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wri0thesley · 3 years

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i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you.

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #fem reader #writing #jjk writing #jjk posting #Anonymous

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definitely-not-an-alb · 2 years

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Disjointed Dreamwidth Tips (written by someone who wasn’t on LJ)

Edit 05/01/22: It’s fictional_fans not fictional_friends!

So as always when Tumblr decides to break its own gear, people are contemplating Dreamwidth. One thing I don’t really see much are recs on what to do after you’ve figured out how to use the site for yourself and are in that time where your feed is empty and you are discouraged from screaming into the void. I was also never on LJ, and for a long time after getting a Journal I didn’t use it because my feed was dead, and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

Some general tips past the obvious to get started

When making your journal, you should fill out your profile and interests, but what I find way more useful is to have a pinned post. You can either actually pin it on your journal or just set the date to some ridiculous date in the future, and it’ll stay on the top. On that pinned post go your interests and maybe your posting habits (are you doing regular updates or rapid-fire shitposting whenever you feel like it? Are you often gone for a while and answer slowly?). It’s also the place to put stuff about how you handle privacy, like ‘If you want to be added to my nsfw filter, shoot me a message here’.

A lot of people like and use the tumblr anon-ask function, and dw doesn’t really have that. So here’s an idea on how to set up something similar: Make a dedicated pinned/predated post, put in the post that it is your ask post, how to use it, what kind of anons you aren’t comfy with maybe. Set the comment function to ‘screen all comments’ or ‘screen anon only’. This gives people a way to leave you anon messages only you can see and copy over into a post. You can turn it off at any time by editing the post’s comment (not comment screening!) setting to say Disabled. I haven’t actually tried setting this up myself, but it should work. People who don’t have a dreamwidth account can message you this way, too.

People who like anon prompts might also be advised to go look for kinkmemes for their fandoms. A kinkmeme is a community or journal that lets people post and fill prompts anonymously. Contrary to what the name suggests, in a lot of them neither prompts nor fills must be sexual nor even romantic (thought they often are, so go browsing on your own risk). Requests are all anonymous, fills can be posted anonymously directly on the com, or on anon on ao3, or deanon’d on ao3, or any combination thereof.

So, you’re lonely on Dreamwidth

Dreamwidth has no reblogs and no algorithm, so there’s nothing to push stuff at you and help you find new friends. You’ve got to go looking for them, and invite them over to your place, too. Basically, think of tumblr as one giant, never-ending, really loud cocktail party – it’s easy to drift around and find a group to stand with, and you don’t even have to talk to have fun. Dreamwidth is more like bouncing from friend’s place to friend’s place for tea and gossip, or having a nice wine and dinner with The Squad or spending all night smoking and chatting on the balcony or something like that. Fewer people, slower conversations, more effort, more payoff. That doesn’t mean you can’t rapid-fire shitpost over there, people absolutely still do that. But keep that comparison in mind.

Type in an interest in the search and look for active people who also have that interest tagged. Look for communities with that interest. Look for people you vibe with in the communities you share. You can see everyone subscribed to a specific com in the com’s profile, and you can see people’s mutuals in their profiles, too.

A lot of stuff doesn’t show up in the interests tho. A great way to find people on Dreamwidth are friending memes. A friending meme is a post in a community or on a personal journal where people post little bios with personality, interests, posting habits etc. in the comments, and then go browsing for other people to chat with and follow. I don’t know if there’s any active right now, but participating in those does a lot ot liven up your dash and find people, especially people who want to be found and are actively looking for new people, too! There’s one at the end of Snowflake every year.

Etiquette – Likes

One thing that throws people off about switching from Web 2.0 to DW is that there’s no likes. I’ve found that posting a <3 comment is totally fine with many people tho.

Etiquette – Linkspamming

No reblogs means Linkspam is the name of the day. Linkspam is absolutely okay on Dreamwidth! I know it feels weird! Just do it! Websites like tumblr constantly discourage us from linking off-site or even to other stuff on themselves – Dreamwidth is not like that! ‘One/three/six interesting articles I read this week’, with a link and a sentence or two are a valid post, and people will chat with you about them in the comments. Posting a rec-post on your own journal and then just dropping a Post that’s like ‘I rec’ed seven Character X/Character Y fics over here’ in a relevant community is valid. To embed a link, copy over this

and replace the Link part with your link, and the Text part with what you want it to say. Go ahead, spam away!

Posting images

Honestly the best way is to embed them imo. Host somewhere else (Imgur, or your Insta, for example), and then use this code

To make dreamwidth display them. If you want them centred, use

When you want to show off other people’s images, consider just posting a link, thought. Embedding is not like reposting (if the source is deleted, the embed won’t load anymore), but it looks like reposting, and a lot of people don’t like that.

Other HTML

Ironically, I cannot link you to any, or tumblr will nuke this post, because tumblr sucks. Copy “html basics for dreamwidth” into your search engine of choice and you should find several journal entries that are just that, though! HTML is not as scary as it looks, and the Rich Text Editor also works fine.

Some communities to fill your feed, let you find stuff and get to know people:

These are obviously centred around stuff i like, but they are also pretty central and active in my experience.

fandomcalender and fandom_on_dw – People advertise new/restarted/repeating communities, fests, exchanges and such here! Great place to find stuff you want to participate in or just keep an eye on.

snowflake_challenge is running this year – it’s a one-month challenge were you get a blogging prompt every other day for all of January, so it starts in only a few days! Prompts are something like ‘write or update your bio’ or ‘what was your first fandom? Tell us!’ or ‘create something for the prompt X’. You fulfill the prompt and post about it on your dw and in the comments of the prompt post. You can always catch up later if you get busy and you're always free to just drop a day. Chatting on the prompt-posts and going to others’ journals to comment is considered good form. Gives you ideas to use your journal, lets you connect with others and generally get a start at Dreamwidth. sunshine_challenge does the same in the summer.

fictional_fans – A community specifically to let you be a Dreamwidth Noob among other people! Great place to ask embarrassing questions about where to find what button.

fancake and recthething are pretty active multifandom recing communities. Fancake has a theme each month, and recs are one fic per post, only finished fics, no self-recs. Recthething is less structured, for making posts directly in the com or linking to rec posts on your journal, and they also have a weekly catch-all post every Thursday for making recs in the comments. Asking for recs is specifically allowed here.

fandom_icons is a community for people to post links to their icon uploads, with a good tagging system. Just go look for some nice stuff for your fandom and remember to credit the artist!

You can find any of these communities (and also other people’s journals) by setting the drop-down menu by the search to ‘Site and Account’ and typing them out like that, or by dumping them into the search engine of your choice with ‘dreamwidth’ at the end. Unironic tip, that one, dreamwidth search is Not Great for finding specific people or coms sometimes.

#tumblr being tumblr #dreamwidth #i can't use my dreamwidth tag anymore because it has a forbidden word in it oh noes #one more reason to Just Leave If It Sucks

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kmorgzz · 3 years

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Mistakes?

Character: Porco Galliard x f!reader (female bodied and feminine pet names)

Word Count: 5.8K (look... don’t ask, I was possessed)

Genre: smut/fluff

Plot: bit of fake dating and FWB to lovers babyyyyyy

Warnings: slightest bit of degradation (calls reader a slut a few times), mentions of flushing skin/appearance of hickies, unprotected sex, face sitting, cum swallowing

Thank you @ringpop-poppy for always having Porco brainrot with me<3 and thanks to @alto-march-of-death for being a beta <3

“Porky,” you sing as you unlock the door to his apartment. The spare key was hidden exactly where it always is. He had threatened to move it so you couldn’t arrive unannounced like you always did. It was an empty threat, and you both knew it. “I brought the snacks for movie night! If you’re playing with your dick you better put it away!”

Porco rolls his eyes as he emerges from the hallway and into the living room. He’s slipping a shirt on over his broad chest as he says, “You always mention my dick. Is it because you want it or something?” He takes the bags of snacks from you and takes them to the kitchen. “Someone might think you’re only friends with me for the sex.”

You pout, removing your shoes and scoffing, “Oh please, we haven’t even had sex. Following your logic, does that mean you want to have sex with me?” Water spews from Porco’s lips at your comment and you smile innocently, “What? Was it something I said?”

He grabs a paper towel, mopping up the counter, “Shut up. You’re disgusting.” Porco scrunches his nose in distaste, “As if I’d have sex with you anyway.”

You clutch at your chest dramatically, “You wound me, Porky. How will I ever go on?”

He waves a hand as he goes back to the living room to sit on the couch, “If you die, at least have the courtesy to crawl outside. I don’t want you decomposing in my kitchen.”

This was your friendship; it was humorous, teasing, playful. Someone on the outside might be concerned that the threats and the disgust were real, but the two of you knew there wasn’t any truth to it. You made your way to the couch, waiting for Porco to get comfy before you joined him. When he was comfy, he sighed in fake annoyance before patting his lap, “Come on.”

Movie nights always came with this arrangement. Porco with his back to the armrest, laying on the couch, legs spread. You between his legs, head resting on his chest. It wasn’t always this way, but with time and a bit of emotional vulnerability, the two of you had become open to the physical affection of close friends.

The movie started, but it was one you had both seen before. Movie nights started with a movie you had seen, simply because the first movie was background noise. The two of you spent most of the first movie talking about your day, about developments in your lives, things like that.

“How’s that crush on Reiner,” Porco asks. “You ever pull up your big girl panties and tell him you’re interested?”

