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— "THE PRINCESS TREATMENT." various

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend and the different ways he pampers and spoils you rotten ♡

⊹ [ cw ] — mentions of winter storms, prefect is implied to have bad living conditions, mild violence in the tweels parts, jade breaks someone's wrist, crowley slander, ace slander◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFFY! feminine reader! no gendered pronouns used, riddle uses his dorm position to spoil you, seeing trey driving is very hot, deuce biceps, leona and azul sugar daddy era, ruggie would rather freeze to death than have you be cold, jack carries you, jade and floyd will fight for you, rook makes you his muse and paints you, malleus renovates the entire diasomnia dorm for you, sebek carries your pink handbags◞

⊹ [ characters ] — riddle, trey, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, rook, malleus, sebek◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 4.9k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

—♰ RIDDLE

Princess treatment, Like—literally

Loathe is Riddle to admit—He can't deny the fact that being his lover meant you got special treatment. Prime example being your position at unbirthday parties. At the banquet table, just beside Riddle's designated throne, was your throne. Similar in style, it had a heart-shaped crest and golden frame; the only difference was that it was milky white rather than deep red. And despite his best efforts to downplay the favoritism shown to you, Riddle knows for a fact that he had the throne commissioned himself.

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"Come with me." The dorm leader says as he moves towards you, leading you towards your throne. He didn't fail to notice how your legs shook slightly as you walked alongside him or how your hands didn’t leave his coat once. Not that he minded.

The redhead clasped your hands in his as he sat you down onto the leather seat before adjusting the train of your dress to ensure that it wouldn't bother you.

"How are you fairing?" Riddle asked softly, kneeling before you to slip a leather-clad hand behind your knees. He set your feet up on a plush stool and slipped your pointed heels off, gently caressing your ankles. "I overheard you earlier, griping about your feet aching. I certainly hope you're not pushing yourself too hard."

"Ah, no. I just chose the wrong heels today. They're too pointy." You sighed, poking at your crimson red heels, which were discarded to the grassy sides. Groaning, you reclined back on your throne, the billowing, fluffy skirt of the dress Riddle had recently gifted tumbling all about you.

"I see." Riddle nodded in understanding, taking your hand and pressing a quick gentlemanly kiss on your wrists. "The croquet game is up next. I suppose you'd rather stay here?"

"Yeah, I think I need some alone time," you sigh. Riddle squeezes once more your hand in reply, letting his eyes shut in contemplation.

"Very well," He hums, moving to gently tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "Do rest here a while, rose."

There was a soft smile as the leather of his hands glide across your back. "Oh, and, please let a member of my dorm know if you ever need anything. Worry not. I've instructed everyone here to be at your beck and call."

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— ♰ TREY

Passenger princess treatment<3

Every weekend, it was routine for Trey to whisk you away from your beaten-up dorm. After all, he was sure it was nice to spend the day in a place where you weren't inhaling dust and spiders every second. Both of you would always go over to his parent's café in the city for a simple little brunch date. And without fail, Trey would always pick you up at 9am sharp by the school gates.

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"… I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

And I can't get enough of you, baby

Can you get enough of me?"

Soft music played from the car's radio as the third-year weaved through the barren intersections, careful and slow. It seems as if the roads were merciful to you both today, calm and free of any traffic.

Trey languidly reaches one of his hands, calloused from his years of baking, over to rest gently on your thigh. His thumb rubs soft circles and nonsensical patterns over your plump skin while the other gripped the steering wheel in a loose hold, biceps flexing as he twisted the wheel to turn the car.

Focused as he was, you didn't miss how his gaze flits back and forth between the road and you, the expression swimming within them almost akin to a distant longing.

You place your hand atop his and lean against the passenger door. A wide grin spreads over your glossy red lips as you shake your head playfully. "Keep your eyes on the road."

Mirthful laughter spills from your mouth before your eyes flutter shut as you sway along to the song, mindlessly kicking your legs around. "Crashing and going to the hospital doesn't really sound like a good date idea."

A pensive smile creeps up on Trey's face, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Yeah? I just can't help it. You're a much more interesting sight."

He watched as the sun's dazzling light bathed your image in a beautiful, pleasant glow. To him, you looked ethereal, seemingly glowing and shining under the golden streaks of sunlight that pour through the windshield.

"What did I just say?" you sighed, smiling cheekily as you smoothed a hand over his clover-colored hair, fixing the stray strands moved askew by the wind from the open windows. "Hello~? Wonderland to Trey? Eyes on the road?"

He paused for a while before chuckling, his hands splaying out on the steering wheel as he turned his gaze back front. "Right, right. I'll be careful, princess."

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— ♰ DEUCE

Carries your things for you and will not let you do any heavy lifting at all plus he buys you drinks!

