#this will not be continued so feel free to steal the idea

[finelinevogue]

can I make a 2 requests?? for little blurbs/drabbles or whatever you are comfortable with??

being with harry at the afterparty and all the booty shaking they had to have witnessed 🤤

being with harry at billie's set. him wrapped around with swaying and whispering how much he loves you. OR. the opposite lol maybe a fast song and he's bumping up on her whispering FILTH in her ear 😌

of course you can! i loved both ideas but i think i love the second one a bit more😫 any other writer can feel free to steal the first concept <3

After seeing Harry’s set yesterday you were still on a complete high.

The adrenaline, from all the past songs and nearly making yourself pass out when dancing to TPWK, was still pumping through your blood. The tears, from crying through his most emotional songs like boyfriends and sign of the times, were still stained on your cheeks.

You couldn’t have dreamed of a more amazing boyfriend, well now fiancé. He was born to be on the stage and you were so in love with watching him perform. However, you were even more in love with him when you went to concerts and breathed through the music together.

“Warm enough?” Harry asked you, standing nearby talking to someone who he’d just been introduced to.

Currently you were listening to Billie’s set, hanging around in the VIP section. You hadn’t seen her set last week because you were so ill the next day from screaming and singing so loudly during Harry’s set. Glenne, Jeff, James and a few other people were here too. Her set so far had been criminally insane, but you were getting tired now and ‘Ocean Eyes’ had started playing which was calming you down even more.

“Mhm.” You nodded, turning back to watch Billie.

You expected to just continue to stand solo and watch Billie, considering everyone else was chatting and catching up, but it wasn’t before long that Harry came up behind you. He made himself aware to you by pulling your hood up over your head, allowing you to better smell his aftershave that he’d sprayed on the inside of the hood.

His body pressed up against yours warmly, his arms shaking over your shoulders and dropping in front of your chest. His fingers instantly started playing with the strings of the pink Pleasing hoodie you were wearing. Both of you were matching tonight, as by your choice. His warmth heavily comforted you, making you feel like you were on a blanketed cloud drifting off into the peace above. It certainly did feel heavenly when Billie was singing.

“You okay?” Harry asked, nuzzling his face down into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“Not saying much to me tonight. Promise you’re okay?”

You shook your head at first, not wanting to ruin his evening, but then he went and kissed your cheek and jaw to wordlessly show you that he was here for you.

“Just feeling really overwhelmed.”

“Just today? Or generally recently?” Harry asked, moving even impossibly closer so he could make sure he had a hold on you. He wanted to encase you the best he could in his love and support, because sometimes his presence was better than any words he could produce.

“Just today.” You raised your hands to clasp over Harry’s and he made sure to intertwine your fingers for extra love.

“Talk to me.” He spoke softly. Too softly to the point it was hard to believe he broke a water bottle and lost a Gucci ring whilst performing Kiwi last night from dancing too hard. He was a completely different character when he was performing and yet he was exactly the same person.

“I, um, I guess I just have moments in my life, like now for example, where I question whether I really deserve what I have. Like, am I worthy of experiencing this? Am I worthy of you?” You took a deep breathe, feeling slightly better after getting that off your shoulders but also really insecure over the fact Harry hadn’t said anything yet. “It’s silly. Forget I said anything—”

“No. No, it’s not silly. I have the exact same kind of moments.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, are you kidding? I mean, baby c’mon I get to have you in my life. You. Like the same guy who sings songs for a living was lucky enough to end up with you. I question whether I deserve you, and your love, every day because you’re too fucking perfect for me to even begin and explain.”

You didn’t realise you were crying until Billie started to become blurry. You sniffled, trying your best to hold in your cries and tears because of the many cameras that surrounded you.

“You’ve made me cry, y’jerk.” You laughed and Harry’s arms tightened around you.

You both went quiet for a bit, swaying along to the song you both adored. It was a song that was on your late-night-drives playlist for when you’re together, so hearing it live was extra special. The song was coming to an end and so was your ability to keep your eyes open. The night had taken its toll on you.

Turning around in Harry’s hold was confusing since he refused to let go of you. His hands stayed firm on your body, until they found home again on your hips as you faced him.

“Hi.” He leant down to kiss your nose.

“Sorry for being sad.”

“Hey, you’ve nothing to apologise for. It’s alright to be sad and thank you for talking to me.” He leant down again to kiss your forehead, knowing that you’d appreciate him reserving lip kisses for in private.

“Thank you for listening.” You smiled at him.

“Do y’wanna head home?”

“No, don’t leave on my account. I’ll be fine going back.” You tried to protest, not wanting him to feel like he had to leave just because you were.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather be with you.”

“Promise? You’re not just saying that ‘cause I’m not feeling great?”

“Promise.”

“Then let’s go home together.”

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[never-enough-fanfiction]

Everyday chores HC

Well, you actually did not mention who you want in this request. I’m almost sure it was supposed to be Joker request because of sharing the VA with Tatsu from The Way of the House Husband.  

So I did both of them.

Not as househusbands tho. Doesn’t really suit their characters for me, but your request gave me ideas for some HC about everyday life with them.

I hope it will be enough.

Enjoy!

Benimaru:

Benimaru is NOT a morning person. Unless it's an Infernal, it's hard to dig him out of the sheets he's buried himself for the extra five minutes.

Were it not for the fact that he had to comb the twins' hair, he would probably sleep until noon.

He has a relatively constant wake up time, but going to bed depends on the company at the bar.

You can give him an exact grocery list, including the stores he should buy them in, and he'll forget half of it anyway.

Usually, he just walks with you or Konro and is a bags-carrying man.

Has difficulties with bargaining without fights, and sellers in Asakusa will have no qualms about squeezing out the last penny even from Beni-chan

In terms of cooking, he can survive on his own, but his food doesn’t have much taste.

Usually Konro is the cook.

Beni at the other hand is an irreplaceable jar opener.

If you cook him Sukiyaki will carry you in his arms.

Cleaning is a torment for Benimaru.

He'll wash these floors, but sweet Sol at what cost? The whining, sighing, and rolling eyes can be louder than festivals.

Dusting off always makes him sneeze.

Sometimes it feels like babysitting Shinra and Arthur is better than cleaning.

How long he stays in the hot springs depends on whether or not you are there with him.

As a rule, he gets bored quickly, but he can sit there for hours with you.

Also, as a captain, he doesn't always have time for such laziness, so when he can finally, he uses it.

Joker:

In the beginning, even when Joker was sleeping, he didn't really sleep much. His state of everlasting alert only allowed him to take a series of naps rather than actually deep sleep.

With time, when he considered the house a safe place, he began to sleep better, and the sight of Joker in the morning, not remembering what year it was, became more frequent.

Which does not mean that he always allows himself such luxuries. Our dark hero still has a job to do and he can't always afford to sleep till midday.

Sometimes you go to sleep alone, wake up with Joker. Other times you go to sleep with Joker and he is gone before you wake up. Other day he seems to sit in bed all day or not sleep at all.

If he has no other quests, it's very easy to convince him to take extra snuggles in the morning

Joker may be a dark hero, but this guy can be really lazy at times

No sleep schedule whatsoever

He learned all the house chores while living with his first family

If you give him a list, feel free to send him shopping alone

If you decide to take him with you, you will mainly be complaining about the high prices

"Can't we just steal it?"

Willing to help with cooking

Surprisingly good at chopping things up. Generally good in handling a knife.

He likes pointing out your mistakes, not because it bothers him, but just to tease you.

"You want me to choke on this potato?" muttered Joker skeptically looking over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"How come you have only one eye and I asked you to keep it on pasta, yet you still can see how I'm chopping vegetables?"

Absolute and unquestionable master of preparing chicken. Although sometimes it's hard to convince him to show off his abilities. He sees this as special occasions that will lose their charm if they happen too often. Dude just won't let be used for continuous cooking.

If he is supposed to cook himself, he'd rather order take out.

He likes tidiness more than you think. Not "not an ounce of dust", but rather "I don't like stumbling over my own things."

Takes care of his clothes. It is not easy to find something in both his size and style.

It does a great job of mending them and removing stains. Especially getting rid of blood on white shirts.

It is unknown what takes him so long in the shower.

It's not like this guy thinks his whole life over.

Maybe it's his secret hair routine?

After all, such hair does not care for itself

Joker makes noise all the time. Outside, it moves soundlessly, giving you heart attack as a hello, but inside the house he constantly hums, mumbles, thinks out loud, or even just sighs loudly.

#word count for Benimaru: 260 #for Joker: 480 #Me: no I don't have favorite what are you talking about #fire force #fire force HC #fire force x you #fire force x y/n #fire force x [Y/N] #fire force benimaru #benimaru fire force #benimaru shinmon #shinmon benimaru x reader #shinmon benimaru #benimaru shinmon x reader #shinmon benimaru hc #enen no shobutai benimaru #joker enen no shouboutai #joker fire force #fire force joker #joker52 #joker 52 #joker/52 #enen no shouboutai #enen no shoboutai joker #i have wierd feeling this ask was not supposed to be for my blog but nah #funny ideas go brrrrr

[undead-merman]

Can I please request some bunny! Satan nsfw with a gn reader?

Thank you for all your works, I love reading them all!

Thanks. Someone else asked for the rest so here.

🐰Yandere Bunny Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan🐰 Mating Season GN - Reader NSFW

(Contains: Breeding Kink)

Mammon

Before Mating Season

Mammon is normally very unprepared for his Rut only ever noticing when it’s a day away or just as it starts. But now that you’re there he’s overprepared, much to his dismay, as his brothers tease him for it. Dozens of different kinds of healthy snacks, mineral waters, even creams for sores. He just wants to impress you even in ways like this.

He gets more moody than normal, getting angrier and more jealous of you. Yelling at anyone who even looks at you all while pulling you closer and shoving his face into you and guiding you away. He’s also extremely touchy, grabbing you playfully, smacking your ass, or even teasing your sex before backing away red faced, realizing what he did.

He’s much more forward asking you on dates and pulling you around or forcing himself into your room to spend time with you. He simply won’t leave you alone and anytime you wander off he whines and complains and practically throws himself at you. He simply monopolizes all of your time.

He steals a lot of your clothes and belongings and hides them in his room. When you need them he presents them to you with a wagging tail more like a dog than a rabbit telling you he got it for you so you don’t have to go far and push it onto you. He likes to keep one of your pillows in his hoard and hump into it while pretending it's you. He's scared to lose himself to his rut and doing something embarrassing or hurt you in some way. He thrusts into the pillow trying to elevate his building sexual frustration but it only gets him more worked up and craving you even more.

During Mating Season

When his Rut is a day or two away he gets far more aggressive with others looking at you then ever before and will drag you away and keep you locked up with him so your attention is only on him. He’ll just hold you, unwilling to let go. He nuzzles into your neck but slowly moves to more intimate spots, too lost in the feeling of you to realize his actions. He’s just begging you to love him and adore him, muttering in your skin with his eyes closed. His ears are shaking and tail is straight up.