From your spot on his chest, you pinch his thigh and he grumbles angrily. “No. He’s still stuck on Historia. Which I get it, she’s a good choice--granted, not as good as me, but a good choice nonetheless--but she’s in love with Ymir.” You sigh loudly, “I just need something to push him over the edge, you know?” You tilt your head, looking up at him. “And you? That crazy ex-girlfriend? She ever listen to you when you said you don’t like her anymore?”

Porco groans, “God, I wish she would, but no. She even asked if you and I were dating because she came over here and saw you leaving. How creepy is that?”

You laugh, “She thought we were dating? That’s laughable.” You hum quietly in thought. “You know--”

“Do not finish that thought,” Porco snaps. “You’re going to ask something like ‘what if we were’ or something.” His voice pitches higher to mock you. He can’t tell if the feeling of his stomach rolling is because of the disgust at the thought of dating his best friend or something else. He presses that thought down. “That only works in those fanfics you read.”

You sniff indignantly, “Don’t hate the fanfics because you don’t achieve the expectations and standards set within them, Porky.” He flicks your forehead in response and you roll your eyes, “Be careful, maybe I’m a masochist.”

You miss the way Porco’s eyes dilate at your comment. He turns his face to the TV, trying to clear his mind of your words. “I’m better than those fictional men,” he mumbles, slightly offended.

You laugh and he feels the way your body shakes against his. You gently poke him in the stomach, “I’m sure you are, Porky. Too bad you can’t prove your words since your pride won’t let you fake date me for mutual benefit.” The fluttering in your stomach belies the confidence you’re exuding.

There’s silence from Porco. He does this when he feels the conversation will annoy him. He surprises you by saying, “What does fake dating include?”

You clear your throat, “I mean...it’s dating but...fake. We can decide what that looks like if you’re genuinely interested.” You keep your cheek pressed against his chest. If you look at him now, the carefully constructed façade you’ve built will surely shatter. There was a time when building a friendship with Porco was a ruse; you wanted more than that. In getting to know him, you had all but forgotten that plan from so long ago. But sometimes...sometimes he worms his way into your heart again and you’re at a loss for a moment (or multiple moments).

“You said it was mutually beneficial,” he says by way of explanation. “You’re the one who has read all the fanfics, you tell me how it works.” He feels you grumbling against his chest at the mention of fanfics again. He ruffles your hair, “Come on, princess, how does it work?”

You hope he can’t feel the way your cheeks heat up at the pet name. Your guilty pleasure pet name of ‘princess’ falling so easily from his mouth really sends your body into disarray. “Well, in public, you act like a couple. Outside of the public eye, you can hate each other or be friends or whatever you would normally do. The fake dating is for appearances, you know? So for you, the benefit is that ex getting off your back. For me, it’s--”

“Reiner getting his head out of his ass,” Porco interrupts. He waves his hand leisurely, “Yeah, yeah that makes sense.” He goes silent and you can sense the way he has something to say. You look up at him from your spot against his chest and his cheeks are tinged pink. “Say, uh, do people usually ask questions about our sexual lives? What do we say to that?”

You choke, sitting up as you cough. Porco smacks a hand against your back, shouting apologies. You take a deep breath and stare at him. “Well...what do you want to say to that? I feel like...the people who are going to be asking that question know who you and I are as people. They would have made the assumption prior to asking.”

Porco’s earlier uneasiness clears and his arrogance is back. He smirks at you, “If you want me to fuck you, just say so.” He’s half joking. Or at least he thinks he is. He isn’t really sure at this moment.

You cock an eyebrow. The arrogance you two display always builds off one another. “If you want to fuck me, just say so. You’re the one who asked, aren’t you? You want this to be friends-with-benefits who are fake dating?” You lean forward, face close to his. You revel in the way he watches you with rapt attention. “Just say the word, it can be.”

He presses one of his large hands into your face, pushing you away. “You’re disgusting. Go away.” The half-hard cock in his pajama pants belies his words.

You pout at him, going back to your previous position. Both of you choose to ignore his cock that both of you can definitely feel pressing between you. “I’m not disgusting,” you grumble.

“That’s payback for saying fanfic men are better than me,” he retorts. He swallows the groan he was going to let out as your body rubs against his cock. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear you’re doing it on purpose. Porco grabs you by the shoulders, voice strained as he chokes out, “Stop. Moving. Like. That.” He should’ve known better than to show weakness to you. Mistake number one of the night. You’re like a lioness on the hunt, preying on the mistakes of your prey.

You hum, paying no attention to the grip he has on your shoulders. “Why? Am I so disgusting you can’t help but get hard at the thought of me?” You’re walking on thin ice, you know you are, and yet you’re doing it anyway. This is a line you cannot uncross. You don’t really have the mind to care, not when his cock was pressing against you.

Porco grinds his teeth together, “Stop playing around.”

“Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend, Porky,” you ask, looking up at him and fluttering your eyelashes. Mistake number two of the night. His pupils are dilated as he stares at you. He looks like he’s having an internal debate with himself. Your breath hitches at the sight and you turn your face away to rest your cheek back against his chest.

His hands slide beneath your armpits, pulling your body up higher until you are face-to-face with him. His warm breath fans across your face as you stare in surprise at him. “Nuh uh, princess. You don’t get to tease and get away with it.” You are slowly crossing a line, your toes at the edge of it, ready to run across.

You hate how breathless you sound when you say, “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, Porco?” His actual name slips out of your mouth without thinking. No ‘Pock’ or ‘Porky’ to keep yourself in check. Mistake number three of the night.

Porco stares into your eyes and he takes one of your hands, sliding it between you until your hand rests against his cock. “You did that. Now you get to fix it.” Quicker than you can register, he wraps an arm around you, lifting you so he can get you on your back. He hovers over you, now slightly uncertain because of the position you’re in. It’s endearing the concern he has. Thinking that thought...mistake number four of the night. He presses his lips together and stares at you, “Are you...sure?”

There’s something about how sweet he is despite how desperate he just was that in turn makes you desperate as well. You grab him by the shirt, balling the fabric in your fist, “This is a friends-with-benefits, fake dating AU. Just fucking kiss me, you idiot.” Porco doesn’t have time to consider what ‘AU’ means before you tug him to you and press your lips together. Mistake number five.

The first thought you have is his lips are so soft. They explore yours gently, something that shouldn’t have surprised you, but did. You get to see Porco in a different light than everyone else; with you, he is open, vulnerable, something everyone else does not have the pleasure to experience. The way his lips roamed your own should not have been a surprise.

Porco is the one to run his tongue over your lips, seeking permission. The way he takes control is no surprise. He nips at your lip when you don’t grant him permission. “Come on, brat,” he mumbles against your mouth. “Quit playing hard-to-get.”

“You knew what you got into,” you tell him, nipping at his lip in retaliation. His hand slides down your body, slipping under the band of your sweatpants and panties. You gasp in surprise and he smirks against your lips, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. It’s sloppy but neither of you seem to mind the spit that gathers at the corners of your lips. His hand stays exactly where it was now that his trick worked.

You pull away from him, resting your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “Shit,” you mutter.

Porco smirks once more, “Better than the fanfic men?” He presses his lips to your jaw, using a hand to tilt your head back. “Since I’m real and not fictional, I’ll assume the answer is yes. What I will say is that, even though this whole agreement hinges on you scoring Reiner...I’ll give you the royal treatment, princess, which is too bad as it’ll ruin you for anyone else.” You flush once more at the pet name, but this time, Porco notices. A wicked grin comes over his features, “Aw, jeez, you’re a ‘princess’ kind of girl?” His lips ghost over your throat, lips gently brushing the skin, “Well, princess, enjoy the royal treatment, then.”

Porco’s hand slides further down into your pants, middle finger dipping between your folds first, seeking out your clit. His bites at your pulse point, feeling the way your heart is beating quickly at the predicament you’re in. Your hips buck up as he finds your clit and he smiles against the skin of your throat, “You somehow never shut up, but now is the time you decide to be quiet?”

You tug at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take it off to distract yourself. You bite down on your lip and then blink slowly up at him, “Give me a reason to be loud and I will.” Porco stares at you for a moment before retracting his hand and pulling his shirt off, throwing it in a corner somewhere. Your hands immediately rove over the hard planes of his chest as he begins to remove your clothes.

He is in no rush as he gently slides your sweatpants down your legs. He swallows thickly at seeing your legs so bare and the wet spot in your panties. You sit up, tugging your shirt off and he blinks quickly. “You-you didn’t wear a bra? To my apartment?”

You give him a deadpan stare, “That’s your first comment, really? Not ‘oh wow, i want those in my mouth’ or ‘damn that’s what you hide under those sweatshirts’ for your first comment.”

Porco continues to stare at your chest and you clear your throat. His gaze snaps to your eyes. Mistake number six of the night. Your eyes are sparkling with the laughter and the teasing you’re giving him. And god, he could watch your eyes sparkle like the night sky until he went blind. Instead, he goes for an eloquent, “I do want them in my mouth.”

You laugh then, grabbing at the waist of his pants and pulling him forward, “Then do it, stupid. Do whatever you want to me.” That is all the clearance he needs. His reservations are dashed against the wall as you give him permission. You both have crossed a line, and you continue to run further from it. He takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue laving over it while his hand pinches and pulls on the other one. His teeth graze over your nipple and his cock twitches as you moan quietly.

His hand moves from your nipple to your mouth, thumb pressing between your lips. You part them, curious. Porco pulls away from your nipple for a moment so he can say, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you when I ruin you.” Mistake number seven of the night. Your mouth sucks on his thumb and he removes it, shoving it in your panties and rubbing tight circles against your clit again.