Screw Crowley Dire. You were sick of Ramshackle's awful, scratchy furniture. For once, you wished you could sit on something that wasn't littered with dust bunnies or looked like it came straight from the depths of the underworld—no offense to Idia. And so, using the money you had painstakingly saved over the last six months, you decided to buy a cute, frilly sofa.

Problem was—you couldn't lift it at all. It was too wide and heavy for your poor untrained arms. Fortunately for you, your boyfriend was more than happy to help ^^

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"Um…Deuce? Are you sure you don't want me to work?" Perched atop the kitchen counters, you were worriedly staring down at him.

While he was preoccupied with lifting the couch, you were lazily sipping on a bubble tea—a drink which he bought for you himself. Humming, you let your gaze move from the soft line of his cheekbone, to the sharper cut of his jaw, before resting it onto the thick of his arms. " I don't mind helping, you know."

Deuce was standing by the door, arms tucked beneath the couch as he braced himself for lifting. "Yeah, I got this. Don't worry."

Now, why was he here, exactly? Well…First off, you didn't intend to call him at all.

In the middle of trying to haul your couch into Ramshackle's entrance, Deuce had appeared out of nowhere, offering his help. Despite your vehement denial, the stubborn boy wouldn't take no for an answer, and eventually forced you to sit down, shoving the bright, bubbly drink in your hand without saying a word.

So, here you were. Shamelessly ogling at him while he tried to find a way to bring the couch in.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt—Oh!" You gasped, hand flying up to cover your agape mouth when Deuce easily lifted it up as if it were made of air. In response to your expression of astonishment, he grinned and playfully flexed his arms. "See?"

While Deuce set the couch down in front of the TV, you slipped off the counters and strode over to him. Jumping into his embrace, you draped your arms around his shoulder and pressed a big kiss on his cheeks, watching in delight as his face exploded in pink. "You're so strong! Thank you so much!"

Deuce let a wobbly smile stretch across his burning cheeks, his hands slack atop your hips. "Y-Yeah! No problem."

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— ♰ LEONA

Sugar dad-I mean-financial help<3 + Hints at passenger princess treatment

Leona Kingscholar was not a romantic. Naturally, he has stayed to himself ever since he was little. This lion was not the kind to be sentimental, gooey, or emotional. So it is astonishing how quickly this stone-cold personality of his breaks down when he's around you.

Every little thing you do drives him into a lovesick frenzy, and he has no idea how to stop it. He wasn't particularly into grand displays of affection or romantic gestures. Ergo, in an effort to express his adoration, he turns to more…costly methods.

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"Tell me what you want." Leona demands, tone serious as he wraps a rough yet protective arm around your hips. Both of you were standing smack dab in the middle of a large shopping mall. Though the more you stood here, the more you began to realize that this place wasn't really your…ordinary mall.

First and foremost, when Leona pulled up, there was private parking, and that was already intimidating to you in and of itself. Second, it seems like every single store in here was a luxury brand. You've seen a couple of these logos plastered onto the tags of Vil's or Jade and Floyd's clothes.

As a matter of fact, you were pretty sure their plastic bags cost more than your entire yearly allowance combined.

"Ah, um…" A nervous sweat built up on your brow as you fished your wallet out, peering into what little funds you had. "Leona, honey—I just needed to get some school supplies…Is there a different mall we can go to?" You sheepishly smiled up at him. "I don't think I can afford to get anything here."

Silence immediately follows as Leona stares at you with a dumbfounded look. Blinking bluntly, he scoffs. "Who said you were paying?"

"Hu-Huh?" You stammered, fiddling with your wallet. The lion's eyes were ripped wide open in shock, as if the mere thought of you spending your own money on your own things was a criminal act. Something so ludicrous that even a person with his deceptive persona finds it distasteful.

"Ain't it obvious already? I'm paying," Leona huffs, dragging you to a nearby jewelry shop. Behind the glass were displays of glittering pearls and jewels, each of which had delicate and intricate carvings. "And we're gettin' more than stationary."

"But-!" You start, only to get interrupted as his calloused hand clamps over your mouth.

"No buts."

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— ♰ RUGGIE

Giving you his coat when you're cold and just being sickeningly sweet<3

Ruggie was used to working for others, and this habit of his pours over to you. Though it wouldn't take long for people to notice that his acts of labor was…different with you.

For others, Ruggie works because there's an exchange, a benefit, or a payment for him. For you, however, he does things with no motive in mind. He would never ask for more because he genuinely didn't need anything more, and if he ever did, a simple kiss or hug from you would be plenty.

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It was a frigid winter day and both of you were walking to school together, a routine you both developed over the past few months. As you followed him through the deep snowfall, the cold wind nipped and bit at your skin, making you shudder. Despite the struggle, you push on, the rough pads of your boots dragging along the thick blankets of snow.

Unfortunately for you, the flimsy cardigan you bought at Sam's did nothing to keep your body safe from the cruel winter.

While Ruggie's oversized warm coat helps kept him sufficiently warmed up, you, on the other hand, are struggling. You know you should have gotten a thicker coat, but this was all you could afford last minute.

