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harunovella · 2 years

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love in stereo ; r.b.

synopsis: reiner braun, the beloved football star and ladies man - or as jean likes to call him "manwhore" - has had his eyes on you. after attending one of your band's shows, he found himself head over heels when his eyes first laid on you. however, everyone said the two of you were polar opposites and from different worlds… can reiner finally win you over or will he eventually let you go?

cw: fem!reader, musician!reader x football player!reiner, college/modern au, unrequited love (at first?), acquaintances/friends to lovers, drunk kissing/touching, angst (slight argument), fluff, ngl some of it is cheesy but endearing ok, oral (m → f), fingering, smut... MDNI! (18+)

wc: 12k+

an: this was actually my first ever fic posted on ao3 for aot... before i went down the eren spiral oops but pls enjoy! i love my bby reiner, he deserve lots of hugs and kisses (and therapy)! srry for any errors/missing cw! enjoy!! xo chapter title inspo

“Look at how massive this crowd is!” Sasha exclaimed as she stood amongst the roaring crowd, clapping and singing along to the band that had taken the stage. The theater was filled to the brim with local college and university students, most gathered at the center while others spread throughout the two floors of seats. “We should get closer!” Grabbing Connie’s hand, she tugged him deeper into the tight horde of overly hyped bodies. Connie gave a face of fear as he tried to reach out for Jean but completely missed, sending him a look that screamed please save me . However, Jean shrugged it off and stayed towards the back.

It wasn’t like he didn’t like the music, hell, it was one of his favorite bands––a band that consisted of four of his closest friends––but he wasn’t in the mood to get into a pit of sweaty bodies thrashing around and possibly stealing his wallet from his back pocket or one of the many rings adorning his fingers. “Poor Connie, he won’t last not even five minutes in there,” he snickered as his eyes shifted from the duo, towards the stage where he began to bob his head to the strumming of the guitars.

“Can’t expect much from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum,” Annie mumbled as she stood beside him, her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket, tapping her foot lightly. Though she didn’t give anyone any hint that she was into… anything (besides her fashion sense of jeans, plaids, and any sort of band tee) it was no surprise to run into her there while at the theater. She was friends with the band, too.

Looking down at her, Jean scoffed, “insult all you want, but at least they don’t stick out like a sore thumb like your meathead of a friend,” he pointed back with his thumb. Annie’s eyes trailed past him, noticing the towering blonde that stood next to the bar, a grin on his lips as he held a glass of–– “Reiner literally dresses up as if he’s about to attend a frat party every time he comes to these shows.”

Sighing, Annie shifted her eyes back to meet with Jean’s, “what can you expect from a man who thinks with his dick.” Rolling her eyes, she then looked back ahead to the band. “He literally only comes to these shows for her,” she nudged her head towards you––the lead singer and guitarist. You stood dead center, Mikasa (the bassist and backup vocals) to your right, Eren (another guitarist and backup vocalist) on your left, and Armin at the drums behind you. Annie’s eyes settled on Armin a bit too long, causing Jean to snicker. “Shut up,” she hissed, already knowing what he was about to say.

Lifting his hands up in defense, his laugh continued, “I said nothing! Your face and reaction says it––” Suddenly, he was hunched over, clutching his stomach as Annie had elbowed him in the gut. “Bitch…”

A subtle smirk grew on the corner of Annie’s lips, eyes lingering on Armin as he wore a big grin on his face, twirling his drumsticks around his fingers as you spoke into the microphone. You thanked the crowd and waved goodbye, bowing and walking backstage as Mikasa, Eren, and Armin followed shortly after. Turning her head to face the bar, Annie sighed, “looks like he’s on the pounce… yet again.”

“Masochist,” Jean scoffed as he, too, looked over at the bar. “Does he not get that she has zero interest in him? It’s gotten obnoxious at this point that he won’t give up.”

“You sound jealous,” Annie teased as she looked over at Jean, but he gave her a disgusted look. One that made her laugh. It was so forced and so obvious that he was . “Then you better beat him before he gets to her before you.”

“Shut up,” Jean growled, only to be knocked off of his feet as Sasha and Connie rammed right into him. “HEY, WHAT THE FU––!”

“You coward! We could have been in there longer!” Sasha exclaimed.

“The show is over! Not my fault we got here late unlike Jean and Annie!” Connie fired back.

“Because you were too scared! Who gets scared to go to a concert?!”

“That’s not true!”

“Next show we are coming here before showtime and getting a good spot in the pit!”

“No way! So we can be trampled?!”

“That’s the––”

“GET. OFF. OF. ME!” Jean exclaimed, shoving the two that behaved like a pair of twin toddlers off of him. “You two are so damn annoying!” He huffed, forcing himself to his feet and patting off his leather jacket and tight, black jeans. “Sasha, stop forcing Connie into things he doesn’t want to do. Connie, grow a pair and live a little!” Pointing his finger at the two of them, he then looked over to the spot Annie was in, then noticed she was already walking towards the backstage doors.

Seeing him quickly walk off, Connie and Sasha exchanged looks before rushing over to join them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to hangout with the band after shows, the only problem was the band’s manager––Levi Ackerman. He hated when others came in and distracted the bandmates. Usually, he used those moments to inform them on upcoming matters involving shows or recording sessions. Luckily, this time around, he wasn’t there as they walked in.

Armin handed out beer to you, Eren, and Mikasa as the four of you sat amongst each other. You sat on the couch next to Eren and Mikasa––who shared the love seat. Mikasa had her legs over Eren’s lap as he had his free hand wrapped around her calf. Armin sat on the coffee table before you, chatting as the sound of the doors opening caused the four of them to look over. Sasha came rushing in with Connie in her grip, pushing past everyone who was in their way. “You guys were amazing!” She shouted as Armin smiled, mirroring the expressions of his fellow bandmates. “I got Connie and I into the pit… not for long but we were in there! It was wild! Your fans are getting bigger and bigger! So glad we were the original fans.”

“You guys were our friends first,” Armin chuckled as Sasha and Connie stood beside him, only for Annie to walk by and take a seat on the coffee table beside him. “H–– Hey, Annie!”

“Sasha’s right, you guys did great out there,” she lowly spoke as Armin blushed.

Turning away from the two, Sasha tugged Connie with her as they went to speak with Mikasa and Eren, praising them for their work on the guitars. Eren teased Connie for being on a leash with Sasha and Mikasa blushed at said woman’s enthusiasm. Jean eyed the room, amazed that Reiner wasn’t there already when they had assumed he had gone ahead before them… seeing as he didn’t even stand to watch with them. Furrowing his eyebrows, he then noticed the spot beside you was empty, grinning and making his way over to sit beside you.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you pulled it out of the back pocket of your ripped up jeans. Seeing the name that was written across the notification, you sighed. Not bothered, but not entirely eager, you unlocked your phone and read the message. “I’ll be right back,” you said as you took a swig from your bottle, then settled it down beside Annie as you stood up. “Hey Jean,” you smiled to the mullet haired man as he plopped beside you, you completely missing the sudden frown on his lips.

“Embarrassing,” Eren mumbled as Jean shot him a dirty look. “She’s clearly off to see Reiner.”

“They’re not even a thing, she can’t stand him,” Jean snapped.

“Says who? You?” Annie asked as you were now long gone from the group.

“He’s a douchebag manwhore who sleeps around with any cheerleader who opens their legs for him,” he spat. “Always wearing that stupid varsity jacket… They’re from two different worlds. It would never work!”

“Because you wish it was you? Since you’re the better fit?” Eren smirked as he brought his beer bottle to his lips, Mikasa reaching behind him and twirling some of his loose hair around her fingers.

“No! I am just being a good friend––”

“And saying no one is good enough for her? I think that’s a little over the top if you ask me,” Sasha raised a brow as Connie couldn’t help but laugh.

“You-- Shut up! All of you!” Jean snapped.

“I haven’t said anything…” Armin mumbled as Annie patted his knee.

“In your head you know we’re all right,” she said as Armin grew stiff for a moment, then looked away.

“Not you too, Armin!” Jean whined.

No one had really noticed you slip past the bar and towards the side of the theater. Everyone was either waiting by the front for their ride or too invested in their conversations about how amazing the band is to even recognize the lead singer walk right past them. Wasn’t like your band was mega famous, but you were doing pretty well that your following was quite large for a “local” band.

Slipping your hands in the back pockets of your jeans, you looked around the street as you stood at the curb, looking left and right before landing your eyes on the person waiting for you. Making your way over, walking along the edge of the sidewalk as you kept your balance, you approached the black Ford F-150 with a man (just as giant as the ride) leaned against it. A small smile grew on his lips as he spotted you, standing up straight as you stopped before him. “Desperate for my undivided attention?” You teased as he shrugged, pulling his hand from behind his back––something you hadn’t noticed until now.

“Jean was there, you know how he is,” Reiner said as you gave him a small look, an eyebrow arched but a playful smirk on your lips. “I’m sure he’s making a scene as we speak. Annie and Eren like to poke fun at him.”

Eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his grip, you asked “now, what do these mean?” Reiner had a habit of bringing you a bouquet of flowers after every show, and each time they were a new set. Usually, if not always, they had a meaning. You were quite amazed that he knew the language of flowers but he insisted it was his little cousin––Gabi––who knew a thing or two about it. “Jealousy?” You teased as he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Since you’ve got competition according to Annie and Eren.”

“Jean has nothing on me,” He huffed as he straightened his back. “Yellow pansies, thinking of you…”

Eyeing the bouquet you had taken into your hands, you let out a soft chuckle. “When aren’t you thinking of me? You gave these to your past flings?” Arching an eyebrow up at him as you tilted your head, he shook his head.

“You still think my crush on you is just to get in your pants and move on?” He asked as you shrugged. “It pains me how little you think of me, superstar.”

Rolling your eyes, you grunted, “ugh, don’t call me that.” Waving your hand, you sniffed the fresh flowers. “I’m just being cautious. You know, jocks like you don’t have great reputations. The fact that you’re after a girl with a whole different background than you is quite odd.”

Watching you breathe in the flowers with a face full of content, Reiner reached over and gently tugged on the piercing that looped around your upper left ear’s cartilage. “What? Can’t have a crush on a goth?” He asked as you let out a low huff.

“The goths are Mikasa and Eren, I’m just on that fine line,” you explained, but Reiner eyed you from head to toe, taking in your outfit. Sure, you weren’t wearing pitch black eyeliner and lipstick with matching nails, nor were you wearing some sort of chunky platform shoes with fishnets… but you still had that feel. You did wear those ripped jeans, had that bralette sticking out from your flannel that you didn’t even bother to button up… “Call it grunge if you gotta label it. Y’know, very 90s,” you shrugged. “Not that being a goth is offensive or anything but Mikasa definitely takes the mantle. Eren is a follow up. More because she influenced him.”

“And Armin?” Reiner asked as you grinned. “A nerd that randomly found his place in the band?”

Gently punching his solid chest, you sighed, “let him be. He has his own style and we love that for him. Doesn’t need to meet a certain criteria in order to be included.”

“Yet I get made fun of for attending the shows in my varsity jacket,” he crossed his arms. “I don’t see how that’s fair.”

Looking back down at the flowers, gently caressing the petals, you bit your inner cheek. “Guess it’s because it’s fun to tease you… You handle it far better than Jean does, that’s for sure. He gets so easily flustered. It’s cute.”

Huffing, Reiner rolled his eyes at your compliment, your eyes shifting up to meet his golden ones. He wasn’t one to verbally say he was jealous, but it was obvious. After all, he had been pinning over you for months now––something most of his friends would say was unheard of. Porco would make fun of him for falling head over heels for a woman completely out of his league as Pieck would defend him and say that opposites attract and to give it time… and boy was he giving it a lot of time. He wasn’t one to brag, but his past relationships and flings were easy to get… Maybe that’s why he liked this chase. You weren’t easy to get. You were someone he wanted to fight for. Someone he wanted something real and true with. Nothing shortly lived, nothing driven by pure lust. No, he wanted it all with you… If only you would just give him a chance.

He blamed his past and that stupid manwhore title Jean gave him (one he liked to drill in your brain). However, the look on your eyes––and face––was showing that maybe… just maybe, you were slowly loosening up to him. Maybe he had a chance.

“You know I won’t give up,” he finally spoke. “No matter what anyone says about me, or what you may think. I’m not putting all this effort because I solely want to get in your pants… Though… I’ll be honest, I do want to get in your pants, but I want more than just that with you,” he said your name as you eyed him. Your heart skipped a beat, but you swallowed the small lump in your throat as your grip slightly tightened around the stems of the bouquet. “I’m just being straightforward. No way around it, anyway. It’s obvious my feelings for you. Unlike that coward Jean.”

Feeling a smile grow on your face, you looked away, eyes settled on a group of girls climbing into an Uber as they laughed. Then, your eyes landed on a couple holding hands, sharing a small kiss as they had crossed the street. “Leave Jean alone,” you softly laughed. “I don’t have feelings for him, not that I should have to say that because I owe nobody anything. He’s just a great friend.”

Eyeing you, he felt a faint sense of relief. He’d be lying if he said if he didn’t feel a sense of competition between Jean and himself. “What about me?”

Looking back up at him, you grinned, “you’re a great friend, too.”

Dropping his shoulders, Reiner sighed. “I should’ve expected that…” Letting his head fall back as he looked up at the black sky scattered with stars, he then took in a deep breath before returning his focus to you. “I still won’t give up.”

“I know,” you nodded, reaching up to the collar of his jacket, tugging him down as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the flowers.” At that, you let him go before turning away, making your way towards the theater as Reiner watched.

“Will I see you tomorrow?!” He called out as you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him for a moment.