Porco takes his time with you. Once he’s satisfied on one nipple, he moves to the other, sucking hickies into the skin surrounding it before letting his teeth graze over the sensitive nub. Your hips buck against his thumb so he obliges, letting his middle finger slide down to your hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his finger. You whine, just like he was hoping you would.

“You’re so desperate, trying to fuck yourself on my finger,” he says quietly, moving off your breast and kissing down your sternum. “I should’ve known you were a little slut like this.” Porco takes your panties in his teeth, tugging them down. “Jeez, look at you making a mess in those panties,” he coos, voice slightly muffled by the fabric between his teeth.

You huff indignantly and stare at up at the ceiling, “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Porco cocks his head, “You haven’t cum yet, so no. Have patience, princess. I know you’re desperate for my cock, but I said I’d take care of you.” The surprise on your face gives him pause. “Has--have your other partners not...cared about making you cum?” You don’t answer and he sits back thoughtfully, thumb still rubbing at your clit. “Sit on my face,” he says simply.

You sputter, “What?” The thought of sitting on his face is daunting. “What if I--”

“Too heavy? I really don’t care,” he interrupts. “I refuse to fuck you until you’ve had at least one orgasm. So you can either sit on my face or get nothing at all.” He gestures to his face, “Your throne for the evening, princess. Take it or leave it.”

Porco knows you’ve conceded so he lays back on the couch. Gingerly, you crawl up his body until you’re nearly to his face. “Are you--”

Porco sighs in annoyance and grabs the back of your thighs, dragging you forward until your center is hovering over his face. His hands travel up the back of your thighs to your ass, squeezing at the flesh. “Lower,” he commands, voice husky with desire. “If you don’t lower yourself, I will do it for you.” You slowly lower yourself, feeling Porco’s hot breath against your wet cunt, his nose gently brushing your clit. “That’s my girl,” he coos, before flattening his tongue against you, rubbing his nose against your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, grabbing at the back of the couch to keep yourself up. Sure, you had gotten head before, but Porco...Porco ate you out like it was a meal to a man starved. Your thighs pressed against his head as they began to shake around him. “P-Porco, please.”

Your plea goes straight to his cock that is straining uncomfortably against his pajama pants. He could barely hear you with the way your legs were pressed to his ears. He rubs his nose against your clit, looking up at you from between your legs. “Cum on my tongue, baby. Do it.” He calls you ‘baby’ without thinking. His mouth continues to work on you, eyes flicking up to look at you your eyes squeeze shut and mouth hangs agape. He could really cum from that alone.

You cum on his tongue and he laps it up, teasing your oversensitive nerves with languid swipes of his tongue. Your hand comes down to rest in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp as you catch your breath. “Have you been tested,” you ask. Probably a bit late for that thought since you just came on his tongue.

“Yeah, why,” Porco says, still beneath you. “I have condoms.” Very quickly, you shimmy your body down his, moving off his face. He props himself up on his elbows, “What are you--”

You don’t give him time to complete his thought, standing up to remove his pants and briefs. “I do not care that you have condoms. Right now, I need…” you pause, giggling. “I need Pock cock.”

Porco stares at you, “You’re so stupid. You are talking about my penis. You are telling me that you desperately want my cock. And you call it Pock cock?!” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting up. “I haven’t-I haven’t even prepped you. Let me do that.”

You grab him by the shoulders, shifting his body so his back is against the back of the couch. “No.” Porco sputters as you kneel, hole positioned above him. You hum thoughtfully, “It’ll be a stretch.” You lean forward, mouth by his ear so you can whisper, “Just tell me I’m a good girl while I do it and I promise it’ll be fine, baby.” You use the term of endearment almost mockingly, a callback to earlier when he had used it. Mistake number eight of the night.

Porco has to restrain himself from thrusting into you right then. He groans, throwing his head back, “Fuck. You can’t just say shit like that.” His hands slide down your body, resting at your hips. “Are you sure it’ll be--” he doesn’t finish the thought. You press yourself down on his cock, your warmth enveloping him as you stretch around him. He’s thick, and you whine softly as you move down his length.

Porco remembers what you told him. Of course you would have a praise kink. He digs his thumbs into the flesh at your hip, “Fuck. You-you’re doing--shit--taking me so well, look at you, baby.” You’re almost fully around him, so he wraps his arms around you, gently pressing his hips up to meet you. You moan, chin resting on his shoulder. Porco presses his lips to your jaw, then gently nibbles at your earlobe as you adjust. “It’s like you were made for this cock, baby. You feel-fuck, you feel so good.”

You roll your hips against him, both of you letting out moans at the action. You don’t often take the initiative to ride someone. You’re in charge, you set the pace, but it hits a very good spot for you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t get to watch Porco fall apart this time.

Porco should’ve known that you’d be a fucking tease. You rode him without any urgency, rolling your hips and bouncing on him at varying paces, paces that edged him. He was a mess beneath you; his head was tilted back against the couch, and your hips were sure to bruise with how hard he was holding you.

“Fuck this,” he growls, bringing his head forward to look at you. His hand goes up to your throat, gently squeezing the sides, “You want to be a little tease? You want to edge me? Nuh uh, not anymore.” He wraps an arm around you, twisting you so your back is on the couch as he hovers over you. “You were so desperate for my cock earlier. Well now you’re going to get it.”

A strangled gasp escapes you as he pulls out, thrusting harshly back in. His thumb goes down between your bodies, rubbing against your clit. “You cum first, you’re ordering the pizza for dinner,” he says before pounding into you. Porco is merciless, thumb stimulating you as his cock brushes your g-spot at the same time. It doesn’t help that he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear as well. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Bet you’d like me to fill you up like the little cumslut you are.”

You cum first, clamping down around his cock. Porco slows his thrusts, trying not to overstimulate you as you come down from your high. And fuck, the way you’re squeezing his cock like you want to keep it buried in you, he almost stays there. He pulls out, reveling in the whimper you make. “Sorry baby, but I’m gonna fill that mouth up. Maybe having it full can keep you from being such a brat.”

Porco nearly cums on the spot at the way you open your mouth, tongue out, staring at him through your lashes. He pumps his cock in his fist, pushing himself right to the edge before pressing his cock into your mouth to thrust a few times. He cums down your throat, moaning quietly as your tongue rolls over his cock, cleaning it off.

You pull off his cock, swiping at the corner of your mouth, “What kind of pizza do you want?”

Porco slides into the booth next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. You, Porco, and Reiner were at a party, but decided to take a moment to relax. Reiner cocks an eyebrow at the two of you, “Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long.”

Porco chuckles, “What can I say, my princess likes to play hard-to-get.” His other hand rests on your thigh, gently kneading circles into the skin.

“Princess,” Reiner repeats the pet name. It doesn’t have the same effect coming from Reiner as it does coming from Porco. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one. “What brought this on?”

You shrug, sipping at your drink, “It just kind of happened. I mean, we were friends before we started dating so it just kind of...progressed.”

Porco remembers the whole reason for the fake dating arrangement in the first place. The reason is sitting right across from them at the booth. Porco presses a kiss to your cheek--to keep up appearances of course--and flicks your forehead affectionately, “I’m heading to the bathroom. Be right back.”

You nod, continuing your conversation with Reiner. Porco heads towards the bathroom, rounding the corner and then standing there to watch. He watches the way you laugh at something Reiner says. He knows that your eyes are sparkling like they always do. He hears you snort when you laugh, butterflies erupting in his stomach. It is then that he knows this arrangement was doomed from the start. That night you had agreed on it--the night you two had had sex--he should have known. He plays it back in his head often, counting the mistakes that should have indicated that this was a fool’s errand. There were eight of them.

Reiner’s hand reaches across the table and rests on top of yours as he says something earnestly. Porco wants to walk back then, to interrupt the moment, but he doesn’t. This was the goal in the first place, after all.

You laugh at what Reiner says, his hand slightly clammy on top of yours. You hope the laugh is genuine. You pull your hand out from under his, using it to hold your glass and take a drink. Your phone buzzes on the table. You snort at the message, seeing it is from Porco. Reiner tries to be inconspicuous as he looks at the screen.

Took your hand away pretty fast, princess. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your stomach flips. In the beginning, that was the goal.

His hand is clammy. You send your text, setting your phone down. You nod at something Reiner says.

Porco stares at his phone screen, your explanation for why you had pulled away staring back at him. He can’t help but feel this is a small victory, but he isn’t sure why. Oh, not warm like mine as they caress your skin? He sends the text, watching you for your reaction. The flush on your exposed shoulders makes him chuckle. Got ya all hot and bothered, right there in front of the guy you’re supposed to be making jealous. Wonder if he thinks that pretty blush is for him? Porco pockets his phone, strolling back to the booth like he didn’t just send the text that he did.

“Took you long enough,” you say, “Did you make sure to give a courtesy spray after you took a shit?” Reiner’s eyebrows shoot up so fast, you’re worried they might shoot off his forehead.

“So vulgar,” Porco chides. “Wanna go dance, princess?” His fingers dance up your thighs, teasing the edge of your skirt and heading back down your legs, only to repeat the sequence.

“Sure, dear,” you respond. A furrow appears in Reiner’s brows, but he doesn’t comment on the slight tension in your shoulders.

Porco grabs your hand, dragging you to the dance floor. He tugs on your hips, pulling you against him so your back is against his chest. His mouth is right by your ear. “Such a shame he had clammy hands,” Porco whispers. “You could be dancing with ol’ Reiner Braun instead of me right now, just like you wanted.”