Ever so caring, your boyfriend is quick to notice this and turns back around, trudging through the snow to meet you.

"C'mere," Ruggie drags you into his embrace and starts to slowly inch the coat off his shoulders. With your form now pushed against his body, he takes the chance to press a soft kiss against your cheeks. At the exchange of affection, both of you erupt in soft giggles, lovesick grins stretched across your lips.

The moment feels intimate, loving, and safe.

"Here ya' go." Suddenly he's engulfing you in his thick cloak and zipping it up. Protesting, you try to give it back, but all he does is snicker and shake his head. He peppers warm kisses on the side of your bare frostbitten neck, relishing in the giggles that spill from your lips. "Keep it. I can handle the cold. I'm used to it but I can't have you freezin' out here, now can I?"

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— ♰ JACK

Carries you when your feet start to hurt, tee hee

Jack was strong and well-disciplined. He's worked hard and trained himself to peak physical condition, yet even then, he's continually seeking to improve himself even more. He's tried it all: fitness routines, weight lifting, and sports. And it pays off.

His strength has proven useful in a variety of circumstances. from physical education classes, sporting events, marathons, and, strangely enough, carrying you when your heels begin to hurt your feet.

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Jack looks around the booths as he takes your hands in his, pulling you along the festival crowds, "Hm. I think the takoyaki stand is around here. You were craving that earlier, right?" If it weren't for the intense dull ache at the bottom of your ankles, you would have been delighted to hear about the delectable octopus snack.

Instead, you hissed and pulled on the beastman's hand, halting to a stop, unable to take the torture of your heels any longer. "Jack, hold on a second."

Groaning, you slouch down on a nearby bench and kick off your heels, scowling at the dull throb that's pressing itself against the back of your foot. Jack quickly knelt down by your side, ears alert and tail swishing.

"What's wrong?" He questions as he drags your legs over to rest on top of his firm thighs. "Do your feet hurt?"

"Yeah," you sigh. "I kinda regret putting on heels at a festival like this…I didn't realize it would hurt so bad. I just wanted to look cute."

The wolf ponders for a moment before swiftly turning around, presenting his back to you, "Get on."

"Eh?" You blinked, tilting your head to the side. Jack looks away, keeping his head tilted to the ground as a dark flush swept over his skin. "I'll carry you…I-If your feet hurt, I won't mind carrying you."

"Oh!" Smiling, you slip onto his back and wrap your arms snug around his neck. Jack clutches your heels in one hand while the other grasps onto your thigh. The beastman easily stands up, supporting both his and your weight as he heads towards the food stands.

"Who knew you were such a softie, Jack! Hehe." You tease, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. The beastman flushed even more, avoiding your gaze at all cost.

"Tch. I-I don't go around doing this for anyone."

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— ♰ AZUL

Sugar dad-I mean-financial help<3 #2

Azul lived to spoil you.

For you, the octo-mer gleefully buys mountains of clothing. Your entire wardrobe has been thoughtfully planned by him (and often rapidly purchased, Floyd is always the victim to his 12am shopping whims).

Other than clothing, he's also quite fond of jewelry. He clasps pure pearls to your ears, drapes diamonds over your neck, and slips rings onto your fingers. It would be the highlight of Azul's day to see the items he had purchased for you proudly displayed for all the students on campus to see.

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"Shall we?" he asks softly as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up from your chair. The smooth white silk of your dress cascades off the plush leather seat, draping down to your ankles. Azul swiftly guides you away from the lounge, signaling at both Floyd and Jade in the corner to clean up before turning his attention back to you, once more. "I hope the food was to your liking, angelfish?"

"Oh, it was," you confirm, a smile playing on your lips. Leaning up, you press a warm kiss against his lips, one which he returns. "Thank you for the wonderful night, Azul! The dress as well. It looks beautiful."

"Why, of course." The octo-mer hums, running his hand up your back. As he slips both of you into his room, he shuts the door with his foot and guides you to his vanity. "Though I do have one last gift."

"Another?" You chuckle, "Don't you think you spoil me too much? I don't want it to seem like I'm leeching off of you…"

"No, you could never," Azul says as he motions you to a seat near the table of his vanity. The octo-mer reaches over and opens a drawer, revealing a nice velvet box.

As the box is opened, a gorgeous sea-glass necklace with a stunning silver-coral colour is exhibited to you. It sat prettily atop a white plush pillow, winking at you. Azul deftly runs a hand up your neck to pull your hair back and your lips parts in a "o" when he clasps it on.

"Azul," you breathlessly murmur. "I can't possibly—This must have cost a fortune."

"It's for you," Azul smiles. "Only for you."

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— ♰ JADE

You have scary eel privileges'

It was not uncommon for Jade to come knocking at your door in opportune times of the night to accompany you out for a walk. You mentioned once how you loved stargazing and Jade hasn't let that go since. For he too had always carried a fondness for the night, more specifically, the moon.

