hilson is so funny because it's Wilson going "we're not gay" and house going "he's lying btw lol" and simultaneously rsl going "house and Wilson aren't gay it's just bromance and everybody is too obsessed with yaoi" and Hugh Laurie going "house and Wilson probably fuck raw and cuddle afterwards"
Levi be the type of dad to let his daughters play with his hair and face and then come to work with the work they have done. He ignores the stares of the the soliders as he walks to the meeting room. As soon as he enters all the eyes fall on him but he ingores them and sits down. Hange bites back a laugh. "Don't." Levi says gruffly, the messy hair and the child drawings on his face were sure to draw attention his way but he can't say no to his kids when they are looking at him all happy eyed and hopeful and you're smiling softly while watching it all. He sighs, the things he does just for his kids and you to be happy...
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warnings: blood, blood drinking, established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader takes their shirt off (there are no sexual themes), if i’ve missed anything let me know
a/n: sooo another short one, sorry. i didn’t even remember i was supposed to do this until 8pm 😭 so i apologize if this feels rushed (cuz it kind of is…) the next day is cowboy, but idk if i’ll do it. i’ll surprise you with the next one i guess
admittedly, dating a vampire had it’s ups and downs.
nearly passing out from blood loss when allowing him to get his fix? not the best. but having been with you for a few years at this point, he knew just the right point to stop. not that it made it any easier, however you felt it was only fair to give something back in return for everything he has done for you.
now, it’d been a week or two since he last fed off of you. he’d always give you time to recover before his next meal from you. it helped him learn self control, but if he couldn’t help himself, he would have to go hunting. only small animals, such as rabbits or sometimes foxes.
it would be some time in the afternoon, giving your blood time to reach its regular flow rate. he’d always ‘initiate’ the same way.
“honey,” diluc says softly, his calloused yet gentle fingers brushing against your shoulder. “how are you feeling?”
“i’m okay. are you hungry?” you stand up from your seat at the dining table, turning your body to face him.
“yes, if you’re ready.” his hand remains in the same area on your shoulder, then slowly dragging his fingertips to the place on your neck with several scars from previous feedings. “here, or your wrist? whichever you’re feeling today.”
you ponder over it for a few seconds before deciding. “my neck is fine. here,” you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tilting your head to the side.
it was a simple routine now. diluc almost chuckled at how that had come about. the first few times he fed off of you it felt so awkward and unusual, and it was almost a beautiful thing how the strange became normal for you two.
“tell me when you need me to stop if i go too far, love.” he reminds you as he always does, as if you’d forgotten.
with that final warning, diluc places one hand on your bicep and the other on the side of your head before slowly sinking his teeth into your neck. you grunt at the initial pain, but having done this so many times, you learned how to deal with it. once diluc hears you take your usual few breaths to calm yourself, he begins to siphon the garnet coloured liquid from your veins and into his mouth.
as per usual, you felt the odd few droplets drip and leak down your shoulder, onto your back and chest, some even down your arm. diluc hated how messy he made you when he did this. not only did he have the guilt of literally draining the life from you, but also getting your beautiful body dirty. he would always take the time to clean you up after, though. but it wasn’t as if you would get angry with him for it anyway, you knew he needed sustenance, which was why you offered it in the first place when you first found out he was a vampire.
once you began to feel dizzy, you weakly tapped diluc’s arm with a gentle call of his name. he stops immediately, carefully pulling his fangs away from your neck as to not tear your skin any further. he cleans the remaining blood with his tongue, reaching into his chest pocket for a handkerchief that he’d use to apply pressure onto your still bleeding wound. he would always fix you up afterward, usually allowing you to eat something while he worked on your injury so you wouldn’t pass out on him.
“are you alright? i apologize, i think i dragged that one out a bit too long.” it was hard to take diluc seriously when his mouth and chin were covered in blood. it made him look like a child with a messy eating problem.
“it’s okay. i’ll be alright. just need to sit down.” your words are slightly slurred, nearly sounding as if you were drunk.
diluc helps you sit back down onto the chair you’d previously been in, still firmly holding his handkerchief to your bleeding neck.
“thank you, my love. i truly do appreciate that you do this for me so often.” there is pure love in his eyes as he says this to you. that look never changed whenever he would thank you for nourishing him. it was always the exact same look of pure adoration in his fiery eyes.
Thanks for the request anon❤️ i will definitely make more post war dadvi
Levi is sitting in his wheelchair by the living room window, taking in the nice spring breeze while reading the paper.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
A little girl aged six runs up to him, causing him to crinkle his paper shut as she hurries up into his lap.
“Isabel, what’s wrong?”
The little girl grins, showing a few missing baby teeth as she latches onto his shirt with excited fists. “Mommy told me you were a super hero!”
Levi’s head lulles slightly back in annoyance at the title. He’s a humble man; such titles make him uncomfortable.
“Oh? Why would she say that?” He asks his daughter, as he smooths down her black hair.
“My book is telling me about the giant people, and mommy said you killed all of them!” Isabel can hardly catch a breath as she’s so excited with finding out how cool her dad is.