You hum, playing along with his game--it’s just a game, right?--and press your ass against his crotch as you dance. “How bad would that make me look? Coming with my boyfriend and grinding on someone else? I could never, that would be...naughty of me.”

“Could have had me fooled, little slut,” he whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. You shiver against him. “Bet if I asked, Reiner wouldn’t mind joining us. Would you want that?”

“Actually,” you drawl, “I’d like to blow your brains out. In the hot way, not with a gun.” Porco can’t help the throb in his cock at your words. The guy you were intent on getting when this arrangement started was within your grasp, yet here you were...wanting him instead. Is this what it’s like being in too deep?

“Then don’t flirt with him,” Porco growls. “Not when you and I have this. Not when it’s my name you moan almost every night.” Neither of you can tell if he’s serious.

The next opportunity to make Reiner jealous happens a few days later. Porco invites him over to watch movies. He also invites Bertholdt so Reiner doesn’t feel like a third wheel. Without thinking, you and Porco stretch out on the couch like you normally do for movie nights. Porco realizes there is only one couch and the two of you scramble to make room for Reiner and Bertholdt.

Porco pulls you into his lap to make more space. The four of you watch a few movies before getting tired. Porco offers the couch and makes a pallet for Reiner and Bertholdt. “There’s only two spots,” Reiner says dumbly. “Isn’t y/n sleeping out here with us?”

Porco shrugs, “That’s up to her. She can sleep with me or you two.”

“Well I hope I’d want to sleep with my boyfriend,” you say with a laugh. “Sorry Reiner, Berty.” The two of them shrug, debating on who is going to sleep where. The door to Porco’s room shuts softly behind you.

Porco is sitting on the bed, staring at you. “Shouldn’t you want to sleep out there with them?”

You shrug, getting into bed beside him, “I wasn’t wrong. Wouldn’t it be weird if I slept with two men who aren’t my boyfriend?” You’re making excuses now. The clammy hand? That was laughable. This one was at least believable and valid. This plan wasn’t going at all like it was supposed to. The fanfics should’ve been indicative of that.

Third time's the charm, Porco thinks to himself. He hopes it isn’t as he leans against a wall, watching you talk to Reiner. You shiver--it’s a bit cold outside--and Reiner offers you his jacket. You take it. Porco feels a crack in his heart. It’s just cold outside.

You laugh at something Reiner says--Porco hates when you do that because he loves the way your eyes sparkle and he wants to keep that for himself. Only because I’m the funniest person I know, no one else deserves the sparkles of laughter in your eyes when they aren’t funny like me. He watches you hold up a finger to Reiner and then pull your phone from your pocket.

His phone buzzes immediately in his pocket. That wasn’t even funny. Also his jacket smells like lavender. Help. You again laugh at something Reiner says, a hand reaching out to slap at his arm. Porco shoves his phone in his pocket, ready to go over and interrupt. He tells himself it’s only because you hate the smell of lavender. It gives you a headache.

Porco strolls up, “Oh, hey babe. Were you cold? Here, take my jacket so Reiner can have his back.” You immediately take Reiner’s off, thanking him and then wrapping yourself in Porco’s jacket. “Let me see if there’s a blanket around here, I’ll be back.” It smells like leather and mint and bergamot and you take a deep inhale as Porco walks away. Only to get rid of the lavender.

Reiner says something to you that you don’t hear. He repeats it. “Are you happy with him?” The question takes you off guard. “Because...because I thought that...I thought that you might have liked me. And then you two started dating. So I just...I want to make sure you’re happy.”

Porco hears the question. He’s not far enough away and Reiner has never been good at talking quietly. Porco grabs a blanket from the stack. Pieck was always prepared; a bonfire and blankets seemed counterintuitive, but here you were freezing. Porco takes his time.

“Yeah,” you respond. “I am.” It’s simple. Someone else might think you aren’t genuine, but not Porco. You answered without hesitation and with clear strength behind the words. Porco isn’t sure if it’s the cold or his beating heart that causes him to shiver.

Reiner smiles at you, “I’m glad. I’ll see you around then.” He excuses himself, leaving you to ponder what just happened. You hadn’t even thought about your answer. But this wasn’t real. Your mind is racing as you stare at the space Reiner had just occupied.

A blanket wraps around you and Porco’s mouth is by your ear. “Do the people in the fanfics always catch feelings? Maybe you should’ve warned me that could happen to us,” Porco whispers. His hands rub at your arms that are swathed in his jacket and a blanket. You aren’t sure what you can say right now. He heard. He could tell. He knows.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper softly, looking at the ground and glaring at your feet as if they’re the ones who caught feelings.

“Sorry?” Porco walks around so he is in front of you. “For what? Falling love with me? It’s not hard to do, I understand.” You snort and roll your eyes. He grips your chin, tilting your head up. Porco is smiling at you when you look at him. “That’s my sassy girl.”

You cock your head, “Who said anything about falling in love? I think you mentioned it because that’s how you feel.” The conversation gives you deja vu to the conversation that happened before this arrangement was made. When you joked about having sex.

“That’s why I said it, sweetheart. And that’s why I said ‘my sassy girl’,” Porco replies. He flicks your forehead, “Emphasis is placed on the word my because you are mine and no one else’s. Is that enough of an explanation for you?”

“It will have to do for now,” you reply, eyes sparkling with contained laughter as you tease him to exasperation. “You can explain it more when we get home.” You take his hand, dragging him to the chairs set up around the bonfire. Porco can’t help but think back to the night that started all this. He had called his decisions mistakes and counted them one-by-one each time he replayed that night in his head. He supposed mistakes happen, but nothing was a mistake when it came to you.

#porco galliard x reader #porco galliard #aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #porco smut #porco x reader #porco galliard smut

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whoreiaki-kakyoin · 3 years

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Alt-bacchio Headcanons- Alt/Punk Abbacchio x Gender Neutral Reader

I’m still majorly brainrotting for Abbacchio as the hot older brother of your best friend Narancia? So enjoy some thoughts I keep having. (For reference, I got the idea for 1. Abbacchio's general look/vibe and 2. the older brother type dynamic from this awesome comic by gaminegay)

You and Narancia are good friends, probably having met through school or at mutual hangout spots. I imagine you both being at least college age, with you a little older than Narancia and Abbacchio a few years older than you

One day, you come over, and Abbacchio answers the door, silver hair tied back, headphones slung around his neck, lipstick and eyeliner and several piercings in his ears, and you think you might swoon. He acts indifferent, but you don’t miss the quick once-over he gives you as he grunts out a, “you’re Narancia’s friend? Well come in, then, he’s upstairs.”

“Okay, what the fuck, you never told me you had a brother!”

“Eh, yeah, we're not blood related, but Leone's a good big bro. He’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s pretty chill.”

Leone usually excuses himself with an eye roll when Narancia is having friends over? Just does his own thing? Yet after you come over one day and he gets a glimpse of you, suddenly he hangs around more

Narancia goes to point this out (genuinely not intending anything by it, he just thinks it’s weird), and Abbacchio roughly elbows him in the side mid-sentence to shut him up

“Why are you even hanging around so much, you usually hate being around when my friends are ov— OW!” “No, I don’t, stop being a brat.”

He gives you a wolfish smile when he sees you’re blushing after that. Narancia is too busy cursing out his brother to notice.

Sometimes he’ll come in with his hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing a tight tank top after a workout and…. You really do try your best not to let Narancia catch you staring

Because honestly, you feel a little guilty. Nara’s one of your best friends, and wouldn’t he think it’s gross if he found out you had the hots for his older brother?

But it’s not like he’s that much older. Only a few years. So maybe it wouldn’t be weird? No, best to forget it, you’re overthinking.

But that doesn't stop your heart from skipping a beat when Leone leans over you to grab a blanket on movie night or a video game controller if he’s joining you two for a game. Does this bastard honestly have to sit right next to you on the couch? There’s plenty of room!

Leone does not care. You’re so cute when he leans over you so that his chest is almost pressed against you… trying to hide the way your breath catches in your throat and keep from blushing. He’ll give you a casual shrug and a grin after, or a gravelly “sorry, doll” as he bites back a smirk and you try your best not to short circuit

I so think modern au/big brother Abba is into alt/punk types of fashion, so naturally it led to the thought that he plays in a punk band. He’s a bassist, but he probably does the occasional vocal feature, too. This means his fingertips are callused when they brush against yours mmm 👀

One time you come over when Narancia’s running late and Abbacchio is in the basement/the garage/whatever practicing with his band. When he lets you in, he tells you his brother isn’t home but that you’re welcome to hang while they practice. (You start coming over early now and then just for an excuse to watch)

Usually Leone shrugs off compliments about his playing, but when he asks, “so, what did you think, [bella/bello]?” And you excitedly tell him how great the band sounds, “and you especially!” he can’t help grinning and even blushing a bit.

Unbeknownst to you, his bandmates tease him ruthlessly because he always brushes off any groupies who try to flirt with him or compliment his music, yet here he is asking what you think of their songs, suggesting that you come check out their shows, even reaching around your back to guide your hands as he shows you how to play a few chords on his bass. And Abbacchio never lets anyone touch his bass.

“Like this, see? You want your fingers curved a bit over the fretboard, like this… yeah, exactly.” Seriously, Abbacchio repositioning and guiding your fingers, coaxing them to bend the right way with his steady hands as you feel his warm breath on your neck when he laughs. Fuck.

