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yandere-sins · 14 days

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How'd you think Yandere luci and Yandere Mammon would deal with a S/O who's hiding the fact they're a virgin and is always trying to avoid intercourse by excuses like pretending to be asleep etc because they don't want to lose their virginity to them? (ALSO BTW, I LOVE YOUR WORK. like your work is super amazing and detailed <3 best yan writer)

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Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content

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Lucifer

♡ As if he doesn't know. You might be able to fool another human, and maybe someone as dense as Mammon, but you can't fool Lucifer. He had already noticed you shying away from his touch, the goosebumps and sudden tension that would go through you every time he touched you (rather innocently even). It's like you expected something to happen and are unsure how to react. Maybe you don't want it, perhaps you do, but your signals aren't very clear, and that makes him suspect you.

♡ He could blame it on some form of trauma that he doesn't know about, but he'd expect your reactions to be a bit more violent or fueled by rejection if that was the case. Instead, they are bashful and tense, with a taste of sweetness and innocence that Lucifer quite likes. And he caught Asmo giving you a knowing look once while you seemed even more hesitant to approach the 5th oldest brother; you made it much too easy for Lucifer to figure out what kind of game you were playing.

♡ So, he'll play along for a while since it's now in his control. You might not be a well-aged drop of lust yet, but delaying the inevitable is going to do you both well. Riling you up, getting you to let down your guard, and leaving you hot and bothered will benefit Lucifer greatly. Seeing your walls crumble will be enough to satisfy him for a while, so he won't have to put his hands on you prematurely. You may simmer on the knowledge that he'll take your virginity at some point, be sensitive, and get confused at times over his actions. Maybe even fantasize what it'll be like. Will he be rough? Gentle? Ease you into it or brutal steal your innocence like he did with your freedom? Letting your thoughts and desires run wild, no matter how much you want to deny them, will almost guarantee that once you are ready, you'll be at a point where you'll crawl to him, begging for release. And Lucifer likes that idea very much.

♡ Things he'll do to chip away at your defense include but aren't limited to spooning up against you at night, his cock perfectly pressed against your body but not grinding against you. Just letting you know it's there and ready for you and allowing you to get used to it but never letting you scoot away. The same is true with his hand placement at night, his palm at your lower abdomen, just resting there, and his fingertips slipping beneath your clothes to leave feathery trails of allurement. So close yet far enough away, teasing, playful, promising. The warmth it emits seeping into your body, heating you up, only for him to retract and leaving you hanging. Sometimes, his fingers will play with your clothes, letting you know just how agile they are. Your mind will do the rest as you can imagine the chaos and pleasure they can leave in their wake. He wears human pheromones suited to your taste, and he'll flirt with you, complimenting you even when you feel vulnerable, letting you know how receptive he is to taking the next step. It's only a matter of time until you cave, but Lucifer will do everything to make it the hardest few days of your life.

Mammon

♡ Mammon is indeed a little dense. He might feel a bit off-put if you reject his advances repeatedly, but he doesn't see anything wrong with it the first few times. There is absolutely no subtlety in his advances, his kisses bordering on orgasm-territory already when he's in the mood, his hands greedy as is fitting for his title. You might be forced into these affections, but even you can't help but squirm beneath him. It only gives him more incentive to take it up a notch when he's just so passionate, your lips constantly bruised, and your neck marked by his teeth.

♡ So it becomes very frustrating and confusing for him when you kick and scream the moment he gets a bit more intimate. He'd like to respect your choice despite him not giving you one when it comes to whether or not you'll be with him for the rest of your life. Mammon likes to think he's gracious like that. But he thought you two were on the right path to taking the next step, yet you keep rejecting him. To be fair, he's been very clear that he wants you for a long time: Grinding against you, fondling your body even though he should be concentrating on other things. You've caught him jerking off next to you, moaning your name quite a few times even though you pretended to be asleep. And if that isn't clear enough, he's been nagging and sometimes even begging on his knees for you to give him some of that sweet body of yours to fuck. You've rejected him all the same, so for Mammon, it hints at something being seriously wrong, but he can't quite figure it out himself.

♡ It takes some... advice from more experienced individuals for him to come to a conclusion. Levi thinks perhaps he smells bad, Satan questions why anyone would want to be with Mammon in the first place, and Beel asks if maybe you're too hungry for any of that stuff and if Mammon fed you properly. But hey, at least Asmo is useful, hinting at the possibility of you feeling... insecure. Maybe you're too "inexperienced" (Mammon vehemently denies the possibility of you being a virgin, cause duh, look at you! Stunning, gorgeous, and he will totally kill anyone who touched you before him, but clearly, with how seductive and sexy you are, he can't possibily your first). So Mammon deducts Asmo is right; you're just nervous because you'll be with a great guy like Mammon!

♡ Worry not; he decides to show you the ropes! ... Literally. You might stutter and reject his ideas of getting close and personal, but Asmodeus had a handy bag of goodies for Mammon before he left. Even though Mammon is at his limit, he tries to keep it together for you, tying you up and making you watch him jerk off, reciting all the things he wants to do to you, how he'll do it, and showing you how insane you are driving him. There won't be any more nights to hide away after that, as Mammon will demonstrate to you exactly how worthy you are to lay with him. But at least he'll ease you into it, that's something, right? You'll get the full 7 hells of orgasms from his mouth to fingers to toys. Forcing you to rely on him as he takes away your senses, like sight, and the freedom to move as you please. By the time he finally gets to wet his cock on you, you'll be already too well-fucked to care, and if that isn't devotion, what is?

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morethanwonderful · 1 year

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Thinking a lot about how, in a series filled with liars and deceivers, when it comes to keeping big secrets, Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang lie in the exact same way.

In terms of truly big secrets that they have to keep for a long time, Nie Huaisang has one and Wei Wuxian has two. Huaisang's is the collective secret of his grand plot to destroy Jin Guangyao and avenge his brother, and Wwx's are the loss of his golden core and his post-resurrection true identity. And how do both of them go about covering the parts of themselves that they most want to hide? They play up their own existing traits and lean as hard as they can into their more negative public perceptions.

When Wei Wuxian wants to hide the fact that he's lost his golden core, he does it by putting on a show of arrogance, and this can only work as long as it does because ego is already such a big part of his personality. Young Wwx was already known as a willful, trouble-making rule breaker, so nobody's going to question it when he starts showing up to events without his sword. They might ask "what the hell is that kid doing?" but they can always answer their own question with, "Well he's Wei Wuxian. He's always been a disrespectful and done as he pleased."

Wwx never pretends to be anyone or anything but himself in his first life, but he dials up certain facets of "himself" to make the public think what he wants them to. Pretending to be the person that the outside world expects him to be makes a very good disguise, because it's against others' nature to question it.

And we can argue about how effective it is, but Wei Wuxian tries to do a version of the exact same thing when he gets brought back as Mo Xuanyu. He hears that Mxy was gay and a "lunatic" and says "well if you want insane, then you'll get insane." He leans as hard as he can into that public expectation, because if Mo Xuanyu is behaving like exactly the annoying, openly queer freak that everyone expects him to be, no one's going to wonder who else he might be.

Meanwhile, Huaisang uses more or less the exact same defense mechanism when he starts racking up things to hide. Based on his repeating school as a teen and late formation of his golden core, he presumably has a reputation from a young age as not the sharpest tool in the shed. People know him as the Nie brother who cares little for cultivation and developed far too slow to make use of his saber. To be unkind about it, he's a useless little dandy unfit to ever inherit his clan.

So when Huaisang wants to be sure that no one will suspect he's making moves behind the scenes, he leans into that and leans into it hard. He makes everyone think they're right—he is an idiot unfit to run his clan. But nobody's going to look twice at a fool, and nobody will suspect subterfuge of the head shaker.

Once again, though, Huaisang's act only works because people expect him to turn into a leader like the head shaker. The same act wouldn't have worked so well for someone like Wei Wuxian, because even though they disliked him, people knew he was talented and dangerous. Only Nie Huaisang can get away with playing useless for a decade, because he's playing as hard as he can into the worst of his established public persona. Others mistaking him for a fool lets him trick them into thinking that he is one.

Nobody wants to question you when you're confirming their expectations, and Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang both know how to use that to their advantage. It's easy to keep a secret when your cover story is something the public is already primed to hear.

#I'm holding the two of them in opposition to liars like jgy and xy #jgy in particular is a very different type of liar #he doesn't lean into others' perception of him. he just erases himself #he's a people-pleaser not a showman #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzsposting #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #wei ying #nie huaisang my beloved #wei wuxian my beloved

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rosemaze-reveries · 13 days

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During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

#SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭 did not mean to disappear for a month oml #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #bane perez x reader #ivy x reader #joker x reader #luchino diruse x reader #mary x reader #naib subedar x reader #philippe x reader #sangria x reader #idv imagines

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yestrday · 12 days

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WAIT NO IMAGINE YAN ACADEMY AND READER DYEING THEIR HAIR TO MATCH !! LIKE GETTING RED STREAMS TO MATCH ITTO

hehehe i got a bit too silly with it. i like incorporating some good ol comedy in my yandere aus to remind people that they're still high schoolers and they're still stupid (also it gives a very heavy sense of conflict knowing that these goofy highschoolers have blood on their hands tehe)

you might like: yandere! genshin academy ft itto

"oh gosh he's gotten [y. name]."

you're a popular one within the academy, the charity case who has high grades but still a bit naive about how high society works. too naive, in fact, that when someone snidely insults you to your face you just ask them what do they mean with the most wide and trusting eyes. it only takes a monster to continue with the insult (and a fool to begin with with all the glaring eyes on him).

you're as easily influenced as you are naive, so everybody can't help but despair at the sight of you trotting down the halls sporting a red streak on your bangs. there's only one man who'd be pushy enough to get you one just to match with him.

everyone whips their head around to see arataki itto following closely behind you, a self-satisfied look on his face. they're not surprised. of course, the arataki itto would drag you into his shenanigans.

"were they bullied into it?" "you think anyone would bully them?" "but it's itto." "he's an idiot... and so are they."

when you enter your classroom, there's a circle of students who's immediately putting a barrier between you and the big man. they're not just your harem, but normal classmates who know that they can't afford losing their answer sheet to the wrong path. everyone starts questioning him, accusing him of somehow corrupting you. it's just a lock of hair dyed red, but they're already acting like you've been initiated into the arataki gang.

"if [y. name] starts skipping classes with you then who am i supposed copy off of at the next history quiz?!" one angry classmate jabs a finger into his chest. they wince.

itto puts his hands up, startled at the angry mob before him. "woah woah woah, guys it's just hair dye—"

"just?!" your classmate cries out, affronted. "do you know how much i need them to tutor me? i won't allow your gang to to take them away."

"well, they're not initiated yet—"

"yet?!"

"guys, guys, calm down." thankfully, thoma's kind voice helps abate the angry mob's fuming. he's fixing your hair, gently making sure to style it in a way that best shows off your red lock. "don't be too harsh on the big guy. as he said, it's just hair dye."

itto looks sparkly-eyed at thoma, touched at his coming to his defense. "thoma, my bro...!"

"that said." thoma's smile turns sharp. "if i hear another word about you initiating [y. name] into your gang, i'll tell ayato and it will be community service for you and the arataki gang, okay?" his green eyes are kind, but itto doesn't miss the heavy warning behind them. he gulps and quickly nods his head.

"yes, sir..."

meanwhile, you're checking yourself in your front camera, delightedly patting your hair down as you admire thoma's handiwork. hmm... this shade of red looks particularly good on you. should you dye your entire hair instead?

some halls down, diluc sneezes and kaeya gives him a look because the diluc never sneezes.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yester.shorts #yester.au — academy 📓

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cheshiresense · 8 months

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[Last Part]

Can't have a Yuzu POV without a Karin POV lol~

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Karin makes it back before curfew with fifteen minutes to spare. Their brother had extended hers and Yuzu's curfew to 10pm since they'd hit their double-digits, and she's always been mindful to never break it. Yuzu isn't usually one to stay out late, but Karin likes her freedom to wander around without supervision enough that she isn't going to risk a grounding just because she couldn't be bothered to check the time. Besides, she knows kids her age don't get half as much trust or leeway from their guardians, so Karin isn't going to disappoint Ichigo's expectations by not following the few rules he'd set for them.

Not to mention she has exactly zero faith in her own ability - or honestly anyone else's - to slip under her brother's radar anyway. Only an idiot would think they could, and Kurosaki Karin wasn't raised a fool. Sneaking in late isn't even worth considering.

So she's back by 9:45 sharp, and she unlocks the apartment door to reveal a scene in the sitting room that's not entirely unfamiliar ever since dinner last Tuesday.

"Shoes," is Ichigo's greeting, and Karin immediately rallies.

"I rinsed them!" She insists defensively. "Thoroughly!"

She had. Karasu River, specifically that spot where their mother had died so everyone's avoided it ever since like they might get cursed if they stray too close, is a great place to get rid of evidence.

"And now you're thoroughly tracking water through the door," Ichigo points out dryly, which, oh yeah, she is, whoops.

Karin makes a vaguely sheepish face before quickly toeing out of her sneakers and leaving them outside to dry instead. Just her luck that Yuzu dropped a vial of her newest poison yesterday and burned a hole straight through the entryway doormat, and they haven't had a chance to replace it yet.

She shuts the door, drops her duffel bag against one wall, and ambles over to her brother for a hug and a cup of tea from the fresh pot on the kotatsu. Or rather, Ichigo goes about pouring her one while she slumps into his side with a content, if tired, sigh.

Ichi-nii has never really been one for hugs, even when she and Yuzu had been smaller, and that's no different now. Occasionally, on a birthday or new year or when - very rarely - something had made them cry, he'd dole one out to each of them, stiff and a little awkward, but genuine in a way Karin knows he'd had to learn just for them, and that alone had made it precious. Besides, he's never refused their hugs when they take the initiative to go in for one, and Karin knows full well that anyone else would be thrown across the room or tossed out a window, Mizuiro included, so that's just as good even if Ichigo doesn't often return them.

She leans against him now, and he endures it stoically, handing her tea and also casting a surreptitious eye over her for any signs of injury. There are none of course— Karin's been learning how to protect herself ever since her brother had become the undisputed head of the household, even if Isshin still remains determinedly blind to anything related to his son to this day. And on top of that, Ichigo's long since ensured their safety from most lesser predators in this town, so it's not as if they have anything to worry about.

Of course, there are still morons who slip through Ichigo's iron-fisted oversight - or rather, are allowed to slip through - either because they're new to Karakura or they're lured in from a neighbouring town, all of them deemed harmless enough prey for Karin and Yuzu to play with. They make for wonderful test subjects for Yuzu when she's getting creative again, and very convenient outlets for Karin whenever soccer and karate aren't enough to siphon off her excess energy. Unlike Yuzu, Karin really isn't made to sit still or stay indoors all day.

