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iovesia · 2 months

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MILLION DOLLAR MAN.

keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀toxic!kevin lomax⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.

synopsis: yandere alphabet with kevin lomax.

contents. canon-divergent/milton wins ending?. toxic and abusive relationship. infidelity. emotional abuse. coercion. dubcon. forced marriage. brief smut. 2.3k words.

⋆ 𓂃 ﾟ .⠀josie's little note. here's a short little thing to get me back into writing long fics lollzzz, enjoy :3 template from @/dear-yandere.

𝓐 — ffection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it be?

Kevin's a love bomber from the start. Since he's moved to New York —and assuming in this AU, he's embraced the benefits of being the Devil's son— he has tons of cash to blow on beautiful women like yourself. There's always a bouquet of roses on your desk at work, or large gifts of jewelry or expensive dresses on your apartment doorstep. He's a charming rich lawyer, willing to buy anything your little heart desires— it's almost impossible to say no when he grins and asks you on a date to the Four Seasons.

𝓑 — lood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Kevin doesn't like a mess, but he's not against getting his hands dirty. With all the connections he has, and the literal Devil on his shoulder, he has the means to get rid of anyone he deems a problem. Some guy at work hitting on you? Next day he's packing his desk. Your mailman gives you a smile? Fired for poor performance. Your male neighbour who helps you carry groceries? He unfortunately tripped and broke his neck down some stairs..

Like an omen of death, once they meet Kevin, they're gone the next day. And he plays the role of ever so caring shoulder to cry on, to a T.

𝓒 — ruelty: how do they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock their darling?

Kevin wouldn't necessarily abduct you, but you can believe that after months or even weeks of love-bombing and obsessively keeping track of you— he'll propose. A normal person would think he's batshit crazy— but the allure of a powerful, rich man who "only has eyes for you" is enough to make you melt. His version of abduction is to just pressure you enough to marry him— a sign of love in your eyes and a sign of ownership in his. You're legally, emotionally, and in all other ways officially his.

As for how he treats you: Kevin's the type of man to follow you around while arguing, constantly talking over you in that condescending manner. He's a lawyer. Can't help it. You can expect a lot of typical mansplaining behavior or just straight of gaslighting. He mocks you just to see you get all riled up. Sometimes you think he sees you more as an irritated little pup, than a grown woman.

𝓓 — arling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Kevin's not afraid of coercing you into doing things for him. At this point in your relationship, he's relaxed his mask of charm and instead is letting the devil seep through the cracks. Whether it's sex or something else, he either coaxes you into it, or just pulls a blackmail card.

On a good day, he's gently rubbing his hands on your sides or kissing the back of your shoulder. "C'mon, baby.." he whispers softly, his warm breath on your ear. "Missed my pretty girl so much today.. just lay back, hm?"

On a bad night, you're met with guilt trips and cruel words. "I pay for every goddamn thing in this house— if you're not gonna put out— I'll find someone else who'd appreciate the gifts and the lifestyle, got it?"

He's so hot and cold: one minute he's evilly pressuring you into sex, and threatens to cheat— the next he's moaning softly in your ear about how warm and soft you feel, and how nobody else makes him this way.

"You drive me crazy, honey." "You know I love you."

𝓔 — xposed: how much of their heart do they bear to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Kevin’s a damn liar. That’s the worst thing about him. Not the coercion, or the love-bombing, or the constant arguing— it’s the lying that’s the worst. You never really know if he’s telling you the truth or just lying to your face again. His vulnerability is either an act or confession and eventually you stopped telling the difference.

“You’re my favourite girl,” Kevin often tells you. You are his favourite. You’re just not his only.

𝓕 — ight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

Again, Kevin sees you as a pissed off little puppy. Trying to win an argument? In your dreams! Kevin's the type to mock your voice in a high pitched tone, or roll his eyes at every word.

Gaslight. Gaslight. Gaslight.

He wouldn't take too kindly to your empty threats of divorce or leaving him, because he knows you won't. Regardless of if you still love him or not, you love the lifestyle he brings you— and he knows it.

"You set a foot out the door and you won't see a goddamn dime," Kevin's cold tone makes you freeze, his grip on your forearms now painfully tight.

𝓖 — ame: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kevin would love to see you try. You know Kevin would never let the divorce go through— or he'd make it such a hellish process, you might as well not even try. You hope that maybe spousal abandonment would be enough to be forced to break your bond.

You think you're being sneaky, and this is the one time Kevin allows you slip out from under him; when you steal his car and drive out of New York like you're on fire. Of course you're too distressed to realise that he'll just be able to track his car back down and find you.

He lets you have your two or three days of freedom, thinking you've finally gotten away. Until your motel room is raided down by police officers and you're brought back home.

You glare daggers into Kevin as he plays "concerned-husband" and makes you appear crazy to the cops.

𝓗 — ell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you first caught him cheating.

It was the typical routine: secret phone calls, paying for motel rooms, getting more jealous over you (projecting). The signs were all there and it absolutely devastated you. You didn't even realise this was just at the beginning.

Of course Kevin was screwing his co-worker: the seductive, headstrong lawyeress with a body like Mariah and a face like Diaz.

The fight that ensued after you caught him was utter hell. You screamed and cried and threw things around— all while Kevin merely shot down your words.

"You made your bed," You wail, as you try to storm past him.

"And I'm begging you to lay with me in it," Kevin blocks your path.

His fake puppy eyes, and guilty face work wonders on your distressed psyche. Your slaps on his chest turn to gripping his shirt, and your vulgar language filled with sadness and heartbreak,

It was so easy. Too easy.

And this was just the beginning of a cycle.

𝓘 — deals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Kevin wants the picture perfect life: rich husband, beautiful wife, beautiful kids, beautiful home. And he wants it with you. Sure he may screw around with the occasional intern and random whore— but that's all they are: a good squeeze. They're not you: his beautiful wife, and his most prized possession.

Kevin wants the nuclear family with you: to see you swollen with a cute little bump, and a baby on your hip. You're his beautiful, dolled up housewife: that's what he wants, and he'll settle for no less.

𝓙 — ealousy: do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of course this little hypocrite gets big time jealous. He knows you're stunning, if anything he shows it off. Like a trophy: they can look, they can envy, they can wish for, but they cannot touch you.

When Kevin's jealous, he tends to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day. He's sort of just quiet and moody, like a bitchy teenager. That's when you find himself buying you a whole bucket load of dresses and clothes in his favorite colors and styles.

He gives you a beautiful "K" necklace to wear, and that brings him some reassurance.

𝓜 — ask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

100%. He is so suave and has so much charisma, that has the women swooning and the men in envy. Kevin's the guy everyone wants to be or be with. So it's safe to say, any of your allegations are carelessly discarded.

No way, Kevin Lomax, the senior partner and top lawyer of New York could be a cheating, emotionally abusive bastard you paint him to be.. maybe you're just being dramatic.

𝓝 — aughty: how would they punish their darling? + 𝓞 — ppression: how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Kevin would cut off your connections to your family and friends. Naughty girls don't get to go out with their loved ones, do they? He wants to make sure you realise how dependent you are on him— that he'll make you go crazy with isolation before you finally beg him for attention— something to stop your sanity from snapping.

He'll also take away your financial resources. Of course the rich culture is that the husband works, while the wife plays. There'll be no more playing for you, until you learn to behave. He cuts off your credit cards and source of income. You want something? New dress? New shoes? Beg him nicely, on your knees.

He punishes you in the most degrading ways. Spanking you, fucking your face, or edging you till you're a sobbing mess and begging for his forgiveness. Until your skin is covered in handprints and his cum, he won't think you're sorry.

𝓠 — uit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He'd never truly move on if you somehow slip through his fingers. Whether Milton manages to push you to suicide or you manage to run away for good: he would be devastated.

Sure, he'd get re-married in the next year for the sake of his image: but Kevin's never going to love another woman the way he loved you. He's an evil bastard, he knows.. but that doesn't change his feelings for you.

First thing the tabloids will notice is how eerily similar his new wife looks to you. The same hair, the same clothes, even the same perfume he liked you wearing. He'll pretend he's over you.

He doesn't need you.

He'll move on.

He doesn't want you, is what he thinks as he pounds into a cheap hooker, his eyes shut, pretending it's you creaming around his cock.

𝓡 — egret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

Kevin's felt guilty once. When you first got pregnant. At the time your marriage was on the brink of survival, and he's just cheated and been caught for the millionth time— so seeing you sitting in the bathroom, quietly crying to yourself over a pregnancy test, tugs at his heartstrings. You're officially trapped with him forever.

Seeing you so upset and devastated over what should be the happiest moment of your lives makes him feel shame for once.

He wants you to be happy.. he does.

But he's just too selfish for that.

𝓢 — tigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He has always been very entitled. Working in the courtroom and having 64 straight convictions really boosted his ego to the roof. He believes he's owed you. He's a winner, and you're his prize.

Doesn't help that he has Milton Satan constantly in his ear, pushing him to straight debauchery. You can thank Kevin's father for his son's constant persistence.

𝓣 — ears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Funnily enough, Kevin doesn't really enjoy seeing you cry. He's not one for dacryphilia, and if anything it's a turn off. Sure he loves seeing you scream and be pissed at him, he loves a fiesty parter. But seeing you sob and whimper, your big pretty eyes all wet and full of tears just makes him deflate.

He doesn't want you to isolate yourself. Be pissed. Be angry. Be mean. But take it out on him— it gets him rock hard.

𝓥 — ice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Like the previous letter, I think Kevin seeing you cry would be somewhat of a weakness. It won't make him fold every single time, but trust that it can at a good time.

That's the only time you'll hold power over him: not when you're threatening to leave, or call the cops or berating him. But when you're like a wounded kitten— sad and detached from him. He hates it.

"Oh honey, don't break my big ol' heart like this," he coaxes you out from under the blanket, his hand gently stroking your head. "Let me see that pretty smile.. please?"

𝓦 — it's end: would they ever hurt their darling?

No, not physically. Kevin's gonna pull that "real men don't hit their women" card. Sure.. he's a cheating, lying, selfish, manipulative prick— but he won't put his hands on you.

He's already hurting you with the lying and the emotional blackmail, and that's enough.

𝓧 — oanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

He goes to any length to fulfill your materialistic desires. He'll take you to all the best parties, the best restaurants, the best stores— anything for his pretty little thing. Happy wife, happy life, right?

𝓨 — oanon: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Kevin hardly considers pining over anyone. One wink and drink usually does the trick. But he's so intrigued by you— whether you're just painfully shy and embarrassed or playing hard to get— you've certainly caught his eye.

He pines over you for a few months, at most a year, before he's practically losing patience with you. But trust he won't let two years go by unless it's with his ring on your finger.

𝓩 — enith: would they break their darling?

No. Shockingly, Kevin doesn't want to break you. He doesn't want you to become a shell of yourself. He loves your fire, your tears, your sadness— everything that makes you, you. If he wanted a mindless bimbo, he'd hire another escort.

He loves you, deep down in his black, devilish heart— and he wouldn't change a thing about you. Don't worry your pretty little head about that.

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

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blueberrypancakesworld · 2 months

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Mutants in love

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary : Valentine's Day on earth is a day full of devotion, love and sweet gestures. Flowers, chocolates and jewelry are not only exchanged between people, but also at Charles Xavier's school for gifted children, who are presented with one or two fiery gifts.

Info : So finally something for the X-men and my fav John Allerdyce, since Aaron Stanford will be back as Pyro and I'm here for it. So have fun reading :)

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Valentine's Day was a special day of love, the flowers bloomed, spring slowly gave way and summer made its entrance. It is a day when lovers come together and people buy flowers, chocolate and other small gifts.

Small gestures to show how much their love means to them. But this day was not only for the humans, but also for the mutants. The mutants, the other species on the planet that could also love.

So there was also love between the mutants. Be it Charles and Erik, Logan with Scott and Jean, Bobby and Rogue or sometimes Kitty, depending on how early the feelings of love were carried around. But others at the school also thought about how they could show their love.

