#fortune looks so cute in those outfits

[ooffmlsorry]

OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"

A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 🥲 ❤️

Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo

Sanji

Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly 😍Although you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!

He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.

A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.

Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.

Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.

He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan 😍💖💖✨

He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors

Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma

Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...👀

ZORO

He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one

He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled

But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.

Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend

He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.

In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.

Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.

Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute

Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.

You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" 😏.

He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"

Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown

LAW

I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.

Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy

Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.

He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.

Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.

Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.

You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.

He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute

He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it

Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.

LUFFY

I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? 😭😭😭

He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.

Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.

He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's

Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)

He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy

Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals

Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you

*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.

You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.

He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.

Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.

He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.

ACE

Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!

He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol

...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol

Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.

Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!

I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol

Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.

He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him 😢

All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.

He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels

I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.

He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you

Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol

SABO

Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol

Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???

Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???

If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol

"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter

He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.

And brags about your skills to everyone

Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo

There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that

Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better

He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest

He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting

He'll always wear a little pink just for you ❤️

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x reader headcanon #luffy x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #ace x reader #sabo x reader

[charliedawn]

Slashers who meet a to-be victim whos just putting glitter on things

A to-be victim who has a room full of posters of serial killers and slashers

Imagine two of Bo's worst nightmares. Glitter. And sparkles. Combine them. Put them in a room and that would be your bedroom. And worst of it all...Posters of him and his brothers in every single corner. He was speechless...

"...What in the—? What is this place ?! Hell ?!"

As soon as he was in, he wanted to leave. Only to discover that the door was locked and he had now glitter on his shoes and his hand. And then, you appeared with a whole bucket of glitter in your hands. And Bo started praying.

Him : "Whatdya think yer gonna do with that exactly ?!"

You *devilish smirk*

Him : "Oh no, you don't ! Get the heck away from me !"

…Bo couldn’t get all the sparkles out of his hair for weeks.

...Wow.

Jason was surprised and impressed. A full room dedicated to him and the slashers. He hadn't expected it. He didn't really mind though. It meant you knew about him and weren’t scared.

Him *smiles* : "Do you want some help ?"

You *handing him a full bucket of glitter* : "Sure ! Put them everywhere. And you can help take pictures of the others for me."

He was more than happy to help and you ended up having a good time playing with glitter and stalking the other slashers. Jason may not really care about glitter and sparkles, but he’d be happy to spend time with you.

The Penny Brothers love glitter. It is something fun and colourful for Penny. He would help you decorate the whole hospital. He’d even be thrilled to meet a fan and see all the posters you have of them. It would mean that you are as crazy as him and you would get along just fine. Penny loves crazy people.

And for Pennywise ? Pennywise sees it as the perfect torture. Those little colourful flakes are impossible to remove from clothes or hair and when people receive them in their eyes…It means atrocious suffering and temporary blindness. So, of course he’d love them.

Brahms was ecstatic when he learned about the new patient who loves glitter and sparkles. He wanted to be your friend before he even met you. He stayed away for a while and only showed himself when he was sure you were what he thought you were. When he saw the huge posters of him, he got flustered. But, he got particularly excited when you showed him your collection of pink and purple items covered in glitter. He immediately felt like he had found someone who understood him.

It wasn’t long before Brahms started walking around proudly with a glitter-covered mask. And he didn’t even care about the others making fun of him for it, because there was you.

Norman knew from the start. He first rent you a room and when he took a look through the peep hole—he was immediately blinded by the brightness in the room. But, he was flattered by the posters.

Let’s just say that Norman found it endearing, but he isn’t a really big fan of glitter and sparkle—especially on him. It means more cleaning. But, on you ? He’d find it adorable and would gladly run the vacuum every day if it meant he got to see you in those very pretty and original outfits of yours.

Norman *smiles* : "Very cute, my little monster. Very cute."

Freddy : "FIRE IN THE HOLE !" *uses a literal canon to make the whole place sparkle*

Freddy loves chaos. You would just give him an idea to cause more trouble and make the whole hospital swim in glitter. Fortunately, the staff and the other slashers are used to it by now.

But, it doesn’t mean they like it all the same.

Random nurse *after she got covered in green glitter* : "…FREDDY ! Y/N ! Come back here !"

You and Freddy *cackling while running away*

Barry LOVES glitter. He lives for it. He wants each of his outfits to have a sparkle to them. And he’d design all sorts of clothes for you.

Barry *screams when you get out of the dressing room* : "YES ! Absolutely nailed it ! Twirl for me, darling. Yes. Thank you. Absolutely gorgeous."

Vincent did take you as an inspiration for his new piece. He took some of your supplies to cover his new wax statue and at the end, he offered it to you. It was a wax statue of yourself and Vince waited anxiously for your opinion.

Vincent *fidgets nervously*

You *smile widely* : "I love it !"

He was really ecstatic and gave you a hug. He really wanted you to like it.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #norman bates x reader #barry split #kevin wendell crumb x reader #the horde x reader #vincent sinclair x reader

[selvyyr]

Omg I’ve recently found your blog and I love the way you write! The little miss fortune!reader is such a cute series!

I was hoping to request the hazbin hotel crew with an overlord reader who’s like rarity! She’s very prim and proper but despite coming off as snobby she’s the literal definition of generous.

for every one criticism she has she’s got 5 compliments to give like “oh,darling that colour does not make you sparkle but my goodness your bone structure makes up for it.your eyes do compliment the style quite well though”

(She also has hooved feet and a long cow like tail? Those unicorn drawings where they have those long pretty tails are to die for)

A/N:Cosh,i love rarity smm!!!,amd it's honor to make rarity!Resder:3.Enjoy!<3

|MASTERLIST!|

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↪You came to hell around the late 1950's..

↪You become overlord so quick and made many deals with sinners..

↪You have a tail and ears..As you love them!

↪You are known as "Control desginer" because your powers were control people who had made deals or even stole your original desgins and such..

↪You come to the hotel because you wanted to help with their desgins.. But you ended up living there..

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Charlie

↪Charlie knew you and didn't wanted to make you upset/angry.

↪When you came to her hotel and started designing stuff.. She let you be..

↪And when she heard you compliment her.. She was so stunned.. Like:

"That clothes are hideous on you darling...But your eyes and beauty are an art!"

You told charlie.. As charlie looked quite stunned but smiled.. As she spoke

"Thank you!You are beautiful too!"

Vaggie

↪She knew who you are and tries to avoid you..

↪That changed when you begin to give her newly desgined bows and clothes she had wore..

↪When you begin to give her compliments and help her.. She thought it was trick untill she realized it wasn't..

↪She's chill with you

Husk

↪husk knew you when he was an overlord or wasn't one.

↪You are one of the people who makes him feel calm and safe..

↪Sometimes he would wear the bows you had desgined for him

↪He stepped on your tail once and regretted it quickly..

Alastor

↪Who desgined his clothes?You did!

↪Alastor met you when he first arrived in hell..And you decided make him some clothes to match his style and actually he was suprised that you made a clothing that matched him alot

↪You,rosie and alastor are besties and spill tea together alot whenever you guys hang out.

↪So when he saw you in the hotel he greeted you like the gentleman he is

Nifty

↪Nifty had heard you from alastor and husk sometimes.

↪So when she met you,she had tried to stab your tail..

↪Overall you would tell nifty where any roaches are and she is very happy to kill more roaches!

↪You would give her new outfits to try on and she loves it all and made you a crown!

Angel dust

↪Angel dust likes your styles and such,you two became really good friends!

↪You would often make him new clothing and accessories alot.He likes it alot and the clothing you make him matches him too!

↪When he told you about valentino..Let's say that when angel dust came to the studio next day he was met with you choking valentino to death before letting out a heavy sigh and left with angel dust

↪Fat nuggets nuzzles against your legs,tail and likes you alot!

Sir pentious

↪He knew you who you are and he had challenged you before but got defeated.

↪You would often give him little accessories and clothing such as new suit,new bow and hat etc.

↪His egg bois like you and calls you "Mrs.Rarity" which you like alot about

↪You do give him some tips about his works and such.

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A/N:That's it!Hope you liked this!<3.Have a nice day/evening/night!<3

#fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #selvyyr answers #Rarity!Reader

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: this was another request from the lovely @meggsngrits 💜

solomon x chubby!reader headcanons

1.2k words | nsfw | fluff and explicit sexual content

— He is unbelievably grateful to be with you. You’re surrounded by demons and angels and otherworldly creatures who all adore you, but you chose to give your heart to him instead. He’s not sure what he’s done to deserve you but he’s not going to squander his good fortune. He does everything he can with his unparalleled power to ensure your safety and happiness. Sometimes he flaunts your relationship in front of the others because he feels petty satisfaction seeing blatant jealousy sour their expressions. He knows he’s the luckiest being in all the realms because he gets to be with you, and they all know it too.

— He quickly learns that there’s something satisfying about sharing his own clothes with you. He waves off your complaints about them being too small when he insists you try on one of his shirts anyway. You’re speechless when the cloth seems to stretch around you and it sits comfortably on your shoulders. He wiggles his fingers at you and admires how fetching you look in his button-up shirt, but his eyes linger on the strip of bare skin where the shirt hangs open. There’s nothing a little magic can’t fix, darling. But maybe I can give you a hand taking this off again…

— He spares no expense buying lavish gifts for you: expensive dinner dates to your favourite restaurants, jewelry made with rare metals or precious stones, or custom clothing tailored to fit your luscious body. Having a friend like Asmo comes in handy for gifts like these too. He keeps your measurements on hand so Solomon can commission him to create a new outfit for you the next time you’re both invited to one of Diavolo’s parties. Asmo’s designs are stunning and show off your best features. It's so cute watching you accept endless compliments about how lovely you are, and no one is more affected by your appearance than Solomon is. (He has to discreetly adjust himself more than once when being close to you all evening leaves him hard and aching in his pants. Sometimes he convinces you to find an empty room nearby for a little personal relief instead.) Solomon is almost smug as he escorts you around Diavolo’s ballroom. The demons and angels nearby can barely contain their own envious glances because they hate that he’s the one who gets to take you home at the end of the night.

— He doesn't understand why you're so apprehensive whenever he offers to cook for you. Fortunately, he learns early in your relationship that he loves cooking with you even more. It’s a rare opportunity when he gets your company all to himself, and you can both let your guards down around each other without the others hovering nearby. He loves the way you purse your lips when you concentrate on chopping ingredients, or how your nose wrinkles slightly when you taste something and realize it's under-seasoned. He insists that you both wear cutesy couples' aprons, and his heart melts when you ask him to tie yours for you. (He could tie his own, but he likes it when your fingers brush against his spine through his shirt.) Your eyes brighten whenever you eat something delicious, and it satisfies some primal need deep within his soul to see you well-fed. Sometimes you even let him feed you off his own plate. A perfect day leads into a perfect night together when you accept a piece of sugar-dipped fruit from his bare fingers for dessert. He stares at the drop of juice that trickles down your chin, and the teasing glint in your eye is all the invitation he needs to lean forward and lick it away for you. When he leads you to his room shortly after, he gets distracted along the way by giving you slow, sticky-sweet kisses. 

— He’s lived a long life and he thought he knew all his bedroom preferences and kinks by now. When he’s intimate with you, it’s like those past experiences start to fade away. Being with you feels like falling in love all over again, as if you’re replacing all his old memories with newer and better ones he’ll treasure until the end of time. Your kisses draw whimpers from his throat and leave him breathless. Your body feels so snug pressed against him and he’s overcome with desperate need to feel your naked skin against his. You’re shy and a bit nervous when he reaches under your clothes and strips you bare for his greedy eyes; he’s smoldering with desire and so eager to please you. He’s almost giddy with excitement to try new positions, new toys, new spells—anything and everything he can think of that will make you feel incredible.

— He’s insatiable for you. He grinds his hips against your ass while you fumble to unlock the door to Purgatory Hall after a late supper. If you’re just as needy as he is, you drop to your knees as soon as you get the door open and urge him inside. His head hits the wall with a quiet thump and he groans your name. He's hard and straining against his zipper, and your fingers only tremble slightly to get his belt undone. Once you pull out his cock, he cradles your jaw to guide your movements as you swallow around him. He likes to go down on you too. It takes a while for you to get comfortable being on top, but it’s his absolute favourite way to eat you out. He coaxes you to hover over his face and shushes your silly protests; there's nothing he wants more. He massages your chubby thighs with his hands before spreading you open with his fingers. He licks at your hole until you’re wet with spit and slick, and his moans vibrate through your tummy so you can feel how much he enjoys it too. You grind back against his face and urge his tongue deeper inside you, but he stops you before you can come. He maneuvers you onto your knees and pushes your shoulders to the mattress instead so he can feel you come on his cock. He buries himself inside you with each rough, deep snap of his hips. He stares transfixed at the swell of your ass that bounces lightly with each thrust. His hands dig into your pudgy hips and draw you back onto his cock, over and over again, until your walls clamp around him when you come. He stains your insides with his release and licks his lips as his cum drips down your thighs. He shivers when you whimper his name between panted breaths and his cock is already stirring inside you again.