She blinks when Ichigo jostles her out of her thoughts with a nudge and a succinct reminder, "Greet."

Karin's pretty sure there's some kind of What Manners And Social Norms To Teach Your Kids So They Can Fit Into Society self-help book squirrelled away in Ichi-nii's room somewhere. Possibly even a series. Of course, her brother certainly doesn’t follow his own lessons on conduct, but this is one of those things that Ichigo has always implicitly expressed his preference for her and Yuzu to ‘do as I say, not as I do'.

So Karin can only swallow a forbearing grumble along with her tea before nodding curtly across the table, "Good evening, Hirako-san, Urahara-san."

Ichigo's already turned back to some papers in front of him, because bright side— her brother's number of fucks to give begins and ends with the most perfunctory of civilities, so at least Karin doesn't have to waste time on small talk. Yuzu, her crazier half, is the only one of them who actually enjoys that stuff. Karin sometimes can't believe they're related.

"Brat," is Hirako's response, and his voice says amusement but his eyes say caution. Well, amused caution, but Hirako seems to find almost everything a little funny, and it's not even some weird bravado because his reiatsu manifestation is constantly a glittering field of yellow-gold-blue that takes the form of a sunny beach. Usually.

On the other hand— "Good evening, Kurosaki-san," Urahara returns, perfectly polite, with a perfectly pleasant if distracted smile, perfectly suited for someone who's genuinely glad to see an acquaintance's sister home safe. Except his reiatsu manifestation is a fucking ocean of blood, deep and dark and completely still on the surface no matter what he says or does. The only times Karin's seen even just a ripple in it is when Ichigo is talking. Her brother at least seems to have a knack for taking Urahara off-guard. Nobody else though, and the external mimicry of human reactions - no matter how expertly crafted - doesn't impress Karin one bit when she can see the disconnect between his insides and outsides.

So she snorts and goes back to ignoring them both. Since the dinner last week, these two have come back a couple more times, mostly meeting with Ichigo for something or other, probably a ghost-related problem, with Urahara also dropping off a stack of books and scrolls for Yuzu, and they seem like they'll be sticking around for a while. But until Ichigo tells her that they're going to be part of the family, like Mizuiro, Karin's not going to waste her time on getting to know them. Honestly, just by dint of being people, and worse, troublesome ones, means that they're more likely to get themselves offed at the business end of Ichigo's swords than anything else.

"Ichi-nii," She says instead. "I have another away game on Friday. Can you sign me out of class?"

Ichigo makes a noise in the affirmative. "Leave the form on the kitchen table before you go to bed. Is it in Naruki City again?"

"Yeah," Karin makes a face. "Back-to-back matches against Hiromasa. Dunno why they even bother when they're not serious about it anyway. And they're so annoying. We always kick their asses but they still look down on us cuz I'm a regular on the team. What, a girl can't play soccer now? But we literally run the score up into the double digits every time we play and all they say is that they were going easy on us cuz we've got girls on the team!"

She stops and takes a deep breath. She's actually complained about this before, multiple times, ever since she'd turned nine and been deemed old enough - and tall enough - to play in official matches. Or as official as elementary school club competitions can get anyway, and being able to play against other schools was awesome, but that didn't mean some of their opponents weren't dickheads. At least she'll finally enter middle school next year and probably won't ever bump into this particular group of idiots on the field again, but until then, she's no doubt going to complain some more.

And her brother always listens with the sort of patience he wouldn't extend to anyone else's whining, which Karin likes to take shameless advantage of, but on occasion, she also needs other ways to vent, and that was really what today had been all about after enduring last Friday's game.

Right on cue, Ichigo asks without looking up, "Haven't you gotten it out of your system yet?"

Karin huffs and takes another long drought of tea before speaking. "Kind of? But the guy didn't even put up a fight! He even pissed himself, Ichi-nii! Before I even did anything! It was gross!"

Ichigo finally lifts his head just to level a look at her. "You play with your food too much."

Karin stares indignantly back at him. "I do not!"

"How long have you had your eye on this latest one?"

Since like, three weeks ago, but that's not Karin's fault! "It's not my fault he took forever to take the bait. You'd think it would've been easier with the way he stalked my jogging route every single day just to see me in a tank top and shorts. Besides, I was saving him for after last Friday's match! You know, as a treat."

"And now it's already Tuesday," Ichigo mutters, but he also pats her on the head in a vaguely comforting if condescending manner, like he's consoling her for a botched job.

Karin splutters. "Ichi-nii!"

Ichigo smirks briefly. "You're still young. You'll get better. There's no rush."

Karin pouts into her tea. Eleven - literally twelve in less than half a month! - isn't that young. She's definitely not a kid anymore. Ichigo was already scaring the crap out of half the town before he'd even hit his pre-teens. He hadn't even killed anyone yet back then but people twice his size would pick fights with him that he'd always win, and then he had started killing once he'd turned thirteen, which had only cemented his reputation. Karin and Yuzu had had to beg forever to get their brother to teach them some of the tricks of his trade, because they hadn't wanted to wait years to follow in Ichigo's footsteps, and Ichigo had thankfully agreed that it made sense for them to learn how to protect themselves.

Still, no matter how many bodies she and Yuzu have put in the ground - not that many actually, they've got a long way to go to catch up to Ichigo - Karin isn't so oblivious that she doesn't know that a good portion of the respect they receive these days is entirely down to their brother's looming shadow behind them. But everyone needs a goal or two in life, and one day, she wants people to look at her and flinch because she's scary enough all on her own.

"Did you clean up properly tonight?" Ichigo adds like an afterthought.

Karin rolls her eyes. "I would've called you if there was a problem. You know I have like three different cleanup crews and Mizuiro-nii on speed-dial."

She can't wait until she's tall enough to bag and carry adult corpses around on her own. It's embarrassing to have to call someone every time she - okay, she admits it - makes a bit of a mess. It's not an issue when Ichigo is there, and she just has to help him, but when she's alone, it pays to have extra hands in the aftermath, even if it feels kind of like she still has to be babysat.

"Cleanup crews?" Hirako suddenly interjects from where he's just been watching them and listening like he's never heard a single conversation in his life and it's somehow super fascinating. What a weirdo. "Where'd ya get those from?"

Karin squints at him. Why does he want to know? Shinigami old as dirt still don't know how to do their own cleanup?

"They're just local yakuza," Ichigo actually takes the time to answer, which seems exceptionally tolerant of him. He must really like this guy for some reason. "Someone always has some free time to lend a hand, and they don't mind sharing their dump sites."

Hirako arches an eyebrow. "They don't?"

Ichigo smiles lazily at him. "Not anymore."

Hirako stares at him for a beat longer before bursting into raucous laughter, except the sunny beach from before is shifting, sliding, fucking shimmering, and then it's no longer a beach even if it's still a field of yellow-gold-blue. Instead, sand dunes rise where there'd only been wild grasses and rocky outcrops before, an endless desert as far as the eye can see, while the sea isn't a sea at all but something that could be an oasis or just a mirage, now gone hazy behind a wave of heat, and all of it so deceptive and deadly that you might wonder how you could've ever mistaken it for anything remotely harmless at all.

And it's even worse beside him, because Urahara is sitting there, blandly smiling away from behind his fan, and he doesn't look much of anything, but the ocean of blood he's literally submerged in stirs for a minute like there's something large and lethal swimming in its depths. Karin can't see what it is though because the blood is so thick that she can barely even make out Urahara's face, let alone anything else.

She rubs at her eyes. They're giving her a headache. This is why she prefers baseline humans over ghosts. Ghosts naturally have more reiryoku than average living beings, and Shinigami have even more than that - way more - so Karin in turn sees a whole lot more than just flashes of transparent images when she has to look at them. And it would be bad enough if it was just that, but these two lie so much. She doesn't know if it's a Shinigami thing or Ichigo just attracts complications, although now that she thinks about it, Mizuiro had given her headaches at first too. It'd just been easier with him because when he'd started coming over to hang out, he didn't have anywhere near as much reiryoku as these two guys, and now Karin's just used to him so it doesn't much matter anymore.

But these two. She doesn't even know what Hirako's deal is, because as far as she's aware, he hasn't really lied about anything so far. His insides match his outsides, so to speak. But his manifestation also seems to imply that everything he says is as much a truth as it is a lie, or that it could be a lie just as much as it could be a truth, depending on the situation. Which doesn't make any sense, at least not to her.

And don't even get her started on Urahara. That man oozes shady vibes so it's not exactly a shock that his manifestation reflects that. It's just... who the heck has an ocean of blood representing their soul? It's not the fact that it's blood that confuses her; it's that the blood is all there is. Even if you kill a person a day for a thousand years, it can't be all that you are, right? Even Ichigo doesn't have something like that. Although to be fair, his reiatsu manifestation can probably come across as pretty disturbing too. But Karin basically grew up with it so she can't really say for sure. It's certainly never frightened her. Not that Urahara frightens her either. It's just... weird.

Both of these old dudes are so weird. They're the first people she's come across whose manifestations are as complex as her brother's, but she doesn't really know what she can interpret from them because manifestations are different from emotions, and besides that, emotions are her sister's wheelhouse anyway. Yuzu is the one who can pick up what someone is feeling at any moment and extrapolate from there. Karin just gets a bunch of pointless shitty abstract art shoved at her eyeballs, and Shinigami are clearly the worst about it.

And just to make it really unfair, Yuzu says that emotions rarely get too loud for her. Karin doesn't know if it's because her sister had been born with natural talent when it comes to controlling her ability while Karin... hadn't, or if Karin's ability encompasses so much of one of the senses she depends on most in everyday life that it simply affects her more easily, but either way, if the manifestation is a powerful one, then the longer she focuses on it, the more it can overwhelm her.

It'd been almost unbearable at first when she was younger, all of eight years old and finally tapping into her portion of the family inheritance, except even a glimpse of another student with slightly above average reiryoku levels could wipe her out for hours. There'd been days where Ichigo had had to pull her out of school just so she wouldn't have to see anyone, living or dead, and she'd needed almost six months before she'd gotten a proper handle on it.

During last Tuesday's dinner, she actually couldn't even see what Hirako and Urahara's faces looked like until near the end of it. Their reiatsu is just that strong, which means their manifestations appear completely solid and three-dimensional, and that means that those manifestations are the only things Karin sees most of the time when she has to look at them.

She doesn't even get the benefit of practically being able to read minds like Yuzu can. Although Yuzu always says it's nothing like reading minds. Karin remains unconvinced. Emotions can reveal a lot, especially with context clues. Manifestations on the other hand almost never react to whatever is happening in real time. Unlike emotions, they're rarely a consequence of outside stimuli. Hirako's had changed earlier, from illusory beach to the real desert hidden underneath, but that's because his manifestation has always been like that, switching between the two when the mood - his mood - strikes. Even now, it's already settling back onto the beach scene. It may have been somewhat affected by what Ichigo had said - by cleanup crews??? - but it hadn't shown anything that hadn't already been there, part of Hirako's soul.

In contrast, Urahara's the real outlier. Karin doesn't even want to think about his manifestation, never mind look at it. It's not that his soul has become something new either - the whole person would have to be swapped out for that to happen - but she's never met anyone, ever, whose manifestation seems to hinge so absolutely upon one person before. She's not even sure if Urahara is aware of how... fixated he is. And she definitely doesn't know what it means. Ichigo doesn't even like the guy, and Urahara - inside or outside - doesn't seem particularly hung up on Ichigo. Except of course for the little matter of how his actual-facts immortal soul is doing the near-equivalent of placing itself in the palm of Ichigo's hand, which- what. Didn't they just meet like two seconds ago? If Karin actually believed in love at first sight, she'd say this might be what it would look like if it could manifest a physical form in the creepiest way possible, but she doesn't, so to her, Urahara's just insane.

Anyway, no one can blame her for not wanting anything to do with these crazies, especially when coupled with her ability. She wouldn't give it up if she could, because it's hers, and it makes her special like Yuzu, like Ichi-nii, makes her part of the family in a way no one else but the three of them can be, but at the same time, it's honestly a pretty useless skill. Manifestations are just... portraits of souls laid bare, which sounds all kinds of impressive and philosophical but is actually just a fancy way of describing a lifetime of squatting in an art museum with all its exits sealed.

It's terrible all around, made doubly so by their houseguests, and in Karin's opinion, the sooner Ichigo gets tired of them, the better.

The room has gone silent, and Karin only notices when the mostly empty tea mug is plucked from her hand. She's pinching the bridge of her nose with her other hand, eyes closed, but she opens them then to peer up at her brother.

"It's getting late," Ichigo says without much inflection in his voice, but he also pats her head again, and a flare of reiatsu floods her retinas like cold spring water on a hot day, washing away the pain. "Go to bed. Lights out by eleven."

Karin's more than happy to get out of there, away from Less Crazy 1 and More Crazy 2.

"Mm, I know," She gives her brother a quick hug before clambering to her feet. "'Night, Ichi-nii. I'll leave the form in the kitchen."

Ichigo grunts his acknowledgement, and Karin spares a moment to nod in the general direction of the Shinigami before wandering away, pausing only long enough to scoop up her bag before making her way up the hall and to the master bedroom. She and Yuzu still prefer sharing each other's space even though Yuzu is fastidiously possessive about her own belongings, so Ichigo had given them the biggest room when they'd moved in, while he and Mizuiro had split the single and study-turned-bedroom between them. The best perk of this is of course the fact that she and Yuzu get the en suite bathroom to themselves.

Her sister is still up, bopping to some music on her headphones while reading one of the scrolls Urahara had given her. She barely glances up when Karin comes in, although she wrinkles her nose plenty when it's clear Karin hasn't had time to do her laundry.

Karin rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind her. "I won't leave anything lying around, don't faint."

Yuzu glowers at her. "I don't faint!"

Karin snickers as she ducks into the bathroom. "Whatever you say, princess."

The thud of a pillow hitting the bathroom door is her reply. It's actually pretty hilarious when Karin thinks about it. Yuzu's manifestation is a sterile white room lined with perfectly preserved faceless corpses wall to wall, but give her a human body with its guts spilling out, and she immediately runs for the nearest toilet. She doesn't mind the scent of blood, but gods forbid any stains linger where they shouldn't.

Speaking of, Karin digs out the set of clothes she'd changed out of earlier, after her stalker had been dealt with. She hadn't even gotten them very dirty this time, and she'd made sure to scrub everything clean in the river anyway before coming home, but she'll still have to toss them into the washer again if she doesn't want Yuzu nagging her about it. In the meantime, she shoves it all into a vacuum seal bag and leaves it in the corner. She can haul them over to the laundry room next door in the morning with the rest of the past week's load.

