#but that is largely because I saw so many HCs about him being the best boss one could ever have

[cerise-on-top]

I just saw your Graves with a tall reader, which I loved, so funny at times. So you know I gotta do it, can I request Graves with a short reader? Gotta boost that man's ego 💜

Glad to hear the Graves simps are enjoying my writing and want him to be doing well mentally! And I agree, sometimes you just need to make Graves happy since he, too, will notice your efforts and try to make you happy as well, even if he does it the Graves way!

Graves with a Shorter!Reader

Graves will have hit the jackpot with someone shorter than him in all honesty. As mentioned already, it’s in his blood to be bigger and stronger and scarier than his partner, which means he gets to protect them at all times. I can see him actually going for shorter people as well. While, if asked about it, he would always tell you that it’s because you have an easier time seeing just how reliable he is, in reality he just wants to feed his ego. He used to be taller than everyone else until he stopped growing, he really just wants to feel good about himself in all honesty. Every time he looks at you, he becomes aware of the height difference and sometimes the sly bastard even starts smiling about it. The bigger the height difference the better.

If he can literally tower over you, maybe trap you between him and the wall while he looks down at you, then all is good in his life. The shorter you are the better the angle at which you view him. He can toss his hair back and it will look as though he was in some series or movie with an attractive lead, in his eyes. Besides, he also gets to tilt your face so you’ll look at him when he’s talking. In all honesty, he genuinely believes he can fluster you more easily when he’s the taller one, and he genuinely just wants you to be speechless at least once in a while. Will sweet talk you while putting his fingers under your chin.

He’s also more prone to letting you be the big spoon, or lets you hold him more often in general. You being his backpack is funny to him, as mentioned before, so he will take his sweet time enjoying the feel of you being tiny. Again, if it was up to him, you’d be roughly 1,50, or something around that. That way there would, at the very least, still be 15cm between the two of you. Graves is a very touchy person in general, so don’t be surprised if he walks up to you and puts his head on top of yours, maybe even trying to put some weight of his on you as well so you can feel just how powerful he is. You’re more than welcome to try and shake him off, though. He will feign hurt, but it amuses him anyway.

Remember how I said Graves would be even more butthurt if you crack a few too many jokes about his height when you’re taller? He’d have his fun with someone who is sensitive about their height. You will constantly hear him refer to you as his little something, whether that be little sweetie, little honeypie or even his little pile of sugar. As long as he gets to emphasize you being the shorter one he’ll be happy. If you’re dysphoric about your height, then he’ll stop, but if you’re only mad because of a relatively harmless reason, you’ll never hear the end of it. Might even crack a joke such as pointing at a skittle on the ground and saying it’s almost as small as you are. The bigger your reaction, the better. Force him to sleep on the couch and he might stop for a day or two, but you can never get him to permanently stop.

Loves picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You can struggle all you want, this man can carry his own Shadows over his shoulder while they’re struggling, so you don’t really stand a chance against him. He gets all the more smug if you do struggle since he knows you won’t be able to escape him. It’s things like that where he wants to show you that he can easily overpower you, but he can easily protect you as well. Just be his lovely little partner, don’t grow too much and you have a loyal guy at your service until the end of eternity. Also, he will hold you over his head and comment on your cuteness. Graves doesn’t get cuteness aggression, but he could pretend he does and squish your cheeks whenever he feels like it.

Will pick you up and sit you down on his lap as well. Yes, he will wrap his arms around you as well and render any attempt at escaping futile. Besides, getting to hold you does reassure him quite a lot. His world is in his arms, safe and sound, and he gets to pretend he’s still a cool man. He genuinely believes you think him to be a badass, even with all the teasing and whatnot. Graves has a somewhat high opinion of himself on a good day, but you can still reassure him that he is pretty epic. You can comment on how strong he is and he’ll likely flex for you, offering you to touch his bicep. But at the end of the day, barely any of this matters, what’s important is that you wanna stay with him and feel like there’s a future ahead for you. Give him a kiss and tell him you admire him and he’ll be over the moon, regardless of whether you’re shorter or taller than him.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #I used to hate Graves before I got into CoD properly and knew who he really was but he grew on me #but that is largely because I saw so many HCs about him being the best boss one could ever have #I don't know where to fit my OC into the CoD lore in the slightest but sometimes I did have them work for Graves as a Shadow #I liked thinking about that whenever I was sad since those were usually fun things to imagine #silly Shadows with a wannabe badass boss who is actually so nice #I also always loved seeing other people's Shadow OCs since they were always so interesting #Shadow Company and stinky Graves grew on me over time #he was quite the dick in the campaign but watching the missions where you play as a Shadow were always my favorites #besides I do think I would thrive in an environment where someone would praise me the way Graves praises his workers #I've been getting more Graves requests as of late I've noticed! Lovely keep them coming! I do love and hate him!

[italoniponic]

Just the Two of Salmon(us) | Sebek Zigvolt

Synopsis: You invite Sebek for a small lunch date on the weekend over this restaurant that you came to know that serves the best salmon of the region. And, with Sebek being Sebek, hilarity obviously ensues.

Sebek Zigvolt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff, hc lore and silly crack / reader has the most difficult love rivals / 1090 words / use of “you” pronouns

Notes: I dedicate this for all Sebek stans and simps, inspired by @estcaligo ’s awesome art about the biggest rival against sebyuu: salmon! this man is a clown m-maybe i love him??? idk It’s a bit shorter than my usual scenarios but considering that it’s a simple idea and I was writing more for fun, I couldn’t extend much. I could. Believe me. You maybe had read my latest Sebek scenario, it was loooong. But I have other fics and things I need to write before my guilt hunt me down~ hope this is good enough for at least make someone smile a bit <3

Just the Two of Salmon(us)

You didn’t know how to react to that scene. While you were still on your first plate, Sebek was finishing cleaning the fifth grilled salmon dish he had ordered. You glanced at the restaurant owner who stared back at you, the two of you connecting your souls in only two thoughts: “How could Sebek eat so much and would he have enough money to pay?”

Not that you were ignorant about this fact when you invited your boyfriend to lunch on the weekend. You just assumed that he wouldn’t ask for five plates at once. But, then again, you should have seen that coming. 

All you wanted was to spend time with Sebek and rescue him from whatever meal Lilia would be making — or trying to make — at that moment in Diasomnia.

Sebek has never been more grateful. Of all humans, you were the most formidable for being able to help him in these moments of despair. When all seemed lost, you would emerge in your mortal littleness to reach out to him. 

The only guilt Sebek felt was that he needed to leave Malleus in Lilia’s culinary inept hands — but even if it  would cost him to say it out loud, he trusted Silver to take care of everything. 

Anyway, Sebek’s mind was quickly distracted when he saw the large sign of the seafood restaurant you were taking him to. That fisherman’s restaurant got the best fish in the area, among other sea species. You chose the place precisely because you heard so many good things about their salmon.

Sebek felt a little embarrassed at first when you commented that you realized how obsessed he was with salmon — your words, precisely. 

It was indeed an interesting discovery. While you were waiting for your requests, Sebek talked about how the fishing culture in the Valley of Thorns wasn’t as strong as the humans do but fishes could constitute some parts of the fae cuisine, especially in surviving training.

As a complete territory, the extension of the Fairy Briar Valley was isolated by the sea, and the Flower faes’s region had more freshwater lakes and rivers with small fish.

However, Sebek’s grandfather sometimes personally went fishing for salmon in the sea and would bring it when he returned from these kinds of occasional trips.

Old Thoth Zigvolt used to only bring salmon for his daughter, in a way to get a little closer to her — though he was still stubborn about not approving of her marrying a human. But when little Sebek was delighted to taste a grilled salmon dish made from the fish caught by his grandfather, he started doing it for the bright smile his grandson would give him.

Since then, both Thoth and Sebek’s older siblings started taking him to salmon fishing. On the occasions when the grandfather couldn’t go, Osiris and Serket went to explore the shores of the sea and some nearby rivers with their little brother. 

So much so that salmon carpaccio became his favorite food.

“It reminds me of home,” was Sebek’s usual comment on the subject.

These words were finished by a big smile, whose white teeth shone like lightning in the dark night. It was the same smile Sebek had on his face as he wiped his lips with the napkin. More than satisfied, he was completely, genuinely happy.

You put your fork aside for a moment, sighing but smiling too. He was so adorable. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any crumbs on my face?,” Sebek asked, passing the napkin in his mouth once again.

“No. It’s just... I'm glad to see you seem to be having fun.”

“And how could I not? Salmon is such a wonderful fish and the chef here is to be congratulated. The cooking point, the seasoning, the preparation, the presentation... I would not be ashamed to invite the Young Master to come and feast on such good food. And that’s a lot considering they’re humans and the Young Master is used to the finest cuisine in the royal palace. However! These salmon are tender, practically melt in the mouth. My taste buds feel blessed!”

“I’m happy to hear that, really,” you laughed. “Is it okay if we go now? We still have a few more things to do.”

Sebek nodded and you called the waiter to ask for the bill. To your surprise — and all the employees’ too — your boyfriend had enough money to cover his share.

But Sebek still went on to talk about how nutritious salmon was, the quality of the fish was second to none and that next time they should invite Malleus to lunch there.

“But then it wouldn’t be a date,” you tried to argue. “Like... you know, a date between the two of us.”

“I understand. But after you have revealed to me this restaurant that serves the best salmon on the island, it is my duty to ensure that the Young Master is also graced with this knowledge and... w-why are you looking at me like this now?”

You stared deadpan at Sebek. 

“Can I ask you a question and you will answer it sincerely?”

The half-fae didn’t understand at first, however, given your gaze, he agreed in the same way.

“Imagine a hypothetical scenario: near a strong river stream, someone is burning salmon on the grill while me and Malleus are drowning in the river. Who will you save first?,” you launched the challenge.

“Well, of course I save…”

Sebek stopped in mid-sentence. He held his chin for a moment, thinking about the possibilities and scenarios. As the minutes ticked by, Sebek grew increasingly desperate in his internal questioning, reassessing priorities and urgencies. His expression went into such agony that your brief impatience turned to pity.

And pity, inevitably, turned out to be amusement. You laughed softly and touched Sebek’s shoulder affectionately to relieve his stress — you could see the storm that was his thoughts.

“Nevermind. Part of me knows it would be even harder if I included your mom and Lilia in the middle of it,” you said, taking his hand and continuing on the walk back to school.

“I'm sorry I failed your test, dear. I must get stronger to make better decisions in less time!,” Sebek proclaimed, determination in his eyes.

You smiled, always charmed by his inexhaustible energy. One thing quite clear was that Sebek had only three things he valued more than anything in life: you, Malleus, and salmon.

You just gave up asking in what order.

Special notes: Sebek's heart is big enough to squish the three of them inside, that's my theory.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #fluff with more comedy #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

[hajihiko]

Hello! saw you were doing angst hc's, so whenever you have the time, may I ask for some Akane ones? shes my favourite srd2 chara and I utterly adore how you draw her :]

Yesss. But shes a tragic bitch so be warned alright

(hey! I drafted this ages ago but it disappeared, somehow it's back!)

She didn't super want to go to HPA, but being able to earn enough to support her huge family was way more important than what she felt like. Being the Honour Student of her family is a huge weight though and it's only because she doesn't like think about it that she doesn't stress about it.

Her authority figures have been so goddamn garbage that she was wary of almost all the teachers, in her own seemingly chill way

Akane and Hiko are climbing enthusiast buddies! Akane because (canon) climbing means easier escape from people who wanna hurt her, and it's impossible to catch her once she gets good at it.

Once she gets real close and friendly with her class / the Survivors, she lets them serve themselves food first. She did the same with her little siblings. But if you're not that close with her she's real defensive about food.

Used to do that thing where she smuggles food into her room and hides it, in case she ever needs to scrounge again. Unfortunately it got stinky after a bit, but Teru helped her choose the best non-perishables.

Holds the record for Youngest To See A Dead Person.

Someone- dont remember who- said that she has her extremely good Danger Sense because she had to learn real fast to tell who wanted to help her and who wanted to hurt her. She can't always tell when people are being mean, because who cares, but her gut feeling is amazing at letting her know if someone's about to put her or hers in danger.

She likes fighting, genuinely, like she just thinks it's fun and makes sense. But also, she likes the idea of being an amazing fighter because she likes thinking no one can fuck with her.

This is why ghosts are scary. Can't beat them! Can't fight them at all. Also they just are, especially when you're a kid in a house with weird noises and no lights and no adults to help you sleep.

She was surprised when she and Nekomaru were doing their thing, and she told him to back off / not touch her, and he just. Did? Immediately? And apologized even? Even though he could easily overpower her at that time. Nekomaru is very large and very strong but very kind and gentle and it's confusing but like in a good way.