His Rut hits him like a truck and he's all over you, placing open mouth kisses all over your body and his hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel them shaking from his excitement and arousal. All embarrassment flies out the window and he’s trapping you under his body, panting heavily the idea of filling you until you're so fucked out, then driving you insane by continuing.

He takes an extra long time to prepare you, fingering you slowly and reslishing in the moans you make, almost a revenge of sorts for being so wonderful smelling right before his Rut. As he fingers you he’s grinding on any part of your body his hips come in contact with. He cums once or twice on you shivering while looking frustrated from not being satisfied at all and just getting more worked up.

Once he’s inside you, his ears are shaking wildly and he’s grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly pounds you until your legs shake with exhaustion. He’s covering your body in hickies and bite marks, but concentrating them in areas you both know will be noticeable afterwards. Mammon just happily grunts out how everyone will see just how much you belong together.

Even during breaks he likes to stay inside and just have you warm his cock, he desperately craves to stay inside of you. The way he casually talks about you being bred by him is embarrassing but he doesn’t even seem to notice just paying attention to if you need to eat or rest. After he’s right back into fucking you full and raw.

He loves any position he can put you in so long as he’s closely pressed to you he hates when you're too far from him and tugs you back in close to him.

After Mating Season

After his rut is over and his senses go back to normal he’s hiding himself under the sheets horrified and ashamed of all the embarrassing things he said and did; but if you try to stand he’ll suddenly burst from his cocoon, telling you to sit down and he’ll do whatever you need.

He takes some convincing to let you roam free again and when you’re allowed to leave he’s extremely protective of you and doesn’t even let his brothers look at you for too long and starts yelling at them as he pulls you into his arms using his entire body as a shield. He has a nasty kick befitting a rabbit he’s not afraid to use if anyone touches you.

He’s your one and only mate and he’s extremely boastful of it he uses you to brag and is so proud to call you his and the thought of him successfully breeding you makes him glow with excitement he’s constantly pestering you over and over to let him do it again. He swears that doing it with you gives him good luck and you're an amazing lucky charm.

Leviathan

Before Mating Season

Leviathan is absolutely horrified by his Rut and is one of the ones to overly prepare for it at least a month in advance and has a small anime themed backpack to hold all of his essentials in. He packs a ton of water bottles with a fruity flavored vitamin powder. He gets easily dehydrated so packing them is a must unless he wants to pass out.

He tries to keep it a secret as long as possible. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment after exposure, though he really really wants to spend his Rut with you. He keeps imagining it over and over and eventually he gets too worked up and has to mastrubate to his photo collection of you.

He has a hard time looking in your eyes but can’t look away from you. He’ll stare at the back of your head, trying to keep his breathing even, but looking away when you catch him staring. He pretends not to know what you're talking about. But if anyone gets close to you he’ll hunt them down and tear them to pieces in a jealous rage

During Mating Season

When it hits he tries to stay hidden in his room drooling over some clothes he stole and whimpering your name as he sniffs it and pumps it around his painfully hard dick his head filled with nothing but you and how much he wants to see his cum overflowing inside you and dripping down your legs. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and stops hiding, seeking you out and pulling you up on his hips and carrying you home making you wrap your legs around him and him burying his nose into you rubbing his scent into you.

Expect him to apologize over and over for ignoring you and him begging for you to forgive him. He was just embarrassed he’ll apologize by licking and stroking your sex trying to make you feel so good that you forget or forgive him. Then moving your entrance and swirling his tongue around it.

He presses into you, hard, as he grips your hips with surprising strength and makes you see stars as he hits every good spot you have, and even helps you discover some new ones. Every time he cums he asks you not to spill it and he pushes as deep as he could into you.

If you pull his ears you’ll see a switch flip inside of him and he’ll shiver with every thrust pulling into you over and over. His mind just goes blank and he just wants to cum inside you as much as possible. The instinct of breeding you is the only thing on his mind after that.

Once in a while he stops for a short break, hydrating but eating like a bird the whole time he’s snuggling up with you and weakly checking his phone while nuzzling into your collarbone. Bathing with him he sinks low into the bath so only above his nose stick out of the water relaxing for a few minutes before he tries to fuck you in the bath.

After Mating Season

He buries his face in a pillow and apologizes for being so avoidant before he offers you his jacket to keep you warm as he softly rubs your sore and weak legs and wipes a cool damp cloth to clean you up. He’s shockingly not as embarrassed as he thought he would be after he just feels happy.

He’s attentive, bringing you your favorite homemade meal or snacks trying to cutely feed it to you. He claims he doesn’t want to overexert you after everything. But he just wants to take cute pictures of you getting hand fed.

After everything calms down, you find him more confident in him asking you for things especially ear scratches he’s developed an addiction to having your hands on them.

Satan

Before Mating Season

He’s had this written down and planned for a while. He knew when to pinpoint it’s start and prepared for it more and more as it came closer. He knew his emotions would be all over the place so he made sure that you knew and were properly locked inside his room with him. He’d rather avoid the clean up after. If his previous Ruts have taught him anything it’s he knows how messy he can get with dealing with annoyances. So he has you locked up so you both can get ready and stay productive until the day.

He becomes very touchy way more than before, constantly brushing up on you and scenting you before going back to whatever he was last doing. He scents you by holding your face and rubbing his palms over your cheeks and lips as well as shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling it; however, as the days go by they get more and more lewd with light pinches and/or groping.

He has everything set up like it’s going to be a week-long get away. Drinks stored in cooling containers, quick and nourishing meals prepped and a cute little “toy” to get you ready for the days ahead, though preparation is key and he reminds you of that every time you cum from it.

When he sleeps he ends up nearly chewing on your neck and shoulder and he humps you as you both sleep. He ends up ripping a lot of your clothes and the sheets as he sleeps but he doesn’t seem sorry.

During Mating Season

Satan becomes almost animalistic as he smiles at you and rips your clothes off with his teeth and one hand and suddenly palms your sex as he grinds his hard cock into your ass. He rips his own clothes off and praises your body from the crown of your head to your toes before he hauls you off to his bed.

He’s glad for the forethought of using the toy since he can’t help himself and pulls it out slowly before stuffing you back up with his dick laughing with heavy breathes as he enjoys how warm you are around him.

If you let him, he’ll bind you up, wrists, ankles, and neck, bound with leather belts as he tugs you along, using his thumbs to roughly rub your chest, making you cum over and over again until your nipples are rubbed almost swollen. He loves seeing the marks after, kissing and licking them.

Appeal to his rougher side and ask for more or even rougher treatment and he’ll completely lose his mind for you and treat you as rough as you want. He’s nearly worshiping you as you take each punishment after the last. He’s sure to kiss every mark he makes just to remind you he’s doing this in love.

He instructs you to keep every little drop he cums inside you and if you don’t he’ll be sure to spank your ass red, afterwards for any that drips out, he pushes back in with his thumb.

During breaks he’s overly sweet, kissing every mark as you rest and petting your face over and over. Pet him back and he’ll lean into it with a large blissful smile, you’ve never seen him so relaxed.

After Mating Season

He’s right back to normal after what happened but he’s now tailing you everywhere, watching over you. He makes sure that no one gives you any trouble, ready to crush, smash and rip limb from limb anyone and anything that might potentially hurt you, his brothers are included on that list of things to crush. You're his mate now and he can’t let anything happen to you.

He brings you fresh snacks, packing you lunches, and offering to take care of anything he can for you. He wants to keep you happy and in good spirits and seeing you content and taken care of makes his heart beat wildly.

He scents you even more, nuzzling you wherever he can get to and covering you with his smell. When you're alone he rests his chin on your head and just embraces you, he wasn’t a huge fan of showing affection before but when you're out of public view he’s all over you.

For at least a week he’s in a wonderful mood after spending his Rut with you, his smile dazzling and he openly admits that he’d now rather just have you in his room. You get to have a choice to stay in his room free to roam around it or you stay by Satan's side at all times. You get to pick your collar at least.

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[lys1]

Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words. 

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

#the arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana #asra lemon #asra smut #asra x reader #asra x female reader #writing #fanfic #arcana smut #arcana #arcana fanfic #asra fanfic

[webangchan]

✧✦ quiet love ✦✧ jongin x fem!reader 700 words kinks & warnings: sweet lazy sex, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie.

Jongin’s fingers dance lightly down your side and you shiver, goosebumps prickling your skin although you’re nice and warm cuddled together under the comforter.  It was your boyfriend’s idea to have a day where the both of you do nothing but laze around in bed and occasionally get up to eat.   Jongin presses a kiss to the back of your neck and you silently commend him for coming up with such an amazing plan.

“Mm, so, what do you want to do now?”

His voice is quiet and you can feel his breath against your nape.  You press yourself back into the firm line of his body and he groans when you grind your ass against his crotch.  He’s half hard already so you suppose that this sort of thing was already on his mind.  You grind against him again and that’s enough of an answer for Jongin who pulls away and pushes you on your back, quickly taking up the space between your legs.

All of your clothes are shed in record time but otherwise, you’re not in a hurry; you simply crave the feeling of his warm skin against yours.  When his bare torso is revealed you eye his body hungrily while brushing a thumb over one of his nipples, your other hand ghosting across the faint trail of hair under his navel.  He bites his bottom lip and touches you as well, a featherlight sensation on your breasts slowly turning into firm tweaks of your nipples.  You moan openly and he takes the opportunity to steal a kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand travels from your chest to your aching core.

The first brush of his fingers is the very definition of teasing and you’re close to whining at him when he slips the two fingers into your pussy and steadily rubs your clit with his thumb.  You’re so aroused that the slide in is easy and you throw your head back against the pillow, a loud moan echoing against your bedroom walls.

Jongin pumps his fingers in and out of you and kisses your collarbones lovingly, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.  He gets you right to the edge before backing off, his thumb stationary while his fingers continue stroking your walls.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“I am,” you pant, sweat beading across your hairline.  “I need you, Jongin.”

Jongin withdraws his fingers and kisses you soundly, greedily swallowing your sweet sighs.  He grabs the base of his erection and slides into you slowly, making sure that you feel every inch of him.  When his hips are snug against your ass you clench your muscles around him and it startles a moan out of him, the sound igniting a flame within you.  His voice gets so deep and rough whenever you have sex and it always makes you weak.

He pulls out until only the head remains inside of you and thrusts back in, quickly settling into a steady rhythm that has your head spinning and your heart fluttering.  He presses his body flush to yours, a hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back and expose the expanse of your throat to him.  He kisses every bit of skin his lips can reach and picks up the pace of his hips, his thrusts becoming stronger and faster as he chases his own pleasure.

Jongin slides his free hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit in quick, small circles.  As you get closer and closer to orgasm you squeeze his sides with your thighs and rake your nails down the smooth planes of his back.  He bites down on the junction where your neck and shoulder meet and after that it only takes a few more rubs against your clit to send you careening over the edge.  The sensation of your muscles fluttering around his cock has Jongin reaching his own peak not long after.

When you’ve both come down from your high, Jongin pulls out and flops down next to you, an arm automatically going around your waist.  You turn on your side to face him and snuggle into his slightly sweaty chest, your lips curling up into a smile.

