Ruti

General Vibe:

Dating Fyodor isn’t soft. It’s slow, calculating, intimate, and sometimes scary.

He doesn’t fall easily. But once he does,it’s deep, obsessive, and forever.

You’ll never fully know how much he loves you… but he’ll destroy worlds if you’re harmed.

🩸 His Type of Affection:

Not physically clingy in public. But his eyes never leave you.

He memorizes how you move, how you speak, how you breathe.

When alone, he rests his head in your lap while reading scriptures or philosophy books.

Kisses your wrist. Your palm. The back of your neck. Slowly. Like a ritual.

Soft-spoken pet names in Russian (зайка – zayka, маленькая – malyenkaya).

Plays with your fingers absentmindedly while you talk.

📖 Intellectual Intimacy:

You talk for hours. Not gossip,but philosophy, morality, death, dreams, evil, fate.

He listens. Truly listens. When you speak, the world goes silent for him.

He encourages your curiosity,gifts you old banned books, first editions, even things from the Vatican archives.

Loves when you argue with him. Most people don’t dare. You do. He smirks when you win.

🕯 Control & Obsession:

He has a silent possessive streak. Doesn’t explode,but the moment someone flirts with you, they’re gone.

He won’t tell you. But he follows you with surveillance and agents when you’re out.

Always 5 moves ahead,he already knows the waiter who served you dinner, the taxi driver, the store clerk.

“You’re free to stand beside monsters. Just remember who sees you as divine.”

🖤 When He’s Soft:

Loves brushing your hair after a bath. Takes his time.

Gives you his coat when you’re cold, even if it’s 3 sizes too big.

If you’re hurt,he gets cold, quiet. You’ll see the most dangerous version of him unfold behind closed doors.

Keeps a photograph of you in his Bible.

🕷 Darker Headcanons

He once captured a cultist who touched you in a crowd. He didn’t kill them fast.

You once caught him watching you sleep with this intense look,not fear, but like he was afraid to blink and lose you.

If he ever thinks he’s putting you in danger, he’ll try to leave,but you’d have to fight to stop him.

💌 Small Gestures:

Leaves handwritten notes in Latin, Russian, or riddles for you to find.

Always remembers your favorite tea. Always.

Secretly watches over you during missions—even if you’re unaware.

General Dynamic:

You’re the center of a very chaotic but fiercely loyal mafia harem.

They’re very different men, but they work like parts of the same machine..somehow it just works.

You’re the only one who knows exactly how to calm all of them down, whether it’s Doc’s manic episodes or Iceman’s silent brooding.

Everyone has different ways of showing love. Pianoman is subtle and controlling (in a protective way), Albatross is loud and clingy, Doc is impulsive and weirdly romantic in his own twisted way, Lippmann is possessive and elegant, and Iceman… silently does your laundry and slices fruit for you without saying anything.

Relationship Headcanons:

Sleeping arrangements? Chaotic. You tried a king bed once. Ended up with Doc on the floor, Lippmann wrapped around your waist like a snake, and Albatross snoring on your stomach. Now you rotate sleeping schedules.

Doc likes to randomly say “we should all get married” and you’re never sure if he’s joking or not. He even carries a black ring pop in case the moment arises

Albatross carries your photo in his wallet and in his motorcycle. Brags about you to literally everyone: “Yeah, that’s our girl/babe/queen. She made me coffee once. That’s love.”

Pianoman plays your favorite songs on his grand piano when you’re upset. He never says “I love you” directly—but he’ll burn down entire buildings for you without flinching.

Lippmann buys you luxury clothing and takes you to red carpet events—just so everyone sees you with him. Mafia power couple energy, but multiplied by five.

Iceman doesn’t speak much, but always notices if you’re tired or sad. Hands you a drink, puts on a blanket, or lights your cigarette before you even ask. Touch-starved but loyal as hell.

Protective Tendencies:

If you get hurt?

Doc flips. Not in a healthy way. Pulls out his scalpel and asks who he’s carving up tonight.

Albatross is already halfway to the enemy base with grenades and a Molotov.

Pianoman gets quiet. Orders are given. People disappear.

Lippmann calls in favors from corrupt politicians and media moguls to erase the problem.

Iceman doesn’t say a word. You find him later with blood on his gloves and not a single scratch.

Everyday Domestic Chaos:

You can’t keep snacks in the kitchen. Albatross eats them all at 3 AM.

Doc is banned from cooking after he made “experimental noodles.”

Lippmann insists on picking your outfit for “special evenings.” He has impeccable taste, though.

Pianoman has a custom apartment built where your shared home has soundproof rooms, a music room, a med bay, and a panic room just in case.

Iceman is the only one who remembers to do dishes or fix the broken heater.

Emotional:

Pianoman is good at strategy and keeping the group balanced,he knows who needs attention and when.

They do get jealous sometimes, especially Lippmann and Albatross. But they’ve all made peace with sharing.

You’re the glue. You bring softness into their cruel mafia world.

❖ Early Relationship:

He watches first. Doesn’t confess right away. Studies your behavior like a sheet of music, memorizing your rhythms.

Subtle gestures: Leaves a folded handkerchief where he knows you’ll need it. Places your favorite tea where you sit. Makes it seem accidental.

If you ask him directly? He’ll smile faintly and say:

“If I’m playing a melody, you’re the only note I repeat.”

❖ Dates with Piano Man:

Old jazz cafes at night, where he plays just for you.

Strolling through quiet museums or foggy parks. He always walks a step behind you, quietly guarding.

Private rooftop dinners with moonlight and wine, violin music playing softly in the background,recorded by him, of course.

❖ How He Shows Affection:

Physical Touch: He’s not overly clingy but possessive in quiet ways,a gloved hand on your lower back, brushing hair out of your eyes with surgical precision.

He composes short piano pieces inspired by your moods.

“You were angry that day. That’s why this piece climbs too fast and ends on a dissonant note.”

Eye contact so intense you’d swear he’s reading your soul like sheet music.

❖ Jealousy:

Rarely shows it… unless he thinks someone’s being disrespectful.

He won’t argue.

He’ll just restring his piano wires that night.

(The guy who flirted with you may not show up to work the next morning. Coincidence?)

❖ Protective? Oh Absolutely.

No one lays a finger on you. Ever.

If there’s a threat? He’ll smile calmly and handle it surgically. You won’t even know it was handled… until the police find the body strung up like a marionette.

He doesn’t let you fight if he’s around. You’re not weak. But he prefers his lovers untouched by blood.

❖ When He’s Soft:

He plays you lullabies at night when you can’t sleep.

He lets you rest your head in his lap while reading.

He’ll whisper:

“The world is out of tune. But when you’re here… I don’t mind the dissonance.”

❖ With the Other Flags:

Chuuya just rolls his eyes whenever Pianoman brags about you to the flags.

Piano Man just smirks, sipping tea. “A heart doesn’t mean weakness. It’s my most dangerous instrument.”

Doc is lowkey invested in your relationship. He makes mental bets on how long you’ll survive.

Albatross once tried flirting with you for fun. Never. Again.

Lippmann helps set up a surprise romantic dinner once. It’s chaos. Somehow ends with a burned tablecloth and Albatross dangling from a chandelier.

❖ Arguments:

He never yells. Just gets deathly silent.

You’ll hear piano keys that night—harsh, dissonant, and angry.

But the next morning, a quiet knock. He hands you sheet music titled:

“I was wrong.”

❖ If You Died / Were Taken:

He’d unravel.

The calm, refined man would vanish.

There would be a trail of wire-tight corpses from Yokohama to wherever your scent was last caught.

“You took the only beautiful sound in my life. I’ll silence everything else until I get her back.”

Okay so getting in a relationship with this man can be quite hard now let’s be honest..

Bro doesn’t even know what a relationship is.

but if he REALLY liked you or something like that..maybe just maybe you’ll start dating him,if you don’t like him back that’s fine..

I mean that’s a whole ass executive,kidnapping you won’t ain’t a hard work for him,he’ll just make your ass float and that’s all snatched.

If you start dating then good luck staying in that dusty ahh basement,new rat neighbors ig.

Whenever you call him “babe” or “baby” or anything like that..well yeah he’ll just stare at you like you committed a crime.

“My names Paul.” With the most serious face,you explained it to him that it’s what lovers call each other.

He said that he had a name and what was the point of calling each other those childish names..(his words)

Shit at dating,I’m sorry,he ain’t that romantic mafia who’ll kidnap you and you’ll fall in love with him aww so cute! No.

Whenever you try to kiss him or hug him or something,he’ll just stare at you with a raised brow,but he’ll pat your head (atleast he didn’t kill you.)