It's really hard for her to realize how messed up her childhood was. She got so good at Not Thinking About It, and now it's hard to break that habit, nevermind to confront the fact that every available person in her whole life failed her.

That said, she wouldn't take anyone else getting harassed lightly. It's just not a big deal that it happened to *her*, because well, she's so strong and only got stronger! And she's fine now see? So it's no big deal! <- not true, but how she thinks.

She's skipped so many things other people consider basic, like celebrating holidays or having a boyfriend/girlfriend or shopping for school supplies, etc. She's got a lot of practical skills though, but she mostly didn't have a choice with those.

She never really developed much of a fashion sense until much later in life, until then she just dressed how her mom would dress them both (or ... Other men). Turns out she likes athleisure wear and has a much more mature way of dressing than you'd think (like the prom pics!)

#Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday #TalkyTalky #Akane

[hchollym]

The hc of Percy being a spy has always been so interesting to me because everyone always goes about it in a different way.

Sometimes it’s him not believe Voldemort is back at first and then joining another group to help muggleborns while he’s at the Ministry.

Sometimes it’s that Dumbledore asked him and the fight with his family, on his side at least, was fake.

Sometimes it’s him and Arthur both knowing the fight is fake but no one else does.

I personally like it best when either A. The fight is real, somehow Percy learns the truth later on and he helps but it’s not with the Order. (Because let’s face it Everyone knew who was in it pretty much, not the best for spy work unless your double sided and then double double sided (Snape I’m looking at you)

I can see many people forming small to large groups and Percy joining one of those and helping as many as he can. Working from the inside out. Trying his best to keep the wizarding world running while helping those who are especially affected by the war. (Because people never understand just how important it is to keep up on those little things still but Percy Weasley does)

Or maybe he is asked to spy and told its best to not tell his family. But the fight wasn’t supposed to happen. (Oh the angst that can be found there, Percy hurt and angry and still trying to protect his family but still means every word he said in that fight because it was real)

There’s just so much potential when it comes to spy Percy Weasley.

It's definitely an interesting topic, and since JKR left it unexplored, there's a ton of different ways that people can headcanon it! 😄

I’ve talked about this before here, here, and here. I personally think Percy didn't believe Dumbledore at first, but once he realized his mistake, he started helping muggle-borns as much as possible through his own actions (i.e. forging documents) and through Aberforth (see the posts linked above). 

I think it's possible that Percy worked with a different, smaller group than the Order, but I just personally tend to think that he wouldn't risk it, because by then, he would have been extremely cautious about who he trusted (he is committing treason, after all). We know that he had some sort of connection with Aberforth, so I think he was the most realistic person for Percy to work with. 

Aberforth was a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First Wizarding War, and he was basically a reluctant Order member in the Second Wizarding War - not super thrilled or passionate about participating, but he knew it was necessary (hence his help to the students at Hogwarts through the hidden passageway). He knew how to get information to the necessary people of the resistance (to warn about raids, tell them the battle was starting, etc.), but he also knew how to fly under the radar and keep his mouth shut (about Percy's allegiance and who his source was). 

Plus, even though Aberforth was Albus' brother, he certainly didn't worship the man like a lot of other people, and he wouldn’t have held Percy’s past mistakes against him, because he didn’t care enough to get involved in personal drama, so I think it makes sense for Percy to feel the most comfortable trusting him. 

I personally don't tend to believe that Percy was a spy before he left his family - I just don't think that Dumbledore would have trusted his loyalty enough for that. The only way I can really see Percy being a spy before the fight happened is if one of my dark headcanons was true, but I'm going to put that under the cut due to trigger warnings for rape & torture.  

Regardless of how it happened, there is so much potential with Spy Percy, and it makes so much sense in canon. I just love it! ❤️

Thanks for the comment! 😊

Trigger Warnings For the Rest of This Post: Rape & Torture

So this is definitely one of my darker headcanons, but I can't help but feel like Barty Jr. saw Percy working for his father and used that opportunity to hurt him. 

We know that Barty hated his father (for legitimate reasons), but then Percy came along - a young man practically worshipping Barty Sr. and kissing his arse - and Barty immediately wanted to break him to punish his father (in a weird ‘I stole your new toy’ kind of way).  

We also know that Barty was breaking free from the Imperius Curse, and we know that Percy spent plenty of time working, so Barty would have had the opportunity to get to him at some point. I think he used the Cruciatus Curse on Percy and raped him (as sexual torture), but Percy was too embarrassed and traumatized to ever tell anyone. 

It’s like how so many men won't ever report sexual abuse; I think Percy blamed himself for not being stronger and ultimately internalized a lot of self-hatred and disgust. He probably intended to take that secret to his grave while also trying to ignore it & pretend it never happened. His mental health was definitely not great, to put it mildly (which I think contributed to the argument and Percy’s desperation for Dumbledore to be lying, because the truth meant having to face his worst memory, and he wasn’t prepared to do that). 

It’s possible that he didn’t even know who Barty was, but it’s also possible that he found out and Mr. Crouch manipulated him into keeping it a secret, preying on Percy’s hero worship and his inability to cope with that trauma. 

Either way, I think if Dumbledore figured that out from using Legilimency on Barty Jr. (when they captured him after the Triwizard Tournament), then he would absolutely use that to manipulate Percy into being a spy so that he could take down other Death Eaters like Barty. 

And if that happened, I think Percy would very likely push his family away for their own good (i.e. through “The Argument”), because he knew he was going down a dangerous, self-destructive path, but that was the point. 

#ask me #anon ask #percy weasley #spy percy weasley #spy percy #tw: rape and torture #only under the cut though #percy weasley defense squad #my thoughts #my headcanons #hp #unpopular opinion #dark headcanon

[battlekilt]

For the deep fic asks! 4 & 9 :)

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

Well, I actually go back and re-read sections of Our Little Troopers, the WIP whose snippets and HCs have so far been met with some relative enthusiasm. But, mostly, I try to do more writing for any of my WIPs... especially that one. Since OLT was created on a whim, purely out of a desire to play with the many headcanons and small-child characterizations I created for my larger AU.

9. what's your writing process like?

*rubs hands together* Oh, this one is REALLY interesting, imho, not because it is me... but because of how my experience has brought me there. My writing process has really become what it is because each process variance was created specifically to address a kind of writing problem. I'll share the process for the two WIPS: Rexx and Lil'Troopers.

Cut for length. I used to tutor and came from an educator's family, so... going light on explaining things is just not in my paradigm.

Want to get to the fun part, but world-building and backstory...

For Rexx I have solved this with multiple methods. Firstly, the story is told in two linear points-in-time. The first part, all my odd-number segments, start when Rex is in his third cycle, so the developmental stage of a six-year-old. Even-segments start in the month and a half before Umbara—this is the present segments. For what I've written so far, Even segments move slowly, time-wise. This is because I am showing a lot of Rex's world as a "day in the life of." It shows the present man that he is, the leader that he is. It shows the warm, comical military humor the boys share. In front of others because the only private moments I've given have been Rex and Ahsoka and Rex and Cody, don't even away his "ships," because they aren't the focus ATM. It is my attempt to establish, "This is Captain Rex. The same man you saw on screen, never loss any of his capabilities." Just because when my so-called "Big Revelation" happens, I know that some people are going to create an issue that this must SOMEHOW to lessen him. Past, though, chose the relationships in his life that truly do shape what he becomes. It tells the backstories of many (right now, mostly Rex, Fox, and Colt.) So, I start with evaluating my strength & weaknesses as a writer, the big issues and goals of the story, and I find a way to compromise that. With Lil'Troopers, I started right with... "Clones are now babies." Provide no explanation, no context—originally, I had no intention of there being a "why did this happen," I just didn't want to get lost in the possibilities. But, as stories do, it often reveals itself to you along the way, especially with big things. I leave the exposition to the moments, especially character talking back and forth. This is one of the biggest means I have of the remaining natborns sharing what they knew about the Clones.

FANON vs CANON vs MYNON

Ask my friends, I have a notorious dislike of common fanon, particularly fanon that is presented so consistently and across the board that it is disguised as canon. I seek them out, smash them, and pick up only the pieces I like.

An awareness of what is Fanon or Canon is, in my opinion, incredibly important to a "thick writer." especially someone who is trying to create world-building.

DIALOGUE:

Can be incredibly difficult and overwhelming. Dialogue is honestly the largest backbone for storytelling. Dialogue is something I can really be good at, my hard part is... if I am not careful, I get caught up in the narrative details. So, what I have done lately is started to write it as a script, defining only the details that seem to be VERY exact in my head. There has been one large conversation where I didn't worry about who said what most of the time. After the bulk of the dialogue was written, it revealed itself to me based on the flow and the best likely character. Never afraid to change how it is written to suit the character.

Starting to Proof: In the past, I've discovered "oh wow, absolutely not" when I've gone back to read people segments of something. So, one of my recent starter methods if Word Doc's "Read Out Loud." If I see a challenging sentence, I will color it right red. If the dialogue goes real fast, and I need to visualize who said what, I'll color them. i.e. orange for Cody and different blues for Obi-Wan and Rex.

Purposefully allow dialogue to have correct grammar. People who speak with perfectly polished grammar come off as artificial and tend to imply what the reader will perceive as 'upper class,' and so will characters, too. It deprives an opportunity to show some of the cultural-isms of the different characters.

i.e. My Clones say, "Gonna, Ya, Yessir, Don'," to show their casualness, especially with those they show any of that with. Why? Because when the Clones are around natborns they don't know, most of them use much more proper, uniform enunciation as a reflection of their proper soldier.

It also returns back to one of my recurring themes: The Clones are VERY private about themselves, who they are, and hide a lot of things from even their most trusted Jedi. An entire scene opens up with Ahsoka challenging Rex's "dumbing down" himself, even though if he gets excited in a nerd convo with Cody or Obi-Wan, he can be rather erudite himself. Getting Rex to share his favorite non-combat "school" subject is like pulling teeth. His childhood was QUITE rough, even by Clone standards, and when asked, he says Kamino was boring for them. The Clones have a code of conduct of what you share with others, what you don't—and most of the "secret life of Clones" is just that... it is SECRET. Those who thought they had earned the Clones' trust have to realize that... they have, just not with everything—they have to respect this, too, be humble, and realize how lucky they are IF they earn a Clone's trust.

All this... hinted at with the way they speak around each other, the Jedi they are friendly with, and those... they come to open up to slowly.

My story is mostly a focus on their Culture. I describe them as:

"A recent people with a recent culture, the Clones, had a finite date of extinction that was far closer than Obi-Wan was comfortable with. The Clones came into being not like fire or even a flare. Instead, they and their little world, their little culture, came into existence like a flash-bang: blinding out of nowhere that will not burn out or fade, and instead go simply blink back into the dark. Though they may burn the eyes with their intensity, the instinct to look away, to blink, it would be in that singular second when the Clones existed, and then were gone. Obi-Wan knew that as much it may hurt, as much as it may leave its burns, he had to keep his eyes open... just to see this beautifully complex people exist in their short time. How blind he had already been. If that wasn't a reason to grieve, then the realization that he had to start now and practice to perfect the art of grief well in advance because he knew... his heart would be broken, his skin left boneless... all for the remorse of how much had been taken from the Galaxy when these men were gone.

I work to emphasize that they are not Mandalorian, that they do not see themselves as Mandalorian, and in some ways... they take insult to some people's existence that they must BE Mandalorian. To them, no, they aren't. They are influenced by it, they know some pieces of it, there are even variable uses of the language.

But in the same way that the Clones have their own concept of gender, Clonehood, spirituality, brotherhood... they have their own everything. Their kama meant something a little differently to them than they meant to the Mandalorians trainers who introduced it. They have startling colloquialism:

"I don't wear the skirt in this relationship," Wolffe said with a crooked smirk across his crooked face.

Is this a play on the reference to "Pants in the relationship?" Yes. Because to the Clones, the ARCs are the powerhouse of their army. The boss wears the skirt—cue, several mocking Cody for refusing to wear his, Cody demanding to know why they don't pick on Gree or Neyo like that, and many reminding him that he is much more fun to pick on—so in a relationship, the boss "wears the skirt.

A LOT of this would not be possible without just creating flaws in their dialogue, being okay with not knowing WHAT something may mean — yet.

Write down "it came to me" dialogue, which happens to me frequently. I have an early and important conversation between Ahsoka and Rex, where Ahsoka pretty much has a very polite but thoughtful rant about the big above-mentioned conversation because it takes place between two Admirals and something like... 6-9 Jedi Generals (I'd have to go back and count), and they were discussing very private matters concerning THE CLONES. It was about judgment, self-agency, ideas of consent... She noticed how this went on, hot heated, got personal, was also hypotheticals and intellectual debates... but the poignant part to her was this:

For nearly every General present, there was at least ONE Clone who stood at a casual parade rest, helmet on, and outwardly... they were silent. What the reader would know at that point, is for the most part, the Clones were silent in their private HUB-COMMs. They cracked some jokes, hushed a newly elevated CC who tried to use Bly as a joke, but the others silenced him because you don't talk about that stuff on airways, even if it is supposed to be secure. (The Implication is the irony.)

I knew I would have to get the conversation on the subject of Clones in relationships with "High Ranking Officers" because the Jedi don't specifically want to admit their Generals, as it would then become about their Code and not... "what is best for the Clones." (I still haven't gotten to adding that in there.)

But, dialogue between Ahsoka and Rex finally came to me. I jotted it down. I still need to add it to the pre-existing written word.

That's my other thing: my process is not to publish chapters as I go. Instead, I hold on to them and work towards a certain "completed point," which then I'll start to release them over time. I cannot count the number of times I have gone back and changed things, gotten a new inspiration for details. The new dialogue between Rex and Ahsoka? Gave me the inspiration to clarify and specify the concept of generational or large-grouping dialects among the Clones:

“Exactly. For example: Cody’s particular batch… most of them say their numbers like: Twenty-two, Twenty-four. Words are clearly enunciated with a brief pause between each ten's group—spoken like a silent dash. The second digit, in his tens, has a softer sound—it could be expressed as a lower case. Whereas, Commandos enunciate both digits with a hard start—Thirty-Six—like it is uppercase. Their groups are said with longer pauses between the Tens, so imagine it expressed with a long dash—Thirty-Six—Thirty-Six. [ ... ] “You… say ‘Seventy-five Sixty-seven’ like Commander Cody… and you switched between longer and shorter expressions of your zeros.” Rex hum-huffed bemusedly, as though distracted, “Must have just picked it up somewhere.”

This adds to the story: 1. Nuance for the Clones to show their inner diversity that only those who really observe them notice. 2. What a freaking nerd Cody is. 3. That Rex... is consistent because of his unique background.

Had I published all this along the way, I wouldn't be able to go back and add it. I wouldn't be able to clean up any previous examples that may already exist, at least not without risking that those who have already read up to then... will miss it. It is unlikely I will get many to go back and re-read.

For those who wonder, I use [ ] to mark "Fill in with actual narrative or do something as an author."

My #1 advice for dialogue...

Speak to yourself out loud. Get the hang of the natural flow you are looking for. Yes, speak for the characters, do it outloud. If it feels right, do it again. Start to jot down notes.

My #2 advice:

Don't have all the answers. You, the writer, are also along for the ride. Things that need to be defined will come to you in time, and if they don't... let it HANG. Life is often unexplainable, and as much as readers hate plot-holes, sometimes plot-holes are actually... Forbidden Forests in the plot.

How is ALL this process? It shows why I do certain things, how I flow from one to another.

#kilt's brain #bucket's infodump #chocmarss #bucket's brain

[marcnutz]

Hi love your writing can i request hcs of how mcyts would react to a demon s/o also she/her prounouns can you make it nsfw if you want to ofc- :)

Hi! i dont write for female reader / she/her pronouns so i kept it gender neutral where the demon has both a penis and vagina, cause why not.

Also this is my first time doing hcs so this will be fun! I wrote for the mcyts i watch the most, but if you'd like me to add more lmk! Going forward if I do hcs this will be the basic lineup unless specified differently. I'll aim for 5-10 points per person :)

18+ MINORS DNI

Masterlist and Info

Tags: Dream; George; Sapnap; Punz HCs, Demon!Reader, Reader has two sets of genitalia, Temperature Play, Size Difference, Blood Kink,

Dream:

The least bothered by your demon form.

He found the fact that you were the same height as him to be a bigger turn-on than he first anticipated.

Your size made standing sex VERY easy.

Your demon body gives him many new places for him to hold and pull.

Him pushing your face into the wall, pounding into you as hard as he can. Your tail flicks his thigh a little too hard and leaves a small cut. You hear him grow behind you as he grips onto it and pulls. You hadn't known how sensitive your tail was until now, and you stored this newfound information in the back of your head for later use.

Your large horns make for good handholds during doggy style, another one of his favorites.

Will not complain if your sharp nails leave red and bloodied streaks down his back, and will make you lick up every drop of blood that leaks from his shoulder when you bite down too hard.

George:

Your large frame made him nervous to start.

Refused to take your dick at first, too scared that it wouldn't fit or that the ribbing would scratch him.

Being inside your pussy was the best feeling, however. It was warmer than it should be, and it felt like it would pull his dick deeper and deeper, milking him for every drop he had.

He loves it when you ride him. He like watching his cock, disappear into you, and he loved the weight of you on top of him.

Delving deeper into this, he loves when you ride his face. He eats your pussy out, cum soaking his chin and chest. Your dick rests against his forehead as he reaches up to stroke your cock, loving the feeling of your base growing in his hand as you get closer to your release.

You use your tail to gently stroke his cock during this position, being extra careful not to cut him. The danger of this turns him on even more.

Sapnap:

The first thing he thinks about when he sees you is getting a piece of your ass. Every part of your body is a HUGE turn-on to him.

He wasn't quite sure what to expect when he pulled your pants down, but he didn't care. When he saw you had both you could've sworn he almost died of excitement.

May or may not have been a little jealous that your cock was bigger than his.

Like George, taking your cock intimidates him at first, but he loves to give you blow jobs. The slight burning feeling as his lips struggles to fit you in his mouth only sends more waves of pleasure through his body.

Whether he tops of bottoms is entirely dependent on whether he's feeling dominant or submissive that day. More dominant? He's filling your pussy up with so much cum it'll be spilling out of you for hours. Submissive? He's riding your dick, crying and begging for you to tell him he's a good boy and a whore at the same time.

Likes it when you bite into his thigh, feels like the marks from your fangs are like brands that claim him as yours.

One time he asked if you could fuck him with your horns. You said no.

Punz:

The most off-put by your demon appearance. Took him a while to warm up to it.

Once he did though? He's all up in that pussy and ass.

Eating you out while pulling on your tail? Hot.

Not super into your cock, most he's willing to do is give you a handjob. But that's fine.

Don't think you're going to overpower him just because you're bigger than him and an immortal being. You're getting on your knees and worshiping him.

One time you bit him too hard so he put a muzzle on you. Something about tieing up and using someone so much stronger than himself is such a turn-on for Punz. Chains around your wrist to keep you from scratching him. Tail tied to a post so it doesn't knick him.

Not that he isn't into pain. But he's more of an inflictor than a receiver.

"Now now. Don't think you'd get away with cutting me with your tail. Lay on your stomach, you're getting a taste of your own medicine."

#dream smut #sapnap smut #george smut #punz smut #quackity smut #dream x reader smut #sapnap x reader smut #george x reader smut #punz x reader smut #quackity x reader smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt x reader smut #dream smp smut #dsmp x reader smut #hc #h knee #request #s thoughts #d thoughts #g thoughts #q thoughts #p thoughts #i had a lot of fun with these hc! i wanna do more soon :) ty for the request! #:) anon

[leggerefiore]

Yandere submas boys got my heart thumping! Can we get Mafia! Boys headcannons or even fic if you like! Any content you make amazes me, the way you write them makes them come to life (kinda scary but I'm totally into it). Thank you!

▲Subway Bosses Mafia AU HCs▽

cw: prostitution, torture, criminal activity, murder, trafficking mentions, all kinds of lovely things, sort of dark, please take caution

● They somehow manage to both juggle their criminal undertaking while also maintaining a public transport system. It truthfully is a sight to behold until you realise said transport system is being used in their underground activities. It's terribly gloomy when an uninvolved party wanders into the unused, private parts of the subway and meets with a grizzly sight.

● Ingo handles more of the negotiating involved with other syndicates. He's a smooth talker and tough compromise. There are many times a competing leader leaves his office losing more than he'll gain, yet believing the opposite. Most new recruits are also examined by him personally. He's particular, and not any wannabe gangster can join his organisation. They're blindfolded and sat in his office if they're being 'recommended' by a member. There's no forewarning to this, so all they know is a feared crime boss is chatting with them about their preferred pokemon type. It's a terrifying experience.

● They'll be sent on a basic testing mission or be released if Ingo deems them unworthy. Of course, if they saw something they shouldn't have, then they'll have their life threatened casually. Usually, that alone is enough to keep them quiet, but should it not then… Ingo is willing to provide evidence for his actions. There is little kindness provided by him. People who pass are initiated into the syndicate into smaller groups. Everyone has their place, and not all of them are necessarily under him. No one enjoys being placed under Emmet. Ingo deals with the contraband distribution and hits. These things are easily organised by him in between his paperwork for both the subway and the organisation.

● Rarely, he handles these things himself. Often it's for training a new recruit and seeing how they handle themselves, but sometimes it's because he doesn't trust his underlings to do it for him. Many enemies of the gang met their end by Ingo's hand personally. A blade shoved into their heart from behind, not a single step heard in approach. He doesn't prefer firearms, they are much too loud and obnoxious for his tastes. (Like his talking voice isn't actually a yell.) It's personal, and he tells them what they did to wrong him as he twists the blade for more damage before removing it entirely. The twin walks away as the person lies dying on the ground, desperately trying to stop the waterfall of blood.

○ Emmet handles the more uncomfortable side of things… Actions are what he does best, so trafficking of any sort falls onto him alongside torture. Ingo is polite enough to kill his prey immediately, Emmet prefers to watch the squirm under his heel. His smile haunts many nightmares of those who dared to slight the organisation. People who meet with him rarely return in one piece, be it mentally or physically. He's brutal and silent. A word is never spoken, all I preformed with a large grin splitting his face.

○ Torture is along and arduous and usually only reserved for the worst of the worst toward his group. This doesn't mean he's kind to others, he's just as bad. He engages in both physical and mental torture. The physical is gruesome and bloody. Limbs will be lost, slices are most painful with surgical precision. He loves to sight of blood, it quickly becomes an addiction. The psychological abuse they face is arguably worse, the white room torture. A form a sensory deprivation so intense, only being within it for a few hours are being placed within the room. Emmet loves to hear their cries and pleas. (Ingo acknowledges how bad his brother has gotten, but refuses to acutely stop him.)

○ Trafficking unfortunately includes human. Emmet has a specific category of underlings known as 'maids'. These are unfortunate people put through prostitution and trained to kill opponents through the moment of weakness it provides. The younger twin also engages in organ trafficking, and there is an entire sterile facility dedicated to it. They do have high-end clients, after all. If Emmet had decided to end your life by his hand, please consider taking your own instead. There is nothing worse than the way a spider may play with its prey. The more gruesome, gory side is Emmet's speciality. This is why no one wants to be in his division.

● Both are terrifyingly good at holding their normal personas as they interact with normal people as Subway Bosses. Most people don't have a clue about the absolutely horrid things the brothers are engaged it, and the few that do know to keep their mouth shut. Trainers battle them, unaware of the fact that they killed a man that very same afternoon. You would think someone would go mad from the aggressive, sudden shift in realities, but they adore it. A temporary respite from their grizzly duties to have a faux sense of normalcy.

○ Nimbasa police are under their command, so it's useless to attempt help from authorities. It's disappointing how many have gone to them only to end up worse than when they started. Tattling never ends well. (When they have been sent on a training test mission by that strange criminal, their mind immediately rushed to how they were going to alert the police to such things happening within the subway. The cops nodded at their claim when they rushed in the station and took them into an interview room. Finally, they were safe from that hell. Blood turned glacial within veins as a man wearing a mask sat down across from him. His coat so similar to the one currently haunting the depths of their thoughts.)

● Elesa is a member, too. The highest rank of admin allowed and basically a third boss sporadically. She prefers not to handle Emmet's side of things, yet will add expertise for what the maids should wear for any given event. The model helps Ingo with negotiating and connection building, usually. She can give out orders, so when she tells someone to do something, they immediately do it. No one wants to gain her displeasure, as the twins will make sure you know to respect her as you would them.

○ They never wanted to involve themselves in the organisation, yet a desperate moment found itself forcing them into it. The previous boss was a terrifying, brutal man who taught them everything they needed to know. The man knew from the very second his eyes met the nervous teenagers who dreamed of being conductors that they could do so much more after he passed. They needed funds gravely in order to afford living in the city. Working at the station didn't pay as much as they needed, and eventually the organisation found them. Emmet was who agreed first after seeing his brother's ribs peak out from lack of proper meals. Ingo soon followed, only to protect his brother. The boss was happy to view them as sons of his own.

● So, when they decided to usurp him by end his life, he couldn't be more proud. The timid, mild-mannered boys he took under his wing has finally achieved the sense of ruthlessness needed to send his gang to the highest of heights. The brothers truly did, too. Perhaps there was a lingering kinship to the man who had ruined their lives to actually grant his wish. The few who remained from the previous boss's reign certainly believed so. Moments in which they exude pure and utter cruelty remind them dearly of the departed man.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #mafia au #i have an idea for another fic but idk when ill have the time to write it

[darkmulti]

I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

#non con #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut

[lunaastoir]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok! 

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it. 

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief. 

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you. 

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself. 

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?” 

“no.” 

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke. 

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them. 

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret. 

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were. 

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor. 

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp 

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself. 

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it. 

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc 

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts 

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair 

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up 

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance 

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing 

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you 

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious 

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead 

he loves that people are noticing your talent 

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile. 

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you. 

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face. 

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him. 

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them. 

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest. 

turning to the door, he knocked once. 

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm. 

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace. 

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes. 

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again. 

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine. 

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the “unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!” 

he would deal with this person later. 

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows 

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king??? 

ok kinda creepy! alert 

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe 

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out 

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him 

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging 

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you 

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself. 

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body. 

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?” 

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore. 

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok. 

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands. 

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head” 

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold. 

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave. 

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages. 

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability. 

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future. 

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly. 

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly. 

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted. 

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[mcyt-imagines]

hi! love your writing! could you possibly do dating headcannons for technoblade?! possibly including some kissing/cuddling :)

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’m finally on break so I’ll be posting a little more frequently for now! Also I got very carried away with this one,,,, um,,, it’s almost 4,000 words long,,, can you tell Techno is my comfort streamer?? And gender-neutral pronouns as usual! (Edit: This is C!Techno btw, didn’t think I needed to point that out seeing as we all know the actual streamer is not a bloodthirsty half-piglin man but I just got an angry anon in my ask box, so I’m specifying.))

Dating C!Technoblade HCs

Techno being half piglin shares their obsession with gold, and in turn, likes to gift you gold as often as he can. Usually, in the form of jewellery that matches his own, he even gifts you a ‘friendship’ emerald, embedded in a choker you wear most days. And of course, if you ask for it, he makes sure to acquire a crown for you to match his own. As a man who forges his own weapons, he is aware of the process of smelting and sure, he could make the jewellery himself but he’s not very crafty with his hands. Dealing with the small potion vials he uses to brew is difficult enough for his large hands, let alone something as finicky and delicate as jewellery. But when he’d asked you to make your relationship ‘official’ per se, he did persevere and make a ring for you, he ended up making several and scrapping too many he didn’t think were good enough. This continued until Phil had to intervene telling him that if he wasn’t gonna hurry up and ask you he was gonna do it for him, mortified at the thought Techno buckled down and despite the ring’s faults, which were only obvious to him, he gave it to you. You adored it of course, and then he told you he had made it, and it only made you love it more. Techno had underestimated how he would feel when he finally saw you wearing it, he almost killed Phil. The two had been sparring outside in the snow when you had come riding up from the nearby forest, the ring on your finger glinting against the early morning sun and stunning him. Him blindly thrusting his sword forward, head completely turned to you as you approached. Only turning away when he noticed your horrified expression. Thankfully Phil was fine, but you were banned from flashing anything too shiny whenever you came to visit. Techno never heard the end of it from Phil and yourself, however, teasing him for it whenever you had the time.

Techno is a man of few words, for the most part. His love language leans closer to physical touch and acts of service. This man craves your touch, you can hold him so gently in your small hands and he can hardly describe the feeling that washes over him. He wonders if he feels contentment, or if he just feels whole for once. The latter terrifies him because he has no idea what he’s going to do if he ever loses you. That’s a lie. He knows what will happen. The voices will finally win, and it’ll be over. He’ll be lost in the consciousness of a mind that was never truly his own, to begin with. But when you hold him he forgets about all of it, his mind feels clear and quiet. Even if it's just for a few minutes he cherishes those moments, holding you tightly to his chest and simply letting himself breathe. You are his rock, undoubtedly. And now that he’s lived without you for so long, he never intends on letting you go.

Techno’s favourite way to cuddle with you is when you’re both lying on the couch, you draped over him, head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll read to you and sometimes you’ll lie with him for hours, begging him to take a break for once. Even Phil can’t pull him away from his work on his worst days, but you never fail to tempt him with warm cuddles by the fire. Another one of his favourites has to be when every blue moon you wake up before him, he’s quite a light sleeper so once you stir, he’ll wake too. But if you manage to remain undetected and get downstairs he will groggily trudge down the ladder, shirtless and hair an absolute tangled mess. Without a word he will simply wrap his arms around you, pulling your back tightly against his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck all whilst grumbling that you left him alone to wake up. You will always giggle and apologise with soft kisses and a steaming cup of coffee, of course, he begrudgingly forgives you. Those slow morning cuddles as you cook are some of his favourites. When you desperately try to scoot around the small kitchen to stop the eggs from burning and he merely holds you tighter, strength easily holding you back as you whine out complaints as he chuckles against your neck.

Techno is such a sucker for you whenever you kiss his scars. He has a few on his hands that you will always target if you ever feel if he is getting quiet or distant. Your lips on his skin always pull his spiralling thoughts back to the present, back to you. Whenever he starts to feel less than human you practically drag the man to your shared bedroom to remind him of how human he is. Sometimes Techno will tell you the tales behind the scars you pay particular attention to, others he won’t, you focus on those the most. Doing your best to lighten the dark clouds that plague him on his worst days.

Techno isn’t one for a lot of PDA, content to hold your hand and occasionally kiss your forehead. However, if he ever feels threatened by any of the other members of the SMP he is likely to hold you close and glare down anyone who dares look your way. But Techno isn’t intimidated by anyone at the moment, meaning he has no reason to act particularly possessive whilst you’re out. This man adores your hands, he loves watching how small they look in his own. He’ll kiss along your knuckles, especially if you’re wearing the ring he gave you, he’ll murmur a soft, ‘Looking gorgeous your majesty.’ Just to watch the way you smile brightly at him when he does, almost always leaning forward to meet his lips with your own.

Techno is plagued by the memories of his past, the voices a constant reminder of this. He can handle them during the day, but it’s at night when he’s most vulnerable to them. The first time Techno wakes from a night terror you are practically thrown out of the bed as he violently jerks around. Which instantly sets you on alert, Techno sleeps like a rock usually. It’s only when you manage to stand up that you can see him, his body is caked in sweat, strands of his long hair sticking to his skin, the sheets are even damp from it. ‘Techno.’ You try to wake him, knowing he’s a light sleeper. But that doesn’t work. Eventually, you cautiously climb back into bed, tenderly holding his face in your hands, noticing tears slipping down his cheeks as he practically trembles. ‘Techno.’ You call his name again, nothing. ‘Techno!’ He shoots up, sending you flying backwards again in case he threw a punch with him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out. You’ve never seen him look so terrified before, he scans the room, eyes darting every which way until his eyes finally land on you. ‘A-Are you okay?’ You probe, the tears start again, but they are silent and run quick down his cheeks. His breathing is shallow and quick as his eyes seem to lose focus, looking straight through you. You move closer to him, ‘Hey, hey.’ You coo, unsure what the hell is going on because of course, Techno wasn’t going to tell you he has night terrors. You take his face in your hands again, wiping at the tears on his skin. ‘Techno you’re safe, you’re okay.’ You speak clearly before he pulls you closer, shoving his face into your chest, his arms tight around your middle. You wrap your arms around him as best you can, repeating comforting phrases until his grip loosens, and eventually, he pulls you back down to lie with him. You don’t ask him about it until he mentions it the next morning over breakfast. You hold him close as he talks, face emotionless and eyes blank, trying to distance himself from the events even as he retells them. You deserve to know the atrocious things he’s done. And yet you still choose to stay. Even after everything he tells you, you don’t budge from his side. That speaks louder to Techno than any confession of your undying love could.

Techno is a wanted individual and just by interacting with him, you’re put in danger. But being his partner doubles that danger by tenfold. His enemies will see you as his weakness and desire to use you against him. So, he takes it upon himself to train you, he knows the last thing you want to do is be the cause for his capture or untimely death. As much as Technoblade claims he never dies, if it were your life or his he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. This terrifies you beyond belief of course, so you agree to let him train you. No matter if you already are somewhat skilled Techno’s paranoia surrounding your safety will always encourage him to push your skills further. Most early mornings the two of you spend together, sparring for hours until the sun is high in the sky or until you grow too exhausted to continue. Which in the early days, was often. But there comes a day when you finally best him. He doesn’t remember if he was going easy on you or was distracted by his surroundings, scanning the perimeter. He only remembers the moment you knocked him down onto his back, you look down at him panting with such a shocked expression. Techno looks up to you and holds out an arm, you take it ready to pull him back up only for him to pull you down with him. Techno holds you tight to his chest, the sun warm on both of your faces as it reflects upon the surrounding snow. Neither of you speak but you both understand what this means, you’re ready.

Techno isn’t one for grand gestures to prove his love to you. The man is dramatic, sure. But he finds himself yearning for simplicity, and you provide it. He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often, he is a man of few words, you’ve always known this so you never expected it. However, his actions scream it to you. Countless times you have mentioned small complaints about little things in your life and Techno takes them on as if the draft in your window had a personal vendetta against him. As if it had threatened your very life. You’d never seen a man fix a window frame so aggressively before. It was funnier to watch than you’d admit to him if given the chance. On one particular occasion, you mentioned his absence from the cabin, his explanation of the importance of the Syndicate and the new room Phil and himself had constructed. You understood and didn’t mention it again, not thinking anything of it but a necessary and temporary inconvenience. Only for Phil and Techno to be set up at the kitchen table when you came downstairs the next morning, the table covered in tattered books and coffee spill-stained scrolls. You were confused for a moment, spotting the Syndicate plans, codenames, etc sprawled out in Phil’s chicken scratch. Until it clicked. Hauling all of the stuff up from the Syndicate room had been a bit of a pain but the way your eyes lit up in realisation was more than enough for Techno to know it was the right choice.  

This man cannot keep a secret from you. Most may think he isn’t very talkative, but you can hardly get him to shut up sometimes. Not that you’d ever want him to, eager to listen to whatever he has to say. He will always come to you when he feels he needs advice, knowing you will offer a fresh perspective that may give him the breakthrough he needs to make an informed decision. You are his rock and he never wants you to forget that. He may be more talkative with you but that doesn’t stop him from being a fantastic listener. Sometimes he can get zoned out when the voices become too much. In the beginning, you found it difficult to tell when he wasn’t able to listen, but after being around him for so long you’ve got a better knack for it. And sometimes you can’t and you keep talking, he’ll just silently press a hand to whatever part of you is easiest to reach. And that usually gets the message across. Sometimes you can pull him out of his own head, and other times you can’t. So you just sit with him in comfortable silence, usually, you’ll place your smaller hand in his and lean into him. The two of you have fallen asleep countless times like that.

However, sometimes the fact he can’t keep a secret from you leads to some comical miscommunication neither of the two of you foresaw. Phil, Techno and Ranboo had left for around a week in search of a new woodland mansion to raid, following one of Ranboo’s countless maps. Upon their return, Techno seemed visibly, off. He wasn’t being distant or getting lost in his own head, it was more as if he were actively avoiding you. Which was something very un-Techno. What made your worry increase tenfold was when you asked Phil if he had noticed any kind of difference the blonde merely shook his head. “He seems normal to me, mate.” Because there’s no way Phil didn’t notice Techno’s change in behaviour, which means they’re both hiding something from you. Knowing the two men quite well, you knew they wouldn’t break. But Ranboo would. So with your head held high, you sought out to find the boy, only to find out he was staying in Snowchester for the time being but would be returning in the morning. That night thoughts of self-doubt plagued you, wondering if it was something you had said or done that made Techno act strangely. But just as the moon was reaching its zenith, Techno came into your shared bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow him, after putting on some snow appropriate outerwear the two of you were on the back of Carl headed towards the forest’s tree line that faced the cabin. You asked Techno where you were going his only response, “It’s a surprise.” And to say your heart soared would be a slight understatement when the two of you finally reached the forest clearing. A small candlelit dinner for two inside of a dark oak gazebo. One that looked as if it had only been finished recently, the veneer on the wood still in impeccable condition as Techno led you over to it. You were truly floored by this display, stars illuminated in your bright eyes. “Phil and Ranboo helped. We brainstormed on our way back from the woodland mansion. And I, I knew I’d spill the secret the moment you asked. Sorry.” His apology and explanation are curt, much like the man himself.  You hold him tight then, arms wrapped around him for as long as he’ll let you. He chuckles after a while, “C’mon, the food’s getting cold.” He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling your chair out for you because Phil told him to. The blush you provide lets him know he should do it more often. As the two of you begin to finish your food you hear the soft strumming of a guitar and an equally soft voice to match. Floating atop one of the branches in a nearby tree, as if he were trying to sit on it, is Ghostbur. He sends a small and quick wave when you spot him before his hand drops back down to his guitar. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops for this, huh?” You look back to Techno to find him now stood up, offering his hand to you. “For you. Anything.” You take his hand and he leads you into the middle of the gazebo with a grace you always knew he had. Ghostbur continues to serenade, the two of you dancing in your own private world until the moon was low on the horizon once again.

Whenever Techno leaves to go and fight he knows you worry about him. You do not doubt his skills but his luck is bound to run out eventually. Skill and resources only account for so much of the outcome, luck and fate determine the rest. Techno worries when he leaves to fight as well. He worries about what will happen if he ever loses. When his enemies will come for you, his past now liable to catch up with you as well as himself. He can’t have that happen. That’s why he keeps fighting, he won’t stop until he knows that if he ever falls in battle you will be safe from his enemies past or present. When Techno eventually does get back from the battle, without fail you will swear up and down that he cannot keep doing this and that next time you’re going to leave him to bleed out in the snow on the porch. You never do. But some days Techno thinks you’d be better off if you did. But those are the kind of thoughts you happily kiss away with a soft smile and a few gently spoken words. You are always the one to patch him up when he’s injured, which isn’t often but you remain swift with sutures and bandages despite that. No matter how badly he’s been injured you will always hold him so reverently, with such a gentle expression that it never fails to floor him. Most sessions in which you patch him up devolve into soft gasps and warm hands on your body to repay you for your ‘services’.  

Techno knew you were different from the moment he met you. He acknowledges how stupidly cliché that is, but it’s true. The constant chatter of the voices in his head drowned out the first time he saw you, even if it was just for a moment. They stuttered and stammered, just as he did. You floored them as much as you floored him. When you were with him, they would quieten. As if they wanted to concentrate on what you were saying as much as he did. Not even Phil made the voices act in such a way. Only you. Nowadays they only bother him on certain bad days that grow more and more infrequent the longer you are in his life. You drown them out in a way nothing else in his life ever has. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay you for that but vowing to be by your side for the rest of his life seems to be a good enough start for the two of you.

The first time Techno tells you he loves you is when you’re in battle together. Techno, Phil and yourself had decided to raid a woodland mansion, something all three of you had done before with no trouble. But upon arriving, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. This led to the three of you becoming separated within the confines of the thick wooden walls. You were managing to keep a level head but fear was growing in the pit of your stomach. With every vindicator you took down another only seemed to replace it, leaving you tired and heaving for air. You were in good shape all things considered but you were getting tired and soon you would get careless, you needed to find Techno and Phil and get the hell out of here before things got worse. Your totem of undying tied tightly to your waist glints against the setting sun pouring through the large floor to ceiling windows as you charge past, enemies remain at your back as you plough forward heading for the set of stairs you know are here somewhere. As you spot the sacred stairs you hear a shout of pain followed by a deep snarl. You look over the stairs balcony to see Techno swarmed by a group of stubborn Vex. He looks exhausted. Bloodstains him, you’re unsure whether it’s his, the enemies, or a combination of the two. Techno fails to notice the Ravager charging towards him from behind, the axe raised high above its head. The half-piglin far too distracted by the Vex and the aiming of his crossbow at their stupid little bodies. It takes only a moment for you to vault over the second-floor railing and plummet towards the Ravager. You land on its shoulders and it stumbles, your hand shoots out to restrain its axe-wielding arm. The other hand desperately clawing at you as it grumbles and groans grow high pitched and panicked. Your legs wrap tightly around its throat until you hear a sickening pop and you fall to the ground along with the now very dead Ravager. You don’t manage to catch yourself, despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You let out a soft groan as a hand comes into view, Techno following it. You take his hand and he hauls you back up and onto your feet. Now that you’re closer to him you can tell that some of the blood staining his clothing is his, but you’re sure you mirror his look. He doesn’t let go of your hand now that you’re stood up and neither do you. You look up from your entwined hands to his face, he’s staring at you with an expression you can’t quite determine. “Tech-“ His lips plant firmly onto your own, swallowing your words instantly. He grips the small of your back, trying to pull you closer into him as if the two of you could fuse into one single being. When he finally pulls away to let you breathe your lungs are burning, soft gasps heaving in air. “I love you-” He mumbles the phrase repeatedly against your lips like a prayer, a mantra, only to capture your lips again before you can even respond to his confession in kind. Eventually, the two of you break apart long enough for you to be able to tell him you love him as well. You knew he loved you before that moment, but in reality, he finally realised how much he loved you. And for the first time, it didn’t scare him.

~Requests are still open! But it’s a little full so please be patient!~

#technoblade x reader #technoblade mcyt #x reader #mcyt imagines #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader #c!techno x reader

[alovesongshewrote]

hello darling! can i request some HCs for Heisenberg with an S/O who has a bunch of dogs? Like im talking 8 pit bulls or summ

thank you!❤️

you don't need to write this if u don't wanna btw!

Woof | Karl Heisenberg Hcs

of course you can!! thank u for requesting!!

Taglist: @prismarts @blixeon @mxcheese @valentimmy @chrysanthykios

HEADCANONS

ok

I'm gonna be 100% honest

I am

A cat person

So i have no clue how dogs work, but i will be damned if i don’t try

…

And i’ll be adding cats to this, because i just

I like cats

ANYWAY

SO

WE’LL START WITH THE DOGS

DOGS

Ok, so, you know that thing that some dog owners do, where they fake throwing a ball and then the dog goes after it because they didn’t notice?

Yeah

So

You do that

And then Heisenberg takes it up 20 levels

I’ve talked about this with @mxcheese

Heisenberg 100%

Throws something metal

Like, actually throws it

And then yeets it back to himself with his powers

Your poor dogs

If it makes you feel any better, he also does that with the lycans, it’s just a Heisenberg thing

AND SPEAKING OF HEISENBERG THINGS

HE IS ABSOLUTELY THAT GUY WHO FUCKIN, ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T WANT A DOG BUT THEN BECOMES THE DOG’S BEST FRIEND

AND HE DOES THIS WITH ALL OF YOUR DOGS

Like

When you first moved into the factory, he was neutral about the dog thing at best

The lycans were enough for him already

And he was used to general solitude

And your dogs are big and they get into things

AND

They are incredibly protective of you

As in

The first time they saw heisenberg, they almost attacked him because it looked like he was about to hurt you

He wasn’t, so you called them off, but it still spooked Heise to see a pack of large dogs standing behind him, ready to pounce

But like

Within a month, he’d adapted to it

And your dogs to him

You once walked into Heise’s room because you hadn’t seen him all day, and he was passed out in his bed, covered with a blanket of sleeping dogs

You got a picture of that, and he still doesn’t know about it

It’s your homescreen on your phone.

Your small pack of canines will also just

Sit

Around heisenberg

While he’s working

And Heise is never sure if they’re watching him, or if they couldn’t find you, or whatever

But he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it

ALSO

IF YOU EVER CONVINCE THAT MAN TO TAKE A BREAK

The dogs will fuckin

Lie on top of him

And on you

You each get four

Now

Just because your dogs adapted to Heisenberg’s presence does not mean they stopped being little shits

They absolutely were

They stole his tools and hid them around the factory

They chewed his shoes

Slept on his bed

Got fur on his clothes

And worst of all

They stole your attention :(

Rip Heisenberg

Honestly tho, the first time you noticed that Heisenberg was kind of jealous of your dogs

You stood up

Smirked

And went

“I wouldn’t worry about that too much. Besides, I think you are their favourite.  I know you’re mine.”

And then you sicked your dogs on him, but like, in a cuddly way

You just laughed at him while he drowned in a pile of fur and dog tongues

Honestly though, the dogs do love heise, no matter how many times he fakes throwing the ball

And their protective nature extends to him, too

One time, you were kind of preoccupied with something, and you couldn’t focus on all of your dogs

And he had a “family” meeting to go to

So

He took like, two dogs to the meeting with him

And when he and Lady D started to fight, as they do

“BARK! BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!! B A R K!!!”

It was literally that one vine

Lady Dimitrescu: GET YOUR FUCKIN DOG, BITCH

Heisenberg: it don’t bite

Lady Dimitrescu: YES IT DO

Lady D ended up standing on one of the church pews while your dogs growled at her and Heisenberg

Lost it

He couldn’t stop laughing for the life of him

then Miranda yelled at him and the dogs, but he didn’t really care, he was laughing too hard

And he was still cackling when he came back to the factory

He tried to explain what happened

But like

He could not

It was legitimately the hardest you’d ever seen him laugh

You just looked at your dogs

and you didn’t know what the fuck they did

but you were glad they did it

AND YEAH

YOU’D BEST BELIEVE THIS MAN STARTS MAKING DOG TOYS

They’re like, weird and metal

But he makes sure they can’t hurt the dogs

And your lil pack loves ‘em

So

You do, too

OH, AND

CONSIDER THIS

You have

7 pitbulls

And 1 grumpy french bulldog

The french bulldog is Heisenberg’s favourite, but shhhh, it’s a secret

(it’s one of the two that growled at Alcina until she climbed onto a church pew)

(Heise has never been so proud)

ALSO CONSIDER

Most of your dogs are rescues

Some of them have scars

And Heise is just like

“Same.”

AND OMG

DRESSING!

THE!

DOGS!

AS!

HEISENBERG!

He acts like he doesn’t think it’s the cutest shit, but you know better

You hear him calling your dogs cuties

You know

...

Holy fuck, maybe i am a dog person

Anyway, cats

CATS

Ok, so

I have cats

I know cats

And cats can be little shits

To match up with the 8 dogs, i'm gonna say you have 12 cats

because even the biggest cat isn’t going to be much bigger than that bulldog

who i have, in my head, named Petunia 

And they are all

bratty little

Garbage eating machines

And you love them

So

Heisenberg’s factory

Is now full of cats

And the cats

Are honestly louder than the dogs

They will meow at all hours

All day

And all night

They would probably keep you from sleeping, but

Karl Heisenberg doesn’t fucking sleep

So he’ll feed them, or pet them, or whatever it is they want so that you can sleep

And yes, they will crawl onto him and purr while he’s working

It’s soft

The cats will also play with his hair

And

And his sunglasses

If you have both cats and dogs, the cats will steal the glasses and the dogs will hide them

S P E A K I N G O F C A T S A N D D O G S

Dogs

When you pick em up

They have to be put down carefully, right?

Well, when it comes to cats

Honestly? 

you can just fuckin bowl a cat

Consider tho

Having spent most of his life alone in his factory

Heisenberg doesn’t know this

So

When you go to put down one of the cats after holding him like a little baby for a little too long

And you just fuckin

DROP HIM

Heise just goes

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK”

It’s v funny

Eventually he learns that cats are tough as hell

And not just because you can drop them, but because

One of them went at miranda

Same scenario as before, he has the fur babies at a family meeting

Though this time the cat is fucking

Hiding in one of his pockets or some shit

(he’s a man, he has big pockets)

And like

He’s listening “intently”

When he notices a fluffy little thing about to pounce on miranda

He coughs and one of the lycans grabs her

The cat, not miranda

And he goes and picks her up later like

“SNOWBALL, WHAT THE FUCK”

And the cat just

“Meowwwwwwwwwww”

AND HE GOES

“Same.”

And i know i just said this

But once again

Heise has never been more proud

And then it’s 2 a.m, and Snowball and the gang are fucking

Zooming around the factory

Knocking shit over

Yelling

And he’s like

“Ah, yes, I remember now. I adopted a pack of fuckin gremlins.”

Man, at least the dogs slept through the night

Oh well

They sleep during the day

And they’re cute as hell doing it

Also, like

I know it’s the wrong Cats

But you made Heisenberg watch Cats (2019)

And he may be a spooky scary metal man with spooky scary mutant siblings

But that was the scariest fucking thing he’s ever witnessed

Anyway, yeah

cats

#ignore the formatting #it got fucked up :( #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #dogs! #cats! #pets! #yayyyyyyy

[pigletxpoohbear]

Hi Jaz , was wondering if we could get some Angst/Fluff Hc's or a scenario with Undertaker from Black butler please ?

Attention (Undertaker x reader)

You and Undertaker had been together for a while and you assumed that things were going well between the two. Until you saw him walking with a beautiful woman wearing all red. You could tell even from being across the street that she was flirting with him by the way she was looking and smirking at him. You could see him smiling and then letting her into his parlor, which you knew was where he lived in a flat just above the retail part of the parlor. You sometimes stayed with him so you were able to come and go as you pleased especially since he gave you a key. You quietly walked up to the door and tried to open it only to find the door locked. You took your key out and quickly unlocked and opened the door to see the woman in red leaning on the table towards your boyfriend obviously trying to perk up and show off her breast.

If looks could kill the look you gave them would have made them keel over and pass away ten times over. You took your key and threw it at him and slammed the door behind you and went home.

About an hour later at your flat across town you got a knock at your door. You went to it and asked who it was and you heard him, even though he was quiet, his voice was unmistakable. "It's me, will you let me in?" "Go. Away." After you made your statement you went upstairs, but could hear him begging you to come back down. You went to your room and shut the door and began to cry. You heard his knocking stop and you began sobbing, you couldn't stop.

You didn't even recognize the breeze that chilled you slightly, the first thing you felt was cold hands. "My love, please listen to me." You jumped at the sight before you. There was Undertaker in your room with a large scythe in his hand. "Sorry, I should put this somewhere. I apologize if I frightened you. I promise I won't hurt you," he said as he put the scythe across the room from you and walked back over to your bed. "Love, will you please let me explain? I know that the situation didn't look the best, but I promise... no, I swear that I'd never do anything to hurt you especially not on purpose." You were beyond angry and stood up. "Then tell me why did you let that you woman flirt with you non-stop? She didn't even hide the fact that she was flirting with you especially how she displayed herself in your LOCKED parlor, that you only lock when you're closed or are spending time with me? My last question is how the hell did you get in my room?!?"

Undertaker looked down and sighed, "I guess I have to tell you, I didn't want you to know until I knew you wouldn't be afraid of me, but I feel if I don't tell you then I'll lose you and your the only thing I want now." He took off his hat and pulled back his hair and looked at you. In the moonlight you could see his eyes were an unnatural greenish color. You were slightly taken aback, but waited for an explanation. "I used to be a grim reaper. I can go where I please when I please and because I'm retired I can sometimes kill who I want when I want as long as it's close to their time. The woman that came in my parlor was asking me to help her kill people because the reaper she was with wasn't doing a... satisfactory job because she felt there were too many clues being left behind. The Phantomhive Estate asked for me to help with the investigation into the Jack the Ripper case and the woman you saw was The Ripper."

You still stood across the room from him with your arms crossed and looked away from him. "Why didn't you tell me before?" "Pardon?" "Why didn't you tell me you were a Grim Reaper before and if not that why are you here almost two hours later?" "Oh, I went to go get these," he said as stood up and walked out your bedroom door and opened the front one. There sat Ciel and his butler, Sebastian, some chocolates, and some flowers. "Why, did you bring them along?" "To confirm a few things, if you two will." Ciel and Sebastian came inside. Sebastian handed you the flowers and chocolates. After that Ciel took off his eye patch and revealed a pentagram in his eye that matched a tattoo on Sebastian's hand. You also noticed that Sebastian's eyes went from a reddish brown to a blood red. "Sebastian's a demon and Ciel is bound to him," Undertaker said like it was another Tuesday, which since you believed him now, probably was. You took your flowers and chocolates and went upstairs.

You heard Ciel and Sebastian leave and heard Undertaker walking up the stairs. "My love, I'm really sorry. I told them that if I'm going to be helping them then you need to know as well so there's no understandings like this again. I'm so sorry, can you please forgive me, please." This was the first time you had seen him look afraid and begging on his knees. "If you ever let a woman flirt and flaunt herself like that and not tell me what you're doing or what's going on then our relationship is over do you understand?" "Yes, of course. Does that mean you'll take me back?" "...yes." "YES," he yelled as he tackled you on your bed. "I love you, so much thank you my love," he said in-between kisses. "Wait, does me being a grim reaper scare you at all?" "If it did, why would I say, 'yes'," you said confused. "Why doesn't that bother you?" "Well, because you haven't hurt me physically and you haven't hurt me purposefully emotionally. Why would I be worried about something like that when nothings ever happened to me because of it?" "I'm so glad to have you, precious," he said with one more kiss.

#black butler #black butler imagine #black butler imagines #undertaker x reader #undertaker imagines

[minteyeddevil]

Cute/soft (hopefully) moments in the House of Lamentation (A collection by a certain human)

(contains slight spoilers for season 1)

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- Lucifer cares about his family, that was a universal truth everyone in the Devildom knows but a very select few remember. Unknown to showing his affections for his brothers and friends in a noticable manners in front of others, to many, he was a man that rarely admits to anything that showed weakness.

There was one occasion, however that could've challenged this view greatly.

You were on the way to find Lucifer, perhasp it was a matter that regarded the student council, or it was just a matter of wanting to see him.

Regardless, after a myriad of questions to his brothers on his whereabouts, you found yourself in the Underground Tomb.

From there, you found the eldest in front of the tomb of his sister, as Cerberus lied by his feet as one hand lovingly ran through one of the dog's head, while the other held a brush that gently combed the large creature's fur. You'd hear him recalling stories of the happenings of the House in the past week, and you could almost hear the smile on his face as he added his own commentary of the tales of the human and the brothers that he claimed to give him a headache at times.

It was only when he was concluding the final story did he finally turn to you, a gentle smile on his face, the expression of one who was, at the moment, free of the burdens of life.

An expression that you might recognise, whether in the past or the near future, when he was alone with you.

"You've been standing there for quite awhile haven't you? Come here, there is plenty of space beside me to rest. Besides, I don't think I've properly introduced you to Lilith after all this while."

From there, every week of the same day at the same hour, you would find the embodiment of Pride in the Underground Tomb. Sometimes, he'd have his documents, and other times there would be a cup of tea or coffee by his side, and eventually, there would be two.

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- Being the offical avatar of Greed, and the unoffical avatar of lying about his feelings, to say Mammon is an expert on contradicting his words with his actions would be an understatement. As entertaining these moments are for many, it would be those times when he'd be completely bare with his feelings that made everything all the more sweeter.

It started off with an accident, where certain shiny bottles for a school project, where you were partnered with the Avatar of Greed himself, were stolen from your room. And as you approached your groupmate's room to interrogate him about his role in this theft, you heard a crash and the sound of multiple glasses crashing on the floor.

As you hurriedly reached out your hand to open the door, you heard a resounding "Don't!" from the room inside. "It's a mess in 'ere, and there's glass everywhere, you'll hurt 'erself!" . A lound shuffling could be heard from the room as the the door quickly swung itself open, revealing a drenching, frowning demon.

His normally fluffy white hair was now dishevelled and dripping with a mixture of shimmering pink and green liquid along with his normally white nightshirt and black pants. His eyes narrowed and a frown was deepening on his features, until he came face to face with you.

It took a few seconds too long as the cogs in his brain whirled and recognition of the proximity of the two of you was finally shown on his face by the widening of his eyes and the reddening of his face.

"I-I can explain! Ya see, I saw the instructions on the potions and it was really dangerous if ya did it wrong! So I just wanted to make sure ya didn't get hurt if this thing literally blew up in your fac-"

He quickly clammed his mouth shut, and if it weren't for that outburst you'd think it was impossible for his eyes to grow any wider, or his face any redder, as if horrified by his own honesty.

It took awhile of explaining to his brothers, and even longer of persuading Lucifer to not punish him, but it was finally verified that Mammon was hit by a truth-telling potion because of the little incident, and it would take awhile for it to either completely wear-off, or for the brothers to conjure a potion to cure him.

From there, Mammon started to cling to you even more than before, whether it'd be out of fear for expressing his true affections for his brothers and being teased by them, or it was an apology for messing up the project, it wasn't clear to many.

However, it was during those moments when you two were alone in either of your rooms, that he'd turn red, and refuse to meet your eyes as he buried his head further into the curve of your neck mumbling barely loud enough for you to hear.

One day, however, when he thinks you're asleep beside him, he finally whispers as he stares at you and sleepily ghosts the back of his hand over your cheek.

"I-I'm really glad ya came 'ere ya know? Every second we spend like this makes me wish we could stay like this forever, no need to worry about pesky brothers stealing you away, or about the troubles we'll have outside....I..." He trails off, yawning as his eyes drift to a close as sleep consumes him. "...love...you..."

Maybe one day he'll be brave enough to say it without the help of a potion. Maybe, that day he'll be able to say it when he knows you're awake. Maybe...just maybe...in that moment, he already has.

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- In his karaoke nights alone, Leviathan would sometimes dance with his body pillows or sing to his figurines like a concert, and very rarely, it'd be a combination of both.

He'd pretend he's in the world of his characters and interacting with them, imaging himself as the hero with his companions on all sorts of adventures.

One time he was singing an upbeat song with so much flair, there was dancing and laughter when he realised he messed up a little, but he didn't mind. He was in the midst of a build-up to the chorus when there was a knock on the door.

Unfortunately, he was so sucked into his world that he didn't hear it nor did he see the crack of the opening of the door. It was too late when he spun around to deliver the final note to grand finale, the energy that flowed through him came crashing to a sudden halt when he saw the face of a certain human he'd made a pact with not too long ago.

"U-Uwah!!! H-how long have you been there?! Haven't you heard of knocking?! You have?! Then why didn't you knock harder?!!!!!"

That incident felt such a long time ago, the screams of that night were but a distant memory. With everytime you caught him singing you gradually saw him hiding his red-face less and less. Eventually, he'd be humming melodies as he leaned into you whenever you'd be together, hoping each time that you'd join him.

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A/N: Hi there, so I've been on your blog for awhile, and I wanted to make up some hcs for you :) (Although they became more of short oneshots than anything else jhsdsakjhd-) I know they aren't much, and I'm not the best at comforting people irl, but I really hope that these could help a little. Especially since your headcanons in the past and now have helped me through some tough periods of my life this year, and I wanna try to give back as well.

I wasn't very confident in my ability to use nino or cade for this, so I made this with a more neutral reader in mind. And I hope my writing skills aren't too rusty, it's been a long while since I wrote something that wasn't an essay ^^''.

But enough of me, I really do hope that in the midst of this frustrating and scary period (not in the good way), that everything gets better.

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These were absolutley amazing, I love them so much and I appreciate you sharing them with me!!! Your writing skills are incredibly, I definitely look up to them here! Again thank you for sharing these, they helped so much and made me smile! <3

#obey me related #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #submission

[i-need-air]

Oh-- I really really -really- liked your wolf hybrid Bakugou and-- if you don't mind, can you do one on Kirishima? Just the general headcanons, if this is too bothersome then you can ignore this once again- thank you

Just general headcanons you say? Okay, I had this written 2k words in before I got this ask and now it's at... ehem, let me take a deep breath for this;

Word count: 3.5k 💀 [of HCs 💀💀💀]

Why do I keep doing this to myself aksdjkd I love Kiri so much, my god! Thanks for the ask!! 💗

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Kirishima Eijirou HCs

× i mentioned him as a dog hybrid and we're sticking with it because it just feels right, yano? anyway!

× you found out about how the new hybrid shelter in your city helped bust a fighting ring

× which was horrifying to think about

× one of your friends explained the process to you and you were definitely interested in helping someone out

× shelters were still underfunded and didn't provide much to help the hybrids adapt to society

× so you found yourself in front of the shelter without a plan

× just a dream and a spare couch that could thankfully convert into a bed

× before you could chicken out you stormed through the doors like a mad person, catching the attention of the guards and the front desk man

× it surprised you how disinterested they were though; were they seriously the people that dismantled a whole illegal fighting ring?

× they called a sweet old lady to accompany you

× when you explained your situation her eyes sparkled, looking you up and down and nodding her head

× she took you through some hallways, showing you around the precinct, questioning you about what type of hybrid you'd want

× to which you honestly didn't know how to respond, like anyone you could help????

× it kinda pissed you off how she spoke about the hybrids like they were pets, suggesting you'd get a kitty or a bunny, since [her words] they were low maintenance

× is this really a good shelter?

× you looked around, finding prison like cells left and right, some with people that looked at you curiously, some covering from your glance

× they were locked in...

× some growling could be heard far away but the woman shook her head at you, disapproving gaze turned to the side as she took you further into the building

× another room, this time cells were bigger, a few occupied, yet covered from you, indiferent and uninterested

× a man was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his hair

× "Kirishima, boy, get up to greet someone"

× his red eyes snapped up, whatever he was thinking about slowly forgotten

× he blinked curiously as you hugged your frame, feeling uncomfortable, even ashamed to be there

× but a sweet smile took over his features

× "Hey! I'm Kirishima Eijirou!"

× it's really all it took for you to grow fond of him; he got up and came closer to the entrance of the cell and introduced himself in such easy-going manner you forgot about everything and anything

× he calmed you with his presence, even if it was very disheveled, with old ripped clothes and hair messy, painted red with obvious dark roots showing

× he had a black fluffy tail waving slowly behind him too

× you introduce yourself with his encouragement and mumbled how you wanted to help someone out today

× he just smiled at you, taking you in

× let me tell you something about dog hybrids: they can sense emotions and intentions so Kiri would be a very good judge of character and he really, genuinely took a liking on you

× the problem is how the fuck do you say out loud that you wanted to help him out

× because you sure as hell weren't going to say you'd adopt him; he's not a child? we're talking about a grown ass man here? literally looked like 6'4ft/1.95m?????

× it was so shameful, your gut turned as you cursed society and he sensed it, expression changing, falling a little as he saw you look very out of place

× "Hey, hey, everything's gonna be fine!" he said

× he told YOU that

× instead of YOU telling HIM those words;;; you almost burst into ugly crying, forgetting about everything else, your minuscule problems or shame or whatever and just nodded at him

× "Would you like to come home with me, Kirishima?" you said, ignoring the happy clapping the old lady was doing, watching carefully how his expression, clear as water, switched from easy-going and reassuring to shocked then hopeful

× "I'd like that" he breathed out "—a lot."

× as you went out the lady was telling him it was a shame they separated his group of friends, something about being sent to different shelters, how he had to be a good boy, to behave, yada-yada and seriously;;; he was taking it so lightheartedly, as if he was so used to this behavior or even was thankful for it?

× it was starting to get annoying, specially when they gave you a collar for him, like no fucking thanks, but you'd take care of it later

× since it was very random and unplanned, you were making mental gymnastics to figure out what to get and what to do first, like clothes, food—

× journey home was pleasant as he walked close to you, asking you questions about yourself with a gentle smile on his features

× meanwhile people got out of both your ways because he was intimidating and big and large but his smile screamed sunshine

× all while he never really mentioned anything about himself

× you made a point to ask him if he was hungry, to grab a quick bite at any restaurant you could get at then go buy some clothes and necessities

× you were so casual and this guy was so shocked

× i swear, looks at you blinking stupidly then ✨beams✨

× spoiler alert; big boy was hungry

× it didn't matter honestly, just seeing him eat without a worry [even if everyone at the restaurant was wary of him but got a stink eye from you] was a relief

× since you answered his questions about you, you decided to ask some about him; you were going to be roomies soon so might as well get to know each other

× shocked again

× stops mid-bite when you ask him something and stares wide-eyed

× doesn't answer but you can see he wants to and you're confused??

× "did I—... did I say something wrong?" you'd press, scared you'd spook him away or something

× he just gulps down and looks ashamed

× casually tells you they've been told at the shelter owners don't care about them

× 🙃 say what now bby?

× he kinda starts apologizing because he understands why you wouldn't wanna know and you put your hand on his; kinda mutes him for a second

× "Kirishima, we're gonna live together and hopefully be friends in the process, right? I'd like to know about you, as much as you're willing to tell me"

× [ falls in love right then and there ]

× he's met humans before, many actually—

× even in the short weeks he's been at the shelter he's seen people come and go and none talked to him like you did

× stares with stars in his eyes and chuckles awkwardly, blush on his face

× "You're really nice, [Y/N]" he said before eagerly answering your questions; course, it leaves you confused lmfao but you brush past it

× okay! shopping next, long story short it was very hard to find hybrid clothes for his size so you pick to change human clothes and adjust them for him

× as you again mention this stuff casually he's just awestruck

× when you got home, bags in hand, you were explaining to him how you really didn't have much; you were working to get a promotion soon but for now you had a couch that could open up into a very comfy bed, which he assured you it was enough

× you were lowkey unsure if he fit it because like i mentioned, big boi is big

× he does! so that's a relief but you started considering giving him your bed; you mostly fell asleep on the couch anyway and to be fair, it was really comfortable and you mention it as he looks around

× his head snaps at you, wide eyed, yet does not talk

× so you ramble bc that's something fun to do! "I mean I went to the shelter without a plan and uh, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible and maybe the bed is a better fit and—"

× Kirishima Eijirou sees: 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕

× has never been treated like this, like he's an... equal... something he'll take months to share with you, but we're getting ahead of ourselves

× the thing is this boy will fall pretty hard pretty fast, but will definitely take time to make a move

× bc he is respectful

× so he thanks you for the offer and tells you it's probably the best place he slept in all his life

× can your heart stop breaking for him? i mean it's a good couch but it's no luxury hotel bed???

× [ we need to pause, OP made herself sad ]

× ok, so he's really helpful around the house, and he knows how to cook!

× takes no time to talk about his friends, special his best friend that cooked for everyone at the fighting ring and forced them all to help and that's how he was pretty decent at cooking himself

× wasn't the best though, but followed instructions like a boss

× he lives for your compliments

× literally his tail wiggles with no shame

× seriously;; tell him he did a good job even at the dumbest thing and—

× puffs chest

× wiggle-wiggle

× "Thanks!"

× 🥺💕💞 make him stop, he's so cute

× did i mention he has like floppy black ears? Omg his earsssssssssshnnngggggggggg

× because they move whenever he walks and they're mesmerizing

× and one day that you're observing them for science [not because your heart was like 💘pom-pom💘] you noticed his roots

× remember when your heart broke for him? hah, have some more because as you asked him, he started telling you that he was pushed into dying his hair red for the spectacle, diversity and what-not

× reassured you he grew to love it now, being part of who he is

× also gets a little bit shy when adding he wouldn't want to change the color in hopes of finding his friends someday and for him to be easily recognizable

× you bought him hair dye that same day

× WHICH! apart from gaining extra 🥺💕💞 from him, it created a nice routine between you two!!

× you offered to dye his hair and it was such a great time; he made you laugh, conversation going just as easy whenever you talked, you got to know each other a little bit more and—

× heh

× at the end, after applying all the red hair dye, you massaged his scalp gently

× guess who melts in your hands? yes, giant ass dog-man melts into a puddle under your hands and it's the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen

× I'm serious, he sighs and leans into your gloved hands with zero [0] shame, eyes closed and peaceful expression on his features apart from a small smile

× you tease him and he laughs it off, but promise him you'd give him head scratches when he was finished with the dye, washed off and hair dry

× and you better deliver

× "Don't think I forgot!" he'd say as he'd hop on his make-shift bed in the living room by your side, tail moving from side to side

× as you start playing with his locks, he falls into your lap and starts snoring

× move an inch and he opens his eyes to look at you confused

× puppy eyes questioning you if you're leaving 🥺

× yep, you fall asleep together

× you point out to yourself that those puppy eyes will be the death of you

× he's a touchy guy, okay? since he's been touchy with you from the very start you never questioned it, even read on the internet that many hybrids descended from house pets need physical affection, like hugs, pats, scratches, all the bag, so it wasn't a big deal for you

× except it was a big deal because he's been around for a month and you're already catching feelings and that's bad because you did not bring him there to fall for him but to help him start a new life and—

× oh my god, what if he thought you were one of those people from the horror stories about hybrid adoption that only wanted them for one thing—

× no, no, no, nO, NO.

× anxiety was getting to you as the guilt of catching feelings for him, plus the fact that he was financially dependant on you for the time which would've made it even worse if he found out, PLUS he comes from such a rough life, he definitely needs a break and doesn't need his first human friend in forever to be a piece of;;;

× Kiri catches on this really constant and increasing feeling of anxiety; he starts to send you worried glances but doesn't know how to proceed

× in such a soft voice he asks if you're okay, if something is on your mind

× and since you weren't sharing anything but acted as if everything was alright even when he felt you lied, Kiri started to get worried too

× why were you anxious? why weren't you talking to him about it?

× oh, god, was he a burden? because he felt like one;;; did you want him out? he felt like an extra weight for you and wanted to do something about it but maybe you got sick of him? he felt unmanly...

× the fact that he knew he cared about you as more than just a friend made him even more anxious and it didn't help that whenever he touched you he heard your breath hitch or your heart beating louder; he got his hopes up then down because

× you smelled like people; people he didn't know, people he wanted to know because he needed to know why did you smell like them? were they a treat? were they potential partners? he really did not want to ask bc Kirishima felt like it wasn't his place to know

× as tension grew in the house you decided to gift him a new phone, ready to give him some news that reached your ears

× it seems Kiri himself liked to do sports and mainly jog to keep himself active and he's started to pass by the local dog-park to play with the dogs

× imagine your surprise when a few neighbors asked you if he'd be willing to train their dogs bc he's been teaching them stuff like once a week and the dogs listened

× big time dog whisperer; he says "Sit" to one dog and all dogs in the neighborhood sit too, you get me?

× so you said it would be nice for him to have his own money; not like you didn't help him without care, but you saw his face every time you bought something for him and really felt like he needed some real independence

× he's in ✨awe✨ because you came up with clients already that were very eager for dog training sessions, which he loved??? and suggested hours, wages??????

× and you gave him this new phone to help him with it if he's interested too?

× "Well, the normal price on the internet around the area is—"

× "[Y/N]."

× "Hmm?"

× "You're really amazing, you know that, right?" he'd have his lips curled into a sweet smile

× which makes your heart go crazy and this man notices how you get flustered

× loves it

× get ready for compliments; a lot of compliments just expecting your sweet flustered reactions

× he's slow at realizing your feelings for him because he beats himself down and seems himself as less of a man but tests the waters nonetheless and a d o r e s every time you struggle to thank him for said compliments and don't know how to continue functioning

× catches on and gets his hopes up

× and so you do

× listen, this is hilarious because you're both dumb idiots and want to be respectful towards the other meanwhile he hugs you tighter and for a little bit too long, loving how you melt into him, kisses you on the cheek and sees you get all flustered, looks at you like you're the only one to ever matter until you stop talking, turning everything into a giant mess of silence until you both grin at each other???? I'm getting second-hand embarrassment, just kiss???????

× and it happened with an accidental kiss

× you greeted him as he walked through the door, excited to tell him about your promotion, rambling about the take-out you ordered while he smiled at you

× and it started to be usual for you to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, right? just what normal roomies do, you know [mhmm~]

× he's taking his shoes off and knows the kiss is coming, but just before you press it on his cheek you whisper/squeal "I got the promotion!" to which he turns his head in surprise at you making your lips press together by accident [mhhhmmmmm~~~]

× cue both of you apologizing, looking like a mess

× he's blushing

× you both loved it

× why are you standing so close to each other?

× why did he lick his lips in daze while staring at yours?

× which one of you was leaning in for another kiss?

× it didn't really matter because he's kissing you slowly, taking you into his arms like you were made of porcelain

× glues his body to yours and breathes you in, lips locked, neither believing it was real

× lifts you up in his arms with no difficulty and smiles, both inches separated from another; "Congratulations..." his breath would fan over your face;;;;

× yeah, okay, he takes no time to confess, resulting in a mess of manly words skdjekldj you guys talked that whole night while cuddling and stealing kisses, you on his lap

× [ his nose brushing your neck; he loves your scent omg ]

× it becomes official pretty much instantly and then all your worries wash away

× all the anxiety, all the stress and overthinking, they've all been sorted out in one night and trust me, afterwards this man is pure honesty and loyalty

× he won't hesitate to talk to you about anything and will be such a patient sweetheart with you, listening to every word you say without judgment

× loves cheesy stuff? as in the most cliché stuff seen in movies? that's his shit right there; whenever you two see each other after some time apart [sometimes 5 minutes apart] he'd pick you in his arms and spin you around, then expect you to kiss him

× if you don't, i will skfjdkfk step aside 👀

× skin contact; please, touch him

× if you're not he sends you those famous puppy eyes and we all know they're killer

× sighs, happy to hold you tight against him, engulfing you into his big frame; yeah, you're where you belong, in his arms.

× everyone in the neighborhood loves him; it's ridiculous, seriously, because you find out he helped around all the time when you were at work and gained everyone's love

× makes an instagram account to teach people how to train their dog and becomes an internet sensation, a small celebrity

× also bc he's hot and sometimes posts working out pics

× skdksjs imagine this: makes dinner for both of you, lits up some candles, goes all in, then fucking posts it on ig saying "waiting for my baby to come home #surprise" forgetting you can see it lmfao

× you see the story on your way home and 🥺💞 "ye i love his oblivious ass"

× soft gasps when you tell him after dinner

× has the audacity to be surprised, like babe????

× Kaminari finds him through social media and this baby cries in relief for a good half an hour

× both team up to find all the gang

× guess who talks praises about you all the time? mhm, this guy right here is proud to have you

× and Denki has to deal with it;

× anywho! want to break him for good? tell him you love him for the first time

× GETS. SO. EXCITED. AND. EMOTIONAL.

× but forgets how to speak

× finds his words to say it back after staring at you entranced, grinning like an idiot, taking you in his arms and giving you a bone crushing hug while shaking in place

× he's never felt this loved and adores every second of it

× you're like a drug and he's deep gone, man

× tells you he loves you every single day

#kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #noire writes #hybrid!au #hybrid!kirishima #kirishima headcanons #does anyone remember kirishima saying pompom? cuz it's been on my mind for hours and i love it

[hanarinhightown]

Hello beloved, drop some Val lore for 4, 9, 21, 30, 36, 42, 46, 50, 68, 80 and 92

Take as much time as you need ksksks 💕🦀💕🦀💕

Also sending Taserface again

hello sweet 🦀

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with?

He does! Val has a very large family by both Omega and turian standards. He's the third oldest of seven children. He's definitely closest with the second-youngest of the flock, Titus, who's just a kid. They're best friends. :) This post is already super long so I'll have to say more about all the siblings later

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

I don't think he'd say he has a favorite color, but it's probably black or gold (gold both in the sense of a golden yellow and in the metal). Animal questions are so hard in the Mass Effect universe because we only know of a handful of species that aren't from Earth (remember when we created an entire species for The Primarch?), and being on Omega he probably hasn't actually interacted with many animals. But I'm going to say he loves cats. I can imagine cats adapting well to Omega, and I already hc that Sidonis loves cats for the same reason, and since Val and Sid were teenage sweethearts and spent a lot of time lying around on rooftops and in various shops and homes, I bet they saw a lot of cats and developed a fondness for them together.

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

i think he likes that he's dependable. he wants to be someone his friends can rely on, and he is. he's the go-to guy when something goes awry or when someone needs help with some sort of project for most of the people in his life, and he takes pride in that fact.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

I answered 30 here.

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

I think the root of Val's sense of humor is familiarity. He likes inside jokes and things that display his awareness of a person's character or a memory of something that was shared in the past. It's a sort of dry, observational humor that can take people a second to realize he's just told a joke. He can be kind of a dick about it but not in an excessive way.

An example of this would be what we just talked about, when your beloathed cheese man Nyrek shows up at Val's food stall and even if it's been 3 years since Val last saw him -- and he doesn't even know the guy's name -- Val will bring him a tray of levo food because of that one time Nyrek panicked and pointed to it on the menu.

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

he's built like a tank, and he kind of likes it that way. just standing menacingly behind the counter waiting for people to order their food. he also thinks he is the epitome of style but he'd never admit to it. and he's not, really

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

He's pretty straight forward about his feelings! He's not the kind of person to let things go unsaid and will let you know when he needs you to be up front with him about something. He's not very easily bothered though, so people sometimes mistake him for acting like things are okay when they aren't, when in reality he's just...fine? (this is probably ultimately why he and Sid don't work out at all bc Sid's a drama queen who always needs something to fix)

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

line cook sex appeal? he would just say he likes what he likes. he wears mostly black, occasionally accented with gold trim or something, simple gold jewelry. he tends towards comfy clothes in the vein of things he could work out in but he's never exercised in his life. lots of spur cutouts. 🤌 (i really want to see him and lantar wearing 1990s windbreakers, this image has been haunting me for weeks, val in black and gold, sid in some obnoxious purple and teal)

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

being from omega has given him a sort of pragmatism -- he doesn't ask questions where he doesn't need answers personally. that's above his pay grade i think having six siblings has given him thick skin and a giving nature, while being one of the older siblings (but specifically not the oldest) has given him a nurturing side and a bit of a complex about it

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Hmmm I want to say night owl, but specifically in a way where time doesn't really matter on Omega? They haven't really collectively committed to a specific day-night cycle on the station in my hc, which is one of the things that just makes it a maddening place to be? But if turians could have under-eye bags, Val's would be a meter deep. He doesn't really stick to a consistent schedule, with work or in his personal life

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

(comes from having six siblings)

Send me a number!

#PHEW #ok #val tag #taser would never point a gun at me i know it was you that put it in her hand #*TWICE* #why yes i did give my oc pittsburgh colors #ask game #khel babbles

[charming-2d-boys]

Hc for adult trio where their s/o is being seduced by a handsome strong man? Jealous adult trio please!

Nice, we have some of the most possessive men in the Hunter x Hunter universe being jealous 😂

Thanks for the request, this'll be fun! 🙇

Also, here are the headcanons about Chrollo being jealous, just so you know why it might sound a bit familiar.

Warning: a teeny tiny bit suggestive, barely there, but I thought I should put this anyway

Chrollo

eyebrow raised towards the scene

like really now?

is this guy actually hitting on you?

right in front of him?

is he stupid?

or too brave?

when the guy, who’s pretty good-looking and looks strong, glances at him before a handsome smirk plasters itself on his lips and his eyes and attention go back to you?

oh, it’s on

the guy definitely wanted to hit on you and knew exactly who you were there with

okay, so he’s too stupid

you wouldn’t flirt with him, probably only without realising it

don’t worry, Chrollo trusts you and knows you wouldn’t cheat

you’re just being your kind and polite self

the other man, though?

he won’t be so lucky when Chrollo is done with him

on your side, though

the man didn’t really seem as if he was flirting

he was just asking you about yourself, your life, hobbies, interests

he was being very polite and respectful and while you knew Chrollo was there, you didn’t feel threatened

only when the guy looked to the side with a smirk then back at you did you think that he was a bit... odd

you knew that’s where Chrollo was and you could barely feel a hint of bloodlust coming from him

so, you tried cutting the conversation short and leave, all smiles and politeness

only to feel the guy grab your wrist and keep you close

now there was a distinct feeling of discomfort and Chrollo’s bloodlust seemed to increase

still, he had an image to upkeep, so he smiled politely as he walked towards the two of you, an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his side and away from the handsome stranger

sweet words with a venomous meaning were pretty much just thrown from one to another, with the conversation seeming friendly to an outsider

until Chrollo pretty much won their little game of words and smiled ruefully

We will be leaving for tonight. Thank you for keeping my girlfriend company.

you almost felt like laughing at how Chrollo’s words made the man grind his teeth

he really wanted to piss Chrollo off and maybe win you over for the night

apparently, it didn’t work

or so you two thought

Chrollo, on the other hand, left with you by his side, keeping you close to his body

his smile was gone and his eyes were cold as he stared ahead

Chrollo? You okay?

he only glanced at you, eyes almost calculating

you were confused and a bit worried

had you upset him?

I’m fine, love. Don’t worry.

you only nodded and before you knew it, you had reached your house

you were ready to go inside and call it a night before Chrollo pulled you into his arms, eyes staring straight into yours

Chrollo?

without responding, his hands went to your cheeks and pulled your face to his, locking lips with you as your back hit the front door with a bit of force

the kiss seemed more passionate than ever and you had a feeling about the reason why

his lips then went down, leaving a trail of kisses as he bit into the skin of your neck and soothed the bites with his tongue, leaving little purple and red marks behind while your breath became laboured

one of Chrollo’s hands had gone down your side, to your hip and then your leg, lifting your thigh up and around his hip as he kept you pinned against the door with his body

soon, his lips returned to yours as his kisses were now slow and sweet, before he pressed his forehead to yours

Don’t worry. I’m yours. And you’re mine.

the corner of Chrollo’s lips lifted into a little smile before he nodded, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek and neck

Spend the night with me?

I could never say no to you, love.

let’s just say that was one of the best nights ever for the two of you as a couple

and, somehow, you thanked the stranger in your mind

you definitely saw another side of Chrollo that night because of him

you’d never see him again, since Chrollo would tell the Spiders that they should let him know when they found the guy

he wanted to bid him farewell properly, after all

Hisoka

Hisoka watched, amused, as you were uncomfortable and probably stuttering while the handsome and seemingly strong man flirted with you

you hadn’t seen him yet and he was still hiding in the shadows, watching the scene between you and the handsome stranger unfold

your reactions were always cute and he almost remembered when you used to look at him like that in the very beginning

Hisoka wasn’t really that worried about the situation

he knew you wouldn’t go to another guy

he was your handsome, strong boyfriend after all

the one who did his best for you and your attention

he smirked at the thought of you and him in a relationship

it was one of the best things in his life

well, Hisoka’s smile disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared when he saw you laugh at something the stranger said

he moved around so he could see the guy

he was in a similar state as you, slightly uncomfortable, but he seemed really sweet and nice

you’d let your guard down pretty quickly around him

now Hisoka felt a bit upset

it took so long until you let him into your life

and you’re letting this little shrimp in after a few minutes of conversation?

he just doesn’t like it

that feeling settling itself in his heart and stomach

like a vice around them

straightening up, he walked towards the two of you, heels clicking against the floor loudly

people actually parted so he could pass, the small hint of bloodlust making them flinch

Hisoka’s smile was anything but good

even you wanted to take a step back

it had been a while since you’d felt his bloodlust up close

the man next to you stiffened, eyes wide and heart racing as Hisoka smiled at the two of you slyly

Hello, lovely~ Who is your new friend? ♣

you didn’t want to make a scene

and when you answered that He was no one, you just looked up at Hisoka with pleading eyes

he only hummed before letting himself be dragged out onto the street towards your home

Hisoka said nothing and neither did you as you both got inside

he was still smiling, but he looked... upset

you couldn’t watch him leave just like that and leave you to stew in your worries and questions

Hisoka?

he stopped walking towards the bedroom, a smile still on his face as he looked at you, waiting

I’m sorry!

what else could you say?

you knew he was jealous and also insecure, no matter how much he wanted to deny it

he was always scared that someone better, nicer, stronger would come along and sweep you off your feet

Are you now? For what exactly? ♣

Hisoka, please... I was only being polite. don’t make me regret my choice, please!

when you had allowed him to take you out, you’d officially sealed your fate

not that you could complain much

Hisoka could be sweet when he wanted to be

and you really didn’t want your relationship to end because of... what? a stupid, innocent conversation with a stranger?

Hisoka was quiet before he hummed, smile now gone

he slowly walked up to you, looking into your eyes as if searching for something

before he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed

you looked up, not really afraid, but more puzzled than anything

I want you to know that you’re mine. No one else’s. Only mine. Right, lovely?  ♣

you nodded, hands going to his cheeks as your fingers ran over his skin

you stared at one another, a silent conversation

I’m sorry. I love you, Hisoka. Don’t forget it.

he only smiled before kissing you deeply, his arms caging you as his chest touched yours

oh, he won’t forget and he’d remind you that you’re his

even until dawn if he had to

he would take his time and show you that you two belonged together

Illumi

Illumi could only stare and wonder why some people were so stupid

what did that person even think he was doing?

why was he standing so close to you?

why were you smiling so much?

as Illumi kept getting closer with the two drinks in hand, you looked up and smiled at him before beckoning him closer

you soon took your drink and held his hand, making him relax a bit

Lumi, this is (M/N). He says we were classmates in school. I’m sorry I can’t remember well.

No worries, (Y/N). Nice to meet you, ...?

Illumi Zoldyck.

your classmate froze, smile tight-lipped and hand in between them for a handshake that never came

As in, the assassin family?

Yep.

Illumi only stared, making (M/N) uncomfortable

Well, umm, (Y/N), it was nice seeing you again. I hope we can meet again soon.

Same here.

he quickly left and before you could actually ask Illumi what his problem was, you were being dragged up the stairs, away from the party, and into one of the many empty rooms available

Illumi, what are you doing? And what was that? That was so ru-

had you not seen that it was Illumi, your boyfriend, in front of your very eyes, doing this, you’d have thought it was someone else, probably in disguise

as his kisses became more desperate, Illumi pulled you onto his lap as soon as he sat on one of the large, comfortable armchairs in the room

you had already lost interest in anything else around you but Illumi as your hands went through Illumi’s ponytail, tugging and bringing him closer, leaving his hair dishevelled

your boyfriend’s lips left yours only to settle on your neck and chest, hands already on their way to tugging your clothes off as fast as possible

as he continued leaving marks, you could hear him mumble Mine. All mine.

how he could be jealous of someone like (M/N), you didn’t know

Illumi was so much better in pretty much every department

apparently, you’d have to show him

if only he’d let you take a bit of control tonight

No one else’s. Only mine, understood?

Only yours, Lumi.

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