Her knives are tucked inside the duffel as well. Those she'll take care of tonight. Ichi-nii went all the way to Nagasaki to commission them for her from a semi-retired blacksmith last year. They're elegant and gorgeous, and they cut like a dream, sheathed in black leather and embossed with a small stylized K on the flat of each blade, only noticeable when the metal runs red. It's the best gift Karin has ever received, and if they ever rust, or she ever loses them, she'll probably bawl her eyes out.

She hops into the shower next, sighing happily as she relaxes under the hot water. Despite the atrocious company Ichigo keeps these days, today's still been an overall good day. She'll be able to go back to her jogging in peace starting tomorrow, and the upcoming match on Friday doesn't seem quite as irritating now that she's had someone to stab a time or ten. Of course, after the match is another matter entirely. Maybe she can tag along to Yuzu's bake sale on Saturday. There's always a couple suckers at the outskirts of Karakura too stupid to live.

It's something to look forward to. For now though, she finishes her shower, brushes her teeth, and then gets to work cleaning her knives. She doesn't have all night.

"Was Onii-chan still talking to Hirako-san and Urahara-san?" Yuzu asks a little later as they get ready for bed because their brother always knows if they stay up too late.

"Yeah," Karin says around a yawn as she sets her alarm. "They might still be out there. Can't you sense them?"

Yuzu shakes her head, leaning over to switch off the lamp on her nightstand. "They're... quiet, I guess. Quieter. I have to be in the same room as them to pick up on their emotions."

Karin hums as she rolls herself into her blankets. "What do you think about them?"

"I don't, really," Yuzu admits easily, so they're agreed on that at least. "Although if Onii-chan gets rid of them, I hope he can wait until after Urahara-san has finished teaching me."

Karin snorts. Typical.

They're silent for a moment until Yuzu speaks up again. "I think they're trouble. I mean, Onii-chan did mention it during dinner last week. But I think it's a different kind of trouble than the usual stuff. Not like yakuza or random creeps or even the monsters. Worse, I think they're going to bring trouble."

Karin frowns into the dark. Well, it's not anything she hasn't thought of herself. It's another reason why she dislikes them. If they've got problems, why do they have to dump them at Ichigo's doorstep? What have they ever done for Ichi-nii?

Still, "Ichi-nii will be able to handle it," Karin says with certainty. She's never known her brother to fail at anything. There has never been a problem Ichigo couldn't solve. He'd even cowed their father without ever laying a single hand on him, and that was back when Isshin had still been stronger than Ichigo.

"Well, obviously," Yuzu says, equally confident. "Maybe Onii-chan will even have some fun with it. I know the monsters don't give him any kind of challenge anymore. And he likes Hirako-san and Urahara-san well enough."

"He likes Hirako," Karin corrects, shooting a flummoxed look at the bed across the room. "Urahara, he could take or leave. I'm surprised Ichi-nii lets him come here at all."

"Yes," Yuzu says with an audible smile. "Onii-chan lets him come here."

Karin blinks. ...Huh.

"So, what, is it like... a crush?" Karin grimaces. Ew. "They're old and weird!"

Yuzu giggles. "I don't think I'd go that far. Yet. Besides, they're also powerful and interesting and not afraid of him, and you know what Onii-chan's like."

"Yeah, but I also thought Ichi-nii doesn't get crushes," Karin grouches. "I can't believe it's both ways."

"Both ways?" Yuzu echoes, and Karin can almost hear her eyes go wide. "Urahara-san too?"

Karin squints up at the ceiling. "What, you didn't pick that up from him? I mean I don't think it's actually a crush. Like you said. But there's something there."

"Urahara-san is a bit strange about Onii-chan," Yuzu agrees thoughtfully. "But I'm not exactly sure what it is. His emotions are hard to read sometimes. Hirako-san is easier. And nicer."

Karin makes a disgruntled sound. 'Nice' isn't how she'd put it, considering Hirako's reiatsu manifestation.

"Hirako-san isn't that bad," Yuzu says, amused. "And they're both kind of like Onii-chan, so that might be good. It's good to have friends."

Karin shrugs and grabs an extra pillow to hug. "Whether they're like him or not, if they do something dumb, Ichi-nii will handle it all the same."

Yuzu laughs, bright and cheerful and just a little anticipatory, even if she does seem to have a better opinion of them than Karin does.

The conversation between them fades away. Karin shuts her eyes and lets her thoughts drift. She has morning practice tomorrow and can't be late, so old weird men calling on her brother are frankly the least of her priorities.

#bleach #myscrap #stunted empathy verse #kurosaki karin #kurosaki ichigo #hirako shinji #urahara kisuke #kurosaki yuzu #karin's way less impressed with the two old dudes who followed her brother home #not that yuzu was all that impressed either beyond what kisuke could do for her lmao #anyway fleshing out karin and smacked her with a much more unique ability than yuzu's lol #not that yuzu's is particularly common in the bleach world but you see the empathy trope in general more often #they're kind of opposites in that #yuzu's relatively more normal in the spiritual powers department #not so normal with her poison obsession in everyday life #karin kind of doesn't want to have much to do with the spiritual side #and is more normal with her daily life #kind of #okay murder's not normal but she goes about it more straightforwardly at least #the main point is i hope they actually feel like people instead of cardboard cutouts lmao #sorry kubo but they were so flat in canon

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periwinkla · 7 days

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Phoenix - Godot parallels

I've been replaying T&T and I gotta say, the parallels between Phoenix and Godot are uncanny. The most glaring resemblance is that they're both so presumptuously convinced that they are the only ones who can and should have the responsability of saving the people they love. Note also that their Japanese names, interestingly, both reference dragons - Ryuuchi and Souryuu respectively - but they do so in reverse : the first kanji for Phoenix and the last for Godot. Godot wakes up after 5 years and learns that the love of his life was killed. He couldn't do anything about it because he was poisoned and thus out of commission. Then he learns that said love of his life had taken on a protégé, and he also learns that the lovesick idiot willingly swalled the same poison that put him into a coma, and was swimmingly fine. He is so pissed at the guy. Also envious. Phoenix was there. Why couldn't he be there instead? Why did the poison put him into a coma, and not that stupid lovesick fool? He twistedly but most furiously hates the guy. Thus he crawls back from the deepest depths of hell. But he knows, deep down, that the one he really hates is himself (not that he could have done anything about it, even if he had not been in a coma - but feelings are hardly logical) Something Phoenix and Godot share is that twisted savior complex. Godot thinks he should have been the one to save Mia, Phoenix becomes a defense attorney because he thinks he is the only one who can save Miles, the only one who understands him (and then it's a slippery slope to wanting to save everyone ever, but that's beside the point). Both are quite presumptuous in these assertions. But Phoenix was able to save Miles (in a way he hadn't expected) - Godot couldn't save Mia. If Phoenix hadn't been able to save him, would he have ended up the same as Godot did? Remember, if he hadn't won that trial, Miles would have faced the death penalty. So, if the poison had worked and he was out of commission for 5 years, he would have been too late. If you think about it, we had a glimpse of what Phoenix would have been like. When he thought Miles was dead, he snapped at Maya and told her not to speak his name in front of him ever again. He was also quite depressed for those months and refused to take on cases at first, cases of possibly innocent people who needed him. And when Miles came back, he snapped at Miles too. Which leads me to my last point: Both Godot and Phoenix resort to anger as soon as they're hurt as their form of dealing with grief. They are so similar. One was just less lucky that the other. Also by this logic you could say that miego is basically narumitsu with a bad ending, which makes me cry so hard darnit edit: it's also fun to note that they both went crazy over someone they knew for less than a year. People call Phoenix ridiculous but Godot is basically the same kind of ridiculous

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #diego armando #narumitsu #wrightworth #musings #miego #godot #aa musings

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guccybangtan · 1 year

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some thoughts about sebastian sallow (playing through as a gryffindor)

*this isn't going to be bit by bit but rather little random thoughts I had as I was playing! maybe i'll make a part two with more random thoughts lol

you can't tell me this fool wasn't smitten with you from the moment you beat him dueling in defense against the dark arts

at first he didn't know how to feel, surprised that he lost to the new fifth-year (also considering they're a filthy Gryffindor)

"not bad for a beginner, you give as good as you get"

Sebastian literally sneaking into the restricted section with you?? and taking the fall? there's no way he had no feelings for you.

Why would anyone get in trouble for some other student they just met and didn't really know?

the first (and like only tbh) real fight the two of you ever had was when he called you ignorant for trusting Lodgok. All you wanted was to stop Ranrock and help Anne in the process. Why couldn't he understand that?

Of course this made you upset, and so you told him off. If he couldn't see that he was taking things too far you needed to remind him.

even when his mind was preoccupied with Anne and his emotions, his still felt the need to apologize for his actions

when he said "I do trust you" after arguing

him hyping you up after viewing Isadora's pensive.

"you've more than proven yourself! you have the ability!"

he would be so supportive of you, even though you come from different houses.

I feel like Ominis would be one of your best friends too.

after everything that happened over the course of fifth year, he'd feel like he could trust you like he trusts Sebastian. You'd become like family to him.

I also totally imagine Ominis harassing Sebastian and being like "where's your Gryffindor?" or "haven't seen your Gryffindor around lately." or honestly maybe even "how's our Gryffindor doing?" once you get closer

making him cast crucio on you? good lord he almost lost his mind. He likely felt so bad for having to hurt the only person who was standing by his side and truly helping him.

him immediately asking if you were all right. I literally fell in love.

You standing by him even when everything happened with Anne and Uncle Solomon in the catacombs.

He knew then that he made the right choice befriending you, and that maybe there was nothing wrong with loving a Gryffindor.

'' I'm glad you came to Hogwarts"

I'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts about him!!

#Sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #please I love him so much #I wish dating was allowed I ship him and my Gryffindor!!

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the-nysh · 1 year

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Hi there!! I just saw your tags on the Vash marksman appreciation post and I really REALLY gotta know your thoughts on the fight choreography bc while I did martial arts as a kid I don’t remember everything and just extremely curious!! Wanna appreciate the thoughts put behind making this boyo!!

👀👀!!! Yes, hello! (Note: I'm also about 10yrs rusty out of practice in hapkido--a Korean defensive art that combines many styles from judo/aikido/etc, so while I may not remember all the formal terms and stuff, I can still SEE the very real and very sexy close combat choreography + randori/grapples/ground work they're smoothly throwing in there!) I've briefly tag-ranted on some former gifs I've reblogged here & here but OK, I can indulge into a little more detail! :D

Let's start with this gif, which is such a nice introductory tease!

The point-blank bullet dodging is some of that sick looking 'rule of cool' inhuman spice, but oh what's this?? 👀 The other dude is dumbly holding his arm out (non-defensively, since if that guy were smart about close fighting, he'd have his other hand up at the ready too) right in Vash's personal space, ripe for the taking - to which OH YES he easily blocks with the prosthetic arm and transitions right into a throw for the takedown. Where he shoves the fool over his shoulder with a lot more power (which is hard to do, esp from a standing position without a solid grip on any lapels either; woo he just goes right in for it), rather than using the dude's own momentum against him, since the guy's literally just standing there (as a stationary weight) rather than trying to punch him in a brawl. But LOOK what else Vash does!!! His block with the prosthetic becomes a grip that both holds/pulls onto the guy's arm during the throw and disarms the guy - by tossing his gun away, in one swift movement! :O Not only that, but there!! We see the first quick tease of him reverse-griping his own heavy brick of a gun into a tonfa position to strike the guy at the back of the neck for a non-lethal stun!!! That is SO cool!!! ;o; Some galaxy-brained application of his no-killing fighting style (using both arms + his revolver in his repertoire...oh wait, that already makes up the title's literal 3 guns *gets shot*) where it looks so fresh and seamlessly smooth af. Great stuff.

Then the Livio fight, despite him being double-armed with long-range weapons, is full of close-range gold from the way Vash tackles him, straddles him, and pins him to the floor with a (forceful!) choke to the throat (like whoa excuse me hello), but ALSO from the self-aware way Vash always has his guard up to keep both of Livio's guns out of the way at all times. D: Whether parrying bullets with his prosthetic, blocking/holding the guns away with that arm too (as shown), or even using his own gun defensively as a tonfa-shield to reinforce his blocks as well.

So then we get to THIS GIF, the same sequence that drove you insane for his smooth marksmanship tracking, drives ME insane for his immediate close-quarters holywhattheflyingshit did he just DO!?!?!?! 👀👀

LOOK AT HIM!!! Honestly it's kinda hard to see everything from how fast he goes, but I love the way he zips in there to grapple Livio off-balance, and ahh!! Look at the way Vash ducks and defensively keeps both arms up (this is SO important, because once you've trained you'll notice how in so many movies/comics' 'rule of cool' martial arts moves, they'll often have a character wildly swing their arms out to the sides to counter-balance kicks and stuff, but no--that's bad/unsafe form; bc if you're in a real fight you need to keep both arms up and ready at all times if you want to protect your core/face from getting blown off! Which just as you've noted, is something that needs to be practiced! The fact Vash has kept his unblemished pretty face for 150yrs is testament to that~) Vash knows how to simultaneously use his prosthetic AND his gun as needed--cause look at that, he swiftly holds it reversed as a tonfa again to block Livio's gun swing, which is a really cool way to use a gun as a shield to protect his own flesh arm from the incoming blows.

But that's not all, because ahaaa~ Fighting defensively is not all he's got up his sleeve! The little boxing jab he throws to Livio's face with his prosthetic arm makes me giggle, because OH YEAH that's a real thing! A type of distraction strike you pull - the same as stomping on a foot or kicking someone in the balls, to disorient your opponent off-guard first before you serve your real (offensive) move. Which in Vash's case leads up to a....O___O;;!?!? TF is THAT.

Here's where they're teasing in more of that inhuman spice again, because Vash holds Livio's guns out of the way (as usual) and revs up for a....fucking one-punch to the solar plexus at point-blank?!? D8 Whatwhatwhatwhat!!! Because that wasn't his gun's doing at all; he was still holding it defensively in that arm as a tonfa! That was his real arm's natural brute strength bitch!!! aaaahaha!!! wow I love it. The guy modestly says he's not much of a fighter but that's not trueeee at all, is it~ ;) I can SEE real proof of that otherwise and I can't wait for what else studio orange will show us to blow our minds.

*Ahem* So anyway did I ever mention how much I like the way he reverses the grip on his gun to use as a tonfa? (both defensively as a shield to protect himself and offensively to stun/strike his opponents with) For thematically how much it seamlessly works for his fighting style to never kill, for how the improvised (but practiced!) close-range practicality and versatility of it looks crazy awesome, and because damn, that shit's hot.