It was constant, a repetitive lustrous cycle, and despite his thrill seeking nature, he took comfort in its consistency. Walks with you were the highlight of his week, and he certainly does not take interruptions from pesky little bugs lightly.

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The night sky above Ramshackle was littered with painted specs of sparkling stars, burning brightly amidst the gradients of blue and black. Jade had a firm hand situated by the small of your back, gently guiding you along the dirt path of the trail.

"It's so beautiful…" You murmur in astonishment, craning your head up to peer up at the canvas of stars. Chuckling, Jade tugs you in closer to slip his large jacket over your shoulders. "I'm glad you like it, pearl. I do hope it's not too cold?"

"Not at all."

Both of you continue along your hike, going deeper and deeper into the thick, dense forest. As you trudged on, a bundle of wild mushrooms caught your eye and you halted to a stop, recognizing the patterns and spots on the fungi in a book Jade had once shown you.

"Wait here a moment. I just saw those mushrooms you wanted so bad. I'll go get it!" Before Jade could even reply, you were already off, sneaking past tall bushes and prickly trees.

Just as you were about to pick your first mushroom, a low growl interrupts you. Freezing, your eyes dart upward to see a Savanaclaw student towering over your form.

He did not seem happy.

"Oya? You're that Ramshackle punk, aren't you?…I have to say, Leona let you off real easy after that little spy mission you did in our dorm." He sneers, rolling the joints of his shoulders and moving closer, backing you up against a tree. "That's all good with me…Cuz' If he won't do something bout' it, then I will."

Suddenly, he was drawing his fist back, aiming for you. The sudden shift happened so quickly that all you could do was flinch and hunch over, preparing yourself for a hit.

Only for it to never come.

"My, my," a familiar voice muses. Breath hitching in your throat, you peek up and see Jade looming behind the boy. The eel's hand was coiled tight around the beastman's wrist, clasping tighter and tighter until there was a sickening snap.

"How foolish of you to think I would allow that."

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— ♰ FLOYD

You have scary eel privileges' #2

Floyd was a lot softer and caring than a lot of people would give him credit for. That or he just gives you special treatment. After all, the big bad eel found you endearing. You were his one and only beloved little shrimpy.

You were the one who stood by him even when others dismissed him as strange or frightful because you loved and adored him wholeheartedly. So, he can't help but be protective of you.

Nothing will ever hurt you so long as he's by your side.

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"Shrimpy? What're you doing here?"

Sniffles and cries wreck your chest as you curled up on Floyd's bed, clutching his shrimp plush tight in your arms. Said eel was standing by the door, a look of shock plastered onto his features before it turned ice-cold as he approached your weeping form.

"My poor shrimpy…" Floyd rasps, tugging off his gloves to cup your wet cheeks with his big hands. "What's wrong with my shrimpy? Did someone do this? I'll squeeze 'em if they did."

The eel crawls into bed with you, tugging the plush out of your arms and slipping himself into your embrace. Soft warm kisses are peppered on your wet cheeks as Floyd coos at you.

Sobbing, you raise a hand to furiously wipe at your eyes before exclaiming, "It's Grim again! Why does he have to be so difficult?! I worked so hard for my alchemy exam, but it seems like he doesn't care! He's brought our grades down again!"

"It's that cat of yours again, huh?" Floyd clicked his tongue, thumb pressing against the corner of your teary eyes. He pressed a warm palm to your cheek, examining your face with close inspection as he slowly reached for your hand and set it down atop his beating heart. "No worries. Just let it all out, shrimpy. I'll have a talk with the baby seal later hehe~"

You sniffed and brushed his comments aside as you pulled away from the embrace, an action which made him pout. "…I'm not sure he'd even listen. Grim is as stubborn as a rock."

"We'll see about that, shrimpy." Floyd scoffs, a frown on his face clearly visible as he pulls you closer once more.

"Yanno, I'm pretty good at alchemy myself." Floyd chirps, a dark grin slowly stretching across his cheeks. "I'm sure the baby seal won't mind having a private tutor session with good ol' me."

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— ♰ ROOK

This man WORSHIPS the ground you walk on.

As they say, "Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter. If you're lucky enough to be an artist's muse, they will immortalize you." Such a muse you were to Rook.

Though it would take quite a lot of coaxing before he could have the pleasure of having you as his muse, at the rare moments you did agree—Rook did his utmost best to do you justice on the canvas.

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Portraiture looked into the life of the subject, revealed what was hidden deep inside, and examined it. With his hunter-like manner, Rook was all too acquainted with this study.

"A-Am I doing this right?" You murmur, trying your best not to move around as you held a bouquet of daisies up to your chest. There was a cream-tinted dress draped across your body as you reclined against the backdrop Rook had set up.