Levi smiles. “Well…I did kill them…but with the help of a lot of other people. Uncle Jean, Uncle Connie, Auntie Mikasa, basically everyone you know helped daddy. Mommy too.”
Isbabel’s doe eyes widen. “Mommy?!”
With a chuckle, Levi boops her nose. “You know, mommy was one of the best fighters daddy ever saw?”
“Wooooooow!”
Levi nods his head. “She saved daddy a lot of times. Daddy fell in love with how great she is, so daddy married her. Now we have you.” He smiles as Isabel giggles when he tickles her stomach.
Isabel pauses to think for a moment. “Daddy…how do mommies have babies?”
Levi’s heart drops and he clears his throat. “Well that’s a question for mommy isn’t it? Why don’t you go ask her?”
His daughter nods rapidly and slides off his lap. Levi sighs in relief and watches as she pitter patters out into the hall, in search of you.
He looks out the window, deciding to enjoy the rest of his peace before you come and scold him.
warnings: mention of battle scars and burn scars, this is super short lol, gender neutral reader
a/n: super sorry this is kinda badly written and super short. i’m distracted and kinda unmotivated to write rn but diluc is super important to me so i can’t just not participate in aprilluc. next day i’ll be doing will be day 9: vampire!
lazy mornings with diluc.
they really are pleasant. lying down next to him in your shared bed, resting your head against his muscular, scarred chest. one of your hands running up and down, from his pecs to his midriff, occasionally tracing one of his many scars with your fingers.
some of the scars you knew not to touch, others you knew diluc would be delighted for you to run your hands over. there were a couple you learned the hard way that you shouldn’t even look at.
diluc was trying to overcome his dislike for the scars on his body. especially the ones on his chest and arms. he had been trying so hard to understand why you love to look at and feel them so much.
while the two of you were silent with thought and drowsiness, one of diluc’s large hands reached out and grabbed yours while it rested on his chest.
“sorry, did i touch a bad one?” your gaze turns to his face, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.
“no, no. could you.. do the constellation thing..?” diluc requests softly, a hint of embarrassment in his groggy voice.
you smile, nodding gently before diluc releases your hand, allowing you to do what he asked for. you use your index finger to move along his torso, moving from scar to scar.
“these make ophiuchus.” you pause, trying to play connect the dots with the dark marks on your boyfriends body. “mm.. oh, these make cassiopeia.”
diluc found this so comforting. listening to your gentle voice, feeling your fingertip slowly tracing the constellations on his skin, and not having to worry about work. he almost had to wonder if he was still dreaming.
once you had run out of ideas, you laid your hand down on his chest once more, placing a kiss on a scar he received from a mitachurl. it had become one of your favourites. all of his scars and imperfections simply added to his beauty.
sweet, lazy mornings like this, will always have a place in both of your hearts.
warnings: none! just ragbros being cute :) i will say though, this is NOT a romantic ship. kaeya and diluc are brothers. oh also this is kinda short lol expect that for the future ones too!!
a/n: so yeah i’m doing aprilluc ! not every day, since for some of them i have no idea what to write and also i am not writing every single day lmao.
“it’s time we catch up, brother. care to join me on a stroll?”
kaeya? inviting diluc on a walk with him? it’d been years since they’d gone out on a casual walk together. but diluc knew it was in his best interest to accept, so he did.
of course, he was a little iffy. as was kaeya, but along his journey to correct things between them, a little discomfort had to be experienced. diluc recognized that too, as much as he hated to admit it.
they never truly hated each other. they may have said it countless times, through arguments, through glares, through casual conversation… but it was never true for either of them. deep down, they held brotherly love, no matter what they’d gone through. but they’d never really admit it. not now, anyway. they both needed to heal and make amends, with each other and themselves.
wandering along the dirt path just outside of mondstadt, kaeya and diluc could see the bright beacon of light emitting from the statue of the seven near the large tree of windrise. it was a sunny, beautiful day. it was enjoyable. neither of them thought they’d enjoy a day with the other ever again.
“so, dear brother, how are things with the winery? business must be booming, i’d assume?” kaeya breaks the semi-awkward silence between the two, his hands behind his back as he walked slowly, matching diluc’s pace.
“they’re fine.” the red haired man replies simply, only realizing he sounded a little rude when the silence became painful again. he decides to bounce the question back to kaeya. “how are things with the knights?”
kaeya smiles softly. “fine, fine. jean asks about you a lot. i.. never truly know what to say. i always just tell her you’re alright. hopefully that’s true?” he looks to his brother with his uncovered eye, holding concern in his gaze.
diluc almost seems taken aback by kaeya’s concern for him. it’d been a while since they caught up, considering their current relationship, so it made sense for him to at least ask if he was okay… but genuine concern on his face was rare. that’s how diluc felt, anyway.
“..yes. i’m holding up alright,” diluc nods, clearing his throat quickly before continuing. “and you.. brother?”
kaeya’s eyes — well, eye — lights up at diluc calling him ‘brother’. despite kaeya frequently referring to diluc as his brother, he never quite heard it back unless it were under technical terms.