#exo smut #kai smut #jongin smut #exo kai smut #kim jongin smut #kpop smut #by velma #not one of my best but uhhhhh have it anyway lol

[zafirosreverie]

Por amor al arte (Julieta x Fem!Reader) part 27

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song used: Amor en silencio

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"Get your hand out of there"

Alma smiled behind her cup as she paid attention to your interaction with her oldest daughter. It had been two weeks since she saw you in the river, crying in her daughter's arms as memories of a past life washed away. The matriarch hadn't wanted to say anything because she didn’t feel that it was her place.

Fortunately, a month and a week after losing your brother, you seemed to be doing much better. There was still that shadow of sadness in your eyes, of course, but you weren't crying until you were tired and your mind hadn't been clouded with thoughts as dark as that time in the river. Julieta was doing an excellent job erasing Daniel’s ghost from your mind and body.

"Give me that!" her daughter's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Alma had to stop herself from laughing out loud at the sight of Julieta trying to take a cup of chocolate chips from you, but every time she got close you just turned around. It also didn't matter that the brunette managed to trap you between her body and the sink because despite being almost the same height, you still had longer arms and you were able to get the chocolate out of the other woman's reach. You looked like a couple of little girls.

“Y/N, give me that cup”

"Nope, you ruined my alfajores, I'll ruin your cookies" you said

“It was an accident and I said I was sorry!” Julieta replied, still reaching for the cup.

"That doesn't fix my alfajores, does it?" you asked with a smile.

The brunette simply smiled back at you, abandoning all pretense of taking the cup from your hand. Instead, she took advantage of the position you were in, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning into you a bit so she could plant a few soft kisses on your jawline.

She loved that you were improving little by little, that she was recovering, with each passing day, the woman with whom she fell madly in love, that you seemed to finally understand the important and central place that you occupied in her life and that she seemed to occupy the same in yours. She loved everything about you.

"I'll tell you what" you said, lowering your face a little more "I'll trade you the cup for a kiss"

"Hmmm…I have a better idea" she smirked.

The older woman didn't let you react before her fingers attacked your sides, making you shriek and start to squirm. The chocolate chips jumped out of the cup and scattered all over the place, but she didn't seem to care, too busy listening to your beautiful laugh.

"Enough" you laughed "Julieta, leave me alone!"

"Not until you apologize for stealing my kitchen."

"Never!" you stubbornly said "now it's my domain too!"

"Then you must learn to live with the tickle monster that lives in it."

"Nooo"

She followed through with her vicious attack, loving the sight and feel of you writhing against her. You might be slightly taller, but she was so much stronger than you and she wasn't going to let you go. Never.

"Julieta, enough, it hurts" you laughed "please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

“Anything, whatever you want!” you promised

"Even let me cook for you?"

"No! We both cook, it's the deal"

"Then continue to suffer"

"Okay, okay, you cook!" you said desperately

“For a week” she added

"Two days" you laughed

"Five"

"Done"

Julieta stopped her cruel attack at last, letting you breathe properly. You rested your forehead on her shoulder as soft laughter continued to pour out of you as you tried to catch your breath. This woman was truly evil.

"You're the worst" you said, looking at her with a big smile "people think you're an angel, but I know what kind of devil you are, Julieta Madrigal"

"Yes" she laughed, putting her hands on your hips "but no one is going to believe you" she winked at you.

The older woman enjoyed seeing your face all flushed and breathless and loved, even more, the fact that that big smile was for her. She had really missed seeing you like this, so free and away from pain.

"You're evil" you whispered

"Maybe"

You smiled and glanced briefly at her lips before she leaned over to kiss you deeply. Your hand rested on her shoulders as you returned her affection, no matter that her mother and your daughter were a few meters from you, at the dining room table.

You and Julieta hadn't said out loud what you were but you didn't think it was necessary, it was too obvious that you loved and needed each other, you didn't need labels. However, you still hadn't decided how to tell her daughters, too terrified that they would be angry. You knew that they adored and respected you, but that didn't mean they would accept your relationship with their mother.

That's why you and your beautiful brunette had decided to take it easy, and only Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Félix, and Dolores knew about this (let's be honest, you'll never have a secret that Dolores doesn't know, but she had been too happy that you included her, without even trying to hide from her gift, that she had promised not to tell anyone).

"I love you" she whispered against your lips when you parted

"And I love you" you answered "...now help me make my alfajores again"

Julieta laughed and separated from you. Just in time too, because a few seconds later hurried footsteps were heard arriving in the kitchen, before Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio's heads poked through the door frame.

"We smelled cookies" Mirabel said as an explanation

“And I heard you saying alfajores” Camilo added

"What happened?" Antonio asked, pointing to the chocolate chips scattered all over the place.

"It was her" you and Julieta said in unison, pointing to each other.

You looked at each other for a moment before laughing and the three children blinked before joining you in laughter and taking it as an invitation to enter the kitchen. Mirabel still found it strange but beautiful to see how her mother could behave like a child by your side. You two radiated undeniable happiness and she really hoped that the plan she had made with her sisters would work out. It was already very hard for her and Isabela not to call you mom and Antonio had held his tongue on many occasions not to call you aunt.

"Okay, Abuela, can you tell us who started it?" Mirabel asked, finally noticing the older woman holding a sleeping Eliza in her arms.

"Oh, I don't think it's my place to assign blame" Alma smiled "...but it was Y/N"

You gasped and put your hand on her chest, feigning outrage to the amusement of everyone present.

"The betrayal, Alma, the betrayal" you said

“I'm sorry, Y/N. But I have to support my daughter."

Alma smiled to herself as you rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at a very amused Julieta. She got up and headed for the exit, excusing herself to go put Eliza to bed, but she paused in the frame long enough to watch you joke and laugh with her daughter and her grandchildren. An all too familiar warmth washed over her and she remembered a pair of brown eyes that she had loved dearly in another life.

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“Oh, Pedro, I wish you could see our girl now” Alma sighed, looking at the portrait of her late husband on her locket “you would have loved to meet Y/N…you would have adored her seeing how happy she makes our Julita”

Not for the first time, her heart ached at how much her loving husband had been lost. A lifetime, definitely. As she watched the triplets grow up, she used to cry at night, angry at death for not allowing her precious children to have a father.

It comes into my life and a new page opens

In the ceaseless night of humanity

I search in the dark

That light that gives me freedom

my cry is heard

Today is my first awakening

All the memories came to her at that moment. The night she met Pedro, so handsome and kind. There was a light coming from him, a warmth she had never known before. The time she spent alone, her fears, her insecurities, it was all erased the moment he first approached her. Like you had reached out to them when they lost their home. A beacon of light, something to hold on to.

Their first date, when she had laughed like never before, he had returned her happiness, the smiles that she thought she had lost. Their first kiss, the fire that he lit in her with his love, as strong and sacred as the candle that protected the magic, a fire that had never gone out, no matter the years. Her wedding, the perfect day, when he sealed her fate and her heart was linked to his forever. Like the day her Julieta smiled again, thanks to you.

The look of pride he gave her when he told her she was pregnant, he had cared for her and pampered her so much during all those months, and she also remembered the poor man's nerves when she went into labor, the nurse hadn't known who to attend to first, her or her husband.

The day her three miracles were born, so small, so fragile, so perfect. Her precious Julieta had given her the scare of her life by arriving in this world without crying, without making a sound, unlike her beloved Pepa and her sweet Bruno, both screaming from the bottom of their lungs, although that didn't seem to disturb their older sister, asleep in her father's trembling arms. Like when her granddaughters had found a safe haven in you.

The second her illusion shattered, like a wild and merciless fire. The fear that filled her when only hours later, she had to carry her children away from the house they should have grown up in, with monsters at their ankles. Like when your house had burned to the ground.

The wrenching pain that pierced her, at the same time the machetes pierced her Pedro’s body in front of her. The life that was slipping out of her hands, without her being able to do anything. Just as Agustín's life had slipped away from Julieta's hands and Karim's from yours.

The moment when Pepa took her first steps, always the bravest of the three, or when Bruno said his first word, long before her sisters, to the time Julieta learned to go to the bathroom on her own. Brunito's first vision, Pepita's first rainbow, Julita's first arepa. The three of them growing up without a father, but with a mother who, although she made many mistakes, always tried to do what was best for them. Just like Eliza.

Everything about you felt like a cycle was closing, one that had hurt her family so much but ultimately brought them here. Alma couldn't help but smile as she remembered your words about death when you realized that you were no longer crying for your brother.

“It hurts, and it always will, but there is something magical about saying goodbye, knowing that you were there while the darkness came, that you were his last light”

Alma wondered if, for her Pedro, she and her children had been his last lights before the darkness consumed him. She thought so, or the miracle would never have come to them.

"It's part of the universe" you had said, hugging her eldest daughter "and we all have a little bit of the universe in us, so he's always here with me"

Perhaps you didn't realize it, but Alma could see in Julieta the same sense of relief that she felt when those words left your lips. Knowing that despite everything they had not left, that they were still part of them, was a consolation that she and her daughter were grateful for. A beautiful hope, no doubt.

Everything is so big and small, 

I discover looks that cool my skin

I see in the world the beautiful and the cruel

There are words that break my ice

But where there is pain

There is always a seed of love

“She is wonderful, Pedro” Alma whispered “she came to heal wounds and I am glad to see that we were able to heal hers too”

She thought of all the times the two of you had saved each other, the way you had become the pillar of your lives, the way you touched, the way you longed for each other and seemed to call each other. She confirmed when she saw the love with which her daughter looked at you, that you were the love she always prayed for Julieta.

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"First my kitchen and now you take over my bed too?"

You looked up from your book to see a very amused Julieta staring at you from the edge of the bed with her arms crossed. You tried not to blush too much at the way her pepper hair cascaded over her shoulders. A Julieta with loose hair was too powerful and it should be illegal, okay?!

"Just wait, my next move will be to steal your clothes" you joked, praying she didn't notice your nervousness.

But of course, she did. She had become an expert in reading you like a book thanks to everything that had happened, she always knew when there was a slight change in you, good or bad. And from the smile she was giving you, she wasn't going to let you get away with this.

“Oh, are we playing steal clothes now?” she asked

You gasped and your cheeks suddenly warmed as she climbed onto the bed and swung one of her very well-preserved legs over your hip, so that she was just above you, sitting on your lap. She took the book out of your hands and placed it on the nightstand before leaning over you. Her hair fell like curtains on the sides of your head and you felt her warm breath tickling you.

"Juli-" you whispered.

“Because I think that nightgown you're wearing is, in fact, mine” she told you “so…maybe I should get it back”

You felt your heart race as she lowered her face to capture your lips and one of her hands trailed down to your legs, pulling up the fabric and letting her fingers caress your thigh gently. It wasn't the first time she'd touched you like this, but she'd never gone beyond gentle intimate caresses and many, many kisses. The brunette told you that she wanted to give you space and time, she could wait for you, as long as you needed, which you deeply appreciated.