"Oui. Such beauty in your gaze, trickster. Angels lurk behind your eyes." The hunter flirts, resolute gazed locked onto your flustered ones as he drags his brush against the palette. There was an experiment with the hues for a time before he blended a few other colors.

"I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to do this." As he'd found the color he wanted, Rook turned back to you. He took careful note of every nuance and detail of your glowing visage and committed as much as he could to memory. Rook knew he’d have to make your portrait perfect. He simply couldn’t allow for anything else.

"You're very persistent," you huff with a small smile on your face. "I had to cave in eventually, huh?"

"But, of course!" Rook cheekily grins, turning his attention back to the canvas. "I can't let a chance like this pass me by."

Time passed and layers upon layers of color came together to form the picture he sought after. Out to the right, spread across a lush sofa, was your incandescent form. And he surely didn't hold back on the details. The creases in the fabric, the curve of your smile, and the contours of the plush pillows scattered on either side of the plush crimson sofa all draw the eye.

It was a large painting that he had boldly placed in Pomefiore's living room, much to Vil's chagrin. Try as he might, the dormleader couldn't get the hunter to remove it at all.

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— ♰ MALLEUS

Princess treatment? pff. That's cute. No, it's queen treatment to him.

You had a bad tendency of rambling on about whatever that came to mind, often without realising that another person was in the same room as you. Even if you initially didn't mind this little quirk of yours, recent events have made you realise that you should probably curb your mouth-running.

Even more so considering that your partner, caring as he was, had a tendency to be quite…impulsive. Especially when it comes to matters concerning your comfort and well-being.

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Malleus was flipping through a catalogue of colour samples and scrutinizing each texture with careful judgment. Slipping the page into your hands, he murmurs, "This is all rather lovely. Perhaps a dark crimson will suffice. Or would you like this wine red dye, my dear?" The dragon looked at you, patiently awaiting your response.

Only for there to be none.

You stood awkwardly at his side, your cheeks flaming up with shame. Tugging at his coat, you rose up on your tiptoes and whispered quietly, "Tsunotaro…when I whined about it being cold, I didn't mean for you to go this far."

"Oh?" He quirks a brow up, "Do you not like these colors?"

"Mal," you utter gently, handing the catalogue back to him. "I don't really think we need to—"

"Young Master. If I may," Sebek interrupts, voice raising to a strained high squeak, "Please do tell. Why are we replacing every.single marble floor in the dorm…with carpet?"

Malleus draws you in his arms, all while ignoring the enraged stare painted on Sebek's face. "My darling's feet become frigid cold when they walk along the marble flooring. I think it's due time for it to get redone," he says while running his hands tenderly up your back and gazing at you with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Sebek blinks, a strained smile sneaking up on his cheeks, "Well. I'm sure they can use slippers—"

"Nonsense." Malleus snarls, eyes flashing a luminous green. "How dare you even think of subjecting them to such a ludicrous act. Hmph. Using…slippers—How preposterous."

"No. I think my way is much better." Shaking his head, Malleus turns back to the catalogue—paying no mind to the grief-stricken look on his retainer's face. "Now dearest, do you think burgundy would look good in the kitchen?"

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—♰ SEBEK

Carries your sparkly pink purses for you, slay king<3

Sebek was not a fool. The fae was well aware he could be a bit…much at times. And even if he doesn't express it, he really values your nearly infinite patience with him.

The boy was awkward at affection, and this is especially highlighted when it comes to anything involving romantic gestures. Even though your snappy crocodile was hard-headed and stubborn at times, he still showed you how much he cared in his own little ways. Even if it were something as simple as carrying your sparkly pink bag around the campus.

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"You ought to have known better than to jest so lightly about Diasomnia that way!" Sebek barks out, a leather-clad finger digging deep into Ace's chest. However, as opposed to being upset as Sebek had anticipated, the ginger chortles, muffled giggles sneaking past his clamped up lips.

"Sebek, buddy." Ace wheezes out, shoulders shaking from the strain of his suppressed laughter. "It's kinda hard to take you seriously…wh-when you have that."

The Heartslabyul runt gestures towards your designer purse, which was snugly resting against Sebek's bicep, slung over his shoulder.

It was quite the eye-catcher. The sparkling pink diamonds of its handle twinkled a bright brilliant white, so bright in fact that it was almost blinding.

Epel takes notice of the logo and crocodile keychain attached to it and he perks up.

"Oh, it's one of those girly-lookin' designer bags Vil is always yappin' about," Epel points out, squinting his eyes to get a better look at it. "Ain't that the prefect's bag?"

Unfazed by Ace's mocking, Sebek scoffs arrogantly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Indeed, it is. As a knight-in-training, it is only right for me to possess the quality of a gentleman. Chivalrous acts like this are nothing to be ashamed of." He abruptly snapped his head over to glower at Ace, who was sitting rather comfortably in the cafeteria bench, crossing one leg over the over as he met Sebek's irritated stare. "Not that I anticipate someone like you to ever have experience with it.."

