#you just show up w/ ur stupid outfit

[ya-boi-hawkeye]

sceleritus fel has absolutely nothing on cespenar tbqh

[sweet-as-an-angel]

hello ! i loved ur hcs for ghost x innocent reader sm, what do you think of könig x innocent reader? love ur writing ♡

König w/ an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Overprotective König, Rizzed-Out König, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

There is nothing König won’t do for you.

Your overall calm, kind demeanour brings him peace he’s never known before.

And because of that – because he adores you beyond measure – he can get very…protective.

He often treats you as more fragile than you actually are.

Horror film playing in the background while you’re talking ? It’s getting switched off.

A picture of someone exposing a shoulder in a swimsuit catalogue? It’s getting thrown into a fire.

A pair of your own underwear left unattended next to the wash bin? König’s stuffing it into the bottom of the basket.

There comes a point where you have to tell him that, yes, while you may be a little naïve, even a bit oblivious, you’re not stupid.

And, as best he can, König treats you as you want to be treated, which is to say not as if you are a nigh-extinct species of flower.

And, given this new ‘power’ as such – this permission to show you the less rounded edges of life – König begins to have some rather self-serving ideas.

Regardless of if you like horror films or not, König will use it against you.

He’ll test your stomach for terror, putting something frightening on whenever you’re having date night to see if you’ll cling to him.

And if you do, irrespective of whether you fear what’s happening on-screen or not, his soul will ascend.

He can die happy when you hold on to him, nuzzling into his side while quietly asking him to “Hold me, Köni. Please.”

Makes him feel all big and important.

Wear his clothes around him, my God–

First time he saw you in his hoodie – after an impromptu visit from the Rain God made your original outfit unusable – he literally did a double-take.

He dropped the plate he was washing, grasped at it as it slipped between his soap-frothed fingers.

He just punched it into the sink, heard something crack, and turned his attention to you. And only you.

“I– You–” König couldn’t even form a full sentence as you stared at him, half-peeking from behind the door.

“You look…” He racked every file, folder and confine of his mind for anything to describe how he felt right now, how you made him feel.

It just came out as a strangled noise. And, smiling, you hurried into his arms.

You didn’t mind that they were soapy and wet. And neither did König.

Though, the only reason he didn’t was because his brain was so positively fried that he quite literally could think of nothing else except you.

The longer you’ve been dating, the more comfortable König becomes with being rougher with you, shall we say.

It all starts when you start doing things you never did before.

Like letting your hands slip lower beneath his waist, resting on his hips; Sitting on his lap when there are no other spaces available – and then eventually when there are seats available; saying his name like that – “Köni,” when you need help.

“I just can’t do it all by myself. I need someone big and strong to do it for me.”

And, regardless of how sincere you sound when you say it, regardless of how you bat your eyelashes and plump your lips when you look up at him, König is far too whipped to say no.

At first, König genuinely doesn’t think you’re doing it intentionally.

And neither do you, until you see the effect it has on him.

Making his cheeks flush and a pillow find its way to his lap when he sits on the sofa, your head placed precariously close to the growing issue between his legs.

Now, König isn’t the type to go throwing accusations around.

But when he catches you wearing his favourite hoodie, balancing on the edge of the kitchen counter to reach something placed on top of the cabinets (and I don’t mean the top shelf; I mean on TOP of the cabinets – like when you’re hiding a Christmas gift), your underwear peeking just below the hem, he can’t take it.

He knows what you’re doing.

And now that you’ve let onto him, with your doe eyes and your exasperated “Köni, I need you–” he’s gone. Snapped.

Just because you’re “innocent” doesn’t mean you’re exempt from König’s wrath.

To put it plainly, König didn’t seem so shy or frightful of damaging that night as he pinned you to the wall and took you for the first time <3

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[blossomarlia]

heyyyy hope ur having a good day, just requesting a drabble (if ur up to it) w maybe like James and a reader who feels like she has bad fashion taste, kind of niche so don't worry if u don't want to write it!

hii tysm for this request, it was so fun to write! hope your day is wonderful too <3

summary: james finds you stressing over your fashion sense

james potter x fem!reader

warnings: mild sexual implications

“Hey, sweetheart?” James calls as he comes out of the shower. You look up from your spot on the bedroom floor glumly, barely even able to make the most of this opportunity to look at your boyfriend with his shirt off. Perhaps if you ask him later on he’ll take it off again, just to make up for lost time. 

“Hi,” You say, unsuccessfully attempting to insert some cheer into your voice. “Sorry, not dressed yet.”

“We’ve ages before we need to leave- you can go like that, if you want to.” He shrugs, eyebrows knitting together as he takes in your expression. You look down at your outfit; track-pants and a t-shirt out of James’ drawer. Definitely not appropriate attire for meeting friends for dinner and drinks. “Everything alright?”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” You sigh, sounding pathetic even to your own ears. The countless skirts, pants and tops strewn across your bedroom floor are evidence to the opposite, and you know you have nice clothing. Supply isn’t the issue, it’s your apparent lack of ability to select the right combination. “I can’t put together a nice outfit.”

“Sure you can,” James says easily, pulling on boxers and a t-shirt before joining you on the floor, his knee pressing against your thigh. “What about that lovely wrap skirt you wore to my parents’ house for lunch?”

“I don’t know what to wear it with.” You stare dejectedly at the offending item of clothing, which you’ve tried on with about six tops- including the one from last weekend- and taken off again. Nothing looks right, nothing feels like something you’d want to show up to dinner in. Shamefully, you’re struck with jealousy towards your other friends; Lily, with her grown-up outfits that might as well live in a fashion catalogue; Marlene always so effortless and cool; Mary in figure-hugging fabrics that make her look like a goddess. You don’t have the same ability, it seems, instead left totally incapable of even pairing jeans with a top that won’t make you feel as if you’re doing an impression of someone with taste vastly different to yours. 

You sigh, growing more frustrated by the second. James, noticing, shuffles closer and wraps a strong arm around you. His wet hair sprinkles you as he turns to press a kind kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t stress over it, honey-girl. What’s got you so upset?”

“I don’t know.” You press your face to your knees where they’re pulled up, feeling stupid. “I don’t feel very… good, at this. Picking outfits. It’s silly.”

“It isn’t,” James is quick to correct. “But it’s not true, either- you have fantastic outfits, sweetheart. Did someone say otherwise?”

The truth is, nobody’s mentioned your fashion taste at all, really. That’s the problem- silly as it seems. In groups of friends, you’re nobody’s first choice for outfit advice, never the receiver of compliments on your clothing choices. You try really hard to wear clothing that’ll suit you, mimic outfits you see online or from the various stylish people in your life, but none of it feels or looks right. You always look so awkward, you think. Never quite correctly proportioned, never cohesively coloured or textured. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong, you only see the result of it in the mirror each morning. 

“No,” You shake your head. “I just… feel as if none of my clothes look right, when I put them together. I haven’t got good style.” 

It feels like such a shameful thing to admit, both for the childishness of the confession and the truth of it. You can hardly look at James- not for lack of trying on his part, as he squeezes you and presses a kiss to your cotton-clothed shoulder.

“That’s not the case at all!” 

“It is a bit. It’s alright, Jamie, I’m being dramatic. It’s only frustrating me right now because I can’t find something good to wear tonight,” You assure him, voice muffled against your legs. You’re not trying to sound quite as sad as you do. “Sorry.”

He cups your cheek in one hand, so gently that you don’t realise he’s bringing your face up to his level until he’s done it. You blink quickly. “No sorries, my darling. C’mere.”

You’ll go crazy before you reject a cuddle from your boyfriend, so it’s with little resistance that you let him pull you halfway onto his lap and wrap you in his fresh shower smell and warmth. You’re almost lying down, head nestled under his chin and arms around his middle as he rubs gentle lines down your back. 

“You,” He says thoughtfully, “Have really lovely taste in clothing. I know it’s true because I think it each time you come home from the shops and show me what you’ve bought, or try on things before we go out. I particularly love your taste in things during the winter time- not just because you use several of my jumpers- really, because you do such a wonderful job of choosing things that are lovely and interesting. I also love it when you mix colours, especially in the summer, because I know that I’ll have a much greater chance of matching flowers to your outfit when I buy them for you.” 

You laugh despite yourself, sitting up a little and accepting the sweet kiss he offers you. James’ thumb draws soft circles on the skin on front of your ear, his fingers comforting in your hair. 

“I’ve been the sillier of the two of us, really,” He goes on. “Not telling you how much I like all the things you wear. I didn’t realise you weren’t feeling pleased about your clothes, baby, I’ll be sure to let you know from now on.”

“It’s not something you’ve done wrong,” You frown, not wanting to fish for compliments. James gives you plenty of them; it’s not his fault if your specific fashion choices haven’t caught his attention, and you don’t want him to feel bad about it.

He considers this. “S’pose not, but it’s hardly going to be an issue for me to externalise a few more of my thoughts. Do it plenty already, don’t I?”

You breathe out another giggle. “Maybe.”

“‘Maybe’, she says,” James teases, digging his fingers into your ribs and laughing when you squirm away. “I mean it, though. I’ll only be being honest, and I hear that’s rather healthy for relationships.”

“Crazy,” You say sarcastically. There’s a brief lull, and you’re perfectly happy to stay in his arms like this as long as he’ll have you. “You really think it’s not so bad? My style?” “Not in the slightest, sweetheart. I love your style, I love all your clothes.” He confirms. You search his handsome face, his dimples, his kind eyes, and find only patient assurance. “Still, it matters quite a lot less what I think; if you’re unhappy, we can go shopping and find some new outfits for you to wear.”

You sigh. “I’m not sure that’ll help. I’m worried that I don’t have the ability to pick the right stuff, I… I don’t even think I really know what my style is.”

“Well, we could ask for help if you’d like it. I’m sure our friends would be happy to lend a hand- or if you’re not keen on it, we could spend a little while trying out different styles to find what suits you the best. Whatever would make you happy, angel.”

You’re a little overwhelmed with how much you like and love your boyfriend, so instead of attempting to express it you press your lips to his, pleased as ever when he moves his hands to your waist and pulls you closer to his chest. You’re sure you could stay like this forever, happy and together on the floor of your bedroom, but your phone’s alarm reminds you that it’s time to get ready. You pull yourself reluctantly off James, who’s looking a little dazed himself, and let out a long breath. 

“You’re very kind, Jamie,” You say. He grins. 

“Could show you how kind, if you-” “Mm-mm.” You shake your head before you can be too tempted by the tickle of his calloused fingertips under the edge of your t-shirt. “We have to leave in half an hour, and I do have to decide on something to wear tonight.”

He groans as if you’re telling him you’ll never kiss him again, sitting up properly and letting you climb off his lap. “You’re far too responsible, sweetheart. It’s your sole flaw.”

You pat his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you later. For now-” You survey the piles of clothing around you- “I suppose I’d better just choose something I’ve worn before.”

James gets to his feet, looking at the sum of your side of the wardrobe and humming contemplatively. “Well, nothing wrong with that.” 

“Mm,” You half-agree.

He bends down and grabs a black longsleeve in one hand, your jeans in the other. “This always looks good, don’t you think? I could lend you one of my jackets to go with it.”

You nod without giving yourself time to stress about all the other times you’ve worn something similar, smiling fondly up at James’ hopeful expression. “That’s a good idea. Thank you.” “It’s no hardship, angel,” He says lightly, handing you the clothes. “Just don’t overthink it, yeah? You’re so pretty.” You look away to hide your blush, still shy when he compliments you so earnestly, and James makes a happy sort of sound. “And cute, I mean-”

“Okay, enough!” You laugh, taking the clothing just to shut him up.

[channoticedmeuwu]

⌨️ CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S “POV” !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, hurt comfort if you wanna squint, established relationship!au | w — ur sitting in his lap just a heads up

a/n — not over “empty headed just you” soobin, not over it at all. help me. please.

