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threadsun · 1 year

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Am I the only one who sees Jack, Joseph, Jean, Bo, Nick and Shaun and immediately thinks

MANHANDLE ME DADDY

I am but a wee barely 5ft 4in fem with a thing for size differences it seems hehe

Any headcanons for these guys with a short, smaller s/o?

Listen I'm average height for a man but I have a massive size kink in both directions so fuck yeah~

Content: Size kink, belly bulge, fingering, finger sucking, physical restraint, oral, throat bulge, handjob, cock worship, spanking, bruises

Jack:

Ooooh this man is built like a fucking brick house. He knows he's big and he does use it to his advantage

You're just so little and cute, of course he's gonna take advantage of that! Not in a mean way, of course. You're his best friend, he'd never be mean to you!

But he might just conveniently pin you up against the counter while he grabs something from a high shelf for you~

And he'll casually bring up the size difference all the time

He'll talk about how small and cute you are, he'll pick you up if you let him just to show off how easily he can, he'll place your hand in his to show off how much bigger his are

And oh those hands. They're so big, so soft, and he can't get enough of seeing them inside of you~

He'll slip his fingers between your pretty lips, just to watch how they stretch around them

He'll finger you so slow, watching you take his thick fingers to prep you for his even thicker cock

And fuck his cock... when he finally gets you stretched enough to take it, you feel so full

You can see the outline of his cock through your stomach. He can see it too, and fuck is he staring, admiring the way your tummy bulges out as he fucks you~

He'll literally never get enough of the size difference between you

Joseph:

Joseph's always been a little self conscious of how big he is. He knows he can be imposing, intimidating. He doesn't want to scare people...

But when he sees you next to him? So small, having to crane your neck to look him in the eyes? Well... maybe being this tall isn't so bad

He's so gentle about it. He touches you like you're fragile. Like you might break if he's not careful enough

He doesn't mean anything by it! He's not trying to insult you, he's just big and clumsy and so worried he might hurt you

He also tries not to bring it up too much. He knows he's self conscious about his height sometimes, so he figures you might be too

But... sometimes he can't help himself. Sometimes he's towering over you, holding you in his arms, kissing your sweet lips... and he has to point it out

He lets go of his restraint, lets himself manhandle you the moment you show an interest in it. Lets himself pick you up and fuck you or press his whole weight on top of you while he pins you to the bed

He loves throwing his weight around in the bedroom, using his physical strength to move you where he wants and make you do what he wants without having to say a word

Using his hands to pin you is another favourite of his. One hand pinning both your wrists, holding your legs up, pressing against the small of your back

When you're under him, he loves how small you are. How he only needs to use a fraction of his strength to do whatever he wants to you

At the end of the day, you're just his precious little doll~

Jean:

Look, compared to some of the guys around him, he's not that big. He's not small or anything, but he stands next to Joseph every day, so he's got a bit of a Complex about his size.

He's still huge compared to you, though! It's a big ego boost for him, having someone so cute and small on his arm, making him look even bigger

And he's still big and strong enough to pull you in by the waist and dip you for a kiss~

He's also tall enough to hold things over his head and make you kiss him to get them back. He's an asshole about it, but a flirty asshole!

He just likes watching you reach up towards him, trying to get something from him, standing on the tips of your toes~

Sometimes, if you have time, he'll make you pay more than just a kiss to get things back. He'll put things up on high shelves and make you fuck him to get it back

He likes to watch you go down on him. Something about your little mouth wrapped around his huge cock is such a turn on

And the way your throat shows the outline of his cock when he fucks it? He loves to wrap his hand around your throat to feel it too...

He also loves it when you ride him, looking so cute and small as you bounce in his lap! Your tiny hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in a little when you get a good angle

He's just so fascinated by how small you are, and how many ways he can fuck you that emphasise it~

You're his biggest ego boost and his biggest obsession!

Bo:

Oh we already know this big pup's got a size kink~ He doesn't stop talking about it

He loves how small and sweet you are! He spends a lot more time in his bigger form once he realises how small you look compared to it

He just wants to constantly hold you. Have you in his arms, on his lap, on his chest. Anything that keeps you close

He jumps at the chance to use his size to help you. Whether it's carrying things to show off his strength or reaching for things to show off his height

He always wants to hold your hands. They're so small and sweet and he feels a little feral every time he holds them

Speaking of your hands... The sight of them wrapped around his massive cock gets him hard in an instant

When you stroke his cock, barely able to fit your hands around the shaft, cute little tongue licking at the tip? It takes all his willpower not to fuck your throat then and there

His other favourite thing is watching you present yourself to him. Fingering your hole open for him, showing off how tight and small it is before he fucks you

He's another one who's really into the tummy bulge you get when his big cock is bullying your insides

He likes to stroke himself through it, and he's very vocal about it. His dirty talk is all centred around how small you are

You're his little pocket-sized dream~

Nick:

Just seeing you brings a smile to his face. Having to look down to see you, you're just so cute!

He's another one who'll hold things above his head for kisses, but if you pout he'll take pity on you and give it back without getting his kiss

He's just completely wrapped around your tiny little finger. He's such a simp for you regardless, but the size difference makes him extra obsessed with you

He likes to stroke your cheeks and cup your face, just seeing how small you are, how he can hold you in his hands, makes him melt

He does like to verbally tease you about it though~ He thinks it's fun to watch you huff and pout as he makes fun of how tiny you are!

He loves to tease. He loves to run his hands all over your body, admire how little everything is compared to him, taunt you a little about how easy it makes you to use~

His favourite thing is when you cling to him while he fucks you. Just feeling your arms around him, your body pressed so tight to his

He can't help but fuck you harder when you're in his arms like that, so small and needy and ready for him to use

He loves watching you worship his cock. On your knees, licking and sucking it, hands stroking him. You're so small, worshipping him like a god, he loves how powerful it makes him feel

He loves to cum over your hands while you give him a handjob. Something about seeing your pretty little fingers dripping with his cum is perfect

He just loves how little you are, and how easy it is to play with you!

Shaun:

He loves to tease you about it! He's a lil shit about it tbh, calling you shortass and joking about how you're closer to satan

But he's also helpful, of course. If you need anything from up high or need someone strong to carry things for you, he's more than happy to do it

He would like a kiss on the cheek as a reward though. He enjoys leaning down for it, and the feeling of your cute little lips on his skin

He likes to sit you in his lap when you're cuddling. The way your body slots so easily against his makes him happy

He's another one who loves to compare hand sizes. His are so big and warm, and yours are so small and soft...

He loves using his hands on you too, spanking you especially! The way your ass feels under his hand, how big the mark is afterwards...

He also loves to grab your hips, he loves the way his fingers sink in, and the pretty bruises he can leave behind

He just wants to mark you up in every possible way, especially ways that show people just how big your boyfriend is compared to you

He loves using his grip on you to move you as well. Especially when you're riding him, he'll grab your hips and move you up and down in his lap

Belly bulge, throat bulge, any sign of his cock inside of you drives him wild with the need to fill you~

He can't help but want to show off that you're his

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #sdj jack #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj nick #sdj shaun #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #bo x reader #nick herraras x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #gn!reader #sdj headcanons #dachabo headcanons #18+ only #sunshine

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chapel-of-rizztual · 8 months

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regressor mountain is so important to me. the biggest baby ever. gets so emotional when small and is the most caring little guy. yes he cries a lot but its because he cares a lot

This tuned out to be a little deeper then expected. Anyway I love regressed Mountain so much.

cw: regressed ghouls, age regression.

Like Dew, when Mountain regresses he’s TINY. His life in the pit was incredibly traumatic and he never really recovered from it, even when he was summoned. Also like Dew, he spent most his time in the pit alone. He wasn’t banished like Dew was, he was…left. He woke up one day and his pack was just gone, moved on…without him. He didn’t know why they went, or where they went, but he spent the rest of time in the pit looking for them. He was so young, about fourteen in earth years, and had to learn how to fend for himself, and he had to learn fast. He avoided other solitary ghouls, most other banished ghouls were feral and dangerous to a fully grown ghoul and although Mountain was tall for his age he was still very obviously young. He’d met Dew a couple of times, the first time he’d nearly gotten his head bitten off when he walked into a cave to seek shelter not knowing the little water ghouls was already occupying it. Dew was even younger he was, and he was so tiny, and he seems to get smaller each time they saw each other, and Mountain always worried about him, but the two were too scared and cautious of each other to form any kind of bond. Mountain mostly stuck to the wood, he felt safe there, and of he ever encountered any other ghouls, which he had, and he had the war wounds to prove it, he’d had the advantage of the woods being his friend. He stayed in the woods for most his time alone in the pit, until he felt the calling to the surface and blindly followed it.

The first time he regressed was a few years into his time on earth. And it was terrifying for him. Most days he woke up at sunrise, before everyone else and was able to make breakfast for everyone. This time he unknowingly woke up late and by the time he got downstairs everyone was…gone. He doesn’t remember anything after that.

Dew was the one that found him. He was on the floor with dried tear tracks down his cheeks and distant look in his eyes. He recognised that look immediately, had seen it plenty of time in himself and was able to a safe place, and more importantly a safer headspace.

When Mountain came back up they had a long conversation. He’d heard of regression before, he’d seen it, had seen Dew being taken care of by Aether, had seen the ghoulettes playing with Sunny and Rain, but he never thought it would be something he could achieve. He always thought he was too big, physically, and mentally, he thou he had to be the protector of everyone, he had to be the one that made sure everyone was okay and safe and that they were all together. But he was wrong. And he was proven wrong by Dew swaddling him and cooing at him until he felt his mind slipping away from his again, but he knew he was safe now so he was happy to let his mind drift off.

The next time it happened he could almost feel it happening. He woke up one morning and it was like there was a thick fog settled in his brain. He recognised it from last time and was able to get to Dew just in time before he slipped. Dew had swaddled him in a thick fluffy green blanket and spoke softly to him just like he had sone the last time.

There was a lot of trial and error in the beginning. At first Mountain was only comfortable with Dew. Dew knew from experience what Mountain was going through, and he know that Mountain needed without him having to ask for it. But Dew also regressed sometimes. And the days where he was Mountain would force himself to stay big until Dew was able to look after him. Doing that, understandably, made things a lot worse and Mountain often regressed even harder after. Aether noticed. Of course he did. And he was so proud of Dew for taking such good care of Mountain when he was regressed. He’d had a talk with Mountain, and with a lot of denying and blushing from the earth ghoul, he’d finally gotten him to open up to him about it. Mountain got comfortable with Aether after that, and not long after that, Cumulus.

He always went to the same kind of age when regressed. They didn’t know how old exactly, but he was young. He didn’t play, he didn’t speak or watch cartoons. He mostly slept. And cried. But Mountain cried a lot when not regressed so that wasn’t really a worry. Dew got him a pacifier after he’d seen Mountain staring at his with an unrecognisable expression his face and Mountain had loved it. It was white with a bluebell on it and Mountain had been obsessed with it since the moment he first got it in his mouth. And the sight of Mountain staring up at them with his big green doe eyes and a pacifier bobbing in his mouth should be so adorable but it was.