Sebek then rose from the table and strode boldly in the direction of your classroom, the pink bag swinging with each heavy step he took. Epel was leaning over the table, placing a shaky hand on Ace's shoulder as loud laughter racked through his body.

"Darn' right," Epel cackles, wiping the tears away from his eyes before turning to the ginger. "Nice ta' see someone still has sum chivalry…Unlike you, Ace."

The ginger visibly deflates, rolling his eyes as he mutters, "Yeah, yeah. We get it. He's down bad."

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redr0sewrites · 3 months

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I’m not sure if you take Helluva Boss requests, I know you take Hazbin hotel ones (I LOVE your Hazbin content, your writing is so ✨), if you do, could you make some Yandere Mammon headcanons? Tysm and I hope you have a wonderful day!

IVE NEVER WRITTEN FOR MAMMON NOR ANY YANDERE CHARACTERS BEFORE SO THIS WAS DEF A CHALLENGE, HOPE U ENJOY!!!

🥀Cw: yandere behavior, possessiveness, bribing, overall toxicity

mammon is the literal embodiment of greed and selfishness, and once he sets his sights on you, mammon wants you all to himself

hes the type to start off charming, sickeningly so, until his behavior slowly begins to become more corrupted and controlling

hes all about spoiling you, but not in a good way, he wants you to feel indebted to him

at first you marvel at all of the lavish gifts he gives you, but over time they become suffocating

he pretty much ignores your boundaries, mammon genuinely thinks he knows whats best for you

mammon does not take no for an answer, he pushes and pushes and pushes at your boundaries but turns around and makes you look crazy for snapping at such a silly thing! why would you ever get mad at him, especially when he spoils you rotten and treats you so well? (manipulation level 100)

absolutely the jealous type, at first he plays it off that he just "doesn't want to lose you" or "is worried about your wellbeing", but soon hes restricting you from your friends and family, making himself the sole focus of your attention

mammon highkey gets pissy when you aren't paying attention to him, and will try to coax you into paying more attention either through bribes or being ridiculously needy all of a sudden

he wants you to be his and only his at any given moment, and will even get mad or jealous of inanimate objects that hold your attention

he'd confiscate your phone or any social media you may have, he just can't have his precious jewel looking at other people, can he?

the more you begin to wither away and crumble under his control, the more overzealous he becomes

mammon can't understand why you aren't happy, how could you be so ungrateful? in his twisted mind, you're the one who doesn't deserve HIM

he'll make sexist, disgusting comments around you and will mock your discomfort. at first you think hes joking until you realize, no, hes quite serious

regardless of gender, mammon wants you to be his little house pet, always at his beck and call with dinner on the table and a pretty little outfit on

tears? anger? no, he can't have that. in fact, he'll try to pay you to shut up! mammon will give you gifts in the hope of getting you to quiet down, but its no use. no matter how fed up you get, he never listens. he might as well just lock you in your room if you aren't going to stop talking.... so, he does

if you ever try to leave him, be prepared for one hell of a break down

mammon will pull every abusive trick in the book- from gaslighting, to fake tears, to anger and outrage, he is desperate for you to stay, even if only to watch you crumble even more

if you ever manage to "leave", know that you probably won't be truly alone for at least a while. mammon has eyes everywhere, and for as long as he's concerned, youre his and his alone

hes def a perv too, but those r hcs for another time😇

HELPP IVE NEVER WRITTEN ANY YANDERE CONTENT BEFORE SO IM SORRY IF THIS IS ASS- IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN FOR MAMMON SO I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE HES SUCH A SHITHEAD (affectionate <3) i might make a nsfw pt 2 if anyone wants me too- anyways hope yall enjoyed!!!

#helluva boss #helluva boss mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #helluva boss mammon x reader #mammon x reader helluva boss #mammon helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x y/n #yandere #tw yandere #yandere!mammon #yandere mammon #yandere helluva boss

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gimme-noodles-please · 6 months

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If you're still taking requests for Lovebrush fics and hcs could you write about the first date which each of the LIs? It can be short and all the details are up to you!

First Date Headcannons

characters x gn! reader

—— characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael

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Ayn

he would definitely take you to cafe-hopping! we all know how much he loves sweets heh

at first when he asks you out, he asked where you would like to go. he would go with whatever you suggest!

however if you are unable to decide he would suggest to go cafe-hopping :3

being the gentlemen he is, he would pay for everything

he does not really initiate any physical contact, the most he would go is reach for your hand as you both walk down the pathway, only to retract his hand and stuff them in his pocket if you didn’t notice. (he likes to hold your hand 🥺)

“Hmm, the chocolate cake looks delicious. And so does the cheesecake. Oh? You want to try both? Sounds good to me”

Alkaid

he lets you make the decision! however if you can’t decide, he would take you to his favourite hill to stargaze and of course a picnic with food he made himself personally!

