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v-ternus · 9 months

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His Creation Myth

Nice little MountainDew I wrote that got me out of a writing slump. For @forlorn-crows , because of your kind tags on my last Mountain fic.

MDNI

~1900

tags: water Dew, virgin Dew, handjob, alot of praise, Mountain is absolutely whipped, nice mention of a little aftercare

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Freshly summoned Dew has a quiet movie night with Mountain, and lets all pretend that he's never done anything before. A problem arrises, and good boy Mount has to help him.

Below for your consumption.

It was just supposed to be movie night, a welcoming night so to speak with some snacks and lighthearted conversation. Mountain wanted a relaxed moment with the new summon. But things went sideways halfway through watching Nemo of all things.

Dew had started feeling a weird heat pooling in his stomach. Before long, the slight pressure from the throw pillow on his lap was becoming excruciating. He sat there, with a pit of worry blooming deep in his chest, before finding the courage to raise the pillow a little. He finds a tent in his sweatpants with a small, darkening wet spot. The hot ache occupying his midsection combined with whatever this was made him feel like he was dying.

He was apparently staring for too long, because Mountain had to interrupt his non-attention.

“Something wrong?” Mountain’s words may as well be cracks of thunder, they spooked him and he stupidly jammed the pillow into his lap to hide his problem. It visibly makes him wince, which doesnt help Mountain’s brewing suspicions.

“Nothing!” He says, too quickly, that it was definitely unusual. Mountain looks at him with those obnoxiously kind, green eyes, a stare that wasn't going to let Dew avoid confessing his problem. Dew was very new to life topside, he was fresh, but Mountain had already taken a liking to him. He could read him pretty well and had learned most of his tells.

“It's written all over your face Dew, come on. You’re new, you couldn't have run into too many problems yet, I can guarantee that I’ve dealt with whatever it is,”

The pleading and genuine concern was making things more difficult for Dew. His dick was really aching and he didn't know why, or how to fix it, how to make himself feel better. For all he knew, he could be dying, he had never dealt with this in the pit. Maybe something went wrong during his summoning, maybe his vessel was defective. Regardless, something was very, very wrong.

Mountain pauses the movie and moves to face Dew, again asking what's wrong. His undivided attention makes Dew’s face hold a bright shade of red, hot shame working down his spine. He tries to curl in on himself further but ends up pushing the pillow down again. The harsh friction makes tears pool in the corners of his eyes.

Mountain can smell his distress, astringent and bitter. He uses a finger to raise his chin up to bring them face to face. He’s left staring at a pair of eyes screwed tight.

“Bug?” Dew’s breath hitches. The endearing nickname was the final nail in the coffin.

Dew finally lets the words out with a whine, “It really hurts,”

“What does?” As far as he’s noticed, nothing had happened to Dew in recent days, and definitely nothing happened in the two hours they’ve been hanging out. He couldn't drum up a moment where he could’ve gotten hurt.

Dew doesn't even really know what’s hurting, he cant really explain it, so his only option is to show Mountain. Once he moves the pillow, Mountain knows exactly why Dew is hurting.

“Oh…” He swears he tried to keep his voice neutral so as to not alarm Dew, but he failed miserably. If anything, the way he said it further convinced Dew that something about this was bad, that it would be hard to fix.

“What do you mean oh?! You have to help me. I think I fucked up Mountain.” A new scent quickly invades Mountain’s senses, it reeks of burnt wood and venom— fear. His brain is quickly wiped clean of any joke, realizing that Dew really has no clue what’s happening.

“Calm down Dew, you’re perfectly fine,”

“How am I possibly fine?” The tears have started to fall against his rosy cheeks, leaving trails down to his jaw then neck.

“You’ve really never…?” Mountain desperately needs the full picture, needs Dew to confirm his suspicions. Dew shakes his head, messily wiping off tears that wont stop falling.

“I know how to fix this,” Its Mountains turn to blush. He’s worried that he’s taking advantage of Dew in such an unknowledgeable state, but he’d be lying to himself if he said that this didn't make him throb in his own pants. The chance to relieve him, to teach him for the first time. The notion turned him into a puddle.

He cradles Dew’s face, dragging his thumb across the tear streaked cheek. The warmth makes Dew loosen his eyes a bit, it takes him off the edge just enough so he can breathe.

“You need to tell me if anything feels worse ok? Really Dew.” Dew sighs, hopeful for relief.

“Ok,” Its a quick whisper, he follows it up with a nod just to make sure. His eyes are still shut, he doesn’t know what the cure is and he definitely doesn't know what Mountain is about to do. So he waits patiently, waits for whatever is supposed to make him feel better.

What he doesn't expect is his shirt being lifted off and a new pressure surrounding his cock. The sudden contact makes him hiss. His eyes shoot open to see Mountain’s eyes locked on his crotch with his large hand palming over it.

Pain floats around in his mind, he’s sensitive. He didn't think the pain could get worse, but it did. And it was torture. But it was steadily being replaced by a comforting warmth the more Mountain kneaded at him, so he didnt say stop.

“I’ll show you Dew, how to make yourself feel good,” He drags a thumb over the larger wet spot, slowly, right over the tip, making a point to press down on where he thinks the slit is. Dew jolts and reaches for the offending hand, clamping around his wrist.

“—feels like you’re lighting me on fire. Hurts.”

“Sorry,” He doesn't mean to tease, not now, but he just can't help it. It's built into him like his magic. It's stronger than second nature. He studies Dew’s face when he goes back to gentle touches. Takes in how his jaw has gone slack, how his pale blue eyes watch on with awe while Mountain touches him.

He gives one last tender squeeze before gently wiggling his arm out of Dew’s grasp. He hooks a finger into Dew’s sweatpants and works it down to his mid thigh, just enough to get it out of the way. Just enough to catch a glimpse of the offending member.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't what he saw— a heavy cock that bounced against his stomach right under his belly button, leaking pre onto his little happy trail. Its nicely thick and long enough that the head would sit nicely in his throat if he got the chance to wrap his lips around Dew.

“I’ll teach you everything Dew. You just have to let me.” He wraps his hand around Dew’s cock and he feels it twitch, kicking against his hand. As well endowed as Dew is, he looks embarrassingly small in Mountain’s grasp. He wants to make a remark, make Dew blush even more by telling him just how small he is, but he tucks that fantasy away, for now. Dew’s cock is so red that it's almost purple, he understands then, why he shed tears.

“It’s so much Mount,”

“Give it time Dew.”

He starts to stroke him, root to tip, lightly gliding over the head and Dew yelps each time. Soon, the drag of his hand fills the room with wet noises. The only other noise is a stream of ‘Ah, Ah, Ah’ falling from the little ghouls mouth.

“Your body already knows what to do, bug, look at how wet you are,” Dew moans, high and feminine. His eyes catch on his slicked thighs and hips, noticing how he they shine with the light dim light of the tv. Mountain's brain is enamored by how he looks like a star as he comes apart in his hands, by how pretty Dew sounds.

The previously overwhelming sensation has bled into indescribable pleasure, Mountain is towing Dew back from the thin line between pleasure and pain. With the relief, he starts to relax, his muscles go numb.

The earth ghoul recites a silent prayer to whatever is out there. He prays that he’ll be the only one to ever hear his siren sing, that Dew will be his— that Dew would let himself be his.

The easiest support is against Mountain’s chest, so he uses it, leaning against the supple flesh while Mountain snakes his hand up onto the nape of his neck, dragging his nails over his scalp. He holds Dew close, relishes in his warm breath against him.

Dew starts to roll his hips, jerky and uncoordinated, until he finds a rhythm. He thrusts up to meet the tight fist around him while Mountain uses his finger to pet at the sensitive spot under the head.

“Good Dew, take what you want,” Mountain watches as even more slick drips out of Dew, it quickly reminds him of his soft spot for water ghouls.

Dew’s rhythm starts to falter and the muscles in his toned thighs start to twitch. Mountain can see it, hell he can damn near taste it, Dew was close.

A tightness forms deep in Dew's stomach, he’s about to have his first orgasm, ever. And the best part? He doesn't even know it.

“Mountain, what is this? Its- Mount its…” He’s been reduced to a mumbling mess, devoid of any coherent thought thanks to Mountain’s ministrations. All he can do is cling to Mountain like he's his only chance at salvation, which in this moment, he really is.

“Just let it happen Dew, let go for me.”

Mountain tightens his hand and jerks him off faster, twisting when he gets to the tip and rubbing his palm into the head to polish it for good measure. He’s trying his hardest to snap the wound up band in Dew.

Dew cums without a sound, save for the yelp of him choking on his own breath. He keeps nuzzling his face into the column of Mountain’s neck, grazing his fangs over the tender flesh. All he can smell is his earthy scent, laced with pine and lavender.

He has an unexplainable urge to bite, he wants to sink his teeth in, but he clamps down on his own lip instead. A tinge of copper hits his tongue as he breaks skin. His fingers stay wound up tight in the earth ghoul’s shirt, feeling like he would drift away without the tether.

Mountain feels like luck is raining down on him as he gets to watch the birth of something he can only describe as celestial. He basks in the glory of Dew discovering pleasure, realizing desire, he watches as Dew fully becomes one with sin. He cant peel his eyes off of the cum spilled over his fingers, speckled along the small hairs of Dew’s happy trail.

Mountain keeps stroking him, working him through everything gently. Once Dew goes soft, he rests his dick gently against his thigh before wiping his mess off on his sheets. He pulls Dew into his lap, ignoring the stickiness that'll inevitably dry uncomfortably between them, and pulls him tight against his chest while leaning against the headboard. He feels Dew’s heavy breath, the deep rise and fall of his chest against his own.

Dew shifts his leg and unknowingly nudges Mountain’s own throbbing cock, it makes him gasp. But his brain doesn’t recognize it beyond that, it doesnt care about his release. All his brain can think of is the twitching ghoul in his arms.

“Fuck, Mount. Fucking hell.”

“Was that ok? Are you ok?” Mountain expects a simple yes, but Dew’s answer is better than he could’ve imagined.

“Teach me more sometime.” He feels him further sag into his chest, feeling hopeful for the future. He places a kiss against his hairline and catches his scent again. This time, Dew smells like petrichor and a breeze along a shoreline, sweet and light— happiness.

Dew resting on him makes him feel flayed open, like his raw nerves are being singed one by one. His brain is draped in the sensation— he can’t imagine a life without it.

They’ll eventually get up and when they do, he’ll run a bath for the both of them. He’ll lay Dew on top of him in the tub with his back to his solid chest. He’ll lean his chin on Dew’s bony shoulder and whisper about how good he was, how this is what he deserves each and every time he ever lays with someone. He’ll pepper the side of his face with soft kisses as he mumbles words of thanks, immensely grateful that Dew trusted him with something so special. They’ll stay till the water runs cold.

He hopes Dew falls asleep tucked into his side.

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Hey! It’s my birthday today, I was wondering if I could have some birthday headcanons for some slashers? Like what the boys would do on their s/o’s special day. Include your favs, I love them all! (Especially Otis he’s my pookie <3) Ty! 🖤🦇

Yoo happy happy birthday! Somone is a Taurus i see. Sadly I dont write for Otis :( but I can write for other slashers!

