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aqueeracademic · 11 months

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morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 17:

season 5, episode 1, “Muse”:

note: this episode deals with some really dark topics; i don’t really get into it in this post but be wary of the content

- okay season 5‼️‼️

- let’s get gay

- this guy seems a little young to be a professor

- oh he isn’t a professor he’s just some guy

- i want to live in a windmill tbh

- strange playing the trombone agenda!

- pause did morse not move to london?

- me when i have no clue what’s going on

- DETECTIVE SERGEANT?????? ULTIMATE PAUSE

- HE PASSED HIS SERGEANTS

- shit i guess he stayed

- living with strange! besties 4 lyfe

- these umbrellas are doing nothing to keep them dry

- the way debryn is giving his analysis directly to morse 🥰🥰🥰

- bro knows morse is the only one who’s gonna pay attention tbh

- about WHAT morse situation 🤨🤨🤨🤨

- i love frazil she’s always rooting for morse

- hello who tf is that

- george fancy

- WAIT

- i cant experience the george fancy story again.

- can’t handle it.

- “i’m used to working alone, sir.”

- no ur not morse u just miss jakes

- WHAT. SITUATION.

- oh

- okay

- so they’re just not gonna move him 🙄

- made me panic for no good damn reason

- morse is so disrespectful to fancy and for what

- “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” “my job.” 😐

- i forgot i also hated fancy for a long time

- morse was right ‼️

- “hard to get, eh?” why don’t you! shut your mouth!

- “you have no idea.” “i like a challenge.”

- WHY DONT YOU! shut up ❤️

- in fairness morse was really upfront with george about his expectations so after a certain point it’s george’s fault for being a dumbass and annoying him

- that’s just me tho!

- okay ew i did not need to see debryn pull that spike out of the dudes ear

- i am experiencing debilitating heart burn right now i think im gonna die

- anywho

- thursday just roasting the shit out of nero while morse stands there like 😮

- JOAN ‼️‼️‼️

- omg she’s back

- morse is so awkward 🙄

- morse is just… drinking milk. just a glass of milk. like 🥛. im disgusted

- ayo

- body took me by surprise to say the least

- morse is getting awfully comfortable looking at dead people

- i feel like fancy is already a lot like jakes and that’s what’s irritating morse

- he keeps asking questions the same way jakes did

- it’s different though because fancy is asking because hes ignorant, not because he’s challenging morse

- and morse is irritated because jakes was an intellectual challenge

- he had to be certain before presenting anything to jakes because jakes would ask questions to force him to prove it or think it through all the way

- fancy isn’t challenging him intellectually even though he’s taking jakes’ spot

- and morse doesn’t want a replacement he just wants jakes

- ykwim??????????????

- great!

- moving on

- “dipped his quill in any ink pot.”

- bro was a whore

- i’m also assuming he was a lil…. fruity

- but don’t ask me for proof! i operate on vibes and vibes alone

- the way i thought that glider was small 💀💀

- it was literally carrying around an entire human being

- “i don’t think she likes men.” “maybe it’s just you she doesn’t like.”

- morse is SO catty i love him

- he clocked that guy as a scumbag and just ran w it

- IM DYING at morse saying what shade the lipstick is and debryn instantly knowing the line it’s from

- that’s a little 💅

- i’m just saying

- for this time period?

- also the silence after he says it 💀

- and morse just carries on 💀

- i love debryn

- george is doing his best tho

- morse just misses jakes and doesn’t want someone else hanging around and i’m SICK OVER IT

- morse watched that entire strip show and for what 😐

- you could have just gone straight to the dressing room babes

- the way he doesn’t check her out ONCE when she stands up

- respect 😔✊

- i’m watching this on amazon and the amount of times the captioning has said [inaudible] is killing me

- AYO eve is gorgeous

- i know that’s the point but like goddam 😭

- “he’d seen me dancing.” “stripping.”

- morse ur being annoying

- they’re dancers whether or not they take clothes off and ur stripping them of their dignity by belittling their careers

- there’s 0 reason to slut shame them for dancing even if it is stripping

- don’t be a dick ‼️

- naur why was morse the one to uncover the body 🥺

- i literally hate him and then immediately feel terrible for him and love him again 🙄

- i’m weak what can i say

- the way morse looks at trewlove during the interrogation and she’s just like 😳

- girl didn’t want to know a singular thing about morse’s sex life

- straight up trapped

- i’m honestly confused how fancy forgot to get the contents booked

- like you went to do it right away

- did you just?? stop? doing it???

- and then morse just covers for him to thursday to keep him in everyone’s good graces

- he’s sooooooo

- ugh.

- if there’s an opportunity to be self sacrificing he’s gonna take it and i hate it

- because being self sacrificing IS the example he sets fancy

- and we all know how that ends up

- i love it when morse is alone in the nick and opera music is playing

- it makes me think that it’s playing in his mind

- like he is constantly hearing opera when he’s working even if it’s not playing

- he’s just hearing it

- i love it

- a touch of the tism perhaps…

- ^me projecting

- that student that morse keeps talking to about the life model? the one w the blonde fringe? yeah! he’s gay.

- once again, no proof. vibes and vibes alone!

- GO CASS GO!

- out ur husband as a con artist!

- werk

- ooo dr croxley is gay for sure

- i’m so low on actual queer content from this show rn i’m just assuming every single side character is gay

- “i beg your pardon?” “you can beg my fat ass!”

- ROAST HIM FRED!!

- get his ass

- thursday has absolutely zero reservations about this shit i love him

- this is reminding me of the riot club tbh

- idk if any of you have seen that movie but the group of men behave just like the riot club

- morse giving a theory out and then bright going “and the rest?” and him being like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ is SO REAL

- some of these episodes have so many characters, and i am so bad with names, i’ll get to the like one hour mark and have no idea who anyone is talking about anymore

- joan and thursday speaking for the first time in like a year is… hmmm

- she used to be such a daddy’s girl and now she hates his guts i am WRECKED

- dhmu 😔💔

- “that was quick.” “you asked for it.” “you’re a good sergeant, jim. good man, too.”

- you tell him thursday!

- me when i’m a jim strange STAN

- i’m nervous why is the music so scary

- oh literally nothing happened

- she just invited him inside

- he’s gonna sleep w her huh? 🙄

- he’s a slut

- i read the books! i know!

- “save it for your clients. i’m immune.”

- first of all, morse, we ALL KNOW that that isn’t true 🤨 no need to lie 😐

- “you’ve got need coming off you like a junkie gouging for a spike, but you won’t do anything about it.”

- this line is ABSOLUTELY INSANE i’m going feral

- like why would you say that 😭😭😭😭

- oh my god his face while she’s offering herself to him is so 😧

- i can’t do this tonight ✋😁

- the way he backs away from her when he starts to figure her out

- he’s so scared

- all the time!

- i hate it here

- sidebar:

- this is literally the plot of the riot club

- like what happened to the women and how the men behave and the fact that the men were scholars and it’s an elite group and they all call each other by different names

- it’s literally the riot club

- a movie i HATED and did not finish btw

- this is open riot club slander that movie was terrible

- feel free to watch it if you don’t believe me tho!

- but anyways this feels like the aftermath of that movie

- these girls are right and should be allowed to get away with it tho

- morse should have just pretended to never figure it out and let her get away with it

- i erased this episode from my memory this shit is so hard to watch

- justice for ruth astor.

- i’m sobbing my eyes out right now! literally sobbing.

- morse slut shames these girls the entire episode and then feels terrible at the end as he fucking should

- i hate men.

- just throwing in the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at the end????

- like hello?

- idk if that’s supposed to feel random but it certainly does

- ok that episode traumatized me

- on to the next!

#this episode was a lot for me #certainly a very dark way to open the season #endeavour #endeavour itv #endeavour morse #morse #itv endeavour

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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re: ao3 isn’t a social media site and this new generation of… i’m not even going to call them writers because most of what they post on there barely qualifies as writing, it’s akin to the meme-y bullshit you’d see top trending over on wattpad for no reason because that too is a story site

i’m starting to be a little reluctant going on ao3 anymore even, all because of that and most of what i said in the previous post.

the other day, when i announced my hiatus, i just so happened to see a post talking about me and you-know-who, someone who follows her and stalks me because of course, lamenting why i don’t just give up already because like loving the dead has 7000 reads now whereas dead man walking and blood & chocolate have a tenth of that, with an implication that the algorithm must have some kind of fault to raise her up but not bury me—fic people in 2023 have this annoying mindset that “you have to say something nice or don’t say anything at all!” okay, fine, i won’t, seeing as you’re going to be totally belligerent about it out the gate.

but, sir, or ma’am, let me spell this out for you to understand. ao3 does not have an algorithm. it’s an archive—it’s even in the name, for god’s sake, archive of our own. because of the absence of an algorithm, reads are practically meaningless on ao3. she could get millions of reads and it quite literally wouldn’t make a difference on there. and arguably, reads on wattpad don’t really matter, either, because they are all about making money. they see shit on there with thousands of hits and all they see is dollar signs no matter how terrible and/or plagiarized it is.

it’s all so influencer-y, and you know how we (and by we, i mean people like me, who’ve been acquainted with sites like this for a long time) all love those.

“it has 7000 reads”, so? that’s not the work of an algorithm, that’s people going back and revisiting it to bump up the read count thinking there’s an algorithm. that’s also why temple’s fics have gotten nowhere on there, too: she never tags her fics properly so they sink like a stone.

either you and everyone else who’s gotten an account on there since 2020/2021 don’t understand how archives work and tiktok has completely scrambled your brains into thinking all sites move so quickly and all sites operate by algorithms and likes thereby artificially creating a vacuum, or you simply fail to see this because you’ve been conditioned and you refuse to think critically. except i think petty scumbags like her with egos the size of planet earth really will cater to your gullibility and make you believe that reposting shit and dragging out petty drama when i stopped caring a long time ago for as long as possible is the right thing to do when i really don’t understand what she’s trying to prove when it’s pointless. and no, if anything, if i recall correctly, that’s actually against ao3’s terms of service. only repost if you absolutely have to, like what i did with blood & chocolate. and if nothing else, if the t.o.s. doesn’t forbid that, it’s just bad etiquette, like i’m somewhat surprised no one has said anything about it to her or temple because she’s reposted a few things, too (probably because she sees that “hate mail” but i can’t really say for certain. i gave up trying to dissect her logic a long time ago and i still can’t crack it 🤷🏻‍♀️).

the other thing to drive this home is look at this:

that’s just one example, too, there’s posts like this all over the place there, mainly in the band tags, which i find really interesting. yes, i’m as kinky as the next person but this is what i’m talking about with this new influx of users treating the place like just another social media site. listen, i come onto a site like ao3 like i’m going to the library or the bookstore, (especially where i live because the library in town completely sucks and i have to drive 50 miles just to even see a barnes and noble), not because i want more ~~~~m U t U a L s~~~~ good lord, you guys have seriously made that word and the word “partner” radioactive to me, like i’m going to die a slow painful death if i get exposed to enough grays of either one.

wattpad started falling victim to this about three years ago, except there you get shit like this taking the top spots in the tag and they rake in the money: on ao3, it just falls down the tag when a fic updates and it just winds up taking up space and it looks really bad as a result. yes, i opened up the death and exodus tags for you to have more people to hit you up, yes. you’re fucking welcome 🙃 (grateful i haven’t seen one of those in the testament and/or a.s.t. tags. the day there is, it’s all hands on deck.)

i’d say go to fetlife or, um… hello? WRITE A FIC THAT CATERS TO THAT KINK??? but i guess that would be asking too much, though, because not only does no one in this current generation listen but they apparently can’t read and string a coherent sentence together if the prevalence of “or whatever’s” and the like is anything to go by. and it’s just too much work, too, you’d be pulling from your trauma too much, it would hurt too much so you gloss over details and i feel incredibly short-changed—I don’t know if it’s because i’m older and in a different headspace, but i can’t be the only one who finds this weird: you put yourself in writing, absolutely without question, but heaven forbid anyone doesn’t like it. not everyone is going to like or understand you, and not everyone is as hypersensitive as you are that critical thinking goes right out the window, that’s just life. and storytelling is incredibly therapeutic, too, i speak from experience on that.

but really, when my mom was at her at-home job last year, she would get callers from around this age group (teenagers to about mid-20-somethings) and from what she’s told me about them, none of these people could speak coherently and they couldn’t think of the simplest things. “it’s this or something, whatever.” It’s the exact same story here. it makes me wonder when was the last time anyone in this age group has read a physical book, or a newspaper, an actual newspaper. when we were in monterey this past weekend, there were newsstands everywhere, and yup, you guessed it: most of the stacks of newspapers were fresh and full. most people are not buying them. most, anyway.

i see shit on twitter saying, “gen z is returning to physical books and flip phones from the 2000s!” but you look to find the gen z people they interviewed were well off to begin with so that’s not a good statistic to draw from, and where can you even find a flip phone anymore? i haven’t seen one of those in almost a decade. a digital camera, you can find, but i wouldn’t know where to find a flip phone anymore. the legit writers from this group that i do find every now and again are out there, but they’re not very visible. i have to sift through the inane illiterate bullshit that’s all but obliterated the very craft of writing a damn good story as well as my hope that i’m not really alone in this.