“i am as well.” the blue haired man pauses, looking down to his moving feet before looking back up to diluc. “i’d like to do this more often, y’know. it’s nice. calming. both to my soul, and my mind.”
diluc, who’d been staring ahead, turns his gaze to kaeya. his eyes seem to be widened at kaeya’s request to spend more time together, but quickly after, his gaze softens, a gentle, barely noticeable smile appears on his lips.
Summary: What started as a crush has bloomed into a full-on relationship, and for the first time in your life, you're ready to do more than kiss.
Out of all people, you would have never thought that he would be your boyfriend; the first time he came in, you had to force yourself to stop staring. You had only worked at the local grocery store for about six months, and while you had seen attractive people come in to shop before, you had never seen a man as handsome as him.
He was tall — with blue eyes and black hair, the dark tresses often tied atop his head. His topknot hairstyle actually made your lips quirk up into a smile the first time you saw him. The ponytail was just so small and, for lack of a better word, cute.
He didn’t go to your register that day, and although slightly disappointed, you were glad. Just looking his way made your heart rate speed up. Who knows how you would have embarrassed yourself if you had to talk to him.
The next time you saw him, he walked in with — what you assumed to be — his friends, a guy and a girl who appeared to be rather rambunctious, one rolling in on a shopping cart while the other tossed boxes of snack cakes into it. Or maybe, they’re roommates; you thought as they walked past, watching them head down the aisle as you scanned a carton of milk. You wondered if he liked milk.
He didn’t go to your register that time either — well, he almost did, but he pivoted this shopping cart at the last second and headed a lane over, even though your current customer had just checked out. He must really like waiting in line.
And every time after that, he did the same, always with that boisterous duo; he never went to you. It was such a regular occurrence you no longer felt nervous when he came in.
But at least you still got to admire him. Sure, he might be avoiding you, but he was still pretty. Handsome, just like the first time you ever saw him. Plus, there was no harm in looking at him, right? A girl’s allowed to have a crush.
Then one evening, he came in alone. Dressed in a short-sleeved button-down, he spent most of his time in the produce section, picking out fruits and vegetables before disappearing between the aisles, where you didn’t see him again until he emerged at the check-out line — your check-out line.
Placing his groceries on the conveyor belt, you stood in disbelief, the nerves you thought you had long forgotten returning.
“Hello,” with a nod, the man greeted you, his eyes looking into yours as your cheeks grew warm.
“Hi! Did you find everything okay today?”
Overly peppy, you continued, tapping a button on the cash register before you began scanning his items, trying your best to appear calm.
“I did,” he said.
For a second, your eyes met as you glanced up at him, nodding in approval as you kept scanning.
The silence that followed was awkward. Well, it was for you, at least. Time seemed to slow while you worked, and halfway through, attempting to ease the feeling, you commented on his choice of milk — your face filling with a heavy heat as soon as the phrase left your lips.
“Mmm, oat milk,”
You’re not sure what response you were expecting, but all he did was exhale an amused huff and nod at you, taking out his wallet as he prepared to pay.
Great, he totally thinks you’re weird now, you thought. The next time he comes in, he’ll definitely go back to avoiding you.
Plus, surely he’s already got a girlfriend, right? Now that you’ve seen him up close, it’s proven just how attractive he is. Maybe next time he’ll come in with her. Maybe, you’ll even get to see them kiss.
But that never happened because he didn’t have a girlfriend. He either came in with his two friends or alone. And while he didn’t always go to your line, he frequented it more often. Over time, you even got less nervous when he appeared, and your interactions grew less stiff. You even learned his name — Aki. The two syllables felt like a dream leaving your lips. Along the line, you even found out about his profession. He was a devil hunter. Not uncommon, but dangerous. You’d known people who had joined Public Safety before, and although things didn't usually end well for them, you had to stop yourself from thinking of all the terrible possibilities this could mean. At least, this explained the formal clothing he sometimes wore.
Even your coworkers started noticing that things were different. Every time Aki came in, they’d tease you, asking things like, “So, when’s the wedding?” and “Have you hooked up yet?” Their questions were lighthearted, but you refused to answer — it was fun talking about the man you admired, but they didn’t need to know everything.
That is until, months later, after a series of secret rendezvous, one of them had seen you and Aki outside of work — at a table for two at a local restaurant, where he asked for a taste of your food, and you giggled, leaning in with a pair of chopsticks to fed him. But the light kiss that followed was what really caught their attention.
So the next day, your closest work buddies threw a lunchroom celebration, where despite their playful banter, they made sure to share how happy they were for you. Your oldest friend, who’s twice your age, even mentioned that she “Could tell he was a sweet one” and “Always knew he had a crush on you,”
Her words were the highlight of your day.
Sometimes you still can’t believe you're really with him. The two of you are similar in some ways. But in a lot of ways, you aren’t. Aki smokes, and you don’t — but that’s good, he tells you. Aki enjoys drinking beer, but you’ve never liked the taste. So you sip on water most of the time. But that’s great too, he says. In fact, he should be more like you, he insists. Aki has been in a relationship before. He’s had sex — shared his naked body with someone other than himself — And you haven’t. Not even close. All you’ve done is kiss. But you haven’t told him that.