"You know, at some point, I'm going to take you at your word, and then you're going to have to take off more than my nightgown" you joked as she got off you and lay down beside you, one hand on your waist.

"And I look forward to that moment" she laughed "but we have time" she promised you, a little more serious

You smiled at her and placed another quick kiss on her lips, letting your hand play with her hair, something you knew very well she loved and the soft sigh of satisfaction that came out of her confirmed it. You two were silent for a moment, just enjoying being together. But there was something you had to tell her, something that would hopefully dispel the doubt that hung over your heads.

"Juli" you whispered "...if you feel ready...maybe it's time we talk to your daughters"

The brunette froze a moment and you felt her tense. It was true that of the two of you you were the most worried about the girls’ reactions, especially Mirabel and Luisa, but that didn't mean that she wasn't afraid too.

"Are you sure?" she asked you and you couldn't help but smile at the touch of hope you heard in her voice

"Well... I think it's unfair that you have my family's blessing and I don't have yours" you said softly.

“You have the blessing of my siblings, my niece, and my mother”

“That's only 5 people. In case you haven't noticed, there are 12 of you counting Casita."

Julieta couldn't help but laugh a little at the memory of your little fights with the house. Was it weird that you got into a fight with a building? Yes. Did it make you look much cuter than you already were? also yes.

"Well, you have me there" she told you "at least I didn't have to do much to win over Eliza"

“And Karim” you whispered.

She stared at you, her smile faltering a bit. Of course, you had talked about your brother all this time, you refused to let the family think his name was some kind of taboo that they couldn't pronounce around you. But it was the first time you talked about your last talk with him. Your farewell.

“Y/N-”

"He knew" you interrupted her "before he-...I managed to tell him everything"

"Oh" she looked down, feeling her cheeks flush a little.

“Juli…he gave us his blessing” you said, taking her chin

"What?" she whispered

"He told me and I quote 'I'm leaving knowing that you won't be alone, that you'll have someone to take care of you and I couldn't be happier that it's her...don't lose her, Y/N, she's a good woman' and I promised him not to lose you” you said

Julieta looked at you with tears in her eyes and a huge watery smile. You knew that she was feeling the same relief that you felt at receiving your brother's blessing for your relationship.

"I know that so many things have happened, so many tragedies and I know that I have been a pain in your ass but...I love you...and I want to be with you as long as you allow me-"

You couldn't continue with your speech because she pulled you towards her and kissed you deeply, pouring all her love for you into it, as she did every time she kissed you. This felt good, it felt like a promise, a new beginning.

"I love you too" she whispered against your lips "...you're right, maybe it's about time"

"Only if you're ready" you reminded her

"We could do it at Eliza's party," she suggested.

"I think it's perfect" you smiled "...maybe I should warn you that he also said that he was going to pull your feet at night if you hurt me, so..."

Julieta laughed heartily, pressing you closer to her. "I'll keep that in mind" she said, kissing you again.

Love in silence

It's living a moment in time

It is a kiss to love or give forgiveness without explaining

Only a naked soul can achieve that happiness

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Alma smiled when she saw Eliza playing with Mirabel, Antonio, and Parce, while Camilo brought them all drinks. Dolores, Isabela, and Pepa patiently waited for their turn to play dolls with Eli and Luisa, Félix, Mariano, and Bruno rested in hammocks. This was the true picture of a perfect family.

The matriarch looked over to where you and Julieta were sitting on the grass, weaving wicker baskets while talking and laughing occasionally. Her daughter wore her hair down, which she only did when she was relaxed and she had no work to do. She saw you smile as her daughter put a little flower in your hair and she knew it right then. 

Julieta was finally closing the cycle that you had opened so long ago when you entered their lives. You belonged to each other.

Love in silence

It is walking with the wind

It is God's way to teach us the truth

It is to win love in life with will

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If only- if only nothing. No more tragedies. They have earned their happy ending.

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[miammey]

(I rant, it goes in ten different places, I feel better by the end of it, yada yada, I apologize in advance)

I will never shut up about how sad the Hunting Dog’s situation is, like, they can’t leave. They’re practically chained to their jobs and won’t survive without their maintenance surgeries. They’re basically just living weapons at this point.

Yes, “cops shouldn’t be violent”, you’re right, but these guys are more than just your standard street police, they’re military, specialized in being what Teruko described as an “ultimate violence” towards criminals, it’s their JOB to be violent towards the people they fight, who are typically incredibly strong Ability Users.

As for their actions, that’s them as people and not their jobs, so to say. It’s hard to explain.

Jouno is a former criminal, he enjoys hearing people suffer, but he also enjoys saving people as well, more than the sound of suffering, which he only learned after he became a Hunting Dog. It makes sense that it’s taking a while to get used to suddenly being on the opposite side of the law, probably given the choice “join us or die.” He has no idea what being a good person entails, it seems, so he just does what he’s good at, and what he’s good at gets results, so he keeps doing it.

Tachihara was caught trying to steal from them, but then asked to join. He enjoyed his work at the Hunting Dogs, though we don’t know much about his thoughts in the position itself, other than he cares for his fellow teammates.

As for Tecchou and Teruko, we don’t know their backstories or reasons for how they act yet.

Tecchou has an incredible sense of justice, but even so he’s shown to put people above the law, or did you forget he promised to slit his own stomach open if he failed to let Lucy off scott free and give the ADA a fair trial. As for recent chapters (99-100), it doesn’t take a genius to realize he’s incredibly upset about losing the man who’s basically his partner. As much as I ship them, putting that aside we can see that Tecchou never resented Jouno, only putting him in his place if need be. For him, it’s people over laws.

As for Teruko, we also know very little about her, she enjoys torture as much as Jouno, but she also takes such pride in being a Hunting Dog, in being the fangs that tear criminals apart. She doesn’t like crime, it’s been stated that she alone was able to lower crime rates, and she even stated that a world run by violence and crime would be a terrible one. She’s the one who specifically said that they were not to attack the civilians in the Sky Casino, even when they were actively hunting down her and Tachihara for money.

Sure, they’re not the kindest group, and they’re aggressive as hell, but I’d be concerned if the people tasked with hunting down terrorists and others who wished to harm innocent people treated them kindly, and trusted them when they said they were innocent.

One more thing

THEY’RE STILL UNDER THE BOOK’S CONTROL, OF COURSE THEY WON’T BELIEVE THE AGENCY, AND OF COURSE THEY’LL CONTINUE TO TREAT THEM LIKE TERRORISTS.

Tecchou and Teruko won’t believe a single thing they say, if they’re going to trust the Agency’s word, they’re gonna need to do it after finding Fukuchi guilty, rather than the Agency innocent.

In conclusion, the Hunting Dogs are a specialized unit of soldiers who are essentially human weapons, tasked with taking down incredibly dangerous Ability Users. They are under the impression that the ADA are terrorists, and it would be incredibly concerning if a group with this role to play treated them nicely, especially when the actually DOA has killed over 100 people globally, and with the Book’s influence they won’t believe a single word the ADA says.

We also don’t know much of anything about their backstories or even have character sheets for them, and the only information we have of them is what we’ve seen in the manga, and currently they are acting as antagonists (not villains, but antagonists), so of course the series would paint them in a bad light until we see their backstories and get to know them better as actual people.

I’d also like to add how different they act on and off the battleground. Like, Tecchou’s intimidating as hell when fighting/working, but when not he’s a dork who likes watching ants, working out, and mixing same colored foods. Teruko acts a lot more childish, asking for piggyback rides, but she doesn’t change too much on and off of work. Jouno is sadistic and cruel, but he’s also stated that he’s basically the team’s babysitter, having the disciplinarian or “straight man” role in the team. As for Tachihara, he’s the youngest, most likely, he’s a bit stiffer with the Hunting Dogs, as they’re his seniors, but we know he cares a great deal for them, and they him. He seems a lot more chill than his delinquent-like Mafia persona.

Final conclusion to this rant: we as readers have the hindsight that the characters don’t, so it’s easy to forget that the Hunting Dogs are doing their best to try and take down the terrorist threat. We know the ADA is innocent, so it’s easy to forget that they were framed for terrorism, and its the Hunting Dog’s job to take down those incredibly dangerous criminals.

If this is confusing or you have an comments or questions please tell me, I love talking about them.

Also, I didn’t include Fukuchi because he doesn’t really fit the theme of “the Hunting Dogs are doing their jobs”, since he’s a terrorist. Remembering that, it kinda makes the Hunting Dog’s actions a bit more understandable, since he’s their leader, but I’m not gonna rant any further, this is already incredibly long.

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[rodricksfilipinagf]

Rodrick x Reader: The Dare

     I make my way to Rodrick’s bathroom. It was after my tutoring session with Greg, and he was in the living room playing video games. Rodrick was in the shower, and I was dared by one of my friends to steal an article of clothing of his while he was in there…that he was planning on wearing. So kinky and I think they actually wanted to have me killed.

        I manage to go in and grab a soft multicolored cable knit sweater that had orange and red in it before I heard the shower turn abruptly off. Fuck. I immediately rushed out of there. I went into Greg’s room and put it on. I figured I’d wait for Rodrick to go into his room and then make a run for it. I heard one door open, footsteps, and one door close, so I figured I was home free. I swung open the door and was face to face with Rodrick’s chest.

        “Hi,” Rodrick’s voice sounded amused, and his face looked it too. “Do you want to tell me why you stole my sweater out of the bathroom while I was showering? And are wearing it? That’s a creepy thing to do.” He stares at me expectantly but also like a lion who just caught a mouse.

        I couldn’t think of any other explanation but the truth. “I was dared to. My friends have a death wish for me apparently.”

        “Yeah, seems like it,” he nods. “So can I have my sweater back?”

        “This is your house,” I say. “Just change into something else.”

        He laughs in disbelief. “Yeah, but I want to wear that sweater. And it’s mine.”

        “Well, too bad,” I say. “It looks better on me.” I cross my arms. Maybe I do have a death wish.

        “You don’t say?” he yanks my arm and pulls me out into the hallway. Before I know what’s happening I’m pushed against a wall. “It actually does,” Rodrick agrees, inspecting me closely, giving special attention to my chest. “Tell you what- you can keep it. Win your little dare.”

        “Seriously?” I ask.

        “Yeah. But you have to do whatever I say for a week,” he continues nonchalantly.

       “Wait, what?” I tug on the hem, trying to take it off, but Rodrick captures my hands.

       “Too late. The sweater’s yours now. I don’t want it back anymore.”

       I’m horrified. “A week?”

      “Two weeks if you don’t make me happy the first one. But I feel like you’re going to make me happy,” he says, pinning me against the wall.

      “You really are awful like everyone says,” I say.

       Rodrick chuckles. “You have no idea. Maybe I should sneak into your house and steal all your clothes when you’re showering and see how you like it?”

       “I didn’t steal all your clothes…” I protest.

       “No, just the one that makes me want to touch you everywhere. And just to warn you, I won’t be keeping my hands off you much,” he whispers in my ear. As he’s saying this I could feel his hand inching up from the hem of the sweater to the back of my bra, unhooking it.