(or they follow the green druidess thinking she’s out here writing gone with the wind when her writing has gotten so bad in recent months. really, state of euphoria had what it had but i could follow it easily. i read like loving the dead out of morbid curiosity and i don’t remember anything that happened in that chapter.)

#just wanted to post this #ao3 #ao3fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic writing #wattpad #rants #rant #tumblr update #text #ao3 tags #ao3 stuff

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claudemblems · 3 years

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Hi :D. Hope u are doing well! I would like to request Levi, Gojo and Yuki Soma reacting to their s/o crying? Their s/o is a literal ray of sunshine, so they are sad seeing her crying while she thinks no one is listening🥺 thanks friend♡

Thank you so much for putting Yuki in the request because I seriously love him so much, I have a huge crush on him hehe :3

Levi, Gojo, and Yuki Seeing You Crying | Headcanons

Levi Ackerman

You are so, so precious to Levi 🥺

Sweet and innocent people like you are a rarity in the world, but on top of that, you chose to love him of all people? He’s genuinely honored

And that means he will protect you like his life depends on it

He knows you well by now, so well that he notices even the slightest change in your mood, your expression, or your tone of voice

He’s quick to pick up on it, but he won’t go and press you about what’s going on. He’d rather just let you come open up to him when you feel ready

But then he finds you crying and you can almost hear his heart shatter

First thing he asks is if someone hurt you. If the answer is yes, Levi will track down the scumbag and teach them a very public lesson on discipline

If you’ve just been holding in your feelings because you’re afraid of burdening those around you, part of Levi will feel ashamed. You’re supposed to be able to confide in him about anything, and yet there you were, putting on a brave face for him

It crushes him to see you so distressed, and he can’t help but feel responsible for it. If he had paid more attention to the signs you gave, maybe he could have prevented this from happening

Immediately grabs you a cup of hot tea and takes you somewhere private, holding your hand and reassuring you that he’s listening

He asks Erwin or Hange if they can handle his work for the rest of the night so he can stay next to you. Even after your tears have dried, he’s far too anxious to leave you alone again

He promises you that he’s always there to listen, and reassures you that you are anything but a burden. He loves you and is honored to be your one and only

When you’re finally back to smiling and laughing like usual, you’ll find Levi hiding a smile of his own

Gojo Satoru

When Gojo finds you in a ball on the floor, crying your eyes out all alone, his happy-go-lucky demeanor instantly switches to concern

One of the reasons the two of you get along so well is due to your similar personalities, though Gojo is more on the goofy side rather than the “sunshine person” side

But he’s not an idiot and he knows that you’re not a happy person 24/7, and it only breaks his heart to see you feel forced to put up that facade

He’s not just concerned, but he also feels incredibly guilty seeing you like this. Maybe he didn’t make it clear enough that you could come to him with your burdens, so you ended up internalizing them all instead

If he could he’d slap himself hard across the face

God forbid someone made you cry because Gojo will not even hesitate for a second to show them the power of a pro jujutsu sorcerer

But however he can help, Gojo will gladly do it. If you need a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to your troubles, a bouquet of flowers brought to your door, all you have to do is ask

He becomes a lot clingier towards you, and the other teachers get annoyed thinking that he’s just trying to be a show off like usual

But it’s because he’s keeping your issues a secret between the two of you. He has no desire to involve anyone else (even if he thinks their friendship will help) if you don’t want anyone to be aware of what’s going on

You’re the one precious thing Gojo has, and he will risk his life if it means keeping you safe and smiling

Yuki Soma

Yuki loves that you’re such a bright and positive person—you’re like Tohru in a lot of ways—but he knows that behind every perfectly put-together person is a past of pain and suffering

He’ll catch onto your slight changes in mood a lot quicker than others will, and he does his best to let you know that you don’t have to hide behind a happy persona with him

Trust him, he knows how it feels for everyone to expect you to be perfect

But all the trauma he’s gone through doesn’t even begin to compare to the despair he feels finding you crying your heart out with no one there to comfort you

He’s already sworn to himself that he will never let you end up going through the suffering he’s endured. He won’t allow anyone to harm you, to keep you locked up all alone, messing with your mind and slowly breaking apart your spirit

If Akito even entertains the idea of doing something to you, all hell will break loose and Yuki will teach Akito not to mess with his girl

In an odd way, it’s kind of comforting to see Yuki fight for your sake, fight to see you happy and smiling, helping you experience a better life than he’s been given

Even if he manages to comfort you and make you feel better, he has a hard time getting any sleep. He’s constantly worrying if what he did was enough and if you were just lying to not make him any more concerned

So he spends a lot more quality time with you, showing you through his actions that he cares and wants you to feel comfortable opening up to him

If you’re with him before the curse breaks, he’ll offer to hug you even though he’ll transform afterwards. Gosh this boy just wants to hold you in his arms so badly

He reminds you that he loves you, flaws and all. You love him knowing he’s not a picture perfect prince as the whole school seems to believe, after all. Your mutual acceptance and love for one another is what brought you together

So don’t hide your burdens from him. Let him help you shoulder them

#claudemblems writes #aot x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #fruits basket x reader #yuki x reader

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otomae-game-lover · 2 years

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hi :D i absolutely love your work and i had this scenario last night about mammon rummaging through mc’s stuff and found a really expensive looking necklace and decided to sell it but then soon feels so guilty about it once he found out that the necklace was the only thing mc had left from their dead mother? and i was wondering if u could make hc’s of how the brothers would react? it’s okay if u don’t want to tho no pressure !! <33

Notes: This was one of my earlier requests. Sorry this took so long. Also sorry for how short these are. Genuinely couldn't think of anything long for this.

Warnings: Theft, threats. Not proofread.

LUCIFER:

-"Maaaammmooon" can already be heard from his study after the message comes in.

-He wouldn't punish Mammon now as the second born needed to get your necklace back.

-So he sends a text to Mammon saying that the necklace better be back before dinner or else he'll be hung from the ceiling all night to morning.

MAMMON:

-He's scared and for once not of Lucifer's punishments. Well yes, he was scared of that, but he was more scared of you hating him.

-You hate him, right? Of course, you would. He stole your mother's necklace and sold it. Even without Lucifer's threat, he still would have gone to get it back.

-He returns with the necklace and apologizes to you profusely.

LEVIATHAN:

-His first reaction is to call Mammon scum and insult him.

-He doesn't really go to comfort you since he's worried about somehow making things worse.

-But if you need a distraction to pass the time while you wait for the necklace to be returned just know that his room is open for you, MC. You can choose which anime to watch or what game you wanna play.

SATAN:

-Really, he knew Mammon was low but to steal something with that much of sentimental value? He really earns his scumbag title, doesn't he?

-All his brothers knew you were angry, but Satan was the only one to know just how furious you were. He's the one that decides to help you deal with your anger.

-Do you want to rant about it to someone? He's all ears. Do you need to take your anger out on something? He'll hold up a pillow and let you punch it repeatedly until you tire yourself out.

ASMODEUS:

-His first reaction is to call Mammon scum and insult him 2.0.

-He remembers how mad he was when Mammon had stolen his necklace before! Sure his didn't hold any sentimental value like yours did, but still!

-If you want to complain to him, his door's open for you, MC. He'll let you rant and complain to your heart's content all while he helps you relax.

BEELZEBUB:

-He feels sympathetic towards you. His family is the most important thing to him so he understands how losing your late mother's necklace would upset you badly.

-Checks on you to see if you're okay. He also brings you some of your favorite snacks.

-He didn't think Mammon would actually ever steal from you of all people but it turned out he was wrong.

BELPHEGOR:

-His first reaction is to call Mammon scum and insult him 3.0.

-Suggests you take a nap with him to help you feel better. There's a human world saying to not go to sleep when you're angry, but forget that.

-If you agree, he'll make sure your dreams are pleasant ones. You'll feel a lot better by the time you wake up and by then Mammon should be back with the necklace.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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at least i have the memory

character: takami keigo | hawks

genre: smut with the teeniest, tiniest hint of angst

notes: for @babyybitchhh & inspired by a dm they sent me at exactly 3:58 am <333. uhhhh is this set in the i can take you there universe??? quite possibly. do u need to read that monster before reading this??? absolutely not!!! this also isn’t the scumbag!keigo i’ve been working on ehehe i just kindaaaa banged this out last night in a bit of a frenzy, so!! why is it always keigo + touya at a house party lately????? | title credit: thinking bout you by ariana grande lmaoooo

warnings: 18+, noncon, drugging, implied stepcest

words: 3.3k

synopsis:

“Here, let me,” he’s saying as he takes you from Touya, wrapping a firm arm around your waist and supporting most of your weight as you lean against him heavily. “Go,” he nods in the general direction of the voice still hollering for your niichan. “Duty calls,” he pauses, and the two men share a look before Keigo laughs easily. “Don’t worry, I’ll put her to bed,”

You’re snuggled up on Touya’s lap when things begin to feel off. He’s throwing another one of those stupid parties, with too many people you don’t know crowding the main floor of your house, one of those dumb parties that you’re never allowed to invite any of your friends to, where you’re forced to share your niichan for the night with all of these dumb people.

“Dumb,” you whisper, mumbling the word against your step-brother’s neck.

He hums a little, breath hot on your cheek. “What was that, princess?”

Your head rolls from one side of your neck, and then the other, then back again, a weak imitation of shaking your head. A soft, nondescript noise sounds from the back of his throat and you try to raise your head, to look him in the eye, struggling with the simple motion.

Because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to keep your head up anymore, whining a little as it falls forward again, forehead resting against Touya’s shoulder. It’s just so heavy; your neck can barely bear the weight any longer, and with a tremendous amount of effort you’re able to loll it back—too far back—or to the side, yet ultimately incapable of holding it up, of holding it straight and steady.

“Oh, I think the princess is sleepy,” Keigo’s singsong voice floats through the air, tickling your ear and making you wriggle. Touya chuckles, sitting up a little straighter as large hands readjust you in his lap.

“Is it bedtime, baby?”

“No,” you mumble, though you’re fairly sure the word just comes out as a petulant sound.

“I think it is,” Touya continues, ignoring your little noises and standing, letting you drop down his body and placing you on the floor gently. You sway a little, vision fading in and out of focus, and try to shake your head again, the motion sluggish and delayed.

Someone calls Touya’s name and he swears softly under his breath, looking towards the voice and then back at you. Trying to blink up at him, your eyelids simply fall shut, your brow furrowing cutely as you work hard to force them back open.

Something isn’t right.

“Goddamn it,” Touya sighs, oblivious to your struggle and raking a hand through his hair. “Princess, hey, look at me,”

I’m trying to, you want to snap at him, frustration bubbling up in your chest as you finally pry your eyes open again, wincing against the bright light of the living room.

Touya starts saying something, but you can’t focus on it, can barely understand him, his voice sounding muffled and distant as you concentrate on purely keeping your eyes open.

No, something definitely isn’t right, but your hazy brain can’t seem to figure out what it is, barely able to form a fucking sentence now, any word you try to speak coming out garbled and near unintelligible.

Keigo’s reaching for you, and you make grabby hands at him, suddenly craving his heat, an abrupt, insatiable need to be close to him blazing through your veins.

Cobalt eyes dart between the two of you, sharp and analytical. You’re nuzzling your face into Keigo’s chest—God, he smells so good—and he’s chuckling a little, thumb rubbing little circles into your hip. Touya makes a soft noise; a coo, you think, though you can’t be bothered to look, too enticed with Keigo to expend the immense amount of energy it takes for you to move any part of your body.

“You sure?”

“Yeah man, it’s no big deal. I’ll tuck her in and stay with her until she passes out—I know the way she gets,”

And as if on fucking cue, you whimper, little fingers tangling in his t-shirt as you pull, trying to get closer. Christ, Keigo could kiss you right here and now for unwittingly playing your part so goddamn well, for fortifying—validating—his plan that much more.

“Poor thing,” he looks down at you, trying to force the shit-eating grin off his face. “She’s exhausted, can barely even stand—Really, I should get her to bed,”

Touya’s teeth nibble at the inner skin of his lip, cerulean eyes studying your face carefully, half hidden in Keigo’s chest, before he finally sighs, shoulders deflating a little.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks, Kei,”

“Don’t mention it,” he responds lightly, waving a hand dismissively. He glances back down at you, golden eyes glittering, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright kitty kat, let’s get you to sleep,”

M’not tired, you try to tell him as he scoops you up into his arms, but your tongue feels like a slug in your mouth, heavy and wet and slimy and not doing what you want. Keigo chuckles a little at you, tells you you’re cute, especially when you’re like this, and you want to question him, try to question him, but you tongue barely even moves, only wiggling a little in response.

Something soft, something almost cloudlike is placed under you—no, that’s not right, you’re being placed on something feathery, something fluffy, little hands smoothing down the material as your head falls to the side, rubbing your cheek against it.

“You always get a little catlike when you’re like this, didya know that?”

Keigo’s standing over you now, face partially shrouded as he stares down at you, eyes a pair of shimmering topaz in the darkness. Your forehead crinkles a little, lids falling a bit in a poor attempt to narrow your eyes.

Like what?

The question is fleeting, merely floating through your mind for a moment before you’re captivated by the calloused hands sliding up your bare thighs, legs falling open automatically as you whine a little at the sensation.

More.