there are sandwiches, cupcakes and blended fruit juices, just for you! he’s got everything prepared for a perfect date

it is cute how he seems so contented talking about the constellations you both see while talking about the stories behind it

at the end of the day he would escort you back to your home, hesitantly leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as his soft voice bids you goodnight

“Whenever i look into your eyes, I see the whole universe of stars. It’s beautiful, just like you”

Lars

amusement park. he would immediately suggest to go to the amusement park. there isn’t one on the island? no worries, he got his yacht and helicopter at his beck and call. are you worried about the ticket price? don’t worry, he’s got everything covered, just relax and enjoy

he would take your hand in his with no hesitation as he leads you to one ride after the other, resembling an excited puppy going out to play

he likes to go on more thrilling rides but would go on whichever you would like to too! he would prefer to be with you at all times. if you are too scared to ride any thrilling rides, he would not force you, though that does not mean he won’t tease you a litte

he spoils you a lot. if he notices your eyes lingering a little too long on something, like example a huge cotton candy. he would buy one for you despite your protests

“Oh come on, is my little painter scared of a rollercoaster like this~? It’s okay, if you are scared, you can grab onto my arm, I will always be by your side.”

Clarence

he would love to go to the cat cafe! he loves cats and he doesn’t wish to go with something typical like the movies or a fancy restaurant. plus he doubts you would like to go fishing with him.

he is very gentle and respectful throughout the date. like offering his hand when you are walking down the stairs with no railing to hold on to

you might be surprised by how natural clarence is with cats. cats love him for some reason. he teaches you the basics of cat behaviour, how to pet a cat properly and most importantly, asking the cat for permission before patting it

overall it is the chill happi vibes hehe. (he was worried that the date would be too boring for you)

he would definitely buy something for you, like perhaps a matching set of merchandise from the cafe as memory of this day

“I had a great time today, any time spent with you is enjoyable. What about you?”

Cael

dude literally knows you so well considering he was with you throughout your teen years. at some point in time there is an instance when you mentioned to him about your ideal first date

he doesn’t tell you the location and just asked you to prepare, when you asked where you’d be going, he would mysteriously smile and shake his head, saying it is a surprise

you are taken by surprise just how well prepared the date was (he would literally do anything just to make you happy, no matter the cost or methods needed to achieve it. i mean, ‼️SPOILER ALERT‼️ he literally built a cinema before with futuristic technology to show a possible future you might have, there is nothing this man can’t do)

you could tell he was nervous, after all he has never been on a date with someone. the only experience he has is hearing stories from your mom when she was still alive and possibly fangirling about your father

aside from his well-concealed nervousness that only you were able to observe from his slight change in his normally serene expression, you would’ve thought that he had some sort of experience with this considering how flawless and smooth the entire date went.

“My greatest happiness is seeing you happy, seeing you smile makes all my efforts worth it.”

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cod-z · 2 months

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[NSFW 18+] GB!141 Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): GB!141 (+LV) x Reader

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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GB!Simon—Who would you have on a leash for disobeying off and on orders from her because she’s all about control, your orgasms are her orgasms. 100% you’re a pillow princess, no questions asked, but unfortunately it FEELS like torment. The way she would have you cum at least 3 times on her fingers before she even THINKS about fucking you with a dildo / strap-on. There might be even DAYS where she leaves you whining like a fucking bitch because she says so. Only time she’ll fix it is if you’re on your knees, crawling and begging her to fucking do you like the damn whore you need to be—

GB!Price—Who is more merciful than GB!Simon but would make you work extra hard for your orgasms, won’t do the work all on her own, you gotta grind on her FUCKING THIGHS— Cover it cum or your slick! Show this woman that you’re a good fucking girl/guy for her because she needs this power over you. 😩 Like Mommy Price? Please dominate me, tell me what to do! You need to be an empty headed soldier who can’t do shit without being commanded by her. Grind her boots, grind her thighs, use her to tongue how you want it but fuck- it’s not enough. You need HER to move the way she wants it to, how you NEED her to.

GB!Johnny—Who HEADLOCKS you into submission, will use dildos, strap-ons any toy she could get her hands on, 100% will treat you like a fucking mutt, it’s YOUR turn to be the mutt. Will praise you 100% but with degrading words. “Such a slut, but a good slut for me, yeah?” Has stamina for days! Will 👏 keep 👏 you 👏 in 👏 place 👏 FOR HOURS— till you can’t take it anymore. Till you’re brain fucked into tomorrow! Doesn’t matter how much you beg to stop, she’ll keep going to there’s a fucking puddle on the bed. Did I forget to mention she’ll fuck you anywhere and anytime? Price’s desk? Sure. Simon’s bed? He ain’t there. In the heli waiting for the others? Fuck yeah.

