#do not let this flop I worked hard on this bitch

[stardustprompts]

stick season  ( we’ll all be here forever )  -   noah kahan change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  mental heath ,  alcoholism ,  death ,  suicidal references ,  language

‘if I get too close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.’

‘oh, I was raised out in the cold.’ 

‘as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.’ 

‘now i’m stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face.’ 

‘I am terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains.’ 

‘I saw your mom she forgot that I existed.’ 

‘it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim.’

‘i’ll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose.’ 

‘now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do.’

‘so I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad that I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.’

‘I am no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh.’ 

‘you once called me ‘forever’ now you still can’t call me back.’ 

‘I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it.’ 

‘I’m saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.’ 

‘no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere.’ 

‘now I know your name but not who you are.’ 

‘it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.’

‘you got all my love.’

‘if you need me, dear, I’m the same as I was.’ 

‘write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be.’ 

‘you burrowed in, under my skin, what I’d give to have you out from me.’ 

‘but I still recall how the leather in your car feels.’ 

‘at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars heal.’ 

‘I swear I was scared to death.’ 

‘I’ll never let you go.’ 

‘everything’s alright when she calls me back.’ 

‘for bullshit, I do not have time.’ 

‘I don’t get much sleep most nights.’ 

‘I’ll love you when the oceans dry. I’ll love you when the rivers freeze.’ 

‘do you lie awake restless?’ 

‘oh, there was heaven in your eyes.’ 

‘I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.’ 

‘i’m in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak.’ 

‘come over.’ 

‘I was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad.’ 

‘my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.’ 

‘the dow jones keeps falling, but I promise you, with the view in the morning, you won’t ever go back.’ 

‘someday I’m gonna be somebody people want.’ 

‘you gave me your word, and now I can’t pronounce it.’ 

‘would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we’re too slow moving. we trust everyone one we meet.’

‘we didn’t know that the sun was collapsing.’

‘I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.’ 

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.’

‘it’s been a long year.’

‘come over, the party’s gone slower. and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober.’ 

‘there’s orange juice in the kitchen. it’s yours if you want it.’ 

‘feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.’ 

‘why’d you go?’ 

‘I haven’t drank in six months on the dot.’ 

‘it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.’

‘don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?’

‘are we all just pulling you down?’ 

‘remember telling me that you thought you were cursed?’ 

‘I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.’ 

‘if I could lose you, I would.’ 

‘those things I miss, but know are never coming back.’ 

‘no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental like a stranger in the park.’ 

‘if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit.’ 

‘I’m still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them.’ 

‘I ignore things, and I move sideways ‘til I forget what I felt in the first place.’

‘at the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.’

‘I’m terrified that I might never have met me.’ 

‘if my engine works perfect on empty, I guess I’ll drive.’ 

‘why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be, keeps rushing me.’ 

‘if all my life was wasted, I don’t mind, I’ll watch it go.’ 

‘it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.’ 

‘I drink ‘til I drown, and I smoke ‘til I’m burning.’ 

‘I worry for you, you worry for me. and it’s fine if we know we won’t change.’ 

‘the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in. the bridges have long since been burnt.’ 

‘it’s not halloween but the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt.’ 

‘I know that you fear that I’m wicked and weary.’ 

‘I know that you’re fearing the end.’

‘I only tell truth when I’m sure that I’m lying.’

‘the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.’ 

‘time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failing.’ 

‘I stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.’

‘I would leave if only I could find a reason.’  

‘I got dreams, but I can’t make myself believe them.’

‘spend the rest of my life with what could’ve been.’ 

‘I will die in the house that I grew up in.’ 

‘I don’t wanna say goodbye.’

‘it only falls into place when you’re falling to pieces.’

‘it’s like i’m still here with you.’ 

‘the past is coming back with the light in the morning.’ 

‘can I fix what is broken?’ 

‘for a minute, the world seems so simple.’

‘I am not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again.’

‘it’s all washing over me, I’m angry again.’ 

‘who was I to watch you wilt?’ 

‘you’ll always be a flower on my skin.’ 

‘I promise to be there this time, alright?’ 

‘I’m naming the stars in the sky after you.’ 

‘I spiral out, try and float.’ 

‘i’m remembering I promised to forget you now.’

‘it’s raining and I’m calling drunk.’ 

‘am I honest still?’ 

‘am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it.’ 

‘I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know.’ 

‘I’ll die for you.’ 

‘I’m untethering from the part of me you’d recognize.’

‘I’ll let the pain metastasize.’

‘I gave your name as my emergency phone call. it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.’ 

‘it just ain’t that simple, it never was.’ 

‘I’m not from around here.’

‘i’ll turn up the music and I’ll forget until it ends, that I’m not ready to let go yet.’

‘it’s typical, I fear. folks just disappear.’ 

‘if I could leave, I would’ve already left.’ 

‘I pull no punches, then I feel bad for months.’ 

‘I finally got sewed up, set a time, then I showed up. now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.’ 

‘I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.’ 

‘I filled the hole in my head with prescription medications and I forgot how to cry.’ 

‘who am I to complain?’ 

‘now the pain’s different, it still exists, it just escapes different.’ 

‘I can finally eat and I can fall asleep, it’s fine.’

‘oh, you’re spiraling again.’ 

‘don’t let this darkness fool you. all lights turned off can be turned on.’ 

‘I’ll drive all night. I’ll call your mom.’ 

‘don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.’ 

‘if you could see yourself like this, you’d have never tried it.’ 

‘don’t want to drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing.’ 

‘won’t you stay with me?’ 

‘this is good land, or at least it was.’ 

‘it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.’ 

‘you’re the greatest thing I’ve lost.’ 

‘we ain’t angry at you, we’ll be waiting for you.’ 

we’ll all be here forever.’ 

‘we’re overdue for a revival. we spent so long just getting by.’ 

‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’ 

‘you’re gonna go far.’ 

#rp memes #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #music prompts #music sentence starters #stick season sentence starters #stick season memes #stick season prompts #noah kahan prompts #noah kahan sentence starters #noah kahan memes #do not let this flop I worked hard on this bitch #and noah is a fucking Genuis

[bigfatbimbo]

vox w/shark features (x reader) hcs —

warnings — maybe a little suggestive(??), mostly just fluff, like if you don’t read into it, it’s just fluff, also not proofread!!!

summary — Prompt taken from a previous ask regarding Vox with sharkish features

a/n — I almost had motivation today! This is what it got me. To be honest, i’m so in my flop era.

So this is following an idea given to me by an anon a couple days ago and I really liked it so i’m spewing out nonsense because I DID NOT! do the idea justice in the initial ask.

Basically, the idea is simple; Vox sharing similar features with a shark. This meaning fins, gills, a tail, things like that. Now, to sum up a few ideas from the original request, Vox would probably keep these traits pretty hidden.

He’d use maybe a very tight binder to hide his tail and back fin during his work hours. They don’t go with his brand of perfection.

“That’s not plausible at all! Those things would never fit into a binder!” Cartoon logic here, babe. They flatten and obviously comedically pop up with a tv-show-ish sound effect. Obviously.

But needless to say, they’re very sensitive to touch by the end of the day. Yknow, because of the uncomfortable situation of being tightly strapped down for 12 hour shifts, maybe more.

So here’s where you come in (finally.) For him to even show these features, he’d have to trust you. So once you earn that trust and he finally takes off his restraints, he’d be trying to act nonchalant while revealing his sharkish characteristics.

Like obviously you’re staring at him. I mean, fuck, his fins are honestly mesmerizing. But Vox being the bitch he is, gets super defensive immediately. “Um, what the fuck are you looking at? Do you have something to say?”

And you kinda just blink at him before extending your hand out to touch the fin on his upper back thats protruding through the hole, presumably for this purpose, in his clothes.

Maybe all you say is, “You’re so..” and trail off while your fingers graze the surface of the fin. With the sudden contact, he’d jump back immediately and hiss, “Watch it.”

But then your hand finds the same part once more and starts petting the sensitive part very gently, “You’re so pretty, Vox.” And he’d fight so hard not to totally sink into your soothing movements on his aching fin, but despite himself, he’d let a little sigh out.

Fighting for his composure, he’d whisper very aggressively, “Y/n, just drop it.” But, of course, you wouldn’t dream of it. Instead, your free hand would find his tail and to the same motions there.

Cursing under his breath, he’d sink closer towards you, probably mumbling profanities in your direction. And after all, his more shark-ish parts are very touch-starved. He doesn’t let a lot of people see them, nor touch them for that matter. I mean, maybe a side piece or something would catch a glimpse after a one night stand but… if they ever mentioned something about it then they’d be more ‘side pieces’ than side piece.

But you’re rubbing your hands up and down the skin of his tail and gently massaging his fin with tender hands while muttering under your breath about how ‘beautiful’ and ‘extraordinary’ they are.

He’s letting out content sighs and, if your hands ever dare to slow, little grunts and whines of ‘why’d you stop?’ ‘who the fuck told you to slow down?’ But his bark wouldn’t have any bite, not when he’s almost fulling leaning against you, breathing in your kind words and rubbings his tense shark parts that are so desperately needing attention.

And I think the original anon mention something about gills or fins on the bottom of his forearms. Just imagine your hands start to explore his body a little more and finding his little gills, bringing them up to your lips, and pressing small, light kisses on them.

I think he’d genuinely bug out. Like he’d be glitching and telling you to ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ but he wouldn’t mean it. He just gets so defensive when he’s flustered.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #inbox open #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #dom reader #vox x you #vox fluff

[airaibunny]

miyeon x reader - “the idea of her” (warnings: fluff, kissing, nudity)

a/n: BLONDE MIYEON APPRECIATION! this is literally an adaptation of a chapter story i had in my notes app😭 i haven’t the slightest clue if miyeon can drive, but pretend she can. i also do not know how gidle’s dorm situation works, once again, just pretend i’m right.

IM SORRY FOR LYING, I KNOW I SAID I WOULD WRITE THE ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ MINA SMUT NEXT, BUT THIS JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND I HAD TO.

anyway, hope you enjoy pooks😭

word count: 1.3k

"y/n."

"y/n!"

"Y/N?!"

you barely register yuqi calling you as you’re zoning out. you’re at a fansign and should be paying attention to the fans, but you just can’t help being completely enraptured with her.

everything from her gorgeous blonde hair to the way her eyes squint when she smiles has you completely smitten. you’ve been in the same group for years and you’ve felt this way from the very beginning. you’re sure nobody can notice how you feel though, or at least you hope so for the sake of your career. if you’re wrong, cho miyeon might be the reason for your untimely expulsion.

"y/n? are you there? we’re leaving." yuqi waves a hand in front of your face and pulls you out of your chair before you can react. you finally notice everyone packing up around you. maybe you zoned out a bit too hard.

"oh, okay." you simply follow yuqi as she pulls your hand and walks you to the car. the entire way there you’re looking around for miyeon, but she’s nowhere to be seen. once you get to the car, yuqi practically throws you inside and you bump into shuhua.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” of course shuhua being shuhua starts yelling and whining at you. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, YUQI THREW ME!” shuhua shifts her anger towards yuqi, shouting at her instead.

“oh sorry, i didn’t realize i was in your way, BITCH!" she rubs her arm where you bumped into her and then does the same to you. "you’re the bitch, STOP YELLING!" shuhua stops rubbing your arm and fully turns to the passenger seat where yuqi is. “how the fuck are you going to tell me to stop yelling WHILE YOU’RE YELLING?!”

just as shuhua is finishing her sentence, miyeon gets in the drivers seat of the car.