#trigun #gif #commentary #totallynotsilversora #replies #hoho so happy to oblige to share more nerding out insanity for him #studio orange really did their homework that's both recognizable and flattering to those who know our shit!#(just don't ask about the footwork as that's where i'm too rusty to comment on the physics without jumping back in the rec room to try)

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silentsamlikesham · 6 months

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I had to write more of this...they're just so adorable!! Bickering fools and birthday tickles ✨️

Sanji introduces Zoro to the concept of Birthday tickles- Around 2k words

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“Fuck off, Curley.” Zoro growls, his hand going to his hilt as he takes a step back.

“No can do, Marimo.” Sanji is grinning, stalking forward with his hands resting in his pockets, doing his best to look nonchalant.

“This is fucking stupid.” Zoro insists, flicking one of his swords up in anticipation.

“I told you, Mosshead. It’s tradition.”

Sanji is laughing now as he lunges forward, legs and swords hitting off one another as Sanji tries to wear him out, putting him completely on the defensive as Zoro’s hackles raise and he becomes hyper aware of where every limb belonging to the Cook is. For once, not just fearing his legs.

“Bullshit. I’ve never heard of this.” Zoro does his best not to whine, but even he can hear how desperate he sounds trying to make his point.

“What’s wrong, Mossy? Scared?” Sanji chuckles, getting an upper hand when Zoro surprises himself by hitting his back off the mast.

He’s usually more in tune with his surroundings but thinking of last time makes Zoro feel uneasy. He can feel the hair on his arms standing upright as he panics and tries to block the kick that Sanji is lining up for.

The chef fakes it though, switching legs at the last moment and instead kicks Zoro’s wrist, forcing him to drop one of his Katanas. He’d only drawn two, so he tries to swing the other, but Sanji is expecting it and surprises the swordsman again by falling backwards into a bridge and kicking his leg upwards, knocking the other away.

If Zoro had been more focused, if he was more used to Sanji trying to disarm him, rather than pummel him, maybe he would have stood a chance. Instead, the blonde kicks Zoro’s legs out and Zoro falls back against the mast, half sitting up against it. He lets out a groan as he feels a pain blossoming from the back of his head. It’s not a bad bang, it wasn’t even enough to rattle his teeth, but the pain distracts him enough that Sanji lands on his lap, sitting up on his knees.

The smirk that rests on the idiot’s face is primal, a predator that’s just caught himself a snack.

“Happy Birthday, Marimo.” Sanji grins as his fingertips reach forward to drum on the side of Zoro’s ribs.

The green haired man flinches, laughing as he remembers what it felt like before, that electrifying current that can light up the nerves inside him.

“Aw, c’mon now Mossy, I haven’t even touched you yet.” Sanji teases, wiggling his hands so close that Zoro can feel it on the fabric of his shirt. But he’s right, the fucker isn’t even pressing into his skin yet.

Zoro can’t help it though. As a fighter he knows what to expect, always prepares for it. He knows how it’s going to feel, and the anticipation is dragging that panicked feeling from him, devolving into chuckles pushing past his pursed lips.

“Fu-fuck off, dart-brows.” Zoro seethes, glaring at Sanji like he’s deciding the best way to slice the fucker to pieces.

“I told you; birthday boys get birthday tickles.” Sanji uses this moment to put his logic into reality as he digs into the swordsman’s ribs, scratching down along them before dipping his grip into Zoro’s sides, enjoying how the chuckles quickly turn to loud barks of laughter.

“You’re twenty, right? Now I seem to have forgotten, should I count that as twenty spots to tickle or twenty minutes of tickling?”

Zoro’s eyes, which had shut from the force of his laughter, open wide at the words.

“I will kill you before then.” Zoro manages to get the threat out in one breath, briefly composing himself as Sanji pauses for the answer.

“Is that so?” Sanji raises a brow in question, not looking too impressed or worried.

In retaliation to the threat, Sanji squeezes his hips hard, digging his knuckles against bone and then into the soft dips. Zoro cries out as his hips thrash left to right, trying to dislodge the grip.

Sanji leans forward then, his knees pushing against Zoro’s sides as his hands move upwards, trapping themselves beneath Zoro’s arms, his fingers brushing up from Zoro’s elbows to his armpits. The sensation feels like lightning on his skin, tickling everywhere Sanji touches and spiralling outwards across untouched skin in unexpected, jagged pulses.

Zoro’s laughter turns to softer giggles, his brain fighting against the urge to grab one of Sanji’s wrists and snap it.

The blonde lets his head rest beside Zoro’s, leaning into his left ear.

“You know, Marimo. I haven’t pinned your arms in the slightest. Yet, you haven’t moved them much.”

Zoro scrunches up his shoulders as the words tickle the inside of his ear, the feeling licking down his lobe and reaching behind his ear and down his neck.

He can feel himself going red from the comment. He did not want to explain that he actually cared about hurting the Cook’s hands, and didn’t trust his own strength when he was acting outside of his own control right now. It wasn’t like he could control the laughter or the blush staining any inch of skin the ero-cook touched. How was he meant to trust himself to bat away a hand without shattering it in the process?

That’s it, Zoro decides. He’s keeping his nakama safe…that’s the only reason he finds himself at the mercy of the Cook without trying to stop him…right-

“Blushing, Mosshead? I suppose it is close enough to Christmas to start decorating the ship in red and green.” Sanji drives the words home by moving one of his hands up to Zoro’s neck, ticking the right side of his neck as Zoro shakes his head, diving it towards his shoulder to try sandwich the wiggling fingers.

Instead, the block traps Sanji’s hand there without stopping the fingers, his laughter turning to giggles as the cook drums his fingers against the soft skin, running his fingers from jaw to collarbone.

“Y-yo-haha-you nee-eehehe-need to shu-hahah-shut up.” Zoro kicks his legs, the weight of Sanji resting just above his knees leaves them useless.

“What? You don’t think I’m funny, Moss Head?” Sanji retracts his hands from Zoro, reaching behind instead to goose Zoro’s knees.

The next laugh that comes from Zoro’s lips sounds more like a wheeze as all the muscles in his legs seize up. Despite earlier reservations, he tries to grab at Sanji’s hands in a panic, but his efforts to grab Sanji’s wrists are in vain as the dick uses his body as a shield.

“You seem to be laughing plenty at my jokes.”

Zoro can feel his eyes wetting as fingers wiggle their way under his knees, tickling into the dip as the swordsman begin to beg.

“St-aphahaha-stop.” His chest is heaving now, his arms falling away from their retaliation attempt as he feels his limbs turning to jelly.

“Let’s see.” Sanji is drawling now, his words as slow as the fingers that have taken to gently tracing circles around his knees. “Ribs, sides, hips, armpits, elbows, biceps, neck, ears, kneecaps and underneath.”

Zoro withers beneath the words as Sanji reminds him of all the places he’s touched.

“That only sounds like ten to me, Moss. Only half-way there. Is there anywhere you aren’t ticklish?”

He leans forward as he asks, pressing their chests together as Zoro glares up at him, not trusting the change of position. He was right to be suspicious as Sanji only raises from Zoro’s legs to reach his hands under himself and curl his fingers into the inside of Zoro’s thighs.

Zoro is nearly certain he’s never been tickled there before, but apparently, he is incredibly ticklish there as his laughter goes silent. He slumps back against the mast, yielding to it’s support as his muscles fail him, his arms even more useless than before.

Sanji is laughing as hard as the other, taken aback by the reaction as Zoro flails beneath him. He’s beaming at the discovery, digging his fingers in harshly before he lightly traces across the curve of the muscle.

It surpasses any other spot in terms of the panic that it sets in Zoro’s chest. This is going to kill him. The mighty pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro killed by gentle hands that know just how to dance across his skin with their tantalizing precision. No wonder they're the Cook’s treasure.

“I suppose we could forgo the other nine places…I could just do this for nine minutes instead.”

The teasing is burning Zoro’s face, this close he can feel the heat of Sanji’s breath as he speaks. Zoro knows if he doesn’t do something in the next thirty seconds, he’ll implode.

Sanji makes the mistake of pausing again, maybe to see if Zoro will try to say anything back. Zoro uses the opportunity to push off the mast and wraps his arms high over Sanji’s chest, his arms looping around to catch the back of the Cook’s arms. He draws them close, forcing Sanji to draw his arms to his back, his hands pulled away from Zoro.

He tries to reach out to continue his assault, but his wrists are now pressed into the small of his own back. He can feel Zoro’s biceps and forearms tensing around him as he traps his arms completely.

“Didn’t take you for a hugger.” Sanji grins, his tongue half sticking out as he takes in the panting Marimo, his face red and sweaty as he does his best to glower at Sanji. Of course, he looks adorably ridiculous considering the tears that are glistening in his eyes, the smile that is pulling at his lips despite his efforts to frown. Sanji can’t help but laugh despite being immobilised by the brute.

Probably not the best move to make.

“You think you’re so funny, eh?” Zoro gives up on scowling and instead grins. He settles his hands that have looped around Sanji’s waist and presses them flat against Sanji’s sides.

The blonde freezes, his bravo diminishing as he tries to flex his arms free but finds arms of steel unwavering against him.

“It’s not my birthday.” Sanji does his best to keep his voice level, trying to sound as composed as possible as he throws the excuse at the green idiot.

“Consider it my present.” Zoro hums, enjoying the shiver he can feel move along the Cook’s spine. “Nine minutes, was it?”

Sanji sputters to come up with a retort that would get him out of this, but Zoro isn’t listening.

Sanji’s laughter cackles across the deck as Zoro scrapes his nails across any place he can reach with his hands as limited as they are. The blonde tries a few more times to wiggle free, but it’s pointless.

He ends up slumping forward after the second minute, his strength gone as all he has the energy for now is laughing. His head ends up resting on Zoro’s shoulder as the swordsman continues his promise of nine minutes.

Sanji turns his head into the crook of the other’s neck, his laughter now turned to giggles as Zoro slows his pace.

“What? Can’t handle a bit of tickling, Cook? And just on your sides?”

Fuck.

Teasing did make it a hundred times worse, Sanji notes. He tries to speak some sort of reply but just ends up letting out raspy breaths instead.

He feels Zoro pause for half a second, his shoulder jumping beneath Sanji as the blonde cracks his eyes open from being twisted shut and notices a fresh blush on Zoro’s neck…Sanji laughs then, realising how open Zoro has left himself.

“Oi, ma-mahah-Marimo. Happy Bi-rahah-birthday.” Sanji sucks in a deep breath before he pushes his face into the crook the Zoro’s neck, his lips land with an honest squeal from Zoro. Sanji blows a raspberry into the sensitive spot, the hands on him tightening and forcing him to laugh before he means to. It seems the laughter is just as ticklish against Zoro’s skin though and the swordsman frees Sanji from his hold to try pry the blonde off his neck.

They end up wrestling around the mast, both of them getting in jabs as their laughter mixes together. They stop when Sanji almost hurles himself face first into the mast, only being saved from a broken nose by Zoro grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him away from it.

They lie on their backs then, the ship rocking gently beneath them. The laughter has faded and now they softly pant, trying to find their breath. They eventually look at one another, both glaring initially before laughing again.

“When’s your birthday, again?” Zoro taunts, sitting up and supporting himself with a hand.

“I’ll never fucking tell you.” Sanji laughs at the scowl it brings to Zoro’s face.

“I’ll find out.”

“No, you won’t. Mosshead.”

“Eh? You think I’m so dumb I can’t, Ero-cook?”

“I never said that, but considering you’ve moss for a brain, it’s likely that’s true.”

The deck fills with the sound of another scuffle, more laughter and roars as the pair get fired up again.

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seneon · 4 months

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nonchalant ──── ft. innocent zero various x gn! reader.

about. a oneshot based on this, where cell war is the one that discovered domina and reader's relationship. | crack & fluff (?)

notes. requested by @yusume-the-writer . hi y'all miss me or nah. cuz i'm gonna write most requests and go back to suffering in school for finals tmr 💯 happy new year, all!

RAGE FILLED DOMINA BLOWELIVE. cell war, an associate of domina's, had accidentally broke one of his belongings. it was something that you had gotten for your boyfriend for one of your anniversaries.

of course, the automatic reaction was to feel anger that bursted throughout his entire mind. domina's body feels hot, as rage seeped from his heart which was then shared to everywhere else.

domina is a nonchalant individual with a series of hidden anger and hatred beneath that layer of nonchalance.

today, that layer was torn off. very quickly.

"domina, won't you forgive me eh?" cell war's heart immediately dropped once he felt the rage of his boss' son. domina was never one to fool around with, especially with that blazing anger of his.

cell knew that. yet he still went into domina's room to confirm a suspicion.

a silly suspicion that he caught the male with pink hair walking around with a h/c-haired student of the same academy.

"you dare asked me to forgive you? after you came into my room without permission and then decided to fiddle around with my belongings? who the hell gave you such authority? huh?" domina said through gritted teeth, pulling out his wand. "i'm going to punish you!"

right before the blowelive could lift his arms up to shoot a spell right at cell who had readied himself in defense, you ran to domina and stopped his arms from moving.

"domina, calm down, relax," you said, holding his arms before he raises a brow and tried to let go of your grip. but he wouldn't dare hurt you. so he stopped moving and stared at you, the visibility of his rage still clear as water.

"why are you here, y/n? how are you in my house?"

"i invited them here!" cell war exclaimed.

"shut up!" domina accidentally shot a spell right at cell's foot, causing him to shriek in fear and got to his knees. "this is why i called your whoever this y/n is so they could protect me. jeez domina! you're crazy! and y/n is pretty stupid for dating you! they're crazy too!!"

domina raised a brow, looking at you then at cell, then at you again. "you're stupid for dating me..?" he asked you.

while you grimace in confusion. "huh? am i..?"

there was a shaky awkward silence in the air, full of question marks. as cell raised his head into the air of confusion, he saw that domina's rage has left completely, upon setting sight on you, his beloved.

"i'm telling your father on you, domina," cell stood up and brushed his clothes.

"kay'. sure," the said male responded, leaving with you who slowly pat domina's back in attempt to calm him down.

cell war?

he was left to stand there in complete confusion, a series of question marks swarming in his mind at domina's nonchalant response.

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#domina blowelive #domina mashle #domina x y/n #mashle domina #domina x you #mashle #mashle imagines #domina x reader #mashle x reader #mashle: magic and muscles #cell war #mashle cell war

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Fae!Gaz meets his darling. I have a few other fae!Gaz darling asks that I might answer because he's another that's had a few. But this one is His Darling, y'know?

"Can I have your cherry?" You look over at the man next to you, his bored expression.

