#and i wouldn't want anyone to feel left out

[enha-doodles]

Heyya I love your works 💗💗 and I was wondering if u u could do Slytherin boys reacting to the reader being a muggleborn 🥹

Classic yk🕺🏻🕺🏻

SLYTHERIN GUY'S REACTION TO YOU BEING A MUGGLEBORN | ✧⁺。

Pairing : (Mattheo , Tom , Theodore , Lorenzo , Draco) x muggleborn!reader

Note : tysm bestie 🤪🤪✨ also that is such a classic request !!!

Warnings : mentions of fighting , toxicness in Tom's (I mean?)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Yes , he's got this thing against Muggle-borns, but if it's you, he's willing to put on his big boy pants and overlook it. But don't you dare insult his girl's blood status, or else you'll witness a show even Voldemort himself would be proud of! Picture it: a bunch of Slytherin wannabes start spouting nonsense about you not being worthy of Mattheo because he's the Dark Lord's spawn, and well you're just a stupid mudblood.

That sets Mattheo off like a firecracker! He goes all Hulk mode, smashing and bashing until they're all groveling at his feet. "Stay in your fucking place, you piece of shit, or else you won't live to tell the tale of Voldemort's son representing the Dark Lord himself!" He's a total hotie in fight mode btw

TOM RIDDLE

Now, Tom's got issues. He's got this whole orphanage baggage weighing him down, but deep down, he's just a lovesick puppy because he never received any. Sure, he hates the whole blood status talk, but he loves you more than he hates it. And merlin, does he have a way of showing it! He'll dominate and control like it's his daily job, but common, it's all out of love, right? And if anyone dares to even look at you funny, bam! It's going to be a hex city, and guess whose the population ? them.

But if you try to disobey or disrespect him he won't hesitate to return to his true self , he'd grab your chin harshly and menacingly whisper, "You're just a filthy mudblood, know your place. Here, God isn't your lord. I am."

THEODORE NOTT

hmm, Theodore, the rebel with a cause. He's not like his father , nothing like him at all and he constantly wants to prove it , this is just one of those things that help him show you and others that he's different.He couldn't care less about blood status drama. Nope, if he loves you, he loves ALL of you, flaws and all.

He'd threaten everyone around that you're his girl and if anyone says anything to you or if they try to hurt you then they'd be found dead before they can say sorry . "Get this in your stupid ass head, you dick - you mess with her, you mess with me and remember I don't pull bunnies out of a hat ."

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Lorenzo's like that curious cat who just can't resist poking his nose into everything. Muggle stuff? Fascinating! Like Theodore he wouldn't mind . He'd actually ask more about how it's there and all the technology intrigues him but he'd still be on about how magic is better . He would support you all the time and try to indulge in stuff to make you feel better .

Would threaten his friends to be mindful of their words around you because you're very dear to him and he wouldn't mind a punch to two if it means you're protected "Hey hey hey , watch it or I won't!"

DRACO MALFOY

Draco, return of the drama queen of Slytherin lmao . He'll start off all high and mighty, spouting hurtful things left, right, and center. But when reality hits and you stop talking to him , he realizes he's messed up, cue the banging at your door , sputtering out apologies and the gifts galore - rich boy lowkey buying his way out but you can't complain because he's got all your favourite stuff .

Draco would kinda joke to lighten the mood "God, I love you, but my father cannot hear about this." Classic Draco, am I right?

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[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Favoritism

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: Captain Levi wouldn't let his feelings for a scout under him get in the way of his professionalism, right?

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N, Levi being a dick to others, implied smut, making out, nudity, titan deaths, drinking.

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist

Y/N sat in the conference room, tapping her foot nervously. It was time for assessment of the newest scouts and she was the last to go. Every single one of them had come out of Captain Levi’s office either looking dejected, shaken up, or outright crying. She had no clue what he could possibly be saying to everyone to elicit such reactions. Everyone had been nervous and she had no idea why. Captain Levi had been nothing but decent to her but her former classmates didn’t seem to share her view. In contrast, she wasn’t nervous for her meeting until she saw everyone else’s reactions.

As the door opened across the hall, she could hear quiet sobs followed by footsteps running down the hall. After a couple minutes, Captain Levi appeared in the door frame. “L/N?” he called before turning on his heel and walking back into his office. She followed after him quickly, stepping into his office as he held the door for her. Once she was inside, he shut the door behind her and gestured for her to sit. She complied as her captain took a seat across from her behind the desk. He took a moment to look through some papers before speaking. “So going over what your instructors had said when you were a cadet I’m not at all surprised you’re doing so well. You work well with the team and communicate. You’ve shown just how skilled you are in titan combat and you’re very professional in the workplace.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“My only suggestion is to stop taking such big risks. Your actions have never risked anyone else’s safety so I’ve never felt the need to say anything. But for your sake, make sure you’re not putting yourself in any unnecessary danger.”

“Understood, sir.”

“And with that in mind, I’d like to offer you a spot on the Special Operations Squad. We could use someone like you,” he said with the slightest ghost of a smile.

Her breath hitched and she was pretty sure her eyes widened. A spot on Captain Levi’s team? The Levi Squad, as it had been dubbed, was the best and most exclusive unit in all of the Scouts Regiment. “I’d love to, sir. Thank you.”

His shadow of a smile grew into a small one as he sat back in his seat. “Good. Seeing as I have nothing else to complain about, you’re dismissed.”

Not wanting to embarrass herself out of joy and excitement, she hurried out of the office. That was the meeting that had sent the rest of her teammates off crying? She didn’t dwell on it as she walked back towards her living quarters. As she walked through the hall, she could hear faint sobs and hushed, angry whispers coming through the doors. She ignored them until suddenly one of her classmates left her room with slightly red eyes. “Oh, Y/N,” Zelma greeted. “How was your meeting with the captain?” she asked, pity already creeping into her expression.

The newest member of the Special Operations Squad froze. Did she tell people? It would seem like she was rubbing it in everyone else’s faces. But they’d all find out eventually, right? Still, there was still time for her to tell them. It didn’t have to come on the heels of everyone else’s tears. “It was fine. He just chewed me out a bit for taking risky moves.”

“Yeah, well you got the best of it then. Mandel got chewed out for a full ten minutes about writing the date on his documents incorrectly.”

“Oh god.”

“Yeah, well, I’m going to see if Rose is okay,” Zelma said, brushing past her. As she continued onto her room, she thought about her interactions with Captain Levi. Nothing about him seemed like he’d do that to a person. When she first started, she screwed up about ten pages of reports but rather than scream at her, he had spent the whole night helping her fix them.

“What’s this?” a deep voice rang through the nearly empty office. Her head snapped up towards the door, finding easily the most feared man in all of the Survey Corps… scarier than Commander Erwin Smith.

“Uh… hello, sir,” she stuttered out as she tried to covertly cover up the paperwork she had messed up and was trying to redo.

He said nothing as he approached her desk. Before even looking at her piles of paper, he lit the candle on her desk, making her realize just how late it was and how dark it had gotten. He then observed her papers, easily identifying what she tried to cover up. Wordlessly, he pulled up a chair to sit on the side of her desk, grabbing half of her pile. She looked at him perplexed until he finally explained. “I’ll do this half so we finish quicker.”

“Oh… uh… thank you, sir. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he replied, the phrase seeming too casual for Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. “I’ve made these mistakes before.” No he hadn’t. But he wanted to make her feel better.

~

A week later, the Levi Squad was heading out on a mission to reclaim the Scout Regiment’s old headquarters outside Wall Rose. This would be her first time fighting since her cadet class had attempted to retake Shiganshina.

“You ready, brat?” a deep voice asked, coming up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, finding Captain Levi approaching her.

“Yes, sir,” she agreed, standing up straight and turning to face him.

The Captain stopped in front of her, taking a moment to observe her. A slight frown adorned his face as he stepped closer. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to the straps wrapped around her thighs. Unable to find her voice, she just nodded. He knelt down, grabbing the strap wrapped around her left leg first. He tugged at it, finding that it was a bit too loose, as well as throwing the wearer off balance. She fell forward, catching herself on Levi’s shoulder. She immediately moved to steady herself but another tug seemed to bring her closer.

Levi kept his face straight as he moved on to her other leg. He enjoyed the closeness of her. Ever since that night they spent filling out her paperwork, just reveling in each other’s company, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He had justified it in his mind as simply admiring her dedication, enabling him to invite her onto his team. And he couldn’t just let his newest member slip out of her ODM gear, right?

Moving on from the straps around her thighs, his hands wandered up to her waist. He was still kneeling before her but now that he was no longer pulling her leg forward, she stood on her own. He kind of missed her gentle yet firm grip on his shoulder. Nevertheless, he tugged at the straps around her waist, finding them perfectly snug. Satisfied, he finally stood, pulling her attention up with him. “You’re all set.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” she said, slight nervousness creeping into her voice. He just gave her a soft smile before heading over to his own horse.

~~

It had been a long two days. The Special Operations Squad had fought long and hard to clear and secure the Survey Corps’ headquarters but they did it without any casualties. Now, locked safely within the walls of the old castle, they celebrated.

