I have different smaus going on 💀 so here a list for my Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers and Attack on Titan smaus 🤌🏻When you see the 🔥 it means it’s smut some others might have suggestive topics but nothing explicit or are entirely fluff ✨✨🤌🏻
Here you can find my Masterlist for the stories and one shots I wrote 🫰🏻
When you want to request a smau, you are happy welcoming to do it 💖 click here for rules or what I write in general ♥️
Jujutsu Kaisen 💜🧿
When you ask them to spank you🔥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
When they are jealous
When you don’t wear a bra 🔥
When you are jealous
When you are really into Halloween
When they are your professor and you send the wrong file🔥
When they know you have a crush on them
When you ask them to choke you🔥
When you tell them no one made you cum before 🔥
When you are on your period
When someone yelled at you
When you k*lled someone
When you’re sick
When you want to wear a bunny outfit 🔥
When you want ice cream
Naruto 🧡🍥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
When they think you are mad at them
When they want to try something new with you 🔥
When you are on your period
When you are having a hangover
When they ate aphrodisiac chocolate 🔥
When they send you a pic of their abs🔥
When you found out they have a crush on you
When they find out you have a crush on them
When you watch them train (suggestive)
When you can’t sleep
When you don’t wear a bra 🔥
When you’re mad at them
When you want to be called „Good Girl“🔥
When you wear something revealing 🔥
Attack on Titan💙 ⚔️
When they see the new TikTok you posted
When you show them your new lingerie 🔥
When you ask them to spank you 🔥
When they have the remote to your vibe 🔥
When you are sick
When you are feeling sad
When they want you to be on top🔥
When you are on your period
When you tell them you want dick 🔥
When you want them to wear a Ghostface mask🔥
When it’s your birthday
When you don’t feel pretty
When you want to bake Christmas cookies with them
When you want to post something revealing
When they need comfort
How they react when you got a toxic mom ❤️🩹
Tokyo Revengers 🤍👊🏻
When you want to do their hair
When they buy you tampons/pads
When you want to cockwarm them 🔥
When you want to cockwarm them pt. 2 🔥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
How he pulls you out of a situation that makes you uncomfortable. Because no matter how tough he is. He does not play around you.
Warnings: little angst (panic attacks and anxiety mentioned), fluff, your man being protective
Wordcount: 956
He might not always be the nicest one. But he does not play about you. Not once. He can see in the blink of an eye when something is wrong, when anything in your surroundings upsets you. All fun and games and messing around until it comes to his girl.
He knows you're anxious; you got panic attacks, and sometimes everything felt too much. Then he got on you always when you were around him. That one voice he used to talk with others, harsh, maybe a bit passively aggressive, turned gentle the second he saw you needed it.
That grin turned into a reassuring smile, a large hand that cradled the back of your head to pull you against him.
And when you were caught up in an unpleasant conversation? He stepped in; you were too polite, too nice to say you had no time or didn't want to talk. Especially when you already tried to show you weren't interested, but not everyone is good at reading into people's body language. He knew the second your eyes darted around or your smile was tighter than usual.
"And then we actually went to hit that new place, you know-" that boyfriend of one of your friends started talking with you. You didn't really like him, but you wouldn't say a thing. He saw it from afar; no matter what he had been occupied with, he stopped it. Sauntering over with long legs and pulling you closer. One of the first actions is to make you feel safe. Still that guy kept talking.
Your man took a breath in and then chuckled. "Back off, chatting time is over, buddy," he said it casually, flashing his eyes at him. "You need to go?" that man asked you, but instead of saying anything, what you tried, your man spoke for you. Not because he thought he needed to or you couldn't, but because he was aware he would make it cut straight and it would take you out of the situation.
"No, but she does not even like you and is tired of the words that come out of that thing that is moving the whole time," he said and pointed to his face with a smirk. "My mouth?" the other guy asked, clearly being confused. "Oh, yeah, that. It's annoying," he shot back with a grin before taking you by your waist and pulling you with him.
"You're always so straightforward." You meant it with a sigh, and it was not only that he could see the little shake in your fingers. How have you tried to suppress it? "Someone has to be." He meant and led you two further away from the crowd he put you in front of him. "You're too good for them, baby. Can't let you drown there, can I?" he meant and wiped a strand of hair out of your face.
"Don't suppress it; you know it just gets worse," he urged you gently. He could see your eyes filled with some tears. "But I don't want to have it now." You meant and tried to be stubborn towards yourself. You knew you got panic attacks, that heavy, uneasy feeling in your chest. Even when it did not always seem to be a reason there. And sometimes, you just didn't want it. You wanted to feel normal, not aware that normal was not always what it seemed.
"I know, no one does. You don't deserve it. But it's not a weakness to show it, not to me," he explains, as his one hand goes through his hair. "Not a weakness, yeah totally. I shit my pants when I need to go grocery shopping." You laughed out of frustration at the first tears spilled. "You know what the difference between us is?" he asked you, holding your hands in his palms. He traced your knuckles, tenderly even for someone so rough. "Did you say what you think?" you asked back as you watched how his fingers entangled with yours.
"I may get up the day and say fuck you into the world. I fight it, yes. But it's exhausting. While you think about it, you try facing what is making you afraid every fucking day. You make progress while I just ignore it. You're braver than I am. I may not be afraid of a fight or a mean word. But I don't want to face my demons the way you do. Because I wouldn't be strong enough." It was spoken with a genuine tone. He might be strong and not taking everything to heart. It doesn't mean that nothing would scare him, just not the same way it scared you.
But he knew he got an amazing girlfriend, with a heart too big for her own good, why you even ended up with him. And he would take that gift of your heart not lightly. You were the one good thing, and he would keep you. "That's not-" you wanted to talk it small again, but he didn't let you. "You can't change my mind about you, baby. You're strong. Those pretty tears? Just a proof of it, you feel, and you let yourself feel. That's more than most do. That's more than I deserve." After that, you broke out in small tears, and he hugged you while you hid your face in his neck. Your arms around his torso. And simply having a man who loved you, even with the panic attacks and the anxiety. Nothing about you scared him off; no, he even admired it. In his very own way.
Shuji Hanma, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Sanzu Harachuyio, Eren Yaeger, Kiba Inzuka, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Baji Keisuke, Gyutaro, Akaza, Rindou, Reno, Enjin
I was thinking to make a new format like maybe how a relationship realistically with certain characters could look like? 👀🤣
I mean I like being delulu but delulu with canon vibe 🤣✨✨ but I am in the mood for Ted talk and why not having that here?
For example how a realistic relationship with Izana looks like. Or if some characters from Tokyo Revengerd are „fixable“. Like small rankings 🤣
Of course we add some others fandom too I mean we all want to know how a marriage with Suguru Gero looks like, yes? 👀 I am just so obsessed with that man.
But what do you say some fandom Ted talk and Rankigs? 🥹
Would you like to read some Ted Talks and Rankings about different fandoms 👀?
You just want to be a girly and put stickers in your boyfriends car and onto him as well! Even when they really need to brace themselves for it.
Hello friendos 💖 idk I saw this little trend on TikTok how girls decorated the inside of the car with stickers and then also puting them onto their man. So here we are 🤣🤌🏻 how these two guys react when you actually want to do it 👀🤣 also I picked Hello Kitty stickers because I like that cute shit especially Kuromi🤣✨
Wordcount: 2,5 k
Warnings: fluff, stickers, slightly suggestive in the end by both scenarios
Izana ~ Would love to kill Kuromi
You were so annoying to him now, yet not in that way that he actually wanted to miss it. You sat in the car with him. He just picked you up after your little shopping trip. Bags in the car, he had given you his black card; of course, you could take whatever you wanted. What had been cute clothing but then also ridiculous little merch. Clearly you were a low-key Kuromi girlie. You liked some cute stuff between maybe other aesthetics you enjoyed. So here you were spending money on glittery stickers. When you eyed him from the side with that smile on your lips as if you had a plan. "What?" he asked as he stopped by a traffic light, his tone sharp as always, but it lacked the bite. Not just because you told him you would show him every piece you got.