"Uh." He points at your drink.

"Your cherry, they didn't give me one and it's my favorite part." You glance down at his drink, realization hitting you.

"Oh," you laugh and fish the cherry off your ice, "Oh my god, sorry. I thought you were hitting on me."

He hums as you settle the bright red fruit in his waiting hand. He tosses it into his mouth stem and all, chews it for a moment then pulls the stem from his lips. Three neat knots tied in it as he sets it on the bar in front of you.

"No. This is me hitting on you." You stare at the stem in shock, you've never seen someone do that. You've heard enough people brag about tying one knot, but three? You look at him and he's smiling, it's dazzling. "I'm Gaz, I didn't get your name."

Like a stunned fool you give it to him, and he smiles a little brighter. It feels a little easier to talk to him, he taps his finger against the bar, you want to talk to him. You're sure your friends are having fun on the dance floor, you're sure they're waiting for you, but his eyes keep pulling you back every time you look away. Your conversation flows and wanders about nothing, about everything, you aren't sure what you're talking about. Just exchanging stories, you think.

"So," Gaz drags the word out, you hum, warm from your drinks, they seem to appear every time you finish one(not that you're complaining), "what do you want?"

"What do I want?" You fumble the question, leaning against the bar and rocking on your heels, "mozzarella sticks." You nod, yeah, you're starving. You wonder if your friends would want to find a McDonald's after this. Gaz chuckles.

"No, I mean really want?" His eyes narrow, smile dropping, it's the first time you've seen his amicable expression change, "I can't pin you down, you're too…"

"Too…?" You raise your brows, this is a weird direction for the conversation to take. You'd thought maybe it would go more along the lines of 'do you want to go home with me?'

"Doesn't matter."

"I guess I don't really want anything," you tell him with a frown. Gaz laughs.

"No, no that's not possible." You frown a little harder, not a fan of the way he says that. Like you're being childish by even implying you might be happy as you are. Your therapist is going to hear about this. You tug your wallet from your pocket and pull a few bills free, probably way overpaying when you toss them on the bar.

"It's been nice talking to you Gaz," you tell him, turning to leave. He says your name and shudder runs through you, like someone walked over your grave.

"Stay," he orders you like a dog, and you can't disobey. He turns your face with gentle fingers, so he can look in your eyes again. "Now," he raises his other hand and touches his finger to your forehead, "tell me what you really want."

Your brows furrow, your mouth opening to say something, you don't really know what. For so long all you've wanted was to be happy, and by God you put the work into it. You pulled yourself out of the pit, you dragged your ass to therapy, you did the stupid exercises, you are finally happy. What more could you want?

Gaz stares at you, watches your brows, your softly parted lips, your eyes searching his like he could find the answer for you. You say nothing. He taps you again, digs a little deeper. Your eyes go glassy, you say nothing. He goes to tap you again and something clicks into place, some internal defense forces words from your mouth to keep him out of the depths.

"I guess," you drawl, "it might be fun to fall in love." He blinks, waits for a hook to catch. Nothing. Jesus Christ what the actual fuck is wrong with you? Or right with you, he supposes.

"Give me your number," he tells you, handing you his phone.

"Kay," you sound so sweet, soft for him while you type your number into his phone. You hand it back, your contact name has a little heart next to it. Cute.

"Go on doll, back to your friends," he nods towards the dance floor. You nod and start to walk away from him. He can feel his influence loosening the further you get, the more people surround you, but that's just fine. You'll be hearing from him soon. Everyone wants something, he'll figure it out sooner or later.

#fae!Gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x you #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x oc #lets all pretend that we are happy people for a while #this is another darling that i've been holding onto because i didnt know how to write their meeting #turns out i just gotta find the right musical score for Gaz and his darlings #this is brought to you by:#lust for vampyre by I Monster

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lieutenantfloyd · 10 months

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heyyy so i just read the rooster sfw alphabet and i was wondering if u could do one for mr hangman? if not it’s totally ok! have a great day or night :)))

SFW Alphabet — Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, jealousy, etc

a/n: A year later, and I'm finally in my Hangman era.

Also If you haven't yet, please check out the general Hangman headcanons I posted a while ago, as it gives a bit more context to my characterization of him!

a- asking (Who's the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

Jake will ask you out (or offer to take you home) first but when it comes to actual confessions of feelings, you'll need to initiate it. I truly believe that once Jake begins to fall for someone, he panics. He has no idea what to do with these feelings and will need you to take the reigns.

B - Butterflies (How they act when they're nervous.)

Do you think Hangman is cocky with a strong streak of narcissism now? A nervous Jake is an infinite amount worse, as he uses his already contentious traits as the ultimate defense mechanism.

c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

Given the correct circumstances, I fully see Hangman as being very cuddly. Particularly when he's sleepy, drunk, or just returning from deployment. Once Jake is in a relationship where he feels safe and secure, he becomes more than a bit clingy as well.

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Contrary to popular belief, Jake is 100% the type to settle down. Furthermore, he's the type to have the full American dream. Several kids and a nice white picket fence included. As far as domestic chores go, he was raised in a very traditional household where the men did none of the housework. Once he settles down though, he wants to help out but doesn't know where to start. Instead, he throws himself into more "masculine" chores, like mowing the lawn and paying the bills. While it'll take a bit of time (and patience on your part) for him to break the habit, soon he'll be cooking, cleaning, and caretaking better than you could've ever dreamed of.

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

If there's one thing Jake can do, it's hyping someone up. Once you're in a relationship, all bets are off and he instantly becomes your personal hype man. There's even been a few times he nearly got himself kicked out of an event for being too rowdy. Whether it's celebrating a major life goal or completing your weekly shopping, Jake will be by your side cheering you on.

f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

He loves how you challenge him and push him to be a better man.

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

He's the type of man to make a complete fool of himself just to make you crack a smile. Ego be damned.

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

While I don't think he's a liar, he does have a tendency to spin things in his favor to avoid conflict. This is especially true early on in your relationship before he feels fully comfortable. Once you two start building a life together, this habit disappears completely.

i- i love you (how fast do they say the L-Word?)

I can see this being a pretty big point of contention in your relationship. It's not that Jake doesn't love you (he's actually head or heels boots for you) it's just that those same insecurities keep bubbling up. His heart all but begs him you say those three words to you, but his head keeps winning out. What If you don't feel the same? What if he scares you off? What if you laugh in his face? Vulnerability is far from his strong suit, so this can only end up one of two ways. If you say it first: He'll give you the biggest, widest smile and pull you into the tightest hug. It's not lost to him how a few tears spill as he echoes those three words. If it turns into a big blowout fight: Only to end up spilling his guts while dodging your eyes, silently praying to whatever is out there that he made the right choice.

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

Hangman, for better or worse, is jealous as the day is long. It all stems from several poorly hidden insecurities. A major one is that deep down he's always waiting on the other shoe to drop, as he believes that he doesn't deserve you. Jealous Jake is explosive, flippant, and often downright mean. This is especially true if he's at the hard deck and has had a drink or two. On a good day, he'll stomp around the bar and give you the silent treatment. On a bad day, he'll be going toe to toe with whoever gives you more than a passing glance.

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

In public, he's an old school, arm around your shoulder, kisses in your hair kinda guy. In private he's a big fan of sneaking up behind you and giving you a few kisses on your neck.

l- love language (What's their love language?)

Words of affirmation. His less-than-stellar childhood paired with his career in the armed forces has left him craving the particular type of love only words of affection can give. Just a mere "Have fun!" Text, when he goes out with Javy, is enough to make his heart pound happily in his chest.

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

As mentioned in letter D, he's the all-American type, and marriage is just another aspect of that. I don't see him doing a big planned proposal though. Instead, he'll end up asking for your hand while you're like, washing the dishes (or something equally as mundane). He's actually been thinking about it for like two years but he's too nervous to say anything, but this time the thought of his wife washing the dishes in his house was too much to bear

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

He calls you: Sugar, Doll, cupcake, or anything else sickeningly sweet You call him: Honey, Darling, Jakey, Jay... Cowboy and/or Tex when you want to get on his nerves

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

You wouldn't be a fool to think Jake has told you everything. Lord knows that man loves to talk about himself. Yet if you look hard enough, you'll see inklings of a deeper, darker story lying beneath. Despite this, you won't press him about it. It stays in the back of your mind until one day, when the sun shines just right, he'll choose to reveal every part of his backstory to you.

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

One thing that surprises you when you first start going out with him is that he's shockingly shy when it comes to PDA, especially around those that know him best. As your relationship grows he'll be a bit more lenient when it comes to ODA, but he'll still always prefer to keep the larger displays of affection behind closed doors.

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Paintball, hiking, axe throwing... He likes to try new activities or do something physical. Really, anything that allows him to be a show off.

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

Hangman is the most accidentally romantic man you'll ever meet. On any random Thursday, he'll cook dinner, string up fairy lights in the backyard, and hire a string quartet. Not to be romantic, just because he thinks you'll find it cool.

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

Hangman would quite literally both kill and die for the people he loves. Luckily, in everyday life, he takes a more chill approach to things and is instead very trustworthy and dependable.

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

Jake is a son of Texas through and through, and is immediately turned off by anyone who is disrespectful and lacks manners. Oh, and anyone who supports Aggie football.

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He's decently understanding. If you're prone to more emotional responses, he may struggle a bit with that. Nonetheless, he will always sympathize and/or let you rant to him if need be.

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

Having someone in his corner. With his choice of career, he understands better than most the importance of having someone you can depend on no matter what.

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

Hat. Rule. If you're going out with Jake, his nice white cowboy hat will inevitably become a staple of your wardrobe.

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

When it comes to emotional labor, he is more than a bit oblivious. He'll even admit that it is a foreign concept to him. Like other areas of your relationship, give him some grace and a few pointers and he'll figure it out soon enough.

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)

It takes a while for your absence to sink in. After it does, his ego won't let him admit he's in shambles without you. Unfortunately, anyone who has the (dis)pleasure of being in his presence during this time Is well aware. Javy has even taken it upon himself to alert the rest of the squad when you leave town, etc so they can prepare.

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

A relationship with Jake will start off as an achingly slow burn. But give him time and your unwavering love, and before you know it, you'll have a full-on forest fire.

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/721950406399377408/as-admin-i-would-constantly-tell-all-the-staff?source=share

Gallon can take Admin you say? 😏

Pinnie we need something in writing about that, I crave dicking down Gallon. Idc if it's with Krulus cock or my own plastic one but slime boy needs to bend over for me now

[HELL YEAH. This appeals specifically to me. Fem reader with male monster body modifications.]

TW: Exhibitionism; Body modifications (inhuman cock); Weird slime sex; Cultish themes; Spitting.

You're so excited you can't even wait.

It's definitely childish of you to be doing so, but you can't help show every one of your coworkers the gift your ever generous Lord bestowed upon you today. Flashing, technically.

You're painfully hard. Or is it Krulu? You both are, you suppose. And how could you not be? Getting to use your lord's own beautiful length on your staff to pleasure him is nothing if not one of the most sublime delights you could ever think of. It's a very strange sensation nonetheless, you have to admit. Strange but good.

While some of them gawked and asked endless questions, others were happy to put a hand around the newfound girth- And, instead of fulfilling your duties as Administrator, you've been fooling around like this all day.

Rouletting through the remaining workers you have yet to approach, you settle on none other than Gallon, the bartender.

A slime... It must be fun to penetrate a slime, no? After all, they're so malleable. So squishy, so stretchy- Hah. You probably wouldn't even have to prep him. Doesn't that sound nice?

He sees you coming from a distance away.

That's something you've always liked about Gallon, he's got the eye of a hawk, never missing who comes in and out of this floor. He's like a localized surveillance system, and many were the times where that came in very handy. Nonetheless, he sees you, registers the wicked little smile on your face, then pauses and tilts his head. Already, the slime knows something's going to take place.

In your defense, you don't immediately scurry over and put it in his face. As much as you wanted to. No, you sat politely on the closest bar stool and kept yourself in check. Some patrons spare you curious eyes from a distance away, some of them know who you are already, the others will know better if they try anything.

" Admin, always a pleasure. " Gallon starts smoothly. " Should I get a black widow ready for you? "

" Yes, please. "

He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he works, and in turn, you observe him too.

Although Gallon's back is turned towards you, his body isn't currently very defined. Below the netting of slime that flows from his head to his back -Something you have started to think of as hair, vaguely- Is an unnaturally pinched waist, and although you can see the the spot where his legs meet, there's not much of a convenient ass there. Granted, he doesn't need to have one, Gallon is a very practical slime in that sense, he adopts whatever shape is more useful to him, and that's that on that. He appears to mold body parts according to necessity. You can work with that.

By the time your gaze drifts away, not in shame, a martini glass has already been slid your way neatly across the counter. The bartender gives you a sly grin, decidedly having caught you scheming him. His tendrils curl on the air, that to and fro denoting great curiosity. Poor Gallon and his endless search for amusement. He just might be entertained today.

A gloved hand circles the spotless glass, raising it to your lips for a chaste taste. " Thank you, impeccable as usual. "

" Ever the flatterer. " A tendril waves almost dismissively. Yet, for as much as he seems to enjoy keeping a mildly distant posture, he can't resist his own morbid curiosity today, settling not too far away from you, searching for words carefully.

" Say, I can't help but notice how... Busy, you have been today. "

He failed to get anywhere, and the two of you notice. Fortunately, you're in a jolly mood today, a forgiving one.

" When am I not busy, Gallon? " Another sip.

" Fair. " The monster tilts his head, a sort of 'moving on' gesture from long tendrils. " But I couldn't help notice there's a certain pep to your step, a lilt, you know? "

" Oh? " You're almost halfway through the drink.

" Yes, not to mention some of the others made a few comments and I just found them peculiar, you know? "

Word travels fast in this establishment, very fast.

" Hm. And what did they say? "

The bartender pauses. Again, searching for those magic words.

" Well, rumor has it you were given a present today. "

" That I was. " Your gloves are removed from your arms and folded on the balcony as you play with the blackberry skewer decorating your drink.

" And you've been putting that gift to use very vigorously thus far. "

A small smirk. " You could say that. "

Gallon grows a visibly a little frustrated. It's always fun to run circles around the slime. So subtle, he judges himself, employing the oldest tactics in the books. Leading questions, intense pauses and vaguely coaxing remarks aren't enough to trick you.

He realizes this, and changes his strategy.

" Far be it of me to misinterpret, cherry- " The bartender begins, holding the same glass to your lips as he steals a glance at your crossed legs on the stool. He doesn't force you to drink more than you take. " But I think you might want to show me that present too? "

Showing is the tamest thing you're going to do to him. Fact of the matter is you're only taking this slowly because you're not too sure how to fuck Gallon. You've played your games with him, yes, but you'll admit you were more focused on his tendrils and manhood than you were his hole- You almost judged him not to have one. And maybe he doesn't? It's hard to tell.