Mountain was easy to look after when regressed. He wasn’t fussy, despite him crying a lot, but that was just a Mountain thing. He loved being swaddled tightly in his blanket, he loved being held and carried, it made him feel even smaller and safer when Aether carried him around on his hip. He didn’t always have the best control over his bladder when regressed, which led to a few accidents, and some real tears from Mountain, but all the ghouls were happy to sooth his tears away. He learnt to love being regressed, the love and care he got from the ghouls never failed to make him feel so loved, cared for, and safe. He finally felt safe. Something he’d never really felt before he was summoned.

#regressed ghouls #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls #ficlet #my writing #If you see a mistake blame the insomnia I haven’t slept for days #Anonymous

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desmond69miles · 7 months

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Relationship HC’s for trish

NSFW included. luv u ! submit an ask

[-: Trish has dated around before, experimenting with men and women alike. It’d take her awhile to find someone she connects with and that’s not freaked out with her demonic nature, as well as the time it takes to develop romantic attraction. It would take a good friendship with a strong bond before Trish would consider you as a partner.

[-: Besides the fact that Trish wears heels, she’s tall. I think her canon hight is around 5’11” (180cm) without heels, so she’d most likely be taller than you. I don’t think she’s the type to explicitly place things higher than needed for you, in fact, I’d imagine she’d place things you needed daily on lower shelves. However, she does like to take advantage of her height when you’re napping together. She’d be the perfect person for the bigger spoon.

[-: Trish loves all body types. She’s the type of person to not care about hip dips, stretch marks, cellulite, etc, and in fact finds the imperfections alluring. It’s canon (she told me herself) that she loves dimples, scars, freckles, pigment issues, the little things. She’s literally the definition of a super model and likes the mundane things that make her feel like a human with a normal partner.

[-: Dates usually consist of clothing hauls, makeup shopping sprees, in-home fashion shows, and the occasional dinner away from home. Expect to come back with hundreds of dollars worth of makeup and clothing, then put on a fashion show for the other. You’re not even sure what to do with all the clothes, so most of them are kept at Trish’s place. Trish also loves to do your makeup, practicing looks she wants to try for herself. At the end of your dates, the whole house is a mess and your tired out from changing clothing and wiping makeup off.

[-: I feel like Trish has a certain knack for goths. Besides just liking the culture and music, she’s amazing at trad goth and romantic goth makeup. She could totally fit into a darker scene and by the subcultures definition, she’s already goth! Playing into this more; if you were goth Trish would call you “battie” and know exactly where to get the good goth clothing for cheap. She has so many connections with clothing stores it’s actually insane.

[-: Trish is a tactile and verbal lover. Expect her to ghost a hand up your spine, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and giving an endearing comment; “Your makeup looks good today.” “Oh! I love that shirt on you, you’ll have to let me borrow it sometime.” “You look nice today, babe.”

[-: If you had gotten so far into the relationship where Trish wanted to place a mating bite/mark on you, Dante would constantly tease you both by poking and commenting at it. Trish would respond by gut-punching Dante Lady-style, or hitting the man in the jugular. It would be an intricate golden design, one that Trish would ghost over with her lips and gently nibble on. Mating bites are sensitive! She knows how to toy with you.

[-: Her hands are magic, literally. She gives the best electro-therapy massages ever. On the contrary, she likes to have her hands massaged from pulling triggers all the time.

[-: Loves when you help her clean her guns/other weapons. Often she doesn't have time to fully clean and inspect her weapons, so she'd offer to teach you. Say yes! She enjoys coming back from shopping to see you wiping down a sword or swabbing down a gun, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a meaningful "Thank you, babe."

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NSFW !

[-; Most always the dominant roll in bed. She much prefers being able to control and bend your pleasure at her fingertips, leading you to orgasm after orgasm. While she won’t mind being the bottom once in awhile, it gets repetitive and frustrating for her when done often.

[-; Type of woman to say “sit on my face” and mean put your full weight on her. She’s a demon, it’s nothing she can’t take. Adding onto this, she rakes her finely manicured nails across your thighs and butt leaving red trails while her tongue flicks around.

[-; Y’know she has those electrical powers? What’s to say she won’t give you a not so gentle zap while fingering you? Nothing so bad it hurts, but strong enough to make your heart kick up and legs instinctively shut.

[-; Has all kinds of strap ons. Big ones, small ones, clear ones, colored ones, knotted ones, tentacle ones, a shit load. What ever your feeling to mess your guts up she probably has.

[-; Trish has a light degradation kink, but a massive praise one as well. She won't push degradation/humiliation if you aren't comfortable with it. If you are however, Trish loves to make comments on you, mixing in praise.

[-; Adding onto the degradation, I don't think Trish would be into slut shaming or any other name calling. Trish has seen her fair share of lonely, short-dicked men cat calling her and while It doesn't affect her much, the last thing she would want is her partner to think Trish thinks of them in that way.

[-; Loves to be ate out after a long mission. If you couldn't fight/didn't want to fight, there would be nothing better than coming back to her sweet little partner and getting treated. "Good doll, you're doing such a good job." She'd say, raking her nude nails through your scalp. Oh, to have your head crushed between her thighs.

[-; She'd be up for trying public play if you were comfortable. To be more specific, Trish would be up for buying you a remote-controlled vibrator. Those ones that hit your g-spot as well as stimulating your clit? She'd totally have one of those. If she's off on a mission or even just out simply shopping with you, her hands on her phone, gently increasing and decreasing the vibes. If you'd happen to loose your composure and crouch down, trying to look like your inspecting the item shelf, Trish would make a jesting comment. "What? Can't handle some vibrations?"

[-; Likes phone sex while she's on missions. If she's not there to touch and tease you, the next best option is to hear your pretty voice. Just because she's not there with you doesn't mean you can come, though.

#trish dmc #trish dmc x reader #dmc trish x reader #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #trish smut #trish x reader smut #dmc headcanons #dmc smut

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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Genshin Impact men as older brother figures: Headcanons

Includes: Kaeya, Scaramouche, Diluc, and Xiao

Tw: none

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KAEYA:

-Teasing. Straight-up teasing. You're never going to get away from it, so don’t even try. I mean, come on--It’s Kaeya, what did you expect? He will keep it to a degree where you know that he’s only poking fun at you, however.

“Oh? A hug? Aw, did you miss me that much? You're too cute. My heart can barely take it.”

-He’s a doting older brother figure, if not incredibly mischievous. I feel like he’s the type to drag you everywhere and invite you to hang out in his office when he’s not working. If you're lucky, he’ll probably try to teach you how to wield a sword or even spar with you.

(Does he let you beat him sometimes? Yes, but he’ll tease you about it so much it probably won’t feel too much like a win.)

-Also, be ready for hugs! Are you feeling down? You're getting a hug. Did you see something that you didn’t like? Hug. Did you get injured somehow? A gentle scolding, then you get a hug. He’s worried that you’ll slip through his fingers, just like everyone else he’s ever cared about, so he’ll try to remedy that feeling by physical touch. So don’t be afraid to initiate hugs by yourself, he’d love it. He’s a very touchy person, so if that’s your thing, you two are a perfect fit!

(If it isn’t, he’ll respect your boundaries, but might ask for hugs occasionally.)

-He’s mildly protective. He knows you can probably fend for yourself but still--he will step into any situation where you feel or show that you are somewhat uncomfortable.

“Ah, just a second. I’d like to speak to my darling little sibling. Huh? No, I’m sure what you were talking about isn’t important at all. Completely irrelevant, even. Please leave, so I may enjoy some quality time without your…unpleasant presence.”

-Ok but I wanna say that he’s like a…sort of bodyguard? I mean that like, idk, he doesn't like (see: absolutely hates) the thought of you being taken advantage of by someone else so he’ll try to ward off any potential suitors vying for your attention.

-Like, if he sees someone else hitting on you, they’ll definitely be subjected to a very cold and insincere smile that just generally warns others against doing it again. If they're persistent…well, let’s just say that he’ll replicate their stubbornness tenfold.

-Expect a casual arm slung around your shoulder if you're as tall as him, or both arms folded on top of your head while he looks down at your pursuer if you're shorter. Besides, who’s going to go against the Calvary Captain himself?

-Will Kaeya engage and pull you into various antics? Yep, probably. Will he make sure that it’s all lighthearted and fun as long as you're here? Yep, definitely.

-He’ll be one of those siblings who acts a little aloof while caring immensely about your wellbeing, hidden under his usual teasing facade.

“You look thinner today--don’t tell me you aren’t eating. Did you skip breakfast? That won’t do--come along, we’re going to the Good Hunter. Why? Well, I can’t have a stick for a little sibling, can I?”

-When you're feeling sad, he’s good at comfort. He’ll listen and add his own commentary when he feels that it’s needed and as mentioned earlier, is completely willing to hug you if you need it. In fact, being a cryo user, his hugs are cooler than a normal person’s, so in the summer, it’ll definitely feel nice. In the winter…he’s a bit sad that you won’t ask for them as much so bear with him if he’s more clingy during that season.

(Can you tell that I really like physical affection? ;-;)

-Pretty chilled out, most of the time, UNLESS you have managed to get injured. Whether it be from training, or a run-in with monsters, anything, he’s there to wrap your wounds, hug you, and then flick your forehead especially hard for worrying him.

-Then he’ll subtly hover over you and make sure you don’t get hurt even more but, like, very sneakily, to the point which you won’t even notice his behavior until he becomes more relaxed and lets you go off on your own without his supervision.

“Nope. I’m not letting you cut your own bread. Why? Because I want some too, y’know. You’ll eat it all by the time I’ve blinked twice.”

(No, he just doesn’t want you holding a knife while your hands are bandaged lest you get even MORE hurt somehow. He’ll deny it if you ask him later.)

-He’ll let you sit in his office whenever you want, even when he’s working, as long as you stay quiet. If you fall asleep while waiting for him to finish, he’ll wrap a blanket around your shoulders and let you sleep.

-Tell him you love him (platonically), and he’ll pause for a second trying to process what you just said in genuine surprise. The result of that is an extra clingy and sappy Kaeya. He might drape himself over you just because he wants to be near you. Or just casually lean against you, using you as a sort of crutch or something.

-Would he let you try alcohol? No. At least, he won’t let you drink huge amounts of it. Maybe a little sip of the most watered-down wine you've probably ever tasted because he’s a responsible person underneath his mask of apathy.

-All in all, he’s a very sweet older brother figure, although he doesn’t show it often, keeping it buried under a layer of his usual barbs and teases. Just know, he’ll always be looking out for you--betrayal is a sore spot for him so he tries to show that he’ll never intentionally hurt you.

(He doesn’t want the same thing that happened to Diluc to happen to you. He’ll keep you as close to him as he possibly can, while life is good. Maybe, when he finally feels that you are ready for it, he’ll tell you about his past and his history.)

SCARAMOUCHE:

-Ouch. That’s all I’m going to say for when you first meet this guy. Ouch, very ouch. Scaramouche has a sharper tongue than anything--even the sharpest sword can’t compare to his cutting words.

-BUT DID YOU KNOW THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS??

(lol idk if this is actually true, but I’ll take my soft Scaramouche agenda to the grave with me. PLUS I SAW ADORABLE SCARA AND QIQI ART ON TWITTER AND AGHGHGJG I LOVE IT)

-Lmao, good luck getting through his defenses and worming your way inside his heart, but when you actually do manage it…an absolute softie with you. Anyone else, they're nothing more than scum made to be walked all over by his sandals.