Either with home-baked things from the kitchen or with small handmade things. Others went a little further and used their strength to create something or even a declaration of love, which worked much better for some. When Jean's telekinesis wasn't causing cakes to fly around and Logan and Scott were trying to catch them.

But there were also attempts that were far less dangerous Kitty who made a wall of flowers that she pulled up out of the ground, Erik who made metal statues for the school and other types. But in all this there was also the couple of fire and water Pyro or John with civil name and his girlfriend with the manipulation of water.

A couple that attracted and repelled each other in many different white ways. From the initial bickering when she put out his fires as he learnt to control them, or his fire slowing down her waves when she had the sniffles and the fountain at the front of the school threatened to spill over.

It was an eternal back and forth between the two of them but in the end they found each other at the latest when they saved each other more than once in training simulations, she picking up tips from Jean and John from Logan, both adults having a completely different approach when it came to the handling of mutants.

Which is why nobody was surprised when noises came from the craft/art room and the kitchen during the night, while different types of light could always be seen on the meadow. Until the long-awaited day arrived.

A day on which they would both find each other again after lessons at which Professor Xavier had released everyone.

She was just making her way to her room with her friends to pick up John, who had told her they were meeting up for a chat.

Just outside his room she caught a figure in the corner of her eye and knew it was John flashing his fireball to get her attention.

,,Ehm, guys, I've got to go, I'll see you later," she said hastily and hid herself before running out of the corridor and disappearing around the corner after the fireball, which was glowing in a strange rose colour and kept forming shapes.

A heart, a sun, two people hugging each other. ,,Pretty," she murmured and continued to run after it before opening the door to the garden outside. She saw the different couples, felt the warm sun on her skin, the chirping of the birds and the love in the air, warm and embracing.

The ball that had previously been a fish swimming around formed itself into an arrow that danced around her with caution and showed her the way. ,,I'm already coming" she smiled as if he could hear her through the fire but maybe he could, who knows?

Following the arrows, they walked more slowly, mindful of their surroundings, past the fountain, the tree that was held together by vines and rose up after Scott had broken it.

Until they finally arrived at a slightly secluded spot on the grounds, something that couldn't necessarily be set on fire...hopefully. ,,You found me, Raindrop," the brown-haired man grinned and winked at her as he called the fire to him and let it hover beside him.

,,I always find you... it's not difficult with your heat," she said with a smile before he wrapped her in his arms, his warmth was always pleasant, he always warmed her and in the end had warmed her heart too. ,,Well, then take a look at this, love, just for you," he announced, pointing at the curtain behind him before holding the fire over the metal construction.

Only seconds later, colourful fountains of fire and sparks appeared and colours that couldn't be more different began to form a picture.

The image flickered, showing moments they had shared together, sweet, heartfelt and romantic, until it ended with the embrace before the flames slowly diminished and died out.

,,John... that was beautiful, just incredible!" she cried into his arms again and felt his rewarding kiss on her lips, his hands on her back, holding her gently. ,,I know I'm good," he winked and she rolled her eyes with a giggle before pulling out her present, the small box she had made herself with special contents that she couldn't have built without Colossus and her powers.

i,,Here, I thought this was just right for our hot adventures," she said and he opened the box and took out the metal pendant next to the home-made biscuits in the shape of little flames.

,,Heat-resistant stable, it doesn't melt... at least not on the spot," she said, pointing to the raindrop and the flame they both represented. She saw something flash in his dark eyes, the light pink colour on his cheeks and the smile on his lips that was soft and touching.

,,You don't know how much I love you, do you?" he asked and before she could say anything he had kissed her again, touching the pendant on his hand. ,,I love you too," she murmured, feeling his hand go to hers, lightly stroking her fingers and they knew that their love was unbeatable. The fire met the water again in nothing but pure love.

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egg-emperor · 2 years

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I'm new to being a eggman simp and your casino eggman is gorgeous! How did he and boom eggman met?

Ahfjfsbsngmsnsgh thank you so much!! It really means a lot that you like my special boy! And I appreciate the interest in the Casino Boom pairing, it's very special to me too and I love talking about them 🥰💜

Boom Eggman and Casino AU Eggman actually first met thanks to modern Eggman! They're two of the few versions modern met separately while dimension hopping here and there over the years. He knew Casino Egg for a few years before Boom, they're very close and had a bit of a thing going on but it was mostly casual fun at first that was a benefit to them also being partners in crime. Although they always have to part eventually to keep living in their own worlds, modern and Casino Egg always find time to meet up, catch up, hang out, and mess around whenever they can. Modern also met Boom Egg a few years later and became the same way with him after getting to know him. But those are two different stories and I've shared a bit of both already, though I may go into more detail in future posts.

So when modern Eggman met up with Casino Egg again for the first time since meeting Boom, he was sure to tell him all about him when catching up. Casino Egg immediately took interest in the way he described Boom's good looks and all the fun things they got up to, including trying and loving the food he made for him with his now skilled cooking/baking abilities after getting into it as a hobby. He could tell how much modern loved spending time with him and trying his food by his enthusiasm and joy in recalling it. He was interested in meeting him and seeing and experiencing it for himself.

Modern already had a thing for both of them (they know and are okay with him having multiple bfs) and loved the idea of them meeting each other, so he was delighted by Casino Egg's interest in meeting Boom as a way to bring them together. He definitely felt they would be each other's type too, since he's a lot like Casino Egg and they both love men like Boom. So he decides to bring him with him the next time he visits Boom's world to surprise him, only telling him he's going to bring a "friend" of his that's very similar to him, so he thinks he'll like him a lot. Boom had no idea that he was going to introduce him to another counterpart.

Boom Eggman is very surprised when the door to his lair opens to two Eggmen! Casino Egg immediately grabs all of his attention and stuns him with his bright pink and purple outfit and shiny jewelry and of course his size, as he was about 100+ lbs heavier than modern Eggman when they met. He's a very big guy and modern already made him feel small! So he also found it a little intimidating at first, like he did when he met modern. Casino Egg is also the same height as modern, so Boom being shorter has to look upwards to him too when he steps inside!

Modern told Casino Egg that they can't smoke around Boom and despite usually complaining, he's respectful and makes sure he brings plenty of lollipops for his oral fixation instead. Casino Egg spreads his arms wide to offer a bear hug, his favorite way to greet. Boom tries to hide his shyness and accepts. He smells like strawberries and he's so warm and soft! He blushes hard, especially with how his height results in his face being pushed against Casino Egg's hairy chest with his partially unbuttoned shirt, between his beautiful squishy man titties hehe 💜

He blushes even harder when Casino Egg says "The other Ivo is right, you are very handsome~" And his wide bright white smile and one shiny golden tooth makes his heart flutter. He's just so charming and his handsomeness, bright and bold sense of style, and lovable entertaining personality had him fascinated and hooked fast. Casino Egg finds Boom handsome, adorable, and funny and can tell he's a little shy and trying very hard to hide it but that just adds to the cuteness for him. He thinks it's fascinating to meet a much smaller and lighter counterpart and he always loves being the bigger man. He immediately checks him out and becomes very fascinated with him.

After he showed Casino Egg around the lair and he made a few suggestions, such as trying to give him money for a much bigger bed that could fit the three of them, Boom then offered his cooking to Casino Egg, so he could try what modern has been telling him all about for himself! Modern tells Boom what food Casino Egg enjoys most and he uses that to prepare something nice for him that he hopes will be up to his standards. He's nervous but is sure to make his very best first impression. He's delighted by the reaction of Casino Egg's mouth watering at the sight and loving the taste even more. He understands why modern praised it and can tell how much love he puts into his cooking. His baking skills are proven just as great when he makes him a wonderful dessert with strawberries involved!

He loved it so much that he wanted to give him an extra special reward so after thanking him. So he told him to come closer and quickly leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek to show how just how grateful he was as he told him it was delicious. It was just a little friendly gesture that he does with a lot of people but it got Boom Eggman's heart racing. He didn't think of his reaction being because of attraction yet, he told himself it was just because it was shockingly unexpected. But he liked it and it made him feel all warm inside and extra proud of himself for doing a great job and pleasing him. And while he didn't admit it even to himself at first, he also found himself wanting to make him more, not only in hopes of further impressing him but also getting more kisses too. ;)

Casino Egg was already openly affectionate and flirtatious with him right off the bat like he is with everyone as it's just his nature nowadays. But he began to realize that it feels different with Boom. He really likes making him smile and laugh and feel special. He calls him pet names with some relating to his smaller size and height and finds a way to involve them every couple of sentences, as if it would kill him not to. XD Boom even becomes the only one that he's ever called "sugar" despite it being one of his favorite things and pet names, so it's really saying something when it becomes the most special one used just for him. He also comes up with names that are strawberry related and a bunch of other things he loves most.

Over time they got even closer, their hugs while standing or on the couch turned into cuddles and spooning in bed and Casino Egg started to call himself Boom's big teddy bear. Kisses on the cheeks became kisses on the lips, their flirting became more serious and Casino Egg loves how much Boom blushes at all the super sweet things he says, making it feel extra special. He enjoys being the second taste tester of Boom's cooking and baking alongside modern and always looks forward to the next meal he prepares for him, from breakfast to dinner while staying at his lair. The way to his heart is through his stomach, he feels so loved and cared for by him, and they have so much fun together. He can't help but fall harder for him everyday.

Modern could already tell they were definitely going to love each other a lot as they're perfectly compatible with each other in every way and he was very happy to be proven correct as he saw the way they acted around each other and how close they became over time. They didn't leave him out though, they were always sure to let him join in whenever he would walk in on them cuddling or kissing and he'd playfully tut and say "hey, where are my cuddles and kisses?" For once in their lives, well modern and Casino Egg's in particular, they all see others as equal because they're the equivalents of themselves in other worlds. So they give each other the same amount of love, praise, and support they give themselves as a result!

Much like with modern, it ends up going further than casual fun with Casino Egg and Boom too when they realize there's deeper feelings. So eventually one asks the other if they can be boyfriends! I haven't decided who, it could go cute either way. And then modern decided to call them both his boyfriends too. Casino Egg takes both to his world and casinos in Empire City and Vegas, his clubs, mansions, Chao Gardens, cruise ship, and anywhere else they want to go. He loves spoiling them and their love grows stronger the more they bond. That's how Casino Egg and Boom ended up like this! I've also shared a lot of other cute concepts of them throughout my Casino AU tag too and plan to share much more. 💜

Boom now has two bigger, taller, and older bear boyfriends and loves it! Casino Egg loves both of his boys equally but I really like to make him as obsessed with Boom like he's both a lover and fan like I am with modern Eggman, it's funny and cute and a lot of fun to write. All three like to go to cool places and have fun but gray aro Casino Egg is down to do some of the more romantic considered things with Boom that aro modern isn't very into himself. Boom likes getting to do those things with one of his bfs but doesn't mind that the other sits those out. But the three always have the most fun and make the best memories when all together! 🥰💜

#casino au #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #asks #my post

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theselfshippingwitch · 1 year

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Home for The Holidays (Ray x Violet)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1113

Includes: fluff, gift exchanges, lots and lots of sweets

Summary: As the Ghostbusters take Christmas off, Ray goes to visit with Violet's family

Notes: I just need you all to know that Ray spent Christmas with his girlfriend's family and they all love him and how happy he makes her

“Hi, This is Dr. Peter Venkman. You’ve reached the Ghostbusters, and we’re currently on Christmas Vacation. If you’ve got a ghost problem, leave us a message and we’ll get back to you on the 26th. If it’s an emergency, you can do the same thing. If it’s an end-of-the-world and all humanity level event, we may consider taking the job, but do be warned we will quadruple our prices, and ask to be paid in full up front. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!”

“So, what’s the plan?”

Ray had left his and Violet’s house as soon as the work day was done. He and all the other Ghostbusters had had a collective holiday celebration dinner and gift exchange the night before, seeing as all of them had plans for the actual day.