You probably sit with him 24/7 in the basement,watching him write poems or something like that,if you try to help him or try to correct his writing,he’ll just sigh heavily like those moms yeah..and mumble “Humans..”

You know in the movies where there’s a scene of elders in those chairs rocking back and forth? Yeah he definitely does that.

Well after months or even years of dating him he’ll let you leave the basement,finally,but he ain’t coming

Whenever you ask him why he’s not coming out of that musty old basement he’ll just put his pen down with a dramatic thud,and cross his legs “I’m waiting for storm.” And just go back to whatever he was writing.

Relationship with him is hard..but sex? Well nah you got the wrong man but anyway.

A virgin probably,100% I saw some people HC him about having a lot of one night stands with women in France,hello? Are we talking about the same man?

Doesn’t get aroused,hard,or anything at all,but you can give it a try!

Doesn’t even know what the hell pussy was till you showed him on internet cause he refused to look at yours at first,so you did..with the port mafias shitty WiFi,he just stared at the picture for solid 5 minutes without even blinking.

“You have that?” “Yes.” “What are you suppose to do with that?”

Asks so many questions about it,you just have to shut him up (please do)

Oh god,

he’s not the best partner in the world,but everyone deserves at-least one chance!!!

The flags x fem!reader (poly!)

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It wasn’t your fault. You just wanted to have fun at the club for once because finally,the rest of the men were just nearby of course,keeping an eye on you in case something bf happened,well they were lost in their own fun,while you were lost in your own.

They were so protective that it was annoying. Couldn’t even talk to the bartender without either Pianoman or Albatross coming behind you draping their arm somewhere on your body and asking what you were doing. So of course you weren’t paying attention to shit when you were finally left alone.

As you danced with your friend, running your hands all over your body and smoothing down the fabric of your short dress to the rhythm of the music. Your tongue hanging out and everything with your eyes closed; you were lost in the moment. So lost that you didn’t realize your friend was no longer behind you..

But when you heard your name getting called and saw Iceman and Pianoman glaring at you hatefully, you realized that there’s a reason why cats are supposed to be kept inside. Well, you didn’t realize that immediately because at first, you just didn’t understand why they were all ignoring you. After all, they weren’t explaining anything…you hated it when they did that. They knew you weren’t the brightest so you spent practically the entire walk to the car, and when you got in the car,no one uttered a word,complete silence.

You sat on Iceman’s side staring at him with a frown on your face just wanting him to pay you some attention and tell you what you did wrong. “Babe..please…’m just confused.” You whined grabbing hold of his arm. You’d been begging the entire time and he hadn’t even said anything to you, only pushing you away. Hell, you even took off your heels to run after him and the rest of the guys on your way out of the club because they were ignoring you purposefully

“Alby, what did I do…? Tell me.” You asked into his ear whilst wrapping your arms around his neck, you really wanted someone to tell you what you did wrong so you could make up for it.Albatross merely shrugged at you with a sick grin on his face, you turned your head to locate the blonde haired male who was always sure to stick up for you when everyone else was being so mean. “Lipp…” You muttered standing up from Albatross’s lap while he tried to get a glance under your dress.Lippmann merely sighed as you plopped down onto his lap looking at him with those wide teary eyes.

He felt bad, he really did but it was your turn to learn. Almost every punishment, he was there for you;Lippmann always went soft on you and praised you but he couldn't do that this time.

This wasn't a just normal thing you did like annoying everyone, it was more than that and he was upset too. So he stayed silent. "Sorry pretty." He muttered placing his hands on your hips. You opened your glossy lips to let out pleas and whines once again not even noticing the sound of the safety of a gun clicking off.

"Be quiet now.,"Pianoman said in an unnaturally soft tone interrupting whatever you were going to say. Your head turned to look at him to ask why he was being so mean but your eyes widened seeing his gun pointed right at you.

“While we were doing our job, we got word that you’re in the club acting as if no one fucking owns you all over some fuckhead; so I had to stop our meeting mid-way because clearly,”Pianoman said with a frown decorating his face, he was clearly pissed off at you. More than anyone else and it made sense,they trusted you to be by yourself,have fun,without any of them looming over you like a hawk,but what did you do in exchange? Throw yourself to some random drunkards who clearly wanted to get under your skirt!

“But–” “Get over here.”Pianoman interrupted you with a demand which you were hesitant to oblige to. You didn’t even get a chance to look at Albatross or anyone for help because Lippmann gently slapped your bottom before taking his hands away from your hips signaling you to listen to their leader. You hesitantly stood to your feet and slowly walked over to the white-haired man with your hands balled up in fists.

As nice as Lippmann was compared to those monsters,Doc,Albatross, and Pianoman, he could be just as mean well...not exactly as mean.

Albatross’/ hand grabbed your chin harshly and he turned your attention toward him

"Gotta let me eat this pussy baby..." He said licking his lips and once again, before you could even say anything, you were interrupted.

"Who says you get to have 'er first?" Doc said with a scoff as he put his hand on your leg, it was only adding to the small bit of pleasure,his friend was giving to you by circling your clit.

Lippmann scoffed as Iceman just shook his head "She needs someone soft first. You guys will tear her in half." The scarred-face man said folding his arms across his chest but his words only earned more noises of disapproval.

"Oh please! You'll end up coddling her anyway."

"You're a bunch of selfish fucks."

"And you're not? Don't act like you didn't keep her to yourself all day yesterday Lippmann."

As the men began to argue, you felt yourself being torn from Lippman’s lap and it seemed no one noticed.

You looked behind you to see the culprit of the action, Pianoman. You gave him a small smile as you sat down on his lap but he didn't return it and just continued to stare at you with his tired eyes "Take them off." You immediately knew what he was referring to. Nervously glancing at the men who were raising their voices at each other fighting over who got to use you first and then back at Pianoman who was, surprisingly, waiting patiently. You began to pull the panties from your hips and let them drop to your ankles before stepping out of them staring at the damp spot in them as they lay on the floor useless as they always were.

You went to turn around to face Pianoman but he stopped you “Look at them and be quiet.” And you did as you sat back down on his lap but this time, you felt his cock sliding inside of your slick hole making you shiver. You let out the smallest moan but it gained the attention of most people in the room, the people who didn’t hear only looked at you because everyone else went silent and turned to you. “Didn’t I say be quiet? Can’t listen for anything…” The short-haired male whispered in your ear while he held onto your hips.

“Oh shit look,” Albatross said pointing at the bulge in your tummy “Fuck…are you gonna have her all to yourself? Shit’s not fair.” Iceman said letting out a low hiss and Doc nodded in agreement “Yeah, you told–” “She gotta get her present before her punishment.”Pianoman said interrupting the Golden-haired male as he put his chin on your shoulder to look at you with his gray eyes. You glanced at him nervously, you thought that this would make him less mad at you and stop this ‘punishment’ but I guess not. “Well…shouldn’t that be the other way around?” You asked putting a manicured finger on your lip.

Pianoman hummed raising his voice a few octaves to mock you “Well…you’re taking it this way.” His voice returned to normal halfway through his sentence “And stay quiet, we’re still talking. Now get moving, I’ll help after.”He demanded slapping your leg and earning a whine from you but you nodded in agreement before beginning to move slowly with your lips glued shut not trying to let out any noises as all eyes were locked on you. When Pianoman cleared his throat, their gaze focused past your form.

It was too hard for you to move when he was stuffed inside of you like this but you kept trying,Pianoman would never help you get what you wanted if you didn’t do it by yourself for a bit. That’s something about him you hated! It didn’t matter if he was rewarding you or doing the opposite because he’d make you work for it just for a while until he took over; maybe if he was in an extraordinarily good mood…the most he’d do is make you tell him what you wanted in detail.

Albatross looked at you like he wanted to do what Pianoman wasn’t: Fuck your brains out and you wanted him too. It didn’t matter if it was him honestly, you just wanted to be taken care of…was that too much to ask? “Alby’...” You mewled looking at Albatross through the mascara-coated lashes that you batted at him in hopes he’d give you what you wanted before Pianoman could condemn you for talking. It’s best not to get your hopes up when it comes to him especially because all he did was laugh at you and grab his phone. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?

Pianoman’s hand ran all over your body “Gonna cum?” He asked lowly in your ear with that baby-talk voice he and everyone else used to mock you but you didn’t care; you only nodded in response “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” You screamed and your mumbles were loud enough to be understood by everyone. You began to bounce on your own chasing your orgasm, the back of your thighs slapped loudly against his “Yeah?”