The word drifts through your mind slowly, languidly, and you swear you can see it in the air, swirling around Keigo’s head, wavering and wiggling a little. A soft giggle slips from your lips, eyes squinting as you watch the fading word, head foggy and feeling like it’s been stuffed with static. But you’re unable to grasp it; it slips away too easily, just passing by, really, just out of your reach—

“What’s so funny, pretty girl?” Keigo’s asking, a smile on his lips, revealing white teeth that gleam in the pale moonlight spilling through your window, sending shivers skittering across your skin.

It doesn’t sound like he expects an answer, not that you’re in any state of mind to give one either way. His hands have pushed your dress up around your waist now, revealing your panties to him as he kneads your hips mindlessly, fingertips running across your tummy, exploring the supple flesh.

“Just gonna make you a little more comfy, kay? Take this pesky dress off,”

He doesn’t wait for any sort of response as gentle hands curl around the hem, tugging the dress further up your body, a tender palm helping you lift your head a little as he removes the garment completely.

It’s cold, and you whine a little about it as you shiver, wanting to wrap your arms around your torso, but they’re too heavy for you to lift by yourself, whimpering up at Keigo who glares down at you with a sharp smile, mockingly cooing at you.

Honey eyes scan your body once, completely, from head to toe, and he sucks in a sharp gasp through his teeth as his eyes roam.

It’s risky—he knows he should probably fuck you with your dress on, or at least one of those cute, expensive nightgowns Touya always spoils you with, or something—but the adrenaline buzzing through his veins only heightens his senses, makes him feel giddy with the thought of Touya catching him defiling his precious baby sister.

The bed dips as he perches on the edge, palms running over your smooth skin, chills forming in their wake. He snorts to himself, skilled fingers tweaking a peaked nipple, the action causing your nearly shut eyes to open again.

“K-Kei?”

“Yeah, it’s me, baby,” he murmurs.

“You stay?”

“Just for a little,” he promises, eyes glinting in the low light of your bedroom. His gaze glides down your bare chest and to the waistband of your panties; cotton, pink—not that he expected any less—trimmed with lace and adorned with a pattern of blooming roses.

“Aw, these are so cute,” he breathes, a smirk spreading across his lips, his thumb caressing your clit through the thin material.

A little whine escapes your lips, body instinctually arching off the bed, hips involuntarily pushing towards his hand, desperately seeking more.

“Wh-What—You…” you trail off, blinking your heavy eyelids, trying in vain to force them to stay open.

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart,”

And his voice is so low, so soft, makes you want to do anything for him, makes you sure you would do anything for him, anything to get him to continue talking to you in that hypnotic, melodic voice. Eyes finally slipping shut, you give in, and his fingers circling around your swollen clit and playing along your clothed slit feel so good, sending tingling warmth shooting through your veins, a smoldering desire for more encompassing your body.

But then sapphire sears through your mind—burning, blazing, glowing sapphire—and your heavy lids lift again, just enough to make out Keigo’s silhouette.

“Niichan?”

“Shh,” he hushes you as his fingers push the fabric aside, the pads of his fingers swiping along your slit and collecting your wetness, pussy fluttering around nothing eagerly. “Don’t worry about niichan, he’s busy. You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Your head is nodding—slow, jerky movements up and down, up and down—even though you never told it to do that, and you stare up at him with glazed eyes, pupils blown to hell, breathing escaping your parted lips in shallow little puffs.

God, what he’d fucking give for a photo of you like this, quietly berating himself for leaving his phone on the couch downstairs. He’s barely touched you yet and you already look so fucked out, gazing up at him with bliss, adoration, like he hung the moon and painted the stars himself.

Something prods at your hole—a finger, you think, maybe two—and pushes in slowly, Keigo’s dark eyes glued to his actions, huffing out a curse when he reaches the second knuckle.

“Christ, baby, you’re already so fuckin’ wet,” his eyes flick over to your face, taunting smile gracing his lips again. “Were you thinking about this, hmm?” the fingers curl almost vengefully, and you mewl, hips rolling up. “Are you really such a good little slut, like Touya always says you are?”

Humming an affirmative, you whimper out his name, burying your face in the mattress as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding against his palm in an almost frantic manner.

He wishes he could take his time with you, wishes he could tease your cute little hole until you’re positively sobbing, cheeks shining with tears and sweat, begging him to just let you cum—you’d look so pretty, he just knows it.

But he doesn’t have the time to daydream—he’s already wasted a bunch of time just staring at you, entranced by the way your lips have been bitten swollen, little tongue peeking out as his fingers curve inside of you, pulling the most adorable moans from deep within your throat, strings of drool dribbling from your mouth, pooling in a small puddle and soaking your bedsheets.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, compliment slipping from his lips seemingly without his knowledge, most of his focus captivated by the way he’s rapidly pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his digits gleaming with your slick.

His voice is off, you think. It doesn’t usually sound that soft, that hoarse, does it? Fingers curling scatter your thoughts and your back arches, little pleads falling from your lips. You’re not exactly sure what you’re saying, babbling out a steady stream of words that just sound like smothered nonsense to your ears, but Keigo seems to understand, laughing and nodding.

“You don’t wanna cum on my fingers, songbird?”

No, God no, s’not enough, want more, need more, please, please, more, more, more.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he huffs, but he’s got that smile on, the genuine, easygoing smile, lazy and effortless and so perfect slapped across his face, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, just a little, revealing glossy, sharp white teeth—a more sincere version of the smile you know has broken so many hearts in the past.

Hips are between your thighs now, and you can feel the head of his cock nudging against your hole as large hands force your legs to bend, folding them up on either side of your torso and instructing you to be a good girl, hold yourself open for him.

He didn’t prep you enough—doesn’t technically have the time to, not the way he’d like to, at least, though he’s not sure your greed would’ve let him either way—so it burns a little as your cunt struggles to accommodate his girth, tiny whines escaping your lips.

You’re doing so good, baby, take my cock so well—

The words swirl around in your head, dense and echoing through the space around you, a little pout forming on your lips as you try to place the voice—voices—saying them.

It’s praise you’ve heard before, so many times before, in situations exactly like this one, and your foggy mind has a difficult time telling whether it’s niichan saying them or Keigo. It sounds like both, but…

No, niichan isn’t here. He’s busy, like Kei said.

But the praise, the voices, murmured in the same soft, adoring lilt, makes your stomach churn painfully, something akin to guilt, dark and sour and heavy, taking root deep in the pit of your belly and spreading quickly, beginning to infect the surrounding organs.

The bottoming out of his cock shatters your focus, snuffs out that guilt in an instant, burning it to ash in the fire it ignites, now blazing in your tummy and spreading, higher and higher and higher with each snap of his hips until it rushes through your veins, alighting your entire body as you writhe beneath him, his thrusts working up a steady rhythm.

“One day, I’ll get to fuck you properly,” he grunts, ramming into you hard and fast. “One day, I’ll spend hours eating that sweet lil cunt of yours, one—fuck—one day, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk,” he’s panting now, getting chatty the way he usually does when he’s close, a truth you’re sure of, even though you’re unable to discern how. “You want that, baby? Huh?”

And the whine you emit, high and needy and broken up by his harsh thrusts, is much too loud; he’s positive anyone standing down the hall—maybe even anyone on the top floor of the house in general—would be able to hear you, a fact that only works to inspire him to fuck more of them out of you as his hips gain speed.

It’s stupid—he knows it’s stupid, it’s reckless, it’s dangerous for the both of you—but he can’t stop, lost all control of his body, his actions, his entire fucking mind, as he pounds you hard enough to shove your whole body up the mattress, basking in the beautiful cries he rips from your throat, mingled with your pitiful attempts at pronouncing his name, coming out in airy little K-Kei’s.

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, tearing through your convulsing body and splitting it in two as your nails dig into the flesh of your shins, fluttering little hole forcing a hiss through his clenched teeth.

He’s praising you, you think, though you can barely hear it over the blood rushing in your ears, your mind gone absolutely numb—everything’s numb, body heavy and boneless as sore fingers unclench from your legs, head hazy and vision fuzzy around the edges.

Your throat feels raw and dry, and you wish you could do something to silence the rough whimpers he’s quite literally fucking out of you, powerless to stop them from leaking out of your lips as your vision whites from excessive pleasure; so much, too much, it hurts, Kei!

But he isn’t paying attention as he grunts in time with his borderline vicious thrusts, breathing rough and erratic as his hands fist in your soft bedsheets—never gripping your hips, always careful not to leave any marks, any evidence of his presence—emitting a low, throaty moan that breaks off into a whine as his hips stutter and then still, cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix as his cock pulses, spurting ropes of thick, hot cum and stuffing you full.

He’s panting as he leans down to crush his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, breath hot against your face. You use all of your strength to meet him, mouths slotting together messily, coating your lips in sticky saliva.

He tastes like sunshine—pure sunshine, you’re absolutely sure of it—syrupy sweet like toffee and fiery like spicy cinnamon.

“Oh yeah?” he breathes out a small chuckle, shaking his head a little as he sits back on his heels, gentle fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your limp legs. “And what, exactly, does sunshine taste like, songbird?”

“You,”

“God,” he snorts, rolling his eyes while he uses your panties to tenderly wipe away his cum oozing out of you. “Even high and fucked outta your mind, you still manage to be so goddamn cute—it’s a gift, sweetheart, a talent, it truly is,”

Soft giggles bubble past your lips, a few mumbled words sandwiched between them as he finishes buttoning up his jeans, stuffing your soiled panties in his back pocket. Keigo’s fairly sure you’re talking about how tired you are—you always get giggly like this after he fucks the life out of you—so he hushes you gently, nimble fingers carding through sweaty hair as he pushes it back from your face.

“Rest now, angel,”

“Want you to stay,” you pout, and he frowns for the first time tonight, molars grinding together as he exhales a deep, controlled breath through flared nostrils.

He fucking hates it when you do this, when you ask—sometimes beg—him to stay the night, and he swallows thickly, shaking his head and ignoring the pang that sears through his chest, a feeling he’s come to know intimately.

“You know I can’t,”

“Don’t care, wan’you to,”

“I can’t,” he snaps, and his harsh voice feels like a slap to the face, stinging your flushed cheek. Your nose twitches, bottom lip jutting out as your chin begins to tremble, and he sighs, pushing both hands through his hair. “I can’t,” he repeats, much softer this time, fingertips tracing the lines of your face in a tender caress. “I…Want to. You know I do,”

The confession spills from his lips in hushed whispers, entirely without his consent, and he’s not even sure you heard it.

“Soon? Soon, then?”

And you sound so small, so fragile, it nearly breaks his fucking heart. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you no, not when you’re gazing up at him like that, hope and desperation overflowing in your shining eyes.

You won’t remember a thing come morning, anyway.

“Yeah, songbird, soon,”

“Promise?”

Choking back the acidic bile rising in his throat and eroding the back of his tongue, he nods.

“Promise.”

#takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo smut #takami keigo #todoroki touya #aaaaah y’all so sorry i just couldn’t resist making him a leeeeettle bit soft <33 #anyway sugar i hope u like it and i hope it makes you smile <33333 #it really isn’t anything special; just a lil something yk???#sending u tons of love!!!!!!#tw drugs #tw stepcest

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bestiepetedavidson · 3 years

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Can I request hcs what Pete would do when you're standing in the middle of the night at his door, after a break up with your now ex boyfriend? Thankss ❣

yes! this game me inspo and i’m going to try to do a written-out story if that’s ok! :)

a/n: y’all this is the first story ish thing i’ve ever written so i apologize if it’s really bad/cringey! i feel like it’s extremely choppy but idrk how to fix it. constructive critism/suggestions/etc is ALWAYS appreciated! thank u! <3

song to listen to: i’m thinking adore you by bestie harry? idk it just fits hehe

tw: angst? i think? idk this is my first time writing this much lol. some strong language. ending with fluff :)

it was almost 3 am on a saturday night, pouring rain and thundering, and you were left crying on your now ex’s doorstep. you ran into your car, soaking wet. your boyfriend/girlfriend of 3 years, the person you were gonna marry- had just dumped you. they cheated on you with your best friend.

you had no one to talk to and nowhere to go. you’re pretty introverted, and the only people you really had were your ex-best friend, your ex, and your friend pete. and pete’s friends too, technically. they were mainly his friends but you would all hang out together, none of which you felt comfortable enough to go to.

you called pete- no answer. he probably still hasn’t left 30 Rock. but anyways, he had a lot on his plate. you continued to bawl as tears rolled down your cheeks and your mascara smudged underneath your eyes. you broke down and you couldn’t stop. he/she broke your heart into a million pieces in the matter of seconds. the past 3 years of your life had gone to waste.

you decided to just drive. you didn’t have anywhere to go because you were staying with him/her. you just drove around aimlessly for 20 minutes, still crying the whole time. then, you got a phone call. “pete”, your phone read. thank god. quickly, you pulled into a random grocery store’s parking lot. you picked the phone up and your bluetooth connected to your car.

“y/n” pete said. he sounded tired.

“yeah?” you responded, still crying.