"I was just thinking, you look so good today." You giggled as your fingertips brushed his white hair. He sighed and gave you a look; he knew that giggle. One tanned hand with long fingers grabbed your thigh. Possessive as always, even when annoyed by his girl. You were his family, which means he would do anything for you even when he grumbled. "Yeah? What's on your mind that you're giggling like a gremlin? I already braced myself for that fashion show later. And your little merch haul," he said as he continued driving with one hand; his hand was grounding for you. But also for him, he liked spoiling you; it was his fault, right? He spoiled you; how could you expect anything less than princess treatment right now?
"You got everything you wanted, princess?" he asked you then as he scowled towards another driver. "What a motherfucker, just cut me off that corner," he cursed, then before actually glaring over and letting that guy know what a shit driver he was. "Yep, everything. And I also got some stickers, you know," you said then as you held your bubble tea and took a sip from it. "Stickers? What the fuck do you want with stickers?" he asked you, when you pulled them out from behind and folded them up, glittery Kuromi stickers and some were also holographic, absolute treasures.
"Decorate your car. It would be cute, and we have a touch of color here." You meant it in a serious tone. "No." He said it so fast that you actually took a shocked breath in and placed your hand over your chest. "No?" you asked as if you didn't hear right, clearly a bit messing with him. "Babe, how does that look? A sleek black GT-R with Hello Kitty stickers? They would get covered in blood at some point anyway," he explained, eyes on the road, although he could feel how you looked at him. "Kuromi, Izana. Kuromi stickers." You corrected him, and he knew it got serious when you actually said his forename. "Kuromi, right. That black, violet devil that invaded our bedroom," he muttered as his hand from your thigh ran through his hair. "A girl can't even mark her man's car; what a shame. Is anything allowed these days?" you said, pretending to feel betrayed as you turned away to the window.
"The fuck? You went shopping. How could you be now unsatisfied? You're such a spoiled brat, you know that?" he grumbled and looked over at you shortly before his eyes were on the road again. "Hmm." You just huffed. "Fine, you can put on one. Only one," he agreed; he was not immune to you. You turned around with that smile. "See that's an agreement." That smirk was so present in your voice. When you actually peeled one off now, that big one that was holographic. "You even get the best one, see," you said as you waved it into the air. "Great, now we just need those cringe car stickers for the rear window that say bullshit like, 'Don't beep me, I'm already crying'." Izana spoke clearly annoyed, but he loved his girl. He would get over it as you put it in the center with such care.
"I'm still not done though," you revealed with that silly voice and another loud sip of your bubble tea that made his brow scowl more. "What could you want now? I'm not doing face masks with you at home." He dropped it, and there followed some silence. Both of you are aware it had happened once, and he liked it more than he let on. "You remember when we-" you started, but he cut you off. "We don't talk about that."
"But what I want is.... I want to put stickers on you. Can I?" This time you didn't demand it; it was more a plea. You just wanted some cute time; that was all. He looked at you shortly with sharp eyes. He loved you; you were sweet and gave him a hold. You didn't leave when shit got tough. He could give you that. "Fine..." Izana agreed to it even when it seemed reluctant.
At home then, you actually didn't waste time before you even gave him a haul. You got your stickers as he stood in front of you. "Take your shirt off, otherwise it's no fun," you told him and pulled on the black shirt. He pulled it off to reveal the toned, tanned torso and flexing abs, and there it was again, that little stupid grin when you realized you didn't just get a possessive boyfriend but also a hot one. "I can't believe that this is happening now." Izana mumbled, but his eyes told you he was fine. And then you started your work. Each Kuromi sticker is carefully chosen; you put one on each of his abs. "Look at that, it's so cute," you occasionally mumbled, clearly delighted that he let you do it. "And we put one here," your voice announced as you rose up and put one glittery Kuromi sticker on his cheek. "Ohhhh wait, I got a cute idea; just let me-" you cut off yourself as you then quickly ran into the bathroom. You had several different Band-Aids in the closet; you chose the lilac ones as you put one on the side of his cheek with another sticker.
"It's so ridiculous. You spend money on those; why waste it on me." he asked you then and took a deep breath as you eyed him. "Well, I saw other girls doing that on social media, and I figured I could do that too. And it was absolutely worth it. Like the whole thing," you explained as you drew little circles in the air when you pointed at him. You actually blushed a little; he looked so good. Strong, and yet it was an absolute proof of his love for you that he let you put on silly stickers on him. Besides the fact it did things to you. "Don't tell me that shit turns you on?" The white-haired man, who was usually so cold and brutal to others, confronted you in that voice that cracked just once when he discovered your pink cheeks. "Not the stickers themselves, but you. I mean, I got a gorgeous man who lets me put on stickers and actually be a bit silly," you confessed as you rubbed your neck and gave him those shy eyes.
Izana didn't waste time; he used it, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer as he looked down at you. "You're annoying, you know that?" he asked you, yet his voice was a bit rougher. "Maybe a bit. But you like it," you shot back with a smirk. Before it ended in the way that you kissed each sticker on his body, even the one that you put right above the middle of the waistline of his pants he still wore...
Kakucho ~ My Melody is his melody
"Oh, you got new stickers. They look pretty." Kakucho pointed out, always the attentive one, as he carried your bags to the car. He was such a gentleman, always making you feel treated so right. A large palm on your lower back, you felt like royalty. And in the car, oh, he didn't even hesitate; he grabbed your favorite cold drink on the way to get you so you could sip it in the car. "You're so good to me, baby," you said as your eyes got all soft for him, pure adoration in your face for that man. "Nah, you make me be a better man. Get in, love," he said as he held open the door when you got in the car. As he jogged around to actually bring you back home.
Hell, this man would massage your feet when you asked him. He would bring you everything and always made sure you were hydrated and ate enough. He knew his girl too well, aware there were days you only ran on iced coffee and that's it. And Kakucho also made sure you could go shopping; it was needed badly after all the stress you had. Of course the shopping spree was on him. Actually, when you were in the last store, he was with you. He thought coming a bit earlier would make you happy, and he was right. He bought everything that you touched and looked on for a little longer. Simply putting it back with the words:"That's so cute," typical thinking you could not spend that much money. He didn't care; he wanted one day where you wouldn't need to worry about one thing.
And now in the car, his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles over your knee. "You're going to give me a little fashion show when we're home?" he asked you with a low voice while you already put on music in the car. "Ohh of course. I actually got you something you will be very happy when you see it." You smiled but pulled up your eyebrows; indeed, you bought a new delicate set of lingerie. Simply because you wanted to feel pretty but also hoped he would like it. Then you grabbed the stickers from behind. "You know what? What do you think about some color in here?" you asked him. He gave a small nod while his mismatched eyes were focused on the road. "Color? Why not? It could look nicer. You got the right eye for it. What idea do you have, sweetheart?" You simply loved the fact he would agree even when nothing seemed wrong with the inside of the car until now.
"I bought My Melody stickers; look, they're glittery, and this one, I could cry, it's so cute." You meant and pointed to one specific one; that was larger, and My Melody was holding a present. He gave it a quick look, still focused to get you home safely. "You want to put stickers in here? They probably won't last forever, hm?" he pointed out. Of course he did not want you to waste your stickers. "That's ok, we can buy different ones then. But you're ok with that?" you wanted to be reassured before you would decorate the black car in a cute pink glittery paradise.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. It will make me remind you of you and this moment." He gave you a reassuring smile and a slight squeeze on your knee. And then you already started to put on different stickers, the biggest one right on his side. You even hummed a bit to the song that was playing while you contentedly did what made you happy. Marking your man's car with cute stickers because what else would show this was your big lovely man? "So much better now, don't you think?" You meant seeming very proud of yourself for how carefully you chose what stickers would come here in the car. Because, of course, that was not all.
"I like the one above the compartment. That's an ice cream cone, right?" he declared as if this would be totally normal. But nothing was wrong when it made you happy. And stickers for sure wouldn't hurt him. He was devoted and just wanted you to feel that too. He was man enough to be girly. More like he accepted it in a warm tone and a smile. "I like that you're so patient with me. I actually-" you stopped yourself, even when it was like a really urgent request for you. But you didn't want to overdo it either.
