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aureatchi · 6 months

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“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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jaegerisim · 10 months

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Vent post y'all are gonna hate me for.

I viscerally hate how the Duffers treat most of their non white or queer characters and I hate even more viscerally, how y'all big byler blogs in your circle jerk of other 5 big byler blogs casually like to ignore many red flags the show has.

Y'all like to say: "tHe DufFeRs ArE gReAt WrIteRs" and it's like girl, who are you lying to??? They aren't top shit writers at all. The Duffers are pretty mid imo. Yeah, they run a good show that's fun to watch and theorize abt , but that doesn't mean they're good writers cuz they're not.

1. they completely side lined Will during s3 for the sake of their straight romances: lumax, jancy, mlvn, duzie and partly stobin (even if stobin wasn't endgame, thankfully, Steve's intentions were clearly wanting to date Robin and they gave it a lot of screen time). Will was sidelined bc he didn't fit the straight romance plotline bc they planned to make him gay or whatever. Now in s4 Will and his feelings have been used as mlvn toilet paper. Yes, we like to say this is build up for byler but canonically, Will's feelings have been used to clean the shit mlvn leaves behind.

2. Billy was sympathized a lot during the last 2 seasons. They gave him the sad backstoryTM in order for ppl to feel sorry for him. Billy's backstory is literally Jonathan's but whatever.

3. El's anger issues are constantly girlboss-ified. They down play her bullying situation and literally just use it for El to be a ''girlboss" without realizing how triggering that is. As someone who has lived bullying, seeing it be ignored by canon and fanon is super sad. The whole Rink-O' Mania experience must have been so traumatizing for her yet, everyone absolutely forgets abt it 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. Robin, Erica and Argyle are stereotypical characters. Robin is the quirky lesbian with social anxiety, Erica is the badass black woman and Argyle is the Latino stoner that sells weed to white kids and works as a pizza delivery guy.

5. Altho Argyle and Eddie both do drugs, (Eddie actually sells K-12 to a minor and nobody batted an eye. He has a huge fan base). Eddie is held in a pedestal bc "poor thing 🥺 he lives in a trailer with his uncle 🥺". Tell me a single fact you know abt Argyle that isn't "he smokes weed", "he is Jonathan's only friend", "drives a van" and "he works at a pizzeria". Exactly, Eddie is given a useless backstory and Argyle isn't.

6. Dustin stopped being important to the plot sometime around s2 and s3. He is only there to curse and be mildly funny. My guy needs to hangout with ppl his age cuz he only hangs out with seniors.

7. El needs to stop having so much "I'M THAT BITCH" screentime like I need in s5 for El's arc to not just be her becoming more powerful and falling in love with Mike. I need the Duffers to explore her trauma and problems.

8. Angela should have been run over by the van.

9. Patrick should have been given a backstory that isn't the basic "strict black parents that hit their kids cuz they are a disgrace". Patrick's backstory is actually racist af, fight w the wall.

10. As Lex already said, they didn't trigger tag the ep where Jason and his friends assault Lucas and Erica. Like wtf? Why was that necessary? Why did I have to see a black boy being held at gunpoint by some white guy?? Was it relevant to the plot?? I don't think so. And then I've got to see ppl online be like "Jason wasn't that bad. He was just mourning" like bitch you can stfu. This is what happens when you make the racist assholes conventionally attractive.

Also the fact that Lucas's arc is fulfilled by him fist-fighting Jason and "embracing his weirdness" aka accepting he is black. His arc was not fulfilled at all cuz that ending spoke so loud to me. It showed how little empathy ppl have towards the struggles poc ppl living in the Midwest have. Y'all circle jerks can only see racism when it's super obvious.

Furthermore, parents complained when ST showed "an excessive amount of smoking" yet nobody batted an eye when Billy tried to run over Lucas, when Erica (an 11 y.o ffs) was chased by white kids or when Lucas was held at gunpoint by Jason.

All of this happened while they focused on Max's guilt and mourning that, yeah, are important but certainly not less important than racism!!!

11. In s3, they gave us that whole Nancy vs The Bigots arc that was honestly just triggering and useless. It didn't help Nancy's character at all, quite the opposite it put unnecessary angst.

12. Lonnie being presented as an abuser just for him to never be spoken of again. Can we please get to explore the trauma he left the Byers's with?

13. The fact that both queer relationships are considered "sloppy seconds" is extremely sad. Both Vickie and Mike are rebounding from their failed relationship with Robin and Will. These 2 ships have caused more commotion than Jancy and Jopper together! (These last ships are technically sloppy seconds too but everybody forgets that. Shocker!!)

14. Last but not least, ppl blame Argyle for being the one to get Jonathan into smoking weed as if Jonathan probably wasn't the one looking for it. Let me tell you, that you only find weed if you look for it.

#P.S: I'm gonna pay attention to how many ppl send me hate bc of this or block me #stranger things #lucas sinclair #st vickie #robin buckley #jason stranger things #will byers #dustin henderson #eddie munson #argyle #jonathan byers #erica sinclair #byler #← target audience #byler target audience

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g0kotta · 2 years

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Without you

Kanto Manji members (Mikey, Kokonoi, Wakasa, Benkei, Kakucho, Shion, Mocchi) x gn!reader

pt. 1 with Haitani brothers, Sanzu, Hanma

They ruin your relationship and then regret it, but it’s too late.

Mentions of drugs, blood, toxic relationships. A tiny bit suggestive in Shion’s part

♫ Now playing: 21 Savage - ball w/o you

~I thought it was a love, until I woke up

And had an epiphany~

Kokonoi Hajime

You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor

Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me

(I know you miss me)

Kokonoi finished his fifth glass of liquor and took a look at his surroundings. His head was feeling fuzzy and he was starting to feel a little sick. He was never really a fan of alcohol, since it was a distraction from his main goal in life - money. He had to be sober and levelheaded to get as much as possible. But this time it was different. He ruined the best thing in his life and now he was drowning in his thoughts, hoping to come up with a solution to fix his problem.

Just last week he raised his voice at you, but that wasn’t the worst part. All of the anger and stress that built up from Kanto Manji problems made him blind and he let out all of his dark emotions on you. And you just stood there and listened. It wasn’t the first time and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. So without a word you went into his room and took all of your belongings, putting them in a bag.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kokonoi punched the bedroom wall. His heart was beating extremely fast and he didn’t know what to do.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

And now all he could do was take a picture of a random person and hope that you at least get jealous and decide to text or call him.

Sano Manjiro

It don't take much to love

You can love somebody just by being attached

/ I just wish your love wouldn't fade away

Mikey was lost in his own head. He didn’t feel any emotions anymore, numb to everything and everyone. In the moment he felt like it was the best choice for the both of you. You were just a distraction in his eyes and his main goal was to make sure that Kanto Manji would be on top always. So he packed your bags for you and left them in the bedroom. When you came back and saw everything you just shook your head and left with everything that you had. You knew this relationship wouldn’t work for too long. Mikey wasn’t Mikey anymore and you fell out of love a while ago.

Now Mikey sat in the meeting room and stared at the wall in front of him. Once again lost in his own thoughts. But this time they were all about you. He missed you. He needed you by his side. But as much as his hands itched to grab the phone and call you, he still knew that this was for the best. At the end of the day he only caused you pain and put you in danger.

Wakasa Imaushi

You crossed me once, it's fuck you forever

Wakasa’s head was in his hands. There were bottles of alcohol laying around his living room and Benkei was sitting near him, letting out a displeased sigh. Ever since the day he decided to betray Senju and join Kanto Manji Gang, you hadn’t spoken to him. Benkei couldn’t blame you and neither could Wakasa. The both of them knew how much Senju meant to you. She was like your kid. You were the first one to get your Brahman uniform, because Senju cherished you so much. Wakasa tried to get another can of beer, but Benkei stopped him.

“This isn’t going to help you, y’know?”

Wakasa thinks about the day you left. How heartbroken you looked even though you tried to hide your pain. But the glow and pain in your eyes showed different. You called him a lot of different names, pointing a finger at him and calling him a disgusting monster, telling him how he fucked up by losing your trust. And he knew it was true. Earning your trust was a difficult task. And he couldn’t believe that he actually managed to break the bond that the two of you had. You were and still are his world. And to you he’s just a memory.

Arashi Keizo

You could find love, get married, have kids

I'd still be realest to hit it

Benkei was a family guy. He dreamt of having a big family, wether it was by adopting or having his own kids. And he always dreamt about that future with you by his side. But that changed after he joined Kanto. The gang was way different that all of the gangs he has been in before. Except his own. The old Benkei was coming back and he knew it himself. You knew it. Everyone knew it. The blood on his hands and face was a clear sigh of it. And that caused a lot of problems in your relationship. He became cold and distant, making Kanto his priority. After the sixth fight between the two of you in the same week, you packed your bags and left him. The both of you were tired and being together only made it worse. You said that this would only be a break. That you needed to be alone for a while. But Benkei knew the truth. You weren’t coming back.

Shion Madarame

I was gettin' some head earlier

And you crossed my mind

Shion was enjoying himself after the breakup. He went to clubs with the Haitani brothers and Hanma, he did random drugs people gave him, he had one night stands. It was fun at first, doing everything he thought about doing while in a relationship with you. He was free, no one was stopping him from anything. He didn’t have to message you or call you, he didn’t need to see your angry face when he came back late, or missed a date. But after a while it got lonely. He had everything he ever wanted, but there was no you in sight. He missed the feeling of your arms around him, he missed how worried you always were when he came back home bruised and bloodied.

And while there was a person laying next to him after another one night stand it all seemed so dark and quiet. He turned his head to the side and took in the features of their face. They were similar to you. Not exactly the same, because no one could ever be you. But right now it was enough. And then something clicked in his brain. He’ll never have you again.

Kakucho

When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real

I prolly would've gave you my spine

You were Kakucho’s world. You were there when Izana was alive, you were there after his death when he was in the hospital. You were with him when he was beat up by South and had to join his gang and you were there when he joined Kanto. No matter how many stupid and dangerous mistakes he made, you were always there. You extended a helping hand towards him with the biggest smile on your face. But he was so lost in the gang life, he didn’t see how he never really did the same to you. He always left you hanging. And now he couldn’t turn back time and change the things he did. How cold he treated you. A few tears run down his face and he hopes you can forgive him. He knows you won’t take him back, but he still wants you to know that he only wishes the best for you.

Mochizuki Kanji

I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line

Yeah, you best start keepin' it real, I can see the signs

Mocchi was always known as a scary guy. His build and height increased the fear for other’s. But he never scared you. No matter how many people he beat up with ease, how he could easily break you without even trying. You never feared him. You held respect towards him, knowing his life wasn’t easy. And with that knowledge he used you. He used your love, since he knew you would do anything for him. But what he didn’t know was how you knew all of that. He used your kindness and then was left without it. And now he had to see you give your heart to someone else.