“Wanna see me dressed in something skimpy for Halloween?” You teased, a sudden flush of pink on his cheeks appearing. “You know I’ll be there.”

Feeling his heart flutter, he shut his eyes for a moment, taking in a sharp breath before turning to his truck. Maybe he’ll finally win you over then.

Music could be heard down the street as cars scattered across the lawn and driveway, taking up any possible space they could. Drunks and couples making out were spread throughout the interior and exterior of the home. Reiner’s home––that he shared the rent with Porco and Pieck––was filled wall to wall with (what felt like) almost every student from the university. Eren and Mikasa had taken their spot in a dimly lit corner of the living area, arms wrapped around one another as they kept to their own world. Armin was being cheered on by Connie, Sasha, and a bunch of others as he chugged beer straight from the keg while Annie watched from afar.

You and Mikasa decided to have matching costumes, you as a devil and her as an angel; the two of you wore similar, strapless dresses that flared out at the waist and didn’t go any lower than mid thigh. You, in devil horns, as Mikasa had the halo “hovering” over her head. Eren claimed he was dressed as a vampire, wearing the fangs and having his shirtless torso covered in fake blood, his usual black, ripped up jeans tucked into his boots as Armin was a vampire hunter. Though, for Armin, it wasn’t much of a costume as he was wearing a flannel and jeans with a dagger in hand. Like your closest friends, you were buzzed… maybe beyond that. You were dancing with Historia and Ymir before you found yourself taking shots with Jean and Marco. You jumped around from person to person, group to group and lost track of how much you had in your system.

Spotting Reiner as he wore a flushed face, playing beer pong with Bertolt, you watched as he made every shot while Bertolt kept missing. Giggling to yourself, you walked up to the broad blond and clutched onto his bare bicep. He was dressed as a firefighter, though the getup stopped at his waist while his torso was in nothing but an insanely tight, white tank top. “You’re too good… at this! Poor Bertie… he hasn’t gotten one in!” You pointed as Reiner looked down at you. The smug look on his face was suddenly wiped away as his eyes widened, landing on your breasts. The dress hardly covered your chest up and he was sure if you tugged just a little, you’d give him all that he was suddenly craving to see. “I’ve had a shot… with everyone… but you!” You pointed, snatching him out of his trance as he forced his eyes up to meet yours.

“Then let’s do a shot,” he nodded, grabbing your hand and tugging you away as Pieck rushed over to take his place at beer pong. “You look so… good, you know that?” Reiner said as the two of you stood in the cramped kitchen. A couple making out on the counter, others trying to make their own drinks while watching through the window as Sasha was chugging away at a funnel.

Shrugging, you then pressed your hands against his chest, “not as good as you!”

Feeling the blood rush up to his head, Reiner took in a sharp breath as he poured the two of you a shot, handing you the tiny red cup as you left one hand against him. Reiner brought an arm over your shoulders as the two of you took in your shots as you tossed your heads back before laughing. Suddenly, you grabbed the sharpie that sat behind him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him away. You dismissed the fact that the couple making out on the counter was Eren and Mikasa, not entirely surprised as they were just as drunk as everyone else.

Shoving Reiner onto the couch, you straddled him as you removed the cap of the marker. His hands settled on your hips, eyes landing on the swell of your breasts that were more prominent due to the strapless getup you were in. He hadn’t realized you were writing on his chest––at least, on the thin material of his tank top––until the sharp smell of the marker hit his nose. “What’re you doing?” He asked in a low voice, eyes slowly shifting from your chest, to your lip between your teeth. How he wanted to have it between his own.

“Your tits are so fucking big!” You said as you capped the marker and laughed, pressing your finger against his right peck. “There, perfect.”

Still caught in his trance, he forced his focus down, seeing the upside down writing as he read it out. “M–– Milk… Got… Milk… Got Milk?”

Bursting out into laughter as you held onto his shoulder and threw your head back, your free hand clutched onto your chest as he watched you in confusion. “Get it?” You vibrated, looking back at him. “You should have… come as a cow! Your boobs are bigger than most girls here!”

Shaking his head, he removed his hands from you and crossed them behind his head. “Being a meathead pays off.”

Nodding, you bit your inner cheek before standing up momentarily. You turned and tossed the marker onto the coffee table before bending over and grabbing your horns that had fallen off of your head from your laughter. You purposefully stayed bent longer than you should’ve, knowing very well that Reiner’s eyes would linger on the red number that you wore underneath. The thong gave him enough fuel to make him harder than he already was as his eyes stayed glued on your exposed ass cheeks and clothed cu–– “It’s kinda hot.” Your words had snapped his eyes away as you turned back and placed the devil horns on his head instead before straddling him once again.

“Kinda?” He asked as you nodded, giving his chest a squeeze as a small laugh left him. “Can I… do the same… to you?”

Shrugging as your eyes were focused on his chest, you nodded, “sure…” Feeling his hands grip underneath your breasts, your already flushed cheeks grew hotter.

“Ugh, these two are groping each other,” Porco rolled his eyes as he walked by from the kitchen alongside a few other guys, holding a freshly opened bottle. “Get a damn room!”

“This is my house as much as it’s yours!” Reiner called out without even lifting his focus from your breasts. He squeezed and kneaded before tracing his fingertips over the exposed bits he could get at, sending a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined his hands wandering your body. Sure, you played hard to get––not out of the idea of being cruel––but because you weren’t really sure if his intentions were true. Yeah, he did admit that he does want to get into your pants, but also said he wanted more… and in the incoherent state you were in, you couldn’t really tell what was right from wrong…

Probably why you found yourself lip locking him, tongue deep in his mouth as you found yourself grinding your hips against his own. Your sense of decency was gone, completely forgetting you were in the middle of a Halloween party; wasn’t like anyone cared, this was a common occurrence but… not this exact thing. It didn’t help that at some point Ymir and Historia, Sasha and Connie, and so on had walked by to see it happen. Ymir was disgusted and Historia blushed, Sasha and Connie spewed I knew it would happen at the same time… Eren and Mikasa had seen it from the kitchen, peeking their heads out and noticing the way Reiner’s hands were underneath the skirt of your dress and kneading at your ass and how your hands were squeezing at his biceps.

“She must really be drunk…” Mikasa said as she and Eren watched. “She definitely wouldn’t be doing this if she were sober.”

Laughing, Eren wrapped an arm around Mikasa’s shoulders, “I dunno… she’s pretty into it, that means she’s definitely wanted to do it for a while,” he pointed out, noticing the way both yours and Reiner’s tongues pressed against one another as you rubbed yourself against him.

“What the hell are you two looking at?” The sound of Jean’s voice from behind them caused Mikasa’s eyes to widen as Eren smirked.

“Your girlie officially made her move on another man,” he said as Jean furrowed his eyebrows, both he and Marco peeking over.

“Oh wow…” Was all Marco could say, blushing at the sight. “That’s… That’s something to see…”

Slightly gasping before narrowing his eyes, Jean looked away, “how disgusting, they couldn’t even do this in another room?”

Looking over at Jean, who crossed his arms, Eren grinned, “why? Mikasa and I do this all the time and no one complains.”

“That’s because we’re all used to the two of you. I am amazed the two of you haven’t made out on stage,” Jean said as he closed his eyes, keeping himself faced elsewhere, completely wanting to avoid the show of you and Reiner practically dry fucking in the middle of a party. “I thought she had more decency.”

“And you have a right to complain about what she does with her body?” Eren poked as Jean scoffed. “It could have been you if you made a move––”

Turning around, Jean snapped, “I don’t have feelings for her!” Snatching the red cup in Eren’s grip, Jean stormed off as he chugged it, unaware of its contents but not seeming to care as he made his way outside. Marco gave them an apologetic look before turning his focus back to you and Reiner, then forced himself to walk away and follow Jean.

“She’ll regret it in the morning,” Eren said as he turned away with Mikasa, making himself another drink.

Peeking over once more, Mikasa sighed, “probably…”

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, as if it was about to be split open. You didn’t seem to acknowledge your environment right away, instead, you sat up and clutched your forehead as your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you. There was a hint of light seeping from the kitchen appliances. Taking in a deep breath, you pressed your hands against what you had thought to be the couch, only to gasp when you realized it was a person. Blinking a few times, you covered your mouth, seeing a completely knocked out Reiner beneath you, devil horns on his head and face (plus neck) covered in your lipstick marks. “Oh, fuck…” you breathed, looking down and seeing his hands lazily resting on your thighs. You had fallen asleep against him, that much you could tell… you just weren’t sure what the hell you were doing.

Peeking over to see your phone sitting on the couch, you quietly reached over and lifted it up to your line of vision. Dozens of notifications from Mikasa and Sasha, a few from Eren and Armin. Unlocking your phone and reading through, seeing how Sasha and Mikasa both mentioned how they left you be because you were completely knocked out and latched to Reiner––seeing as they were your roommates and normally brought you back to your shared apartment after parties. Yet, here you were… left behind. Not really, they insisted you were too involved with Reiner to even bother tearing you from him .

Eyeing Eren’s three messages of nothing but let me know if you need a ride home , Mikasa is a bit worried that she left you behind , and a if you and Reiner fuck, Armin owes me money! followed by Armin’s please ignore anything Eren says about a bet and I am so sorry!

Sighing, you were about to toss your phone back on the couch as you closed the app, only to freeze. Seeing another app was open, you tapped onto your photo album and saw dozens upon dozens of photos that had you had taken with Reiner… Swiping threw them as your eyes grew wider and wider, embarrassed by the documentation of how much you were all over his body, you were just about to drop your phone only to hear gentle groaning and shifting.

“Shit…” Reiner’s low, disgruntled voice rang in your ears as you slowly looked at him. “Oh… hey…”

“Oh my god,” eyeing him, you nearly slammed your palm into your face and showed him the photos on your phone. “Why didn’t you stop me?!” You squeaked.

“Because… you initiated it and… I wanted to do it, too?” He said in a questioning tone, rubbing his own forehead. “Fuck, I haven’t had that much alcohol in my system since Sasha’s 21st…” Carefully pulling you off of him and settling you down as if you were as light as a feather, he moved towards the kitchen and eventually returned with a pair of water bottles in hand, giving you one before he opened his and chugged it down.

Staring at him, then your phone, then back at him, you shivered. “This was a huge mistake…” you mumbled, causing Reiner to eye you with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “We were both drunk and–– and I was… oh my god,” looking back down at your phone as you noticed there were a few videos of you and him, you covered your mouth. “I was practically humping you like a dog in heat!”

Sighing, he reached for your bottle and removed the cap before handing it back to you. “Drink,” was all he said before getting up to toss his empty bottle into the trash. A part of him expected you to run out with regret, but you sat there, staring at your phone as you took sips from the bottle. “Staring won't make a difference. If you truly regret it… you can act like it never happened…” he lowly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand sat on his hip.

“You won’t,” you said. “You definitely won’t, you’ve wanted this for so long, Reiner.”

Taking in a deep breath, he eyed you, “let me take you home. I know your apartment isn’t too far from here and I’m not going to let you wake Mikasa and Sasha so they can come get you.”

Watching him walk away for a moment, you forced yourself to your feet, a bit wobbly as you clutched your head before following him out as he came back with his keys. From the moment you entered his truck to the moment he parked in front of you apartment building, the two of you sat in silence. Nothing but the hum of his AC, the low beats of his radio playing, and the late night drivers was all that was heard. It was awkward, you sat stiff, staring out the window. You never expected for this to happen or to ever get to this point. You wished you didn’t allow yourself to get os drunk, and you wished you had never done what you did… but it was too late now and you were sure you had Reiner’s hopes up… only to crush them.

“Thanks…” was all you said as you slipped out of his truck, not giving him a single glance. It wasn’t like you were mad at him, you were just embarrassed. Embarrassed by everything that transpired within the last god knows how many hours. All you wanted was to get inside, clean up, and knock out. You would wait till the morning came to accept the bombardment of questions your friends would have...

Reiner watched you go with a small slouch in your back. You were full of regret, that was given… but was it really that bad to have kissed him? Well… to makeout with him? Though it was a blur of a memory, from what he could remember, it wasn’t bad at all. And he was sure, deep down, you felt the same. You must’ve. Why else would you engage? He only had hope that maybe giving you the space and time you needed, things would clear up.

For now, he left the moment you entered the building and hoped for the best.

That following morning you woke to a message from Reiner wishing you were feeling better and that he hopes things aren’t awkward… even if his crush has been beyond apparent for a while now. You smiled and appreciated the effort, glad he wasn’t being an ass about or persistent on whether or not it could happen again. However, you never answered. You said you’d wait a day to reply… and that one day turned into two… then three… and so on. You hadn’t been confronted by the girls––thankfully––but you willingly told them what you wanted to. You knew they were curious and had… pretty much every right to be as they had seen it all happen. A girl who wouldn’t give the guy the time of day for so long, then so willingly making out with him at his Halloween party.

It wasn’t easy to forget, the first few days it sat on the back of your mind, you thinking about what transpired in the middle of class or during rehearsals. On your walks on the campus to your time driving to and from shows…

Two weeks passed and you still hadn’t responded to Reiner. He had messaged you a few times since then, saying he assumes you were better after the hangover, praising you for your performance that happened a few nights after his party. Another message was saying he hopes to hear from you soon and that he’s sorry if he’s bothering you, but he was a bit concerned. You nibbled your bottom lip at the messages, finding yourself rereading them at random times of the day. You still hadn’t answered and you still held off… A piece of you said you just needed time to think but two weeks was plenty of time to go over what happened. You just didn’t want to admit… you were scared of the possibility of what you were feeling… But it was wrong of you to lead him on. Not once had you denied him, neither have you accepted any of his advancements, either. If anything, you felt to be at blame. You did flirt and you did acknowledge his attention… and made out with him.