"Hm? What's going on in that mind of yours, sweetheart?" he asked you, looking at you for a moment before his eyes found the road. You two were nearly home. "I mean, I know you tolerate a lot. I just don't want to overdo it," you meant as you took another little sip of your drink. He squeezed your thigh then. As if he ever would say no. He spoiled you the right way. "I am good when you're good. Go on, tell me," he encouraged you softly with that warm, booming voice.
"I want to put stickers on you, like, can I do it?" you then breathed out and asked, looking at him with big eyes. He chuckled; that big, scary man chuckled before giving you the most devoted eyes you have ever seen on him.
"And this was making my girl hesitate? Put on as many stickers as you like on me. Start with that one," he said and pointed to a cute My Melody sticker where she was driving a car. You giggled before you started your work, even here in the car. You carefully reached over to put a sticker over his nose. He looked cute like that. Especially in his suit. "At home I will put on more in other areas." You smirked as you observed him.
"Other areas?" he asked you then as he actually parked the car. "I bought new lingerie, and since you always keep up with me. We should see how that set looks on me. And I want to put on stickers on your abs, like on each one," you described as you playfully and silly wiggled your eyebrow before you needed to laugh out loud.
"Whatever you want, love. Just be aware when I have you, I'm not cute anymore," he said, his voice a bit hoarse as he kissed your temple before getting out of the car. Not even being bothered that other people saw him right now like this. It was just the little neighborhood, nothing too big; he could get over it.
Because as soon as you two would be inside, you would give him the little fashion show and wear the lingerie. He was done being patient. Kakuchos need to feel you were stronger. That big guy loved to pin you down no matter how many stickers you would put on him.
As he helped you out of the car, waiting for you to take his hand, you rose up and looked at him. "Can I stack donuts on it?" asking this question with such a serious tone, although you hid your smile. You loved asking silly questions. He needed a moment to process that. "What do you want to stack on it?" as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
Hello friendos ✨ we’re back with another JJK smau and since it’s so hot here and I am craving ice cream I just thought we make this as the topic. 🤣🤣 besides the fact I was in the mood for some fluff. So enjoy 💖
How that nonchalant man feel when you the cute neighbor girl always bringing cookies suddenly starts to be his wet dream…
Hello friendos ✨🤌🏻 It’s the first time for me to write anything for Chainsaw Man actually now for my beloved man Aki 🌚🌚🤌🏻 idk why K feel like he just needs someone who takes care of him. Although seeing this man crumble slowly is delicious ngl 🤣🤌🏻 anyways have fun 💖
Wordcount: 1,7k
Warnings: smūt, dirty thoughts, domestic vibe, fluff, Aki just can’t ignore you
"Whoa, who is that?" Denji asked Aki just after you had waved the sweetest hello someone could. How your eyes lit up and your lips formed into a genuine smile.
You were Akis neighbor, and you sneaked your life way too much into his even when he pretended he didn't want that.
And since Denji and Power moved in, it was totally over. You were a cute girl, still absolutely attractive, and also absolutely oblivious to that fact.
One of the reasons why Aki avoided being around you, not that he had a chance to avoid it at all.
"That's our neighbor; behave. She is nice." Aki sighed as he stepped outside with Denji before pulling a cigarette between his lips. Always that nonchalant look on his face. A look he barely held onto when you were around.
"Nice? Dude, did you see her ti-?" Denji is head over heels for you even when he just saw you for not even 10 seconds. But Aki cut him off, steel blue eyes giving a flicker of something close to being possessive.
"We don't talk about her like that, Denji." It was a clear message.
"Why not? What she got clearly needs to be from a goddess, a devil or whatever. You kept hiding her." He groaned and ran a hand over his scruffy blonde hair.
"She was on a vacation; there's no hiding," he shrugged, already aware of what would happen the next day. Because you, little sweet you...
You were his unraveling, too eager and kind for your own good and too oblivious. Although Aki knew there was more to you.
It was back when you had moved into the apartment next door. When you wanted to make a good and polite first appearance. You brought cookies you made yourself. Gooey in the center and with milk chocolate that melted on the tongue. A domestic good to leave a good first impression. How he opened the door looking nearly even bored when you stood there, cookie plate in hand. Eyes wide and friendly. It was just the first meeting when you ended up yapping not just about yourself. Something about you was always very good at seeing what others needed when they dealt with being alone. Since you also have a lot of experience in being abandoned. But instead of Akis way to act nonchalant, you were full of brightness and trying to tend the world with kindness and your cookies.
After that he ended up with an empty cookie plate as he sat alone in the dark apartment. Because some words had hit deeper than he made it look towards you. How you had said:"Come over any time; I always have something to eat or tea. Oh, and company or an ear to listen. No pressure, though; being alone can be calming but also drowning or even loud. Anyway, I know you need to get going, and I'm talking too much...bye-bye." You waved and smiled before you turned to your door and left him speechless. He inhaled pretty much those cookies just because the silence didn't feel so suffocating then.
But this was never all because sometimes your need for connection was so high that you randomly started to show up to eat breakfast with him. Because coffee and a cigarette weren't really breakfast, right? And it took a lot of his willpower to not look too long when you bent over. Those sleeping shorts did nothing to hide any of your curves. Or when your sleeping top just rode up a bit to show more skin, not that this was your intention, but you looked like a sleepy dream. Because too often it had happened, he ended up having a boner underneath the table.
"You don't need to do this, you know that?" he had asked you one time, trying to act smooth, sounding detached as always as he sipped his coffee you made. It tasted better even when it was plain black. While his hard cock throbbed the moment you bent over the table to give him some of the pickled radish for breakfast. Your top had shifted lower, which gave him a shameless view of how good your tits looked in it.
"I don't, but I want to. Besides the fact I want to feel useful," you declared with way too much energy and a good mood that never seemed to dim. "Whatever...don't get used to it," but the tone was lacking the cold bite. You weren't exactly interrupting. Even when you yapped, it was soft and more like a melody in the morning than annoying. Aki didn't interrupt you. Worse, he even knew what you were talking about, even when he said he was not a morning person, but he caught everything. When you talked about the cat you greeted every day that sat on the fence in front of the apartment. When you talked about the shift in the little bubble tea store, you needed to throw a shaker after a minor tapioca pearl devil. You considered yourself as unshaken from that day on. You smiled when you could catch a hint of a smirk when he took another sip of coffee...
Akis acknowledged that even when you were too bright in your mood compared to him, you weren't annoying, dumb, or useless. You filled space with warmth, your yapping filled silence—not unpleasant, but in a way that made things bearable. Not that he ever told that to anyone. Your domestic side was not for everyone, but you decided to let Aki see it. Because you felt what he needed, and sometimes it was a simple breakfast in your opinion.
For Aki it was not just your body or your look. Although that emo diva also thought you were adorable and way too hot to be around Denji in any case. But it was your sweet nature; you saw a worth in him, and he didn't need to earn it for once.
The whole damn day Denji had talked about you. "You saw her for 10 seconds; she is not the love of your life, so would you just shut that mouth about it?" Aki meant after a minor mission. Power was also there now. "About whom are we talking? I mean, I heard "nice boobs" and "adorable face," but who is that idiot talking about?" she asked, upset to be left out of the news that clearly occupied everyone in the household.
"(Y/N), our neighbor, nothing interesting. Denji is just going to crash out over no-" even when he tried to play it down and drag his two roommates home like two stubborn kids... Denji cut him off.
"Over the most perfect boobs, and she smelled like cookies, I'm so sure. She got that vanilla note on her skin; I could get that." Denji declared proudly with a smirk, not that it seemed a bit worrying that he actually paid so much attention in 10 seconds.
"So we got a cookie girl now? Is that the message? Does she bring cookies? How often does she bring cookies?" Power asked, as always, the most important things, while Aki just rolled his eyes.
"She is our neighbor, dumbass. She is no 'Cookie Girl.' But she brings cookies once a week." He sighed with a heavy groan. Those two really cost him his patience.
"Once a week? Do you think when I let her pet Meowy, she brings more?"