       “Rodrick,” I breathe out as he unbuttons my jeans. “You’re so evil.”

       “You don’t have to like me to fuck me hard,” he assures me, pulling my jeans and panties down.  “Cause I want you so bad, but I don’t like you at all. And I’m going to show you how much right now.”

      That sounds kinda hot actually, but...“Your brother is downstairs,” I hiss.

       Rodrick smirks. “I guess you’ll have to be quiet then. Hope that won’t be a problem for you.”

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[ynscrazylife]

PLEASE MAMA NAT <3

where its just a day in the life of being the adopted daughter of the BLACK WIDOW her picking us up and training us, trying to bonb with us

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Being Natasha’s Adopted Daughter Would Include . . .

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Natasha met you post-Black Widow. She was helping out Yelena with freeing the Widows’ when she came across you.

You were a teen at the time - but still brainwashed. Thankfully because of your age you hadn’t been brainwashed into doing anything too bad yet, but you were almost finished with your training.

Something struck Natasha when she saw you. Looking back on it, she assumes it was the fact that like her and Yelena, you had been put into the Red Room at a young age, and you were the first teen they saw while on these various missions.

While she was okay with fighting the other Widows’, it was hard for Natasha to fight you. At the time, she brushed it off as not wanting to hurt a kid, but she knew that she was taking a liking to you.

Which was why, when Yelena managed to free you, and you told them that you had nowhere to go, Natasha felt the need to do something about it. Unlike the other Widows’ who were adults, you couldn’t go out into the world alone and, after talking with Yelena, Natasha decided to take you along with her.

It wasn’t adoption per say, at least at first, but it was close enough.

You jumped at the opportunity to tag along with Natasha and while Yelena continued the Widows’ mission, Natasha took you back to Melina’s house., where you met Melina and Alexei.

You were wary around them at first, clinging to Natasha, but you warmed up.

However, it wasn’t long before Natasha had to go on the run again. She offered you the chance to stay there with Melina and Alexei but you had grown very close to Natasha and wanted to come with her.

So, you did.

It was difficult, escaping authority and having to constantly be moving, but it in a way it strengthened yours and Natasha’s bond. You guys got closer and learned to work together — as fighting partners as well as mother/daughter.

Which was why, not having known your biological parents or where they were, the word ‘mom’ easily fell off her lips.

It happened when you guys were eating take-out in your latest house. Natasha had passed you the water pitcher and “thanks, mom” just came so naturally.

For a second, you didn’t realize what you had said, until you looked up to see Natasha staring at you with wide eyes.

Then, it hit you. Holy shit my god. Had you just said that?? What just happened?

You got scared that Natasha would react badly, but it was the opposite. A huge grin broke out on her face and even happy tears of pure joy.

When you asked her what was going on, she said: “I’ve never been a mother.”

That’s when you smiled and hugged her and you officially agreed on becoming mother and daughter.

Natasha was worried on being a mother at first, scared that she messed it up, but after reassurance from Melina via a phone call, she fell into the role naturally.

She became much more protective.

Not that you minded.

This went on until the Avengers called upon Natasha to fight Thanos.

She brought you along with her and the team was thoroughly stunned.

“wHO ArE yOU???”

“NATASHAAAA”

Yeah, it was chaotic.

You weren’t fazed though and quickly befriended Wanda and attempted to befriend Vision.

Steve and Sam also became like uncles.

Tony was a bit more difficult because you initially blamed him for you and Natasha on the run, so you were distant at first.

You were also kinda disappointed that Clint wasn’t there. You had wanted to meet him (and Natasha wanted you to meet him) after the stories you heard.

Nonetheless, you went to Wakanda and that’s where you met Bucky. It wasn’t long before he became another uncle.

You absolutely loved fighting alongside Okoye and meeting Shuri. You were fascinated by her technology.

You also kicked ass on the battlefield.

But then . . . You lost.

You watched Bucky disappear and even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as Natasha and Steve did, you still felt great pain.

Then you learned to that Sam and Wanda had gotten snapped and it got worse.

The days leading after were some of the most difficult days ever.

It was the first time you had to be strong for your mom, seeing as she had lost her friends too, and you panicked at first.

But you had been her daughter for awhile now and you knew what to do. You hugged Natasha and was there for her.

In the months coming, you helped the reminding heroes rebuild the world and you eventually joined the Avengers under your mother’s lead.

You also met Clint but it wasn’t a happy meeting, really, since he had lost his family.

You continued on as an Avenger with Natasha by your side. You met Carol and she was like an aunt and was amazing.

Things started to turn on the bright side when one day Natasha walked in with a genuine smile and held papers.

You could only guess what they were for at first, but quickly was shown and freaked out (a happy freak out) after.

Adoption papers.

You jumped and yelled and screamed and cheered, unbelievably happy that this was becoming official official.

You were Natasha’s daughter.

While the past few years had been difficult, this made it all worth it. You didn’t know where you’d be without Natasha and she was always with you.

Eventually, the team had a plan to defeat Thanos.

Which felt liked a miracle.

Natasha lives because I say so.

You and her got to tag-team Thanos’ enemies.

Literally the best team since Clint and Nat.

(Clint was jealous)

Then, you got everyone back!

You were SO happy to see Bucky, Sam, and Wanda again, and so was Natasha.

After you all reunited and the world went back to semi-normal, you and Natasha visited Yelena, Alexei, and Melina who were beyond happy to see you both.

Things started to turn up again and you were so grateful to have Nat at your side.

She was the best mom EVER.

Always looking out for you and protecting you

If any of the other Avengers made the slightest of snide comments, she was on them like a bloodhound

She always reminded you to hydrate and was always asking you how you were doing

It was hard to believe that she hadn’t had any experience with children before

Well, she had, with Clint’s kids, but still

Speaking of Clint’s kids, they all looked to you like an older cousin

But getting back to Natasha

She insisted that only she would train with you, not trusting the team to not injure you (besides, she knew you best)

You loved training with Natasha too

She always made it fun, putting on music and stuff

It helped you had similar music tastes

She also would always gush to anyone but really Clint, Sam, or Bucky on how cute and adorable you were

And they definitely agreed

One time during movie night you fell asleep with your head on Nat’s shoulder

She was so happy

Made Bucky take a picture

But she did feel a little bad because you must be tired

So she carried you to your room and put you to bed, kissing you goodnight

You had missed out on a childhood so it was nice for your mom to bring you to bed

All in all Natasha was the best thing to happen to you

Despite it being tough, you were thankful for every second of it

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[knightmareaceblue]

What would Polythreat be like in the other times like Toppat King, Master Bounty Hunter, and Stickmin Space Resort. Just wanted to see how Polythreat would look like other timelines.

TK: Maybe Charles got capture during the rocket launch and become a Toppat's prisoner. Henry and Ellie would visit him and get to know each other.

MBH: Henry and Charles want to the Wall to arrest Dmitri. While there, they meet and free Ellie who decide to help take down Dmitri.

How would you think Polythreat would work in other timelines.

Polythreat: Enter the Multiverse. There was no reason to write that, it just entered my mind and I thought it was funny.

I'll share some ideas I've had, but forgive me for skimping on details... just in case I want to write one of these stories someday.

Plot ideas below the cut

SSR: After finding Ellie being unethically interrogated in a government base, Charles frees her and the two go on the run. They spend a year on the run, get together as a couple, and through a series of shenanigans end up stowing away on a shuttle up to Stickmin Space Resort. Henry offers them sanctuary in exchange for employment, partially out of sympathy but mostly because he's really freakin' bored, and this is the most exciting thing to happen since he'd stolen the Toppats rocket.

So Ellie works as security while Charles drives a spaceship and helps with guided tours. Henry, curious about their story because they've only told bits and pieces and he's actually a drama loving weirdo, spends a lot of time with the both of them and eventually catches feelings. Romcom shenanigans ensue as Charles and Ellie both develop a crush on him and agree to pursue him together, while Henry wonders what the heck these brand-new feelings are all about. Also goverment related drama as they try to get Ellie and Charles back. And maybe the Toppats cause trouble too? Haven't decided yet.

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JB: Enemies to friends to lovers GOLD. I know TCW may reek of this more, but I have a blatent bias for PBT routes, and also there's too much comedy to get out of TCW for me to take it seriously in any context.

Anyways, so after Henry betrays Ellie and steals the Norwegian Emerald while screwing over the Toppats, Ellie hears about it and breaks out on her own. She then finds Henry and the two of them become bitter rivals in thievery. Galeforce, unfortunately, took the fall for the chaos they caused and Charles takes stopping them as a personal mission. Thief vs detective type shenanigans ensue as the three constantly sabotage each other. Henry treats it all like a huge game, Ellie is seething with rage, and Charles very quickly gets fed up with their shenanigans.

Things come to a head when a trap gone wrong leads to the three of them crashing Charles' helicopter on a mountain. They agree to work together to get back to civilization. Nobody is happy with this. As they make the journey down, they reluctantly begin to understand each other. They've each got mental issues from the events of THSC, and this leads to mutual respect by the time they get back to the city. It develops into a less toxic rivalry, which develops into Henry and Ellie occasionally making things easier on Charles. At some point Henry apologies to Ellie. I don't have all the details yet. But I do know exactly how it ends.

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TR: Unfortunately, it would take some pretty extreme trauma to push someone like Charles to join the Toppat Clan. And extreme trauma is exactly what happened. Unfortunately, this is actually something I have in progress, so I can't elaborate too much more. But I will say this: Henry and Ellie are surprised and annoyed to be put on Governemnt Lapdog babysitting duty, but slowly come to care about him as he continually risks his life for theirs and endears himself to them. Ellie falls first, interestingly enough, though Charles is initially more interested in Henry. It's not... quite a love triangle, though. He just has a reason to believe he can trust Henry more than Ellie. The three of them eventually find common ground though, as Henry and Ellie comfort Charles as he tells them why he joined the clan.

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CG: After reliveing the Toppat Clan of all their riches (and also killing their Chief), Henry and Ellie became a duo of vigilante heroes. They work outside the law to bring justice, with Galeforce a secret government contact leaking info to them to help them out. Charles isn't too keen on their brand of justice at first but finds that they've actually helped a lot of people. The place where they set up HQ knew they were performing criminal acts, he discovers, but didn't turn them in because they liked and trusted the two more than the police.

It's a lot of moral introspection for Charles, with him slowly coming to the side of 'protecting the innocent is more important than following the law'. This culminates in him rescuing Ellie and Henry from a government-sanctioned assassination attempt, where they bombed the heck out of their hideout, and officially joins their vigilante group. Ellie and Henry both come to like him, but keep their distance to avoid scaring him and upsetting each other... so CHARLES has to make the first move. I'm sure you can imagine how that went.

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And that's all I have for you right now! It's fun to come up with these sorts of alternate scenarios, isn't it? Maybe I'll write these, maybe I won't. But it was fun.