And while you shouldn't feel shame for such a thing, you do. Like when you go to his apartment and spend the night eating cereal together, honey-flavored grains swimming in oat milk.
“Hey, let’s do the crossword puzzle on the back,” you say, dipping your spoon in for another bite.
If this were a different cereal box, the game on the back would probably already be done. However, lucky for you, Power and Denji — Aki’s roommates that you met sometime back at the grocery store — keep their hands off his boxes of “grandpa food,”
Grabbing a pen, Aki hands it to you, looking on as you begin to fill out the small square boxes, lifting a finger every so often so he can point out an answer. And when the puzzle is complete — and your bowls are empty, he washes them as you get ready for bed, changing into your pajamas to wait for him in the bedroom.
Being alone with him in here makes your heart race sometimes. Although the only thing the two of you have done in here is kiss, you can’t help but think of what will happen when you tell him that's all you've ever done.
It’s only happened once before, but one time things got heated. Clearly more experienced than you, Aki's kisses grew fervent, his lips moving against yours with ease. Like the love interest in a romance movie, he moved with such seduction, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as his hands grazed the skin beneath your shirt. Your body grew hot, and for a second, you thought of letting him undress you, but instead, you gently pulled away — kissing one last time before you left to get a cup of water.
The memory makes you feel bad in a way. You should have just told him then, explained to Aki how you didn’t push him away because of what he did, but instead because you’re a nervous virgin. Or maybe you should tell him tonight — get it over with and…
“Did you already brush your teeth?”
But his question breaks you from the idea, and as you shake your head in response, you decide, maybe next time. Besides, brushing your teeth is more important anyway.
Four weeks later, you find yourself facing the decision again.
Your relationship with Aki has even reached a new milestone — you’ve said you love him. And with the faintest blush, Aki has said he loves you too.
In fact, he said it just moments ago before you kissed him — before you straddled him on his bed and began tasting his tongue. Slowly getting comfortable, you’ve started taking the lead with things like this now. It’s fun and exciting, yet, the idea of going further still makes you nervous.
It’s not like you don’t want to go further. You do, but you’re scared. Afraid that once you tell Aki, things won’t be the same, the flame will fizzle out, and he’ll leave you. Or even worse, he’ll use you for sex, and that’ll be the end of it — a cherry-popping dream come true.
“Hey, you okay?”
Caught on to how you’ve stopped and pulled away, he questions you, studying your expression as you refuse to make eye contact.
“Aki…” you mutter his name in quiet guilt, shifting about as you decide to rip off the proverbial band-aid, your heart pounding in your chest as you timidly confess, “I’m a virgin,”
“Huh?” caught off guard, his brows pull together as you remove yourself from his lap, your eyes growing glossy as panic sets in. If he laughs right now, then it’s over.
“I’ve never done anything, okay?” you hush, wiping away at your cheek.
You'll tell everyone at work that he's a jerk.
But Aki doesn't laugh. He doesn't chuckle; he doesn't even smirk. Instead, Aki thinks. He acknowledges your reactions — figures this information must have been weighing down on you for a while, and from what he can tell, you must be worried right now. And while to him, it’s no big deal, to you, it is. So in respect of your feelings, he does what he can to comfort you.
“That’s okay,” he gently speaks. “That doesn't change how I see you,” Hoping he’s not making things worse, he continues.
“Did you think it would?”
Peering up through dampened lashes, you nod. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s true. Before you got into a relationship with Aki, your lack of sex was never an issue — other than the fact that you’ve never been with another person, you did plenty of sexual exploring on your own. You’ve done things that not even your friends in two-year relationships had done, knew kinks by name, and even told them what kind of toys to bring into the bedroom. You know your body, and you know what you like. You’ve just never had anyone to share it with. Being vulnerable in such a way can be scary. And while no, you don’t have to say anything about it, you feel it’s best that you do.
“That’s why I wanted to tell you…before things went any further. I just need you to know. So, we can take things slow, okay?”
Shifting closer, Aki nods before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug, holding the back of your head as you press yourself against him, the scent of soap heavy on his skin.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” he whispers. “I don’t mind taking things slow,”
In his arms, you continue to listen, his acceptance putting you at ease.
“We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. Until you want to, alright?
In response, you nod, silently agreeing before you pull back, peering up at Aki as you wipe your eyes.
“What if I only ever want to hold hands?” you mumble.
“Then we’ll only hold hands...and I’ll still love you,” smiling down, he assures you.
Aki only wants to make you happy, and although he can’t guarantee he'll never make you sad or worried, he can promise to never make you uncomfortable.
—
“So, got any plans for the weekend?” your coworker asks from beside you, adjusting a can of corn as you reorganize the shelves before closing time.
“Actually, I do,” you say, the lilt in your voice soft as you continue working. “Aki and I are going to a new gyoza restaurant tonight. It just opened up,”
“Ooh, a date, I see? And will you be feeding him again this time?”
You give your friend the side eye, and they chuckle, the memory of when they first saw you together causing you to laugh along.
