin energy. Mumbo dares Grian to steal front doors before passing out and everyone decided that was the end of that game. No one thought Grian would do the dare. A week later, everyone but Etho and Xisuma were missing their front doors (including Grian.) He stuck them in his bathroom so no one immediately saw the doors.

-As already established, Joe constantly hangs at Keralis's library. Let's say he also has a hobby for writing, and one time he was asking to himself how *insert really specific murder scene* would work in real life. Grian or Doc then overheard him and answers him in a also very specific way, he thanks them with 0 concerns and continues with his writing.

-Etho has been an assassin but it was many years ago, and retired to care for plants. (As you do.) He got hired by The Goatfather but intentionally botched the killings because, 'hey now those two are friends >:(' He and Bdubs still have the endrod game but it involves the whole apartment building and several discord messages going "located" or "flashlight on the move.'

-Stress paints all the hermit's door and puts their names on them. (-🌿)

-The organisization Grian works for is called "The Watchers!" They text him in riddles of what his missions are. This is so that if anyone peaks at his phone, they don't understand immediately!

-What if in YHS happen because of grian family and Sam is from an other family who does not support the grain family. So grian will not bring up high school and school and when joe and Cleo talk about there student grian sometimes cringes remember what happened in high school. (-🌿)

-Grian and Mumbo's hobbits holes were two cupboards they found on their respective apartments and decided to make a room out of them and named them their hobbit holes after they found out they both had them (-🐿️)

-What if it's a really old apartment and the 'hobbit holes' actually connect to each others apartment. (-🐺)

-Mumbo has these periods when he overworks like crazy and when they're over - he sleeps for like 24-36 hours straight. Everybody knows about this and help him if he falls asleep in random plaxes around the apartment. Mumbo once fell asleep right before his door and Grian tried to help him get inside while mumbling. Guess which remix were aded to the elevator music next week.

-Whenever anyone is annoyed or upset, grian sometimes pops his head up from his book and goes "who do I need to kill?" No one takes him seriously though he *would* kill for any of his friends.

-People who have left the server work nearby but have moved to new apartments. (For example, Welsknight works at a nearby food truck) (-☘️)

-With the Grian being a spy you get several oints where he thinks he's been found out but no one puts the and two together. They're all like: "Grian just likes action movies I guess."

-Scar's "wizard robe" is a bathrobe he owns. One day he forgets to change and just walks out in a bathrobe and no pants.

-Since Cleo teaches Joe's kid, maybe that extends to all the hermits' kids? Like the ones that have them, like not at the same time but at some point you know?

-I don't think I saw any regarding headgames, but I could've missed it. Anyways, what if Cleo wanted to make a big Scrapbook in her free time of all her friends, so she asks everybody to try and get pictures. So the PVP heads are candid photos, and the tradeable one are like selfies or group pictures. The other heads could just be a requirement for the picture like have a sheep in the picture. And maybe she gives the winners dinner payed by her or something.

-On the head cannon that hermits that aren’t on the server work nearby, Biffa is the actual mayor.

-Are mobs (and half mobs by extension) still a thing in apartment au? Cause if not I propose that Jevin just has cloob blue dyed hair and a bunch of blue tattoos.

-XB bakes a lot and always shares the food he makes with the others. They adore his cookies. Scar really wants to make some cookies in the shapes of disney characters with him, but he's too shy to ask. (-nameless anon)

-Perhaps Mumbo and Iskall are also protected by the mafia because of grian (perhaps scar is too) They and False have a 'we are protected and have no idea why' group (-Frost Anon)

-Imagine the hermits want to throw a nice party but X and Etho were kinda like “yeah no i’ll pass” so they make it a masquerade so that they can come- and then the whole night no one knows who anyone really is, but still has a really good time.

-Grian wanted a pet parrot, but felt like he would be terrible at taking care of one so he has toy parrots instead, those that have pre made phrases and such, and he is proud of his toy parrot pets. (-🐿️)

-Xisuma hosts a podcast! That's where all of his Xisuma speaks content ends up coming from. (-🇵🇭)

-Etho has a secret food blog called "Cooking With Etho" (based on the actual cooking with Etho segment in usually his modded stuff.) He also knows that there's hermits that either: have no idea how to cook properly or can't cook real meals due to their work. To help with this, sometimes he leaves finished meals or recipes with them (outside their doors or somehow in their fridge) and no one knows who does it prompting the theory of a self care ghost haunting the building.

(All of those in red were from Anons!)

-Joe works as a LAMP Developer.

-False has an assortment of swords, knives, etc. She even had a bow! She also has a dummy to practice fighting on.

(-@unpredictable-pancake.)

-Stress is a wedding designer. (-@the-angry-numel.)

-Iskall also works at IKEA with Bdubs. (-@mandatedempathy.)

-There's a local club that's basically fight club a few people are in. False, Iskall and a couple others are in.

-Hypno is kind of a bit of a loner. Everyone on the floor considers him a friend but he doesn't really have a best friend. He just does his own thing and people usually let him do that. He's fine with it.

-XB and Joe spend a lot of time at Keralis' library house just reading the books. Keralis usually charges every except those two because 1. They're there so often and 2. They're basically his room mates at this point. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-Ren works at a bar as a bartender or musician. (-@friendlyneighbourhoodpieceoftrash.)

-Building on the last thing with Ren as a musician or working at a bar, he works at a bar as a server but does live music on weekends. It's the bar/pub/restaurant that the hermits sometimes hang out at together.

-I can see Grian working at a pet shop but also on the side of the mafia because of YHS. Or at least he used to be involved with the mafia.

-Beef once had to cart Etho off to the hospital for a chemical burn and explain to the other tenants that the explosion heard suspiciously close by wasn’t mafia activity. Etho is just an idiot with a hobby of making homemade fireworks.

-(-@limelocked.)

-False is the chief of police for the town they live in. Iskall is a hired assassin who normally gets employed by the mysterious figure GOATfather. Doc is the GOATfather, head of the mafia. Falsie is trying to hunt down these two as well as any others associated with them. The nHo is part of the mafia. Falsie has no idea any of them are in the mafia and they refuse to kill her because she has become such a close friend to them.

-Maybe Grian is a spy instead of an assassin? The group the Watchers is a government policing organization bent on trying to crack down on mob activity in the area.

(-@creator0fchaos.)

-The elevator music is hermitgang and remixes. -(@lookitsspacekween.)

-Zedaph is a game show host. Tango makes cartoons. (-@aphion-and-on.)

-Come on, let Iskall play ice hockey! Maybe not professionally if it doesn't work for the AU but he's v good at least. (-@automnalsaffron.)

-Grian maybe works at an animal shelter or an animal rehabilitation center. So everyone who has a pet usually comes to him for help if their pet is sick or injured. (-@vahco.)

-Grian has a safe full of guns, all the Hermits know about it but think they're fake. (-@xxpzmistxx)

-X never comes out of his room so no one’s seen his face. The only way he communicates is via text, Discord, and an intercom right by his door. He almost always gets groceries whenever the hermits are busy and therefore have no time to go out- but the hermits know he’s a real person because sometimes they hear guitar solos coming from his room.

-Hypno is a voice actor!

-Joe and Cleo often go home at the same time, and all the way it's almost always Cleo complaining about her students being bratty and the likes (Bonus points if Joe carpools with Cleo, who owns a car.)

-False unknowingly helps the boss of the mafia after seeing him wounded on a street one day, earning her their protection.

-As a callback to Season 6, Stress became a cat lady for a bit while False became a dog lady. As an added bonus: Cleo became nuts when Cub decided to gift her with spiders for her birthday or some other event.

-Mumbo still sidelines as a cameraman/film director for short documentaries and comedy sketches where he often invites Zed and his buddy Jack to act maybe?

-The first time X was proven to be an actual person was when the girls temporarily kicked the boys out to have the apartment all to themselves for a girls’ night which prompted the boys to have their own boys’ night. X was wearing his grey helmet that night so his face was still obscured tho, and from that day forward they always had a weekly girls’ night and boys’ night alternating on which group gets to have the apartment to themselves.

-False may seem like she can take a shot or two, but in reality she’s very lightweight and easily drunk, and is always the first one wasted. She becomes a flirty drunk who flirts with everyone and everything when she’s tipsy, an angry drunk the more she drinks and eventually a sad drunk before passing out. Cleo and Stress, her drinking buddies, always find amusement in this.

-As a callback to Xb living a thousand blocks away from society in s7, maybe he lives at the highest floor where not many (if not no one) occupies?

(-@heyitsroby.)

-Civil War started because they used to get groceries delivered to their doors and Grian started stealing them when they were left in the doorstep. Everyone stole each others groceries until one day they went into teamss of one side vs the other side of the corridor to the other until Grian stole so many groceries Dic was like 'Dammit!' He started going to the store to get groceries instead of getting them delivered to his door after that. (-@sayeshaa1108.)

-Regarding apartment au: Zedaph is similar to miu iruma from danganronpa: making the weirdest inventions and coaxing the other hermits into doing weird things for science. (-@oh-hecc-im-stupid.)

-Idk if Doc has a profession yet in the apartment au, but it just struck me- what if he owned a private casino?? Cause of s7? Just a thought! (-@853dragons.)

-Cleo really enjoys doing miniature diorama scenes. Like the tiny dudes from "Night at The Museum". She's like crazy good at it, and Joe will sometimes base his poems and stories off of her dioramas. Also maybe Joe has published a book of poems and short stories? (-@lynxes15.)

-Doc works as a social engineer and part time mafia boss. He rarely shows up for game nights. However, when he does, nobody else stands a chance.

-Tango, Impulse and Zedaph go over to each other's rooms so often they practically live together in an apartment room 3X bigger than everyone else.

(-@trashedeggnog.)

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-Everyone finds out Grian is an assassin/mafia boss because someone from a different gang (*cough cough* sam gladiator *cough cough*) found out where he lives and tried to murder him. Queue epic gun fight scene. If you want some angst, Grian gets shot a couple of times in the fight but didn’t realize it because of the adrenaline and passes out. (-Anon.)

-Imagine someone like, finding Grian's guns and weapons and just being :0 and Grian is a little nervous. But then the other hermit just think the guns are cool (it's probably either etho or doc) and they're just gushing over how cool the guns are. Grian is relieved. (-Anon.)

-iJevin owns at least one gun. He's not in the mafia or a cop or anything, it's just cool and legal so he as one. He's the constant counter for the other gun owning hermits who have them for more mafia related purposes (context: jevin owns at least one gun irl) (-Anon.)