— He’s not entirely opposed to inviting others to join you in bed. He wouldn’t want to have threesomes very often, but they have their own tantalizing appeal. He’s a bit of a voyeur and there’s something deliciously depraved about watching someone else’s hands grab at your soft curves. He can fuck his fist watching someone else pleasure you instead. Your body shivers and bounces and jiggles from their ministrations, and it’s so unbelievably sexy. The best part is that he knows you’ll cry his name instead of theirs when you come. Afterwards, your guest is welcome to stay and watch while Solomon reclaims your body for himself with his mouth between your legs and his cock buried to the hilt inside you. He’s a little petty about this arrangement because he knows sharing you like this is a double-edged sword for them. No matter how much they worship you with their own bodies, no matter how much they lavish you with their attention and praise, your pleasure is a temporary paradise. He’s the one you love and desire most—not them—and they don’t stand a chance.

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x reader #solomon smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #chubby reader #chubby mc #plus size reader #plus size mc #x reader #gn!reader

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Have you done a piece yet for jean being jealous? If not you totally should. 😋

captain jaeger and jealous jean

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader (x eren sort of, not really)

wc: 1.8k+

tw: alcohol, inebriation, fluff, cursing, eren’s a dickhead, a little heated at the end 🤏🏻

a/n: thank you for this request! i hope you like it! also not proofread

if you’d ask him, jean would define jealousy as the deafening sound of a pulse canceling out every other noise. he’d also say he doesn’t get jealous. was he competitive? sure, but that didn’t mean he was jealous.

athletic rivals with eren, those two were always butting heads about something, anything. jean was easy to rile up and eren was a relentless tease. eren found an extreme amount of joy in raising the other boy’s blood pressure. but no, jean wasn’t jealous of eren. he hated him and that idiotic man-bun of his. the way he’d blink a certain way and some easily fooled girl would slip him her number. the way things came naturally to him. it wasn’t jealous, he’d say, it’s hatred.

y/n wasn’t the jealous type, either. there were girls prettier than her and she knew that. nothing she could do about it, so she didn’t worry. besides, she didn’t want to be the type of person to make every other girl her competition. she felt like a plain jane and she was contempt with it, oddly enough. she attracted just enough attention to feel pretty every now and then.

so when eren jaeger, the gorgeous captain of the baseball team, chose to talk to her at his house party, she felt divine. she felt seen.

*************

typical pop music flooded the house, drowning out any sentences that would normally otherwise be coherent. eren jaeger’s living room was flooded with girls in tight clothes and boys who were just a little too sweaty. it was cramped, almost making you feel claustrophobic.

you’d never been to a party before. at least, not the one’s you’d seen on the television. the type where people were passed out in random spots, where the scent of booze lingered heavily, where there were people making out upstairs in the bedrooms. this party certainly exceeded your expectations, despite it still being early on the night.

you’re not quite sure why you’re here. your friend, mikasa, had invited you earlier on in the day. she said that eren had wanted you to come. and with her being his childhood best friend, you believed her. mikasa and you weren’t exactly besties or anything of the sorts, but she was more than an acquaintance.

there you were, standing in the middle of the most popular boy’s living room, dazed and alone. an overwhelming desire to become a wallflower strikes you. fighting the battle of a lifetime, you swat away your urge to be antisocial and head to the kitchen where the drinks are sure to be plenty.

the kitchen is only slightly less crowded than the previous room. a group of people are huddled around the kitchen island. fortunately, you identify mikasa by her jet black wolf cut.

“hey, mikasa.” you shout to upstage the music.

mikasa spins around, revealing a red solo cup in her right hand. ‘mik’ is written sloppily on it in black sharpie. her eyes, with no less than half a pound of eyeliner on them, skim you up and down. as you start to worry about your outfit choices, she smiles.

“y/n, you came,” she starts, “you look cute.” mikasa compliments as she wraps her arms around you.

there’s no chance for you to respond with an attempt of feigning your belonging because eren is breaking away from his spot at the counter. he stands at a crisp six foot one, towering over both mikasa and you. like everyone else at the party, eren is sporting a red cup, holding it by it’s brim. ‘captain’ is written messily on it, along with the number ‘17.’

a few pieces of his dark hair frame his face. wonderous green eyes that search yours. a chiseled jaw you imagine slicing your finger open on.

oh, just looking at him you could bleed.

“hey. what’re you drinking?” he asks, tilting his head down.

casual. his words are casual. like it isn’t your first time truly holding a conversation with him.

“anything, i don’t really…” you trail off as your eyes flicker between his.

this makes eren smile. he throws up one finger on his left hand, signaling you to allow him a moment to find something he finds suitable for you. he rummages through the fridge and pulls out a red wine cooler.

“this good?” he asks, raising it in the air.

“yes,” you yell back whilst nodding your head.

eren comes back as mikasa gives you a look. she tilts her head up and shakes it at her friend before leaning back onto the counter, rejoining her previous conversation.

he stands before you, extending the hand that holds your drink. just as you go to grab it, he raises it so that you can’t reach it. a smile is painted across his face, revealing bright white teeth.

you blush.

“you can have it,” he cocks his head to the side, “after you do a shot with me and my friends. i’ll even let you use it as a chaser.”

your brain has gone completely fuzzy. eren jaeger invited you to his party, gets a drink just for you, and is now peerpressuing you to indulge in bad decisions.

“okay,” you blink. “i can do that.”

he grins and to your surprise, he throws an arm over your shoulder. “thatta girl,” he says, just low enough for you to hear.

eren weasels you two between sasha and mikasa, the ponytailed girl at your side. she pays no mind to your intrusion and instead offers a smile.

“listen, you delinquents,” eren interrupts them. “we are going to do a shot in honor of my pending status of captain.”

“you are so arrogant, jaeger,” a man scoffs.

across the counter, a messy dirty blonde mullet sits on top of a beautiful, angry face. his forearms rest on the granite as his body leans forward, eyes set directly on the man with his arm around your shoulder.

“oh, jean,” eren coos. “you can’t always get what you want.”

grabbing the malibu bottle by it’s neck, jean laughs. “you haven’t gotten anything yet,” his hazel flickers briefly to yours. “we won’t know until tomorrow.”

the way he talks makes a pit form in your stomach. you’re a smart girl, you know what they’re alluding to. it’s you.

“i guess you’re right. but i’m pretty much guaranteed to score,” eren tightens the bun on the back of his head.

“here,” jean slids you a shot glass. it reeks of coconut.

“you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to,” sasha says. “they’re a bunch of dorks.”

“no, it’s fine,” you shake your head as your fingers wrap around the clear glass. the liquid inside is taunting you.

“eren just wants to get you drunk,” jean says nonchalantly just as the cold glass touches your bottom lip.

“i know,” you respond.

it burns. coconut flavor isn’t strong enough to mask the burning left on your tongue. you can feel it light your esophagus on fire as it travels down, settling in the depths of your stomach.

“i’m going to kill you, kirstein.” eren’s voice raises a few notches as he drops his arms from your shoulder.

jean just laughs. he’s not laughing at eren though, he’s laughing at you.

“what’s so fucking funny?” eren hisses.

“she’s too smart for you,” jean shrugs his shoulders.

“are you too smart for me, (y/n)?” eren asks teasingly, looking down at you.

“i just think that you can’t always get what you want.” you blink your eyes lashes at him a few times before grabbing your bottle out of his hands. he looks dumbfounded as you head towards the living room, leaving him with the sounds of sasha and jean laughing at him.

your feelings are hurt, there’s no denying that. you had felt special and now you know you were just going to be a notch on his belt.

after a few drinks, you find yourself back in the kitchen. this time, there’s no crowd of people in here. just half-filled cups and bottles. faint sounds of terrible karaoke are heard.

you’re standing in front of the faucet, staring out the window, watching people do keg stands. eren’s out there egging them on.

“don’t make me take back what i said.”

“about eren?” you ask, turning around to see jean. he’s drunker, too.

he walks around the island, eventually leaning his back against it as he positions himself in front of you.

“about being too smart. you’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“no,” you sigh. “how did you know he just wanted to fuck me?”

“because that selfish prick can’t let me have anything for myself,” he growls. his grip on his cup tightens. it slightly indents under his pressure. “he just wanted to piss me off. i should fucking kill him.”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon,” he sets his cup down. jean pushes himself off the counter and leaves mere inches between the two of you. his forehead is hovering above yours. the warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“jean,” you whisper. you’ve never been so still in your life. afraid whatever this is might die, you hold your breath.

“you’re smart, (y/n), too damn smart,” he purrs. “use that brain of yours.”

the vibration in his dialect makes your heart race.

“i don’t understand why you keep calling me that,” your lips part.

jean’s fingers find yours. his brush gently along them, leaving a wake of goosebumps. “you knew what eren wanted but you still chose to get drunk. you got drunk and didn’t sleep with him, just to piss him off. i’m starting to think i might be a part of that plan. you want to make him jealous?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. chest heaving with butterflies, you nod.

“good,” jean replies. the space between your foreheads close. his skin is burning hot, warming your entire body. “because he was making me so fucking jealous,��� he draws a finger along your jaw and stops at your chin, “dirty fucker had his hands on you.”

“jean,” it’s the only word you can speak. everything else is forgotten.

“i’ve wanted you for so long. do you know what that’s like?” he waits for you to shake your head before he continues, “maddening. and eren knew all about it.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“just wanted it to be perfect,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and now it is, hmm? i get to piss him off by doing this.”

jean’s thumb and pointer finger center your chin as he draws in closer to you. without hesitation, your lips open slightly as his meet yours. they’re softer than you expected. it’s electric. warm hands snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter. your brain is scrambled, all parts of you lost in jean.

he pulls back for a second, rubbing a thumb along your side. “can’t believe i let jaeger work me up this much,” he kisses your right cheek. “never been this fuckin’ jealous,” he kisses your left cheek.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous…because of me.”

“especially because of you.”

read my jean fic here

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[neos127]

WHY HER? (chapter two)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader

synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life.

notes. i was inspired by this one jake fan sign vid i saw…he’s absolutely insane

Y/N was sure she had never felt so nervous in her life. She had already talked to Sunghoon and Jungwon, feeling as if she were about to pass out. (Un)fortunately Jake was next, and Y/N could feel her throat closing up. She felt tingly as Jungwon kindly thanked the girl for her gift while holding her hands. He even sent an air kiss her way as she stood up from her seat.

Y/N had never been to a fan sign before, not wanting to feed her delusions even more. Whenever she visited South Korea, she was always bombarded by all of the kpop fan service she could partake in, something that wasn’t common back in New York. She refused to go to fan signs, feeling as if she would pass out, throw up, or become insanely delusional like those people she laughed at on twitter.

She had changed twice, in an outfit different from the one she posted online. She decided to go with a plain long sleeve shirt and a cute red skirt she had found online, hoping that it wouldn’t be too much. She put on light makeup and added some accessories to elevate her look. Y/N decided that if she were to attend this fansign just this once— she would allow herself to indulge in her fantasies and look good for the boys she adored. There was truly no harm in it for at least one day.

But when Y/N sat down in front of Jake, she nearly forgot what to say. How was it that the man was more beautiful in person? His features had always captured her attention but they were even more striking now.

“Oh my gosh…um…hi.” Y/N squeaked out, a nervous smile on her face. Jake smiled and greeted her back, offering his hand over the table after signing the album she brought. Y/N looked down at it with wide eyes before bringing both her hands forward to rest in his. She noticed the size difference instantly and had to hold back a scream.

“How old are you?” Jake asked, leaning forward. Y/N unknowingly clutched Jake’s hand harder, causing the boy to smirk slightly.

“I’m uh 19. I’m turning 20 this year actually. I’ll probably celebrate my birthday in Korea this year.” Y/N answered, trying to stop the word vomit that threatened to come out. Jake’s eyes seemed to light up at that and he began to play with her hands.

“Are you not from here?” He asked seemingly genuinely intrigued. Y/N had to convince herself that he acted like this with everyone before she had a heart attack.