-He’s like a cat. A very demented cat. If you spend enough time with him and put actual effort into seeing past his incredibly grumpy exterior, then you’ll find that he’ll tolerate your presence. Scaramouche won’t talk to you like he does with his subordinates and really…kind of dotes on you in his own way.

“I saw this bracelet on the ground and it reminded me of you. It’s absolute filth so it’s fitting that you would like it.”

(Sir you cannot tell me you found this gorgeous bracelet on the dusty ass ground. It doesn't have a single speck of dirt on it.)

- He doesn’t really mean it when he insults you or anything. If you read between the lines, his messages are actually quite sweet. You just have to dig deep. Really deep.

-Tsundere. A total tsundere, there’s simply no way around it. He’ll give you little trinkets or food he finds interesting, disguising the actual reason for giving it under excuses.

“I got dango from one of the stalls and the idiotic wench manning it gave me two. I’m not going to eat it, so take it. I’ll throw it away if you don’t.”

“I can’t believe that they thought I’d use something as useless as this. You can have it--it serves me no purpose whatsoever.”

“I have no need for your…physical affection. Hey! I didn’t say I wouldn't let you hug me! I know your puny mortal needs have something to do with… hugs. Be grateful I’m letting you do this.”

-His hat is big enough for the two of you to huddle underneath. He’ll let you wear it if he’s feeling nice and if you beg him enough. Actually, if you beg enough for anything, eventually, he’ll cave underneath the weight of your requests. You just have to beg a lot--like a humongous amount of begging.

-You managed to win over his favorability with determination (lots of it), so why shouldn’t you be persistent enough to ask him for things over and over?

-He’s actually incredibly protective of you. There’s someone following you home? Well, their head now exists somewhere far away from their body. You got hurt today? After making sure you're fine, he’s going to find the culprit and brutally introduce them to his friend, death. You get made fun of? Looks like that person no longer has a tongue to make fun of you with.

-He won’t let you see the extent of his work with the Fatui, but he will tell you that he does regularly murder people, and you're fine with that, cool! He’s relieved as well! When he enacts his plans to break away from the organization, you're coming along with him, although it’s highly likely that you’ll be dropped off somewhere safe while he…ahem…becomes a god.

-It doesn’t work but rest assured. As soon as he recovers he’s coming back to get you. Maybe the two of you will go on adventures together.

(There’s no way in hell that he’ll ever leave you as the world did to him.)

-I don’t think he’s too much of a touchy person but he will accept casual physical contact, such as hugs or maybe leaning against you when he’s feeling lazy. Maybe he’ll tell you that he absolutely despises it, but really, he doesn’t mind it too much.

-If you tell him that you really appreciate him he’ll grace you with one of his incredibly rare smiles. So make sure the scary short man has all the words of affirmation you can possibly give him--it reassures him that you won’t disappear and betray him like everyone else has.

-If you had any intention of leaving him, it’s gone now. Scaramouche is the type of person who might break if he suffers just one more of the things he hates. Please don’t leave him, he’ll shatter under the weight of every betrayal he’s suffered.

-Sad boy, give him hugs. Don’t let go, it’ll make him feel so much better.

-He’s a bit softer since being defeated (see: getting his shit rocked) by the Traveller, so he’ll welcome any affection you show him readily, although he will make excuses when he wants to do the same to you.

“...You have something on your shoulder. Come over here, I’ll get rid of it…no, this isn’t a hug. You're just making things up.”

(It’s totally a hug.)

-He’s not too good at being an older brother figure, but he’s learning, slowly but surely. He’s trying his best to make sure you have a better life than he did and damn it, the world will end before he deserts you.

-His comfort level is…mediocre, but he does his absolute best to try to make you feel better, in his own roundabout way.

“Stop crying. It’s…unbefitting of you. No, wait, that came out wrong… Just come over here alright? You don’t need to cry when you’ve got me. We’re stuck in this together, whether you like it or not--so suck it up.”

-You’ve somehow, by the grace of the gods, earned the title of being his family and that means you're stuck with him forever. Like a cat, you feed one day and it just keeps coming back for more. I hope you don’t mind because he’s fiercely loyal to you.

DILUC:

-I’d say that he’s a bit…rusty when it comes to emotions. Bro legit does not know how the fuck they even work sometimes, but he’ll try to make sure that you know that he cares about you deeply. He comes across as gruff and even grumpy most of the time, even though it’s probably not what he actually feels.

-Istg, 99% of the time he looks as if he might punch someone if they dare come up and talk to him. Plus, the claymore he sometimes hauls around Monstadt is also incredibly intimidating. 99% of the time he’s probably thinking the exact opposite of what people assume.

-Diluc is what you call, emotionally constipated. He’s got a bad case of RBF, so kudos to you for approaching him and getting close enough to see that he’s actually a nice person. He naturally slips into the role of an older brother, although he might come off as awkward when he tries to convey that to you.

-He’s a total sweetheart. Kind of. He won’t let you come along when he slaughters encampments of hilichurls but if he gets hurt, he trusts you enough to bandage whatever wounds he could have procured from his patrols.

-Sometimes that just leads to both of you sitting on comfortable seats (or the floor) and literally just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Like, just random ramblings and stuff and somehow that just leads from topic to topic.

(Although it’ll probably only be you talking about everything, don’t worry. Diluc will definitely listen while you speak and sometimes, he’ll even share some of his own experiences.)

-They're rare, but he will have them with you, and it will guarantee that you strengthen your bond with him. It’s just that he has to do work often, or is exhausted by his nightly routine to go out and kill monsters.

He’s very protective of you. He’s had too many of his family members get hurt because of him, so he’s incredibly careful with the way he treats you. That extends to being extremely overprotective when someone shows obvious interest in you and he doesn’t approve.

“So…you have a crush on my little sibling?... You are unfit of being in any type of relationship in the first place. What makes you think you have a chance?”

-I feel like you have to be the one who has to drag him off to bed so that he doesn’t overwork himself like an idiot.

“...Just let me finish signing this document. I need it to help with the trade of the Dawn Winery’s alcohol production in Liyue.”

(Bitch, that’s what you said 30 minutes ago. Sleep.)

-This guy is touch starved, glomp him or something, he won’t complain. He’s strong enough to hold you up when you do this, don’t be shy. He likes physical touch but for the love of god, he will NOT be the one to initiate it. He won’t ask for anything at all and it’s usually a little difficult to tell if he wants a hug or not.

-Here’s an easy way to tell: Diluc just stares. He stares at you for like, long minutes on end, until you put it together that he wants something like a hug.

-It was weird at first, but now it’s kind of endearing now that you actually know he’s doing it.

-He’s one of those people who gives you a nice, little head pat whenever he feels that he needs to, which is sweet. Although sometimes it’s natural and others it’s a little awkward, but then again, almost everything that’s related to emotions with him is awkward.

(You get extra brownie points if you reach up and pat his head too. He’ll blink confusedly for the next two seconds while mentally bluescreening.)

-He’s surprisingly good at comforting others, seeing as he’s somewhat oblivious to emotional cues. He’ll listen and be there for you, like an anchor to tether you down. His presence can have a rather soothing effect as well.

-Would he let you braid or do his hair? Maybe, if you're lucky and he wants to spend some time with you. His hair is silky and incredibly thick. It’s the best kind for learning how to do different hairstyles since it’s longer.

-He tries to be as open with you as he possibly can and absolutely hates lies for…reasons. Please don’t lie to him, he’ll be sad.

-If you get hurt then oops. Looks like your outside privileges are revoked until you recover! Lmao, he’s going to force you to stay at his home while you recuperate from your wounds. Will he be there to make sure that you actually rest? He’ll damn well try and it’s highly unlikely you’ll escape from your bedrest until he deems you well enough.

“I don’t care if you told the bakery you would get sweet flowers for them. Your leg is injured and I don’t need you messing it up while you heal--stay in bed. I’ll get them for you, and in return, JUST STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE--”

-To be fair, he doesn't need you running around, bleeding out slowly and painfully. LIKE A CERTAIN BLUE-HAIRED IDIOT. I have a headcanon that Kaeya consistently neglects the fact that he’s injured and brushes off the fact that he’s hurt in order to finish more work, which definitely stresses the hell out of Diluc. So he’ll try to make sure that you're fine, to try to ease his anxiety about the both of you.

-Slowly, as time goes by, he becomes more comfortable with you. He’ll bring you small little presents and he’ll let you sit behind the bar in the Dawn Winery when he’s there. Diluc will even let you assemble your own drinks too, granted if they're non-alcoholic.

-He won’t let you taste alcohol until he’s sure that you're responsible enough and even then, he’s going to supervise you, just in case. Bro does not want you to be drunk while he’s not there. The thought of someone advancing on you while you're intoxicated makes his blood boil.

-I say he’s a good older brother figure, in all. He’s a little guarded, and it takes a while for him to actually open up to you enough to consider you as a part of his family but when he actually does, you two are going to be like two peas in a pod.

-(Bonus: Diluc and Kaeya reconcile because of your proking and prodding of both of them. This just means that there are no longer any misunderstandings between them. Both will definitely spoil you while running a friendly competition on which one of them can earn the most of your attention.)

XIAO:

-Look, I wanna know how you managed to befriend an Adeptus to the point of being considered his little sibling. This guy is even more emotionally constipated than Diluc. Don’t let that deter you from trying though!

-Maybe he saved you from monsters and you try to thank him by repeatedly bringing him almond tofu and chatting. Maybe you find him on the roof of your house and you sit next to him every night he decides to visit. Maybe you intentionally seek him out and use your determination to get closer to Xiao, idk. Take your pick of any of these situations.

-Either way, you’ve managed to make him care about you deeply, even though he flat-out refuses to show it. (In actuality, he just doesn’t know how to tell you that you matter to him a shit ton, so he settles for sticking to your side and coming whenever you call for him.)

-Oh, btw, he’ll tell you straight away once he’s comfortable enough to just call out his name whenever you need him. Whether it’s just for something small or something that’s important, he’ll arrive whenever you ask. He might scold you a little if it’s for something he deems as unimportant but he doesn’t actually care too much.

-To him, it’s reassurance that you actually want him around and don’t mind his presence. Which, of course, you don't, he’s an awesome Adeptus, how dare you even think otherwise??

-But in all honesty, he tries to make sure that you're safe and fine, even subconsciously. Like in the back of his mind, he’ll wonder if you're okay and if you call for him while he’s thinking about your safety, he’ll arrive even faster than normal.

-He’s not too big on physical contact or cuddles, but he’ll grudgingly accept them if you're the one giving. It makes him feel bubbly inside and it’s somewhat unfamiliar to him, so he just avoids the feeling all together.

-He’s protective, but he’ll try to keep his distance from you because of his karmic debt. He despises the thought of you being hurt by him or his karma, so at first, once he actually realizes that, oh shit, I really care about this human, he’ll start to distance himself away from you.

-Then you have to hunt him down and tell him that you love him (platonically) and would still stay even if his debt harms you.

-If he sees someone that you're clearly uncomfortable with keep trying to engage you in any type of way he will go down to you and threaten them a little. He’d do more if his contract with Rex Lapis permitted it but he swore to help all humans, which means that he isn’t allowed to actually hurt them.

“Stay away from my little sibling. I’ll rain hellfire down upon you if this continues.”

(Well…he’ll only threaten murder to the point of them leaving you alone. How sweet--it’s his own way of showing his care for you.)

-Even though he doesn’t like big crowds of people, he will go with you if you want to go to festivals in Liyue, just to make sure you're alright. Sure, he’ll look grumpy and brooding the entire time, but he uses this time to grudgingly get closer to you and ward off any potential suitors vying for your attention.

-If you get hurt, he’ll start blaming himself for not protecting you better, even if it’s only a shallow scratch. In his eyes, you are something pure, not meant to be harmed in any way at all. Compared to himself, which he sees as disgusting and shameful. He’ll visit you all the more when you're wounded, which means that you’ll practically have a shadow following you everywhere, ready to step in and help you at any time.

-Xiao appreciates it when you spend time with him, like sitting together under a large tree, hiding from the heat of the sun. Or even just chatting aimlessly on the roof of your house in the middle of the night. Or even sleeping on his shoulder while he keeps watch. Whatever it is, he makes sure to cherish every moment, because he knows how short mortal lives really are.

-Tell him that he’s the best older brother in the world, he’ll blush in embarrassment and scold you for being so shameless. Inwardly though, he’ll feel all warm and happy so give him lots of reassurance that you really do care about him, just as much as he does for you.

“...How brazen can you possibly be?... No, I’m not red, your mind is playing tricks upon you, but…thank you. I--never mind.”

-If he feels lonely, he’ll subtly be more clingy the next time he sees you. Like a quick little tap of his fingers against your arm to get your attention or more physical contact. Maybe he’ll make an excuse to stick to your side as long as he can afford, trying to tell himself that it’s for your own good.

-He will let you play with his hair when he feels somewhat tired. He doesn’t actually sleep--it’s more of a light doze--but he will tolerate you combing your fingers through his silky hair since it feels nice for him. You've done it so many times that it’s practically habit for him to lay down next to you and expect you to start running your hands through his locks.

-If you don’t, he’ll nudge your hand a little and glare at you until you comply with his wishes.

“...Hey. would you start…doing your thing already? What? Of course you know what I mean, you've done it so many times before. Huh?... You're just messing with me, aren't you?”

-OUGFDSEFG we love him.

-His comforting skills are…the same as Scaramouche’s but he tries. Don’t hold it against him if he just stands to the side, patting your back awkwardly, silent wishing he had the power to make you feel instantly better. He legit has spent so much time avoiding humans that he doesn’t even know how they work anymore.

“…hey. Don’t cry, I’m…sure everything will turn out alright. Huh? You weren’t crying? Well, just feel better, okay?…I don’t like seeing you sad.”

-All in all, he might fumble around with his emotions but ultimately will do anything to ensure your happiness and safety. Plus you can brag about having touched an Adeptus’s hair and survived to tell the tale! Honestly, he’s a real sweetheart who really cares about you. Spend some time with him, and share a plate of almond tofu, he appreciates it.

AN-ok I’m done. If u want to ask me to write anything, I am currently taking requests, HOWEVER, it’ll take me a while to actually post anything else, so please be patient! Please don’t steal my work!

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what’s Gray Wing and Sparrow Fur’s relationship going to be like?

Ohhhh Sparrow Hearrtttt

Honestly Sparrow Heart has become so different that sometimes she pulls at the "stick close to canon" leash. She's a baby in the Free Reign Arc of DOTC and can't do much, but by the time of TBC she is an ancient spirit who is SO tired of being nice

But anyway. BB!DOTC.

She had three parents, Turtle Heart, Bumble, and Gray Wing. Gray just has this amazing way with kids, they take everything seriously and break everything down into terms they can understand. Some of Sparrow's and Owl's earliest memories are of Gray Wing bundling them up in their tail and showing them the stars, explaining the constellations, pointing out the ones the Sun Trail Cats used to navigate by night.

They taught her how to trust, to look for the good in things. She was an adventurous kit, and Tom took advantage of that. He lead them right away from their home, and when Sparrow tried to stop because she was tired, Tom taught her the first lesson about cruelty.

Dragged to a strange house by a man she doesn't know, a painful bruise forming, she was terrified. Gray Wing, Lightning Cry, and Acorn Swoop arrived to rescue her, only for her to learn that Turtle Heart died because she left with Tom. Bumble tried to comfort her kids in that moment, but more than ever, they were clinging to Gray Wing. Xey were their savior, in that emotional moment.

Bumble was hurt, they were ALL hurting, but she understood. A kid's grief shouldn't be a performance, it should be about them. What THEY need to heal. Right?

But the next thing that Sparrow Heart learned was that support is conditional. She loved Bumble, that was her OTHER mom, and Tall Shadow called for her exile. Gray Wing agreed. It didn't matter that she screamed and cried for her, tried to bargain she'd hunt for her (when she was still too young to have caught anything in her whole life), they sent her away.

Powerful people can take anything they want from you. They can make you do anything they want you to do.

And you are a commodity that can be bargained for. Gray Wing had to leave the kits behind when they charged off with reinforcements, and Tall Shadow used Sparrow Heart and Pebble Heart as leverage.

Tall Shadow: "You disavowed us, but these kits are still our clanmates. How am I supposed to trust that your group will be able to care for them?"

Gray Wing: "a kit belongs with its parents, Tall Shadow. You are honorable, you would not keep them from us."

"I don't need flattery, I need proof. Proof that you are capable of providing for them."

Thunder Storm: "what, payment? You want to make servants of us?"

As Sparrow Heart grew, the more she became aware of these things. But you know who doesn't get traded like a dead mouse? The one around whom the world revolves?

Skystar.

Sparrow Heart loved her family, all three parents, her brothers, and her friends. But she grew tired of being scared, losing people, being powerless and begging for an audience. She eventually became Skystar's deputy, turning her hungry eyes towards leadership...

And that is where her tale ends, for now. I know where I'd go from here, but I want to know what canon does first. I'm looking at that upcoming super edition with judgemental anticipation.

But for Sparrow Heart, Gray Wing will always be many complicated things. A father. A childhood hero. A traitor. A savior, again, who reunited her and Pebble with Bumble. She will always love them; but they taught her that even the people you love the most can make choices that hurt you.

#BB!Sparrow Heart #Me when I get to write fucked up girls :000000 #BB!DOTC #Better bones au #I <3 you fallenleaf I <3 you spotty I <3 you sparrow heart #tw abuse #tw child abuse

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earth bender todo is a no brainer he’s built like a rock lol. curious about your views on the other elements for the rest of the cast?

Airbenders: Satoru, Yuuta

Gojo is everybody’s problem. Just hovers (literally) around people’s conversations, makes wind to mess up your hair, “Why would I walk over there when I could float over there?,” already tall enough to hold something over someone else’s head and the added advantage of air bending would not help. Absolutely the fucking worst. Besides, can’t you see him having an Appa… pray for the greater good of the world.

Poor, poor Yuuta quite literally only has Satoru as his mentor because where are the other airbenders? Who knows, but not here. He’s a little clumsy for an airbender at first, but eventually finds his footing. He’s also too timid at first, not wanting to use bending to attack because what if he accidentally takes the air out or someone’s lungs? What if he uses air bending and pushes someone too far and they get seriously hurt? What if he makes someone choke or suffocate? He would hate himself :(

It takes sometime, but he gets comfortable. Definitely no wise air nomad, but pretty strong with Satoru’s help. He still trips and falls, but at least now he knows how to make one of those little air balls to cushion his fall. Never learns to use a glider for everyone’s safety.

Waterbenders: Inumaki, Megumi, Nanami?

Toge just makes sense here. Give him a backstory similar to Amon in tlok, minus the whole villain arc; his family basically forced him to train and use his water bending/blood bending to their advantage. Makes him hesitant to use to later to seriously harm someone, even if it would save him. He’s not above using his bending for pranks like splashing Maki’s tea in her face, tho.

Don’t know if Megumi ever quite gets the bloodbending thing down, but he does learn to heal pretty proficiently. Still holds a grudge against Satoru for sending him half way across the world to hone his healing abilities, but he admits it made him better in the end. Despite the fact that waterbenders hail from the polar ends of the Earth, Megumi does not like the cold and he will let it be known.

Nanami is a toss up bc I feel like he fits both the water bending and fire bending roles :// he’s just that good :// the waterbender version of him is definitely a healer like Megumi, but the firebending version of him 100% has Azula’s blue flames. Doesn’t consider himself a true “master” regardless, even though anyone who has ever met him would beg to differ.

Earthbenders: Todo, Yuuji?

Todo is a no brainer. Doesn’t have the refined taste for metal bending, but lavabending? Yeah. Complains about getting called to do all the manual labor, but loves knowing that he’s literally strong enough to move the Earth underneath him and that even a volcano doesn’t stand a chance against him. Fantastic, 10/10

The Bolin to Yuuji pipeline is real and it will be studied. Yuuji would accidentally discover he can metalbend and then can never bring himself to do it when he needs to 😭😭 he’s trying his best. Nobara frequently says he’s dumb as a rock and laughs because she thinks it’s clever.

Firebenders: Nobara, Nanami?, Shoko, hear me out when I say Yuuji too but at this point I think avatar Yuuji is the supreme concept

Only other path for Nobara is an earth bender akin to Toph, but something about her being Azula’s less evil reincarnate sits so right with me, but also with Ty Lee’s… whatever that acrobatic shit she had going on was. She’s just that good, she’s just that girl. Refuses to make Yuuji’s drink hot again just because he forgot about it and it got cold—unless he promises to make her a bracelet out of a good gemstone she finds.

Once again, torn for Nanami. You already know the Iroh comparison is there, too. He’s not as flashy of a bender as someone like Nobara, but that doesn’t mean he’s not talented. He knows that he has to be precise in his firebending lest he destroy something or burn someone he cares about. Uses other bending forms to enhance his use and understanding of firebending.

It seems easy to make Shoko a waterbender and healer, but something about her smoking leads me down the firebender with combustion path. Maybe not… from her forehead like the ones we’ve seen in atla and tlok, but somehow it’s still there. Plus this way she doesn’t need to rely on anyone to light her cigarette to begin with, winwin, girlboss on the move.

Back again with Yuuji, but like I said, I think we just need to accept that avatar Yuuji is the only route that will truly suffice. Maybe we just start by saying he was born a firebender, and Nanami starts out at his first and primary tutor. He’s the one who introduces Yuuji to Satoru—and even though Kento threatens Satoru when he finds out he’s had Yuuji working on an air ball instead of any technical air bending for the past month—it all works out in the end. Yuuji’s a playful airbender, but hones in on the spiritual importance in the end, too. Megumi protests for months against being his waterbending master, until he finally breaks down. Todo through a rock at Yuuji the first time they were introduced, but Yuuji managed to throw it back without any knowledge of earthbending at that point and it was smooth sailing from there.

Non-benders: Maki, Mai

If Nobara is our un-evil Azula, then Maki and Mai are her Mai and Ty Lee, respectively. Maki never misses her targets and Mai has too much fun reducing benders to non-bending puddles with just a few punches.