You'll get that answer soon enough.

" Presumptuous. "

" I tend to be, at times. "

" But correct. " And with that, you peel back slightly, offering the slime an unobstructed view as you pull your work dress up.

Between netted stockings and not a trace of underwear lies your bare cunt, but most importantly, a throbbing yellowed girth coming from a summoned slit on your pelvis rests on your thigh, warming it. Bigger than what any human should have, and certainly intimidating. A carbon copy of Lord Krulu's rod if there ever was one.

Gallon stares openly, blinking several times. You can't read his expression anymore. He had clearly seen the outline of your borrowed cock in your purple attire, though perhaps he didn't expect it to be this... Special.

You part your legs, the thing standing at attention, almost pointing towards him. You could honestly get used to this adornment. If nothing else, it's been funny so far. Finally, the monster's eye snaps to your face, and you give him this sort of questioning look, expectant.

" My my... " Is all he has to say.

" I take it you're interested in seeing it up close? " Just like the rest of them. All of them will by the time you're done, all.

You are in very generous moods.

The higher chimes, in the back of your mind. Lord Krulu can't blame you now, can he?

I suppose not, lamb.

" I wouldn't mind it... "

" O- Oh my dear, no- No foreplay this time? "

The bartender stammers as you push his vaguely amorphous mass to lie chest down on the balcony. You snicker.

" No. " It's a calm explanation. " Besides, I always did wonder what taking a slime out of the blue might feel like. "

Will there be a difference? Will he resist instinctively? Or will it be just as inviting? His texture, his density... Time to find out.

Most of the clientele has realized what's about to happen, and they appropriately scatter to different portions of the floor, though some always keep their eyes on the two of you. Voyeurs have long since stopped being noteworthy in your mind.

Humming, your dress lifts further so you can drag your lord's cock against Gallon's lower back. It's a moderately cool sensation, his mass sticking to you slightly in sloppy strands, as if clinging willingly to you. Gallon shudders, which is to say his entire form visibly ripples, enjoying being grinded against so suddenly. For as much as it might be interesting to just... Shove into him, any part of Gallon really, you think something more convenient might be easier, approachable.

" Gallon? " You call, leaning down to thread your fingers through his webbing of hair, kneading across it firmly, into what becomes his neck.

The monster starts molding slightly onto the balcony, growing heated by the attention. " ... Yes, Lady Admin? "

" Do slimes have assholes? " To the point. Blunt. Barbed even.

You know many of them have mouths. And all of them have genitals. Evidenced when you reach beneath the two of you, occasionally slipping your fingers into the mass of his side, and find his slit. Something more solid, more defined, warmer- But no less flexible.

Sparing neither mercy nor care, you slip three fingers into that entrance, stretching it deliberately, hearing a decidedly airy and pitiful mewl coming from the monster before you, his tendrils slapping on the front of the counter before latching onto the stool you previously sat on, grounding himself.

His cock snakes out eagerly, slapping against the first thing it finds, playing on your fingers, stroking them, asking oh so sweetly to be touched. It would be exceptionally cruel of you to deny him. You grab that slimy length by the root and twist slightly as you tug down, pumping the male until he starts twitching in your grasp.

" O- Ohn yes, that's good... " He trails off, tone ever smooth, but quieter, meeker. The prong on top of his head droops, almost absorbed back into his core form.

You smirk, hand on the netting of his back pulling, half-successfully turning his head to the side, enough that you can plant a loving kiss on the corner of his toothy grin while you pump him.

" Mhm, it is, isn't it? " The curl of your fist around his cock turns into a warning squeeze. " Now answer my question. "

The slime has to blink for a couple of moments, rewinding in his brain. " Ah- Not quite. "

Disappointment.

" But I can make something more uhm- Welcoming to you? "

That piques your interest, dick twitching. " Oh please, surprise us. "

And he does. Boy, does he.

Beneath you, Gallon's form starts swelling. He takes a moment to pause and think how to rearrange the extra mass, then begins forming, from his chest down, a much more humanoid figure. A sloped and pinched waist becomes straighter, more filled out, a proper ass bubbling from his back, leading to juicy thighs, though he seems to lose focus beneath the knees, deforming slightly.

Good enough, more than good enough. You totally forgot he could do something like this.

" Does this suffice, cherry? " Gallon looks back, observing his own work before waiting for your reaction.

" It's more than enough, you clever mouse. " The praise makes him perk up, smirking.

Letting go of his girth and webbing, you handle the bartender's ass with some mirth, watching the very malleable "flesh" mold and jiggle as you toy with it.

For a moment, you actually get distracted with making his behind bounce, slapping around slightly. Gallon shakes his head, either embarrassed or incredulous, you don't quite care.

Eventually, you properly spread his ass, searching, palping, until- There. Not quite the same feel of that specific ring of muscle, but something almost like it, less gripping, less resistant. You'll give him kudos for creativity.

A finger wedges in there, and apart from a quiet gasp, Gallon invites you by pushing his rump back onto you. Looking from him to your mildly slicked cock, you figure there's no need delaying the main dish.

" You know, you might just be the one who'll take my lord's gift the easiest. " You quip, lining up with the newly-formed hole.

" Hah! " Gallon nearly wheezes. " Don't let our resident hell-fiend hear you saying that. "

" Never. "

And, with that little jest, you grab onto Gallon's hips, tugging him brutally onto your cock.

As expected, there was hardly any resistance, you hilted him on the first thrust! Gallon doesn't exactly scream of pleasure, but he does tense like a coiled spring, eye wide and grip rattling the stool. You feel him grip around your cock. It's not the same helpless squeeze of someone's inner walls, not as intensely warm, not as real- But it's nice and slick and he made himself slightly more textured for your enjoyment- It feels as if he's making a conscious effort to hug around you, to pleasure you.

Moaning, it's your turn to grab onto him for stability, delighting in the very new sensation. Everything about using a phallus is foreign and novel, especially your Lord-Master's, but this is a brand different take on it too.

One you like.

Sighing contentedly, melting, all but nearly purring, you kick-start a decent rhythm. Not necessarily out of consideration for Gallon's non-existent hole, mostly to get used to it yourself.

" You are- Rather big. " The bartender muses while you bask in the sensation of being deliberately massaged from inside him. What a neat trick, you ought to reward the slime.

Pulsing inside him, you rock into those motions and snicker. " You've seen our Lord, it would be an insult to him otherwise. "

Your hand is back around his squirming cock.

" Nh- Noted. "

Pounding Gallon is easy, easier than it should be, he gropes and strokes and squeezes at your length- You'd say he moved his tongue there if it weren't currently lolling off the side of his mouth, limply decorating a flat-toothed smile.

" Lords, that's fucking perfect- " Shuddered praise falls upon him when you bend to cage him against the counter further. As if your smaller form would be capable of such.

Not that it matters, big as they may be, none of them dare lift a finger against your will.

The slime's attentions only ever falter when your ministrations intensify, giving way to lapses where he focuses more on thrusting and coiling against your hand, coating it in pre. Eventually, he starts looking more like a wax candle than a person, melting steadily on the floor and wooden surface, these soft little plop plop plops of his own form cascading to the ground with each of your greedy pistons, only to be reabsorbed later.

The spots of his form dance, his entire mass moves as if in a fever, even his temperature picks up, and he pants alongside you in this disgusting little public tryst. You giggle airily, dipping to place a sweet kiss on his neck and shoulder, lapping the remnants of him that stick to your lips in a refusal to let go.

Your tongue gathers them all in your mouth, and combined with some saliva, they're grossly spat out onto his back. Gallon yelps, and as much as he's known to be a bit of a germaphobe at times, there's an insurmountable wave of mirth from both you and Krulu as the nasty present is rapidly absorbed.

He tasted that, no doubt. Now it's a part of him. Your own tiny mark.

" Needy whore, aren't you? " You quip, the hand that's not around his girth slipping inside his body, collecting pieces of himself to bizarrely pump your own cock with. It's like... You have no idea how to describe it, but it's very messy and gloriously sensual.

When the two of you start climbing steadily towards a plateau, Gallon's carefully constructed body starts faltering here and there as he forgets to maintain certain shapes in his restless arousal. Strings and strands mold together, forming braids of viscous yellow material that attach onto your hips, spread across your ass like spidery fingers and form a mesh there- Trying to trap you inside him.

This must be some of the strangest sex you've ever had...

It apparently sends him wild, a cacophony of wanton cries falling from his parted mouth, eye rolling and face falling, the stool now being looped over several times. He's going to break that no doubt.

Courtesy of only recently having your borrowed cock, your endurance isn't exactly... Spectacular. Which means you're dangerously close to orgasm. Too close. And you have no intention of slowing down. After all, there's still a lot to do and more people to take a turn on, you might come back to the bartender if you feel like it. But right now, you need to come inside him.

Hips stuttering, legs flexing, your eyes flutter and you moan freely as your orgasm crashes upon you a little too suddenly, forcing you to feverishly hump Gallon, with almost enough force to drive your actual body into his molding mass. You lose yourself in him, near literally, skin becoming one with spotted slime as your Lord's cock throbs hard and wanton in your worker's makeshift hole.

Ropes after ropes of hot cum bathe him from the inside out. More than any man would ejaculate, more than most monsters can offer, you fill him like a bucket and join your Master in the collective euphoria, his pleased growling warming your entire form like a blanket of velveteen praise. You're doing well, very well, pleasing him deliciously.

The notion alone makes poppers go off in your brain, heightening an already powerful climax. And, although your hand had gone static around Gallon's length for a while now, you feel something wet and gross coat your fingers as well, the monster still making broken cries by the time you click back to reality.

Curiously, you take in a most interesting sight.

Gallon has turned... Several shades lighter. He looks almost pallid.

Is that- Oh. The realization that you've quite literally drowned one of your workers in your higher's seed is utterly rotten in the most tantalizing way, sparking a few last pulses of arousal before you can finally relax a little.

You'd lick him just to see if he tastes like Krulu, but slimes never really taste good no matter what you do to them- Something Morell would disagree on, for sure, but you have your convictions about the matter.

" Oho- " You giggle, fetching Gallon's head even as it melts slightly into your grasp when he leans onto the tender contact. " I gave you a little makeover, hm? "

It takes a moment before the bartender understands what you're saying, taking a more thoughtful look at himself and blinking at the washed out, creamy coloration he's acquired.

" Ah- I- That has never happened to me before... " The slime marvels, even his spent dick is now a buttermilk sort of yellow.

When you pull out of him, gentle even if it's not necessarily required, you get treated to a view of Gallon trembling and leaking excess seed from several parts of his body, a small puddle of cum gathering on the floor.

" A- Ahh ff- Gods. " He exhales, rendered a total mess.

Smirking, and more than a little heated by the display, you grab a random towel of his to clean your junk, mildly dabbing at your legs in the process before pulling your work dress back down. You haven't exactly flagged, it'd be hard to after seeing your cum gratuitously seep off your whorish staff member like that.

" Thanks for the black widow, Gallon, you didn't have to. " You joke, ready to leave him there, still half-melted like a candle of cum.

The bartender flicks his prong off his face. " It was... My pleasure. "

#Gallon oc #monsterfucker #monster x reader #terato #terato tag #not sfw #minors dni

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Friendly competition

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett

5k words

Accompanying audio | ao3 link

A/n: This started with a dumb idea and badly edited picture, then @xantineverdoer ruined my life by sliding smut into my ask box and I produced whatever the fuck this is. Thank you for the coin flip idea. Also tied this into this week's Weasley Wednesday prompt: Quidditch!

Garreth was used to Sebastian's smug attitude, particularly in the case of friendly (or not) competition. The Slytherin had always been cocky, self-satisfied, insufferable in some regards, but he usually had a reason to be. Talented in more ways than one, Sebastian's confidence also extended to the bedroom—something Garreth had found out the previous year after far too much firewhiskey and a particularly ferocious Quidditch match.

He'd been sick to death of the brunet's endless gloating and intoxicated flirting, pinning him to the stands and finding out that Sebastian was quite the vocal partner as he whined underneath Garreth's touch with little care for who might hear. Garreth hadn't expected him to be so submissive; though he fought back endlessly and riled Garreth up to no end, in the end he always found himself obeying once Garreth's cock was buried in the boy's arse. Fucking Sebastian Sallow had become a favourite pastime, and the Slytherin appeared to be utterly insatiable in that regard.

Usually after a particularly fraught training session, Garreth would unwind by paying Sebastian a visit, until he found that the Slytherin had started waiting in the stands, watching him fly. There was nothing like aggressively hitting a bludger around to get the blood pumping and adrenaline rushing, except fucking Sebastian afterwards. Garreth started appearing as the Slytherin team trained, drawing curious glances from the green-clad students around him and a knowing smirk from the chestnut-haired boy flying around the pitch. Sebastian was a beater too, and the sight of him swinging his bat around never failed to get Garreth in the mood—he was pretty sure Sebastian added the loud grunts and ruffling of his hair for Garreth's benefit.

What he hadn't expected to see that particular Sunday morning as he settled into the hard wooden bench, was Leander Prewett approaching with a confused expression.

"Alright, Leander? What brings you here?"

"Just fancied watching a bit of Quidditch," he replied with a shrug.

"They're doing drills," Garreth said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Right. Er, why are you here?"

"Scoping out the competition."

Leander grunted, returning his attention to the Slytherin team now mounting their brooms. Garreth knew he was lying, but didn't understand why until he started to follow his gaze. He was watching the same person Garreth had his eyes fixed upon; the fluffy-haired brunet currently pelting bludgers across the pitch to his teammate. It wasn't merely a quick glance, but an intense stare at the boy that was obvious to anyone who was paying even the slightest bit of attention.

"Why are you watching Sallow?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" Leander huffed, turning a gentle shade of pink across his freckled cheeks.

"Do you fancy him?"

"What? No!"

"Seems like you do," Garreth teased.

Leander turned to Garreth, shuffling along the bench towards him and lowering his voice.

"Don't you dare say anything. I mean it, Garreth."

"Merlin's beard, you do!"

"We've been…fooling around with each other for a while."

Garreth's stomach dropped and mouth hung open stupidly at his admission, whilst his friend looked at him uncomfortably, obviously disappointed by his reaction.

"You and…Sallow?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Leander replied, defensiveness flaring.

"Well..."

"Never thought you were the bigoted type, Garreth…"

"Gods, shutup, will you? I…I'm shocked because I've been…fooling around with him, too."

"What?!"