“what happened? is everything okay?”

you tried to explain what had just happened, but you were too much of a crying mess for him to make out anything you were saying.

pete, confused, told you “y/n, i’m sorry, i can’t understand what you’re saying”. he took a deep breath, and continued. “do you want to come over? i just got home from work. we can talk it out”. his voice sounded worried

you agreed and hung up, and set your google maps to his apartment address. you started to blast a random spotify breakup playlist and drove.

a little later, at around 3:40, you finally made it. still soaking wet from the rain, you took the elevator up to his floor. you had somewhat calmed down, but you looked like you’ve been through a trainwreck. you knocked on pete’s door and he opened it to see you in your current state. the moment you saw him you just broke down, and he pulled you into a hug without saying anything.

so there you two were. just standing in the middle of the building’s hallway, hugging. in the middle of the night. he didn’t care that you were getting him and his clothes wet, and he didn’t care that he couldn’t go to sleep. he was simply focused on you and what was going on. he softly rubbed your back, and every time you would start shake uncontrollably again, he’d just hug you harder.

eventually, he suggested going back in. “y/n, let’s go inside and sit. you can tell me what’s going on and i’ll do my best to help.”

he held the door for you to go in, and you walked in and sat on his couch. he sat right next to you and there was a moment of silence before he decided to speak up. “hey.. y/n look at me. please.”

his words only made you cry more. he place his hand on your chin and slowly lifted it, giving you a slight “please tell me what’s going on” smile.

you took his hand off of your face and held on to his thumb. you were luckily able to get a hold of yourself and explained to him what had just happened, crying in between sentences. he didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. he stayed there and listened to absolutely everything you had to stay, his thumb still in your hand. by the time you were done, any trace of makeup that was still on your eyes was a done deal, and it was all smeared on your cheeks. he took a deep breath and gave his opinions.

“wow.. y/ex/n is a fucking scumbag. no like seriously, what the actual fuck. who would do that? and especially to someone like you.. y/n you deserve so much better than that piece of shit. fuck him/her.”

you cried, and responded with “no, he/she’s right. i wasn’t worth it and y/bsf/n is so much better fit for him/her. she’s so much prettier and smarter and just better”

pete took a second. “y/n that is so fucking wrong. you can’t say that about yourself. you are beautiful and smart and amazing in every single way. anybody would be lucky as fuck to date you.”

you simply shrugged, he knew that he couldn’t technically change your mind and that you weren’t in a state to really believe that, so you just let it be. he took both of his hands and cupped your face.

“you are perfect.” he tried to wipe your cheeks with his thumbs but it only made things worse, spreading it all across your face. you looked across the room at that large mirror he had hanging on the wall and went “ah”, making fun of the way he made it look.

“hey, at least we have matching raccoon eyes now” pete said, smiling. to that you giggled, and he responded with “gahhh, there’s that smile i love”, as he hugged you again.

still sniffling but now with a smile on your face, you whispered “thank you” in his ear.

“anytime. and listen, you don’t get to talk about my best friend like that.” he responded

sending him another smile, you went to his bathroom to wash your face.

best friend, he said. nothing more.

while you still loved your ex boyfriend/girlfriend, you always secretly had a crush on pete. it was ever anything you would’ve acted on though. first of all, because of your friendship. you wouldn’t want to ruin the way things were. second, because you were dating someone. you loved them and you wouldn’t just cheat... but apparently they would. and did. third, you had just had your heart broken. you were in no state of mind to just go and admit your crush. but god, was it tempting. and it’s not like if you were to, you would want to start dating him. he most likely wouldn’t like you back, and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to date. you learned that you needed to take things slow, and pete knew that about himself too.

you walked back out, and you noticed that pete was in the kitchen, making tea. he knows that you love it. he saw you glaring and smiled, going “what? you love it.” you started to giggle because pete is absolutely not a tea person, but the gesture is just so cute. “shut up,” pete jokingly went, “we’re watching spongebob to help calm you and you’re sleeping here tonight”

“oh petey! how you’re just the sweetest!” you mocked him, smiling at each other.

you went to his closet to get a bunch of blankets, and soon enough, y’all were sitting & cuddling on his couch, watching spongebob on his couch, drinking tea, and cuddled up in a multitude of blankets. you were still worn out from sobbing and very tired, but. it was the perfect comfort spot. he always knew what to do. he was your comfort person.

he started smoking a blunt, (that’s pete for you) and he offered if you wanted a hit, but you declined. smirking, he decided to put it out. after an episode, it was already 4 am. you knew he was tired and so were you, so you suggested going to sleep, but pete insisted that y’all finish the episode. neither of you were really paying attention but it was kind of just playing in the background.

pete starts talking about random stuff going on, life stuff, making little jokes, the SNL show that he just did, etc etc. he’s sitting back on the couch and you’re on his side, head on his chest. you’ve cuddled platonically before so it’s nothing new. you’re both watching the screen and going in and out of conversation. at some point, you lift your head up off his chest, and you just stare at him while he’s continuing his story. he doesn’t really notice you getting up, and continues to talk about a recent standup he did.

watching his face, his jaw moving, talking, the way he speaks and the way his voice sounds, something changes in you and you feel the urgent need to kiss him. he notices that you’re looking at him. he turns his head and looks down at you. the second he notices that you’re staring at him, his words slowly fade out and he just looks into your eyes, forgetting what he as saying before. you’re still in his arms, but your head is up and you’re just staring at each other. there’s about 5 inches between your faces, and your heart starts racing. his does too.

“pete” you quietly whisper.

he softly presses his lips into yours and you kiss him back. his hand runs through your hair. his lips are perfect and it’s like you two were made for each other. the kiss lasts for like 10 seconds, and he slowly pulls away. you’re both at a loss for words, and you’re still staring into each other’s eyes. pete, breathless, quickly glances that the digital clock underneath his tv.

“wow,” pete says. “i’ve been waiting for as long as i can remember for this to happen and it happens at 4:20,” slowly creeping up a smile.

“i kno-” you start to respond, when you fully realize what he just said. you cackle out and can’t stop laughing, neither can he.

you pull him back into you as you’re both still giggling and you softly make out for a little longer. eventually you fall asleep in his arms, right on his couch. with spongebob still playing in the background :)

i hope u enjoyed my very first mess of a story <3 requests are open!

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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This took forever…  (Click for Quality!)  SO! I finally got a proper fully colored drawing of my Obey Me MC! Character info + her relationship with the bros under the cut so I don’t clog up the tags!

Character info first!

Himiko is the third oldest in a family of seven sisters and is arguably the most responsible of the bunch. You could say she’s the Lucifer of her family, but if you’d like to continue living I’d recommend against saying that.  

She puts on the facade of a proper and polite lady but deep down she’s hiding a metric tonne of snark and sass, and even deeper she’s hiding a caring older sister type who would take a bullet for you.

You may be asking yourself, why is she wearing a devil horn headband? The answer? Spite. She was wearing it pre Devildom too so it has nothing to do with the boys!  

Her family is *incredibly* wealthy, so while she did learn a lot of things, it’s kind of turned Himiko into a bit of a dumbass when it comes to normal everyday household things. Ask her how to understand the political history of Japan and she’ll give you a five hour lecture on the topic, but ask her to cook dinner and you’ll need to call the fire department.  

Her birthday is December 25 and she’s 20 years old at the start of the game.

Himiko has… problems with emotional intimacy. She’s never really had the opportunity to really bond with anyone outside her sisters, so the idea that she could ever care deeply for someone that ISN’T family is absolutely terrifying to her. (Welp, bad news for her because she’s about to be forcibly adopted into a family of crazies)  

When she first got dropped into the Devildom… Hoo boy… her entire life she had been put on a pedestal and no one other than her sisters had dared to say ANYTHING critical of her in her presence and now she’s figuratively AND literally at the bottom of the food chain… let’s just say reality hit her hard in the face.

Relationships!

Himiko thought Lucifer was the one sane person in the entire House of Lamentation. That opinion did NOT last long. After the first attempted murder and the shit he said at the retreat, Himiko and Lucifer’s opinions of each other were in the gutter. Then the London trip happened! Their opinions of each other rose! Then the first timeline’s Belphie incident happened and oh wow would you look at that, back into the gutter. Damn. FINALLY, after all the time travel shit, they both think of each other as a pain in the neck, but if anything happened to the other there’d be blood spilled. It’s tough when Himiko’s biggest flaw is her own pride and she’s actively needling the Avatar of Pride.

Mammon was Himiko’s worst nightmare made reality. This person, widely regarded as a scumbag moron was supposed to protect her??? Uh uh. No. Mammon thought that Himiko was the human embodiment of annoying. At least till the Goldie hostage situation, Himiko mainly went along with it because she wanted revenge for all the eating-related threats and name-calling. Now, Himi’s way to prideful to ever admit this buuuuuut, she was incredibly lonely during her first week. She needed a friend and she needed one FAST. Before the two needed to binge TSL, Himiko took Mammon shopping under the guise of needing him to carry her shopping bags, and ended up buying him a sick new jacket and sunglasses. You can buy affection right? Apparently. Or was it the compliments she gave him while she was making him try on the jacket? We’ll never know for sure. Listen, just because the two of them want to spend a lot of time together DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER ALRIGHT?! HAND HOLDING SHOULDN’T MAKE HIMIKO THIS NERVOUS UGH-

W E E B P O W E R U N I T E! Well, not at first. Himiko’s a closet weeb! She probably teased the crap out of Levi about how much he obsessed over his “totally stupid” anime. It was all fun and games until Levi walked in on Himiko watching Sailor Moon. “YOU LIKE ANIME?!” “N-NO!” “YOU’RE AN OTAKU TOO!” “W-WAIT! NO I’M NOT!” “WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE ANIME????” “…Madoka Magica.” Now the two are anime and gaming buddies! At first Levi was miffed about Himiko’s rampant hypocrisy buuuuut they both moved past it for the greater anime good.

Satan and Himiko’s joined energy is too much for Lucifer to handle. The two are constantly pestering him to let them get a cat, and they somehow found the time to collaborate on a 50 slide PowerPoint presentation on why Lucifer would suck 55% more if he didn’t let them get a cat. At first, Himiko was low-key intimidated by Satan, and he generally seemed pretty disinterested in most of the shenanigans she got up to until they made a pact. Now they’re pretty good buddies and think quite highly of each other.

Himiko: The circumstances of one’s birth is irrelevant, it’s what you do with your life that matters.

Satan: Thanks Himiko. That’s nice of you to say.

Levi (whispering to Himiko): Are you quoting Mewtwo???

Himiko (whispering): Shut up! It’s making him feel better isn’t it??

If this were a musical, Asmo definitely would sing a rendition of Popular with Himiko. Before the pact was made, Himiko *really* wanted to be Asmo’s friend but would never admit it, his sass was impeccable! Asmo thought Himiko was cute yeah, but nothing special. After the pact, total besties. It takes a true friend or a certified insane person to tell the Avatar of Lust that the shade of blue he’s going to go clubbing in isn’t doing him any favours and he should change into different shoes. The Himi/Asmo duo is to be feared by all who come across them.

For the love of all things good in the world DO NOT LET BEEL AND HIMIKO NEAR YOUR FRIDGE! At the start, Himiko found Beel’s near constant eating annoying as HELL. Like, he’s the avatar of gluttony but all that *gross* junk food must be wreaking havoc on- Holy shit junk food is amazing. After the hiding Luke incident where Himiko’s big sister instincts ™ kicked in and she got between Beel and Lucifer, Himiko had to come to terms with the fact that she may *actually* care about some of the people she had met. After all the other shenanigans, Beel is basically her thousands of years older little brother.

Belphie… hoo boy… strike one: He took advantage of Himiko’s rarely seen sweet side. Strike 2: he fuckin killed her dude! Belphie is yet to hit strike 3. I like to think there’d be a mini lesson between 16 and 17 where the two hash out their issues. After that, their relationship is probably the closest to an actual sibling relationship. They annoy and tease the everloving shit out of each other but if anyone messes with one of them the unfortunate soul will have to deal with the other AND Beel.

I might do the undatables if anyone actually cares and I’m not just talking to a brick wall lol. Thanks for making it this far and reading all my OC brainrot!

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mammonruinedmylife · 4 years

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FINALLY a fellow moronsexual :') I see the askbox is open so if it's ok can I request a mammon fluff? Maybe the reader being so affectionate with him and heart eyes everywhere and praises 24/7 and he's just mammon.exe stopped working bc no one's ever done that?? Kudos if there's hurt/comfort lol gn!reader please and thank you! Hope u have a nice day!

I’m really sorry for taking so long! It’s finally here!

I developed ped more the idea of hurt/comfort than the affection one :x I hope this is going to be okay. Tell me what you think about it! It was really nice to write and to imagine, I was smiling the whole time cause that’s really something Mammon needs!!

Moronsexual united in loving the shit out of Mammon

I hope the grammar is okay

***

Mammon had enough.

One more time, his brothers have been treating him like garbage, their words harsh, rushing to him like a flow of sharp knives - hurting him deep inside. If usually he did not say a word and just remained silent, taking each words, each insult silently to himself, this time it was too much.

All of his brothers somehow ended up in a bad mood and were all lashing on him - as if he was the punching bag of the family despite the fact that (this time) he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to deny that sometimes he steals (or at least tries to…), lies or even scam a demon or two… However, today he just went with a regular and plain day, going to RAD, partially listening to the lectures, coming back home to make himself a cup of his favourite instant noodles and that was it. And yet, they all went berserk on him, even though he absolutely didn’t understand why.

Sometimes, Mammon would really prefer to be tortured all day by Lucifer rather than listening to their rambling about him for hours, internalizing each of their words as a sad and hurtful truth. Words were his weakness. If he could easily dodge a plate thrown by Levi or a vase by Satan, the only way to dodge insults was to run away from home - which he usually did.

This time, however, he did not know why, but when the final insult hit him - broke him for real, he ran away to MC without even thinking.

A sudden burst startled MC while they were playing that famous Otome game everybody was talking about. Mammon quickly came in and closed the door as fast as he entered, standing there panting as his back rested on the wooden material that separated him from his hell and his paradise.

MC knew him very well now, perhaps a bit too much. They could discern his footsteps from each of his siblings’, could tell whenever he got home by the way he slammed the door closed and of course, tell by his face whenever he was in big trouble or not. This time, it seems, something really bad happened.

“Hey Mammon, what’s wrong?”

The voice alone of MC filled him with relief and made him melt on the spot. Their concerned gaze stuck on him, the thought that someone could genuinely care about the scumbag he is, was giving butterflies in his belly - he did not know why but these feelings were as pleasant as troublesome, which is why he directly put on his Tsundere mask: to prevent him from looking vulnerable in front of them.

“Nothin’! Ya think think The great Mammon could be bothered by something? Well, ya’re wrong!”

Even if Mammon was usually good at lying to scam people, when it came to his feelings, he absolutely did not know how to hide them - especially to MC.

They did not say a word for a few seconds, observing him from head to toe. Something was off, and they could feel it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure of it, now play with me. I’m bored!” With nothing else, he grabbed the small bicolored console and sat next to MC who went along with his act. If he didn’t want to talk about it after all, perhaps this would make him feel better.

After a few minutes of playing, laughing and competing together, their good time was interrupted by MC’s DDD message sound.

As MC paused the game, they grabbed the phone, seeing directly Leviathan’s name displayed on the screen.

[Leviathan: ‘Have you seen Mammon?’]

It started to make sense now, Mammon had been once again in trouble with his brothers, and he came to take refuge in their room.

“Mammon, why is Levi asking me if I’ve seen you?”

They could clearly see him tensing up as they mentioned his brother, stuttering as his eyes looked everywhere but into theirs.

“I’ll answer that you’re not here only if you tell me what happened.”

He was a real stuttering mess as this point. If there was something he definitely didn’t want to do, it was talking about how his brothers treated him. Putting words on that would do nothing but make it real and even more painful. Though, the idea of seeing a angry Leviathan bursting in and ruining this quality time with MC didn’t appeal him either…

“Fine, but instead tell him I left home.”

Mammon directly resumed the game, trying to avoid as much as he could the subject - but failed miserably as he felt MC’s gaze pressuring him as they fully turned towards him to face the demon.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell ya.” Putting the device next to him, he didn’t move a bit as he knew he wouldn't be able to look at them straight in the eyes.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong, I was only mindin’ my own business when they all started to mess with me and callin’ me names. I was only in my room but they all came after one another to mess around.” Maybe, just maybe he would like to say this is unfair. But like his brothers always say, he is nothing but a scumbag - so why would that not be fair?

“What exactly did they say?”

“I can’t even remember everything!” He started, passing a hand through his white hair. Instinctively, he cowered and he kept talking. “Belphie said I’m a waste of space… and Asmo that I couldn’t possibly be his brother”

Heavy silent took place in room. Mammon felt his eyes tearing up the more he thought about it, and felt even more ashamed to look so weak in front of his human.

“Do you think I’m a scumbag, too?” He asked, fidgeting with his DDD.

“I mean…” His heart sank hearing the beginning of their sentence. Of course they would think that too, he is nothing but Mammon the scumbag, the clumsy one who does nothing but stealing, a waste of space and air. “You’re not a saint, but you’re not that bad either.”

“Ah?” Totally dumbfounded, Mammon was now looking at MC.

“You’re a demon, Mammon. Not an angel, at least not anymore… But that’s not the point. What I mean is, your brothers are the ones to talk, they are in no way better than you.”

Taking a deep breath, they stopped themselves for a couple of seconds, carefully thinking about their words.

“But you know, I don’t think you’re a waste of space. I mean, you’re staying in my room most of the time. Do you really think I’d let you do that if I considered you were? Come on, I enjoy your company!”

MC quickly got closer to Mammon, ruffling his hair as an angelic smile was plastered on their face.

“Don’t you dare believe their words cause they’re all pure bullshit! Sure, you’re not perfect, but you have tons of qualities too!”

He couldn’t even keep up with his tsundere act anymore, he was just standing there, mouth agape, eyes wide open. He was the living version of a computer’s blue screen.

“Listen to me” they started, poking his chest. “You are amazing and very sensitive, that’s very cute! You’re also very quick to learn when something interests you. Also, you’re caring too, even if you’re looking for money… Remember that one time you helped Belphie opening that jar? Or when you bought Levi something because he was sad? See, that proves you’re not as bad as they say. Besides, you’re funny and kind with me too - so don’t think so low of yourself cause you’re The great Mammon after all!”

Now, the final move that would end Mammon - he felt himself engulfed by MC’s scent, feeling their skin on his, their warmth surrounding him. Was that.. a hug? Yes it was, and Mammon cheeks were painted a bright red while so many feelings were killing him inside.

None of his siblings has ever been so kind to him, yet alone shown so much affection. He couldn’t bring himself to speak even if he deeply wanted to, but eventually he got used to the sensation and let himself sink in MC’s touch. Was that how it feels to be loved and cared? If that was the case, Mammon never wanted to let MC go, and to tell the truth, after this day, Mammon would be even more clingy than usual. No matter what his brothers told him, no matter the names they called him - everytime he saw MC’s face, his mood would lighten up.

“I am The great Mammon!” he’d say.

“And I am The great MC!” They’d add cheerfully.

“Ya got it, human!”

If he was their first demon, it appears that MC was his first love, and he was going to keep them in his heart forever.

***

Hehe the end is kinda cheesy

#Obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #Shall we date #Obey me mammon #Mammon #obey me one shot #obey me imagines

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atinybitofau · 4 years

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W O O Y O U N G ⟼ office au

WHERE YOU TWO WERE PAST LOVERS

a/n: my writers drought has ended bois lol

• “B-But sir.”

• “Don’t but sir me.” he wags a finger at you. “You need a vacation, y/n. I can’t have you working night and day coming in here looking like a complete trash bag.”

• you stare at him,

• at your boss in complete and utter disbelief.

• “Excuse me?”

• “Y/n.” Wooyoung shakes me in my chair, not necessarily as aggressive as he did months ago. “I’m saying this as your boss. And not as your past lover—“

• “You mean sex toy.” you correct making him roll his eyes.

• “Whatever you want to classify yourself— fine. I’m saying this so you could get some rest. You work too hard for me.”

• you raise an eyebrow at him.

• knowing Wooyoung for too long.

• you can’t believe he’s being so kind.

• after all,

• he did only use you for sex.

• “Are you sure this isn’t your subtle way of saying you need to get a good fuck and don’t want me around?”

• “Ugh.. yes?”

• Wooyoung feels bad.

• actually feels bad for being THAT guy.

• the guy that fucked you without feelings.

• no strings attached.

• but he just can’t like you like that.

• he’s only seen you as you are.

• his hot-as-fuck secretary with a rather obedient personality.

• “Wooyoung. As much as I appreciate your concern,” you jokingly smile pushing him away. “I don’t mind you finding sexual release elsewhere. I couldn’t care less. What we had is over. Plus, I’m here to work. Not to pine for your dick getting shoved down my throat.”

• he’s always found you quite enticing nonetheless.

• albeit, sometimes infuriating—

• but someone he felt comfortable talking to.

• “But still.” he leans against your desk pen in his mouth and arms crossed over his chest. “You deserve a break.”

• you sigh resting your head on the back of your chair in thought. “Maybe I do.”

• yeah maybe you do.

• work’s been a load.

• so has the overwhelming amount of papers.

• plus...

• Song Mingi has been trying to ask you on a date since last September.

• which he’s been doing for 4 months now.

• “So.. when can I start?”

• your vacation’s great.

• you think that maybe Wooyoung’s right.

• that you really did need this shit.

• how nice it felt to sleep and drink without knowing you’d have to wake up early the next morning.

• “Hey beautiful.”

• you lean against the doorframe smiling at a beaming Mingi.

• “You’re here early.”

• “Wanted to take you out for breakfast too.” he smiles as you let him in. “Did I bother you?”

• “No.” you sigh. “But I’ve gotta get these reports to Wooyoung before he has a panic attack at the office.”

• Mingi was his best friend.

• this could end bad or good honestly.

• but let’s hope Mingi doesn’t find out.

• let’s hope he doesn’t already know.

• “That’s okay. I’ll go with you. How does that sound?”

• terrible.

• “Perfect.”

• you think Mingi is too though.

• he’s such a good guy.

• not competitive and far from what Wooyoung wants from you.

• he even holds your hand the whole time on the way to work.

• talking endless amounts about his work travels.

• knowing you’d be interested.

• the employees at work seemed to be stunned by Mingi’s arrival.

• another CEO hand holding with you.

• none other than a notorious best friend of your own boss.

• “Woo, I have those reports you needed me to bring.”

• “Oh thank god, you’re here. I was about to— Mingi?”

• Wooyoung’s disheveled.

• looked like a whole trash bag without you working at your desk.

• and yeah he’s regretted ever giving you the vacation.

• wishing you’d still be his eye candy and doing half his job for him.

• “What are you doing here man? I haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”

• you look between the two.

• nerved by the sweet interaction.

• you don’t know why.

• but it felt like an ex boyfriend facing your new secret boyfriend who also happened to be his best friend.

• when that’s not even close to being the case.

• when you shouldn’t care at all what Wooyoung feels about it.

• “I’m taking y/n out on a date today. Been trying to ask her but she’s been so busy, she didn’t have the time.”

• Wooyoung stops.

• feels like hell froze over at his reply.

• ice cold.

• untamed by his jealousy.

• “W-What?”

• you hand Wooyoung the papers you need to drop off and pull Mingi away before he notices.

• not sure why he reacted like that either.

• “Um. We should go, huh, Mingi?”

• Mingi smiles at you and returns his hand in yours, eyes gazing down at you fully blasted.

• “You hungry that much?”

• you forget that Wooyoung’s even there.

• smiling at Mingi as he holds your hand.

• cause this was on the list of what you’ve been needing on a vacation.

• someone who would actually treat you like a woman and not like a toy.

• but Wooyoung’s about to combust.

• thinking he’s going to kill Song Mingi.

• and he can’t explain why just—

• can’t stand the fact another man has you wrapped around his finger like that.

• not when it should be him.

• “Why didn’t you fucking tell me Mingi’s been trying to snatch y/n all this time, San?”

• his adjacent friend who stopped by chuckles. “Hello to you too, cock sucker. What stick went up your ass that you have to yell this early in the morning?”

• he pulls at his hair, elbows on his desk when he thinks about it again. “The fact that Mingi walked into my goddamn office this morning. Hand holding my secretary for fucksake! That’s what stick got shoved up my ass. And that you and the guys have probably been planning my demise.”

• San rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky I haven’t told them about your scandalous affairs with her in the first place. What’s it matter to you anyway? You just wanted a good fuck from her, right?”

• wrong.

• but he thinks he knows San’s right for the most part.

• “Right! But that’s why. I can’t just share my sex toy.”

• San dead pans at Wooyoung.

• disgusted that his best friend was a complete idiot.

• “Has it ever occurred to you that y/n is a human being with feelings? And that she has all the right to date Mingi if she wants? And that you shouldn’t give a shit for that reason alone if that’s the one you’re gonna come up with.”

• Wooyoung’s a jackass.

• for not only using you as a sex toy.

• but for fucking around with your feelings.

• “Shit.”

• San sighs. “Yeah shit. Mingi is the last person in our group who’d ever use her the way you did. So if that’s what you’re worried about then—“

• it’s not though..

• it’s really not.

• “Would you believe me if I told you I liked her? For more than just sex. That I see her for more than just that? That I actually like talking to her, being with her 24/7. And that I don’t always want to pin her to her desk every time I see her?”

• “No.” the older shakes his head with a faint smirk. “Absolutely not. Because if I were you, instead of sitting here moping about someone else getting your girl, I would run out of here and tell her that. Change her mind about you before she actually does fall for someone else.”

• Wooyoung nods at San. “Thanks man.”

• “Go get her tiger.”

• San’s smiling like the little devil he is as Wooyoung runs out.

• shaking his head in victory.

• before texting Mingi,

• destroy-man-whore-Wooyoung is a go. I repeat, mission destroy-man-whore-Wooyoung is a go.

• “Everything alright?” you ask Mingi when he receives a text, mouth partly stuffed.

• he smirks at his phone before smiling at you. “Peachy keen, baby girl.”

• you eye him weirdly and think..

• Mingi’s been off since the office.

• staring at his phone for the past hour.

• he’s been nice and all but you can’t help but feel he’s lacking.

• like, the teasing you get from Wooyoung.

• the jokes.

• the undoubtedly horrid insults.

• you enjoyed those.

• because it made the relationship entertaining despite the intention.

• Wooyoung was just someone you felt comfortable with.