#anonymous #here u go u didn’t ask for this much detail but i have many thoughts when it comes to avatar teehee #nobara my most beloved <333 #kinda want megumi to solo and have both bloodbending and healing but i think one is enough for him he’s tired. he’s tired.#i don’t like geto but if i had to put him somewhere he’s either a non bender who keeps trying to kidnap other benders #or he’s firelord ozai’s less successful cousin in law #jjk x reader

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saffronwritings · 10 months

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Pretending - Ghostface

A/N: Hi I actually liked this one, I didn't proof read or anything, so enjoy this little fun blurb I did about Ghostface from DbD (danny because i love him) before he gets put into the fog.

Triggers: Drinking alcohol, stalking, yandere vibes, mentions of killing, cursing?

There was something thrilling about the hunt; if there wasnt then what would be the point of the chase? Danny loved the chase more than anything. The screams, the terror in his victims face as they knew he was the last thing they were going to see. There was no morally grey here; just pure pleasure in the plunging of the kill. You were his latest prey - his latest muse in all the pictures he took of you.

You had no idea he was like a ghost around every corner of you. You didn’t know how he watched your every move from the elongated reading sessions to when you were too drugged up to feel anything at all. Something about you screamed out to him in ways that was new to him.

He always desired the kill, but he never desired a person before.

Danny was lured into you the first time he stepped into the bar that connected the two of you. You had no idea, as you were probably on your third or fourth drink, as Danny watched you from a formidable distance. He watched as you tossled your hair and had a little flirt with the bartender. It was your way of getting free drinks to get your mind off whatever it was you were trying to escape.

His eyes burning a whole into your chest and undressing you with his eyes; a desired burning deep in him that had not been ignited for years. The way your lips curved to the glass you were nursing as if it was the last thing you were going to drink drove him insane. Usually he was better behaved. Usually Danny would walk away because he knew what happened when he got too close to his victims. Usually you’d be dead by the end of the night.

Yet, he let himself slowly drift over to you. One shadow passing into another. He waited until you eventually made your way onto the dance floor and lost yourself in the beat of the music. All you were missing was a dark mysterious stranger to slid in behind you and grab those hips of yours and whisper dark nothings into your ear. Which is exactly what Danny had planned on doing, had another stranger not had already done so before he could get to you.

Jealousy raged through him as he watched the strange dig his dirty little fingers into your curves where his hands should have been. He had half a mind to slip into the darkness and somehow lure the man to his death. However, you had dismissed yourself from the stranger and waddled on over to the bathroom. This was like clockwork, which was why Danny had moved over to the bar.

This was the third time you had done this small little routine tonight. You had a drink or two, chugged down a water, flirted with the bartender (for potentially another shot), squealed when a song came on that you knew, you got onto the dancefloor, danced for the song and then ran to the bathroom. Rinse and repeat like clockwork. He had to guess that was your advantage to not getting too attached to anyone here. A small bladder with lots of water and alcohol.

You had sauntered back out of the bathroom, readjusting your dress when you thought no one was watching (Danny was), and fluffed up your hair as you reapproached the bar. This time, you happened to notice Danny’s presence is the addition you weren’t expecting. Tall, dark, and extremely handsome was a mixture for disaster. Your friends were always telling you that you needed to let loose sometimes and have a little fun; but you didnt know they didnt mean him of all people.

“Good evening.” Danny let out in a smooth tone that sent chills down your spine. “Good evening.” You responded in the same, both being awestruck by this handsome man and by the alcohol clouding your thoughts. Danny let out a chuckle that sent your cheeks into a fiery burn. (Another thing to thank the alcohol for.) “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” You said to the bartender, pointing briefly to whatever Danny was drinking. This made him raise an eyebrow to you and make his smirk deepen.

The bartender looked over at Danny and with a frown back to you. “Are you sure?” He asked and you only firmly nodded your head. What Danny wasn’t expecting you to do was to throw the scotch back like it was nothing but water. No pucker in your face and no reaction. You must be absolutely hammered. “Well color me impressed princess. What are you trying to prove?” Danny purred, leaning closer to you. He could smell the alcohol dripping from your breath like it was honey from a comb.

He wanted nothing more than to put his chapped lips against your plump lips glossed with lip products that would probably smear with how hard he would kiss you. He wanted to ruin that makeup you probably spent an hour perfecting; mascara running down your cheeks and love bites littering your neck. When he bit his lip he dragged his teeth on his lip ring, catching your attention and making eye contact with him. “Who said I had to prove anything to you, buddy.” You smiled as you handed the bartender your card to close out your tab. You then turned away from the dance floor and left the building.

Danny was so stunned at first that he couldnt move or even breathe. Had you just rejected him? But then the gears started turning in Danny’s head. Or were you playing hard to get just like any other self-loathing female does? So he payed his tab as well to the just as confused bartender and stalked out after you. He didn’t notice you immediately, but then he caught a glimpse of your satin navy blue dress from across the street.

You knew to run, what a smart girl after all. Danny once again bit his lip with excitement as he stalked after you from a distance. He watched you carefully as you unlocked you apartment and close the door behind you. He saw the lights go on in the main living room and with pretty sheer curtains he got the show he didn’t know he was getting. Watching as you slid the dress off revealing the little to no undergarments you had on under that sleek dress of yours.

Danny had to tear his eyes from your body and from you before he acted on his impulses. He wanted you. Not like in anyway he has wanted something before. Before it was all about the thrill of the hunt, and in many ways this was just like that. He wanted you, and he knew he had to chase you in order to get you. So he stalked away from your apartment for the time being because he had to make up a plan to make you his.

Danny had a specific way of doing things, and you were no different. He kept tabs on you for a week before approaching you again. He watched you go to your daily coffee shop to get your mocha latte with two creams and one sugar. He followed you when you ended up at your office for work and he waited all day to figure out what time you got out. He watched you drag your tired body to another building to do your daily yoga practice, watching your body contour in ways that were both grotesque and beautiful.

He monitored when the light went out in your room at night and when you managed to stumble your way out of the door early in the morning. He was fond of the way you grumbled on your venture to the coffee shop, or how you would fumble with your wallet to grab your card for the cashier, or how you tried to balance your laptop bag with your coffee as you entered the office, or how you always looked dischelved after your hour of yoga.

When it came to Friday night once more, he took a leap of faith that you would be right back at the bar where he met you one week prior. And there you were, in an even tighter dress that was made of velvet material hugging all your curves in all the right places. Danny handed his credit card to the bartender and told him to start his tab and your tab as well.

When you walked up to the bar and went to hand your card to the bartender and he pointed you to Danny, your eyes widened. “Hello again, sweetheart.” Danny greeted you and downed the rest of his drink. “Drinks on me.” He said lifting his glass as a friendly gesture to you and as a way to let the bartender know he needed a refill. He had to be full of himself you had thought, or he wanted something. However, you couldnt help but feel the same pull that Danny had felt.

You felt drawn to him and even though every fiber in your body was telling you to run because he was nothing but danger, you wanted nothing more than to chase after him as well. You shrugged your shoulders, gave the bartender your first drink order (two shots of Titos and a Manhattan) and felt your nerves start to calm down.

“I’m Danny by the way.” Danny offered with an extended hand to you. “Y/N.” You replied and lightly shook his hand. You walked over to the bar stool next to him and plopped yourself down next to him with your little cocktail in your hands. “So, Mr.Tall Dark and Handsome, what brings you to a place this dark and scummy this wonderful Friday night?” You had asked him as you swirled the beverage around in your hand. Danny watched for a few moments before bringing his caramel brown eyes to meet yours.

“I could be asking the same to you.” He replied in a dry and low tone, dripping with sarcasm and ecstasy. He screamed everything you should stay away from. The brooding look, the piercings, the dark academia clothes; everything that screamed the dark and mysterious bad boy type. “Maybe I’m just looking for some fun in dangerous places.” You replied and took a sip of your martini.

Danny looked you up and down and drank you all in tonight. You had done your hair up better than last time. Your make-up had been done flawlessly and with precision on the eyeliner. Realization had crept up in Danny that made his desire burn even hotter than any wildfire and was threatening to consume him; you had wanted to see him again. You knew you would see him again. You wanted him to see you and your efforts. You had been playing hard to get but you couldn’t get him out of your mind like you couldnt get off his.

A smile danced its way across Danny’s lips as he brought his drink up to throw the rest of its contents back. The bourbon had burned his throat and he felt his entire chest warm up to the sensation. You had just finished your martini when you heard a song that made you squeal on cue. Jumping to your feet, you quickly put your martini glass on the bar and in quick succession took your tequila shots.

After getting past the initial burn of the alcohol you had grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the dance floor. After first Danny was amused by your actions and had let you bring him along this time around. You had trusted him so easily it was terrifying. He could have easily gotten to you tonight if his bloodlust was to be quenched. However, this was a different addiction he needed a fix for.

He watched almost in a mesmorizing trance as your hips swayed and you grinded your hips to the beat of the music. Every now and then you would glimpse over at him to see if he was still watching you. This infuriated you unbeknownst to him so he wasnt expecting you to stomp over to him, took handfuls of his shirt and yanked him down to kiss you.

Your lips were just as soft as he had imagined and melted so well against his. He took just only a moment to process what had happened but didn’t stop himself from immediately giving into the kiss. He quickly brought his hand to your cheek and had his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull him in closer to you. “Stop pretending like you don’t want me when you clearly do.” You had said after breaking the kiss abruptly, once again shocking Danny.

He blinked as he took what you said in and then let out a series of laughs. You had puffed out your cheeks at his reaction and he gauged this reaction carefully. He ducked down to whisper in your ear, “ That’s very bold from the girl I already planned to fuck the brains out of.”

#ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #ghostface fanfic #ghostface #danny johnson #danny johnson x you

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Invader Zim Deathmatch:

ROUND 2, FIGHT 2:

Number 2 vs Mimi!

The fight must be one on one so no outside help is allowed, but prep time is allowed.

The rule for prep time is that if one contestant gets prep time, the other contestant gets an equal amount of prep time as well.

[Masterpost]

Information about both contestants (who they are, powers and abilities, etc) can be found under the cut.

Contestant Stats:

Number 2:

“Second best (technically THE best) Zim in the Zimvoid”

Note: due to me doing a LOT of different analyses of Zim’s combat capabilities, intelligence, and competence in general, this section goes way further into detail than with any other contestant, to the point where I can say almost exactly HOW Zim/Number 2 fights along with his general abilities, which gets its own section.

Appearances:

Number 2 appears in the Zimvoid Arc of the comic that spans Issues 46-49

Tactics:

Zim is a very environmental fighter that uses his mind and the environment around him a lot in combat, quickly setting up traps, leading his opponents into bad positions and using anything he can get his hands on to gain an advantage.

Zim also uses his PAK a lot in combat, mostly for the extra maneuverability it provides. Leaping around and dodging attacks with it and using it to quickly climb and move around.

Zim also knows how and when to briefly get into his opponent’s head, confusing them by briefly putting on an act to seem dumber than he appears (Take his fights against Hobo 13 and Pilot Dib for very good examples). Once his opponent is distracted or thrown off, he strikes fast and hard.