“Feel so-oh good! Want more!” You moaned loudly glad that your cries were finally being heard. Albatross smile widened evilly at your words as he lowered the camera down to take in how you sucked in Pianoman with ease “Don’t worry, we’re gonna give you what you want.” Obviously, you didn’t think much of these words. It’s not like you thought much but he was telling you about giving you what you wanted…and that’s all you cared about

You moaned louder, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as you grew closer to the edge “Cummin’! ‘M cumming!” You squirted all over Pianoman’s cock triggering his own orgasm that was unwarranted. You gasped in shock at the warm feeling of him filling you that you were so used to, you felt yourself slipping from not only your thoughts but his hands.

You blinked up at the white-haired man with a blissed-out look on your dirtied face with small sobs escaping your lips that were in a pout. He didn't say anything and allowed you to climb onto him; when you landed in his lap, your cunt leaking all over his expensive clothes, your arms immediately found their place around his neck "Aw..so sensitive." Albatross said teasingly when you spazzed into his body at the feeling of his hand just grazing over your clit.

"Don't get too comfortable over there." Your head turned at the voice and you saw all the eyes that were staring at you now with a hungry look in their eyes like you were their prey. You were and you have learned to accept it but it never failed to make you quake. They were not done with you whatsoever.

“Ah—fuck..…!” You muttered gripping Pianoman’a shoulders tightly as Albatross pushed inside your second hole but you couldn’t even do that because Lippmann grabbed your hand and Iceman grabbed your other so the only support you had was Pianoman’s hands on your hips. It was a small burning pain but the pleasure from…everything overtook it by a lot. Whimpers left your messy lips as they manhandled you not caring that Pianoman was still inside of you and you were moving all around him.

Your fingers wrapped around Iceman’s cock with your other hand doing the same thing to Lippmann “Ah, you’ve taken it here before. You’ll be fine.”

Despite this mindset, you saw Iceman stalking over from the side of your eye and your attention turned to him. He sat down in front of you on the seat as you along with Albatross and Pianoman, who were buried deep into your holes, sat on the floor “Keep your mouth open pretty.” iceman said beginning to slide his slacks down to pool at his ankles, you did as he asked and opened your mouth wide and it wasn’t long before he shoved himself into your mouth muting your mewls “Tch. Why do I always get left out?” Doc questioned taking in the sight of you being stuffed in all holes possible.

Pianoman took full advantage of your tits being shoved in his face because you attempted to reach Iceman as you sucked him off.Albatross groaned as he threw his head back while he continued his strokes deep inside of you “Fuck keep doing thing, she likes that, yeah?”Albatross said with his hand snaking around to lie on the moving bulge in your tummy.

“Mmph!” Pianoman’s cold hands groped your other tit as the other rested on the fat of your ass, you felt him smile at your muffled moans as he continued to fuck up into your sloppy cunt. Your body shuddered as his mushroom tip grazed over your g-spot “Oh fuck–ngh…pretty, you’re doing so–fucking–good.” Iceman moaned bucking his hips into your mouth slightly, you glanced up at him with teary eyes as makeup continued to run down your face.

Your stomach tightened and your legs nearly clenched together if it wasn’t for Pianoman sitting between them as you felt your orgasm coming. “Gonna cum? Yeah?”Pianoman said taking his mouth away from your nipple as he grunted at the feeling of you squeezing around him, he had to hold himself back; he had an issue with cumming as soon as you do just because of the feeling. “Mhm! Yeah, Yeah!” You shouted as Iceman yanked your head away from his cock as he began to jerk himself off for a few seconds until he came all over your face only adding to the mess “Ugh! C-Cummin’!”Albatross laughed at your sputtering while you bounced up and down on Pianoman’s to work yourself through your orgasm.

"You always cum so easy, don't you beauty?" Doc asked with a teasing laugh.

You didn't even respond and just murmured as you kept rocking back and forth because of the way albatross thrusted in you, he wasn't letting up until he came and you couldn't feel it coming yet.

"Says you, every time we share 'er, you cum within seconds."albatross added looking back at the black haired male with a teasing grin.

"You're boutta cum right now, aren't you?" He added.

"Ugh, if you wanna kiss me just say that." Doc responded with a roll of his eyes and Albatross grin widened.

"If you cum easily like a virgin, just say that."

"I don't!"

"Prove it."

“Shut the hell up you two,nobody wants to hear you,” Iceman said with a raspy voice as he scooted away from his place on the seat. Dragging himself over to a farther seat to sit there and relax,Iceman glared at the men who looked at him and then at each other.

Your skin burned at the feeling of Albatross fingers digging into your skin as you breathed heavily slumped over onto Pianoman’s shoulder.Albatross leaned forward and kissed all over your shoulders while his hips continued to snap into your ass faster than before “Gonna give you two loads, ‘kay baby?” Pianoman said pushing you off his body so he could look at you, his eyes narrowed at you when you didn’t respond and just mewled while sniffling and it made more globs of tears spew from your eyes as you nodded.

“C’mon love, use your words…taught you better,” Lippmann said as he slid into the empty space that Iceman had currently sat in. “Okay…” You said glancing up at Lippmann. He always tried his hardest to keep you out of trouble, even if you deserved it. Lippmann’s hand was placed on your head as to congratulate you for being good.

Lippmann’s hand found its way to the nape of your neck just resting there as he moaned breathlessly. He resisted the urge to fuck your face because he didn’t really want to but it was just so good that he couldn’t help but crave more. That feeling in the pit of his stomach grew so large that he could barely keep his eyes open anymore but he tried to, he wanted to see those eyes that stared up at him so teary and wet. So beautiful.

“Fuck, I’m cumming right now,” Albatross grumbled as he pounded into your tighter hole harder making you yelp and your back arch. Your arms wrapped around Pianoman’s head as you cuddled closer to him, your legs were numb by now but you felt them quake as Albatross filled you to the brim and soon Pianoman followed. So that’s what he meant by two loads…

Your tongue lolled out at the feeling of being filled up completely while you breathed heavily but your comfort didn't last long because your hands were snatched back and placed back on the cocks you took them away from “Stop playin’ dollface, we’re tryna have a competition here.” Albatross said as he moved your hand around his dick again while Doc tried to resist cumming, he couldn’t let Albatross win another fucking bet. “Sor–ah!” You couldn’t count how many times you’ve been cut off this night from saying anything.

You gave Doc an apologetic look as you winced at the feeling of Albatross touch leaving your skin after pulling out. That’s what did it to him, there’s no way he can hold back when you’re looking at him like that…so Doc let go and allowed himself to cum all inside of the palm of your hand. You gasped and looked down at your soiled hand as your fingers unwrapped from him. Staring at his burning red tip that was twitching, you smiled a bit before looking back at him “Looks like you lost pretty boy.” Albatross said grunting. You had completely forgotten he was there. “Shut up,” Doc said joining Lippmann and Iceman who were busy tucking themselves back in and coming down from their high.

Your head turned as you brought your hand to your lips gently licking Doc’s mess from your hand “Hm,he already ruined your face…” Lippmann said as you glanced up at his phone that was lazily held in his hand, you weren’t even sure if the camera was taking in your filthy form. You wondered what Lippmann was going to do next but your thoughts were ripped away when your hand was brought away from your mouth to wrap around yet another cock making you whine. Your arms were almost as sore as your throat, you were getting extremely tired…

“Don’t act all tired now. You can rest all you want after.” Iceman said with his gruff voice as you began to lazily move your hand around his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip to tease him a bit. Before you even got to say anything, you felt warm ropes of Albatross cum not only landing on the side of your face but in your hair. “Hey! Alby made a mess in my hair…I paid so much to get it done…” You complained looking at Pianoman with your brows furrowed and a small pout on your lips, paying attention to Lippmann commenting how he was the one who actually paid for it

“Come on Pianoman, I’ll buy her a new one or whatever,” Albatross said a tad bit annoyed that he was getting scolded over this. You weren’t really focused on him anymore or what Pianoman was telling him, only on Lippmann now that you were facing him and you had discovered that he had been jerking himself off. Well, he wasn’t anymore but he was.

Lippmann’s unused hand went to your head and he pulled apart strands of your hair to see if it was as bad as you thought it was “It’s really bad, right…?” You asked to sniffle and Lippmann grimaced at the sight of Albatross seed on the side of your head but he still tried his best to get it out regardless of his disgust “Not that bad. I can help wash it out,sweetheart” he told you with a sweet voice. That’s what you liked so much about Lippmann…he was so nice to you no matter what you did wrong.

And you’d never say it aloud because of how jealous most of them would get but Lippmann would be the first person you’d run to in a situation when you know you did something wrong. He was always just so nice to you…he deserved a lot for being such a sweetie all the time! “Thank you…” You muttered as your hand that was free of Doc’s mess trailed up Lippmann’s leg and grabbed him making him stiffen.