“Well, tomorrow we drive down to my parents’ house, and we can spend the night in my old room there, and then the day after that is Christmas, and then the day after THAT we visit my grandmother. You remember her? You seemed to get along really well with her boyfriend at Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah! The guy who used to have a sailboat! He had some great stories.”

“But…” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We have tonight for just us two.” They both giggled as he leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Alright then…” He said softly. “How about you and me, the old record player, a fire going in the fireplace?”

“Hmm…” She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Sounds perfect.”

They woke up the next morning, limbs tangled up in each other, hair messy. “Wake up, handsome.” She kissed his bare chest. “We’ve got a long drive.”

They take an hours-long drive in Ray’s vintage truck (an early Christmas gift from Violet which Ray absolutely delighted in fixing up and getting into working order) and suddenly they’re in Massachusetts, baking chocolate chip cookies. “Mom always makes too much food. I’m pretty sure after we’re done baking these cookies, we’ll have five different types of cookies in this house. Plus the ones my sister-in-law will definitely bring. Just, be prepared to be eating cookies for the next three weeks, at least.”

That night, Ray listened amusedly as Violet and her parents reminisced about Christmases past. “...And your brothers would set up their new train sets and you would sit in the middle and just watch as the train went round and round, and God forbid if you touched the train, they’d scream at you, ‘VIOLET!’...”

Violet laughed, and Ray nudged her. “Kinda sounds like Slimer and Peter.” She snickered.

That night, they all watched her mother’s favorite Christmas movie, then Ray and Violet retired to bed in Violet’s old bedroom, where they rearranged all the stuffed animals so they could both fit on the full size bed.

The next morning, both woke up early, even though they had been told that gift exchanges and Christmas dinner would not happen until that afternoon.Still, the two sat alone in front of the Christmas tree as the sun rose and Violet’s parents were still asleep in their beds. Ray handed Violet an black velvet box about the size of her hand. Inside was a purple crystal heart necklace. “Oh, Ray, honey, it’s beautiful!” She took it out of the box and handed it to him to put it on her. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as his warm fingers brushed her skin gently as he fastened the necklace. “You like it?” he asked nervously from behind her. “I know you wear a lot more expensive jewelry all the time for your photoshoots and con appearances and stuff, but I just wanted to save up and buy you something to make you feel as beautiful as you always are to me.”

“Sweetie…” She turned around and kissed him. “I love it. It’s the most beautiful and special thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. But, you don’t have to save up your money for me. Honey, the most important thing in the world to me is just you.”

He blushed like crazy, and she kissed his cheek. “Now, my present is… well, it’s over here.” She reached under the tree and grabbed a somewhat lumpy, squishy package. When Ray unwrapped it, he found a pink and black striped scarf. “I knitted it myself.” Violet admitted bashfully. “I thought you might like something homemade, but now I feel bad, because you spent so much money on my gift, and I really didn’t spend any on yours…”

“You made this all by yourself? For me?” He smiled fondly at the scarf before unfolding it and eagerly putting it around his neck.

“Yeah, I did.” She blushed.

He turned to her. “But you’ve been so busy lately! With the outline of your new novel, and the script revisions for the new movie they're gonna make based on your last book, where did you find the time?”

“Honey, I made time. It was important.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “No one has ever done anything like this for me in my whole life. Thank you.”

Violet smiled, hugging him back and smiling softly. “You’re welcome, Ray. I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Violet. I love you, so much.”

The next day, Ray and Violet went with her parents to visit her grandmother, a white-haired old British woman, who reminded them that it was Boxing Day by pointing out the sweater covered with little gift boxes she was wearing - “It’s my Boxing Day sweater, see the boxes?” - and had even more cookies for them to eat. It was the first day that they had to get dressed up, and Ray’s usual outfit of a sweater vest, button-up shirt, and khakis (which for the holiday were red, maroon, and gray, respectively) was not dissimilar from the one Violet’s grandmother’s boyfriend wore. They spent the day in pleasant conversation, and after they left in the afternoon it was time for them to start the four hour drive back to Manhattan. Once they were back Ray stopped briefly at the house to drop Violet off before immediately returning to the firehouse.

“Thanks again for letting me take an extra day off, guys.” he told the others.

“Hey, don’t mention it.” Winston said. “We didn’t get that many calls over Christmas anyway, and you’ve got at least 100 days of vacation saved up after not taking any for the four years this company has existed. How was your holiday?”

Ray smiled fondly. “I think it’s the best one I’ve had in years.”

#ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #ray stantz #self ship #selfship fic #self insert fic #ray x violet #you may be thinking im a day late but youre wrong to me its still christmas

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luvr-bunnyy · 2 years

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fresh set

FEZCO x FEM!READER

word count: 833 w

Warnings: suggestive sexual content, NO SPOILERS!

[a/n: i got this idea cause i just got my nails done and i’m a WHORE for fez but like...who isn’t? anyways!! thank you for all the love for ‘anything for my princess’ i will def have a ton more lexi content in the future!! enjoy this short fic <3 - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

Fez loved spoiling you.

It was that simple. You saw a pair of shoes you liked? It’s yours. New clothes? Don’t trip ma, he’s got you.

His all time favorite thing to spend a quick buck on? Acrylics.

It was his favorite day of the week. Every two weeks on a Thursday afternoon. It was like clockwork. He’d take you to the salon and wait the hour and a half just to see the masterpiece on your finger tips.

Another thing he LOVED to buy you was jewelry. Rings specifically.

He couldn’t wait to see how you’d pair them with your new nails. He also loves seeing your fresh set against his chest or how a blunt looked in between your fingers.

The sound they made as you typed out a text on your phone. Seeing you grip the sheets as he plowed into you…

His all time favorite, you might be wondering? Seeing your hand wrapped around his dick. It drove him wild. The sight of your pretty nails contrast against his skin…fuck.

And today was that day.

His phone buzzed with a notification.

baby mama

all done !!

baby mama

i’ll be right out

He smiled, shaking his head before looking up through the windshield. Watching you through the glass double doors as you smiled at the receptionist, handing them the crisp $100 bill that he had given you before you walked in.

As you walked out, you met his eyes. Those beautiful pools of blue looked at you with so much love, it made your heart flutter.

Making your way into the car, you faced him with an excited smile, hiding your hands from him.

“Well come on then, pretty mama. Show ‘em to me.”

You gladly placed your hand into his awaiting palm. “Damn baby, these are some bad ass mother fucking claws!”

You blushed as he brought your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles

Fez dropped you off at his place to look after Ash while he tended to his convenience store and he had been absolutely exhausted as he closed up but as he walked through the threshold of the apartment, all stress vanished from his shoulders.

You were sat on the couch in sweats and a hoodie that was most definitely his with Ash laying next to you, his little shaved head resting on a pillow near your thighs

Ash loved when you got your nails done too because that meant heavenly head scratches.

Not that he’d ever admit it, since he wasn’t one for physical affection but he would NEVER turn down your offer of head scratches. It was like a cardinal sin to him.

You dropped your head back onto the head rest of the couch and smiled softly at Fez as he walked over, leaned over your head and placed in upside down kiss on your lips.

“He asleep?”

“Like a baby.” You responded fondly, running a hand over Ash’s buzzed head, heart warming as he sleepily nuzzled into your touch.

Making his way to the kitchen, he paused at the sight on the kitchen table. The haphazardly rubber banded stacks of money he had scattered on its surface were gone.

“Hey ma?” He called, not really waiting for you to respond. “Where’s all my cash?”

“Oh! I counted it for you and put it away in the safe. The amount should be written somewhere on the table!” You called back.

That’s when he saw a little post-it stuck to the weathered wood surface of the table. The amount written in your familiar chicken scratch.

He heard your footsteps trail up behind him. “And Ash wanted that enchilada casserole I brought you guys once so I made some. It’s in the oven to keep it war-“

You blinked and his lips were on yours, the slightly rough palms were delicately holding your face. Knees weakening at the emotion behind the kiss.

Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.” there was a small beat before he continued. “I was only gone a few hours but I missed you.”

“Yeah? D’you have a stressful day baby?” What he hadn’t expected was for you to press him against the kitchen counter. “How about I help you out then?” Your hand moved down to unbutton his jeans, reaching in and palming him over his Polo briefs.

The moan that escaped his throat was low and quiet, almost like a sigh. “Fuck…” He felt himself twitch as he felt your nails lightly raking over his clothed and aching cock.

He watched you slowly sink to your knees, keeping eye contact as you did so. Settling down on your heels, you leaned forward and tugged the rest of his clothing down, kissing his exposed hips as you did so.

“God damn ma…” He moaned, hand gripping your hair before he looked down and admired the way your fresh manicure looked wrapped around him and it took everything in him not to bust then and there.

—-

“Eww seriously guys! We fucking eat in there!” Ash stood up from the couch. Eyes squeezed tight and hands covering his ears, rushing to his room. “Y’all are fucking nasty!”

#euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria x fem!reader #fezco x reader #fezco x fem!reader #fezco blurb #fezco supremacy

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hobisstar · 2 years

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You Are The Tribal

Chiefs Baby Now

*i do not own the rights to this gif*

Summary: With the biggest Wrestlemania match happening, Y/N is some how wrapped around Romans finger. How? Well basically when Brock made the stipulation for winner takes all, he included her.

Warning: Swearing, Claiming, Mild Mention of Sexual Things, Kinky obvi, Dom! Tribal Chief, possessive! Roman.

A/N: I really just came up with this one right now and i’m excited to get this out in like 2 hours or so. Hopefully it is long and enjoyable.

“Y/N calm down! Im sure Brock will try and secure the titles and you. He won’t let you go to Roman even if he wins.” Kayla said trying to calm her down.

“Really? Kayla im literally about to faint. Im scared shitless. I’ve been with Brock since paul turned on him at the rumble.

I’ve help him get the where he is now. What can i help do for Roman? Paul has done everything already while i can’t do much for Roman but be a piece of jewelry on his arm every time you see him.”

“Or you can just worry about Brock winning for right now. You two have been friends even before this! Since UFC! Trust me he won’t let anything happen.”

“Or Kayla you can run along.” They both froze and turned around seeing Roman Reigns the tribal chief himself.

Kayla looked at Y/N and mouthed she was sorry and ran off. Y/N turned around and rolled her eyes. “Why isn it the Not So Head Of the Table. How may i help you?”

He chuckled and moved closer which made her step back.

“Oh Y/N by the end of the night will you be saying my name correctly babygirl. You and that title will be rightfully in my hands like they were supposed to a long time ago.” He looked her up and down.

“Tell me does he know about us? Our past? Hell our future?”

Y/N looked at him. “Don’t you dare every mention anything to Brock-“

“Baby~ What type of guy do you take me as? Of course the Tribal Chief will keep his mouth quiet but please”

he paused to move closer and whisper “I miss burying my cock deep in that warm embrace.” He said and kissed her cheek and back up. “See you later tonight, Ms. Y/N”

She watched him walk him away and she was literally frozen.

Her and Roman go back more than her and brock.

Roman and Y/N were in a relationship back in the Shield Days for him. They were in love yes definitely but it just didn’t work out. Her going back and forth from UFC to WWE when brock would appear was just too much for her.

Of course Roman didn’t seem a reason for them to break up he knew how to make things work and he was willing to make all of this work!

They did try but once Roman started getting jealous and more possessive it was harder on her to forever keep up with this.

When they broke up, it was heart breaking for them both but they felt it was for the better.

Once Y/N came back to WWE officially around SummerSlam, Roman was happy I mean, his literally life was back in the company. He found out that she was on Brock’s side… oh he wasn’t so happy at all.

He trashed his entire locker room and made Paul find someone to clean it up.

(Before the match ending)

Y/Ns POV

“One .. TWO…THREE! Here is your winner AND THE NEW UNDISPUTED HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION… ROMAN REIGNS!”

I was shocked and in disbelief. He won the titles and he won me. No, that won’t happen i won’t allow it.

I look up and see Roman eyeing me like i’m his prey or last dinner. I look over and see Paul holding the ropes waiting for me to get in the ring.