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS 34 + 35 !!

sitting on his lap while he's typing away on his desktop pc— head on your shoulder, eyes glazing over the screen. his lips on your exposed shoulder, leaving wet kisses and lightly groaning, totally tired and out of it. again, soobin wasn't the type to act lovey dovey in public, or even private, much of the time. you'd barely see him do much, he'd resort to other ways of expressing his love— like telling you your hairstyle compliments your outfit, or would bring home something yummy from the bakery.

but moments of the night, clock ticking to show 1:46 AM, and after a long day of typing away at a screen at work, here he was, typing away at home. he'd give it up if it wasn't for knowing it'll pay off later in the future. but right now, he was stuck with feeling absolutely fucked over by his daily routine, mind in shambles and not a thought behind his eyes when he'd lay down to sleep.

and that's where you came in, giggling echoing in the room as water from the humidifier sloshed and sputtered, sounds of his lips on your skin, vibrations of his heartbeat on your back— clicking of the keyboard inconsistent because he couldn't love you and work at the same time. and sometimes he'd halt the typing, fingers on your thighs as he moved his legs to wrap around your waist, help to receive adequate blood supply. “can't feel m’ feet,” he'd chuckle lazily, pressing his forehead on the back of your neck.

and you'd flick your fingers at his feet to tease him, and feel him shudder because he's feeling stars in his legs. and he'd squirm, tightening his legs around you and letting out a struggled giggle, an extended whine as he'd say, “stop it!”

and the boring old document would be forgotten when you'd ask if you could flip to face him— and you'd see what a mess he was. tears brimming in his eyes from being overstimulated by literally anything, neck weak and laying his head on the headrest, lips apart and full, glistening from the kisses. and he'd ask with a burning sensation on his cheeks if you could run your fingers on his temples, eyes fluttering shut at the contact and letting out a sigh.

and he'd start blabbering, you don't even know what he's talking about—muttering about his “stupid fuckin’ boss” and the “stupid fuckin’ colleagues.” and how much he just wished he could do this forever, feel like this forever— warm in his chest and tingles in his cheeks, loving the way the bridge of your nose on his neck and your scent wafting around him.

and when you'd tell him you felt the same, poor boy was shocked out of his mind. the mere idea of the extent of his feelings being reciprocated was too much, and he'd apply more force to his fingers while rubbing the skin on your back. he'd ask, “do you really?” as if it was a surprise, and you'd remind him you've been dating for nearly 2 years. of course you'd mean it.

and he'd press his lips together in thought, like no shit, soobin. and you'd giggle at him, pinching his cheeks and asking if he was growing stupider the more he spent his hours at work.

but no, that wasn't the case. not at all. couldn't you see it was you— his eyelids had your picture tattooed to them, his chest would involuntarily stop to match your breathing with his own, his fingers would itch for the feeling of your skin, his lips belonged to you. even if he was able to spend a few hours with you, you'd have him growing stupider with any sentence you'd say to him. and the way you didn't even know, didn't you see you were driving him insane?

“god,” he'd mutter with a gasp, head turning away as he grew shyer with you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

��i feel like i just fell in love with you all over again.”

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[lust4life01]

hi!!! i love ur past work for david loki and i was wondering if you could maybe do a kinda part 2 of the sunshine/grumpy trope? maybe where he gets jealous w smut? teehee thank you, you write him soso well!!

Too Sweet? Part 2

Part 1 - Too Sweet

First of all, thank you Anon💘 sorry this took so long (blame writers block🙈) but I hope you enjoy this!!

Pairing: David Loki x f/reader

Warnings 18+!!: Kinda toxic behaviour, jealousy, smut, rough sex, degrading, penetrating sex, unprotected, make up sex, aftercare

The tension that occurred within the small apartment was enough to reach out and choke a man to death. Enough to stab a man in the back and proceed to laugh in his face.

You and David had been seeing each other ever since that night you forced yourself to knock on his door and confess your excruciatingly obvious feelings. It was odd, there was no label but it was more than just sex. There was an element of care. That was until you had gotten in a small stupid fight, a very conventional normal one that happens between a couple. Yet unfortunately with David, this couldn’t be a small conventional fight. To him it was an illuminated warning sign that wouldn’t stop flashing red. To him this was a sign that your sweetness was incompatible with his damaged self, so as a result he called everything off.

“Are you fucking serious right now Loki? Because we had one stupid fight you don’t want to see me anymore? Are fucking kidding me.”

You huff out in frustration, confusion, a feeling of betrayal? Running your hand through your hair and your brows furrowed, you waited for him to turn his back from you, to look at you in the eyes and explain. The smudged mascara still sat below your lash line from the tears that occurred from the fight previous.

With his back still turned, he wiped a hand over his face “Look. This isn’t going to work. Alright. We had some fun and now it’s over. No big deal.”

His voice monotone as he gives you practically nothing to work with.

A baffled scoff leaves your mouth as he so carelessly dismisses you. Your mouth agape as your head tries to make sense of this shitty situation. “You know what , fine Loki. If that’s all this means to you. Fuck you.”

You grab your bag whilst muttering to yourself “fucking asshole” and stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door on your way out.

Once you had gone Loki picked up a whiskey glass from the side of the dimly lit kitchen and hurled it across the room, the liquor spilling from it with almost just as much aggression and angry as the man who threw it.

He didn’t know why he had done it, not really. Not the fact that his whiskey glass was now shattered to pieces, but he didn’t fully understand his reasoning for pushing you away after a slight disagreement. Maybe it was your tears that did it for it, but that’s seemed like a weak excuse. Or because he could hurt you? Bullshit. He was a detective for god sakes, yet he couldn’t fully rationalise his own decisions and reasonings. It was bordering on pathetic.

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It was the next day and you still showed up to work, whilst your kind of ‘boyfriend/colleague you were fucking and had some sort of emotional need for’ had brushed you off so casually last night, you still walked into work, looking great with a smile on your face.

Sure you were generally a sweet kind caring person who brings coffee and a warm smile to people in the morning, you also however hate to be fucked over. And to be honest, you felt pretty fucked over. There was no way you were going loose yourself over it though, no there was a far better way. Jealousy.

Look you’re a detective, you knew full well Loki hadn’t done what he did from a loss of attraction, but you did notice that Loki was pretty possessive, which seemed like it came from a place of pride. So you putting on a daring yet so blatantly overt outfit, a subtle but gorgeous makeup look, and wearing a perfume that got you quite a few compliments, was clearly the move forwards.

Swaying into the office, coffee in hand for the other workers of course, you stand at the front desk. “Hey Keith, coffee” placing it down on the desk with a sweet smile.

The bald headed man thanked you and returned the same simplistic grin of gratitude.

You could feel the eyes in the room shift to you, especially since Loki had come in to work in a a foul mood, and here you were, bright as a summers day. Loki and you were never fully official or anything but the rumours spread around the office pretty quick. So when you two came in with completely contrasting moods, it gained you more attention than usual.

You quickly made you way to one of your colleagues whom you chatted to semi regularly. He was nice enough, the same age as you too. Many people had made jokey comments about how you two would make a cute couple and it was slightly obvious he was attracted to you. Physically, sure he was good looking, but lord didn’t he know it. He was the type of guy to be so self indulgent and not even realise it. But he wasn’t all bad. He was always nice to you and tried his best to get you involved in conversation, even if it was just to have an excuse to ask you out for drinks every other night. Almost every time you would refuse, being drowned in work and then drowned in Lokis sheets. Not anymore though.

Leaning against your colleagues desk, which happen to be in the room directly opposite where Loki’s was. You greeted him with a smile whilst twirling your finger in your hair subtly.

“Hey Ryan, how’s it going?”

Your colleague’s usual cocky demeanour had taken a back seat and he looked slight nervous to talk to you, the smell of your perfume illuminated the air as he tried to build up his own confidence and play it cool.

“Hey. Good. Yeah I’m good, and you?” He let out a small cough after and searched your eyes eagerly for approval whilst still trying to keep his nonchalant act up.

Amused by this, you let out a grin that stretched wide across your face. “Yeah I’m doing pretty good thanks.” You touch his forearm gently “So I was wonder if you could do me a favour?”

He squinted his eyes playfully, questioning what you could possible need from him. “Hmmm, go on.”

A small giggle left your lips before continuing “Okay well if we’re being honest, I’m looking at a case and I need fresh eyes.” Motioning to him as a smug grin pulls at his lips, you continue. “And of course you’re pretty incredible at your job.” You cringe at the words coming from your mouth and Ryan nods his head obnoxiously, matching the playful awkwardness of your flattery.

He chuckles but finally accepts.

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Meanwhile, David had his nose buried in some papers all morning. He had been ignoring or bitterly snapping at anyone he came in contact with. The distant sounds of chuckles make him lift his eyes from the papers in front of him and in the direction of the noise, through the big glass windows.

His already furrowed brows furrow even further when he sees you leaning against another detectives desk, touching his arm, laughing with him. Irritation immediately started to possess him. Why on earth were you that close to him?

Loki thought the guy you were laughing with was a fucking idiot. He could never take to him. Loki was some what of a mentor to him but he always found him to be a cocky jackass. It also didn’t help that one, it has been not even 24 hours since you had stormed out of his apartment. All the emotions and words were still fresh. And two, everyone in the office used to talk about how you two would make a cute couple. It was bizarre to Loki how anyone could see a stuck up asshole like him being with you, an absolute sweetheart.

What the fuck were you playing at?

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Take out boxes sat on the desks as you continued to possess a huge smirk on your face. For lunch, you and Ryan had gotten food from yours and Lokis usual favourite lunch spot. You made sure the bag stayed on the table, so Loki would see it.

Ryan loomed over your shoulder whilst reading some case files and giving his opinions.

You didn’t need them. His opinions were pretty futile to you. You did feel slightly guilty for using him as a pawn, but he was a fuck boy who was always trying to get you in his bed, so fair game I guess.

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Loki had seen. This only further pissed him off. Not even 24 hours later and you were sharing his favourite sandwich shop with some cocky kid who was dying to fuck you. He just couldn’t believe you were acting like this, hanging out with that asshole you’d called a creep before, this was not his sweet girl.

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Most people had gone home, aside from a few others, you and Ryan included. You knew that Loki would still be here. That’s the only reason you’d asked Ryan to say behind with you. He was usually one of the first to be out of the office in seconds. Loki use to bitch about it when Ryan first started, as Loki was the one who was supposed to supervise him.

You and Ryan had decided to take a break and he offered to go grab you guys some coffee.

As he stood with two coffees in hand, he was talking to another colleague around the same age as him.

Loki cursed to himself quietly as he walked into the room to also grab himself a coffee. As the coffee machine started, he could hear the conversation happening between the two men.

“Yeah man I’m not kidding. She wants to fuck me so bad it’s obvious. She came up to me this morning and was all like-“ He started to imitate an exaggerated impression of you pertaining to something sexual, catching Lokis ear intently.

Laughing obnoxious the other man chimed in “Dude you should just bone her on the desk at this point.”

If Loki bit his tongue any harder it would cut straight off. Fury overcame him at the sheer audacity of them to speak about you in such a way.

Turing around he interrupted the two younger guys conversation.

“Do you think that’s how we’re supposed to talk about women here? Do you think that’s how a fucking man speaks about his own colleague?”

Embarrassing and guilt immediately washed over the guys as they both fell silent.

Loki looked between the two of them, completely over todays antics. You acting like Ryan was suddenly Marlon Brando or something and Ryan thinking he was fucking Marlon Brando.

“Hey, take a hike. Go home.”

Ryan scoffs but complies sheepishly. Loki did have some authority over him, and to be honest after being caught he did just kind of want to go home. Anything would be better than chocking on the thick irritable air that surrounded Loki.

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Now that your fun was over after Ryan left, you’d decided to head out. You descending from the tall building into the cool night breeze. The streets were pretty busy with it being a Friday night. As you walked to your car, the sounds of footsteps and a man’s voice could be heard behind you. “Excuse me, Miss? Miss? Sorry mam?”

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Loki followed you out shortly after, leaving the building to the night air and lights. Until he sees you a little ways down the street. It’s hard to see but it’s clearly you and some other random guy. As he watched a little harder, he saw you writing something on a piece of paper and hand it to the man.