“Oh my god, did you see Ral take down that five meter?” Bozado practically shouted in excitement. “Hell, she tripped the thing and still cut it’s nape.” Everyone cheered on Petra as she blushed.

“Did you see the rookie, here?” Jinn caught everyone’s attention as he nudged her shoulder. She blushed as well as everyone looked at her. “How was your first solo kill?”

She smiled, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Not enough,” she declared, eliciting a cheer from everyone. Across the table she caught Levi’s eye, giving her a smirk and nod of approval, the biggest reaction anyone had gotten out of him.

After a while of celebrating, everyone else was drunk with the exception of her and Levi. Needing a moment of quiet, she slipped out of the room, everyone else too drunk to notice. She made her way to the upper floors until she found a balcony in what was probably the commander’s room. Stepping outside, she just took a moment to breathe in the cool air. Fortunately all the titans had dissolved into nothingness, leaving the view almost beautiful. The only damper was the damage the titans had created.

“Mind if I join?” a low voice came from behind her.

Startled, she jumped, relieved when she saw that it was only Levi. “Oh, you scared me, Captain.”

“Did I?” he said, coming to stand next to her. “Didn’t take you as one to be scared easily. You did just stare down the jaws of a titan today.”

She shrugged, the blush returning to her cheeks. “Yeah well, I’d sooner face a titan than the infamous Captain Levi.”

He chuckled. “You did good,” he praised.

“Thank you, sir. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Your record speaks for itself,” he dismissed.

Turning to face the outside world again, a sudden breeze caught her, sending a chill down her spine. Noticing her movement, Levi unclasped the cloak from around his shoulders before placing it around his newest soldier. “Oh thank you sir but-” He waved his hand, dismissing her before going back to looking over the castle’s grounds, sipping on his tea. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the words. Clenching her jaw, she pondered all of his actions. Taking a deep swig of the whiskey Jinn had brought, she worked up the courage to speak. “Why do you treat me so well?”

Levi’s blood went cold. It was the question he dreaded and the opening he craved but still never hoped would come. Choosing to deflect, he spoke casually. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I treat everyone the same.”

“Sir, with all due respect, no you don’t,” she countered sheepishly. “When others in my class screwed up they were punished, you helped me. You invited me to your squad even though I wasn’t first in my cadet class. You don’t even really interact socially with your squad but you’re out here with me.”

Levi sighed, considering his next words. She had him pinned on this. “You… I…” he took a breath. “You impress me,” was all he said. “More than anyone ever has.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she pressed further.

Levi groaned internally as she kept pushing. Unable to say the words, he decided to show her. Resting his cup on the thick railing of the balcony, he stepped right next to her, grasping her face softly. Her doe like eyes stared up at him innocently until they fluttered closed as Levi leant down, connecting their lips. She parted her lips, granting him access to her mouth, which he took eagerly. His hands fell to her hips, pulling her in eagerly which she took as an invitation to reach for his coat. He helped her shed the clothing before he worked to unbutton his own shirt, still kissing her. Once it was off, he returned his hands to her hips, pushing her into the room and onto the bed. In a flurry of lips and clothes, Levi had her naked underneath him. Pausing for a moment, he pulled away just to observe her. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed before returning his lips to hers.

~~

Laying in the bed that had been prepared for him earlier that day, Levi stroked his newest squad-member’s hair. Her bare skin bathed in the moonlight as she slept peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile into the top of her head, feeling like a giddy teenager. He couldn’t believe he had finally found the girl of his dreams. In the Underground he had had no time for and therefore no consideration of love. He knew he’d have to keep her a well-guarded secret. Sometimes there were bigger threats than titans.

Continuing to enjoy the weight on his chest and the feeling of her soft hair running through his fingers, Levi stared out into the night. He could get used to this. One day they’d have to kill all the titans, right? Then they could get a nice little house out here in the country. Where it could just be the two of them.

Checking the clock that had been wound to the correct time, he could see that the sun would be rising soon. He hadn’t slept at all but that wasn’t out of the ordinary and he didn’t mind. He had more important things to think about than sleep. A small, irrational part of him worried that someone or something would come snatch her from him in the night right as he finally had her. But for the sake of keeping his reputation, he reluctantly slipped out of bed, gently replacing his chest with a pillow so as to disturb her as little as possible.

~

Given that the balcony doors had been left open, the object of Levi’s affection woke with the sun. With a gentle stretch, she soaked the sun in for a moment, inhaling the scent of her commander on the sheets. Despite wanting to lie in bed all day, she’d much rather avoid someone bursting in and asking her why she was in Levi’s bed so she got up reluctantly. Looking for her clothes, which had been shed on the balcony, she found them folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Smiling to herself, she put them on and fixed her hair before heading down to the kitchen.

Upon entering, she found all of her teammates grabbing food from the counter before sitting at the wooden table in the center. They all grumbled good mornings to her as they served themselves and sat. Still standing in the doorway, she saw her captain standing at the stove in an apron. “More pancakes are coming,” he announced.

There was a quiet cheer from the rest of the team as they were already digging through what had already been made. Sitting down, she helped herself to some of the fruit on the table before a plate full of pancakes appeared in front of her. She looked up, finding Levi sitting down beside her at the head of the table with another plate for himself. She just sent him a smile and said a quiet thanks as she dug in.

Meanwhile the rest of the team stared at the pair in shock. Seeing them first, Levi sent them a glare. “What? She hadn’t gotten a plate. Feed yourselves,” he barked before returning his attention to the woman sitting beside him.

Masterlist

#levi #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x reader #x reader

[sassy-cass-16]

Oh god I promised myself no bell’s hells meta until c3 ends but my brain is turning the “can she be trusted?” line over and over like chicken at the shawarma shop. because there are layers to that.

more under the cut because i let this run away from me:

so first off, there's the obvious: dorian initially seems to start to address the whole group, everyone who's left in the inn room, but turns and just locks eyes with orym when he asks. orym, who of everyone has the most reason to be biased against laudna right now. orym, who just got into a fight with laudna over the sword that killed both of them and orym's husband and father-in-law. that's who dorian thinks to ask, because he trusts orym not to let his judgment be clouded.

dorian first saw orym again after months of being separated, like, three days ago, and despite how much orym has visibly changed in those months, dorian doesn't hesitate to believe that orym will still be objective. he trusts that orym will be the one to look at this situation and tell him the truth.

because dorian has experience with orym telling him the truth. dorian knows firsthand how willing orym is to shuck his personal feelings in favour of what's true. dorian just saw what he could have become, had orym not stepped in to stop him taking the circlet of barbed vision. he owes the fact that he's alive and beholden to no gods to orym's willingness to be rational and objective in a situation involving a powerful magical item. by his own admission, "i wouldn't be here without you."

so of course dorian trusts him right now.

and there's something to the exclusion of the others, with that. dorian doesn't look to fearne and orym, although that would make sense because he's known the two of them the longest. he doesn't look to chetney, who's proven to be able to get a handle on this with the scream needle compromise. he doesn't look to ashton, who's been extremely levelheaded through this whole mess. he looks at orym, exclusively. he is asking orym, exclusively. not the group, although everyone decides to jump in to answer and then imogen comes through the window to complicate the matter. just orym.

dorian is the kind of person with a lot of potential for darkness in him. he hides it well because he's also deeply kind and friendly, but it's always been there. he's just been through something massively traumatic, and that was after the original circlet conflict back in exu prime. he had his alignment forcibly changed from good to neutral. but even after all he's gone though, orym's alignment is still good.

as much as orym doesn't want to be a leader and prefers to be a protector and follower, he does very well in situations where he takes on an amount of responsibility. when he's in some level of control over a situation, he takes to it naturally. he's a very good babysitter to his gaggle of weirdos. the "can she be trusted?" might have been an attempt on dorian's part to give orym a bit more control here. to reassure him that regardless of anyone else's feelings—regardless of how laudna's reaction might have affected him—orym deserves to be trusted, and he can make a decision that dorian will trust.

back in exu and all the way into early c3, dorian and orym slotted into a sort of parental position in their groups. watching over the crownkeepers' clothes when they went skinny dipping in exu. orym repeatedly steering everybody away from bad ideas. matt even described dorian leaving dariax in zephrah in 4sd as "dad just going out to get cigarettes." there's always been that underlying sense of "we are two of a pair" with dorian and orym. not to say that either of them don't see the others as adults, but they do have that rapport of being the babysitters in the gaggle of weirdos.

that kind of bond is just part of their dynamic. but especially in light of what's been happening while they were separated, and then what happened between them earlier that evening, "can she be trusted?" is a reminder of that bond. orym's been lonely, by his own admission, and one of the secrets he divulged at nana morri's was "i really miss dorian." he broke down crying during his last message through the sending stone, and then again on the bench not a few hours before this whole incident went down.

dorian came to comfort him. he flat-out said to orym's face "i'm here now." he reminded orym that he needs to rely on other people, that he can't always be the one saving everybody else. he gave orym the room to not be the strong one, and told him he has that room because dorian's there to support him. they can be two of a pair again.

he knows orym's been feeling like he can't do anything, like he had to resort to what he stopped dorian from doing with the circlet. and so dorian both gives him a choice to make, something to do, and shows him that he still trusts him unconditionally. "can she be trusted?" also means "i trust you" and "i'm here with you" and "this is how we've always been."

we know from liam in 4sd that orym has feelings for dorian that he's not sure are reciprocated. but even regardless of the romantic element here, dorian and orym have always had a partnership. they have always been two of a pair. the sequence of events leading to "can she be trusted?" is a perfect microcosm of he relationship between the two of them. it's just incredible.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #campaign 3 #dorian storm #orym of the air ashari #dorym #bells hells #cr meta

[jazeswhbhaven]

First of all, hi 💕, i just wanted to say that your headcanons are amazing and that i love it here. And if ist ok and you are acepting anons, can i be dumbass anon? Also x2, i let my imagination run free, and i thought of something, what kind of dates do think the kings, nobels and/ or angels would have with you? I thouht of these: Motorbike ride with Satan, spa date with Paimon, picnic by the lake with Mammon, walk in the forest with Andrealphus, bar and restaurant hopping with Beel, after lots of begging flying with Michael, beach date with Gamigin. Bonus for babyboy: movie and sleepover with Minhyeok. Sorry, i kind of in a fluffy mood (one of the 4 moods i have apart from: sad bitch, horny and caotic dumbass)

This has been sitting for a while dumbass anon, please forgive <3 BUT because it's been a minute, this is going to be one big fluffy sfw post for all devils/angels!! (though I will leave out the cherubim because I know mehhh very little of them?)