“Oh come on! Why does Lippmann always get the special treatment!? Getting me jealous and all.” Albatross whined at the sight of you and Lippmann being alll lovey dovey,which made you roll your eyes at him “because..he’s nice to me! Unlike you.” Which made him groan and slump back wherever he was sitting earlier,with. Small pout “oh come on who gives a shit about these lovey things! I can fuck you better than him!”

The thing was Albatross was like a child,well he always behaved like one,he knew your relationship with all five of them,he knew he had to share but he still couldn’t accept the fact,he could be fucking your brains out,giving you more than three orgasms,and would still get pouty whenever you were sweet talking with other four.

While Lippmann gave you a smile he observed how your body would jolt and the little noises that would leave your throat ever so often maybe because of the lingering pleasure or Pianoman moving in the slightest. Either way, your blessed-out expression was so cute, especially with that pout of anger. “Well, I do.” You muttered before beginning to move your hand up and down on Lippmann’s cock.

"O-Oh shit..." Lippmann mewled as he watched as you took him in your mouth, your hand remained around the length that you could not take in. His back arched just slightly at the vibrations that your whines and groans sent to his dick that rose to the pit of his stomach where his orgasm formed. "Mmpfh..." You said lowly as you rocked back and forth to grind on Pianoman which just made him even more impatient to get his way with you.

Lippmann’s hand found its way to the nape of your neck just resting there as he moaned breathlessly. He resisted the urge to fuck your face because he didn't really want to but it was just so good that he couldn't help but crave more. That feeling in the pit of his stomach grew so large that he could barely keep his eyes open anymore but he tried to, he wanted to see those eyes that stared up at him so teary and wet. So beautiful.

He could see how Doc came so easily just from how you looked at him. His ring-clad fingers traveled from the back of your neck to the back of your hair. Running his fingers through the clean strands and gently pulling at it "You're going so good...shit oh my-" Lippmann’s words were cut off when he came without warning into your mouth making you choke just a bit. Taking him out of your mouth, you stuck your tongue out as you lightly coughed and he gawked at the sight.

Then Pianoman’s hand went from roaming around your back and grasping your hips "You done with her?" The tired male asked in his usual raspy voice and Lippmann confirmed that he was with a puffed-out response. Within a few seconds of Lippmann’s response, Pianoman had you on your back on the floor of the car and you grew a bit embarrassed at the eyes on you. They were always there, staring but instead of feeling their gazes, you could actually see them.

The roughness of his fingertips pressing against your love handles made you squirm as you babbled about how he was being so rough.

"You know who you belong to, correct?" Pianoman asks as he begins to move inside of you with slow strokes. His hands trailed down to your thighs and found their place on the back of them "Uhm, Y-yeah..." You replied trying not to moan so you could at least answer him properly. Pianoman pushed your thighs up so that they met your chest as he continued to stare at you "So why act like you don't?" He continued to ask as you groaned at the new angle.

Only babbles left your lips as you insisted that you didn't act like that but it seemed that no one was buying it. "I mean you were all over that...ugh.

So clearly you don't." Iceman said shrugging his shoulders and you only whined at his words.

"How many times do we have to teach you? Are you that dense? Thought you would learn by now." Pianoman said bluntly watching as you arched your back at the little pleasure he was giving you.

They were also probably smiling at the noises that came from Pianoman’s cock leaving and entering your soaked cunt. The sounds were so filthy and so wet, it was like music to their ears.

He groaned at the feeling of you sucking him deeper than he could possibly imagine. It always happened. No matter how much he thought he couldn't get deeper inside of you, he did. Pianoman loved the feeling of your plush walls hugging his cock tightly,well he wasn’t the only one that’s for sure..

"Now." He commanded and just as he pleased, you both came together with your moans swirling with his beautifully. Your back only arched off the floor more at the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum once again “uh-huh,fuck..." Your eyes closed as you relaxed against the floor and Pianoman’s harsh press of your thighs to your rest softened.

The way his hands would grope your ass cheeks greedily while his balls smack against your dripping core and cum covered thighs. The occasional moans and groans he would let out whenever he looks at your folds wrap around him just the way he loved, your walls squeezing him tightly.

Albatross who would by any means shove his tongue down your throat as he pleases, exploring each and every inch of your wet cavern - his tongue wrestling yours for dominance as he swallows up all of your moans,tasting the smoke and alcohol on his tongue.

He'd deliver your butt a firm spank before inserting his long middle and index finger into your ass - spreading all of your holes open at once.

—Lippmann x fem!reader

It was a quiet evening, the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows of the shared living space. You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a book idly, when Lippmann came into the room, looking as effortlessly charming as ever.

“Hey, cucciola,” he called, his voice smooth and playful. “I’ve been thinking… how about I teach you a few words in Italian?”

You looked up at him, intrigued but a little skeptical. “Really? Italian?”

He flashed a grin, taking a seat beside you on the couch, his eyes twinkling. “Mmhm. Italian is a beautiful language. You should know some sweet words, no? Especially when I’m around,” he added with a teasing wink.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Sweet words, huh? What do you mean by that?”

Lippmann leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’ll see.”

He cleared his throat dramatically before speaking in a soft, almost theatrical tone. “The first one is tesoro.” He said it so smoothly, rolling the “r” just slightly. “It means ‘treasure.’”

You blinked at him, confused. “Tesoro? Like… you’re calling me treasure?” You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile.

Lippmann laughed softly, his eyes twinkling as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face with the gentleness of a breeze. “Of course. You’re my treasure, cucciola.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Oh, really? I’m your treasure now, huh?”

His grin grew wider, and he shifted a bit closer, his tone dropping lower. “You are, and I’m not just saying that to flatter you.”

You tilted your head, feigning curiosity. “Mmhmm, okay. What else do you have?”

Lippmann chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. “How about bellissima?” His voice was soft and affectionate as he spoke the word, watching your reaction carefully.

“Bellissima? That sounds like ‘beautiful,’ right?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly.

Lippmann nodded, his expression suddenly very earnest. “Exactly. Bellissima… because that’s what you are, beautiful.”

You let out a small laugh, looking away for a moment to hide the sudden rush of warmth spreading over your face. “Alright, alright, I get it,” you said, trying to play it cool, though your heart was already racing. “You’re laying it on thick with the compliments, huh?”

Lippmann’s chuckle was soft and warm, and he gently nudged you with his shoulder. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

You looked at him, a teasing glint in your eye. “I mean, I guess I don’t hate it. But what’s next? More sweet words?”

“More sweet words, cucciola,” he repeated, his gaze affectionate. “Now, let’s try this one—amorino.” He said it in a soft, gentle way, almost like a secret between you two.

“Amorino?” You blinked, unable to hide the small smile forming on your lips. “And that means…?”

He leaned in just a little closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke the word with a soft fondness. “It means ‘little love,’” he said, his voice turning slightly more tender. “Like how I feel about you, my amorino.”

You blinked rapidly, your heart skipping a beat. “Little love?” you echoed, eyes widening slightly as your cheeks flushed. “Are you seriously calling me little love now?”

Lippmann smiled, the affection in his eyes clear as day. “Why not? You are my little love, always.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying to keep your composure but failing miserably as your face turned a little redder. “Okay, I might start to believe you’re just saying these things to make me flustered.”

Lippmann chuckled again, his fingers lightly grazing your arm. “Is it working?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You looked at him, trying to keep your cool but failing as your face broke into an unwilling grin. “Maybe just a little.”

With a playful wink, he decided to throw one more in. “And finally… cuore mio,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he said the words like a secret. “It means ‘my heart.’ Because that’s what you are to me, cuore mio.”

You stared at him, a little lost for words now. “My heart?” You said it more to yourself than to him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks again. “You’re… you’re seriously calling me my heart now?”

Lippmann grinned, the affection in his eyes more evident than ever. “Of course. Because you are, cuore mio.”

You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, but the warm, soft affection radiating from Lippmann was making it hard to keep a straight face. “I think you’re trying to make me swoon,” you teased.

Lippmann laughed, reaching over to gently tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Maybe I am. But you make it so easy to want to spoil you with sweet words, don’t you think?”

You were unable to stop the soft smile that tugged at your lips. “Well, you’re certainly making it hard for me to act all tough.”

Lippmann’s gaze softened even more, and he pulled you gently into his side, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “I’ll take that as a win, then.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, with him gently running his fingers through your hair, his voice a soft hum as he continued to teach you new words in Italian, each one more affectionate than the last. Despite his playful teasing, it was clear that the man sitting beside you had a heart full of love. And somehow, despite everything, that made all the sweetness and charm feel all the more real.