• maybe more than just a fwb or a boss.

• “Mingi, do you think I’m dateable?”

• he swings your arms from side to side, enjoying the small crowd of people as you walked back to your place.

• “Course.” he acclaims. “You’d be lucky to be anyone’s girlfriend.”

• “Is that why you’ve been trying to date me?”

• he chuckles at that with a nod. “I guess you can say that.”

• you do think Mingi’s not right for you.

• that maybe..

• you need someone with Wooyoung’s caliber to make your life as coordinated as you make his.

• as his secretary it was something you had to do.

• now it was just..

• something you want to do.

• you feel a weird ache in your chest when you think you want Wooyoung to return it.

• that not in a million years would you expect to think you wanted Wooyoung like that.

• “Mingi.. I had fun on our date and everything. But I think— OH MY GOD WOOYOUNG WHAT THE HELL?!”

• you pull at your boss’ sleeve shirt.

• in attempt to get him away from Mingi after he lands a solid punch on the side of his jaw.

• the older looking at the smaller stature man in shock.

• “Okay.” Mingi cranes his neck. “Okay pipsqueak. We get it. You don’t want me to date y/n but don’t ever fucking punch me again.”

• “Then don’t ever fucking lay a hand on her again.”

• you stare in bewilderment.

• fascinated you must admit.

• for Wooyoung’s bravery and possessiveness.

• “What the hell, Wooyoung?”

• “Shut up dumb bitch, I’m trying to be a man right now.”

• you scoff rolling your eyes and let him continue anyway.

• “Okay, now look Mingi, I don’t know if you knew this but me and y/n have been having an implicit relationship—“

• “A sexual relationship that’s clearly over.” you correct making him shove his hand over your mumbling mouth.

• “— yes our relationship and I don’t appreciate you trying to interfere. That only I will be the man to sweep y/n off her feet. Not some gentleman scumbag who’ll treat her like a princess.”

• “Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

• you gargle again when Wooyoung covers your mouth more.

• “I will do whatever it takes to be what this woman wants. Because not only do I love her but I appreciate her with every god damn muscle, fiber, cell, bone in my body and that I’ll give her anything she’ll ever ask for from here on out. So save the effort. I’ll do it for you instead.”

• you’re impressed.

• god forbid Jung Wooyoung has ever been good at the boyfriend department..

• or anything that involved actual romance.

• but you’re touched nonetheless.

• that Wooyoung wanted to do those things for you.

• after claiming you were just a pawn of his sex life.

• “Well.. I think you two definitely need some alone time to talk. And I need some ice for what you did to my jaw. So I’ll leave you to it then, Woo.”

• Mingi flashes you a hinting smile.

• watching him reach for his phone in his front pocket.

• then you realize what he’s actually been doing.

• promising yourself to thank him and whoever was involved for it later.

• “Wooyoung, what the hell was that about?”

• you taunt your boss.

• in the most subtle way possible.

• because he’s someone that you’d spend the rest of your life with.

• as his employee.

• as a fwb.

• as a friend and anything more.

• his girlfriend?

• “You just get me.” Wooyoung completes his thoughts, hand loosely dropping onto your shoulders. “God, y/n. Knowing you would be with another man.. was scary. I thought that it was the sex I liked. That you were so hot and comfortable that I thought that was it. How the hell am I supposed to know I’d fall in love with you?”

• you stare at him.

• lust ridden and tongue tied.

• wondering why you hadn’t realized the same thing.

• “Maybe because you’ve only ever wanted one thing in your life. Sex.”

• “You right.” he agrees with a sigh. “But now that it’s passed, I want something else.”

• you giggle letting him slowly push you into your house, kicking the door closed behind you.

• “Don’t get cheesy on me, Woo.”

• “Just this once, hear me out.”

• you’re breathless as he pins you against the door,

• his hands curling around your waist for the first time in months after you two stopped being lovers.

• face perfectly carved into yours.

• like two pieces of completely different puzzles.

• miraculously fitting together like you two were made for each other.

• “I want you, y/n. Not just for the sex anymore. But for everything you’ve got. Teach me how to love.”

• “You think you could learn that from me?” you playfully cringe, lips playing against his like a fiddle. “Something you could only learn on your own?”

• “Maybe you can’t teach me.” he whispers as he molds his lips with yours. “But you could still try.”

• “I thought this was supposed to be my vacation, Wooyoung?”

• “Okay then.” he hums against your lips in approval. “Let’s make this less work and more pleasure.”

• “I like the sound of that.”

@atinybitofau

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unohanadaydreams · 4 years

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uh uh umu hewwo mars may i ask,,,,, for a kugo scenario pwease..... 🥺 ummm idm nsfw or whatever piques ur interest but something nice and sweet would be lovely 🥰🥰 thank u queen ily,,, 💕 if u want more info then just lmk!!

Of course, Kizo!! <3 Happy early b-day and here’s your big ol’ cake of soft wedding head canons to melt you with!! I guess I’ll stop teasing about seducing him now that he’s a married man lmaoooo.

Features: Some 18+ content/smut, fem!reader

KUGO GINJO

Wedding Day:

He’s tense. He keeps alternating between lashing out at Xcution members and lapsing into bouts of silence, his back hunched and chin resting on steepled fingers. Honestly, it’s insufferable for everyone around him. The fear of this commitment ending badly, of you fleeing down the aisle, and the fear of hating domestic life—of hating the unfamiliarity of children and stability and homecooked meals--gnaw at him. Kugo finds himself wanting to call everything off, if only to assert some measure of control over the day and his feelings.

Yearning for reassurance, he’s insists on seeing you. Jackie and Riruka lay down a valiant effort, but his entire entourage of groomsmen throw the balance in Kugo’s favor. So he gets his way.

”Like always,” Riruka says. “Such a spoiled brat,” Jackie responds.

Kugo is aloof at first. Your steadfast verbal and then bodily insistence that he not be in the same room as you before the wedding, especially with your dress bag unzipped and visible from the open closet changes that. His shrug and crude excuse of ‘thought we could practice our wedding kiss’ only annoys you.

But then his smarmy little smirk drops and he gives a sigh that seems to soften his body. His shoulders fall and the ticking muscle of his jaw disappears as he falls forward into your arms, his face pressing into the column of your neck.

Kugo is rarely an open book. You know him better than anyone, but honestly that’s like saying you won a race when you were the only one running. You hug him back and he unwinds enough to say, “you really wanna marry me? Forever with me and all the jerks in Xcution?”

After your reassurances, he shutters his fears again, smiles genuinely, and kisses you deeply until you push him away. When he leaves, one hand slicking back his gelled hair and the other stuffed in his suit pocket, Jackie and Riruka barge into the room.

“Did he seriously do ALL THAT just to practice a fucking kiss,” Riruka shrieks. You open your mouth to say no. And then your eyes narrow. Because he did do that, after all. “I’m marrying a scumbag,” you say. Jackie snorts, “It took you the day of to realize?”

Compared to before, Kugo is a veritable delight to deal with after his visit with you. He drinks scotch and brags about his honey moon destination over games of darts. He’s still a sore winner and lousy sport. He still lapses into broody silence over his alcohol and cheats if someone gets the upper hand. But, for Kugo, it’s pretty much his best behavior.

The entire wait to see you walk down the aisle and for the duration of the vows, he’s back to tense muscles and dire thoughts. Seeing you glide toward him coaxes a genuine and soft smile. But he wipes it the moment he realizes what he’s doing; goes back to smirking. Kugo keeps tight hold of your hands the entire ceremony, though.

It’s only when you’ve said ‘I do’ and are swept in his arms for a unnecessarily long kiss that he relaxes again. He seems giddy at that point, honestly. It’s so uncharacteristic that it steals your breath as he gathers you in his arms and struts down the aisle with a smirk (okay, so not totally out of character).

The after party is absolute chaos, despite everyone trying to keep it classy affair. Held in a sturdy concrete and brick building downtown—a modern, high-end take on a saloon really—it starts calm. But, then the members of Xcution get in their egregious amount of shots in before most of the guests arrive. And..then the guests arrive. The Karakura gang and their families, your family, and some arrancar; because nothing says ‘fuck you’ like inviting the enemy of your enemy.

You don’t know the full scope of what occured, because Kugo insisted on leaving early to rest before the honeymoon flight in the morning, but you saw enough loud, blurry footage from snapchat and frantic texts from Orihime to know you’ll be sending apologies instead of thank you cards to your family. Some blue haired man destroyed two tables trying to get to Kurosaki.

Riruka shrunk some of your family members attempting to contain them. Jackie got her arm sliced when she stumbled into Uryu’s arrow that was headed toward Grimmjow before he got shrunk by Riruka and Yukio forced Uryu and Chad to be Mario and Luigi in his game sphere until Uryu apologized and they both said ‘it’s a me mario’ and ‘Luiiiiigiii’ respectively. Kugo turned off your phone and insisted it stay that way until your honey moon’s over in the middle of all the notification assaulting your sanity in hopes that you’d stop freaking out. It helped, honestly. You have your zen until you land back home. Cherish it.

Honey Moon:

He picked somewhere tropical. The idea of massaging sun screen into your skin? The image of you walking everywhere in booty shorts? The temptation of jumping you on a private beach in the evening or a quiet boardwalk in the morning? He simply had to. There was also a sizable discount on the destination he picked.

Sure, he’s always got an air of nonchalance that only a devil may care flavor of man can have, but on your honey moon, he’s tender…for him. The first day and night are completely spent in bed. And his fingers smooth over your ring constantly—while you’re making love, when you’re eating over priced room service fare in bed, and the still moments before he falls asleep. Kugo kisses your ring too.

When you get the idea to joke, ‘kiss the ring, bitch’, you knew he would pout, but you weren’t quite prepared for being laid out on the bed and tortured with the skilled fingers of his left hand. The solid wedding band rubbing against your spongey gspot stroking you to completion as he smirked, “no YOU kiss it.”

The remainder of the week is spent doing activities and eating meals that seem spontaneous but have been meticulously planned out. If there’s something you’re hesitant to do, he extra invested in easing your nerves since he’s already paid for it.

”I don’t WANT to swim with sharks!” “Come oooon. The only thing in the water that’s gonna bite you is me.”

Your closet at the hotel is stuffed with strappy dresses, cute swimsuits, and tacky shirts that proclaim you’re married you’ve never seen before. Kugo refuses to answer for the shirts and insists that his just never made it in his luggage and isn’t that a shame. He gets a huge amount of satisfaction of telling people you’re his wife. He could carry a neon sign pointing to you that says ‘THIS IS MY WIFE’ and it might be more subtle. He won’t stop even if you point it out.

“What? You’re my wife.” “Oh my—fine. It’s whatever.” “Hey! Hold the fucking elevator for me and my wife.” “I’M—”

Obviously, he’s out to show you off. You both make for a pretty fucking package and he’s well aware of that. If he wasn’t so concerned about how he came off to other people he’d be yelling “LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE”. But he has a sense of shame. And would never just SAY something so vulnerable, especially in front of strangers. But he’s thinking it.

His proclivity for making out in public is also tremendous. When he points out how many people have their eyes on you it’s with a self-satisfied air and a smirk made of fucking daggers. Most of your outings and meals end with Kugo getting you worked up and leading you somewhere to finish you off.

Kugo seldom says he loves you in those exact words. But he seems to sneak it in almost every day while vacationing. He tries to make it seem witty or off-handed. But the fact he says it at all makes the attempts to lessen the seriousness of it rather moot.

#Kugo Ginjo #kugo ginjo x reader #bleach #imagines #bleach imaagines #bleach headcanons #bleach scenarios #i hope these are what you wanted kizo!!!#love you and your rat bastard!!

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bnhabadass · 4 years

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would it be weird if I asked for a dabi nsfw alphabet??? XP

Today we honor the birthday of the one and only burnt chicken nugget, Dabi. I’ve gotten a lot of Dabi requests lately and as much as I want to have written all of them for his birthday, I am only one woman and I have the attention span of a literal duck.

So please enjoy these Dabi NSFW alphabet head canons to honor the literal love of my life.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Let’s be honest, Dabi is probably a really big asshole after sex. If you’re just a hookup that is. He doesn’t get you anything, doesn’t make sure you’re doing okay. He’ll most-likely just fall asleep and sneak out in the middle of the night.

But if you’re someone he’s dating, someone he really cares about, he’ll try his best to make sure you’re alright after. He’ll be very awkward about it, though. He doesn’t want it to come off as if you have him wrapped around your finger, even though that’s totally the case.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Even though he has this super hot, badass exterior, he’s really self conscious about the way he looks. That being said, his favorite body part of his is probably his dick. It’s not even an egotistical thing, kind of. Yeah, he does love the things his dick is able to do to you and how good it can make you feel, but it’s the only part of him that doesn’t remind him of his past and his childhood.

He was initially drawn to you because of your tits. He loves them. Anything he can do with them. He’ll spread them apart, push them together, suck on your nipples, motorboat them. He just loves your titties.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It turns him on seeing you with a little bit of his cum dripping down your lips. If you’ve just sucked him off and he sees you look up at him with a sultry look in your eyes, drops of cum threatening to fall from your lips, he’ll instantly get hard again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn’t mind if you wanted Hawks to join in on your fun. He wouldn’t ask because he doesn’t want to seem like you’re not enough for him, but it’s something he’s definitely thought about a lot.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has had a lot of hookups, but you’re his first real relationship. That being said, he’s had a lot of practice and knows many ways to pleasure you, ways you hadn’t even thought of before you started dating.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes missionary position because he’s able to see you sprawled out, begging for him. Since some people find missionary to be boring or vanilla, Dabi finds himself wanting to incorporate kinkier aspects into your sex life.