Anyway, back at home, when he had made a stop in a store, Power and Aki were already home. This is when he wanted to get in the elevator. It was already full, but before it could get up, you tried to squeeze in too. Of course, when you spotted Aki, you chose to be squished against him.
"Ohhhh, sorry it's going to get a little cuddly," you chuckled and squeezed into the gap. Your breasts pillowed against his torso. That soft body yielded to his frame, and for a moment he was sure he needed to hold his breath. 'Fuck!' he said it in his mind. Because no power in this world could stop what was rising in his pants. You were sweet and tempting, and sometimes when you caught him staring into nothing, it was not because he was tired. It was because he imagined bending you over the table and taking you raw from behind. Just to listen to those little noises you would do. Or how you would spread yourself a bit more so he could go deeper. Something was telling him that you were a needy one.
"Good reminder to take the stairs next time," he said clipped; he looked away. "Come on, Aki. It could be worse. It's cozy and warm, a bit too warm, but we focus on good things," you meant and batted your lashes. This was when he looked in your face. It was cozy and warm, just as cozy and warm as it would be when you wrapped your legs around his waist as he would pound you into oblivion to hear how sloppy that cunt would get. And at this exact moment, it was when you felt it against your thigh. A hard, insistent bulge. When you noticed your iris widened just a fraction. Before that little smile on your face turned suspiciously sultry.
Not only that, Aki thought you were worth having an eye on, even when he denied it. But you liked him too; he was pretty no matter if his dark hair was down or in his signature ponytail. It was the calmness he brought, the way he let you yap. And now you just felt how much this man needed a break and to just feel something different than duty and responsibility. He could see that you felt it; it was unmistakable how it throbbed against you after the elevator rumbled a little. He knew it. Furthermore, he fucking knew you felt that hot length against him.
And when he realized that, he looked away again, this time with a blush over his nose. "Do you want me to come over later? I can make food," you suddenly asked, Aki too occupied to realize you just pressed closer against him even now. "You don't have to; I planned something." His voice was strained but sounded nonchalant.
"Then throw this plan away and let me do it. Someone needs to take care of you, don't you think, pretty boy?" And that was all it took, because now he felt it, how precum was leaking out of him. You called him pretty boy. You wanted to take care of him when you only knew how much that uptight and nonchalant man wanted to ruin you over the kitchen counter....
Welcome back friendos ✨ another Tokyo Revengers smau. This time how those gorgeous man would react when you mess with them and claim you would start Onlyfans. We just make a little joke with them 🤣🤌🏻🤌🏻
Warnings: smūt, suggestive themes, taking pics and videos
The vampire rendered an odd feeling every time you flashed your eyes over a map. Every time you spoke about claiming something. What is when you and a life before you reminded him on a long forgotten story of a time when he breathed real air in a human body?
Hello my friendos ✨🤌🏻 we’re back with another Alucard request from a dear anon. I am honest this was not so easy to write. But I liked the concept and the idea a lot 💪🏻♥️ so everyone who actually likes maybe some Ottoman Empire vibes or low key (perhaps not correct) historical vibes in Alucards story is right here. We got a kind of enemies to lovers tension here and how much he holds onto his own past 🥹🥹♥️
Wordcount: 4,8k
Warnings: a bit angst especially in the end, low key historical vibes, tragedy
It was a gray day, like always in the last weeks. Even when the sun decided to shine through, thick gray clouds covered it; often it rained, not that it ever disturbed you. The rain was a constant calm in your mind. It was making you more efficient, at least you thought so. Since the whole situation overall was anything but ideal with the Major. It complicated things. Not just for society but for you. You wanted the Hellsing Organization to be more than simply the strongest organization to fight the paranormal evil. When you could find more creatures like the one in the basement of your own home...this could bring things to move. Yet your older sister Integra was the head of it. Not that you ever envied her, no. But sometimes you felt a bit dismissed in your suggestions to make it bigger. Integra had no interest in collecting monsters, no interest in trying to bargain with them. Because Alucard was no bargain, he was loyal to his master, who was Integra. And you could understand her point, yet the urge to reach out and create more was there.
You knew Alucard since you were small, always that crimson shadow that was watching over you and your sister. Even when you sometimes had the feeling he would try to avoid you. Not always and not on every occasion. But mostly in moments when you actually were going through plans. When you explained what needs to be done. Always then the charming vampire would find a way to try to move the strategy or to fully dismiss your idea. Even when you didn't really see a dislike in his blood-red eyes. You never asked him why; you simply decided, perhaps because of your sister, he just tried to serve in her will.
The true reason was a different...
Right the moment you wanted to take a sip from your tea, you were taken to a sudden meeting. Everyone was there, every man who had worked for your father and now for Integra. Your sister, Seras, Walter, and of course the tall vampire himself. Standing imposingly next to your sister. When you entered the room, the air seemed to change. Your face was kind; you always were, yet the decisions you made made people wonder and look twice. Integra absolutely knew why you were so precious to the organization, even when your eagerness sometimes was a bit too much. An urgent mission was rising. A well-calculated unknown vampire would be expected, sent by the Major; they could gather that much intel for now. The problem was not only the vampire and the ghouls. It was Iscariot. They claimed the way to that point. Wanting to erase it themselves.
After you've been told the situation, it was the Integra who got the word.
"I need you to go with Alucard. Besides the fact that the Vatican is making more problems than we need, we can't afford to spill unnecessary blood. We need diplomacy."
"Diplomacy? And this is where you think I can pull that?" you asked her, not to mock, more like to make sure. "What I think is you do what is needed. And for any cases you've got Alucard with you, you'll need him when you actually make it through their barrier. He will fight off the vampire." Integra added before adjusting her glasses as she looked stern. Then your eyes drifted to Alucard. A smirk on his lips as he tilted his head. "It's been ages, hasn't it? We actually both go into a field." He said it like it was some casual dinner you would need to go to. But you heard the slight edge. When he wouldn't need to, he wouldn't, not with you. "Delighted I see. Anyway, you're there for my safety. Who knows if we meet this insane guy again." you shrugged, but your posture was still polite. "Which insane guy?" Seras asked then with wide eyes.
"I don't know his name right now. Met him once. This huge man, with glasses, is always muttering about the Holy Bible and the right of good. He got some blades, and besides Alucard, he is a beast in human form.... He gives off maniac vibes, not gonna lie," you explained then to her.
"Who (Y/N) means is my old friend Anderson." Alucard added smoothly before tipping his red hat a little.
"Friend we say now, to enemies?" you shot back when your head tilted up to meet his gaze through his orange glasses.
"Friend is what we say to people who have our respect and entertain us, my lady," he answered, and his smile widened just a fraction to show the hint of his teeth.
"The fact is, Anderson and the Iscariot are more than inconvenient in this scenario. We got a fragile peace of weapons when we respected their barriers as they respected ours, due to the situation." Your sister spoke sternly as she took a drag on her cigar.
"The situation just gets out of hand. The Major is a threat to the Iscariot and to us. As soon as this is over, they will try to get us. Just for the love of God." Walter meant, as he stood in perfect posture.
"You're our best chance to talk this out, (Y/N). Use your skills." Integra said.
"Use my skill. My skill was liked to be put away in a dusty old corner. Not meaning any offense, just stating the facts. When you say "my skill," you mean I need to make a statement." You pointed out then, your expression didn't really shift. This was when Alucard simply looked at you as if he saw a ghost. Hidden behind the glasses and the raven hair.
"A statement to pour blood, like you always used to, when it was inconvenient?" the dark voice asked. And this is when your face crumbled for just a second in confusion. You knew you were sometimes too eager. Yet, you remembered only one time when it actually came to a mess under your lead. Not that it was caused because you loved to have a mess. You wouldn't want to go that far to have blood splattered on walls. To have children traumatized because you had sent soldiers into a horde of ghouls. Sending those soldiers to their deaths as a distraction so the real army could take them out from the back. But still, it was not like you wanted it.
Even Integra now looked questionable over to Alucard. "What do you mean?" you asked him then. This is when he took a deep breath; it was like something flashed before him. Something from a time he yearned to forget. A past he didn't want to cling to, even when fractures of his long-dimmed soul told him different.
"A statement should be strong, my lady. Not just fear, but grabbing the root of the problem and showing enough consequences to actually make a difference." Alucard spoke then, smoothly turning his point.
What you didn't know, the vampire actually felt different about you, not just about your whole person, but lately things seemed to change.
It was a time for him; his ancient being didn't remember by mind, yet by the feeling he got when you were around. The way your brows pulled together when you were focused. Alone the way you were raising your head when someone called your name. And then this feeling when you looked at him.
Your eyes were kind, maybe a strong determination in them, but they were kind. It reminded him too much of someone he'd rather forget. Alucard was old, so very old, and history had been written; it's not like Mehmet had vanished with his death. Because the echo of what once had been, a friendship, a betrayal, too much memory.
And as the years passed by, as you grew older...you became more and more like that one man he knew he had a friendship with. It was to that Ottoman Empire. When cruelty ruled over reason. When gold and marble made a mighty atmosphere and yet might actually not have been loud, it was a silent claim. A claim that had been passed to Mehmet and then to Alucard. Both in very different ways.
And for once the vampire seemed to hold a certain fear in his heart...a feeling that long had been buried since nothing ever really could reach him.
So you two were now on the way; he was walking behind you like a looming shadow. Not hiding or waiting to strike. After all, your sister trusted in you not spilling blood. "Do you think Anderson will be there?" you asked him then as you walked down the streets that already had been closed off due to the heavy destruction. "Who knows that beast of a man is always looming somewhere? He is like a thunderstorm in summer, always looming close with a pressure you can taste in the air before it electrifies," he replied to you, when the usual smirk in his velvet voice was missing. It was still a little way to go; you knew already what you would say to the Iscariot. Yet something else was bothering you. This detachment in a way you weren't used to. Maybe it was the reason that Integra always was the first, and you came second, even when she didn't intend to. But no matter how wise you were, you were still a human.
"We need to work together, don't we?" was the next question, as if trying to pull a conversation with him. "We do. What are you referring to, my lady? That we don't? I'm here for your safety, and I keep the order intact when it's from your sister, my master." There it was, that little edge, even when he told you that in a calm voice. But you felt it in your heart.
You sighed before your feet now finally stopped. You even could listen to the sounds of the ghouls a few streets away. The low noise of a fading fire. And that smell, the smell of burnt flesh. A destruction just right for a monster. A surrounding absolutely perfect for it. You took your heart and looked now up. Into his crimson eyes. He was so handsome, that raven hair that flew in his face and simply framed those perfect features.
"It's the fact that I feel like you're trying to avoid me. I know I'm not perfect; I'm human, unlike you. As far as my knowledge goes, humans will always make mistakes. So would you mind telling me what's mine so we can get this out of the world?" You let him know what bothered you, making clear you knew you weren't invincible or untouchable; you never claimed to be. You were just eager. And for Alucard, you were too clever for your own good. "So you want to know what my problem is, little human? Since when does this disturb the peace of you? Aren't you occupied with achieving greatness?" It was not like he put hate in those lines, even when they cut. He even could see it in your face the way your brows furrowed just a bit. Composure cracking.
"Achieving greatness is not a wrong goal. Whenever I would be pleased and content, I would never grow further. You know that. You know how humanity works. So tell me, what disturbs you? I feel it when your presence is in the air. When I speak, you turn it off smoothly with that vampire charm. And everyone stays put and says nothing. What is so different? You didn't used to treat me like-" before you could speak further, he actually crouched down. He was just as tall as you at that height.
"You got a smart mind, a mouth that speaks so many clever words. Always being careful in your next step, even when you're not flawless. You do what needs to be done, no matter the cost. And you live with the consequences. You remind me of something I can't put my mind on at all. A time I can't remember without haunting visions when I dream. You unsettle me because this is the demeanor I know. As if I know what you will say the next moment. How do you try to turn it on your terms to get more than what is even requested. Stop proofing yourself." Alucard spoke; it was dark and serious. Those red eyes felt heavier than usual on you. And you had this lump in your throat. You unsettled him? How could you unsettle someone like him? You were a human, not even mighty in power, just in mind and words. You were born second; you couldn't even do as much as you would like. Yet your intentions never had meant harm.
"Then tell me what to do so that I don't unsettle you," you said, your voice lower, and for a moment it was like Alucard's mind wandered...
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"Then tell me what is required to do so I don't unsettle you, my friend." A booming voice was heard through the room. Alucard had been young, a time before he was that creature of the night who could rip out hearts in no time. That mighty vampire was not more than a young man, blue orbs that looked at the man he called friend.
"Stop taking more than what you need. Those men already gave you their lives. Don't put it over the edge when you don't need to," he said, and it had nearly been a plea. Alucard shared a lot with Mehmet, even his past that had been haunted by abuse.
"They give their life for free, my friend. They want it bigger; they want a life of purpose. Tell me, Alucard, what is life worth without a purpose that is worth dying for?" the young Sultan asked him, black curled hair on his head as his eyes intensely looked at Alucard's pale features.
The golden glow of the lamps and the dancing shadows just add to that eerie mood right now.
Mehmet once had protected his friend from those people with too much power. One of the events that shaped him to become that cruel general he would be later. Also just a boy now who hoped the world would heal someday. Wasn't it enough what had been given? More blood? More gold? More power for people to abuse the weaker ones. To break a spirit. "They want it...yes. But do they even know the true price for it? When you taught me one thing, it was not to break. Yet you keep pushing your own soldiers." Alucard meant it, and it was said with a hard edge. His face formed into a picture of clear disregard.
"You need to imagine what we can build on it, Alucard. What we have when they lay down their lives for it. We could protect what you always yearned to keep intact. No more injustice towards the noble. No more raped women who beg for their child. No more kids that had been dragged like you to powerful sultans for their entertainment. No kids in the war. Don't you see this vision?" Mehmet asked him as he stepped closer, and the shadows danced on his face.
"You want what's best. But you take it the wrong way. You don't want them to end up like me? Then make a statement in disapproval and form it instead of doing it the wrong way. Don't take too much too fast. It will tumble."
Once that deadly vampire also just had been a young man, with hopes of understanding. A wish for safety. Yet where did he end up finding safety? In the very darkness that had taken him from sanity as it snapped. When he became Vlad.
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"Alucard?" Your voice brought him back as you still looked in his face. Your voice has shifted differently now. Were you truly like the man he used to know? He used to call a friend.
Or was it the mere feeling you seemed to awaken in him?
And for one moment he just looked at you, this time not only with that cold demeanor he seemed to have now when he saw you. A fraction of warmth. You weren't Mehmet; you were your own person. A part of him knew that. The other seemed to get lost. He took a deep breath. When you felt a large hand cradling the side of your face.
"You think big, and you mean good. Just don't lose the goal by trying to reach more than you were born for." Those words came from his lips in a caress this time.
"More than I was born for?" One of those questions you couldn't make out what he meant.
"Sometimes someone is born just to run up that hill, and sometimes they were born to change aspects and perspectives. You have talent, my lady. But don't forget your humanity. You don't have to achieve something; your soul was not meant for doing. That's the turning point," the vampire explained as you just wondered for a moment. You knew Alucard had seen more than anyone else, always something that amazed you as a child. When you eagerly asked him for stories of that time. When you wanted to know what really happened, not just what is written in history books. Yet that one part of him didn't want to push you away. It was unusually twisted with him now. You had just slightly tilted your face into his palm. There it was, that flicker of kindness. You weren't overachieving, but you were so eager for your age. So pretty, the same eyes as his one friend. The same cleverness he used to bring by the table.
"You know, sometimes I miss it... That you look at me. That anyone looks at me. I don't want the pity; I just want to get recognized, and not only because of what I might do, but as me." You confessed, softer now in tone. Something he also had heard of from Mehmet. He had been a Sultan, while you...you were (Y/N), driven by a strong purpose to get the best out of it and make it work. You put in hard work and patience. No sultan, but close to being one when times would be different. "You miss that a pair of eyes is not only seeing that shell," he pointed out, and for once it was a slow moment between you. Unsaid what it meant. But it was there. "I miss that people see more than only being the second. I feel like sometimes they just seem to forget I can be someone. That I am someone. I'm not insecure; I just want someone who is...proud of me." Rare words of a vulnerability you let shine through. When you two heard a noise from a bit further away, both your heads snapped up. This is when this moment was over...