He actually couldn’t believe it. How had you gone from his sweet perfect girl to some sort of whore within a couple of hours. The rage he felt today only built even further. You flirt with some sleeze all day, and then you give out your number to some random after 2 minutes. He knew this was probably you trying to punish him but what the fuck?

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“Excuse me mam? I’m so sorry to bother you but I saw your bag and I was just wondering what the name of it was, please?”

You looked at him slightly confused, but he caught the expression and immediately explained. “Its my wife’s birthday in a week and I think she’d really love this purse. Would you be able to give me the name please?”

You eagerly engaged with the man, thinking it was sweet and thoughtful. “Oh yeah of course! I’ll write down the name and the website for you.”

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Ten minutes after you’d gotten home, an aggressive knock loudly vibrated through your apartment. Running to the door to check through the peephole, you let out a breath as you saw Loki and not some axe murder.

You open the door quickly “Loki, what the fuck? I thought you were some sort of creep or psycho.” You were clearly pissed, your arms crossed over your chest.

He let out an amused yet irritated huff, “yeah, you’d probably try to fuck me either way.”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are, huh? You throw me out and come to my door and-“

The sounds of scoffs interrupted you “I didn’t throw you out, it wasn’t like that”

Amused by his audacity, you laugh and roll your eyes “Oh sure Loki.”

The bickering continued between the two of you, neither one of you are able to get a word in as you both childishly shout at each other

“I saw you, drooling all over that fuck bag, who was saying some pretty disgusting shit about you by the way”

You were no on longer shouting over him, but just silently listening. You dipped your head down avoiding his eyes. Todays antics started to feel quite shameful. You were hurt. Playing pretend and making Loki jealousy all day was just a cover up really.

He stepped in closer and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His voice became low, the anger still present in his throat as his face was so close to yours “Only I can think those thoughts about you.”

The aggression made your legs squeeze together. His possessive eyes bored into yours.

Next thing you new he was all over you, he had you up against your apartment wall, eagerly nipping at you neck. You whined and snaked your fingers to his hair, making his groan lowly.

You finally made it to your bedroom, where he practically threw you on to the bed, immediately wasting no time in pulling your clothes off.

Just as you were down to your bra and panties, your phone on the nightstand started to call.

Loki stopped what he was doing and looked up at you.

Your heart beat was rapid in your ear, from the intensity of the close proximity, and also the fact that the interruption of the phone call was something Loki wasn’t going to let go of.

“Forget it, let it ring.” You huffed at quietly, your voice breathy.

He was already reaching for it before you had finished your sentence. Sliding up the bed, you rested your back against the pillows as he held the phone up to your face.

The screen showed that it was Ryan trying to call you. You just stared at Loki, not sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d actually done anything with him.

Before you could say anything , Lokis’ hand had pushed your panties to the side and his thumb was rubbing your clit. In his other hand, the vibrating phone remained.

A small moan left your lips at the contact, which soon turned into a gasp of concern as Loki accepted the call.

He continued to rub your clit, increasing the speed as you tried to remain quiet.

Ryan’s voice started to play out from the phone “Hey (y,n) you there?”

You tried your hardest not to whimper as Loki pressed two fingers into your entrance.

It had been silent on your end of the call whilst Ryan still tried to see if you were there.

Loki brought the phone up to his ear, still thrusting his fingers into you, keeping his eyes on your face as you tried to hold back your moans.

“Hey sorry man, she’s a bit busy right now.”

Before Ryan could respond Loki had already put the phone down and was now ripping off your panties

“Thinking he can touch you, fucking scumbag.”

“Fuck Loki” you hummed out after suppressing your shallow moans. As he leaned back to take off his shirt you sat up, eagerly unzipping his pants

“Yes, say my name sweetheart” he whispered into your ear shallowly whilst gripping your hair.

The ache between your legs was started to become unbearable, you practically consumed him as you brought your lips together with such an intense desperation.

He pushed your shoulders so you were flat on your back, putting his two large palms on your knees and eagerly opening your legs.

Before you knew it Loki was inside of you, the stretch making you whine and thrust your fingers through his hair tightly.

His hips moved quickly and deeply, he was showing you exactly who you belonged to. As his thrusts became harder he took your nipple into his mouth, first swirling his tongue around it and then nipping.

“Fuck Loki, I’m think I’m gonna-“

Before your could finish your sentence Lokis mouth was off you and his thrust stopped completely. “Did I tell you you can cum? Hm?”

“Please Loki. Please I need you so bad!”

He laughed at your pathetic whimpering and quickly turned you on your front. Your wrists found themselves against your back with Loki’s hand holding them tightly.

Entering you again he moaned at the feeling of your cunt, slamming hard into you again. The sound of moans and skin slapping was the only thing that could be heard in your apartment.

Still thrusting into you, Loki got close to your ear “Whose the only person who can fuck you this good?”

Whining you answer “You, Loki. Fuck only you.”

As you answers Loki had snuck his fingers to your clit and started to rub harshly. “Good. Now be a good fucking slut and cum for me.”

The minute your ears heard those words you were coming apart for Loki. As you came on his cock, Loki shortly followed, grunting out praises.

After your highs Loki had falling on top of your back, pecking kisses along your shoulder blades.

Pulling out, he turned you on your back so you were face to face with him. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded and smiled up at him.

Brushing your hair behind your ear he began to speak “Look, y,n. I’m sorry, about yesterday I-“

Knowing that Loki was bad with his words you cut him off by shushing him. “Hey, it’s okay. Just talk to me next time.”

He didn’t response but there was a mutual understanding between the two of you.

A second later he was up and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and grabbing you a warm wet flannel. He gently opened your legs and wiped you down.

The room was mostly dark apart from a small street lamp eliminating your room. You lit a candle and turned to Loki who was leant against your headboard. He tapped the space next to him on the bed and you crawled up next to him, his arm caging you into his side.

The room had a comfortable silence until Loki began to speak. “So. Um who was that guy you gave your number to?”

A puzzled look spread across your face. Loki’s eyes stuck to your face like glue. Some jealousy and hurt still remaining.

You started to giggle, finally figuring out what he was talking about.

“What’s so funny?” Loki asked slightly offended.

“Baby, I wasn’t giving out my number. The guy liked my bag. He wanted to get one for his wife so I wrote down the name and website.”

That could have been a bare faced lie, but Loki believed you. Embarrassing now consuming him as you giggled. “Oh.”

“Yeah”

You stayed wrapped up in each others arms all night, the feeling of each other breathing becoming like a lullaby.

Ahh thank you for this request, I had so much fun writing it!! Also not proof read, hehe. 💘

[around1302]

IV. SAY MY NAME

SPARE PARTS: a series (4/20)

WEMBLEY’S AFTER PARTY, LOUIS’ FLAT

(W) strong language, drug/alcohol use, oral (female receiving), fingering

a/n before we start: in case u didn’t read the series’ brief and are like ‘whoa hold on we’re only on part four and this is happening?!’ this is enemies with benefits! their relationship? a slow burn for sure. the fucking? yeah if u came for slow burn smut ur in the wrong place. ANYWAY.

CHARLIE’S POV

If someone shot my in the head right now, I’d die a happy woman doped up on adrenaline and post-anxiety jitters.

"My favourite sign had to be that one about cutting Harry's hair," Liam laughs, making us all chuckle as we recall the giant scissors someone had actually spent the time and effort making. Impressive, really.

“Alright, leave it out,” Harry snaps, but even he’s grinning ear to ear. We all are, I have no doubt in my mind we’ll all be suffering with split cheeks tomorrow.

Oh, and a heavy head.

“I was already pumped for this party, but it’s going to be so much better now,” Niall reminds me of our destination – Louis’ second London flat, just by Wembley – but after playing to 90,000 a few shots don’t sound so bad now.

“Is everyone already there?” I ask, swiping my sweaty hair out of my face. I didn’t account for partying in the same gear I’ve been dancing about on stage for an hour and a half.

“Yeah, look,” Louis shows us a video his friend sent half an hour ago, at least thirty people already littering his apartment. The light a dim blue and something bass-y booming behind them, “gave Stan a key when we arrived so he could set up.”

I squint, just being able to make out Amelia and Zayn in the background tipping back a shot. I can already tell this party’s going to be her highlight – until her designs get processed, her job is just adding alterations to designs our old stylist already set up for us so she doesn’t sue us.

We all rush into the building when our driver drops us to avoid anyone seeing us, and (still pretty high on adrenaline) decided to run a few flights before giving up on floor three and taking the lift.

The five of us cram in, hyperventilating and sweaty and still giggling over nothing. We spill into the flat as we reach Louis’ floor, forgetting the penthouse is one floor to itself, and get thrown right into the party.

People cheer when they realise it’s us, coming over to congratulate us and throw alcohol at us. It’s so instantly overwhelming I forget how to see for a moment, the smell of liquor and weed and the bass thrumming through my chest blinding anything else.

“You were a-mazing! We were watchin’ from t’side for half n’hour and s’the best half hour of my liiiiife!” Amelia throws her arms around me, already clearly a little tipsy, engulfing me in Chanel perfume and expensive vodka. I laugh, wrapping my arms around her waist as someone I don’t recognise passes me a shot and I (not so gratefully) thank them with a nod.

“Thank you, and thank you for this,” I glance down at my outfit, “way better than what it was before.”

“True,” she sways, her arm still around me, “M’a genius. Niall!” She spots her boyfriend behind me and let’s me go, rushing over to do the same thing to him. Zayn’s next, seemingly waiting his turn to grab and spin me around. I scream, trying not to spill my shot as I whack him to put me down.

“You were sick, Char.”

“Thank you,” I gush, “do you want this shot?” I hold it up, knowing full well it’s vodka and knowing full well I despise vodka. With a passion.

“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head, pushing it my direction with a sly grin, “all for you, baby. Liam! You were amazing,” he passes me to hug my bandmates and I’m left alone with my ugly little stupid shot.

“Bottoms up,” Harry’s whisper suddenly echoes in my right ear, but by the time I look up all I see is the back of his head as he hugs someone by the counter.

I take a deep breath, maybe a few more, followed by a few more, say a silent Hail Mary, and tip it back. I wince and try not to gag at the hot taste of bad mistakes burning a strip down my throat.

“Is Charlie actually being fun tonight?” Louis sneaks up behind me, throwing an arm around my shoulder, his own shot between his tattooed fingers.

I turn my head, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I’m always fun, bitch,” I steal his shot and down it before he can say anything – and unlike the yell I thought I was about to receive, he whoops and kisses the side of my head.

I hide how badly I want to vomit till he leaves.

“M’kay, kiss, marry, fuck–”

“It’s kill, marry, fuck,” he adds behind a chuckle, “idiot.”

“You.”

“What?”

“You. Kill you.”

“Fine,” Harry sighs, eyes reddened by liquor and whatever he smoked outside with Zayn, “Connor and Paula.”

“Marry Connor,” I say without hesitation. Connor’s our photographer, and damn sweet. Plus, Paula’s terrifying – which is why she’d be a good, “fuck Paula, all day every day.”

Harry snorts, tipping his head back. I lazily watch the action, the shots and the drinks and the weed stopping my body retracting from the touch that lingers so close to my neck on the back of Louis’ crimson sofa.

“Right,” I turn my body, tucking my legs under me and scanning the room. Everyone’s become a little blurrier, a little less recognisable, so I land on what we know, “Niall, Liam, me.”

Harry pushes his tongue into his cheek, clearing his throat before sitting up and facing me, too.

“Marry Liam. He’d know how to do my taxes,” true, “kill Niall–”

“Kill Niall?”

“Yes,” he sighs, hazy sea foam dropping to my lips for a brief, brisk second, “couldn’t kill you, princess.”

I roll my eyes, repulsion seemingly finding a way to wiggle between the intoxication.

“So you’d fuck me?”

“So good,” he grins, dimple popping.

“I’m getting another drink,” I stand, over the game and rapidly sobering. There’s often a ten minute time limit as to which I can stand Harry, we only landed together by default: a game of cards that eventually left him and I. So I leave the sofa we resided on to find people I actually like.

Zayn seems to be first in eye-line.

“Z!” I throw my arms around his neck, leaning in to him so he stumbles and has to stabilise us both by wrapping his arms around my waist.

He laughs, holding me tight and returning with a, “knew that shot would do you good,” into my hair.

Zayn and I are complicated, yet entirely simple at the same time. Our history is well in the past, and barely a history. He was comfort when I needed it, and he was gone when I didn’t know how much I’d miss him. But he’s back, in my arms, dangerously close to my lips. So close, in fact, I can’t help but lean forward.

He kisses me back for a second, as chastely as he can before squeezing my hip and pulling back. He lifts his hand, thumbing at my lip with a sad look in his eyes I hate, and I move to go back in but he pushes me back with gentle grip.

“Come on,” I know the alcohol’s running my mouth right now, and I know I’ll live to regret it, but I continue regardless, “I was good enough for you three years ago, wasn’t I?”

His pique deepens and he lets go of me completely now, looking at me like I’m a different person to the one I was a few minutes ago.

“Are you okay, Char?”

I swallow, feeling embarrassment and guilt and whatever I’d drank and smoked coming back up in a painful lump.

“S’good,” I lie, stepping back from him, “bathroom,” I point in the general direction, ignoring whatever he’s trying to say to me as I haste toward Louis’ bathroom.

Despite the couples outside it, it’s thankfully vacant, so I rip the door open and slam it right back shut. I perch on the edge of the bath, cold porcelain digging into me but I don’t care. The emotions of today’s gig and me kissing Zayn for some fucking reason and too many shots of vodka come hurtling back to me till I’m crying.

I’m crying at my own after party.

I sob until my eyes sting with mascara, so I wipe it away and cry some more. Something in me needs Amelia, and misses Poppy, and all I want to do now is call her and tell her how we performed at Wembley and it was incredible and everything she dreamed for me… but I can’t – so I cry again.

“This is why I don’t do vodka,” I mumble into my palms, wet with tears and remnants of thick eyeliner. I hear one song change, two, three, before I realise this is stupid. I’m Charlie fucking Greene, I’m at an after party for my band because we just played fucking Wembley. I need to pull myself together, I need to open this door and–

“Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t… Charlie?”

I mutter something along the lines of, “fuck off,” and decide if I want to stop crying I just need to barge past Harry before he decides to say anything that’ll set me off again. However, Harry’s arm and Harry’s stupidly tight grip pulls me back in front of him, to which he then shuts and locks the door.

“What?” I snap.

“What’s wrong?” His brows are creased, and despise the alcohol that still rims his eyes, he looks soberer beneath the bright bathroom bulb.

“Don’t pretend like you care. I had a cry, like every other drunk person at a party does, and now I’m fine. Leave me be,” I make a move to push past him again, but he grips my bicep and yanks me back.

“Charlie, is this over what I said? It was a joke in a game, I didn’t think–”

“God, not everything is about you!” Whatever tether that was holding me to calm was bound by rotting rope, and Harry’s the blunt knife, “I was crying because I threw myself at my ex and was rejected, and the one person I wanted to talk to it about isn’t here!”

He says nothing. Of course, he says nothing.

“And you…” I’m on a roll, now, “you’re always flirting with me, and I hate it, because you’re a dick and it’s confusing and… why do you do it, huh?”

Harry sighs, closing his eyes, “Charlie–”

“What is it? You have a crush on me or something?”

His eyes darken and I fall silent.

What I do following needs to be scientifically studied, because nothing can explain my brain activity in this moment. Not until I remember alcohol, and weed, and feeing sad and lonely. So sad and lonely that I kiss him.

He gasps into my mouth, and I become aware for a moment, ready to run, until he grabs my face and kisses me back so hard I forget everything.

I grip the open hang of his shirt, tugging on silk fill he’s impossibly closer to me and–

No. What the fuck? What the fuck am I doing?

I pull away as quickly as I went in, opening my mouth to say something, anything – but I can’t. I have to leave – I need to leave. I make for the door a third time, managing to reach the knob and unlock it this time.

“No,” I hear him mumble, but I’m already out the door and the thrumming music silences anything else he says to me. I wipe my lips as I push past the people loitering outside the bathroom, trying to remember where Louis’ bedroom is so I can just lock myself and sleep this whole night away.

“You can’t just kiss me and walk away,” I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, twisting me, but I yank him away.

“Why not?” I have to yell over the music, the solitude of the hallway serving us well – probably helped by how there isn’t a sober, aware person in this flat, too.

“Why not?” He scoffs, his expression unreadable. In the last six years, I’ve seen angry, annoyed, hungover, and happy. But I’ve never seen this, “why the fuck do you think, Charlie?”

I pause, unsure of what to say. So I turn, I find Louis’ bedroom, and I shut myself into the darkness.

Well, Harry shuts us into the darkness.

“What the Hell do you wa–”

“Kiss me again,” he asks. My brows dip, and I can just about see his expression beneath the moonlight leaking in through the open curtains and the orange side lamp switched on in the corner. He’s serious, and it’s terrifying, “please.”

I nearly laugh. “Please?”

He quickly licks his lips, eyes flickering toward mine before he quietly affirms with another, “please.

I don’t know what to say, what to do. I stand stationary as he steps forward, closer and closer till I can practically hear his heartbeat as well as my own.

“You’re drunk,” I whisper, noticing his freckles.

I swallow dryly, my every nerve starting and ending at where his ring-clad hands now hold my waist, his middle finger just taunting the small sliver of skin between my top and trousers.

My eyes dart between his pink lips and his green eyes and the curls that rest on the sheer black of his shirt until I’m looking at our shoes and refusing to look back up.

He lifts a finger, tilting my chin and bringing me closer to his lips. We share the same breath, the same sharp inhale. It’s just the vodka. It’s the vodka and the fact I haven’t had sex in a hot minute. It’s the vodka and the weed and the–

“What’s happening?” I finally ask, the words barely leaving me as a whisper but travelling like an amp anyway.

“I don’t know,” he responds, his hand slipping to grip my face. His thumb touches where Zayn had been, and replaces the feeling of embarrassment with something new, something uncharted. Harry’s all over me and my stomach isn’t churning. It’s definitely the vodka.

“Is this something you’re going to use against me later? Did Niall tell you to do this or something?”

“You kissed me first,” he answers quickly, certainly. His thumb trails my lower lip, making me exhale as sharply as the first inhale. I open my mouth a little wider for him, unaware I’m even doing it until he dips his finger into my mouth and I suck.

He dips his finger into my mouth… and I suck.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, and without a second to blink his finger’s out of my mouth and his lips are on mine.

I don’t take a second to freeze, that would mean thinking about it. About him. About his lips on my lips. Instead, I just focus on the feeling of someone’s lips on mine and I rake my hands into his hair, tugging, tightly. He groans deliciously into my mouth, wrapping his arms around my back until we’re entirely tangled with other and there’s nothing between us but material and laboured breaths.

He pushes me back till my legs hit the bed, making me collapse back into the untouched duvet., With barely a moment to separate, he cascades stop of me and grinds his hips into mine. His hands go everywhere, my ass, my waist, my back, my thighs, my neck, my face. We’re moaning like horny teenagers into each other’s mouths, desperately moving for friction whilst grappling for more taste of him.

As the need for oxygen becomes incessant, we break apart, which only leaves him room to attack my neck. I tilt my head back, scratching his scalp with my nails as he bites and sucks at my throat, probably leaving marks I’ll have to cover with concrete but it feels too damn good to care right now.

I turn my head to the side, moving my hips up to meet his and it’s then, as I catch our reflection in the mirror beside Louis’ door, that I realise.

Harry’s making his way down my body. Harry’s undoing my trousers. Harry’s removing my shoes and ripping my knickers off and tucking them in his back pocket and–

“Wait, maybe we shouldn’t–”

Harry stops everything and looks up at me, hair knotted, panting and rosy-lipped.

“Is this you backing out?”

A beat passes between us before he softens.

“Because that’s fine, you know.”

I stop everything and just look at him, staring at sea foam until I realise I really must hate myself, because the words that tumble from my mouth next are,

“No,” fuck me, I guess, “I want this.”

“Then shut the fuck up and spread your legs for me.”

I roll my eyes, “God, you’re even annoying when– oh,” whatever insult I was about to hurtle catches in my throat as Harry latches his tongue onto me. He’s thrown one of my legs over his shoulder, his lion ring digging sharply into my skin but fuck.

I look down, gasping as I see Harry watching me watch him. The hand wrapped around my leg digs in, keeping me where he wants me as his other hand grips my waist to help keep me down. He sucks on my clit for a second before flicking his tongue over me, and I can’t help but throw my head back and hope no one outside can hear.

I close my eyes, and it’s not Harry. It’s just someone giving me ridiculously good head right as I need it. I focus on the expert of his tongue and the grip of his hands and the sound of his own pants every time I pull particularly hard on his hair.

“Mm, fuck,” I roll my head into the pillow, arching my back and pushing myself further into him, “God, just like that,” his hand pushes me back down to the bed, and slowly trails down till his thumb is rubbing my clit and he’s tongue fucking me.

“Yeah, shit,” I breathe out, suddenly desperate to have this damn corset off. I pant as I glance down, seeing his eyes completely on me, and somehow it’s not turning me off. I decide I’m high on the moment, and start to pull on the clamps of the corset. I can barely breathe as is, and it’s starting to ruin the head.

“Here,” he quickly surfaces, pushing my hands out the way to unclip the rest of the clamps and spreads the corset apart. He rips it from under me, throwing it on the floor with my other discarded clothes, and starts his attack on my breasts.

My fingers knot in his hair as he sucks on each nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive buds and biting down on the surrounding flesh. I watch as he takes one of my nipples between his teeth, making eye contact with me as he pulls it out slightly, making me writhe before letting go and sucking the pain away. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning so much, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but when his hand returns to my throbbing clit I can’t help it.

He dips his head down my chest, kissing the edges of my ANGEL tattoo that adorns my stomach. I feel him smile into my skin as he murmurs, “knew you were making me work for it.”

I pant out an unconvincing, “shut up,” while he rubs my clit in a way that has my chest heaving. He holds himself over me, kissing my neck as he dips a his index in me and starts curling. I wrap my legs around his, grinding into his hand as he adds another finger.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess,” he bites my ear lobe, then my jawline, then my bottom lip, “come on, give it to me,” he kisses me, letting my moans tumble into his throat as he curls and pumps his fingers till in me till my pride completely slips away.

“Oh my God,” I pant out, the feeling of his cold rings pressing against me with every thrust tipping me over the edge, “that feels so good,”

“Who does?”

“You do,” my hands fly to the pillow beside me, gripping it till my knuckles blanch, “fuck, you feel so good.”

“My name, Charlie,” he nips at my jaw and slows his fingers, making me grind for it, “need to hear you say my name.”

“Do you ever take a break?” My tone doesn’t back up my insult, it only makes him grin as he removes his fingers. I can’t help the whine that escapes me at the sudden loss of contact, “Harry–”

“There we go, princess,” his middle finger suddenly returns to my clit in slow, hard circles, “wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Christ, you’re an asshole–”

“Again,” he rubs faster, adding another finger. I feel my legs start to run hot, my stomach start to ache, my head start to spin. With every circle I’m getting closer and closer to the edge, but whatever (teeny, tiny) sliver of pride is actually left in me stops me from saying his name. All I can do is throw my head back and incessantly moan till my throat hurts.

“Are you close?” He asks, taking my bottom lip between his teeth again. I kiss him back for a second, but it���s physically impossible to do anything but whine with my mouth at the minute.

“S’close. Please don’t stop.”

“Please?” Harry teases.

“Please,” I affirm, not caring at this point, “God, right there,” I bite down on my lip till I taste iron. His fingers are working so fast and so hard and so good that I–

That I… nothing. Because right as I’m about to tip over that peak, the fucker stops everything. His fingers stay on my clit, applying pressure but not nearly enough. I try and grind against his hand, but he firmly pins me down to stop me.

“Harry–”

“Ah,” he interrupts, pressing a chaste kiss against my lips before removing his hand completely, “too late.”

I lay in utter disbelief as he stands, picking up my clothes from the floor and setting them on the bed beside me. I sit up on my elbows and watch him adjust his hair in the mirror, sort out his collar, re-do a few buttons.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He catches my eye in the mirror, poking his tongue into his cheek before shrugging. He opens the door a sliver, just enough to let blue light and foggy bass thrum into the once silent room.

“Should’ve said my name, princess,” he sucks his used fingers and thumb like he’d just finished a meal, winking at me like the douchebag he is before slamming the door behind him; leaving me there on the bed, naked, aching, and incredibly fucking pissed off.

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[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Hello there 🙏🫶 I just want to share this rn with you..... 💌 Recently i have developed a crush on a girl. She is so wonderful and we talk every day & i feel so giddy LOL. I don't even know her face😭 I am so unsure over alot of things & it is both mortifying & exhilarating to experience .. & thats the fun if it..omg.. recently i feel like so many friends are having crushes i wonde r your thoughts on this..

also i forgot how to flirt entirely so i dnt even know if its noticeable to her at all that im interested that way since i havent been bold enough LOL any advice on signaling this to her is appreciated i feel like13 again likeso clumsy LOL its so exciting too omg wishing you a beautiful day when u reaD this i hope it;s fine to send this to u i know u like your inbox used as a confessional but i'm still shy HAHA

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AWWW💞💞💞 happy for u Anon :]....Ues it seems lately many people have been finding new love, i noticed it too the past few weeks :o I've only had that feeling a handful of times over my life, its a special one cus it can be quite fleeting depending on how fast things move, treasure it🌟 altho W/ me and slimbo it lasted ages so by the end of it when we finally confessed love i was FRIED from haveing butterflies in my stomach for so long lol i was losing my marbles over it. anywyas--

Honeslty im BAD at flirting like. i have noooo idea how to make a move , slimbo n i both tried to keep it .pokerface. for years because we're like, i dont even know, we're stupid we were almost enemies for a while. there was a timespan where we were SOOOO competitive and whenever we tried to play games we'd fight so much and i'd end up crying LMAO im laugjing so hard typing this cus we're not even like that now. Like as soon as we got together we became the ultimate harmonious team of considerate affectionate lovers but the courting phase was such a trainwreck lmao. i love it like its beautiful it all worked out, but yeah i suck at flirting i am swagless in that position🧎‍♀️

Altho when it's irl i definitely at least try to Thot it Up, concoct minxy outfits , move in a charming way, one of my most successful tactics has been attempting to orchestrate accidental voyeuristic scenarios for them to catch in their peripherals lol. but you have to be reeeeally subtle to pull that one off ;] i guess mostly i just try to talk to them a lot !! and be thouggtful. send telepathic uncondtional love. SHOW THEM SONGS!!!!!!! if its an internet thing, maybe u can watch movies or youtube videos together. be inquisitive and ask her lots of questions ^_^ one thing that always drew me to slimbo is how curious they are and their #intellect.. But everyones different so just feel it out day by day thru communication💓💓💓

hhope that helpes in some way.. its ok to feel giddy and clumsy im sure ur crush just wants to get to know the most authentic -you- so dont stress too much about specifics ^u^ Enjoy your weekend love ~ ~ ~ P.M.d.9

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THIS ANIMAL !!!

okay. important thing to understand before we go into this is worldhoppers and worldbounds. im not retyping and rephrasing it. so have my latest discord summary of it.

worldhoppers are players who can travel between worlds / servers , typically keeping a sense of memory or awareness of other worlds. note. this is not always the case. they do not typically tell worldbounds about this ! imagine if your friend showed up one day and was like "loool yeah i just saw you in another universe die. haha! how are yoooouuu :)))" you would be a bit freaked . so they dont do that. the way they travel between servers can be literally anything, from a device to a simple server tab . the cubitos i have assigned this are : my friend lav!! the lifesteal people , oli orionsound , whole deal . worldbounds are players who are fragmented between servers. this is means that in every server, they're essentially a different version of . the same guy ! think like. scott smajor. they're all scotts, but they have no clue of eachother and all are separate people . this is what the toms have going on . the 'core player' is what is essentially like. the base player that all the different fragments are based on . they can be shoved between servers by outside figures (think : a worldhopper who travels via portals shoving someone through one) however. this has effects on them sometimes (i will not elaborate on this) and is seen as something not to typically do unless needed!!!!! worldbound cubitos include : scott smajor ^_^ the trafficlife people :3 . mctoms ( THATS ALL MY CHARACTERS!!!) i have better worded things of this and more information on it and all (hub worlds, deity figures , admin players, etc) but yeah :3

so the mctoms (those are my guys) are all worldbounds. which means. naturally. they all have their own world!

. except. worlds can corrupt

meet ottom!!! her world corrupted (picture an entire world of farlands. thats what would happen if you tried to load xer world if you were even ABLE to) and so . 🐞 is in a constant state of being . basically dead! left to float in the void.... forever .................

HOWEVER!!! STAR HAS THIS COOL FUN ABILITY ! CALLED "when a tom is forced out / transported / unconscious / any other number of things that arent "actively conscious and in a perfect mental state in their world" . she can just. go and switch into their place. she gets kicked out when they regain consciousness though :( or when other players notice him (this is only sometimes the case, 75% of the time ☀ just lies and goes "no im the right guy ur just crazy")

xes literally just having fun . forever. lost its eye by falling on dripstone in its home world. nothing cool. or tragic. Just Stupid. also an otter hybrid . bees outfit is also really cute its a white button up with a pink sweater off the shoulders (w a little cloud design) a short skirt and tall socks. my wonderful little animal!

uhm . yeah. smiles

would anyone want an explanation of the newest mctom (ottom) 's whole deal . before i post them on my art blog

[missmeinyourbones]

omg?? Why did the cheating ask lowkey ruin my night, can I request the way aot boys show affection to cancel it out :(

this has been in my inbox for ages now lol im sorry for the late response but NAURRRR not the ruining your night (in reference to this post) im sorry baby here are some fluffy and nice affection hcs for u <3 thanks for being patient w me 

we all know that eren bites. LMFAOOOOO the sky is blue, grass is green, and eren is a biter. he’s an aries, he radiates love as aggression vibes. he shows you physical affection by gently biting down on any area of your skin that he can reach in the moment. he just sees you and gets this indescribable urge to bite??? like a ur so cute i need to release my love in a physical manner so biting will have to do kinda thing. his fav places to nibble on are ur neck, cheeks, fingers, and thighs. honorable mentions include your stomach and ankles. ANNOYING MAN.

armin genuinely says “i love you” like 50 times a day. he says it after everything he does LMFAOOOOOO like yeah the normal person says it a few times, maybe when they wake up/go to sleep, leave the house, a few random times in the day. no, you literally hand armin his coffee (something you get him EVERY DAY) and its “thank you, i love you” he comes into your office and is like “hey, i love you, wanna watch a movie later?” you ask him for an opinion on an outfit and hes like “hm i like the blue one but i love you so much” like WHATTTTT???? it ends EVERY TEXT conversation even if its the quickest question you need to ask “hi! where did you put the kettle?” “hi baby, probably in the cabinet to the right of the fridge” “ok found it, thank you, i love you” he cant help himself he needs it to be said !!! >:(

jean always has a hand on you, somewhere and somehow. it becomes such a normal thing that you dont even notice it or think twice about it sometimes??? it started w simple things like holding your hand on the dinner table or resting his palm on the small of your back, guiding you as you walk. but the more established your relationship gets, the weirder and more often the touches occur. he sleeps with a hand flat across your lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of your underwear. he makes sure ur legs are always resting on top of his lap when youre laying on the couch. he rests a hand on ur forehead when ur reading. he does that thing that you do in elementary school where you touch the tip of someones elbow so lightly while theyre doing something so they dont feel it and then you look at them and ur like “im touching you, can you feel that?” hes mentally 6 

connie is the world’s biggest kisser. he kisses. anywhere, anytime. he kisses your forehead when you’re standing in line at the grocery store waiting to check out. he kisses your ankle when you’re laying on the couch watching a movie. he kisses your shoulder when you’re cooking in the kitchen and shoo him away from your workspace. he cant help himself, he loves how versatile kissing is. how sometimes the two of you can lazily make out for HOURS, and not have it lead to anything but simply loving on one another and feeling your skin against his lips. he also loves how other times, it can be a quick and wordless gesture of i love you. a quick kiss in the morning as he goes to class, or one when youre a little mad at him and he pecks your lips to check in. hes so sweet i wanna pop him like a bubble

you tell reiner something once and he will literally never forget it. mans is like an elephant, he has an insane memory. he remembers every single detail about you, no matter how big or small and stupid you think it might be. ofc he knows all of the basics--your coffee order, your allergies, your preferred side of the bed, etc. any partner would know those things, he knows the insanely observant stuff like how when you eat trail mix you avoid all of the raisins, so he eats those first so you dont have to. he knows that you always order a large coffee, but only ever finish a mediums worth of it, so he orders a large but puts it in a medium cup and saves the rest for later if you want it (which he knows you wont). he folds the sheets in the specific way you like, because you dont like your feet to hang off the edge of the bed but want them to be loose enough to move freely underneath them. hes INSANE when it comes to details about you, megamind if you will

porco prioritizes you over literally anything else in his life. hes so quick to cancel his plans if it means hanging out w you or doing something for you LMFAOOOO. he has plans to go to the gym but youre like baby wanna watch a movie? and hes changing into his pajamas like FUCK YEA I DO <3 or he told reiner he’d go to a baseball game w him but then you wake up with a stomach ache and hes like “nope, sorry i cant go, my baby doesnt feel well” even when ur like porco im literally fine just go, he refuses. you tell him youre gonna study for a test ur nervous about and hes automatically like i’ll help you and ur like dont you have ur own class rn? and hes like yeah but fuck it ill skip and help you make flashcards ???? boy go to class 

[sunshine-on-marz]

hey toad! I've been reading some of ur fics and i like them very very much!!! :D ur an amazing writer, keep up the nice job! :))

So, i wanted to request something if thats okay hehe! please if you're not comfy with this ur free to delete it!!

So, you see, i have,,, let's call them battle scars, all over my arms and they make me feel kinda sad and remind me of bad times,, and i wanted to request a fluff/comfort fic w (platonic of course) philza, & benchtrio (ofc tubbo's one is platonic!) if thats ok :)

thank you so much! again, if u don't feel comfy writing about this topic, ur can delete this ask! :) -<3

TW: SELF HARM (scars)

I’ll do them separately and make Ranboo and Tommy’s romantic 🫶

Also, it will get better and I hope you feel better my love

Phil-

“Hey Dad?” You knock on this stream room door. “Come in” he says back and you walk in. “Dad, I uhm,,, my scars” you sigh at the last part and he whips around in his chair “new ones?” He basically jumps out of his chair. “No, no. I just don’t like them.” His eyes soften and he grabs your hands. “Hey now mate, do you know how fuckin proud of you I am?” You look down and he pulls you into a hug. “I know I just- they- they make me feel weak” he hugs you a bit tighter “well I think they make you look strong” the two of you stay like that for a while. No matter what happens you would always have Phil

Tubbo-

You had texted Tubbo about how you where feeling so he went over to your house. You opened the door and he pulled you into a hug “Hey y/n, I’m so proud of you, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met” you teared up and he guided you away from the door. For a while he wiped you tears and calmed you down he helped you find an outfit that covered all your scars and took you to go get milkshakes.

Ranboo-

You and Ran hadn’t been together for long but you’d been friends for years, so they knew the face you where making meant trouble. “Hey n/n, what’s wrong?” That question was all it took to make you start crying “I just- my scars- they- I hate them- I wish they were gone” he walked up to you and wiped your tears. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry that you feel like this, but you’re gorgeous and so damn perfect.” You hugged him a bit tighter and he lifted you up, rocking you side to side in his arms until you calmed down, then he gave you a hoodie and played animal crossing with you for a while.

Tommy-

You had been scrolling tiktok when you saw an edit that zoomed in/ exaggerated your scars, with a sad and disturbing sound, then another, and at the third edit you where bawling. Tommy basically threw himself into the room when he heard it “y/n?! Hey hey, what happened?” He sat down next to you and scoped you into his arms. You showed him the edits and he turned off your phone. “I- I just- why’d I do it? They’re so stupid and make-make me look so stupid” he kissed your head and whispered in your ear “y/n, my love, you are the most amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, perfect, strong person I’ve ever met, no amount of scars will change that. My god, I can’t believe I don’t tell you that more.” You shook you head and cuddled into him more. “T-Tom no, you didn’t do anything” he shushed you gently and kissed your temple. “Hey, can I kiss your scars doll?” You where taken aback but nodded your head. Tommy spent the next few minutes kissing each and every one of your scars until your tears where replaced with the laughter he loved so much. “I love you baby” “love you to Toms”

——————

WOOOOOO I got carried away with Tom and Phil but I love them so suck my dick/pos but I’m rlly happy with how this turned out

[4dtk]

hi! can i request sugar daddy with Ten from wayv <3

hope u dont mind i did it in point format like the other one <3 enjoy

warnings: sugar daddy!au, sorta (mean) dom!ten, switch!ten, fingering, cowgirl, cunnilingus/eating out, face-fucking, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex

N//SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

ten as a sugar daddy would be generous, but would be SOOO annoying when he’s ‘denying’ you your gifts or money. just never ending teasing and “what’s that?” when he wants you to say something stupid like “daddy” or sum shit like that

to be fair, i don’t see him having a daddy kink whatsoever, but he might have a sir kink idk idk

treats you really generously tho. he’s one to give you small gifts here and there randomly even when you’ve never asked for it

likes doing things in surprise too, where you’re buying something in an installment and someone calls you up and says that everything’s been paid for already and you’re like ???????

ten is just like “you could’ve told me you needed money”

fun sugar daddy! he’s very fun in dates and always has things to say when you’re deciding whether to buy this dress or shoes or accessory. highkey fashion freak too so he likes to give his best opinion for the things you can’t decide between.

nothing condescending tho!! just giving his truthful opinion, and he really does love the different options on you, he wouldn’t interfere if you decide to go against his choice either

clingy in public, always holding onto YOUR arm like you’re the sugar daddy/mommy and he’s the baby. it’s so funny to see sometimes but whenever you’re out with ten, he usually looks so much like ur bf that ppl don’t turn their heads if you’re together.

loves dates with other sugar daddy/sugar baby relationships. like nothing sexual, just casual going out to drink and talk over dinner. it might be a little awkward for the sugar babies though, so he would have to make sure you’re okay with socialising with a stranger.

(i’m headcanon-ing that if you’re ten’s sugar baby, you probably would’ve met his other sugar daddy friends sooooo it’s just you and the other sugar baby lol 💀)

lovesss events that he can bring you to, he likes to show you off to his business partners and colleagues and such

always proud when he asks you to wear something that shows other people you’re his. he gets dizzy over it it’s cute lol

he loves to send you to places tho. likes to see you sitting in his car and enjoying the scenery and seeing you sitting in his car gives him serotonin

travelling the world with ten? big yes. bc he can speak so many languages he’s also getting things from designer brands for you in other countries since he has connections overseas too.

fashion shows with ten as a sugar baby is also a common event or thing you’ll need to get used to. likes to keep up with fashion trends and stuff and he gets invited so... win-win situation. likes to pick out your outfit so you’ll match with him at the show

ten is a sorta chill dom in bed, when he wants to dom (sometimes he’s mean, elaborated below). would let you use him whatever way you want, but if you deny him his orgasm or try anything funny like tease he would probably lose control tbh and take.

IF you do use him though, he likes to see you reverse cowgirl in front of the mirror as you bounce on his cock. also likes to see you lean over something and you fuck your hips into his. boosts his ego that his dick is just that good

bro. he’s another one to fuck you on money, this man is FREAKY freaky. remember how i said johnny would do that. yeah he’d ring up johnny just so they can fuck their sugar babies on a king sized just bc they can. foursome ftw

idk how much of you guys want to dom this man, but ten would very much be a power bottom, always spouting some stupid shit about how slow you’re moving, how he can fuck you better.

motherfucker would MOCK your whines when he doms. also mean when he wants to dom. “‘oh god~! oh, fuck~’, c’mon darling, you gotta tell me what you like!” so mean even as a top 😭, but when you start to move at a faster pace, he’ll start whining and grabbing at your hips to keep you grinding

sometimes, would be a service top, eating you out until you thrash under him and you’re left to convulse around his fingers bc he’s been finger fucking you non-stop. loves eating you out and also loves face-fucking you i feel. likes to see u get stuffed with cock one way or another

your cunt doesn’t compare to your mouth though, that’s why he’s naturally more whiny and sensitive when you’re sat on his dick

this man is very versatile tbh LOL it depends on his mood to whether he wants to take the lead or leave you to do so. nice sex life y’all have

clingy after sex too very. lowkey lazy to clean up after as well bc he just wants to be close to you after sex and would very much like to be the small spoon. also likes you to sleep on his chest with one arm around your waist.q

sweetest in the morning, but breakfast? ehhh another story, sometimes he’d wake up to cook something, sometimes not, it depends on his mood

all in all, he’s very much like a bf tbh just with loads of money

n/sfw below besties

“uh huh, that’s right baby girl. is my cock just that good?” ten looks down with eyes full of lust, drinking in the sight of your needy hips fucking back into him while he just stands still. ten doesn’t show how warm and hugging your cunt feels, squeezing his length so well until he’s scrunching his eyes tight at the pleasure. leaned over the counter, the coldness of the surface presses against your front, but you don’t give a shit, rather impatient in wanting to cum with how his cock fiils you up so well until you’re crying out against the counter. ten shuts you up with a hand to your hair, “shut the fuck up. did you forget i have guests over?” through your muddled mind, you can make out how ten rushed you into the bathroom, just so he could get a quick fuck out of the boring business meeting he was in. “’m sorry, sir, but can you please fuck me now?” with a groan, ten rocks back into you, hoping his soundproof walls could cover up the fact he was actually fucking the life out of his sugar baby instead of taking a shit like he told them.

[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

[rsbry-beret]

watching vox machina for the first time!!

SPOILERS BELOW. SO MANY. FOR ALL THE EPISODES IN SEASON 1

telling apart vax and vex is gonna SUCK

liam obrian my beloved

they’re so stupid this mean council guy is OBVI a dragon who can shapeshifte,, these fools

the king is a dilf

awwww vax with kids

AWWWW THE KIDS ARE DEAD UH

gnc barkeep nice

this show is rly gross like. barf blood ew

THSI INTRO SLAPS

thought fince the dragon was just trying to drive down real estate prices until he mentioned bargaining w gold

TUSK LOVE in gilmore’s shop omg

WAIT THE SCOTTISH GUYS THE DRAGON WHATTTTT NOT THE RAISIN GUY ???

why is there a troll dick

this sad victorian stage coach??? apparently his name is DESMOND which. yeah.

omg vampire nevromancer power couple?? hate them but also love that for them.

i’ve been told to stop chanting “horsdeourves” (how spell)

oh 1% anime boy has trauma D:

THE SNAKES NAME IS SIMON 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

vax ur awesome

yea okay i love percy hes my fav

apparently he needs wooden bullets?

side note would silver work ???? bc ik silver works for “evil” creatures generally like werewolves and steel for “nice” creatures like fey?? so would vampires count hmmm

also btw their fancy outfits are so coooool i love them !!

we’re taking a break and i have many thoughts;

do grogs tattoos have significance??

also cleric struggling w faith hell yea cool side quest tho

vax being disaster bisexual ICONIC of him

surprisingly i am not struggling w vax vs vex names v much :0

BEADS OF LOVE

your soul is forfeit dude ur so cool

duuuude secret passages!!!

WHY did the guards keep the twins together??? big stupid moment ngl

woa the ever light kinda dark tho. just saying.

keyleth <3 ur so nice 🥰🌸😇

ghosts fuck yes

NOOO THE GUARDS WERE SO HOT NOOOOO

aw grog not wanting to break piles shrine

ghost grabbed grogs titties lol

why doesn’t ANYONE have the light spell omgggg

PERCY IS CURB STOMPING A GHOST RN WHAT

He’s my fav

oh my GOD grog’s “what if i need you?” 🥺🥺🥺

“you’re their light now” stfu 😭😭

omg gilmore’s back :0

ok but what the heck IS percys weird shadow smoke thing??? intriguing

oh my god vax is a bisexual disaster wow.

these scenery shots are sooo pretty oh my god

oh my god that’s a massive fuck off dog

woaaa cool omg it’s just a torso that’s metal as fuck

that’s awesome ok

wow

hahah cool blood dogs okie

it’s sorta trottin along aww

percy’s tutor guys is eugh

AWWWW VAX “kiki”

bruh “friend”

wow these guys. suck at not accidentally bringing up percys trauma lol

vex’s abandonment issues popping off okay

this whitestone flashback is GORGEOUS so it’s gonna be in ruins now :/

yea it sucks now 😬 sun tree looking uhhhh

fits the vampire aesthetic a lot more now ngl but i like the pretty version personally

oh damn. the ending of episode 5. damn. augh

percy V pale. vitamin deficiency? very very white boy

why tf are there giants/goliaths here?? does not make sense bestie like is it an ecosystem thing? additional guard force?? i am wondering.

whitestone? more like graystone OOOOO BURN it’s bc the city is dirty.

religious person keeping the peace? BOOOO RISE UP VIVA LA RESISTANCE

Oh nvm she’s in the resistance ! sick. good for her.

aww archie and percy childhood crushes?? adorable

everlight on FIRE?? i guess not dark now but that can’t be good oof

“those were bad ideas and you should all feel bad” so tru bestie

also vax and percy standing like a power couple in that scene polycule rights

that’s a RLY COOL gun scope omg

haha back door team are all bottoms

oh my GOD they can’t open the door jesus

help action unsuccessful yikes scanlan

scANLANS FOOT???

PERCY FELL OUT A WINDOW

oh my god archie is nice and i like him <3

keyleth going FERAL I LOVE THAT FOR HER

WAIT. scanlans piercing is on the gay ear !!!!!

FUCK YES NO MERCY PERCY

and the NAME melts off the GUN this RULES

Cassandra is alive!!!!! holy shitttt

percy was a NERD in his youth

still is lol

this tutor suuuuuuucks booo

“who’s the sixth barrel for?” THE SHADOW. OH.

awwww archie and percy <3 <3 cute

let. me. be. annoying.

oh this lute music is a VIBE.

scanlans song slaps as well this is great

OMG THE GUARDS ARE PLAYING DND HAHA

“he’s a really tall guy” “scanlans just got shrunk” thanks @a-human-pippin-took i’m dumb at moments

WHAT FIRE BREATH WHAHAHAT HA

HEY HE IS BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE!!!!

this rules.

DUDE HES A TRICERATOPS THIS IS AMAZING 🦖🦕🦖🦕🦖

So dinosaurs are real??? or are they like mythical creatures in this universe ?

i can’t believe this mission was a total success good job scanlan

dick lightning omg nice sam

oh shit. cass. fuck man.

FUCK this tutor guy !

this loser brought a sword to a gun fight. sHit nvm he brought golems

OH MY GOD SHES ALOVE SHE SURVIVED JESUS CHRIST AH THANK GOD

pikes side quest goin Wild rn

oh THATS what it’s supposed to look like. a bit more light-y

oh this possession thing is uhhhhhh Fucked Up

oh my GOD percy is cool. fucked up but cool.

cass is. she has trauma as well! oof moment

oh my god. keyleth and the de rolo crest. that’s cool as fuck 😌😌

this vampire building is cool af and definitely trustable!!

uhhh that’s some. strange looking ceiling mold. 😬

oh FUCK THAT the hanged children have been ununalived now

ARCHIE NOOOOOIIIIIIOOOOOOIIOJOOKOOOOOOO THIS IS SO SAD

still torn up about that but holy shit keyleth

aw “kiki” 💚💚💚

that was a V good speech percy!! i miss archie :,(

oh my god “you know i’m in love with you, right?” “NOW?”

PIKE YES

“marry me?” “yes right now let’s do it” “really?” “no”

aw fuck still zombos

necromancer lady tattoo is messy as fuck. stick poke?

vax u CANT just free EVERYONE who the briarwoods hate,,

woa percy what did she do tho

oh this credits song!! <3 cute

oh FUCK this doctor lady

egh i rly don’t like anna ripley eghhhh

i agree w scanlan lol the smoke is a Bit fucked up lol lol hmmmm

WOA

OH MY GOD WHAT PERCY WHAT UR SOUL DUDE WHAT WOAH WHAT

this is so sus

cass u better be chill and not not chill

OH THATS SO COOL OMG “you’re at the bottom of my list”

taliesin king of one liners and crow noises

i only just realized pike is astral projecting

sick dagger vax 🔥🔥🔥

WAIT THE NAME CAS NO

shit fuck balls i called it

shittttt

percys crying vex is crying i’m gonna cry

HEAVY METAL

grog why is ur dick named that,,,,,

oh scanlan u genius

WATCHING W SUBTITLES ORTHAX IS THE WEIRD DEMON WTF AHHHH

percy holding his arm back from shooting cass,,,

oh my god scanlans muted,,,, smart but UGH

PIKE !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

KEYLETH THE LIGHT YEs

WEAKENS VAMPIRE FREES VEX THIS RULES YES

FUCK. YES. PIKE. THIS IS AWESOME KICK HER ASS

ok that fight was EPIC

And cass is more chill again!

aw fucks sake vampire lady pls stop it jeez

KEYLETH

the demon is orb

shittttttt

percy nooo ur soul is being overtaken haha

okay i got so wrapped up in the last episode i forgot to write ANYTHING but this show is VERY GOOD i highly recommend

!!!

[levisgirll]

Hey! :] can I request erwin or levi having a younger sister who dates armin, Eren, Jean, Connie, Hange?? Headcanons pls!! :)) pls take ur time<8

𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

text: Hi there! Thanks for sending me a request🥺 ♥♥♥ This is such a cute idea and I love it! I decided to go with Levi having a younger sister instead if that's alright c: (if you want another one with Erwin, please let me know!) I also hope you have a nice day <3

synopsis: Levi Ackerman is a guy who would worry a lot about his little sister, and actually get scared for her whenever she is reckless, or gets herself hurt either emotionally or physically and if someone did that to her, consider them dead- but he would be just a good big brother to her and a bit an overprotector cause of the past they have shared and he wants to make sure there is no harm to her. So, when she decides to date one of the scouts, this is where he gets worried and concerned, he starts to watch every move of the person she is dating and will interrogate them, he won't care if its someone he knows, he will make sure they have no bad intentions with his little sister and he would give them his cold and strict glare 24/7 (also he would tease her a lot while she is dating them-).

fluff, comedy, aot world, headcanons ♡ —

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿

When Levi found out his little sister was dating Eren, he was quite shocked to be honest and he had to go find her and actually confirm and hear it from her. “Are you actually dating that Kid? Fucking Yeager really?” He would say as he crossed his arms and was giving his little sister one of his looks, where it was him wanting answers from her now.

“W-What about it?” She said nervously, and looked away. ‘Shit, how did he find out?’ She would wonder as she looked around to find an escape route. She would always do that when she knows her big brother is going to give her one of those long lectures. “You are not going anywhere young lady. You are gonna stay here and tell me how the fuck you both started to date.” Now she is trapped.

When Eren found out that the person he was dating is Levi’s little sister, he was scared as fuck. He was worried that Levi would appear out of nowhere and beat him since he is dating his little sister. “Oh my god, Is your big brother going to kill me cause I am dating you?!” He would say and as he held on both of your shoulders and his eyes would wide, he was actually nervous and scared. “No, Don't worry. As long as you are with me, you are fine! He wont dare lay a finger on you.”

Then Levi appeared out of nowhere, “Oh hell yea I will if you mess with my sister, and make a one meter distance from her shithead. I don't want her to catch your germs.”

His little sister then would turn at him and give him a glare, “Levi, stop it.” She would say and give out a long sigh. 

Whenever his little sister comes back from a date with Eren, she would go see her big brother Levi to see how he is doing and he would say to her with a glare. “You were with him, Hm? You’re filthy now, go shower.” His sister would give out a long sigh and tsk at him while leaving his office, she knows Levi says that on purpose cause he started to tease her more ever since she started dating Eren!

Levi would watch and look after his little sister even more when she started dating Eren, because he found him a bit fishy. “Hey, you sure about this?” He would say one evening as they were drinking tea and he sounded serious, Levi would then give her a big brother/sibling talk.

Eren would always wait for you either when you are cleaning, training or in a meeting and Levi would think he was stalking you and following you at first. “What do u think u are doing following MY little sister? You are so fucked kid.” Levi would say approaching Eren, and he was ready to beat him up again. “LEVI WAIT- that’s the guy I am dating now!” Levi would suddenly stop, and turn around with a surprised expression looking at his little sister “Seriously...”

Once, just once, Eren made Levi’s little sister tear up and Levi did not leave him at all that day and was looking for him. He ruined his life that day. Levi’s little sister teared up cause she got ready to go out with Eren, but Eren somehow forgot and stood her out!  Would be scared to make her cry again, cause he doesn’t want to get beaten up by Levi.

She would tease Eren sometimes. Like, “Hey Eren can you do this for me now?”. “No I need to train, not now!”  he would say and he was approaching the training area, “Hmm…okay I’ll go ask Levi instead” Eren stopped from his tracks, and turned around quickly towards her. “W-WAIT! Actually I can make some time.” This would always make her giggle.

Levi would actually find Eren annoying once Eren started to date Levi’s little sister. “I think he has a thing towards us.” Levi would say to his sister as they both looked outside from his office window and looking at Eren who was searching for Levi and his little sister. “He chases around me, and is dating you, why can’t he just leave us alone...Ugh”.

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗭𝗼𝗲

They know Levi worries a lot about his little sister, as she is the only one left who is family to him. So Hanji would update Levi about his little sister from time to time, especially after a date. “Heyyy Levi! Just letting you know that she is doing well and finished her work early today!” Hanji would say cheerfully, and Levi just knows that they had just seen his little sister. But, this gives him a relief to know at least that she is doing well as he is quite busy sometimes to check on her.

Would help his little sister to convince her brother with things. “Don’t worry, I can talk to Levi for you babe!”. Hanji would say with a big smile and a light blush would appear in their cheeks, they want her to depend on Hanji.

“Oi, Don’t send Hanji to me again. I cant even shut them up now ever since you are going out with them.” Levi would say as he gave out a long sigh, defeated by Hanji as he let them win with whatever they were trying to convince him. Hanji would not give up and wants to impress his little sister!

Hanji would be good at lying to help Levi’s little sister out just incase she tried to skip something such as cleaning or some training lessons, and Levi would actually fall for it sometimes.

His little sister and Hanji are loud and squeal a lot, it would Levi go mad and yell out at the both of them to shut up, but Hanji would think he is joining their squeals. “Oh my god....Levi finally joined us!” But, his little sister would go to Hanji and whisper to them “Um…I think he’s mad.”

Literally anything his little sister asks Hanji to do something, they get so happy and hyped up. And Levi sees that and actually finds them both cute, he would also appreciate how Hanji is willing to do anything for her and that makes him glad.

If he sees his little sister really down one day, he would see Hanji trying their best to boost her energy up, and Levi would really admire that about Hanji, making his lil sis happy <3

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Levi would definitely intimidate Jean, just to test him (He lowkey thought Jean was a fuckboy) and this would piss his pants.

Whenever Levi passes by his little sister and Jean. Jean would salute to him quickly like an idiot. And to just rub it on his face so Levi can scare him more, Levi would say “Jean, You are not causing trouble to my little sister right?”.

Jean: “N-No Captain!!”

Levi: “Hm, better be.”

“Yo....Your brother is scary. Does he hate me?!” Jean would say, full of concern in his tone as they both looked at Levi who was giving out orders for everyone. “Um...You kinda annoy him to be honest.” She would say as Jean looked down with a sad look. “B-But don't worry! He’s just like that in the beginning.”

Jean can’t believe the sweet, cool and lovely girl he is dating is related to Levi. He had to even make sure and see if their last names matched!

“I-Is your brother here today??” Jean would say to her as he looked around, making sure he wasn't near as they were both alone in the stable. He wanted to give a kiss to her cheeks but he was scared as hell if Levi appeared out of nowhere. “It’s either now or never Kirstein.” 

Jean would try to do more tasks and try and to impress Levi just a bit. He would show him his ODM gear skills, and the only thing he got from Levi is saying “You’re an idiot.” and he would give him a stoic expression and walk away. “Huh..” Jean said as he was left all alone in the training area. Although, Levi did appreciate his hard work.

Levi would seem to like Jean later on as he was observing how he was treating his little sister and it would be with respect, love and even respecting her boundaries and Levi found the guy good, but won’t admit it.

Finds it amusing how he gets a small gift for Levi’s little sister every time whenever he went out to town, “Okay, he got taste.”

He also likes Jean because he found out he is hygienic and clean, and how he always presents himself clean and tidy, with a nice outfit every time he goes on a date with his sister during the weekend. “She’s in her bedroom, she will come for you soon.” Levi would say as he opened the door for Jean to enter their small house and Jean would stand like a stickman, too afraid to do anything that would upset Levi. “Hey brat, are you alright?”. It lowkey made Levi chuckle, and Jean thought this was it for him when he heard his small laugh.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Levi got now, two idiots to deal with. His sister and Connie, who would always bother him with stuff and their stupid games they keep telling Levi to join.

They actually do a lot of pranks on Levi, most of it is Connie’s idea and Levi’s little sister would agree with them and try to do it. But if they get caught, Connie would take the blame and when he does that and Levi sees how he would never bring his sister involved he would just let it slide.

Levi actually likes him, because he makes his little sister laugh a lot with his jokes, and Connie always tries his best to make sure he does that at least once everyday. He would say the most random things and she would laugh and Levi would look at her and think ‘That was not even funny...But, at least she is laughing.’ 

She would get in trouble sometimes with Connie, and if Levi found out, Connie would immediately defend you and just babble about things that did not even make sense. This would make Levi be so confused and even get lost in track to what he was even saying at the beginning. His little sister would try and hold back her laughter. Levi would just sit there, give up with the conversation and say “You know what, Forget it. You both are dismissed.” After they left, Connie would say with a big smile “See! I told you I could convince him!” “Connie...You weren’t even- Nevermind.”

When Levi walks in the hallway and hears someone laughing, he would know it’s Connie making his sister laugh and he actually smiles about it. He would later come in after they finished laughing and talking (giving them some time) and Levi would say “Oi, idiots. Focus on your work.”

𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

Such a mature boy when he dates Levi’s little sister, and to be honest Levi would have no problem with him dating his little sister.

He’s also a softie and always makes sure he gives what his girl wants, and Levi appreciates that how he is willing to do his best for his little sister only.

Levi can tell before they were dating how Armin would always look at Levi’s little sister, admiring her beauty and character and Levi would think to himself ‘This kid is so lovestruck’

Levi would go to his sister later on and let her know that someone is interested in her, “Who is it!” She would say blushing and looking at Levi, waiting for a response. “Hm...You will find out soon. I think he will ask you out.” Levi would say as he flipped through the papers he had. “Oh come on tell me big bro!!!” Levi liked teasing his sister and he would then say “Okay...I will tell you if you bring me some tea.” And, even after she does that Levi wouldn’t say it and she would want to beat him up.

During missions, he trusts Armin to be with his little sister since he knows he will protect her and have her back while he is away.

Armin wants to prove to Levi that he is capable of taking care of his little sister too! And he would risk his life for her, Levi knowing that would go up to Armin and say “That’s nice and all, but use your brain and don’t die. Besides...that would make my little sister sad and I wont forgive you if you do that.” That was the only time Levi was real and showed his way of trust to Armin, and that made him happy.

When Levi goes to the library, he would spot his little sister with Armin being all lovey dovey as he wanted to go and grab a book. “Tch, what do you think you both are doing?” Levi had no idea that they were actually on a date and both of them were blushing and were shy. But, he lowkey found that adorable. Later on, his sister would yell at him at how he ruined her date and he would say “Yeah yeah....Sorry.”

Armin would ask Levi sometimes what his little sister likes such as food, her favorite jewelry, or literally anything and Levi would say while raising his eyebrows, “Ask her yourself brat.”

For special occasions he would go for Levi to ask what would he do to make his little sister super happy and Levi appreciates the thought. So, he somehow ends up telling him some ideas and it was a secret plan between them to surprise her.

Armin would ask Levi to train him to be stronger after he starts dating Levi’s little sister, so he can be strong and protect her. “You will never reach my level, but sure.” Levi would say teasing Armin and after every training session, Armin is knocked out, laying on the ground. “Levi!!! What did you do now?” His little sister would yell out running towards Armin who was on the ground, “What? The brat said he wanted me to train him.”

this was such a nice and fun idea and I liked how I made hc’s for other aot characters so thanks for the request anon!! let me know if you liked it and if anyone else did let me know by leaving a like or a reblog! Have a great day and I hope this somehow cheered anyone up! <3

[six-of-cringe]

modern things that each of the crows would love

to celebrate 200 followers on this account lets gooo

Inej - parkour gyms - binoculars & birdwatching - skiing and ski lifts - long car rides + music - fairy lights (NO overhead lighting allowed!!) - basketball shorts w/ big pockets - bagel bites idk why - great british baking show - himalayan salt lamp - those spirograph things - volunteering - botanical gardens and haunted tours. corn mazes also - ✨fingerless gloves✨ - any and all string instruments - idle social media stalking

Jesper - tire swings - candy jewelry (would probably actually wear as part of an outfit n then eat it at the end of the day) - fortnite probably - short locs n long braids (not exclusively modern but listen) - nerf guns - socks with swear words on them - gaming speedrun videos and, like, YTPs. ASAPscience also - PAINTBALL - honestly any of that adrenaline rush stuff - cliff diving, bungee jumping, sky diving, et c. - farm festivals with all the big pretty livestock n horses - beach boardwalks - lil nas x - Taco Tuesday as a concept - jackbox - bananagrams - cars in general

Matthias - dog parks!! - kayaks - CROCS - nature documentaries - those stupid little round grills on tripods - multitools/swiss army knives - national geographic - star wars.... - smiley fries :') - knowyourmeme.com (with this crowd? comes in clutch for him) - sunglasses - hockey - commenting on all of his friends' social media stuff - the Walking With series, don't ask me why it's just based ok - honestly? antique stuff. old bottles and signs and ANCIENT trucks

Nina - Hibachi grills where they make the food in front of you - fun phone cases - rock/fossil/crystal shops - language apps - study abroad programs - cartoons that everyone says are for children - jumpsuits and crop tops - probably EDM - foreign movies - substituting copypastas for actual online arguments - on a related note. phrases like "don't care, didn't ask, plus ur white" and "women aren't funny". everything deep fried in irony - tiktok lol - licking Inej's himalayan salt lamp - makeup palettes. sometimes not even to use, they're just nice to look at - slutty brownies - MOZZARELLA STICKS

Wylan - video games, especially rhythm/music and puzzle games (the hill i will die on) - weighted blankets - noodles and co. mac and cheese fr - noise-cancelling headphones - audiobooks - after-school clubs (you know he would over-commit. too many hobbies on this kid) - 24 the card game - music that messes with convention (e.g. odd time signatures or rhythms); jazz, prog metal - also listening to 4 hour "epic orchestral fantasy" music on youtube while doing tasks - magnetic fidgets - fully just browsing wikipedia - those little kits where you just grow crystals in sugar water?? - mythbusters - videos of people throwing hunks of sodium into lakes - watercolor pencils (I personally would like to kiss the inventor on the mouth)

Kaz - history documentaries - flip phones - hours-long commentary/analysis videos on youtube - yes. Monopoly - starbucks but he'd never admit it - trespassing into random abandoned buildings - making people angry in online arguments (his opinions magically change entirely based on who he is trying to bother) - on a related note. political compass memes - saying that he "doesn't listen to music" - then listening to like. Bon Iver lol - and MCR who are we kidding - DnD probably (DMing specifically) - gloves that work on touch screens - really nice pens - hacking into people's social media for fun

A few things they all would probably enjoy - escape rooms!! - honestly?? minecraft - pixar, whether or not they admit it - HEY VSAUCE MICHAEL HERE- - of course a little crime. a little skullduggery. a little digging up dirt on shitty school board members - the scholastic book fair lol - REN FAIRE??? - watching bad reality tv to tear it apart - memes of all flavors

[arcadejohn127-9]

Heyyy, I hope you’re doing ok! I love ur blog and I know we’re strangers who will possibly never meet but Recently, the little things have pushed me over the edge and close to an anxiety attack I presume but I’ve been using knitting and crochet to cope. It sounds weird Ik, but may u do the brothers and Undateables with an MC who does that and MC just ends up making so much stuff in one day that she gives it away to them. I’m so sorry if it’s weird, pls feel free to choose whether to do it or not but this blog has made me a little happier than before, thank you for reading and being here!

I actually use to do knitting, never finished anything and lost interest but it was really calming and fun. Couldn't keep my attention for long as it was very repetitive and got boring quickly but I always just genuinely enjoyed it despite that?

Stress knitting seems like the most wholesome way to handle anxiety and stress, it helps you focus on something else, you're being productive and having fun aswell as being safe! Though do be careful with the needles

And thank you for being here and supporting me, I'm glad I could make you feel even a little bit happier, a small amount of happiness is better than none! So thank you for making my night with how kind you are! Your habit and anxiety relief isn't weird at all, I don't see how it could be weird tbh

Sorry this took so long, I feel stupid now but I got really stumped on some of them on what to make but now I'm laughing at myself due to how obvious they were

Lucifer:

You made him mug holders and now it's all he uses

"It's very useful, I'll take extra care of it - no need to worry."

He can handle the heat but he must use what you've made

You even made a massive sweater and socks for Cerberus

How you got his dogs measurements is beyond him but it was the most prominent things he uses from your biggest pile

But he was no fool, he knew you

He knew your habits and how you've grown more anxious

He isn't always the most available person with his emotions and with his schedule

But he was always willing to listen to your issues

Mammon:

You made him a money pouch - how could he not be happy??!!

He loves jingling it to hear all his latest 'finds'

What was even better you made him a sweater he got to wear for his modeling job and show off to Everyone

That article was an interesting find

"CHECK IT! everyone loved your sweater! I say we can make a bussiness with this."

But when you come handing him a large bag full of your latest projects he can't help but raise a brow

He's greedy, he loves being showered in gifts

But he knew you, he took note on your emotional

He got pouty but he hugged your shoulders

Reminding you that you can always come to him and he'll make you feel better

Levithan:

You made him knitted wrist support, for his long gaming sessions

He wears them pretty much everyday at this point

Not only are they comfortable and helpful

But you made them! Specifically for him! For him to use! YOU MADE IT!

Has bragged to his gaming friends about it one too many times

"My player 2 is obviously better than yours, does yours knit cute things for you? I thought so."

Also you made him a crotchet plush of his favourite animal crossing chatacter, he prefers the Devildom version of the game but he's a sucker for bright cute things

Anything he could he'd either put in on his desk or on his figure cupboards

But when you come in with a massive pile, strained smile he felt himself panic

You both have anxiety, you were comrades in it! So of course he knew how knitting was part of your coping mechanism

He felt annoyed and worried on why you weren't coming to him but quickly calmed himself down, when he saw he patted your head

Explaining you can always come to him because you're in this together

He definitely stole a line or two from his latest favourite media

Satan:

Crotchet chair cat paw socks was his favourite out of the pile

"They're little paws..... I need these for all my furniture!"

His second favourite is the baggy sweater you knitted for him

He's going to cherish these gifts until he dies

Which could be never

Though even in death he'd be keeping what you've made him

Worried about the massive increase as he knows it's coping for your anxiety

He's read books about anxiety so he has a fair amount of knowledge on it

Insists you can always come to him when you're worried

Asmodeus:

He adored everything you made!

The sweater had little holes in them? He doesn't care and even smirks at the holes

"wanting to expose my beautiful skin~? I don't blame you."

Made a scarf? He'll wear that instead of his usual black one

Just knitted squares or unwearable things? Proudly shows off your work

Is concerned you've been so ridden with anxiety

He wants to help as much as he can, he has teas and bath scents for these kind of things

Just say the word and he'll bring all of it out

Beezlebub:

A crotchet layered burger he can take apart because it's velcro-ed together??!

It's like a real burger!

He tries not to bite or chew on it but it has happened before

Would feel awful if he accidentally ripped it

"I love it, are you going to make more?"

Didn't expect for you to actually make more

As time went on he learned that it helps you calm down from anxiety

So he especially didn't expect you to come in with a massive bag full of your latest creation's

He immediately got worried

You wanted to show them off to distract your mind but he just grabbed your head

Gently moving it so you looked at him

He told you he wants to help and he'll be there for you, no matter what and no matter when

Belphegor:

You made him w blanket - you know how young children are normally seen with baby blankets? Just always carrying them around

Yeah that's him

"You can't make me take it off Lucifer-! This is MY gift from (Y/N) and I'm going to make sure everyone sees it!"

Always showing off the blanket you made him by carrying it around or having it wrapped around him

He loves it! He also loves the pillow covers you made! It helps spice up his pillow collection

But you can't hide your anxiety from him, he goes out of his way to give people it

And soon he found out how kitting was a coping mechanism

He felt a little special you were making him things because it calmed you down but also worried about your mental health

The concern RISED when you were in the attic, placing and organising the big pile you had

He hugged you and flopped onto the bed

Telling you that he'll look after you and you can tell him what's wrong, stress naps are always welcomed with him

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Didn't expect to find such a huge pile of new stuff in his room

He saw mug holders and mits

Horn warmers

And his favourite- a shawl with tassels, he immediately wrapped it around him and refused to take it off

He's going to wear this everywhere no matter his outfit

"Barbatos can be strict but I'll wear this no matter what, if I even see a spec of dirty on it I'll make sure to get it cleaned with delicate care."

But then it hit him, you become more active with your hobby when you become anxious

He immediately got to you, asking you if you're okay

He's ready to charge your whole class schedule if he has to

Barbatos:

You crocheted desserts and he never felt so much warmth and love in his heart

Almost collapsed from sweetness when he found a knitted pair of gloves in the big pile of your creation's

Appreciates the gifts alot

"these are marvelous, I look forward to see what else you make."

Brings you calming teas as a thank you, understanding your anxiety must be high

Offers a shoulder to cry on and happy to take time out of his schedule to listen to your worries

He asks you to teach him so he can make things like you

He wants to repay you for all the things you've given him

Solomon:

Has a whole room dedicated to everything you've ever made and given him

Whenever he has guests he likes to take them to check out your creations

"Come and admire my collection, My apprentice made these, aren't they neat?"

The potion sacks you've made are extremely useful

Aswell as the coldrain mat

Can sense your anxious energy in the newest creation's and gets concerned

He'll invite you over to talk about what's wrong

Let's you to take your time incase you're comfortable to talk

Simeon:

His favourite amongst the massive pile was a cute crotchet octopus

It was nicely stuffed and felt so nice to rest his head on

Others that peaked his fancy were the long wrist warmers you made, the way you made it made it look like lace

Aswell as a shawl and the very well made bag to store his books in

"You're so thoughtful, I'll treasure them all."

But he noticed just how worked up you've been and knew your anxious habits

Sat you down for tea to ask what how you're feeling and if could help

Also offers to be a guardian angel and make sure you don't get so anxious

If he can he'll wear an entire outfit made out of your knitting

Luke:

Is in awe how much you gave him

Almost died with Happiest when you knitted him a new hat

The crotchet wings you made just made him bounce with joy

He loves everything!!!

"I'm going to wear everything you've made and carry the little crochet puppy with me everywhere! I promise I'll take good care of him!"

Though will always check in on you

Once he's learned you do it more or only when you're really anxious he'll want to do everything he can to help

Has looked up guides on how to help people with their anxiety and panic attacks

He's going to be your guardian angel!