Sometimes the others will ask if his [girlfriend/boyfriend] is coming to practice to watch him blush as he snaps that he doesn’t know what they’re talking about because you aren’t dating.

Leone makes it a goal to flirt with you and sneak little looks or touches when Narancia’s back is turned, and it drives you crazy. It’s almost a little game to him to get you breathless and watch you blush

He has to get by you in the kitchen? His hand will linger on your waist and give a little squeeze. Sometimes he’ll scoot behind you in tighter spaces so he’s pressed right up against your ass for a moment

You feel zero remorse then when you wear something more revealing or do your makeup in a way that catches his eye.

“You look…. Really good today, [y/n]”

“Ew, gross, Leone, [he’s/she’s/they’re] too young for you!” “Shut up.” You blush as you tell Narancia that it's fine, really, and it was actually pretty sweet.

Play fighting for the “good” video game controller, Abbacchio using his long arms to hold it high over your head as you climb into his lap without even thinking to get a better reach. Suddenly you’re both much more focused on the compromising position, you straddling him and your faces inches apart. You stare at each other for a beat or two before you hear Narancia coming back in and shimmy off his lap. You get your ass kicked in whatever you’re playing because your brain is still rebooting from whatever the hell just happened.

You start shivering during a movie night and try to act like you’re not cold? He’s trying to act casual as he rolls his eyes and offers part of the blanket he’s using with a gruff “here.” You scoot closer to snuggle up under the blanket, but you’re more focused on the smell of his cologne and his shampoo than the movie now.

Bonus points if you end up in a really close position as you both get comfy and sleepy. Your head lolling onto his chest as you blink groggily and swear that you’re not sleepy? Excellent. Narancia will tease you if you fall asleep on each other. Expect photos.

If you show up to one of Abbacchio's shows? Pushing your way to the front row wearing some cute alt/punk look? God his heart is gonna stop right there

If he has a vocal feature on anything they’re playing that night, he will be singing straight to you.

Maybe, just maybe, he seeks you out after their set, pinning you up against the wall and making out with you. He gets black lipstick smeared all over you

Before you both sit down and talk about what it actually is you’re both doing and feeling, expect a few makeout sessions when Narancia isn’t home— Abbacchio pulling you into his lap and kissing you breathless.

When you eventually do tell Narancia you might be interested in Leone and you think he might feel the same, your friend just rolls his eyes. “Finally. Now you two can stop eye fucking across the room, it’s disgusting.”

But he’s smiling when he says that and he’s seriously happy for you guys. Once he’s certain of his brother’s intentions towards you, he’s entirely on board. You’re two of his favorite people in the world, and as long as you’re good to each other and you’re both happy, it’s fine by him

Once you’re officially dating, Abbacchio makes sure to get a good luck kiss from you before every concert.

Anyway, I wish I could draw because Abbacchio wearing ripped up black jeans with a chain or two… punk bassist Abbacchio who has plenty of piercings, maybe even a tongue piercing? He lives in my brain rent free and I want to make it everyone’s problem because I refuse to thirst alone

#I keep debating learning how to draw for set designs/costume sketches for plays #but plot twist what if I learn so I can draw Abbacchio as your hot alt boyfriend. Altbacchio if you will.#leone abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #laur's writing #headcanons #altbacchio #Abbacchio 🖋✨

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hepalienstuckyrecs · 2 years

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Stucky Christmas Fic Rec 🎄🎅🏼

I included a couple Thanksgiving fics to round this out

🎄 the hap-happiest season of all by lazulisong - Not Rated (I’d say Gen), 1.2k

Team fic, POV Sam, Humor

When he took the pile of Tupperware into the kitchen, he almost stumbled over Barton's dog, who was lying in the middle of the kitchen with the expression of a martyr and the fart-aura of a minor nuclear weapon. He looked up at Sam and rolled over to expose his half-bald, stinky stomach, and Sam said, "What the hell."

Part 10 of sam deserves better than these assholes

🦃 Comfy Cozy are We by @reserve - Gen, 1.4k

Thanksgiving, Fluff, Post CATWS, Found Family, Team fic

"Got anything to be thankful for, Steve?" Natasha asks him, and smiles enigmatically.

After months of travel, Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers return to DC. Suddenly it's Thanksgiving.

🎄 O Christmas T(h)ree by nikkiRA - Teen, 2k

POV Sam

Join the Avengers, Steve had said. It’ll be fun, Steve had said. My boyfriend will be setting up a ten foot tall Christmas tree in your living room because our ceilings aren’t high enough, Steve had conveniently not said.

🎄 new traditions by bornes - Gen, 3k

Fluff, Humor

At noon on the twentieth of December, Bucky rolls over on the couch and asks, “When are we gonna do the decorations?”

Steve, half slipped into a food coma due his inability to stop eating once there’s still food on his plate, and Bucky’s inability to calculate raw pasta portion size correctly, says, “Whuh?”

more under the cut

🎄 Merry Christmas, bitch by @rohkeutta - Mature, 3.4k

Shrunkyclunks, Fluff, Humor, Nurse Bucky

Out of all things Bucky would expect to happen in the middle of the night (emergency call from the hospital, JARVIS informing him that Steve’s been an idiot again, Steve forgetting about time zones and trying to call for a quick phone sex session), a kidnapping isn’t very high on his list.

That is, until two days before Christmas, when he wakes up in the small hours after a twelve-hour shift, and finds out that there’s a bunch of guys in his dark bedroom, stumbling into furniture like awkward baby giraffes.

Part 3 of Stop interrupting my grinding

🎄 I got that good thing for you by canistakahari @unicorncoalition - Explicit, 5.8k

Fluff, Smut with Feelings

When it comes down to it, Steve will do anything for Bucky. Even if that involves fulfilling a very specific seasonally-adjacent fantasy.

🦃 there once was a diamond by @bloobeary - Teen, 11.4k

Thanksgiving, Fluff, Shrunkyclunks

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

🎄 Roots Have Grown by AustinB - Mature, 17.3k

Modern AU, No Powers AU, Roommates AU, Fluff, Veteran Bucky, Pre-serum Steve, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Beefy Bucky

Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.

So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.

🎄 Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @stevebuckyrightsonly - Explicit, 102.9k

Shrunkyclunks, Kid Fic, Post Avengers, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, POV Alternating, Mutual Pining, Autistic Steve, Strangers to Lovers

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

Part 1 of Those Golden Days

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #stucky fic rec #stevebucky fic rec #stucky reclist #Christmas #reclist #stucky christmas fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #merry christmas lovelies

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g-o-bs--fanfictions · 3 years

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Brahms Heelshire x Reader Headcanons

Imma be honest in saying that this is purely self-indulgent. That being said, you'll notice that the reader is.... Very specific. That's because, by all technicality, it's me. I just made them nameless. But, if you can relate, fuckin' follow me and we can just vibe. I WANT MORE MUTUALS. 😁

I will warn you. I wrote this under the influence of 2 glasses of wine and half a Buzzball, so you're in for a fuckin' wild ride, my d00ds.

So, without further ado, tipsy headcanons under the cut. 😘

Was pretty comfy with you after a couple weeks of you living there

Your “Please don’t talk to me unless you’re giving me food” attitude vibes with him, honestly

He appreciates that your conversations with Malcolm are kept short. Very short:

-”So, do you want to go see the town with me?”

-”Not really. I’m honestly just gonna feed Brahms and take a nap.”

-”Oh.”

-”Yeah.”

When he does finally show himself to you, he’s surprised that you aren’t surprised:

-”Oh, hello, Brahms.”

-”???”

-”I mean, food doesn’t just disappear.”

-”Oh.”

-”It’s nice to finally meet you, though.”

-”:-)”

After that, you guys just fall into a routine

Though, one night, he hears you singing in the shower

He now asks you to sing while he plays piano

You agreed... Only if you can start with a sea shanty each time

He agreed. With obvious confusion

It’s a vibe, though

Brahms loves your need to cuddle

He loves being close to you, so the fact that you’ll willingly just cling to him out of no where makes him happy

When he’s in the walls, which is now quite rare, he’ll occasionally hear you scurrying around the house like a lil’ fucking gremlin

When he walks out to see wtf you’re doing, he’s confused as to why you’re wedged between two bookshelves

You’re response?

-”This just... feels right.”

It gets to the point where he just shows you a few access points to get into the walls

This turned out to maybe be a mistake

Why?

Because you scared the hell out of him when you found a space he previously thought was impossible to access and squeezed your chunky self into it:

-”Y/N, where did you go?”

-*from behind him in your new cubby* “Hello. :-D"

-*manly shriek of fear*

After he recovered enough to have his lungs function at a normal pace, he pulled you from your cubby and held you until his heart moved out of his throat

You’ve both started referring to the cubby as your “spooky spot” as a joke

-”Where are you going, (Y/N)?”

-”Spooky spot.”

-”Ah. Have fun.”

You guys alternate days when reading to each other

He loves that you do voices when reading for characters

You love that his voice is smoother than caramel on a warm summer afternoon

I genuinely thirst for this man, okay?

You guys dance together

It’s cute. Like really cute

He taught you how to waltz

You taught him how to Cha Cha Slide

Fair trade, in my honest opinion

In short, you understand each other and make each other happy

The Wall Man has never been happier and wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world 💖

And, of course, he’ll kill anyone who tries to take his sweetheart away from him :-)

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#brahms heelshire x reader #headcanons #fluff #gender neutral reader #the boy movie #slasher x reader

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buckys-other-punk · 3 years

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Hold on..THIS IS YOU?!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: where she is a fanfic writer and Sebastian stumbles upon her blog and messaged her as well not letting her know who he was but being an open person she is as to who she was, sending pictures and all, and until one day, decides to meet with her and she is surprised that it was the one she was writing for?