Ghostface

Mans will print whole album with their photos and maybe give them something shiny too. Like nice earrings or that necklace s/o was looking for everywhere. But hes top tier stalker so he totapny knows what's important to them so if they have any cool hobbies he will probably buy something from that topic for example you like painting? Boom brand new paints! You enjoy gardening? Yoo new pots just dropped

He wants to take them out to nice restaurant, later maybe watch a movie or something

It doesnt matter how he spends this night as far as s/o is happy with it really

To be honest im 100% sure he will trow a party if s/o is extroverted person! Music food and party hats!

Micheal Myers

This guy will walk up to them while they are calmly sleeping like lil bebi, grab them and drag them to kitchen. "Wha- Micheal it's way to early for dinne- S/o didnt finish cuz they saw huge cake on the table.

It was clearly stolen but untouched and pretty! With strawberries on top!

He didnt say anything he just 👁👁 very much so. Plase say nice things, the nearest cake shop is like 20minutes away he had to work so much for it.

He also will fallow them everywhere, like more than usually??

Jason Voorhees

Men will pick up any flower in 30meter radius and then give them all to them

Also he may catch a frog accidently and decide thats a great gift too

He tries his best to be good boyfriend/husband material🥰

He will try to make is as romantic as possible! Whatever s/o wants will happen today😈

Thomas Hewitt

My dude gonna be in kitchen since 6am cuz the breakfast he made has delightful AND he woke them up by brining it to bed?? Come one Thomas you are spoiling them

He will probably just make a lot of good food for them!

Also he decided to do huge step in their relationship and begged Luda to buy some ALIVE chickens. Now they have baby chimkens to raise on the farm how cute.

Asa Emory

This goofball had difficult time deciding what to give them😰

He wanted to give them some pretty moths or butterflys but he didnt want to make it obvious

But at the same time it would make a great gift? Like its very iconic for Asa to collect bugs so it would make sense to give them to his loved ones? Idk man he just wants them to by happy

He will buy some takeout food and eat it together while watching some animal planet stuff

Also he decided to give them some cute beatles🥰 (if s/o doenst like dead animals he acually bought lil glass box, plants and made acuall lil home for lil beatle buddies)

Sorry if it feels rushed i wanted to hurry up so you can read it on the day of ur b-day🥰

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #asa x reader #the collector x reader #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees imagine #jason vorhees x reader #micheal myers headcanons #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream

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moonschocolate · 4 months

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Tom Riddle headcanons!!

because lately i've been thinking about this tragic little human <3

tw: mention of torture as a topic

first of all I wanted to clarify that in this there's no Voldemort, no interest in practicing dark magic, just a teen who goes to Hogwarts soo... :)

proud slytherin. no matter how much other people can say 'slytherin = bad' he just doesn't care, he will not argue with you if you think or say that cause he will find it pointless

I don't now where I read this, but if I'll find it I will tag the person who said this before me: he has autism!!

which means he is not a very social person, and he has little/no friends

and he is deeply attached to an object/topic

the topic in question is dark magic

he doesnt want to practice it, he just finds the whole thing interesting

which deeply concerns professors

he knows everything. about horcruxes, the three unforgivable curses, origin and all

he simply thinks that knowledge is knowledge

IF HE READS?!?! OH DAMN

i strongly believe he has one hell of a library in his dorm

the most dramatic myths ever? knows them

he's just a nerd

read books about t0rture, c0mmunism, n@zism, because knowledge is knowledge

also reads light books of course i dont want to scare you

maths is not his thing

like yes he's good at it but he doesnt really care

did i say hes dramatic?

and an absolute pessimist

since i do not believe that his hair is like that just because it is, he HAS to have a hair routine (DROP IT TOM)

has an infinite collection of bookmarks

no person is allowed to touch his books

doesnt write on books even with pencils

listens to DRAMATIC classical music

EXAMPLE

(also y'all have to teach me how to put spotify songs with the blue rectangle cuz i dont have a clue on how)

JUST THE START

Idk it reminds me of him (and regulus but this is not about him)

this goes against the fact that he's dramatic, but i think that in a relationship he would be a good-old fashioned lover boy

flowers, love letters, POEMS, kissing in the rain, handing you his jacket when you're cold

and of course he wears suits

NOT a sports kid

mf doesn't know a single sport

he just learned how to swim

that's it

is defo the kind of person who is SOSOSOSOSO SKINNY

He's skeptical af on food

like i believe he's a picky eater

and i dont think he eats a lot

like he will go through the day with some coffees, some water, breakfast and a snack in the afternoon

is always gentle doing anything

when he's mad he's even more mad that he can't throw anything because then he would be even more angry that it got broken

has NO PHYSICAL FORCE AT ALL

Like his arms are spaghetti

im sorry but imo he's short

like 1.70 cm (5'5''-5'6'')

which is not really short

I CANT SEE HIM AS A TALL BEING

will not admit it but hates the sea

like as long as he can reach with his feet the "land" below then it's no problem

if he can't he'll try to act cool and say he's tired and immediately get out of the sea

it gives him a sense of pure confusion because he doesnt know what he could run into

which annoys him

because when he cant know something it hurts him physically emotionally psychologically

he knows plenty of languages

english, french, latin, russian and german

why?

because it's cool

also knows how to play the piano and the flute and the viola

"never judge a book by its cover" he does exactly the opposite

especially with books he judges the book by the cover, if he likes the cover he'll like the book too

and people can gain his interest only at first sight

he hates how lots of people can easily change their opinions as long as their group/loved ones have a different opinion

or how people always follow the crowd

people who judge mudbloods just because they're mudbloods are too stupid for him

i think we all know that he is THE teachers' pet

he's the Hermione of his generation

which means that while there are plenty of people with their hands raised the only one who will be listened to is tom

is a MANIAC in cleaning

his bed and his overall room is always tidy af

he hates getting his uniform dirty

he has plenty of nightmares about his past

which he never talks about with anyone

is the kind of person to have 4 or 5 cats

he is absolutely quiet

i got a strong feeling that this man was bullied before hogwarts at the orphanage

he has a cute little stuffed animal in really bad shape which he has from his years at the orphanage and it's hidden at the end of his wardrobe

he strongly despises children because he doesn't have a clue how to deal with them

acts like he has patience

lacks patience

in a modern au, the only thing he'd have going to school would be a black pen

not because he didnt care or was too lazy to get other things but because he didnt find having 3985729947 pens and highliters necessary

dada would be boring for him because out of curiosity he would've already learned most of the spells or wtv

i dont remember if i said it but quidditch is NOT something he likes

or just flying on a broom in general

(remus lupin behavior)

(I had to say it)

studying consists in him burying his face in the books for like 4 or 5 hours straight (my man has some serious issues)

you could tell im completely delusional because he became a killer and nothing's good-old fashioned lover boy about canon him but oh well🥰

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fqeriemin · 27 days

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 '𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 . mark lee

O1 . THE PARK | nct master list

synopsis : Sitting on a bench in the middle of a random park in Seoul, you didn ‘t mind the fact that a stranger sat next to you. But you didn ‘t expect it to hit it off with him. au : nonidol!mark lee x afab!nonidol!reader requested? : no trope : friends to lovers pronouns : you / your type : just pure fluff <3 warnings : reader is a hopeless romantic , small mention of ab**e. word count : O822 ( originally 14O4 ) play list : magnetic - illit sparks fly - taylor swift maroon - taylor swift

just a little mark drabble because who doesnt love mark <3

YOU GAZED AT THE pink cherry blossom petals floating through the air and falling delicately to the ground. It was late March , just around the time that cherry blossom trees were blooming. You were reading the novel you’d just picked up at the bookstore. Seoul was chilly at this time of year , and you had wrapped yourself in a windbreaker before stepping out. With the zipper straight up to your chin , you sat there , content with the hum of the city as your company. Page after page , you let the city calm you after a long day.

Until you felt someone sit down next to you. You didn ‘t mind it at first , as long as they didn ‘t disturb you. This person was pretty quiet , aside from the soft shifts of their feet on the cement walkway. You took a little peak at them out of the corner of your eyes at them. Blonde hair , strong jawline , and their phone held up to take a photo of the scenery. You directed your attention back to your book , and heard the camera snap of a phone. You crossed one leg over the other and made yourself more comfortable.

“Pride and Prejudice?” asked the stranger after a few minutes of silence. You looked at him , and finally got a proper view of his face. His bangs stuck up a little , as if he ‘d just climbed out of bed. And that bright blonde hair.

“Oh- yeah.” You respond , taken a bit off guard by the question.

“You like classics ?” He raised an eyebrow , pocketing his phone.

“Not particularly.” You slide your bookmark into the page you were on and shut the book. “Just decided to try it. It was on a whim.”

He nodded. A beat passed , and you were debating on whether to reopen the book or not. Your gaze tore away from him and onto the cherry blossom trees. Then he spoke again. “I’m Mark.”

You nod. “Y/n.”

“Pretty name.” He looked at you. He had nice eyes.

You couldn ‘t help but smile in return. “Thank you.”

A moment passed again as you both sat in a semi-comfortable silence. You had reopened the book. You winded a small strand of your hair around your index finger. He just stared back out the trees. They were beautiful. They don ‘t bloom at random times of the year , and with them blooming now , Seoul felt fresh to him. Anew. Like what spring should feel like.

“Do you have any specific genre you like to read, Y/n?” Mark piped up, gazing at you again.

Once more, you closed your book. “Dystopian and fantasy. You know books with war politics. Trilogies and sagas with a lot of plot armour. You know books with dreamy writing and-” Suddenly, you cut yourself off. “Sorry for rambling. What about you?”

Mark grinned as a small laugh escaped his chapped lips. He looked down at his shoes in thought and raised his eyes back to yours. “Mystery. Definitely mystery.”

“You read the Hardy Boys as a kid?” You cocked an eyebrow. It was a simple question.

“How did you guess?” He kept the grin plastered on his face.

“I think it’s every kid ‘s starter series.” You smile back. “It was my first.”

“Well.” He leaned back on the bench. “My people don ‘t read that much. Even as we grew up , they ‘d ditch the book for HotWheels.”

“My people only read the filthy stuff.” You mirrored his action , so you could get a better look at him. “That ‘s all they read.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “I never understood why people did that. Dark romance can be so nasty.”

Your ears perked at the statement. Yes! Someone with sense who didn ‘t let the internet distort them. “Thank you! I ‘ve been saying that since the whole trend started.”

“I mean , being in love with someone who literally abuses you. That ‘s so strange. And they romanticize and swoon over it too.”

“Oh my god, Mark.” You were somehow so comfortable around him already. You just met and you already thought you made a friend. “Finally someone with a brain.”

Mark just smiled back , leaving both of you staring at each other for a moment. Something passed , and you could literally feel it.

“Do you…want to exchange numbers?” Normally , you ‘d never prompt that question. But today you found yourself doing something different.

“Yeah, i mean, that ‘d be cool.” He agreed , pulling out his phone and opening the phone app. He set to creating a contact and passed the phone to you. “Put in your number. I ‘ll text you.”

So you did. “Wanna give me yours?” You asked , handing him the phone.