While he loves it when you’re below him, he wouldn’t mind it if you took charge. I feel like he’d even be into pegging if you’re comfortable with that.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s a big fucking tease. I wouldn’t say he’s goofy or silly in the moment, but he’ll definitely tease a lot and get pretty cocky with what he’s saying.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t give a fuck. It’s like a fucking jungle down there and he doesn’t care one bit. His pubic hair is black like his head hair, but I don’t think he dyed it to match. The carpet just never matched the drapes.

He also doesn’t care if you’re shaved or not because at the end of the day, a pussy is a pussy. He’ll still go down regardless.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s usually just in the mood for a quick fuck and he’s kind of a kinky bastard, so everything he does is a little rough and esentially for his own pleasure. He still wants to get you off, but he won’t be very gentle about it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

All the time. Even after you two started dating. If he needs to get off and you’re not there to take care of it for him, he’ll do it himself. But don’t expect him to do it when he knows you’re available to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This man has all the kinks. He really likes fucking you when you’re bound up and can’t move. He’s also a super big tease and is really into orgasm denial. He won’t stop unless you are begging and whining for him to let you cum.

I can also see Dabi being really into public sex. It’s thrilling to have to sneak around.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. The league’s hideout, your apartment, public restroom. He’ll make sure that you’re screaming his name extra loud if he knows one of the league members is nearby. He wants them all to know who you are obedient to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you fight really gets him going. Whether it’s hand to hand combat or you’re using your quirk, nothing is sexier than seeing that determined glint in your eyes as you work up a sweat.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A lot of people see Dabi as someone who would be into noncon/nonconsentual sex, but I just don’t see it. Sure he’s a villain and a scumbag, but the reason he’s a villain is because of the flaws in hero society. I’ll be frank, he’s definitely not the most respectful to women, but I just cannot see him taking advantage of another person in that way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He would much rather receive than give. Most people would much rather receive than give, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love seeing you writhe underneath him and beg for him to keep going. He probably has a tongue piercing. He loves abusing you with that.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Always fast and rough. Even in the most romantic times, which there have been very little, he’s fucking you faster than you can breathe. The only times he goes slow is when he’s teasing you and waiting for you to beg him to fuck you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If he has time for a quickie then he’s down for a quickie. All sex is sex to him. The only difference is whether or not it’s with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for three rounds without needing a break in between, but he can usually go for another two after that. If you need a pee break or a snack break he’ll wait, but expect him to get impatient rather quickly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t have any toys before he met you. Sex toys can get kind of expensive, and all he really did was hookups anyways. But he probably stole something from the back of a Spencer’s for you for your birthday. Whatever he stole, it was definitely something for him to use on you like handcuffs or a remote control vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dabi is the BIGGEST tease out there. He teases you until you’ve practically collapsed from orgasm denial. Even when you aren’t having sex he’s teasing you somehow. He likes it when you become a blushing mess in public, and he’ll tease you in front of the other league members constantly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’ll groan and even let out a moan once in a while, but the most noise he makes is when he’s telling you to be louder.

“Come on, babydoll. Say my name. Good girl. Now cum for daddy, sweetheart.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon or scenario for the character of your choice)

Dabi probably has a piercing kink. If you want him to give you a facial piercing or something, he’ll want to fuck you immediately after. Seeing you wince from the needle just gets him going. He’s not that big into pain play, but when you’re under him and at his mercy, he can’t help but get a little hard.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

About 8 inches long and kind of skinny, but anything he lacks he makes up with in skill.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sex is never not on his mind. Have I not made that clear? If you are anywhere, and I mean anywhere, he’ll mind a way to tease you, turn you into a blushing mess, and in some cases, fuck you right on the spot.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s just hooking up, he’s out like a light almost as soon as he cums. With you though? Well he’s still pretty much out like a light, but he’d be down for a little bit of sweet talk and cuddling if you’re up for the task. I can’t promise that won’t lead to more fucking, though.

#Dabi #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #a to z challenge

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once-in-a-blue-moon-rising · 4 years

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So I just finished watching Money Heist/La Casa de Papel yesterday and OH BOY do I have some thoughts

I’m going to have to write a few of these posts probably because this ended up way longer than intended, but here are my Serquel musings

Spoilers up to and including Part 4

Sergio/Raquel (Serquel)

This ship has consumed me pretty much since it first appeared.

It’s so compelling.

One of the reasons for that is that it seems to be so obviously doomed from the start: how the heck can a criminal mastermind - the criminal mastermind in charge of the biggest heist in history - and the inspector trying to catch him ever be a successful couple? They can’t. If he cancels/sells out the heist for her he betrays his friends and goes to prison anyway. If she covers up for him they both go to prison - or, at the bare minimum, he’ll go to prison and she’ll lose her job. It’s a lose-lose.

What makes us care about all this is that - this huge conundrum aside - this is not a ludicrous pairing. We gradually see how they fit. Both are fantastic at their jobs, and obsessed to varying degrees. Both want to defeat the bad guys (although they initially disagree who the bad guys are). He’s sweet and vulnerable and cares intensely - no matter what his rules might forbid - and she is passionate, a little burned, and needs someone genuine. They both thrive on excitement and pressure and puzzles.

And the relationship stays seemingly doomed for a long time. Even after the polygraph, when they’ve pretty decisively established that they have feelings for one another despite being on opposite sides, it still seems impossible. The Professor might be steadily ruining his own plan, but Raquel Murillo is not going to let him get away just because she happens to have developed feelings for him. Not to mention the fact that she feels - rightly - pretty betrayed at this point.

But then things change, and even as Raquel stands accused as a co-conspirator she still can’t kill him, and not just because of all the Serbian mafia in the room. And then he explains his idea to her, properly, and she finally decides he’s worth switching sides for.

I’m going to go into less specific detail for Parts 3 and 4 (Part 3 was SO GOOD for this ship though), and more use those series as a way to respond to some anti-Serquel ideas I’ve seen.

So, I’ve seen a few people being like: yep, Serquel is cute and all, but he basically ruined her life and continues to put her and her family in danger, so she’d probably be better off leaving him.

And you know what? I had this wobble too, in the episode where Alicia is interrogating Raquel and mentions all the things she’s done for him (moving across the world being the primary example) and how Raquel has a habit of choosing men who humiliate her (a reference to her physically abusive ex-husband, but also provoking flashbacks about her and Sergio: ‘you’re the weakest link’ and the argument where he frames their relationship as him ‘winning’ the negotiation game). (Sidenote here to say that I do not condone blaming abuse victims for their abuse in any way - this was an extremely manipulative move on Alicia’s part, but I guess that was the point.)

So here’s the thing: Sergio did ruin Raquel’s professional life - that’s indisputable and given how important her job was to her, it’s no minor betrayal. He also deliberately targeted her because he thought the abuse she’d suffered would make her more vulnerable, which is pretty gross.

B U T

Everything past that point, Raquel chose. She is not a passive love interest in this story - she is recklessly in love with him. She knew this man for what - all of a week? - and in that time fell in love, was betrayed, tried to kill/capture him, committed to him, betrayed him, and then - AND THEN - after an entire YEAR - got out the postcards that he’d given her when he still hadn’t even told her his name, found some coordinates and flew to the Philippines to reunite with him. After a year. There was a good chance that he was no longer there, and an even better chance that, if he was, he wouldn’t be interested anymore. A year is a long time when you’ve only known someone for a few days.

And here’s the thing: judge her all you want (except don’t, because we don’t hold male characters to these standards), but Raquel’s mother and daughter have never been her priority. She loves them, of course she does, but even before Sergio she prioritised her job over them. They only become her priority when there’s a chance her daughter might end up with abusive ex-scumbag.

Which means that her work on the second heist isn’t a sign that she’s giving up everything for love and that Sergio is expecting more than he’s willing to give in return. She wants to do it. When he tells her to leave when Tokyo arrives, she basically tells him to fuck off, and you know what? She fits right in with that gang. Although I feel concerned that they dropped her into the Bank of Spain at the end of Part 4 instead of reuniting her with Sergio, I think she’s really suited to that side of things. She’s so not interested in sitting on an island babysitting and waiting for him to get back.

Finally, to address the couple of hurtful things he said to her while they were on the road together: it is strongly established that he struggles with interpersonal relationships and self expression. For that reason, I really think it’s a stretch to infer that he was trying to hurt her - he was calling it as he saw it, and perhaps didn’t realise that what he said would hurt her. I also think (to contradict myself) there was a little bit of the classic subconscious ‘if I hurt you, you’ll leave but at least you’ll be safe’. Not to mention that said scenes are followed later by possibly the most sincere apology I have ever seen. TL;DR THIS SHIP IS PERFECT AND I WILL FIGHT YOU

#serquel #money heist #la casa de papel #lcdp #raquel murillo #sergio marquina #the professor #lisbon #lcdp the professor #lcdp lisboa #lcdp serquel #lcdp lisbon #lcdp el profesor

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loveisfriendship · 4 years

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It’s all about loyalty

Requested by @rahma29417 : Hey there👋🏻☺️ Can u write a fic where it is Steve McgarrettxReader ( using 3, 10, 24) and its where the reader is a prisoner and task force need her help solving a case, but steve does not like the idea and she ends up saving them all. Plus a happy ending please. Thank you 😊♥️♥️ Excuse my bad english😅🤦🏻‍♀️.....

Author’s Note: Of course love!! Thank you for the request and following my Leaving Breadcrumbs behind story <3 And your English is not bad at all!! It’s great, don’t apologize for that!

I know it’s been ages, but I haven’t forgotten any of the requests that were send to me.

This is quite long, so I’ll postz the second part some other time.

Enjoy your request and let me know if you like it 😊

Love,

Lis.

P.S.: Sorry it took me so long,…

3.  “Please refrain from shooting her, we need her for later.”

10.  “Run!”

24.  “Holy Shit! You’re bleeding!”

When you heard that the 5-0 task force wanted to talk to you, all you could do was smile and with it you entered the interrogation room in your handcuffs.

“Commander McGarrett, Detective Williams, nice to see you again.” You smile smugly.

“What’s that smile for?“ Williams asks.

“Nothing. I am just really happy to see you two.” You say sitting down, crossing your legs, as best as you could with your cuffed ankles. You happily look at them both, but they don’t seem to be in a good mood. Rather really itchy and not happy that they have to be here.

“So what can I do for you two?” you ask sweetly, showing both of them your commercial smile.

“Oh stop it, are you trying to make us blind?” Detective Williams complains but has a slight smile on his lips. During your case he was pretty fond of you, because you kept messing with Steve.

“Okay, let’s stop with the small talk. I don’t like it, but we need your help.” Commander McGarrett interrupts and sits down on the chair the wrong way around. You uncross your legs and lean over the table and stare intently at him.

“And with what exactly do you need my help with, Commander?” you reply, the smile not failing to leave your face.

“A case. Are you willing to help or do you want to stay here? As much as I don’t like it but the Governor said that he’ll loosen up your sentence if you’re really of help.” He stated annoyed and with an underlying hate in his voice.

“And why exactly should I help you, McGarrett? You weren’t particularly nice to me, when you arrested me.” You scoffed and leaned back in the chair your arms crossed over your chest.

“Fine. I don’t want your help anyway.” He growls, stands up and starts to leave as Detective Williams holds him back.

“Now now, children. Play nice.” he says and gestures for Steve to stay and stand there while he will continue to talk to you. Steve grunts and looks at you with an angry face, crossing his arms in front of him and standing against the wall with his Navy SEAL posture. You try to hide your smirk, knowing your pissed him off already.

“Listen…” Williams starts, turning the chair around and sitting down, folding his hands on the table.

“We need your help in this particular case, because you are the only one with the right connections to get us what we want.”

“You mean, to get you who you want. And it’s definitely not suspicious when I was arrested and sentenced for 10 years and get out a year later.”

“Your sentence was not long enough in my opinion.” McGarrett grunts.

“And why is that Commander?” you look at him with a sweet but sarcastic smile.

“You killed a bunch of people, doesn’t matter that they worked for you, and you are the head of the biggest drug ring on this island.” He points out, getting pissed off with every word.

“Commander, you were able to get evidence on the connection between me and drugs. But nothing on the other things.” You smile innocently, making him huff.

“I’ll get the evidence on you being the head on the local Mafia as well.” He grumbles.

“Try your best, but I am not any of this.” you answer and turn your attention back to Detective Williams.

“Detective Williams, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll miss lunch and I would hate to miss lunch.” You emphasize and gesture for him to continue.

“Right. Ignore him over there, he hates that he isn’t allowed to do what he wants to do. So, we will only tell you about the case, when you agree to help us.” He explains.

“Tell me more about the part of loosening up my sentence.”