By the time you two actually made it to the camp from Iscariot, it currently held its position here and defended everything else around it. "We need to talk with Maxwell. Do you see any weapons? I believe not. We're not here to break the current peace. We just need to get through it," you explained to a nun whose black hair and eyes were not visible, one of the girls Anderson actually recruited and raised as his own. The discussion took a bit, but as if it was summoned, that tall, broad shadow of Andersan actually came through. That guy was already fire and flame to actually attack that vampire. You were the only shield between it. "What? Sir Integra now sends her sister? Are you even aware of what it means when you march through our territory now?" Anderson asked you, but his stormy eyes had been fixed on Alucard the whole time. "You will talk with respect, won't you? Or do I need you to remind me of the last time we met, Anderson?" Alucard asked him, Ready to defend your word?, simply because of the order he got. And maybe because, no matter how much you sometimes unsettled him...you were something he couldn't let loose.
Although things seemed to escalate, it was not because of their argument. More because hell broke in... Ghouls, and not just that vampire that was told about. Agents from the Major himself. Just a taste before the spectacle was actually coming. "To the East border!" Anderson howled. "This is not over, vampire, as it's not over for you, girl. You should hide her." Anderson advised, perhaps aware that, as a Hellsing like your sister, you were a virgin, which meant the scent of your blood drew creatures in. Even though you didn't think you were in danger as long as you had Alucard at your side. Perhaps you miscalculated, as Alucard actually got in a fight on a rooftop, and you had tried to find shelter behind a small tower. You had made it; your willpower was strong. How else should it be? But your body was not made to fight, not like that. You had gotten hurt at one point. You bled strongly on your arm and also had a wound on the side of your neck. How it looks being not injured was not that easy. As Alucard fought off the rest. All you saw was a flash of red, the dark sky, and smoke in the air, how it formed figures that got lost the higher they got. Would you die? No, you wouldn't; that was simply impossible with Alucard here, but still, the pain was a lot. Did you panic? Also, no, not more than what your body actually let through due to the situation.
But there was this feeling in your chest. Did you really go too far with what you wanted? You unsettled the great No-Life king with your whole mind. The way you acted and spoke. You were kind but still pragmatic enough to do what needed to be done, no matter if it meant that you needed to be seen as a villain for a moment. Born to be greater but forced to go along with everyone else. This was the little but fine difference between you and Mehmet, simply the era when you were born. And every time he looked in your eyes, he saw a friend that once had been and still a betrayal that had hurt the very core of him. Not the vampiric part of him but the long-forgotten human one...
The situation maybe got a bit out of hand, but not so much that Alucard transformed; he was still in his red coat, no count, and of course not the Level 0 form of him. "Alucard..." you said; your voice was strained as a cough followed. "Hold on, tough one. You won't bleed to death with me," you could hear. Although as the time ran over, it felt different. The wound on your neck seemed to have gotten deeper than you had thought. Could you really deduct yourself so much? Was he right in the end? You were on the edge of falling unconscious. Maybe that is the reason why your mind felt troubled.
Yet before your body could tilt sideways, there it was. That familiar cold feeling on your side. You were not strong enough to sit up now. So his towering form was beside you. As you then turned your head upwards, something seemed to hit him. Different from before. Because your eyes were filled with a complex shadow. You wanted love, but you didn't want to commit. Because you were afraid it wouldn't be enough, that everything you wanted to build was too little. Greater, bigger, more powerful. You wanted to be remembered, and he could see it. That beautiful girl was in the study and planned the best strategies just for a special outcome. The same nights Mehmet had spent planning war...those same eyes that hold the same shadow. Just a different coin, a different time, and now a different person.
Alucard's features turned nearly soft; something warm spread over his face. "Do you think you're dying, my friend?" he asked then, and you had never heard him call you "my friend." Even half-conscious, your brows furrowed slightly. "Maybe I should feel how you felt it. You live way too long now, don't you?" You shot back a weak attempt to cover your uncertainty for once. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face with his long, pale fingers. "I do, and you never did notice it," he replied, and for a moment everything around seemed to stop. The ghouls had been only a red mess on the ground. The rest was burning and calling for help, but Iscariot would take care of it below. Here on the roof, it was quiet. The tang of blood still clung to both of you now. "You always look at me as if I disappoint you, and now you look at me as if I would be worth every sacrifice you could make. Tell me why. You're twisted... I know that. In a way maybe not even I might understand. But why?" These words were a whisper as you looked at him through your lashes. "You had betrayed me once. You made me love an imagination of mutual understanding; what remained had been a blood sport." He spoke, his arm cradled along your form, and you felt he hadn't talked with you now. But it did not feel foreign.
"You made loving me a blood sport," he added, and his thumb had been on your chin. "Who am I to you?" you asked him as you felt a trickle of blood coming out of your mouth. He wiped it away and smeared it along your skin. "You had been a friend, you had given me knowledge, you had taken my hostage. A friendship bordered on obligation. Not always, but at the very end, wouldn't you say that too?" What he saw was your face; the feeling was real.
"You remember a time I wasn't born, Alucard," you told him, feeling your body growing weaker as he cradled you closer. "Your body was not born, but you have his mind; you speak his words. Just the time is wrong. You feel wrong as you feel right, my dear," he murmured before he actually licked your blood off his thumb. That raven hair in his face as he stood up with you. "Is that the reason you avoid me? Because whoever you had been, that human part of you remembers it?" you asked him then. "I know I'm not fair, not to you. Yet I do care. Tell me, do you feel something there?" he asked you as his red eyes traced down to your heart.
"I feel a void of something that no matter how much I try to fill it will only grow hollower with every time I fail or even every time I win. This world is not made to let me be great. Maybe I was not made to be great," you confessed in your bleeding state as your hand trembled when you laid it on his hand. "You forget something..." he told you then. "Maybe you already had lived a life where you achieved that greatness you yearn so much for, my dear. And your mind, as your soul just searches for something to hold on to. As mine is holding onto yours..." and with that your eyes fluttered shut as if for the first time in decades someone told you to rest. Maybe a part of you had been a Mehmet in another life. Maybe you had already achieved greatness and didn't want to lose that one twisted soul that was anchored so deep in that undead being that carried you to safety.
"Sleep now, my dear. Because when you wake up, you will be a version of yourself that you couldn't be when I was feeling the air in my lungs," he murmured to your limp form. And the look on his face was truly tender. No avoidance from now on. You had lived a life before you were born; he had watched, and he had felt a bitter betrayal of loyalty. But humans can change, right? And as much as Alucard adored humanity, he had always been afraid of yours. Now he would try not to be...because in the end this was your rebound chance. And you still had been stuck with him, no matter if you knew it or not.
And he decided he would try to let it in because it already took root in his undead heart...you were a memory of a life that had been ended in blood and gore. Maybe you would be the key to filling it now with love...
The grumpy janitor actually liked you. Watching how you cleaned the last things in the cinema before he got a weird feeling he shouldn’t wait too long to ask you out. Because in another life things had been different…
Hello friendos ✨ this here was just a little idea to bring that alternate ending together with the reality of what happened. 🙈 idk I feel like I combined a cute fluff with the most sad thing ever. I don’t like to make one of my husbands cry 🥲💖 anyways have fun with it 💖
Wordcount: 1,9k
Warnings: fluff and angst, but it’s more fluffy I swear 🥹
"I see you're shining bright like the sun after you came out of the cinema," you teased him a little, a bright smile on your lips as you watched him coming out and grumbling about the mess those teenagers made.
Levi, the janitor here. You knew him well enough since you always take the late shifts, and he is also the last who cleans here.
"People are too stupid to eat popcorn properly. We should make stricter rules," he meant as you heard how he put the mop back in the bucket.
"Stricter rules? "Like, what about not breathing too hard in the popcorn bucket?" you chuckled as you wiped the counter. You smelled like butter and popcorn and maybe some false decisions you made when you were younger. Yet you always had this smile on your lips. That gleam in your eyes, something that made the always-annoyed janitor just a bit softer.
Levi's steel blue eyes caught on a spilled spot of coke. "When it's necessary, yes. They don't need to breathe at all," he shrugged as he watched how you cleaned that spot.
"The shift is nearly over; are we walking together again?" you asked him then in that sweet voice as you turned around and started cleaning the slushie machine.
"Don't say it as if we would be best friends," that shorter man said, yet the bite lacked it.
"Well, we're not. We are co-workers who really like each other," you replied, and he could listen to that stupid grin on your face even when he only saw your back now.
But instead of shooting one of his lines back and waiting for you, he seemed a bit irritated. A feeling that didn't let go.
"Whatever. At least you clean that thing for real and not just rinse it like Miche." Levi now leaned against the counter. You left everything spotless; you were reliable and, well, someone truly kind. He never even heard a regrettable word out of your mouth. Yeah, you liked gossip and always told him on the late shifts. But never did you truly hate on people; you always carried your heart on your sleeve, and somehow the world didn't crush it.
And for a few weeks, there was this thought. A thought he put in the back of his head on purpose. Maybe, just maybe, he should actually ask you out. Why? Levi does not know why. Usually he does not really do feelings. They were complicated, because no matter how distanced he seemed, he wasn't at all.
He cared about the kids who came in every week. You knew them, Falco and Gabi. How they sneaked in every time after the film already started, and on some days he actually looked away on purpose and didn't pull them out. He knew what it was like to grow up with nothing. He wouldn't take the little joys from a kid away. Levi cared about the teens, the goth girl Mikasa, that one nerdy guy Armin, and most of all Eren, who simply seemed to be more invested in actually spending his time with his friends more usefully. Growing up to be an adult wasn't easy, was it?
But that grumpy and strict janitor cared about you too. You waited up for him, and you smiled at him and didn't get scared just because he wasn't playing fake politeness. You took him as he was even when he didn't smile, even when he had a bad day, and even when he just lashed out at one of your coworkers because they spilled something on a freshly cleaned spot.
But there was this weird feeling he got lately, as if time were running out...
"(Y/N)," he said your name before he actually knew what he would say. Even though he sounded so secure when he talked. "Hm?" you asked as you turned around as you were done cleaning the slushie machine. "The red one is always a bit stubborn, but look, it's spotless. You can see your reflection. "Wait, just let me...oh yeah, that's your angle," you said to him as you held a piece of the machine up and angled it so you could see that sharp jawline.
That black-haired man let out a huff and pulled his eyebrows together.
"Fucking retard," he replied before he leaned in just a little closer....
"Still, you're not so bad like the others," followed right after it as his eyes landed on your face; he could watch how it lit up.
"Oh? Is that a compliment? That's new, but I like it. Thank you," you answered, and you build the slushie machine back together, now freshly cleaned.
"Don't get used to it." Levi added before he took a deep breath. But before he actually asked what lay on his heart, he seemed to be in deep thought....
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„(Y/N)!" That name on his lips felt wrong now; it felt colder. It actually felt like something that hurt. Because when he yelled it, it was not out of joy. You two were always together; you were like a little shadow that was too clumsy. He always noticed you, yet something felt missing when you weren't around. You were part of his squad, and you actually were the only one who actually survived long enough. Your presence meant something.
Even when he refused to acknowledge it, he grew attached. And for years you seemed to be the very last of those things that maybe were worth dying for the cause. Yet it was never him who died....
And so it came to that one turning point. When the mission came to save Eren from Marley, to get him back when he inherited the Warhammer Titan.
You were part of it, you were secure, you were experienced, and you were known to not fail. The first plan was that you go with Levi, although plans had been switched up at the last second since one of the soldiers who actually needed to come deserted. You would need to lead another small squad.
Gods, how he argued, how he frowned, and how everyone got into the pissed-off mood. "I'll be back in zero seconds; you won't even notice me gone, Levi," you had said, bright and always speaking his forename, not even his title, as you laid a hand on his shoulder. Although he could see, your goodbye didn't seem finished. As if you wanted to say something but didn't dare...
Yet now....before he made it to the beast Titan as it was planned when you should have met him around the next block, you didn't come. Some younger soldiers came flying by and were in sheer panic. What he found when he got to you was you being left by your comrades. A bloody wound on your lower half and blood on your chin that came out of your mouth.
"I told them to leave; this here is bigger than me." you had coughed. He hated that you were right; it was bigger. Because all of Paradis clung to that. Not aware that all of humanity did, actually.
"Don't talk bullshit; you're not allowed to die. I didn't command it." He knelt beside you when you looked up. And there it was, that fragile, sweet thing. You were so afraid. "I'm so sorry.... I didn't want to disappoint you." Your voice just grew weaker. "You could never disappoint me, (Y/N). You don't get to die, you hear me?" because for one moment, he just wanted to be delusional; he couldn't afford to let it sink in that you would die here.
"Levi, my lower half was ripped out; I can't even stand. When I move, I bleed out faster. You need to get back." Your lower lip trembled.
"Can you just listen to me for a moment?" you asked him then as your eyes filled with tears.
"I was always too shy to say it....since I thought we had time. Like, I wanted to ask you out after we would have made it. After we saved everyone. I mean, I followed you everywhere.... I still would when I could. Because under all that gruffness you've got a bigger heart than you let on. I liked that...a lot." It was when your voice cracked and the tears finally slipped. His hand came up your cheek; there were no tears in his eyes. He never cried at all.
"In the end we would've stayed in the quarters with something the corps cooked because I hate the hygiene standards in every other restaurant. You would have dressed up way too much for me, and I still would spend the time looking at you. Because you're the only light in the room, you always were." he finally said. You two didn't have time. Not as much as you wanted. Or maybe you had, and both of you thought that the moment never was the right one. The time ran out in the end. "In another life I would be your girl....because I love you, Levi." was the last word you managed to say before your body fell limp, before the hard realization set in: he couldn't save you...
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"Earth on, Levi?" You waved a hand in front of his face before he snapped back, his eyes landing on your face as he seemed to have an unsettling thought. "Are you alright? You look like you saw a ghost?" you asked him then as you noticed he had been in deep thought.
"Nothing, they play this fucking Attack on Titan movie the whole week; it fucks with my head." he snapped back and told you as he gained back his composure.
He suddenly just got the feeling he shouldn't wait too long. He shouldn't just stand there and look at you, watching you smile and waiting for him to walk home.
"Anyway..." he started then, putting now finally the cloth in his hand to the side as his eyes intensely looked into yours.
"Yeah, yeah, I know 'Don't forget to clean the register.' I already-" before you could even speak further, he cut you off.
"Do you want to go out with me?" It was asked so suddenly and calmly that you just looked at him for a second, as if he talked about the upcoming weather.
"Pardon me?" you asked, confused, and he hated when he needed to repeat himself.
"I asked if you wanted to go out with me." but he still repeated, just because of you.
"Me? I mean, are you sure?" You were flabbergasted when you were honest. And this was the moment the cool composure cracked; a shy little blush crept over his nose as he looked at you with a furious face, but you were too adorable that he could be truly mad.
"You could just say no when you don't want." he snapped, then a bit when you shook your head hastily as you came around the reception.
"Oh, no, I want to—I mean, I would love to. I just didn't think you actually would be asking me out. I mean, this is like the wonder I waited for for months; I'm just surprised." you confessed a bit sheepishly. Months you had already been waiting for him to catch up.
He gave you a warning look; you should not play with him, but you did. He knows that. "You don't have a shift on Saturday. "I'll come pick you up at 7." he said to you as he waited for you to agree on that day and time. "Oh, of course. At 7, I will be ready. I will get pretty for you." you meant, and your joy about it barely was contained....
But you were right in the end, no matter the universe...in another life you would be his girl. Because he didn't let it happen and let the time run out.
I am doing a proof read tomorrow for something new to upload. Do we want a Aki from Chainsawman smut ooooor something tender and fluffy with Levi from Attack on Titan? 🌚🌚🌚 also it would be the first time I write something for Aki 🙈🙈
feat. Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith
Hello my dear people 💖💖 sry that this smau took a little longer. No joke I am a person with a very unstable and toxic mom. And currently things are so well. So what do we do when things are in our heart? Exactly we write a smau with it 🤣🤣🤣💀🤌🏻 so still I do like that angsty scenario because well, I do would feel very comforted by them 💖💖 Enjoy ✨
When he finally comes home to you the last sweet thing he probably is going to have as a soldier. And he is absolutely smug and gone for you.
Hello friendos ✨✨ I know pip is not the most popular character. And I rarely see stuff of him since Alucard (my first love 😮💨😮💨) is so all consuming. But I thought I try to make something very Pip coded with a fluffy vibe even with this little French note 👀. Sooooo when you like Pip, here you go fangirlies 💅🏻💅🏻✨✨💖
Wordcount: 1,1k
Warnings: fluff, just tiny bit suggestive nothing heavy
He can just be with you. A rare state, just lay there in your lap. Breathing in the fresh air of an early fall.
Sun beams that cast a dimly golden glow in his natural red auburn hair. He was smug, mostly.
A cocky bastard, all fun and jokes until the job needs to be done.
And he had jobs. He always had jobs. But currently you were the only job he wanted to do.
Pip Bernadotte, a busy, tall man.
But you, oh, you were his anchor. The first thought he has when he wakes up and the last when he goes to bed. And not just in that romantic way. Like, yeah, he loves you; he adores you. But it's that kind of obsession that comes with a bitterness of being a soldier.
You possibly always could be the last truly sweet thing he saw. Always reminding himself of the form of your eyes and nose, the contour of your cheekbones. The way your lips brightened into a smile every time he came back.
Just like now. When he walked through that door, just to be totally smug about it. "Told you I'd be back, cherie, no?" speaking with that French accent. What was so satisfying to hear, especially with the smirk in his voice, was the trouble it caused. "You always say that, but I need to make sure you're whole." You laughed at him before you felt how his strong arm wrapped around your waist. The other joined in too, pulling your body closer with a reference that made clear he missed you. Pip is more the guy to let his feelings speak through physical touch. Drawing you closer, stroking the apples of your cheeks. Tilting up your chin or even when he just massaged some circles in your soft thighs. All ways that spoke a little "Je t'aime" (I love you).
"Oui, wohle? Do I look like I'm missing a limb?" he asked you before grinning down at your smaller frame. When you laid your hands on his broad shoulders. "Let me test that myself, Romeo," you said with that teasing tone and the little glint in your eyes, before your hands felt up my arms.
Feeling some tense but warm muscles through the layer of his coat. "When you continue like that, ma belle, I'm not quite sure if I really don't want to lose a limb," he murmurs, the tone just a little softer. Flirty and cocky, but he meant it and not just in the way that, he said he wanted you in his bed.
Watching how your delicate fingers traced his frame. You were glad he was back, maybe not for long, but he was. And he was yours, as you were his. And this was what mattered.
"Lose a limb and you can learn to make your favorite drink yourself," talking back with a drawn-up eyebrow. Before he then grabbed your waist and picked you up just to twirl you around the room, but of course you're not so easily off the hook, are you?
Not with Pip Bernadotte. "Wrap your legs around me, cherie. And give your man a smooch; I earned it," before he grabbed the back of your thighs.
Holding your weight up as if this were nothing. He just wanted to feel his pretty girl in his hands after that time. He showered; you could tell it. Just so you would not see the sprinkles of blood or smell the metallic note of guns. Pip smelled like sandalwood and, somehow, cinnamon. Just so you buried your face against his neck. Red hair tickling your skin. How you missed it, this feeling. This warmth.
"A smooch? How should I not when this man here went showering before coming here?" You chuckled before lifting your head, and then his lips were on yours.
A kiss with him was like an autumn breeze, warm and prickly, making you have a chill down your spine in a good way. With that longing he first tried to suppress. But rough lips are growing needier. A groan came out of his mouth. So touch-starved when away from you, just so in love when feeling you so close pressed against him.
Your arms crossed behind his neck as he held you like this. Lips smacking together, and his breath caressed your cheek. Just one second when you both needed air before his tongue traced your bottom lip. And as soon as you let him...his tongue tangled with yours.
"You are too good to me, cherie. I love to come home to this. To you," mumbling against your lips before he started walking. Safe steps in the direction from the kitchen counter. Before placing you down there.
"Babe, we can't make a mess in the kitchen again. Wait at least until we go upstairs." You giggled before, and with a last greedy smooch, he let go of your lips. Kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. "I learned from my past mistakes. I am here for my welcome home drink. You said you will make it, ma belle," flirty and teasingly with his calloused hands on your thighs, right by the counter next to the fridge. "I said you can make it yourself when you lose a limb," you corrected him.
"Oh, I heard what you said. But I didn't lose a limb, no? So let me have a drink made with the pretty hands of my woman. And then just exist in your lap. You do that for me, ma petite?" His voice was rough, but you heard how masked it was. That man, with his eye patch and his sarcastic remarks, missed you. Just wanting to have a moment of peace with you.
"I see, sooo your usual Vieux Carré? Although I really don't understand what you have with this drink," you meant then before hopping down the counter and getting the stuff for that cocktail with the French influence of Cognac.
That drink always reminded you of his hair, that color, even when it shone a little gold, but somehow it framed the vibe of this man perfectly. That eyepatch and the hat? This long auburn hair, the ruffled coat used on the edges. The smell of gunpowder and smoke. That was him. And yet the tenderness that was layered underneath...
So this is how it came to this, his head in your lap, your fingers running through his soft hair. His eye closed, smiling as if nothing in this world could hurt him. Sipping his drink and having you humming. "This is just what I needed. Perhaps I should think about an early retirement. Just so I can be around you. Have your warmth against me. Sun shining down. When life actually feels good," he spoke this as if he really saw the vision in his head. Probably because he did. Because with you that soldier actually felt at ease without the need to prove anything....
Hey! I hope you're doing well, you're a wonderful writer. ~
Can I have a Tseng and Reno x K-pop idol!reader, please! (if imagine there's a concept for such groups in the FF7 universe.)
I just find the vibe and dynamic between the rather secretive Turks and the star idol so delightful. c:
Ohhhhh thank you 💖
I love the concept. I made once a kpopidol!Reno headcanons. But having kpopidol!reader x -Tsend and Reno? Uhhhhh that’s sooo cool. I will definitely do that. I‘ll tag you when I wrote it 🫶🏻 thank you for the idea ✨✨
If possible I'd really love another Alucard x Maid! Reader fic, of them doing errands together around London during a rainy day, Reader being cold and tired with her supportive vampire lover
Awwww that’s sooooo cute 🥰 of course I will write it. And the scenery with raining London is sooooo nice 🤌🏻🤌🏻✨ I will tag you when I write it. I still have one Alucard request open right now so what I am writing after that comes yours ♥️♥️🫶🏻
feat. Neji Hyuga, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Kankuro, Kiba Inuzuka, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha
Hello pretty people ✨✨ we’re back with a new Naruto Smau. It took some while 😭🤣 but I though the topic when you’re wearing something revealing and they may be act a bit possessive 🌚 have fun and enjoy 💖
Weird idea but I am thinking about making a little Reno story. I was watching Zoomania and Nick Wilde reminded me so much of Reno🌚🌚🌚 sooooo why not a Y/N that is similar too Judy Hopps. And this whole thing is like a Hybrid AU? Like Fox Reno👀👀✨ I am thriving on it. Sooooo anyone interest in a bunny!reader x fox!Reno? 👀
the fic was finished during a really hard moment in my life right now, and it was everything I needed and more, thank you so much for this, words can't express how much I adored it, I will be requesting again soon, thank you so so much 💜
I am so happy you liked it and I hope it helped you a little during that hard time 💖 feel hugged from me ✨ you’re welcome to do requests anytime 🫶🏻
✨I can't help when I see a Geto✨
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