#The Knightmare Responds #THSC #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Henry Stickmin #Polythreat #Poly Threat #Charles Calvin #Elie rose #Multiple Endings #Multiverse shenanigans #Multiple Timeline Polythreat #Romcom Shenanigans #Vigilante Justice #Enemies to Friends to Lovers #Knightmare Art #loverderpyhooves

[frickfrackapplesnack]

I can’t trust you

Requested by: @miniminnie27​ Warnings: Swearing, attempted rape and abuse Words: 3838 Pairing: Chishiya x female reader

A/N I hope you like this and that it is everything that you wanted.

Y/N was baffled as to how or why this was happening. The plan appeared to be flawless, and she had felt completely secure. Her friends assured her that she would be safe and that no harm would come to her. But she didn't feel safe now, as her captors dragged her down the hallway, and no matter how hard she struggled she just couldn't break free. Her throat burned as much as the tears that ran down her cheeks, begging for help from the friends who had promised to keep her safe. But, as she watched Chishiya turn away and begin walking in the opposite direction, with Kuina who had been waiting for him, trailing behind, neither of them seeming to care about her current situation, Y/N felt completely helpless. Almost a year of, trust and friendship down the drain in a matter of seconds. In that moment y/n realised that neither of them actually cared for her.

This all began a few hours ago, when Y/N sat with Chishiya and Kuina discussing their plan to steal all the playing cards from a safe in Aguni's room while he was announcing his new leadership title to the rest of The Beach. Chishiya had been the one to come up with the plan, and Y/N was happy to play along, trusting him completely. He had protected her in numerous games, why should she believe now would be any different. Chishiya had initially wanted to recruit the Beach's newest members, Arisu and Usagi, as it seemed they had been asking around and gathering new information of their own, information that could prove useful. However, after Usagi persuaded Arisu that it was best to keep their heads down as to not get caught, Chishiya entrusted the most crucial part of the operation to Y/N. However, he had convinced Usagi and Arisu to be on security detail along with Kuina and Himself, that way y/n had some extra protection and Chishiya could keep an eye on them. Chishiya had sat them all down and explained the process of becoming the new Leader of the beach and, stating that the code for the safe the cards were apparently kept in had been sealed in envelope only the boss could open.

“First, Y/N will infiltrate the royal suit.” He had explained, “She’s small, and quiet so she is our best bet at getting inside.” Y/N doubted this, as Chishiya had originally wanted Arisu to go in, but didn’t ponder on the matter. “Then she will look for the safe and steal all the playing cards.” It was a risky plan, everyone knew that. But they all trusted Chishiya and his clever wits to get them through to the other side. Y/N shouldn’t have been so naïve.

“What about the code?” She asked, “This doesn’t work unless I can actually get into the safe” she scoffed.

“I have an idea of what it is” Chishiya answered, obviously annoyed with her comment, “But I need to be sure. So, I’ll tell you when you’re in front of the safe.” He finished, handing her a walkie talkie he had been hiding in his jacket pocket. Y/N had originally refused to this, stating that it was too risky to wait up until the last minute, but Chishiya assured her that by the time she found the safe he would have a definitive answer. She had given up on fighting him…she should have fought more.

“Usagi and Kuina will be on lookout from the east side of the building, Arisu will be at the west side, and I will be keeping an eye on Aguni,” Chishiya continued, he had wanted everyone to be 100% certain on what their position was and what it meant for the operation to be a success. He wasn’t about to leave anything out.

“This is too dangerous,” Usagi argued, “If we’re caught, we will be killed.” Everyone remained silent, pondering her statement.

“It’s the only way to change the current situation” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “This could be our only chance; we have no choice.” She explained, making her way over to Usagi, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “With Hatter dead there is no unity at the beach, we have to act now. Trust Chishiya, Trust us…please.” Usagi, looked at her contemplating her options, before giving Y/N a small nod of approval. How Y/N regretted those words now, she should never have trusted him…but in that moment she had no reason not to.

As Y/n made her way into the royal suit, her friends on lookout she felt safe. Chishiya was currently watching Aguni doing his speech and assured her he would let her know if anything changed. It didn’t take her long to find the safe, stashed away in a small closet at the end of the room. It was a small black box, but large enough to hold the playing cards. For a second Y/N considered how easy it had been to find but didn’t ponder on the situation as much as she should have.

“Chi,” Y/N said into the walkie talkie, using the nickname she had given him. He had hated it, but she thought it suited him. “I found the safe, what’s the code?” she asked, hoping he had truly figured it out like he had promised.

“It’s 8022” Chishiya answered.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked, “I don’t know what will happen if I put in the wrong code.”

“Trust me, Aguni’s expression told me everything” He clarified, “I’m sure there was nothing on that paper.”

“Then how do you know the code?” Y/N panicked. He couldn’t have just guessed it could he? She could hear Chishiya’s quiet chuckle through the device in her shaking hands.

“The wax seal, It, was embossed with the Boss’ ring, and it formed numbers.” He explained calmly. “Trust me Y/N, the code it 8022.” Y/N sighed, choosing to trust Chishiya’s clever guess and slowly input the code, 8-0-2-2 enter. But when she did, instead of hearing the satisfying click of the lock the safe began to beep sending off a warning alarm that she had put in the wrong code. Y/N began to panic, pulling on the safe door in desperate hope that it would open. But with no such luck. “Chishiya!” She cried into the walkie talkie. “It didn’t work what do I do?” tears of frustration had began to build up in the corners of her eyes, and the fact that Chishiya had not answered only terrified her even more. Had he been caught? “Chi?” she cried, hoping for an answer when suddenly, she was pulled up from the ground with a sudden jerk. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared into the eyes of Niragi.

“You would come in her so brazenly?” He mocked, “What is a little girl like you hoping to find in here?” he laughed, leaning down to her eye level. “Hoping the new leader would show you a fun time?” He laughed, Y/N was about to react when her eye caught sight of something, or more so, someone that made her heard freeze. There stood Chishiya, a smirk plastered to his face as he watched Niragi torment her. Her attention was quickly pulled from him however when Usagi and Arisu were dragged into the room, with no sign of Kuina. They had both betrayed her, “Hey!” she screamed, moving forward in an attempt to both escape and for the militants to let the others go, but was quickly met with the butt of Niragi’s gun. Pain exploded in her temple as she cowered on the floor, blood seeping out of the fresh wound. A kick was swiftly delivered to her stomach as Niragi mocked her pathetic attempt at playing hero, all the while Chishiya watched on without a care in the world. She had never felt so heart broken in her life.

Truth be told she had, had a crush on the white-haired man for a while now, always wanting to be closer to him in hopes that maybe he would feel the same. They had even spent some quiet moments together after games, comforting the other if they had a particularly rough night. Y/N thought they had a strong connection. But now as she endured Niragi’s abuse, and he made no attempt to stop him, she knew that he had never cared for her at all.

“You saved me Chishiya.” She heard Aguni compliment. “We caught them, thanks to your perceptiveness.”

“No problem.” Chishiya smiled. “It’s what anyone else would have done.” As the two conversed Y/N thought she was about to pass out from the pain, too sore and tried to cry anymore tears, staring hopelessly at the man she had fallen in love with, all hope lost. Niragi did not give up on his abuse however, even when blood began dripping past her chapped lips chocking on the metallic liquid.

“That enough, Niragi.” Aguni commanded, “I don’t want to have to clean up such a large mess. Kill her somewhere else.” Y/N’s eyes widened, remembering the final rule of the Beach. ‘Death to the Traitors’. This was how she was going to die. Niragi chuckled darkly grabbing Y/N by the tuffs of her hair pulling her up from the floor. “Let’s go little girl.” He smiled, licking the side of her face, y/n cringed, his breath reeked of alcohol. “We have a date.”

This is how Y/N ended up in Niragi's room, being held down by his goonie pals while he prepared to do whatever he wanted to her. She fought the people who were holding her, but the pain radiating throughout her body made it difficult for her to move. Niragi smirked as he removed his gun and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his black and white shirt. Y/N couldn't help but think of Chishiya, he didn't smirk at her like that; when he did, she could see the humour in his eyes and usually managed to turn it into a smile. She used to feel such joy from the thought of his smile; she was one of the few people who could get him to do it, but now she realised how all those shared moments with him on the roof, or at the games, when she would make him truly smile...were all fake. Her eyes welled up with burning tears.

“Aww don’t cry.” Niragi laughed climbing on top of her, “We’re going to have fun.” Slowly, Niragi began to unzip her black jacket, revealing her bikini top to him. The sight seemed to please him. The look in his eyes scared her, and she turned her head away so she wouldn’t have to look at him. “Rape, assault, arson, murder,” he mumbled, “Why do you think these crimes are punishable by law?” he asked. Probably because they’re fucking disgusting, Y/N thought, but dare not say a word in fear that he would kill her. Niragi moved down her body, the lower her moved the more uncomfortable she became. He pulled at the hem of her bikini bottoms.

“Please don’t…” She begged a single tear falling down her cheek. Niragi laughed but moved away from her waist and down further to her pale shaking thighs.

“Don’t cry baby,” He cooed, “I promise, it’ll feel so good.” The finished, licking a disgusting wet stripe up the inside of her thigh. Y/N tried to pull away, but the people holding her down kept her steady. “You know,” He continued, moving back up to her face. “When left to our own devices, humans will Rape, steal and kill each other. It’s just human nature.” He grabbed Y/N’s chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, “It’s just who we really are. But there are no laws here, isn’t it a shame not to do those things” He smirked, leaving down to capture her lips with his own. Y/N thrashed around, hating the feeling of his tongue entering her mouth, his tongue piercing rubbing unsympathetically on the roof of her mouth. Her flight or fight instincts kicked in and without thinking she bit him, sending him flying off her, holding his bleeding mouth, screaming in pain. Y/N chuckled, happy that she had managed to hurt him, if she was going to die tonight, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Niragi, no passed the shock, pounced on her wasting no time in slapping her face, over and over again.

“Stop fucking around!” he growled. Y/N giggled, the adrenaline kicking in, all senses lost to her. Niragi slapped her again in hopes of getting her to shut up. Y/N only laughed louder.

“You’re a piece of shit.” She laughed, spitting at him, bloodied saliva now dripping from his face. Niragi screamed at her and git her again, and this time Y/N’s ears began to ring.

“You’re going to take what I give you.” Niragi spoke softly in her ear. “And if I hear one more complaint there will be a bullet in that pretty little face of yours.” He explained, reaching for the string of her bikini top, to pull it off. However, they were interrupted by the bright light exploding from the TV. Everyone in that room froze and they saw what was written on the Screen. GAME ARENA.

Meanwhile Chishiya was walking around outside, proud of how well his plan had worked. He had been able to locate the real location of the cards after Y/N had discovered the fake one. If he was being honest no amount of pride could stop the Guilt that had been stabbing at his heart as he watched her being dragged away by Niragi. He had never wanted her to be the one to get caught, but after Usagi had convinced Arisu not to go along with it he had no other choice. Of course, he wouldn’t let anyone know how he really felt about the girl, that would show that he had a weakness, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. But he couldn’t help but think that she was probably dead right now. The night air was cold as he wandered around the Beach, he had managed to locate Kuina on the outskirts of the resort, leaning up against a brick column, an unlit cigarette in her mouth. “I guess it’s time to say goodbye to this too” he said, removing the bracelet he had been given as part of being a Beach member.