It didn’t help that two weeks turned into a month and within that time you went from I need to think about it to completely avoiding it and him . You convinced yourself it was because you were busier, classes were a lot and Levi had you and the band rehearsing more often than not due to the higher demand in appearances at shows. However, that was no excuse for your behavior.

And maybe… it was getting to a point where Reiner was losing his patience. Sure, he only messaged you a few times, not wanting to seem like he was harassing you, but there were times he tried approaching you on campus and after shows but you completely dismissed him. Avoided him. Your eyes would meet, he would smile and wave… and you would dip and act like he was invisible. At first, he understood your reaction, you probably were still embarrassed, but after a while, it was getting old and it was driving him insane. How many times did he have to tell you you weren’t a fling, a one night stand he was interested in? He wanted you and only you. And if you really were disturbed by him, or had zero interest, you would have told him to fuck off and move on a long time ago. Not straight up avoid him.

Exiting your afternoon class and finding him leaning against the wall, holding a bouquet of red carnations, you panicked. You learned a thing or two about flower language after growing curious one night. Red carnations were one of the popular ones and you knew what it meant: my heart aches for you. Gulping and staring at him as everyone piled out from the same lecture as you, walking past you from in front and behind, you panicked. Should you run? Should you finally confront him?

The sound of someone calling your name caught your attention as you looked over, seeing Hitch wave at you at the end of the hall. You sighed in relief, peeking over to see Reiner now looking directly at you as he lifted his focus from his phone. Slipping past the crowd as you quickly made your way to Hitch, she looped an arm with you, “are you still avoiding that hunk?” She asked, you went red in the face.

“Wh––”

“Everyone in the group is talking about it,” she shrugged. “Annie told me.”

“She did?” You asked, worried. “What… did she say?” You knew how close Annie was to Reiner, you were sure he said something to her.

“Well, apparently Bertolt told her that he hasn’t been all there during practices and that he has this habit of checking his phone… Annie says it’s because he’s waiting for you to answer him. I asked her how she would know that and she straight up said she snooped through his phone.” Hearing you gasp, Hitch laughed. “You really are avoiding him, huh?”

“I–– No–– I just––”

“Oh, you’ve got it bad then?” She smirked as the two of you stopped walking and stood outside the building. “You’re scared you’ve fallen for the meathead, huh? Or maybe… you’ve always found him cute and developed feelings but refused to act on them because of what everyone says. That you two are opposites and that he just wants to sleep with you and toss you to the curb when he’s done.”

“No, that isn’t––”

“Save it,” Hitch said as she lifted her hand. “What are you scared of?”

Biting your inner lip, you looked down and clutched your grip on the notebook pressed against your chest. “I don’t know… maybe it’s all a lie. Maybe he does want to use me? Or maybe I’m just scared because I have never been with a man like him––”

“Massive?” She snickered as she leaned in, you couldn’t help but blush and nod.

“I mean yeah, he’s huge as fuck and… he’s on the football team. Ugh, I sound like I’m dealing with high school shit,” rubbing your forehead, you sighed. “I guess what I’m saying is I am scared of what this could become.”

“Well, how would you know if you don’t try?” Hitch asked, now grinning. “I don’t know Reiner that well, I’ve spoken to him a few times but not as much as you or Annie. However, I have dealt with plenty of men and… I don’t think any who want to just get in your pants and then act like you don’t exist afterwards would put effort into getting you flowers that have meaning…”

“Annie told you?” You whispered as she nodded. “God… I feel like an idiot. I’ve avoided him for a whole month. I don’t know why he’s still trying, if I were him, I’d be mad and just say fuck her and move on…”

“Doesn’t that say a lot about him?” Hitch tilted her head as you rubbed your face and groaned. “Go back in there and talk to him. Clear things out. You’ll feel so much better.”

Eyeing her as she nodded, your shoulders slumped as you sucked in a deep breath. “Fine…” Turning away from her and walking back inside with a racing heart, your lips curved downward into a frown as Reiner was nowhere to be found. No longer leaning against the wall and nowhere near sight. “I’m too late…”

“Brat,” Levi called out to you as you snapped your focus to him. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been out of it these past few shows. Are you on something?” He glared, studying you. “You know my terms on smoking and drugs especially before shows--“

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing…”

Eyeing you, Mikasa stood from her crouched position as she had placed her guitar into its case. “Levi, I have something to show you,” she said, pulling out her phone to change the topic and get him off your back. You gave her a wordless thank you before you dealt with your own guitar.

It was true, it had been a week since you were going to speak to Reiner and found he was no longer waiting for you. You weren’t being yourself, if anything, you were worse than before when you were avoiding him. You had messaged him, apologizing for the delay and asking if you could meet in person but received no response. You had seen him a few times out on campus and made the effort to reach out… but he was now the one ignoring you. It had gotten to a point he wasn’t even showing up at your shows. You thought, at first, he was busy with homecoming or maybe he was busy with schoolwork… but that never stopped him before and one missed show became multiple. Possibly why tonight when you looked through the crowd while performing, you noticed he wasn’t there.

“Hey…”

Looking up and seeing Eren tower before you as his hands were in the pockets of his black jean jacket, you softly smiled and stood up, “what’s up?”

“Can I talk to you somewhere in private?” He asked and you slowly nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Sure…” Seeing him give you a reassuring smile, he guided you out of the backstage area and towards a door that lead you to the rooftop of the theater. In the distance, you saw lighting strike as an incoming storm was approaching, the winds picking up as both of you came to a stop, sitting on the AC unit. “What’s this about?” You curiously asked.

Sighing, he picked at the threads hanging from one of the holes in his jeans. You knew he did this often when he was deep in thought and had nowhere else to put his focus. “I’m not going to take too long… there’s a storm coming and, well, I don’t sugarcoat shit, so…”

“Okay…” you slowly nod, growing more and more anxious by each passing moment.

“Reiner’s a good friend of mine and I’ve never seen him behave such way,” he started. You had an inkling this was going to be about him . “I mean, you and I know very well what people say about him because, for the most part, he was what they say he is… He hasn’t been like that in so long, not since he developed that crush for you. I know you’ve been avoiding him after that whole fiasco on Halloween. I get it. Hell, if it was me in that situation where Mikasa finally made a move on me, I’d be so happy but then insanely heart broken when she completely avoids my existence––”

“But!”

“Wait,” he lifted a hand. “You’re scared, I get it. I know, you’re one of my best friends. I can read you like a book and I can tell you’re super conflicted after all that shit that happened. He spoke to me recently, told me what happened last week with you and Hitch––”

“I–– I went back inside to look for him but he was gone!” You explained but Eren sighed.

“How long do you think a man can wait for the girl of his dreams? After a while of being tugged along, flirted with and yet no advancements made… it gets old. I know you meant no harm with the flirting, did it because it came naturally and more than likely because you are attracted to him. It happens. But after dry fucking him and then ghosting him, what do you think happens? Not that I’m pointing fingers at anyone, but, after a while… it gets tiring. And I think he reached his limit.”

Swallowing, you turned your worried eyes towards the incoming storm and frowned, “I know… I knew it would happen eventually… though I kind of hoped not. I guess it is my fault, I did this to him. I kissed him first, that’s as much as I can remember from that night. I have evidence… I straight up took photos and videos,” you awkwardly laughed as Eren eyed you. “I haven’t been in a relationship… in so long. My life has become school and the band and I just, I couldn’t see myself being tied to someone when I wouldn’t be able to give them attention like you do to Mikasa or even Armin to Annie––even if they’re not a thing…”

“Yet,” Eren added as you softly smiled.

“But… I just… I spoke to Hitch and she told me to confront him. I tried to, I tried going after him but he was gone. I’ve seen him on campus and now he’s the one avoiding me…” eyeing the nail polish that was cracking and peeling away on your nails, you sighed, “I know I deserve it but I–– I didn’t want it to stop. For him to stop, I was and still am being selfish. I like his attention, I like the feeling of someone wanting me so badly and supporting me even if everyone scrutinizes him for falling for someone potentially out of his grasp… I don’t know, I just… it’s nice and I took advantage and fucked him over.”

Leaning back into the palms of his hands, Eren let out a small breath, “you kinda did––” you frowned at his words, but Eren grinned, “but I don’t think it’s too late…”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Sitting up straight, Eren patted your knee, “well, if you leave right now, you may catch him finishing his game. I know he couldn’t make it because of that… and also because he’s hurting, so…”

Blinking a few times, you eyed him, “he’s on campus?”

“Yeah, the stadium. We’re against some out of state college and I’m positive we’re beating their asses,” Eren nodded. “He’s always watching you perform, maybe you should go see him play for once and surprise him.”

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded. “Yeah… okay…” Leaning over and kissing his cheek, you thanked him. “I should get going then.”

“Yeah,” he said before he stood up and watched you go. “Hey,” he called out as you stopped in your tracks before the door, turning your head to face him. “Do you remember that talk we had years back that pushed me to finally ask Mikasa out?”

Thinking back, you nodded, “yeah… why?”

Smiling, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “see this as my thank you for that. I owed you big time.”

Grinning, you shook your head. “I just helped pull your head out of your ass.” At that, you left his sight.

When was the last time you went to one of these games? You couldn’t remember. Maybe in high school for homecoming? You couldn’t recall ever going to one for the university. You stood feeling out of place, paying for a ticket for a game that was soon to end, getting strange looks from the volunteer within the ticket booth. It was the least of your concern. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you made your way to the seats and took the first spot you could find.

Eren was right, your university’s team was winning but not by much. From what you could tell, it was neck at neck and the crowd was losing their minds as the clock was ticking. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, only knowing a handful things about the sport due to the Super Bowl… but that was that.

Searching the team, you spotted Bertolt and Porco. Eyeing a few others you recognized solely by association––and who you’ve seen at parties––your eyes landed on him .

It felt almost as if he had felt your gaze and only yours, even if he had thousands of people watching him as he was playing. He was in the midst of making a touchdown, inevitably earning the win for his team in this game as nearly everyone in the crowd roared in happiness. As the team rushed up to him and cheered him on, his eyes so happened to land on you. Growing wide eyed at the sight, he looked away and focused on his teammates as they lifted him up on their shoulders.

Sitting longer than you meant to as everyone began to rush out of their seats as the rain began to pour, you watched as Reiner was settled down before the team sprinted towards the interior of the stadium. Eyeing him, you decided it was now or never.

Making your way down the steps and onto the field, you jogged up to him and grabbed his arm before he could join the rest. “Hey, wait,” you spoke up, not seeming to care if either of you were now becoming drenched with the downpour.

“It’s raining––”

“I know but this can’t wait!” You exclaimed as you looked up at him with desperation.

“If this is an apology, I don’t need to hear it, it’s fine,” he said with a straight face, almost unbothered by the rain.

You, on the other hand, kept blinking it away and wiping at your face as your hair stuck to it. “No, please. I––”

“I have to go, it’s traditional that we celebrate after every win,” Reiner spoke as he slipped from your grip, turning away. You froze for a moment, panicking, unsure as to what you should do.

Before you could think, your mouth began to utter words you weren’t even processing. “I was scared! I–– I haven’t been in a relationship in so long and I haven’t let anyone in like that in so long! Especially someone I’m so–– I’m so–– You’re just so different! Unlike anyone I’ve been with before and, I just, you have a reputation. Had one. I was scared for so many reasons before but I saw the effort you put. The flowers, the support, the way you spoke to me and how you never forced yourself on me and––” taking in a deep breath you gulped. “Fuck, I sound so stupid. I’m sorry, I am so sorry! I loved it, I loved the feeling you gave me. I took advantage, I never thought I was! I just–– It felt so good and, shit, when I kissed you I was drunk and I know it wasn’t the brightest idea but it––” rubbing your face, you shook your head. “I don’t know what the hell I’m trying to say or even get at. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now. I just came here without a second thought and I knew I had to do something because––”

“You were scared I wasn’t going to give you the attention you want anymore?” He furrowed his eyebrows, almost in an accusing tone as he eyed you.

“No! No! I––” taking a small step forward as you reached a hand out, you choked on your words, “please… I didn’t mean to sound like I was only using you. I never was. I just enjoyed the flirting, it was fun––”

“That makes it even better,” Reiner rolled his eyes. “You saw it as some little past time while I was madly–– I had feelings for you and you knew it and the moment you make the first move, I am suddenly the bad guy and go ignored as if I was at fault,” he pointed a finger as you shook your head with a gasp.

“No, that’s not it!” You shrieked as lightning struck in the distance.

“Then what the fuck is it?!” He shouted.

“I— I–––” standing there like a deer in headlights, lips parted but nothing coming out, Reiner shook his head and turned once again. Watching him walk away, you bit your tongue and ran towards him, grabbing his wrist and turning him around, using your free hand to grasp the back of his neck and tug him down as your lips crashed against his own.

Reiner hesitated at first, more than ready to push you and tell you off, claim you were going to regret it and avoid him all over again… but you didn’t let him move, you kept him locked in place. You desperately kissed him, grip on his wrist and the back of his neck not wavering. You weren’t giving up, and you knew you weren’t too late when he kissed you back. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth and biting deeper than you expected. A small whimper left you but you welcomed it. Your lips parted as his tongue slipped past and met your own, pressing and gliding along with such hunger. In a matter of seconds, your feet were off the ground as his grip was now on the back of your thighs. With legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripping his broad shoulders, the two of you kissed with such intensity that you had to force yourself to pull away and catch your breath.