Leander's exclamation drew the attention of several of the spectators surrounding them, their patience for the Gryffindor interlopers clearly wearing thin. Garreth shushed his friend quietly, casting a furtive glance around before landing on Sebastian. Far from being concentrated on his practice, he was watching Garreth (or were his eyes fixed on Leander?) with an amused smile whilst his teammate shouted at him from across the pitch to pay attention.

"That little brat," Leander muttered.

The idea that Sebastian was sleeping around shouldn't have shocked Garreth, but it did bother him slightly. The way the Slytherin flirted incessantly, he was bound to have used it on other unsuspecting victims in order to get his dick wet, but never in a hundred years would Garreth had guessed his best friend would be swayed by him. Of course, Sebastian was gorgeous, physically fit, and had the most perfect little arse, but Leander hated the boy. Perhaps that rippling tension and unresolved hatred was what had drawn them together in the first place.

"I think we should have a talk with him after this…," Garreth sighed.

"I think you're right."

The rest of the training session passed slowly, with Garreth trying his hardest to avoid looking at Sebastian at all, or Leander for that matter. He found himself watching Imelda and wondering if Gryffindor stood a chance against such a strong team, when a whistle blew and snapped him out of his reverie. As the Slytherins landed and filed off of the pitch with backs slapped and smiles exchanged, Garreth and Leander stood simultaneously to walk down the flights of stairs to the grassy grounds below.

They stood in awkward silence as they waited outside of the changing rooms, waiting and waiting until finally, Sebastian sauntered out. Garreth tried to remain impassive as he approached, ignoring how his damp hair from the shower fell over his freckled face, water droplets dripping down his neck and pooling above his collarbone. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Lads," he said by way of greeting. "Come to watch me play?"

"We had an interesting conversation whilst we were," Leander said calmly.

"Oh? Do tell."

"You've been having sex with both of us?" Garreth asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

Sebastian merely shrugged, bored with the conversation already. Garreth flushed pink, irritation building at his nonchalance. Certainly they weren't anything more than sexual partners, but he'd thought he was his only partner. Perhaps the assumption had been foolish, but the jealousy that rippled through him was very real.

"If you're going to be such a little slut, Sallow…how about you try us both at the same time?" Leander asked.

Sebastian blinked and looked at Leander before breaking into a smirk as Garreth gawped at his friend.

"Hah, likely story. I can't imagine you two daring to have your cocks out in front of each other. You'd spend the entire time bickering over who's bigger."

Refusing to take the bait (because surely he was bigger than Leander, right?), Garreth smiled cheerfully at Sebastian and nodded.

"I think that's a great idea. Tell you what, if Slytherin win the next match, you can have us both," Garreth agreed, catching Leander's surprised glance in his direction.

"And if Gryffindor win, by some miracle?" Sebastian drawled.

"You have to choose between us, for good."

Sebastian narrowed his dark eyes, gaze flicking between the two as he considered the bet. Garreth was faintly worried he'd decide not to choose him, though he didn't particularly like the idea of sharing Sebastian in either scenario either.

"Fine. You'd better decide who gets to go first," he smirked, hauling his bat over his shoulder and giving Garreth a wink.

The wink sent a surge of desire through Garreth's body, culminating in a rush of blood straight to his cock, which twitched eagerly in his trousers. Damn him. He watched Sebastian walk away with his usual swagger, casting a look back at them with another wide grin, knowing they were both ogling the view of his slightly-too-tight breeches.

"Fucking Sallow," Leander muttered.

Sebastian found Garreth a few days before their match after the Gryffindor team had been put through their paces, leaving him exhausted and in no mood for the Slytherin's antics. Of course, his lethargy didn't last long in the face of Sebastian's wandering hands and exasperating taunting. Sebastian had only just finished telling him that he'd be choosing Leander if he couldn't keep up with his energy when his words were replaced by whimpers that filled the space underneath the Quidditch stands.

He still found ways of winding Garreth up whilst his cock was buried deep inside his arse, but that was part of the fun of their rendezvous. He pushed Garreth's buttons until he snapped, forcing him to reduce Sebastian to a whining mess who could barely answer his name. The way the cocky Slytherin eventually folded to Garreth's commands was so deeply satisfying, the way those smirking lips parted for Garreth's tongue and moaned his name as he rode him was exhilarating.

Until a couple of days ago, nobody else in the world knew of their little arrangement, and Garreth was still miffed that he apparently wasn't the only one able to tame Sebastian Sallow. The thought of having his best friend join him was strange but intriguing. Garreth couldn't help but wonder what Sebastian would be like with not one, but two boys pleasuring him—what would become of those soft little whines and begging eyes? Sebastian had left him that day with a nip at his ear as Garreth squeezed his bottom, already missing his warmth.

By the time the anticipated match rolled around, tensions were high in more ways than one. Garreth had been growing more and more frustrated by the day as the stress of the match only increased his need for an outlet. All the furious pumping of his hand in the world couldn't compare to Sebastian's supple body, and the fantasies were no longer cutting it to relieve his frustration.

With a sigh, Garreth started pulling on his kit and gathering his gloves and bat into his bag. Leander appeared at his side as he finished changing, shoving his hands into his pockets with a feigned attempt at nonchalance.

"If they win…," he muttered, looking around the dormitory to check nobody was listening, "we agree not to go easy on him?"

"Goes without saying."

"You okay with this?" Leander asked.

"If they win, yes. Should be…fun to teach him a lesson," Garreth said, barely suppressing a smile.

Leander chuckled and slapped him on the back, sending a ripple through his body. Gods, he hadn't considered actually being naked with Leander as part of the deal. He'd thought about it, but what would it really be like to touch his best friend's bare skin, to see his uncovered frame and watch him fuck the boy he'd been sleeping with for months? If he were truthful, the images he conjured of Sebastian being violated by both of them set his pulse racing and blood rushing straight to where was entirely inappropriate at that moment.

Garreth shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind as he steeled himself, giving Leander a final nod before leaving the room with his belongings. The walk down to the stands flew by and as he tore himself away from his distractions, he was clutching his broom and bat and readying himself to walk out onto the pitch in front of hundreds of people. The roar from the crowd was almost overwhelming, and the rest of his team looked terrified.

Once out onto the lush grass, Garreth mounted his broom as the captains met in the middle of the pitch to shake hands under the glare of Madam Kogawa. His eyes drifted over the swathes of supporters and then down to the Slytherin team gathered opposite. Sebastian was already hovering a few inches above the ground, twirling his bat in his hand and staring at Garreth. A knot twisted in his stomach as he watched his dark eyes and dipped head, perhaps indicative of intimidation to anyone watching, but clearly meant to entice Garreth. He knew then that Sebastian needed that smirk wiped off his face once and for all. Slytherin needed to win.

By all accounts, Slytherin should have secured an easy victory, but by some cruel twist of fate, the one time Garreth wanted his team to lose, they were playing absolutely fantastically. The match was fast, furious and the lead razor thin by an hour in, with Gryffindor ten points up and Garreth growing increasingly frustrated. He’d been thinking about a particularly heated evening spent in the boathouse with Sebastian a few weeks ago, when his peripheral vision caught a brown blur heading towards him and he collided his bat with the bludger just in time, hitting it halfway down the pitch.

“Careful, Weasley. I wouldn’t want you to mess up that pretty face.”

Garreth turned to see Sebastian fly past with a devilish grin aimed his way before shooting off after the offending bludger. Annoyed that the comment had made him flustered, Garreth flew in the opposite direction, hunting down the other ball. He spotted it not too far away, hurtling towards his teammate who was hovering near the goalposts. With a muttered expletive, he was on its tail as the crowds roared around him and the commentator appeared to be going wild—someone was after the snitch. Garreth tuned his hearing into the amplified voice and listened, his head whipping around to see the Gryffindor seeker chasing down the tiny gold ball with his counterpart still seconds behind.

Shit. Gryffindor were going to win.

Garreth had merely half a second of blind panic, his selfish desires overtaking all rational thought as he aimed the bludger and pelted it towards his teammate. His eyes bulged as he realised what he’d done, hoping to Merlin nobody had noticed his deliberate aim. The ball missed by a margin, but distracted the seeker long enough to veer him off course and allow his Slytherin counterpart to catch up.

The rest was history. In a blur of green, the pitch was swarmed with supporters for the winning team as Garreth and the rest of his team were left dumbfounded. There’d be time to contemplate what the hell he’d done later, as well as wallow in guilt, but for now, Garreth was keen to get out of the crowds—he had a bet to collect on.

Garreth took his time in the shower, cleaning everywhere and waiting for the last of his team to file out, trudging back to Gryffindor tower to wallow in defeat. He was squeaky and smelled of pine by the time he crossed the stands into the opposing team's changing rooms, finding them empty except for Sebastian leaning casually against the wall. His eyes flicked over Garreth as he walked in, a look of smug satisfaction across his face.

"Congratulations," Garreth said with a smile.

"Did you purposely attack your own teammate just so you can both fuck me, Weasley?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

His own gaze ran over the boy in front of him, still wet from the shower, flushed and enticing. Garreth was practically salivating at the thought of getting his hands on him as he strode towards him with a predatory glare. Before be could pounce, he was interrupted by Leander's entrance. The three of them stood in the changing room, looking at each other and waiting for someone to initiate.

"So, who's going first?" Garreth asked his friend.

Leander hummed before he rifled through his pockets, producing a silver sickle.

"Heads, I go first?"

Garreth nodded as Sebastian just watched the exchange.

"Tails."

"Thank fuck for that," Garreth sighed, barely able to contain his pent up frustration.

"Come here, princess," Leander grinned, holding out a hand to the brunet.

"Fuck off," Sebastian spat back, but he did as he was told, walking into Leander's open arms.

Garreth found himself watching, fascinated but utterly fucking furious at the display, as Sebastian pulled the taller boy by the tie and swiped his tongue over Leander's lips, all whilst keeping his dark brown eyes trained on Garreth. He closed the distance in a flash, snaking his hands around Sebastian's waist and pressing himself against his back, the moan that left the Slytherin's lips captured by Leander's mouth.

Garreth dipped his head, lips finding the still damp skin at Sebastian's neck as he slid his hands to his waistband, following the thick hair that trailed his chest and abdomen. Licking and nipping at the sensitive spot behind his ear that Garreth knew all too well, Sebastian arched his back, pressing his behind into Garreth's waiting crotch. His erection was already growing steadily and Sebastian was more than eager to tease it with a rhythmic rocking of his hips.

"Like that, Weasley?"

"I'll like it even better when it's buried in your tight little arse," Garreth whispered into his ear.

Sebastian whined and shuddered at the tease as Leander grew impatient with the distraction, swatting Garreth's hands out of the way to grope hungrily at the bulge in Sebastian's trousers.

"You're absolutely rock hard, Sallow," Leander chuckled. "We've barely started."

Sebastian glared but didn't reply, continuing to rock his hips into Leander's hand until he unbuttoned Sebastian's trousers. The boy groaned as his stiff cock was released from the fabric into Leander's waiting hand, his other pulling Sebastian's face back towards him to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss. Running his fingers through that soft chestnut hair, Garreth resumed his attention on Sebastian's neck, biting harder with every push of his soft backside against his erection, sucking the skin with increased vigour at every muffled moan.

Sebastian's soft whines and wet slapping of his cock being tugged were delicious, Garreth's own hard length now throbbing for more attention than the restricted friction could provide. He reached down to release himself, roughly pushing down Sebastian's trousers and giving his arse a hard squeeze before his dripping cock pressed against those peachy cheeks.

Sebastian was writhing between the two friends; breath heavy, skin flushed and hands grabbing at Leander's hair, making a mess of his coiffed 'do. Garreth couldn't help the groan that clawed its way out of his throat as he held Sebastian's hips still to grind against his arse. He felt good, so good, but sounded even better. The way his composure broke down so quickly was intoxicating and Garreth longed for more of those wavering breaths and pathetic mewls…but they had an agreement.

"Remember we said I'd have him first," Garreth warned, eyes flicking to Leander over the brunet's shoulder.

"Oh you can fuck him, but we didn't specify who'd make him come first."

Garreth frowned at the technicality, but his head dizzied with possibilities of what they could do to the increasingly limp Slytherin between them.

"Would you like that? Think you can handle me pounding that tight little arse-" Garreth teased, pressing himself hard into Sebastian's behind, "-after you've spilled all over yourself?"

Sebastian responded with a desperate whine, his head lolling back onto Garreth's shoulder. He really was so beautiful when he was in the midst of pleasure, when the only sounds leaving his mouth were sinful moans rather than sarcastic jibes.

"He's absolutely fucking gone already," Leander chuckled, slowing and eventually removing the hand wrapped around Sebastian's cock.

Sebastian tried to protest but was met with another searing kiss by the towering redhead. They were so close, Garreth could smell his friend’s cologne mingling with their combined arousal and the musky scent of sweat from his lover. Garreth hummed against Sebastian's neck, running his tongue over the blotchy red mark blooming on his skin as the two boys exchanged soft moans. Garreth was about ready to start marking an enticing spot on Sebastian’s shoulder before Leander pulled out of the kiss with a glint in his eye of undisguised lust.

"On your knees.”

Sebastian panted, taking a few seconds to find his voice and realise what he’d been told to do.

"Absolutely no way, I'm not getting on that filthy tile," he spat back.

"I suppose you don't want my cock inside you, then?” Garreth remarked from behind him, taking his length in his hand and guiding himself between Sebastian’s cheeks. “Shame."

The Slytherin gave a tiny shudder of arousal, putting up only a small protest when Leander sat on the bench behind him, pushing Sebastian to the floor by his shoulder. Garreth watched him kneeling between Leander’s legs on the hard floor, completely bare and cock weeping as his face was guided towards the redhead’s waiting member.

The view was utterly obscene—Garreth was so entranced he barely noticed that he was lazily stroking himself as he watched Sebastian sucking his friend’s cock. He was so eager. Who knew anyone could make that much noise whilst their mouth was so stuffed full? Delicious moans, groans and gasps escaped his throat, muffled but still loud enough to fill the room and echo off the tiled walls. Leander’s eyes were fixed downward as his hand gripped the chestnut hair in front of him, completely absorbed in Sebastian’s performance.

"Fuck. Arse up, Sallow.”

Sebastian tried to smirk around the cock in his mouth; not entirely successfully but Garreth got the idea. Kneeling down behind him, Garreth lifted his behind off of his feet, pushing the boy forward as he stumbled and gripped Leander’s thighs for support. The muffled complaint was cut short when Sebastian’s cheeks were parted and Garreth’s tongue swiped over his entrance. Fuck, this was uncomfortable, but needs must.