Kuina scoffed, pulling the cigarette out from between her lips. “You don’t feel sorry for her?” She asked. “Y/N I mean.”

Chishiya stopped in his tracks, ignoring the pain in his heart as he prepared to lie to his friend. “Feel sorry?” he asked, turning to face her.

“Yeah…I feel really sorry for her.” She replied. “She is our friend.”

“Is there anything we can’t do in order to survive?” he asked, Kuina remained silent. Chishiya smirked, “If you’re so worried then you should help her, Kuina.” He suggested.

Kuina scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest, “I can’t believe you.” She said.

“What do you mean?”

“I know how close you were with her…you can’t say it was all a lie.” She sneered.

“We weren’t close.” Chishiya responded.

“Bullshit.” Kuina yelled, moving toward him. Her face red with anger. “I saw they way you looked at each other, you always protected her.” She rambled. “You even fell asleep in the same bed once!”

“It was after a 6 of hearts game…we were both exhausted.”

“Yeah…and there were two beds in the room…” Shit, she had him there.

“So, what if I do care for her…she’s probably dead by now.”

“And that doesn’t mean anything to you!?” Kuina yelled.

“Of course, it does.” Chishiya yelled back, taking a moment to compose himself. “Of course, it does…” he mumbled again. Kuina came closer, placing a hand on his shoulder which he quickly shrugged off turning away from her. He couldn’t handle talking about Y/N right now. But something stopped him, a faded red line crossing the archway he had been about to walk through. “Don’t tell me…” he mumbled.

Kuina had now joined him about to walk through the arch way when he stopped her. “Stop right there!” he quipped. Stopping her in her tracks. They both took a step back, Chishiya throwing his wristband through the archway. Immediately their suspicions were confirmed when a laser shot down from the sky, burning a hole through the band. They were now standing in a game arena.

An hour had passed, and now there was an hour remaining to locate the witch and throw her into the fire. The militants had taken it upon themselves to take control and shoot anyone on sight. Y/N had been doing her best to hide, from them, not staying in one place for too long, sneaking around corners, and taking 10-minute breaks to hide every now and then. She was in pain, and the events with Nigari were still fresh in her mind, but the adrenaline running through her pushed her to survive and beat this game. So then, she could punch Chishiya in his smug face.

She was now going up to the roof to get a better look at the situation from a higher vantage point, hoping no one else was up there. Her legs hurt as she trudged up the stairwell, but she made it to her destination in the end. The metal door was heavy, and she had to push it open with all of her weight, but the fresh air hit her soon enough, the cold welcome as it soothed her aching body. As she looked around her eyes landed on someone, she really wasn’t in the mood to see right now. Of course, Chishiya would be up her, he was the one that had taught her the value of high places. His back faced her, and she could see what looked like a gun in his hand, playing cards scattered beneath his feat. So, he had managed to find them after all…

“Chishiya…” she called out, her voice wavering. He turned, eyes widening as he saw her.

“Y/N, you’re alive.” He gasped, walking toward her, something about his demeanour angered y/n, maybe it was the fact that he thought she was dead, or maybe it was the worried expression on his face. How dare he act as if he cared for her wellbeing, when obviously he didn’t care. He had assumed her dead after all, and y/n couldn’t help thinking back to how he had just stood there leaving her to die. He was now standing an arms, length away, silent as ever. They stood there watching each other, before y/n found enough courage to close the gab between them slapping him hard on the side of the face.

“How, fucking dare you!” she screamed at him, shoving him away. “You set me up you bastard, you left me to die.”

“Y/N-“ He tried to cut in but she continued.

“I thought we were friends, I thought you cared but no. You would rather sacrifice our friendship to get those stupid playing cards…you left me!” she cried, tears now falling down her flushed face…”You let Niragi…beat me. You let him take me away.” She sniffled. “He tried to rape me” she sobbed finally looking into Chishiya’s eyes. He looked shocked, lost for words even. But she didn’t believe it for a moment, he couldn’t do anything but lie.

“Y/N, I’m sorry…” he mumbled.

“Bullshit,” Y/N laughed. “You have never given a shit about me. Or anyone!”

“That’s not true.” Chishiya argued, breaking his eye contact.

“Really?” Y/N scoffed. “Didn’t seem like it when you set me up.”

“I didn’t want to. That’s why I asked Arisu y/n don’t be stupid.”

“Oh, so now I’m stupid!” y/n shouted, “That’s great Chi..thanks” She scoffed. “I see you got your cards, congratulations.” She said pointing toward the mess of cards on the floor.

“Yeah…” Chishiya sighed, “Y/N I really am sorry, and I don’t say that a lot, so you know I mean it.” He tried to move toward her, but y/n jumped back not wanting him to touch her.

“No Chi, I don’t know that.” She huffed, “Last time I trusted you this happen.” She said, unzipping her jacket and letting him see all the bruises that Niragi had given her. “Oh, and don’t forget this.” She said moving her hair to the side, showing the large gash she had been given from Niragi’s gun. “You’re a piece of shit, Chishiya. I hope you know that.”

“I do.” He agreed, “I use people for my own benefit, I manipulate and toy with people to get what I want, and I don’t care who gets hurt, or killed. As long as I survive.” Y/N nodded along, agreeing with everything he was saying. “But I never wanted to hurt you Y/N” he continued.

“Bullshit” Y/N scoffed.

“It’s true!” Chishiya argued. “I never wanted you to get hurt, I never wanted you to be part of the plan, but when Arisu didn’t agree I had to go with you..”

“And why not Kuina? Or you?” Y/N asked. “I was not the only option.”

“Yes, you were”

“Why’s that?” Y/N asked intrigued.

“Because I trust you the most, Y/N. We have been together since game one. You are the only person I can trust. Not Kuina, not even myself…you!” Chishiya said, raising his voice.

“That’s the point Chi!” Y/N screamed, “We have been together since game one, and I thought I could trust you more than anyone else in this fucked up place.”

“You can…you can trust me.”

“No, I can’t Chi…not anymore.”

“You can,” he almost begged. Y/N found it slightly amusing.

“Give me one good reason.” Y/N said. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you.” Chishiya only stared at her, mouth open slightly but not a single word slipped past his lips. “Right, that’s what I thought.” Y/N scoffed, turning to walk back down the stairwell.

“I love you…” Chishiya called out to her. “You can trust me because I love you.” Y/N stopped in her tracks, considering his words carefully. She had loved him for a long time, and never thought he would return those feelings. But apparently, he felt the same way. Her heart screamed at her to kiss him, to forgive him for everything because those three words were everything, she ever wanted to hear from him. But her mind told her to be rational, and think, did this really mean she could trust him. That he would never hurt her again. Y/N turned to face Chishiya, contemplating her options.

Taking a deep breath Y/N looked into the eyes of the man she loved and said: “I love you too Chi…but I can’t trust you.” She frowned, leaving the heartbroken man up on the roof.

Chishiya cried for the first time since coming to borderland. He had never felt so alone.

#chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #Alice in borderland imagine

[lilmaravilla]

Little Mistakes (The Front Man x Reader)

warnings: mentions of death and some swear words. there are also mentions of a weapon so keep those in mind. key: Y/n = your name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color.

When y/n heard her work partner Jun-Ho talk about finding his brother, they had never imagined that it would be a dangerous adventure. A dangerous adventure in a place in which people played games and got eliminated by getting killed.

"We're playing with fire here! We can't just come in here pretending we're two guards who know exactly what the fuck they are doing!" y/n exclaimed as they walked next to their partner. Their voice distorted by a mask they had stolen off a dead guard. Well, the mask that Jun-Ho had to steal.

"I told you it was going to be dangerous, did I not? So far we've been doing great and you're only complaining? May I remind you that you were the one who chose to come with me? Listen, everything is going to be okay. I just want us to split up and look for more clues," answered Jun-Ho as he looked down at a masked y/n with a serious look on his face.

"Whatever. Your brother better be here and he better be hot in person, ya hear me?" with a roll of their eyes, y/n nodded at Jun-Ho's request.

"Hot? Why's that?" confusion was written on the poor man's face.

"Yes! I want him to be hot so he can take me out on a date because I helped you look for him. Look at it as some sort of payment," they answered as they began to walk away to another side of the large room. Archives being the only 'decorations' there.

The room was eerily quiet, making y/n feel more uneasy walking down those corridors. A flashlight in their hand as they searched for the certain file of Jun-Ho's brother. The thought, 'Don't get caught' present in their mind.

Ring...Ring... "Front Man speaking. I'm happy to hear you enjoy the game, sir. Yes, sir. The host is currently waiting for the VIPs to arrive," a different distorted voice was heard as a telephone was placed down. Footsteps then began to echo closer to where y/n was standing.

Quickly crouching down, y/n began to look around to find somewhere else to hide. The footsteps only coming closer as they then halted. The room only growing quiet once again until the sound of a gun cocking was heard. "Are you in here right now? You're good but you made one mistake," came the distorted voice once again. "I always put the receiver down the other way."

'The receiver?' y/n thought as it then came to their mind. 'The fucking phone that Jun-Ho touched! I swear if we make it out alive, I will be the one to kill you!'

The Front Man continued to speak about the type of weapon y/n was using and what they had shot with it. Y/n was only distracted by the fact that most of the bullets were from Jun-Ho's gun. At least the Front Man didn't know two cops were roaming around here.

"I got you. Move and it will be the last thing you will ever do." Shit. While y/n was distracted with thoughts about her revolver, she had been caught trying to hide. "Breaking the mask rules was the reason for your death if I am not mistaken. So tell me, Guard, how does it feel to be a ghost?"

Y/n didn't answer as they felt the barrel of a gun pressing against the back of their head. The only movement coming from their body was that of a shiver going down their spine. Other than that, at that moment, not a single limb was moved.

"Turn around and take off your mask. Let me look your ghost in the eyes, Guard," the Front Man spoke with a soft tone. The distortion of the mask making him sound more menacingly. "I want to see the same eyes I saw when my bullet went straight into your head. Show me now!" he yelled with patience not evident in his voice.

With a sudden flinch and lots of hesitation, y/n turned to face the masked man. Gloved hands slowly began to reach towards the mask and in a swift movement, y/n's e/c eyes were revealed.

"Take it all off. I want to see your whole face," the impatient man said as he brought the barrel of the gun towards y/n's forehead.

Quickly, y/n began to take the rest of the suit's mask off. Now revealing their h/l h/c hair, they let out a breath they did not know they were holding in.

The Front Man's eyes were, without a doubt, glued onto the small figure's face, taking in all of their features. Some sort of attraction for them instantly growing.

"There is no doubt you were a great police officer, but your little mistakes were your ruin. Showing up here without a partner was the worst one you could make. Your second mistake was being distracted while trying to hide," the Front Man said as his gun traveled from the top of y/n's forehead to her cheek and then down to underneath her chin. "Or am I wrong, police officer?" he asked and lifted y/n's head with the gun to look into their eyes.