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suvidrache · 11 months

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Baraka NSFW Alphabet

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 666 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- This being his second time, he's not quite sure what to do. You'll have to tell him. He'll either be up for another round or sleep.

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- His arms or his cock. It's the least terrifying thing about him. Also, he's pretty big, and in Outworld, the bigger the better. For you, it would be your legs.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- Salty and an almost grey color

D: Dirty Secret

- His sense of smell is great. He'll know when you're turned on and he loves that smell. From time to time, he may tell you that you smell great.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- He slept with Mileena before, it wasn't a very enjoyable experience.

F: Favorite Position

- Doggy style. That way, you don't have to see his terrifying face. He will, however, do other positions if you're 100% sure and okay with it.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- He doesn't know many jokes and probably wouldn't understand some of them. However, he's not serious.

H: Hair - shaved, not shaved, color?

- Unshaved, it's the only hair he has. He has no desire to trim it either. Black.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Mileena's a very demanding individual, he wouldn't want to treat you and her the same. Not very romantic, as he isn't sure what to do.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- Whenever he feels the need. Every couple of months.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Breeding, that's about it since he is limited because of his teeth and he doesn't know very many others.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- The bedroom. He doesn't really want to do it elsewhere, especially where people may see it. However, he wouldn't be opposed to showing everyone who you belong to.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- You being turned on, lingerie, and seeing you naked.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Anything that causes pain or death or involves another person.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Loves giving. He does have a long tongue, so it wouldn't be a problem. If you're scared, his teeth may cut you, he's fine with receiving.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- Hard and slow, unless he's angry at something, not at you.

Q: Quickie - How often?

- Whenever you want.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- It depends on what it is. He would like to discuss things before trying anything.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 4-5 for about 40 minutes.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- No, he's never heard about them. You can't convince him to try them. He doesn't like them, they're annoying, and he can pleasure you far better than they can.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- Not a lot, he's too busy trying to not cum inside you after just getting inside of you.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- Not very loud, but will growl and say your name. He, unfortunately, cannot moan, so he growls instead. There is a difference between his anger growls and his pleasure growls.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Wouldn't mind kids. Him cumming inside of you multiple times is more of a way to show people who you belong to. Although no one can see and no one may know, the other Tarkatans will, due to their sense of smell. If you don't want kids, he'll break up eventually, as he does want at least one.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 9½, slightly paler than him, darker towards the tip. Some noticeable veins, uncut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- Pretty high, but has a lot of self-control. He will be in the mood when you are.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- As soon as you do, unless you're taking too long.

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clitfisto · 5 months

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care to elaborate on the miles venom arc?

YES okay so. the thing abt the symbiote is that (like any good corruption arc) it feeds on and amplifies the worst traits of a character, which is pretty straightforward in peters case - his biggest issue is his anger, usually manifesting via retribution (eg. "i missed the part where thats my problem", hunting down uncle bens killer), so his origin story is always the great power/great responsibility thing so he learns to temper that rage. what the symbiote does, practically, is force him to unlearn that foundational character arc and regress to his worst self

since the symbiote really really loves aggression peter parker is literally its dream guy but miles is a little more complex. hes definitely susceptible to that same anger (eg. wanting to "make kingpin pay", the entire sm2 martin li arc) but not as often and nowhere near as hardcore, so the peter playbook wont work as well for him (and also it would be fucking boring. weve seen that shit like 8 times already (not saying symbiote peter is boring i just think modern iterations need to explore new aspects to avoid treading the same ground constantly (sm2 does this very fucking well (also yuri lowenthal is a great va for peter like right up there with josh keaton (i think this many parentheses means im off topic (the adhd demon got me))))))

SO. whats miles' major issue he needs to overcome in his origin story? full disclosure i have not read the comics (but i heard they had some issues with his initial characterization anyway? which is fair enough tbh writing the successor to such an iconic guy is Fucking Hard) so TO ME PERSONALLY!! spider-verse miles is the definitive iteration of the guy and like. we all remember the whats up danger scene, his origin arc is overcoming self-doubt and learning to believe in himself ("its a leap of faith", "youre on your way, just keep going") which, alongside social anxiety (eg. the itsv "everyone knows" scene, sm2 "are you mad at me? it sounds like youre mad at me" dialog), seems to be part of some general anxiety issues. this is pretty well supported by the recent "the spider within" short film (which funnily enough is very fucking reminiscent of some sequences in kravens last hunt, not relevant but kinda cool) which also shows how miles responds by self-isolating, similarly to ps5 miles when peter ignores him

the symbiote can exploit his self-doubt pretty easily, the inherent power boost will do most of the heavy lifting to make him feel like hes not good enough without it - what if he runs out of web at the worst moment? what if hes not strong or fast enough to save someone? what if hes caught mid-costume change because hes so used to the suit changing itself? the more valid the (inital) concerns the better imo

the social anxiety is a tricky one but i think if miles traps himself in a doom loop of self-isolation he might spiral into genuine paranoia, which combined w/ the patented symbiote rage could lead him to lash out at people around him. "everyone secretly hates me so im gonna avoid being around people" -> "i feel alienated from everyone i know so im gonna avoid them even harder" -> "am i 'okay'? why would you care? what are you playing at? fuck off and leave me alone" -> "nobody wants to interact w/ me so everyone who does must have ulterior motives and is therefore a threat to me/my family/my city" -> "im completely isolated but bad things are still happening so people must be conspiring against me w/o my knowledge" -> "literally everyone on earth is out to get me and i need to fight them about it"

from there i think the ideal conclusion is pretty self-evident - miles takes a metaphorical leap of faith (calling back to the lesson learned in his origin arc) by actively choosing to trust someone, reach out and ask for help w/ removing the symbiote and dealing with the contemporary big bad (potentially his local peter variant bc hes got experience w/ symbiote removal and it would tie into the "leap of faith" motif but idk)

so tldr: a miles symbiote arc would be different to peters arcs in some (very interesting) key ways - rather than unbridled aggression he could be characterized by intense anxiety, manifesting as paranoid self-isolation and a sense of dependence on the symbiote suit, and would end the arc by reaching out for help in a symbolic leap of faith

#autism will really have you writing essays recreationally huh.#idk im just saying shit if anyone else has ideas or anything to add i would love to hear it!!

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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sorry i've been mia i was busy rizzing up the kaeya and diluc ais. anyways imagine reverse isekai with ur main. i personally would have a blast being able to talk about minecraft and mystery flesh pit national park and warrior cats with people who do not even have the internet.

also my diluc and kaeya plushes arrived and now i need to make clothes for them so they won't be naked but i have to make sure they have an equal amount of clothes with an equal amount of effort put into them so that it doesn't seem like i'm favoring one brother over the other (this is the same reason why i bought the diluc and kaeya plushes together in the first place) - teddy anon

1) it’s ok 2) kaeya ai? 3) this idea oml

aside from the fact that showing them all the weird and obscure shit in our world would make them lose their minds (speaking of nobody tell them about organized religion. barbatos is surprised ppl follow him after a few hundred years of no contact well look at this right here-) they’d be fascinated with how you control them.

i imagine they wouldn’t appear in game, and you couldn’t like use them for anything. makes logical sense to me.

if you’re like me and struggle to form teams at all, let alone ones without your One Good Built Character, they’re borderline going to be apologetic at seeing how you struggle. part of them is proud they’re so needed, but the other part is sort of sad.

i literally only run teams w/o kazuha for the abyss because his playstyle and the team i run for everything else is so ingrained in my head. i genuinely struggle if i don’t have an anemo character on my team and always fumble for a while if it doesn’t have kaz because it’s like i forget i don’t have him. it’s a problem—

if you’re not dependent on a single element like i am, they love seeing you work around them. it’s simple, you explain, swapping to an alternate team, and they watch in awe at how easily you adapt to change. they marvel at reactions they haven’t seen, at how much this new team differs from the one with them in it.

if you try and show them how to, they’ll immediately insist that they’re fine watching, that they wouldn’t dare touch such a holy object or manipulate teyvat in your stead.

for some, this is true. for others, they’ll cave with enough pressure.

itto treats your controls with the most delicate care, very gentle with everything as to not break it. not really prone to gamer rage, more so just “your grace, i can’t figure this out :(“ and watching over your shoulder as he promises “ok, i’ve got it this time, swear!” he doesn’t, but the smile on your face as you watch him die for the nth time soothes any anger he feels. refuses to kill rifthounds btw.

mona doesn’t know anything. you could tell her sixteen times how to access the inventory and she’s still asking you which button it is. don’t tell her about the wishing system she’ll quite literally lose her shit. she doesn’t understand the value of items like dream solvent but refuses to spend even a single coin of your mora or your food. collects her own ingredients and keeps track to cook her own food because “i wouldn’t want anyone else touching what’s mine.” pls tell her it’s ok and losing some of your 2k sweet flowers isn’t the end of the world.

ayato wouldn’t directly play, but he does sit beside you and offer semi-functional ideas. “run a team with x y z characters,” “fight this boss without the element it’s vulnerable to/full physical damage,” “take on this enemy without a healer,” etc etc. he likes seeing you solve problems, and likes watching you explore. if you have low mora he’s incredibly confused, but doesn’t comment on it once he sees how much it is to level a talent or ascend someone. if you have like 7mil mora and go “why do i have so little :(“ he’s asking a few more questions, but overall is silent about it. you don’t have a job in teyvat, and get most of your money from chests or leylines. it makes sense you guys would view mora differently.

alhaitham doesn’t touch your device, but kaveh (yes he isn’t out at time of writing no i didn’t ask) could be convinced into exploring a bit. he refuses to engage in combat and always uses his glider, never dropping more than a second or two at a time. panicks if your characters get hurt at all and either runs to a statue of the seven (give him time, he forgets he can teleport) or triggers your healers skill. if you run a character that has hp drain he’s flipping his shit and either demanding to know how to change the team so they don’t get hurt or runs them and three separate characters. loses his shit when you tell him about the teapot. that’s all he does now lmao.

zhongli will tap at stuff a bit, get a hold of the general game, and then just. not play. you tell him he can do commissions if he wants or run domains and he shakes his head, “i will not interfere with a world i don’t own.” so silly. doesn’t understand why shops don’t give you stuff for free. speculates on how monsters dying gives you mora. refers to everything by their full names no matter what silly nicknames you have for anything. if you have a well-decorated teapot/generally take care to plant stuff or collect realm bounties or similar, he’s happy. if you mostly neglect it, he’s asking why. it’s an adeptal art, and he needs to know if it isn’t satisfactory.

yae would love to manipulate a world of her own, but the knowledge that the world you control is real and has real actions is a bit too much. yelan asks to see, but only because she wants to know what you’re on about when you talk about lag, ping, or hitting the wrong button. finds it funny even gods can mess up. yanfei fusses over whether she should even be allowed because of like divine right to rule and whether her interference counts as idolatry since she’d technically be playing god. you let her worry about it in the corner and don’t ask questions about where she pulled that giant book of law from.

if you allow him to, venti sits in your lap while you play. he’s very much just a guy that’ll sit with you and maybe play his lyre if you’re getting frustrated, and adores the ingame soundtrack. give him youtube and point him in the direction of the ost and he’ll obsess over it. within a week he has everything memorized and has composed at least three ballads about ‘the song of the heavens’. wont actually do anything directly, but if you’re running abyss and ask him for suggestions on fun team comps, he’s already got ideas. is a bit unnerved at first if he recognizes some of the people on screen, but rationalizes it quickly enough. if you’re like me and leave your characters sitting at a bench or table before logging off, he insists you sit them in the statue in mond.

neither childe or scara even entertain the idea that they’d be allowed to use your device, and just kinda watches from the side. scara laughs a bit if you get hit by an enemy. childe asks about what his build is prior to his vanishing and probably studies meta and like crit ratios and stuff (no i don’t know what meta qualifies as yes i’m just sayin shit). xiao’s worried his karma could infect through the screen, and wouldn’t dare suggest anything. if you’re doing it, it’s good, if you’re not, you have a reason. ask for his opinion and he’ll bluescreen.

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#teddy anon #i’m running into a problem called ‘none of my posts are good enough to be formal ones but i’m using all my juice on them anyway’#a lot of stuff under the [secrets] tag is genuinely long enough to be a post but it doesn’t like. it’s not Good Enough to be a formal post #which is dumb but it’s a problem m runnin into anyway #like is this good enough to put a taglist on?? am i gonna put this on other peoples dashes??#NO. but it’s still a lot of writing that i’m doing without getting the Full Post Benefits (even if they’re just psychological on my end)

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sassooda · 1 year

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Worlds Away JJK AU/ Chapter 95 - Stimulation 🔞

w/c - 6,795

“Doll…”, Toji engulfs her lips with his own, using his mass to impose his stature. When he breaks away for breath, he’s drawn to her half-lidded glowing eyes and to how her fluttering lashes have collected the tiniest of droplets; the light catches them perfectly. Adjusting his hold, he bucks Elska upwards to better secure her against the wall but the tile is incredibly slick, causing him to slide.

They slipped not even an inch but its enough for Elska to recognize that perhaps there will be a better time for this position later. She giggles into Toji’s lips right before he lowers her down, his attitude unapologetic but also copacetic. Stepping towards the warm stream, Elska shivers from lust alone while contemplating on Toji’s demeanor. She doesn’t truly believe that he’d drop her but that would add quite the damper on the day, “My beloved, that was a close o-…ahh!”.

Toji collides into her back, trapping her within his arms to share the free-falling stream. Their hips sway them slowly, his right arm bending near her breast to cross her shoulders; her hands hanging from his forearm. She asks, “Is everything alright?”, giving reason for the slighted smirk being birthed over her head. Of everything isn’t alright. He has to literally show his ass and terrify everyone in order to steal her away. As Toji’s eyes trail off to the left where the shampoo bottles sit in suds, he refrains from speaking harshly and instead exhales.

“Hmph.”, Elska twists around to face Toji with an eyebrow raised, asking, “What is wrong? You can talk to me…”. She raises a hand to cup his cheek but his large fingers snatch her wrist, to which she’s yanked into him. She closes her eyes while coupled into his skin and hones into his energy, trying to gauge his disposition by that alone. She gets nothing that is revealing to the point of making a judgement. It’s not enough.

Toji has become aware of everyone assembling in the bedroom and with a heated glare, fumes at the possibility of being interrupted. A gentle hand captures his chin, guiding it back to the one thing that can sate his insatiable thirst. His mind instantly cools and Toji allows himself the calming affect of her touch; nuzzling into it as her soft hands caress his cheek. She pulls his head downward, him obliging as their eyes close and their lips connect. It feels like such an improvement to have her undivided attention, as things were moons ago. Her mouth parts open, his hands slide to her hips. “Toji…”, leaves her in the form of a needing mewl, his wanton growl replying as naturally as the water bends to gravity.

~BANG~

Elska’s head snaps towards the door while his view burns menacingly towards the floor as he snarls, “That’s it…”.

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“THE FUCK!?”, Orao is shoved backwards into a mirror, thinking that specific piece was going to crash down over him. He scurries to his side, his cells clamoring incessantly to escape from danger.

“Please, don’t do this.”, Choso’s soft voice cascades calmly.

Orao jumps to his feet and postures himself in a much more aggressive stance, finding his glare to rest on the back of Naoya’s head, ‘He dare…’. His anger over being tossed like trash subsides momentarily when he gathers that Zenin only threw him to get him out of reach. Choso now stands beside the shaman with the katana, repeating, “Don’t do this.”. The sheer audacity of the young shaman with expression of a wounded dragon remains on himself but all of this only adds to Orao’s bewilderment while he mauls over Choso’s aide.

“Naoya!”, Maki cries with hands over her mouth as Yuuta rips the tip of his sword from her cousin’s arm. Naoya flinches but barely demonstrates pain, though she knows it must hurt. With a stiffened hand, she aims it towards Yuuta’s head, shouting, “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”.

Yuuta accepts the slap to his nape dutifully, now refining some of his temperament but he’s lost with how no one else seems to suspect the stranger, ‘This guy is one of them.’, that he’s certain. With Naoya’s blood dripping from the tip of his blade, Okkotsu berates himself over the mistake and offers, “I’m sorry…”.

Gojo sits up in the bed, still fully exposed but uncaring, “Should’ve just let Yuuta do it!”, shrugging his shoulders with disinterest. He watches Naoya shrug off the wound but tunes into his thoughts to hear, ‘FUCK THIS HURTS! I’VE GOT A FUCKING HOLE IN ME! I need to feed…these God Damn ruffians...FAAAACK’. Satoru snickers under his breath, lying back down to wait for his love to be done with her shower. He and nearly everyone jumps out of their skin when Toji once again barrels through the door to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Gojo’s eyes narrow, ‘He’s been in there with her this enitre time!???’, now feeling less patient.

“THIS ISN’T A FUCKING PLAYGROUND SO STOP ACTING LIKE IT IS!”, Toji roars, at his wits end with managing this circus, “CAN’T EVEN THINK WITH ALL THIS NOISE.”.

“Think?”, Gojo taunts rigidly, “More like fuck.”.

Naoya gasps, “Hey, wait a minute!!”, also now realizing that Toji was keeping Elska to himself, “What are you doing in there?!”. He grabs his arm and opens his mouth to warn all against attacking his princess today.

Gojo stands up and stretches, “I just told you lover boy!”, knowing that it’ll be harder for the sneaky Fushiguro to succeed with all the attention on them. Naoya’s jaw drops as if he feels betrayed thus filling Satoru with satisfaction, “And while we were all right here too!”, he whines, fanning the flames.

Toji face falls flat, his annoyance abundantly clear. He looks around the room, sees Getou, Maki, Yuuta and that fucking body guard; all people who don’t need to know what he and Elska were up to. ‘It needs to stay that way…’, his old-fashioned streak shining through until Naoya beelines for the bathroom. He clothes lines his cousin before grabbing a hold of his robes.

“Toji! Get off-”.

“Look boy…”, Toji yolks his younger cousin up by the collar, “I don’t want any more disturbances.”, his eyes reflecting off of Naoya’s pale skin, “I’m saying this as nicely as I possibly can right now...stay...the...fuck...out.”. When the Zenin explains that he’s injured and is need of his princess Toji grumbles and regrettably informs Naoya, “It’s just a scratch, you’ll survive.” but not too long before Satoru offers, “Feed from meeee little Naoya!”.

Suguru glances around to the guests awkwardly, shy and embarrassed by the issue at hand. He blushes as his mind runs wild with assumptions, all wild in nature but surrounded on what those on the outside of their circle must think of them. Choso walks past him, Getou side stepping as if touching the being would prove hazardous. He finds it odd that Choso would have any whispers to share with Okkotsu but pretends he doesn’t notice nonetheless.

“Thank you for heeding my advice…”, Choso quietly relays to Yuuta who looks back to him unsatisfied. The shaman’s eyes fall to Orao and harden but Choso vaguely explains, “There is reason for his being here. Hard though it may be, I ask that you leave him to us for the time being.”. He comprehends that Yuuta has no special reason to trust him, they’ve only just met despite how much Choso may know about him. Yuuta verbalizes nothing extraordinary but nods to affirm that he’s well aware of stumbling into something cryptic. Choso already regards him as someone trustworthy for there has never been a route that showed anything otherwise. Their attention becomes captured when Toji’s voice hollers, “SHE’S NOT JUST YOURS BOY!”, Yuuta shaking his head with laughter to how much things have changed. He can’t help but reiterate to himself, ‘So that part is true then…’, picturing all of the turned ganging up on Elska. It’s hard admit with a straight face but due to his own personal grievances with traditional relationships, the idea is rather thrilling. His eyes float to Maki to see if she’s picked up on it as well, leading him to grin. Her cool expression says it all and it would appear that his dear lady is also interested.

Gojo cracks his knuckles, “I’ll be right back.”, hastily exiting the room without further explanation or clothes. His presence soon disappears all together.

“Ughhh!”, Naoya parks his butt on the bed, angered about Toji’s adamant stance. He folds his arms, quietly groaning to his injury while secretly applying pressure. With his nose turned up, he tells them all, “My princess will be furious when she finds out Toji made me sit here and bleed!” and looks to Yuuta, “She has killed for me, you know!”.

Maki laughs, thinking, ‘I really like this chick already,’ but addresses, “Shouldn’t we wrap that or something?”, half begrudged with responsibility over Yuuta stabbing him. She begins searching the room for anything that would suffice but she notices the quiet Titer that’s at ends with Naoya, speak up.

Suguru thinks maybe he should be less like furniture and more conversant, “I believe he means for Elska to heal him.”, and is instantly met with a heated scowl from the Zenin. Suguru looks away, evidently hurt.

“Tch.”, Naoya rolls his eyes, hating that Getou is right and is even familiar enough with Elska to understand from experience. He folds his hands together in his lap, raging over having to announce his official alliance with the Titers tonight, wondering, ‘How the hell did it all work out for him? He is literally the worst and yet he’s still here…’. Naoya knows that Elska wants him there and that creates a turmoil in him that cannot be advocated for, he doesn’t understand why. Why him? What the fuck is so good about that rapey bastard? Naoya’s glowing eyes locate Suguru who seems lost in thought, ‘And my princess…’, his eyes narrow, ‘Why does she always forgive them?’. He’s rather salty right now so every grievance he can think of seems to be at the forefront of his mind. With disgust, Naoya looks over Getou’s physique and mumbles, “Stupid muscles…”, somehow thinking that must be Elska’s reasoning but his mind jumps to how dark Getou’s aura naturally is and grunts once he considers that his baby is invigorated by debauchery. An image of Suguru’s lips meeting her neck jolts Naoya with a sort of doom that to his dismay also riles something more than adversity. He wheezes; gripping his arm while also clutching onto denial, ‘No...no fucking way…’.