“No I’m not. I live in New York but I often visit Korea to see my friends.” She answered, silently hoping that her face wasn’t showing any signs of nervousness. Jake pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he observed Y/N, trying to commit her face to memory. He wasn’t sure why she captivated him so much compared to the other fans he talked to earlier, but he also didn’t care at the moment either. There was just something about how adorable she looked, and the twinkle that appeared in her eye when he asked her questions.

When Y/N thanked him for being such an amazing performer and inspiration, he felt his chest tighten and his stomach flip. Compliments from enegenes always made him feel happy and appreciated, but this felt different— and Jake was in awe of how Y/N had a hold on him already.

Y/N then held up the Spider-man keychain she had bought for Jake, her hands shaking as he took it from her. He smiled wide, thanking her for bringing him something and grabbing her hand again. He suddenly paused, realizing the smell of the perfume she was wearing. It smelt of chocolate with a mix of vanilla…Jake had to make sure his composure didn’t slip even more.

“Your perfume smells really good.” He commented, nearly in the girls’ face. She smiled wide, embracing the blush that was definitely on her face.

“Thanks! I can’t remember what it’s called but-” Y/N was suddenly cut off by Enhypen’s staff. She had to move along to the next member since her time was up. Before she could fully stand up, Jake grabbed her wrist, bringing it to his nose to smell her perfume once more.

“Suits you.” He murmured before sending a wink her way. Y/N was sure she was about to pass out right there. On the floor. In front of all the members. She mumbled out a weak ‘bye’ before quickly moving over and sitting down in front of Heeseung, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Unfortunately, Jake never managed to leave her mind. Even when she went to sit down in front of Sunoo, or when she went out with her friends for dinner that night. Especially when she laid down to sleep that night. She swore she could still feel his hands touching hers, or the brush of his lips against her wrist when he smelled her perfume. Y/N groaned, burying her face into her blanket. That was exactly why she didn’t want to attend any fansigns.

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[loweya-blog]

MC Gets Turned into a Fairy

(Fluff, gender neutral mc)

(Part 2)

You and the brothers were working on a potion together at RAD. Lucifer had gone off to see Diavolo, who was asking for his presence to discuss something. In those few minutes he was gone, Mammon accidentally added some pixie periwinkles to the mixture instead of hellish hellabore. You were excited to try this recipe since this would result in extra luck and fortune for the rest of the day.

The brothers let you have the resulting potion since they wanted you to have some luck. As the potion slid down your throat, you felt an odd sparkling sensation, like you had some sort of odd soda. Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke.

You heard them call out your name as you felt yourself shrinking to a tiny little size. By the time the smoke cleared, you found yourself sitting in a massive pile of clothes, looking up at the brothers with confusion. On your back was a pair of delicate insect-like wings.

You had been turned into a fairy!

Belphie

His eyes shot open when he heard the shouts of alarm from his brothers. After the smoke cleared, he just saw a tiny version of you with little wings, covering yourself with the pile of oversized clothes.... it was cute.

For the rest of the time that you're a fairy, he tries to remain awake. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally crush you in his sleep. They were informed you would turn back to normal in three days. It was hard for Belphie to get any private time with you since all his brothers were clamoring for your attention even more than usual.

But when you were busy dealing with the brothers, he would set aside a small bed for you. He made it from magic and tried to make it as cozy as his. Belphie even copied his pillow and made it tiny so you both would match.

And when it looks like you're getting too tired for his brother's shenanigans, he picks you up by your wings (much to your annoyance) and carries you to bed. He also was careful to set your bed right on the nightstand next to his and beel's, despite his other brothers' protests.

Beel

For a moment Beel was terrified. He didn't want that potion to hurt you, he just wanted to give you good luck. The demon was stunned to see a tiny version of you all curled up in those clothes. You were so small. So very tiny. A part of him couldn't help but feel endeared to you even more than before.

During this time he tries to avoid touching you since he worried his strength would crush you. It would take some time but you'd eventually be able to convince him to let you fly into the palm of his hands. The demon couldn't help but admire you.

You were even able to help him! Sometimes you'd catch a grape or some other small fruit from falling off the counter. And your new fairy magic was able to get things to grow faster, including food!

Beel would also let you sit on his shoulder. It was nice hearing you whisper into his ear or chat with him in a way that nobody else could hear. He also helped you learn how to fly, since his wings were very similar to yours.

Asmodeus

The gorgeous demon couldn't help but worry that potion may have done something to mar your perfectness. To his surprise, it just made you cuter instead! You were so tiny and had such pretty wings! Asmo was the first to scoop you up and squeal about your transformation.

Outfits. If you were going to be stuck as a fairy for a few days then he'd simply have to make sure you were stunning! Asmo worked with Levi for hours on designing and creating new clothes for you. And accessories and shoes.

For hours you ended up as his newest and most favorite tiny dress up doll. Even if it would be only for a few days, you had enough outfits to fill up a tiny fairy wardrobe.

Painting your nails was harder so he had to give up on that but he did give you tutorials so at least you'd be able to do it. Oh and your wings! He took so many photos for devilgram of your wings. And he insisted that you'd sit on cute mushrooms or lay on a leaf so he could post it. Though there were a few that were too cute to share.

Satan

He was going to wring the neck of whoever messed up on the potion. The idea of you getting hurt through a simple mistake was inexcusable. He quickly checked the recipe to try to predict what it had done. What he could never predict, was you turning into a fairy.

It was.... cute. Too cute. The whole time Satan couldn't even look at you without blushing. Though he had a preference for cats, seeing how small and delicate you were reminded him of a kitten. He was obliged to check how long the spell would last but secretly hoped it wouldn't wear off too quickly.

He'd suddenly bring you minature books so you could read and even made a tiny chair for you so you could read on the end table next to him. But it was so cute that he wasn't actually able to read, instead stealing glances at you every time he could.

Your wings were even more elegant, which also captured his fascination. He had read about fairies but they were only in storybooks. Actually seeing one was incredible. There was a bit of magic you brought to life that he normally could only find in books... even for a demon.

Leviathan

He panicked when that smoke appeared. THAT wasn't normal! Even a gross otaku like him could understand it. Levi was all but ready to pronounce you mortally wounded or dead when the smoke cleared and instead he saw you in your fairy form. It was just like I Got Turned Into A Fairy By My Careless Magic Friend/Potential Love Interest!

Like Asmo, he also asked to take photos. But instead he'd make tiny cosplays along with actual clothes. Asmo didn't know this, but most of the clothes he made for you were actually cosplays from his favorite fairy-related shows.

Levi even got to take a photo of you flying next to Henry, though he was careful to make sure the goldfish wouldn't try to jump up and eat you. He would also hold mangas up so you could fly around and read them without getting squished by pages flopping over.

Playing games was much harder since you weren't even the same size as the controller. So Levi would have you fly up and sit on his head and tell him what to do in the game instead. You both ended up playing whimsical fantasy themed games as celebration for your temporary fairy form.

Mammon

Oh shit. Dread filled his stomach as he realized his error. He dashed over to the pile of ingredients and yep, there was the hellish hellabore he was SUPPOSED to add. He frantically ran back over to you... only to find a tiny version of you with wings hiding in your clothes.

This man gets even more possessive if that was somehow possible. Rather than letting you fly everywhere, sometimes he'll just carefully catch you in his hands and carry you off somewhere. Mammon couldn't help it! You're the one to blame for being so cute and small and precious!

He'd also bribe you into coming with him to cheat on casino card games. You were small enough to fly around without being noticed so it wasn't hard to be able to have you spy on other demon's cards. Once Lucifer found out about Mammon's schemes, he was quick to put a stop to it.

Mammon covered the costs of Levi and Asmo making your new clothes and any tiny furniture in exchange for photos. It was money he'd saved up to buy himself something nice but now all he wanted to do was spoil his favorite little fairy.

Lucifer

Ten minutes. He'd been gone for TEN MINUTES! Not only had his brothers been foolish enough to have you drink a potion that hadn't been tested yet, but they also somehow botched the recipe. His temper did calm down, especially when you placed your tiny hands on his cheeks.

Lucifer was more strict on his brothers when it came to your safety. You were never to be left alone unless you were using the bathroom, and even then somebody had to be nearby in case you fell into the toilet. Food was to be made your size and your were pretty much sentenced to house arrest until this was all over.

However, he had to admit he liked seeing you with those pretty wings and adorable clothes. He ended up "confiscating" some of the photos Asmo and Levi took, but really he was just secretly keeping it for himself.

At one point you'd been tired out by all the others so he ended up making a small cup, tiny sized for you, and filled it with a beverage you typically liked. After all you'd done so much for him and his family. A little energy boosting drink was nothing in comparison.... and he wanted to see you holding a tiny cup and drinking from it. You were too cute.

(Lemme know if you guys want a part 2 with the other dateables and Luke)

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[scarapook]

on a dare

college au. scaramouche x f!reader smut

cw: afab!reader, stalker/ obsessive!scara, semi public, penetration

952 count

nsfw below cut

Scaramouche had always admired you when in class together. He had the perfect view of your well done hair everyday coordinated precisely with an outfit that never fails to compliment your body. He wanted to see your every angle, but he had to with-do with hallway sightings and class interactions. Until one fortunate day for him came that changed everything.

Scara was used to his fantasies of you to get off. He had taken photos of your cutsie outfit with leg showing because you decided to wear a short, pink tennis skirt that rode up sometimes, getting Scara a peak of your matching pink underwear. He got hard instantaneously but knew how to hide it well. Another time, it was scorching hot out, so you sported a tank top that showed your mid driff with a pair of loose shorts. The straps slid off to expose bare shoulders. Scara seized the moment to take his photos of the “board”.

Later those nights, he would wait until everyone was asleep, so he could full screen images of you and come to them, whimpering as he thought of you sucking him off and riding him. You, licking his tip and teasing him until he came solely from your whispers. Those would be his best nights. Even better when you would approach him in his dreams.

However on this fortunate day for Scara, your friends had dared you something you couldn’t pass up, especially with some cash behind it as a bribery.

They had dared you to hook up with Scara. You were shocked. You had never gotten that far with anyone despite your flashy appearance that makes all turn their heads. Scara?!??

But you weren’t the one to take down a challenge. So after class, you approached Scara and asked him if he wanted to walk with you to your lockers to lunch. Scara was taken aback at YOU approaching him first. His forever crush speaking to him all of a sudden. He accepted your offer and packed up his notebook and pencil case, trying not to look desperate but fumbling with his backpack. You were nervous too. You were about to fuck someone for the first time. Or get fucked by them?

While making your way over to the lockers, you nonchalantly pulled him into the janitors room that was filled with cleaning supplies all over the walls. Scara was startled once again. What were you doing to him, in a small space, alone, together, during school hours…

He said your name with a confused tone, you could see his hard on he tried to hide and red ears. That was kinda cute, you thought. Hes already flustered just by being alone. Of course you didn’t know he jerked off his thoughts of you at night.

“Can I have sex with you right now?” you ask him, removing your jacket to raise the tension in the small room.

Scara said yes faster than his brain could register the question. Anything for you. Your body. Your voice. He couldn’t think when you were closing the centimeters between one another to kiss him. Your hands roamed his warm body and tugged at his clothes. He kissed back even harder and pulled your top up to touch your chest. How he dreamed of this.

He played with your boob to earn a whimper into the kiss.

“Prep me”

He was startled by your forwardness but liked the lead you took. He liked anything you did. He kneeled down and took your bottoms off and stared at you. You slapped him to get him out of the trance and save you some pride. He started rubbing your clit which made you also get down on the floor, it was too much to handle standing up. He put in one finger and started pumping. Then another. Scara was tattooing this image in his brain. He crawled over you to pull you into a kiss while keeping his fingers inside. Your back was arching, telling Scara that it was time. He asked you, “ready?” You moaned in reply and he whispered something under his breath you didn’t catch. “Finally”

He took his dick out and it was dripping in precum. He took it closer to your heat until it penetrated through. You tried to suppress your moan, turning it into a whine. Scara moved slowly inside of you until he bottomed out. You moving your hips told him that he could start moving his too. This unfamiliar pleasure you experience was instantly addictive. He filled you up so perfectly and Scara knew it from the sounds and looks of you. Your eyes were lolling back and hands gripping onto the floor. Scara was treating you like you’ve never expected it. When he found your spot, you knew you were close. Scara had been holding back since the minute you kissed him. He began thrusting faster to reach his high and yours while he did circles around your clit. You came first and truly saw stars for the first time. Your legs shaking. Scara pulled out intime for him to finish his own high in his hands. You both sat there heavy breathing for a moment. Then you moved toward him to kiss him nicely. Thanking him for following through.