Garreth closed his eyes and allowed himself to be completely absorbed in Sebastian’s dulled moans and the wet slurping from his mouth. Every flick of Garreth’s tongue made him gasp and keen, much to the frustration of Leander who growled his frustration as Garreth tried to suppress a grin. The Slytherin particularly liked it when Garreth circled his hole before plunging the tip of his tongue inside, the pitch of his whines increasing a whole octave each time he did.

The dull throb of Garreth’s cock grew in intensity with every salacious noise from Sebastian until he couldn’t handle anymore waiting. He was crazed with desire, the pain in his knees nothing compared to the head-spinning arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. A final, firm swipe of his tongue and he retreated, groping in his pocket for his wand with shaking hands and muttering the charm to coat his fingers in a slippery liquid.

“N-not yet. I still want to make this one come,” Leander said, still tugging on Sebastian’s hair as the brunet’s head bobbed up and down.

Garreth swore from frustration, reaching around to spread the lubricant on Sebastian's stiff and twitching cock as Leander pushed him off his lap with a pop and a groan and into Garreth's waiting lap. He was already so pliant, limp and writhing on top of Garreth as he stroked the brunet's girthy length—his bare arse rubbed Garreth's painfully neglected erection with every tug of his hand and their combined loud moans reverberated off the walls and filled his ears.

"Are you going to come all over yourself?" Leander asked through the noise, his hands gripping the twitching boy's thighs and fondling his tight balls.

"Y-yeah…"

The snarky façade was crumbling, revealing Sebastian's pure desperation to be toyed with. He was close, the noises he made bordering on hysterical as his hands made a pathetic attempt at controlling Leander's head. Garreth watched over a freckled shoulder, the ginger head dipped against Sebastian's muscular thighs now peppered with teeth marks and blooming red marks across the tender skin.

"Fucking…faster…"

"Say please," Garreth responded to the whiny demand.

"Please."

Garreth picked up the pace, only a few strokes needed to send Sebastian over the edge with a shuddering moan, spilling his load all over his stomach and Garreth's hand. Garreth muttered praises in Sebastian's ear as he rode out his orgasm, the last dribble of cum barely leaving the boy's cock before Garreth pulled his hand away—he was so fucking ready he could barely think.

"Gods, you're a fucking mess, Sallow," Leander's far away voice said.

Sebastian was already off of his lap, Garreth getting shakily to his feet and wincing at the pain from the hard floor. Undeterred, he gave Leander a sharp look before speaking.

"Help me get him up, I'll probably need you to take his weight."

Garreth had no intention of fucking him on the tiled floor. Sebastian was already getting to his feet, his dark eyes boring into Garreth's skull as he drank him in, diverted as soon as Leander parted his swollen lips with his tongue. Sebastian was but an inch shorter than Garreth, strong and well-built but he looked positively tiny next to Leander, who towered over the both of them with his lean muscular form. He'd have time to wonder why the sight was so riveting later; for now, Garreth's fingers were busy stretching that tight little hole he craved so much.

He'd been right that he'd need Leander's help. As soon as he'd started stroking and circling the soft pad inside Sebastian, the boy was a mess. His legs shook and desperate mewls left his mouth, falling against Leander's plush lips that were turned up in an amused smile. Garreth was three fingers in, Sebastian's entrance stretched so well for him, relaxed and ready.

"Think you can handle all of me?" Garreth asked, already withdrawing his fingers.

"Shutup and fuck me."

Apparently he still had a fucking mouth on him. Any intention of going slowly died with Sebastian's taunt as Garreth lined up his swollen, dripping head with his entrance and pushed inside. The smirking Slytherin collapsed into Leander's chest as Garreth stretched him steadily, until his groin was flush with the soft flesh of Sebastian's behind.

"Come on princess, this is what you wanted wasn't it?"

Leander was busy whispering against Sebastian's parted lips as Garreth looped his arms around Sebastian's, pulling them behind him and linking his hands. Sebastian's back arched into the hold, groaning as he was manhandled just the way he liked.

Sweet relief and absolute ecstasy flooded Garreth's body the moment he started to rock his hips, his eyes diverting downward to watch his cock impaling his lover's arse between those soft cheeks. He'd have time later to grab the flesh and mark him up prettily, but all that Garreth wanted, and could manage to do, was grind against them with increasing vigour. He felt incredible—tight, warm and wet, his walls enveloping Garreth's cock so perfectly and teasing every last drop of frustration out of him.

"So…fucking good…," Garreth gasped.

Sebastian merely whined in response, his flushed face pressed against Leander's shoulder and eyes rolling back into his head. The taller boy stroked his freckled cheek and teased his lips with a thumb, all whilst he laziky stroked his own cock, waiting for his turn.

"What's my name?" Leander asked the Slytherin.

"Uh- fucking…Prewett…"

"Fuck him harder, he's still lucid," Leander chuckled, his brown eyes meeting Garreth's and sending an unexpected shiver of arousal up his spine.

Garreth growled with lustful want, tightening the hold on Sebastian's arms and angling him down, his back arching as Garreth picked up the pace. Their combined moans were deafening and as Garreth spotted a stray tear rolling down Sebastian's cheek, he lost it. He couldn't have stopped if he'd tried, his orgasm coming so suddenly he barely had time to pull out of Sebastian before his ropes of cum spilled all over the heated skin of his back. Garreth threw his head back, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure ripped through him, cock pulsing against the brunet's soft cheeks as the last of his release dribbled from the tip.

"You're mine, Sallow."

The command was met with a tug from Leander, breaking Sebastian free from his loosened grip around his arms as he was guided backwards to the bench. Leander sat down, spinning Sebastian around to ogle the view, planting kisses on his lower back as his fingers teased his opening.

"You want more?"

"Y-yeah…"

Leander pulled the brunet down into his lap, his cock sliding into his already stretched hole with ease. Garreth made his way to the pair in a trance, running his fingers through the soft chestnut locks as he tilted his head instinctively up to him. Finally, Garreth kissed him, those sweet lips tasting of sweat, a hint of Leander but still overwhelmingly Sebastian. He gripped him tightly as Leander started to thrust up into him, the Slytherin too fucked to be able to do much himself except moan into Garreth's mouth.

Garreth steadied himself with a knee on the bench, his strong arms wrapped around Sebastian's back as he shuddered through the pounding from below. The sounds he made were so sinful; whines, gasps, expletives; an incoherent string of noise against Garreth's lips that sounded like the sweetest music, so satisfying to hear.

"Are you going to come again?" Garreth whispered.

"Uh- uhhuh…"

"Fucking hell…," Leander muttered, approaching his peak.

Garreth wiped another tear from Sebastian's eye as he kissed him again before telling him what he wanted to hear.

"Good boy."

Sebastian fell apart, pulling Leander right along with him over the edge. They collapsed backwards onto the hard wooden bench, wrenching Sebastian away from Garreth's grip as Leander continued his rhythmic pounding with the boy on top of him, writhing and overwhelmed. Sebastian gripped the wood, arms, legs, anything he could reach as his body convulsed and all Garreth could do was watch and paw at the brunet's thighs as they came down off their highs, completely awestruck.

"Fuck…s-stop…," Sebastian managed to eek out, squirming in Leander's tight grip.

Leander gave him a final thrust before pulling out, cum spilling on his legs and splattering on the floor. Sebastian could hardly move, but managed to lift himself off of Leander and into Garreth's waiting arms, head lolling onto his shoulder. He'd realise in a minute what he was doing, and the cocky brat would return, but for now Garreth enjoyed the exhausted and thoroughly ruined boy bundled in his arms.

"Slytherin might have won the match but I think I'm going to claim a Gryffindor victory," Garreth sighed, stroking Sebastian's hair.

Leander laughed and held his hand up for a high-five, the ridiculous gesture only making Garreth's grin wider.

"Thank fuck he's finally stopped talking."

#garreth weasley #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #garreth weasley x sebastian sallow x leander prewett #weaslow #sebastian sallow smut #garreth weasley smut #leander prewett smut #prewlow

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💨💀 Headcanons!

@5mary5

Okay so this is my dirty secret forbidden crack. Here there be talk about bad gas out the ass (I can't find that legendary tumblr post, but if I do I will edit this post.) Edit: As promised! No wonder I couldn't find it :( I bless old chats, thank you old chats.

Mine will be the opposite with the characters breaking the taboo with MC!

MC: Somehow they have never done this in front of anyone. Is it magic? Superhuman levels of self control? Nay, it's because they are a sheep plushie. Laughs at farts because they are pretty immature and like crude humor. So this will be their reaction!

Lucifer: Only in the sanctuary of the bathroom, but he does alone in his room or office. He has the tightest control and the stick up in there helps a bit. Even dead asleep he has ironclad hold over his sphincter. Mammon and the Anti-Lucifer League have tried to cause him to with gas causing food and drinks, but even curses, spells and hexes failed. Does he even fart or is that why he's so cranky all the time? Scolds MC for being immature and regularly chews out his brothers for being vulgar. Strings anyone up by the heels who would have the audacity to fart in front of Diavolo because it makes Diavolo lol and Barbatos looks at him like he's commit a heinous offense.

Mammon: Will hold someone down and fart on them, aka his brothers, by that I mean Levi. He would be embarrassed for letting one slip in front of MC, but when he finds out it makes them laugh and they're okay with it he's relaxes and won't worry about letting them out. Intentionally low pressure ones though and tries to be quiet about it. Will tap Luke someone else on the shoulder and say, "Guess what?" And then fart!! He fooled Luke and Little D. no. 2 with the "pull my finger" trick.

Leviathan: Rancid, third stinkiest because of his food choices and because he will hold his bowels during binge sessions and speed runs. His headphones have advanced noise cancelling now because he was having a gas attack from anxiety during an game night against MC, Diavolo and Barbatos (Because Barbatos was curbstomping him) so all of a sudden he is gifted these fancy headphones??? He doesn't connect the dots because he thought his old pair had good cancelling. When MC is hanging out with him he'll apologize only if they're audible or noticeably stinky. He thought the reason MC was laughing their ass off that fateful game night because he was so funny...

Satan: Third stinkiest. He's accustomed to being alone in his room so when he's reading in the library and wants to be left alone he will rip ass. It smells like a litter box in his room sometimes, but he blames it on Mammon's cooking rather than the cats he is able to smuggle in. He doesn't fart intentionally in front of MC, but he isn't bothered by it when he does because it's a normal bodily function so wht would he be? That's illogical.

Asmodeus: you would not catch him DEAD. He gets an upset stomach occasionally from fad dieting so he takes stomach medicine when he does, but he's an "exclusively in the bathroom" type. He will whenever he's alone though, but he resents it. He thinks his gas smells the least offensive and he's right!

Beelzebub: The stinkiest of stinkies. They have power behind them too, like gale force hurricanes (not really, but you could swear it) when he has eaten certain food. He does not hold back but he does apologize when he belches and farts.

Belphegor: Second stinkiest, silent but deadlies. No apologies, no remorse because he's lazy and his rear is just as lazy and it's a natural bodily function. He uses them to troll his brothers too, but he always gets a particular smirk when he does and they are a creeping death so if someone is observant or wary enough (like Lucifer) they will escape the room.

Diavolo: He got caught off guard by one in front of MC once and it snuck past his defenses unhindered. He almost died from embarrassment and MC almost died from trying not to laugh about it. After that he was profusely apologetic, but MC told him it was fine as they laughed and soon Diavolo was laughing with them. He's always extremely polite and socially graceful about even a stomach gurgle because he has an image (and a Barbatos who is always protecting and enforcing that image) he has trained himself to have an incredible ability to hold them in. (The chat where he had the leg cramp supports this) So when he catches a moment between public appearances or meetings to escape to the bathroom he has to make the most of the opportunity. He farts for funnies in front of Lucifer when they've been drinking because one time he did and Lucifer was so aghast by his gas that he let out a scoff-laugh of disbelief and amusement that the Devildom Prince just did that. Diavolo is hellbent on hearing that cute reaction again and uses it at unexpected moments like a ninja flashbang. With MC he feels like he doesn't have to feel the pressure to be seen as perfect and occasional fartiness (usually when Barbatos is on a kick with certain foods) is just part of him that he can be himself without fear of judgement with them about.

Barbatos: My MC would be in a long term battle of wills against anyone, but particularly Barbatos. They will not fart. He will not fart. No one has given ground in the ?(?) years they have known each other. The reason why? One time he passed gas in front of them and was so ashamed because of looking anything less than completely perfect, flawless and in control that he edited the timeline. He will go so far as to summon portals and step into pocket dimensions to fart.

Luke: Holds them and excuses himself to the bathroom because he's a polite and well mannered boy (in some ways...) and it would reflect negatively on Michael and Simeon for him to do that. If he tooted (his words) in front of MC he would be upset about being gross or uncool in front of them, but MC would reassure him everyone does and that it was kinda funny though, wasn't it? Well ;n; I guess it kinda was... never again.

Simeon: He doesn't exactly hold them back, but he doesn't exactly let them out either. These situations do call for discretion, but he gives it away even if it was overlooked because he laughs a little and apologizes every time. In front of MC it makes him embarrassed, but when he realizes they make MC laugh he's more inclined to be relaxed and might do it for funnies.

Solomon: He has a category of his own. His food may not affect him, but it does affect the smell of his farts. At PH his room smells like absolute rotten ass unless Simeon rushes and airs it out whenever Solomon leaves it because he keeps the door shut and locked and often stays in their a whole day or more. Like Leviathan he'll be busy or distracted and in flow state with his research and magic and not use the bathroom. He can go in the woods no difficulty because he has magic to assist (not like HP wizards though. The man has sensibilities and couth.) He knew MC laughs at farts by observing their reactions to others so sometimes he'll say, "Hey MC." to get their attention and then rip one and laugh with them. During routine inspections of Cocytus Hall Barbatos actually casts a spell on his nose and mouth because of the foul and despicable sham of a sorcerer's fecal particles saturate the air.

Raphael: Because he eats a variety of foods but also regularly eats Solomon's food his are a subcategory of Solomon's. He does not make an expression or reaction and noone else does either because even his farts convey threat and the danger of his rain of spears.

Mephistopheles: When he was a young Demon he was even more anxious about looking good in front of Diavolo and impressing him. He did fart in front of him once and was so mortified that he vowed to never do something so disgraceful again. Will not ever fart in front of MC.

Thirteen: THIS IS THE REASON SHE HATES SOLOMON SO MUCH. She got a severe upset stomach from his food and actually thought about 100 new death traps to murder him with. That was the only reason she didn't kill him on the spot bacause the silver lining was those 100 traps! She would sooner hide out until the extinction of all life before she would pass gas in front of MC or anyone. The number one and only who adheres to the in the bathroom!!!

These are inspired by real life! Especially Mammon and Solomon.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #obey me 13 #useless writing

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