Without a word and a soft look in your eyes, Reiner knew. “You could have saved us all this trouble if you were honest with yourself from day one.”

“I know…” you breathed. “I’m sorry…”

“I want to say you’re forgiven, but you put me through hell,” he sighed and you couldn’t help but softly smile, wiping his hair from his forehead as the rain refused to let up.

“Tell me how I can make it up to you,” you softly spoke.

“Hmm… You could come back with me to my place… Porco will be out for the night celebrating and Pieck is out of town visiting her father…” Eyeing you, your smile was enough to have him rushing away from the stadium. He settled you down and took your hand as he went for the locker room. Everyone was huddled together just outside, giving you two time to sneak in through the backdoor as Reiner grabbed his bag.

He had handed you his spare shirt and gym shorts as he grabbed a pair of towels for the two of you to dry off with. Reiner changed into a pair of sweats and tank top that he had sitting at the bottom of his duffle before the two of you made your way out. He whispered an apology for how big his clothes were as you struggled to keep the shorts up, but you waved it off.

Lucky for the two of you, his truck wasn’t too far off from the back entrance of the locker room, you weren’t soaked again but you did get a good amount of drops on you. The two of you panted from the sprinting before slamming the doors shut. You looked over at Reiner who gave you a smile, one you soon mirrored. “I have to thank Eren,” you said, earning a confused look from him. “He basically helped me realize I wasn’t too late.”

“Huh…” He slowly nodded before he inserted his key into the ignition and began the drive to his home. It wasn’t that long, though the weather was a bit of a time delay. As eager as both of you were, you didn’t want him speeding and crashing either.

The moment you made it to his home and rushed inside, the two of you removed your shoes by the front door before he took his duffle bag—and your wet clothes—with him to the laundry room as you stood there and eyed the couch you two were making out on Halloween. Biting your inner cheek, you huffed and looked away. As embarrassing as the thought was… you had to admit, it was worth it in the long run.

Reiner eventually came back and took your hands in his, “wanna continue this there?” He nudged his head towards the couch, causing you to scrunch up your nose and shake your head. Letting out a small chuckle, he brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them one by one before lowering your hands. “I’m glad you’re giving me this chance…”

“And what chance might that be?” You leaned in with a small grin. “I’m not your girlfriend and we haven’t even gone on a date.”

“That’ll change,” he nodded. “Though, not today… it’s storming outside.”

Watching him shrug as you did the same, you then grinned, “tomorrow you’ll take me out then?”

“If you stay till the morning I can take you to breakfast,” Reiner offered.

Silently nodding, Reiner let go of your hands before bringing your face into his hands, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You returned his affections, lips moving carefully against his own, almost calculated. However, before you could even deepen it, Reiner pulled away and took your hand and brought you up the stairs with him, to his bedroom.

Shutting the door behind him, he brought you onto his bed where he sat first. You stood in between his legs as his hands trailed your side while he kept his eyes on yours. You shivered at his touch––and the feeling of your wet hair dripping down your back. The storm was still raging outside, but nothing compared to the feeling in your belly. He so gently brought your hands on his shoulders before he brought his own to the loose waistband around your hips. Untying the drawstrings you had tied a million times to keep in place, you felt the breathable material slip down your legs before stepping out of them. Moving his hands underneath the shirt you wore, he caressed the expanse of your back and settled on your ass, giving it a small squeeze before wrapping his hands over your waist and bringing you closer to him.

You leaned in and closed the gap once again, lips back to softly touching before your hands slid down his chest. You pulled away for a moment as Reiner eyed you, “what is it?”

Biting your inner cheek, you fought a grin as you eyed his tank top, “got milk?”

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, but the moment your small hands pressed against his chest, his eyes grew in size. “Oh… shit…” Looking down and seeing the faded sharpie marker, you laughed.

“I didn’t even notice until now. I’m surprised you kept it,” you said, feeling the hard muscles against your hands.

“It was funny, I’ll admit.” Watching you as you kept your gaze low, Reiner pulled his hands out from underneath your shirt and reached for your wrists. “Plus, you wrote it.” Kissing your palms, he then placed your hands back on his chest before bringing you to straddle him. “You wont freak out when you wake up in a few hours?”

Throwing your head back, you groaned. “Reiner…” Feeling his hand reach for you chin to pull your focus back to him, he awaited your response. “No… I wont.” Leaning in and kissing him, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands along your bare thighs.

“Good,” he muttered against your lips before he shifted positions, settling you beneath him as he left a trail of kisses. He kissed either cheek, then your lips before making his way down the column of your throat. Tugging down the collar of the shirt you were in, he continued along your collar bones before kissing the bit of your chest that was exposed. Reaching underneath you and unhooking your bra, Reiner gently tugged at it, wordlessly ordering you to remove it.

You slid your arms underneath the shit before tugging off the bra straps. Feeling him pull it off of you and tossing it to the side, your arms slid back through the shirt. Your hands went to rest in his hair as he brought his lips back to your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you squirming the moment his tongue made contact. He bit at the skin, not too hard, before sucking and kissing it. A small sound left you as he left another over your left clavicle.

Lifting himself off of you and sitting on his heels, Reiner removed his tank top before tossing it to the side as your heart fluttered. It was enough that your body was on fire from his kisses, but your fingers itches to feel every bit of his skin. Every dip of his hardened muscles begging to be traced. You reached up and trailed your fingertips down his abdomen, feeling the shape of his abs beneath as Reiner watched you. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as your hands wandered, shivering at the sensation of his warm body against your curious hands. He seemed to enjoy it, letting you do as you please.

“You’re so big…” you breathed, earning a smirk from him. Your eyes widened for a moment, “oh, don’t get cocky!”

“You haven’t seen it all yet,” he said as you blushed, almost forgetting just how much he must be carrying. The thought was terrifying, something you had forced yourself not think about… but now? It was inevitable.

“I’ll say… I’m a bit scared,” you confessed.

Shaking his head, he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your fingertips and palm once again. Then, his nose nuzzled your hand before leaving one last kiss on your wrist. “I’ll prepare you.” That only made your cheeks burn brighter, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he settled your hand back on his body before he hovered you again, lifting your shirt enough to expose your underwear. He noticed the wet spot that already formed and bit back a groan of desperation. He lifted your knees and left a path down your thighs, nibbling and swiping his tongue the closer he got to your heat.

Your heart picked up its speed as you watched him. Your hands left his body and found their way clutching onto the hem of his shirt that you still had on your body. “Reiner…” you breathed, almost trembling in anticipation.

He brushed his fingers along your clothed cunt, earning another lewd sound from you before he rubbed against your clit. You squirmed and tightened your grip around the shirt, biting your inner lip as you closed your eyes to collect yourself. It had been so long since you indulged in such pleasures, almost not remembering the last time you were intimate with someone. You were too lost in your clouded thoughts to even notice the material covering you being soaked by his mouth. You snapped out of it the second his tongue pressed against your panties and teased you. His teeth tugged on it, pulling it back before letting it snap into place as you gasped.

A small snicker left Reiner as he reached up and tugged the piece off of your hips in one fluid motion. Your breathing quickened as you felt your sex now completely exposed, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment until you felt his mouth back where it had been. His tongue swiped up your aching cunt, swirling your sensitive nub before repeating the movement. You bit on your thumb as you looked down at him, the way he seemed as if he were eating the finest ice cream. It made your insides twist as your chest heaved. He teased your entrance along the way, savoring the taste of you and the sounds that left your parted lips. Bringing his fingers towards your entrance, your hands flung to the bedsheets.

He started off slowly, gently curling and feeling around with one finger—then two. You took in heavy breaths as he thrusted in and out, at a steady pace, understanding your body and what made you feel good. Then, before you knew it, he was knuckles deep. Pumping them, finding what exactly sent you over the edge. One of your hands reached over to cover your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut, your other tugging on his blond locks as his lips sucked at you clit.

“R— Reiner… I— I—“ you couldn’t speak, eyes squeezing shut once again. You wouldn’t last, you definitely weren’t, not when it had been so long. Not when his fingers were so fucking thick and felt so good. Your knees tried pressing together but he prevented you from doing so, pumping faster, searching for what would send you over the edge. And when he did, you came with a sound only his ears would ever get to listen to. He smiled when he tasted your climax on his tongue, lapping your juices before pulling his fingers out.

A small whine left your lips, desperate and needy to fill the void with his cock. Reiner couldn’t fight the grin off of his lips, sitting up and leaning in to kiss you, letting you savor your own taste before he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He lowered his sweats just enough, your eyes peeking open and an involuntary gasp leaving you at the size of him. The thickness was just enough to terrify you, and your worried eyes were enough to have Reiner kiss at your face. “It’s fine,” he whispered in your ear as you shivered. “You’ll be fine.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. You hoped he was right. As much as you wanted to be ripped in half by him, you didn’t literally want to.

Watching him slip the condom on, he reached for your hips and slotted himself within your legs. “You sure?” He asked as you slowly nodded. “I’ll be gentle unless you ask for more.” You nodded once again.

And then he was pushing into you, slowly.

Your eyes squeezed shut, adjusting to his size as he sunk into you, inch by inch stopping for any sign from you to keep going before he bottomed out. A shaky breath left your lips before you opened your eyes. You nodded, hands gripping his forearms and tapping them, motioning for him to start moving.

He started with slow thrusts, pulling and pushing, just enough to get the rhythm going. Then he pulled and pushed further, picking up his momentum as strangled moans and cries left your lips. Reiner watched you unravel beneath him as he gripped your hips, legs spreading further apart to feel more.

“Faster—“ you choked out. Reiner didn't need you to tell him twice. He picked up his pace, going faster and faster the more you begged for it, until skin was slapping. Until his headboard was banging against his wall. Until your moans turned into cries. Cries turning into chants of his name, begging him to go faster and harder. Faster and faster and faster . You were begging, pleading, eyes welling with desperate tears before he lifted your legs from under your knees and nearly pressed them against your chest, reaching deeper.

“I’m c-- I’m gonna-- Rei--!” Your voice got cut off by your own cry as you chased your high, felt your body trembling and the ache of your incoming release.

Reiner groaned at the way you clenched around him, thrusting faster and faster until you came all over him and milked him from all his worth. He rode it out, hips bucking a few more times before he nearly collapsed against you. A thin layer of sweat covering the two of you as you panted into each other's mouths while trying to share a lazy kiss.

Pulling out and removing the condom, he tied and tossed it into the bin next to his bed before he fell against you. His weight nearly suffocated you, but it felt so good. His body heat, the warmth radiating onto you. You wanted to stay Like this, you didn’t want to leave, never wanted him to get off… but eventually he did. He cleaned either of you before he rested beside you, a hand slipping underneath the shirt that you managed to keep on.

“Tell me you don’t regret it…” he whispered as he gazed at you with hooded eyes. You lied there on your back, still trying to catch your breath and collect yourself.

“I don’t,” you breathed with a smile, turning your head and reaching over to run your fingers over his cheek bone, then down his jaw, over his goatee and soft lips. He kissed your finger before he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. Your legs tangling with his as you nuzzled his chest. In a matter of moments, the two of you were fast asleep.

You woke up aching, a heavy weight on your hips as your eyes peeked open. You gently pushed back, eyeing a sleeping Reiner. Your body shivered as your bodies rested above the sheets. You frowned, sitting up carefully.

“Don’t leave…” he mumbled, you looking over and seeing his eyes open.

Reaching over, you caressed the side of his face, “I’m not… I’m just cold.”

“Oh…” he sighed in relief before sitting up and pulling the sheets from underneath either of you and bringing them over. He kept his arm lifted, waiting for you to curl back into his chest. You did so without hesitation, except this time, you turned so that your back was against his chest. You sighed in content and felt him nuzzle your hair, leaving a small kiss against your shoulder before the two of you fell asleep again.

“Mind telling me if you two are a thing now?” Hitch asked you as the two of you sat at a bench out in the open courtyard. Classes had ended and you were on break, spending the day with Hitch as you went to the mall for a few hours. “It’s been a few weeks since this glow took over you and you’re back to flirting with him out in the open…”

Smiling you nodded. The following morning after your first time together, Reiner took you to breakfast—as promised—and claimed it was your first date. He also said it was the perfect time to ask you to be his girlfriend, though you begged to differ. “Yeah… though we are keeping the PDA to a minimum.”

“For now. I’m sure you two will become like Eren and Mikasa… or worse,” she snickered as you blushed. It wasn’t like you didn’t do anything in public, you did, just not around everyone. It was usually when you two were alone… though, one time, you couldn’t help but ride him in the locker room of the stadium when you were feeling extra turned on by the sight of him training and sweating.

“Who knows,” you shrugged before your phone vibrated. You looked down and saw it was a text from Mikasa in regards to meeting up with the band. “I gotta get going, band things going on.”

“Band things,” the peridot eyed woman laughed. “Is that code for Reiner?”

“No!” You laughed. “Though, he usually is there when he’s got down time, the group doesn’t mind…”

“Poor Armin,” Hitch shook her head. “Annie seriously needs to get in on that.”

Shaking your head, you gave her a hug goodbye before leaving her sight. Your band was in the midst of putting together your official first EP. Reworking old songs, writing new ones, (trying to) narrowing it down to your top five. Reiner was your extra set of ears to help with decisions on what was better or which song was stronger. Eren claimed he was only there just to be with you, teasing the blond about how he was only invited because you couldn’t get enough of his attention. You usually brushed Eren off, even if he was right… sometimes .

Now sitting in the living room of Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you were on the L portion of their living room couch with Reiner resting in between your legs. You spent a few hours discussing and writing more, managing to play a few new songs before calling it a day and deciding to hangout for a bit longer. You were in your own world with Reiner, kissing his cheek and showing him your journal of songs you’ve written, claiming you lost count of how many you’ve filled out as he flipped through it. Eren was in the middle of playing on Armin’s PS5 with him while Mikasa was on the phone with Levi discussing how the band was now down to your top 15 and would work from there.

“So… you’ve got songs about me?” Reiner asked and you scoffed.

“As if—“

“She does,” Eren and Armin spoke in unison as they kept their eyes glued to the screen.

“Okay, maybe a few…” you confessed. “Not all love songs are mine! Some are Mikasa’s about Eren or the reverse… and some are Armin’s!” You exclaimed as Reiner chuckled.

“It’s fine, babe,” he patted your knee. “I love everything you create.”

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his short strands of blond hair before resting your chin on his head and pointed at one of the songs in the journal. “That one is about you,” you confessed. “I wrote it that week you were avoiding me,” you lowly said. Reiner squeezed your knee, as if in an apology, but you dismissed it. “We haven’t performed it.”

“It’s called… I Love You,” he read out and you nodded.

“Because I do,” you softly smiled down at him as he tilted his head back enough to look at you.

His cheeks burned but he grinned, “I love you, too.”

Leaning in, you kissed him as Eren sighed, “is this how you guys feel about me and Mikasa?”

“Pretty much,” you, Reiner and Armin all said in unison before you went back to kissing your boyfriend.

“I guess that’s fair,” Eren sighed, eyeing the two of you before looking back at the TV. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Chuckling, you looked over at your best friend, “thanks.” At that, you looked back down at a grinning Reiner, caressing and tracing his face. “I’m glad I listened.”

#haruno writes;#reiner braun #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x y/n #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x reader #attack titan #shingeki no kyojin reiner #shingeki no kyojin #snk smut #snk x y/n #snk fanfiction #aot smut

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reidslovely · 8 months

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Ok now let us INNNNN on some CEO Peter x reader ! How they meet. What is their dynamic. How they end up together??? Pretty pls pls 🥺🥺

since you said please i guess...

I see them meeting in the lobby of Parker Industries. And because I'm nothing but cliche he's coming on his day off for a client meeting and she's standing in the lobby shuffling through papers obviously lost. He's staring at his Apple Watch and the collide, him sending her towards the floor. He shoots arm out and catches her, staring at her wide eyes as he basically pulls her back to her feet, arm around her stomach as he held her.

"I am so so sorry. I was looking at a message."

"I am so so sorry I was looking at this map and I was.."

They spoke at the same time. Peter's face remained flat but there was a smile in his eyes. He thought she was..gorgeous, he shook his head and cleared his throat.

"You're fine don't worry about it. Can I help you." He pointed at the map of the building in her hands. She nodded looking up at him with big eyes, and handing him the map.

"My mother has a meeting with Mr. Parker over a biotech research for her collarbone damage due to cancer. It's a whole thing, and I'm super late."

"You're in luck because the CEO is also super late to this meeting." Peter chuckled. "Mr. Parker..nice to meet you."

"Oh my god." She says reaching her hand out shaking it. "I'm (y/n) (l/n) nice to meet you...also." she stuttered through her greeting. Peter nodded and handed her map back to her.

"I'll walk with you. Follow me."

I do think that the two have a slight age gap. Peter being around 30-33 and reader being about 25-27. Which makes him kind of skeptical for a bit because Peter's never dated someone younger than him outside of Gwen being a year younger than him and even if it's not by a lot and both are in similar places in life he worries that she'd find him to be old and boring. But she doesn't, she doesn't really pay any mind to the age gap besides teasingly calling him 'old man' here and there in their relationship.

At the start they definitely have a grumpy/sunshine dynamic even if Peter isn't that grumpy he's been out of the dating pool for a few years and he's just kind if skittish which makes him seem grumpy. He's the reason for these big nice parties but he only talks to the people he knows and clients he's built relationships with. She's the one running around greeting people asking if they're having a fun time and he just admires her so much for it. She inspires him and brings him out of his little dark room he's built for himself which helps everyone get to know him a little bit better and see that he's not only a kind person, but also really funny. He's also just so so so soft for her. Peter can be intimidating if needed and he knows how to play that well and when to play it. But whenever she's around he's so soft, it's like all the bad things in his life become muffled. She feels the same about him, she thinks he's the smartest man in the world. She knows he is, and doesn't hesitate to remind him when he is forgetting that himself. As their relationship progresses for Peter he feels like he got a second chance at love, and she feels like she's really fallen in love for the first time.

They start dating pretty quickly actually for Peter being so skittish, Harry gave him a jump in headfirst speech that urged him into asking her to be his girlfriend. And when he did it he felt like that nerdy high school boy again, but when she said yes he knew he made the right decision.

They go on the nicest vacations, he definitely wants to see the world with her. But he also loves just being in their Forest Hills home having domestic moments. He likes the way she'll come into his office while he's working and sit on his lap playing with his hair. His goal is just to spoil his girl, any thing she wants he'd give it to her no matter the cost. If she asked him tomorrow to give up everything and just disappear with her he'd do it, and she'd do it for him.

He also totally gives her a job at Parker Industries let's be real. All she wanted to do was be his assistant/receptionist, and when the spot opened he immediately offered it to her because no one better could keep up with him. And honestly..it's true.

I don't know there is a lot about them, she's gonna need a cute nickname though. I'll get back to y'all on that.

have a ceo!peter coded photo:

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yumjunniie · 2 years

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“can you teach me” | jaeyun sim pt 2

synopsis; virgin!afab!reader wants to try to learn abt sex and always wondered what it feels like so she convinces her best friend! jake as to why he should help her.

warnings; smut (mdni), oral (f rec),fingering, marking??, making out,name calling [princess, good girl,babe, baby], first time p in v sex, pull out game is strong but pls wrap it up. very fluffy :)

a/n; here’s pt 2 bc some ppl definitely wanted a pt 2, so here u guys go!! thank u for all the nice comments on the first part!! love yall <3 this is also kinda short 😭 so i’m v sorry for that

it’s been a week since your hot session w/ jake. nothing’s different, but nothing’s the same either. jake doesn’t come over as often. he doesn’t bring take out often. he doesn’t sleepover anymore. you wonder if you broke your friendship just because you were curious. you had to talk to him.

y/n: hey jake can we talk?

yun♡: what’s up?

y/n: i’m sorry for ruining what we had before because of my curiosity.

yun♡: i’m coming over.

okay, that’s not what you expected. you’ve waited for like 15 minutes before he arrived. you seriously don’t know why you were so nervous. literally a minute passes by and he enters your door w/ boba ofc. the awkward silence in the air while your sipping your tea is really bothering you, the both of you.

“listen, i was thinking about that night ..” jake started. ahh that night went into the morning for you to wake up on the couch with jake no where to be find. you quite upset, but you couldn’t ask why did he leave. it’s very obvious why. somethings changed abt jake. “i’m sorry i left first thing in the morning, that was incredibly rude but i couldn’t stay there and pretend that doing things w/ you as friends is ok, y/n i have feelings for you, i like you a lot” he confessed. “you’re curiosity didn’t ruin anything, i just like you and i don’t know if you’d like me back.” you’ve never really realized how jake was the man for you.

he was always spoiling you, hanging out with you, giving you advice, helping you, and very respectful towards you. why did it take that one night for you to realize. you didn’t really think before taking his face into your hands and placing a kiss on his lips. “i think i like you too” you smile. jake smiled back at you, taking your face back into his hands, and kissing you harder. 20 minutes of just passionately kissing on the couch— jake pulls away. “i wanna take you out on a date as my girlfriend.” “i would love to” you smile as you pull him closer to kiss him again and again. intense breathing, humid air, swollen lips— all happening just at the corner of your bed. he shifts you to lay down in your bed, moving you upwards towards your pillows, continuing the passionate kissing.

“too hot” you groan releasing your lips from his. removing your shirt then his. his lips moving lower and lower to your clothed pussy, you felt a soft kitty lick through your white cotton panties. whimpering at the action, your pussy throbbing, desperately waiting for more. him removing your sweats in a fast pace makes it clear enough to you that he wants to eat you out more than anything. he has dreamed of it. he’s not even ashamed to say he jerked off to the thought of tasting your sweetness. watching him discard your panties off you just from his teeth and throwing them somewhere around the room made you moan out loud. “did you like that princess?” he asked as he quirked you his eyebrow as you bit onto the bottom of your lip, eyebrows furrowed, and nodding yes. god you love it. the sounds of him devouring you, to the way his tongue moves, you couldn’t get enough. “so good” “yeah you feel good baby? you taste so fucking good princess.”

the pleasure of him eating you out while he puts in a finger is something you never thought you’d feel, he’s so adroit. he knows how to please you. he loves to please you. every salacious moan, pant, grunt, and whimper you make sends shock waves to his dick. it’s quite obsessive. he knew that any guy you would ever think abt giving your virginity wouldn’t even be able to make you shake like he does, he out those feelings down bc he didn’t want to be rejected and take away the friendship you have. “yun my stomach feels weird” you pant. he removes his fingers and lifts his face. “why’d you stop?” he gives no answer as he takes off his trousers and boxers. coming back to face you, giving you a kiss. “are you ready babe?” you nod.

he slowly puts it in, waiting for you cue to let him know he can move. you tap on his shoulder while looking him in the eyes. “you can move yun” you smile softly before kissing his lips. one thrust after another, he hit the exact spot each time. watching you scream out his name, your breasts bounce as he makes love to you, and how your legs wrap around his hips— pushing him deeper into you. that tight feeling in your stomach coming back. jake latches his lips on your neck again, suckling onto your skin. you wrap your arms around his neck. “pls i feel it again yun” you whisper into his. “i feel it too, be a good girl and let go for me.” that just sent shock waves to your pussy. your knees felt weak and your lower body was limp as jake kept going for a little longer, pulling out of you before cumming on your stomach. your eyes fell heavy before watching jake leave the leave and coming to back with a damp rag, nude. “yun put some pants on” you laugh out. “i will once i get snuggled up with my princess” he says after he throws his boxers on, one of the multiple pairs he leaves behind sometimes bc you have a “better scented” detergent. “let’s sleep and then when we wake up, we’ll plan our date” jake smiled widely, kissing you again as you nod and fall asleep. jake watches you bit before crashing.

a/n: sorry this took a lot longer then it should’ve. i got a new phone and i’m packing up for uni and leaving soon with a bunch of assessments. i deeply apologize for this being late but i hope you guys enjoy!! i also apologize again for this being short. 😭 ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 400+ FOLLOWERS AND 1,000+ NOTES ON THE FIRST PART ILY!!!

©yumjunniie | do not copy or plagiarize my work

#enhypen smut #sim jaeyun smut #sim jake smut #jake smut

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monstrouslyobsessed · 7 months

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some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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hello!! i love your 'a family of three' fic it was so soft 🥺 could i maybe get an ed/stede/reader romantic fic this time? maybe just something where they get to spend the morning in bed, cuddling, with lots of fluff? 👉👈 gender-neutral reader, if you don't mind 💕 thank you!!

Ok this is so sweet and everything I've ever wanted to write, Thank you for the request!!❤️

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Fluff, all the fluff

pronouns: Gender-neutral

Tw: nothing

Enjoy!!

Life's Finest Moments

Satin sheets curled under your hands as a yawn escaped you, You could feel the movement of your two lovers as they too awoke.

“Ah, good morning darlings.” Stede greeted the two as he stretched.

You smiled at him, while Ed just grunted, guessing by the light streaming in from the windows you believed for it to still be early mornin.

As Stede began to stand up, you grabbed his wrist, “Ohh Stede! There's still enough time for some cuddling, don’t you think?” You blinked up at him.

“Hmm, yes I quite agree with them, Come back to bed Stede.”

Stede rolled his eyes fondly, but nonetheless got back into bed.

Legs intertwined, soft touches, and hushed whispers eventually sent you back into sleep, you have never felt so loved.

“Y/n, Y/n…hey mate, Stede says it’s time for breakfast.” Ed gave you a smile as you opened your eyes for the second time that morning.

The breakfast table was adorned with jams and pastries, thanks to Roach.

“Ah, someone decided to wake up finally, hm?” Stede smiled as you approached the table.

“Not my fault I fell asleep, you two are so warm!”

You all started to eat breakfast, Ed and Stede discussed what today would bring for them as you sipped on some of Stede’s famous tea, he really did make a damn good tea.

“Captains! Are we ready to start the day off or-?” Lucius entered the room as he scribbled into his book.

“Ah- Give us a minute, yeah? I think this’ll be a late day for us.” Ed responded.

Lucius gave a sigh, knowing this would be a lazy day, not only for the captains but also for the crew.

“Alright my lovelies, what should we do today?” You got up from the table as the last of the dishes were taken away.

“Well I’m going to do some light reading, would you two like to join me?”

Both nodded towards Stede as they all walked towards his library.

Ed and Y/n snuggled into the couch as Stede looked through his books.

“Yes, here we are! A classic!” Stede pulled out a thick book.

He sat next to his loves,and opened the book.

“Two households, both alike in dignity

(In fair Verona, where we lay our scene),

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows”

Ah yes, You had heard those words many times before, Romeo and Juliet.

Edward hummed a tune as Stede animatedly exclaimed through Romeo and Juliet, Even going as far as to play out the scenes by himself as You and Ed laughed along with his antics.

Lazy days were the best type of days in your opinion, especially if it meant you got to spend them with stede and Ed.

Want me to write something? send a request!

Check out more of my works, you can find them all on my pinned masterlist!

I also have an ArchiveOfOurOwn: JanusAndHyde

also! Yes, That is actually from the prologue of Romeo and Juliet so...Not mine don't sue me pls and thank you

#ofmd x reader #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd #our flag means death #fluff #readers cup of tea #edward teach #taika waititi #our flag means gay #stede x ed #stede bonnet #edward teach x stede bonnet #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #ed x reader x stede #x reader #oneshot

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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Aww I’m so glad u love my thoughts💕💕 I always get scared and overthink a lot about how these can tire u :’)

BUT I HAVE ANOTHER ONE TO SHARE WITH U!!!

OK SO. My mom brought back some strawberries today and they just keep tempting me to bake anything and everything😩 so I was thinking, imagine how cute it’d be when stepdad Leon this time (wink wonk) just walks down from his room to the kitchen one day and sees his sweet baby baking smth❤️😭 MY HEART I SWEAR. Usually stepdad Leon is so teasing and smug towards her but now? Now he feels like he’s literally melting on the inside from how pure and cute she looks in her little apron🥹 Let’s say for example she’s making some strawberry shortcake cuz she’s craving some, and her back is facing Leon, whisking away some whipped cream while the cake is baking in the oven. She’s humming a tune and gently swaying her body to it, generally having a good time and being oblivious to her stepdad standing at the entrance behind her.

Now usually, seeing her in that cute apron would make him go wild but during this moment, he prob lowkey wishes he married her instead- LIKE SIR CALM DOWN PLS. He can’t help it tho, she just looks so sweet and loving and motherly and cute and UGH, he wants to keep her aalllll to himself :( after standing there and admiring her for a while, Leon walks towards her and just wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close to him and gives small kisses on her neck and shoulders IM-

“Whatcha making sweetheart?”

She’s just standing there like🧍‍♀️ CUZ SHE GOT SO FLUSTERED AHDJFK and and she’s like

“Just some…strawberry shortcake ‘s all..” her face is def 101% red. His grin grows wider at her timid voice, thinking how she’s so cute and small next to him😻

“Hmm, ‘s there some for me too?” BITCH⁉️⁉️ the audacity of this man but it’s okay cuz he’s hot and very daddy so. The entire time he’d def try to distract her on purpose lmao😭

Anyways that’s all for now, I may or may not have some more. Maybe some spicy ones?😈😈

Trust me, I love hearing them!! 💜 💜 but I totally get the nervousness. You guys are so nice to me and enjoy my writing and like it’s just really blowing my mind 😭 😭

Can I just say I love strawberries, literally the best fruit 😝

No but I love that!! The cute apron!! 😭 and of course gotta have the cliche of having flour on her face so he can brush it off 🥰

He’s acting so sweet towards her and it’s making her a million times more flustered 😫 he keeps stealing bites of strawberries or trying to feed them to her and kiss the taste out of her mouth 😌

Please send me all of the thoughts!!! Especially spicy ones 👀 👀 🤭

#ask box #lipglossanswers #lipglossanon #stepdad!leon kennedy

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3terna15unshin3 · 11 months

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Then Because She Goes

Beautiful, please don’t cry, I love you

★ Chapter 3 of 15, 5727 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: alcohol consumption

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7 September, 2018

trumanblack: Agreed but also why does it control my entire life

trumanblack: I liked it tbh the simplicity of the writing was very charming and I liked its views on adhering to social pressure and blah blah blah

trumanblack: But towards the end Keiko drove me up the wall honestly she started getting sooo unlikeable and I was like Im running out of empathy

este.manansala: Omg especially in LA. That place is a fever dream

este.manansala: I’m glad u liked it at least a little bit !!!

este.manansala: That’s interesting tho bc I am a firm believer that a main character doesn’t need to be likeable to be a good character

trumanblack: No fr that’s why when I’m here I feel like I have to actively resist the gravity of every single LA resident turning me into the same caricature of a human that they all are

trumanblack: Hmmm I guess

trumanblack: But sometimes I feel like reading is inherently like a self-inserting practice even in third person perspectives so I can’t help but disconnect when I don’t fuck with the main girl u know

este.manansala: Yeah no I get it

este. manansala: I feel like a lot of female characters are deemed unlikeable for the same reasons male ones are sympathised with

Este pressed ‘send’ on the message as she thought back to her conversation earlier, with the customer looking for classics. She definitely used Matty's point about likeable characters to sell Emma, and completely understood where he was coming from; but she wanted to give him a hard time. She felt inclined to be playful and make him laugh, for some reason.

trumanblack: Ok damn

trumanblack: You’re right

este.manansala: I know :)

trumanblack: I’m part of the problem arent I

este.manansala: Probably but I’ll let you off the hook x

este.manansala: Are u gonna give me a book of essays to read now??

trumanblack: Wait I actually will

trumanblack: I read this collection called You Are Here: Art After the Internet by Omar Kholeif bc I saw someone on the train reading it and it was so good

trumanblack: I named the new album after one of the essays in it lolll

este.manansala: It seems very meta to be telling me to read that over instagram dms

este.manansala: I’ll try and pick it up tho!

este.manansala: Busy in LA?

trumanblack: It is meta that’s why you should read it

trumanblack: And yeah we need to have the final masters submitted for in 2 days so it’s go time

trumanblack: Just living in the studio pretty much

este.manansala: What are u doing messaging me in the middle of the day then like get back to it

trumanblack: Fuck off I’m eating lunch rn

trumanblack: What were you doing not responding to my message for weeks then????

este.manansala: … soz

este.manansala: Honestly never check my dms so i didn’t see it

este.manansala: Until I went to message you about Love It If We Made It bc it’s my favourite song of the year so far

este.manansala: Like actually

trumanblack: Este don’t say that if you don’t mean it :(

este.manansala: I’m being serious

este.manansala: I fully wrote paragraph about how much I like it and was about to send it your way and then I saw u messaged me first

trumanblack: That means so much. Really

trumanblack: Thank you x

trumanblack: But also u can’t just admit that and then not show me the paragraph. Like send it over pls

este.manansala: Yeah no way lol

este.manansala: Must keep the mystery alive somehow

Este finally looked away, for now. Her lower back was sore from sitting on their hard wooden chairs for a little too long, so she decided that it was a good time to get ready for bed. But, before she could, a buzz of excitement scraped goosebumps into her skin as Cate’s keys jangled in the door, eager to fill her in.

“Hey!” screamed Cate from the hallway, still out of sight from Este. The project for her biggest client of the year had just begun, so her hours became a bit unpredictable and she often arrived home late.

They caught each other up on how their days went, Este glad to hear that work was going well and Cate being particularly excited that Matty had reached out and taken a liking to her.

“It really isn’t anything crazy, we’re just talking about books and stuff,” Este tried, although a small flutter in her heart knew she was lying and that she ultimately was excited to even reveal it to Cate. “He’s just a cool guy. Really smart and friendly.”

Cate’s eyebrows raised, unconvinced. She dropped her coat into her room before reentering the main area to start the kettle. “Is he just a ‘cool’ guy or is he a ‘hot tumblr singer in a band who slid into your DMs’ guy?”

Este cringed at her wording and threw the mushroom sitting on her plate from dinner at Cate playfully. She dodged it in disgust.

“Just a guy, Cate. And he didn’t ‘slide into my DMs’, I just gave him a book recommendation and he told me what he thought of it,” Este argued.

“Whatever you say, babe,” she entertained. “It is kind of hot that he reads, though.”

They laughed as Este agreed, and they both headed off to bed.

✴ 18 November, 2018

To Este’s surprise, she and Matty continued to casually chat. It was mainly book talk; their personal lives only coming up occasionally. Neither of them expected responses to be consistent, especially with the busy pre-album schedule of Matty, who was now back in London. His work was also a reason why they hadn’t gotten through many books, him taking much longer to pick up anything Este shared, but the conversations were thoughtful and worth coming back to.

It was a struggle to find any titles Matty mentioned because of how obscure they were. Can this guy get any more pretentious? Este thought as she furiously searched for a copy of You Are Here: Art After the Internet online when they first messaged each other. Still, over a month later, she couldn’t track one down—not even on eBay. Matty thought he’d never hear the end of her complaints.

The chill November breeze came through Greenhouse quite frequently during Este’s Sunday shift. A mild autumn day with crunchy leaves scraping against the pavement seemed to always be busy for the book shop. The weather and aesthetic was perfect for the activity, leaving the store with a more frequent customer count while Este was busy dealing with an angry woman over the phone (the post lost the copy of Sapiens they’d ordered for her). It ate up all of her energy and left her on edge for the rest of her shift. So, when she felt a buzz coming from her phone and saw what the notification read, panic ran through her veins.

[este.manansala] trumanblack: Are u working today

Este’s eyes widened as she registered what the message most likely meant. There was no context, no ‘hello’ to preface, no warning—but in her gut, she knew. Matty is in town.

The frazzled state she was in only got worse as her mind thought of every awkward experience she’d ever lived and convinced her that seeing him again would out do them all. Using the term ‘self-destructive’ to describe her mindset was an understatement. Este couldn’t figure out what made her so anxious about facing Matty.

Thinking deeper about it, as she couldn’t distract herself this time around (despite the handful of customers she’d checked out since seeing his message), Este realised the nerves’ origin. He wasn’t just Matty like he was last time stepping foot in the shop—he was Matty Healy.

She tried not to let that change things, but it did. It brought on a certain reluctivity within Este’s messages. Never completely committing to being 100% herself when speaking to him—she defaulted to her ‘casual cool girl’ persona that she usually stored in her pocket to pull out in times of need.

She was scared that it would reach a point where it meant more to her than it did him. His face was on billboards that greeted Este on her way into work every day. The singles leading up to his album were at the top of the UK charts. Este couldn’t let their collection of DMs and developing friendship be an exciting thing in her life when it was, without a doubt, miniscule in his.

The longer she spiralled about it, the longer Este put off replying to his message, only getting to it a couple of hours before she had to close the shop.

este.manansala: Yea what’s up

She couldn’t think of anything else to say, so the three word response would have to do. Maybe it’s too late for him to stop by, she secretly hoped, loosening up her worries and busying herself with work once more.

After Este witnessed multiple customers sneeze near their poetry bay, a Swiffer duster insert found itself in her hand as she wiped away the thin layer of grey gunk atop the shelf. She hummed to herself as she dusted, not even realising that the melody she conjured up was the tune to one of Matty’s songs.

It was dark now, thirty minutes until close, and nobody had come in for around an hour. The crazy day was thankfully coming to a close; Este’s anxieties subsided after assuming that what she had endured would be it for the night. But, she assumed too soon.

The small, new wind chime Sam hung from the door just a few days prior made its twinkly exclamation.

“It’s not too late to come in, is it?”

Este turned to see Matty. It was actually him.

She smiled and wormed her way around the maze of bookshelves between them. “For you, yeah. Get out.”

Their eyes finally found each other and Matty spread his arms out, offering a hug. Este accepted and wrapped her own around him, just above his shoulders, as she felt his drop to her waist respectfully. He isn’t very tall, thought Este. And he smells good.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Matty sarcastically responded. “How’ve you been?”

They stood face to face in the open area by the front of the store.

“Good.” She nodded. “Same old, same old, really. I don’t have a massive album to release in two weeks or anything.”

He laughed quietly, taking off into the shelves. His steps were slow and calculated to sustain his attention to their conversation but his eyes scanned the book titles. “I guess that’s what I’ve got in the works,” he admitted. “It doesn’t feel like it’s that soon, though. I don’t think I’ve accepted the fact that it’ll just be out for people to hear,” he explained, pausing his movements for a second to pull a book off the bay and study the back cover.

“That one’s shitty. Read it last year.”

Matty raised his eyebrows at Este and placed the book where it belonged, in defeat. The trench coat she first saw him in was hanging off his body lazily. The tie-belt skipped one of the loops behind his back, and one side of it dragged drastically lower than the other along the floor. The coat’s square pockets were full and sagging.

Este followed his path as they continued through the shop, Matty repeatedly grabbing books to beg her blunt opinions. Every one he chose so far resulted in it returning to its place on the shelf within seconds of escaping. She knew the place like the back of her hand.

“What are you doing in Manchester, anyway?” she wondered.

Matty stopped and turned to her, flipping through another novel, this time satisfied with what he found. Shrugging casually, he responded, “Visiting a mate for his birthday, dinner and drinks at Head of Steam. Thought it would be more fun but it was sort of a drag, to be honest,” he complained. “Too much dinner and not enough drinks.”

“I was just about to ask, what sort of dinner and drinks end before,” she clicked open her phone to check the time. “…7:36pm.”

They both laughed and Matty shook his head. “Yup, that just about describes how exciting the event was.”

The book in his hands happened to be another Este had read, this time one she was fond of. “You should read that one,” she commented. “It’s new. Not sure how we managed to stock a used one already. I think you’d really like it.”

Matty continued flipping through it, stopping a couple of times to focus on certain pages, without saying anything. Suddenly, he sank down to the floor and sat comfortably, leaning his back against the shelf behind him. His legs were outstretched in front of him, straight, his feet almost touching the shelf opposite because of the cramped nature of the shop.

“Care to join me?”

He patted the patch of carpet next to him, and Este obliged. She sat on the floor next to his feet, laying her legs out like his were, and faced him as he studied the novel. Her phone lit up with the reminder she always set when working, making her aware that it was five short minutes until close. Usually, Este would take this time to ensure the shop was tidy for Sam to be greeted with the next morning, close up the register and deal with the float inside it. But, none of that crossed her mind with Matty sitting opposite her.

“On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous,” Matty read. “What an interesting title.”

Este couldn’t stand that he was opening the novel to random pages and reading content without the important context, so she jokingly reached forward, laying her hands beneath his and forcing the book shut for him.

“You know books are meant to be read from the beginning, Matty.” She left them there for a second before pulling them away, Matty following her instructions and setting the book down in his lap.

“I always skip to random parts in books before I read them. Lets me know what I’ll be getting into,” he defended.

“That’s blasphemous to me. Especially with that book, because Vuong, the author, is a poet as well. Every sentence feels meaningfully placed,” she rambled.

“Wouldn’t that also mean that they stand well on their own? If every line is like poetry?”

“I guess, but that’s not the point. The context holds the weight of his words. When I read it, at least, I’d come across something that felt really powerful. And I’d just think, wow. That’s the point he was leading up to. That was the whole purpose of the pages of words beforehand. But then, I would read the following line, and suddenly that became the purpose. And it just never stopped metamorphosing, like he carried me through the book in the same way he made the revelations himself.”

He looked at her with fondness as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. Matty could see the passion on her face and smiled in response. “You sold me. If you talk about all books like that, I understand why you sell them for a living,” he complimented.

Este leaned forward and pretended to bow. “My work here is done,” she joked. Her job being brought up prompted her to check the time again, seeing 8:02PM looking back at her from the screen. “Shit, it actually is. I have to close the shop.”

“Oh, sorry—”

“Don’t worry. I stay late all the time, just have to lock the door and flip the sign,” Este started, without thinking, as she got up from her spot on the floor to walk to the front. “That’s if you want to stay. You don’t have to, if you have somewhere to be, or if its weird to be locked in a bookshop on a Sunday night or something,”

“I’d love to stay.”

✴

She only kept two lamps on and then sat back down on the floor, not wanting Greenhouse to look too welcoming and inspire people to try and come in. The door was bolted shut, and On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous hadn’t left Matty’s grasp. Este wasn’t sure why she hadn’t offered him to sit at the table in the back room, but something felt natural about wedging themselves between the shelves. The carpeted floor was comfortable.

“I’m actually going to buy this from you, buy the way,” he clarified. His right foot was crossed over his left and slightly grazed Este’s left arm that fell next to her body.

“I’m not taking any money from you, Matty.”

“So I’ll just make you keep the shop open late and then steal an item from you?” he protested.

“I borrow books all the time, Sam doesn’t care. I’ll just tell him I let a friend borrow it.” She was being serious.

Matty accepted her offer, and thought about the item he brought in his pocket, debating on whether it was appropriate to even bring it out. It was oddly personal and he found himself doubting his idea, even though he didn’t think twice about it when leaving his flat earlier that morning.

“I can return the favour, then.” He pulled out his copy of You Are Here: Art After The Internet. The pages were yellowed and there were blue tabs messily sticking out of the side of it. Este realised what it was, shocked to learn that Matty was lending her his copy. “So you can stop complaining about not being able to find one.” He took Este’s hands that were resting in her lap, unravelled them to put the book in, and closed them back up to force her to hold it.

They made eye contact for a couple of seconds. Matty had never noticed how dark and straight her eyelashes were. They framed her eyes well.

“For me?”

Matty nodded.

Este fanned through the pages with her thumb, seeing every page for a split second. She noticed pen marks accompanying the printed text and wondered what each blue tab stood for.

“I see you’re the annotating type.”

“It’s cathartic,” he replied shortly. “Please don’t judge what I wrote, though. If you read anything stupid, just assume I was high, or something.”

To her, it felt like he was lending her his diary. She couldn’t imagine letting someone into the thoughts she had while reading a book, let alone the impulsive and quickly crafted ones worthy enough to be scribbled into the margins. It was an intimate act.

“This is really sweet of you,” she vocalised. “Now I feel like I owe you my copy of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous instead of letting you borrow the shop’s.”

He raised his eyebrows in interest. “So you’re an annotator too?”

Este nodded and smiled. “I marked it up quite a bit, actually. It’s not here, though. It’s back at my flat.”

“Well, do you live far?”

✴

She rushed through her closing duties as Matty browsed some more. Her arms slipped into her fleece-lined denim jacket and her mind raced, trying to fathom the fact that he was about to be in her car (and later, her flat). As much as things had been easy and flowing naturally until now, the dilemma she considered earlier in the day still haunted her.

He was panicking almost as equally as Este. Suggesting they should go back to hers was a chaotically forward thing to do, and Matty instantly feared it would come off wrong. They both weren’t sure why they agreed, but did anyway. It felt wrong to end the night there.

Eventually, they were walking down the street together to get to her black Honda Accord that had gone far too long without a wash. Their conversation remained sweet and light, finally gracing the basics of getting to know each other.

“I went to school in Wilmslow, though. That's where I met the guys and when we formed the band,” he explained.

“This whole time I thought you grew up in the city.” She acted shocked. “You call Manchester your hometown. Liar.”

Este clicked the button on her car key and the headlights on her car flashed. Matty went around to the driver’s side to open her door for her, flashing her a smile. She smiled back. Chivalrous, she thought.

“I moved a couple times. I don’t know what my hometown is, really, I give a different answer every time—but it feels like home here. I just say I’m from the North of England. Wilmslow, Cheshire, Macclesfield, Manchester. Whatever,” Matty said, securing his seat belt and tucking the strap underneath his arm. “You grew up here, yeah?”

Her finger tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear as she carefully pulled into the road, before responding. “After I moved, yeah. On my seventh birthday I spent the whole day on a flight over to London from the Philippines. But I only lived in London for a couple of months before me and my mum and dad moved to Manchester.”

They drove in the dark, Matty asking her more questions about life in the Philippines and what it was like to move over. Este brought up her grandmother and how she and her husband stayed in London after finding a nursing job she didn't want to say no to. “My nan was my best friend growing up, so that was probably the only thing I didn’t like about Manchester when I came over. That she didn’t come along.”

Matty shoved his cold hands further into his pockets. “Speaking of your nan, actually,” he started. “On the plane to LA in August I was so bored out of my mind that I started organising the files on my computer. Then I found this picture.” He opened his phone, clicking on his iCloud files and scrolling through to find the photo.

Este interrupted before he could. “You can’t just say ‘Speaking of your nan…’ and then furiously search through your phone without explaining further!” she impatiently exclaimed, both of them erupting into laughter after realising how creepy it seemed.

“I swear, it’s not weird! Let me find what I’m looking for and then you’ll get it,” he defended.

It finally came up, and Matty held up his screen to show her. Este was in the middle of turning down her street, so it took a couple of seconds before she could break her attention to the road, but then eventually she studied the relic.

“Oh my god! That’s Lola!”

She was shocked. They both found it hilarious that Florencia and Matty had met before, a picture proving it.

“She was the best, honestly. Made the hospital way less of a horrifying place to be,” he gushed. “You should tell her, next time you see her. If she remembers me. Then maybe she can replace that horrid memory of me thinking her name was Lola with the fact that she nursed me back to health after getting my gallbladder removed.”

“She remembers you, for sure. I think she likes you more than I do, to be quite honest, so she’ll be excited to hear that you two go further back,” she joked.

Matty threw her an offended ‘Hey!’ in response.

They pulled into her flat’s parking spaces and Este took note of Cate’s car being absent from the spot beside her’s. A small wave of relief hit. No awkward flatmate introductions. A silence fell over them as they exited her car into the evening chill. Este didn’t have to ask if he wanted to follow her up, since he began doing so anyway. It was only 8:30, but time ticked slowly.

After getting through a couple of locked doors in the lobby, they comfortably entered the elevator, and Este pressed on the button with the 4 on it. The two stood next to each other and turned to face the doors, their shoulders brushing innocently.

“You know, we’re painfully pretentious for coming all the way here just so I could read your specific copy of that book. I literally already had one in my hands,” Matty pointed out.

A ding rang in the air as they passed the first floor.

“I know.” Este smiled. “I think that’s just who we are, though. You, a little more than me, but still.”

Another ding. Second floor.

“"I think we’re equally pretentious, but—” said Matty, but she cut him off by silently holding up the copy of You Are Here in her hands, proving her point. He flipped her off.

The forth ding was heard before the doors opened back up, Este exiting and letting Matty follow her. She was nervous for him to see her and Cate’s relatively small flat, but was glad that at least they kept it tidy; and, with time, found an appropriate position for the couch. They hadn’t said anything since reaching her floor, but not in a bad way.

She swung the door open, welcoming Matty inside. Walking past the kitchen and into the living area, he studied every detail of the space. He liked the small ceramic rabbits that were scattered through their very full plant stand, with greenery sticking out in every direction, and how each of them had a different expression. The prints hanging on the walls felt aged and added character to their maximally styled room. Matty assumed each piece had its own story.

Este hesitantly asked the question that had been tickling at her tongue the entire walk up to the flat as she removed her jacket and threw it onto the dining room table.

“Have time to stick around for a brew?”

He was hoping she’d ask him to stay. “Course,” agreed Matty. “You know, this is exactly what I expected your place to look like.” He copied her and removed his coat, setting it down on the couch and then taking a seat next to it.

She made her way back to the kitchen to start the kettle. “Really? Why?”

“Dunno. Really artsy and charming with tons of little trinkets. Endless amounts of things to look at—books and plants, just like the shop.”

Which mugs should I use? Este thought, opening the cupboard. Which mug of mine is the coolest? Has an interesting backstory? She shook her head to herself, embarrassed to be internally worrying about choosing a mug.

“Thank you. I think I’m just a hoarder, so the minute I find something cool I just stick it on a shelf either out here or in my room and then I’m bonded to it for life. My flatmate, Cate, is the same way so it’s twice as bad.”

Even after realising how stupid it was to care about what mug to give Matty, she still tried to pick her coolest one. It was a plain white ceramic mug that was sculpted to look like a slightly crumpled red Solo cup but with a handle. Este thought Matty would either love it or hate it, and wanted to find out which it would be; as if the answer would be revealing of his spirit, or something.

“Milk or sugar?” she asked, looking up to make eye contact with him for the first time in a couple of minutes.

Matty was already gazing at her, watching her potter around the kitchen. A blush spread over Este's cheeks after she noticed. “Just a dash of milk, please,” he told her, standing up to walk over to their kitchen island and lean against it. “I’m kind of the opposite of a hoarder. I own like three things in total.”

The kettle started whistling, signalling her to pick it up and pour their cups. “That doesn’t at all surprise me, Matty,” Este claimed while opening up the fridge to grab the milk. In it, she saw the case of Heineken she and Cate had bought last week. She cringed. “I’m also just now realising that I have beer in the fridge and it was really lame of me to offer you tea.”

Pouring the milk anyway, Este pushed Matty’s cup towards him.

He muttered a quick ‘thanks’ before taking a careful sip. “I mean, in a mug like this,” he pointed playfully at the eccentric Solo cup pottery. “Totally not lame.”

Este could hear the sarcasm in his voice, so she reached up and shoved his shoulder with her palm. “Hey, that’s like my best thrift find of all time. It’s edgy. The perfect combination of classic and modern. Practical, too.”

Their conversation continued for another half-hour as their teas dwindled in both fullness and temperature. He eventually asked for a tour of the flat, so Este showed him around, even letting him take a peek into her bedroom and its many more trinkets. In it, she picked her copy of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous off her shelf and handed it to him. Matty accepted it, while continuing to throw compliments her way, commenting on the oozing personality of all of her belongings.

Looping back around after seeing the whole flat, the couch dipped as both of them took a seat, now with beers in hand.

“So, do you invite customers back to your flat very often?”

Este was slightly embarrassed by the nature of the question, but tried to play it off and replied, “Only the ones that are famous musicians.”

Matty took a swig of beer and set it onto the coffee table with a coaster beneath it. “Oh, I see. So this is a meet and greet.” They both laughed and silence fell upon them again. “I’m actually really nervous. For the album, I mean,” he admitted.

She looked over to him, her expression softening. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s just a bit scary. You know, people have been liking the songs so far, but the single we put out last month sort of has blown up my whole junkie, rehab, drug thing. So I feel a lot of pressure to say the right thing.”

“I mean, I feel like that just gives people a reason to connect to the album even more. Your art still holds its purpose—that emotional release.”

Matty smiled thankfully. “Thank you for calling my music ‘my art’. That really withholds this whole pretentious thing we've got going on," he said with a chuckle. “And seriously, thank you for liking Love It If We Made It. It’s cool to have a cool person like your stuff.”

“I love it. Really do,” she pushed. “And thank you for calling me a cool person.”

“You are.” Matty meant it.

His eyes trailed from the dimple on her left cheek to the chain dangling from her neck and further to the clothes draped on her body. “Is that necklace you wear a dragonfly? Or is it a butterfly?”

Este was confused at the randomness of his question but answered anyway. She could tell he was itching to know even the little things about her.

“It’s a dragonfly,” she confirmed, reaching up to fiddle with it and give Matty a closer look. “They remind me of my grandpa. Dragonflies love him. Back in the Philippines, he was a fisherman, so he spent a lot of time out by water. I have hundreds of memories of being with him near the ocean and seeing one land on the rim of his cap or even the tip of his nose.”

He smiled warmly at the sweet anecdote but left space for her to continue, liking that she responded to his questions with stories, not just answers.

“There aren’t many out here, though, especially since he lives in London and stays in the city. So I wear one around my neck instead,” Este explained. She studied his face as she sipped her beer. Matty was listening. It felt like he was looking through her, too.

After talking for as long as their minds took them, through topics big and small, light and dark, Matty decided he better make his way. “Shit, it’s 12:30. Might want to catch an Uber.”

“Where are you staying? I could drive,” Este offered.

He opened his phone to open the app and see the rides available, denying her kind gesture. A few clicks later, a car was on its way. “Oh please, don’t worry. It’s late. I’m just crashing at my mate’s—the one whose birthday I came in for. Taking the train back to London tomorrow morning for rehearsals,” explained Matty.

Este handed him his coat as they both stood up and slowly made their way over to the door. The Uber was minutes away, so they didn’t stop before leaving the threshold of her flat and taking the elevator down to the lobby.

“Rehearsals? Is tour happening that soon?”

“Not until next year. But, we have a show in Kingston the night before the album comes out. Shitting my pants about it, honestly, so we’ve been rehearsing like crazy,” he said as the elevator doors reopened to let them onto the ground floor, continuing to walk towards the main door. “You should come, if you’re free. We always leave room at the side of the stage for friends and family. I’d love for you to hear the new stuff live.” Matty now stood on the pavement, turning to face Este, who stood just inside the doorway. She grinned at his offer, appreciating his generosity.

“That would be amazing,” she agreed. “Let me know the details and I’d love to be there.”

He nodded at her and held up the book in his hands. “Thanks, for this. And tonight.”

Este likewise thanked him for the novel of essays that now sat on her coffee table upstairs. They shared a casual embrace to say goodbye, with Matty’s hands gracing the small of her back and hers meeting over his neck. She pressed her lips to his cheek, close to his jaw, holding it there briefly before letting go. Matty wished they stayed there a little longer.

One last ‘good night’ left their mouths as the car pulled up and Matty got in. He shot Este a small wave from behind the tinted car window.

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henlo yza beloved <33

oh my god <//3 love the way you put it honestly, the way you're so smart <3 the answer was right there and i managed to miss it 😭 i was lichrally like " ok so river dried up no thoughts head empty " and now it's as if the last missing puzzle piece finally fit itself in my mind jdjsksks that really explains whys and hows of haku ending up there, btw the importance of names and home in this movie was so heartwarming 🥺

also that's so sad to think about though, haku not having any place outside of the spirit world also means he might never get to meet chihiro 😭😭😭 ( unless he found a little something like home in chihiro ( yk home being a person instead of some house ) then idk he can become a water body anywhere she lives, if or when he decides on meeting her. like you know there is someone out there calling out his name or missing him which gives acknowledgement to his existence thus making a tiny place available somewhere where he is wanted even if as just a visiting guest) ok but honestly i'm also kind of okay with them never meeting hddjdj like even though it's sad there's still some kind of comfort in knowing the fact that some people only come into your life to help you grow in good way!/ intentionally or unintentionally helping e/o through tough times and then moving on )

also honestly same 😭😭😭🥺 i feel like we've been talking since ages, thank YOU for even taking out time to listen and reply to my nonsense fr, i'm so glad i sent that ask to tell you, your " im skydiving with vernon " tag was funny 😭🥺 i really enjoy talking to you

SPEAKING OF VERN how excited are you for his mixtape? would love to hear your thoughts!, i feel like he's gonna come out with some emo rock/grunge banger tbh, basing on the artwork and his love for avril lavigne songs hdjdjdkd whatever it is i know i'm gonna eat it up bc i live for his verses in hhu songs

hope you're doing well yza 🤍, and you too after 21st take some time out for yourself and recharge, you deserve it <333 love you 🥺 thank you for hanging out with me as always, bestie <333

(honestly had nothing extra to add 😭 dec is kicking me fr. days are just going by i have had no idea about which day it is this whole month 💀 also i haven't forgotten about the movie i'm gonna dm you details after i send this, feel free to check after 21st! )

MA CHERIEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😻😻😻😻

NAURRRRRRRRRRR i am not smart i'm just one for obsessing over details fjkfjdkfjdk AND I KNOW </3 it was such a good concept esp considering how our identities are so tied up with the names given to us by birth and the names with which we choose to present ourselves with!! AND UR MIND HELLO???????????? also agreed <33 i'm fine w the bittersweet ending (i… love them actually 😭)

ALSO PLS NOOOOOOOO i should be the one thanking u fr </3 lich rally where would i be without ur lil ask </3

AND URE SO REAL FOR THIS PLS FKJDFJFDJKFDJK i also find myself gravitating towards his verses we r besties fr 😋 and u r right once again omg it gave early 2000s <3 WHAT DO U FEEL ABT IT!!! i personally like the band ver more, it feels a lot more raw!! think the way mainstream kr companies (honestly cant be said for the indie ones theyre going IN on it there) produce rock music is so… tame for lack of better word, but the band ver ate fr tbh <33 IM KINDA SAD SOME OF THE SCENES OF HIM IN THE BLACK TANK TOP DIDNT SHOW UP ON THE MV THOUGH </3333333 HE LOOKED SO GOOD

i've been getting to rest a bit until i received an e-mail from one of my professors today 😭 now it's a sign for me to get back to work, i still have more finals and more deadlines for january, but after that i'd be FINALLY getting a real break 😋

AND NO PLS FDKJDFJ I FEEL U!! i hope ure getting to rest as well and that you've had a great time this holiday season <33 love u thank u for always being here 🥰 MWAH

#cherie 🪂#s-cxups #y.ask #long post

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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Ok I just read the last chapter and OMG WE ARE WINNING ???? Like dang ajsbdjsjsjs POP OFFFFF ok so as for my analysis on the chapter

TBH THIS CHAPTER MADE ME FEEL SO FULL LIKE you left no corner untouched kind of fell LIKE SLAYYY !!! And ok so from how I see this chapter Hyunjin obv knows something JSBSJS like honestly as the mc mentioned, Hyunjin was willing to “risk everything” to be w Hana bc he felt like he was being liked for him and not the fact he was famous AND HE SAID DAT W HIS WHOLE CHEST TO THE MC LIKE …. But then he suddenly tells Hana “I’m not ready for a relationship” LIKE WHAAAAT so obv he knows or rather I have a feeling he knows or senses the real reason why Hana may have dated him in the first place etc etc. It is also HORRIBLY obv that Hyunjin is starting to become more forward with his affection towards the mc ! Especially after Hana told the mc that she and Hyunjin decided to stay friends. Like how he kept leaning closer to her in the train or how he openly just caressed the mc’s face LIKE ASHDBJSBS. AND HYUNJIN YOU TEASE he knows the effect he has in the poor mc HSBSJBSJA SEND HELPPPP

And also THE MC SJSHSJS LIKE girl Yeonjun is right the guy is CLOSER THAN YOU THINK LIKE AJSJSJSJSJSN (send help pls sjehsjs) !!! And even Yeonjun can sense the attraction help esp when he was cut off when he was ab to say the two of them were good together or all over each other OR SMTHG LIKE DAT WJEJSJSH. And tbh idk like I feel like the mc, as obv as she is w her growing attraction towards hyunjin, it’s as if she does not want to admit it ajsjsj like when Hyunjin always says something sweet and the mc thinks he may mean something behind it, she quickly shuts it down. I also noticed how she easily believes the opinions others have about her. Like how Hana said the mc didn’t date much bc she isn’t into serious relationships, which isn’t true, and even the mc at first believed it wasn’t, but after a few chapter it seems as if she is starting to believe in it YKYK. Gives me the impression she doesn’t have the highest amount of self worth which is unfortunate bc the mc seems like a great person, and friend to be with. Idk I just feel like she cares about others WAY to much and puts other before herself. Bc I feel like she keeps many things from her friends because she is scared to hurt them, especially Hana, so she ends up bottling up all her thoughts and feelings, which is sad because when you have dreams and aspirations you want to reach, you want to share these things with the people you love and care about !!! Also low key feel like the mc feels as if she isn’t good enough for Hyunjin (platonically and romantically), because she constantly compares herself to Hana WHO JUST HAPPENS TI BE DATING HIM (well they aren’t anymore BGAHAHDHAJSBAJ), so it kinda sucks how it seems like she is putting herself down bc the guy she likes just so happens to be dating her best friend. Also random thought, but given the personality of the mc, I feel like she will push Hyunjin and his advances away bc she is scared of hurting Hana, even if the mc herself likes Hyunjin.

But omg this chapter it is DREADFULLY obv that Felix has certain FEELINGS for the mc !!! LIKE ITS AS CLEAR AS DAY AMEN AJSJA !! Like how he’s so clingy w her (in the best way !!), or how he constantly wants to touch her and be w her. LIKE AJSJSJSJ PLSSS so I’m quiet scared as to how he is going to react when he finds out ab the mc and Hyunjin having feelings w one another. But tbh this chapter just makes me more curious as to how everything is going to go about bc truthfully, THSI SITUATION IS JUST SO MESSY LIKE OH NOOOOO SJDJSJS. I also saw in some previous asks you answered that chapter 8 was going to be intense SO IM VERY SCARED AJSJSJSJ.

Great chapter and I cannot wait for the future chapters to come out !!

- 🌸

hello, love !! no corner untouched ?? then im so curious to know if you will love part 8 as well, since a lot happens in it!

hyunjin was willing to date hana, but did change his mind and a part of it is what he told her, which is that he didn’t want a serious relationship anymore, but there’s also more to it ! he is also at the same time becoming very forward indeed, like you mentioned 😘 bless her heart.

your analysis on yn is very very interesting to read, and very accurate ! i loved reading that, thank u for sharing it with me !

this situation definitely is so messy indeed, since they’re all connected and it will only get messier 🥸🥸🥸🥸 please look forward to it !

#star lost with you

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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i cant get enough of peter being obsessed w reader’s tits— i am not ok pls exorcise this thought from my brain 😫

Today is (still) Peter Parker day! Send me some Peter stuff please :)

no you don't understand i'm obsessed. this post is 18+, minors dni.

You’re so right. He’d be absolutely obsessed. He just gets that look in his eye, different look depending on the intensity of the situation, and he’s so in love with them.

If you’re at home or there’s no one else around, you know when people will like grab someone’s ass as they walk by? He grabs your tits. It’s so gentle it’s not rude at all he just 🤲

—

You’re standing at the kitchen counter, eyes locked on your phone as it charges. Your dinner is heating up in the microwave, and you’ve already changed into your pajamas, ready for a cozy night in. Peter joins you in the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and squeezing one of your boobs affectionately as he passes.

It certainly gets your attention, and you raise one eyebrow at him, “Did you just squeeze my boob?”

“I hadn’t touched them for a while.” Peter grins, expression glowing with glee. You just fondly shake your head, going back to your phone and making a mental note to wear a bra less often around the house.

—

If you are in public he’ll refrain from touching them for decency’s sake but do not think that he’s not thinking about them because he is. He has boobs on the brain. Sometimes he’ll go shopping with you and specifically pick out tops that make your tits look really nice, but then he gets nervous bc he doesn’t know if you’re comfortable with showing them off as much as he was urging you to so he panics and he gets all blushy.

—

“This?” Peter holds up a low-cut shirt, plenty of room above the neckline to showcase the objects of his affection.

You shrug, adding it to the basket you had going for the changing room, “I’ll try it on.”

Peter follows you eagerly into the changing room, reminiscent of an excited puppy as he waits for you to get dressed. He even offers to hold clothes for you, hanging them back up and sorting them into keeps and put-backs.

You try on the final top, a deep emerald green with lace adorning your chest. It was paper thin, and you realized too late that the material was mesh, leaving very little to the imagination.

You turned towards Peter, who’d been hanging up a pair of jeans. He glanced up at you, eyes widening and jeans falling from his grasp, the hanger clattering against the floor of the dressing room.

“Holy shit.”

You look at him hesitantly, watching a blush rise to his cheeks, “This is.. a lot.”

“I think that’s-”

“Lingerie? Yeah, me too.”

“Okay,” Peter reasons, “in my defense, it was hung up with the other shirts.”

—

Sometimes if he comes home and he’s really tired he just (gently) body slams you onto the nearest padded surface and face-plants into them. Just his personal pillows. You usually run a hand through his hair, the other hand rubbing his back as he lets the stress from his day melt away.

—

“Hey!” You protested as Peter scooped you up, lifting you out of your chair in the kitchen and plopping you down onto the couch. You rolled your eyes as he flopped on top of you, a fond smile growing on your face as he burrowed into your shirt.

“Missed ‘em.” You barely hear Peter speak, but his words bring a smile to your lips, “Them? My boobs?”

“Mhm.” Peter nods, face only nuzzling further into your tits, “Gotta get my daily dose.”

—

And of course, sex. What kind of a Peter-boob-man enthusiast would I be if I didn’t mention the way he fixates on them during sex? It’s like he’s magnetized to them, he’s always pinching them, cupping them, squeezing them, biting them, sucking on them, pretty much anything he can do, he’s doing it.

Don’t think about him being really into tittyfucking. Don’t do it.

Okay do it.

—

Peter’s cock is achingly hard, precum already spread across the head. You keep your arms close to your sides, forcing your tits as close together as possible, giving him a perfect entrance.

Peter groans as he thrusts between your tits, your chest already sticky with precum. His hands fly up to massage your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples, pinching and tugging on them as he fucks through them. You watch his cock slide through the hole you’ve made, brain on overdrive as he gets himself off between your tits. He finishes faster than he wants to admit, covering your chest with cum as his mouth falls wide open. His hands dip down to swipe through the sticky mess on your chest, spreading it over your tits and covering your skin with it. He’s breathing heavily as he stares down at his work, dick already hardening again at the image.

—

I literally might make a part 2 of this where it’s just more boob scenarios goodbye I am a boob person myself and Peter and boobs? My loves <3 I guess lmk if you wanna see more of this 👀

#Peter Parker #peter parker x reader #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey!peter #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter parker #andrew!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter x reader #tom!peter #tom!peter parker #peter parker day #Mei’s 700 celebration!!#Mei’s 700 follower celebration!!

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

~~~

aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

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h0tchner · 3 years

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Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

_____________________________________________________________

By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn��t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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