Scara knew you were the perfect girl for him and this solidified it. He helped you get dressed, stealing a little something from you in the process, your hair clips and a tie. A surprise to him, you asked for his number, then walked away like nothing had happened between you two. Scara thought he could die happy now, especially with it all recorded on his phone to watch later.

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[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

Secret Romantic (Grell Sutcliff x gn!artist!Reader)

A/N: I’m still pretty new to black butler but this woman has been living in my head rent-free for the past few weeks, which fortunately has given me a bit of inspiration to write a fic :> hope u like it and i hope it isn’t too ooc.

Summary: You were not really known to be a hopeless romantic, unlike your flamboyant companion. However, she wasn’t expecting to see a different side of you on the night you dropped your sketchbook nearby…

In the midst of another work-filled night, you quickly flipped through the to-die list one last time. “I think that’s about everyone tonight.” You let out a sigh of relief in unison with the red reaper in front of you, “What a night. I’m so glad that Phantomhive got this case closed rather quickly.” A bit of awkward silence passed until you heard a few quiet giggles, which made you turn to your friend who’s green irises were swinging left and right to each picture she had in her hands.

“Grell, are you listening?!” You raised your voice enough for her to let out a yelp as if she was a frightened puppy. “‘Bassy’ caught your eye again?” You scoff. “Come on, can you blame me? He was ever so graceful, how could I not take a photo or fourty~? Especially when he was wearing that ridiculously handsome suit~!” She dreamily sighs and you do nothing but roll your eyes. You never liked demons, always thought they were a hassle to deal with. It didn’t make it any better that a certain demon butler just so happened to steal the doting heart of the woman who stole yours.

“Well, I’ll head off now so you can have your little fun, I suppose. See you at work, my lady.” You greeted nonchalantly as you quickly jumped out of the scene using your reaper agility. Before Grell could glue her eyes back to the photos, she heard a thud nearby, finding a familiar book on the stone ground. It was the sketchbook you always brought around during work to draw on whenever you had a bit of time on your hands. She remembered the times you refused to show her your artworks, hiding the pages against your chest as a faint but cute blush creeped onto your cheeks.

It seemed that curiosity killed the cat (much to Sebastian’s dismay) as Grell approached the sketchbook with a smirk, letting go of her precious photos for the time being…

“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me, darling.” She mutters to herself as she slowly flips through the sketchbook, admiring every image. There’s a sketch of the town you recently visited in the view from a tall building, doodles of a couple of dresses you saw from a store window, and other random things. You were quite talented, she thought, curious if you happened to have a doodle of dear Bassy as well~ It only took a couple minutes until she flipped through a page that caught her off guard.

Several doodles of the red reaper herself were presented to her, some smiling, some frowning, some drawings ended down to her head or bust and there were a couple of full body drawings as well. She flipped through more pages and found herself again. There was one drawing where she was wearing a beautiful dress and another where she and you dancing together, she was wearing the same dress while you wore your own outfit with a similar design. It was like an illustration from a fairytale book, the you in the sketch revealed a big smile that your colleagues don’t often see on you in real life.

The next page had sketches of her in other fancy outfits, the page after that had sketches of her doing her signature pose, the page after that was a drawing of you and her, hand in hand and looking at each other fondly while the moonlight illuminated your figures. She didn’t realize you were so observant over her. It was a bit unsettling, but it also felt endearing to her that you put in so much effort into capturing her beauty on paper. Her mind was filled with different thoughts, the memories of you and her training, laughing, smiling and spending time together all those years ago up till now. She couldn’t deny that it made her heart flutter.

Meanwhile, you were panicking in your room trying to find that lost sketchbook, worried that Grell had caught it first. You dejectedly rushed to your door only to find said reaper in front of your doorstep, causing you to stumble backwards. “Gah! G-Grell, what are y-you doing here..?” Your heart was pounding as you looked over to her hand which was holding very thing you were looking for over the past several minutes. Grell chuckled a bit as she handed it back to you. “Darling, I never thought you felt this way about me~” She stepped closer with a smile.

“I-I’m sorry, I can explain-“ “No, I’m sorry for pulling on your heartstrings like that, my dear.” Grell’s eyes softened as she apologized. “The drawings are gorgeous as well. I didn’t know you were such a romantic~!” She smirked and you huff your cheeks, “I guess you just rubbed off on me, my lady.”

“No worries, it’s cute.” Her smile grew as she watched your cheeks flush and eyes widen. “Aww, look at your cheeks! They’re covered in such an adorable shade of red~” She failed to supress a cheeky giggle. “Stop teasing me!” You quickly protest before she held out a hand to you.

“Heh, well I must admit, you were always dear to me, darling. I guess I was too occupied with my own obsessions to realize it sooner… But since you seem to be interested in a dance, may I take your hand tonight~?” She stated flirtatiously, causing your cheeks to grow hotter. You were a lot less experienced in the world of love compared to the reaper in front of you, causing you to hesitate taking her offer…

But then again, who are you to refuse a lovely lady such as Grell Sutcliff~?

A/N: i need sleep. why must motivation show up during midnight T_T anyways hope u like it :P

#rin’s writings >—❥ #black butler grell #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grell x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #grelle sutcliff #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji grell

[astrokatsuki]

SUMMARY You wanted to test out a book you got from a garage sale. Just so you can get your money’s worth. When something goes wrong you start to think the book was useful after all.

WARNING Toji, smut, like two spanks, blowjobs (receiving), gets a lil rough, not proofread

WORD FROM ARTIST This is my first time writing smut ya’ll…. 2.5K

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Why are you the dumbest person alive? If you’re even still alive, that is.

You used to believe you were actually pretty smart. You did well with A’s and B’s in high school and you got even better grades in college. But now, you’re not so sure you’re as smart as you thought.

You know you shouldn’t have picked up that dark magic book. Especially from that sketchy garage sale, you overheard coworkers at your server job talking about it. The pages were worn, dirty, and stained. Plus the cover barely held on, some duct tape being used as a half assed repair. You’ve watched more than enough horror movies to know doing something this stupid never ends well.

Surprisingly, you would be one of those people too if it wasn’t for your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but you prayed that the same outcome wouldn’t happen to you. When you finally stepped through the door of your cute, one bedroom apartment, you recklessly flung off your shoes not caring where they landed and carried the thick book back to your room.

You just wanted to try it, see if it worked at least once. You doubt it would anyway.

Making it to your room, you decide against sitting in your bed and instead opt for sitting on your baby pink rug. The last thing you want to do is bring that dark energy to your bed.

You shouldn’t even bring it to your room but here you are.

Your bedroom is filled to the brim with different shades of pink and a collection of stuffed animals that happen to multiply every time you go shopping. Books lay hazardously in the furthest corner of your cozy room, your gaming setup’s lights turned on and have been for a while, brightening the area and making the room even better.

You stick out like a sore thumb in this room. Your closet consists mostly of baggier clothes, but you have a hefty amount of clothes for when you want to show off a little. One of these outfits you could’ve worn if you decided to go out tonight.

This dark magic book also sticks out like a sore thumb. But, you proceed anyway.

After spending about 10 minutes give or take, just skimming the pages, you stumble across one that seemed the most harmless.

Contacting a demon.

This was the most tame one in this book, which was unnerving and almost made you rethink your choice. You paid money for this though and the owner of the garage sale made it clear that you couldn’t return anything.

Hoping that creating an atmosphere would increase the chances of the ritual working, you turn off the lights and light some candles.

Fortunately, the ritual only has three steps.

The first two were pretty easy and straightforward. Grab some sticks and put them in a circle and Take some DNA and place it in the middle of your stick circle.

After reading the first step, you swung your feet over the side of your bed duvet, shuffled into your slippers, and picked some perfect sticks from the front of your apartment complex.

The last step in order to complete the ritual, is to close your eyes and say a chant.

Seems easy enough.

The chant doesn’t seem to be in English but you closed your eyes and tried your best not to completely butcher the chant.

After a generous amount of time you begin to feel silly and almost embarrassed.

‘Of course this wouldn't work’

With a sigh and slumped shoulder you open your eyes just to roll them at yourself. After having your vision clear from having your eyes shut so long, they focus on a large figure, with an amused look on his wide grin.

On the desk sits two of the candles you once lit. They’ve both been blown out.

The figure moves closer as your mouth opens to let out an ear-piercing scream. A large hand lazily covers your mouth to muffle your voice.

It’s so close. So close you can finally see some of its details. It looks like a guy. A gorgeous one.

But it can't be.

Your heart is racing and you’re scared shitless, but you think that money wasn’t completely wasted after all. The ritual worked.

“You fucked up the ritual you tried to do.

The guy's voice sends a chill straight down your spine and to your core. It’s deep and slightly raspy.

This man can’t be real, not when he looks that good anyway.

His dark hair covers his forehead and the tips of his eyes, and a scar runs down his lip.

Fuck.

He stares blankly at you before remembering you can’t respond. His rough hand was still covering your mouth. Not that he asked a question for you to answer anyway.

He slowly removes his hot palm from your mouth, seeing if you would scream again.

Oddly you don't.

“Huh?” Is all you can manage to say.

He grins wider at your dumbfounded state, “You said the chant wrong, I mean. There’s so many spells in that stupid book. A lot of spells are similar.”

“So instead of contacting a demon I actually summoned one?”

He adjusts his position on the floor into a more comfortable one. You would’ve never thought demons could get uncomfortable.

“Smart boy.”

Your dick twitches at the praise, even if you didn’t feel like a smart boy. You instantly feel shame. This is a demon, this is wrong.

Seemingly restless, the man stands up inspecting your room. He annoys you in the process.

“So how do I send you back-“ You look up at him for his name.

“Toji.” He offers, not paying you any mind.

“Right Toji.” The name feels good leaving your lips. You move to your bed from your old place on the floor. You need to get comfortable, this seems like It’ll take a while.

“Well that’s the thing.” He stares you down, as if you’re supposed to know what thing he’s talking about. There’s a lot of things wrong with this right now.

“What thing?” You stare at him dumbly. You don’t have time for this.

You didn’t say that when you were summoning the damn man.

Toji walks away from his place by your floor books and instead decides to sit next to you on the bed.

He glances at you blinking. Leaning down to pick up the magic book that was previously discarded on the floor, hands it to you.

“Read the first page.” He knows something you don’t. You really should’ve been more thorough before deciding to do something like this on a random Saturday.

Warning! In order to make an entity leave you must give them something*.*

You read aloud.

You look up at him to find him already staring at you.

Not responding right away his warm, big hand travels to the side of your face. He leans closer. So close your noses are almost touching.

He’s so beautiful.

His 6’2, 250lbs frame covers yours as his eyes lower to your lips. You can’t figure out the exact scent that reaches your nose when you’re this close to him, but his musk makes him that much more enticing.

“I want that something to be you, sweet thing.”

He sees the hesitation on your face. He can also see the desire.

The hand that isn’t on your face travels to palm your clothed dick.

“But you’re-” You begin to stammer.

“A demon?” He finishes, not seeming bothered by your tone. He couldn’t blame you for being wary. But he would show your cute self a good time.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

This is so wrong. But you can’t help the way your skin heats up under his touch. You can feel yourself getting harder the closer he gets.

His slightly chapped lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss is filthy, the tension fills the room like a fish tank and you can practically see the desire oozing out of his body.

You can no longer tell which tongue is yours and which one is his because both of them are overlapping. His hands trail lower, cupping underneath your jean-clad thighs and picking you up from the edge of the bed.

Toji’s lips eventually leave yours. A dissatisfied whine escapes your plush lips as your dazed gaze focuses on his.

“Patience baby.” He warns.

He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your thighs slowly, almost as if he’s trying to tease himself. He then moves you closer to your headboard. Even though he warned you, he’s also affected by your lips not connecting with his.

You tug on his black compression shirt, trying to pull it off him. It hugs his body deliciously, you can’t even imagine what it would look like off of him.

“I wan’ it off” You tug again.

He pulls away from you quickly, and takes his compression shirt and sweats off in record time.

You reconnect your lips.

He takes your bunched up shirt off of you, throwing it behind him, your nipples hardens due to the cold air filling up your room.

The sight of you sprawled out all pretty for him is a sight for sore eyes. Like an angel.

An angel for his demon.

He captures a hard nipple in his mouth sucking on the perked flesh while tweaking the other nipple.

You mewl, writhing in his grasp. Without removing his lips from your nipples, he slides your pink boxers down your thighs. You dick twitches again from the brush of his arms across your thighs.

“Such a pretty hole, for a pretty boy,” He groans as he lowers himself past your leaking cock so that he's face level with your pulsing rim.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“So polite.” He seems to be talking to himself almost. He stares at your cute little hole getting close but never touching.