“I love you y/n,” he smiled and ran his hand through your hair.

Ft.Chuuya

• Despite their rough, dangerous lives, the Flags treat you like family. You’re not just a teammate—you’re one of them, someone they trust with their lives.

• They have an unspoken rule: No one messes with you. If anyone dares, they’ll regret it immediately.

• Missions are chaotic, but there’s an unshakable bond between all of you. Even if you’re arguing one moment, you’d take a bullet for each other the next.

• Depending on your strengths, you might be a strategist, a fighter, or someone who handles negotiations. Either way, you pull your weight.

• Pianoman, as the leader, expects nothing but competence from you, and you deliver. Though, he does have a habit of teasing you, calling you his “little apprentice” if you show any leadership skills.

• You might help Albatross fix up their vehicles or weapons, or maybe you assist Doc when patching up the others (even if his methods are… unsettling).

• Chuuya, despite his initial skepticism, grows to respect your abilities and might even become your closest ally within the group.

• Albatross constantly tries to fluster you with flirtatious comments, though half the time it feels like he’s just doing it to get a reaction.

• Iceman is the quietest of the group but watches out for you in his own way. He’s the type to casually pass you a cigarette or a drink after a tough mission without saying much.

• Lippmann is surprisingly protective, always checking in on how you’re holding up, making sure the mafia life isn’t getting too overwhelming.

• Doc is… well, Doc. He has a creepy way of staring at you sometimes, but it’s mostly curiosity. He finds it amusing that someone like you is part of their group.

• Pianoman enjoys teasing you, but deep down, he sees you as an essential part of the team. He trusts you enough to let you call some shots occasionally.

• No matter how brutal a mission gets, you always make it back to base together.

• If you ever get injured, Doc will take care of you, though his bedside manner leaves much to be desired. “It’s just a flesh wound, you’ll survive.”

• Chuuya might grumble about you getting reckless, but he’ll always have your back in a fight. If anyone so much as touches you, they’ll have a very angry gravity-manipulating mafioso to deal with.

• After successful missions, there’s always a celebration. Drinks, pool games, loud banter—it’s the only time they let themselves relax.

• Pianoman always makes a show of pretending he’s “above” drinking too much, but he’s definitely the one encouraging everyone else.

• Albatross gets loud when he’s tipsy, and he might just start singing if no one stops him.

• Chuuya doesn’t drink as much as he used to (lesson learned from his past), but he enjoys watching the chaos unfold.

• Lippmann occasionally throws in some theatrical storytelling to entertain everyone, while Iceman remains the calmest, just quietly sipping his drink and enjoying the company.

• Would They Date You?

• If romance ever became a possibility, it’d be complicated but intense. The Flags are possessive, dangerous, and fiercely loyal.

• If you ended up in a poly relationship with them, expect a mix of teasing, protectiveness, and affectionate moments hidden behind their rough exteriors.

—The Flags & Their Sleeping Habits

Chuuya

• Sleeping Position: Big spoon—he likes holding onto something (or someone). It makes him feel grounded.

• Cuddly or Not? Yes, very. Chuuya is a naturally warm person, and he has no problem pulling you into his chest and wrapping himself around you like a protective barrier.

• Movements: He moves a bit in his sleep, mostly tightening his hold whenever you shift. If you try to get up, expect him to mumble a sleepy “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

• What Helps Him Sleep? He falls asleep easily if someone plays with his hair or rubs his back. That’s a surefire way to knock him out in minutes.

• Other Notes: He snores lightly—not enough to be annoying, but it’s there. If he’s really exhausted, he’ll mumble in his sleep, sometimes cursing at Dazai even when unconscious.

Lippmann

• Sleeping Position: Little spoon, but he won’t admit it. He’s the type to start as a big spoon and then slowly wiggle his way into being held.

• Cuddly or Not? Yes, but shy about it. If you initiate, he won’t resist. He might even subtly press himself closer to you, pretending it’s totally unintentional.

• Movements: Stays relatively still but occasionally shifts to find the most comfortable position. He might mumble poetry in his sleep without realizing it.

• What Helps Him Sleep? Soft whispers or humming. If you quietly talk to him, even if he’s half-asleep, he finds the sound of your voice soothing and will drift off.

• Other Notes: If he has a stressful day, he has trouble sleeping and might sit up reading or pacing the room. Holding his hand helps calm him down.

Albatross

• Sleeping Position: Starfish. Completely sprawled out, taking up as much space as humanly possible. If you’re sleeping next to him, good luck.

• Cuddly or Not? Not really, but not because he doesn’t want to be—he just gets too hot and prefers sleeping with some space. However, if it’s cold, he’ll bury himself under blankets and drag you under with him.

• Movements: Kicks in his sleep. It’s like sleeping next to a restless puppy. He doesn’t mean to, but you might wake up with a foot in your side.

• What Helps Him Sleep? Tinkering with machines until he passes out from exhaustion. If you make him lie still and force him to rest, he gets grumpy but eventually falls asleep.

• Other Notes: Snores loudly. Sometimes wakes himself up because of it.

Piano Man

• Sleeping Position: Prefers facing you. It makes him feel more connected. He’ll either rest a hand on your waist or keep an arm draped over you.

• Cuddly or Not? Moderate cuddler. He enjoys being close but doesn’t cling. He likes a soft, comfortable warmth rather than full entanglement.

• Movements: Completely still. Barely moves once he’s asleep, almost like he’s in a trance.

• What Helps Him Sleep? Quiet background noise like jazz music or the faint sound of a record player spinning. If you hum a tune, he’ll be out in seconds.

• Other Notes: He’s the type to wake up before you and watch you sleep for a bit (not in a creepy way, just quietly admiring you).

Doc

• Sleeping Position: Prefers sleeping on his back or slightly curled up, facing away. He’s used to sleeping alone, so it takes time for him to get used to sleeping next to someone.

• Cuddly or Not? At first, no. He prefers his space, but if you insist, he’ll sigh dramatically and allow it. Over time, he warms up and might even hold you without realizing it.

• Movements: Very still sleeper, but might roll over in the middle of the night and unconsciously pull you closer without waking up.

• What Helps Him Sleep? Being reassured. He doesn’t always realize how tense he is, but if you run your fingers through his hair or whisper reassuring words, he’ll relax completely.

• Other Notes: Sometimes stays up too late working and falls asleep at his desk. If you drag him to bed, he’ll grumble about it but secretly appreciates it.

Iceman

• Sleeping Position: On his stomach or side, facing away. He’s used to sleeping alone and doesn’t like feeling trapped in one position.

• Cuddly or Not? Not at first. He doesn’t dislike physical affection, but he’s not naturally clingy. However, if he wakes up in the middle of the night, he’ll pull you close and wrap an arm around you.

• Movements: Barely moves. If anything, he just shifts to get comfortable and then stays in that position for hours.

• What Helps Him Sleep? Silence. Too much noise irritates him, but a steady heartbeat against his back is surprisingly soothing to him.

• Other Notes: Takes a while to fully wake up. He’s the type to grunt when nudged and just pull the blanket over his head.

When all of you are cuddling? (Poly!)

• Chuuya tries to be reasonable, but Albatross is taking up the most space, and Doc is already annoyed.

• Lippmann complains about someone snoring.

• Albatross is completely unaware that he’s kicking everyone.

• Piano Man is somehow perfectly comfortable, despite the chaos.

And just wanted to say that I looove your blog and writing so much. I get so happy and excited each time I see a new post of yours so thank you so so so much for that 💗💕

Here are some headcanons for the Flags when their s/o is super shy:

The flags x reader

Pianoman

• Patient, but persistent: Pianoman knows how to be patient with you, but if he notices you withdrawing or avoiding him, he’ll playfully push you out of your comfort zone. He doesn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but he enjoys the challenge of getting you to open up.

• Gentle teasing: He’s got a cocky streak, so expect some playful teasing, but it’s always lighthearted. He knows when to back off if you get really shy, though. He’ll keep trying to coax a smile out of you, even if it’s just a little one.

• Protective, in his own way: Pianoman is used to being in control, but with you, he’ll often take the lead to make sure you don’t feel overwhelmed. He enjoys your quiet nature, and when things get too loud or chaotic, he’ll be the one to pull you away and offer you a safe space.

• Affectionate: He might not be the most overtly affectionate at first, but if he sees you shyly respond to a compliment or gesture, he’s not shy to give you a kiss on the cheek or hold your hand a little tighter. He loves how innocent and pure you can be, and it draws him in even more.