“Nah. you ‘ll get it when I text you.”

You both smiled again. The way you were smiling it was like you ‘d just found your person.

#mark lee #mark scenarios #nct dream #nct drabbles #renjun #jaemin #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream fic #mark lee x reader

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moonyeclipses · 1 year

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Rant(?) incoming I’m just gonna be talking about my fav boy and how much I hate his mischaracterization

But am extremely excited for the new season and maybe it’ll happen less cause I think a good chunk of the fan base probably just, view him differently from being anime only?

Hopefully lol (also manga and light novel spoiler warning!)

Excerpts from my priv twitter (but slightly altered to get my point across more):

Of all the bsd characters I think I could write the most about Ranpo and his characterization and how ppl completely fuck it up

Like- it’s hard to read a lot of fanfic with him cause they don’t portray him right? Like just the ‘UwU sweets loving boy who knows everything but is still oblivious’ OR ‘self centered arrogant man who acts too childish for his age and thinks he’s better than everyone’

LIKE NO‼️‼️

I know we haven’t really gotten to it in the anime yet but his whole thing is the fact HE DOESNT KNOW EVERYTHING- but he’s also aware that he knows a lot more than everyone else so people view him as this all-knowing unbeatable person when it’s simply not the case

Like, he puts himself on such a high pedestal cause he knows his family puts him on such a high pedestal, they expect him to be able to do everything and to know everything, and that’s why he fights so damn hard for the agency - he doesn’t want to let his family down

He’s always feels so isolated cause of it, and he’s so scared of messing up and he does mess up and it RUINS him

That arrogant front he puts is cause once your the best of the best there’s no where to go but down right? He keeps trying to prove himself and prove himself - he also doesn’t want to give anyone the idea of otherwise because he feels he has to be the one to keep everyone safe- if he shows weakness their enemies will find the loopholes and unfortunately for him that did happen

And yes he’s childish! He was literally sheltered from the entire world besides his also super genius parents for the first FOURTEEN YEARS of his life, he genuinely believed the world was out to get him and didn’t understand it once he was shoved into the outside world alone without the guidance of his now dead parents

They planned on raising him as a normal child to be a good person and not use his genius skills for bad, but they died early into the plan so he just, doesn’t know, doesn’t know any different

He thought everyone could see what he could and just refused to acknowledge it, and every time he would call something or someone out HE would be the one punished for it, it wasn’t till Fukuzawa came along and told him that he’s the only one to do that

AND, he knew to protect him at the time he told Ranpo his deduction skills were an ability, and Ranpo held onto that for protection, cause he refused to believe he was different for no reason, Fukuzawa knew he would be isolated from both normal people AND gifted people because of it

Please read the Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency if you haven’t, it’s the third light novel and it’s about Fukuzawa’s and Ranpo’s meeting when Ranpo was only 14 years old and how Fukuzawa took Ranpo in and eventually created the Agency - it really helps you understand him more and why he is the way he is

Also! Once he discovered he is different, his first reaction wasn’t to use it for this benefit, his first reaction was “the people in the world are like infants, I understand now, the world isn’t cruel, it’s just stupid, and I need to protect them!” This has been his mindset since them, if no one else can see it, then he can and has to save them

It’s like having a pet and calling them stupid in an affectionate way whenever they do something dumb and taking care and nurturing them

Even if he’s not all that emotionally vulnerable and caring, he shows how much he cares through his actions - he’s different, he knows it, he states it like the fact it is, he brags as a manipulation tactic, but he still is a man who’s childhood was cut short, and grew up thinking murder is normal and a everyday casual thing, he loves praise and sweet things because he just simply does, he acts childish I believe as a way to keep a happy front and to stop others from worrying

“Alls well that’s well for me” he means it in the sense of, “if I’m happy, if I’m not worried about something, then no one else has to be, because I have the situation handled” and we see the opposite of this during the DOA arc, when he’s trying to outsmart fyodor and suddenly he gets dead serious - everyone is unsettled by it, they realize how serious the issue is

Idk guys I just, yes he’s a man child at times, yes he acts arrogant and self centered, yes he loves sweets and a lot of things children love but I hate it when people see it as his only traits

They don’t realize how deep his character is and how much he knows. His deduction isn’t just towards mysteries, he can read people in an instant, figure out their life story and more

He may not be a manipulation expert like Dazai but I don’t think he gets the credit he deserves in his other skills and how just, aware he is of everything happening around him - and how normal he tries to perceive himself and live his life in other non serious situations

And people don’t tend to realize how much he cares for everyone, all the innocent people in the world, and especially the agency who is family to him - he’s sacrificed himself on more than one account to protect them

He also puts his trust in the world even though he knows not everyone is as smart as him, because he knows he doesn’t know everything like when he did the press conference to prove the agency innocent

And you can see how relieved he is when some of them do, even if there’s a book that change reality to point all fingers at him

Anyway yea, I sincerely hope with the fourth season (and praying they animate the untold origins for the first couple eps like they did with the other light novels) more people will appreciate Ranpo, and the true Ranpo and not just some simple aspects of his character traits

Thank you for coming to my TED talk LMAO

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shiemori-writes · 1 year

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Hello! I see that the request are open so, Ace, Deuce, Jack and Azul x gender neutral! Reader, separately, headcanons, where the reader plays the pocky game, and when they are about to kiss, the reader intentionally break the pocky as a little prank. Don’t worry, in the end the boys get a little picky on their cheek.

Thank you!

—POCKY KISSES!

You decide to tease the boys with the pocky challenge, how will it go?

characs: jack and azul

contains: sfw, fluffish crack, gender neutral reader

notes: hello! gardener since I already wrote for ace and deuce in my other pocky works, I decided to just write for Jack and Azul, hope thats ok!

♡︎JACK HOWL♡︎

Jack doesnt really know what the pocky game was to be honest, and he'll communicate as such, but he's open to trying it out.

You explain the rules to him and he tries (keyword:tries) to keep himself as composed as possible and has to constantly try to keep his tail from wagging

He agrees with little to no complaint and accepts your "challenge" he likes seeing you all awestruck after all. Not that he'd ever say that outloud.

Jack decided to take initiative and grab a pocky stick, plopping one into his mouth stiffly as he waits for your response, giggling you simply bit the end of the pocky gently and hummed happily, enjoying both the flavor and jacks expression hehehe

Deciding to be bold, you leaned closer and closer, seemingly trying to get a peck from him to tease him

Jack merely froze, his tail going stiff and eyes wide as he anticipated the kisd until-

chomp!

"Hehe~ looks like I win jack :D"

...Oh

Oh.

Dear sevens end him now

Trying to keep any sense of composure both for his sake and yours he awkwardly coughed and nodded, hesitantly praising you for your win, albeit with a badly hidden disappointed tone

Taking notice of this, you chuckled quietly as you leaned in for a sweet peck on the cheek, satisfied with the game.

Jack really couldnt conceal his grin that day

♡︎AZUL ASHENGROTTO♡︎

Ah, the worldly known bussiness man Azul Ashengrotto, to what does he owe the favo- oh,— uh prefect!

Dropping the scheme he was about to play upon realizing it was just you, he merely waved at you as his gaze landed on the treat you were currently holding.

"Oh? Are you trying out a new treat prefect?" He raised his brow "Or perhaps we could sell those, Its quite popular, I've heard, for whatever reason." He replied, grinning at the possibilities he could—

before he can continue with hid inner-bussiness-monolouge you decided to interrupt his train of thought by saying you wanted to play the pocky game... With him... Ok ok, cool, the pocky game hm, yes He supposes he can sp- THE POCKY GAME?!?

Now Azul wasnt a stranger to this game that landdwellers seem to love, he's been aquinted with the Cater Diamond after all, so of course he knew. But dear sevens orefect were you hearing yourself?!

Trying to keep his voice from shaking, he covered his red face with a cough, agreeing in a formal matter as if it was a bussiness proposal (i love this dork sm)

As he motioned you over to the VIP section for.. privacy-

(he didnt want the tweels to tease him with this)

He let you grab a single stick as you beckoned him over, his hands clammy he decided to step closer, taking a bite at the pocky as he shakily took a breath. Keep calm azul, keep calm- PREFECT WHAT ARE YOU((-*WKCJWICBE

YOU WERE LEANING IN CLOSER OH LORD HE'S SEEN FILMS WHAT IS HE GONNA DO- oK cALM DOWN ASHENGROTTO. YOU GOT THIS. BE SUAVE AND COOL SUAVE AND—

CHOMP!!

.....

....What?! Did he hype himself up for nothing!? He- he read the signs wrong he-

"Hehehe! I win zuzu~" you coyly announced, proud at his flustered state.

Deciding to apologize you kissed his cheek gently as he looked at you in bewilderment. Stuterring out a quiet "not fair" response as he pouted at you.

Congrats! Now comfort your sad pouty octopus

#t'was rushed but WOOO I FINISHED IT #i did this instead of studying for my exam r u happy /j #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #quinn writes🦇💕#jack howl x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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So I fucking squealed when I saw you write for Kamisama Kiss! Do you think you could write sth with Mizuki and a m MC? Doesnt matter what, human, god, yokai, idc. Just want snek boy to be happy!

Note: I’ve waited so long for someone to request Kamisama Kiss! I’ll gladly do it! I couldn't really think of much so sorry for it being short!

THE SNAKES “WIFE”

Character(s): Mizuki

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

A couple months since Nanami met Mizuki, she received an invitation to his home. "Oh look Tomoe! Mizuki sent us an invitation!" Nanami said and showed her familiar the paper.

"We haven't heard from him in months and he just sends an invitation so suddenly? Something's fishy." Tomoe mumbled as he stared at the paper with a raised brow. "Please Tomoe? It might be something good for once!" Nanami begged with a pleading look. Tomoe pinched in between his nose before sighing. "If that's what you wish, Lady Nanami." Tomoe folded his arms.

When they arrived to Mizuki's 'shrine' everything was slightly more colorful than usual. "How odd." Tomoe said as he looked around. The door opened revealing Mizuki who looked really happy. "You're here, Nanami!" Mizuki said with a smile as he walked up to her and Tomoe.

"I'm very sorry I didn't specify why you two should come in the letter." "No no, it's alright. So what was it you wanted us to come visit you?" Nanami asked and tilted her head to the side a bit. "I've found a new wife!" Mizuki exclaimed and clasped his hands together.

"That's wonderful! Where is she?" "Who knew you could achieve another wife so fast." "He's inside reading right now. I'll take you to him." Mizuki said, ignoring Tomoe's comment. "Did he say he or am I hearing things?" Nanami asked Tomoe confused. "He might of said he by accident, who knows." Tomoe told her before the two followed Mizuki inside. They took a few turns till the ended up at a door that was decorated differently than the other doors.

"Y/n!~ I've brought some quest who would like to meet you!" Mizuki chirped before opening the door. You turned your head to look at them before a gentle smile formed on your lips. "Good afternoon. Are you perhaps Mizuki's friends?" You asked and closed the book you were reading. "Yes! Are you Mizuki's wife?" Nanami asked with a smile. "Yes, but I'd like it if you'd say husband since I am a male." You lightly laughed before standing up and walked over to them.

"I'm Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you." You said and shook Nanami's hand. "I'm Nanami Momozono and he's Tomoe, my familiar." Nanami introduced herself before they all sat down on some cushions. "So, Y/n, how did you and Mizuki meet?" Tomoe asked.

"Well, I came across him when he was a snake and thought he was really cute so I took him home with me, but after I had placed him in a tank I had, there was this strange mark on my hand. So after I went to get that checked out I came home to him like he is now and he explained to me that he chose me as his 'wife'. But I didn't really agree with it since I didn't know him that well so we took some time to get to know each other and here we are now. Very sorry if I'm talking to much." You explained as Mizuki laid his head on your lap while you stroked his head with a gentle smile makin him snuggle a bit closer to his lover.

"Aww that's adorable! Right Tomoe?" Nanami squealed and looked at Tomoe. "You can say that." Tomoe said, a small and unnoticeable smile present on his lips.

#mizuki kamisama #Mizuki x male reader #mizuki x reader #Mizuki x you #Mizuki x y/n #fiction #anime #fluff #male reader #kamisama kiss #kamisama kiss x male reader

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purplelupins · 2 years

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as someone who reads sweet dreams everyday (literally) I MELTED when i noticed that little snippet you added to chapter four. i’ve been craving new ethan hawke content from you for awhile now and that was just what I needed, THANK YOU! i hope you still remember you and the best ethan hawke writer on this app. you are literally the blue print and everyone knows it.

ps. also made me wonder if you have any alternative versions of sugar, sugar or sweet dreams sitting in your archive? the girlies want a peak!

Omg you noticed??? Yes to everyone wondering- I did add a few things to the smut in chapter 4…it’s a little darker but I like it more. Ily, you’re so sweet Omg.

SO!! Below is a dark (with lots of manipulation, smut, slight non-con, use of pet-names, degradation etc) little idea for Albert I had but it’s a bit like Sugar Sugar so I didn’t write it fully. But I thought it would help with your thirst 😘 (AS ALWAYS IF YOURE A MINOR DONT INTERACT)

Enjoy🤍

My Bunny

Part I Part II

Basically you have a boyfriend but you’re in a rocky patch with him so you just give each other the odd kiss and he’ll sometimes pick you up from work but that’s about it for the past few months. You work with Albert, and you get along really well with him- you make each other laugh and you’re generally really bubbly and sweet and he’s even driven you home a few times when your boyfriend falls short. One afternoon your bf comes in to get something from the shop and your ringing him through at the counter and Albert’s just on the other side of the wall between the counter and the back room listening.

Your boyfriend looked around, eyeing the store, “Is that boss of yours in?” He asked.

You look at him firmly, “Yep. His name if Albert… you know that.”

He shook his head and fixed you in an aloof, accusatory glance that you had to keep from rolling your eyes at. “I don’t like how he looks at you…can’t believe he knows where your apartment is…” he shook his head again.

Your eye twitched as your patience was wearing thin. It wasn’t like he didn’t get female attention at his work. Hell he had flirted with waitresses and the likes right in front of you, so what was the bother if you got some male attention…even though you were sure Albert didn’t look at you that way. You could be his daughter.

“Well if you hadn’t backed out of picking me up then he wouldn’t have had to be a gentleman and take me home.” You huffed, stuffing his receipt into his bag, “Maybe you should take a page out of his book.”

He stared at you confused and blank; you rolled your eyes, “It means you should be like him…never mind. I’ll see you later.” You said, putting your copy of the receipt in the cash drawer.

Then he lazily raised his head to you look at you, “Oh no I forgot to tell you I’m going to see a game with the guys tonight. I won’t see you until this weekend.”

You stared, unamused, “Awesome.” You grind out.

“I’ll see you, don’t miss me too much!” He said with a charming smile that might have made you swoon at one time…did he ever make you swoon? Like actually…?

You watched him walk to the door, “Have a great time with your boys and your balls!” You called loud enough to embarrass him. His smile dropped and matched your glare before disappearing outside.

A long sigh escaped you. You didn’t like to fight, hell you really just wanted someone to take care of you and love you. But it seemed that it was harder and more to ask for than you had thought. You were really a sweet girl, and you were ready to love someone…

But what you didn’t know was that your dear friend Albert heard everything.

That boy doesnt deserve you.

For almost a year, Albert had been watching you and reeling you around his finger and his patience was wearing thinner everytime that boy didn’t treat you right.

A missed pick up that turned into two.

Plans made without you.

Tears in your eyes.

An argument outside.

A heavy sigh.

But he could take care of you. Albert knew how to treat you right…he knew what you liked.

You checked out another customer, your fake smile falling when the shop was quiet again. You straightened a couple pens and papers when a hand on your shoulder made you jump until you saw it was Albert gazing down at you. You relaxed instantly.

“Sorry sweetie, just need to grab something behind you there.” He pointed to the roll of tape beyond his reach.

You followed his finger and your brain finally snapped back to function.

“Oh sorry, here-“ you went to move out of the way, but the hand on your shoulder tightened.

“That’s alright, just hold still” he murmured and he pressed against you gently enough for you to feel this firm body. He reached passed you and you blushed terribly, hoping he didn’t notice.

Albert pulled back slowly and stared at you at your stood just a few inches away, “Thanks sweetie.” He cooed to you and disappeared into the back. Leaving you to pant and squirm by yourself as your panties flooded. “What the fuck y/n?” You whisper to yourself.

Your boss.

BOSS.

Older. Boss.

With beautiful eyes…

BOSS!!

Christ almighty y/n get your head in straight.

That night, you closed up shop with Albert and another guy you didn’t know very well, but he left as soon as you and Albert shut the door with barely a goodbye. Then you remembered the lonely night ahead of you; lots of time to stew over whether or not to end things with your boyfriend.

The sound of car keys made you look up at Albert as he fished his out from his pocket, and gave him a small smile ,”Have a goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You chirp before turning to leave.

Oh but Albert knew you needed company. You were mad.

“You’re not getting picked up?” He asked from behind you. But of course he already knew the answer.

You turned back to him, and huffed out a frustrated sigh, “No…no not tonight. Never again if he keeps up like this- sorry…” you said, not meaning to vent like that.

But Albert soaked it up.

He pretended to think for a moment.

“Well, I could drive you? It’s pretty dark and I’d hate to let a pretty thing like you walk home.” He said kindly, gesturing to his van.

Your chest ached at his offer, but you really didn’t want him to feel taken advantage of.

“Albert you don’t have to-“

“I want to,” he cut you off before you could continue, “Someone needs to take care of you.” He took a step towards you and you felt that rush again in your head.

But he didn’t like you like that right?

But you liked him. How could you not like him? Sure he was quirky and quiet…and sometimes didn’t understand personal space, but he was nice. And easy on the eyes- STOP IT!

So you accepted with a shy smile and a nod.

You hopped into the passenger side and fell into comfortable conversation as he drove you to your apartment without needing direction. Of course he knew how to get there- he watched you every other night. You really needed to close your curtains, there’s some creeps out there…

He pulled up outside your building and shut off the engine, but you didn’t take off your seatbelt right away.

You ran your hand down your skirt, smoothing out wrinkles, “You’re really sweet Albert….” You murmured, finally turning to look at him only to find him turned towards you, listening. Watching.

He have you a dismissing wave of his hand that rested on the wheel.

“Just looking after my favourite girl.” He chirped, with a wink, “Don’t tell anyone else at the shop though.”

You blushed and looked away.

“Y-your girlfriend is lucky.” You said. You never asked if he was involved with anyone but this was your chance.

He laughed “Oh I don’t have one. Not for a long time.”

You whipped your head to him. “What? Why?” You said but covered your mouth. “Sorry thats none of my business”

He chuckled and shrugged.

“I’ve been waiting for the right girl.”he said, tilting his head.

You look over at him and cough at the slight jealously you felt that he was looking at woman. Why did you feel jealous? He’s not yours.

And he knew you were jealous. The fucking adorable way for cheeks flushed and the clench off your jaw. He wanted to bite it.

“Well I hope she comes along soon.” You forced out.

“I hope so too…I’m not very patient.” He said. You smiled but knew he was serious. He deserved someone nice.

“Well I guess this is good night-“ you said unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Nonsense I’ll walk you to your door. I noticed a weird neighbour the last time I was here…” he said, popping the door open. You grinned to yourself at the kind gesture but rolled your eyes at yourself.

BOSS.

“Thanks.” You said, but gasped when you stood up and felt the slickness between your thighs. You both fell into step and you felt your hand brush against his which only made you blush; you liked the rings he wore.

You tried to remind yourself that you just needed to get into your apartment and you could make some food and deal with the wet problem you had thanks to the older man next to you.

Just as he had said, he walked you into your building and up to your door. And while you enjoyed the attention, you could barely keep your hands from trembling. Whether from nervousness or frustration from your boyfriend, you didn’t know.

You pulled out your keys and toyed with them as he stood a couple feet from you. “You really didn’t have to do this Albert, I really appreciate it- shoot!” Your keys fell from your clumsy grip, and you sighed as you bent to get them, but Albert beat you to it.

“I got it, sweetie.” He grasped them and was about to stand back up when he glanced at your legs and saw the glistening on your thighs.

Naughty girl.

Albert stood to his full height and held the metal in his hand, and you went to grab them, but with a smirk he raised his arm and held them just out of your reach. “Come on I thought you wanted to get home?” He teased you.

And playfully rolled your eyes and jumped and stood on your toes to reach but to no avail. You rubbed against him as you tried to get the keys; placing one hand on his chest without realizing it.

Albert didn’t take his eyes off you, already feeling himself twitch in his pants painfully. It took you a full minute to realize he was staring at you, and when you locked eyes you were caught. You froze, faces inches apart.

“You could have just asked, bunny.” He very slowly lowered your keys into your hand but you didn’t care.

Bunny?

“What are you-“ you started to say but his lips cut you off. Your eyes went wide and you froze when he pulled you against him. You tried to push away to ask him what was going on, but then his huge hand pulled your thigh to hook your knee over his hip and you couldn’t think anymore.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He had you right where he wanted you. Months and months of careful preparation…

You moaned and pulled away just long enough to unlock your door. Albert kissed your neck and started whispering in your ear, “Come on bunny…hurry up. You want this don’t you?” Making you struggle with fitting the fucking little key into the slot, but you finally got the door open, and stumbled inside. Albert already kicked the door shut and locked it by the time you turned back to him.

But then as you stood there, you realized what you were doing.

Oh god this was your BOSS. Another man…

Sure you had made yourself come to him numerous times but this was wrong.

Your heart was pounding and you shook your head, “ Wait…we can’t-“

Tsk.

You looked up and Albert had already taken off his jacket and shoes. He was shaking his head at you and you began to feel very, very small.

“You’re trying to tell me you don’t want this, bunny?” He mocked you , tilting his head to the side like he cared.

You could feel your adrenaline pumping again.

You sighed and felt your gut twist, “I have a boyfriend, Albert…and y-you’re my boss. I’m sorry for making you think-“

“Shh…” he walked towards you, and took your hands in his and he pulled you to his chest. His heart beat steadily under your ear. You didn’t relax though.

This was wrong-

“Weren’t you just saying how unhappy that boy makes you? Hm?” He cooed so gently to you.

Well he’s not wrong…NO! This is wrong.

“I know but-“ you started.

“And don’t you like me, sweetie?” He murmured, rubbing your back.

“Well I…I do…but-“

“Don’t you want to feel good, y/n?” He purred, pulling you away to stare down at you, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

His words and touch were clouding your mind and your rationality and logic and morals all began to fade away. “Y-you’re my boss…” you said in one last effort to tell him that you shouldn’t do this.

But he just smirked and held your chin as he leaned to your ear, “And I think you like that…”

Your mind went blank. How did he…?

Albert saw your brain short circuit, and he carefully led you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap and you couldn’t help the mewl you let out when you felt his very large, very hard cock straining against his pants

“What a filthy little thing you are…you know I could be your dad..” he growled into your ear as you rocked against him. Shame spiralled down your body as he taunted you.

“I-I…” you try to say something but nothing came as he pulled away.

“Is this all for me?” He asked, reaching down to his leg to feel the wet patch by his zipper. The head of his cock pulsed under the touch.

You nodded embarrassed and ashamed. You shouldn’t do this. But your mouth wasn’t listening, “I’ve wanted…I…”

“Do you know how long have wanted you? Hm?” He rasped, very slowly undoing his belt. You watched with your lips parted. “You’ve just been teasing me…pushing me, y/n.”

His hips bucked up as he unzipped his pants, and the swollen tip of his cock was already sticking out from the waistband of his underwear.

“I swear I didn’t mean to…” you stared as he pulled his cock, “fuck…” you pant, taking in the sight.

“What’s wrong? That little boy isn’t as big?” He gently held you and pulled your soaked panties to the side before slipping the head of his cock into you harshly.

You shook your head, gasping. You held his shoulders and squirmed at the intrusion.

“Aw doesn’t this feel better?” He sunk you down until your hips met and you cried out in pain at the stretch. Your boyfriend was definitely not as big as him, “I bet you’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you little one?” He bit at the skin of your neck.

You couldn’t even remember your boyfriend’s name let alone the feeling of him inside you. Your mind was fuzzy. You were trying to regulate your breathing as he began to rock you against him.

“T-the only way I can come is if I picture your face-“ you whimpered out your confession, and bucked against him, bouncing up until just his head way inside before sinking back down.

“Does he make you come?” Albert growled.

You shook your head.

He nearly exploded right there.

“Does he make you feel this good?” He snapped his hips and tightened his grip on your hips.

“N-no!” You gasped both from the pain of his hands and your tightening pussy, already close. He knew it.

“You’re going to come for me aren’t you? You naught girl coming on your older boss’s cock. Fuck…that’s it.” He rasped, holding you tightly, “Com on, “his voice turned sweet and encouraging suddenly, “Come on sweetie.” He kissed just below your ear, “Come for me.”

And you let go. You spasmed around his cock, a string of moans echoing around the apartment. He lifted your shirt off your head and threw it away before pulling one of your breasts out and wrapped his lips around a nipple. You cried out again at the stimulation of his tongue and harsh sucking. He rocked into you, and you became far too sensitive, but he wasn’t done; you tried to push him away, but Albert held your hips to him so he stayed inside you and stood up before walking to your bedroom. Of course he knew where it was. You held onto him and clenched around him like you didn’t want his cock to slip out. You needed him there.

Oh he liked you.

“Do that again.” He growled into your ear.

You clenched, and was rewarded with a moan.

“Good fucking girl.” He placed you down onto the bed and you loosened your grip around his waist so he could start moving again. He started thrusting, and you whimpered at how overstimulated you were . “Does it hurt sweetie? Is it too much?”

You whimpered and nodded slightly.

He cocked his head to the side, not giving up on his pace, “It’s going to feel good again, okay? Just hold still…just- fuck.” He gasped, already feeling you tighten around him.

“You’re going to come again? Already?” He chided you, “I thought you said you didn’t want this, hm? Were you lying?” His breathing was heavy against your neck as he leaned over you.

You nod quickly and pulled him to you for a kiss. Anything to make you feel better. He fucked you to another orgasm, and you couldn’t keep in your scream. Not a moment later, his hot cum pumped into you and you could feel it inside you before it began to leak out.

Albert sighed in satisfaction and slowly pulled from you, “My good girl…that wasn’t so bad was it?” He purred, and wrapped his arms around you; pulling your little body against him and he breaths in your smell like he had dreamed of doing so for so long. Breaking into your apartment as you slept to smell your panties just didn’t cut it.

You kissed him gently, afraid of your own actions. Was this too much? Did he just want a one night thing? Oh god what gave i done?“Can you…would you…um…” you sighed not knowing how to say it, “I really like you…genuinely…would you ever want to do that again?” You asked. Sure it was intense…but something about his oppressive control made you…crave more.

He tipped your head up to look at him, “You’re asking?” He smiles cheekily.

“Well I don’t want to assume…”. You murmured, blushing.

“Are you going to stay with him?” He asked, a little more serious. Of course you didn’t see his coiled fists for in case you answered wrong.

You snorted and shook your head, “We were barely together anyway…I …I really don’t think I can stay away from you now even if I tried.” You said honestly.

“Are you going to be mine?” He asked, stroking your hair.

You blush but nod. “I’ve been yours for a year, anyway.”

And he keeps you.

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teecupangel · 10 months

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I once read a webcomic called Dreamless where, when the protagonist went to sleep, she saw the world through the eyes of another person on the other side of the world. And it was the same for that other person, when he went to sleep he saw through her eyes. If they were ever asleep at the same time, they didn't dream--they just saw blackness, and heard the ambient sounds of the room.

I'm just thinking idly about this, I don't have any plot. I just think it could make for a very cool and heart wrenching story for Desmond and Altaïr, in a modern, Altaïr isn't his ancestor AU. There was a historical figure who remade the Brotherhood during the third crusade. Modern Altaïr might even be named after him, descended from him. But when Desmond is first put in the animus, it's to relive Ezio's life. He never has that first experience as Altaïr.

Instead, he grows up with the strangest dreams.

(He knows they're not just dreams. They're too consistent, too coherent. But it almost hurts more, to know they're real.)

He grows up as Desmond, the child of Mentor William Miles.

He grows up as Altaïr, ward of Mentor Al Mualim.

He gets two lessons in how not to raise a child, though he won't recognize them as such for a very long time.

idk, I just think having them grow up and seeing each other--normally something like Dreamless doesnt work in a modern AU because the two people would reach out to each other while awake as soon as they could, to confirm the other person is real. But they're both in the brotherhood, after the Great Purge, in a world largely controlled by Abstergo. Things are scattered, chaotic. It's dangerous to try to track each other down in the real world, where someone might follow the trail.

Them growing up "together" like this, ghostly observers to each others lives, on equal footing, too far apart to help but still *there*--I think there's a lotta potential in that.

Here’s the webcomic Dreamless for those interested (Do note that the webcomic is filled with angst).

Anyway…

So…

We… might be able to do make this work.

According to https://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/ there’s a 9 hour difference between Rapid City (which is the closest I can think for the Farm) and Syria.

So, for example, if it’s 3 PM on the Farm, it would be 12 midnight the next day in Syria.

This means that they can dream of each other.

(for the sake of this idea: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad is the legendary mentor from 12th century Levant, Altaïr Ibn-Umar is the boy that Desmond dreams. If you read Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, I’m talking about the 12th century Assassin, not the deuteragonist (and love interest) Altaïr)

Although, I do think we should not put Altaïr in Masyaf because Masyaf is such a hot spot. It would be a very ballsy move for Al Mualim to hide in such a well known past Assassin stronghold so it may be that audacity that kept them safe.

A safer choice would be somewhere in the Alborz mountain range in Iran, near Alamut castle. Alamut would hold some kind of importance to the history of the Brotherhood but not as prominent as Masyaf in the eyes of the Templars. That would give them a 9.5 hour difference which would make this idea work as well, and I think we should go for this route for one specific reason that will come into play later.

Either way, in this scenario, our POV would be Desmond, and he’d start dreaming of Altaïr after being born (the same could be said to Altaïr).

In this setup, I think Desmond and Altaïr would realize that they’re both training to be Assassins. I also think that they would try to contact one another, writing on a piece of notebook questions like “do you see me too?”.

Maybe they’d discover it by accident.

Maybe while Altaïr is dreaming of Desmond, Desmond just whispers in the safety (and emptiness) of his room after a hard day of training, “I wish I was Altaïr. That’s who dad wants as a son.”

And that’s how Altaïr realized that Desmond dreams of him so he would look at reflections for the following day, just going “Desmond, if you’re dreaming me… write my name on a piece of paper and write the date.” and doing the same by staring at a piece of paper for a couple of seconds that read “Altaïr Ibn-Umar, XX/XX/XXXX”.

And Desmond does the same the next day, writing “Desmond Miles, XX/XX/XXXX”.

Both of them do not know their exact location though.

All Desmond knew was that he was in the US, somewhere in South Dakota, in a place called the Farm that was near Black Hills or was on Black Hills, the adults always say either near or on.

Altaïr has it worse. All he knows is he’s in Alamut and they’re more isolated than Desmond, growing their own food and the only source of outside information was in the radio room that only Al Mualim could go to.

They both knew that they were being trained by Assassins and…

Here’s the thing.

Desmond’s main reason for running away are:

He didn’t believe that the Templars exist.

He felt so alone in the Farm and didn’t feel like he belonged.

But reason 1 would be taken out of the equation because Altaïr and Desmond would have been 13 when the Great Purge had happened. And to add more angst, Desmond dreamed helplessly of Altaïr screaming for his father to come with them while Al Mualim gathered all the children and run away from their old base (this could have been Masyaf) while Umar and most of the other parents stayed behind to be the distraction and decoy to give the others a chance to escape. Al Mualim is more or less their foster grandfather/mentor now because of this as the only other adult who survived was Malik and Kadar’s father, and he lost his arm in the process (I’m sorry but… this way Malik won’t lose his arm… hopefully???).

So Desmond knows that the Templars exist.

As for reason 2… Desmond knows where he belonged. By Altaïr’s side.

By that point, they would be reckless teenagers, sure, BUT Altaïr is smack dabbed in the middle of nowhere where the only thing he can see is mountains and… oh yeah, more mountains.

Even if the plan is for both of them to run away (and they have thought about it individually to find each other), Altaïr would have a hard time finding his way into civilization to even have a chance and Desmond won’t even know where to start looking (and that’s if he can find a way to even get to Iran in the first place).

That’s right, we’re placing Altaïr somewhere in Alborz to ensure these two don’t try to separately run away and try to find each other (look at that, I’m actively trying not to do a trope that happens quite a bit in my fics). XD

So, instead, they make a promise to one another.

They would both become Assassins and, once they start getting field missions, they would look for one another, leave each other messages in their dreams to where their current missions would be.

But then…

When Altaïr and Desmond turn 20, they are transferred into another location and that location?

Altaïr is transferred to Masyaf (or maybe Damascus since Masyaf is such a red flag).

And Desmond is transferred to Monteriggioni.

Where an Animus is waiting for them…

Al Mualim finally tells Altaïr the truth. Umar had been Al Mualim’s biological son and his real name had been Umar Ibn-Rashid, a fact that he had kept hidden because Al Mualim is the only known descendant of the legendary mentor Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad from his oldest son Darim Ibn-La'Ahad.

And Altaïr was named after that legendary mentor because Al Mualim hopes for Altaïr to be the next mentor of the Brotherhoods all over the world, to unite them once more and finally strike back at Abstergo. He believes what the Brotherhood needed right now was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad’s successor.

For that end, Al Mualim tells Altaïr that he would learn everything the legendary mentor Altaïr learned using the Animus that he had gotten from an Assassin cell in Russia.

In Monteriggioni, Bill tells Desmond that he was the descendant of both legendary mentors: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad from his youngest son Sef and Ezio Auditore from his daughter Flavia. Bill thinks Desmond is ready to be an Assassin but he doesn’t want Desmond to just be any Assassin.

He wants Desmond to be the mentor that would reunite the Brotherhood and protect them because Bill believes what the Brotherhood needs is Ezio Auditore’s second coming.

And…

Here’s the kicker.

Tuscany and Syria? They only have a 1-hour difference.

So…

We can all eat up that sweet, sweet angst of Altaïr and Desmond not knowing if the other is alright or if they’re even still alive because there’s no way Bill or Al Mualim would let them have their own ‘schedule’.

Too angsty?

Wellllllll…

What we can do is that using the Animus counts as ‘sleeping’ so they dream of each other during that time.

BUT this would mean I can fuck them up using the Bleeding Effect.

Because this would mean they would both be simultaneously reliving the life of their chosen ancestor AND of each other reliving the life of the other ancestor.

In other words, Desmond would be reliving Ezio’s memories while dreaming of Altaïr reliving 12th century Altaïr’s memories and Altaïr experiences the reverse of that.

This would mean… both of them would have the Bleeds of Ezio and 12th century Altaïr…

And it would be a more severely Bleeding Effect because they are pretty much reliving 2 different ancestors as the same time.

So… you know…

Pick your angst poison (¬‿¬)

(sorry, I didn’t have Desmond get kidnapped by Abstergo in this one. If you want, Desmond could be taken while he was on his way to Monteriggioni instead so Desmond still gets kidnapped and we have sweet sweet “I’m powerless to help him and I hate myself for that” angst on Altaïr’s side)

#i’m not sure if you planned this to be angst twitch but it is now #sorry not sorry #i know you’d love the angst XD #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

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I think the most glaring inconsistent between the “smarts” of "hermione 1" and "hermione 2" is that she doesnt work WITH Harry and Ron as a team anymore. All those outrageous things like "punishing" Rita and Marietta and with her parents, even the time traveling, she does it off screen and alone. She’s SUCH a meta power breaking all the 4th walls because Rowling didn’t know how to write a trio anymore and cant let Hermione lowered herself to work with the actual teenage boy characters. (1)

(2). I can forgive her “momentary smarts” moments because I can see how actually being with friends emboldened her. I loved Ron for yelling at her for her slowness – as of book 2 I can see her taking that to heart and try not to be robotic. Before book 3, all her “independent rule breaking” was with them, to help them and when she was THERE with them.

(3) When she set Snape on fire or did the potions, she WAS alone yes, but Ron was watching her, and the Potion thing has logical development bc she had went into the Restricted Section for Harry in Book 1, and most important thing is she failed or was petrified. NOTHING like that anymore since book 3 because even Rowling knew those things Hermione did was too big for anyone.

On "Hermione 1" and "Hermione 2"

I think in the end it really just comes down to Rowling using Hermione as a "solve everything" trump card.

She said it herself, that Hermione explaining stuff makes sense because you just assume she's read it in a book. Ok, yeah...

But doesn't it also make sense for Ron to know things because he's wizard-raised and so would know stuff without need for books?

I mean look how perfectly it happened in COS!

Then Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, “You’re a Parselmouth. Why didn’t you tell us?” [...] “So?” said Harry. “I bet loads of people here can do it.” “Oh, no they can’t,” said Ron. “It’s not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad.” “What’s bad?” said Harry, starting to feel quite angry. “What’s wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn’t told that snake not to attack Justin —” “Oh, that’s what you said to it?” “What d’you mean? You were there — you heard me —” “I heard you speaking Parseltongue,” said Ron. “Snake language. You could have been saying anything — no wonder Justin panicked, you sounded like you were egging the snake on or something — it was creepy, you know —” Harry gaped at him. “I spoke a different language? But — I didn’t realize — how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?” Ron shook his head. Both he and Hermione were looking as though someone had died. Harry couldn’t see what was so terrible. - Chamber of Secrets

Ok, so why Hermione would look so stricken I dunno, maybe anxious, but I'll give it a pass because Harry Don't Know Feelings let's go with that. So Ron somewhat explains "this is bad" (but he does describe Parseltongue as "a gift", so, yknow, he wouldn't cut off someone's tongue if they spoke Parseltongue, I see you there you people who think Slytherins are "oppressed"), because in popular opinion this is bad. He explains to Harry why that looked bad, why people reacted the way they did, and what is Parseltongue.

“It matters,” said Hermione, speaking at last in a hushed voice, “because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That’s why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent.” Harry’s mouth fell open. “Exactly,” said Ron. “And now the whole school’s going to think you’re his great-great-greatgreat-grandson or something —” “But I’m not,” said Harry, with a panic he couldn’t quite explain. “You’ll find that hard to prove,” said Hermione. “He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be.” - Chamber of Secrets

And all those are credible informations to garner out of a textbook! Especially from Hogwarts, A History which would probably give a bit of detail about the founders and their Houses.

And then compare and contrast with Deathly Hallows...

‘And as for this book,’ said Hermione, ‘The Tales of Beedle the Bard… I’ve never even heard of them!’ ‘You’ve never heard of The Tales of Beedle the Bard?’ said Ron incredulously. ‘You’re kidding, right?’ ‘No, I’m not!’ said Hermione in surprise. ‘Do you know them, then?’ ‘Well, of course I do!’ Harry looked up, diverted. The circumstance of Ron having read a book that Hermione had not was unprecedented. Ron, however, looked bemused by their surprise. - Deathly Hallows

Ho ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ho ho Ron read a book??? Shock! Bewilderment! Unprecedent!! Imagine Ron being literate!! Ho ho ho ho ho!!!

... yeah, but...

‘A book?’ said Harry, as he took the rectangular parcel. ‘Bit of a departure from tradition, isn’t it?’ ‘This isn’t your average book,’ said Ron. ‘It’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. [...]’ - Deathly Hallows

Hm. I wonder if Hermione has read that book? Who am I kidding, of course she hasn't, otherwise she'd have FUCKING REALIZED SHE NEEDED TO BE MORE PROACTIVE IN PURSUING RON INSTEAD OF PLAYING TSUNDERE AND LAUNCHING CANARIES AT HIM.

Ahem, heh, yeah. That's, the state of the writing in Deathly Hallows. Years of being told how awesome Hermione is for reading books and regurgitating what she read (aka a thing tons of kids do in their youth because kids are curious little buggers and love sharing their discoveries with others) really took their toll.

#vivi answers #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #writing #hp meta

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1-800-c0sm1c · 2 years

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I recently saw a suggestive gif with an ice lolly, before quickly stumbling upon a post with Ryuji.. You can probably see where I'm going with this.

Could you perhaps write about a gn reader and Ryuji on a super hot day grabbing some ice lollys, the two enjoying the other's presence before Ryuji looks over and sees reader unintentionally deep throating it? (Like it looks suggestive) Ryuji gets really flustered, and now it's even hotter...

I hope this doesnt overstep into more heavier nsfw, if it does please remove what you arent comfortable with or feel free to delete the request :) Also you can add more characters if you want! Though I only really know Persona 5 Strikers, so if you can add characters from that! Anyway enough rambling, hope you have fun with this!!

-Solar/⭐ (If I can claim either or that'd be great!)

꒰blue lemonade !꒱

eating popsicles with everyones fav electro boy !

character x gn!reader

includes ryuji !

warnings : suggestive content !

word count : 2273

beta read by : @cagethefrenchfuck

a/n : solar anon youre a genius ,,, im here to make it even better with a friends to lovers prompt added into the chaos mwahahaha >:) i hope you enjoy this !

this summer heatwave was reaching record high temperatures, you were sure if you stayed out in the sun for too long youd melt into a puddle and evaporate almost immediately. you wanted nothing more than to feel the cool ocean breeze on your face and soak up rays in the sun. however, just like the rest of the phantom thieves, you and ryuji were broke and had decided to stay inside for most of summer vacation. whenever you werent grouped up together at rens house for mementos business, chances are ryuji was laying on your couch, complaining about the heat with a bag of frozen vegetables on his forehead, but you dont mind. if youre together, everything becomes colored by him. if you were into aura reading you swear everyone around the blonde would be a bright and sunny yellow, but yours turned blue the moment you met him. if he was the sun, youd be the ever changing sky, never one without the other, the tide and the sand.

despite the random movie playing on the tv, your attention was focused solely on your dramatic friend sitting next to you. ever since youve joined the phantom thieves, you and ryuji have been inseparable. ren and ann have called you the dynamic duo on multiple occasions, meanwhile morgana is simply just jealous that someone likes ryuji enough to want to hang out with him that often.

“oh come on ryuji, the fans are running on overdrive, theres no way you can still be that hot.” you rolled your eyes as he complains for the nth time this hour. “thats what you think, but i swear im gonna die if this heatwave lasts another day, man.” he sighs, sinking further into the couch. “if the heat doesnt kill you, then i will.” you mutter under your breath, but ryuji hears you loud and clear. “oh so you want a fight, is that it? lets take it to the metaverse right here, right now!” ryuji yells back with more energy than youve seen him with since school let out for the break. he puts his fists up pretending to swing punches at you across the couch, proceeding to drop the entire bag of (not really frozen anymore) peas on the hard floor of your living room. the bag breaks open, littering the vegetables all over the place. “oh shit. how thin is the materials of those frickin bags?” he quickly says, panic obvious in his voice. you sigh, quickly getting up to grab the broom to sweep up the mess ryuji had made.

he follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy, offering to clean everything up *plus* scrubbing your whole house before you quickly reassure him its not a big deal. “i doubt we were ever going to cook those up anyways, dont worry about it ryuji!” “but still! i feel bad for making a mess of your house. i dont want to give your mom any reason to hate me.” you raise an eyebrow at that. “oh? why do you want to be on my moms good side so bad? you planning on moving in or something?” he shrugs. “with how much weve been hanging out i might as well. last thing i need is to be banned from seeing you over some bags of frozen vegetables.”

theres a mysterious feeling inside of you, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks over that. hed go through all the trouble of deep cleaning your house just so he can still hang out with you? itd obviously never need to come to that, but the fact that its the first thought he has cant help but make you feel special, despite how silly it is. of course he wants to be able to hang out with you, hes your best friend. if he didnt, that would be more of an issue than anything else. “you could always just sneak through the window, you know.” you mutter without realizing. he snickers. “i dont think i play the role of knight in shining armor very well, but what the hell? im always willing to try new things.” he laughs at his own remark, completely oblivious to how much redder your face has gotten in the small amount of time youve been sweeping up the peas from the floor. it may be hot outside, but surely not that hot, right?

“well how about you go make yourself useful and get something less likely to… explode for us to cool off?” you quickly respond to change the subject. ryuji thinks for a second before grabbing his shoes, stating hell be right back. you feel a weight be lifted off your shoulders you were unaware of as soon as the door shuts behind him.

theres never been any kind of tension that youve noticed before between you and ryuji, so where did this random feeling come from? you cant help but feel different around him, has he always looked at you with such admiration and you just never noticed? with how hot your body is now you might as well shove yourself into the freezer.

putting the broom back you sit back on the couch noticing how empty the room really feels without ryuji there anymore. where had he even run off to anyways? you groan, noticing that the temperature had gone up another 2 degrees, before instantly feeling bad for sending ryuji out into town during the hottest part of the day. that was definitely a lapse in your judgement, but surely hed be fine with how quick he was to go along with it. unless he just wanted to get away from you? wait where did that thought come from? you cant help but internally sigh at how youve managed to make the situation even more awkward without him even being there.

after about another 5 minutes of sitting alone with your thoughts (terrifying, isnt it?) ryuji bursts through the front door with a grocery bag in his hands. “i dont know about you but i think some ice cream is the perfect thing right now!” your face drops the second you realize its dripping, presumably already melted from the trip back in the scorching sun. ryuji notices a second later, quickly dropping it outside by the front porch. you cant help but find his slightly pouting face adorable, and also totally heart wrenching. “you know, i think youre on the right track there with ice cream. how about we just go down to the convenience store together? im pretty sure ren is working there right now anyways. then we dont have to worry about anything melting!”

ryuji was just about ready to give up on going anywhere else today, especially if it meant having to walk around again in the heat, but he couldnt resist the sweet smile on your face. hed do anything for you in a heartbeat if youd always look at him so sweetly. he was so caught up in his staring that he completely forgot to answer you, you having to snap your fingers in his face just to get him to come back down to earth, because surely when he was with you he was in heaven. “huh? oh! yeah, lets get going!”

you both ran to the train station, out of breath and sweaty by the time youd have reached shibuya. you almost gave ren a heart attack with the amount of noise caused by you and ryuji walking in to the convenience store. after almost getting him fired for talking way longer than he should have been, you and ryuji walk back to the station in no rush, eating your popsicles quietly.

“what flavor did you get?” you ask ryuji as you stand waiting by the station. “cherry limeade, you wanna try?” he brings the popsicle closer to your face, assuming youd simply grab it in your own hand. what ryuji was not expecting, however, was for you to lean yourself closer to him, taking a lick of the popsicle while it was still held in his hand. his eyes turn wide like a rabbit would, incredibly surprised as you get closer to him, he swears he can feel the tingling electricity throughout his entire body. where did this boldness come from, and why are you so nonchalant about it? he can fell his ego deflating when his whole arm shakes after you pull away and lick your lips, the artificial fruit flavoring tasting cold yet electrifying. “ooh that ones super tasty!” you exclaim, and ryuji swears he sees your eyes shining.

your icy treat smells of the sweet ocean, like someones squeezed a freshly picked lemon into it. “do you wanna try mine? its blue lemonade.” you hold the popsicle up to him in the same way, but ryujis too nervous to even grab it out of your hand, let alone lean in like you had. “oh uhm… no thanks, im allergic to uh…. lemons?” he stammers out, leaning back a bit. you shrug. “more for me then!”

ryuji was sure it was getting even hotter outside, even though it was painfully obvious the sun would be setting soon. he tried not to make eye contact with you again, but the image of you staring at him so excitedly a moment ago was still fresh on his mind.

he regrets when he gives in and looks over at you again, as youve gotten down to the bottom of the popsicle by now. hes even more surprised to see the way you take almost the whole stick into your mouth, and suck on the remaining of the icy treat. he feels his eyes travel down to your adams apple, watching it move as you swallow. he notices the mixture of sweat and fruit juice dripping down from your chin, which in any other situation he might have made fun of you for. suddenly hes more flustered than hes been all day, and cant help but look away suspiciously quick.

as soon as you turn to look at him, he feels much smaller under your gaze, unable to hide how much you affected him, without you even realizing. now you know its not just you whos been feeling the tension thicken more as today has dragged on. youre not sure what to say, or if you should even say anything. clearly theres something going on between the two of you, but neither of you are able to muster up enough courage to address it.

youre about ready to just say your goodbyes and make your way back home, but ryuji decides to speak up before you can act out your walk of shame. “hey y/n, have you noticed anything uhm, you know, weird between us recently?” he asks, you cant tell if youve ever heard ryuji sound so unsure before. you pretend to think for a moment before responding. “now that you mention it the air seems much hotter today, and thicker too.” you dont miss the way you see ryujis face heat up at that remark. he mentally curses for not having a way to hide the way the blush creeps up his neck and ears.

“yeah i think ive noticed that too. but i havent been able to put my finger on what exactly has been bugging me.” you, unlike some would say about ryuji, arent stupid. you both know that he knows whats going on here, but hes going to make you say it first. you hold back a sigh, something youve been doing a lot recently, and finally find the right words. “i think that theres… something going on between us, ryuji.” you dont dare raise your eyes from their look on the ground. you can see ryuji let out a breath of relief, he wasnt sure if you were actually going to go along with this. “yeah, i see what you mean… i uh, i mean i see it too.” he drags his foot against the pavement of the station square. your heart that points to him is a deep blue, like the sky before the storm clouds build, or the ocean on a late night stroll.

even if you swallow, your words fill up on the tip of your tongue, feeling so close to overflowing. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?” you ask in such a low voice you werent sure if he would hear it, and ryuji almost didnt over the loud beating of his heartbeat. now what is he supposed to do? there was so hint in your tone of voice that you thought of him the same way. he wasnt even sure if you were nervous, for all he knew you were more uncomfortable than anything else. he struggles to think of an answer that wont totally humiliate himself and also not hurt your feelings. “well… i guess so, yeah.” he responds. he doesnt miss the way you tense up at his answer, and he feels his heart sink.

you finally look up at him, that same sweet look in your eyes from earlier, and suddenly he thinks that maybe its so bad he decided to be honest. “oh my god really? wow.. im so relieved!” you sigh out. ryuji thinks he likes that tone of your voice. “i honestly thought i was going crazy! like i never noticed just how… close we are until today! everything just seemed to click and i swear i dont even know where it came from but im starting to really like-” ryuji leans in closer to you, effectively shutting you up with a nervous kiss to you lips. you can feel him smirk against you when you melt into the kiss. you feel yourself return to the original soft blue youve grown to love the moment he embraces you.

reluctantly pulling away, ryuji wipes the excess popsicle off of his lips with the same stupid smile on his face. you stick your tongue out at him, showing now that your tongue is purple instead of blue, and that immediately wipes the confident expression on his face. youre starting to get used to seeing ryuji flustered and different shades of pink or red. you grab his hand, dragging him off to go catch your train.

as the doors close behind you, youre suddenly reminded of what he said earlier. “wait a minute, i thought you said you were allergic to lemons!” he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “well i only said that because i was too nervous to.. you know, grab the popsicle out of your hand.” you cant help but laugh at him. “whats so funny? you act like if you were in my shoes you wouldn't have reacted the same way!” you shrug your shoulders. “summer isnt over yet, i guess well just have to wait and see until next time.” he sighs, exasperated, before whispering under his breath “youre gonna be the death of me.” you smile at him. this is perfect, youd wish for nothing more, just the two of you. like this summer, it melts in your mouth like your feeling of love.

inspired by blue lemonade by red velvet , give it a listen if you havent before !

#✧;;↬ my work.❞┊🍓#✧;;↬ 1 more.❞┊🎭#✧;;↬ 'till we meet again solar anon.❞┊🤍#persona #persona 5 #shin megami tensai persona #persona 5 royal #ryuji sakamoto x reader #ryuji sakamoto #ryuji sakamoto x you #skull persona 5

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mihwee · 2 years

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A Crazy Bitch

Fem!reader x Og!Penelope

Fandoms; Death is the only ending for the villainess

Sys; penelope groans, feeling her irritating headache come back once more. she wants to find someone, her friend. Her one and only friend in this goddamned duchy that was only visiting for a week. You, a princess of another but quite powerful Kingdom, and...someone like you? The ill mannered wench is friends with the crazy bitch of the eckharts? Seriously, some people coudnt help but wonder whats your relationship with eachother.

Tags; fluff, comfort, WLW YAAAHHH, proper representation, first love, penelope my love

WARNINGS; Cursing

Settings; Midnight, Guest room

Authors note; YAHHHH PENELOPE MY GIRLLL, nayways yeah check req list (pinned) if u need something, i also have a waiting list! Theres alot waiting to be written rn :D im gnna write reynold sucking pp next but im too lazy AGHH , just... just enjoy pls and req more unholy blood fics

Note; Reader in this fic is she/her!!

MINORS ARE ALLOWED TO READ THIS POST, MINORS UNDER 14 DO NOT CHECK OTHER POSTS!

"penelope?" You raised a brow, looking at her tightly shut eyes. "Y/n." She spoke, you gently smiled, crossing your legs as you make yourself comfortable under the soft plush of the luxurious sofa. "Is there a problem?" You replied back.

"Seriously?" She gritted her teeth, "my head hurts." She sucked the air up, her messy pink hair framing her face perfectly. As you stared with concern, penelope threw the expensive cape on the opposite seat, and sat her body on the same seat you were sitting on.

"Did that pink hair boy nag you out again?" You scoffed, you looked at her as she rambled about how shitty this whole place is. about derrick, reynold, or what so ever. you caressed her hair, fixing anything strangled. But overall, penelope was just a lonely child.

Being reincarnated here wasnt your choice, you werent even any of the main cast taking part in love project. But at least, lets hope this girl doesnt die. So you took up the courage and laughed, if im not one of the main cast. Why not just be with one of them?

being ridiculed and shamed for just not being the blood related child of the duchy is too much, even for penelope. And they wonder why she acts this way.

Penelope scrunched her brows, feeling a lump stuck in her throath. Recently, the assholes in this place have decided to fed her rotten food. And ofcourse, she threw the table making a huge fit and scolding the maid for doing such things, its just reasonable.

"Why dont i tell your father about it? Im sure he'll listen to me." You requested, but she groaned in response, "-dont, he'll make everything worse. As if he even pays attention to me." Penelope muttered. For the first, penelope felt comfortable ranting about things with someone. With, a friend.

She layed her head on the head of the sofa. trying not to burst into tears all of the sudden. "Just let me rest here." Spoke penelope. You stood quiet for awhile.

"Penelope." You finally said, with a closed smile. Your hand reached out to hers slowly. "Thank you" you closed your eyes. Penelope tilted her head slightly. "?"

"For trusting me, you know? I believe in you." Penelope raised an eyebrow. All you did was listen to her, but i guess this was a different day. "I know it must be hard, getting accused of something you didnt do just because your brothers dislike you."

"But in the end, they failed to notice how you became this way" penelope snickered. "...became like what?"

"A bitch." You replied back, smilling. As she rolled her eyes, she squeezed your hand tighter.

"So when the original daughter of this house comes back,"

"Go to me." You replied, looking at the luxurious ceilling. "If all their lives they cant accept and teach you, and me. Who only arrived a few months ago became your friend—whats the use? Of trying so hard to reconnect with your fake familly when they dont even try themselves?

"....sometimes. People who recently just arrived in your life are better than people who stayed with you for years"

She looked at you, quietly. "...you really like complimenting youreself huh."

"Im glad you noticed"

"Yeah, cause i know its true." She replied back.

for a moment, you and penelope stayed there. Without letting go of eachothers hand. She hopes you woudnt get dissapointed of her,

Her one and only "Friend"

#death is the only ending for a villainess #penelope eckart #fluff #angst #fem!reader #fem!reader x penelope eckart #fanfiction #wlw #manhwa #webtoon #mihwee🐈‍⬛#villains are destined to die

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accidentallyadoptedbybatman · 2 years

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cause its pride im posting my (current) batfam headcanons and any bigotry on my page will be blocked we don’t discriminate here

bruce: bisexual and cis he/him but he sometimes wears makeup (it covers the bags and makes his eyes look pretty)

dick: pansexual and identifies as genderfluid, he uses all the pronouns (masculine but he wears whatever they feels like wearing and uses whatever pronouns she feels each day the batfam check via message or at breakfast each morning)

jason: bisexual with a preference to women and he identifies as male (transgender) he/him (he still likes crops, eyeliner and similar stuff)

cass: the badass lesbian part 2 (kate is part 1, cass is canonically one of the strongest batfam members she’s badass, this didn’t affect how i hc her as lesbian in anyway) and she doesnt understand gender but they use she/they cause they feel right (there was a moment where the fam tried to explain but she never got it. i say this cause cass was raised as a weapon to kill she wasn’t even taught how to read and write so i doubt anyone taught her about stereotypical gender norms or similar things)

tim: you know my boys a canon bisexual and he really doesnt care what pronouns you use for him or how they dress (“no there are cases to solve fuck gender”)

duke: questioning and identifies as cis he/him pronouns (he thought he likes girls but theres a few boys in his classes who are starting to look really attractive)

steph: sapphic and identifies as female (transgender) she/her pronouns(she sticks to masculine clothes tho because “they’re more comfy than skirts and they make my arms looks great tim”)

damian: demi, aroace, pan and he just doesn’t get society’s big deal with gender but he uses he/him pronouns(he doesn’t understand any appeal of sex or romance but he thinks he’d like a partner in the future but more queerplatonic. As for gender he doesn’t understand how someones gender affects them “what do you mean father hows the fact they’re male, female, genderqueer, or trans going to affect me when i fight them??” again raised to kill people without mercy while he may of had a little explaination on stereotypical gender norms and etc i doubt it was the main part of his education when he were with the League of Assassins)

edit: i had to further explain some of my points cause someone thought i was being bigoted and fetishising trans people cause of the wording ‘preferences women and transgender he/him’ i didnt mean he preferenes trans men those were my headcanons for his gender and his pronouns. if anyone finds any other problems like this please tell me i have no intent to bigot or fetishise anyone.

feel free to add these or give your own opinions as long as you keep it polite

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kathrynalicemc · 1 year

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How about 10 facts about Mikael? 🤗

While Siv is a copy of Kaari and Lennox is a copy of Semele, Mikael is a good mix of the two. He's got Semeles intelligence and Kaaris looks

He is 50% nerd and 50% jock. But hes the kindest quiet boy.

He probably can read, write, and speak many languages by the time he finishes Hogwarts. His favorite is ancient norse runes tho.

Like every child raised in Skalafell, he is also trained in combat. His weapon of choice is just a simple shortsword. He was taught by his dad, though he doesnt like to fight and relies on it as the very last resort.

His career is gonna be as a linguist when hes an adult. Ive got some secret plans for him and all of the next gen arcano kiddos for my upcoming fic but aside from those, I can see him maybe working with the Ministry as a liason or maybe he will join explorers or curse breakers and help them with translations.

He is essentially Daniel Jackson from Stargate. If you know, you know ;)

I think hes a keeper or seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team. I cant remember if i picked one earlier but maybe he can double as both? Very quick and agile.

His favorite cousin is Dafne because they can nerd out together about books and ancient cultures and history. Where Dafne studies how people lived, he studies their languages.

With his looks from his dad and his quidditch skills, he would probably be very popular and wanted romantically, however being a nerd he tends to stick by himself and not get involved socially.

Secretly i think hes a bit nervous and wary of dragons unlike his dad and sister. He would agree they need help and are being used for terrible purposes but he also knows they are intelligent and their own beings who do as they please and can hardly be tamed if they dont want to be.

#mikael arcano thorne #hpma #magic awakened #ask game

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many-gay-magpies · 2 years

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I HAD A FEELING MY ASK WOULD OPEN UP A WHOLE VEIN OF SOLON ANGST WOW MAGS U RLY WENT FOR THE HEART THERE OUCH.

bro the intros and outros really do HIT i actually do listen to them often (yes its bc im down bad for jake and like hearing his voice wHAT ABT IT) AND THE WRITING IS SO INTERESTING??? LIKE PLS WHERE DID IT GO. WHERE.

back to solon- YES EXACTLY WEREWOLVES ARE PACK ANIMALS. EXACTLY. which is a huge reason as to why it makes more sense for solon to be born a wolf, they're family-oriented packs that Would want to raise kids. ik theres a lot of stories where lycanthropy is spread via werewolf bite, but thats a very modern idea and not consistent with the core of what a "werewolf" is. most origins of it have it as a born condition or as a divine curse. so anyways itty bitty baby werewolf solon in his little community. i am going to CRY. AND THE PART WHERE HE THINKS HE HATES SOOHA BUT RLY ITS HIS INNER PULL TO HER BC HE RECOGNIZES HER AS A MEMBER OF HIS PACK. THATS SO . AAAAAA. AND ALSO CAN WE THINK ABOUT HOW HE PROBABLY HAS THIS DEEP-SET FEAR OF LOSING HIS PACK SO HE PUSHES SOOHA AWAY BECAUSE HES SCARED OF FORMING AN ATTACHMENT THAT WILL DEVASTATE HIM TO LOSE. YEAH .

AND YEAH I HAVE FEELINGS ABT THE SUNSHINE CITY WEREWOLVES NOW TOO. BECAUSE ACTUALLY. SOME THINGS MAKE SENSE NOW. the sunshine city boys usually express some kind of surprise when the decelis boys band together, and in the webnovel they actually team up to get shit done (and rescue the werewolves that got kidnapped). part of me thinks that because of their experiences w solon, the decelis boys have adapted a pack mentality/werewolf style of being, which is why they team up so quick w the sunshine city boys when they hear of their wolf brothers getting kidnapped. it's that "no one is left behind in family" mentality. so i imagine the werewolves just SO FRUSTRATED bc why do these vampires, their mortal enemies, posses the same pack-mentality values as them??? idk just thoughts

-vrvr anon

KSGJDGDJDH YEAH IT DID. IT SURE DID. im pretty sure theres an entire section of my brain just dedicated to generating solon angst at this point thats how seamlessly this stuff comes to me. anyone can say pretty much anything about solon and ill be like oh? oh potential beginning of an angst pathway? oh i see.

THEY DO HIT and i feel you so much with the jake thing... his speaking voice is just. so beautiful. its like he was born for narration hsjfbfjfbj (altho i heard niki did some in japanese in the new intro which has me like 👀👀👀). but YEAH WHERE DID THE WRITING GO. where is it. what did you do with it hybe

GOD I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT WEREWOLVES AS PACK ANIMALS U DONT EVEN KNOW. so many. and it does make more sense as far as the werewolf myth goes overall for it to be a genetically inherited tradition or a curse... one person gets cursed to be a werewolf and all of their descendants after them carry the curse, as well... except it ends up devolving into something thats not really a curse because now theres whole communities of werewolves living happily together and helping each other deal with their lycanthropy and building families and AAAAA yeah . i just think its neat! (also coincidentially, when i answered your ask yesterday i had also just been reading this cute little comic zomcom on webtoon where one of the characters is a born werewolf and theres this cute little doodle of him as a baby wolf and . it made me think of little tiny baby wolf solon stumbling around and roughhousing with his human packmates pre-orphanage and now im <////3)

(the baby werewolf in question ^^^) (just imagine that but its itty bitty werewolf pup solon. and now you're crying!)

NO YEAH REALLY. the solon and sooha thing kind of came to me out of nowhere but it gave me so many feelings dude. so much. and yEAH SOLON HAVING THIS INSTINCTUAL FEAR OF LOSING HIS PACKMATES SO HE PUSHES SOOHA AWAY TO AVOID DEVELOPING AN ATTACHMENT TO HER SO IT DOESNT HURT IF HE LOSES HER-- FUCK-- YEAH. YEAH

the thought of the decelis vamps developing this familial "no one gets left behind" pack mentality because of how close they are with solon is soooo... feelings. yeah its so feelings HDJFBFJFJ im perfectly coherent what are you talking about ?? (legitimately tho its so sweet and such a soft image i might cry.) aND THEN THE SUNSHINE CITY WOLVES BEING SO CONFUSED LIKE "wtf why are these vampires teaming up with us so easily?? these are OUR pack members so why should they care?? theyre acting like a wolf pack but theyre vampires. whats going on. what" I LOVE IT.

also now im having lots of very soft feelings about the vamps being solon's pack; insisting from the moment they all connect at the orphanage that, FUCK genetics, they're gonna be this sad lonely wolf boy's pack whether they can actually turn into wolves or not. you know that really cute scenario we talked about where the vamps all pile together on top of wolf!solon for a week long nap after finals are over? im wondering if that (the whole cuddle pile thing) might be a behavior that's more exclusive to werewolves and something they boys all develop because of their relationship with solon, so whenever the sunshine city wolves see the vamps all piling on top of each other (maybe after an exhausting battle, when theyre all a lot closer with each other and dont mind chilling out together after) they just go ???? because. What. HSJFHFJFB

AND also also . jakah using his superspeed to race with solon on full moons. or ALL of the vamps running with solon on full moons. jaan wrestling with solon like a fellow wolf would because his superstrength allows him to actually hold his own against solon in his wolf form (and maybe even sooha doing the same later on). the boys all playing hide-n-seek in the forest and having solon find them. just. think about it

(and last thought . now i have a much funnier alternative to the angstier scenario of one of the wolves, upon finding out solon is a werewolf, asking him if he wants to join them so he can be in a REAL pack, and rather than being all conflicted about it solon is just like. i already have one tho??? and the wolves go "your brothers dont count" and solon goes "the FUCK THEY DONT-")

#also completely unrelated to enhypen or dark moon ive started watching verivery land and KSGFJFH THE EDITING IS UNHINGED you verrers were #-NOT kidding. wow #im having a very fun time #asks #anon 📝#vrvr anon #dark moon universe #dark moon stuff #dark moon

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