Growing shy, you begin to close your legs. But before you can fully close them a slap on your thigh causes you to yelp.

“Keep them open. I want to see you” He glares, finally touching you. He reaches his hand back up to your dick, Toji rubs your slit up and down collecting your pearly pre.

“M’ sorry.” you twitch.

“I know you didn't mean to be bad, sweetheart. Just keep them spread for me.”

He knows exactly where to touch to get you pent up. He slowly inserts two slicked fingers and curls them to hit exactly where you need them.

You moan out making eye contact with him from your place on your back. He stares back up at you with dark eyes. While maintaining eye contact his tougue glides against you puckered hole, licking softly.

You grip his hair causing him to moan out with an eye roll. He moves his tongue around your rim trying to get all the juices you leak. His tongue pushes deeper into your hole, while his fingers are still pistoning in and out of you.

You can feel your release building up. You try to warn him, but the pleasure is taking your breath.

“gonna’ cum!” You manage between moans.

“Give it t’me.” The vibrations of his words are the push you needed to tip you over the edge. With the loudest moan yet, your back arches trying to move away from him. He grips your thighs holding you in place making your dick twitch for the third time, your cum erupting straight up and falling onto your soft stomach.

He keeps swirling his tongue to make you ride your high out before his face comes up to face yours. He takes his fingers out of your hole and holds them up to your face.

“Suck.”

Without any words, you stare up at him and suck your release off of his fingers making his dick twitch at the sight.

You're such a cute thing, so pliant.

Pulling his fingers out, he handles you like a doll flipping you over without any effort. You automatically arch, wiggling your ass as an invitation.

He swats it smirking at the sight.

You whine, looking back to watch him pull his boxers down. He's so– big. He’s about 9 inches with a vein running down to his base. His tan, mushroom tip leaks white pearls that drip onto the already messy sheets.

He rubs his tip along your sensitive hole making you quiver. He slowly pushes in, forcing your arch deeper.

He gives you little time to adjust before plowing into your tight rim.

Plap, plap, plap.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis as you attempt to bury your moans into the stuffed bear you got at the fair.

He notices your actions and wraps both his hands around your throat, using that as leverage.

“You’re big!” You slur your words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Yeah? Tell me where you feel me?“ Toji takes one hand off your neck to fist your swollen cock.

You slowly move one hand down your waist to push on your stomach, where you feel his tip reaching.

“M’ Right here!” The pressure of his pounding mixed with your hand makes it almost too much to handle, but it's too good to stop.

Pounding sloppily into your fluttering hole, Toji jerks your cock even faster. He can tell you’re about to cum again.

“Slow down!” Your voice grows higher in pitch as you try to push on his abdomen. He catches your hands and holds them behind your back, making his thrusts harder as punishment.

“You can take it.” He grunts.

You rim winks around him once again. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve both come. He’s so mean the way he bullies his cock into you.

He is insatiable.

Your eyes can’t help but roll back as he hunches over you. His mean grin comes into view as you look over your shoulder.

You splutter, “So’ good Toji!”

“Mhm?”

Without another word you cum again, your unfocused eyes black out for a second at the intensity of your orgasm.

Toji follows soon after with an airy whine. You’re boneless as you fall out of your arch and flat onto the bed. Fatigue hits you as your eyes begin to close.

Toji slowly pulls out careful not to stimulate you even more. The last thing you remember before sleep hit you is a wet cloth cleaning your sweaty body off.

The next morning you wake up to a sore body and a page of the spell book flipped open.

How to summon Toji– the incubus demon.

#x male reader #jjk toji #jjk smut #toji x male reader #drooling #he’s so babygirl

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P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.1 - melbourne

warnings: none word count: 1k and we're off! I really hope you enjoy this first proper chapter of the series! please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist or if you have any feedback. happy reading! mimi series masterlist

Melbourne 

The weeks leading up to preparing for the group's world tour had passed in a blur of costume fittings, dance rehearsals, vocal sessions, grabbing sleep where possible and deciding on lighting and vcr decisions. Before they knew it, their plane was touching down in Australia ready for the first stop of the tour in Melbourne. As she lay in your hotel room dozing, a voice nudged her from her sleepy state, “We have some free time tonight, don’t we?” She turned to look at Nina from the far-too comfortable-and-far-too-big hotel bed and lazily blinked one eye open to look at her, nodding sleepily, “I think I’m going to go for a walk, maybe get some coffee?” Nina yawned widely and got comfy in her own bed, “I’m staying right here” Y/N giggled before stretching, moaning at the satisfying pop you felt in your back. Moving to where her suitcase already led opened with its contents strewn everywhere. She quickly grabbed a comfortable outfit that would also allow her to remain relatively disguised. Quickly changing and grabbing her headphones she headed to the door,

“I won’t be out long!” Nina’s response was no more than a half asleep grunt and slight wave of her hand. Giggling as she left the room, she made sure to close the door quietly before popping your headphones on and heading for the elevator. 

Y/N pulled the hood of her hoodie up and over her head as she slid her sunglasses down to rest over her eyes. As much as she loved meeting fans, she also wanted some time to herself too. 

The streets of Melbourne were busy as she ambled along, occasionally looking in shop windows at sweet pastries or cute outfits. Spotting a sign for a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, Y/N pushed open the door, inhaling the scent of freshly ground coffee, cinnamon and a hint of sugar. Gazing around at the display cases with dainty cake slices and chunky cookies, it wasn’t difficult to work out where the delicious smells were coming from. With jet lag tugging at her mind once more, coffee filled her thoughts. Turning to the counter to order, she nodded to herself, surely that would help keep the tiredness at bay for just a little longer. 

With fresh coffee in hand, she stepped out the door and back into the bright sunshine. Nodding along to the band's new song playing through her headphones, she weren’t completely aware of her surroundings, too focused on running through the choreography in her head and counting the beats. Her thoughts were interrupted and she gasped loudly as she felt your hoodie suddenly turn damp and her shoulder turn sore from bumping into something- make that someone... Eyes shooting up from her phone, she gasped as you made eye contact with a guy, a cute guy. “I’m so sorry!” She was jolted back to reality suddenly as she realised her coffee had not only spilt down her hoodie but his shirt too. “It’s okay.” His annoyed tone contradicted his statement as he muttered to himself but she was caught off guard by his accent to notice too much. Was he speaking French? And where did those damn sunglasses go? Fortunately the hood was still covering most of her face and- oh my god his shirt. Y/N's thoughts ran a million miles an hour as she rushed forward and attempted to wipe the coffee from his shirt, the curse he let out confirming her thoughts that he was indeed fluent in French, “Ah! Mon dieu! Please don’t touch me.” She squeaked in horror as she realised she’d been feeling this man’s (very attractive and well built) body in the middle of the street, “Oh my god no!! I’m so sorry, I just thought that-” He scoffed, “You figured you’d follow me and bump into me for my attention?” “What? No? I-” “You followed me into the coffee shop and now you’ve followed me out here… What are you? A crazy fan?” Her mouth gaped like a goldfish and she let out her own sarcastic huff of laughter, the irony of this situation was all too funny. And who was this guy? Why was he worried about crazy fans? If anyone needed to be worried it was her... Right? “Oh please! Why would I follow you? It was a genuine accident, I didn't realise you were the only person allowed in that coffee shop." She glared at him before realising that this confrontation with the man was drawing a few onlookers. This was risky. Too risky. Quickly pulling out some crumpled Australian bills she had in her pocket, she pushed them into his hand, bending down to grab her sunglasses before putting them on once more, "Here, buy a new shirt or pay for it to be dry-cleaned... I'm really sorry." She winced at how cold she sounded, knowing this made her look like an ass in that moment, before turning and walking back in the direction of the hotel. Y/N didn't want to stay out any longer, too worried about paparazzi rather than making a good impression on a guy she'd never see again. She heard him behind her still muttering in French. If he wasn't so angry, she might have stared at him a little more... he was just her type.

------------------------- Charles stared after the unknown person with a confused expression, what had just happened? A call of his name from behind him drew his attention and he turned round to see his teammate staring at him, an eyebrow raised as if he was waiting for an explanation. “What happened to you?” Carlos’ head nodded towards the giant coffee stain on the front of Charles white t-shirt. “Just a crazy fan who wanted attention a little too much…” “Huh?! Are you okay?” Carlos crossed his arms as he took in the young Monegasque who seemed slightly shaken in front of him, “Wanna talk about it?” Charles shook his head, a non-verbal way of telling his teammate not to ask before he shoved the crumpled bills into his pocket, beginning to follow Carlos back to the team’s hotel and making a mental note to tell the team he wanted to up his security when he left the hotel.

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[fawnfictions]

helloo :'0

would you,, mayhaps consider a lil platonic thing between macaque and a gn!reader where they're just absolutely Showering the shadow monkey with affection?

stress cuddles

— macaque & gn!reader

this is so cute, he deserves the affection :(

this is kind of shitty, and i'm sorry for being absent for so long <//3 i wanted to finish this asap when i got the motivation back

;; platonic, a little angst at the start?, almost entirely fluff, swearing (mac has a potty mouth smh)

You weren't entirely certain of the events that led up to this moment—one moment, you were on your way to your favourite shadow monkey for a surprise visit. Next moment, you were standing in front of a moping mess of a scarred demon.

Macaque, with his usual attire discarded and now donning a casual outfit that included black sweatpants and a purple sweater, was sitting in a lonely corner on a bench in his dojo. The sight was pitiful, really; his clawed hands held his glum face, seemingly lost in his thoughts and in another world as he failed to register your appearance despite his exceeding sense of hearing.

With careful movements, you stepped towards his corner. At less than a few feet away, he finally snapped out of his trance as you noticed his ears twitching. His eyes darted to your form, alarmed, almost prepared to attack out of fear from his vulnerability, as the natural shadows surrounding the two of you began to grow larger, and more intimidating.

"H-Hey, Macaque—It's just me. Are you... Alright?"

His tail lashed nervously behind him, his pupils dilating as he comprehended the lack of threat. The monkey seemed to mull over the possible responses for a moment.

"Sorry, kid... I, uh, was lost in my head, then." Macaque brushed off, despite the distant look in his avoiding eyes, "What brings you 'round to my humble abode, anyways?"

You frowned at the forced grin upon his face, "You know you can talk to me, right? I can tell that something is bothering you, Mac."

He grumbled, reluctant to open up and lay out his problems on your shoulders. However, one glance into your caring eyes broke through his thin walls.

The expression on his face dropped, the corners of his mouth dropping and his brows furrowed, "Ah, geez. You're so stubborn —"

You gave a light, playful smack to his shoulder at his remark, receiving a short, yet genuine, laugh in response.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" His grin dropped, "But, uh... I was just thinking about the past. Back with Wukong, y'know?"

That was all you needed to hear, really — those few words held a lot of baggage behind them. And, although you weren't overly knowledgeable on the details of the friendship between the two simians, it didn't take a scholar to understand that they had separated on sour terms.

Despite the pain that he had caused towards the Monkey King, you did know that, in his heart, Macaque wished that nothing had changed between them.

You had opened your mouth to offer comfort after a moment of silence had passed, but you were interrupted before a single sound left, "And all this... Lady Bone Demon shit, and the Brotherhood, recently — it's stressing me out!"

His teeth were barred as his hand clenched at his head. Fortunately, you knew it wasn't aimed at you.

With a sigh, immediately catching his attention by the flickering of an ear, you opened your arms, offering your physical affections to him. With nothing but a peep, the mystic monkey pushed himself into your embrace.

His tail found itself wrapping around your leg, his claws unconsciously digging into your shirt, attempts to ground himself. He buried his face lightly into your hair, breathing in the comfort of your scent; the scent that told him that, in this moment, he wasn't alone.

While ensuring that he remained in your embrace, you manoeuvred your bodies downwards, lowering to the floor and against one of the sturdy dojo walls. It definitely wasn't one of the most comfortable places you've ever sat before; hardwood floorboards and sturdy pillars weren't exactly made with comfort in mind. However, the furry equivalent of a hot-water bottle that didn't show any signs of releasing his hold from you had taken all of your focus at the moment.

You sat in silence, a dark simian curled into your body between your legs and clutching onto your clothing with clawed hands and a tail, yet still careful enough to not damage the fabric, while you lifted a hand to gently scratch around the fur on his head. You could feel Macaque's body begin to lose its tension at your ministrations, slumping further into you.

A low sigh, barely audible, left the monkey, followed by quiet purring — you doubted that he was conscious of the noises he was making, there had been plenty of times in the past where he had shown clear embarrassment at any slip-ups he had made.

With the understanding that you may be stuck here for a while, you allowed yourself to relax a bit more. At your slight movement, furred arms pulled tighter around you before you rested your head a top of his own. With a smile on your face, you held the troubled simian in your arms as he lost his worries in your embrace.

. . .

a few hours later – bonus scene ;D

You were reluctant to open your eyes, feeling crustier than usual, following the movement you had felt practically on top of you. With barely any recollection of when, or where, you had seemingly fallen asleep, you pushed yourself to consciousness to survey your surroundings.

Immediately, you were met with a face-full of dark, messed hair. It tickled your nose, causing you to lift your head away before any sneezing escalated — you didn't want to snot-rocket into someone else's hair, after all — and tilted your head to get a better angle at the person in front of you.

Your movement, however, lead to the being's stirring and eventual awakening as your mind began registering the warm limbs wrapped around your body. It seemed that your snuggle-r was just as groggy as you were, though.

Rough murmurs left the monkey, who had begun loosening his grip on you, before he lifted his head upwards. Clear redness grew upon his face in embarrassment.

"Shit, kid — ugh, didn't mean for this to, uh —"

You rubbed at your face, tiredly smiling at him through a yawn, "It's alright, Mac. We were both tired — what time is it, anyways?"

"Uh, it's..." Macaque cleared his throat, glancing across the dojo towards a clock, "5AM, jeez..."

"And I'm still tired, it's too early to be up..."

Your eyes closed, once again, and the darkness covering your sight was met with an agreeing sigh. In a short moment, you felt your body lose the solid surface you had been connected to as the air went still, before coming into contact with a much softer one as you opened your eyes in surprise.

Macaque read the emotions displayed wildly on your face as he chuckled, "I don't want you developing back issues because you slept on the floor — now go back to sleep, kid."

A quick glance around your new surroundings showed that you had been moved to your own bedroom — using Macaque's shadow abilities, clearly. You weren't going to deny his command, though, willingly tucking yourself in under the familiar covers. The absence of a certain monkey joining you caught your attention, however.

"C'mon, Mac. You've gotta be tired too, and there's enough room in here for both of us!" You dramatically, albeit childishly, patted the empty space beside you.

"Well, can't deny that, for sure," The simian mischievously grinned at you, as you began to realise your mistakes as he crept closer to you.

You had barely been able to argue against him, before he had thrown his body beside your own, reaching his limbs across your body. Snickers left your own mouth, as you attempted to push his arm off of you, "Mac, no!"

"Kid, are you sure there's enough room in this bed for the two of us? It feels a little squishy in here..." He playfully teased you, allowing his arm to flop over onto his own chest and dragging his limbs back beside himself.

"You're purposefully taking up all the room! Move over, you monkey." You lightly pushed against him, ignoring his joking gasp of offence, before calming yourself down to fall asleep.

Macaque softly grinned at you, "Alright, alright, it's bed time."

You leaned over to lazily wrap your arms around him, practically copying his earlier position, as you nestled your head against his chest. As you almost fell immediately back to sleep, you missed the quiet purring emitting from the monkey again, and his quiet expression of gratitude as he rested his chin atop your head.

#lego monkie kid #— fawns fics #lmk #fluff #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #platonic #macaque & reader

[mochikofi]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere behavior. 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫! The use of (𝐘/𝐍), "𝐘𝐨𝐮" isn't in this headcannon, only (They/Them) so this hc is for every gender.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 x 𝐎𝐜/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @nunez-stuff

Hello dear, i love your oc! It's very cute but i kind of don't get it so i will just do 𝐎𝐜/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! (𝐘/𝐍) or any names won't be added here, just the word "𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" or other pet names so our dear readers can imagine it as them or their oc! Have a lovely day, i hope you like it <3

Living with 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 is perfect, he would give them anything they ask for. Like literally.. he would even buy an island for his Darling. They think that's just the things he can do but no, there's more things he can do, he just won't show it or tell it to them.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who hires guards to be with his Darling, so that he knows that his Darling is safe! It's normal for lovers to be like this, right?

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who puts cameras in their outfit so he knows where they are or who they are talking to. All their outfits that are bought by him are filled with cameras.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who always glares at who looks at his darling. He's the only person who can look at them.

"My love, let's go to another shop. This place is disgusting, filled with filty creatures." 𝐒𝐚𝐞 said as he stared at the waiter with a glare.. if looks could kill, the waiter would be dead.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who always watches the camera in his secret room just to look at his darling. He can't live a day without watching them.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who loves to make his darling sit on his thighs, it makes him feel like h could protect his darling from any danger.

B̶u̶t̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶f̶ h̶e̶'s̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶?

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who gives his darling a "promise ring" so that his darling would be reminded that rheir together 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫! I mean, it's not like the ring has any device attached to it, right?

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who will get anything for his darling, even if they tell him not to.

"It's normal for me to spoil you, my love."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who loves to cuddle his darling, i mean.. he couldn't hold them for a whole day, so who wouldn't miss their love ones?

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who hates it when 𝐑𝐢𝐧 gets in the way in his relationship with his darling. The audacity of him to scream at them?!

"Guards, get him out. He's disturbing us."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who locks some rooms because it's "unused" or "creepy". But in reality, those rooms are filled with people he kidnapped and killed.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who loves watching his darling sleep, they just look peaceful.. he just wants to ruin them.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who likes his darling doing anything he asks for them. It kind of turns him on, but he won't tell that to anybody.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who hides handcuffs in his room just in case they decided to be a brat, but fortunately his darling is a good girl.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐟! 𝐒𝐚𝐞 who likes hugging his darling from behind. They think it's cute because he's just clingy, but no.. there's other reasons.

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

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#yandere #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #bluelock fluff #itoshi rin #rin itoshi

[silly-little-gooses]

your hc for jameson as a girls dad are so cute 😭💗💗 could you pls make hc about averyjameson as parents together? have the nicest day!!!

ofc I’d love to you’re so sweet! <3

avery and jameson have three kids - two daughters and one son.

jameson claims he can understand the language of baby talk. strangely enough, whenever his toddlers babble about something, he can always get it right what they need.

jameson cried harder then avery when he found out she was pregnant. same thing with their births.

jameson and avery got to every single one of their kids sports games and scream their head offs supporting them.

nash, xander, and grayson are the best uncles ever and are always trying to spend time with their nieces and nephews and help whenever they can.

avery can make her babies laugh with just about anything. she could make silly faces, talk to them, drop a pan on the floor, and the little kids would burst out laughing and find everything amusing.

avery and jameson hire a very large security team for their kids, like ten to twenty people. they’ve experienced first hand the affects of paparazzi and social media and they really want to keep their kids safe from that.

avery absolutely adores dressing up their toddlers in the cutest little outfits ever. boy, girl, doesn’t matter, she will find the most adorable clothing and accessories.

jameson loves to embarrass his kids in front of their friends/crushes. he never goes too far but he always likes to add in a teasing comment or dad joke or riddle.

their son looks just like jameson, the resemblance is a bit frightening. the same green eyes, sarcastic smirk, fluffy brown hair, etc.

this one is obvious but avery and jameson’s child is the most beautiful, gorgeous, majestic, ethereal being in the history of man. two gorgeous parents, how could you not?

avery and jameson have witnessed how pressuring and stressful it can be to be a hawthorne and live up to all those expectations. so, they don’t force their kids to win world records or start their own business or anything like that. they let them be kids.

I mentioned this before but jameson is not allowed to help name children. he would pick the most unserious, ridiculous names ever. fortunately, avery picks the prettiest names for their kids, with the help of max and libby ofc.

avery and jameson want their kids to feel like normal kids. they read a picture book before bed, treat their kids to ice cream, talk to their teddy bears, etc. anything to make their kids feel happy.

road trips with the hawthorne-grambs family is always absolutely crazy. there’s music blasting, snacks being eaten, sing-alongs, a bit of arguing, all the fun of road trips.

also here’s a bit of an update! six of crows content won my poll by a landslide so, please please please send in any requests you have for both the inheritance games content or six of crows content bc I do all of this for you lovely people! byeee! <3

#the inheritance games #jennifer lynn barnes #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #averyjameson #headcanon #booktok #parenting

[geddy-leesbian]

SERRENNEDY POKEMON CROSSOVER AU FOR SERRENNEDY WEEK!!

As you can see above, this is very angsty. Leon and Luis both have a lot of trauma and Baggage. Luis almost has a panic attack and does some trauma dumping.

While there's no explicit smut on screen, there's a moment that gets kinda steamy and a fade to black/implied sex scene.

(oh and personally I feel very awkward swapping things out with pokemon terminology, like using "Arceus" instead of "God" so there is normal swearing here)

“Dr. Serra Navarro?”

“Well, yes, that is me, but typically I prefer Professor Serra,” His eyes wander all over Leon. “Though for someone as pretty as you, I prefer just Luis. Is there something I can help you with?”

Leon was afraid that he was going to go all the way to Alola only to find out it was all a complete waste because Professor Serra actually was just a professor unfortunate enough to share a name with a Team Rocket scientist. But that outcome is already ruled out. Either this guy is the lead he's been seeking for years, or he's an innocent professor that Leon will ask out on a date.

Due to excitement over finally finding a new lead, this trip was hastily put together, and Leon didn't realize how young Dr. Serr– Luis was. Once he confirmed that Luis was from Johto, he didn't go any deeper. He did see a couple pictures, but didn't pay much attention, and assumed the youthfulness was because they were older pictures. His assumption was very wrong. Luis is about his age and way too good-looking. The length of his grayish pink hair is braided, and the loose bangs are fluffy. His tinted glasses are a little too big for his face, but in a cute way. He's taller than Leon. And his outfit is fucking stupid. Shirtless under a lab coat. So stupid. It's hot.

A date with him will make this trip more than worth it.

“I just have some questions for you.”

“About? Are you a parent, or..? I don't think I've seen you around before, but I don't usually get anyone else dropping in on me like this…”

Shit. Leon really should have thought of a cover story beforehand. But in addition to not thoroughly researching Luis enough, he was also too high on the excitement of finally finding something after years of searching to bother thinking through what he'd say.

“Just heard about you, found your past interesting. From Johto originally, was wondering how it affected you. If you had any run-ins with Team Rocket.”

And it looks like Leon will not be going on a date with a handsome professor tonight. This is the guy. He recovers quickly, but for a split second, the phrase ‘Team Rocket’ invokes some panic in his expression.

“No. I was fortunate enough to never have encountered them.”

“You know anything about Mew?”

“Yes, of course? What kind of a professor would I be if I didn't? Mythical pokemon from deep in jungles in South America. Believed to be the ancestor of all pokemon.”

“What about Mewtwo?”

“I've heard the rumors, yes. A clone of Mew that was heavily genetically modified. But I believe that those are just that, rumors. There is no real substance to the claims.”

“Cinnabar Island. That's where you worked when Team Rocket captured and imprisoned Mew. You cruelly experimented on Mew. You helped create Mewtwo.”

“Who in the hell do you think you are, showing up at my doorstep to accuse me of such insane things?!”

“International Police!” Luis starts to shut the door, but Leon blocks the door with his foot. While he wasn't wearing his full uniform, he did bring his badge and takes it out to flash to Luis. He sees some purple fur coming up behind Luis. Must be an espeon, coming to protect its trainer. “Put that in its pokeball and open the door. Now.”

“I will do no such thing! I'm not proud of what I did back then, but I've done my best to leave it all behind, build a new life for myself. I will not allow you, or anyone else, to rip all of that away from me.”

“Not proud of what you did back then? So you admit it?”

“It doesn't matter. Arrest me if you really want, but it won't be anything more than a waste of time for the both of us. I'll maybe spend a night or two in jail, then be let go without charges being filed because I have a good reputation here and you have no evidence. If you try to tell anyone I confessed to involvement with Team Rocket, they won't believe you. You'll ruin your own reputation.”

“I do have evidence! Documents connecting you to the Mew experiments and the creation of Mewtwo.”

Luis actually starts laughing.

“You don't know as much as you think you do then. You find my name on a scrap of paper in the crumbling ruins of a lab, and think you know my life story! So arrogant! Yes, I did work at the Cinnabar lab, but I did not contribute to the creation of Mewtwo. I did not experiment on Mew. I have never had the privilege to even see the legendary Mew in the flesh. Mewtwo had already been created and Mew had already escaped before I was even hired. I can prove that your supposed timeline of my work history is impossible in court, so good luck getting a conviction!”

Leon moves his foot and lets Luis shut the door, and slinks away from his house with his tail between his legs.

…

Leon checks into a motel. He turns the TV on, but he can't focus on it. His mind can't stop wandering back to the conversation, analyzing every word. He fucked up.

“I'm not proud of what I did back then.”

He really fucked up. That could have been a very good angle. Tell Luis that this is his chance to atone and right his wrongs by telling Leon everything he knows about Team Rocket. Maybe even offer some kind of immunity deal if he still seemed hesitant.

But he had to get hot headed and fuck it all up. His first lead in years, and he blew it.

Not ready to admit defeat quite yet, he decides to give himself a day to cool his head off, before trying again. At least Alola offers plenty of distractions. He's not one for most of the tourist trap shit, but distracts himself with hikes through some scenic, and more importantly, rugged terrains. Pushing his body always helps him get his mind together. It's isolated enough that he can let all of his pokemon out too.

Something else Alola offers is a brutal sun. Leon didn't think to buy any sunscreen, and has a bad burn across his face by the end of the day. He's been through far worse, the pain is nothing to him, but he is annoyed at himself for being so stupid. His pokemon were quite happy with the exercise and exploration though, and his head feels clearer, so overall it was a pretty successful day.

…

A knock at Luis's door again. Rattled by yesterday, the knocking gives him a spike of anxiety. Still, he gets up to answer it, in case it's a student or parent that needs something.

He looks through the peephole and sees the same pretty International Police agent that came by yesterday. Luis really doesn't want to open the door. But he's worried it'll be worse if he doesn't and the man busts the door down. Besides, Espeon seems at ease with the situation, not alarmed and protective like she was yesterday. So he opens the door a bit, keeping the chain lock secure in case he tries to get in. (He would certainly be able to break the chain, but at least it would buy Luis a few extra seconds to try to think of a desperate plan.)

“Hello, officer! What are you here to threaten me with today?” Not wanting the agent to know how shaken he is, he turns up the sarcasm in an attempt to mask any nervousness. “Going to accuse me of experimenting on Arceus?

“No. No accusations today. Sorry, about yesterday. Wasn't polite to you. Can I try to make up for it, buy you dinner?”

“You can't seriously believe I'm going to just walk right into whatever kind of trap this is?”

“It's not a trap. Just feel bad about yesterday, I swear. I'm Leon, by the way. Think I forgot to mention it before.”

Luis goes to shut the door, but Espeon seems determined that Leon should be heard out, and telekinetically lifts the chain and nudges the door open. Leon smiles, and it cuts right through Luis's fear.

“I don't like you, and I don't trust you. But…” The prettiest man that Luis has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on is trying to buy him dinner. (The angry red sunburn on his face does make him the tiniest bit less pretty, but he's still incredibly pretty.) Whether it's a date or something else, turning him down goes against everything Luis believes in. “I suppose I'm willing to put that aside for a free meal.”

“Look, you have every right to feel that way. But I really regret yesterday, I swear. It's just this subject… My parents were Team Rocket. Died on a mission,” Leon hates talking about this. With anyone. Back in his pokemon trainer days, before deciding to join the International Police, he'd had some time in the limelight. First as a rising star gym challenger, then as a champion. He always sidestepped questions when interviewers started asking about family. He especially hates talking about it to a member of Team Rocket. But this is the price he pays for fucking up yesterday. If he wants Luis to trust him and give him what he came for, he needs to give something himself. “Never knew details until I started investigating some stuff related to Team Rocket, found out they died on one of the expeditions looking for Mew. So this whole topic just gets me hot headed and dumb and I say things I don't mean and regret.”

“Well, it sounds like you shouldn't be an International Police agent then, if you can't separate your own personal issues from the job.”

“Yeah, maybe I shouldn't be…” Leon says, because what else is there to say? Luis isn't wrong. “C'mon, dinner. Walked past a restaurant on the way here, you know if it's any good?”

“Yes, we can eat there. By the way, are you aware that your face is extremely sunburned? I have stuff I could put on to help it.”

“Food first. Maybe after.”

“Suit yourself. I'm going to change, I'll be out in a minute.”

Luis ditches the lab coat and comes out with a top on, something that disappoints Leon more than it should. At least it's just a vest that shows off a decent amount of his chest. His hair is down today, and it somehow makes him look even better.

Leon regretted the way he approached Luis yesterday, but initially it wasn't because of guilt. Even if it wasn't Mewtwo, there was something Luis was involved in. He only denied experimenting on Mew and creating Mewtwo, he admitted he was a member of Team Rocket. Luis deserved the harsh treatment, he had only regretted it because Luis could be useful to him. But he does feel a small twinge of guilt for demanding he put his espeon in its pokeball when it follows Luis out the door and he sees that it has a service pokemon vest on. Maybe Luis would have felt safe and opened the door if he could keep Espeon out.

“I can walk there fine,” Luis says, noticing Leon looking at the harness. “I have an injury from a long time ago that flares up from time to time, but Espeon can sense when I'm going to have problems with it, gives me warning, and helps me not fall on my face when it does act up and I struggle keeping my balance. But it is fine most days.”

They sit across from each other, Espeon laying under the table by Luis's feet. Leon has to keep reminding himself that this is not a date. This is an attempt to get Luis to move past yesterday's harsh treatment so Leon can have a second chance at interrogating him. Despite his attempts to not ogle Luis, Leon can't help himself, and notices something very interesting. Scars. The biggest one is on his chest, and another on his cheek.

Being in a public place seems to put Luis at ease. Somewhat, he's at least smiling and looking more relaxed. As it probably should. Leon is dying to grill Luis about the “injury from a long time ago” and the scars he's noticed since sitting down. But this isn't the time or place.

“So… Small talk time?” God. This is actually a fucking date. “How long you been a cop? And why are you still poking around with Team Rocket? They're not a problem anymore. Disbanded twice, no activity in years. One would think the International Police might have some, ah, you know, actual problems to deal with, eh?”

“Been one for a few years. There's not a lot of resources being used up for it anymore, but it still matters to me personally,” There's actually no resources spent on it. Leon isn't here on official International Police business. The Team Rocket hunt is just vigilante shit Leon does on his own time. “Just because they've stopped doesn't mean they shouldn't be brought to justice for the past. Their leader slipped away, it just doesn't sit right with me. I'm trying to nail as many members who slipped away as possible,” Luis's smile disappears. “As far as justice goes, I'm mostly concerned about the big fish. Leader, executives. Finding small fish is just a good way to get leads on the big ones.”

“So if I understand, you help the small fish, they help you? They tell you everything they know about the big fish, and in exchange you don't come down hard on them?” Leon smiles and nods. It'll probably take longer than it should have because he'll need to build some trust after freaking the fuck out their first conversation, but Luis will play the game and give him what he came for. Luis's smile comes back. “Well, interesting… How have your investigations been going?”

“I've made some good leads,” That's a complete lie. Finding Luis's name in the ruins of Cinnabar Island is literally the only lead he's had in years. But telling Luis that will make him feel empowered. “William's out there somewhere, just a matter of time until I find him. Or until he gets tired of licking his wounds in secret and re-emerges on his own, something I'm hoping to at least make harder for him by picking off people he'll need to organize.”

…

“Do you want to come in?” Is Luis trying to have sex with him right now? They did just go on a date, after all. Why doesn't Leon want to say no? “So I can help you with your sunburn.”

Shit. Leon needs to get his mind out of the gutter.

Leon sits on Luis's couch, and Luis drags a stool over by the couch to sit on while he gently rubs ointment across his face with his (gloved) hands. Their faces are so close together. Leon has to stop looking at his face, because he wants to lean forward and kiss Luis. So he looks down. At Luis's neck. A fatal mistake. Before his brain can even process what his body's doing, he's pulling Luis forward, off the stool and onto Leon's knee. His teeth are sinking into Luis's neck.

As soon as he realizes what he's done, he hopes that Luis is going to ask him what the hell he's doing and get up off of him, because he's not sure he'll be able to control himself if Luis is into this too.

Of course Leon isn't that lucky. Luis moans at the first bite. He moans again and grinds down on Leon's knee with the second bite. The third bite has him yanking off the ointment covered rubber gloves and just tossing them on the floor, so he can start exploring Leon's body with his hands.

“I wish I could make some quip about buying me dinner first, but you quite literally did just buy me dinner, so… And really, I would be happy with this even if you hadn't,” Leon just keeps biting as Luis rambles. Now there's a hand in his hair, that clenches around or tugs at it with every bite. There's another hand working the button on his vest, and Leon is quite impressed by his finesse. With one hand and without even looking, Luis quickly has all of them unbuttoned. Though it doesn't get him to the bareskin he's desperately trying to get to, Leon also has a button down undershirt on. Luis doesn't bother unbuttoning all of them, just a couple so he can reach the bareskin of Leon's chest. “Someone as pretty as you doesn't need to buy me dinner, they can just do whatever they'd like to me. You're a cop, you have handcuffs? I'm into that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leon pushes him off his lap and gets up, then picks Luis up bridal style. Partially because he wants to give Luis a subtle reminder that he isn't just some small-time cop. He is, in fact, a very well trained special agent in peak physical condition. But mostly because there's a very specific place he wants to carry Luis to. He wasn't lying about someone like Leon being able to do whatever; he readily accepts being picked up, wrapping his arms around Leon's neck. “Where's your bedroom?”

…

“I didn't know I was working for Team Rocket initially. They had things very well compartmentalized. I was hired by a shell company. They had a contract with Devon Corp, so it really seemed like a completely legitimate company.”

In the afterglow, Luis finally starts speaking about his past. Leon briefly wonders if this makes him a whore. He isn't getting money for having sex with Luis, but he is getting information. Something even more valuable to him. The entire reason he's here.

But intent matters, right? Leon didn't start biting his neck because he wanted information. He didn't suck his dick because he wanted information. He didn't put him in handcuffs and sit on his face because he wanted information. He did all of it just because he wanted to. Just because Luis is hot enough that Leon temporarily forgot that he hated him. He was fully prepared to just go back to his motel room after, without any additional info from Luis, and just keep building the trust. So while he's not a whore, he definitely is a slut. Whatever. He's making more progress in his investigation than he has in years, it's fine.

“I was in a research team focused on mega evolution, specifically artificial mega evolution,” Luis continues. “Devon had recently perfected an artificial pokemon line, Beldum. They wanted us to find a way to make Metagross mega evolve. It was no easy task… But we did it. We tinkered around, created an artificial mega stone that metagross would respond to. We researched further, tweaking things to modify metagross's mega form, until we felt it was powerful enough. I was informed that Devon was extremely pleased with the work, and given a promotion, to be the head researcher on a new project my company started…”

“Guessing that's when you started at the Cinnabar lab?”

Luis says nothing, just stares down blankly, frozen. Leon reaches for a pokeball on the nightstand, and lets his sylveon out. It knows exactly what to do, approaching Luis to wrap its ribbon feelers around his arm. Leon hadn't ever wanted a sylveon. He had wanted his eevee to evolve into an espeon, actually. He thought the psychic abilities would be useful in his line of work. But it evolving into a sylveon instead has been a happy accident. Its calming abilities can be surprisingly useful.

“Yes, it was,” Luis answers. He's still wincing at the memories, but Sylveon's soothing aura is preventing him from having a full-blown panic attack and shutting down. “All I was told beforehand was that it was another project related to artificial mega stones. This was when the Alola research about mega evolution being cruel on the pokemon was starting to come out, so in my naivete I assumed we'd be modifying natural mega stones in ways that would make it easier on the pokemon. I knew something was deeply wrong when I was led downstairs. Armed guards. There was a whole maze of hallways and locked gates. As I said yesterday, Mewtwo was already created by this point. It had also escaped once and only narrowly recaptured, so there was much stronger security. I was never alone, there were always at least two armed guards with me at all times. It wasn't just to keep Mewtwo from getting out, it was also to keep me in. I knew it was wrong, it made my stomach churn, but I did the work. I did what was asked of me. We made two artificial mega stones tailored to Mewtwo. Two different stones, two different forms with different strengths.”

Despite Sylveon's feelers, and now Espeon's face rubbing against his other arm, Luis breaks down sobbing.

“You're okay. You're safe,” Leon whispers. Sylveon moves away from Luis's lap, laying down at the end of the bed, so that Leon can wrap his arms around him. As helpful as soothing pokemon like Sylveon can be, sometimes people just need human touch. Leon wants to press for more information right away, but he's not going to repeat yesterday's mistake. He has to go slow, he can't risk pushing Luis away and making him shut down before he's gotten all the information he can out of him. “You don't have to tell me the rest right now. Take all the time you need, okay, sweetheart?”

Jesus Christ. He just had sex with a member of Team Rocket, and now he's calling him sweetheart. At least he's making progress.

Luis just clings to Leon and sobs for a few minutes, before finally speaking again.

“I didn't want to, Leon. I didn't want to. I didn't have a choice. They were forcing me to, they would hurt me if I didn't, and I couldn't get help. Not from gym leaders. Everyone knows that William was the Viridian gym leader, but it went so much deeper than anyone knew. The lab was right by the Cinnabar gym, Wesker was the gym leader and heavily involved in all of the Team Rocket science research. Alexia, Saffron's leader at the time, was quite involved too and came to the lab regularly. The ones who weren't involved were getting paid off to look the other way. The police were paid off too,” Leon entwines one of his hands with Luis's and squeezes it, presses chaste kisses onto his neck, trying to encourage him to keep talking. This is a goldmine. He's long suspected there was a lot of corruption in Kanto and some intentional incompetence during the initial Team Rocket investigations, but could never get anything solid. And the fact that there were other gym leaders directly involved is actually news to him. “It was so screwed up what we were doing, I lost sleep over it, I barely ate because I had no appetite. Until one day…”

A loud, choked sob.

“Mewtwo got out again. All the new precautions weren't enough. It attacked all of us, we deserved it… It was a lab, there were scalpels, lots of glass to break, so many sharp objects that it lifted with its mind to hurl at us. That's how I got all my scars. The worst wound was in my back. It almost killed me, if it had pushed the bone saw in even just a little bit deeper, I would have died. I only survived because… It wasn't luck, it didn't make a mistake, it chose not to wound me fatally, because… Because I think it got in my head, it didn't say anything but it made eye contact with me, and saw that I wasn't a willing participant in its torture. The room after, blood… So much… I was the only one spared, it killed all the others.”

Luis untangles himself from Leon and lays down, closing his eyes. Seems like that's all the information he's getting tonight. Which he isn't upset about, it's a lot, far more than he was expecting. He'd like to know more about Mewtwo, where it ended up after this, and of course he needs more details about Wesker and Alexia.

“Stay?” Luis asks quietly, when Leon starts getting dressed. “Please?”

“Yeah,” Leon does still reach for his pants, but doesn't put them on, just fishes out his notepad so he can write everything down while it's still fresh. “Okay, I'll stay.”

It's dangerous. Leon is so close to liking this guy. Something he needs to not do, because Luis very much has the potential to be dangerous. The main reason Leon had been so hot headed and harsh to him initially is because he thought he got away with everything. He thought that Luis was a monster, and, instead of paying for his crimes, just walked away completely unscathed. Just moved to a new region, was completely accepted, became a pokemon professor, a pillar of the community. A role model.

But that's been shattered. While it may not have been in the traditional route, Luis has paid for his crimes. Is paying for them. Leon is cynical enough that he might have believed everything was just bullshit to manipulate him under other circumstances, but there's enough that it's undeniable. There's more than just faded scars that could have been the result of anything, he has an actual service pokemon. Years later, his injuries are still problematic enough for him to need that assistance. And clearly, he is genuinely traumatized. No one is that good at acting, Team Rocket is truly a trigger for him.

The issue is that Leon doesn't know why it's a trigger. Even injured and traumatized, Luis could be dangerous. The best case scenario is that he's been completely with Leon, and truly hates what he did. The worst case scenario is that he doesn't feel any guilt for his actions, and his near death experience was the only source of the trauma, without any emotional side to it.. Even injured and traumatized, Luis has the potential to be very dangerous.

“Hey, Luis?” Leon whispers after he's done jotting down notes about what Luis said, hoping he's not already asleep. His eyes flutter open. “Is it fine if I let my growlithe out? Usually sleep with it.”

“Go ahead. Just don't leave me. I don't want to wake up alone.”

He should leave. Luis is dangerous. Luis is Team Rocket. And Leon might already be a little bit in love with him, and needs to get the fuck away from him before he falls in even deeper.

But he doesn't. Instead he lets Growlithe out, turns off the lamp on the nightstand, and spoons Luis. He falls asleep with his arms wrapped around him, face buried in his fluffy hair. Espeon sleeps on the floor in its own little bed, while Growlithe and Sylveon lay down by their feet.

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[circinuus]

two people caught in silence, one kills the hush.

ayatsuji yukito x gn! reader. 1.6k words

as another agent assigned to monitor the special first-class dangerous ability user, you sure are an odd duck.

[this loosely follows the gaiden LN]

❥ my contribution to the ayatsuji enjoyers community. i lack sleep, rip. this isn't the best. but at this point i'm just desperate to write something for this man ('A`) no beta we die like my sleeping hours 👍

In this world, there are two types of people.

One is those who aren't fortunate enough, or perhaps haven't worked their brain hard enough to match the lines of thoughts of people like Ayatsuji Yukito. That much, The Homicide Detective knows well. Sometimes, these people's naivety and simple-mindedness can serve as his harmless amusement. While some other times they genuinely irate his thinning patience. Ayatsuji has met many of these kinds of people.

The other type is those who do not ask stupid questions and are apt enough to follow simple observations and deductions from people like Ayatsuji Yukito. The detective, unfortunately, has only met (mostly heard) very few of these kinds of people; they comprise terrorists, murder instigators, criminals, and what seems to be only one or two actual detectives.

And yet, the person sitting in front of him appears to possess the worst traits of both categories. Ironic, considering they're as obedient and agreeable as a doll—the one thing he finds more intriguing than people.

Case Report One: Ayatsuji Detective Office/ Morning/ Overcast

"This is not bad," The titular detective hums against the warm rim of his coffee-filled cup. "Have you ever considered being a maid?"

If one looks at the window, one will see how the day shows its aquamarine bleakness. Spring is already peeking from the horizon, but the remnants of winter still render the air frigid and the sky cloudy.

Your eager presence—another Special Divisions Agent—is as misplaced as a fully-bloomed spring flower at the quarter end of winter. Much less when your supposed 'target' is trying to trick you into making a cup of morning coffee. Two brown sugars, and no milk.

"Sure, if the costume's cute," you merely give him a derpy smile. "Regardless, I don't mind. It's just a cup of coffee."

Two people, strangers by then, share a moment of silence. Ayatsuji eventually deigns to look up from his erudite-looking book. Golden eyes meet your undeterred stare.

"What're you looking at me for? If so, then go change. Your outfit's over there."

Case Report Two: Marshland/ Afternoon/ Partly Cloudy

Four bamboo leaves and six purple stones.

Two people on the side of an old well by a small river

Ayatsuji Yukito normally couldn't care less for any poor agent sent to accompany his investigation excursions. After all, he's the government's lap dog forced to work with nothing less than obedience, and whoever is sent to him is only the leash that is supposed to keep him at bay.

But his eyes inevitably deadpan at your crouching self. He exhales a long sigh on his kiseru as he watches you observe the base of "the well that grants evil."

(Ayatsuji has clearly underestimated your dedication to displaying your lack of dignity. Your sleek dress suit is a contrast against the frilly maid costume you wore—as you made him coffee and whatnot. As much as he finds amusement in your nonsense, the Homicide Detective had to put the buffoonery to an end before he gets another off look from Tsujimura, or before words about him being an unsightly creep begin to circulate).

"Hm. This reminds me of that 'curse' thingy from Kojiki."

"What a surprise," said he, "You have the capacity to use your head."

And yet as always, Ayatsuji only sighs when you respond to his quip with a proud thumbs up. Perhaps you're just that much of a fool, regardless of the quick observation.

"Like the green bamboo leaves that’ll wither," your voice starts to ebb along the steady stream of the quaint river, chanting the passage from the olden literature. "May you also be green then wither someday. Like the salt tide that surges and ebbs later, may you also surge then ebb away. Like these stones that sink in the water, may you also sink down all the way..right?"

"Excellent work. Now you just have to look for the salt."

Two people, acquaintances by then, exchange empty glances. You look hesitant, attention pacing back and forth between the muddy bamboo and Ayatsuji's orange lenses. The detective is quick to break the silence.

"Go on. What good is your tongue for? Lick it.”

Case Report Three: Ministry of Justice Main Building/ Morning / Clear Skies

Ayatsuji Yukito is convinced something is wrong with your head.

Your nose had scrunched up when you bit the bullet and taste for any existing sodium chloride on that muddy—clearly full of bacteria—bamboo leaves. With a spry motion, Ayatsuji's gloved hand was quick to reach for your shoulder before you can go for another inspection.

"It is salty. Let's just have the forensics examine it to make sure."

"... Are you stupid?"

Your head snaps in his direction, right before you reach for a water bottle to rinse your mouth.

"But Ayatsuji-sensei was the one who told me to taste it!"

Ayatsuji Yukito is convinced something is clearly wrong with your head. On the bright side, fools can't catch colds.

"Sensei," your voice cuts through the detective's solemn reverie, taking him back to the present. "This 'Sorcerer,'... What if he appears alongside 'The Engineer' we're trying to capture?"

"Don't worry," with relaxed shoulders, Ayatsuji assures. "Kyogoku is the instigator who's closely related to this series of murder cases. We definitely won't deal with him soon."

For once, the detective feels retaliation oozing from your being. From the corner of his eyes did he catch your silent protest, mouth slightly taut and eyebrows creasing at his sarcastic remark.

Though it was short-lived as you soon nod to yourself, muttering a determined, almost relieved, 'Roger that.'

Two people, colleagues by then, are now drowned in their own's mullings.

"Good grief," Ayatsuji breaks the silence for the nth time. "I'm starting to wonder whether they made a good decision to station you in this case."

Case Report Four: Ayatsuji Detective Office/ Morning/ Sunny

"What are you doing?" Ayatsuji eyes you sharply.

The case wasn't completely closed, per se. But the dust had settled, and with it, you are back to your usual routine as the watchdog for another dog of the government.

"Making myself a cup of coffee of course," you chirp.

Ayatsuji didn't bother to point out how you arbitrarily used his kitchen supply to make yourself comfortable. Instead, his expression slightly winces as he gets a taste of the beverage you handed to him.

"Four cubes of sugar? I'm surprised you haven't caught diabetes."

"Oh! That one must've been mine!"

His black cat, like a slinking dark shadow meows against your ankle; his calico cat blinking languidly as if its judging your mistake. You make careful steps to set down their master's supposedly correct cup, before deflating like a balloon to the chair in front of Ayatsuji's working table.

"Sorry about that, sensei," your laugh is sheepish, gingerly pushing his untouched no-milk and three-brown-sugar coffee. "But you're right. I'll consider laying off the sugar since you're already sweeter than any-"

"... Go on."

"... No." you solemnly close your eyes as you reach for your overly sweet coffee from his hands. "I have sensed I made a mistake of some kind."

The smell of pleasant coffee beans and cream wafts to your senses, promising a warm and energizing wake-up call from the haze of the morning and the remnants of your fading painkillers. What you have are mere grazes on the leg and a couple of broken bones, really. It doesn't matter as long as your responsibility is safe and sound.

"Ah. (Name)-kun, that's-"

"Whoa there! Wasn't that an indirect- AH that burns!-"

Ayatsuji, once again, sighs into the warm rim of his cup - the correct one, this time.

Translucent rays of the morning sun peek through the blinds of the well-decorated room. You're no longer in a maid dress, nor are you currently, stupidly doing whatever absurd request Ayatsuji dares you to do.

But you do resemble a doll, like this. dust particles floating around your eyelashes, you sitting prettily with a teacup in your hands. Have you been this pristine in appearance? Ayatsuji finally took the time to observe your features, curious as to why this slipped his attention for the weeks you stepped into his agency.

What prompted him to start looking, however, was the miscellaneous gauze littering your face, bandages slightly peeking from your sleeves.

His face ever so subtly sours.

"(Name)."

"Yes?"

"Look at the person you're talking to when they're speaking."

"Says you," your empty cup lands with a gentle thud against the wooden table, attention now transferred to the stacks of reports Ayatsuji should be doing for the day. "Say, do you need help with anything? I need your reports done by this afternoon so-"

The sensation of cold steel presses against your skin, startling your speech into silence. It tilts your chin up as it commands attention.

You know Ayatsuji's trusty kiseru too well. But not with this.. almost demanding gesture. Have you not looked longer, the Homicide Detective's sharp gaze will be reminiscent of the deadly one he procured when he faces those he condemned. But,

"You're awfully obedient and trusting towards me," he iterates, emphasis slow and tone deep—as if reciting the 'curse' you once sang to him beside the well.

"Agent (Name), have I perhaps attracted you in some way?"

"And so devoted," said he, turning your head as to appraise the 'battle wounds' —as you like to say it— that you took in his stead.

Two people, now unsure of what they are, are caught in silence. One decides to kill the hush. With the same derpy smile, you took the chance before Ayatsuji could open his mouth.

"Well, you are the detective here, Ayatsuji-sensei."

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