Albatross

• Teasing, but protective: Albatross may tease you for being shy, but deep down, he’s very protective. He loves to see you flustered and blush, but it’s more because he finds it endearing rather than embarrassing. He’ll be the one to reassure you when you’re nervous and will jump to defend you if anyone makes you uncomfortable.

• Loves making you laugh: Albatross is quick to try and lighten the mood when he notices you getting too shy or anxious. He’s always cracking jokes or doing something silly to get a smile or laugh out of you. It’s his way of showing he cares.

• Quiet moments: He enjoys having quiet moments with you. Whether it’s sitting side by side while you read or walking in the park, those peaceful moments where he can just enjoy your presence are priceless to him.

• Hand-holding and small gestures: Albatross doesn’t mind showing affection in public, but he’ll often be subtle—holding your hand or brushing his thumb over yours when he thinks you need comforting or reassurance.

Doc

• A little distant at first: Doc can be somewhat distant when it comes to your shyness, but he’s observant and always knows when you’re withdrawing. He won’t push you, but he’ll be around when you need him, quietly waiting for you to open up.

• Gentle touch: When Doc does show affection, it’s soft and calculated. His touch is gentle, a soft hand on your shoulder or brushing your hair out of your face when he notices your discomfort.

• Patience is key: He has a soft spot for people who take time to warm up to others, so he’s patient with you, never rushing or forcing things. He’ll wait until you feel comfortable enough to speak freely with him, and he’ll always listen when you do.

• Surprisingly reassuring: Despite his unsettling demeanor, Doc can be very comforting when you’re feeling shy or insecure. He’ll offer you kind words, never pushing too hard but always making sure you feel safe around him.

Iceman

• Stoic, but observant: Iceman might not be the most expressive, but he’s observant enough to notice when you’re shy or feeling uncomfortable. His way of showing care is subtle—whether it’s standing close enough to protect you or placing a reassuring hand on your back.

• Minimal words, maximum effort: Iceman isn’t one for long talks, but his actions speak louder than words. He’ll make sure you have what you need and will stick around when you’re feeling anxious, even if it’s just quietly sitting next to you.

• Protective in silence: If someone makes you feel shy or uneasy, Iceman will stand in between you and the source of discomfort without a word. His presence alone is enough to make you feel secure.

• Rare moments of tenderness: While Iceman isn’t outwardly affectionate, he’ll surprise you with rare moments where he’ll give you a soft kiss on the forehead or gently hold you when you need it the most.

Chuuya

• Straightforward but considerate: Chuuya may not always know how to handle your shyness at first, but once he realizes how to make you comfortable, he’s all in. He can be direct and blunt, but he’ll always adjust his approach if he sees you shrinking back.

• Teases, but respects boundaries: He can be a bit of a tease, often trying to get you to come out of your shell, but he respects your boundaries. He’ll never push you too far, but he’ll definitely get a kick out of seeing you flustered.

• Sweet in private: When it’s just the two of you, Chuuya is surprisingly gentle and sweet. He’ll pull you into his arms and tell you how cute you look when you blush. He loves hearing your quiet voice and seeing the way you look up at him shyly.

• Affectionate gestures: Chuuya isn’t afraid to show affection in private, whether it’s kissing you on the forehead, holding your hand, or wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close when you’re feeling self-conscious.

Lippmann

• Incredibly patient and gentle: Lippmann’s gentle nature makes him the most sensitive to your shyness. He understands it and won’t rush you to open up, instead offering a comforting smile or soft touch whenever you seem uneasy.

• Always reassuring: Lippmann is the type to offer soft, encouraging words when you’re feeling shy or nervous. He’ll compliment you on how beautiful you are, not just in appearance but in every way, helping you feel confident in yourself.

• Constantly checking in: Lippmann always makes sure you’re okay, even when you think you’re fine. He’ll ask if you need anything, give you gentle nudges to make sure you’re comfortable, and provide you with a sense of stability.

• Tender moments: Whether it’s brushing your hair behind your ear, pulling you close for a cuddle, or kissing your hand, Lippmann has a way of making you feel loved and safe. He doesn’t need grand gestures to show you how much he cares—it’s in the little things.

But they’d still love you though! ^^

—Having a heated argument with the flags (separately)

Arguments with The Flags aren’t common, but when they happen, they hit hard. They aren’t used to people challenging them—especially someone they care about.

Pianoman

He doesn’t yell, he doesn’t lose control—he’s too good for that. But his words? Sharp. Precise. Like a knife to the throat.

“You think you know everything, don’t you?” His voice is low, laced with something dangerous, but you know there’s anger underneath. Hurt, even.

The worst part? He doesn’t let you see it. Instead, he keeps up that cocky smirk, arms crossed, looking down at you like you’re nothing more than an irritation.

If you storm off, he won’t stop you—but he won’t leave either. He’s too stubborn. He’ll wait for you to come back. And when you do, he won’t apologize outright, but he’ll fix your favorite drink and slide it to you like nothing happened.

Albatross

He’s a firecracker—too passionate, too emotional, too reckless with his words when he’s upset.

“Why do you even care!? It’s not like you actually give a damn what happens to me!”

He doesn’t mean to say it. The second it leaves his mouth, he wants to take it back, but he’s too angry, frustrated, hurt.

If you start crying, it breaks him. He immediately regrets everything, running a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.

The moment you leave, he’s chasing after you, desperate to make it right. “I—Shit. I didn’t mean that, okay? Please, just—don’t go.”

Iceman

He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t get worked up. He just goes quiet. Deadly, suffocating silence.

“I don’t have time for this.” His tone is flat, emotionless. To him, arguments are a waste of energy.

If you push him, he’ll push back. His words aren’t loud but they cut deeper than shouting ever could. “You’re being ridiculous.” “Why should I explain myself to you?”

The worst part? He can walk away. He’s good at shutting off his emotions, leaving you standing there feeling like you don’t even matter.

But later, when he’s alone, he hates himself for it. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he just lingers—waiting, hoping you’ll let him back in.

Doc

He’s condescending when he’s angry. Laughs under his breath, looking at you like you’re being dramatic.

“Are you done yet?” His tone is dry, like he’s bored of the conversation, which only makes things worse.

He knows exactly how to twist the knife, playing on your insecurities. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice.

But the second he sees you break, sees the way your hands shake or your voice wavers—he realizes he took it too far.

He won’t say sorry, but he’ll sit beside you later, softly bandaging your wrist, brushing his fingers over your skin, silently begging for forgiveness.

Lippmann

He doesn’t like arguments. He likes being in control, keeping the peace—but if he loses his temper? It’s rare, but it’s devastating.

“Do you even understand what you’re saying right now!?” His voice cracks with frustration, with desperation. He’s usually so gentle, but not now.

He’ll try to calm down, but if you push him too far, he’ll snap. “You act like I’m the bad guy—do you have any idea what I’ve done for you?!”

The second he sees tears in your eyes, he realizes he’s made a mistake. His voice softens. “…I didn’t mean that. I—please, don’t look at me like that.”

Lippmann is the first to apologize, to cup your face, press his forehead to yours, whispering, “I hate fighting with you.”

Chuuya

He’s loud. He’s fiery. Chuuya doesn’t hold back his emotions, and when he’s mad, he lets you know.

“So that’s what you think of me, huh!?” His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, breathing hard, trying not to lose it completely.

He’s stubborn as hell, too emotional to just walk away—but he also doesn’t know how to fix it.

If you turn to leave, he panics. His voice drops. “Oi—where the hell are you going?”

Oh my god this is adorable!! 😭😭

The Flags with an Extremely Loving and Affectionate S/O

⚜ Pianoman

• At first, he just laughs it off. You’re so soft with him? With them? Bold move, sweetheart.

• But the moment you run your fingers through his hair or cradle his face while murmuring how tired he must be, he freezes. His usual cocky grin twitches, faltering just a bit.

• Loves when you absentmindedly fix his hair. He acts like it doesn’t matter, but if you stop, he’ll click his tongue and mutter, “oh dear,my hair’s a mess, isn’t it?” just to get you to keep touching him and playing with his hair.

• If he comes back from a mission exhausted, all bloodstained and smirking, and you just cup his face with this worried look—he will short-circuit. What the hell did he do to deserve this kind of treatment?

• If you kiss his forehead while he’s lying down, ready to sleep? Congratulations, he’s yours forever.

⚜ Albatross

• Absolutely thrives under your touchy affection. He’s a tactile person himself, but he’s more playful about it—so when you’re just brushing your hands along his back or fixing his braid with this look of pure adoration? He melts.

• Gets super smug about it. “Damn, you really like me, huh?” But the moment you murmur something sweet—“I just want to take care of you.”—his teasing stops and he just kind of… stares. Blushes. Clears his throat.