“Yeah, depends on your behavior. But the Governor mentioned something about half the time. So you would be out in about 4,5 years.“ He offers, with a smile like he wants to sell you a new car or whatever. Thinking that it would make a lot of things easier you nod and agree to the terms. The two men leave and take care of the paper work to get you out. Meanwhile a guard brings you back to your cell and picks you up again, when everything is settled. They give you some clothes, a hat and sunglasses because you persist, to make sure no one realizes that 5-O has taken you out of prison. Arriving at the HQ, you smile at Officer Kelly and Kalakaua and they give you a sympathetic smile back. You liked the Task force, even though their boss wasn’t very fond of you.

“Where is Lou?” you ask innocently, turning around yourself to get a better look at the whole Office.

“That’s Captain Grover to you, Missy.” Lou says and walks in smiling.

“Oh Captain, my Captain.” you mock and salute. “I would stand up on a chair, but you people don’t seem like you sit, considering there isn’t a single chair in here.” you chuckle, getting a chuckle out of everyone else as well. Besides Steve who then throws everyone a very angry look.

“Would you lighten up, McGarrett? You asked for my help. Can at least fake a smile.” you grumble, leaning against the desk.

“Anyway. Let’s get this over with.” He grumbles and walks past you to stand at the other end of the desk.

“This is the suspect.” He says and shows you a picture of someone you know very well.

“Donny?” you ask surprised.

“What?” Danny asks.

“Not DAnny, Donny. He is an old friend of mine and of my family.” You explain, taking a closer look at the files and everything that is on the screen.

“We know, that’s why we need your help.” Kono answers and shows you everything about the file and what is going on. Reading through it you get more and more pissed at what you see.

“That poor example of the man had the nerves to take over MY business when I got arrested?!” you yell and slam your hand on the desk.

“Okay calm down, Missy.” Lou starts.

“No, I won’t calm down! He doesn’t know shit about this business, shows that you have been watching him since I got arrested. It took the police years to get a picture of me and he is all out in the open and not even trying to cover tracks.” You ramble on.

“Yeah, we figured that out as well.” Chin chims in.

“I want him. And I want his head on a stick.” You spit out, more and more anger coming out.

“Okay, Queen of Hearts. Calm down. We want him alive and we want him arrested and that is what you are going to do for us.” Danny interjects, trying to calm you down.

Taking a few deep breaths, you nod and ask them to fill you in on their plan. Soon you all are on the road. They let you out at a corner that you suggested, as you knew the way to his hiding. And as you are equipped with the best technology they can track you down and follow you later.

You storm into the building with your most threatening death step making all of your old employees step out of the way and even show you the way to Donny’s office. More your old office. Bursting through the door you yell:

“DONNY YOU SON OF A BITCH.” drawing your gun and pointing it at his head. He is surely frightened and expects his men (your old employees) to help him. But they don’t. They lean back and smirk.

“WHY IS NOONE HELPING ME?” he yells.

“Because all of them know that you don’t have any worth for this business and for them. Why should they follow a scumbag like you are, who has ruined this business?” you ask, still pointing the gun at his head. But before you can move on, you are knocked out from behind and black out.

Not knowing how long you were out, you wake up in an old, seemingly abandoned, warehouse.

“How cliché...” you mumble, shaking your head, to get rid of the haze.

“Mi amor!” you hear, and you freeze.

“Papa?” you ask, trying to figure out where the voice came from.

“La mia cara figlioletta. Che cosa hai fatto?” (My dear little daughter. What did you do?) your fathers voice says. But as he says this you hear a glitch in his voice and know exactly what is going on.

“Very good, Donny. Trying to mess with me, I see.” you chuckle.

“Maybe next time, you can find an audio recording that doesn’t have a glitch.” you smile smugly, figuring out, that he hid behind the door in front of you. As you hear his silent curse; you laugh and know that you were right all along.

“You have always been pathetic. I don’t know what your mom saw in you. May that wonderful lady rest in peace. You were never able to get anything done right.” you chuckle as Donny shows up before you.

“Oh really? Then why are you imprisoned right now?” he asks, pretty sure of himself. But instead, you reach your hand through the bars and swiftly pull his tie, smashing his head against the bars, making his head bleed and him stumble towards the ground.

“You are never gonna learn the basics.” you sigh as you crouch down to be face to face with him. He curses again and stands up, leaves the room and you just hear him scream, that some guards are supposed to watch you. Alessandro und Mattia enter and burst out laughing.

“Che idiota.” they mumble.

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#lis writes #Steve McGarrett #steve mcgarrett imagines #steve mcgarrett x reader #lis prompt special

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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hii!! im the anon who asked for tips on writing!! i wanted to ask about how dabi and touya were 2 different people... and its like a love triangle with reader. how would that play out? who would be more toxic? and would they get along?? also can i claim 🧚🏻‍♀️ emoji? haha i have ur notifs on and read every one of ur posts 😭 IDK IF U CAN TELL BUT I LOVE UR BLOG HEHE

(hi sweetpea!! <33 i hope the tips helped u out a lil! yes the 🧚🏻‍♀️ emoji is officially yours!! welcome to the emoji club ehehe okay onto ur fantastic question)

l-like twins??????? are we about to go full harry and edward styles circa 2013????

(i’m rolling w the twins idea i hope u don’t mind!!! i just love the concept so much!!! AAAAAHH let’s get into it!!)

how would it play out?

okay so i see dabi as being a lot more rough + borderline sociopathic whereas touya’s still pretty messed up but definitely more ‘normal’ by societal standards.

while they’re both extremely emotional, dabi is more prone to emotional outbursts than touya is; he bottles up his feelings and refuses to discuss anything until it all boils over and explodes. i’d even go as far to say that this arrangement affects dabi more than it affects touya in terms of emotions!! deep deep deeeeeeep down late at night he’d question everything: do you really love him? what if you like touya better? is touya better? does he hurt you too much? is he too damaged for you, too broken?

they’re jealous, but rarely of each other because in all honesty, they trust each other (and obv they don’t trust easily nor do they trust many people). they’re like your own personal guard dogs tho ahahah if someone even looks at you funny it’ll set both of them off immediately. they bond most when they’re fighting for you instead of over you.

it’d probably take the three of you a bit of time to really settle into everything and establish a steady, stable routine (things would definitely be extremely rocky at first esp since they’re both so similar) but after everything finally calms and the three of you are able to figure out boundaries etc (that dabi ignores often but i digress) things are surprisingly smooth. i think they’d be so possessive and protective over you that, in their minds, they don’t mind sharing, because they know they’re the best out there for you, trust each other to keep you safe, and two is always better than one, right?

who would be more toxic?

oh dabi hands down lmao. touya would be more upfront about how much of a scumbag he is; what you see is what you get, and he’s brutally honest. dabi, on the other hand, really enjoys playing with people and manipulating them, and he’s fucking good at it, too. it’s a hobby for him at this point, and don’t think that just because he ‘loves’ you that you’re excused from this treatment (much to touya’s dismay).

would they get along?

heavily depends on the day. since they’re so similar, they both understand each other very well. they know what makes the other tick and get why they do the things they do. HOWEVER, being too similar can also be a bad thing and has definitely caused rifts between them! you better be prepared to break up some fist fights!! and then i think the other thing that would most frequently cause fights between them would be after dabi has hurt you (physically or emotionally, or both) and you ofc go cry to touya, who is always seeing red the moment he hears that you’ve been hurt, especially by his twin.

#LET'S FUCKING DO IT #TODOROKI TWINS DABI AND TOUYA #COME ON #also omfg you have my notifs on!?!?!?!?!? 🥺🥺🥺 pls i’m gonna cry!!!#i hope you’re doing well!! n that ur writing journey is going well!! <33 #🧚🏻‍♀️.anon #clari gets mail #there’s no incest in this but i’m gonna tw it anyway #tw incest

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Arthur Fleck/Joker x reader (Being harassed by Ex)

Request: Hi! Are requests for headcanons/scenario still opened? Could I get one where reader's ex is harrasing her cause he doesn't wanna accept they broke up? He won't leave them alone and they started to be afraid of even leaving the house. Arthur notices something is wrong and ask her about it. What's his reaction when she finally breaks down in tears and tells him everything? Also is it possible to get the same thing for Joker as well? It's ok if not. Sorry for my long rant.

Sure thing hun! HC’s for both bois below 😊

Also I just wanted to say, thank you all so much for the supportive messages I got about my last post. It really hit me hard and reading all your messages helped me realize I wasn’t the one to blame (although at the time i saw myself as the one at fault). thank u from the bottom of my heart <3

Arthur

Sadly, the idea of a stranger coming into Arthur’s life to take you away from him is one that poisons his thoughts on a very regular basis. He could be having the best day of his life and out of nowhere, the voices in his head begin mocking and terrorizing him with images of a smarter, taller, handsomer man promising you a life better than Arthur could ever provide

During the day, it leaves him sickened with such intense anxiety that it almost always leads to a body shattering laughing fit.

At night it only doubles, the paranoia turns into something much worse; morphing from dread into a deep, deep sadness accumulated from all the pain he’s ever experienced in his miserable life. The sheer grief he feels during these nights is enough to leave him sobbing and shaking until morning

It has nothing to do with you, he promises, scared that you would ever think that he doesn’t trust you, or you’re not doing enough. You do so, so much for him, he could never repay you if he tried for a hundred years. With your encouragement, everyday he gets a tiny bit better at pushing these thoughts away. One day, he hopes to never hear them again

And for a while he doesn’t. Until he hears about your ex.

Arthur is very in tune with your feelings and emotions, so the second he sees you become panicky and refuse to leave the house without constantly looking over your shoulder, he suspects there’s a third party involved

He’ll get on his knees and beg you to let him know what’s going on, wiping away every tear he can catch, and kissing away the ones the slip past his fingers

Arthur knows what all about abuse and what it looks like, whether its verbal or physical, obvious or silently manipulative. The second you mention your ex coming back into your life and trying to interact with you, he just knows

Will spend hours comforting you and reminding you that you’re not responsible for the actions of your ex, and you don’t have to worry about him anymore. Besides, the next time your ex comes to your house, Arthur is already there, right by your side and ready to give your ex a piece of his mind

Although he completely envelopes you with support and the sweetest of love, there’s also a part of Arthur that’s so enraged, so furious at the nerve your ex has that it makes his vision red. He’d never show this side of him around you, but your ex just might get an exclusive preview

He’d charge straight up to you ex without a care in the world, hands clenched at his side and jaw set. He wasn’t used to being this confident, but now he had someone to protect, and he was going to defend you until his dying breath. Looking your ex dead in the eye, he’d threaten to beat his skull in with a carnival mallet if he didn’t leave Gotham this second. And If telling him to leave you alone doesn’t work, Arthur has a gun lying around that he’s been dying to use

Joker

Your ex really couldn’t have chosen a worse time to pop back in your life

You and Joker had finally relaxed into a domestic- dare you say normal- way of life, and despite some chaotic and crazy moments together, Joker’s fondness and protectiveness for you grows by the day. He’s very firm in his belief that he is yours and you are his, and not even God himself could take that away

Your adoring clown still has a few moments of intense jealousy that turn him into a pouting and possessive ass, but generally he’s never actually threatened by the people who show interest in his beloved S/O. Unless someone lays a hand on you or actually makes a move to take you away from him, Joker isn’t offended too much. Mildly inconvenienced? Sure. Extra possessive? Definitely. But to him, these men are just jealous of what he has, and that makes him smug as hell

If he was being honest, all the fans, attention and particularly having you by his side were beginning to get to his head. His ego began to grow by the day and you were the first to notice. You never really brought it up, but Joker was practically exuding confidence with every twitch and shrug of his shoulders. Although mildly annoying on the rare occasion, for the most part his new confidence made your knees weak and heart beat like crazy, which only made him cockier.

Joker thought of himself as invincible, a wolf among sheep, a king… so in his mind, obviously no-one would dare try to take what was his, especially not you. Right?

Unfortunately for him, he was wrong- very, very wrong

The second your ex comes back in your life, Joker knows something is up. He was the first to notice that someone had been lurking around your old home like a rabid dog, pacing and knocking at your door in desperation, oblivious to the conveniently placed security camera Joker had set up right near the entrance

Joker began immediately suspecting him, growling as the seconds ticked by and your ex continued to linger

Before he went straight up to this… this scumbag, Joker decided to inform you first before he accidentally shot up one of your family members or co-workers. He knew you’d never forgive for that

“Hi angel, there’s some loser pacing around your door, need me to take care of it”? He said with a smile playing on his lips, waiting for you to laugh in his face and tell you who the guy was. What he didn’t expect was for you to suddenly pale out and look at him like a dear caught in headlights, your eyes watering as they mercilessly revealed the terror griping your heart.

“Darling? Darling!” Joker yelled as he gripped your shoulders, slinking one of his arms around your waist in case you passed out on him and hit the floor.

“Baby…” he cooed and pressed his painted forehead against your own, coaxing you to look at him. “Tell me what’s wrong… tell me who that man is… tell me what to do, please.”

It took you a few minutes to calm down, but you do tell him- you tell him everything.

“I didn’t know he’d try to follow me back home, I thought he was out of my life, I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do.” You sob out as you clutch at Joker’s hands, unaware of the feral snarl deepening into Joker’s face

Your ex is dead. On sight. There’s no pleading or bargaining with Joker on this one. The sheer fury and pain he feels on your half brakes his spirit in half, and he promises to never let anyone hurt you like that again. Joker would kill for you, and he’s about to prove it to you.

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