“And what if I do? Are you gonna be there watching like last time,”
“Hey, I just happened to be there,” your friend holds their hands up in defense. “It’s not my fault I caught you kissing mister topknot,” they tease. “Besides, I’ve got my own boyfriend to feed tonight,”
“Oh yeah, how is your cat, by the way?” Humored by your joke, you smile, peering over at your friend as they shake their head with a chortle. The end of your shift flies by when the two of you are together, and before you know it, the grocery store is closed for the night.
Once back home, you call Aki to let him know. Telling him that after you shower and get ready, you’ll call him back so he can pick you up.
“Alright, see you soon then. Love you,”
“Love you too, bye,” his voice carries over before hanging up, the end of the call leaving you eager to be with him again.
An hour later, he’s knocking on your door, standing outside your apartment with joy in his eyes when you open up to greet him — two overnight bags in hand.
“You ready to go?” he asks, silently admiring your features.
“Yup,” you smile as he takes your bags for you. “I’m so ready to eat too. I’ve been dreaming of this gyoza all day!”
Heading to the car, he chuckles at your enthusiasm. It sounds like tonight he won’t be getting any of your leftovers. Guess he’ll just have to order extra.
—
Four plates of fried dumplings later, the two of you have had your fill, and with the bill paid, you head back to Aki’s apartment.
“Denji and Power are out, by the way.” he mentions while unlocking the door, “But they’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, so enjoy it while you can,”
“Hey, don’t be mean,” you giggle, “I like them,”
“Yeah, yeah…”
With the place so quiet, you and Aki fall into what feels like a sense of domestic bliss — the tv on in the background providing a bit of sound as you go about helping him rid his fridge of spoiled food. It’s something he does every weekend lest he discovers a container of leftovers growing mold.
After that, he puts a load of laundry into the wash while you make a cup of tea — the last time you came over, he had a flavor you had never tried. You thought it was good, so Aki made sure to get more.
The two of you even brush your teeth together, which is nice because the minty fresh flavor of it remains once you’ve settled in bed — your upper half pressing against his as you kiss. Over and over, until the short pecks turn into your tongue running across his bottom lip, teasing him before he opens up and accepts, his hands sliding down to rest on your waistband as you pull back to catch your breath.
“Aki,” his eyes watch your kiss-swollen lips whisper his name. The warmth of your fingers resting against his jaw as he lifts his gaze.
“Yeah?”
Suddenly aware that you’re on top of him, he removes his hands from your hips — the subtle movement is a sign that he’s being cautious, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.
“You know, I still want to take things slow,” your heart rate speeds up as he keeps his eyes on you. “And I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way yet, but,”
Now Aki’s heart is racing. He’s almost positive that he knows what you’re going to say, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of pleasing you in any way doesn't get his body aching with desire.
“Can we try something?”
Your face blooms at the question, a sense of embarrassment washing over you as your boyfriend remains silent for a second, lips parting before he places his hands back on you and nods.
“Anything you want,” he murmurs.
And while it’s difficult to ask your first real boyfriend to finger you, you do it. You probably sound like a total dork, you think, but Aki thinks you sound cute — delicate, endearing, but not the least bit innocent as you softly ask, “Will you fuck me with your fingers, please?”
The phrase sounds so vulgarly sweet; Aki has never wanted to satisfy someone's desires as much as he does yours. With your words repeating in his mind, he nods, keeping an eye on you as you move off him, settling beside him instead.
Shifting onto his side, Aki leans in to kiss you, interlocking your fingers with his as he pulls back to ask, “Are you sure about this?”
He knows you’re the one who brought it up, but he still feels the need to ask.
Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you shake your head in response, “I’m positive,” you assure him.
Aki nods once more, bringing your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, one by one, until he lets go and places his hand on your hip, stroking your soft skin as you peer up at him.
Caught on by his hesitance, you pull him in for a heated kiss, reassuring him even further of your request with the tracing of your tongue against his lips — the wet muscle flicking against his as you glide your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, breathing out a moan while his hand travels further down, dipping into the waistband of your shorts.
“Can I?” he mumbles, thumb tracing against the fabric.
Agreeing, you shift your hips beneath him, allowing his hand to go all the way in, your lips parting in a shaky breath as his digits slide across the front of your panties, stopping just above your clit.
You’re glad you wore such a thin pair tonight, the friction of the lacy material already feels so good, and with each light circle Aki presses against you, you can feel the fabric dampen, knowing that soon, his touch will feel even better.
As he teases you, Aki is sure to gauge your reactions. He pays attention to your movements, focusing on bringing you nothing but pleasure. And when your hips grow more fervent, when your legs spread open further, he experiments with a few words.
“Oh, you’re all nice and wet for me. Aren't you?”
His voice is so low it’s impossible to hold back the moan in your throat. No one has ever said such a thing to you. But Aki can tell you like it. The way your clit twitches is enough to indicate that.
“Will you let me see?” he asks.