• If you constantly check in on him like, “Are you eating enough? Sleeping enough? Not pushing yourself too hard?” He’ll roll his eyes and laugh but secretly eats it up.

• Cuddles up to you whenever he gets the chance. He likes to sleep on your lap if you let him, while you stroke his hair. He purrs like a content cat.

⚜ Iceman

• At first, he stiffens whenever you touch him. He’s not used to casual affection—his world is all about violence and survival, so your warmth is almost foreign to him.

• But after a while? He starts getting used to it. Maybe even expects it.

• If you speak to him in hushed, worried tones—“I don’t like when you come home hurt like this…”—he just lets out a breath, taps his cigarette against the ashtray, and mutters, “’S nothin’. Don’t waste your breath worrying about me.” But deep down? He likes it.

• If you cradle his face after a long, stressful day, his whole body relaxes under your touch. He doesn’t say anything, but he leans into your palm like a man starved.

• Lets you touch his back when you stand next to him. Doesn’t acknowledge it, but if you stop, he subtly shifts, as if trying to get you to do it again.

⚜ Doc

• At first? He’s a little weirded out. He’s used to fixing people, not people fixing him.

• But once he realizes that you genuinely care for him, and not just as a caretaker? He starts craving it.

• If you cup his face and trace your thumbs over his cheekbones, whispering how pale he looks, he just smiles in that unsettling way of his and says, “Worried about me huh.. How touching.” But his eyes are soft.

• Gets a little needy in private. If you absentmindedly stroke his back while standing next to him, he just closes his eyes and sighs, like he’s finally at ease,when you hug him,or give him a peck he’d just giggle to himself tbh

• If you ever tuck him into bed and give him soft head pats while he drifts off? He’ll never admit it, but he sleeps better that way.

⚜ Lippmann

• Out of all of them, he’s the most responsive to your affection. He’s a romantic at heart, so when you cradle his face and whisper how much you adore him? He’s gone.

• Smiles warmly whenever you fix his hair or adjust his tie. Kisses your wrists in return.

• If you run your fingers through his golden locks, murmuring how beautiful he is? He chuckles and cups your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. “You spoil me, darling.”

• Melts if you stroke his back absentmindedly while standing next to him. He finds it comforting.

• If you press a soft kiss to his forehead while he’s lying down, he pulls you closer and murmurs, “Stay with me.”

⚜ Chuuya

•. Flustered as hell. His face heats up every time you cup his cheeks or brush your fingers through his hair.

• But the more you do it, the more he gets addicted to it.

• Will pretend to be annoyed when you check him over after a mission, murmuring soft worries—but deep down? It makes him feel so cared for.

• If you rub his back when you stand next to him, he won’t comment on it, but his shoulders loosen, and he feels at home.

• If you kiss his forehead before bed, he tugs you down and buries his face in your shoulder, muttering, “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”

CUTIESSS😍🥰🥰

Warnings: Smut,Romance,Lippmann is a gentleman,public sex,reader is described to have female anatomy,praise kink (?)

Lippmann x fem!reader

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Lippmann was the kind of man who could make anyone fall for him. A talented actor, a smooth talker, a gentleman through and through. On-screen, he played characters that made hearts race. Off-screen? He was just as enchanting.

And somehow, you had caught his attention.

1. First Meeting – Just Another Job… Or So You Thought

Your job as a stylist wasn’t easy. Late nights, early mornings, fixing last-minute disasters before a scene—you’d seen it all. But Lippmann?

He was a whole different challenge.

The first time you met, he walked into the dressing room with that effortless charm of his, golden-blond hair slightly tousled from the wind outside, dark eyes sweeping over you as if committing you to memory.

“You must be my new stylist,” he said smoothly, offering his hand. “Lippmann.”

You shook it, ignoring the way his voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “Yeah. I know.”

His lips twitched in amusement. “Good. I like a stylist who does their research.”

That was the first sign he was different. Unlike most actors, he wasn’t arrogant. He was polite, soft-spoken, and despite being a celebrity, he treated you like you mattered.

And that? That was dangerous.

At first, it was just work. You adjusted his collar before he went on set, made sure his suits fit perfectly, occasionally fussed over his hair when it got messed up between takes.

But Lippmann?

He made everything feel intimate.

• The way he leaned in just a little too close when you fixed his tie.

• The way he thanked you every single time you adjusted something, his voice warm with sincerity.

• The way he remembered little things about you—like your favorite drink, the kind of books you liked, the way you tapped your fingers when you were deep in thought.

And then there were the moments when his gentleness caught you off guard.

One night, after a long shoot, you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Tired?” His voice was quiet, but concerned.

You gave a small nod. “It’s been a long day.”

Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

You froze. “Lippmann, I—”

“Shh.” His voice was a murmur, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “You’ve been looking after me all day. Let me return the favor.”

Your heart stuttered. He wasn’t just kind—he was thoughtful.

And that made it so much harder to ignore the way he made you feel.

It started innocently enough. He invited you out after a shoot, saying it was a thank-you for all your hard work.

You thought it would be casual.

Then he pulled out your chair. Ordered the perfect wine. Looked at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world when you talked.

“You’re different from most people I meet,” he admitted, swirling his glass. “Real.”

You raised a brow. “What, actors don’t usually deal with real people?”

His smile turned wistful. “Not often. Everyone wants something. But you? You just… exist. And I like that.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that.

But when he reached across the table, fingers brushing against yours, you realized something.

Lippmann wasn’t acting.

This wasn’t a role.

It was real.

And for the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe…

You had fallen for him, too.

Here’s an intimate and sensual scenario with Lippmann, staying true to his gentle and romantic nature.

Under the Dressing Room Lights

The dressing room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the mirror’s vanity bulbs, casting a soft halo around Lippmann’s golden hair. It was late—most of the crew had gone home—but he had stayed behind. For you.

You stood in front of him, adjusting the collar of his suit, fingers grazing his skin as you focused on your work. But his eyes weren’t on his reflection. They were on you.

“You’re always so careful with me,” he murmured, voice warm, like silk sliding over your skin.

You glanced up at him through your lashes, noticing how close he was now. His scent—clean, expensive cologne with a hint of something deeper, something him—filled the small space between you.

“I have to be,” you teased, straightening the lapels. “You’re a movie star. Can’t have you looking anything less than perfect.”

A soft chuckle left his lips, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. His hands, warm and steady, brushed against your wrists as he reached up, slowly tracing the inside of your palm with his fingertips.

“What if I don’t want to be perfect?” he murmured. “At least… not with you.”

Your breath caught. The heat in his gaze was different from the easy charm he used in front of cameras. This was real. Raw.

He took your hand and brought it to his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath layers of expensive fabric.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “And I will.”

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned into him, letting his warmth envelop you. His lips brushed against your forehead first—soft, reverent—before trailing down, barely ghosting over your cheek.

When he finally kissed you, it was slow, lingering, as if savoring every second. His hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the curve of your hips through your clothes.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured against your lips, as if he couldn’t help himself.

Fingers tangled in his hair, you let yourself melt into his touch. He didn’t rush, didn’t demand. Instead, he unraveled you gently, like he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of you.

His lips traced down your neck, leaving soft kisses, tasting, memorizing. You shivered when he pressed closer, his breath warm against your skin.

He lifted you onto the vanity, standing between your legs as his hands roamed your sides, always slow, always seeking permission with every touch.

“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered, voice husky. “Let me?”

And when you nodded, breathless and wanting, he smiled—soft, adoring, utterly in love.

“Go on then,make me feel good.”

“Oh,how I’ve been longing for this..You have no idea sweetheart..”

He pinned you against the cold wall,grasping your hand in his,while kissing you hungrily,almost like he’s been waiting for this moment for forever.

You kissed him,wrapping your arms around his neck,running your free hand in his soft hair,he let out a pleased hum in your mouth.

his movements heavy laced with exhaustion as he strides in, eyes closed,he yanks off his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the couch beside you he’s still oblivious to your presence. it’s almost amusing, really. you take in the sight—his bolo tie loosened, his dress shirt slightly untucked, his usually collected demeanour crumbling at the edges from a long day.

"Still with me, Sweetheart?”he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as his hands hands found themselves groping at your tits,the rings on his fingers made you shiver from the cold metal,earning a soft chuckle from him,pinching at your nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

That’s how you ended up your front pressed against the wall in front of you,with him grabbing the fat on your hips,caressing the softness beneath his fingers.