🖤Dates with your Faves, WHB Edition 🖤

Satan: An ideal date with this king is one of the most thrilling. You can count on traveling the country on his motorbike, trying out the local cuisine and bars, and maybe getting into a little trouble like sneaking into a movie you didn't pay for (as if anyone cares but...) or purposely antagonizing one of the other kings with a prank call. But he ends the day with visiting an abandoned ruin or building where you can watch the sunset together.

Stiri: Tea, tea, tea! There's a place in Gehenna that's similar to wine tasting except it's tea tasting. After selecting a loose leaf to take home, he takes you to a thriller suspense movie, it gets your heart going and that way he can hold your hand during (as if he needed a reason)

Paimon: Shopping malls stand no chance. You're both coming out with new outfits, sticker books from a niche department store, and perfume. Next is a spa day at the palace where neither of you is bothered, and you can relax all day.

Leraye: Trying to impress you he takes you on a nature hike! Even though he's a bit winded from the hills, the scenery is amazing. Bonus if there's thunder and rainy weather during your hike, the two of you bundled under an umbrella as he tries his best to hold back the horny and enjoy your company. Anything is worth it when it's with you. Astaroth: A quiet evening of listening to audiobooks and drinking fine wine (or sparkling red grape juice if you don't like alcohol) is perfect for this devil. He may try to slip an erotica in there, but it's just to tempt you.

Belial: He left Jiyu behind with Ppyong so he could go on your date. And just so happens there's a concert going on nearby. He loves the music, and he loves your energy after you both go to his favorite restaurant so he can recommend dishes for you, silently yes, but it's still just as fun as he loves hearing you speak, bonus points if you sing for him.

Zagan: A yoga session (don't worry he'll help you!), and tailisman writing course along with a paint and sip event. He's just happy to spend time with you any way he can, and you've gotten much better at reading his expressions!

Ppyong: Awh, let's not forget our fave little red lump! A day trip to the human world so he can eat all of his fave junk food and dishes is sure to make him happy. But he also wouldn't mind if you made some of his fave dishes in Gehenna from scratch.

Mammon: A date with this king is so over the top that you feel bad for even showing up without a fancy outfit. However, this time he opts for a quiet dinner at the palace, meaning the best cooks providing a feast, a massage for two, and cuddling in each other's arms on his balcony as you watch the golden rivers shimmer against the sunset.

Bimet: Better have some cash handy so you'll be ready to buy whatever it is he finds during your date that he wants. But also expect to be spoiled for once. For his favorite person he goes all out, he may cheap out on a couple things, but it's for a purpose. After window shopping, he takes you a place that fully customizes anything you desire and he pays for it.

Valefor: Oh he's a gentleman through and through. He's been saving up for your date to make sure it goes well, but you help by suggesting things that require more of his attention and time than money. He appreciates it and loves you more for it, a quick stroll around town, eating ice cream, and well it's his cheat day so he's chowing down on carbs!! Pizza and a movie with him is the best. Eligos: The only thing you'd need to do for his date is show up, look cute (not cuter than him) and pet his head the entire time you're walking around looking at items at the outdoor mall. He eats a lot so be prepared to stop at every little restaurant or cafe to grab a snack or an entire meal. He wants you to feed it to him.

Beelzebub: Oh, he actually remembered your date? Nope, there was no specific time, he literally showed up, took you, and went around Avisos showing you the different places you can hang out at (sounds familiar yeah?) only this time no funny stuff, he just wants to spend time with you and is very clingy the entire time. It's a foodie date again too, except a little easier on your stomach than last time. And he wants to take you to the store that sells a weird variety of candy aphrodisiacs.

Bael: He's so stressed out he almost forgot to take time off for your date. The two of you stay at the palace and enjoy each other's company by having good food, and massaging each other, and there's an indoor hot spring! He needed this and may fall asleep on you during the date but it's cute. Let him sleep.

Amon: He's never been on a date before, so he's quite clueless about what you'd want to do. But he likes seeing you blush each time he does something cute or flirty, so he keeps that up. A beach date is perfect, he can't wait to see you in your swimsuit. Embarrassed? Even better.

Stolas: He's annoyed that you suggest going out for the date, mostly because he doesn't want to deal with any random bs in the heart of Avisos. But after some convincing you both visit that maid cafe together and feed each other desserts. You'll have to split the bill though.

Naberius: It's so cliche but a zoo or an aquarium is a good date for him. Or...a science/art museum! But there's nothing "normal" about these places in Avisos, so get ready to see strange creatures, some that may have escaped from their enclosures...but he's got you. Oh and that new Italian restaurant that opened up? Check your meal for hair...

Leviathan: A date? With you? As if...(goes anyway because you asked him out and he doesn't want anyone else to go with you) It's somewhere quiet, serves nice pastries, and good drinks/tea. A boba shop, connected to an area for quiet sitting and reading. He orders for you, and gets upset and hangs the cashier if the order isn't right. But it's okay, no worries, you distract him anyway with jumping right into conversations about your hobbies. He seems to not care but he does, because he gets mad if you stop talking and ask about him lol

now let's say in a perfect world Levi even allows his nobles to go on a date with you...

Foras: A magic show. Yes. I know it's corny and he can spot every trick, but he finds it fascinating that someone here in Hades even bothered to entertain in such a way. Also, time spent with you? You want to spend time with him? He's glued to you the entire time.

Barbatos: Oh he's the biggest hopeless romantic. A stroll in his personal rose garden, nude...and has been growing a specific breed of rose just for you. Sunbathing and plenty of rose-centered dishes. He's just trying to impress you as much as possible.

Glasyalabolas: A date? Well, this was hard to get out of him because he declined, finding the thought of it pretty unsightly. But, you mention there's a film showing that the patrons are at risk of dying if they watch it, and now he's interested. Movie date it is- (and surprise no one dies and Glas already knew that you were lying once you got to the theatre, he just had a hard way of expressing wanting to spend time with you)

Orias for the heck of it: He knows that going on a date with you would annoy Levi, so he makes it very obvious that you two are going on one. He's dressed up, best makeup, best shoes, and outfit, he knows Levi spies on you so he makes it to where each time he kisses your cheek he brags about how soft your skin is. After all that tormenting and Levi not reacting, he gets bored and cuts the date short. He has better things to do. (brat)

Lucifer: He does not require much for a date. He's just happy to have you around. This consists of no Gamigin or Jjok, nor his nobles because this is just a date (though they are closeby) tea in his garden, sitting in silence, he may ask to hold your hand or heck have you sit in his lap. Just peace and quiet...for once.

Gamigin: He's so energetic! Something that exerts alot of energy is key, so a hike, dancing, amusement park, nature park, anything stimulating. Plus if you get hurt during he can instatly heal you with his staff! Expect blushing, hand holding, and nose kisses.

Morax: Awh, poor baby is worried about you the entire date. "Do your feet hurt? I can carry you" "Oh that dish is too hot let me check" "I think this may have an ingredient that's deadly, I'll taste." He's also just so courteous and chivalrous it's too sweet. You two are probably eating a nice dinner, or enjoying the library or art museum.

Buer: He's originally from Tartaros so he's got the cash saved up to pay for a nice date anywhere in Hell. In fact, that's where you end up going! He's treating you to a lavish dinner, and a quiet evening at the palace resort (yes there's a resort attached) He makes tea for you himself during your downtime at the resort.

Marbas: Goodness, his idea of a date is trying to figure out what it is that you even like to do. Expect him to stare at you a lot, make awkward comments, and thank goodness he took off his restraints during the date, but you do have to remind him to keep pulling up his pants.

Belphegor: Well, let's just say that your date with him would be...him staring at you intently. Asking why you're in Hell, and then nodding off if you start rambling too much. This has now become a nap date. Get those pillows ready! (I wish his info was out already so I could do this better lol)

Adrealphus: A date? He's so surprised and more than happy to go on one with you. You link arms, visit an area that doesn't require being around too many people, and describe the landscapes to him. Add on a shoulder massage and peppered kisses on the nape of his neck and it's a perfect end to the date! He loves the stimulation.

Bathin: The best date for this quiet devil is a bookstore/coffee/museum. He may or may not hold your hand during depending on his mood, but he does request to stop by Avisos so he can see his friend Stolas. While in Avisos there's a pit stop at a cafe during the daytime the only time it's not surrounded in chaos.

Guison: Oh boy, get ready to stay in for the night. Your best bet with a date with this man is solving problems and doing a quiz night with various snacks and drinks. It's mundane but he loves it, bonus points if you have any strategy board games to play.

(a little spicy tho due to the nature of this country) Asmodeus: Pure speculation here, but your date is pretty wild. It started with a nice stroll in the park and ended with your shirt going missing and the last five hours a blur as you're in his arms waking up in a random bed. Hey from the hickie you have on your neck, I assume it went well.

Phenix: Oh honey, you two didn't even make it out of the door before he was rolling around and orgasming over your outfit. It wasn't even revealing it just looks so good on you. Yup gotta take it off now, he's feinin' for you.

Dantalian: Well, he's just a simple devil with simple needs, whisking you up the heaven to see how long it takes before someone notices you two are up there and now someone has to come get you two. It was a nice thrilling date though, cause he made out with you in front of everyone.

Ronove: The two of you stay at his place and he shows you his collections of...things if you don't mind. He wants to paint your nails, and his takes off his mask for you as long as you promise not to take a photo or tell anyone. Long convos about little to nothing to...oh wait yup those are his fingers...in your [redacted] this date has escalated.

Michael: Well, you know one thing is for certain, and that's he's not having the date happen in heaven and only because everyone annoys him. So you offer to go to a place of his choosing. He doesn't eat much, so the two of you are just traveling place to place, hearing him vent, and if you're lucky he may want to hold your hand or you may see him smile.

Gabriel: You're going to laugh but his ideal date is church, bible study, a retreat, or a mission trip. Anything that involves serving God and showing your love for him to do his work is a great time for Gabriel. Not religious? Don't worry, you can pray together in his room. That counts as a date. Eventually, you'll see the light.

Raphael: Oh he's dragging you wherever he wants for a date. He wants to get out of heaven and away from his brothers so much that he's practically begging you. A BBQ place to eat will suffice followed by possibly punishing some sinners but maybe that can hold off for a moment. He's holding your hand during. You aren't going too far either....he'd even follow you to the bathroom.

BONUS, date with-

Minhyeok

Finally, he's been waiting for the moment to ask you out and have a good time together. Now that you're back from Hell, for the time being, he's got an entire day planned out. Takes you to your favorite restaurant, you catch a movie together, go shopping and buy matching keychains or anything, even phone charms. And finally, today is a special day, he hired someone to fire off fireworks to ask you to officially be his partner. How could you say no? (well...you may have to if you're still attached to your devil(s) maybe he's just doomed to wait for you forever?)

#jwhbrequests📬 #whb #jwhbasks❓ #what in hell is bad #whb headcanons #whb everyone lol #whb kings #whb nobles #whb angels #whb minhyeok

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Honey, you bring the worst out of me ♥️

JEGULUS. Enemies to enemies in lust with each other. Toxic, mutual obsession. Jegulus who hate each other's guts. None of them are good to each other and they don't try. CW: NSFW. SMUT AT THE END. According to James, Regulus is a death sentence. Poor guy.

Jegulus who spit in each other's mouths.

James and Regulus who tolerate each other for Sirius' sake.

James, who tells Regulus to let his brother go, if he ever truly loved him. Who tells Regulus to stop being selfish and set Sirius free. That when Sirius looked to the future, he was facing James. Not him.

Regulus, who taunts James because he can never be just Sirius' brother. That Sirius' outright refusal to choose between them is because he can't love James enough to fill the hole Regulus will leave in his life. Sirius is stuck right in the middle and it was James, who Sirius felt needed to be reminded — that he wouldn't choose between them.

Jegulus who inevitably end up bloodied and battered by each other's fists. Hands gripping the other close as they peer into each other's eyes. Resentment. Loathing. Themselves. They see perfectly as they look.

James, who hates the way Regulus puts himself above others as he says it's his birthright to do so. He's sick of the surety in Regulus' calm admittance that he only cares about the people he loves, the rest be damned.

Regulus, who loathes Potter's insistence that his every moral thought be followed. He watches as James proudly proclaims that people can simply be beaten and fought into submission until they know right from wrong. Regulus who takes sick, sick pleasure as he casts a deep cutting curse the moment James decides he couldn't stomach Regulus' indifference.

Regulus, who realizes that no one can ever make his blood sing the way James does whenever their fires burn in each other's presence.

—

James, who dreams about pale skin with deep, purple bruises he put on there. He thinks of how he'd love to see more of it. More skin. More bruises.

Regulus who takes satisfaction in seeing the scar his curse leaves on James' brown skin. He thinks, he should've cut deeper.

—

Jegulus who look for each other everywhere. Who wait for each other every time. Who feel the violence singing, calling to each other. And, something else — the urge to maim, to mark, to hurt, to touch.

James who won't let anyone near Regulus because he doesn't deserve that kind of love, while the other merely steals away the people attracted to James' burning. Regulus is a star, he burns brightly too. James can starve. They orbit each other, just as well as they keep people away from each other. They've done well in making sure they don't have anyone else but themselves.

—————•

Regulus, who, upon graduation, decides he wants to study in France, then Germany, then... Then Egypt. Sirius sees him off with a tight hug, afraid to let his brother go so far, for so long. Remus is standing steady just beside Sirius ready to catch him after Regulus leaves, while Peter quietly takes a picture of the two brothers' first, real goodbye.

And James is there. Staring. Hungry. Left unsatisfied. Regulus simply decided there was nothing to stick around for. James was unworthy of much else.

—

Regulus hears the bustling of a foreign city, well awake late into the night, outside his bedroom window. Paris. Regulus really did it. Tomorrow, he'll be gone, off to a small province in the country to look for a woman who they say teaches potions only to five people every four years. Perenelle Flamel is a madwoman, and whatever happens, she'll be teaching six instead of five. He'll make sure.

Regulus looks into the future with hunger. Ambition ringing through him, pushing, pulling.

But also, right now, alone with himself —

(tan skin, mocking smiles, derisive sneers, and hands that could bruise. words he knew to expect, deflect, and return with the same ugliness. his blood running hot at the sight of him, as they respond to each other merely being in the same room. he wants to mark him.)

He's bored.

—

The crack of apparition jolts Regulus awake. It's 2 am and he's in Berlin. He smiles.

"You left."

"Five months ago, yes, I did. You were there. So your savage brain finally caught up, good for you. What? Couldn't take it?"

"You left with unfinished business, you ran like a coward."

Hmm?

"I left because you were a bore."

—

Regulus will not moan. He will not clench around James' length as the other man grunts over him, hitting his prostate again and again. He will not give any sign of his pleasure away. Regulus decides right in the throes of ecstasy, that James will hunger for what he can't have. His toes curl and he fights to remain cold, careless, and spiteful.

"You're shaking, you know? Quivering like the slut you are," James whispers into his ear, the last few words tapering into a rough moan. The man has set a relentless pace, merely pinning Regulus down into his bed, only exerting enough effort to free himself and sink into Regulus' hole. James pauses, choosing to do so with a harsh thrust in, before grinding deeper, making sure he's pressing up into that one spot that has Regulus spasming — legs cramping underneath the man's weight as he twitches. He can't help it, he opens his mouth to let out desperate heaving breaths.

"There we go," James smiles into his shoulder.

Hands grip onto his hips tight enough to bruise, and careless enough to have nails digging into his flesh, and James goes right back to fucking him as hard as he can.

Regulus moans, "No, stop." He fucking hates this, giving James any sort of satisfaction. He fucking hates it. But he's been fighting every single spasm for so long his body's simply seizing up as it gives in to the onslaught of James' hard fucking. His own cock is trapped beneath his body, sensitive to the damp sheets as he's been leaking copiously, precum fucked out of him, and it's a harsh sensation to a warm cock, teetering to orgasm.

He's caught, pinned down, no — held down. And James won't stop.

A hand roughly grabs on to the back of his neck, pushing his face down as James props himself up to change angles. It's awful it's too much. Regulus opens his mouth, he breathes cotton in, gasping for breath. Muscles tighten into familiar spasms and he can feel his legs cramping against James'.

"I'm gonna cum," he hears him say.

He's trapped. He can't help but feel the way James hammers inside of him, each time sparking delirious pleasure inside. It's too much and James, won't stop. He's relentless. Hungry.

It's the same hunger he baited since he left London for something else. The man fucking into him with wild abandon, Regulus thinks, came after him. All the way to Berlin. Thinking back to the day of his departure, he remembers seeing James' eyes over his brother's shoulder and knew he won.

He's not so sure now.

"Regulus," James moans.

Regulus comes first. And he comes screaming, as he whites out.

He hears smug laughter, and the fading sensation of a quickening pace as James fucks into him with vindictive glee.

—

He's beautiful, isn't he? James thinks as he looks down at the sleeping figure of Regulus Black. He was never really blind to the man's beauty, though knowing intimately how he goes about destroying people, it was just another part of him that he used as a weapon. It wasn't something James ever admired.

It was poisoned beauty and James was immune to the spectacle of it all.

"Passed out from a good fucking, you little slut."

All these years of relentless fighting. All the blood and bruises. The poison and venom. It all came down to this.

Granted, it was the best orgasm of his life. He's fucked men and women, separately, together, sometimes with someone else watching. All good fun. So he knows this was different, just from the way he needed to fuck Regulus — hungered and raged to be inside of him and hold him down, to have him, finally.

Still, now, as he looks at the man, he wants more. His fingers twitch at the desire to grab him awake and fuck him open again.

"I've marked you haven't I? Look at you and your precious little scar. Mangled and ugly, just like yourself. Did you keep it to remember me by? Did you like the way I made you bleed? Forget it. You followed me like a dog. A savage. To Berlin, you fucking idiot. You're mine now."

Hypocrite. Regulus had been leaving clues in all his letters to Sirius, well aware he'd be reading over his shoulder.

James knows that the hate is deep and mutual, having festered due to the person between them and their inability to love Sirius the way the other found acceptable, enough. They fight like wolves over the man they love more than themselves, a brother and a best friend.

And as men, outside of the person who brought them together, they're fundamentally (morally, socially, philosophically) incompatible. James cannot fucking stomach Regulus' inherent selfishness and ease of using cruelty to get what he wants. And he knows, he looks at James and sees someone he can get rid off.

Yet, like this, they inevitably, seek each other out.

You're mine.

What a death sentence.

When they're done with each other, James wonders what'll be left of them to salvage.

#regulus black #james potter #starchaser #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus smut #regulus smut #marauders era fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus headcanon #regulus headcanon #the black brothers #marauders era #sirius black #hp marauders #hp fanfiction #marauders era fic #dead gay wizards #my writing

[rikanescence]

you meant it when you rejected leon last summer. he was a sweetheart, but he wasn't your type. too... awkward and clingy. without changing the nature of your relationship, leon was still keen on acting like your boyfriend. begging you to stay friends with him despite the one-sided pining. his eyes looked so sad. you remember how his voice cracked, the shaky words leaving between his soft, pink lips. he didn't wanna let you go, you were too important. he promised you that he wouldn't try anything. the sight, the ego boost you got from it, or both, were sufficient in making you oblige. you kissed his cheek and he told you he'd ‘go try find someone else.’

someone else, he'd found. he pleaded for you to help him. he had never kissed anyone before and he wasn't going to risk screwing up his date by 'biting the skin off their lips', according to his text messages. they had to be pretty special. that or leon was just being obsessive as usual. begging again. his panic only grew once you told him to use a pillow. you received and listened to a voice message of leon berating your nonchalance. he whined that it needed to be you he kissed. you sent an ambiguous reply somewhere between yes, no, and maybe so. 

rolling off your bed, you were some sort of giddy thinking of your new arrangement with leon. yeah, you weren't into him like that, but being a guy's first kiss? how precious. 

—♡—

pushing down his door handle, you smiled at how leon always left his front door unlocked until it was dark out. you could never even think of doing that. you were opposites to a comedic extent. you waltzing into leon's place in a skimpy tank top and shorts, what you always wore during your sleepovers back in high-school. leon nearly collapsing from nerves, but being pissed enough to march towards you and grab you by the shoulders. your grin was smug whilst his blue eyes bore holes into yours.

“you? what are you doing here? didn't you tell me to use a pillow? and stop smiling, this is serious, damn it!"

he shook you, and your foreheads collided in time with your noses. you glanced down and saw your mouth was close to leon's, almost touching.

"trying to sneak a kiss in so early? hm, that's not how you do it," you teased. leon's face flushed, but his irritation came back in a flash.

"oh, shut up," he muttered, releasing your shoulders and turning back towards his room. he stopped, then glared at you.

"are you going to help me or not?"

you followed leon and made your way up the stairs to his bedroom. falling onto his bed, leon’s only reaction was a downcast grumbling of how he ‘just did the sheets.’ so emo.

"come on, leon. don’t you want help," you questioned with a raised brow, that expression of a suppressed laugh you always held when leon was around smeared on your face. you sat up and patted the space next to you, feeling the mattress sink beneath you as you kneeled. once leon had plopped beside you on his bed, you took his face in your hands and pulled a little at his cheeks, giggling at how butthurt he looked.

"awww, don't look so sad," you teased, "there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a grown man who's never had a kiss."

"asshole," he scoffed, pushing your hands off his face and pinning you by the wrists so you couldn't grab it anymore. 

"i mean it. your date is very lucky," you praise, “but i’m luckier.” 

you click your tongue in annoyance when you find leon’s grip is too strong for you to wriggle your hands out of. despite his tendencies to follow your lead, leon was stronger than you. he could easily overpower you. he wouldn't dream of doing that, or maybe he would, but you liked it.

“gonna take me in, officer kennedy?”

 you fell forward as to topple onto him. leon gasped once you made a seat of his midriff,  his surprise causing him to release your hands. just as planned. you reached out to cup his face, and lifted it to yours. leon didn't know what to say, or do, or think, or feel, or anything. he didn't know anything when you kissed him. his attempt at returning one was pitiful-- he pretty much smooshed his mouth against yours and hoped for the best, you couldn't help but laugh. leon still hadn't gotten over you.

"no, leon..."

“what? what do you want then,” he spat with creases between his harsh brows, his mouth down while he fidgeted in place and looked to the side.

“like you can do it better. that—” he licked his lips before raising his voice. “what you gave me wasn’t even french! i barely felt it. are you the teacher or the student?” leon's criticism was unbelievable and impossible to be offended by. not when he couldn’t even look at you. not when you caught him tugging his shirt lower over his jeans. this idiot. 

you caressed his textured face with your thumb, guiding his eyelids shut before you kissed him again. your hands fell to his chest and pushed him into the mattress, forcing him to relax. a state of meditation is good for guys like him.

“there, there, leon. don’t want you popping an artery,” you mock.

you sank to his level, the silk warmth of your shorts right below leon's hips making his eyes snap open another time. you laughed at him, he frowned again.

“sorry,” you offered without a trace of sincerity. you’d sat on something sensitive, for sure. your back arched like a cat, your plump lips pecked the corner of leon's mouth. your fingernails, teasing his chest through his shirt, had his front teeth lodging into his lip as he tried to stifle a whimper. leon didn't want you to notice the goosebumps that flared up on his skin as you did that. always so bad at playing it cool. you bit leon's swollen bottom lip to pull it away from his own teeth, your hand going to his neck and your thumb pressing into his adam's apple. 

“you can't just… do that,” he choked. 

“do what? you're saying you don't like my kisses?” you put on a hurt expression and leon shook his head in quick distress.

“no, wait, not like that. you know what i mean,” he grouched, only continuing because of the look you were giving him. “i like it. please don't stop.”

better. the gap between his lips was perfect and slick. your frisky tongue rolled, sliding from your open mouth to leon's while it lapped the inside of your sweet, wet kiss that tasted of mouthwash. or maybe a mint? 

pushing him up against the wooden headboard, your hands gripped his hips-- one spreading out to roam his toned abdomen. you wrapped your legs around his center and ran a hand through his tousled hair, eliciting those sweet sounds you love to hear from him when you massaged his head like that. leon's big hand grabbed your breast, squeezing it so tight.

“fuck, leon,” you exhale with your pretty lips touching his.

“is that okay?” you opened your eyes to see him looking up at you for approval, his thumb swiping your nipple through the thin fabric clothing it.

“yeah, you're doing so… good,” you assured.

leon smiled. you captured his lips again, loving the way he relaxed as you did, his right hand losing its grip and the other running up and down your back. you nestled yourself further against his center, your fingertips pushing past the band of his cotton boxers. leon whined your name into the kiss, his hips bucked up into you. needy. the friction-charged feel of denim rubbed you just right. you stayed breathing him in, taking all you could get before leon fucked it up. your tongue clashed with his blunt-forced teeth, and you disconnected that very instant. leon was red-faced, his chest heaving with such intensity you swore you could see his pumping heart beating against it. 

"fuck, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to. you don't have to stop," he pleaded. you glanced at his bedside alarm clock then to him, trying to seem fine despite feeling short of breath yourself. typical. you'd had enough fun.

"aren't you gonna be late for your... date?" 

leon frowned, his eyes down instead of on you. 

"are you seriously..." he was still struggling to breathe. "are you seriously asking me that right now?"

your gaze fell, too. although belated, your eyes landed on the bulge you'd been feeling earlier. leon caught your attention and took the opportunity to plead with you. 

"please..."

leon's arms remained limp at his side, but he clenched a fist. he wanted more.

"what's wrong," you cooed. you placed a hand on the tent in his coarse, blue jeans and palmed it. a moan escaped leon. looking up at him, his eyes seemed glossy. you smiled.

"this doesn't change anything, leon. we can still be friends."

#leon kennedy #leon x reader #re2 remake #re2 leon #not proofread

[likeshipsonthesea]

i had feelings and wrote this post about shannon and i didn't wanna confuse it w eddie stuff but as she is ultimately a character in eddie's story i also wanted to go into the implications of this for eddie

do i think eddie was a bad husband? yes. does this make him a horrible irredeemable man who should take a vow of celibacy to protect the world from the burden of his romantic love? no.

but i think it's important that eddie actually deals with the reality of his relationship with shannon. i think we've got a start with this arc, and all the things he said to kim, but even then he starts out saying shannon was "the love of [his] life" when bestie, you didn't even know her.

they met in high school. they got pregnant unexpectedly and married just as fast. and then eddie left and they didn't know each other outside of a screen and brief visits for five years, then eddie was full of trauma and shannon's mother was dying, and then another two years apart, and then they were back together but didn't really talk outside of christopher.

by the time eddie re-proposed, he knew shannon as christopher's mother. that's it. he had no idea she wouldn't want another proposal. he heard "pregnant" and immediately went back to his 18-21ish self who knew nothing more than Responsibility. he didn't know shannon wouldn't want that. he didn't know anything about her--or at least, the audience didn't. where did she live? what did she do for work? what were her interests? from the beginning, the narrative--and eddie--treated shannon like a mother-shaped ghost to flit into and out of eddie's life.

and right as eddie was forced to look the truth of his and shannon's relationship in the eye, she died. how is he meant to consider all the nitty gritty rough edges and centers of their relationship through the rose-colored veil of grief?

i get why eddie hasn't tried to de-tangle all these feelings. it feels like he's shitting on shannon's memory. but i don't think eddie will ever be able to give himself to anyone until he realizes how formative his relationship with shannon was in all the wrong ways.

i'mma be bold here and claim: eddie didn't love shannon towards the end. he didn't KNOW her. he was happy to play family with her until she thought she might be pregnant again and then he immediately thought Pregnancy=Propose=Responsibility. it wasn't out of love for who shannon was as a person, it was out of responsibility.

and the shannon eddie married would've said yes, as she presumably did when they got married the first time. but the shannon of s2 didn't want that, a marriage of necessity. she knew herself enough to know she couldn't devote herself to eddie as a husband and christopher as a mom at the same time, and she chose christopher. i think eddie loves her for being christopher's mother, the way michael loves athena even though he isn't In love with her, but i don't think eddie knows the difference.

eddie thinks romantic love is responsibility and tradition and expectation and christopher's mother. he's learned how to live for himself and be better for himself but he hasn't learned how to LOVE for himself.

this doesn't keep him from making incredibly selfish decisions, like leading kim on or treating his love-interests like sex-giving mother machines, but i digress. eddie has learned how to break out of the roles he's played--perfect son, army hero, self-sacrificing single dad--but he's never stopped to think about the role he plays in a romantic relationship and the feelings that come along with it.

the kim arc is forcing him to look all of this straight-on and i love it. i hope they take it further. i need eddie to reckon with the fact that he and shannon failed each other, and that she wasn't the great love of his life because he didn't actually know her well enough to be in love with her at the end. i need eddie to look at how he acts as a husband/boyfriend and realize he's fucked up, to acknowledge how he's made bad choices and decide to make better ones.

eddie has so much to give, and i think he can make someone really happy if he manages to break out of the Husband role he's learned and really give himself truly to someone. and hopefully, it'll make him really happy too.

#eddie diaz #shannon diaz #9-1-1 #9-1-1 spoilers #i have so many feelings y'all #while i think this kim arc is objectively hilarious #i also think it's so good for addressing all of this #and i can't wait to see how they conclude it in the next ep #also i kinda wanna write an au where shannon Is pregnant #in s2 #and doesn't die #and still says no to eddie's proposal #and the fallout from that #hmm #so many au's so little time #manny fic first ofc

[argreion]

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑!

Warnings: POSSIBLE Somno/Non-con, Oviposition, Monster fuckery. All are to some degree OOC, and that's fun of it!

Secret code for that word that ends in b and ends in s or t (cause I want my shit to show in tags.) — peeps

I do take 'peep' requests still if anyone wants that. I don't want to drive traffic away from my moots who make 'peeps' themselves! But putting it out there in case anyone wants to. All of these are from my brain or some chat I had on Discord with a moot/friend(s).

Below the readmore/keep reading! 💜

𝟏 - 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆-𝒖𝒑 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒂

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

'Roses are red, violets are blue, with a touch of mascara, you'll feel brand new.'

That's the one thing you recalled your make-up artist of a girlfriend saying. Giving a small smirk before she left you to your devices. Sneaking out of the dorm to visit her apartment. The smell of Dior in the air—Poison to be exact, one of her favorites.

Around you was what she called a 'fashionable mess'. Make-up thrown around you with satin pillowcases and king-sized blankets for tucking yourself in with. A few plants decorating the room that she made sure to care for; such delicate petals needed love, anyway.

Ada came back while looking at one lipstick in her hands, looking up at you to notice you hadn't moved. So good for her. As she made her way to bed, sliding onto the blanket. Manicured nails grabbed at your jaw, before pushing the stick or pigment to your lips.

"Don't move, you'll be prettier if you don't. I don't think we want a smear of red on that pretty face of yours."

𝟐 - 𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

All your life you lived with a werewolf pack in the forest. Right outside of civilization. Many have come to see if the rumor was true; true that werewolves were in the forest. They never came back to their families.

You'd consider have somewhat of the opposite with your mentor's teachings. Always stalking along the hiking trails with him, just out of view. Something the pack leader would hate—banish—you for. Watching as they walked by, talking about relationships or issues.

Well, that was until a certain someone went into heat. Your mentor now becoming primal at best. Parents trying to keep you away from him for your safety. Safety my ass, you'd say. Leon being primal and aggressive wouldn't stop you from going to see him.

Like a good child, you snuck out. Sneaking into the treeline and into the forest. Careful to be 'sneaky' the best you could. Minutes in, you arrived at the spot where'd you and Leon would stalk humans. Finding him laying there with his head propped up by elbow; laying beside him to watch humans alongside him.

"Did your mommy and daddy tell you Leon needs alone time?" He snapped, his nose inches away from your face as his head turned. "Why are you here? Can't you see a man needs his 'me' time?"

𝟑 - 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑯𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

All your life you'd grown up North where wendigos, werewolves, were-whatever roamed the land. Taught to shoot and kill on site—if one even set a single foot near your cabin. Unless it could've been your were-bear boyfriend you met while on a hunting trip. At first, he was a snarling aging bear, but now turned into a gentle giant with claws. A gentle giant that became your 'roommate' within a few months of convincing. Honey, fish, and meat to waste because of this bastard. Worth it in your mind, got a hunk of a transforming man out of it.

One that really liked to observe humans…

“Isn't the snow pretty?” Chris asked, joining you by the window. Crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the flurry come down. Blue eyes glancing over to meet yours. “What are you thinking of? Got that look again.”

𝟒 - 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚-𝒂𝒕-𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Nearly a year ago you wouldn't have guessed that your boyfriend became infected with a parasite. Now sporting new features plus getting watched daily by the government was fun. At least Leon was Leon, and now your house husband. Just wish he didn't almost burn the apartment down.

Coming back home from your job was a doozy. Tired, sweaty, and needed a shower. You wanted to go curl up into a ditch and cry. (And maybe combust on spot.) Being met with a happy Leon made you smile. With his tail thumping against the floor as he looked up from the couch, rushing to meet you.

"You're home!" He said, throwing his arms around you. Holding your face in his hands and kissing your lips. Mandibles touching your cheek with the giddy chitters and purrs of the infected male.

"How was work, love?" Leon asked, pulling away to stare at you as he awaited your response.

𝟓 - 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

An all-expenses paid trip to Italy with your friends to go cave-dwelling, what fun! Grotte di Castellana, Frasassi, Toirano, and now Blue Grotto.

Reviews said to go in the morning, so you had to be pulled from your sleep with the promise of your friend buying breakfast for the group. The smell of dew and the sound of dripping water all around you. Watching as your friend grabbed her phone out to take a quick picture. Happy she got a photo to brag to her friends about. You waved her off, quickly moving past her and the few others funneling in.

Within a minute, you already found a crack you could fit through. Seeing a small little cove with a bit of rock. Perfect to get a breather in, mostly away from those 'celeb world travelers'. You took the chance and squeezed through the crack, feeling your lungs be crushed before you popped out. Almost tripping over yourself as you met your gaze with the cove. Breathtaking, one would say.

You let yourself rest, trying to gather your thoughts. Idly scrolling on your phone, googling things to do in Italy. Thinking why you took the offer. Was it to please? Or did you actually want to go?

While occupied, you hadn't noticed the Sharkman that had crept up on you. Crawling towards you with his tail rubbing against the earth beneath it. A burn he'd deal with later as he peered over your shoulder. Claws ghosting over your skin as he observed you scroll.

The mermaid's voice was hostile, hissing out, "What're you looking at?"

𝟔 - 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Cornerstone libraries weren't something you thought you'd find a book for summoning demons in. Maybe it was the emo chick at the counter, or just something someone forgot to throw away. Wanting to indulge yourself in something trivial, you bought it.

With buying a book came the chapters and the 'tutorial' of summoning demons. Felt like those YouTube videos with the 3AM spirit. It wasn't like it would work—fakers.

As you prepared, you lit the candles as it said, and encircled where a 'demon' would spawn with salt. Said to keep spirits in if… Needed? Well, damn, you didn't know you needed to be wary of spirits. Exorcist would've made bank with the circle of salt.

Seconds passed by as you stared at the book, opening it to your bookmark on Incubus. Lord above, forgive me for trying to not be a depressing human and actually try something that would benefit me—probably.

An exhale left your lips as you began to chant the words in the book. Growing shocked as a portal to hell opened in your room. Screams of pain and lust filling your room, making your ears want to bleed. Throwing a shadow into the air before it landed straight into the circle, gracefully.

You met gazes with the incubus, watching as he stared down at you with his red eyes. Why was he so tall? A tall demon with black markings and seemingly was the darkness of one's soul himself.

“Well, are you amazed by the presence of an Incubus?” He leaned down to your eye level, winking. Was this normal for him? “Well, what does a cute mortal require? Pleasure? Soul eating? Death? Perhaps… Something more?” The demon raised his eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

𝟕 - 𝑪𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Months Leon and you had a weird on and off relationship—human and the universe itself. How'd science explain that? A universe in a universe? Made your head spin thinking about how he worked.

First, it became him watching you at night, noticing pairs of white eyes or the weird waves of matter by your closet door. Made you want to vomit at realizing a literal god-like being was watching you slumber.

Next it became his voice in your head, toying with you like a game. What was that game called lots of girls played? Right… Sims 4. Exactly like that. Forcing you to do things you didn't wish on anybody else, some horrible and some pleasurable.

Now, it became Leon revealing himself to you. Standing right at the end of your bed. Pulling you from your sleep as his voice penetrated your mind. Making your eyes widen as you met glowing white eyes.

"Why didn't you talk to me earlier? You weren't busy at all! Do not make excuses, I know what you are underneath that skin."

𝟖 - 𝑴𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Nearly a day in Romania sent Ethan into a panic over his child. Then panic turned into desperation and despair. You tried to help, you really did. A hug, trying to comfort him and his lost, and watching the pain in his eyes as his child left his arms before he died.

Yet his death didn't stop what he hated; the mold. Something that warped his senses from right and wrong to the point he saw you as his child. Morphing into a monster that couldn't even stare at you the same. Once the awkward, family man now turned into a shell of himself.

In his change, you overlooked him. Watched him, attended his meetings with the other village lords, and ate meals with him. You wondered if he even noticed you were there with his covered eyes. Something you wondered often.

Seemingly wondering didn't help your attention be drawn to your name being called by him. The lordship sat down by the window while shuffling through papers in his hands. "Would you want to go to the gardens sometime? I think it might be good for us to get some fresh air—something refreshing—alongside the servants."

If you don't show in tags I will start crying you little shit of a post.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #ada wong x reader #ada wong x you #𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒔

[masonscig]

this turned into a bit of a thoughts dump so feel free to ignore it or delete it or whatever but maybe it'll resonate with someone else out there??????? makmnakjmsksms

i have a lot of feelings and thoughts about wayhaven and i could probably sit here and spill them all out (which is why i came to you as a safe space for the #haters, joking but also not joking) but instead i think i want to try to focus on the parts that truly bring me joy, if that's alright?

it's like you said about the pandemic in one of your posts, wayhaven became huge in my circle of friends at a very strange time in my life, when i felt very alone and adrift and it was really nice to have things to think about that weren't the fact my world was collapsing.

i hadn't realised that wayhaven was about much deeper things for me until i came back for book three after an extended time away from the fandom and felt my mood drop immediately and my insecurities started coming back. i changed over the course of the pandemic and came back to wayhaven as a different person who didn't need the same things i did during the book two era.

(girl get to the positive part kmksmsksmks)

i think the positive part is that i met people who are so talented (you are definitely one of the best and most heartfelt writers i've come across jade! your passion for your characters and for life itself is inspiring!) and that's the reason why i was able to change and not need wayhaven in the first place.

so it's this bittersweet paradox of knowing that wayhaven was part of a journey for me, but i don't need it anymore, and being back feels lonely and a little heartbreaking, and having a more critical eye makes that worse.

this is genuinely one of the sweetest most uplifting takes i've seen on this series/fandom and i'm genuinely so thankful that you took the time to write this out and send it to me <3

god i don't even have any words, you've put it in such a great way – i actually sent a screenshot of this to some close friends, and we agreed that you're right – t/w/c book 2 dropped during a sweet spot for a lot of us. not because it was a particularly good time, but because it was a particularly lonely time and we looked for solace in any kind of fiction that provided an escape

it's a bit sad, because i know for me i've felt really displaced both in fandom spaces and irl (is the pandemic over? is there something that'll keep my interest like t/w/c and other ifs/vns did?) and my friends and i were really looking forward to book 3 coming back for so many reasons – a huge one being "we have unused creative energy left over from t/w/c days with nowhere to put it" and now... it's like it's just evaporated. it's defeating honestly!

okay sorry i know this was overwhelmingly negative LMAO but you're right! a lot of us have just grown out of this series and this space and that's okay! it's okay to mourn something that was a huge part of your life if you don't enjoy it the same anymore.

it's par for the course that plenty of people have moved on at their own pace or (or aren't ready to let go) and have complex feelings about coming back (or leaving). it's a lot! i know it can easily be dismissed as "not that deep" but it truly is! being in this fandom has changed me, for better or for worse, because of the people i've met who've loved on me and the people i've loved on that i may never get to know on a level outside of tumblr.

i know this is soooo sappy and stupid but i do genuinely hope that despite my feelings on book 3, there are people who still experience that love and euphoria i got from playing t/w/c the first time – i know i'll never be able to replicate the feelings that i got when i first fell in love with the series and met my friends, but god, do i wish that others get to experience that at some point

edit: oh my god i forgot to thank you for being so fucking sweet to me – thank you thank you thank you i hope that your soup is always warm and your pillow is always cold and you never have to stop at a red light (BECAUSE THEYRE ALWAYS GREEN NOT BECAUSE YOUR BRAKES ARE OUT OR ANYTHING LMFAOAOAO)

#okay i didn't intend for this to get so long anon you just gave me the perfect space for all of this reflection #i was going to take the time to talk about my friends here but oh my god it was prob 40 tags #and i wouldn't want anyone to feel left out #but just know if we've ever spoken in passing or if we speak every day! you've had an impact on me #and i wish i could hug you and call you my friend but i guess likes and reblogs and comments will do! #giving kisses to everyone who reads this <3 #asks #long post #twc book 3

[iwasbored777]

Yeah Poppy was amazing in TBT cuz she was supportive of Branch and all but can we also talk about how she was the first one to accept John Dory and not judge him based on Branch's part of the story but she actually wanted to learn the full story about their past? And the fact that John Dory was getting along with her better than with anyone else during the entire movie? And I loved their friendship so much they were so kind to each other

#i didn't like him when i watched the trailers until i saw the movie and he was taking care of four younger siblings all by himself #until he snapped #and he came back but he couldn't find them cuz they all left #and he wanted to save floyd #and he saved all stuff that belonged to his bros #and he was so happy to see them again but they weren't happy to see him and that made me feel so bad for him #and he was so tired of taking care of everyone he spend all these years alone so that he wouldn't be responsible for anyone again #he isn't the best person out there but he doesn't deserve the slander #trolls band together #john dory #trolls john dory #trolls poppy #poppy #trolls 3

[thekaiserroll]

I was just reminded of a manga called There's No Way I'm The Protagonist (it's quite fun; I recommend it) and then of course I thought to myself what it would be like if it was about Zoro and Sanji.

Some college students think that Nami and Zoro are dating. They're rumored to be childhood friends, and they're clearly very close. Zoro is this cool and mysterious man with scars who rarely talks to anyone, and Nami is a sweet woman and a top of her class student. Plus, they're both extremely attractive. It's almost like they came out of a romance novel. And Sanji loves romance novels. He loves watching people in love, and he often makes up various scenarios in his head with lots of tender moments.

One day, Sanji is forced to move out of his flat and when he goes to greet the neighbours in his new place, he finds out he lives right next to Zoro. At first, he's excited about it, but then he learns what that marimo is really like. He's a rude, sword-obsessed musclehead. And when he sees a bunch of empty take out boxes, he snaps, because how dare he do that to his body? He should take better care of himself! He decides to share the meals he cooks with Zoro and marimo agrees because it's free and delicious food. Eventually, they end up spending a lot of time with each other, and they rather quickly become friends.

After a few weeks, Sanji finally gets to properly meet Nami... who's also not what she seems. She can be childish and quick to anger, and she's money-obsessed. Despite that, Sanji still finds her charming. Both she and Zoro may have their own flaws, but they're good people. They may bicker a lot, but they suit each other, Sanji thinks to himself as he observes their interactions. So his shipping continues. He really roots for them because he wants his friends to be happy.

Imagine his surprise when, one day, Zoro confesses his feelings for him. And in his shock, he agrees to date him.

#I think it kinda suits Sanji #he's always so oblivious to others' feelings towards him #and he's usually the one doing the courting so being courted makes his brain stop working #when Zoro tells Nami about their relationship she's clearly upset #at first Sanji thinks it's jealousy so he thinks about ways how to end this relationship #but with time it gets harder to do it. He seriously falls for Zoro #it turns out later on that Nami was worried Sanji wouldn't take this relationship seriously and end up hurting Zoro #she's actually a lesbian and in love with Vivi #she never corrected anyone when someone assumed she was with Zoro because she wanted to be left alone

[thebirdandhersong]

I think the problem. the problem is that I have always been afraid of not being invited into the inner circle. and am always wanting to be part of the inner circle. inner circle being the circle of love and companionship and communion. of course being a TCK and a bit of a sheltered homeschooled oddball child has nudged this further along over the years. but I didn't realise how STRONG that desire still burned. to actually be wanted.

#in other words today has been an oddly sad day! discovering that the friends you've made have their own group chats #that are separate from the general group chat (that no one ever talks on) that you aren't a part of is......... i don't know #i KNOW i'm liked by them and i KNOW they love me but do they WANT me around? #like. i know i'm not UNpleasant to have around. i am a good listener and a good conversationalist. #i work very hard at it because it doesn't come naturally to me. #but clearly that's not enough to be added to exclusive group chats! clearly that's not enough to be part of inner core circles #i don't know this just came out of nowhere and i feel as if i've been slapped in the face #sitting at a table where people are talking about the thing someone sent to the group chat #or the photo or quote or reel someone sent to someone else is....... bizarre. #i am trying not to be so hurt by it! i am trying not to take it so personally #it happens. i know it happens. i know it will keep happening. it is just that i thought this was a place where i wouldn't be lonely #and this is the dorm community i've invested so much of my time and energy and love into since last year. #so i think i'm justified in being a little upset! #i'm not crying about it but that's because i'm not about to cry with other people sitting here in the study lounge! #the math is probably really wrong here but i thought that if i poured love in for the sake of pouring love in #somehow somewhere along the line i would also receive love. that i would actually be a part of this community. #anyway that's not going to change how i live here! i committed myself to doing my best this last year #because i don't want anyone to feel left out or unwanted or lonely. i already made the decision #to do everything i can to love the people here. #i'm not trying to toot my horn this is just what i actually want to and have decided to do! #i have birthday cards planned! i have midterm snacks planned! #i've just worked out how i can print christmas and easter cards and stickers! #i'm GOING to love darn it all i'm GOING to pour love in #i think it hurts especially because there's the boy problem going on too #of not being wanted in an area that i DIDN'T expect to be wanted in #and then learning that there is a collective not being wanted in this whole community #it is a Lot and it is very hard and i don't know what to do with it! #i have had this lie (that i'm inherently unloveable and undesirable) in my head since childhood #and i've worked SO HARD to shut that voice up. and it is so so hard to not believe it right now

[psqqa]

this might just be because i am deeply, deeply terrified of The Vast Depths Of The Ocean, but i just cannot get myself up in arms about the whole "grave desecration" part of titanic tourism.

it is in fact significantly more comforting for me to imagine my hypothetical watery grave as somewhere people are constantly dropping in at all times than one where i am left to rest in cold, black, unfathomably desolate peace for all of eternity. cold, black, unfathomable desolation is precisely where the "nightmare" part of this nightmare scenario comes in for me, after all.

so yes, if you happen across my sunken bones, you all have my full permission to haul them back up to land. i don't care how much damage the oxygen and change in pressure is going to do to them and their archaeological value, just get me out of there.

#i acknowledge the anthropocentrism of this #but i feel like we can give my amygdala a pass on the self-centredness of its primal fears #this all being said #i fully respect it if grieving family members don't want people treating a location of great pain to them #as a fun tourist outing #the edmund fitzgerald is very much in living memory #for example #but like #the titanic is not #we're at a point where no one who personally knew anyone who died on the titanic is alive anymore #also we are constantly digging up wwi corpses and then sending them back to their country for proper military burial #when they've been identified #so like #this might be a significant moral failing on my part but i just cannot see the problem #anyway these oceangate folks really saw me fall back into one of my periodic Titanic Phases a few weeks ago #and said 'hey wouldn't it be fun if we kicked that morbid fascination up a notch or ten' #if it sounds like i am making light of this situation it is because this is very literally the nightmare scenario #the kursk sank when i was 10 and left its psychological fucking mark on me #not to mention the fateful fucking day i learned about tsunamis #horrifying #all of it #there is not enough money in the world to get me to go up into space or down into the depths of the ocean

[daydadahlias]

sorry i’ve just stumbled across your blog after reading one of your lashton fics, but is it just me or is this fandom very y/n fic focused… (people say rpf is bad when y/n is RIGHT THERE) anyways from an outside view (i don’t want to be rude!) this fandom i think struggles with the fic fests and things because there are no “main” ships, if that makes sense. idk sorry you’re an amazing artist and it makes me sad you aren’t able to participate in all the fests you want!

so!! thank u for popping by!! im now going to disagree with pretty much everything you've just said!!

so, first and foremost, yes, I do think we have a large x reader population here (as is the nature of any rpf-based fandom) but I dont think that relates at all to fic fests, especially considering that none of the fic fests I've even seen done in this fandom have allowed x readers to participate.

And also, please don't come into my inbox talking shit about other writers ever, it's not cool <3 x reader is no less valid than slash fic <3 and it is quite simply just a matter of personal preference. No matter what, people are writing what makes them happy, and it's pretty shitty to talk down to it.

second - as I have said a plethora of times now - this fandom struggles with fic fests currently because of the lack of writers/readers and engagement. No other reason.

The fact that we don't have a main ship is actually what has, in the past, made fic fests so accessible and fun for everyone!! because we all get to write what we want!! and having no main ship actually inspires MORE community, not less.

third, I appreciate the concern for me but also I'm totally fine not doing fic fests! i don't really like putting deadlines on my writing, in truth, especially when im so busy in other areas of my life rn. Ive just been getting a lot of asks about it lately from other people expressing interest (which has really thrown me for a loop tbh lol) and I've been explaining why there aren't any being hosted right now.

HOWEVER, if someone wanted to host a fic event, i see no reason why they couldn't. No one's actively stopping them. It's just a matter of... would anyone want to join if they did host it? and, based on the interest form one of our previous fic hosts made earlier this year, the answer is no!! no one really has the time or motivation these days!! and that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes.

#i love the energy of 'stumbled across your blog' #like you tripped and fell in a hole and then ur looking around at like 'pillow princess ash' tags #and you're like 'oh my god what is this place' #it depends on where you go for sure bc. like. twitter is PREDOMINANTLY x reader #and then tumblr has a healthy amount too #ao3 used to be solely slash but i have seen an uptick in x reader on ao3 #but it never gets much interaction bc that's just not the right platform for that medium!! #like slash can't do well on twitter for instance #but i dont really know what baring x readers have on fic events #and PERSONALLY if we're being honest !! #i think fic events should have all kinds of fics #x readers and slash and OC and the like #bc i think we're all part of the same community. #and i wouldn't want anyone to feel left out! #pigeon #anon #dont talk poorly of ur fellow 5sos fans my friend #we're all here drooling over the same hot guys

[stillcominback]

💞🎀💞

#what i wouldn't give if someone could perhaps hook me up with base icons of jonah hauer-king from the little mermaid #( and/or anything else but mainly that! ) #i'm still kinda on hiatus from tumblr until i get moved/settled ( hopefully by sometime in october ) BUT #i could fiddle with icons or something in the meantime aklsdfjdksf i just don't have time / energy to ✨write✨ #but i'm still on my little mermaid shit and cannot find like any resources for him *sobs* #... off topic but i also really wanna go see barbie again sdlkgjadsf #ANYWHO! same old same old stuff: stressed / overwhelmed with work and moving stuff #miss all of you lots and am available on mobile via IMs and discord if anyone wants to chat / plot or write off tumblr! #hope you're all having a great day / week! love youuuu!! #OH and the p*rn blogs have still not left me alone dalksfjdsf they feel so unhinged lately like wtf tumblr pls just function #00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ my girl — nanami kento

summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?

contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k

under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.

he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy. 

across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips. 

ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.

of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.

kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife. 

and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get. 

you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable. 

kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him. 

your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming. 

as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.

while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.

it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of. 

“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."

ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat. 

“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.” 

you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.

anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.

“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants

ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.

“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong. 

“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.” 

“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.

kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you. 

“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”

you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more. 

ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty. 

the two of you go inside.

“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”

“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“ 

“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.

his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”

you whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.

“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.” 

“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?” 

the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.” 

“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.” 

“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“ 

“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.” 

“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you. 

but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.” 

you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”

“louder.” 

“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.

but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle. 

finally, he smiles at you, softly.

“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.” 

you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to. 

you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him. 

he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.

you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you. 

“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock. 

a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body. 

“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing you sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.” 

“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."

you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.” 

his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.

kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spill into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warm seed settles deep within you. 

he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,” 

“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.” 

already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror. 

you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket. 

“kento—”

“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.” 

you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.

your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably. 

“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband. 

kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”

i need him to fuck me so bad

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