I look over and grab a mic. “ No, No Cut the music. Congratulations on your win and all but you aren’t getting me . You are even crazier than i even led you to be.

I never agreed to being with you so there for i won’t be your little bitch.” I said and dropped the mic hearing the crowd go wild. I stood up, a female at that, I stood up to the do called tribal chief. i turned on my heels and started up the ramp.

“Y/N, Get your ass down here. I won one of my awards now i need and will have my other one.” he said and rolled out the ring ans started following me up the Ramp.

I speed up my walking into like jogging. No. Im not gonna he his i don’t want to be.

“Y/N!” I heard him yell. I stopped once i realized that where i was heading was to a Dead end.

“What do you want huh? Roman i don’t care what we had years ago. I work with and for Brock you just win a title or a match and think you own me too!

Remember You decided you want me to choose between you or UFC, and he’ll it wasn’t like i had a choice! You demanded me to choose you and i did. For a year i choose you.

But i grew tired of not being able to do what i love with people i love. So i left you Ro, I left you so you could find someone who could love you better and work while doing it.”

“Look, i’m sorry that our pass didn’t work out and i would see why you hate my guts i get that. But i want to do better now. I will do better.

I want you Y/N to myself i hate having to share you with anyone because i just deeply love you that way.

Im not leaving till you rightfully on my side where you belong.” He finished and looked at him.

God those Brown eyes always did something to me i couldn’t control.

I looked up at him and sighed and said “Once i join you or whatever you call this no funny business.”

He chuckled and then smirked pulling me closer but also stepping closer so there was no space left between us.

“Babygirl i call the shots around here. I promise there will no funny business. Nothing but sweet loving to you from me. Can’t have my queen working like a dog now can I?” He looked at me up and down and but his lip.

To be honest i missed everything about roman but no one knew about us so how would we pull this off? Im not blood so why am i apart of the bloodline.

“I’m not apart of the Bloodline so what good does this do for me?”

“ Well You will be The Tribal Chiefs Assistant. You will be First in charge of everything but Paul will be the one making it official. I want you to be the man part of this Y/N you will be the Tribal Chiefs Queen in Charge.”

I nodded listening to him. Being in charge? An Assistant? Well it’s better than what i did for Brock in UFC and here put together.

“I really want to make this important and special to both of us.” He smiled at me and picked me up.

“I love you with all my heart Y/N let me make this right for both of us. Please?”

I chuckled and smiled “Fine! We better make this right Ro, I really want to”

he kissed my cheek then my lips and smiled at me “ Finally, You Are The Tribal Chiefs Baby Now”

#roman reigns #wwe smackdown #roman reigns smut #wwe tribal chief #wwe universe #roman reigns the head of the table #roman reigns x reader #wwe head of the table #wwe roman reigns #wwe smut #wwe wrestlemania #brock lesnar #main event

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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Hello there ! Just found your blog and I wanna say I fell in love with your writing 🥺✨ I was wondering if you could have the 4 lords react to their s/o just suddenly stealing their clothes or hat or lil trickets to wear since the s/o just loves how the lords look , hope this makes sense XD

Thank you so much!!!

You also....found out my weakness so quickly...TOP OF THE TO-DO LIST AGAIN IM SORRY IM WEAK--

Alcina Dimitrescu

First, lest we all forget: Alcina Dimitrescu is a Big Laydee

Let's be honest, there is not a person alive who is the same size as Alcina. That makes it extremely easy to find things that fit you in her closet.

The fur coats are probably going to be your favorite, because they're like the softest blankets you could ever own, BUT YOU CAN WEAR IT!

You feel like royalty walking through the halls of Dimitrescu Castle in this super sized coat. There's a big train trailing behind you, and you can tuck your feet into the super soft fabric when you sit down. Sure, the sleeves are a little long, but it reminds you of Alcina, and you miss her.

Fur coats are a favorite of Alcina's too. It's her favorite thing to see you in, especially with nothing else on underneath💕

Honestly, she gets the warm fuzzies whenever you put on something of hers--jewelry, hat, gloves, it doesn't matter. Alcina gets this deeply satisfied feeling whenever you have something of hers on.

(She's also more likely to pull you in for a smooch, but that's neither here nor there.)

Sometimes, she will even make a point to leave something out of hers that she wants you to wear. You have a little pile of things to choose from, and they all smell like her~~

There is one exception: please don't try to put on her dresses. I know you think it's going to drape all ✨sexy✨ over you, or you can tie it at the waist like a big, fancy robe, but I promise you, that is not the look that you will have achieved. There's just too much fabric--it's a loose, lumpy mess. 0/10, do not recommend.

Donna Beneviento

But...why though?

Donna is more than happy to make you your own clothes, you don't need to steal hers!

Yeah, but that's not the point, though, is it?

She's actually a little offended until you explain it to her. She likes to make you so many things, and likes to see you in the things she's made for you, so when you pick out something else she gets a little sad.

It's more romantic if she makes it for you, in her opinion.

You have to explain to her why you want to wear a trinket of hers, or else Donna is never going to get it.

You want something of hers for when you miss her, for when you're out or she's gone! You love her, you love how she looks, and you want a piece of her to be attached to you. It's reassuring to tie your hair back with her hair pins, or thread her spare veil around your waist like a belt.

It's a Lover's Token.

Oh...Well, in that case, Donna is definitely on board!

You two start a tradition where both of you wear bracelets for a week, and then switch with each other for the next week. They're shared bracelets, owned by neither of you individually, but specifically something you both have as a couple.

The more you guys do this, the more Donna understands the appeal. There's never a time when the bracelets aren't warm to the touch, and it feels like your fingers are always caressing her wrist.

It's so special for both you and Donna that you guys have a tradition all to yourselves. You guys are rarely ever apart, but in case you are, all you have to do is look at the bracelet and your heart feels full.

Salvatore Moreau

HI HELLO YES THIS IS SALVATORE'S FAVORITE THING

You?? Wearing something of his?? Is a dream come true.

Moreau loves indulging in various romance tropes, and if you didn't start wearing something of his, he was going to wear something of yours.

(He might have already taken a couple of things without you noticing? Not just clothes, but knick knacks and pillows. He likes to snatch up things that carry your scent and make a little nest out of them in his bed. On nights where his back hurts, the smell does wonders to distract him from the pain.)

Anyway, he likes the world knowing that you're taken, and that you belong to each other. Swapping clothes is a great way to do that.

Salvatore doesn't have a traditional body type, so you only have a couple things to choose from: his cape-cover and some of his jewelry.

It doesn't matter what you ask for though, if you even mention that you had a thought about putting on something of his, it is OFF HIM and in your hands. Salvatore is happy to give it to you.

But, if you really want to knock him out? Steal both his cape and crown and wrap yourself up in them. There's juuuust enough fabric to cover any unmentionables, and if you drape yourself over the nearest piece of furniture, well...

Apparently, you can make Salvatore's brain shut off so fast he actually drools.

Karl Heisenberg

I mean, sure? You can wear his stuff if you want to, Heisenberg isn't going to stop you.

Please, please, please wear his stuff, holy shit, YES PLEASE

Karl likes to pretend that is doesn't effect him as much as it does, but you know him. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to hide it from you, when he walks into a room and sees you in his spare coat, he cannot keep his hands off you.

It's not even necessarily a sexual thing. Karl really likes the idea of both of you being joined at the hip, a perfect pair, best friends as well as partners, and when you put on something of his?

There's a tiny little voice at the back of his head that goes 'yeeeeeees, goooood'. It reaffirms the idea that you both are close-- close enough to trade clothes.

The one thing that really messes with him is if you take his dog tags. They make tiny little tinkling noises, so he's always aware of where you are in the room. If he's trying to focus, he'll probably pull them off of you, but not before he tugs you into a kiss. 🥰

He wants nothing more than to have physical contact with you when you wear something of his. He will pull you into his lap if he's sitting, wrap his arms around you from behind if he's standing, and hold your hand if you are next to him.

He will also make little comments about how much he likes it, but it's so obviously not on purpose. Stuff about how you match, about how he trusts you to look after his hat/coat, about how you look like a real team...

It's weirdly romantic?

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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playing with rings on their hands [ albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli ]

prompt: "playing with rings on their hands" from my 4k follower event characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli w/ gn!reader warnings: none. a/n: please do not spam my inbox with how much you like hands after i post this !!! <3 lmao i love u guys tho HAHA

albedo wears rings only on his days off. they're too much of a hindrance with lab work and albedo would rather not experience an accident because he wanted to look cool while experimenting. when you first meet up with him on a date, albedo surprises you in a rather casual outfit with rings decorating the fingers on each of his hands. when you interlace your hand with his, your fingertips immediately start to twist around the rings and albedo smiles at your childlike fascination with them.

childe never shies away from jewelry. he'll wear rings with or without the gloves on his hand, but never fails to blush whenever you start fiddling with his rings. his heart clenches at the sight of your concentrated expression as you swirl the rings around absentmindedly. you're too cute -- he can barely handle it. he'll usually lose track of whatever he's talking about, leaving you to look back up at him with a questioning gaze. childe, however, is looking at you with a lovestruck expression. who let you be so adorable?

diluc isn't one for jewelry. he has nothing against it, but he finds it distracting. he doesn't really wear rings until the two of you get married, in which a wedding band finds its home on his ring finger. he never fails to take note of how you spin your wedding ring around your finger when you're nervous and finds it cute that you do the same to his ring if it's close enough to you. it's a clear sign that you're on edge about something, so diluc always makes sure to press a kiss to your temple and hold your hand just a bit more securely whenever you start to play with his ring.

kaeya is one for finger decorations. this can be seen in his use of fingerless gloves on his uniform or, when out of uniform, wearing of rings. like childe, kaeya thinks its adorable when you start playing with the metals that encircle his fingers, but you don't do it very often. however, kaeya soon realizes that if he uses his cryo vision to make the rings colder, you'll start playing with them in hopes that the heat of your fingers warms them up, in order to make it more comfortable when holding kaeya's hand. you never catch on to kaeya's little plan to get your attention and kaeya never stops doing it as he loves the way you look so focused on getting the rings to warm up again.

zhongli isn't quite the type for rings. if you gift him one, then sure, but even then, he isn't guaranteed to wear them all the time. you'd be better off gifting him a necklace that he can tuck into the collar of his shirt! but, on the off chance that he does wear rings, he'll be more inclined to wear them more frequently if you play with them. he'll wear them for you and, if you pay them attention, zhongli will have no qualms about wearing them from then on. after all, he thinks it's cute when your fingers are constantly fluttering around his own, even if it's just to toy with the rings on his hands.

#albedo x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo #childe #diluc #kaeya #zhongli #axia's writing #axia's 4k follower event

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 3 years

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heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

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cj-sparkss · 3 years

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Happy to see that you'll start to feeding jjk simps too 🤧 could you write hcs about how it would be to date Nanami, Gojou and Megumi, please (if you prefer, just choose one of them) thank you <3

dating jjk men headcanons

a/n | thank you! i did all three bc their my bbys😌 warnings | none. form | headcanons featuring | gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento

gojo

lots and lots of teasing in the relationship. gojo would never miss a chance to make fun of you or tease you in some way, shape or form. it’s always light hearted, and it always puts a smile on both of your faces.

gojo is super flirty. the flirting and teasing go hand in hand. but if you ever flirt with him back, his brain short circuits and he gets super flustered. one of the rare times you will see the gojo satoru blush.

he shows you off a lot. he’s super proud to be dating you, and he wants to make sure that everyone knows that you are his, and he is yours.

big on pda affection. he does not care about what other people think at all, and is always down to just kiss you in the middle of nowhere, catching you and everyone else off guard.

you guys are always laughing. gojo is pretty funny, and he definitely always has some sort of good joke up his sleeve. he will never fail to make you smile or laugh.

gojo is always buying both of you sweets. he has a major sweet tooth, and whether you like sweets or not, they are always involved. if you know how to bake, he will absolutely praise your baking skills, and he is always willing to taste anything and everything you make.

he also smells sweet. not in a bad way, he just always smells really, really good. after all, he has a sweet tooth. when you guys are cuddling or hugging, you can always smell the sweetness off from him, and you just snuggle into his chest even more.

gojo will always spoil you. whether it be with a super fancy date, buying you expensive clothes and jewelry, or just buying you the most random stuff ever. he is loaded, so he makes sure to share his money with you. what's his, is yours.

his cuddles are the absolute best. he's a 6’3 guy, so he’s huge, and that just makes it even better. he’s probably always warm too, so if you’re ever cold, you just cuddle with him, and instantly you feel warm.

he also talks a lot when you guys are cuddling, so sometimes you fall asleep just listening to his voice. his voice is super soothing, and the way he talks is just so smooth:

when he goes on missions, gojo always brings you back souvenirs. the souvenirs can range from a trinket or a key chain, to literally anything that reminds him of you while he’s away.

dating gojo is definitely an adventure, and there’s never a dull moment when your with him.

nanami

when you guys cuddle, you are probably laying on his chest, while he has an arm wrapped around you, his other arm holding up his book. sometimes he will read out loud to you, and you just listen to his soothing voice, and you eventually fall asleep.

nanami smells very nice. he has this certain cologne that he uses, and it’s not too strong, not too dull. it’s just perfect. when you guys are not together, his smell will linger on some of your items.

nanami is definitely a foodie. he’ll take you out to nice restaurants, always giving you a good time. he probably knows how to cook really, really good food. so sometimes, you guys would have dates at home. a night where nanami just cooks for you, brings out fancy whine, and you guys enjoy the night together.

he’s probably not used to much physical affection, so when you guys first became a couple and you would hug him, he would be very stiff. but eventually, once he gets used to everything, don’t be surprised for him to actually be the one to engage in physical touches.

he dosent tolerate a lot of people, (cough gojo) but with you, he dosent mind at all.

when he’s especially tired, sometimes he would fall asleep with his glasses on. you’d take them off for him, and he would wake up and softly smile at you, thanking you.

cafe dates. honestly, any date where the two of you could just sit back, and relax with each other. he loves them.

overall, dating nanami is probably very calming, and domestic.

megumi

a lot of long late night walks. he enjoys the silence, and finds them relaxing.

you guys would study together, and megumi is the type of person that would push you to work harder, and always wants the best for you. if you are having trouble with a certain subject, megumi will try and help you as much as he could, even if he didn’t understand it all that well either.

megumi’s love language is probably acts of service and quality time. so you guys will be in each other’s dorms a lot. megumi would be doing his own thing and you would be doing yours, your presence is just soothing to him.

we all know how megumi is basically a punching bag in fights. (my poor baby) so you’ll see him come back all bruised up and battered, and you’d instantly worry about him. he tries to brush off your worry, saying “it’s fine” or “it was just a few hits” but you both know it’s worse than that, he just doesn't want to worry you.

but secretly, megumi loves being able to come back to someone who would fuss over him and worry about his well being. it makes him happy, and makes him love you all the more. not that he would ever admit that to your face though.

megumi is probably really warm, so cuddles with him are the best. he would either be the big spoon, or the little spoon. he loves it when you run your hands through his hair.

when you flirt with him, he will get very flustered. his cheeks are flaming hot, the tip of his ears a deep red, and he just hides his face in your neck, desperately trying to hide his flustered state.

megumi will give you pats on the head. whether it’s to show you that he’s proud of you, or he just does it randomly.

megumi’s kisses are really slow, and passionate. they're so soft and sweet, and he is honestly such a good kisser.

overall, dating megumi is very sweet, and like a breath of fresh air.

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violette-hue · 3 years

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Summary: You find yourself stuck in a difficult situation at a bar--the bar sleaze has his eyes on you. How will you repay your knight in shining armor when he comes to your rescue?

Warning(s): SMUT/NSFW (***minors do not interact**), unprotected sex, alcohol, violence, unwanted attention from a drunk person, drunkenness, confrontation

Word Count: TOO MUCH (3.8k)

Author’s note: Of course my first smut on my new blog had to be for one of my top three :) **If you want to be on my tag list for future works, send in an ask/dm me**

Your friends had left the bar quite some time ago, but you decided to stay for a little while. Work had been harder than usual today. You needed the few extra drinks. You sat at an empty table working through your cosmopolitan when an unpleasant shiver ran up your spine. Goosebumps rose on your arms as you turned your head slightly and locked eyes with the bar sleaze. He had been there when you and your friends arrived, and you assumed he had been there long before that as well. You quickly looked away, finding interest in the chipped wooden table. You needed to finish this drink fast, but there was over half of the drink left and you were walking home. Not the smartest move, but you lived close by. Panic rose in your chest. If this guy had an eye on you, it wouldn’t be smart to go home. You reached for your phone and dialed one of your friends. Voicemail. You called another friend. Voicemail. Another. Voicemail. Fuck, how were you going to do this--

“Hey gorgeous,” the sleaze drawled, his breath tickling your neck.

You gagged at the intense smell of alcohol and--and nastiness. You could tell he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a while, and if he had it was with alcohol. You leaned forward to get away from his breath.

“Please don’t do that,” you pleaded. You looked throughout the bar, eyes begging for someone to come to your rescue.

You could practically feel the sleaze’s smirk. “Don’t do what? You here alone?”

Different, unpleasant scenarios passed through your head--all ways to get away without causing a scene. You could jam your house keys at him, or kick him in the balls, but that would probably lead to your arrest and lots a questions. All of which you wanted to avoid. You took a shaky sip of your drink, wheels turning in your head.

“Hey, babe, sorry I’m late,” a deep voice said. You looked towards the voice and found a dark haired man with soft brown eyes. He moved to you, the sleaze taking a few steps back as he watched the new man lean in to kiss your cheek. Only he didn’t kiss your cheek. He whispered in your ear, “Just go with it. This guy’s trouble.”

You smiled at him, hoping he could see how thankful you are. “Late day at work...Jason..?” you played along. ‘Jason’? You internally groaned and hope he would play along with the given name.

'Jason’ nodded and looked to the sleaze, as if just realizing he was there. “Was this guy bothering you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the sleaze spoke before you. “No, actually, she was just about to leave with me.” The sleaze placed a dirty hand low on your shoulder.

‘Jason’ stood up, chest puffed out and spoke in a low voice, “Get your hands off of her. Now.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the sleaze sneered. He squeezed your shoulder a little hard and you winced.

‘Jason’ moved around the table in an instant and grabbed the sleaze’s wrist, moving his hand away from you. “Her fucking boyfriend,” ‘Jason’ spat.

The sleaze jerked his hand out of ‘Jason’s’ grasp and threw a sloppy punch. Before it could collide with its target, 'Jason’ threw his own punch. The sound of fist colliding with jaw brought the bar to a holt, and all eyes were on them now.

“Leave my girlfriend alone,” ‘Jason’ spat, stalking back to his seat.

Security quickly came moments later and collected the bar sleaze, scolding him and promising to ban him from the bar. You sat there sipping on your drink, your savior sitting across from you. Your savior who still remained nameless.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into your drink. “For saving me.”

‘Jason’ gave you a lopsided smile, causing your heart to skip a beat. “Don’t thank me, it was the right thing to do. I was just about to leave when I saw what was happening.”

You nodded. “Does my knight in shining armor have a name?” Fuck, you sounded so cheesy.

He blushed slightly. “Daichi,” he responded. “Does my damsel in distress have a name?”

Damsel in distress? My? Your heart fluttered in your chest, your cheeks turning pink. You drank the rest of your cosmopolitan. Goddamn these heart palpitations.

“Y/N.” You cleared your throat and shifted. “Daichi,” you started, trying out his name. You liked how the words sounded in your mouth, how your lips felt saying it. “You don’t have to stay. I just finished my drink--”

“I’d like to stay and chat a bit. Maybe have a couple more drinks...”

You gave him a big smile and nodded. Why were you so giddy--like some school girl? You looked up at Daichi through your lashes and examined him. His muscles flexed underneath the the grey material of his sweater as he rolled up the sleeves. Your eyes trailed from his muscular arms to his wide, muscular chest and shoulders. His chest seemed inviting, your mind imagining what it would feel like under your head--how it would feel under your fingernails. You mentally kicked yourself and moved your eyes to his face. His beautiful face. His jaw was chiseled, his lips full and tempting, his eyes soft and warm.

“What do you want to drink?” Daichi asked.

You pursed your lips, licking them slightly. “Rum and coke-- Do you want to share a flatbread?”

Daichi gave you a dazzling smile and nodded. You ordered the flatbread as Daichi ordered the drinks and took a seat at one of the more secluded tables in the bar. Daichi followed shortly and sat across from you.

You both talked over a couple of drinks and a flatbread, learning more and more about each other. You learned he used to play volleyball, and even used to be the captain. You learned which high school he went to, and he talked fondly of his best friends. Most importantly you learned that he was single. You made sure to point out that you were also single, and subtly complained about not being able to find the right person. You exchanged passions and stories, giggling at the most embarrassing ones. You both laughed for hours and when it was time to go, he insisted on walking you to the parking lot.

“Thank you, again, for helping me out,” you said, walking side by side.

You saw Daichi shake his head and smile. “Which is your car?”

It was your turn to shake your head. “I walked here.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “You walked here?” he asked, shocked. “Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially at night. Coming home from a bar? Looking as beautiful as you do?”

You blushed deeply and lowered your head, eyes locked to the ground. “Kinda wasn’t that thought out...”

You felt strong fingers cup your chin and lift your head up. “That’s terribly reckless fo you...” Daichi said softly. “Especially with what happened tonight.” A short pause. “You can stay at my place if that’ll make you feel safe.”

You gazed into his eyes, butterflies swarming your stomach. You weren’t sure if the alcohol or the heat between your legs influenced your next words. “Sure.”

Daichi’s eyes trailed from your lips to your eyes, then back. You shifted slightly, craning your neck closer to him and pushing your chest out. Your shirt wasn’t revealing much, but with the height difference you were sure he could see something. He leaned down, lips inches away from yours. Your lips practically tingled with anticipation, anxiously awaiting the feel of him on you.

He cleared his throat and and took a slight step back. “Let me walk you to the car,” he insisted, placing a hand on the small of your back.

You let him guide you to a sleek black sports car, deflated at the absence of his lips. You were brought out of your thoughts when he unlocked the car doors. You finally truly noticed the beautiful car in front of you. He was handsome, sweet, and he had money? You worked your bottom lip between your teeth and let Daichi open the door for you. You placed your hand on his thigh when he settled into the driver’s seat. Goddamn he had nice thighs. The ride to his place was silent, filled with tension. You commented on the beautiful scenery, hoping the mood wasn’t turning awkward. You subconsciously trailed your thumb along the inside of his thigh in circles. You felt him tense up, and looked over at him with furrowed brows.

“Are you alright?” you asked, thumb still circling.

He nodded, clenching his jaw. You arched a brow, not believing him. “Are you sure?” you pressed. You didn’t want to stay at his home if the atmosphere was awkward.

Daichi let out a breath and quickly looked down, then back to the road. Your eyes followed where his gaze landed, mouth going dry. Oh. That...that definitely was an issue. You inhaled and exhaled, trying really hard not to stare at the large bulge in his pants. You moved your hand back to your lap and fidgeted with your jewelry. All you wanted was to continue, to take it further, but you had just met Daichi. You didn’t know him well enough to understand any signals he might be sending.

You jumped when Daichi grabbed your hand and gently kissed your knuckles. He moved your hand back to his thigh and kept it there, tenderly rubbing his thumb along your hand. You were a bit shocked by his actions, but took it as your sign to go forward. You massaged his thigh and moved dangerously close to his bulge. He let out a breathy moan and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The sight of his veins bulging on his arms brought more heat to your core. You wanted more, wanted to touch him, to feel him writhe under you.

You moved your fingers to his waistline, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. Your heart dropped a little in your chest. You shouldn’t have done that, you had gone too far. Of course Daichi wouldn’t be the type to fuck a total stranger. You cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t see your disappointment.

“We’re here,” he said. His voice was deeper, more husky and laced with lust.

You nodded and Daichi quickly exited the car. He walked around to open the door for you and you climbed out. You followed him inside a tall apartment building and he once again opened the door. What a gentleman, you thought, smiling to yourself. Too bad you ruined it. You both walked to the elevator and patiently waited, your legs shaking with anticipation. Daichi subtly moved behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You tensed for a split second, but quickly relaxed. Maybe you hadn’t totally ruined it. He brushed his bulge against your ass and tightened his grip around you. Damn this elevator was taking too long.

“I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable...” he mumbled in your ear. “There’s some friends from work coming in and...”

And he didn’t want them to see his erection and be completely embarrassed by people he saw everyday. You nodded and smiled, understanding. You watched as two police officers rounded the corner in the lobby. You waited for his co-workers to show up, but no one else was in the room. Unless.... One of the police officers caught Daichi’s eye and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Realization dawned on you-- those were his co-workers.

You turned your head slightly to Daichi. “You’re a cop?” you questioned, voice low. For some reason, you wanted to give the impression to his friends that you knew him, that maybe they could even think of you as his girlfriend.

Daichi nodded, seeming a little bashful. “Yeah, sorry for not mentioning earlier. I figured if I said I was a cop in the bar, I’d get a lot of dirty looks. Or maybe even jumped.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t want to be called a narc,” you giggled.

He chuckled against your neck as the elevator finally arrived. You quickly walked in, practically tugging Daichi along with you. The feel of his erection made you hot, hot with desire. He pressed the elevator button and you watched the number 16 light up. Fuck. Sixteen? You rubbed your thighs together to try and gather some friction. This was going to be a long elevator ride.

“Relax, beautiful,” Daichi said, pulling you closer. He kissed your temple and you smiled.

You looked up at him, lightly gripping the hem of his sweater. You wanted to stand on your toes and kiss him, but you didn’t want to move too fast like in the car. But...a kiss wouldn’t hurt...right? You glanced down at your fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

Daichi placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. In an instant, you felt his soft lips on yours. You matched his energy, kissing him back sweetly. Sweet and timid turned into hunger, lust, passion. Your hands traveled up to the hair at the nape of his neck and you moaned softly as he gripped a handful of your ass. Daichi pressed you against the cool metal wall, his grip sliding down from your ass to your thighs. You took the invitation and jumped up. You wrapped your legs around him and deepened the kiss, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip. Heavy pants and lips smacking together echoed off the shiny elevator walls, the metal slightly steaming where Daichi had you pinned.

The elevator dinged, indicating you had reached the sixteenth floor. Daichi let you down abruptly, coughing and turning his head away slightly. You saw his red cheeks, no doubt identical to your own. You laced your arm through his elbow and smiled up at him. He kissed you once more, fast and sweet, then lead you to his apartment.

When he opened the door, you were expecting to see scarcity—open space, one couch with the tv on the floor. You were pleasantly surprised, however, when you saw a plush cream sectional, a chestnut coffee table, a matching tv stand, and a smudgless, dustless TV. There were even a few nice decorations and decorative pillows.

You took off your shoes and walked into the apartment. “You have a beautiful place,” you complimented.

“Thank you,” Daichi said, lips tugging into a lazy smile. He lead you to his room and went straight to his dresser.

You stood in the doorway and looked at the king size bed. You looked at the navy blue covers, then to the night stands on either side of the bed. Your eyes trailed to the door leading to the bathroom, then to Daichi in front of the dresser. You noticed the black sweater in his hand along with a pair of lounge shorts.

“You can use these for tonight. There’s extra towels in the bathroom, too.”

You nodded and thanked him. You grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom, starting the shower on its hottest setting. Stripping and stepping into the shower, you couldn’t chase the steamy thoughts in your mind. The way it would feel to have Daichi on top of you, inside you-- You quickly switched the water temperature to cold, hoping it would dampen your lust. Minutes passed, yet the feeling between your legs remained. You stopped the shower and stepped out with a huff. You quickly dried yourself and tugged Daichi’s black sweater over your head. You froze, his cologne wafting up to your nose. Fuck that smell was not helping your...situation. Worse, the only pair of underwear you have on you is dirty, forcing you to tug on the pair of shorts with nothing else. You rolled up the pair of shorts so they could be a little shorter, making the sweater cover most of the material.

You padded through the apartment to the living room. Daichi was already setting up the couch to sleep on for the night, his jeans now swapped to grey sweatpants and the grey sweater remained. He was in the process of laying his blanket out when his eyes landed on you. His eyes widened slightly, his cheeks pink with a blush.

“Wow...” he breathed. He blinked hard and cleared his throat, going back to laying out his blanket. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed and sat at the end of the couch. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch...I’d feel bad taking your bed from you,” you said. You pulled your knees to your chest.

Daichi shook his head. “I’m offering my bed. I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” Daichi sat next to you on the couch.

You took a deep breath and leaned into him slightly, your shoulders touching. “How can I repay you for tonight...?” you mumbled. “You’ve been my knight in shining armor tonight.”

There was a long moment of silence. Did you say something wrong? You dared a peak at him and found him looking at you. You arched a brow and looked between his lips to his eyes. They were dark, darker than they were in the bar. You wanted to continue the kiss from the elevator, wanted to tug on his hair and climb on his lap. You took a shallow breath and gathered all the courage you could. You slowly swung your leg over his lap, straddling him.

“Is this...okay?” you breathed, placing both of your hands on his cheeks.

He nodded and shifted slightly, moving you more flush against his lap. You let out a low whine as his erection brushed against the thin material clothing your womanhood. You brushed your lips against his, kissing him timidly. Daichi kissed you back, his hands resting on your back and in your hair. You deepened the kiss as he lightly tugged on your hair. You moaned loudly and rolled your hips against his bulge. Things were getting heated, the shorts leant to you wet with your juices.

Daichi cursed under his breath and pulled you off of him. You opened your mouth to protest when Daichi knelt in front of you. He pulled you to the edge of the couch and hooked his fingers in your shorts. His eyes looked for your approval, and you nodded, raising slightly to let him slide the garment off. He beheld your glistening pussy and ran his finger along your opening. Your legs shook and you let out a shaky sigh. He brought his face forward, lips connecting with your clit. He sucked at the sensitive bud, placing a hand on your abdomen to restrain you. His other hand rest on your thigh, lightly gripping the sensitive skin as he drank in you. Moans filled the room, wet slurping following quickly after. Your hands gripped a handful of his hair and you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” you cursed, attempting to roll your hips. “Like that--yes--Oh--”

You moaned loudly as he pushed two of his fingers inside you. He curled the digits against your puffy, contracting walls. You were close to an orgasm--fuck you had never came so fast before. But goddamn he was doing everything right.

You covered your mouth as you came with a scream, legs shaking. Daichi pulled away, chin glistening and the light catching his smirk. You sat there in his sweater, the hem bunched up at your waist. You both breathed hard, looking at each other. Was that it? You needed more. You stood, the sweater falling beneath your ass and walked to Daichi. You gripped his shirt and tugged the material off. Your eyes raked over his muscular chest, trailing down to his clothed erection.

“You look beautiful like this,” Daichi said, his eyes ravishing your body.

“Fuck me,” you said lowly. You tugged off the sweater, leaving yourself bare before Daichi.

He sucked in a breath and closed the distance between you. He caught your lips in passionate kiss, his hands roaming your body. His fingers pinched your nipple, his hands fondling your breasts. Daichi lifted you off the ground and carried you to his bedroom. He placed you on the bed and ripped off his bottoms. You looked at him, at his length and wide girth. Your core throbbed looking at his impressive member. You spread your legs wider, coaxing him to enter you.

Daichi licked his lips as he climbed over you, his dick brushing against your puffy clit. You inhaled sharply as he lined himself up with your entrance, his tip rimming your sopping cunt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Daichi asked breathlessly. His nose touched your nose, lips touching your lips.

You nodded, kissing him. “Yes,” you consented.

Your nails dug into Daichi’s shoulders as he pushed himself into you slowly. You choked on a moan, the sheer pleasure of Daichi stretching your walls making you screw your eyes shut. He continued to press himself into you until the hilt, the tip of his dick brushing against your g-spot. You bucked your hips with a whine, begging him to move. He obliged, thrusting into you and picking up a slow pace. You writhed under him, moaning into his shoulder. The way he felt inside you was better than you imagined. You felt every ridge, every vein as he thrust into you.

Daichi grunted and lifted your leg over his shoulder. The position made him thrust deeper, and the sound of your loud moans made him thrust deeper into you. His fingers dug into your thighs, his eyes were screwed shut and a string of moans and curses left his lips.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You feel so good...” He took a deep breath. “Come on me, baby girl.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, making the muscles in your abdomen constrain. Gods you were so close to coming, your walls tightening around Daichi. He groaned and thrust into you at a ruthless pace. The muscles in your abdomen fluttered, the knot in your stomach loosened and Daichi pounded into you as you came hard. You called out his name and raked your fingernails down his back. Daichi’s thrusts slowed, becoming sloppy and you felt his dick twitch inside you. He came moments later with a loud moan and held himself up on his elbows.

You looked up at Daichi and wiped a bead of sweat from his nose. “Stay with me tonight,” you mumbled. “Don’t go to the couch.”

He nodded, taking deep breaths. “Shower first. I’ll give you another sweater.”

You giggled. “Only a sweater?”

Daichi gave you a heart warming smile. “You look the best in just my sweater.”

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nameless-shrimp · 3 years

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THE GREAT PRETENDER || OSAMU DAZAI

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F! Reader (she/her)

TYPE: one-shot

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

WARNINGS: drinking, Dazai's suicidal references, slight swearing, angst to fluff

SYNOPSIS: You run into your ex-lover drinking at the bar, and soon, the night unfolds into an interesting turn of events.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wow... i got carried away. this probably doesn't even make any sense but. i actually love this one. i hope you guys do too because it made my heart warm reading this. please be nice. i slept for four whole hours and that was it and i still managed to write this.

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender.

He flicked the spherical ice cube that was floating in the alcoholic beverage on the counter. Dazai’s arms rested on the surface, and he flicked the glass this time, watching the ice move in the waves of his drink, and then he had the urge to put his head down. Though he decided not to do so once he heard footsteps coming from the stairs close to him.

Another one of those nights. The usual nights where he gazed amongst the stars and wondered if there had been another reason for his existence to be brought into this world. Even though it had been the time of the cherry blossoms blooming on the trees, it was difficult to watch the petals float on their own. Emptiness. His heart was trapped.

Pretending that I’m doing well.

Soon, a smile grew on his lips. Dazai didn’t bother looking to the side except having a small side glance. Familiar body structure—he knew it all too well. And then he shifted in his seat, turning to face you, with an unpleasant look on your lips and arms crossed with that huffed expression that you usually did whenever he went out late at night. Not whispering where he would have gone; a vanishing ghost, as what he really was, and he’d disappear into the mist of the night.

“How did you know I was here?” He asked with humor sprinkled in his tone of voice.

You blinked at him, clearly unamused with his question. “I dated you for two years, Dazai,” you responded and then waved your phone around. “Then I get messages from one of your Agency colleagues that you’ve been out doing your suicidal antics again.”

“And you came because?”

“Because I don’t want you to die, idiot.”

My need is such I pretend too much.

You sat next to him, the empty stool now filled with your presence. Dazai’s heartbeat began to quicken. You hadn’t changed after you had broken up with him a couple months ago, and you also looked a bit irritated, yet worry was filling up your eyes. As usual, you looked beautiful to him—you always did, no matter how groggy your voice sounded to him in the morning after the two of you slept in each other’s tangled arms and how you’d throw on unmatching clothes to go on late convenience store visits.

He looked down at your hands resting on the surface of the counter. Dazai smirked to himself, eyeing the charm bracelet that dangled on your wrist; the one piece of jewelry he bought you with his leftover money after he made his final farewell with his association in the Port Mafia—such a special object was dear to his heart, and even after all this time that you departed from him, you still wore it.

I’m lonely but no one can tell.

“You’re wearing it.”

“Hmm?”

Dazai placed a finger on the bracelet on your wrist. Your eyes trailed down to where he was touching you—one soft touch and you realized how warm his skin was on yours, yet you could tell that loneliness was filling his heart from the slight dark circles underneath his hazily crinkled eyes. “Oh,” you blinked, looking at the swan on your charm bracelet. “Of course I still wear it. It’s pretty.”

“That so?” He was amused, clearly, and he held onto his drink. “Told you I had pretty good taste, didn’t I?”

“Sure you did,” you rolled your eyes and he cheered to that, sipping his drink before placing it back down. “You’re not pulling any more suicidal tricks are you?”

“Of course I am,” Dazai chuckled. “Did you forget who I was already? It’s not like you didn’t know who I was when we were dating.”

“I’m just glad you’re here.”

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender.

“You know I am just fine, right?”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I know you’re not. You haven’t been for a while.”

“Then why did you come after all this time?” Dazai questioned, placing his chin on the palm of his hand.

You turned to him; his cheeks were flushed, you noticed the swirl in his golden irises, and you were able to tell that he was starting to get tipsy. He had his moments with alcohol, and for some reason, the way that he stared at you so delicately and lovingly made your heart flutter slightly. Because that was how Dazai was around you. You were always able to look into the eyes that he shared with you; exchanging warm exchanges and giddy smiles as your foreheads touched—but that was in the past.

And now it was the present. Your ex-lover next to you, smirking at you with that charming look that you always found yourself getting lost in. “I don’t want you to die,” you responded. Plain and simple. It was no lie; more like a serious truth that you always begged him, from when the sun rose up from the orange horizon to bidding its farewell to meet with the dark azure blues.

“You still care?” Dazai raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I do,” you sighed. “I can’t see you keep hurting yourself anymore. Not before. Not now.”

Adrift in the world of my own.

“I’m not gonna stop any of that, you know?” He noted as he tightened his lips.

You closed your eyes and hummed. “I know.”

Dazai gripped the glass. Hard. It was difficult to hold in his instinct to lunge his arms all over you. It wasn’t the same as before, where he was opening his embrace to you and you’d burrow your nose into his neck. He’d watch the growth of your smile—eyes crinkling underneath the kitchen lights and tongue pressed against your teeth—whenever you felt his arms wrap around your figure.

I play the game to my real shame.

However, the memories had to be put in the past. And Dazai wasn’t going to lie to himself. He knew he missed you; you as a whole made him feel complete even when the empty void in his heart wasn’t filled on his own. At least you were there to make it beat every day, no matter what troubling thoughts soared through his mind one night.

Because all that mattered was you. And when you stare at him the way that you did, tired eyes still glimmering underneath the yellow hues of the Lupin bar and face hidden deep within the hood that blanketed your face with a dark shadow, Dazai only found it in himself to smile. Because maybe you were happy without him, and you were only there to pity his suicidal antics again.

The kindness that you always shared. He loved that about you. He always did. And then he took a gulp of his drink without hesitation, nearly slamming the glass down on the counter. His heart ached. Painful. Because you were there next to him, completely free and open to the world to find another man that was not Dazai and someone that would’ve been better suited for you than Dazai.

Because you were the first person he fell in love with, and now, the dream that he had with you has now been torn apart. The pages were lost. And the book has now been unfinished; most likely, it’d remain unfinished forever. To you, you had concluded your journey with him. But to him, it seemed as if the story you both shared would never have an ending—and he was in denial about the breakup, sure, but he’d continue to grasp on the faded memories.

You’ve left me to dream all alone.

“I miss you.”

Your sleepy eyes widened. You weren’t surprised that he missed you, but rather so, you were surprised that he even said it. (Then again, knowing your ex-lover, this was something that really shouldn’t have shocked you, to begin with.) Because you knew Dazai was bold with his words; regardless if he complimented you on how sexy you looked in his shirt the morning after a night being embraced in each other’s desires or if he talked about how you’d get wrinkles if you kept a crabby look on your face late at night.

You smiled at the memories. Then you shook your head, trying to wipe away the faded moments that were meant to be kept in the past. Locked away and shut. The key was gone; you tossed it out—you tried to, at least.

“I can tell,” you responded. And damn, you missed him too, but you didn’t have it in your heart to admit it. “Come on, you should get home.”

“Whaaat,” he wailed dramatically and you shook your head at him. Typical Dazai. “I only had a few drinks. Nothing too cra—”

“Stop being weird,” you said, standing up from your seat and then grabbed ahold of his arms. You found yourself getting a bit flustered from touching him again, and he seemed to have noticed since a giddy smirk was starting to sketch his lips. “Don’t start with me,” you retorted, turning away, hiding the heat growing on your neck up to your cheeks.

“Still cute as ever, my belladonna.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Too real is this feeling of make believe.

You walked him through the dead streets of Yokohama; the man that promised to protect you from the past of where you two shared each other’s love in a romantic story.

He was now tipsy—a bit too tipsy to say the least—and keeping his head down as Dazai kept an arm slung around your shoulder, your arm wrapped around him to keep him steady, and you both walked down the sidewalk. Both of your footsteps were the only ambient noise that was audible. Peaceful, yet also terrifying, considering how late the night was.

“I’ll walk you home,” you insisted.

“You remember my place?”

You exhaled deeply. “Yes, Dazai. I was your girlfriend for how many years now?”

“Over two, my bellado—”

“I told you not to call me that. We aren’t dating anymore,” you interrupted him with a sigh. He laughed at that and you rolled your eyes. “And yes, I remember your place. I stayed over so many times, do you not remember?”

“Of course I do!” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before you scoffed and turned away.

Both of you walked, arms were thrown around each other, and you weren’t going to lie to yourself that you enjoyed the company of your ex-lover right next to you. He started to sing his typical ‘double suicide’ song (the one that you always threw a pillow at him before in the past for annoying you consistently every time he pranced around your presence with that song on full blast from his lips) though this time, you weren’t annoyed.

Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal.

You found yourself smiling as you both stopped at an intersection. You eyed the traffic light above you; street lights flickering as the bars raved on. Scrunching your nose, you both made your way across the intersection—arms still tangled with each other and the alcohol was arousing the air as Dazai continued to sing his song. City lights blinked as both of you made your steps; the clock ticks down much quicker than you’d think, and the ambient noise of drunken men inside the bars became a mindless fog to you.

Dazai’s footsteps came to an abrupt stop. His soft gasp filled the other bits of quietness in the air. He had no explanation escaping his lips except for a giddy smile and Dazai tugged on your hood, causing you to look at him with a puzzled—and slightly annoyed—stare. You always knew your ex-lover was reckless, dumb, and yet he still held his maturity high like no other when it came to loving you.

He grabbed your hand, connecting your fingers with his, almost as if you were the missing piece and both of you blushed at the touch. Though you found yourself turning away when it came to him smirking at your reaction, yet you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at the sight of pink painting his already flushed cheeks; eyes swirling in adoration mixed with the bittersweet of alcohol that stung his throat.

Quickly, Dazai dragged you close to the park that rested in the middle of the city; cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year, where you watched the petals flutter down onto his dark hair that flowed with the wind. He looked gorgeous. Dazai always did. And he turned to you—a cheeky grin was drawn on his face and fire lighting his eyes; a gentle flame, nothing was causing it to grow except the stare you gave back at him—before he pulled you close to his chest.

Ooh, ooh, yes I’m the great pretender.

“Osamu.”

“I remember when you said my first name so smoothly,” he noted, leaning down to kiss your head as you were almost being suffocated by the faint cologne that lingered on his vest along with the tan coat that he always wore. “I miss those days, you know?”

You didn’t know what to say until he slowly caved his arms around you, tightening the grip and you were certain that you were drowning in his chest—in a good way, you guessed—but for some reason, you didn’t want him to let go. The feeling of being wanted, and you knew Dazai missed you. Hell, everyone knew he missed you so damn much, and having his close presence near you as the cherry blossom trees allowed their petals to swift along with the breeze, you felt as if the moment was too sincere and magical.

“You make me feel funny,” you murmured, attempting to push him away from his strong grip but he only pulled you in closer to him.

Dazai let out a breathy laugh. “Flustered, baby?”

“Do—don’t call me that.”

“Oh? But you were my baby, you know?”

You shook your head, burrowing your face into his chest. Deciding to give in and drown yourself in the scent of his cologne, you sighed. “I was, yeah.”

“You still are, you know that?”

“You’re an idiot.”

He chuckled deeply at your comment.

Just laughing and gay like a clown.

“Let’s sit down.”

Dazai nodded as you sighed, pulling away from him and darting your eyes around the park, eyeing the pink swirls in the air as you decided to walk towards the nearest park bench. He followed right after, hands dug deep in his pockets. You recalled a smirk on his face—he always had a smirk on his face every time he knew what he would do to you—and part of you wanted to smack him for that, but you resisted.

Sighing once more, exhaustion started to overwhelm your eyelids and you sat down on the bench. He sat close to you; fiddling fingers as he crossed his leg over the other and then leaned his head back. He stared up at the pinks dancing above you, following the rhythm of the wind and it was a recital for the both of you especially when you both stared up above, pondering about the thoughts of the show in front of both you and Dazai.

“I told you already that I missed you, right?”

You closed your eyes at his conversation starter before fighting back a smile. “Yeah,” you said.

“It was hard as hell when you broke up with me. Though I can’t really blame you for leaving,” he confessed, leaning forward as Dazai ran a hand through his hair, elbows resting on his knees. “I’m somewhat of a handle.”

You fought back a laugh and your eyebrows twitched. “Somewhat? You were one hell of a handful, sir. Excuse me.”

“You still loved me.”

Tilting your head, you fell for his flirty trap and then caved out a laugh. “Yeah, I did love you a lot even though you were an idiot.”

He faced you, raising an eyebrow with that smirk on his lips; it never went away. “What makes you want to call me an idiot all the time? I’m curious.”

“You always thought that no one would be able to see right through you and whatever you felt,” you explained and he straightened his back, a serious expression growing on his face. “But you never fooled me. No matter how many acts you pull for everyone else, you aren’t going to fool me.”

I seem to be what I’m not (you see).

Dazai didn’t say anything in response. Rather so, he only nodded and then gave into the battle; he laughed. He tried not to, but he ended up doing so anyway, and you raised an eyebrow at this. But Dazai knew he couldn’t argue with you—of course, you were right, as you usually were in the relationship with him. Yet he loved that about you, he always did, because when it came to you seeing right through the cracked mask that he plastered on his face for only others to not break in and see, he found it comforting to get closer to you.

Because you were home; a warm blanket over a night where the thunderstorm shook the house. That comforting feeling that he longed for and that he refused to speak up about yet hid so well beneath the shadows that he portrayed as he walked down the street, step by step; your presence allowed him to feel complete. Whether it was your quirky eye rolls at him or the joyous laughs that you’d sing out whenever his fingers trailed to your sensitive, ticklish spots so that he’d be able to hear you cheer on that beautiful melody—it did something to his heart.

Though Dazai never complained. He was complete with you. His heart was not hollow, and as he looked up at the cherry blossom petals, fading from his vision as they fell on his face, you laughed at that. And he noticed his heart was starting to beat faster every time you laughed—it only made it more obvious that he craved your presence again, and for some reason, he started to envy the swirling pinks for being more beautiful than him.

I’m wearing my heart like a crown.

You yawned, sitting down on the park bench as you eyed the petals of the cherry blossoms falling from the trees above. The night was dark. Yet the light pink swirling with brown branches above you was so memorizing to watch. Maybe it was the nicely decorated lights that were laid out on the path.

You didn’t know what it was that made the moment magical, but you found yourself lost in the colors despite that the sun’s lights were out. Turning to Dazai, who was sitting on the bench next to you, fiddling with his fingers, you watched his movements. Even after dating this man for a long time, you realized that you never knew what schemes he was planning or what thoughts would arise in his head—although, you always knew that he loved you.

And you always knew when something was up with him. Dazai. Out of all people.

Once again, you yawned and then clicked your tongue. That caught his attention. He turned to you, chocolate hair swaying along with the night breeze. “Sit closer to me,” you insisted, holding your arm out.

Dazai didn’t hesitate on this. He quickly leaned into your side and was taken back by your head slowly falling down to his shoulder. He looked down to see your palms resting on your knees, and part of him enjoyed this. Basking in each other’s presence like how it was before, and you were close to him—you reminded him of what it was like to live, and he wanted to embrace that forever—at least, that was his plan from before, but it had all ended too soon for him.

Sighing, he leaned into you closer, kissing your head and he felt a smile creep up on your lips. He noticed your flustered state and you shuffled your face into his shoulder. Cute. He smiled at this, continuing to place gentle kisses while the pinks above him fluttered down to the ground.

Oh. How he missed this. And now he was reliving the love he had for you.

Pretending that you’re still around.

Without warning, Dazai placed his palm on yours, and you found yourself gripping it back. He danced his fingers along with yours before he intertwined his with yours; a perfect fit to him. And you continued to bury your head further into his shoulder. Dazai found amusement in this; face still flushed from the alcohol yet he was immersed with the way that you behaved from his small touches.

“I miss you so much,” he confessed once again—louder and clearer this time. Dazai knew his limits with alcohol, and no matter how much it stung his throat, he knew he was capable of speaking these words to you. “I understand why you left but I won’t lie, it was hard for me to deal with.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could murmur.

“Don’t be,” he kissed your head again. “Like you said, I am a handful. I should be the one that’s sorry. So…” he placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze and you parted your lips in awe. He smiled at this; eyes twinkling from the soft lights on the path and happiness growing within his heart. You weren’t his anymore, yet you still looked at him as if you two were together like before. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you responded.

“I still love you.”

“I know.”

He blinked at you. “Kiss me, please.”

And you did. Lips connected with his; the taste of alcohol lingered on your lips but you didn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t shift in his position, and rather so, you both sat there underneath the petals drifting along with the call of the night, and you felt his smile intertwining with yours. You both missed this. Dazai wanted this—he needed this. You. That was who he needed.

Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal.

Dazai looked at you, lips parted in awe. Park lights glowed from afar, you could see the shadows on his face, and he continued to stare at you. The honey hues that you loved to see held so much vibrant moonlight. You have never seen him look so beautiful even after drinking the bittersweet taste of alcohol that tickled his throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he chuckled and you licked your lips at his compliment, awkwardly turning away. “No, no, don’t hide from me. Show your cute face to me.”

“Dazai.”

“I miss you…” he said, his nose brushing your cheek and you both turned to each other, eyes hooded to a near close.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to lean in again to kiss him. He felt his heart soar; Dazai’s hands move over to your hips, trailing his fingers along with your figure. So gently, so delicately, and so carefully. As if one movement was going to startle you, yet once the kiss deepened, he found himself gripping onto you tight, and then before you knew it, you found yourself nearly looming over him.

His fingers don’t stop moving though you didn’t find yourself stopping as well. You played with his hair as both of your lips danced with one another, clearly in a dream of desperation where both of you were laced in each other’s hearts—a love that was separated, but not forgotten.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered to your lips. You laughed and then he grinned. A cheeky one at that. And then he pushed you back to straighten your posture on the bench. Dazai smiled, placing a palm on your cheek and you found yourself placing your hand on it, swirling your thumb on his skin. “I missed you so, so… so much,” he sighed deeply, planting his face on your neck and you closed your eyes, humming to his touch.

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender.

He was intoxicating, but in a good way, oddly enough. The way that he kissed you allowed you to reminisce about the memories that you both shared together. It was hard to resist Dazai since he was a man that had his way with words to charm your heart along with the wiggle of his eyebrows as he attempted to throw an awful flirty joke—though whenever he kissed you, you were blossoming with a dream of romance. You weren’t dancing in an empty limbo; you knew Dazai loved you, and you knew he was true with his words as well.

No matter how much he pretended to hide his true emotions from others, he never hid the way he felt about you to others—to you. Just you. You.

“I missed you too, Dazai,” you said, petting his hair.

It was silent for a moment. He was calm. You felt as if the storm thundering within him was starting to fade away; soft ocean waves, this time, and he left feather-light kisses near the pillar of your neck. You sighed at his generous touch; his hands danced with your fingers as you both intertwined them together. Dazai was a work of art, and he was flawed, yet he was able to work his magic with you which allowed you to see him as a masterpiece that was only meant for you to view.

“Can we…” he whispered, hesitant all over his tone of voice. “Can we try again? Please?”

I’m wearing my heart like a crown.

You smiled, leaning your head into his neck now and you planted soft kisses on his skin this time. You felt him shift in surprise and you chuckled. His heart fluttered.

Pretending that you’re still around.

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“Yes," you breathed softly. “Let’s try this again, Dazai.”

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first dates with my faves 😁 : nanami, loki, mammon, arvin, peter maximoff, and 707: yandere edition

cw // forced kissing, guys having a weird thing for innocence, stalking, breaking in and stealing personal items, society, awkward dates, kidnapping, mild to extreme yanderes, shoplifting, unconsensual touching, implied murder, religion is used wrongly to control

nanami: expensive restaurant - is on edge after being forced to go (by gojo). he’ll be watching your every move: the way you talk, the way you sit, the way you excuse yourself. he’ll size you up: your dress, your shoes, your jewelry. god, youre so polite and so friendly, his heart warms at your smile. your mannerisms make him wanna grab you and just hold you close. you’d get your menus and he’d order, then he’ll look at you and you’ll only be able to open your mouth before he just orders for you. you’ll be surprised, but you won’t say anything. giving him enough information to know that you’re perfect for him. he’s not the type to kiss or take you home on the first date, nanami is a gentleman, but you...you’re an exception. he’ll take you to your front door before watching your eyes. he sees such an innocent shine and he wants to protect that innocence for himself. he’ll lean in, holding the back of your head, and he’ll force bring you into a kiss. you’ll warm up to him eventually.

“my tie would look beautiful around your neck, darling”

loki: reallly expensive restaurant - like nanami, he’d be watching your every move. he’ll treat you like you’re inferior to him. he does not wanna be on this date, so he’s not gonna treat you that well. he’s watching you in absolute distaste, hoping you’ll slip up so he can tear you down. watching the way your outfit hugs you, the way you pick up you utensils, the way you laugh every time he sneers at each course. halfway through the dinner, he’ll realize that he’s paying more attention to you than his own dinner. loki won’t wait for you to pick something to eat, not because he wants to see if you’re his type, but because he doesn’t care about what you want. you’ll eat what he orders, no exceptions. the more you go along with everything he says, the more he’ll start looking at you as more of a pet than inferior to him. at the end, if ur not absolutely done with the bs, he’ll drive to your place and look you up and down. as you squirm, he’ll smirk before pulling you into a kiss. you wont be able to fight the kiss, his grip on you strong. then, he’ll reach over, open the door, and tell you to get out. he’ll come back for later though when you’re least prepared.

“get your clothes, pet. you’re coming with me”

peter maximoff: shoplifting - he's all casual, looking to have fun. you walk in to the mall thinking you're going to go shopping as a first date, and he's gonna be late. he'll be watching you from afar to see if he likes you, first. he'll look at your outfit, the stores you go in, what kind of clothes you browse through. he'll speed in, grab your phone, and scroll through that. 30 minutes into your date time, he'll show up in front of you, dragging you off into one of the designer stores. its a test when he grabs the first shirt off the rack, he wants to see how you’d react. are you a prude or are you the one he's been waiting for? are you gonna get angry or just let him do his thing. he'll watch your face as he grabs more and more, seeing you react makes him chuckle. your face twisting in worry, glancing back behind your shoulder every time an employee walks over. he starts to enjoy getting you all riled up and anxious. he laughs every time you ask him to stop and tells you to just relax, he knows what he's doing. by the end of the night, your nerves are shot and you feel like throwing up every time you glance towards the bag of stolen goods. peter doesn't kiss you, but tells you he'll call you before speeding away and leaving you in the mall parking lot.

"don't worry, no one will find out what we're doing"

mammon: watching the stars - mammon will text you to meet him in the planetarium. he’ll have everything ready: a blanket, some snakes, and music. he knows you and he knows you love him already, this "first" date is just confirming to him that you're his. he'll be so sweet for the first time (and the last). he'll be complimenting you so much, calling you his sweet angel, his love, his lovely human. it'll be the little things though, that leave you on edge. the soft touches, the hand on the thigh, the hand too low on your back, the way he moves you to his lap. small things that leave you feeling gross. mammon would be so happy you choose him. he'd never show it, of course, but you'll see it with every hidden smile and the clammy hands. he'd tell you to lay down next to him and he'd force you to lay your head on his arm. every couple moments mammon would inch closer and closer, and soon you'll be a tangled mess of limbs. by the end of your date, mammon would be nuzzling into your neck and you're more rigid than a new pair of shoes. there is no walking back to your room with mammon, he'll keep you next to him till the next morning or take you to his room.

"you smell really nice. why're you moving away, come closer to me"

arvin russel: drive-in theater - arvin will come to your house to pick you up. he'll be jittery and the moment you climb into his car, he'll be heads over heels in love. your gorgeous smile, the way your outfit shines in the setting sun, the way your shoes sound on the dirt. he lives for the simple things that you do. he's seen you for 5 seconds and he's obsessed with you. he'll be a gentleman, getting out of the car to open your door, keeping his hands to himself the entire drive to the theater. you're so pure to him, so innocent, so clean unlike him. he'll be listening to you talk about your family and your life with so much attention. you'll blush when you finally feel his stare, but he'll just tell you to continue, saying that he likes hearing your voice as he drives. if you confess about someone that has hurt you, he'll store that information away, and reach for you hand. he'd glow if you accept. once you reach the theater, he'll go and get snacks, locking the doors just in case. by the time he's back, the movie would have started and you're engrossed in the movie, he'd watch you for a little while. the way your eyebrows furrow, the slight bit of your bottom lip, and he'd smile when you tense at the sound of him opening the door. you'll lean on him, sending his heart into a fit. he'll hid his smile with his hand as your grip on his other hand tightens. when the movie ends, he'll drive you back and you'll both talk about the movie. he'll walk you to your door. you'll stare at each other, blushing, before he leans in and you follow suit. to arvin, you both fit together perfectly. once he leaves you, he'll go take care of anyone that can stand in his way.

"you hurt her. you hurt my girl... you're gonna have to pay for that."

707: picnic in the woods - the both of you were on house arrest to stay away from the agency’s radar, so when seven saw the chance to finally take you on a proper first date…he took it. he wants to treat you like the princess you are, even if you weren’t that willing to be with him. he’d set everything up before the date and make saeran drop u off. he’ll meet you at the start with a trail of roses. he’ll have a hand on your arm the entire time to make sure that you don’t stray from the path, and once you get there, fairy lights strung up on the trees, a red and white plaid blanket laid carefully in the middle, cute cat plates, and a picnic basket overflowing with food. as much as you hated being around your obsessive lover, you couldn’t help but be in awe of his hard work. he brought food that you’d enjoy and different games to play as you guys talk. saeyoung would make your date the most aesthetically pleasing. from the cute summer dress he forced you to wear to the cakes in wine glasses, he’d make it a date fit for a princess. he’ll watch as you eat, taking note of the way you cover your mouth to hide your smile. he’ll watch you the entire time in awe of your beauty. no matter what you’re doing, saeyoung will file it away as beautiful. seven would notice how you watch him carefully as well, it seems like you’re planning your next move, but as you get up, he’ll pull you flat on the ground. his arms would wrap around your waist and you’ll hug him back. he kisses you with a passion, pressing against you, trying to show you how he feels without words. your knight… your savior… your god wants a kiss in return for protecting you. how can you refuse?

“i am your god, mc. i’ll always protect you.”

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