"Keep in mind that I make mistakes but very rarely. You know nothing about me nor how I work, so I advise you to stop talking already. Your mask does not scare me and neither does your gun. Do you want to kill me? Do it, but you have also made a mistake. The mistake of trusting your instincts without having all the information. I hope you figure out why you committed that mistake," y/n said as they had finally gotten the courage to speak to the masked figure. Consequences no longer being a fear of theirs.

"You think I am going to let you off the hook so easily, my dear? Killing you is too easy but not very satisfying. I am going to punish you. I will teach you how to respect me and show you who you are messing with," he said as he began to take his mask off with his free hand. "Does that not sound splendid to you?"

Y/n's eyes widened at the attractive man standing before them. A blush was certainly visible on their cheeks. Their heartbeat was now abnormally fast and their breath hitching at such a fine man. This has got to be a joke. There is no way this man is this handsome.

"What will my punishment be? I am sure I can take it!"

The Front Man only chuckled, a smirk evident on their lips. He slowly leaned in towards Y/n's ear and let out a soft breath.

"You'll see. . . little police officer," he whispered ever so smoothly into their ear.

Author's Note: What do you think should happen next? should i make a part two? what should y/n's punishment be? let me know your ideas <3

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[seokjinsonlyone]

this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you’d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”

#this was really just supposed to sumn light to post and then midway through yoongi’s i started world building 🤡 #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts reactions #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #seokjin fic #jin fic #jin fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #j hope fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jhope fluff #jimin x reader #jimin smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut

[emerald-chaos]

Y’all caught me at a bad time so you’re about to get a mouthful.

You know what I am so sick and tired of? I am so fuckin’ sick and tired of getting on this website and seeing ANOTHER super wonderful, kind, talented content creator saying that they’re going to step away from something they love doing because tou crusty assholes feel so fucking entitled that you leave them messages demanding something from them - something which they provide for FREE.

I am fed up with people pouring their hearts and souls into content, again that they provide FOR FREE, and ignorant stupid cucks like some of y’all either

A) do not appreciate it whatsoever, thus tearing down that creator’s esteem and desire to continue creating

B) feel so fucking high and mighty about yourself, but not high enough to go off anon because god forbid someone know what a gaping fucking asshole you are, that you go into their ask box and leave messages that once again diminish their spark, their love, and their desire for creation.

C) steal someone else’s creation and hard work because you are a little twat waffle who isn’t creative enough to come up with some original ideas - perhaps because you don’t have an original idea in your smooth, dry, jellybean sized brain

STOP sending hate. STOP demanding things when said things are given to you FOR FREE. STOP stealing other people’s work and posting it as your own. The content creators on this site owe you NOTHING. They are working their asses off to provide content because what it loves to do and you fuckwad succubi are draining their life from them.

When someone responds to your demands with a little bit of an attitude?? GOOD, YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT. There are actual, human beings behind these accounts. They are not robots built by Jeff Butthole who sit there with the instructions to provide for your rude, hateful, entitled asses. They are humans with lives, troubles, anxieties, health issues, and so much fucking more. You coming on this site, again with anon on because you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair, and add another tick to their already shitty day/week/month/year.

I couldn’t sit back and not say anything anymore. I am so fucking fed up with seeing talented, amazing creators leave because of yall. And don’t even get me started in the whole, “well it’s just some people not everyone is like that” yeah well one bad banana spoils the whole bunch - so sit the fuck down and think about that.

Be kind. Tell creators how much you love their work and what it means to you. Spread kindness like it’s your last will and testament to do so. If you can’t do any of that, and you are one of the troglodytes I mentioned above - do everyone a favor and unplug the fucking computer.

#sav speaks #sav rants #fanfiction #fanart #content creation #content creator #fandom #long post

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Vergil Reading You A Poem.

Vergil X FemReader

Warnings: None

(A/N:) I am spiraling down the Devil May Cry rabbit hole. I've binge played all up until DMC5 and I am in love with the whole series. It's so good!! I haven't fell for a series like this since I discovered Assassin's Creed. Dante is totally my favorite and I like Nero too, but Vergil and I have a love hate relationship. He was a pain to beat in DMC3 but anyway that's irrelevant. I want to write things for the Vergil fangirls as well. So enjoy sweeties and look for more DMC content cause I'm getting tons of ideas! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You didn't know what had lead to Vergil and Dante compromising, but seeing Dante's older twin brother occupying the couch in the Devil May Cry office was a nice change of pace. You hadn't really gotten to know Vergil all that much, but that fact didn't keep you from forming a crush on the more reserved of the twins. Dante, of course, had teased you to no end and whined about he looked exactly like Vergil. Even though you did adore Dante in a friendly or brotherly way, you couldn't ignore your feelings for Vergil. Now as he sat by himself reading and with Dante nowhere around you felt an unusual braveness settle into you. If you were going to make a move, now was the time. Vergil turned the page the sound echoing through the room while you took the seat beside him. His cool blue eyes darted your way for just a second before moving back to the book and focusing on the page.

"May I help you," he sighed finally speaking as you continued to stare at him.

"What'cha reading," you asked.

"Poems," he replied.

You couldn't help but notice the large V gracing the cover of said book. It looked worn and well read. A book that had been loved for awhile. It showed that Vergil, while obsessed with power and his demon half he still had human traits.

"Can you read me one," you asked expecting him to say no but you sucked in a breath when he turned the page and offered for you to come closer. Scooting over you pressed into Vergil as he started to read. His soothing voice washed over you as you watched his lips move. While he read Vergil's gaze would leave the page to steal glances of you. He'd read this particular poem so many times he had it memorized so he was free to watch the different emotions flicker across your gaze. When you would take the time to look at him he quickly would go back to looking at the page until you looked away. His voiced carried drowning out the jukebox in the corner, that's when you noticed your eyelids began to droop. You didn't find him reading to you boring but you hadn't felt so comfortable and safe in so long. Vergil noticed your body starting to wobble, sleepiness getting the best of you. Without missing a beat Vergil caught you pulling you into his chest all the while never breaking from the poem. When the last sentence passed his lips he closed the book and looked down at your sleeping face. A hair had come loose and he tucked it back behind your ear before leaning down and kissing your forehead. Realizing what he'd done Vergil jerked upwards looking around for his insufferable twin. Luckily Dante wasn't around, but what he didn't see was Nero spying on his father and he was totally going to tell his uncle.

#Vergil X Reader #Vergil / Reader #Vergil #Devil May Cry #Vergil Imagine #Devil May Cry Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[willowedwisteria]

heyyy

i've been reading your works since your old blog and you are one of the reasons i even found the SAGAU in the first place. just wanted to say thanks for your amazing work and the inspiration you've given me!

also in your old blog there was a scenario of villain! au darling being one big family with razor and andrius. i was wondering if you could write something like that again? 👉🏻👈🏻

it's fine if you don't feel comfortable!

(also would you mind if i write a small scenario on my genshin blog abt that? again, totally fine if not!)

thanks and look after yourself!!!

⁂~Lupical?~⁂

Note -> My, my if it isn't the illustrious Villain! AU returning with grace? I haven't written anything Villain! AU related recently - I want to though - and your suggestion is the perfect excuse.

I'm grateful you think so highly of my writing, I'll be happy to write it out for you!

If you truly want to write such a scenario on your blog, go for it. The AUs created are free for everyone to write to their heart's content.

You rush through the forest, trying to push away all of the thin branches and bushes blocking your path. You peek back behind you to see the wretched Knights of Favonius following your tracks.

Your heart races faster than you can comprehend and you aren't in the best condition, littered in scratches and bruises. You spot a ditch and stop for a moment to think if you should try and hide or continue your escape.

"There's the imposter!" A knight calls out, pointing in your direction.

Shit, they've spotted you. There's no more time to think. Without a choice left, you jump into the ditch and pray for the best. You didn't care who you were praying to, even if it's those detestable archons.

All you needed to do is to continue to hope.

To wish that there would be some god out there that would listen to the wishes of someone like you. Whether it's the god that looks terrifyingly similar to you or Celestia, you didn't care.

The voices of the knights slowly start to fade, one by one, even the infamous Eula couldn't find you. Who knew you were such a competent hider?

Nevertheless, you couldn't let your guard down, you're not going to just jump out into the open just because you can't hear their voices, what if they ambush you the moment you exit your hiding spot?

You peek your head out, scanning your surroundings for any more of those despicable knights.

Taking a sigh of relief after confirming that all of the knights have taken their leave, you push yourself up and dust the dust off of your clothes.

"Who?"

The sound of another voice rang in your ears and scared the life out of you. Instinctively, you unsheathed a small blade that you were able to steal from the market.

"Razor?"

Your eyes widen in surprise in seeing him, lowering your blade and your guard along with it. You really doubt that Razor knows anything of the god that you're supposedly imitating.

"Grace? You smell... special."

Grace? Who's grace? Placing your hand on your chin, you dig through your memories and recollect a few unpleasant thoughts in the process. They called the god you're "copying" 'your grace'.

How do you know? Well...

'How could you imitate their grace?'

'Oh, your grace, your excellency, your imitator, guilty of mocking a divine one such as you deserves a fate worse than death.'

'You do not deserve forgiveness from their grace.'

You didn't have much of a happy relationship with the words grace and excellency.

Regardless of your feelings, you didn't like the idea of lying, or more specifically, you didn't want to be accused again in the future because of your actions.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not their grace."

Razor shakes his head, denying whatever you're saying, almost ignoring your words.

"You smell... special. Not like others."

After finishing his sentence, he grabs you by the wrist, eyes twinkling with determination, and pulls you deeper into the woods of Wolvendom.

You didn't plan on retracting your hands or arguing, Razor has an actual claymore with him. You doubt your puny blade could ever go against that.

Dragging you through the bushes, Razor leads you to the place the Wolf of the North Wind, Andrius, calls his home. As if on time, Andrius steps out to greet you and Razor.

"Your Excellency, you have arrived." The King of the North Wind lowers his head to your small figure in comparison.

You freak out, panicking and insisting that you're no god. The recollections of how much you struggled to beat Andrius on your first try when this reality was still a game return to your mind, causing you to start shivering.

"There's no need to test me like those other archons, your grace. I know of your authority just by glancing at you." The wolf softly chuckles in reply to your suddenly scrambling.

You turn your head back to Razor and he nods at you, giving you a knowing look. Your eyes shift back to Andrius, his eyes staring back at you.

Instead of pressure crushing and twisting your gut, it was this comfortable feeling, a feeling you would experience in the comfort of your home, in the presence of a loved one.

For the first time in weeks, you laughed. You could hardly contain yourself, clenching your stomach as you burst out laughing. You'd never thought the first people you'd feel comfortable around in this hellhole of reality after being pulled into this world would be a bunch of wolves and Razor.

You raise your hand up, your palm facing the wolf as the ends of your lips curve upward. Andrius gets the message you're trying to relay to him, he nods and pushes his paw against your hands, as if he was giving you a high-five.

#Wisteriawrites #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin