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ask-the-flirty-fighters · 2 years

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Fighting Flirty: Character Select PT4 (Act 4.8)

Steven didn't flinch at the sound, focusing on Connie's voice as she explained the shot. "Okay, now, I want you to open your eyes wide and Keep that smoldering but look directly into the camera and make it say the feelings it's conveying with its expression. With the eyes being your main weapon." She said, waiting for him to do it.

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"Okay, you got it...Now...look at the camera with your mouth opened a bit, and keep the face you were making in the last shot, but tilt your head back a bit more...and keep your chin up, so you're looking at me from down your nose." She blushed slightly, " I want you to look at me like you want me."

Steven tilted his head, leaned slightly back, kept his eyes open, and looked into her eyes. He held the lips and eyes and everything he just did and looked at her, just as she asked, as he wanted her.

'Easier done than said.'Steven mused internally as he looked at Heartberry, camera in hand, straddling his pelvis. He was lightly feeling her rump pressing on his front through their costumes.

It took him all his facilities to not grip her hips with his digits, press on those luscious arches, stimulate thickly into her supple muscle and evoke the most satisfying reactions from his seductively tomboyish shutterbug.

"What are you thinking about?" Connie asked as she concentrated her crosshairs to center her Mister and felt her toes flex at the look, "with that 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬?" she giggled teasingly, adding a bit of lusciousness into her tone, a strategy she used to keep from showing her emotions while dragging out his.

"She says as if she didn't order me to think of her in a wanting way," Steven responded, her warmth becoming more noticeable.

" Oh. You're so 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥." Connie mused, "must be all the 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 and 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴." She joked, nearly pressing the shot button. Feeling her breath heat and her breasts tighten as she continued to get lost in the moment.

'𝙊𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩.' Connie thought, '𝙄...𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙. 𝙂𝙤𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙯𝙮... '

"You ok, Shutterberry? You should take a picture; it'll last longer."

'𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩...𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 '𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢' 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚.' Connie puffed her cheeks at Steven's musing taunting. "You can't rush perfection."

"Is that why you took so long to get ready?"

"You take longer than I do, Universe."

Steven chuckled, "thought you didn't believe in perfection?"

"Eh, I don't, but there are some things that seem close enough, like this picture."

"And your butt."

She scoffed, "Wrong...My physique...all of me is.."

Connie took a moment to run his palm on the endowed breasts of her costume. "𝙇𝙞𝙢-"

Down the luscious curves of her muscular and toned torso and waist."𝙄𝙩-"

To the swell of her 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, robust, rump and thick, sturdy thighs and legs."𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨." and stuck out her tongue.

"Lucky I can't take your tongue right now," Steven responded, keeping his face as before though his grip on her hip was more prominent and entirely his own doing.

"I mean...If you want to lose...I can make it worth your while."

"I bet...But you love when I win."

"Not against me."

"𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

Connie found her body heat rising at the dominant tone, biting the back of her lip as she readied the camera again. She was leaning in slightly to his grip.

'𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩... 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝘽𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙮, 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙙...𝙈𝙮 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧; 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢... 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙛/𝙂𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜...𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚... 𝙐𝙨.'She smiled, snapping the picture, '𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩.' She giggled.

"Good shot? Steven asked, getting a nodding from Connie.

"You're so photogenic, Mister." Connie chuckled, "I might have to get you posterized."

"My little fangirl."

She kissed at his teasing, "come on, more poses..." she rubbed her chin before laying back flat, "Pin me down, Big Bisky."

Steven blinked, "Wha-"

"Hmm?" Connie arched her left brow," Did you just slip from character." She smiled," did I win our game just three shots in."

Steven sucked his teeth before crawling over to her and straddling her hips, placing his palms beside her head and looking down.

"so...what face am I supposed to make, Shutterberry." He teased as he saw the slightest maroon glow on her cheeks.

'Keep it together, Maheswaran!' Connie reprimanded herself mentally," Um, something...something... Desperate." She responded.

Steven's fingers trailed along her neck and onto her cheek, his eyes staring into hers as he leaned in closer, "How desperate?"

Connie's body was trembling

'𝙃𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!' Connie all but melted, but she shook her head; she was not gonna lose. "Deliriously so. I wanna see craze, frenzy, and madness. I wanna see raw delirium." Connie challenged, readying her camera.

"Alright, alright." Steven sighed as he leaned away from her face, moving one hand behind his head."What about a smile?"

Connie rolled her eyes but still tried to hold back the smile threatening to break through.

"Sure," she shrugged, "if it can match my prerequisites," she got him in her crosshairs, " whenever you're ready, show me a smile of frantic madness."

"Bet... Watch." Steven smirked slightly before tilting his head, thinking for a moment before running his hand through his hair; his eyes closed as he focused on the thought in his head. He cracked one eye open and laughed as he imagined what he wanted the picture to look like.

Connie, for all her professionalism, snorted while taking the picture.

Her Mister was just adorbs and animated, but Connie knew Steven could do better. Though she had a sinking suspicion, he did it to make her lose their game and break from her professional persona.

'Good try...Which is why I'm keeping this hammy picture for myself.' She mused gently, "definitely going into my private pics." She giggled, taking the shot.

"Now, now, Maheswaran," Steven snickered, "you told me to give you frantic madness, didn't you?"

"I did, but-" Connie snapped another picture, getting a stunning blush from Steven, "you're just being adorable, but if you wanna win, you gotta blow me away...and you only have six shots left."

"Six shots." Steven mused, "you're not giving that shot back."

"Hey, you took a risk by being adorably hammy instead of awesomely photogenic." She chuckled," we can always try it again."

Steven nodded as Connie prepared to shoot again, getting into and conjuring the face he wanted.

The camera clicked, and she looked at the screen to see what came out of the other side of that facial expression. Her eyes widened as she looked at the screen and took in the image of Steven's face before letting out a small gasp.

The shot was perfect! She had caught him perfectly in that moment of pure craziness! He was smiling so widely she could have sworn he was trying to push it out of his face! She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the photo!

"Wow." Connie gulped," This is a fantastic shot!" She gasped as she looked at him again, watching him smile despite himself, "I didn't know you had this in you, Bisky."

"Wish it that good?"

"Yeah, it's that good!" She exclaimed, leaning up to poke at the screen, taking in every detail of the shot before looking to see Steven's reaction. "This...this is amazing, Steven!"

"Yeah?" He smiled, looking at the screen in surprise. "Wow...Just...wow...I never knew I could pull that off."

Connie giggled, "Surprise me too." She loved the shot, but Steven's reaction was her favorite part. His genuine surprise was so cute, and the look of pride made her heart skip.

"I don't know what to say," Steven said, stunned at his reaction.

"Maybe you should be a delirious mad hatter for Halloween, huh?" Connie teased.

"Hmm, Alice in Wonderland...or Gotham city?" Steven played," either way, you'll be my sweet Alice."

"So, either your tea party guest or your villainous moll?" She moved near, biting her lips.

"Both you would play very well, my dear...though you could be either as easily as the clothes you wear."

"and I'm sure any choice would make you mad as a hatter."

"Of course, it's you who's displaying the part, my precious berry of heart."

"Bars." She giggled as she cuddled against his chest as he sat back on his butt, his arm around her as he turned to face her.

"Now, now, Miss Maheswaran...we still have one challenge left." He reminded her.

"You're really gonna get me cuddling you again, aren't you?" She chuckled softly," I'm gonna have to put this in my favorites folder, aren't I?"

"Oop! look like someone's professionalism is slipping." Steven teased.

Connie looked up at him with a smile, "I think it's obvious who's going to win this round, Steven."

"Yeah, me." He smirked.

"Um? No, it was me."

"Um, excuse 𝙢𝙚! You broke first."

You're excused, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙮 𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡."

"Says the one who wanted me to feel them."

"I was just trying to get my model into a mindset," she huffed, tossing her head back, "strictly professional."

"Your trembling said differently, Berry Shake." He started, moving close to her face, pressing her nose to his.

"So did your tent..."

The two narrowed their eyes.

"Brat," Steven stated.

"Punk." Connie sneered

"Insomniac."

"Workaholic."

"Mad scientist."

"Vagabond."

"Minx."

"Hippy"

"Tease."

"Flirt."

"Bottom!"

"𝘽𝙤𝙏-𝘽𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙈!?" Connie gasped, wide-eyed.

"Ohh! He said, you the bottom Berry to his top Biscuit. He's getting saucy, ohh!" Alex, who was recording their whole interaction, instigated with a smile.

"What she said." Steven laughed as Connie puffed her cheeks, " Heart Bottom ." He teased the said bottom with a playful but prominent pinch.

Connie popped up with a peep, biting the back of her bottom lip as she blushed. She leaned to kiss him, cupping his cheeks, "I'll show you bottom! Rawr! "

Steven didn't have time to react as he was pounced on by a determined Connie, who bit his collar, rubbed his scalp, and massaged his gem, all while bucking and belly dancing against his body.

Leaving him helplessly melted and pink.

"Ohh!" Alex applauded the duo, "she's dominating Biscuit now! She got him in the palm of her hand!"

"f-f-fair play." Steven stuttered, his eyes locked on Connie's "that's p-p-pressure...oh...that's a lot of pressure..." He bit his lips, slowly succumbing to the affectionate punishment.

"Oh, you're so sweet and soft when you're like this," Connie whispered, rubbing his gem as she nibbled on his ear, "like cotton candy. My cotton candy boy, riii~iight?'"

"I'm... I'm not soft. " Steven challenged as he shivered.

"Oh..."Connie pressed her upper left leg between his, "𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬." She purred, "still mush though...I love it!" She replied with a heated bundle of kisses behind his ear, " So cute. And soft. Cotton candy boy."

'𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧...𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.' He thought, melting into her pleasure.

"Whose the bottom?" She added, blowing in his ear and evoking a hum.

That was until the feel of Steven's fingers trailing up and down her back, waist, and curve of her hip, making her move, not unlike a cat or fox.

"You are." he snarled, enjoying her reaction.

Connie was in bliss, feeling her Nerves ignite. He knew exactly how to touch her.

But Connie wasn't one to go without a fight. With an embarrassing blush, she dug deep, moving close to his ear.

"𝘼𝙧𝙖~𝙖𝙧𝙖..."

She watched as Steven's skin turned Pinker, and his eyes widened as he stared at her.

And licked his fangs into existence.

"Uh-oh." Connie started before laughing as he pinned her under him. She was gulping in anticipation, her eyes once again on them amazing fangs, on her fantastic Mister.

Steven smirked, nuzzling his nose in her neck gently, grazing his fang on her collar. Feeling her tremble and hearing her quiet whimpers as she instinctively offered her neck.

"Whose the bottom? "

Connie puffed her cheeks... But God, she wanted him to bite her.

'𝘼𝙝 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨.' She mused, kissing his ear.

" I am ... " she purred before groaning with pleasure as his jaw took her to her mental palace of pleasure.

'𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠.' Alex mused, watching the two snog, bite, kiss and treasure each other in their own way.

#connie maheswaran #fighting flirty #steven universe future #su connie #su steven #su au flghting flirty #heartberry #connverse #mister #steven universe #chapter update #fic update #fighting flirty canon #fighting flirty lore #❤️🍓: we're baaaaccckkk!!!

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 5 months

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Fighting Dirty

Aziraphale knows exactly what’s happening: Hell has sent up a devilishly attractive demon to tempt him into sinning against God. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Crowley’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. Crowley knows exactly what’s happening: Heaven has sent down a divinely beautiful angel to dazzle him into revealing Hell’s plans. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Aziraphale’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. (Or: an angel and a demon spend 6000 years each convinced the other one is a honey trap)

Length: 9,316 words

AO3 Rating: Mature

Best for: Pick-me-up, Safe in Public, Comedy

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by curtaincall

*Minor Spoilers* Short, cute, and flirty! Crowley and Aziraphale both believe the other is purposefully trying to seduce them. Of course that’s not true, but they’re not called ineffable idiots for nothing. Silly little through the ages story, that doesn’t just reiterate scenes we already know. I love seeing you guys put these blockheads in situations. Shout out to grapes! This is not explicit so it’s perfectly safe in public.

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#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens fic rec #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #Fighting Dirty #curtaincall #short #through the ages #flirty #pick me up #comedy #canon timeline #safe in public #no flames

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blujaydoodles · 1 year

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highly flirtatious bard meets avid people-watcher with 9 charisma

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #character art #illustration #tiefling #bard #gnome #rogue #comic #I dunno that this is canon (at the very least I know felix wouldn't actually phrase that Like That lmao)#but I couldn't get it out of my head until I drew it #limerick's a belly dancer but he also seduces rich people (as his player has delicately put it)#felix fighting for his life trying to figure out how to say that he's not a potential client without sounding rude or judgemental #and also acutely aware that 'no I was just watching you' is usually received Really Badly by people jgdfhkjd #someone-- looking at this colorful loud flirty tiefling and this very quiet unassuming gnome: so... HOW did you two become friends...?#felix- completely sincerely: you know I'm not sure #limerick #my OCs #felix #dungeons and doodles #uncertain reality

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mitchievousness · 2 years

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I FINALLY FINISHED READING TGCF AND HOOOO MY DIANXIA I AM GOING FERAL OVER THESE MARRIED IDIOTS FKSJDFLJHFKDGG

#how did i manage to read 5 books in the span of two weeks while having classes you ask? by not sleeping of course ((-:#i rlly thought the fandom was just exaggerating when they make hc super flirty BUT I WAS SO WRONG #HUA CHENG HAS ABSOLUTELY NO SHAME WHEN ITS ABOUT HIS GEGE AND I SUPPORT HIM 100%#literally spent 800 years devoted to lie xian at his best and at his worst moments even tho lx didnt even recognize him im gonna fuckin cry #also as much as i love hc ngl that cave in mt tong'lu? kinda creepy there crimson rain sought flower... fx and mq were kinda valid there #aaaa i really wanted more resolution on the xianle trio's relationship ESPECIALLY the shit that happened in book4 but i guess #'i really wanted to be your f-f-f-f-friend' over a lava pit while fighting stupid plague mask is closure enough :')#OH YOU KNOW WHO DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH CLOSURE?! SHI QINGXUAN #MY BELOVED WINDMASTER AND GENDERFLUID GOD ICON #HOW DARE THEY JUST NOT SHOW US THE WHOLE HX/SQX RESOLUTION WTF!!!!#i've been fooled by the fandom hhhh i thought it was like canon or smthn considering how popular the ship was and when i read the book i wa #like wtf???? this is really messed up holy shit ???? it wasnt even either of their faults it was fucking swd bc he loved his brother but #ended up messing up hx's life like what??? sqx didnt even know abt it and then hx went and deceived them and now my heart is BROKEN #but then he returned his fan at the end so i???? just need some resolution PLEASE i need a 50kwords fix it fic RIGHT NOW #aaaa also yessss im so excited to be able to read fics now without the fear of being spoiled fhkshfks #next up im finally gonna read mo dao zu shi but maybe after like 2 weeks bc i need some time to fully bask in tgcf first hehe #THEN REN ZHA FANPAI ZIJIU XITONG #yes im gonna read all of mxtx's novel series in the wrong order oops sjhfkfghfj #tgcf read

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 7 months

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not me sitting here and realizing silvio/rio is basically jonah/luka all over again ....... except i didn't remain on the same team this time 💀

...damn them tags went crazy

#tbf i also think it's bc of the aforementioned rio/emma canon pov i have but also he's possibly *too* sweet for me?#seeing as i tend to go for yukimura/ieyasu/silvio/yves/isaac types and all ..haha🫠#i still laugh at how much jonah has in common with other characters i really like (ex yves/silvio)#and yet somehow i still went for luka so hard i fr brotherzoned him 99% of the time #...... the 1% is like for his bday and event stuff that *occasionally* got to me.........#insert 'you are not immune to subby jonah bday art' meme here .......... 🥵#ok anyway im feeling vvvv unhinged and hyper rn and i should prpb not just keep rambling off adrenaline rn #just thought the comparisons were funny #bc neither pair can be in the room without fighting most of the time #but after having just done jonah's route im like...... extra heart eyes at luka rn #pretty ironic innit #same w silvio in rio's route bc i just *knew* it wasn't what it looked like ..... had faith & it paid off for once ajsjejjf #dalim arthur & nokto occasionally pull me in and im like ah feck not immune to the rizz still.. got it #my switch games have followed similar tropes i like too tho. the tsuns; friends to lovers; the more casual li's .....#and yet i still end up liking silvio/marius dynamics where they're like flirty bickery protective yet head over heels kfjdjdjf

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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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Mom and Dad are fighting on Christmas 🎄⛄🖤

Miguel O'Hara x wife reader

TW: MINORS DNI, angst, relationship and marriage troubles, fighting, insecurity, jealousy, postpartum, talk of divorce, mild smut at the end (p in v, idk to me it's mild, I've seen worse) word count 3.3k

Credit to the gif owner keezinemugstudent! 🙏🏽

Synopsis: your marriage to Miguel is on the brink of collapse. He wakes up and tries to fix it on Christmas. Jerry Maguire inspired. 😁

Valentine's Day spinoff sequel

I tried to write something angsty. Hope everyone had/is having a good holiday season! ⛄

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Miguel's in the doghouse and he knows it. You requested a separation after you reached your limit. The kids were sick in the weeks following Thanksgiving and before Christmas and he spent the whole time working late and coming home at suspicious hours in the morning, leaving you drowning. You and the kids were piled in yours and Miguel's bed when you'd hear him come home, the front door closing and his familiar footfalls dredging down the hall, pausing only at the fridge before passing out on the couch. Oh you hated him right now. The resentment had creeped in and poisoned the marriage inside and out when he became exceedingly obsessed with work.

Protecting the stability of the multiverse was a huge undertaking, but, like all things in his life, Miguel took it to the next level. But when it came to his personal life, he was grievously lacking. The passion where you two would do it twice a day and couldn't keep your hands out of each other's pants? Ancient history. The small pecks you'd trade in the mornings were a thing of the past. Gone were the days you two would text all day and go out for dates. You didn't so much as get an "on my way home" text, instead letting the sound of his car pulling in the driveway be your confirmation of his return. You two were more roomates at this point than husband and wife.

Traditionally, on Christmas Eve after the kids went to bed, you two would take that time for each other, eating the cookies for Santa that were conveniently your favorite kind, placing the presents you two carefully shopped for and wrapped (well, mostly you wrapped), under the tree. A hysterical giggle would escape your lips at the milk mustache on Miguel's face. Then you'd two get busy on the floor in front of the fireplace, fighting back laughter as you tried to keep your moans down, every year struggling a little bit more than before because your knees weren't what they used to be before taking it to your bedroom for one more round before the chaos of Christmas morning began.

He was perfect in the beginning. The romance between you two used to be at an all time high. He was a nerd in the same friend circle when you knew him in high school, wickedly smart, the guy who won the Robotics and Math Olympiad comps and got visits from Ivy League college STEM departments, eager to scoop up his talent. Sure, he was cute, but when he went to college is when you heard he had a major glow up and became kind of cocky. You heard about how he became Spider-Man and was pretty much the greatest thing since sliced bread in the eyes of the people, saving lives and fighting villains and all. You knew how the opposite gender seemed to malfunction and forget how to act around him, so you stifled away your tiny crush you had on him for years in the smallest crevice in your brain in a forgotten folder, never thinking it'd see the light of day.

When you saw him at your high school reunion, you decided to be brave and remark on how they're playing Nickelback, which he shrugged and said he actually enjoyed them, to which you sheepishly admitted that you really enjoyed them deep down too, you just couldn't resist making yourself the person to talk shit, since there's always gotta be one hater when Nickelback comes on. A canon event, if you will. This earned a tiny side smile from him, a chink in his stoic armor. After 8 beers, some flirty jests, and a little backseat rendezvous in his car, that became the last night that you two spent apart.

You were a single mom and he was a single dad. He had Gabi who was now 10 and you had Marcus who was now 6. Then you two had little Anthony together who was now 2. At first he was at all the doctors appointments, all the parent teacher conferences, he knew what the kids were doing in school. He did bed times every night, reading in a silly voice with Gabi and Marcus both balancing on his lap while you rocked baby Anthony, smiling when you heard the kids giggling from the other room. You'd walk in after baby Anthony fell asleep in his crib, your heart melting as you saw this handsome giant of a man usually known to be cold and serious to everyone else, turn into the doting husband and loving father you knew him to be. Now, years of the monotony of every day life, pressures of raising a family, and the dying egalitarian attitude you two had as partners snowballed into your own version of Gottman's four horses, leading your marriage to Miguel into apocalypse.

At first, he welcomed the separation as you two battled in the kitchen.

"You wanna separation, fine, I'll do you one better. I'll fucking leave! Felicia's better company anyway," he smirked.

There wasn't real truth behind his statement, but he knew it would hurt you when you heard it. He'd be lying if he said Felicia wasn't an attractive woman, but, she simply wasn't you. He had learned his lesson on cheating years ago when he fumbled his relationship with Gabi's mother.

Ouch. But his words could be daggers when he wanted them to be, and he knew just how to twist them into you. Of course it was Felicia. Felicia, the gorgeous Black Cat recruit from work. Her silvery hair that halted midway down her back and startling blue eyes that could drown any man in them. She didn't have kids either, a life with her promised excitement, passion, and freedom. She was witty and funny and had a way of making anyone in her vicinity listen when she spoke. And to add insult to injury, she had a killer body.

After giving birth, you became so busy, and with reassurance from Miguel that you were still beautiful to him, you let your desire to get your body to "snap back" sit on the back burner. Signs of motherhood and postpartum marked you with purple stripes running vertical on your soft belly and a new plushness to your thighs. Basically, Felicia was a complete 180 from the woman you were, which made the sting of his words that much more unbearable. He took your vulnerabilities and threw them in your face.

"Oh so you admit it, finally! I know there was something going on between you two. Makes sense. She's a gorgeous woman, right? She can fucking have you then. What, are you in love with her?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, annoyed with the superficialness of your statement and your obsession with looks, despite him reassuring you many times that he wouldn't look at other women.

"I'm not in love with her, but she doesn't nag me all the fucking time like you do. I bust my ass every day for this family so you don't have to work. I don't know who this new woman is that I'm looking at right now and what she's done with my wife, but it's not the woman I fell in love with. It would be nice if you could show me a little appreciation once in a while."

You felt your blood pressure rise.

"Appreciation.... APPRECIATION, are you fucking kidding me?! I was up all goddamn night with Gabi and Marcus. I run this fucking household all by myself. I quit my fucking career to stay home and raise your kids. Do you not understand how lonely that is?"

"I'M LONELY!!! " he yells, triggered, the feelings bottled up, fizzed over and hurtled at you like a cork on a champagne bottle. "How do you think I feel? I got women at work practically throwing themselves at me but I don't do anything about it because I'm a good husband. Meanwhile, my own wife doesn't wanna fuck me. I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house."

Your eyes almost slipped from their sockets from rolling them so hard. He seemed to want a cookie and a gold star for just being loyal, the bare minimum.

"Oh, so you wanna fuck them? Go ahead! Maybe I'd fuck you if you actually gave a shit about me and not like I'm some damn fleshlight you use to get off!" You hurl back.

He left and checked into a hotel down the street.

A few weeks had passed and it was now Christmas. You were getting used to being separated but your heart still ached in your chest. You couldn't go on doing life, when the one person you did life with was nowhere to be found. You couldn't listen to your favorite songs, eat your favorite foods, or even look at your own children without being reminded of him. Gabi was his spitting image. Same with Anthony. Even Marcus, who was his stepson, started adopting Miguel's mannerisms. The way he'd scratch his head while he did his math homework, deep in concentration.

It was Christmas evening at your mom's. You joined the other women in your family, your non-politically correct Aunt, your soft spoken sister-in-law, your mother with a don't-try-me attitude, and your younger sister with a sass to rival your mother's. You were all complaining about the men in your lives, your aunt rattling off about her 3 ex husbands but, 'hey she collects alimony from two of them so she can't complain!', your younger sister complaining about the frat guys at college who just wanna get in your pants, your sister in law who's silent the whole time (your brother treats her like a queen), and your mom about your asshole dad with an erratic mother who was incapable of cutting the apron strings and made her life a living hell. The kids are laughing and playing in the basement, eagerly trying out their new Nintendo Switch Santa left under the tree.

"I'm here for my wife."

Your feminine council meeting is interrupted by an unwelcome masculine figure. It's your estranged husband, Miguel, the coffee-colored strands of hair that hung over his forehead starting to wet from the snowflakes that melted under the warmth of the room as he stepped inside, a look of regret and longing embedded in his eyes that you hadn't seen since your earliest days of knowing him.

His strong hands dangled at his sides in fists, his chest heaving up and down. His navy blazer bearing dark water stains from the melted snow. He had a revelation at work. He and Peter B. stopped an anomaly that was terrorizing the streets of Queens in Peter's universe. The battle was close, almost a little too close to where he lived, putting MJ and Mayday in direct danger. After the job was done, the moving and emotional reunion between Peter B., MJ, and Mayday was his epiphany.

As the little family reveled in their joy and relief of evading the ultimate disaster, the only thing there for Miguel at the point of his return was the inanimate, empty, thin walls of his apartment and the thoughts of you, his severed family, that inevitably haunted him. He needed you back. He needed to apologize and fix it now.

He ran from your house to your mom's in the snow and all. It was the first Christmas Eve he spent not in between your thighs and buried deep inside you. It was the first Christmas morning he didn't wake up to Gabi's blueberry pancakes and Marcus tackling him while Anthony screamed in delight. It was going to be the first Christmas night without his family by his side, an uncomfortably obvious empty seat at the table he rightfully belonged. Next to you.

Sometimes you don't know the value of something until it's gone. Sometimes life gets in the way and you forget to appreciate the person in front of you. Why did I treat my wife like garbage when all she ever wanted was for me to ask how her day was? Why were we on our way to winding up like both sets of our parents? Doomed to repeat the cycle of divorce and hurt. Doomed to lose your faith in love and marriage like all the maternal figures in your family before you did.

Now here he was, in the living room while your mom, sister, and aunt moved towards each other, eyes squinting, three pitbulls willing to jump in on your behalf while your sister in law just stayed frozen in place. He was in enemy territory and he needed to choose his words carefully.

"Not here Miguel..."

"YES here. Right now." He says in a firm voice. "You're not getting rid of me, woman."

You scoff, almost amused by his sudden urgency and painting you like you're the one who wanted this family to be broken apart.

"The kids are downstairs..." you start to say, hoping that the mention that innocent ears could be prying into the adult conversation would help him simmer down.

"I'll see them in a minute." He says flatly.

"I miss my wife...."-he chokes on the last word, wife.

"And I want her to come home." He knew at any time his words would give way to the reservoir of tears built up behind it.

You stood there, incredulous.

"I don't want to come home to an empty apartment. I don't want my own bed. I'm ashamed it took me losing you and the kids for me to wake up. And, I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to be better. To be a better man for you and the husband that you needed. We both got caught up in real life and focused on the kids so much that we lost each other. Well, this is me trying to find my way back."

Your lips parted slightly as your breathing became heavier. This was all you ever wanted to hear him say. Stop neglecting the love between you two that laid dormant, a plant starved of sunshine. For him to finally shake off the stubborn shackles that was his ego and express himself to you. Let him allow you back into his heart, no longer as a guest, but a permanent resident.

"You're... you're everything to me. And I'm not leaving here tonight until you let me know if you'd allow me the opportunity to get hurt by you again," a tear rolled down his cheek, his scarlet eyes yearning, his hands pining for the feel of you. As though the madness of not having you alone could stop his heart from beating, stop his world from turning, rearrange life as he knew it into a hollow existence not worth seeing.

Your own reservoir could not be held back any longer and started to roll down your cheeks. He managed to peel back the walls you built with his apology, revealing the woman underneath who just missed her husband.

He steps closer to you now, eager to bridge the rest of the space between your bodies.

"You still love me?" he asked softly.

Your chest heaves, shoulders raising then falling sharply, feeling yourself crack with exasperation under his burning gaze as you softly answer,

"Never stopped."

He grabs you and pulls you into him, his embrace is tight as though you'd disappear if he dared to break it. He tangles a hand in your hair and presses his cheek into your head, his eyes closed, drinking in the scent he'd been away from for weeks. You bury your face in his chest, trying to make yourself small and allowing his frame to swallow you whole, not minding his wet shirt and blazer that still have a slight chill on them from the storm outside, allowing your body heat to seep into his. You both began to rock back and forth a little bit, still locked inside your hug. It was as though the passing of time had evaporated and it was only you two in the room, nevermind your family witnessed the whole thing.

After several long moments, you pull apart and he offers you one of his dazzling smiles, one you hadn't seen in months. The kids have made their way upstairs and shriek with excitement when they see their dad and Miguel bends down to scoop them up. You smile and stand beside your mom who scoops you into a side hug. With her blessing, Miguel stays and celebrates the rest of Christmas with you and your family.

Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are now all tucked in. The sugar from the chocolate they consumed all day had worn off, making them crash hard in their beds. You and Miguel are cuddled up on the couch watching the fireplace, taking some needed time as a couple. You stroke his strong arms that are wrapped around you with your fingertips, watching the way the flames leap and spark in the air when they crackle against the charred wood. You look up at him and feel a wave of desire wash over you that you had pent up for months as you study his chiseled features and the way the fire's glow highlights his skin.

"Should we end this Christmas with a bang?" You ask, pun fully intended.

Miguel looks at you tiredly, trying to act like that wasn't a witty remark but he lets out a chuckle. "I'd love to," he whispers.

He takes both your cheeks in his large hands and brings his lips to you immediately. They're soft and full. You feel yourself melting into him every time he sandwiches yours in between them. He reclines you backwards, slowly, until he's on top of you. He lets the weight of his body and hips come down on you little by little, making you arch your back, so your body can better receive him.

Once he lets you taste his tongue, you open your mouth wider, permitting him to deepen the kiss, tossing kindle onto the growing flame between you two, and it's not the one in your fireplace. You take your turn to dial up the heat, seizing his bottom lip in a gentle nip from your teeth, earning a low groan from Miguel and a tightened grip on your hair.

As you continue your steamy makeout session, he begins to hump gently against your clothed body, a nonverbal plea for the wet friction only the inside of you can provide.

After your frantic hands strip each other of your clothes, you've transitioned so you're straddling him in the lotus position, goosebumps popping up all over your skin as your bare body meets his, a high pitched gasp escaping you as you sink down onto him, his mouth falling open and his eyes shutting closed as he breathes in your ear,

"God, I missed you, baby."

You whine into his neck as you coil your fists in his hair. His hands fly to the soft flesh of your sides, using them to move you up and down, his haggard breaths making you weaker and weaker by the minute. You hum,

"I missed you even more."

The next move of his hips is harder than you anticipated, causing your brain to go fuzzy with pleasure.

"How much?" he exhales in a sultry tone.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you all week,"your tone turning into pleading as you feel yourself approaching your limit.

Miguel can't help but feel himself lose his mind a little bit at your words and at your reaction, sensing you won't be able to hold on much longer.

He lays you down, while still keeping himself inside. He slows down to a more sensual pace, breathing in the sight of your wild hair clinging to the couch cushions, evidence of him hitting you in all the right spots every time the inner corners of your eyebrows squinch upwards and your lips fall open.

His loving eyes burn with worship of your body and how well you're doing as he runs a thumb along your chin then pulls down your bottom lip, leans in and mumbles quietly into your mouth,

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. O'Hara."

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hollowdeath · 3 months

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tied down (hjp)

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader AU

summary: you and harry potter, the biggest flirt at hogwarts, have been secretly hooking up for weeks after playing hard to get. harry's been dragging his feet when it comes to making things official, so when his flirty tendencies get him in trouble, you decide to play him at his own game and win.

content warning: mentions of hooking up, toxic harry, alcohol, jealousy, angst. briefly edited, not book/movie/canon accurate.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: trying to write shorter blurbs between my longer requests, so please let me know if you like this! i also think it's my first sfw blurb, but trust that i'll be back w the smut in no time <3

harry was known to be a player around hogwarts. he definitely wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted, as he wasn't often rejected. girls seemed to fall for him before he even got the chance to flirt with them. however, that seemed to change when you came to hogwarts.

harry had immediately tried to hit on you, of course. but he knew there was something different about you right away. not only were you the prettiest girl he'd ever talked to, you were also the hardest to get.

you didn't fall for harry's tricks right away and saw through his act. at first you were a bit put off by his player attitude, but you thought he was cute, so you decided to keep him around to see how far he'd actually go for you. you weren't one to be charmed and dropped within a week. if harry really liked you, he'd have no problem working for you.

so, that's what he did. harry focused his attention on you, made time outside of his friends to be with you, and was actually starting to feel real feelings for you. with other girls there was just this instant attraction, which would then fizzle out after harry got what he wanted. with you, however, the feelings only got stronger the longer you kept him guessing. he found himself intrigued by your clever personality and completely enamored with your humor.

after a while of pining for you, you finally gave in to him a bit. it was hard to hold yourself back from something you also wanted, but it was worth making him fight for it.

harry had asked you to help him 'study', which of course meant you were actually working on your assignments while harry was drooling over you the entire time. you didn't mind for the most part, he can be pretty cute when he gets caught staring, but you weren't about to be the only one working.

"can't you focus on anything for more than 2 seconds?" you had asked harry with a laugh, turning to meet his gaze on you. you were sitting in the library in a secluded section, a dim light above your heads as the sun began setting outside of the windows next to you.

"you. all day." harry smirks, looking you up and down. you rolled your eyes, but harry saw the blush on your cheeks. "and you can't even do that without getting distracted." you tease him, smirking in return as you close your textbook.

"a guy runs into a pillar one time…" harry mumbles, annoyed. you're laughing at the memory, your hand covering your face. "it wasn't funny!" harry insists, but your laugh is making him crack a smile.

you look at him again, and he's enamored with the sight of you. giggling, blushing, the lighting so beautiful around you he swears he believes in angels now. you shake your head at him, still smirking and chuckling. "it was pretty funny." you told him, leaning towards him from laughing so hard in your seat.

"you're pretty." harry deadpans, his eyes searching you over and over. you really were pretty, prettier than harry could ever put into words.

you would normally roll your eyes or scoff at harry's attempt to flirt with you, but he wasn't flirting. he was being genuine. his eyes were honest and full of admiration for you in that moment.

so, you just leaned in and kissed him.

it was simple, sweet, and opened the gates to so much more over time. harry took it as an invite to start kissing you at random, intimate moments as well. nothing more than a kiss for a while, until you were the one to actually push it further by making out, giving harry love bites, touching over clothes, which then lead to touching under clothes…

within a few months you two were hooking up in secret nearly every week. harry had flings here and there before but never anything exclusive and extended like things have been with you. and while you found the secret hook ups to be exciting and fun at first, you didn't want to just be another girl on harry's roster. you were really starting to like him, and didn't want to see yourself get played.

whenever you tried to joke about becoming official, harry would laugh you off or ignore it completely. he knew it was starting to frustrate you, but he'd never been in a relationship before and he was afraid it wasn't what he really wanted. of course harry had feelings for you, feelings he's never felt for someone before, but he's always wanted to keep his options open. besides, he liked your casual hookups. was that so wrong of him?

he liked moments like right now, sitting across from you in the gryffindor common room, hanging out with a few friends and giving each other knowing looks between conversations. while everyone around you knew you two were definitely flirty towards one another, nobody really knew how much time you spent together. not just hooking up, but all the times the other has stayed the night talking for hours until the morning, or all the private study dates alone in the back of the library. you guys were definitely more than friends with benefits, but harry never acted like it when other people were around. he could tell you were starting to find it annoying rather than flattering.

your friends had been talking about a party someone was throwing that weekend when a couple girls walked through the room on their way out to leave. "guess i should start asking around for a date then, huh? what about you, you seem fun." harry's friend called towards one of the girls. they both turned to him, looked at each other, and laughed, making you laugh to yourself.

"what? i clean up nice!" he tried to redeem himself. the girls scoffed at him. "yeah, right," one of them said sarcastically. "yeah," the other said, still giggling as she looked towards harry. "besides, i'd rather go with your friend." she says in a flirtatious voice.

a few of your friends give you a side eye, but you just smirk and look at harry, waiting for his response. he glanced at you before looking at the girl and laughing nervously. his friend laughed heartily. "i don't think he's available that night..." he said, turning his head towards you.

harry throws his hands up defensively, a smirk on his face as he looks the girl up and down. "hey, you never know. i could be." he says with a chuckle. more eyes are drawn to you as you look at him with a curious expression.

"call me then." the girl says with a wink before leaving with her friend, giggling the entire way out the door.

there's a silence in the air as everyone looks between you and harry. he sees everyone's concerned eyes and becomes confused. "what?" he asks with a laugh.

you scoff at him, amused at his confusion. "what was that?" you asked, your tone still playful as you gesture to where the girls were. "what? it was a joke!" harry says, his hands raised in defense again. you click your tongue and roll your eyes, an evil smirk growing on your face. "oh, come on, [y/n]," harry says with an exasperated voice, leaning back in his seat.

"i don't know, harry, that was cold." harry's friend says with a nervous laugh. "yeah, [y/n]'s sitting right here." one of your friends reminds him.

you look back at harry, who's now rolling his eyes. "i was kidding. besides, we never said we were going together," he argues, pointing in your direction. all eyes fall back on you as a few "ooh"s are let out under breaths. you cross your arms, still giving harry that same evil smirk.

he looks at you again, his eyes softening at your expression. "stop, i'm not–""no, you're right. we never said that," you interrupt him with a sarcastic, knowing tone in your voice.

harry gave you a look, knowing what you were doing. "you never know, i could still find a date," you tell your friends, who start laughing with you. harry's friend looks towards him nervously, but his eyes were narrowed in on you. "right, harry?" you ask him innocently.

harry's tongue runs across his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise just from thinking about you with another guy. however, he's not about to let you have the upper hand in front of everyone just like that. "yeah, sure. i could too." he says coldly.

still smirking, you nod your head and stand from your seat on the couch. "perfect, guess we gotta go find me a dress, yeah?" you ask your friends who eagerly jump up to join you on a shopping trip. on your way out, you wave a casual goodbye towards harry without another word.

harry's friend hits his shoulder, laughing at him. "you fucked up," he tells him. harry shrugs him off. "whatever, we're not even dating. besides, she won't actually bring another guy." harry tries to convince himself, still staring at the door. "if you're not dating then why would you care, mate?" harry's friend's still laughing at his misery when harry gets up to go to his room.

harry doesn't hear from you the rest of the week, and gets incredibly anxious the night of the party thinking you actually might show up with a date. by the time he's on his way with a few friends, all he wants is a drink to calm his nerves. because, well, so what if you showed up with a guy? you weren't his girlfriend, and that's how harry wanted it, right?

"nervous about something, harry?" one of them asked, snickering with the others. "shut the fuck up." harry snaps, only making them laugh harder at him. "lighten up, mate. just shag someone else tonight and get over it." another teased him. harry just stayed quiet and ignored their taunts.

harry's already finished with his first drink before he notices you entering the room. you looked fucking incredible. the dress, the hair, the makeup, everything was perfect. any other time he would've been thrilled to see you so dolled up, but he knew you only did this tonight to spite him. you knew exactly what you were doing and you were doing it well.

you were laughing with a few friends and getting your first drink when you spotted harry, already staring you down. you instantly smirked and gave him a look from head to toe before turning away and following your friends to the other room to dance.

harry followed as well, his friends joining behind him to find girls to dance with. the music was too loud to think, but harry's mind was racing watching you sway your hips to the song as you joined the crowd of dancing students. he tried to keep an eye on you but you disappeared into the sea of faces.

"just have fun, mate." one of harry's friends yelled to him over the music, patting him on the shoulder. harry gave him a half smile, nodding in his direction. he was right. if you were going to be like that, harry could play along too. he was the player first, anyway.

scanning the rest of the room, harry finds a decently pretty girl on the edge of the crowd and begins talking her up. he's only half-interested in the conversation with the clearly tipsy girl, his eyes still searching the room to find you again.

he's about to give up and go looking for you when you suddenly come into his view, only a few feet away. you were dancing in front of some guy, he looked like a kid in harry's eyes. you were chatting with him, your hands messing with the bottle in your hand as your hips continued to sway. you weren't even close to him or seemed to be flirting with him at all, but just seeing you with another guy looking as good as you did made harry's fists clench.

you glanced in his direction and he immediately turned to the girl in front of him and began laughing, nodding his head to the music, pretending he never saw you. once harry felt your gaze drift away, he looked back, and you were gone.

sighing, harry says his goodbyes to the drunk girl and gets another drink for himself, chugging half of it before coming back up for air. he stands by the table for a minute trying to let his heart rate slow before hearing your laugh entering into the room.

harry turns and sees you saying your goodbyes to a different guy than the one from before, some tall kid with terrible posture that harry could easily take on. as he leaves the room, it's just you and harry next to the drinks. you turn and see him, a surprised smile on your face. "hi," you say politely, stepping around him to grab another drink.

"how long were you planning on torturing me, exactly?" harry asked you, sounding angrier than he meant to. you just chuckled to yourself, a confused look on your face as you removed the cap from your next bottle. "what do you mean?" you asked innocently.

harry let out an angry huff, staring at you with his jaw set. "you know exactly what you're doing." harry deadpans. you look at him knowingly, taking a swig of your drink before shrugging. "i'm just having fun." you told him with a smirk. "yeah, i can see that." harry spits out. you're clearly reveling in his jealousy which is only frustrating him further.

he looks you up and down once more and can hardly contain himself. your skin looks so soft, and you smell even better than you look. he's never seen you in such a short dress and it's driving him insane knowing it's not just for him. don't these losers staring at you know harry's the only one that's seen what's under this dress? that he knows all your favorite spots to be kissed, your weaknesses, your fantasies? that he's been fucking pining over you for months to get your attention?

speaking of losers, another one comes into the room and walks straight up to you, ignoring harry like he was never there. "hello, beautiful," he said in a voice that made harry aggressively roll his eyes, turning his head to look away, his hands balling into fists again.

"saw you on the dancefloor and figured i'd ask for a song," he invites you, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. "you've got every eye on you tonight, yeah?" the loser says, causing harry to lick his teeth and turn his angry stare back to you.

you were smiling at the guy politely, too politely for harry's taste, before turning him down gently. "no problem, maybe i'll win you over later." he says with a wink before leaving, never acknowledging harry once.

you looked back at harry with a smug smile. "really? i'm right here." he says incredulously, throwing his hands up. you can't help but laugh. "doesn't feel good, does it? at least i rejected him." you make your point with raised eyebrows, taking another drink.

harry sighs, the anger subsiding as he sets his drink down. "look, it was a bad joke, okay? i wanted to come with you this whole time, and i think you know that." he says with a pout. you just continue smirking. "i know." you say simply.

"then why? why are you doing this to me?" harry begs, a hint of anger still present behind his guilt. you laugh again, and it only makes harry more confused and upset. "just enjoy yourself, harry." you tell him, patting his shoulder like his friend did earlier as you left behind him.

harry downs the rest of his drink and half of his third before returning to the room with the music, seeing a few of his friends dancing with some random girls. as harry walks through the crowd, a girl grabs him by the shoulders and begins dancing with him to the beat of the music. harry looks at her, looks around, and sees you to his right.

dancing with yet another guy.

this time he was holding your hand as you swayed your hips to the music, watching you with a hunger in his eye. harry's rage immediately returned. he looked down at the girl who grabbed him and pulled her closer to him, moving his hips to the beat with her. after a moment he looked back at you and caught your eyes for just a second before you returned to dancing.

harry continued to move with the girl half heartedly in an attempt to get your attention for a few minutes before he saw you heading for the front door with your friends. just as harry broke away from the dancing girl to follow, a completely different guy cut him off to chase you out of the room.

harry could physically feel himself succumbing to his anger as he stomped towards the door. he entered the hallway and saw you standing just a few feet away, your back turned as your friends were dying laughing beside you.

as harry approaches, he sees the guy that just followed you out now in front of you, clearly drunk, asking you repeatedly if you'll give him your number. you're saying, "no, i'm sorry, no, thank you, though," with an uncomfortable laugh, trying to turn him down gently.

the guy literally drops to his knees in front of you, his hands in yours, begging for your number. "please, please, just gimme a chance, you're so–" he gets interrupted by a burp. "so pretty," he chokes out.

your friends are giggling amongst themselves before harry walks up to the guy, stunning them into silence. "she said no, fucking tosser," harry's voice bellows, picking the guy up by his collar from his knees. "now leave my girlfriend alone, yeah?" harry growls into his face before throwing him towards the door. the guy flips harry off before stumbling back into the party.

your friends gasp and laugh to themselves again, telling you they're gonna go before running off down the hall together giggling the entire way.

harry's breathing heavily, his fists still clenched staring at the door. "girlfriend?" your curious voice perks up behind him.

he turns to you, smiling at your shocked expression. his hands relaxed, as well as his mind. "yes, my girlfriend." he says matter-of-factly, taking a step towards you to put a hand on your waist. "i don't want any other guy looking at you the way they did tonight ever again. okay? you win. you're mine." harry says possessively, his hands gripping you closer to him.

you sighed. "i wasn't trying to make you mad tonight, i just wanted you to see that you're not the only one with options." you tell him smugly, your arms wrapping around his neck. "i want to be taken seriously, harry. that's all i ever wanted from you." you say genuinely, your eyes searching his.

harry looks down at you and smiles, admiring you for a moment. "you're all i've wanted since the moment i saw you," he admits, resting his forehead against yours. "i love you, [y/n]."

you smile, leaning in to kiss him softly. "i love you too, harry."

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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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hear me out— crazy and openly flirty! reader with her crazy and jealous bf Miles 42. Expand on that however you want

Okay so I had a thought...

A/n: Keep requesting fics as always. I’m not gonna be as active but I’ll post as often as I can bc I’m going on vacation for a week but idk, ill prolly still post a ton 💀

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied murd3r, you being a flirt and Miles being crazy asf, lmk if I forgot some

It seemed like a pretty normal day, you were designing some stuff for one of your classes and y/f/n(your crush/friend) decided to tag along. Y’all weren’t that close but everyone could tell there were sparks between you two, even more so than your boyfriend Miles.

Everyone(even y/f/n) knew that you two were dating and were happy but they still interfered. People claimed you were a slut and you were insane and you were forcing Miles into a relationship even though, people close to y’all claimed it to be the opposite. You never really broke the habit of flirting for fun and this pissed Miles off to no end:

“Y/n he thinks you’re single” Miles would say

“Well I’m not. I’m just naturally flirty” you would defend

“You’re also beautiful mami and people want to take advantage of that” Miles said

“Well thats why I have you” you would say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss Miles

“Mmm he better watch himself, let’s just say that next time he pulls that shit, I might not be so nice"

Miles was a wonderful boyfriend but your exact opposite. Where you were bright, happy, always had a smile on your face and friendly; Miles was dark, nonchalant, cold and walked around like his opps were around the corner, about to kill you. You two shared a few things though, you were both crazy and possessive of each other. If Miles spoke to a girl you didn’t know, you would come over and kiss him, touch him, and flirt with him; making him flustered

“Miles, te necisito, papi” you would flirt while tilting your head and rubbing his lower back

“Oh! Who is this?” the girl asked, with a hint of venom in her voice

“I’m Y/n but you can call me his wife” you said, putting out your hand for her to shake

“Girl chill, we’re 16. He ain’t marrying you anytime soon” the girl clapped back

“You don’t know me.” Miles would say coldly to the girl

“And you won’t get the chance to” you would finish and smile at the girl

The girl walked away in a huff after that and Miles smirked at you:

“You jealous ma?"

“No. I just don’t want people pushing up on my man” you said

He chuckled and said:

“Don’t worry, Mami; I’m not feeling no one else but you."

After this little escapade; You and Miles had the mutual agreement to stop flirting with other people and you held up your end of that well until y/f/n came along and kept pressuring you to go out with them and give them a chance:

“You know, if you were with me, I’d never let you out of my sight. Anywhere you go, I’d go. Class? I’ll carry your books. Home? I’m right behind you. The Bathroom? I’m-“ they started

“You’re what? No. Go ahead and continue that sentence, I dare you” Miles said suddenly

“MILES!!! Thank God you’re here, I was so scared” you said, clapping your hands together like a prayer had been answered(because it had).

“Dude, chill; I was just joking. Y/n knows I’d never overstep like that, bro” y/f/n said, holding out a hand in an attempt to dap your boyfriend up

“I’m not your ‘bro’ homeboy, watch how you step, it might be your last if you keep fucking with my girl like that” Miles said taking a step towards the person. They were almost equal height but Miles was slightly taller(6’2 yes ik its not canon and idc)

It seemed like they would fight right there in the hallway with the way Miles was staring at y/f/n and while y/f/n was a bit intimidated, they weren’t backing down. They were another one of your victims of over-flirtation but unlike the others, they were persistent and tried the friend angle in order to get to you but they didn’t sound on your boyfriend being jealous and possessive. Eventually, they walked away and Miles pulled you aside:

“Don’t fucking talk to them again, you understand ma?” Miles said

“I understand. I am so so sorry, they just came up to me and cornered me.” you explained with watery eyes

“It’s fine, ma. Don’t let it happen again, tu entiendes?” he said, grabbing your chin to look him in the eye

“Si, papi. Te amo” you said

The next few days were quiet. Miles stayed closer than usual to you, y/f/n stayed away but they stared at you constantly and smirked at you. It was one faithful Saturday that would change all of that in a flash.

Miles was away doing Prowler stuff and you were designing possible suit, mask and gauntlet combos when you heard a knock on your dorm. You opened the door and were shocked to see y/f/n:

“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?"

“Uhm I should wait for Miles. He’ll be back shortly” you lied. Prowler shit took four hours min because Miles would carry stuff out in bulk so he could spend more time with you

“We can talk without him right?” Y/f/n said, pushing into your dorm. Your dorm mate was away for the weekend, visiting her parents in nantucket.

“Oh. I guess” You said

“so what you drawing?’ they asked

“stuff” you giggled

“Fuck I love your laugh.” they smiled

“um thanks” you replied

“a pretty laugh for a pretty girl” they said, grabbing your chin and staring at your lips

“thanks. You caught me at a bad time, I’m just about to go shower” you said pushing their hand away

“Oh can I join, haha?” they joked

“hahaha.” you said, silently praying Miles was outside your window witnessing all of this and waiting to strike

“You know, I’ve had a huge crush on you since you first came here? You were genuinely sweet and kind and pretty. Miles doesn’t know how lucky he is to have someone like you” They confessed, closing the gap between y’all

“Yeah but I can tell he appreciates me. He never makes me feel uncomfortable” you said with a hint of venom

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” they asked, approaching your lips

“Yeah, very” you said trying to back away. At this point, you were praying for a miracle when all of a sudden, you hear a slashing noise and see blood on your floor

“I told you to stay away from her. I gave you a warning, this is on you homeboy”

“Who are you?” they spluttered out.

A mask opened up and suddenly he appeared

“I’m Miles Morales, but you You can call me the Prowler. Right, Amor?” Miles looked at you

“Right, baby. You said, kissing your man as the person in front of you, fades away.

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcannons #miles morales #miles x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse fanart #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderverse #earth 42 #earth42!miles #earth42!miles smut #prowler!miles #foryou

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justporo · 7 months

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Hello! Very sorry if your post was rhetorical, but you asked for Astarion fluff and I had an idea. Since he's a canonical cay person, I like to think that a druid Tav would enjoy wildshifting into a cat and lounging in his lap, either acting as a heat source or letting him run his fingers through their fur when he's nervous or upset.

Anon, thank you so much. I immediately had a scene in my head and this was a true delight to write.

So now that I'm already crying from replying to that other Anon message (not their fault ofc), let's return to our regularly scheduled fluff, eh?

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You, Druid this time) Wordcount: 1,8k

Cats with Benefits

Sometimes it got all too much. Those were usually the moments you used your wild-shape abilities to shift into a cat and strolled off into the forest to have some moments of peace and quiet.

Today had been an especially exhausting day – the party had been fighting and bickering trying to figure out how to get through the Mountain Pass. The way was always steep and only loosely fixed, so you only made very slow progress and all of you were already completely exhausted came noon. So, you had decided that you’d take an additional rest midday when the sun was high and hot, adding to your already physically demanding hike.

You had put down your pack, went a few yards into the nearby patch of trees you had stopped at today to use their generous shade, and shifted into your usual form of a fluffy black cat and started to stroll around the small patch of forest. For some time you just wandered over fallen trees or through the underbrush, enjoying how differently it was to experience nature from the perspective of a feline creature. You loved it – it was almost like meditation for you.

The others didn’t know you wandered off like this sometimes. Or at least they hadn’t mentioned it. They wouldn’t leave without you and so far, you’d always gotten back to them in time. And as of late tension was high enough that everyone was pretty much occupied with just themselves, so they didn’t miss you.

After some time, you found a nice big rock in the sun on a clearing in the woods. Perfect for a cat to lounge on and take a nap. You jumped up, allowed yourself a long full body stretch and a big yawn and then rolled up into a ball of fur to enjoy the sun and some time alone.

As you laid there, your thoughts started to wander. You thought about your companions. You liked them, each and every one of them. Naturally, some more than others but you respected them all. But the path through the Mountain Pass had been a strain on all of you. And it really hadn’t helped that today everyone had just seemed on edge from the very first step on out.

Specifically, Astarion had been incredibly annoying today. Not being able to stop complaining about everything. Always replying with a sarcastic remark. To be honest, your relationship with him was probably the hardest and most formal of all thus far.

You had already realised that his flirty and sassy behaviour obviously were his coping mechanism for something deeply troubling, but by the Gods, it seemed he could never shut up. He was hand full at the best of times. Your furry ears started to twitch and the tip of your tail zig-zagged just thinking about it.

You tried to clear your mind then after your thoughts kept spiraling, hoping to relax enough that you could actually sleep a little.

But only shortly after your peace was broken.

“Well hello, who are you my beauty? A descendant of a mighty mountain lion? Rawr.”

No, it couldn’t be… The damned vampire had found you.

Of course he didn’t know it was you, but…

You opened one eye lazily and saw Astarion lean down to you, reaching out one hand to stroke you. Your jaws opened and you could already feel the hiss inside you rising to the top, but oh.

His touch was so gentle. His fingers softly stroked from the top of your head down your feline neck and back and you couldn’t resist leaning into his hand when he started again from the top.

“Someone likes that, hmm?”, Astarion said softly while petting what he received only as a wild but friendly cat.

Shifting into an animal also meant adapting some of their unique abilities and habits, so you couldn’t help when your feline body responded to the gentle touches by purring.

The vampire was positively intrigued when he heard that. As you opened your other eye you could see his big smile – a genuine one. You had never seen him smile like that. “Seems like someone’s just as touch-starved and desperate for some comfort as me”, he whispered while continuing his pets. That made your ears perk up and you immediately felt for the pale elf. Questions filled your mind about his unknowing revelation.

But you had barely any time to ponder them because suddenly the vampire scooped you up into his arms and sat down in front of the boulder you had laid down on. You yelped – or rather meowed at the sudden change of position.

Astarion moved carefully with your cat self in his arms until he was laying in the grass, legs angled, and you snuggled up against his chest. Since he had donned his armour and was only in his camp clothes you could feel his body, beneath your own.

This was incredibly weird and would probably end up with an awkward revelation but – you couldn’t deny that it was also very delightful.

“We can be cuddle buddies, my beauty, at least for an afternoon. So we can both get some much needed affection, hm?”, Astarion whispered to you. His red eyes looked so sad saying that. Whatever you had started to think about to get out of this situation evaporated. Suddenly, you only wanted to keep him company – it seemed he desperately needed it.

And the way he unknowingly had started opening up to you: it was a good albeit saddening look on him. You wanted to provide some comfort it that was what he seeked.

Also, it felt incredibly good to lay there on your new vampiric stone, soaking up the sun together while Astarion carefully continued petting you: scratching behind your ears, stroking down your back with both hands, even when he tickled one of your paws with a single finger. And you couldn’t stop purring. That bastard knew exactly what to do to keep the purrs coming.

Then after a while he just laid there with you, hands on your soft and shiny fur. He sighed: “I wish I could take you with me. You seem to like me. At least more than my other companions.”

Your ears perked up again, you looked at him but he had his eyes closed, head lolled back to enjoy the warming sunlight.

“Especially, Tav”, Astarion continued with another sigh “I wish I knew a way how to change that.”

That was it. You couldn’t in good faith continue to lay there with him as he offered up his innermost feelings. You got up and jumped off the vampire’s chest who got up on his elbows looking sad by your departure. You sat there and shortly pondered if you should just leave, keeping your secret. But you couldn’t, you needed him to know – and also have some words with him.

You changed back into your humanoid form, making Astarion scurry back from you, eyes wide with shock.

“Hi Astarion”, you whispered as you knelt beside him.

“You – what? How? Oh, I knew your eyes looked familiar!” His voice rose several octaves and you kept silent as his mood changed from shock to anger – but he stayed where he was.

“What the fuck was that about? Trying to spy on me?”, he hissed at you. Excuse him? He invaded your privacy. “I was here first, you bastard!”, you spat back and crossed your arms over your chest.

“And you didn’t think to reveal yourself before I proceeded to make you fucking purr?” “How when you didn’t leave me anytime in between petting me and lifting me up? I only wanted to be alone!”, you screamed back.

That made Astarion’s shoulders slump a little, some of his softer side returned. “I’m sorry”, he said quietly.

“No, I’m sorry”, you replied and looked down at your knees while pressing the balls of your head against your forehead “I should have said something way earlier.”

You looked up at him: “But then you sounded so sad and I… didn’t want you to be sad so I let it happen and it was kinda nice... I’m sorry, I invaded your privacy like this, Astarion. I’ll just leave and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

You saw the surprise on the vampire’s face who remained silent. So, you moved to get up, but Astarion quickly grabbed your wrist. “No, please. Stay… It was nice”, he confessed and looked into your eyes. The look he gave you was almost pleading.

The urge to move in and hug him overcame you, so you acted upon it – you had already laid on his chest, hadn’t you? How much worse could this make it?

You moved in and wrapped your arms around him – surprising the yelping vampire so much that he fell onto his back again. You were scared that you had crossed yet another line but to your own surprise you felt his arms wrap around you in return slowly.

And so you hugged him long and tightly. He was tense at first, but you felt him relax after some time. He even started to stroke your back again. You squeezed him and held onto him trying to offer him as much comfort and affection you could muster.

“For the record, I do like you, Astarion. You’re just annoying sometimes. But so can the others be, and I too”, you spoke into his chest, squeezing him yet harder. “And if… if you need someone to maybe talk to or hug you or just, you know, lounge in the sun… I can also change back into a cat, if you want me to. I could be your cat with benefits so to speak”, you brabbled into his shirt before you got too shy to make the offer. Your words were muffled but you hoped he heard you.

He did and the vampire chuckled softly. “That sounds… nice. Thank you. I may take you up on that if you promise you will keep this our little secret”, he answered hesitantly. You lifted your head from his shirt but not letting him go. “Would you like me to change back into a cat?”, you asked him and blushed as you realised what kind of weird deal you had just made with the vampire.

“No, Tav, not this time. This… this is very nice too”, Astarion replied and gave you another – the second this afternoon! – genuine smile. And this time it felt even better, knowing it was actually meant for you. You smiled back and placed your head on his chest again. Astarion’s hands kept softly wandering over your back as you kept holding him.

This is where you comfortably remained until it was time to get back to camp. But you were both sure it wouldn’t be the last opportunity to enjoy a nice cuddle in the afternoon sun.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #baldur's gate iii #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x reader #astarion x you #poro answers #poro writes #cats #again

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itadorey · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄

pairing: childe/tartaglia x gn!reader summary: a case of mistaken identity leads to childe challenging you to a duel. (and it's totally not because he thinks you're hot). genre: strangers to crushes, pre-relationship, fluff, meet-cute(?), humor, tension (hopefully), love at first sight (on childe's behalf) notes: probably ooc but i have a thing for flirty childe, childe is an idiot, idk i think he'd be attracted to someone who could beat his ass, he's a masochist, very slight fontaine/v4.0 spoilers, reader is a champion duelist but everything is made up since we don't know much about them, fighting/sparring/canon typical violence, a bit of blood wc: ~2.4k

Soft pants leave your lips as you stand up straight, your hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

There's a sharp look in your eyes as you observe your opponent, your hand firmly wrapped around your sword's handle. The blade's tip rests underneath your opponent's chin, an irritated look on their face as you stare back fiercely. After a few moments, they sigh and lean back on their elbows, separating themselves from your blade and admitting defeat.

There's a beat of silence before slow, loud clapping fills the arena, and both you and your opponent turn to face the source of the noise. Your sword comes up instinctively, your eyes narrowed as you hold it up the newcomer.

His choice of clothing lets you know he's not a local, and you find yourself wondering how he got into the arena in the first place as he moves closer. You take the opportunity to study him, taking in his tall stature, handsome face, and messy, ginger hair.

"State your name and business," you say, your stance rigid yet casual, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. You don't flinch as he approaches, merely raising an eyebrow when he comes to a stop right in front of you, his chest mere centimeters from your sword.

"That was quite the battle the two of you just had," he comments, ignoring your words as he shoots a quick glance at your opponent. You're met with deep blue eyes as he shifts his gaze to you, and you take note of the way he seems almost impressed when you don't look away. "You have a talent for fighting."

"Name and business," you repeat, face void of emotion as you stare him down. He huffs out a laugh, raising a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"I'm Tartaglia," he says casually, his chest brushing the sharp blade of your sword with every breath he takes. He holds out his hand for you to shake, and you spare a quick glance at it before looking back up at his face. "You can call me Childe, but what should I call you?"

"That's your name, now what's your business?" you ask sharply, ignoring his question as you watch his eyes trail over your form. You click your tongue once in irritation, drawing his attention back to your face. He gives you a brazen smile, and you roll your eyes as you wait for him to answer.

"I'm here to spar with the Champion Duelist Clorinde," he proclaims, moving his hand to poke at your weapon. You lower it before he can touch it, remembering that Clorinde had in fact mentioned something about a challenger. You choose to ignore the small pout he sends you at the action, looking away from him and dismissing your previous opponent with a nod. You turn your back to Childe, as you follow after them, sheathing your sword as you do so.

"Should you really turn your back on your opponent?" you hear him ask, his tone playful as he follows after you.

"No, you shouldn't," you respond, coming to a stop near the edge of the arena. You bend down to pick up a canteen of water, quickly opening it before taking a sip. You can feel Childe's gaze on you, heavy as he watches every move you make, and you can't ignore the slight nervousness you feel. The silence lingers as you finish drinking and close your canteen, catching a glimpse of Childe's amused expression in the process. "But you're not my opponent."

Childe's face drops slightly at your words, and for the first time since he walked into the arena, his confident attitude is nowhere to be found.

"You mean," he begins, a puzzled look on his face as he tilts his head to the side. "You're not Clorinde?"

A surprised laugh escapes your lips at his question, and Childe freezes when he sees a smile spread across your face.

"No, I'm not," you finally say, shaking your head as you lean against the wall, one hand resting on the hilt of your sword.

"But your fighting style, it's basically perfect," Childe argues, his eyes drifting towards your weapon. "You're impressive, and I heard that Clorinde is the best of the best."

"She is," you confirm with a nod. "She's even better than I am. Unfortunately, she is also currently in a meeting, so she's probably running a few minutes late. You can wait for her here if you'd like."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Childe asks, a smirk appearing on his face when he sees the mild surprise on yours. "But we were getting along so well."

A hum is the only response he gets from you as you turn your back to him once more, lifting your hand in a lazy wave as you head towards the exit. He watches as you get further and further away, and he takes a few steps forward before speaking once more.

"How about we spar while I wait?"

His words cause you to falter, and you eventually come to a stop before throwing a glance back at him. He shifts awkwardly as you look him up and down, watching as you raise an eyebrow when you notice his lack of weapon.

"And what exactly do you plan on sparring with?" you ask, turning around to face him. The smile on Childe's face is visible even with the distance between the two of you, and he gestures towards the backup swords displayed along the back wall of the arena.

"One of those should be fine," he comments, giving you a sly look before stalking over to them. He studies the swords for a brief moment before picking up one of the steel estocs, earning a pensive look from you.

"Are you sure?" you ask, receiving a nod in return from the ginger. You place your canteen back on the floor.

"How cute of you to care about my well-being," Childe says, earning a scowl from you. "But it's not needed. I'll be fine with this."

You hesitate slightly before unsheathing your own sword, nodding stiffly and approaching the center of the arena once more. Your rigid posture is a stark contrast to Childe's casual stance, soft hums leaving his lips as he swings the estoc back and forth in an attempt to get used to its weight.

"Ready? If I win, I get to know your name," Childe says, earning another nod from you. His lips spread into a wide smile, and you're momentarily caught off guard by the fierceness shining in his eyes. "Give it your all, I won't be going easy on you."

There isn't any time to think before Childe springs into action, thrusting his sword forward in an attempt to catch you off guard. You block it without hesitation, swinging your arm up and then quickly slashing down in an attempt to strike him. He does a quick spin, gracefully dodging your attack before attempting to slash at your hand.

You breathe in sharply as you let your sword go, dropping your hand as you catch the hilt with the other. You immediately go on the offense, darting in close and swiping at his legs with the flat of your blade. A shocked noise leaves Childe's lips as he goes tumbling backwards, rolling out of the way when you go to pounce on top of him.

"So you're good with both hands?" he asks, barking out a laugh when you scowl at the innuendo.

"I am," you say anyways, bringing your sword up to block another strike. He leans in close, your swords crossed as he observes your face.

"You know, the heat of battle really suits you," he says, voice low as he leans in closer. You roll your eyes before shoving him back, chuckles leaving his lips as you do so. "See? Breathtaking."

"Shut up! Do you flirt with every opponent you come across?" you ask, taking the chance to kick at his chest. The action earns a laugh from him as he stumbles back a few steps, his sword coming up as you creep closer in a weak attempt to keep you at bay.

"Only the pretty ones who like to fight dirty," he teases, laughing once more as you lunge at him. You scoff loudly, shaking your head as you sidestep another attack.

"All of our duels are no holds barred," you explain, eyes narrowing as he backs away from you. His movements are confident, and you find yourself wondering what his next attack will be. "It will do you good to remember that. Especially when you fight Clorinde."

"Noted," he mutters, dropping low in an imitation of your earlier move. You jump over his blade, smirking to yourself as you land lightly. Your smirk drops however, when he immediately straightens up, swiping his right leg under both of yours and using his free arm to pull you down to the ground.

Your back hits the ground with a thud, and you huff softly as you feel the air leave your lungs. Childe is half-kneeling next to you, the tip of his sword digging into the dirt as he uses it for support. He looms over you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he leans in closer.

Blue eyes bore into you as Childe studies your face up close, and you find yourself struggling to keep your expression neutral at the intensity of his gaze. Your can't help the way your eyes trace the curve of his mouth, and you hurriedly look away when you see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You're strong," Childe says quietly, removing his arm and tilting your chin up. You manage to meet his gaze evenly, watching the surprise flit across his face when you smirk. The action has left him slightly unguarded, and you take the opportunity to act against him.

"You're right," you whisper back. "I am."

Childe reels back as you throw yourself at him, your hand shoving at his own at you push him down. His sword gets knocked out his hand in the scuffle, and you make sure to kick it far away from him before pinning him down. You're quick as you kneel atop of him, knees on either side of his torso as you press your free arm against his neck. You lean forward as you place your sword underneath his chin, digging into his skin in case he tries to get up.

There's a moment of silence as the two of you stare at each other, and you faintly register the movement of his arms as he brings his hands up to rest on the sides of your thighs.

"Interesting predicament I find myself in," he comments, but his expression lets you know that he's not entirely bothered by the situation.

"I win," you hiss, a victorious grin on your face. "I'll admit you were a worthy opponent."

"I dunno," he says back, a lopsided grin on his face as his thumbs brush against your thighs. He doesn't react to the way your blade digs into his flesh, and you pull your sword away slightly when you see tiny red droplets well up underneath the steel. "From my point of view, I feel like I'm definitely the one who won."

He catches you by surprise when he suddenly sits up, one hand now resting behind him to support his weight as the other remains on your leg. The ease he moves with has you wondering if he let you win, and the way he jostles you around in an attempt to get comfortable basically confirms your thought. By the time he settles down, you're left straddling his lap, your sword now hanging limply from your hand as the other rests against his chest in an attempt to steady yourself. There's a lazy grin on his face as his nose brushes against yours, and you lean back slightly to try and put more distance between the two of you.

"You're insufferable," you comment, looking away from him.

"Oh, I know," Childe murmurs, a sly smile on his face as he leans in slightly once more. You do your best to ignore him. "Can I get your name anyways?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Clorinde's voice has you scrambling to your feet, and you find yourself sheathing your sword in an attempt to avoid her gaze.

"Clorinde," you greet, waving a hand towards the ginger. "This is Childe. He said you'd be sparring?"

She raises an eyebrow when you meet her gaze, eventually choosing to ignore the scene she walked into in favor of turning to face Childe.

"Apologies for my tardiness," she says, bowing her head slightly as she hold a hand out for Childe. He pulls himself to his feet before shaking her hand. "Lady Furina required my assistance with something."

"No apologies necessary," Childe insists, waving off her apologies with a laugh. "I had great company while I waited."

A curious glance from Clorinde is all it takes for your cheeks to heat up, and you simply wave before taking a few steps backwards.

"Well now that you're here, I'm going to go," you mutter, swiping your canteen from the spot you had left it.

"You're not going to stay and watch?" Childe asks, pouting when you shake your head. He watches as you head towards the entrance, sending a wave towards Clorinde before giving him a hesitant nod. "What about a good luck kiss?"

His words go ignored as you hurry out of the arena, and he only sighs and turns his attention back to Clorinde when he hears her unsheathe her sword.

"I trust you know the rules?" she asks, watching as he walks over to the abandoned estoc. She's met with a nod, and she hums lightly when she notices the way he keeps glancing at the exit.

"No holds barred, right?"

"Mhm," she confirms, taking a battle stance. Her face remains stoic as Childe gives her a wolfish smile, different from the ones he had given you. He blocks her first strike easily, and she gives an impressed nod at his quick reaction before immediately launching into a follow up attack. Childe finds himself completely focused on the fight, all signs of teasing and playfulness gone as he does his best to end the fight as quickly as possible.

After all, the faster he wins, the faster he can find you once again. (And perhaps even get to learn your name).

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe fluff #tartaglia fluff #genshin fluff #childe imagine #genshin imagine #tartaglia imagine

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angelltheninth · 11 days

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Hey! I love your Tokyo Revengers stuff. Can I request some love confessions + first kiss? Preferably with Baji Keisuke, Mikey, Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, and Souya Kawata? Or whomever you like! If you already did this, just ignore! If you have any questions, please message me!

I love these tropes so I will post this one first thing in the morning:

Pairing: Baji Keisuke, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Souya Kawata x FemReader

Tags: fluff, love confession, first kiss, crushes, friends to lovers, protectiveness, injury, canon typical violence

A/N: Starting the day with lots of fluff once again.

Baji confronts you about you constantly hanging out around him like a lost puppy. You have something you want to say to him, he knows it. Wait... why are you backing away? Oh, you think he's angry with you. Not angry more worried that you're hanging out with him with zero regard for your safety.

You've seen him get into fights before haven't you? What could be worth putting yourself at risk in such a way? A love confession was not what he expected you to say, not in front of his friends. He has to say something about it now doesn't he? He might be an asshole but he won't leave a pretty girl hanging. Luckily his big frame provides enough cover for him to be able to schedule a date with you and brush his lips against yours, so briefly that you barely feel the kiss.

Mikey meets you on the rooftop after school ends, like you asked him to during lunch break. You were a mess then and you're an even bigger mess now. Is everything okay, are you in trouble, are you being picked on and you were too scared to say it before? Whatever it is he will try his best to help. He's taken back when you walk towards him, faces close and tell him you're in love with him.

People have been telling him he should get a girlfriend for a while now. He considered it but figured he would need to be the one to ask you out, not the other way around. As long as you don't do anything that will embarrass him in front of his friends he's fine with everyone knowing you're dating. So, if you're dating now, can he give you a kiss right now? Cause he's wanted to kiss you for a while, for years.

Mitsuya has been so flirty with you which lead people to already thinking you're dating. When people introduced you as his girlfriend you almost denied it but then he wrapped his arm around you and talked about how lucky he was. Later he walked you home, more awkward then other times because of the situation. You didn't know if that was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend.

When he walked you to your door he didn't want to walk in, not until he did this properly, told you how he felt about you. It's not just the confession that's been on his mind, he will give you time to think about it and will accept rejection. Rather he would have given you time if you didn't pull him into a kiss right then and there. His whole body shivered when you bit around his earing after, you vixen.

Chifuyu would always hold your hand when walking you home from school. Called it his way of looking out for his hot friend. That's right he thinks you're really hot and if he does then so do other guys, which is why you need his protection. It would be the most effective if people thought you were dating.

What if you were dating? Has he ever seriously considered it? Because you have, many times, as many times as you thought about kissing him. And... you just realized you said all of this to his face. He's blushing hard but he's not turning away or denying he feels the same. Actually he's taking this sudden confession pretty well considering you're in the middle of the street. The perfect opportunity for him to seal this with a kiss.

Souya asks you directly if you're in love with him cause it sure does seem like you are based on your actions around him, the constant eye contact, wanting to walk side by side and hold his hand. Out with it, he want a direct reply. To prove how serious he is he boxes you in against the wall, you can't run from him until you're honest about your feelings.

The last thing he expected was for you to surge forward and crash your lips against his, arms locked around his neck. If a passerby saw you they'd think you were a couple with no regard of public decency, making out in daylight light that. But you weren't even a couple. Not yet at least. If you let him breathe and talk you might realize that he's been trying to ask you out, but kissing for a bit more is fine too.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji x reader #mikey x reader #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu x reader #souya x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo rev imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #x female reader

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scp230kinnie · 3 months

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Hi, would you okay writing some general headcanons on what it would be to date Hunter Sylvester from Metal Lords? Also, I just realized that he has mommy issues, and I have daddy issues so we’re perfect for each other💀

Yes :3

Hunter Sylvester dating Headcanons 😻

(Mostly gender neutral)

Likes to be little spoon but won’t admit it😇

Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together for, he still gets a bit embarrassed with lovey dovey stuff, but will do it anyway

He definitely has a mild fear of commitment. After his mom leaving (I’m so sorry💀) he STILL doesn’t trust that people won’t leave him

Hunter is attracted to confidence (not to be confused with arrogance) in a partner.

His standards for appearance are fairly low, however, he's looking more for personality than appearance.

Okay so you know how guys will “serenade” girls with their guitar and stuff,,, yeah. He doesn’t want to think of it as serenading, mostly just flexing his guitar skills on you

Everyone seems to forget that he’s CANONICALLY a mega virgin. He is not super flirty or anything. He’s probably never held hands with a girl.

You will probably have to be the one to initiate dates

When he does happen to be the one to initiate dates, it’s taking you to metal concerts lol

If you ask him out, he'll probably think that you're joking with him. He'll probably spend the entirety of the date thinking that.

He is insanely stubborn, so if and when you guys argue, he will absolutely stand his ground

Fights aren’t really that common, just because you’re probably his first partner, and he really doesn’t wanna mess that up.

If you guys are close enough, he does get clingy, but he doesn’t like to show that in public.

He would also never admit it.

He doesn’t let ANYONE except you play with his hair🙏

While I mentioned he has commitment issues, he does get attached very quickly

He’s also the jealous type for sure. He definitely doesn’t like seeing other guys flirting with you.

Or talking with you

Or looking at you

Moving on

He MIGHT share his clothes with you.

His hoodies/sweaters, automatic yes. He loves how they look on you

His band tees, usually a yes.

His jewelry and stuff is a hard maybe. Depends how he feels that day

He doesn’t like crying in front of you (or at all). He thinks it makes him less of a man

Sometimes he will let you comforting though

On the other hand, if he sees you crying, automatically full protection mode.

He will comfort you, buy you whatever you want, and threaten to punch whoever made you feel like that

Speaking of buying you things, he always does. If you’re in a store, looking at something like “hmm this looks good” he will pick it up and immediately have his dads credit card coming in clutch

If you’re type of person who smokes/drinks, he will let you, but he won’t be supportive of it. Seeing as he doesn’t do stuff like that.

He really doesn’t like seeing you drunk/high. He’ll be like “told you so” then proceed to take care of you/ be your tripsitter.

Tbh he does not care if you get hungover. He’ll just say some shit like “told you that’ll happen” then get you some aspirin and water then leave you to fend for yourself for a bit😭

He makes so many playlists for you, all consisting of his music taste

He also writes songs for you ❤️❤️❤️

The end guys

#fluff #headcanons #scp230kinnie #tumblr #hunter sylvester fluff #hunter #hunter sylvester #Hunter Sylvester x reader #Hunter Sylvester Headcanons #fluff headcanons #metal lords #metal lords Headcanons

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Romantic Yan! Mauga x gn!reader concept

I'D LOVE TO. He comes out on my birthday so this is a bit special for me/hj. Hope you enjoy my take on him! Here's me pouring general thoughts down ^^ (Love you for your Overwatch requests, istg).

If it sounds like I'm self-indulgent, I probably am, my bad.

Yandere! Mauga Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Kidnapping, Murder/Death, Threats, Intimidation, Violence, Possessive, Restraints, Dehumanization mentioned, Sadism, Forced relationship.

I feel like there's a lot of scary things about Mauga.

First of all, he's huge.

He's been augmented from a near death experience to be huge and powerful.

His name even means "mountain".

Then there's the fact he takes joy in doing what he does... literal murder for Talon.

He even is oddly chipper/chill with his language.

Even when threatening others he sounds so... excited? Friendly?

He seems so nice to be around... but he's still a murderer.

He'd act the same with you.

Mauga calls everyone "friend".

If he met you he'd immediately be overly friendly.

He'd call you friendly terms, like "friend", "buddy", and "pal".

But if he felt flirty he'd probably call you by some sort of nickname.

I'm not sure what he'd call you exactly but maybe "Teuila"? It's the national flower of Samoa (from what I saw)

He could also call you the classic nicknames such as "babe", "baby", "dear", "doll", etc.

It's just "Teuila" seems more unique to him.

Mauga is another one who likes the size difference between you.

It serves as a good way to intimidate you and he likes it.

Mauga is a sadistic sociopath who doesn't appear affected by the crimes he commits.

In fact he depicts himself as "carefree".

Mauga could be the type to slaughter innocents then look at you with a big grin.

He doesn't mind if you fear him.

He'd part of Talon... he loves the fear.

He knows he's a bad person and doesn't mind.

His apathy towards the life of others is what makes him terrifying.

He only really cares about you, his little Teuila.

If I'm correct, Mauga canonically has sharp teeth.

Which means he would certainly bite you.

He may also like to hold/manhandle you a bit.

He likes the power and size he has over you.

Oh, fighting him a bit?

How do you like being pinned to a wall?

In his obsession he is naturally rough.

Mauga likes to have everyone know you're his.

No one should touch you unless they want a Talon agent breathing down their neck.

You could be a civilian or a fellow member of Talon.

Doesn't matter to him.

He plans to keep you all the same.

Would take you to bars when he could find them.

He sees it as a way to bond, probably.

Mauga could isolate you, yet showing you off can be quite exciting.

A silent challenge for others to take what's his... so he can have an excuse to break their bones, most likely.

He isn't one for "messing with your mind" manipulation.

More like... brute force.

He doesn't want to intentionally hurt you.

It's mostly just enough to show his mark on you, not to break anything.

He knows you're fragile.

If you tried to escape this mountain of a man... good luck.

He found Baptiste with ease when he left Talon.

He can find you.

He'll hunt you down and pick you from wherever you plan on staying.

He deserves to have you in his eyes.

You may cry or scream, but any hit against hist chest just makes him chuckle.

Your hits tickle him... he finds it adorable.

His "Cage Fight" ability implies chains.

This is just being clever, but imagine as punishment he chains you to him?

Now you can't run... he'll just drag you.

If anything you begin to look like a pet to members of Talon.

But they allow it.

They don't need Mauga becoming a problem.

Obviously he is quite possessive.

Loves your touch, your warmth, in a weird way your smell.

He may mark you but tries to treat you as delicately as a flower.

Like the nickname he affectionately calls you....

Mauga doesn't care if you miss your family when he drags you back to him.

He feels things would be better if you forget them.

He may end up doing something bad if you don't... wouldn't want that now, would we?

Overall, Mauga is a powerful and possessive man.

He is unfazed by what he does to obtain you... even when it includes others losing their lives for helping you leave him.

Mauga loves the challenge... even finds it exciting.

#yandere overwatch #yandere mauga #yandere overwatch mauga #yandere mauga malosi #yandere maugaloa malosi

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1000sunnygo · 2 months

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The fem Law drawn by Oda in SBS 72 and the one we had in canon storyline only look alike. They're vastly different from each other.

Female Law as drawn by Oda in SBS speaks in a polished (somewhat flirty?) language and there's no tattoo on sight (unless Oda forgot). This Law is a woman.

"Anta nan-nin koroshita~? Dorēku-ya sa~n"

Wikia translated it as "How many people did you kill, Drakey?" which gets the flirtiness across. I find it interesting that Oda drew her with a smile while writing Dressrosa angst, ig female Law would've been better at hiding her emotions and kept a perpetual smile even after timeskip..

Sick-Sick affected Law speaks in a crude, masculine Japanese. He's still the same person on the inside. Doc Q just messed with his body, he couldn't transform him into the real fem law. (which makes iva's gender alterations superior)

Ironic, since Law's fighting style is based on making harmless but often humiliating alterations to human bodies. Once up against another magician doctor, he's got taste of his own medicine....

I guess bad ones do, as well :>

#must be curse from his victims that made it happen #one piece meta #?#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #mine #fem law #one piece anime

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cloverthebarbearian · 4 months

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I am here to feed the Rugan community to the very best of my ability 😌❤️ she's a long list fella's so get comfy

Masterlist of Rugan HCs (NSFW under cut)

Rugan on the Road

With the Zhentarim

He's incredibly bossy while never doing much hands on work himself

He's always trying to find shortcuts to getting a job done quick and easy

Constantly pulling 'we're a team here we're family c'mon now' if his crew starts bickering

Empty promises of promotions or good words put in for low ranking recruits if they do extra work for him

But if you ACTUALLY manage to impress him though? He will show favoritism and not even try to hide it

Doesn't care much for following orders if he can get more from a better deal, but has been getting sloppier about hiding his schemes with age (girl why did you offer to split profits on a smuggling job with a complete stranger for real)

Big drinker, heavy sleeper, still somehow the first to wake up every morning

Also the first one to duck during a battle if he finds an opening

First one to act like 'we sure showed them! By working together. As a team.' When the fights been won

As much as he loves to slack off and take shortcuts, you'll never catch him complaining about the 'little' things. Low rations? Not hungry. Long journey? We need the exercise. Small crew? Good for stealth, travel light.

Even though he's a selfish asshole, he has a really charming demeanor and good enough attitude during the shittiest of situations that most people find themselves enjoying the journey with him by the end of the day

With Tav's Party

(Let's say after you've saved him from being near beat to death for finally getting caught scamming the Zhents, you convince him to let you escort him to Baldur's Gate just to make sure he doesn't get jumped again and fucking Die)

The man is SO flirty. He can't stop flirting. Depends on if Tav is into it or not will drastically change how he comes onto them, but note its not JUST Tav hes flirting with. He's got eyes on practically everyone. (Except Laezel. He tried, once. She threatened to kill him) No one knows if hes serious or if its just his personality but the man can't stop flirting.

At first, he puts in some work. Wanting to put in a little effort to carry his own weight and not be a burden, though Tav insists on him resting after the ordeal

But it doesn't take long for him to milk the mothering. His injuries suddenly become too distractingly painful. Even though Shadowheart absolutely mended that broken rib two nights prior. He insists the bruising is still pretty serious. He needs to save his strength for travel.

The entire party gets pretty sick of his BS after a while, but its not enough to kick him out or anything

Phrases like 'shut up rugan' or 'fuck off rugan' become campsite mottos

Once you all get to Baldur's Gate, its a funny, bittersweet dynamic of everyone saying they're releaved he's finally leaving, but reluctant to say goodbye

The first night without him is unusually quiet without his drunken campfire stories and earth shakingly loud snores

Rugan as a Mentor

No ulterior motives in the sense that, he only ever recruits people he also finds attract. A bias he refuses to outright acknowledge ('I have an eye for talent! Not my fault the talents also a looker 😏') so he would recruit Tav with every intention of possibly bedding them. The motives are not ulterior. They are perfectly apparent.

Similar to in game canon, he'd recruit them by trying to come to some sort of sale arrangement. Though lets say instead of selling the chest to split profits for themselves, he convinces Tav that rescuing him would surely warrant a reward back at their base, which would in turn lead to more jobs, which would lead to more money for them

Always insists on training his personal recruitments himself (for the non-ulterior ulterior motives)

Is FULLY the type of coach who has to insist their stance is all wrong so he can stand intimately behind them and guide their limbs to the proper position

He's got his cheek pressed to their's, gruff voice low, talk'm'bout 'You're far too tense, Sweetheart. You really need to relax those shoulders and widen your stance, like this...'

He's entirely aware of what he's doing and makes Zero effort to be subtle about it

General Rugan HCs

SFW

Drinks a lot but holds it well

Getting him truly drunk is VERY funny and usually ends up with him gushing about how much he cares about his friends, his guild mates, stuff he'd never be caught dead saying sober, and will insist he never said drunk either

Has 101 stories of his decades running jobs on the road, most of which you're certain are entirely made up... Until you meet an old business partner of his one day, who can corroborate the tale

For such an experienced merc/trader, surprisingly light on battle scars

Very, VERY ready for retirement. May have even been getting sloppy with his scams on purpose in the hopes of being kicked from the zhents all along...

NSFW

The man fucks. The man FUCKS. Rough and sloppy and hard and like its the last romp he'll ever have every single time.

Will always make sure his partner finishes, typically more than once

Likes to choke his partners

Likes to cum on their face

*Gasp*! Oh noooo, we can't find/afford a room to rent for the night. I guess I'm just gonna have to take you right here in this ally by the bar 🤷🏼‍♂️ but you better be quiet, unless you want to get caught...

Big into dirty talk and will practically narrate his plans for the evening as he acts on them

Has the stamina to last hours and prefers to take his time but still always down for a quickie where he can get it

Sorry everyone, but the idea of aftercare is lost on him. When you're both finally spent he's literally tossing you a damp rag while he steps out to smoke a Fantasy Cigarette

Cuddles in his sleep, and doesn't even know this about himself. But you will wake up in a near-suffocating bearhug if you fall asleep together

#rugan #rugan bg3 #bg3 rugan #rugan x tav #tav x rugan #this one goes out to the rugan fuckers! all four of us I see you

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