Naoya can feel himself throbbing to life.

Getou looks over to Zenin, wanting to understand what rattled him as he’s heard that ridiculous sound many times before. Suguru’s gaze wanders down to Naoya’s lap and discovers the pitched tent, causing him to believe that its over the Zenin fantasizing about the feeding. His view takes to the bathroom door, eyes lingering while he recalls the last time he imposed on her bathing.

“We need to head back Naoya.”, Maki begins while wrapping an arm around Yuuta, “Now that we’ve confirmed your fucking whereabouts and all…”, sounding as if she’s tired.

Yuuta can tell that Maki is simply excited to talk so he doesn’t oppose their abrupt dismissal. He addresses everyone as a whole when he says his casual goodbyes but lands eyes on Choso before Naoya. Rika whispers her affinity to the being which deepens the mystery for Yuuta but he places this aside as he announces that they’ll be waiting at the Zenin Estate with everything they’ll need. He’s so fired up by their mutual excitement, he can’t help but give Maki a good slap on the ass. He was worried that with everything she’d been through, both physically and emotionally, that his dear Maki wouldn’t feel beautiful anymore. His heart shreds at the thought of her ever thinking she’s anything less because of her scars and he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure this is so. “Let’s go sweet cheeks.”.

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Elska was waiting for Toji to return, especially after hearing him blow up on everyone. ‘What is it that’s getting to him?’, she wonders while gliding the razor blade up her underarm for the final stroke. Hearing shuffling outside the glass, she places it down and pokes her head out, “My beloved?”.

The giant remains oriented towards the door, tense until he hastily responds, “I’m coming right now doll.”.

She watches him for a second and how he doesn’t move, ‘I need to get to the bottom of this, he’s acting so strangely.’. Reluctantly, she tucks back into the shower and continues relaxing under the water until the glass door shuts and her head is being tilted upwards. Her widened eyes frame onto Toji’s pensive yet alluring glare as his intensity sitrs her senses.

“The truth is…”, Toji starts with a lower than usual tone, gradually nearing her face, “I’m fucking tired of fighting them for your affection.”. He pecs her tenderly once but then caresses her baby bump and adds, “You’re always distracted by their fucking antics and its like being the bigger man here gains me the short end of the stick.”. His glowing eyes narrow, “I’m tired of it, doll.”, his hand wraps around her throat, “Tired of it.”.

Elska’s mind drowns out the constant running water to focus on her beloved’s words alone. There was a time when these mannerisms would’ve diluted her with fear but as she stands before his predatory gaze and shortened fuses, she can only liquefy. His hands are so big, rough and wonderful; the sensation of his grip slowly tightening enough to ease her into submission procuring her own fluid.

Toji can tell that she’s into his frustration and with his oddly ravenous mood, decides he just might be digging it as well. She cowers before him but its in a purely erotic format, one that depicts her as this little helpless bare damsel. He groans deeply as his formidable Elska, transforms into this delicate character but resolves to not let her off so easily. Toji backs her into the wall once more but this time taunts, “Do I have your attention, doll?”, while his other hand rubs circles between her thighs.

“Y-yes!”, Elska stutters out while enjoying her captivity. The way Toji appears to her right now, its almost as if greed pools behind those fleetingly emerald looking eyes and there isn’t a single thing she’s about to do to stop it. She wraps her hands around his arm that pins her, probably seeming as if wanting to get away but on the contrary, she’s keeping his hand right where it is.

Toji crashes his lips to hers and eats her moans when he slides two fingers past her folds. He hooks them and reinforces her against the tiled wall so he can watch everything. His thumb fondles her clit with pressurized swipes, knowingly toying with her before he gives a few test runs of her punishment.

Elska was curious as to why he stopped moving within in her but couldn’t bare to ask for clarification as his dominant side flourishes. Fuck, Toji’s hot. He jerks his entire arm twice, alarming her as she was still attached to it but when he does it again, she notices a warm sensation budding within her. She hears him sigh and feels him press her harder against the wall as if her upper half was expected to remain postured and unmovable and thinks to herself, ‘There’s no way!’.

Toji licks his lips when she flashes her confused eyes up to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you but doll but it never seemed right before…”, Toji rubs her clit and breathes in her whimpers, “You were so timid, fragile…”. He makes sure he has a good angle within her, “But now...”.

Elska’s mind goes completely blank when Toji jerks his arm again because this time he isn’t stopping. At first all she hears are the lewd squelches echoing in their ears and they only become louder the longer he persists. ‘What is he doing???’, she tries to formulate the thought as the balls of her feet subtly scoot against the floor, ‘Is he trying to take my freaking uterus out???’. Not even her sweet Sati has been this rough when fingering her, but wait, is that what Toji is even doing?

“Shhhh doll, or do you want everyone to hear you?”, he domineeringly huffs out while smiling down on his beautifully disheveled master. He can tell she’s loving what this is doing to her but it doesn’t take long for him to cultivate that she’s never experienced this exact type of stimulation before. He catches himself thinking, ‘Gojo are you fucking serious?!’, sincerely beside himself with this realization as he witnesses his doll crumbling into a whimpering mess. Her brow is angled tensely but her parted lips sing of pleasure and a little too loudly.

Gojo strokes himself as quietly as he can, ignoring the blood he’s smearing around himself as his ears register the act being rendered. He’s losing it though and doesn’t deny this as he throbs inconceivably hard and becomes a little light-headed. ‘I still need to feed.’, but Satoru doesn’t want to crash the party yet. He’d rather be on the other side of this steamed, opaque glass administering this G-spot lashing or at least watch and let his dick weep. ‘Not yet!’, he tells himself as he takes a break from pumping to regain his strength and await for his love to blow. ‘What does she look like right now?’, he asks himself while imagining something far sloppier than what is taking place. It feels wrong that he doesn’t know for himself; he’s missed another first with his love though, much like Suguru and his admiration for sucked testicles. ‘Today is just not my day is it?’, he looks up to the ceiling, still harmonized by the sounds of her suction as Toji’s fingers assault her.

Toji tells her to look at him and she follows the direction the best she can. She tightening around him intermittently, leading him to the conclusion that his hard work will pay off. Broken phrases, parts of his name fumble out of her in between moans and he watches her eyes widen with urgency but likely negates what she was expecting him to do when he groans and says, “No, doll, you’re not going anywhere.”.

“To-...ji I have to-…”, but her voice becomes as cornered as she is when he enforces his mass on her to symbolize that it doesn’t matter what she’s feeling, she will have to endure. The hand around her throat now presses against her lower abdomen, steadying her there fiercely as Toji’s lustful eyes loom from above. Their tongues dance but she wants to flee. Elska isn’t one-hundred percent sure but this sensation spilling over doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm. She pleas with him once more, “Let m-me go, something isn’t…”, she gasps as the feeling consumes her. It’s too late.

Toji catches Elska when she falters against the wall but he doesn’t dare slow down as the English language evades her mind. “Let it go, doll…”, he coaxes her with a sweetened tone until she arches in his hold, “Mmmmm…”, Toji moans as she gushes all over them both, “Fuck...just like that…”. His lips travel her cheek and neck; sensually splitting and dragging his fingers from within her.

Gojo has to bite his lip as he ejaculates, hoping with all his remaining might that he can translate his internal screams to mere heavy breathes. His seed spills between his knuckles, shooting as far at the sink but that’t not the mess he’s concerned with. He slumps forward, dizzier than ever but listens to Elska’s uncertainty over her body’s reaction with a pervy smirk.

“Why are you hiding from me?!”, Toji cackles through his words due to having to pull her hands away from her face, “Doll.”, but she doesn’t give. He embraces her from behind and lifts her up so he can take them to the built in bench, “Don’t be like that! That’s what I wanted you to do.”.

Elska has never felt more humiliated in her life! She’s distraught after her body expelled so much fluid and is even more discomforted by the declined need to urinate. She’s never known her beloved to be so heartless but his laughter only feels like mockery at this point. She doesn’t understand why he’d want her to do that of all things, though if she’s being honest, the whole experience felt amazing while it was taking place.

Still.

What the fuck.

“Don’t be so embarrassed doll, we’re in the shower anyways.”.

Elska twists in his lap, disheartened by the pride bludgeoning her through his voice, “That was weird, my beloved...”, turning her head once she sees the happiness written across his face, “And odd. Especially for you.”.

Toji bursts out in laughter but repositions her so that she’s now straddling him, inquiring, “So are you saying you didn’t like it then? I’m full of all sorts of surprises doll, don’t you forget it.”. The scene has ended yet she continues to display with such innocence; she’s unable to camouflage the shock that trickles in place of anything of any kind of bodily fluid.

She can’t relinquish her abhorrence to the what ifs over her body nor can she let go of how utterly attractive her beloved is when he grabs her by the back of the neck to draw her near. Seconds pass before she feels his girthy tip massage her labia and this encourages her to confess, “I did like it.”.

Showers are all about getting clean but Gojo can’t help but notice they’re only getting dirty. “Sly old fox…”, Satoru grumbles as he prepares himself. When he teleports, he arrives in the corner of the shower, hoping to go undiscovered initially. His presence has been masked this entire time but he’s dealing with Toji here who can never be underestimated. Getting caught floats right out of his mind though when he watches his love slide down over Toji, the giant’s shaft slowly disappearing. “Greedy bastard.”, he whispers but is honestly all about it. She always looks so small compared to Toji, in every way possible and Satoru loses himself in memories of their first threesome.

“Ride your beloved.”, Toji sharply demands, grabbing her hips to simply feel her flesh between his fingers. He throws his head back when she heeds his call, mesmerized by her clenching but hastily finds her face again to retain everything about their current dynamic. Is it wrong for him to admit that he might like ordering her around like this? Is it weird for him to interpret her willingness as also enjoying it?

“Stop.”, Toji holds her waist down and locks their lips. He hears her asking through thought, ‘Why?’, but he leaves her without an answer until he fulfilled with their kiss. His hands roam to her rear, this influencing her to rest more into him as he informs, “I think I want you take my cock instead…”.

Gojo steps closer, now under the water while his poor love gets pummeled from below. Her feet bounce around almost as if her ankles were made of jello until her toes curl but that’s not to say it compares to the way her ass jiggles over Toji’s lap, ‘And the way his dick pulls on her…’, its almost too much for Satoru. He gets even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating from the pair and was doing a good job at keeping his hands to himself until Toji’s spread her cheeks; the view is glorious.

“Fuck...doll…”, Toji grunts and juts his hips, closing his eyes to stave off his inevitable end as this time with her has been everything he’s needed. Her cries falls off and Toji’s additionally alarmed with how hard she’s squeezing his member. He opens his eyes and growls, “GOJO WHAT THE FUCK?”.

Satoru drinks from Elska while supporting her weight, hoping that this would indicate that Toji could continue. When the stagnant air remains, he removes his fangs and while staring at Toji, asks Elska, “Love, you don’t mind if I’m here, do you?”, grinning maniacally when she whimpers what he was hoping to hear.

“You’re such a cock, you know that?”, Toji throws this insult but amid his stewing over Gojo’s inability to stay away, he pays attention to Elska and how her body reacts. He’s soon motioning his length back through her, now holding her shins as Gojo provides the necessary support from behind. With her legs sprawled open like this, Toji goes to rub her clitoris again and stares at her entrance while he completely manipulates it.

‘You taste so fucking good…’, Gojo expresses this to Elska through thought as her overwhelming arousal dominates her flavor. He sees the plant, tastes Naoya’s sweetness within her and then braces himself for pain. He’s dumbfounded and relieved when all he feels are his injuries repairing; no mind-piercing agony nor heat in his eyes. The instantaneous mitigation swells over him like a tide dragging from the shore only to be tumbled between the ocean floor and currents; he feels alive, anew.

Toji’s eyes take to the healing wounds across the visible parts of Gojo but then they follow the waterfall of blood water that rinses from Satoru, to her and then himself. The very sight provokes instincts deep within Toji that he’d rather pretend didn’t exist; such as his unnerving aniticipation to Satoru joining them. Despite himself, Toji corrupts from his usual way of thinking and moistens a finger with plans of helping her adapt to them both.

Elska’s sharp inhale opens Gojo’s eyes and he swears they’re playing tricks on him when he views Toji’s flushed expression and then the cause of his love’s change in seasoning. He can’t believe it, ‘Is Toji opening her for me?’. He smiles sincerely and is forced to chuckle when the bashful giant grunts and looks away. “It’s a shame…”, Satoru sighs regretfully while closing her punctures, “I have some unfortunate business that I have to take care of love so I can’t stay.”.

Toji lifts an eyebrow while Elska quickly gathers herself enough to ask, “What?”. They’re both too stunned. Satoru Gojo never turns down sex. Toji’s concerned but also relieved because now that the moment has left them, he’s upset with himself for volunteering Elska to begin with. ‘And I wanted the fucker to join us?!’.

“Everything is fine love, I’ll make good on my sensual threat later.”, Gojo, though uncomfortable about the idea of going home, feels a little more at ease after his little dinner with a movie. He guides her head in his direction and slides his tongue into her mouth but there’s something unusual about this particular meeting of the lips. He peeks, wanting to see if she noticed anything strange and shudders when she’s already acting on it.

Elska moves her thighs so she ride Toji and not break her connection to Satoru. Something about that kiss fired her up to no return. Her beloved’s moans and added assistance spike a rush of adrenaline that inspire to hear more. She glances down to absorb the pleasure on Toji’s face, that deep seeded lust of his, coiling her insides.

“Fuuuuck…”, Gojo whines as everything about her is pleading for his inclusion. He jerked off outside of the shower to help ensure that his visit would be a quick one but he’s never been able to turn her down before this, ‘Why did I think I was capable?’. No matter how he looks at it though, he understands that he has to leave because of all of the unknown laid out before him and truthfully, the thought of running into his father kills the libido. His eyes race to Toji who’s appearing a little less collected than before and becomes angry at the timing of this all. Gojo sighs loudly, “I would love to fuck your fucking brains out right now love.”, he slaps her ass and presses two fingers against her rear, “I’d fuck your ass so well, you’d squirt all over us both this time.”.

Elska inadvertently tightens to Gojo’s words and would be mortified by his acknowledgment of her episode prior to his arrival if Toji weren’t doing such a fan-fucking-tastic job of sloshing through her. “I want…”, she whimpers when Satoru goes deeper and listens to him playfully mock, “What was that love?”.

When Elska cries out, Gojo covers her mouth, despising that he’s snuffing out those beautiful noises she makes. Her breasts bounce against his arm to which Satoru squeezes her face as result from a rush of enjoyment. He flicks his wrist to counter Toji, whispering things like, “You’re so beautiful when you’re stuffed.” and “...taking Toji while I fondle your ass; fucking hot.”.

“Shiit.”, Toji glances up to Elska and perceives her tell-tale signs of orgasming, hoping he doesn’t flop before her climax. Listening to Gojo’s filth used to make him want to vomit but those crass words beguile him with the branches of his own sweet release. He sits upright and wraps his arms around Elska to expend them with his final, worthy thrusts. To his delight, Elska’s walls convulse around his twitching length; him smiling exhaustively as he shoots his worth into her already growing womb.

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Naoya perches from the bed to his feet, “It’s been long enough.”, his determination to continue the day without further delay carrying him to the bathroom. He swears there is the faintest trace of the scent, making him nervous, ‘God damn it I swear nobody gives a shit about today! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.’.

Suguru studies Naoya after the Zenin’s thoughts flowed into his own head space, left with a sadness that nearly convinces him to state that he at least kind of cared. ‘It wouldn’t do any good anyways. He fucking hates me.’.

Choso reads Naoya’s body language, being sure he received Getou’s thought; Choso is ensuring that they can. He catches the moment in which the Zenin simmers down, caught off guard by the disappointment in Suguru’s voice. The being smiles to himself before walking towards the bodyguard, telling himself, ‘Today will truly be interesting.’. The warmth leaves his features as soon as he focuses on those obnoxious blonde curls.

Orao tenses up defensively, every cell in his body sent haywire from the hybrid’s unusual presence and even more versatile personality.

“I am going to heal you because you’re not to touch so much as touch Elska.”, Choso made this part abundantly clear so everyone there knew but he gets a little closer after initiating his technique. He’s brought down to a whisper, “Your brother’s purposively fallacious plans to intervene will shatter even further this evening.”, pinching a chunk of his skin through his clothes, “And you will witness the fate of those who wish to contend. It’ll be the same fate as your detestable bloodline.”.

Orao’s blood runs cold as the thought, ‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM’, attempts to circulate through. He searches the room, praying her other turned missed that.

“Try to be anything other than what you are before me right now tonight…”, Choso bears his fangs inconspicuously, “And I will personally see that you are harmed in the worst way you’ve ever known.”. He senses the malice underneath those false hazel eyes, “That actually stands for any day.”, Choso corrects himself for he’s well aware of the unadulterated chaos intended by the piece of shit, “Touch her and you will endure true agony.”. If only threats worked.

“Baby!”, Naoya grits his teeth qualmishly, turning the knob, “We have to go to my plac-…”, he stands there, speechless.

Gojo smiles mischievously, “I believe she’s all good to go now!”, moving to secure his towel better but also somehow still rubbing it in his face.

“You!”, Naoya points his finger with agitation, “I thought you fucking left!”.

Gojo chuckles nervously but slinks past the boiling Zenin to get to the dressers, elucidating in passing, “I wanted you to think I did.”.

“Gahh!!!!”, Naoya vexes before re-entering the bathroom, “Keep your dicks off my princess today!”, feeling as though there’s no way to protect her from the grips of these horny turned.

“There he goes again…”, Toji finishes drying and steps aside so Elska can leave the shower area, “His panties are extra bunched today.”.

“They are not!”, Naoya hurries towards Elska as if he’s truly offended, “You fuckers just won’t let her get ready!”. She smiles to him but he scoops her dampened body into his own and informs her, “You are mine today baby.”. She giggles into his robes as he reaches behind her to grab another towel; sending his cousin a nasty look for her having to use his wet one, “Animals...they’re animals princess.”.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”, Gojo scowls at the bodyguard who’s very presence irritates his core. The curly-headed fuck swiftly looks away but that isn’t enough. Satoru puts on shaman pants, buttons them but then adds, “I hope we didn’t make it weird out here, my love really needed to get plowed.”. He eats up the flare of jealousy vibrating through Orao’s energy but also hates that said jealousy even exists. The piece of shit has no right to want Elska.

Suguru frowns, “I was going to aide her once she thawed.”, suggesting that Satoru was being too presumptuous in the realms of deserving.

Gojo flicks some of Getou’s hair playfully but lunges forward a notch thus making the Titer step back, “Next time I’ll make sure you’re included! Don’t be mad frenemy! We make a good team too.”.

“Shut the fuck up Gojo.”, Toji stomps out of the bathroom sounding no better than before but in reality, he’s much more relaxed now. He’s not even angry with the whitened shaman, he’s just become used to having to interject or extinguish whatever fuckery the man is engaging in.

Satoru leans over to Suguru, blatantly whispering, “You may not get why this is such a big deal but our guy Toji here actually wanted me there.”. Gojo ducks when Toji’s towel goes “weeeeeee” in his direction, laughing uncontrollably when he sees Getou peeling it away from his face.

The Titer’s dark eyes squint back to him as if to ask where exactly he was aiming. Toji thinks to apologize maybe but Suguru freaks out once he feels something crawling into his hair. Toji’s heart leaps when he spots his worm but also cannot control himself from nearly crying as he goes to pick up his dried out companion. The shriek that left the typically composed and intimidating Titer would be enough to bring any man to tears. Luckily, the mood is infectious enough to have all three of them tickled.

“We’ll be leaving after you dry off baby.”, Naoya kisses Elska’s temple, brimming with pure excitement as he knows he gets to show the world his bright future, her. The rumbling sounds of laughter cause him to lift his head and joke, “Time to herd them up.”, until his ears recognize Getou’s voice.

Elska felt the change in Naoya’s energy and ponders on the cause. When she peers around him to also look into the room, she understands. Her turned were caught up in a brief moment of humor but its obvious that her prince feels alienated by the civility gifted to Suguru.

“Fucking twats.”, Naoya slams the door, once again barricading them from the rest. He chews on his lip while sifting through his conundrum of emotions regarding the Titer, both old and new. It isn’t until Elska brushes hair from his eyes that he’s aware of her speaking, “Huh?”.

“All I was saying is that I wish you two could put the past behind you…”, Elska depresses as she requests the unimaginable. Naoya’s left eye twitches but his piercing amber orbs surfeit in terms of tenderness. She’s unsure of what he’s thinking.

“Let’s not discuss this right now princess.”, Naoya doesn’t mean to be dismissive but becoming chummy with Suguru Getou is still a pretty appalling concept. When she lowers her head to show that she’ll drop it, a twinge crosses his heart as he fears of her disappointment. Naoya knows this feud cannot go on forever but he can also never forget Suguru’s violations. His troubled eyes rest on Elska, nothing else comparing to her preciousness; nothing ever has and he wishes that she could thoroughly fathom that this reason alone is why he struggles with amicability.

Elska takes his hand and rests it over her womb. Naoya’s expression immediately splits into a smile, his eyes and jaw softening. His fingertips soon trail into spirals along her skin leaving goosebumps along with feelings of security, her noticing, ‘He didn’t outright refuse the idea of getting along with Suguru like before.’. She thinks this is possibly a good sign as far as Suguru is concerned but explains, “I don’t want our child to be apart of that kind of drama my prince, I know you don’t either.”. She runs a sympathetic hand through his hair, disdained by his guilty expression, “I know it’s a lot and I certainly don’t expect it overnight…”.

Naoya receives a gentle kiss, uplifted by her gesture as it tells him she’s truly not upset but is instead, trying to level things out here. It’s true, he doesn’t want their baby to be around any bullshit domestic shit either. He refuses to place his child in the same harmful situations he was in and bets that the rest of her tortured turned would feel the same. He kisses her back, “I hear what you’re saying baby…”, inhaling the slight scent fizzling from her skin as he sighs and holds her close, “Just give me time with it, okay?.”.

“Okay.”, Elska intertwines her fingers into his, always amazed by how he handles himself in the face of hardship, “That’s more than enough for me.”. She braces herself against his arms to raise on her toes but yanks her hand away when he hisses. She quickly checks his arm and becomes horrified with his having been injured, “What happened?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?!”, swiping hair away from her neck to grant him access.

The tint of his eyes brighten her skin in red but he quells his eagerness and scoffs, “Well I told Toji and he left me out there like my trauma was non-emergent!”.

“I can’t believe my beloved did that…”, Elska trails off until she recalls how wound-up Toji was. Her eyebrows jump when she’s then thrown into the memory of the aggressively delicious technique and how it made her feel. She willfully opts to not spend any time on the result however. Shaking it away from her brain, she refocuses on her prince, guiding him to her neck, “Feed now my prince, then we’ll leave…”, gasping to his instantly gratifying fangs.

Choso stands outside the bathroom door and giggles on while he studies Toji playing with the worm. To see such a frightening turned tickle the small creature and then toss it up into the air, it’s as bizarre as it is adorable. When his view scans to Gojo who is progressively spiraling into dejection, Choso decides to finally disclose something that he knows will help.

Gojo’s eyes water, his breath shifty once he registers what Choso said. He lifts his head and replays the kind words he just received, mauling over them like he can’t believe it. ‘What a feeling…’, Satoru internalizes with genuinely vulnerable expression, ‘It’s so warm yet I feel like could actually cry…’.

Choso smiles sincerely as he listens to Gojo loop his sentence, knowing that the strongest will soon be complete. “You will not face this alone Satoru. I will not have you left to your family’s despair, I will go to make sure there isn’t any foul play.”.

((Thank you for reading!! The next chapter will be out sometime next week <33))

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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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Can I have a SFW Alphabet of Fellswap Gold Sans?

Of course! Thank you for asking.

A is for Affection

how affectionate are they?

Very :)

how do they show affection?

Mostly checking up on you whenever he gets the chance to. He worries about you and wants to make sure that you're alright.

B is for Best friend

what would they be like as a best friend?

Having him as a best friend, you often see him only in his best. He doesn’t talk about any problems or issues.

how would the friendship start?

No idea, dude.

D is for Domestic

do they want to settle down?

He does! He thinks that it would be a lot of fun to get married and settle into a nice house.

how are they at cooking and cleaning?

He’s alright at cooking, hard to do sometimes with the whole blind thing.

E is for Ending

if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?

Face to face. He dislikes people who do it over the phone.

why would they do it?'

There are a lot of reasons on why he would break up with his partner. Most likely just it wasn't working and he knew that it wasn't fun for either of them.

F is for Fiancé(e)

how do they feel about commitment?

As said before, I think he would love to get married.

how quick would they want to get married?

It would take him a while to feel the want, but not as long as you might be thinking.

G is for Gentle

how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He is very gentle when he wants to be. He's sweet, kind, and dislikes fighting but he will if forced.

J is for Jealousy

how jealous do they get?

He doesn't ever seem to get jealous

L is for Little ones

how are they around children?

He's good with children but has a hard time keeping track of too many of them at once.

M is for Morning

how are mornings spent with them?

Trying to wake him up haha he's a very heavy sleeper.

N is for Night

how are nights spent with them?

The two of you getting ready for bed, and talking. Wolf most likely bugging you both cause he doesn't want to go to bed yet.

O is for Open

when would they start revealing things about themselves?

It would... take a while.

do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He would take a bit to reveal everything, and it would be little by little.

P is for Patience

how easily angered are they?

He tries to not be angry, anger doesn't help anything.

Q is for Quizzes

how much would they remember about you?

He remembers a creepily lot of stuff. It's like he never forgets anything that you tell him...

R is for Remember

what is their favorite moment in your relationship?

One time someone was trying to make fun of him for not being able to see, and you helped by telling the guy to leave him alone. He thought it was sweet, even though he could handle it himself.

S is for Security

how (over)protective are they?

He's fairly sure that you could handle yourself, and if you can't, then he'll protect you but he only does it if you really need help.

how would they like to be protected?

He normally dislikes being protected but... he does like you standing up for him at times. He thinks that it's cute.

T is for Try

how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Quite a bit! He wants you to be happy

U is for Ugly

what would be some bad habits of theirs?

He hates to ask for help.

V is for Vanity

how concerned are they with their looks?

Not... not very at all -w-'

W is for Whole

would they feel incomplete without you?

Hmm no, I don't think he would. He loves you, but he knows that he's himself.

X is for Xtra

(a) random headcanon(s) for them

He doesn't trust any lizards and or lizard monsters.

Y is for Yuck

what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

I don't think he would like someone that wants to always be the hero or blah blah blah

Z is for Zzz

what are some sleep habits of theirs?

Hard to tell when he's asleep since his eyes are always closed.

#Fellswap Gold #Fellswap Gold Sans #Chief

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stardewsnail · 1 year

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Penny SFW Alphabet

SFW Requests are CLOSED

Bold = complete

Italicized = available

crossed out = in progress

Remaining: Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T, R, Q, P, O, N, M, L, K, J, I, G, F, E, D, C, B

Snail’s directory

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Penny is quiet in her affection, but she is affectionate. She loves touch, but it’s displayed more in other ways. She has both her gum in her purse and her partner’s preferred gum. Same with chapstick. (I hc Penny as having one of those Mary poppins-esque bags and being prepared for every scenario). She predicts her partner’s needs and prepares in lots of little ways.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Penny loves hugs. She loves being held in general and just being able to melt against the other person. Their hugs are soft and gentle with just the right amount of squeeze. Her hugs are what a wikihow would be trying to describe in a “how to hug well” article.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Penny is quiet and might seem meek, but really she just chooses to be the bigger person and live by “if you can’t say something nice don’t say anything.” Sometimes this goes to the extreme and to her detriment—she never wants to be a bother. however—She can stand up for her partner no problem. It’s like when your friend is afraid to say their food is wrong so you do it for them. She’s very, very protective of her partner and their happiness. All she wants in the world is someone doing the same for her.

Also she has the most terrifying teacher voice. You know the one where they get quieter and a little lower? Terrifying. Especially when she’s also being aggressively nice.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv penny #snailwrites #sdv sfw alphabetm #sdv sfw alphabet

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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im so sorry i dont know how to format this but could i request hcs of mc walking into one of the brothers rooms in the middle of the night and being like “um i had a nightmare.. can i stay with you”🧍if not its okay though!! :]

I Had a Nightmare...

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

Lucifer always keeps his door locked when he's asleep, so you took a gamble in choosing to come to him for your post-nightmare comfort. Luckily, the eldest is a night owl so he's awake.

He looks up when you enter his bedroom, currently sitting on his bed and reading a book. He's about to scold you when he sees the face you're making.

You don't even have to tell him something's wrong, because he can tell. He sets his book aside and gestures to the empty side of his bed.

Once you climb in, Lucifer shifts slightly, just so your arm is pressed against his own. It's like an invitation for you to lean in if you want, and should you choose to, he'll wrap you in his arms and carefully rub your back.

"A nightmare, hm? It's interesting to think that there are things that can scare you, considering where you are right now. But there's nothing for you to be afraid of. After all, I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you, so long as I live."

Mammon

Mammon startles awake the moment you enter his room, nearly toppling out of his bed in the process. Grrr, he could've seriously gotten hurt! What're you trying to pull, suddenly barging into his room like th-

Oh. Oh.... He takes one look at your face and all that anger of his fizzles out into nothing. He's a little self conscious being shirtless and all, so he awkwardly tugs on a tshirt that's been tossed to the floor, and makes his way over to you

What happened? Did someone do something?? Ah.. a nightmare, huh? Mammon's big brother instincts are taking over, and he's pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing out all your worries.

And when he's finished, he ruffles your hair and gestures to his bed. A human like you still needs to get their rest, so you should try to sleep some more. But if you really can't, he's not against the idea of the two of you bundling up and watching a movie or something.

"You're like a little kid, ya know? But don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna chase away those bad dreams o' yours, no problem! ...Hah? Whatdya mean 'that's cheesy'?? I'm being serious here!"

Levi

Levi's definitely awake when you enter his room, but he doesn't notice you. His computer monitor has his undivided attention, and his headphone are drowning out the sound of your entry.

So it takes you tapping his shoulder for him to react, and boy does he react. Levi nearly has a heart attack and only calms down when he realizes it's only you. Did you come to play games? You should've texted him and he’d set everything up! But wait... that's not it?

You had a nightmare and of all the places you could go, you came to HIM?? Levi's having a hard time pushing down the grin on his face, but he collects himself for your sake. Now's no time to be feeling giddy when his best friend is in need!

He might not be great at comforting people, but he knows what helps him when he has nightmares. So he wraps you up in a blanket and pulls up a chair for you to use so you can watch him game. This is better than thinking about that other stuff, right?

"I'll turn down the screen brightness, and- UWAH! W-wait! Um... no, it's fine. I don't mind if you lean against me like that. You're tired, so it's probably more comfortable like that. I'll keep still, okay..?"

Satan

Nightmares aren't something Satan experiences often, being born of rage and the only pure demon in the house. He reads enough horror novels that he's practically become immune to anything scary.

But that doesn't mean he never has bad dreams, so when you come into his room to tell him about yours, his expression softens up. You caught him in the middle of reading, but you're more important than any silly book.

Satan gives you that warm look he reserves only for you (and cats), and gestures for you to come closer. He's got the second comfiest bed in the house, the first being Belphie's. Topped with warm quilts and plenty of pillows to support him as he reads, you're wrapped up in warm comfort once you join him.

Especially when he wraps an arm around you, giving you a curious look. He can be a little too curious at times, so he immediately asks what your nightmare was about.

"If you're interested, I have a guidebook for dream interpretations. I could try to find out the root of your worries, or... you could spend the night here instead? I wouldn't mind having you by my side until morning."

Asmo

Asmo is VERY invested in his beauty sleep. Even a slight deviation in his schedule could be disastrous for his complexion! His brothers know better than to disturb him lest they feel like dying, but you? You're the only exception... Lucky, huh? ❤️

When you touch him, he barely stirs. It takes a couple of shakes to get him to wake up, and then he's whining and grumbling until he realizes who's there. How could he be upset when he gets to wake up to your gorgeous face?

But right now.. your expression isn't bright and sunny at all. You look distressed, and he soon learns it because a pesky nightmare has been harassing you all night. He couldn't be happier that you chose HIM of all people for your comfort!

While there are many things he could do to help you forget about your bad dream, he opts for carefully guiding you into his bed, cooing sweet nothings until he's got you in his arms. You're enveloped in the smell of his sweet body lotion while he presses kiss after gentle kiss across your temple and down the bridge of your nose.

"There there, love. To think a nightmare has put you in such a state.. It's unforgivable! I'll get rid of all those worries so you can spend the rest of the night dreaming about my beauty! Or... about you and I. Wouldn't that be the perfect dream?"

Beel

Beel sleeps almost as soundly as Belphie does, and his monstrously loud snoring drowns out most sound, including your quiet knocking on his bedroom door.

But when you come in and tug on his sleeve, Beel's eyes blink open and he lets out a confused grunt, letting his eyes focus on the darkness around him. Where did that mountain of rainbow pizza go?? He wasn't even halfway done, and- Oh. MC.

You had a nightmare?? Beel stands up immediately and wears a look of worry, pulling you into a gentle hug. You look like you need one.

He's not the best when it comes to comforting words, but he can just show you how he feels. That's good too, isn't it? Maybe if he hugs you for long enough, you won't remember your nightmare.

"Do you want to take my bed? I'll sleep on the sofa, so- ah. Together? ...That's fine, too. I'll hold you close, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Belphie

The heaviest sleeper in the entire Devildom, it's a literal miracle that you managed to wake him up. Still, he's only half awake, and staring blankly at you while you explain why you're there.

A nightmare, huh? He's had plenty of those. If that's all it is, then just climb into bed with him. Belphie lazily pulls back his blankets and opens his arms for you, gesturing expectantly.

And once you're nice and cozy, he pulls you even closer until the gap between you is closed, and all you can feel is his warmth. He buries his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his breath.

His slow, heavy breathing makes you wonder if he's fallen back to sleep just like that, but he gives your side a reassuring squeeze and lets his eyes open slightly to look into yours.

"Must've been pretty scary if you came all the way here. No matter how many bad dreams you have, I'll be right here when you wake up. It feels better to wake up in my arms, doesn't it?"

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weaselbrownie · 3 years

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Hi bestie!!

I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻

jealousy, jealousy | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving

word count : 2.1K

a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻‍♀️

MASTERLIST

"Draco what the fuck!"

Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.

Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.

"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.

Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him. "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"W–What are you talking abou-"

"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.

"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.

He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.

"I don't" He simply said,

"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.

He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.

You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.

And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.

You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.

It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.

"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.

You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.

You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.

For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.

Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.

"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.

You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.

You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.

"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.

"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.

"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.

Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.

"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.

You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"

You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.

By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.

It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.

"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.

You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.

You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.

"Too bad Potter didn't see that"

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amarias-yandere-blog · 2 years

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THAT. THAT IS TRULY AMAZING!! THE ONE W READER WAS FED UP AND ATTEMPTED TO KILL BEDO AND I GOT AN IDEA TO EXPAND IT

Imagine to his surprise when he finds his s/o dead. They killed themselves. His s/o always despised how stoic he is, as if what he has done isnt twisted nor selfish

How would he react i wonder

So I don't write actual character death in that someone has committed suicide but I'll write attempts for sure. Thank you for the ask.

Part one:

❗️continuation of a past ask on attempted murder❗️

❗️Fictional suicide, self harm, Obsessive behaviors, toxic relationships, yandere behaviors are expected❗️

I do not condone suicide, obsessive or toxic behaviors. This is written in a fictional context. If you feel you are being set up to such behaviors you should go to the authorities. Same if you are dealing with suicidal thoughts. Do not read if you're mentally unwell or currently dealing with suicidal/self-negative thoughts. Thank you!

When one saw Albedo, they saw a gentleman that was kind and courteous of others. They saw an artist and scientist, more work driven then most. They saw a man who wouldn't even glimpse at a woman or man unless he had to make conversation.

What they didn't see was how he would draw obsessively a missing girl. What they didn't see was how he would put different potions into someone's food just to watch them squirm and beg for his help.

What they didn't know.... was you.

They didn't know and so they didn't care, you thought while listening to the soft snip of scissors through hair. This was all you could think of while you were given a haircut by your very own captor.

"Why so silent today, Flower?" Albedo asked as he held your hair with a soft smile. "You're often more scornful than this..." he went on, cutting off more split ends. You didn't respond. After all, your only task in this place was to look pretty and be his guinea pig. Talking seemed inconsequential. Unreal. Like it didn't matter. Albedo hummed at your silence.

He put the scissors back in it's little case, far from you. Whether it was to stop future murder attempts or to just be out of the way, you couldn't tell.

Selfish. He was so incredibly selfish, you realized as he pulled your head back so he could kiss you passionately. When he departed, you had to struggle for breath. "Such a good girl, my little Y/N." The alchemist murmured approvingly. You hummed a response, having nothing to say.

If Albedo was bothered by your silence, he didn't show it. He just walked away, leaving you be in the now empty room. It was cold, you realized as goosebumps formed upon your skin. And yet still warmer than the attitude that your 'lover' took daily. Your fists clenched in anger and frustration.

That was when you looked at where the box had been. Or rather, still was. The black gleamed as though it were the solution to all your problems. You realized that maybe it was. Maybe the gods had answered your prayers, given you a way out.

It was clear that you wouldn't be able to escape, nor get out of here alive...

But wasn't death better than this? This game of house, where you were but a doll to be manipulated? Wouldn't you be better off dead? It wasn't like you could go home to the people who actually loved you... with these thoughts, was your decision made.

Glance toward where Albedo was working. He didn't seem to spare even a thought towards you right now...

You carefully put your fingers under the flip that kept the box closed, listening to the pop with your heart in your throat. Still, Albedo made no attempt to stop you. Selfish, selfish.... acting only for himself.

This repeated in your head as you took the scissors into your hand. They weren't an ordinary pair, rather sharp and kept so for experiments. You knew. After all, the little scar across your thigh was proof of that. They slowly made a point at the end that would brutally spear through flesh if given enough force. It would take a while to die, though....

Especially if you had to bleed out. He could stop it if you gave him enough time to. You had to be quick and efficient. You had to make sure he couldn't stop you from dying. So you crept away from him, to the furthest, quietest room of the little house.

It was a room you were familiar with. He'd shut you in here for days at a time, a padded room where your screams were unheard. Shutting the door, you looked once again at the sharp pair of scissors.

Your hand trembled. And yet you still prepared mentally to do it. The first stab was aimed at your arm. The next your thigh. The third your torso. Repeated stabbings, unable to end yourself with a slit of your throat. Your sobs and screams were loud in your ears. Apparently they were louder than anything else.

Because a door opened. You felt your heart drop. And yet, a face of shock and horror and fear was on his features. He pulled the scissors away from you easily, you tired and bleeding out- now in his arms. "Let go of me," you sobbed. Begged. "Let go, let me die, let go!" You managed to claw at his chest slightly, and yet he didn't budge.

"Y/n! Stop!" Albedo snapped. He somehow had a potion handy, forcing in down your throat. You felt your wounds somehow close.

The relief on his face was clear. He pulled you so close that his breath clouded on your collarbone. You shivered in anger, fear, being upset. "My gods.... you are so stupid!" Albedo shivered right back.

"And... you're so selfish... I hate you. I hate you, I hate you." You repeated through gritted teeth.

"Don't... don't say that." Albedo whispered. "You're... you're not thinking straight. You're just sick. I'll- I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you- you get better." He spoke with a desperate edge in his voice. "You're just- being difficult." Albedo went on.

"No... I'm not! You're... you're so mean!" You sobbed weakly, hiding your face in the only thing you could. His shirt. "You're so mean to me... you say you love me... but you're always hurting me... making me cry... that isn't love!"

"....I do though. I do love you..."

"Stop it! Just shut up! You selfish bastard!"

He did, sighing deeply. Something soft ran down your chest. Albedo shook. He was crying. And you did too, angry at him. Was this really what it took to get him to realize anything?!?

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚 𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?

part 2.

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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.

Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.

As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.

While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.

However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.

“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.

“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.

“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.

“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.

Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.

“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.

You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-

Oh. You knew what he wanted.

“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.

Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.

“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?

For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”

Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.

“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”

At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.

Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.

“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.

Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.

So, you gave yourself a little push.

“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”

Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.

“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”

“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.

“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.

For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.

Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.

“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.

“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”

“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.

Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.

So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.

“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.

“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.

“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?

“Really? That’s not a problem?”

“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.

“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.

And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.

The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!

When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.

“Thank you, [Your.name].”

“No problem, really!”

“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”

“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?

“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.

“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.

“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.

“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”

“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”

Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.

“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.

Though Hawks immediately turned his head.

“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”

Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.

“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.

You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”

Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.

“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”

Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)

And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.

After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.

“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”

Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.

With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-

“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.

But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.

The message read.

“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”

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⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!

part 2.

#salemswriting.#hawks #takami keigo #hawks x male reader #bnha x male reader #hawks x reader #chubby male reader #bnha x reader #bnha

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soupbabe · 3 years

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hello so i know there’s one for the crusaders and the duwang gang but i was wondering if i can request a chubby s/o with bruno’s gang? please and thank you!!

Bucci Gang w a Chubby! S/O

I love writing chubby/plus size readers sm !!😌 y'all deserve the world. Also I think I might've gone a tad bit overboard w this?? Not sure lol

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno would love you regardless of your body! He's never been one to heavily judge someone's appearance

Going clothes shopping with him is a win and lose kind of thing

On one hand, you have your boyfriend to hypr you up when you try on clothes

On the other hand,,you could wear a potato sack and he'd still be like "You look radiant, tesoro"

"Bruno, you have to say more than 'you look great' after I show you a new outfit. " "Well, you know better than anyone, I'm not the kind of guy to lie or brush you off. I'm being genuine in every statement"

I just can't see him finding a favorite part of you

Like he adores the way your chubby cheeks are just on display when you're smiling, he thinks it makes your smile seem way brighter

And he also just adores your soft thighs, a perfect resting place for his head when he gets stressed out from work

Bruno is just smitten by you

Leone Abbacchio

I imagine that you'd have to have pretty tough skin upon meeting Abbachio

It's very easy to think that he'd make a few snide comments upon meeting and working with you

It's not a lot and he says very little, but they can be the kind of quick comments to get under someone's skin easily

But I promise you it'd stop once you two get to know each other and work alongside each other more

He has such a soft spot for you now omg-

If he's ever having a bad day he just likes to wrap his arms around your soft waist and rest his head on your shoulder

Maybe give it a couple of little kisses if your shoulders are exposed

That action is literally his favorite thing to do in domestic settings

I hc that all of the bucci gang have their own separate places instead of living to together, so Abbacchio has his own privacy to let his walls down and be more outwardly loving

He loves going up behind you while you're cookie dinner and ask what you're making, hiding his smirk in your shoulder when he feels your face heat up

I think his favorite part of you might be your wife waist/hips

It's the first thing he gravitates to and clings to when you too fall asleep together

Abbachio could be facing away from you when he falls asleep and wake up with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around you

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a preference for plus size bodies it's canon because I said so

To him your plush body just makes him think that you were taken care of in your life

Having some meat on your bones is something Giorno just appreciates in an s/o, you know?

I don't think he'd be the best at expressing how much he loves you through touch or verbal affection, so he likes to buy you stuff

It could be from something as simple as flowers to clothes you eyed at one time, but you decided to not buy

If he wants to buy you something special and it's not in your size it's no problem for him

His mafia connections give him easy access to a lot of businesses in Italy and he could afford to get something custom made just for you

I can see his favorite body part of yours being your eyes

Giorno just loves how much emotion they hold and how much they silently tell him how you're feeling

And they especially help him take notice if you're having one of those off days you know? It helps him understand so he can be there for you

Pannacotta Fugo

He's not that judgemental when it comes to an s/o

But he did think you were very attractive and did develop a small crush on you when he first met you

He can be easily flustered and it's so easy for someone like Mista or Narancia to tease him about his chubby crush

"Hey Fugo, I saw you staring at Y/N's shorts. Saw somethin' you like?" "S-shut the fuck up Mista! I wasn't staring at them!"

Lies

He loves your personality as well, I don't think Fugo has ever had a crush before and is struggling to remain subtle at times

Once you two are in a relationship, he's so happy

I do imagine that it'd take Fugo awhile to be used to physical affection from an s/o regardless, but once he felt a hug from you?? He wants you to hug him all the time

Was he missing out this entire time?? You're so soft and warm?? He loves it so much omg

I think his favorite body part of yours is your hands

Since he'd rather keep things professional in the gang, holding your hand is as far as he'd go for pda

When he's feeling stressed out, he likes to hold onto your hand for reassurance

Sometimes he likes to squeeze your soft palm if his anger issues is testing him or just to get your attention discreetly when you two are around the gang

Narancia Ghirga

Another gang member to adore and prefer chubby s/os!!

He just finds them comforting tbh

He's also very clingy, finding a way to have his arms around you at all times

If you feel uncomfortable with it and tell him, he'll pout but (reluctantly) keep his hands to himself

It doesn't matter how odd it might look, he will sit on your lap

He just likes snuggling up with you and having your big arms wrapped around him

He loves to share his food with you!!

Lunch breaks from his lessons are commonly when you can casually spend time with your boyfriend and give him the encouragement he needs to make it through the second half of his school day

Typically during this time he'd cut an orange in half, give one half to you, and he plays with the other half to make you laugh

One time during his orange smile act, he almost choked because he was distracted by how nice your laugh is-

He's also very protective of you

Seriously he's not above pulling a knife on a stranger who made a rude comment about you-

I fully believe that his favorite body part of yours is your tummy!

He loves laying on it so much that sometimes you feel like his personal pillow instead of s/o

Add in you running your hands through his hair?? You can already hear his soft snores

Guido Mista

I think he really didn't pay any mind to plus size folks, until he saw you

You were just in shorts and a crop top/tank top(/whatever makes you comfortable) to combat the Italian heat and his mind made that awooga awooga sound

I just know he brought out his old flirting tricks onto you

This man could be in the category of "annoyingly persistent, but not yet boarder line harrassment" regardless of your response to being hit on

He is your personal hypeman omg

While everyone has their off days, it's really hard to feel insecure when Mista is around

Just like Narancia, he's so protective of you

Even if you are 100% capable of handling the situation himself, he will yell and bark at the rude stranger

"Get your fucking boyfriend bitch-" "he don't bite :)" "yES HE DO"

Please sit on this man's lap, he would be so happy

Think you're too heavy? Mista would take that as a challenge and drag you onto his lap anyways

He would secure his arms around your large frame and give a teasing kiss on the cheek, "Haha, you can't escape now babe!"

His favorite body part of yours might be your thighs

Once he met you, he was a true believer of "thick thighs save lives"

Mista would constantly beg you to wear shorts all the time, using the hot weather as an excuse

"The weather is at a record high! It's best for you to wear shorts, Y/N." "Mista you're literally wearing a sweater." "So!? I'm worried about you, this conversation isn't about me!"

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louweasleymalfoy · 3 years

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Masterlist

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Draco is incredibly affectionate, but he’ll show it differently depending on context. In general, his affection comes in just wanting to be around you—he craves closeness with you, even if he’s not touching you.

Touching you is the best, though. He’s a fan of small bits of PDA: when you’re out together, he’s always holding your hand, or touching your arm or the small of your back or maybe – on occasion – your ass. (Just little grazes that make his eyes shine and your stomach flip.) Probably some little kisses here and there, if you have a moment alone. If he sees another guy looking at you, he'll probably make out with you in public.

But there are also moments where the both of you think PDA isn’t appropriate. Then it’s all about soft looks and smiles, finding ways to bring you into a conversation, things like that. Just showing you that you’re on his mind even if he can’t hold you like he’d like to.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's be honest, you guys didn't really start on good terms. You guys met at the train, the both of you are pure-blooded Slytherins, and when everyone thought you guys would immediately get along you just had to prove them wrong. Both of you are competitive, always trying to be better than the other.

The moment the two of you realized your feelings for each other was in 4th year, earning sighs of relief from the Slytherin gang.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Does Draco like to cuddle? Yes yes absolutely yes. This man loves cuddling, especially after a long day. He loves to curl up with you on his bed and hold you close, maybe with your head tucked under his chin. He’ll give you soft kisses while he holds you, on your temple or your cheek or your neck and they’re not even intended to steer things toward a make-out or sex, unless you decide to take it there. (Sometimes he decides but if he does it’s uh pretty obvious.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down?)

DEFINITELY. Draco is ready to settle down when it comes to you. He loves you so much that he already wants to marry you, you had to remind him that the both of you are still at school tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So here’s the thing about Draco. He's fallen for you, HARD. The problem is that, if he’s the one initiating a break-up, it hits him hard. He would never even think about ending things with you. He loves you too much for that. Although sometimes he worries that you might leave him for someone else, you reassure him that it will never happen.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I've stated before, he loves you so much that he wants to marry you already. He never thought there'd be a day that he'd think about stuff like this and yet here we are. Is he nervous about it tho? Honestly, yes. Who doesn't? But the thing is, whenever he takes a look at you all the worries go away and just knows he's ready.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This softy! is so gentle!! The biggest exception is if he sees you after a longer separation – this might be a summer break but it also might just be something like one of you having A LOT of homework that keeps you from being with each other when he rather be hanging out together – he needs to be all over you and he might be rougher, then—rougher hugs, kisses, everything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Draco is a frequent and enthusiastic hugger. Hugs from Draco are him pulling you close and burying his face in your neck and luxuriating in the smell of you. Hugs from Draco are him nudging his forehead against yours and maybe bumping your nose while he leans in to give you a kiss.

Hugs from Draco are usually your first cue if something’s wrong, too—you’ll get to his dorm and find him sitting on the bed and he’ll pull you into his arms and you’ll feel in the way he holds you that he had a really shit day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Like when he knows that he wants to settle down with you, Draco will say, “I love you,” pretty much as soon as he knows. He’s bursting with it and he’s gotta get it out. He’ll be a bit disappointed if you’re not ready to say it back, but he doesn’t take it personally because he knows he kinda falls hard and fast.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man gets jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust other guys. If a guy looks at you for too long, you can count on Draco giving them a death glare. Does he maybe give you a particularly emphatic kiss after someone tries to flirt with you? Perhaps, but it’s more because he revels in the fact that he gets to do that when no one else does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Draco kisses your lips like he has nowhere else like he needs to be. Slow, deep kisses all about savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you close to him.

He kisses your neck playfully, teeth nipping over your skin and scattering the occasional hickey because he can’t resist.

He kisses your breasts, your stomach, your thighs when he’s ravenous for you, when he’s desperate to wind you up.

And where does Draco want to be kissed? Obviously he loves when you have your mouth on his because then he can be tasting you, too, but oh, does he love this one spot on his neck right below his jaw. You kiss and suck there and he downright whimpers if he wasn’t expecting it (and sometimes even if he was expecting it).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Draco Malfoy doesn't really have experience on taking care of children— he's more of a picking on children type of guy. So when you and Draco spent one summer break together and you were asked to babysit your niece, Draco was worried. He’s a bit awkward at first but after seeing how you interact with them, the tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them.

After watching you interact with babies, he would start to imagine having a baby with you and he realizes how much he wants kids with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with each other in his dorm. The both of you just enjoying your time with each other before you get ready for the day. It was these mornings together that reminded him of the love the two of you have for each other and how important you are in his life.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are often spent cuddling and catching each other up on their days. Basically quality time is the primary love language of most evenings (combined as always with touch because again—super cuddly man). Then probably once a week you’ll go out either on a date or to hang with friends.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took some time for him to open up. He loves you and trusts you very much but he was scared of how you'd react. He's not really used to all the "talking about his feelings" type of thing since he didn't really grow up in a homey environment but over time, he started telling you things and he felt better and lucky to have you in his life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He does have a temper but not with you. He’s very patient and calm when it comes to you. He never wants to upset and anger you. When you two would fight, he felt like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembering little details that you share with him is definitely one of the ways that he shows interest in you at first. But while he makes a particular point of it at first, he is still quite good at it in general.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was your first kiss. It was the happiest he ever felt, and he would always remember the perfection of that moment

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is super protective. Whenever the two of you go out, he doesn't take his eyes off of you just because he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he would DEFINITELY spoil the sht out of you. He would definitely put a lot of thought into gifts and anniversaries since he's really rich. Sometimes, he would randomly show up in your dorm with a gift in hand — claiming that it's a gift for you just because he wants to give you one and although you appreciate the gesture, you had to tell him to not waste his money on stuff. Of course he promised to stop buying things for you but he never did and continued to shower you with gifts.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Walks with your hand in his. Oh and cuddling you of course.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He LOVES to show you off. He's so proud of your accomplishments and believes that you'll achieve your dream one day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s terrified of losing you, knowing that he would never be whole again if he lost you. He couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Draco is— well how do I even say this. Draco can be mean at most times but the thing is, in his eyes you're an exception. There was this one time when he was having a bad day and Theo was aking him something and he just glared at Theo but when you came in and asked the same question, he answered you patiently, his eyes softening, leaving Theo to have his jaw dropped.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He HATES ferrets and I don't even have to explain why. There was this one time where Blaise showed him a ferret and he just ran away from the both of you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Draco is absolutely that partner who ends up encroaching more and more on your space over the course of the night. And you want to find it cute, you do, because it’s really about him trying to cuddle with you but also it means you frequently wake up for the morning and he has two thirds of the bed to himself. You’re alright with it though because once he gets up, you’re able to spread out for a little bit. (And maybe roll over into the spot where he was sleeping so you can doze with the smell of him still lingering.)

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