“oh my god, both of you shut up. i can hear you from outside.”

she isn’t even talking to you, but you halt your breathing unconsciously. fuck, how is she so devine? you’re sitting in the backseat opposite to the drivers seat, so you have a perfect view of her.

“minnie and soyeon are driving back in the other car, does anyone want to switch cars to even it out?”

yuqi immediately storms out of the car and slams the door behind her. shuhua scoffs in response. them arguing is normal, you’re sure they’ll be completely fine as soon as you get home.

“now i feel lonely, someone come sit up here.” shuhua doesn’t react, so you’re guessing she doesn’t want to move. you take advantage of the opportunity and go sit bedside miyeon. she smiles when you sit and your eyes widen, she’s just so incredible.

once you’re on the road, you put headphones in and sneakily stare a miyeon every now and then. a few more minutes into the drive, you feel her hand land on your thigh. you tense at the feeling, but continue facing forward. you all have little to no boundaries with each other, miyeon doing this is not new. nevertheless, her touch quickens your heartbeat immensely.

you fiercely wish you could tell her how you feel. she’s never explicitly told you she doesn’t like girls, so a relationship with her is plausible. be that as it may, you have no clue if she likes you.

you finally arrive at the dorms and follow miyeon around while she grabs things from the trunk and walks upstairs. you practically attach yourself to her every chance you get.

you walk through the front door and flop down on the couch, watching as miyeon walks around trying to tidy things up before bed. you don’t realize that you’re dozing off until someone pats your upper back, softly whispering to you.

“hey, let’s go to bed.”

you slightly open your eyes to see miyeon kneeling in front of your face, smiling at you. you stand and she takes your hand, holding it all the way to her room. you’re hesitant to go in because you don’t normally sleep with miyeon, you share a room with shuhua.

“oh, right. yuqi and shuhua are over their little fight as usual so yuqi went to sleep in your room, they kind of kicked you out.”

“oh.”

you try hiding your excitement as you completely walk into the room. this doesn’t happen often, but you love when it does. you delight in falling asleep next to miyeon, even if she’s in a completely different bed.

“oh shit, i didn’t think to grab your pijamas before they fell asleep. you can just wear mine.”

she picks random clothes from her closet and hands them to you. she also picks some for herself and begins undressing. you get extremely flustered. even after all this time changing together for music shows and photo shoots and whatnot, you still can’t handle seeing her naked. when it’s any of the others, you’re not fazed at all, it’s only her.

she finishes changing and looks your way, rolling her eyes. “change! i don’t want you to fall asleep in those clothes.” she walks outside to do something and leaves you alone in the room. you try changing, but fall back on the bed instead. you’re so tired, you start to doze off again.

you fall asleep and awake a few minutes later to miyeon pulling your shirt off. you nearly die in that instant.

holy fuck.

“i told you to change.”

she completely takes your shirt off and throws it aside, turning back to you. her face is centimeters away from yours. so close that one rough move would make your lips touch.

you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and lean into her without thinking. you immediately pull back, slapping a hand over your lips.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.”

she’s frozen for a few seconds. you curse yourself as you feel tears forming in your eyes. why would you do that? that was so reckless. what if you just ruined your friendship with her?

“miyeon, i’m so sorry.”

she puts a hand on your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss. you swear you can feel every single thing on your mind fade away. the only feeling you’re aware of in this moment is her lips on yours. they’re warm and soft, just like you imagined.

“don’t apologize.”

she whispers against you lips with a smile. you pull her back in, deepening the kiss. you know it’s cliché, but you wish you could stay here forever. you part her lips with your tongue, gently pushing it inside her mouth. she giggles at your excitement, letting you take control of the kiss.

“how long have you been holding that in?”

she taunts as she pulls away, placing her hand on your thigh. “i don’t know.” she chuckles at you. “wanna know how long i’ve been holding it in?” your cheeks redden at her question. she’s liked you this entire time. why didn’t you do something sooner?!

“a very long time.” she leans in for another quick kiss before completely laying down on the bed. “finish changing and come cuddle with me.” you hop up and tear all of your clothes off, putting on your pijamas as quickly as you can.

“you’re so cute.” you hear her remark as you’re struggling to put your shorts on. as soon as you’re done, you jump back into bed, wrapping around her like a sloth. you plant kisses all over her face as she smiles, you just can’t contain yourself. you can’t fathom that she actually likes you. the girl you’ve been completely whipped for all this time actually likes you.

she pushes your hair out of you face, running her fingers through it.

“miyeon?” you ask while looking into her eyes. “yes?” she responds, still playing with your hair. “what are we now?” she kisses you again, bringing you closer to her chest.

“whatever you want us to be, pretty girl.”

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #fanfic #kpop gg #fanfiction #kpop x you #kpop fluff #gidle imagines #gidle x reader #gidle fluff #gidle miyeon #gidle shuhua #gidle yuqi #gidle #miyeon #cho miyeon #miyeon x reader #kpop gg x reader #kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #miyeon gidle #kpop girls #kpop #fluff fic #fluffy #fluff #fluff prompts #wlw #wlw fluff #wlw love

[flametrashiraarchive]

I know I said I was feeling burned out but I think I was just a little burned out on writing KNY and needed a lil switchup.

So...

Welcome Home

Levi Ackerman x GN!reader who walks in on him...

NSFW below the cut.

Deep down you knew that Levi took no pleasure in sitting missions out due to injury, but that didn't stop you from being pissed about it. The thought of him sitting in his cozy little office, sipping tea in his comfy chair haunted you while you were up to your knees in titan guts, marching in the pouring rain, and surviving on shitty rations.

Ordinarily you'd be fighting alongside each other, giving each other shit until the moment you found yourselves alone and you could finally finally put that smart mouth of his to work. His absence frustrated you. 

So when you got back to the barracks, you stormed to Levi's office. Not for any particular reason, just to bitch and piss him off.

You heaved open the door. "Hey asshole, we could've used you out th–" The words died on your tongue as you were met with the sight of him standing with his back to you, hunched over his desk, disheveled and sweating, pumping his cock in his fist. His ass was completely bare, his trousers pooled at the tops of his thighs.

For a moment his entire body was shaking from the ferocity of his pace before he froze and spun around to face you. 

"Fuck! I'm s–" You went to close the door to give him privacy.

"Shit, wait! God…" The look of mortification on his face was painful. "Come back!"

You froze, one hand still on the door handle. "Captain, I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that captain shit, just come here."

The weary glare he usually wore was long gone, replaced by something altogether more frantic and desperate. He tried to tuck his cock back in his trousers as you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, but he was still so hard it was proving easier said than done. You averted your eyes and instead tried to occupy your gaze with the empty tea cup on his desk.

Your restraint lasted less than two seconds before your eyes were back on him. There was something about seeing Levi, who was usually so calm and collected, blushing and furiously trying to stuff his cock into his trousers; it made your breath catch. His dark hair flopped into his eyes, damp with sweat and uncharacteristically messy.

He raised his eyes to meet yours. "I don't… normally I don't… I mean… Fuck, don't look at me. It's been like this all damn day."

"Do you need a hand?"

His eyes widened, the whites completely surrounding his gray irises as his lips parted slightly. "A… what?"

You closed the distance between you, your breath sitting uncomfortably heavy in your chest. "I can help you with it if you like?"

Levi looked back at you completely astounded for a moment before he sighed and released his grip on his cock. It bobbed back up, sticking straight out toward you, the tip dark pink and puffy. "I heard you were coming back from the expedition," he said, his voice low and breathless. "I couldn't stop myself. I feel like a damn teenager when I think about you. It hasn't gone down fully all day. I just want… god, I want..." he closes his eyes and puts his head back as you slide your hand down his thigh. "Shit…"

You caught his chin in your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words, Levi. Tell me what you want."

His lips quivered for a moment as he considered his response. When it finally came, his façade of control was most definitely faltering. His voice wavered ever so slightly no matter how measured he tried to make it. "I want you to let me cum. Please. It… it feels better when you do it."

"Well, look at that. You do have nice manners after all." Heat pooled in the pit of your belly as you got down on your knees in front of him and he watched you with a look of desperation and disbelief. 

You hadn't even touched him yet, but his knuckles were pale peaks against the edge of his desk as he sucked in a breath between his teeth. "Oh god~"

"Mm," you brought your lips achingly close to his tip, knowing he could feel your breath tickling his skin. Precum gathered at the slit, dripping in clear beads.  "You have such a pretty cock, Levi."

His dick twitched at your compliment. You raised your head to smirk at the captain, but the sight of him completely erased your smile. God, the times you've witnessed that man charge headlong into the gaping maws of titans, pulled him back from the edge of bloodlust frenzies, consoled him through losses… but you've never seen him so flustered. 

His pale skin was dusted a pretty shade of pink as he gazed down at you, his eyes half-lidded and drunk with desire. He reached down a slender hand and lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing his lower belly– because far be it from Levi to get even a single smear of precum on his pristine uniform.

You leaned in and kissed alongside the sparse trail of dark hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock. 

"God, hurry up… please I need to cum…"

You tutted. "You will. Be patient."

"Tch." He bared his teeth. "You drive me fucking crazy."

"I haven't even gotten started." 

Part of you wanted to keep teasing him and get him really riled up, but another, far brattier part wanted to taste him, to feel him shudder and hear him whine. So you held his gaze and leaned in to kiss the head of his cock, slowly, deeply, letting your tongue explore the bulbous shape of it and taste the salty sweet beads of pre running down the underside. "This what you want?"

Levi's throat flexed as he released a deep groan of relief. "Ohhh…fffuckkk, yes." He bit his lip as you took him deeper, licking the underside of his shaft. "Oh that's it, that's it. Take it all. Take my fucking cock."

One of his hands released its grip on the desk and ran across the top of your head, down to the nape of your neck. 

"Oh look at you, look at you," he whispered. "Sucking my cock so we-heh-ll." His composure slipped as you pulled back and firmly sucked his tip, tonguing his slit. He whimpered, desperately trying to thrust deeper into your mouth. "Ngh… more. More, please. Please please pl– let m– oh god. Fuckfuck fuck!"

Every cry, every breathless plea seemed to shred in his throat as he fought the urge to just thrust into your mouth. But every time you felt him getting bolder, you withdrew, pulling back to kiss and suck the tip until he was little more than a mewling puddle. 

He leaned back farther on the desk, bracing his weight on his elbow as his thighs trembled beneath your palms.

It was too delicious, watching him fall apart; sweating, gasping, blushing as he tried to rake his hair back from his forehead, only to have it fall back down as he tilted his chin to watch you. It seemed he couldn't get enough of the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips as you bobbed your head. 

"Ah, fuck-ing hell…" he groaned as his toes curled inside his boots. "So perfect so fucking perfect. Don't stop, don't stop… that's it. There… just like… oh God I'm cumming, I'm c–"

He fell apart with a guttural cry, his stomach clenching and undulating as he filled your throat. Levi never came quietly; his voice cracking as he groaned and thrust into you, making you tear up. 

Finally, when his orgasm subsided he sat, cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away the tears glistening on your eyelashes. "You good?" 

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

He released a heavy breath, letting his shoulders relax before he swept a hand through his hair and regained his composure. Clearing his throat, he asked, "You wanted to see me about something?"

The question was so nonchalant it made you smile. Truth be told, you were still going to give him shit about missing the mission later– it would have been a much easier fight with him after all. But more than that, you'd just missed him, though admitting it would only ever earn you an eye roll or a disdainful glare. "Doesn't matter."

Levi gave a quick nod and pushed off from the desk. "Alright then, switch."

As welcoming parties went, there were far worse. 

#levi x y/n #levi smut #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman smut #captain ackerman smut #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #attack on titan smut

[atarathegreat]

They Come Home Late Tokyo Revengers

ft: Shinichiro Sano, Kazushi Yamagishi, Takuya Yamamoto,

No one likes to work late, unless you're Shinichiro, but canonically he don't get bitches soooo

Call it a nuisance all you want, Shinichiro would argue that it was just another day at the shop. That man would spend hours upon hours in his shop, or rather, the garage attached to it. You never really understood why it was all important to Shin, you just knew it was. He loved fixing what was broken and what was better for a biker mechanic to fix than a bike? Nothing, if you asked the eldest Sano boy. He was bound and determined to make any and everything work the right way the first time. Yet, like a curse, any Sano could never have something they loved without a catch, a cruel take from the universe for the give Shinichiro received. Sometimes he spent so much time in his shop, or garage, or on his own bike that he rarely got to see you conscious. He always arrived home well after you'd gone to bed, and that's the thought that plagued him as he ate his cold dinner. It had no doubt been warm when you'd placed it in the oven, but now it was cold, and Shinichiro couldn't bring himself to risk the beeping microwave waking you. You worked just as hard as he did, if not more, and he didn't want to be a factor to your fatigue. He stayed against the counter for only a moment longer, finishing his cigarette butt before tossing it in a cup of water. You'd scold him for the mess and he'd clean it with a smile, as was routine. Shinichiro tried to manage staying at your place and at his grandfather's with his siblings, but he hated it when he didn't get to see you. Something about the decor in your home made him feel better after a long day, the muted, yet somehow bright, colors hanging over your windows and the old, shaggy, puke green carpet in your living room was always something soft for him to nap on. As tempting as the living room floor was, Shinichiro made a b-line for your bedroom. He cursed quietly as the door creaked open, letting his eyes adjust to the pitch black that swallowed everything past the doorway. He stumbled forward, hands outstretched to touch your dresser or the hope chest at the foot of your bed that he always managed to find with his abused pinky toe. A low bang echoed through your room, Shin doubling over into the stupid wooden box as his toes once again made sure he wouldn't slam his knees into it. "Hello?" Groggy was the best sound on you, if only he wasn't sucking in deep, pain filled breaths. "Jus' me, hon. Fuck, I kicked the damn oversized shoebox again." Thumps followed his words as he crawled over the chest and into your bed. Your tired giggles almost made him question why he chose to spend so much time with the bikes. Almost. You rolled onto your back as Shinichiro crawled over you, twisting the blanket around and forcing you to shuffle until you were comfortable underneath him. "How's the shop doin'?" A heavy yawn pried your jaw apart. The last thing he wanted to talk about with you was the shop, the last thing he cared about at the moment was the shop. So he didn't answer you, and kept you from asking anything else by kissing you. Muscles shivered as your fingertips grazed Shinichiro's skin, coming to rest behind his ears and over the hinge of his jaw. "M'sorry I been absent." Shinichiro panted softly as he pushed himself up again, flopping on the bed next to you, "I've got a day off comin' up, if ya' wanna spend it with me, Mikey, and Emma."

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It never seemed to be enough. No matter how much work he did, how dirty his hands got, Yamagishi wasn't ever given the break he deserved. Takemichi was even being a prick, more often than not screaming about how Yamagishi and the others couldn't do their jobs right in any capacity. He'd taken more than enough abuse from his best friend turned boss, even Takuya was getting tired of the act. There wasn't anything the group could do right anymore, and they knew it. Yamagishi growled and slammed the radio volume to zero, more pissed than anything that his childhood friends were suffering and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. It made him even more angry to think harder on it: he didn't get his ass handed to him time after time, right next to Takemichi, for Michi to be the one hurting them all now. A part of Yamagishi always knew that gangs were never fun and games, but now that he was a higher ranking thug, he truly understood it. There always seemed to be a scowl transfixed on the man's face, but it became a deep, deep grimace as he pulled into the driveway of his too big house that he'd bought when he was drunk and now couldn't get rid of. You enjoyed it, it seemed. When you first moved in you had been more than excited to explore every damn room. Yamagishi's lip quirked upward, not quite a smile, at the memory as he failed to notice you watching him from the window. As he opened the door he couldn't help but think that you looked like a dog. Sitting on the couch with such hopeful eyes, waiting for him to give the signal that you could bombard him with affections as your hands did giddy little dances in your lap. Yeah, a dog. "Sorry, babe, not right now." Yamagishi sighed, walking past you and toward the kitchen. It was routine, after a few aggravated nights of him storming out because you failed to notice that he couldn't take much more emotion in the day. Of course, the second he was calmed from his day, Yamagishi would leave a lingering kiss on your hand, almost as an unspoken incantation that hauled you into his form with smiles, kisses, hugs, and multiple questions of his day. So instead you nodded and followed behind him into the kitchen. You weren't a golden retriever, that much was evident. Yamagishi pushed his glasses up so he could see you from the corner of his eye, "Are you in just one of my shirts?" He watched as your little hands grabbed the hem and pulled it down with a faint "yeah." A sigh tumbled from his lips and to the floor, thick enough you could probably kick it back up to his face, "C'mere." He liked your slow steps, unsure of if he was giving you permission to touch him, or if it was just a him moment. "Up ya' go." Yamagishi grunted, plopping you onto the counter, "Thought I told you not to wait up for me?" You complied easily as he pulled his shirt off you, revealing your naked body and underwear, "You did..." He sighed again, a more agitated sound, "Then why are you down here and not upstairs in bed?" No words so much as dared enter your throat, and Yamagishi didn't break eye contact as he dropped his coat next to you on the counter, his shirt following but looping over your head. It smelled of sweat, his cologne, and the coffee from the café he visited every morning with Makato and Takuya, it was hard to resist the deep breath you took. "Answer me." He helped your arms through the fabric, his fingers staying at your elbows. "Couldn't sleep. It felt wrong to pass out without seeing you first." And it was the truth. You had a routine down pat, and smothering Yamagishi with all the love he could emotionally handle was part of it. Yamagishi would say you were a smaller breed of dog, something clingy, like a Chihuahua and Dotson mix. His hair fell over his shoulder as he nodded and leaned forward to grab the whiskey from the shelf behind you, "Sorry 'bout it. But I can't change it." Whiskey poured swiftly into a glass, the amber liquid swishing as Yamagishi raised it to his lips, "M'really, really sorry. I wish I could change it." He placed a a chaste kiss to your cheek.

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Takuya was tired and sore from weeks of sleeping in safehouses, empty warehouses, and Makato's couch. He took a moment to examine the new look, making triple sure that this was the apartment he shared with you. The curtains were new, not sunbleached like the old ones you loved so much, and the rug under the coffee table was a completely different texture, the only indication that it was still his home was the pictures you'd hung up of him and you, and the couple of you and your friends. Takuya silently set his duffel bag down, an order you'd given him so that you could make sure his dirty clothes were clean and he had fresh clothes to take with him, and pulled his jacket off to drop on top of it. Waking you at such a late hour would kill him, he thought you needed your beauty rest, even if he missed you like crazy. For the last month he'd been at either Makato's penthouse (such a vain man with money), or at Yamagishi's (who opted to have a simple home with room for him and him alone). As much as Takuya loved his buddies, one didn't have enough room, and the other had small throw blankets with a questionable substance dried onto it that Takuya shuddered just thinking about. He'd be thrilled once he got under the comforter with you, the two of you sharing body heat and curling closely together. Shit. He needed to hurry and get back to you. Clunking echoed down the hall, Takuya cementing that he'd just make it up to you if he woke you up. Though it wasn't something he had to worry about once he saw you sleeping peacefully, laying on your tummy with one leg pulled up, your knee poking free from the blanket. He ghosted his fingers over your exposed skin, not wanting to scare you awake if he just climbed into bed. "My darling, open your eyes for me." His voice was soft, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as your eyelids fluttered open and you had to squint to see, "There you are. Sleeping well without me?" If you hadn't known better, you'd think he was truly upset that you could sleep without his presence. But that's just your Yuya, chuckling as he crawls over you to his side of the new mattress. It's nice, he likes it as he doesn't sink into the plush fabric, "You got a new bed." For a second you falsely think it's a question, but he's only observing. "Mhm, the old one was dirty." No it wasn't, you lying brat, you just didn't want to tell him that you bought it so he'd sleep comfortably. He can sense your lie, but doesn't care too much to debunk it, and he rolls you into him, "Missed you something awful, m'glad to be home." He's got rough hands, a callous built on his thumb from his weapon and a strong grip as he kneads your flesh in his palm. Takuya can't help but notice that you no longer shiver when he glides his finger across your sternum, your body no longer relaxing into his. "What's the problem?" Yuya asks, "Do you still love me?" Such a stupid question, in your mind it should be obvious that you love him. Yeah, the both of you never saw each other in the day time, you always get his bag packed before he wakes up, and save a quick peck on your cheek, you don't even get to tell him goodbye. "Why wouldn't I love you?" You ask, the question sitting wrong in your soul. "You aren't reacting to me..." He mumbled as his fingers dragged up your side again. It felt nice to feel him touch you after so long apart, to look into his eyes and smile as you held his face. It was peaceful. "Not physically." The way you chuckled sent his heart to work, and having you scoot closer was just as thrilling.

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How about Poly Paul and Jared running a training session for the pack in Sam’s absence and being super tough on them so Embry or Jacob or Quil sneak off to get reader and she tells them off for being mean and they’re all pouty about it? I’m obsessed with this duo, they are everything I dreamed they would be!!!

"y/n," quil whined as he came up to the porch of emily's house, dramatically flopping down in front of you, eliciting a series of giggles from you. you set your book down on the table next to you, leaning forward in the rocking chair you were sitting on to get a better look at the boy on the floor in front of you.

"what's wrong?" you giggled, smiling down at him when he let out a dramatic sigh before looking up at you.

"your boy toys, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, are mean as fuck and i think they're literally going to be the reason half of us perish from heat stroke," he explained theatrically before sitting up to lean back on his elbows while he looked around for a bottle of water.

you hummed, quickly handing him your hydroflask so he could have a few sips, "you said they're being mean?" you asked, curious to know what exactly paul and jared were doing to the rest of the pack while sam left them in charge.

quil nodded as he took a massive sip from your hydroflask, letting out a heavy sigh of relief when he swallowed before continuing, "they're like bitching us out for not working hard enough. no joke i think they're off their rockers or something because everyone is dying out there," he explained before taking another massive glug of water while he waited for you to come up with some kind of solution to his problem.

you hummed as you thought about what to do about it, "you guys are just working right past the tree line, right? jared said you all wouldn't be far," you asked, already having a fully thought out plan about how you were going to tell them off for acting absolutely nuts.

you weren't totally sure how quil had managed to get out of there without jared or paul picking up on what his plans were considering they could all read each other's thoughts but you guessed it didn't really matter since he was here now.

"yea we're literally like right over there," he explained, pointing his finger at the tree line and, as if on queue, embry and jacob's wolves came barrelling through the tree line as they fought each other.

you rolled your eyes, "can you come with me to make sure i don't get wiped out by one of these fools?" you asked, turning you attention back to quil who eagerly nodded, happy to know you were going to be dealing with this problem on his behalf.

the two of you got up then, quil taking one last massive gulp of your water before the two of you were walking over to the tree line. he made sure to stay right in front of you in case one of the wolves did accidentally slam into you.

lucky for you, no wolves hit you and the two of you came into the clearing within a minute and you immediately narrowed your eyes at paul and jared who were currently in their wolf forms, both easily towering over the rest of the wolves (minus jacob who you guessed was about the same size as them).

"what the hell are you two doing?" you asked as you walked over to them, all the rest of the pack immediately bouncing around by quil when the realized quil had managed to get you to help them out.

jared was the first to cave, immediately letting out a low whine as he lowered his head in front of you, bowing so he was in a sort of downward dog position. you sighed, turning your attention to paul who looked more disgruntled than anything, "you two are idiots if you think any of these people will listen to you OR trust your decision making abilities if you're mean to them," you ranted, glaring at paul who let out a whine, similar to jared's when he realized you were actually kind of irritated with them.

"and i know both of you are more than qualified to do a good job leading these clowns while sam is out for the day but you two can't seriously think any of these people will actually want to listen to a word you say if you don't treat them with the same respect and kindness they all show you two," you finished, crossing your arms over your chest as you raised an eyebrow at paul, not even the slightest bit concerned that he was easily towering over you in his wolf form.

it was silent for a moment, you and paul just staring at each other while you waited for the other to budge. paul was the first to concede though, letting out a low whine as he also dropped his head so he was in the same downward dog-ish position your other imprinter was in.

you let out a soft sigh, threading your fingers into both of their fur to gently scratch at their heads, "that's what i thought," you murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice that had quil letting out a breathy laugh from behind you, absolutely awestruck that you managed to knock some sense into both of them in record time.

paul let out a low growl as quil's laughter and you just quietly shushed him, "now can we all go inside? it's getting late and emily is just finishing up dinner and i don't wanna fuck up her schedule," you explained, smiling when both boys lifted their heads to nod at you, the rest of the pack quickly trotting to the tree line so they could phase back and get changed.

you sighed, pressing a quick kiss to both of their heads, "i love you both but you two are seriously the biggest idiots i know sometimes," you murmured after the rest of the pack had phased back, giggling when jared rolled his eyes, "okay i'll meet you back at the house?" you asked softy, smiling when both boys nodded and quickly headed behind the trees so they could phase and get changed.

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A/N- Hello everyone! Sorry this chapter took sooooo long to get out. I compensated in making it a bit longer than the usual chapters. I hope y’all enjoy :3

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“Well, did you enjoy that Emily?” You ask Emily as you both pass through the portal, and onto your porch.

“Yes! I finally get what you mean when you say Charlie and I are alike,”

“Sweetie, you are carbon copies of each other, it’s not that hard to come to that conclusion ,”   You smile, and jump when you remember something. 

“By the way, Sinners can be redeemed! I did some digging around a couple of days ago, but I forgot to tell you,” 

For a moment, Emily becomes silent, letting the news sink in. 

Shs squeals. 

“Oh this is amazing! That means that-” 

“That what, Emily?”

The voice of the Elder Seraphim makes you jump out of your skin. 

“Hi, Sera, uhm just, er,” You lose face in front of Sera, but she is more looking at Emily than you. 

“Where exactly have the two of you been? Emily I was looking all around for you today,”

“Oh she was just hanging out with me at my house today-”

“I didn't see you around at all today,” Adam pops up behind you.

Ah yes, him. 

“Were you not out all day today?” You counter. 

“Enough! I already knew that Emily was in Hell with you,”

Your mouth agape, you make an attempt to form a plausible excuse. 

“I uh, just wanted to help out with the aftermath of the extermination and I just invited Emily along, please don't punish her, I really pushed her into it,”  You grimace. Surely there’s going to be a berating headed your way.

Emily gives you a confused look, and you return it with a warning one. 

“Whatever for? It's not like it works anyway,” Sera, despite spewing her bullshit, has her head up high. 

The latter remark makes you stick out your chin, with a defensive attitude. 

“Uh, yes it does, actually,” You smile innocently.

Sera’s face pales. 

“What, what do you mean? Obviously, sinners do not have the capacity to be redeemed,”

“Yeah, the big shot’s right. Those little, dare I say, cunts have already fucked up their one chance, why give them another?”

Your ‘husband’ sides with the Seraphim, but Emily stays beside you. 

“Well why not discuss this in court then?” Your eyes, almost manic glares into the ones of the first man. 

“Wha- What the fuck man? You can't do that-Right Sera, she just can't-”

“No, she can… When do you want to hold the meeting?” She turns to you. 

“Perhaps the day after the next? So that we'll have time to prepare,”

“.... Very well. Emily, let's go,”

Em stays back a bit and mutters, “Whatever happens, I’m on your side. I’ll try to help in anyway I can,”

“You don’t have to,” you mumble back.

“Emily! Let’s go,” Sera hisses. The two Seraphims leave the patio of your home.

“Why the fuck does this matter to you so much bitch?” Adam points an accusing finger at you, which you slap away.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I want to uphold true Heavenly values? You of all people should know that,” You hiss back. 

“Uh, no. Sinners can't be redeemed, now stop preaching all this dumb bullshit, and get ready, because you're going down, bitch,” 

You bite your tongue, because God forbid you send him into a frenzy. You don’t have the time or energy for his tantrum right now.

“Well, I'm going to bed bitch, God, I am so handsome, and cool and amazing,” Adam sashays to the bedroom, irritating you so. 

You pave a path to the living room.

You look at the couch.

You are not planning on sleeping on the same bed as Adam tonight. 

Or the next, for that matter.

You flop on the couch like a tired dog, and doze off. 

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You’re in a desolate landscape. It's familiar. 

Oh yeah, you've been here before. 

Adjacent to you is the pedestal with the glowing ball. 

“Yeah, I’m not doing that again,” You step away from the monument and bump into something.

Or rather, someone.

“Sera? What are you- hey!” The Seraphim suddenly pushes you without warning, cascading you down into a dark pit.

Dark pit… This has happened before.

What the fuck is going on?

Despite your confusion you flap your wings in the darkness, but as soon as you get to the top of the hole again, some force drags you down. 

You look towards the surface, and see exterminators grinning (quite ironically) devilishly at the sight of your downfall

You spiral into the abyss, and the familiar heat appears. 

You hit the ground with a thud, and jump out of your couch, sun rays peeking through the curtains.

What was that dream? That's the second time today that you had a dream such as this. 

What's that glowing ball about?

Why, in the second dream, Sera pushed you into that hole?

Why couldn't you fly? 

Why, did you fall? 

Also, what is up with the ground at the bottom of the pothole?

It was so different from the  empty landscape at the surface, with its red hot coals.

You rub your eyes with your trembling hands. It felt so real, as if your hands are suffering the aftermath of being burnt on the scorching stones.

There's no point crying about it now. 

Time to become your own attorney.

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“So, let me get this straight. There's a court meeting tomorrow and you need Charlie  to be there. On short notice?!” Vaggie groans and rubs her temples. 

“This is the perfect recipe for disaster,” 

“Yah, honestly you fumbled this one toots,” Angel adds, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

“Vaggie, this isn't so bad. At least now we have solid evidence. Who knows? We actually have a fighting chance,” Charlie gives her girlfriend a comforting hug from behind. 

“I know it's short notice, and I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot, but it could help you guys immensely,” You ramble on. 

“Maybe we can sit down and look all of this over. I’ve brought some documents with me, and after possibly I could snatch Sir Pentious to go to the court meeting as well,” You start naming things like a list so fast, the words that leave your mouth are almost unintelligible. 

“Hey, maybe you should sit down. Seems like you're getting the jitters. Oh Charlie! Maybe you should brew a pot of tea, hmm?” Lucifer puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you to the couch. 

“Sorry for getting worked up about all of this, and all, I just have a lot on my plate,” you rub the head of Kiki, calming down to the vibrations of the cat's purrs.

“Yeah I could tell,” The demon holds your shaky hand gently, as if it was made of glass. 

“See, you're shaking. I'm assuming the hearing isn't the only reason you're so anxious,” 

You sigh. 

“Really, I'm fine. Don't worry about it,” You smile, and squeeze his hand.

The King slightly reddens at the touch.

Charlie enters the room with piping hot cups of tea with Vaggie, who was holding a tin of biscuits. Charlie squints at the sight of you and her dad holding hands. Instinctively, you pull away casually.

“Okay, so,” You begin to take out some papers from your bag and place them on the table. 

“Recently, St. Peter gave me receipts of who has entered Heaven in the recent weeks. Even though we know that Sir Pentious is in Heaven, we should still try to match up the dates of when he entered, and the day of extermination,” 

“It'll be good hard cold evidence, especially if we get a grab of Pentious himself…” you bite your lip. 

“We’d probably have to look around for more information… Would either of you know anything?” You turn to the three. 

Lucifer scratches his head for a moment. 

“Hmm, nothing that I could think of-” 

“I believe I could make an attempt to ask Rosie and the other Overlords, they like to be keeping an eye on everything that goes on in Hell,” The familiar nails-on-a-chalkboard voice makes you jump out of your seat, almost spilling the cups of tea on the table. 

Geez, can Alastor abstain himself from giving you a jumpscare just to make his entrance?

“Yeah, that'd be amazing! We really need all hands on deck for this,” Charlie answers for you.

“Thanks Alastor. You're so kind,” You add, just out of habit. 

“It’s no problem my dear. Anything to help out a friend,” 

Friend? Alastor isn't an enemy to you, but you barely have shared any proper conversation to consider him your friend. 

That title he used for you seemed, off, like he doesn't regard you as a friend. 

But why-? 

Oh. 

“Yeah, thanks for your kind offer Alastor, but I'm quite confident that us three have it covered. So can you please remove yourself from here? We need to concentrate,” Lucifer pipes up from beside you, a thin layer of rage decorating his tone. 

“Uhm, some extra help doesn't hurt anyone Dad, right Y/N?” 

It feels like everyone in the room is looking at you for your input. 

Thankfully, your saving grace, Niffty turns the attention to her.

“Why are all the bad boys becoming good boys?! Ugh! So lame,” She groans as she uses a brush to sweep stray crumbs from the floor.

Using this window of opportunity, you change the subject. 

“Okay, now regarding Sir Pentious, I should probably call him now…” 

“I still have the card you gave me!” Charlie takes out the card from her breast pocket, crusted with dry slime and lint.

“You keep that thing on you?” Vaggie cringes.

“Yes, and?” Charlie dials the number on the card. 

Briing rring

You hold your breath as each silent second drags on. 

“Hello? Who isss thiss?” A voice rings from the other end. 

“Sir Pentious, is that you?!” The Princess replies. 

“Charlie? Iss that you?” The voice counters. 

“Oh hi!! So as much as I want to catch up with you, I have a teeny tiny favour to ask of you…”

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“Ahh, I don't know Charlie. Thiss iss a very important matter, I don't know if I could handle it,”

“Pentious, by helping us, we could be achieving big! We need to either go big or go home! I know it's a lot of you, but, pretty please?”

A crackled sigh. 

“Oh alright…”

“Aaaa thank you so much Pentious! I'd give you a hug, but, you know… Ah bye bye!”

Charlie drops the call. 

“Seems like everything's in order now. I'll see you guys tomorrow?” You stand up from the couch. 

“Yes, and Y/N?”

You turn to the Princess. 

“Yes Charlie?”

She hesitates. 

“....Thank you again, for all of this,”

“Charlie, again, it's really no problem, okay? It's literally the least I can do,” You give Charlie a hug. 

It's all you can do. 

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“We are gathered here today to re-determine if sinners are able to redeem themselves via Charlie Morningstar’s Hazbin Hotel,” The Seraphim’s voice bellows from above. 

Cherubs and winners are below you, Charlie is by your side, and Emily is beside Sera, on edge.

“The plaintiff is Y/N, and the defendant is Adam, the first man. Y/N, I bring the floor to you,”

You take a deep breath and take out your notes. 

“Well, your Honour, I have receipts which show that a sinner has entered Heaven in recent weeks,” You thrust out the piece of paper, which Sera draws towards her. 

“He goes by the name ‘Sir Pentious’,” Your voice puts on a nonchalant tone, but it feels like your heart is about to stop. 

Sera reads over the piece of paper, her face as though she swallowed a particularly sour lemon. 

“Uhhhh, I call bullshit. I mean come onnnnnn,” Adam groans. 

“I mean, do you know how easy it is for her to just print that out. Don't tell me you're actually believing this?” He smirks, and gets a snicker from Lute beside him.

“Uhm actually,”Sir Peter pipes up from the stands. 

“I actually gave her that paper a while ago, if that can vouch for anything-”

“Shut up Pete,” Adam spits. 

“Order!” Sera’s feathers ruffle, and she tucks them back down.

“Unless the defendant shows indubitable evidence, I’m afraid the verdict still stands,”

“Sera no!” Emily cries.

“Emily, this is an official court meeting, one of which you aren’t apart of. If you can’t keep quiet, you would have to leave the courtroom,”

You bite your nail. You really didn’t want to pull out your winning card this early…

“May I call a witness?”

“You may,”

“Well I call Sir Pentious as my witness,” You nod towards where the cacophony of angels were.

“Well your Honour…” He hisses, his tail wagging as though alert. 

“I used to be a sinner, ass you may already know. During the lasst extermination, I wass killed in the battle… Then before I knew it, I wass up here in Heaven. That's all,” Pentious looks up at you, and you give a thumbs up along with a smile. 

“Any quesstions?” 

“No, you may sit down,” Sera starts, but a cherub pipes up from the audience. 

“What does he mean by “as you already know”? I for one didn't know about that,” 

Multiple angels, winners and Heavenborn alike, all murmur in agreement. Emily then bursts out,

“I'll tell you this. It's because Sera and I knew when Sir Pentious entered Heaven. Rather than going through the pearly gates, he appeared amongst the two of us.” 

And all Hell, (or Heaven) breaks loose.

“Silence! This meeting is adjourned,” Sera’s ringing voice brings the noise of the  populated stadium to a halt.

“Adjourned? What, why?” Charlie inadvertently voices your thoughts.

“My reasoning will not be objected,” Sera dodges the question.

“This meeting will be continued within twenty minutes,”

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“Charlie, what do we do? Sera clearly doesn’t want to budge, and God knows what lies Adam is feeding her,” you  pace up and down, words leaving your mouth as quick as lightning.

“Uhh don’t panic,” Charlie puts her hands up defensively. 

“She hasn’t made a decision yet, we could- erh” She stumbles over her words,  and fumbles a small yellow item out of her pocket and puts it in your hand.

“My dad said to give it to you if you got worked up- uhm,” Charlie steps backward a bit to give you some space. 

You look at the object in your hand, which took the shape of a duck that was decorated with the signature white hat, and an apple cane in its flank.

You squeeze it and it produces a familiar tune. Your eyes widen as you remember that it was the melody  you complimented just the other day. 

At the time, it was just obligatory praise, but you were absolutely smitten by the fact that Lucifer has taken it seriously.

The dedication, into making something like this, for you is…

Charming.

Really Charming. 

“Uhhh, Are you alright?” The Princess taps her foot anxiously, waiting for your answer.

“Oh yeah!” You look up, cheeks warming.

“I really love it. Tell him as such,” your stupid face breaks into a smile despite everything.

“I will. He’d be pretty happy hearing that, especially from you,” she gives you a playful nudge.

“You know… He likes you. Like- a lot,” 

Your eyes brighten, and Charlie squeals at the sight.

“Oh, I knew it was reciprocal!” She brings you into a massive bear hug.

“Charlie- I-,”

“Oh, sorry,” She lets go.

“I was squeezing too hard, wasn’t I?”

“No, no it’s not that. It’s that well- you know I’m married,” An gravelly sigh leaves your lips.

“I think we would be better as friends,” Your throat is scratchy. Why is this so hard to say? 

“Oh,” was her reaction, only enhancing your guilt even more. She looked so remorseful, you wanted to hug her so badly and say that you were lying.

And you were.

“Excuse me?” A cherub taps your shoulder.

“The court meeting is about to resume,”

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As you enter back on your podium, you see Adam whispering something into Sera’s ear. He looks at you and makes a rude gesture, which you reciprocate.

“Enough! The court is back in session. Now, I bring the defendant to speak,” 

“Ehhh yeah, anyway my point still stands. I don’t think we want some sinners cavorting around , making trouble,”

 His statement just irritates you. How could he just say something like that?

“How do you know that? Pentious has been here for a while, and I doubt he has been making any disturbance,” are you picking the low hanging fruit? Yes. Is it helping your case? Also yes.

“Uhhhh yeah, but what’s the guarantee that others won’t? Geez, you’re so gullible,” He snorts like the pig he is.

“The defendant has a point. I feel like I’ve come to a conclusion, and it still hasn’t changed from the last session. Lute, please see Princess Charlie Morningstar out. Everyone else is  dismissed,”

All the spectators leave. Sir Pentious looks back and gives you a consoling wave before taking his leave.

Lute flies over to your podium and a portal opens behind Charlie.

“What? No!” You and Emily shout in unison. The General roughly grabs the princess by the arm and drags her through the threshold.

 Horns protrude from Charlie’s head, trying to resist the Angel’s force. More exterminators appear, almost magically and with one final push, the Demon princess is hauled through the portal.

“Charlie, NO!” You outstretch your hand, but it’s too late. The gateway closed with a whoosh sound.

“Now, was that really necessary?” You stare daggers at Sera, Lute and Adam.

“It had to be done,” was her response.

“Also, Sera, you said you wanted to talk to Y/n about something,” The first man’s tone is sinister, and is putting you on edge. 

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the reminder. Well, Mrs. Y/N, I ban you from travelling to Hell without a permit,”

“What, why?!” Your heart is in your throat.

“Uhh, coz I don’t want you there. D'you know how bad it'll look on me if I can’t control my wife?!” 

Sera puts her fingers between her eyes.

“Ahem, what Adam is trying to say is that, you clearly aren’t thinking of the consequences all of this may have. Imagine the state of Heaven if we just let any riff-raff in,”

You let out a short breath in shock. That was it. Game over.

“Unbelievable,” 

“Y/N, WAIT!-” Emily tries to fly to your podium

She was met with a slammed door in her face.

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[onlyseokmins]

idiot • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader

Genres: mentions of smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, swearing but fluff and comfort basically

Warnings: menstrual cramps, food, swearing, and beloved idiots haha

WC: tumblr mobile idrk haha just a blurb

A/N: Sorry randomly thought of this while leaving work - in the middle of a Hoshi fic lmaooo okay I wanted to do smth angsty but I need love rn and haven't finished smth this fast in months and not really smut but anyways, imagine a fwb!relationship with Joshua but not quite...

↪ 7/14/23 update: loosely based prequel

It's like you're not really friends but you do have the benefits of fucking the hot man that drifts to and from different social circles among the large friend groups you mingle about and share.

You know his favorite color of lingerie that he'll rip off immediately, shoving your panties in his pocket ("for later," he winks and promises to buy you a new pair every time - he doesn't). But you are sure he doesn't even know your favorite color (it's baby blue, the same color of the shirt he wore when you first met - coincidentally the same one he wore when he seduced and ended up fingering you against the wall of the club's bathroom and then propositioned this arrangement - and like a fool, who are you to say no?).

He's always been nice - too nice. So nice, he's aloof at most times. Never letting anyone too close. And you really try not to yearn to be the first one he opens his heart to.

Definitely not.

It's why you're crying in bed one late afternoon, chalking it up to the hormones and cramps that come with mother nature's wrath. There's a gentle knock on your door before the key code is punched in. You think it's Seungkwan, the kind soul who always stops by to bring goodies and solid words of wisdom you never dare act on but no - it's fucking Joshua Hong.

"What are you doing here, I'm on my period."

You're grouchy and while it's not his fault that it's that time of the month, it is his fault that you're even more irritable than normal. Oh, and maybe those stupid feelings or whatever.

"I know."

All he does is simply nod and set down the bags he's carrying, taking stuff out that you realize are pain meds, compresses, ice packs - your cheeks heat up - even a stash of various pads and tampons.

"Seungkwan, that lil bitch."

Joshua turns with a raised eyebrow, holding what you recognize is a takeout container from your favorite restaurant. One that's all the way across town so you rarely go.

"What does this have to do with Seungkwan?"

You sigh. "Look, if he forced you to bring this stuff or somehow blackmailed you, don't worry. I'll chew him out on your behalf later."

He laughs, opening up the food and unwrapping the utensils, waving them in your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not!"

"You're saying you drove all the way to Seokmin's place to buy that - mind you it's even further of a drive there for you than it is for me - and bought hygienic products?"

"Yeah. I didn't know exactly what to get so I just grabbed everything on the shelf."

"What the fuck, Joshua. Why? I'm not fucking you, I feel like shit. I also look like shit."

He flinches but gives you a glance-over that has you frowning even harder. "I'll admit you do look very pretty with my cock inside of you or when you get all dolled up..."

You roll your eyes and flop back on your bed, rolling over so your back faces him out of spite.

"But you do look hella sweet right now. Even if you're pissed off."

"Don't placate me, I'm not fucking you. I won't suck you off either."

Joshua's soft laugh makes your heart flip-flop. "I'm not here for that. How hard is it for you to believe that I came to really take care of you?"

"If the sun rises in the west tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised. Clearly you're just a hallucination."

"Did you know hallucinations are our true desires?"

"Where'd you hear such bull crap? Jeonghan?"

"No," he snorts, "but I know you like me."

"I'm not fucking you the next time you want to either. Actually, I might not fuck you ever again."

It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth honestly, especially when he touches your shoulder with a gentleness that shouldn't exist. You glare at him. He smiles.

"That's fine. I mean, I'd like to fuck again sometime in the future but just hanging out is cool too. Maybe even for dates?"

"Maybe you're right. You're nothing but a figment of my imagination."

"Then I'm also right that you like me."

"Do not!" You throw the covers over your head. "Remember, we fuck without feelings, Joshua. And remember who set that rule, Mr. Hong?"

"An idiot did. So what if that idiot changed his mind?"

"He'd still be an idiot."

"... Correct, but may I clarify - an idiot with feelings."

When you emerge and peek out from the blankets, he's fiddling with his fingers nervously.

"Would still be an idiot."

"An idiot that likes you."

"Whatever," you huff but he sees the smile on your lips before you're diving away from sight again.

Relief floods him, knowing he's not wrong - you like him too. Laying gently over your prone body, he hums in content.

"When you feel better let's go on a date." All you do is wiggle beneath him and he smirks. "I'll wear that shirt you like. You know, the blue one."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, not like you jump me every time I wear it."

"I do not!"

"It's okay, I know a lot more than you can guess but I still think you're cute anyways."

And maybe you realize it's you that doesn't know Joshua all that well. But he seems to think he knows an awfully lot about you. And maybe he does. But you want to prove him wrong.

"Alright, let's go on a date," you peek back out, the blankets a shield between you and him as they're pulled high under your nose. But he's still looking at where your mouth (he's never kissed - yet) would be. Bastard. "Wear that stupid shirt and I'll prove I won't jump you."

His warm brown eyes crinkle playfully. "Sure, let's, I'll buy you a couple of pretty sets like I promised since I ripped so many."

"About time."

He shrugs. "Don't worry, I'll make up for it. I was worried about what you would think it meant but now I don't have to care. I want it to be official."

You take the food from him when he brings it back over. "I guess I do too if you're going to drive so far just to get Seok's delicious food."

"So I'm just an errand boy to you? That's all it took to get to your heart? Seokmin's food?"

Looking at him under your lashes, you bite your lip. "You know it's much more than that..."

Joshua laughs, big and bright - just like the moment he first caught your attention. "And just so you know, I like you much more than you think."

And he'll spend all of his time proving it.

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[fushiguroshotwife]

okay— hear me out—sukuna has a praise kink

✴𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆 commands in a raspy voice ".. my Darling Empress, shall I command you to take off your panties and come to me on all floors begging me to begin?~" he mockingly laughs in a husky tone and flicks his fingers laying back, "..Yes sukuna-sama.. " you say in a scared yet tired voice while his grin turned into a frown and he glares at you, "tch, what a boring brat you are, don't worry, little rat, your little punishment is due~" he laughs devilishly and grins widely and you couldn't help but blush eagerly, you watched his moves intently, he swings his hand off to the side, " well? Go on then, little girl, amuse me. " he spat, his voice commanding and stern, you knew he wasn't playing games anymore and he knew you realized that sooner then later, he grins at your reaction and laughs like a murderer psychopath, you nod and bow your head as you rip off your panties ripping them off clean with your cropped top still on covering your tits, his eyes open wide and he smirks like he's about do something evil, cruel, and scary. He laughs devilishly again and commands "..come on, sit, brat." He spat, he taps his lap asking you to sit on it, you obey, but he glares once again, you feel scared again for your life, "you're clearly using you're pussy instead of you're brain, I said get on your knees and come to me on all floors, begging me, now." He said in a husky tone, he's gotten clearly bored of you now and you fear if you make him wait any longer.. who knows what would happen... "Yes, kuna.. " you said in a fearful tone, he laughs, to your relief, "you're scared of me, aren't you, my darling empress." He cluckles amused by all this, you come on your knees at his feet, "get up, sit." He commands, you obey and sit on his lap facing him, ""hm, wet already?" He touches your cunt shamelessly, "what a pretty little bitch you are, can't wait to break you into a whining mess crying like the baby you are to me, isn't that so?, my darling empress." He gives your pussy a hard slap and lets his hand run through it making you moan deeply and hardly and squirm in his huge arms, tears fold your eyes, sukuna's eyes roll in pure mockery, " what? Crying already, we aren't half done." He spat annoyed enough to put his hand deeper and deeper into your walls, "K—kuna!— " you moan, "hah? Come on! Shake it for me, my darling Empress~" he commanded, you obey helplessly, hoping he'll get bored sooner or later, "so tight.." he grunted, his eyes open widely, you moan deeply, "ahhh!— ngh! K—kunaa! " You scream, he grins widely "hm?..Kuna what?" He mocks, you don't say a thing and flop your head at his neck while he spanks your very wet cunt. "I— I'm—" you try to say, he grins even harder, " you're what? Gonna cum, brat? Go on then, be as wet as you can." And with that his gives your ass a good slap making you scream loudly, but no one can, hear, it's only, you and Sukuna.

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yeah I'm not finishing this till I get a sign to, peace out, my fellow sluts.

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[dilfhos]

*busts down your door* OKAY LISTEN HERE. I DONT SIMP FOR TOJI BUT I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AND CREATE CHAOS SO THIRSTY ASK: TOJI HUMILIATING READER CAUSE SHE WANTS TO RIDE THAT DICK SO BAD BUT HE WONT LET HER 😭😭😭😭

for meeeeeee? :O

WHO: TOJI FUSHIGURO x FEM!READER

+degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, overstim, use of bitch (half affectionate or not idc >:)), brat-taming.

MINORS + ageless blogs DNI.

You think it’s over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning…

“No,” Toji suppresses the urge to grin at the sight of your reactions, his hands only coming up to brush away the ones gripped on his shirt. “Not in the mood t’night.”

You sit back, palms spread across the expanse of his chest as you peer up at him. He offers a scowl in return before his hips are bucking, a signal for you to get off. Flopping beside him in defeat, you glare at the magazine he deemed more important than what you were offering. Baiting. And needing.

“Why’re you being like this?” He sighs emphatically as if your very presence in the shared bedroom was a complete hindrance to the mundane task of reading at ten in the evening.

“Why’re you actin’ like you call the shots? It’s a turn-off y’know?” He sneers.

“You’re a turn-off,” You mumble half-heartedly. He’s intentionally silent.

Toji’s left you unsatisfied for weeks, his grumbles of work becoming redundantly annoying. It only drives the desperation and lowers your dignity as you find yourself overwhelmed with need for just an inkling of his attention.

To him, it was one of many games he enjoyed playing in way of fucking with your head. Oh, how you looked with dumbstruck eyes as he brushed you off as any other woman and not his lover, The gears in your head turning as you tried desperately to force your way back into his arms. His curt responses and blatant rejection only fueled you to push harder. He enjoyed shoving you to the brink of crumbling, only for him to grip all your pieces back together.

Your brazen shows were adorably tempting but not enough for him to loosen his resolve. (Not yet.)

Like now, as you’ve deliberately flexed your body toward your nightstand to retrieve your water. The shirt—his shirt—rises up over your hips to expose the cheeky thong embedded between your ass and Toji’s eyes move to the back of your head until you turn around, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Desperate huh,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrug, eyes darting away. “‘M not gonna force you to be intimate, I’ll just find someone else to occupy my time. Maybe G-”

“Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” He places his reading material on the nightstand as he stands. “You’re pouting and baiting after I said no to touching your little cunt. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, hm?” There’s an amused lilt to his words as his brow twitches implicitly.

You frown, thighs flexing at his cruel, harsh tone, completely unfazed. Why would you waste time with your toys when you could have the real thing in all its thick, heavy glory?

Toji was absolute in his decisions up until now, never looking your way all week in your skimp sets and not bothering to say anything to your advances. But when you tried to act innocent or even worse, play on his emotions, it made him wanna see you cry.

Literally.

It’s why his grip is so bruising and his body is hard stone as he looms over your trembling body, ecstatic at the fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

“It’s t’much!”

“Too much she says,” He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face. He merely shoves your punily fumbling hands aside, attacking your swollen clit with his calloused thumb. “No, I think this is exactly enough. For needy little bitches like you?”

Your hips rear off the bed electrified, tears falling as you slap at his wrists in desperation.

“Won’t do it again! T’much….TOJI!”

“Mhm, lemme hear you again slut,” His hand strikes firmly against your tits, the sting sending your body squirming. His fingers are merciless as they pinch and pull at your taut nipples, his grin only widening when he feels you coming undone.

Your essence flows like a flood, drenching his arm and sheets in downpour. He’s still going, arm flexing with finesse as his fingers rub against your ridges, that abused spot inside you making more tears fall.

“Please, no more! N’more!” Your cunt squelches as it weeps around his digits, your frantic whines falling on uncaring ears. Your legs splay instinctively in an attempt to kick him off but he’s shoving them away, crawling over you with his weight.

“Stop moving. You asked for this,” He grumbles, pinning your wrist under his large palm. His others is shoving your sticky thighs apart again, exposing your sloppy cunt to the cool air. You’re too stunned to realize the fat head of his cock slickening your folds until he’s shoving himself in, grip tightening on your wrists when you buck off the bed. His hand smushes your damp cheeks together, drinking in your disheveled state as his stroke begin, punishable.

“Oh baby, look at me now. Talk for me like you were doing earlier,” he cooed wickedly, your blubbering incoherent.

“‘M sorry, please!” You’re not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or ravage you more, you’re only stuck on the overbearing pressure building in your tummy again. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags through your slobbering cunt, the paps of skin deafening over your whines.

“Keep crying, just gonna make me fuck ya’ harder, heh.” He releases you, hands palming your thighs flush against the mattress as he thrusts into you. The bed rattles on its legs as you cry his name, the noises around him synonymous to his own growls.

“Take it. Take daddy’s fat dick baby, I wanna see you cryin’” You’re clinging to his wrists, your whining incoherent as your vision doubles with tears. There’s a blurry Toji above you, grinning down like a fucked god at its prize, watching as you cry and squirm in his grip. It isn’t until his hand comes up to snake around your jaw when you’re mumbling promises that you’ll be good from now on. That you’ll love him forever no matter how mean he is! That no one ever compares to Toji! Not even him!

“‘M cumming! T-Toji!” It isn’t until his hand delivers a quick succession of pats against your wet cheek does your cunt clamp him in like a vice. He grunts as you grab him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, your heels digging into the small of his back as you tug him close. His nut jets into you, Toji’s hips shallowly grinding against your ass. He stills momentarily, face nuzzling the side of your damp neck before he rises.

You think its over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning. A fucked-out mess, sighing blissfully as you prepare to move. In one lithe motion however, he has you by your ankle as you’re now on your stomach, face smushed into the mattress by his palm.

“Now tell me again about Gojo.”

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[mondaymelon]

just this once. (scaramouche x gn!reader)

warnings/notes! sick insomniac reader, scara is a bit of a meanie in the beginning, fluff, implied suggestive content

(a/n) gift for kyoi!! ive been bribed to write this - also this is scaramouche, not wanderer! takes place before sumeru archon quest - requests are open at the time of writing this btw!!

epilogue in the tags!!

enjoy!!⋆｡°✩

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"Idiot."

"Hey!"

"What? I'm not the one who's sick right now. Only idiots catch colds." Scaramouche sneered at you, dark violet eyes gleaming cruelly.

"I've got a fucking weak immune system!!" Protesting, you crossed your arms and pouted from where you lay buried underneath the blankets on your bed.

"As a puppet, all I can say is that human bodies warrant more trouble than they're worth. As far as I'm concerned, you're the one who has the lacking side of the bargain here." Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your antics, only laughing quietly to himself when you abruptly sneezed.

Sniffling, you glared up at him. "Ugh, seriously? I'm sick right now, can we just..." You gestured your hands wildly, not exactly sure what point you were trying to prove. "...not?"

"As if."

"Be roommates with Scara, they said... it'll be fun, they said..." Cursing under your breath you sighed dramatically. "Who am I kidding right now??"

The Fatui Harbinger just stared at you, a smile playing at his lips. "Go on, it's fun seeing you so worked up over nothing. Ah~ truly. Why go circuses from Fontaine when you already have such a dramatic show in front of you?" Scaramouche let out a bout of laughter, only pausing when you sneezed yet again.

Groaning loudly, you flopped back onto your pillow with a soft thump. Scaramouche watched your movements as if he had nothing better to do.

"So... are you just... going to stand there? Ominously?" You sent a pointed look at the violet-haired man, arms crossed, eyes half-open and staring down at you.

"Maybe I will."

"Whatever then. Goodnight." You turned over, gripping your plush blankets with one hand with the other propped under your head while you tried not to think about Scara's burning gaze on you. And although you were tired, tired was an understatement, you couldn't find it in you to fall asleep. Either it was the Fatui Harbinger standing by your bedside and seemingly waiting for you to fall asleep, or maybe it was just your insomnia being a bitch. Your heart hammered in your ears. Why now, out of all times, had you had to get sick?

"Hey. You okay?"

What was that?

"Turn around for a second. I can't see your face." There was a note in the man's voice that you had somehow never heard before. The sneering tone was gone, for once and it had been replaced with someone a lot more mild.

"...Okay." Turning around, you felt your face flush at the sight. Some time had passed, and now the bright moonlight streamed into the room through the windows on the adjacent wall. Scaramouche stood there, chin slightly lifted, gaze unwavering, his hair ruffled lightly and an almost worried expression on his face.

...worried...?

Scaramouche leaned forward, brows furrowing at your red face. Gently cupping your cheek, easily taking you by surprise, he frowned slightly. "You're burning up."

"W-What-??"

"Stay here. Don't get up or even try to move or you will overexert yourself. I know your limits far more than you do." Scaramouche pressed a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. However, his eyes were still uncharacteristically soft, expression weary, almost. He was acting so... soft. And it was almost scaring you. "I'm going to get you an ice pack and something to drink."

Not really sure how to respond, you just nodded.

Scaramouche smiled at your reply. And it was strange. Really, really strange. Bursts of something you couldn't exactly decipher spread throughout your body, lighting up something in your heart. It was hard to describe, as much as it was hard to feel it. As soon as you had broken out of your daze, the harbinger was already gone.

So, you sat there, and waited.

And before long, he was back. This time, carrying a little wooden tray with two cups on it. One for you, and on for him. You didn't even know Scaramouche was capable of acting like this. You gratefully accepted the cup, sipping the drink happily. It was on nights like these that you truly were able to appreciate how lucky you were.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks... for well, everything you've done for me tonight." You beamed at him. Your fever had gone down, and now the night air felt cold on your skin. You were in a Fatui encampment in Shneznaya, but the only thing it made you do was make you long for the warm afternoons of Liyue.

Scaramouche had pulled up a chair - when, you had no idea. He silently nodded before trailing his gaze back up to you.

"Still can't sleep?"

"Ah... well..." You let out a sheepish giggle, placing your now-empty cup on the nightstand beside your bed. "You know how it is. I have trouble falling asleep."

Scaramouche stayed silent at that, and didn't say anything. You had begun to think you had somehow offended him, and he was thinking up of ways to dispose of your body before he finally spoke again. "Are you cold?"'

You nodded truthfully before saying, "It's only to be expected, though. Even with the Fatui's high technology heating systems, Shneznaya's permanent winter just can't be beaten." Shivering, you huddled up the blankets on your bed tighter.

"Then...

...Can I sleep with you? Just this once?"

Caught you off-guard was an understatement. A severe understatement. You stared at Scaramouche, who was busy examining the floor, face flushed. "...Can you repeat that?"

"Ugh- You-!" Scaramouche cut himself off, face red. "I'll sleep with you. Just for tonight."

...scara's blushing. "Why so flustered?" you jokingly retorted, somewhat enjoying the current situation.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Hmmm~ well, you'll have to give me some time to decid-"

Scaramouche didn't let you finish. He rushed forward, holding your shoulders in his tight grip as he fell onto you. Strands of hair framed his face in a picturesque manner as you stared up at him from where he had you pinned on the bed. Not even letting you stop to breathe, he pressed your wrists above your head and into the mattress, your eyes widening as you felt a warm pair of lips meet yours. He stole your breath away as he pulled back, glistening eyes dilated as he smirked down at you. His usual expression was beginning to dawn back on his face as he leaned into you and whispered into your ear:

"I don't think you'll ever have trouble sleeping again."

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[medic-simp]

Just Go To Sleep - Third Night

Rating: Gen || Chapter Word Count: 962Chapter Content Warnings: one-sided pillow fight, silco snoring, silco being a bitch, slow burn

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Summary:

Hard times fall upon you and your apartment is unlivable. You have no one to ask for help other than your boss, Silco. Luckily, he's got some space for you.

If it was a different situation, one might think to themselves, I could get used to this. Warm fluffy bed, three nights in a row? Sounds fucking amazing! You’ve never seen such hospital behavior from Silco, especially after you’ve woken up atop him, kneed him in the balls, and had to borrow his clothes. However, as you kick him for the millionth time, you would likely rather poison the man than put up with him and his infernal snoring any longer.

He stirs now at your most recent jab, starting groggily.

“What…?”

Silco shifts a hand through his bed-ridden hair, not doing much to calm the rogue strands sticking up and out from his head as he sits up. The baggy maroon t-shirt he wears is clinging to his chest with its loose material, too big for him and giving only a hint at what the lithe frame underneath may look like. It’s a sleep shirt that has been worn through many a restless night. It looks older than you.

“What did you kick me for?” The squinty glare he gives you is far from intimidating as he continues to wake up a little more, but you can certainly tell how annoyed he is. Normally, you would care, your life would be on the line putting him in a mood this sour. But he certainly deserves it.

“Because you won’t stop fucking snoring!” you hiss, leaning forward from your propped up position to give your wrists a break. Silco cuts a glare that screams, that's crazy, and suddenly, you’re tempted to grab your pillow and hit him.

“I don’t snore,” he scoffs, flopping back into the sheets and moving further away from you. You’ve just decided that previous temptation might not have been such a bad thing.

Without second thought your hands shoot behind you, take your pillow in hand, and obliterate Silco’s head with a single blow. The harsh whoomf! echoes in the quiet of the room, ringing dully with the air settling around you, and you swear you can hear the gears churning in Silco’s brain as he tries to fully process the fact that you just hit him with a pillow.

He sits up once again, not looking at you but off into the distance. The breath he takes before he actually speaks to you is one that sends anxiety surging through your bones. For all you know you’re about to get murdered by this man–but his mouth quickly closes again in a slight reconsideration of his thoughts.

“You’re having trouble in your apartment,” he starts and you cannot help the irritated roll of your eyes. You are so very unwilling to hear a lecture from him at, oh, let’s say, one o’clock in the morning.

“You cannot sleep anywhere, and of course you talk to me about it.” Silco’s volume hovers just under normal speaking levels, a low, tired roll of thunder that resonates much more gravely and indignant than usual. He sounds confused, an emotion it never occurred to you that Silco could express, him being so knowledgeable all the time.

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.”

“Because I couldn’t sleep on that brick if my life depended–!”

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.” At your interruption, Silco’s voice raises noticeably above normal speaking volume, not quite loud enough to be disruptive, but certainly enough to make you stop talking.

“And when I open up my personal space to share with you, something I have never been fond of doing with anyone–less, my damn employees–and I lend you my bloody clothes, you assault me with my own bedware in my own bed!”

Not another second passes before you give up and throw the covers off yourself, marching towards the door in your tank top and shorts.

“Where are your other pillows?”

Silco is up in half a second, rubbing his temples in agitated circles.

“You will not touch another pillow,” he hisses, “bloody weapons in your hands.”

You scoff, “I’m not going to hit you again,” but Silco does not relent.

“How am I supposed to trust you after you’ve just hit me? I should throw you back out into the office for all of thi-”

“Just give me two fucking minutes!”

Silco is stunned–you are stunned–but he acquiesces.

“They’re in that closet. Three or four more.”

He holds out a finger towards a set of paneled doors. His cheeks are red hot with anger, that fiery red eye almost searing a hole into you, but he doesn’t say another word.

Soon, you’re hauling all of the pillows you can find to Silco’s bed and pile them up on the pillow he already had, building a hefty lump that he just glares at in befuddlement. He doesn’t ask you what it’s for, but the crease in his brow is enough for you to explain.

“If you sit up while sleeping you’ll stop snoring.”

Silco is deadpan, “I’m not sleeping on that.”

“Yeah? Well I’m not sleeping period while you snore like a fucking ogre.”

Silco sneers, “Neither of us will sleep if you’re slinging pillows like a bloody troll.”

Holy shit. He just said that.

You’re speechless. No matter how badly you want to respond to Silco, to throw shit back at his face, to call him names and all other matters of foul derogatives, you’re at a loss for words. Instead, you simply climb into bed and roll away from him, hoping Silco catches the stubborn silence you’re making a point with.

Silco scoffs, and doesn’t say a word more. Soon, the light is turned out and Silco is in bed too.

As the room settles into a peaceful quiet, you can’t help but notice that Silco doesn’t toss away the pillows.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

hi! can i please request a yandere pavitr prabhakar with reader she’s the bitchy popular mean girl, but she behaves well with people who are abused by others.

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about abuse.

A/N: I got kinda confused by this request. I'm not sure why but this was hard for me to write. Thank you for sending this, my first Pavitr request :]!!

He was extremely intimated of you at first. Your attitude and popular status of yours made him nervous 24/7. Whenever you came near him, he’d look at you like the beautiful stars in the skies; jealous of how he couldn’t be around you.

With your fame, he uses this as an excuse to stalk you. In a group of friends, walking to your home? Perfect, he can listen in while walking behind you guys without getting noticed. You

Being popular has its cons. Rumors are easy to spread around, considering you’re a horrible and nasty person. Though, Pavitr is the first person to jump up and deny anything of the nasty talks. Even if you did do it, even if there is proof, he will yell at the rudeness of people. In his mind, you can never do anything wrong.

On your behalf of being nice to those who are abused, he’s enlighted. Of course, you’re the one for him! You take care of the poor and abused. You might as well be a Spider-woman due to your kind nature towards them.

He will use your popularity as a way to get you two paired. Somehow, he’s coupled with you in the class project. In gym class? He’s running beside you, telling fun facts about things he enjoys.

Eating lunch? He’s sitting yet beside you again, making sure to offer some of his food in case you want some. Of course, he uses this chance to tell you things - trying his best not to flop over his words due to how nervous he is. This is his chance to tell you how he feels.

And within a few months, you’ve fallen head over heels for him just like he is for you.

Of course, he makes sure to take good care of you; letting you still let you be your ‘bitch’ self and doing what popular girls do. But do remind yourself that this man can get quite jealous - which doesn’t end too well.

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[prettyboypistol]

Mercs comforting m!reader who had an absolutely godawful day at work/on the battlefield?

Tf2 Mercs Comforting You After A Stressful Day! || TF2 x Male! Reader

Readers job is ambiguous, but I imagined he has a job a lot like Ms Pauling

Scout

Notices how exhausted you look as soon as you walk into the room and immediately drags you to the couch to snuggle.

Super attentive, eager to please. (He especially loves praise from you when you're tired.. idk!!! It just makes him so happy for you in your tired voice to thank him!!!)

Gets your favorite snack foods alone so you have time to yourself.

Wants to cheer you up by talking, but he knows that the last thing you need rn is more chatter.

Bro the leg bouncing of trying not to talk is STRONG

Medic

"Oh dear, wanna bitch?"

Lets you complain and shittalk your co-workers and totally not gossiping with you noooo (he is the nosiest mf alive)

FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

He has a bit of a temper if you talk on and on about how your job is hard and will snap that being a Medic isn't exactly a cakewalk either, but apologizes.

Lets you sleep while he makes dinner for you.

Soldier

He.. well, he tries.

You walk into your room and flop down on the bed with a groan and he immediately asks what's wrong and if you're sick.

When you say you're not and just tired, he waves it off and goes back to what he was doing, ordering you to be at ease.

When people knock at your door to pester you, he shouts at them for you to fuck off 🥺🥺🥺

Doesn't snuggle but absolutely gives you space to de-stress.

Engineer

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE BEST LISTENER. BEST.

He sees you walk in and hugs you, sits you in his lap for snuggles, and just listens to you vent as he tinkers against your back.

He kisses your shoulders a lot and hums Lil tunes to calm you down.

Mans will put you to sleep with one lullaby I swear to god

Back scratches!!!! He is the best!!!

Spy

Offers you booze and is sorta like medic in the shittalking regard, but brings up more dirt on the people you're pissed at.

Coos at you in French, calling you a tired boy and mon petit roi (my little king) as baby talk. Yeah it's a little demeaning bUT you're too tired to care.

Little do you know he has been up for 36 hours and hasn't eaten since breakfast but he won't tell you that.

Massages with lavender oil!

Orders your favorite takeout and puts on your favorite show for a relaxing night in

Pyro

Gets like... scary protective of you.

They clearly glare at anyone that tries to bother you. There is a sense of 'if you talk to him, I'll gut you with my axe.' Goin on.

Pets and caresses on your back and head! You know that Pyros lap is all yours to lie your head on!

Makes you little origami things to amuse you, making silly little stories to dull your senses and entertain you.

They love taking care of you, actually. They find it grounding and relaxing to just focus all their energy on you.

Heavy

Picks you up and keeps you nestled in his arms.

"No talking to little man! He is very tired!"

Calls you a baby, but like, /affectionate

God he's so warm! Like a heated and weighted blanket! Heavy wouldn't mind keeping you in his arms forever and you certainly wouldn't mind staying there

Has tried to convince you to leave your job before bc it stresses you out.

Demoman

'Aye lad, bring it here!'

Offers you scrumpy and kisses. Def if you're visibly mad he starts kissing you a lot like 'aww~' *kiss* 'what's wroooong~?" *kiss* 'hmmm?' *kiss kiss kiss*

Jokingly offers you to "take out your frustrations on him" ;>

Like, if you agree that's great, if you don't that's great too that means more time for tea spilling

'Yeah! Teresa IS a bitch!'

Sniper

He can tell by how you open the camper door that you're pissed and tired.

"Aww hell, that bad huh?"

Likes playing with your hair while you lie on his lap. You've fallen asleep and woken up to elaborate braids a few times lol

Kisses your neck and intentionally slows his breathing so that you mimic him and calm down

Doesn't really like when you talk about your work, because it upsets him how much you get stressed about it. But he cares more about you more than he dislikes hearing about work.

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[puppy-steve]

a piece from my platonic hellcheer roadtrip wip that i want to make some progress on soon

Chrissy rolls over to face him. Eddie can't tell if she's still drunk or not.

She giggles when he reaches over and swipes a thumb under her eye where her eyeliner is smudged and the corners of Eddie's lips tick up in amusement. He lets his hand fall back to the bed and tucks it underneath his pillow.

Chrissy's eyes are starting to droop and just when Eddie thinks she's out, she takes in a sharp breath and shifts under the covers, pulling them under her chin. She looks at Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she doesn't want to disrupt the comfortable silence that's settled between them. It's a stark contrast to how loud she was at the bar and when Eddie dragged her through the door of their hotel room, still drunkenly slurring that Cyndi Lauper song from karaoke.

"And you've taken all you can bare, you call me up because you know I'll be there."

"Alright, superstar," Eddie chuckles fondly as he sits her on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time you hit the hay. You're gonna have a bitch of a hangover in the morning."

He kneels down in front of her and starts unlacing her boots. Her singing stops and Chrissy sits up from where she'd flopped onto her back and gives Eddie a look that he equates to a pouting bunny. "I am not a bitch in the mornings, Theodore Munson."

It startles a laugh out of Eddie so hard that he almost chokes on it. "That's not even remotely close to what I said, but," he gives her an apologetic look, "you kind of are, babe."

It earns him a deserved smack on the head but Chrissy quickly goes back to humming her songs and Eddie is able to get her out of her party clothes and into her pajamas without much fuss.

"You can always call me," she says before he turns the lights out. Her back is turned but her voice is clear. "You know that right? Just like I can always call you."

Eddie blinks, hand froze under the lamp shade. "Of course I know that, Chris," he says after a blip of silence. She doesn't say anything else so Eddie turns the light off and slips under he blankets beside her.

Eddie nudges her socked foot with his own bare one. "Do I think what?"

Chrissy bites her lip like she does when she's nervous. "If we both weren't gay and you weren't dating Steve, do you think we would've worked out?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. "Oh."

Chrissy shakes her head and quickly sits up. "It's a stupid question, I know. I shouldn't have asked–"

"Hey." Eddie grabs her hand before she can get out of bed. "It isn't stupid. Nothing you ever say is stupid, don't say mean things about my best friend."

That gets a watery laugh out of her. Eddie gently gives her hand a pull and Chrissy easily lays back down. The lights stay off because this feels like a lights off kind of conversation.

"I don't know," Eddie says honestly, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Maybe. But I think that deep down we would have known we aren't right for each other that way."

Chrissy looks at their hands and nods. "Yeah... Even if it meant figuring this stuff out later, I think I would have liked to try."

A sadness makes a home in Eddie's core. Deep down he knows he never would have been able to give her the kind of love she deserves, but he also knows that Chrissy thinks she doesn't deserve any type of love at all.

So he scoots closer until he's got her pulled into his chest, their arms around each other. "What I do know is that you're my best friend in the whole world. And I know that there isn't a single universe in which I wouldn't find you and make sure you know how much I love you."

He feels Chrissy hug him tighter and he kisses the top of her head.

"You're loved by so many people, Chrissy Cunningham."

#cj talks #chrissy has realized she's a lesbian at this point but she's still very much working through some internalized homophobia here #''i think i would have liked to try'' = #''you're only guy i've ever loved & maybe i could've toughed it out even though we'd both be unhappy & pretending to be someone we're not'' #cj's wips #platonic hellcheer #hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham

[luveline]

hello miss j!!! i hope you're doing fine! ilysm

can i please request sunshine x grumpy trope with sirius? but like the reader is the grumpy one?! maybe like they're at a party and she's so annoyed by the people around? def not self indulgent eheheh

only if you feel like it tho, no pressure baby <3333

hi miss h ily im good and i hope you are too! sorry this took so bloody long and tysm for ur request, it was lovely 🥺 sunshine sirius is <3 SLIGHT NSFW FOR SUGGESTION NOT GRAPHIC

You try your best - you do. You don't want to be unsociable, or unkind, or frosty, but everyone is so loud. You're getting bumped, and jostled and wedged against side tables. Your legs are a dark monet of bruises and sore spots, battered in by people's pushing and clumsy footing, and you just want to scream. 

Some poor unsuspecting boy steps on your foot and you can't help yourself. "Watch where you're going, you fucking cu-" 

Warm, long arms under your armpits. Fingers pressed to your chest haphazardly. Sirius pulls you backwards and away from your victim, gentle but absolute. You let yourself be dragged, going limp in his arms to piss him off. 

It doesn't work, obviously, because something about this boy lives to be your opposite - he's always, always smiling when he's around you. It's admirable and infuriating. 

When you're out of the way of partygoers he rights you, giving you a quick squeeze from behind, face hooked over your shoulder. You shrug out of his arms and turn to him, still mildly annoyed. 

"I'm not a doll. You can't just pull me around wherever you want, idiot." 

"Baby, you were about to make a young man cry. What's the matter?" he asks. 

You like him for a thousand reasons, but this is one of the best ones. He doesn't think you're a bitch despite the insistence of almost everyone who knows you, doesn't think you're mean. And you're not. You're just at a predisposition for anger - a propensity to react. You can't help being a little sour, and Sirius never gives you shit for it.

"I's so loud," you grumble, frowning deeply. "And people keep stepping on me. Like I'm invisible." 

"Yeah? Your legs hurt?" he asks. 

You nod reluctantly. His sunshine smile puckers almost imperceptibly and his eyebrows furrow. 

"It's a little quieter in the kitchen. Wanna go in there?" 

He's lying. It is not quieter in the kitchen, but you do find yourself less overwhelmed as he sequesters you from harm, his body a barrier between you and the hubbub. The kitchen counter behind you presses into your back and you whine to yourself. 

"Here," Sirius says, hands out. "Jump up. Can't get stepped on up there." 

He helps you climb up on the counter and you feel like you can finally breathe. He sidles in close, one hand on your thigh, his heat sinking in through your stiff trousers. The other pushes behind your shoulder blades, body to body in a half hug. 

You let your head flop onto his shoulder. "I don't want to be here, Sirius." 

It's selfish to say when you know how much he enjoys himself here, but it's true. 

"How come?" he asks, without a hint of annoyance.  

"I don't- I'm not meant for stuff like this." 

"How can you say that? You're the prettiest person here, for starters, and-"

"Second prettiest." 

"What?" 

You can't say it, can't ruin all your cool girl rep by telling him how pretty he really is, but you think he gets it. His face goes bright, eyes wide and shining, smile a beatific beam. It's contagious and you smile for a second before doubling down into annoyance, embarrassed with yourself. 

"You're not right." His denial is hard to take any notice of when he's grinning like a fool, head dipping down to be a half inch from your own. He talks in a murmur, "You're much, much prettier than me. You're gorgeous." 

The way he says it, gorgeous, like it's less of a compliment and more of a name, like it's your name, made of something warm and melting. You get goosebumps, a wave of chills from your face to your spine to your toes. Worse, you feel your fondness for him burning hot in your mouth and worry it's going to spill out; you dig your face into his shoulder to prevent this, lips crushed to his jacket. 

"If you really don't like it, we could leave," he says. 

"No," you say, and then louder when you remember how loud it is in here, "no, Siri," and that's a double whammy - his fingers tighten around you, his lips push into your hair, "you're having a good time. Let's stay. I'm being a negative Nancy." 

He laughs like this is the funniest thing you could've said and his hand scrubs up your quickly relaxing back. "Babe, if you're not having fun then I'm not. And you're not a negative Nancy, dummy. The way you react to certain-" he fumbles here, picking his words with a care that further melts your heart, "stimuli, and the way you process your feelings, it's all fine. You're allowed to not meet everything with a smile, you know?" 

"I know, I just… you're always so happy. And I'm not. I feel awful, 'cos I should be happy." When I'm with you. 'Cos you're the best thing to ever happen to me. 

"I'm not offended, if that's what you're worried about." 

You feel an extreme irritation then, with yourself and this stupid fucking party. 

"I like you exactly how you are," he says, lips brushing your forehead. You look at him through your lashes, see his lopsided smile, the quirk of his lips a comfort in their familiarity. 

"I like you more when you're not so soppy," you tell him. 

He barks a laugh. "Not what I gathered last night," he murmurs, pulling back. It's a good thing he does. You scowl and pull your head off of his shoulder, abashed at the mention of what might've been the gooeyist, most awful heart melting sex of your life. 

"Oh, you're so fucking quick to use that one against me. I'm never fucking you again," you lie. "I'm celibate." 

"Don't be like that."

"No more niceness for you. I'm gonna be a total bitch." He hates that word because you hate that word and goes to interject, but you barrel over him. "You're such a dickhead, I swear." 

You can tell he's biting his cheek to stop from laughing. "How can I make it up to you, sweetness?" he asks, unperturbed. 

"Can we go home?" You drop as much of the attitude as you can, then, because you love him, and he's really quite lovely. You still sound sullen. 

He smiles like it's all he wants in the whole world. "Yes, please, princess," then, under his breath, "celibacy, huh? How long is that gonna last?" 

"Forever," you promise. 

"Well, best get some popcorn before we go. I'll havta give you quite a show - change your mind." 

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