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: fluff, sarcasm (of course) and cussing? i think that’s all

A/N: Hello my lovelies. I am sorry I haven’t been posting as much, but that’s usually how I roll..no jk I legit had no time to write because of my classes this semester, so if this sucks I’m sorry lol. I’m still trying to get back into my writing groove...Also don’t mind my minor mistakes 😅

A/N 2: Anyways I AM BACK AND this is my first request ever!! I’m so excited to write this, I am soo sorry this took forever, but hope I did your request justice and that you like it (and so do others). I feel like I wrote this kinda cheesy, but whatever.

[Y/B/N = your blog name]

As always lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my future works and feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy! <3

Just another normal day without stress and a less anxiety filled world...no, today was actually awful. You were swamped with work and your best friend was complaining about her boyfriend. Let’s just say that the stress she was having with him was making you feel happy that you were single. Trying to relax you heated up some coffee (a/n: or tea) and sat on the couch of your small apartment. Grabbing your laptop you wanted to unwind reading. Probably some fanfics on Tumblr usually does the trick.

After reading some pretty good marvel related fics by your mutuals, you got inspired to write some fics yourself. Opening up a new tab you began writing about your favorite actor, Sebastian Stan. That man literally makes your miserable day a little better. Sadly, like all the girls and women who fantasize over him, he doesn’t know you. But, whatever right? You can always use your imagination and conjure up a make believe world where the two of you are happily engaged and have a German Shepard puppy named Stitch. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you opened another tab on your laptop to pull up your writing playlist, you began typing away on your keyboard writing a new AU where you’re the celebrity of the world you were creating and he was a huge fan of you. After you finished your new fic, you posted that immediately without edits because you were so excited to see people read it.

*across town*

“Have you guys ever read any fanfiction about your characters or yourselves?” the interviewer asked the pair.

“You know I’ve seen a few that were quite impressive. These writers are damn creative.” Anthony replied with a smile. “I will also not lie. I’ve read a few steamy ones and y’all are dirty.” he added with a slight disgusted face shaking his head towards the camera.

“What about you Sebastian? Have you read any?” the interviewer lady asked, looking over to the man.

“Honestly. I haven’t.” Sebastian chuckled looking back at her. “Maybe, if Mackie here finds a good one about me I’ll give it a read.” shrugging towards his friend.

“Oh man, I got a few that are worth reading.” Mackie laughed, rubbing his hands together.

“Hey, might as well share them with the world. Let’s give that writer a shout out!” she exclaimed, placing her notecards on her lap.

“Well, like I’ve said I’ve only read a bit, but I do have some blogs that I’ve saved. Maybe next time I’ll name drop a few and give fans some well deserved praise.” Anthony smiled looking at the two.

“Alright, well you better have a huge list for me.” the lady said with a smile looking at Anthony. “Thank you both again for your time. For everyone watching Falcon and the Winter Soldier comes out in March 2021.” She finished off the interview smiling and waving at the camera and the two men followed her actions as well. Once the cameras and mics were turned off the lady came back to the two men.

“Thank you again guys for your time” the lady said to the pair shaking their hands (a/n: ok let's pretend there is no corona in this world so yeah. Everyone is healthy and so is the world!). The two replied with a simple you’re welcome and another thanks in return.

“Wait, have you really read fanfiction before?” Sebastian asked his co-star as the pair walked towards their manager, who was waiting for them outside the room, getting their schedule for the pair’s next interview.

“I mean yeah. I got curious on what people were writing about us and our characters.” Anthony responded with a shrug looking down at his phone.

“Aren’t most of those like fifty shades of grey?” Sebastian asked, staring at his friend as stood near their manager.

“Only if you want them to be..” Mackie stared at his friend with a blank face as they came to an abrupt stop. “Nah man, I’m just playing. Some of them are steamy, others can be sad, like crazy sad and some are like tooth rotting cute. Like I recently read one that was with Captain America and this original character that the author came up with and it made me say ‘aww’ when I finished it. Me. A grown man said ‘aww’ after reading a fanfic. A FANFIC!” he added. Their manager quickly explained their schedule and walked them over to their car to head off to the next location. The two were seated at the back, while their manager sat next to the driver.

“You know what. Send me that story you read.” Sebastian said to Anthony.

“Are you sure Seb?” Anthony asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, why not.” he replied with a shrug. “Might as well read a good story before our next interview.”

“Alright let me send it to you right now. Honestly I think this writer is one of my favorites. I don’t know if it's her writing style or how she portrays our characters, but she’s amazing.” Mackie said with a smile getting the fic he recently read and sending it to his friend.

“So all her stories are good?” Sebastian asked, looking at the notification.

“I just said that she is my favorite writer.” Anthony looked at his friend with a ‘are you serious face.’

“Okay. Okay.” Seb said with his arms up in defense. After a few minutes of reading the fanfic Sebastian actually said ‘aww’ aloud just like Mackie after he first read the story.

“It was good wasn’t it.” Anthony asked with a toothy grin.

“Yeah this was really good. Y/B/N is a pretty good writer.” Sebastian said looking through your feed.

“You should tell her!” Anthony exclaimed.

“What, like make an account?” Seb asked.

“Well yeah, but I mean not your actual name of course. Make a fan account. Show these writers your appreciation, I know that if I were an author I would love that (a/n: wink wink). I’ve messaged a few writers complimenting their work without actually telling them who I am.” Anthony said, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna read more stuff from her before I message her.” Sebastian chuckled. Sebastian clicked onto your main blog page to find that you had just posted a new fic about him. “Wait, dude she just posted a new story...About me!” Sebastian exclaimed, showing his phone to Anthony.

“Nice, but we have to finish these interviews. You gotta read it during your free time man, sorry to crush your dreams.” he chuckled, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Sebastian sighed and followed his co-stars actions getting out of the car and continuing the rest of his day filled with interviews.

*later that evening*

After the interviews Anthony and Sebastian had dinner together at a fancy restaurant. During their dinner they talked about how crazy some interviews were. Sebastian brought up the subject of how Mackie publicly announced that he had read fanfiction. With that still stuck in his mind the two finished their meal and after parting ways. Sebastian took a cab and arrived at his apartment, changed out of his fancy suit to some comfy clothes and grabbed a bottle of water from his fridge. He walked over to his couch turning on the tv, not really paying attention to what was playing, grabbing his phone he opened the tumblr app finally creating an account.

*one week later*

Sebastian has read almost all of your works and texting Anthony almost every time after he has finished a new fic giving his reactions to each. He has liked and reblogged everything he has read from you and other writers, but he favors your stuff the most.

Mackie: dude you should tell her you like her stuff and stop texting me!

Seb: Alright I will, I just don't know what to say.

Mackie: Just say you like her work. It's as simple as that.

Seb: okay okay I will

Mackie: ok good, no stop texting my its legit 2 am

Seb: fine

Sebastian opened up the messaging area of the app and began typing away his appreciation to you. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous after he pressed send. Getting out of the app completely he tried to focus on whatever was playing on the tv. Then all of a sudden he heard a notification go off and his phone light up. Looking down on it he saw that it was a notification from you. Again his nervousness took place as he unlocked his phone to read the notification. The app opened and the direct message filled his phone screen.

(a/n: this is my first time using a fake dm thingy so just imagine that Seb is following you)

Seb: Holy shit dude, she actually replied back to me!

Mackie: Well of course she did, she's not a robot. But maybe she is since she’s up so late...

Seb: shut up and why are you still up? I though you were mad at me for texting you

Mackie: well you woke me up so what am i supposed to do

Seb: whatever I’ll let you go

Mackie: alright. bye lover boy

Sebastian shook his head at the text, he went back to the app to reply back to you. “What should I say?” he said to himself. “Maybe she’s in a different time zone or lives across the world or something… Okay okay. Maybe be chill and say I hope i didn’t wake you? No that sounds weird.” he shook his head trying to come up with something to say. Eventually he fell asleep trying to think of what to say to you.

*the next morning/later that day*

Sebastian woke up with his phone gone from his hand. He quickly got out of his bed in panic to look for it. Maybe you had said something to him or he had said something dumb to you. Once he found his phone he quickly unlocked it to check and thank god he didn’t say anything stupid. But he didn’t say anything. He shook his head clearing his thoughts. “Alright I think I know what to say.”

Y/N’s POV

You woke up to the sound of cars honking, groaning you looked at your clock. “How is it already 10 am?” you said aloud to nobody in particular. You sat up on your bed and grabbed your phone scrolling through various social media apps. At the top of your screen you saw a notification from tumblr. Opening the app to the notifications section, you noticed it was a blog that had messaged you from earlier in the morning.

sebstan_fan: Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Carter. I don’t know where you live, but I just woke up and had a dream about one of your fics. (wow I hope that didn’t sound creepy)

You smiled at the message, since you loved interacting with your followers.

y/b/n: haha its ok. I actually live near New York City and I also woke up. What was your dream about? (if i can ask)

Sebastian’s POV

Sebastian had just finished taking a shower and began preparing his late breakfast. “Holy shit she replied again!” he said to himself looking at the message.

sebstan_fan: Wait, you live near NYC! Me too! Wow such a small world. But anyways my dream was honestly just a reenactment of your fic.

y/b/n: that’s so crazy how we live near each other lol. But that's so cool how you dreamt about my work. You must have really liked it.

sebstan_fan: yeah it was really interesting how you wrote such a life like scenario.

y/b/n: thank you Carter <3

sebstan_fan: ok I now this is random, but what’s your favorite place to eat in New York?

y/b/n: ooh that’s tough. Let’s go with Lombardi’s since its the very first pizza place to open in the US

sebstan_fan: oh wow an excellent choice :)

*a couple weeks later*

You and your new tumblr friend have been talking about one another’s favorite hobbies and interests for the past few weeks. You feel like you have grown a new connection with your new friend and telling them about your shitty days at work. Today your best friend wanted to bring you with her and her boyfriend to some fancy restaurant.

y/b/n: Carter, I’m practically third wheeling with her and her boyfriend.

sebstan_fan: well that sounds awful. Where is she taking you?

y/b/n: idk to some fancy restaurant I’ve never heard of. Anyways she’s making me wear fancy clothes, but I just wanna wear my pajamas!

sebstan_fan: y/n come on. you gotta dress nice if other people are dressing nice too

y/b/n: ughh ok I think I found something nice. *sends picture of yourself in an elegant dress* what about this?

Seb’s POV

Sebastian got a glass of water and sat back down on his couch. Unlocking his phone to see the new dm from you he spit his water out of his mouth wetting the coffee table in front of him. “HOLY SHIT SHE’S GORGEOUS!” he yelled aloud staring at his phone in awe of your beauty.

sebstan_fan: Y/N, you look amazing! That dress is literally making you glow!

y/b/n: stop you’re making me blush..my friend just pulled up. I’ll dm you later once this stupid night is over.

sebstan_fan: alright have fun

y/b/n: <3

Sebastian quickly called Mackie to tell him that you sent him a photo of yourself.

“Dude, she is unbelievably gorgeous. I actually spit my water out all over my coffee table when I saw the picture. ” Sebastian said on the phone.

“Man you are so obsessed with her, it's kinda creepy.” Anthony replied through the phone.

“What? No man, we just clicked. We have a bunch in common and she’s really easy to talk to.” Sebastian gushed to his friend.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that you’re lying to her about your real identity. You’re like fucking Superman with a secret persona!” Anthony snickered at the man on the other line.

“Dude no, but I’ll tell her eventually that I’m me.” Seb replied back to Anthony.

“Well you better do it soon because I’m tired of hearing about you gushing over this woman.” Anthony huffed under his breath. “Anyways I gotta go so bye bitch.”

Sebastian laughed at his friend hanging up the phone and heading to his room getting ready for bed. As he laid on his bed he couldn’t take his mind off of you in that dress. You were so open with sharing your life to him, a complete stranger, yet he couldn’t do the same.

*the next day*

y/b/n: Carter! I forgot to dm you once I got home, but that dinner was terrible. I hated every minute of it.

sebstan_fan: what happened? Also good morning :)

y/b/n: good morning, sorry if I woke you. But anyways my best friend and her boyfriend brought some dude to make it a double date and the guy was a complete douche. I couldn’t stand a minute being there.

sebstan_fan: damn I’m sorry to hear that. I bet if I was there with you the night wouldn’t have been so bad haha

y/b/n: creepy..jk But I bet we would have completely ditched my friend and her boyfriend lol

sebstan_fan: wait, I got an idea! I mean since we live around the same area why don’t we meet!

y/b/n: what like in person?

sebstan_fan: no through zoom, yes in person!

y/b/n: wow the sarcasm in this one, but that sounds like a lovely idea. I feel like I already know so much about you tho...

Sebastian huffed under his breath, “not everything.”

sebstan_fan: lol yeah but it’ll be different to meet in person. Anyways where should we meet?

y/b/n: lol that’s true. Well I know this small cafe that’s so cute and I heard they have pretty good pastries. It would be awesome to meet there :D

sebstan_fan: alright how about Saturday afternoon? You don’t have work right?

y/b/n: nope I’m off! but that sounds good to me! I’m so excited and nervous at the same time. Like what if you’re some creepy stalker...

Sebstan_fan: why would you accuse me of such a thing?!

y/b/n: lol you know i’m just messing with you. But I gotta go my friend is now calling me, probably about that douche from last night...but I can’t wait to see you Carter!<3

“Yeah, me too.” Sebastian said to himself smiling.

*Saturday*

You sat at the cafe where you told your new tumblr friend to meet you. You ordered a drink and once it was finished, you grabbed it and sat near the windows saving a seat for Carter. As you waited you pulled out your laptop and began on typing away a new fic idea drawing inspiration from the small cafe and the gloomy weather outside.

“I’m sorry that seat’s taken...” you muttered to a man who pulled out the chain next to you, looking up at the figure. “Holy shit!” you exclaimed to the man who sat next to you.

“Shhhh...Please don’t say anything.” Sebastian whispered to you, sitting on the chair next to you and taking off his sunglasses.

“What? But how? You’re!? I can’t breathe.” you exclaimed erratically looking down at your drink.

“Hey, hey Y/N, just calm down and take slow deep breaths.” he said calmly placing his hand on your back.

“How the fuck do you know my name?!” you exclaimed again staring wide eyed at the actor. “Am I getting pranked or something? Where are the cameras?!” you nervously laughed looking around the empty cafe.

“No, you’re not getting pranked. It’s me Carter…” he said quietly rubbing the back of his head.

“You’re Carter?! I thought you were a girl!” you said looking into the man’s blue eyes.

“I may have lied about who I was, but I wanted to meet you.” he started as he stared down at the ground. “I didn’t want you to freak out knowing that it was actually me.” he said looking back up at you.

“Let me just gather my thoughts for a sec.” you said, putting your hand to your temples.

“Wait, why did you assume I was a girl?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don’t know! Carter is a unisex name.” you frantically said with a shrug. “And I mean most of my followers are female, so I just assumed you were one too.” you added grabbing your drink and taking a sip to calm your nerves.

“That makes sense I guess.” he said chuckling, looking out the big window of the cafe.

“This is so crazy that you are here. Sitting next to me and talking about my stupid tumblr blog.” you uttered. “Like you’re famous!”

“Yeah so what.” he looked back to you.

“I mean aren’t you busy filming and stuff?” you asked the man.

“Nope, we just wrapped up the interviews a couple of weeks ago. I’m on vacation.” he said with a toothy grin, which made you blush. “Aww look she’s blushing.” he said sweetly towards you.

“Shut up. It’s not like I get to meet my favorite actor who I’ve had a crush on since forever sitting next to me and casually conversing with.” you muttered quickly hoping he didn’t hear your profession of love for him.

“You got a crush on me?” he smiled at you.

“Fuck you. I do not!” you exclaimed looking away from him.

“Aww I think you do.” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“Whatever.” you said under your breath trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Hey, I’m in awe too.” he began, which made you look at him. “It’s not like I get to see a beautiful woman who I like.” he smirked at you.

“I think I’m dreaming. Did you just say you like me?!” you asked pinching yourself back into reality.

“I mean yeah. I really like your work as a writer and the past what month we’ve been talking I think you’re a really cool and sweet person.” he said now blushing.

“I bet you say that to all the women you meet.” scoffing at his comment.

“No I’m serious Y/N. I think you’re a really talented writer. And I think you’re also really pretty.” again blushing, but this time he looked straight at you.

“Oh, wow. Thank you so much Sebastian.” you hesitated, your cheeks heating up. “That means a lot coming from you.” you smiled.

“Of course. And also I wanted to ask you in person if after coming clear about who I actually am, if you wanted to go out sometime. I know its weird and all sudden but-”

“Yes!” you exclaimed quickly cutting him off. “I mean. I would love to.” you said more calmly. “God, I’m trying so hard to keep my inner fangirl in.” you huffed under your breath.

Sebastian laughed at your comment and then asked, “Alright then. What about tomorrow I take you out for dinner?”

“That sounds delightful.” you smiled at the man. The two of you fell silent watching the people who passed by the small cafe.

“Oh, but can I ask you one more question? Why are you wearing a hat? And shades earlier? It's legit rainy and cloudy as hell outside.” you asked, looking at the man with your head resting on your hand.

“I’m going incognito. I don’t want my fans to recognize me.” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Are you embarrassed of them seeing you with me?” you hesitantly interrogated.

“No, I just don't want them to interrupt our first date.” he responded with a smirk looking at you.

“Wait, this is a date?!” you exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Only if you want it to be sweetheart.” Sebastian smirked, winking towards you.

“Fuck you.” You said with a smile.

A/N: Yay you finished! Was that good? bad? cheesy? lemme know lol Again if you wanna be tagged in future fics, have any requests or just wanna chat hit me up! Thank you guys for reading and I hope you get excited for more stuff to come.

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 3 years

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Playing Chess

Porco Galliard x femme!Reader

word count: 602

summary: y/n and porco are strangers at a mutual friend’s party. a king knows a queen when he sees one. college au.

a/n: this was gonna be a prequel to another story in progress but the details don’t match up, so uhhh, enjoy your blurb. no titans here! just fuel for a sex dream. send me to horny jail!

edit: I replaced “blush” with “bashfulness”. blushing is something only paler complexions can do and for me to use that term is alienating to any readers with dark/brown skin. my apologies for pushing any potential readers away, for making any readers feel like they aren’t represented in this fic, and for making any readers feel Ike this blog isn’t a safe nor brave space for them. I will do a better job of editing/reviewing my work before publishing in the future. my mistake is unacceptable and I hope this can be reconciled through consistent improvements of content on my part.

tw: alcohol but not heavy

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“Who’s that?” I ask Zeke, gazing across the room. I see a girl with curls and a small but curvy body dancing and drinking, seemingly carefree.