His hand was pressing your back you instinctively arched your back at his touch,giving in to him,ever,you wanted this,you’ve always have,so why were you nervous right now?was it the idea of getting caught? An actor fucking his stylist in the dressing room,where anyone could walk in anytime now.

“Is there something wrong,darling?” He asked turning you by your neck,to look at him in the eyes,his golden eyes looked through yours,brow raised.

“No..it’s just…w-what if we get caught..?” You mumbled,not sure of what would he say,how would he react,his lips curled upwards in a smirk,that always got your knees weak every time he did that,he was beautiful and he knew that.

“Don’t worry your pretty head over that,let me take care of you Amore mio.”

He then slowly,tugs your pants down to your ankles,grazing at your thighs,softly pinching and squeezing them,making you flinch.

“You’re so beautiful,,mio caro..”

You didn’t understand the language he was calling you pet names in,but he looked attractive while doing so,so you didn’t really mind.

He slowly pushed your panties to side,pushing two digits in your hole,pushing them in and out of you gently,not to hurt you.

“A-ah..fuck..Lipp-“ you moaned rocking your hips back and forth to get more stimulation which only made the man chuckle.

“Feel good Cara?should I keep going?” His fingers pushed in and out,pressing a thumb on your clit for more stimulation,making you moan,but he quickly cupped your face,shushing you.

“Shh..shh..can’t let them know I’m having fun with my pretty little stylist,sweetheart.” You nodded as you tried to bite back your moans despite his hand covering your mouth making your sounds of pleasure muffled

“Hnghn..M’cumming..Lipp…S’good..”your nails dug into the wall almost making small holes into it,you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck,tickling your skin.

Then you felt empty,he pulled out his fingers out of you,making you whine,followed by a belt unbuckling behind you,you looked behind you in the corner of your eye,you saw him take off his belt and throw it somewhere on the nearby couch.

“Lie on the couch lover,don’t want you getting tired now.”

You did as told you lied on the couch on your back,you closed your thighs togather,which only made him frown,he went towards where you were lying and he roamed his hands on your thighs before prying them apart earning a small gasp from you.

“Don’t act all shy now sweetheart,don’t worry,I’ll do all the work,just stay quiet for me Kay?”

You nod and watch him take his member out of his boxers,making your mouth water at the sight of it,he wasn’t exactly big,or thick,but he was normal,bright pink tip,almost touching his stomach,with pre-cum leaking from it.

“Hm,you like what you see,Amore?” Which made you chuckle,he did know his way of words,which was also the many reasons why you were head over heels for him.

“If it hurts,use safe word okay? I don’t want to force you.” His voice was full of care,gentleness,proving that he didn’t only care about his desires but also your safety.

You nodded your head and he flashed you a smile,before going over and kissing your forehead.

He positioned himself between your legs,slowly pushing his tip in your entrance,making you whine but you quickly slapped your hand on your mouth,to prevent any sounds,there were a lot of people,and guests outside the dressing room,so you couldn’t let them barge in and see you two like this.

He slowly slid himself deeper,earning small whines from you,he grabbed your hips in his hands,and started moving in slow pace,slowly thrusting in you.

“Ugh—mh..”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this..Darling..” He let out a small groan escape his lips,making you blush,he was beautiful,when he was like this,his hair a little messy,his forehead glistening in sweat.

“Ah..hngh..! Lipp.feels so good…!”

He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft blonde hair falling loose from his forehead.

“fuck fuck..I’m cumming…! I’m gonna-“

“Go on,pretty girl,cum for me.” He whispered as he planted a soft kiss on your neck,before sucking on the spot,making you whimper,and finish right there.

Your head was dizzy,legs trembling and shaking a little,he stared at you;and leaned down to hold your chin,and give you small peck on your lips.

He pulled up his pants,and buckled his belt around his waist,after that He then slowly sat you properly on the couch,sliding himself next you,wrapping his arm around your shoulder,snuggling next to you and inhaling your scent.

“Don’t want us getting caught,don’t want the fans going after you..” you looked at him,flashing him a smile which he returned with a wink,before speaking up again.”but next time,I want to hear you scream as loud as you wish to..” you nodded and wrapped your arms around him,his scent was so addicting..his expensive cologne mixed with bit of a sweat..you were addicted.

“You’re so pretty,hope you know that sweetheart” his hand reached to your face,and rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip,you leaned in his touch,it felt so..warm,you felt like this for the first time ever..

“Did you enjoy it? Hope I did good..” he smiled at you,and tucked few strands of your hair behind your ears,making you giggle as his fingertips grazed at your neck softly.

“Of course I did,you know..I’ve always liked you since the day I got here..” which only made his smile bigger he put his head on your shoulder,wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your body closer to him.

“I love you Y/n,since the day that I saw you.”He kissed your temple,and held your hand in his.

“I love you too Lipp.”

Doc boyfriend headcannons

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Fluffy Headcanons

• His Touch is Always Cold

Doc’s hands are perpetually cold due to his fragile health, but he doesn’t mind letting you warm them up. If you ever take his hands in yours and rub warmth into them, he’ll stare at you like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world.

• Quiet but Protective

He doesn’t show it outwardly, but Doc does care. If someone even thinks about harming you, he’ll calmly stare at them before whispering something terrifyingly clinical about how easy it is to make someone’s body shut down.

• Gazes at You Like a Puzzle

He watches you—a lot. It’s not in a lecherous way, but rather like he’s trying to memorize every little detail about you. The way you move, the way your breath hitches when you’re nervous, how your pulse quickens when he gets too close. He finds you fascinating.

• Prefers Subtle Affection

He’s not the type to say “I love you” outright, but he shows it in small ways. He’ll leave small medical notes about your well-being, remind you to drink water, or press a cold palm against your forehead to check your temperature without a word.

• His Weak Body = Excuse for You to Care for Him

He hates appearing weak, but he secretly enjoys when you force him to rest. If you run your fingers through his hair and hum softly while he lays in your lap, he’ll act indifferent, but his breathing will slow, and he’ll relax completely.

• Unnerving but Sweet at the Same Time

He’ll say something incredibly unsettling in the most affectionate way possible.

• “Your heartbeat is steady. I’d hate for someone to mess with it… besides me.”

• “You should sleep. It would be a shame if you collapsed, though I’d enjoy nursing you back to health.”

• Absolutely Not a Fan of the Others Flirting with You

He won’t say anything outright, but if Pianoman or Albatross get too comfortable with you, Doc will simply smile and mention how easy it is to stop a heart if you know the right pressure points.

• Rare Moments of Genuine Vulnerability

If he ever gets too weak, he’ll allow you to help him—even letting you hold him if he collapses. The way he clings to you when his body gives out is proof that, despite his cold demeanor, he trusts you.

NSFW Headcanons

• Lethal Precision, Even in Bed

Doc is very observant—he knows exactly where to touch, how to make you squirm, and what makes your body react. His knowledge of human anatomy isn’t just for medical purposes.

• Soft, Breathless Whispering

He doesn’t talk much during intimacy, but when he does, it’s always in that soft, clinical voice of his.

• “Your body reacts so beautifully. I wonder how much more I can push you.”

• “You tremble so easily. I should study this reaction more often.”

• He’s Slow, Methodical, and Precise

He’s not rough—his body wouldn’t allow it—but he makes up for it with patience and precision. Every touch, every movement is calculated to get the best reaction out of you.

• Skin-on-Skin Contact Feels Electric

Because he’s always cold, the warmth of your body drives him insane. He craves your warmth, pressing his thin frame against you, sighing softly when your skin heats his up.

• Enjoys Watching You More Than Anything

Doc is fascinated by your reactions. He watches every twitch, every shiver, every gasp—his sharp eyes cataloging every little thing that makes you tick.

• A Mix of Control and Dependency

He’s both in control and entirely at your mercy. His frail body means he relies on you in some ways, but his knowledge of how to make you fall apart means he’s never truly powerless.

• Overstimulation is His Favorite

Since he doesn’t have the stamina for prolonged sessions, he makes sure to make every second count. His goal? To have you trembling, over-sensitive, and completely undone in the shortest amount of time.

• Loves When You Take Control

There are nights when he’s too weak to do much, and on those nights, he lets you take the lead. He watches you with that eerie, admiring gaze of his, letting you use him however you like.

• Never Rough, Always Intense

He might not have the strength for roughness, but his intensity makes up for it. His hands might shake slightly as they explore your body, but his determination never wavers.

• His Body is Sensitive Too

Despite his reserved demeanor, he’s incredibly sensitive. His thin frame, his exposed ribs—every little touch sends a shiver down his spine. If you ever trail your fingers over his chest or press soft kisses to his skin, he’ll melt under you.

• Post-Intimacy is Surprisingly Sweet