Powers and abilities:

Irken physiology (Can lift over 3 times his body weight and is extremely durable. Also, Number 2’s rather tall size means that he weighs more and can therefore lift more than the average Zim)

PAK (PAK legs, PAK lasers, shield generator, all the things an Irken PAK can do)

Elite military training (Zim is an Invader, meaning that he went through irken military training and became an elite soldier before going through Invader training. This means that Number 2 has the combat skills of an elite soldier)

Invader training (as an Ex-Invader, Number 2 is trained in espionage, stealth, sabotage, and other invader-related things)

Deathmatch Skills (Number 2 has extensive experience in combat, as he got his title of Number 2 by fighting and defeating every other Zim in the Zimvoid Arena, along with presumably needing to fight multiple times to preserve his title)

Throwing Knife Mastery (Number 2 has a 99.4% accuracy rate with throwing knives, and it’s very likely that this accuracy rate also applies to other throwable things)

Superior Intelligence (Zim is the single smartest Irken we’ve ever seen and is a lot smarter than he appears, being able to build things in less than an hour that artificially enhanced irkens take days or even weeks to build. This significantly reduces or even removes the amount of prep time Number 2 needs to create something depending on how complicated that thing is. Zim is also capable of manipulating people by playing dumb, a tactic he sometimes uses in combat to throw his opponents off their rhythm (take his fights in Hobo 13 and the Pilot for example))

Shock Spear (as seen in Nickelodeon All Star Brawl of all places, Zim owns, knows how to use, and always has on his person: a unique Shock Spear. This Shock Spear can presumably do anything a regular Shock Spear can do, including shocking anyone hit by it and discharging energy from the blades for a ranged attack)

[Weakness] No common sense or impulse control [Averted] (Zim normally has little common sense or impulse control and seems to struggle with motivation, a fact that usually leads to him defeating himself. HOWEVER, in the right situation where Zim properly focuses on the task at hand (usually either when he wants revenge or when he thinks his life or his mission is in danger), Zim completely loses this weakness and not only becomes completely motivated, but also starts thinking things through, becoming far more dangerous. A fight to the death like this competition definitely fills those requirements, meaning that Number 2 in this situation would be completely focused at basically all times, and that’s assuming that Number 2 even has this weakness in the first place)

Fun Fact:

Number 2 claims that his divergent trait is that he’s slightly worse at throwing knives (99.4% accuracy instead of 99.7), but that claim seems rather suspicious when you take into account things like Number 2’s height, which a slightly worse accuracy rate would never affect. So it’s possible that he’s lying about his divergent trait. For simplicity in this competition, we’re going to assume he’s telling the truth.

Mimi:

“Built from trash, still works better than Gir”

Appearances:

Mimi only appears in “Tak; The Hideous New Girl”, although we would have seen them reappear in the unfinished episode “Top Of The Line”

Powers and abilities:

SIR Unit technology (a massive array of stored weapons, laser eyes, x-ray vision, analyzing equipment, etc)

Extreme strength (SIR Units can lift extremely heavy objects that are much larger than themselves, like a Megadoomer plug, with no issue. Mimi’s large claw arm also helps here)

Extreme speed (SIR Units can move extremely fast, with Gir moving fast enough to dodge missiles)

Flight (SIR Units also come equipped with foot-mounted rocket engines allowing them to fly)

Holographic technology (Mimi comes equipped with unique holographic technology, letting them disguise themselves as a regular cat. It’s possible that Mimi can turn invisible using this technology like Tak can, but we never actually see it happen)

[Weakness] Fragile (Despite being described as better than an average SIR Unit in every way, Mimi seems to be more fragile than other SIR Units. A single blast of soda was able to knock their extremely important memory drive clean out and it only takes Tak a few seconds to completely disassemble Mimi when they start getting in her way. Meanwhile, even defective SIR Units like Gir are shown to be so durable that they continue to operate even when missing their own heads, which Mimi is notably unable to do)

Fun Fact:

Mimi cannot speak, but we can hear Gir speaking through them once they get remotely controlled by him, meaning that Mimi does have the physical means to speak, but lacks a unique voice of their own to speak with.

#invader zim #invader zim deathmatch #polls #number 2 #Mimi #Zim #Tak

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Part 13: Dance of Darkness

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Lucy and Tommy iron out the arrangements with Alfie and Lucy makes an effort to comfort Tommy after a conversation with Ada goes badly.

Word Count: 4,940

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut, violence, and references to prostitution.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 6: Heartful of Love & Devotion

Tommy and Lucy exchanged grins as they watched the Digbeth Kid retreat from the snug. Good kid. Tall and gangly, with a large nose and funny clothes. It was rare that they got someone in there that was so wide-eyed and innocent to the world.

“Oh, I don’t know, Tom. Kids these days…” Arthur smiled at his paper.

“They didn’t fight, so they’re different. They stay kids,” Tommy said.

“I liked him,” Lucy tapped the ash from her cigarette into a tray in the middle of the table. “He seemed sweet.”

Tommy shot her a look from over his paper and she rolled her eyes fondly, knocking his foot with hers under the table.

The remainder of the people who wandered in to see them were generally uninteresting and insignificant, most of them searching to earn a few quid working for the Peaky Blinders, and a few with grievances that needed sorting or payments for protection.

“Shall we head back to the house?” John asked, stretching his arms as they all stood. Lucy downed the remainder of her tea and took Tommy’s outstretched hand to help pull her from her seat. The four of them walked down the lane, Arthur and John snickering to themselves about the Digbeth Kid, beginning to tussle. Lucy linked her arms through his and snorted at the display as John and Arthur pulled their guns, beginning to play cowboy with one another.

“If one of them accidentally shoots the other, I’m gonna laugh,” Lucy threatened in his ear. Tommy coughed to cover his snicker, elbowing her back fondly. Arthur and John continued to play with each other, bursting through the doors of the house with their guns still raised. They didn’t even notice that there was a mystery boy in the kitchen with Polly until they’d already hurled inside. Lucy hid her snicker in Tommy’s bicep.

Poor Michael Gray had looked rather stunned at the sudden hurricane that had burst through the door, eyes huge and wide, but as he continued to watch, a silent curiosity overtook the surprise. Tommy smiled at him welcomingly. Arthur and John both holstered their weapons, snickers stifling as Tommy introduced them–or, reintroduced them, technically–to their cousin.

“I’m Lucy,” she said, in response to Michael’s curious look, shaking his hand.

“Thomas’s assistant,” Polly supplemented.

They took their leave hastily, after that. It was clear that Polly was anxious to continue getting reacquainted with her long lost boy. But her eyes were shining brightly, her whole being practically glowing with her joy.

“I told you,” Lucy hissed into Tommy’s ear in quiet triumph. He just rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile.

∗ ∗ ∗

“You really think that Billy Kitchen will do alright with Alfie?” Lucy asked, taking a sip of her whiskey. They were alone in the snug, taking a moment to relax after their latest meeting with Billy Kitchen of the Black Country boys. Lucy hadn’t said a thing the entire time, just sitting on a box of crates in the garage with her feet swinging back and forth, eying Billy up and down while he talked with Tommy and John.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with her feet in his lap, hand stroking along the patch of bare skin between her shoe and where her pants leg had ridden slightly up. “You don’t think that he will?”

“I think that Alfie is volatile. And Billy wants people to know that he’s in charge,” she shrugged. “Could be that they bump heads.”

“An alliance with the Black Country boys will be more than advantageous for us.”

“I know,” she hummed as he began to circle his thumb along the spot in her ankle that sometimes ached with the rain. “Just might be a good idea to keep an eye on them. So we can intervene before anyone comes to blows.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, taking a deep drag from his cigarette. “Anything else?”

“Ada’s moving into her new house with Karl. Everything seems fine, regarding them. No more threats or attempted attacks.”

Tommy nodded. “Good,” clearing his throat, he stubbed out his cigarette, finger sliding far enough up under the leg of her trousers to find the rigidness of a scar that ran along her calf.

“Oh, this will make you laugh,” Lucy smirked, eyes dancing wickedly with the mirth of having discovered something infinitely amusing to her. “The police have found lodgings for Mr. Campbell in a hostel in the city.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “And that’s funny how?”

Lucy grinned. “His landlady is the woman who used to run that whorehouse in Stechford. Apparently, she’s not really as retired from the work as most people believe. That’s something that the police have to know about.”

Tommy let out a laugh. “You think that they put him up there on purpose?”

“Word is that Moss is telling anyone who will listen that Campbell’s off his fucking rocker.”

Tommy chuckled, leaning back with his hand smoothed along her calf, turning the information over in his head. Considering how best he could use it to torture the troublesome Major. Curling the hand not stroking her leg under her chin, he encouraged her to lean forward until he could peck her lips.

“Very well done, love,” he smirked at the shiver that wracked through her at his low voice, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

“We should head out soon,” she mumbled regrettably. Tommy hummed in agreement, giving her another kiss and squeezing her leg before pulling away. They’d just exited the pub, Tommy stuffing his hands into his pockets, when a voice called from behind them.

“Tommy, I need to use the telephone,” Michael said, having just rounded the corner. “Polly said you had one in the pub.”

Tommy hesitated, then huffed. “All right. Be quick. I have business,” he went to go back inside.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Lucy told him, following them in and going to the bar. Tommy nodded to her, and led Michael into the back room where they kept the phone.

∗ ∗ ∗

“What did Michael say when you let him in to use the phone?” Lucy asked, the car rumbling as it carried them closer and closer to Camden Town. Tommy didn’t take his eyes off the road when he answered.

“He said that he wants to stay with us. In Birmingham.”

“He’s not of age yet. His adopted mother might throw a fit.”

“He insisted.”

“He insisted,” she quoted back.

“The kid’s bored in that village,” Tommy sighed. “He’s just looking for a thrill.”

“After living a whole life in a quaint, boring, little village, I suppose I could see why the gangster life would seem appealing,” she shot him a look. “What does Polly say?”

“I haven’t heard her opinion on the matter yet.”

“Who knows what that could be,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You think that he’s cut out for it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. There’s…something in his eyes…” Tommy trailed off, frowning. They were pulling into Camden Town.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see how it goes,” she coughed. “Let him and Polly spend a little more time together, first. See how they really feel about one another. If he still wants to stay, after that, we can more seriously consider it.”

Tommy sighed. “Yeah,” he put the car into park and killed the engine. Lucy eyed the outside of the bakery.

“How do you feel about this?”

“I feel that you were right about Alfie being volatile.”

“Mm. Well, if it all goes to hell, we can just shoot him.”

Tommy snorted as they got out of the car. “I thought that he was a near and dear old friend of yours.”

“Pfft. Not that near and dear.”

They were led into a dimly lit room in Alfie’s bakery, where they waited as their men began to file inside, standing in rows facing them, their aprons slung over their shoulders. Alfie came to stand beside her, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Tommy. Tommy paced back and forth in front of them, looking over the boys with scrutinizing eyes.

It could have all gone better. One of the men had cracked a joke after Tommy gave them all their instructions, and Alfie had a bit of an outburst. One of the men got slapped around…

Though, at the same time, it could have gone a lot worse. They all walked out of the bakery alive.

“You didn’t tell me that he was fucking insane,” Tommy huffed once they were a safe distance away, though his tone was more exasperated than accusing.

“He’s gotten even more volatile since I knew him,” she sighed, taking a cigarette he offered her. “But so long as everyone behaves themselves, follows the rules, and does their jobs, I think we’ll be alright.”

Tommy just hummed, mind clearly spinning behind those pretty blue eyes.

∗ ∗ ∗

The car rolled to a stop in front of the house, Tommy killing the engine and stepping out, heading directly to the front door.

“Wait here,” Lucy ordered the two men in the backseat before following him. He unlocked the door, holding it open for her, shutting and locking it behind them.

They found Ada in one of the sitting rooms, with a gun pointed to the door. She must have heard them come in. Tommy scoffed at the gun.

“You’ve got a key?” Ada looked like she wanted to scream. Tommy shrugged.

“I kept a spare.”

“Give it to me.”

To Lucy’s surprise, Tommy didn’t fight her on it, just pulled it from his pocket, tossing it once in the air and throwing it onto the table in front of Ada. She lowered the gun. Lucy began to stalk around the room, eyeing the half unpacked boxes and glancing out the windows.

“The unpacking looks like it's going well,” Lucy said.

“Could do with some paint, eh?” Tommy looked around before sitting across from Ada.

“Yeah. When I decide,” she sat down, arms crossed as she watched Tommy examine the cover of one of her books.

“Is Karl settling in alright?” Lucy asked, unable to stand the awkward silence that stretched into the air.

“Hm? Oh, yes, he loves the place. All these big rooms for him to run around in,” Ada shook her head, eyes filling with gentle fondness at the mention of her son, before hardening again when she glanced at her brother. “What is it that you want, Tommy?”

“Just, uh, came by to say hello,” he put the book down. Ada scoffed.

“Tommy Shelby never goes anywhere for no reason.”

He sighed, relenting and beginning to explain how he had eight hundred pounds remaining in the Shelby property fund that he wanted to put towards renting properties. He’d thought to come to Ada about it. That she might have some insights into the best way to go about providing accessible living to the needy.

“To poor people? Ten to a room. No repairs, no water. And if they complain, you just send Lucy or Arthur and the boys round.”

Tommy didn’t look at Ada as she spoke. Lucy raised her eyebrow and forced herself to bite her tongue, else she would have torn Ada’s head off.

She did not understand how they all could always think the absolute worst of him, and yet still claim to love him.

“You know, I give advice down at the library. Families thrown on the street. It’s men like you we’re fighting,” Ada spat out.

Lucy felt her shoulders stiffen, the harshness of Ada’s words felt like a slap, even to her, and she wasn’t even that close with her. Tommy’s face was carefully blank, but when she caught a look at his eyes, she went completely still, startled at the unending agony that seemed to have been awoken in them.

“Well, anyway, I was just passing,” he stood suddenly, not even really looking at Ada, or rising to argue against her accusations. Instead, he just headed for the door. “Thanks for the tea,” he added, even though there wasn’t even a teapot on the table. Lucy felt her heart fall into her feet. Goddamn, Ada had really actually, genuinely, hurt his feelings.

“Tommy?” Ada asked, face twisting, almost as if she regretted what she’d said. He stopped at the door, turning to face her. Ada swallowed. “There are always men outside watching the house.”

Lucy was beginning to worry that if she bit her tongue any harder she was actually going to rip it off. Ada just delivered such a brutally harsh verbal blow to her brother that she had him physically retreating, and she thinks now would be a good time to complain!? And not just that, but to complain about her brother simply wanting to keep her safe.

Considering the recent attack on her by Sabini, Lucy would have thought she’d want the extra protection.

Ungrateful idiot.

They fought back and forth on it for awhile, until finally Tommy put an end to it.

“If I thought there was no one watching the house, I couldn’t sleep,” he shrugged, looking around the room. “Cheerio, then,” the subduedness that had entered his voice ever since Ada’s comments remained, as did the barely discernible slump in his shoulders as he went out the door. Even after the door swung shut behind him, Lucy remained in her spot leaned up against the windowsill, arms crossed as she stared Ada down.

“Aren’t you going to follow him?” Ada asked, seemingly unnerved at Lucy still being there. It was very rare that they were ever alone with one another. Lucy gnashed her teeth together in an attempt to stop herself from screaming at her. She didn’t understand how the rest of the Shelbys couldn’t seem to realize what their words did to Tommy. It was like they really believed that he didn’t feel anything. That they couldn’t hurt him. They didn’t deserve him; at least not in Lucy’s eyes. They were never there, like she was, in the dark of night, after the business of the day was done, when his shoulders would sag with the weight of the world on them. When the sorrowful pain in his eyes looked as though it were at risk of running over. The painful, cruel things that his family said to him spinning on a loop in his mind, only feeding the self hatred that she knew festered inside him.

“Your brother loves you, Ada,” she said finally, in a voice that was much calmer than she felt. She looked around the great big room, in the great big house. “And without him…you would have nothing,” she met her eyes. “So stop being so ungrateful,” she didn’t linger, knowing that if she did, it would just result in a fight. “Something to think about,” Lucy called over her shoulder before exiting through the door, following Tommy outside and to the car.

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy had barely said a single word since they left Ada’s house, hand clutched firmly to the car’s wheel, cigarette hanging from his lips. Any of Lucy’s attempts to make conversation were met with single word answers or grunts, his mind clearly very faraway. Eventually she just gave up, resigning herself to press her side against his while she looked out at the landscape passing them by, hoping that the physical contact would bring him at least some semblance of comfort.

His mood didn’t improve much by the time evening arrived, if anything, as the night descended upon them, he only seemed to grow more solemn. Shoulders deflated and eyes cast downwards. Lucy watched him stand at his office window, puffing out smoke at various intervals, her fingers pressed to her lips in worry. Standing abruptly, she stalked towards him until she was able to wrap her arms around his waist, nestling her head between his shoulder blades.

“Let’s go home, hm?” she asked. “I’m tired.”

Tommy’s ribs expanded under her arms with a deep sigh. “Yeah. Alright.”

She got him back to her flat with little preamble, watching out of the corner of her eye as he stripped down to his shorts and climbed into bed. Running a hand through her hair, she tugged on one of the crimson nightgowns that she slept in, splashing cold water onto her face and wiping off her makeup. When she came out of the washroom, Tommy was laying flat on his back, blankets pulled up to his waist with one arm tucked under his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Lucy chewed on her bottom lip, frowning, before pattering her way over.

“Oi!” the exclamation burst from him in surprise when she climbed up onto his side of the bed, the shitty springs in the mattress squeaking at the added weight as she sat herself firmly down in his lap, straddling his hips. His hands caught at her waist, eyes wide as her sudden actions pulled him from whatever thoughts had been turning around in his mind.

“Ada’s wrong,” Lucy said, cupping his face firmly in her hands. “You’re nothing like those types of men.”

Tommy looked down with a worn sigh that was more than enough to tell her that he didn’t believe her. “Thanks, love.”

“I’m serious,” her fingers splayed out over his chest. “You’re not bad.”

His laugh was bitter. “I can think of at least fifty or so people who would disagree with that, Luce.”

“They’re all wrong.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Lucy nodded. “Mhm. Besides,” she lowered her head to press a kiss into his neck. “I know you better than all of them. So I get final say.”

“Lucy…” Tommy huffed, though she could feel the way that his fingers flexed against her waist, his head tilting to the side to give her better access to his throat.

“I mean it. You’re not as bad as everyone says.”

“I…think that I might be, love,” his voice was quiet, the vulnerability in it startling her. Leaning back from where she’d been nuzzling his neck, she pushed her forehead against his, thumbs circling against his cheeks.

“Well, then I don’t care,” she kissed him. “I love you the way you are.”

Tommy blushed under her palms, one hand sliding from her hips to cradle the middle of her back. “I love you too.”

“Mm,” she nuzzled in closer to him, rubbing their cheeks together before kissing him again. Tommy opened his mouth to her, a small growl rumbling from his chest as her hands tangled in his hair, pressing herself more firmly into his lap, smirking at the firm, growing bulge she was met with in his shorts. “Feeling better?” she asked with a small laugh, head tilting back to let him kiss her neck.

“Hm, I don’t know…think that I could maybe use a bit more cheering up, to be honest,” he smirked lasciviously and she giggled, resting both hands on his shoulders and pushing him back to lay flat on the mattress. His hands slipped up her nightgown, warm against her sides, continuing upwards until he was fondling her breasts.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tommy laughed against her lips, and pulled her closer. Lucy raised her arms so that he could pull off her nightgown, tossing it to land in a heap on the floor. His hands were so warm, they nearly burned as he ran them along her naked skin, paying particular attention to her breasts. Humming, Lucy threaded her fingers through his hair, head tilting back as his tongue circled one of her nipples. He grunted when she grinded down harder into his lap, rubbing against his clothed, swelling cock.

“Love,” he sighed, squeezing both of her breasts in his big palms, nuzzling his face between them. When she tugged lightly on his hair, forcing his face to tilt up to look at her, the expression of arousal on his face made her core throb.

Tracing the shape of his beautiful, pouty lower lip with her index finger, Lucy smiled to herself, gently pushing on his shoulders.

“Lie back. Let me take care of you.”

He shivered, but did as she said, falling back until his head hit the pillows.

Wetting her lips, Lucy let her hands trail down his chest, leaning back on her haunches to just admire him for a moment. He was so gorgeous it often took her breath away; muscular and stockily built. She loved how tiny she felt sometimes in comparison to him. It made her feel so protected whenever he was wrapped around her or just simply standing at her side.

Not to mention that it made it particularly easy for him to toss her around or manhandle her when they were both in the mood for that sort of thing.

Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, nosing at the smattering of hair there before beginning to work her way down. His muscles jumped beneath her hands, the vibrations from his hums buzzing under his skin. He stroked at the back of her head tenderly, groaning when she palmed at his erection over the fabric of his shorts. Hooking her fingers in them, she kissed along the v of his hips as she slowly pulled them down, his huge cock springing up and into her waiting palm, already throbbing and leaking precum.

She wasted no time situating herself between his legs, pumping him in her palm.

“Tommy, look at me,” she requested softly, and he lifted his head from where it had flung back against the pillows in bliss at her touch. With his big blue eyes on her, she smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips twitching.

Smirking, she focused her full attention on only the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around it, dipping into the slit to collect the precum there. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat that she was pretty certain was a suppressed whine when she sucked only the tip into her mouth, only allowing him in a few inches before pulling off of him with a small pop.

“Lucy, please…” his voice was rich and hoarse, lips parted. Smirk deepening, Lucy dipped her head again, this time sliding as much of him as she could fit into her mouth. This time, she’d be nice and not tease him. Tonight was about making him feel better, after all.

Tommy groaned, relaxing into the pillows. One of his hands rested on her head, not pushing, just gently resting there, and when she hummed around him he grunted, eyes closing as his face relaxed in pleasure.

She set to work on him in earnest, bobbing on his cock while stroking what she couldn’t fit with one hand, the other sliding up to lightly scratch at his abs before reaching around to very gently cup his balls.

“Lucy,” the way that he said her name made her heart stutter. His voice was so soft; so gentle and loving that it almost made her want to cry. He was still caressing her head, brushing the back of it carefully across one of her cheeks. “Fuck, love, you look so pretty. So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

On the next bob downwards she hummed, taking him as far as she could go, until her eyes started to water and she almost gagged.

He moaned deeply at that, and while his hand splayed out across her the crown of her head, he still did not push her onto him. Always so careful with her.

His cock throbbed against her tongue.

“Close, love,” he warned, and she pulled back to focus her licks and sucks on his sensitive tip again. Tommy’s hips bucked a little, trying to push deeper into her mouth. “Fuck, sorry,” he hissed, clearly battling to keep himself still. She gave him a little kiss to the inner thigh to let him know that it was okay, and then with one deep breath, took him down so deep that her nose pressed into the soft, dark curls of his pubic hair.

Tommy made a growling sound, fingers curling against her scalp. His cock was twitching, and she knew him well enough to know the moment that his orgasm was imminent, pulling back at just the last second so that the head of his cock was resting on her tongue with her mouth open, so that he could watch as his seed spurted out, filling her mouth. When she swallowed it down he let out a weak moan, grabbing at her waist and pulling her up, mouth crashing into hers in a desperate kiss.

Even after they parted, his hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking over the freckles dotting her skin. A tiny smile danced across his face, and Lucy suddenly wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him with her face nuzzled into the underside of his jaw.

Behind the blissed out afterglow of release, she could see that he was tired behind his eyes.

“You’re always so good to me, Tommy,” she whispered, stroking his chest.

“I’m pretty sure that goes the other way around, love,” he said, not unkindly. She bonked his forehead with hers stubbornly, shaking her head.

“You saved my life. You’ve kept me safe, taken care of me, given me a purpose and a place to live…” she bit her lip. “You’ve loved me when I didn’t think anyone ever would.”

His eyes filled with sorrow at that, quickly scooping her in closer. “No one deserves it more than you,” he pecked her shoulder. “You deserve nothing but good things, Lucy.”

Her throat constricted with tears. He was always so sweet when he wanted to be.

“I love you so much,” when he tried to look away, gaze focusing on the bed sheets, she grabbed his face, lifting it until their eyes met. “You’re not bad,” she swallowed hard. “Not to me.”

While his face didn’t change, something behind his eyes shifted, relaxing and softening. He caressed her face, thumb tracing over her lip and then suddenly both hands were on her hips, repositioning her in his lap.

“Wha–what are you doing?” she giggled, letting him manhandle her. Her eyes widened when he slipped a thigh between her legs. “You don’t have to–”

He gave her a stubborn look. “I want to,” he rasped, the sound of his voice dropping in pitch making her shiver, and then she moaned when he pushed his thigh upwards, giving her pressure right where she most needed it.

He grabbed her face–always so grabby, this man–and kissed her hard and deep. Without even really thinking about it, she started to rock her hips against his leg, whimpering and pressing down hard onto him at the way he was putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit.

She was so pent up already from sucking him off, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.

“That’s it,” Tommy whispered hoarsely, kissing her neck, palming at her breasts. “Get off on my fucking leg, Lucy.”

The first time they had ever done this, not too long after they first started sleeping together, it had been an accident. They’d been kissing, clothes nowhere to be found, and while Tommy had his face buried in her breasts she’d unintentionally started humping his leg. When she’d realized what she’d been doing, she’d been so horribly embarrassed she was half tempted to pull the blankets over her head and never come out. But he’d caught her by the hips before she could pull away, and bent his knee so his leg was pushing more firmly against her, grinning against her cheek when she moaned.

“Whoa, now where do you think you’re going? Hm?” he’d whispered gravelly in her ear, helping guide her movements on him until she came explosively all over his thigh.

Looking back at it now, it seemed so silly how she’d been so embarrassed, then. Especially considering some of the other things she’d let him do to her in the time between now and then.

“Tommy, oh–” her head tipped back, climax growing near, and he kissed down the column of her throat, along her sternum, and between the valley of her breasts. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one lightly, and she latched on tightly to his hair, practically wailing when he nipped at her lightly in retaliation for her pulling on his dark locks.

A cry left her as she came, tensing while Tommy looped an arm around her waist, holding her close to him until she settled, slumping forward with her arms flung loosely over his shoulders.

Lifting his head from her breasts, Tommy gave her a small, cocky smirk, chin resting on her sternum while he looked up at her with those pretty blue eyes. She kissed him, and he slowly reclined them both back into the bed, pulling the covers over their tired bodies.

Snuggling closer, she gave him a big squeeze. “I meant it, you know?” she needed to make sure that he understood. No matter what his family believed, or hell, even what he believed about himself, she’d never see him as a monster or a bad person. Not ever.

He petted her spine, giving her a small smile. “I know, sweetheart,” cupping her cheek, he tilted her head up and kissed her again. “Thank you.”

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Saul silva x reader - you’re not cursed

Part three:

Saul had a hard time following you, the only indication he had of where you were going was the glimpse of white ahead of him.

You knew he was still following him, and you ran through the stream and jumped behind some trees, watching him.

Saul stopped in the water and he looked around.

“I know you’re somewhere in there. Somewhere under that dangerous facade I know you’re hiding (Y/N).” He spoke softly.

Your growl echoed through the quiet forest, and he slowly turned around.

You crept around a few trees, using the leaves and tall grass to your advantage as you moved behind him and crouched down.

“I want to bring you home..” he whispered.

He reached up towards his sword, and you snarled, and he raised his hands, bringing them back down he shuffled out of his armour inside and he tossed it aside.

It was a risky move, and Saul knew that, but he needed to show you that he wasn’t a threat.

“I know you killed the burned one that infected me. I want to say thank you.”

You slowly started moving again, around so you could stand in front of him behind the trees and his eyes found yours.

You snarled lowly, slowly laying down.

“I know you can understand me, and I know you can’t talk back. So just listen.”

He shuffled out of the water and sat down on the grass.

“I’ve been looking for you for months, I’ve been trying to find you. You know that right? It’s why you’ve been running?”

Your tail moved a little, and you shuffled, and he swallowed nervously.

He didn’t know what you were doing, he couldn’t read the body language of a creature he had never seen before. He’d never seen a wolf in real life until you shifted.

He couldn’t read your facial expressions like he could in your human form, he had no way to tell what you were thinking.

“You’re scared, I know. I understand you’re scared, I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.”

You growled lowly.

“I know, im.. im sorry for what I did. I’m sorry I hurt you before and for what I said.”

He sighed, and he just looked in your eyes quietly, trying to find any sort of flicker that you were there, that you weee listening.

He knew it was you, he recognised the grey on your tail, he yellow of your eyes that held a deep intelligence behind them.

But he was trying to find you.

He was trying to reach out to you.

“I know you’re in there..” he whispered.

You let out a huff of air, and rested your head on your paws as you looked at him.

Running was useless, he was going to keep chasing you, and you were tired of that, so you thought if you laid there long enough he would leave.

“Okay. Okay, we’ll sit here then. I’ll wait days if I have too.”

You let out a grumble at this and he chuckled a little, laying down on his stomach, he copied you, resting his chin on his arms.

You both just started at one another.

You recognised him. Of course you did, but you were scared. Terrified.

He had hurt you, he looked like he was ready to kill you the last time you had seen him, even if he was dying he still held that look of pure hate in his eyes.

You were flicking between states of consciousness and not. Sometimes you were you, sometimes you weren’t.

You were on the borderline of loosing sight of who you were, and it wouldn’t be long until every remnant of being human was gone.

You were struggling to remember most things aside from that day, it was burned into your brain like a reminder of what people thought of you.

What people would do to you.

“Please remember (Y/N)…” Saul whispered.

You stared at him a little more, and then you lifted your head, standing up as your ears flickered back and forth, and you began to look around.

Saul sat up with a frown as he watched you, you sniffed at the air, and you rushed over, grabbing his armour between your teeth, you looked at him before you took off running.

“Hey!”

He ran after you, following you.

You were running at a slower pace this time, you wanted him to follow you this time as you ran and you led him to a cave and and walked to the very back, setting his armour down.

The smell was burning your nose and you looked at him as he rushed in.

Walked over, you grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him.

“Okay, okay.”

He walked in and you looked at him, laying down and he looked at you confused.

Growling a little, you stood up and did the same thing.

Saul kneeled down and laid down, and you laid next to him.

“What is it?” He whispered.

You snarled and he watched as you turned your attention back to the cave entrance.

Saul copied you.

He was aware of how close he was to you, he could feel your side against his arm, hear your steady breathing.

You could hear something getting closer because you shuffled back a little bit and he did the same until he couldn’t shuffle back anymore.

Branches snapped, and there was a chorus of snarling and he watched as a burned one stood in front of the cave and he reached his hand towards his sword.

You looked at him and turned your attention back to the creature.

It stayed there for a few minutes.

Agonisingly long minutes, both of you staring at it as it just seemed to stand there.

Had it seen you?

Did it know you were there?

All these questions ran through both your heads at the same time as it seemed to look around before it finally took of running.

And he went to chase it only to be stopped by you moving in front of him.

A few seconds later more came running past, and he held his breath.

Your ears moved, and you titled your head from side to side listening to them retreating until you slowly sat up, sitting down as you looked at him.

“Thank you..” he whispered.

You walked across the cave and he got his phone out to tell Farah what had just happened and he looked at you as he pulled his armour back on and stood up.

“You do recognise me, don’t you?”

You looked at him.

“Are you.. are you scared of me..?”

You flattened your ears and he took that as a yes. You were scared of him.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you.. come back.. please..? It’s not safe out here..” he whispered.

You snarled a little.

“(Y/N) please. I don’t want to leave you out here, even if you do know there’s burned ones about it’s not safe, especially not with that many running around.”

You turned your head away from him.

“I was scared.. I’d never seen a shapeshifter before. I was stupid, okay? I fucked up, I know that. But let me make it up to you. Let me keep you safe, when they’re gone I’ll bring you back.”

Saul walked over, crouching next to you and he hesitated before he reached out, placing his hand on your back and you whipped your head up.

You looked at him, and he gave you a gentle smile.

“You’re not cursed (Y/N), I shouldn’t have said that. Your magic isn’t deranged or unnatural. I know why Farah hired you, and I agree with her reasoning. The students miss you, the teachers miss you. I miss you..”

You blinked and laid your head back down.

“Im begging you (Y/N).. come back to the school..”

You huffed and stood up, walking to the other side of the cave and laid down with your back to him.

“I’ll.. I’ll stay here then. I’ll live in the cave with you! I will learn to live like you if that makes it better!”

You grumbled.

“I’ll do it. You know I’ll do it, I once lived in your office for a week because you were mad at me.”

He walked over to you and crouched down again.

“I need you (Y/N).. I don’t want to let you go.. I don’t want to loose you like this.. you know what’ll happen if you stay like this for any longer.. I don’t want that..”

He touched your head.

“I should’ve said something when you were still at Alfea but.. god my heart beats for you (Y/N), it needs you. And I don’t know how I can let you go..”

You didn’t respond and Saul sighed, reaching up he took his sword off and laid it next to you.

“Keep this at least. To protect yourself if they come back. I’ll come check on you after we’ve dealt with them.”

Saul took your head in his and pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as he took a small breath.

“Please don’t forget about us.. about me.. remember who you are (Y/N).”

He kissed the top of your head and stood up.

“I’ll be back, I promise. And if you run I’ll find you again. I’m not giving up until I come back with you by my side.”

With that he jogged away and you looked at his sword, resting your head on it as you closed your eyes and sighed.

He triggered more memories, memories you brain was locking away, he unlocked them. You did miss Alfea, you missed Farah and Professors Harvey and your students.

And as much as you hated to admit it, this entire time you’ve missed Saul but there was still that fear eating away at you that he’ll turn on your again

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