“Oh! That’s y/n,” He grins, “She transferred to a different university before you joined the club, but we still invite her to the events. She’s a real riot.” He pauses, examining my face. “You like her?”

“From over here, yea.” I chuckle. “She looks cute.”

Zeke gestures toward her. “Be my guest, but be warned, she’s fiery. You have to keep her interest if you don’t want to lose her.”

I down a shot of vodka. “High maintenance?”

“Nah, a free spirit.” Zeke lifts his drink to sniff it. “Damn, this is some strong shit. How many drinks you suppose I can hold down?”

I shrug my shoulders. “You’re well on your way to blacking out. Might as well take the plunge.”

He tips his drink to me. “So should you.”

I sigh, getting up out of my seat. I can see some girls staring at me from across the floor, but I don’t care about them. I make my way to the so-called free spirit, and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and does a double-take, probably expecting someone else.

“Hey!” I say, “I’m friends with Zeke, over there-“I jerk my thumb over my shoulder and she nods in understanding. “He said you’re fun to hang out with!”

She laughs, meeting my eyes with her fiery e/c ones. “That’s because Zeke’s a square!”

“Zeke’s a lil thotty now, if you haven’t heard. Anyways, your name’s y/n, right?”

She smiles, and it looks like the sun in this dark ass house party. “Yea, and you are?”

“Porco. You trynna chill somewhere?”

She shrugs. “Sure, I could take a break.”

We head out to the pool area, and I lightly guide her with my hand, just barely touching her waist. Letting everyone else know she’s preoccupied, and to get the fuck out of the way. We plop down in two chairs next to each other. They’re comfy.

“God, I would take my shoes off but I know if I do they won’t be put back on. I was dancing so much I didn’t even realize how bad my feet were hurting.”

“I got you, mamas.” I say, reaching down to grab one of her feet. I expertly take her shoe off and start massaging her foot. I look her in the eye while I do it. “So, where you from?”

Y/n doesn’t quite manage to hide her bashfulness. “Paradis. Sometimes it feels like I’m from nowhere, though.”

“How so?” I ask.

“I don’t feel a connection to it. Not like most people seem to, anyways.” She frowns, thinking to herself.

“I’m from Liberio.” I say.

“Oh? So that’s how you know Zeke?” She says.

“Yea, aside from our college. But that’s obvious.”

“You seem familiar. You sure I haven’t met you before?” She asks.

“If we had we’d be well past introductions by now.” I eye her up and down. “Believe me.”

“You’re bold,” She laughs, “This routine must get results all the time, huh?”

“What makes you think I do this with other girls?” I say, smirking.

“The way you took my shoe off perfectly for no reason at all.” She says, matter-of-factly.

“Tinder is for hookups. I’m trynna get to know you.” I state, never once looking away.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re fine as hell, and my friends think it’s worth my time.”

“And are you worth my time?” She poses.

“Lemme show you just how much I’m worth it.”

#outsider writes #aot porco #attack on titan #porco galliard #porco x reader #college au #femme!reader #porco x femme!reader #zeke yeager #aot zeke #edited

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vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned...

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra)

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways)

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that)

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint)

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3*

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet...

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought]

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...?

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls

lot more artistic than he seems

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes?

#bakugan #croak

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The Miys, Ch. 130

I am pretty excited for this chapter, not just for how it turned out but for what it sets up in the future. I don’t want to spoil it by saying anything more, but once y’all have read it, I would love to know your thoughts on it.

That said, I once again want to thank the people, coast to coast, who keep me going on this story: @the-raven-fae for being the original instigator and current podcaster of the story (check it out here!), @anotherusrname for being the best big sister a girl could ask for and for being the first person to publish any of this story in physical form (on a BLANKET no less), @baelpenrose for being my mutual beta and really egging me on more often than should probably be done, and @charlylimph-blog for... well for just being Charly. The real Charly, who is more chaotic than fictional Charly. And really, all 4 of the above for making sure I take care of myself.

“There’s some changes to the vendor list this year,” Hannah greeted as she arrived in my office.

I was still resisting the urge to cough, knowing that Noah had gotten all the chili powder out of me but nonetheless struggling against an imaginary itch in my throat. Apparently she could tell, because she got a chai latte from the console for me as she took a seat and handed it over without acknowledging it.

“From this list, I am going to guess that there is a huge fusion cuisine moment happening right now,” Parvati suggested.

“What gave it away? The Greek-Korean vendor, or the Brazilian-Icelandic?” Hannah joked.

I was extremely glad I had stopped sipping my latte as soon as Parvati spoke, or I would have choked on it. Yes! I thwarted the nefarious beverage! I thought to myself. “Do I even want to know how much fermented shark we are talking here?”

Parvati scrolled through her document and back to where she was, head tilted in scrutiny. “Probably not.”

“I’ll make a note to put them on the opposite end from the natto,” Hannah murmured. After doing that, she tipped her head back with a sigh. “This feels… I don’t know, empty?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, scrolling through a list of upcoming cultural seminars that we were considering. Jokul’s suggestion to more aggressively share cultures had been a phenomenally well-received one, and the Council had even recognized him for the way it had taken off. At this point, there were more than anyone could attend, and several requests for repeats.

My entire thought process came screeching to a halt when Hannah explained.

“We’re talking about a huge community event while also in the process of planning how to defend ourselves in the event that space pirates try to wipe out the last known members of humanity,” she pointed out. “While also being on a list of phrases I never thought to even consider being something I thought I would never say - it’s that far out there - the fact that we are still facing potential annihilation makes the Food Festival seem more like one last hurrah. It’s kind of morbid, isn’t it?”

“I’m pretty sure the information Arthur and Charly got us demonstrated that we are more likely to be enslaved than exterminated,” Parvati added helpfully, earning a scowl from both of us. She just shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

“Yes, Vati, because that is so much better, thank you for reminding me,” Hannah quipped. “It still makes the Festival feel insignificant.”

“Maybe we should just cancel it - “

I slammed both my hands, palm down, on the table and surged to my feet. “Absolutely not.”

“Sophia - “

“No. This event is too important, we aren’t even humoring that notion.”

“I know that this is your baby, but hear us out…”

I shook my head vigorously. “I will not. This isn’t about me.” I pointed to both of them. “What you’re feeling right now? That’s exactly how nearly everyone on this ship feels. We are scared, and angry, and tilting ever closer to being despondent and just giving up. And that’s exactly why weeeee…” I gestured to the three of us, “can’t. We need stability, and something familiar, and a reminder of what it is like to live. To have fun. To be as human as possible and stuff ourselves silly. So if you think for one second I am going to let our own personal culinary Mardi Gras get cancelled, you are delusional.”

Hannah still looked reluctant, but Parvati’s expression changed so fast that it was actually terrifying. “You’re talking about raging against the dying of the light, aren’t you?”

There it was. The guerilla protester was starting to show.

Gracefully, she flowed to her feet, one finger tapping the side of her chin as she started pacing. “That’s an angle I don’t think we considered.” Without looking, she held up a hand to stop Hannah when the quieter woman opened her mouth to argue. “The Festival has always been about coming together, sharing, being peaceful. But, what if it isn’t this year?” She whirled, hair flying and eyes blazing. “The Festival will be two weeks into the next night cycle. We planned on soft emitters, retro style lamps and braziers for light. And we can still do that for the first two days. But day three…”

“Go all out,” Hannah ventured slowly. “Full on, wild, bright…”

“Yes! Blacklights, glow in the dark, fluorescents… Heavy bass in the music, the kind you feel in your chest more than you hear. Only the best dishes from each vendor, what they consider their finest achievements. Defiantly, loudly human.”

“Costumes encouraged?”

She scoffed. “Of course. Like those music festivals Before, only with food. This isn’t our last hurrah, it’s going to be our rallying cry.”

Hannah seemed to be coming around to the notion, starting to nod with a focused expression on her face. “That would work. I can completely get behind that idea. We’ll need Ivan.”

“And Charly Harper,” Parvati confirmed.

“Do tell,” I asked, not seeing where they were going with this.

“Ivan can help us with some of the metalwork we’ll need to reinforce the vendor’s booths. We want it to fit in with the theme, but still be functional.”

“And I don’t know where else to get enough glitter, or blacklight paint that doesn’t show under normal light.”

“Glitter…?” That terrified feeling was returning, and swiftly.

“So much glitter,” Parvati nodded seriously. “The kind that doesn’t set off sensory issues, and I know she has it at all times, I’ve seen it. And flavorless food color, that stuff she uses in her ice cream and popcorn. I need all of it.”

I rubbed my temples as a headache started just from imagining what this was going to look like. She’s an artist, it will work. She’ll make it work, I know she will. “I put the Festival in your hands, you can do whatever you want except cancel it.”

“Just give Tyche a heads up so she can plan good costumes for you and the guys,” Hannah reassured, enthusiasm ignited at the idea of truly making the event their own.

The frown on my face actually gave me a cramp. “Why does someone else get to plan our costumes?”

“Because you wear really nice scrubs every day,” she pointed out without looking up.

“They’re comfy! But I’ll have you know I actually do know how to put together a costume, much less an outfit.”

Both of them eyed me skeptically, provoking a sigh of exasperation. “I am going to show you two, and you are both going to eat your words. Just wait.” Deep down, under all the indignation, I was hugely relieved to have averted a crisis, especially since it wasn’t a matter of life and death for once.

I also could not wait to see their faces on night three.

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