You’ve never felt so needy before, eagerly nodding before he kisses your nose and leans away, settling on his knees so he can undress you. You haven't been this nervous in a while — but it's a giddy nervous, and each of Aki’s tender movements helps ease you. He’s slow, gentle, and careful of where he touches you as he kisses the swell of your knee, peering up at you while he glides his hands up your thighs. Everything he does is with your desire in mind.
The veins in his hands flex while he grabs your hips, testing the waters once more as his fingers hook onto the sides of your panties — waiting for your permission.
Aki’s hands have always been nice to you, and as you shake your head in approval, you get lost in the vision of them, admiring how they look in this intimate moment as he undresses you, his long fingers pulling down your shorts and underwear until your core is exposed.
Flustered, your knees pull together as you catch him staring, his blue eyes focused on your sex as he swallows, his lips parting while he softly speaks, “You’re absolutely perfect,”
Your breath hitches, and he kisses your thigh before adjusting himself, moving up the mattress until he’s lying beside you. This position will be more comfortable, he decides. He can please you without his gaze being too overbearing, and the closeness of your lips will make it easier to kiss as he touches you. He’s committed to making this experience a good one for you.
“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, gliding a hand across your stomach.
Nodding, you lift the hem of your shirt, muttering out a quiet “yeah” as you pull it up to reveal your tits, your nipples pebbling from both the cool air and Aki’s stare. He silently curses at how good you are at teasing, leaning in to kiss you as his calloused hand moves up to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The stimulation has you moaning, bucking your hips into the air as his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive skin — the slickness between your thighs increasing by the second.
“Mm, Aki,” you mutter his name between kisses, your eyes heavy-lidded as you place your hand on his, guiding it down until it rests on your pelvis.
“I know, I know,” he hushes, “I want to touch you too, just gotta make sure it feels good for you,” he kisses your cheek and then finally; lets his fingers begin to explore.
They brush past the strip of pubic hair you shaved this afternoon, slowly making their way towards your pussy lips, where his fingers dip in to gather your slick as you spread your legs for him. Having Aki touch you like this feels like heaven, and you can feel the strings of your essence separating as you open up for him. His digits circles around your entrance a few times before trailing back up, stopping mid-stroke while he gently speaks, “Oh, you’ve got the cutest little clit I've ever seen,”
The sensitive nub throbs as he makes contact with it, a whine spilling from your throat while he languidly rubs it, his fingers returning to your slit before it becomes too much — if he had kept it up, you would have come in an instant, which isn't bad, but you enjoy the build-up.
Wetting his digits some more, Aki teases your entrance, kissing just below your ear as he quietly instructs you, “Just relax for me, okay?”
Nodding your head, you take a deep breath, staring down as he continues playing with your pussy, rubbing your slick folds up and down before slowly sliding his middle finger into you. The sensation has both of you gasping. Aki because you’re so tight and warm, and you because his fingers are so much bigger than yours. They’re thicker and longer, and as the discomfort melts he begins to move.
He sinks his digit all the way in before almost pulling out, repeating the movement a few times over as your half-lidded eyes grow wide, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you adjust to the feeling.
“You okay?” your boyfriend mumbles.
“Mmhm, your fingers are just…bigger than mine,”
Endeared with the comparison, he huffs out a laugh, kissing your lips while he sinks into you once again, swallowing your mewls of pleasure as he curls his finger this time, pressing against the swelled tissue of your g-spot. It’s like discovering the area for the first time all over again, and your brows pull together as your hips buck against his hand, your legs spreading further as you grab at your tits.
“That feel good?” Aki’s voice remains low, the sticky clicks of your cunt mixing in with the sound while you earnestly nod.
“Yeah…” you whimper, slack-jawed as you whimper on.“Yeah…I want more,” you plead, your lust-filled gaze meeting his while you desperately shift your hips.
You may not know it. You may not even be trying, but through each passing second, through each soft phrase, Aki grows more and more captivated in pleasing you — and knowing that he’ll soon be the reason behind your erotic gratification; has him happy to oblige.
He pumps his middle finger into you a few more times before he pulls it out, tracing along your clenching little pussy while he eases it back into you, his ring finger joining in this time as you breathlessly curse. His digits are so much thicker than yours, longer too. You think this feels good when you do it yourself, but having Aki finger you feels even better. Unrestricted as to how far your wrist can twist, this new angle allows you to feel things deeper, granting you a new level of satisfaction you could never give yourself.
When he feels your walls relax again, Aki begins building the movement of his fingers, pumping the two digits at a steadying pace as he kisses you, trailing his lips down your neck and across your chest. Grazing your nipple, his tongue laps at the bud as he curves his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. In search of repetition, your hips jolt into his touch, your cunt clamping down as Aki adjusts himself, “Gonna go a little faster now, alright?” he says, sliding his body further down for better reach. Slick with arousal, you’re taken aback by how easily he’s able to speed up his digits, your head thrown back in a heady groan as your pleasure elevates to another height, the sticky sounds of your cunt growing as Aki works his wrist, his palm brushing against your clit every so often.
Cute and high-pitched, your whines are intoxicating to him, swallowing them up between kisses while his fingers stroke your walls.
Your heavy lids make it difficult to keep your eyes open, but even in your lust-filled daze, you make it a priority to drop your chin and take a peek, to watch as your boyfriend fucks you with his fingers. So wet from your pussy, his hand glistens before you, your face flooding with warmth as you whimper his name, “Ah-Aki, Aki,”
You’re close; you can feel it — building up with every thrust of his fingers — with every graze of his heavy palm against your clit. Your skin is heating up, and your hips are jerking, grinding against him in search of more. Just a bit more of that pressure, and you’ll be falling past the edge.
Observant, Aki catches the way your swollen bud twitches and quickens his pace, rapidly pumping his fingers as you clench around him, the sloppy sound mixing in with your cries of ecstasy as he pushes all the way in, his palm grazing your clit as his fingers curl into the spot that has you keening. Repeating the motion, he watches your brows pull together as you shift your stare, meeting his gaze before he presses his forehead against yours. The fading mint of his breath fanning across your lips while he whispers, “You gonna cum for me?”
Your breath hitches as he pushes the heel of his hand towards you, the calloused skin rubbing against your sensitive nub while you press your knees together, trapping his hand in place while your brows crease, urgently nodding your head in admission.
“Yeah?” Aki gives his own little nod while continuing to work his fingers, hitting the spongy spot in the back of your cunt as you struggle to speak.
“Y-yes, yes fuck, please, ohh –” your words cut off into a drawn-out sob, your stomach clenching as you squeeze your thighs together, your body twitching while you dissolve into pleasure with Aki for the very first time — the reality of it all making your walls tighten around his digits even harder, soaking them in your essence as he works you through orgasm.
The sensation has Aki’s mouth falling open, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers as you curve into his touch, keening through the incredible high while you melt into him. Your shattered breaths catch on the tip of his tongue as he kisses you, tangling his wet muscle with yours — swallowing the moans that escape you.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Aki whispers against your lips as your clit throbs, his palm pushing down on the swollen nub, causing you to twitch in place while your climax begins to fade. As you relax, his fingers slow their pace, your body slumping into his as your heavy breaths grow steady, your half-lidded eyes catching sight of his digits pulling out of you.
You sigh as they leave you, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you hear your boyfriend mutter out a quiet “Fuck…” — Enamored with how you leak for him, how you’ve coated his thick digits in the creamy white of your pussy. How you’ve allowed him to share such an experience with you.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says as you lie back. The endearment has you lazily smiling, his lips pressing against the damp skin of your forehead.
“So perfect,” he repeats between kisses, tilting your chin to peck your lips.
A dreamy haze surrounds him as he stares down at you — your lower half still exposed as you peer into those beautiful cerulean eyes of his, thoughtlessly murmuring out loud, “So, do I have to give you a handjob now?”
The enchanting clouds dissipate as you realize what you've said, the apples of your cheeks growing warm as Aki's face goes blank — a tinge of regret traveling down your spine for even asking the question.
“Well, do you want to?” He calmly replies as you continue to look up at him, searching his gaze while you swallow the words caught in your throat. As much as you desire Aki — as much as you want to have him fall apart because of you; you’re not ready. At least, not tonight.
Prepared to see disappointment spread across his features, you silently shake your head, declining with a nodded no. But to your relief, Aki responds with an affirming smile.
“Then no, you don’t have to,” he says, “We can save that for some other time,”
“Are you sure?”
Kissing the top of your head, he nods, pulling back to assure you once again, “I’m positive,” he replies.
Not until you're ready.
— please do not modify or repost my work
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A/N: Aki is so boyfriend :') he's got such nice hands too
Heheh, thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, let me know! Kind comments are always appreciated ♡♡♡
boothill has balls of steel and a metal cock. I don't make the rules. He'd probably lubricate that shit with motor oil too because he's just like that.
And when he decides to go at it with you it's gonna be painful cause that shit is cold to the touch. cockwarming him is gonna be HAHA. no.
ANYWAYS GOODMORNING YOU ALL WHY WASN'T I TOLD THAT BOOTHILL WAS FROM HSR AND CYBORG SOONER BECAUSE HE'S NOT SAFE NOW.
tw for mentions of sensitive topics! some parts are 18+!
this is written out in long form, sorry, i should’ve just done bullet points but i’m only realizing this now.
here are some of my boundaries for what i will and won’t be writing!
i’ll start off with what i will write.
so, obviously i’ll write for the characters in the masterlist type thing (i’ll make a post with a few links for my info, this’ll be going into it) i have up.
i’m up to writing angst, smut, fluff, platonic relationships, romance, and familial relationships. if i left out anything don’t be afraid to ask!
i’ll write about pregnancy, marriage, breakups, dates, anything like that.
i will write yandere stuff, but only if it’s requested. however i will say right now i am not confident in my ability to do that! i’m okay with writing about stalking and perhaps (briefly mentioned) murder within these yandere fanfics. once again, i’m not confident in my ability to, and i’m not well-versed in yandere stuff. (nor do i condone those acts irl)
i’ll write about death, whether it be of a character or the reader.
i’ll write about reader/characters having a mental illness/disorder, but only if i know the illness/disorder well enough! a list of ones i’m comfortable writing would be anxiety (social, general, etc), depression, DID/OSDD (iffy), restrictive eating disorders, ADHD, and autism. if you headcanon a character i write for having any of these, feel free to request i write something about it and i’ll most likely do it! same goes for if you’d like to request something about reader having one of them and a character’s responses to it. (“responses” may be the wrong term, sorry, hopefully you get what i mean lol)
as for smut, i have a long list of kinks i will do. i’ll usually do the more “common” ones, like choking, begging, sub/dom dynamic, spanking, spit play, cum play/eating, bondage, etc. again, if you’re unsure of if i’ll do it or not, please ask. as for the uncommon kinks.. i’ll write feet. yeah. i said it. i’ll do feet. i’ll also do knife play and pegging. i can’t think of many else but as i said feel free to ask lol.
onto things i will not write.
i will not write incest. that includes step-relationships. kaeluc is a big no no for me. don’t even think about it.
i won’t write beastiality.
i won’t write pedophilia. anyone over 18 with anyone under 18 is not something i’ll write. i’m also uncomfortable with extreme age gaps, like 18-20 with someone 30+. if you’re going to request an age gap fic, please specify the age gap and you’ll see if i will or won’t do it.
if you’re going to request a ship between two characters, please don’t let it fall under incest, pedophilia, beastiality, or anything of the sort. i also will not do immoral ships, for example, gojo x megumi or megumi x sukuna. not only is megumi a minor, but gojo is like megumi’s father. as for megumi x sukuna, i wish i didn’t have to say this, but just because yuji is also a minor, doesn’t mean sukuna is. that is a thousands upon thousands of years old man/curse. if you ship them, please do not interact with me.
i won’t write about prostitution. it’s never really been my thing and makes me uncomfortable to read or write.
i will not write about miscarriages. i feel they’re too heavy for fanfiction. (however i will mention abortion. i won’t write it either though!)
i won’t write about gang members.
i will not write about rape. the only time i will mention that is if reader/a character has trauma surrounding it, but i will not write out the act or any details of it. i will write comfort for it if that makes sense? like a character comforting/being comforted by reader if that happened to them.
i will not write sexual assault/harassment, pretty much just reread the above as for why and what i won’t/will do with it.
i won’t do brainwashing.
i won’t do anything involving bugs. especially spiders.
as for kinks, i won’t do heavy bdsm, ddlg, age play, scat, and more. if you absolutely want to i’ll write piss, but i’ll most likely decline. not unless i really see your vision.
that’s all i can think of for now, thank you! again, absolutely any questions? just ask! i’d love to answer.
i’ve never really done a proper introduction on here, so i’ll do that now while i’m in the process of making my masterlist of stuff.
sooo i’m lucien, i’m 19 (20 on may 4th), and i’m canadian. my pronouns are he/him, and i’m a gay & trans man. my favourite colour is red, if you couldn’t tell.
my interests are anime, music, and animals (especially canines!). my favourite anime genre is action. my top three music genres are k-pop, metal, and rock! i’d say my favourite dog breeds but i can’t choose so my top three canines would be domesticated dogs, wolves, and foxes.
my favourite anime are attack on titan, death note, chainsaw man, and demon slayer. i like more anime than that, obviously, but those are my favourites as i said.
anime i’m currently watching (aka not finished): bungo stray dogs, jojos bizarre adventure, and blue exorcist. i also technically haven’t finished jujutsu kaisen but i have all the spoilers from the anime and manga lol. also i’m reading the tokyo revengers manga but i most likely won’t finish it.
my favourite bands are stray kids, korn, my chemical romance, green day, the gentle men, and nirvana.
my favourite games are genshin impact (3 year long special interest so far), overwatch 2, project sekai, and honkai star rail. i also play among us. don’t ask me how my impostor game is…
my favourite characters are diluc ragnvindr (genshin impact), levi ackerman (attack on titan), aki hayakawa (chainsaw man), l lawliet (death note), giyu tomioka (demon slayer), kaito (virtual singer), leon kuwata (danganronpa), leviathan (obey me), armin arlert (attack on titan), sebastian michaelis (black butler), dazai osamu (bungo stray dogs), atsushi nakajima (bungo stray dogs), and more.
i have 5 pets! i won’t be giving their names due to privacy reasons, but i will say i have 3 dogs and 2 cats. i plan on getting a ferret at some point in time as well.
i’m good with making friends, but our conversations would have to remain on tumblr, again for privacy reasons. as long as you’re within an appropriate age range.
i’d also like to mention my favourite youtuber/streamer is moistcr1tikal/penguinz0.
Hey!! I love your post!! Could you write something about thug!levi and prostitute!reader?
thank you for that, and thank you for the request, but unfortunately i’ll have to pass. i’ve never really been comfortable with reading or writing that kind of trope, i’m very sorry, nothing against you at all, i promise. but of course if you’d like to request anything else i’d love to give it a try, again i’m very sorry😭❤️ (i’m not angry! i just didn’t want to ignore it forever and make you wonder when i’d post it.)
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