GB!Kyle—Who fucking teases you until the end, will edge you till you’re begging for her fingers, her mouth, her toys. 👏 She 👏 will 👏 edge 👏 you 👏 Change my fucking mind. She is unhinged the moment you bring her to your bed or vice versa. Like GB!Simon, you are the pillow princess but you won’t fucking cum till she says so because she wants to appreciate your beautiful body! She fucking loves it when you moan out her name, begging and crying for her to let you have your orgasm after being edged for an hour! You’re about to go crazy. Did I forget to mention she’ll even leave you for a bit just to un-horny you then once you’re down she’ll fucking make you horny again? SO EVIL— but she’ll let you cum once she makes sure her name is the only thing in your mind before fucking you good and proper 😩🤌

GB!Alejandro—who treats you like a goddess, beck and call on good days, appreciates and caresses your body behind closed doors and loves to hear you whimper her name. Call her mi alma, she’s on her knees eating you out no questions asked, she’ll let you come whenever and however you want. She’ll fucking spoil you because you are her world, she can’t say no to a pretty thing like you.

…On her bad down days? She is grinding on you like you’re fucking dancing on the dance floor, though you have no clothes on and she’s practically overstimulating you, degrading you with both spanish and english words, doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. YOU know that she’s saying something so filthy it has you creaming on her tongue, the single dildo she bought for you that just stretches you out and hits the deepest spot because she loves to spoil her little whore too 😳 She’s not letting you off that bed because she needs you, she owns you right now and to damn hell she’s not gonna let you go. Not until your hair is a mess, your legs shaking, you breathing quaking, unable to comprehend words of affection in the aftermath 🫢🔥

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sleepless-translation · 2 years

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Phantom Troupe Drama CD English Translation-Track 13

CD : HUNTER×HUNTER～Next Episode Scene 3 幻影旅団 (Link)

Track 13 さらわれた団長 "The kidnapped Leader" starts at 47.15.

Disclaimer:

This is a fun bonus content from the 1999 anime that I decided to translate because I want others to enjoy it too (´꒳`)♡ Do note that some of the characters might act in an unusual comedic manner.

Summary:

This scene takes place at the Beitacle hotel after Chrollo got kidnapped by Kurapika. The troupe members decided to talk about their boss's bad habit. Killua and Gon are supposed to be listening to the whole thing too (which makes it funnier).

[Nobunaga] Boss…!

[Machi] This is because you’re..dense.

[Shizuku] That’s right. Boss is unexpectedly dense.

[Pakunoda] Yeah. If I don't bring it to him, he'll definitely miss out on his meals.

[Kortopi] He’s also greedy.

[Machi] Rather than greedy, he’s kind of possessive, isn’t he? That time I accidentally ate his pudding. After that, for two or three days, every time he saw me he said "pudding… my pudding…"

[Shizuku] Ah! The same thing happened to me too.

[Machi] Such a mild stalker, that guy.

[Pakunoda] But that part of him is cute.

[Nobunaga] That’s because you coddle him all the time, Paku. He’s always gonna be like that.

[Kortopi] Discipline is important.

[Pakunoda] Discipline..? He’s not a dog.

[Machi] If he were a dog, he would just come back on his own.

[Shizuku] Way better than boss, huh.

[Pakunoda] No way… Boss doesn’t need to be taken out for walks, nor does he wet himself.

[Nobunaga] Paku, you’re not making him look any better.

[Kortopi] More like dragging him through the mud.

[Shizuku] Ah! They’re here!

[Phinks] Explain the situation.

[Shizuku] In my case, it was almond jelly.

[Phinks] Huh?

[Feitan] What talk about?

[Machi] We’re talking about Paku coddling the boss too much, which makes him become more like a possessive stalker.

[Shalnark] I'm having trouble following all this.

[Nobunaga] In short, it's about how Boss sulks when Machi accidentally ate his pudding, and when Shizuku accidentally ate his almond jelly.

[Feitan] Straight up.

[Phinks] I get what you guys are saying. Back then, I had eaten his Azuki bar, then he stood by my bedside for three days and three nights.

[Machi] You too, Phinks?!

[Shizuku] I see that you have also been victimized by his unexpected side!

[Phinks] Why is the LEADER of the Phantom Troupe that upset over an ice cream in the first place? While he has us at his beck and call at all times.

[Shalnark] Well, that can’t be helped since we're his subordinates, but over an ice cream..? That’s kinda petty.

[Phinks] I know right?

[Pakunoda] Well, Boss is a person who likes ice cream!

[Kortopi] Pudding and Jelly-

[Pakunoda] Those too.

[Machi] That’s why I call him spoiled.

[Nobunaga] He cherry-picks the good stuff after al.

[Feitan] That, I understand. Boss the type to order from the secret menu at a sushi restaurant.

[Shalnark] Now that you mention it, he never eats the crust of a bread, right?

[Machi] That time, he ate only about five centimeters of the middle of a watermelon that had been split in half.

[Kortopi] Who only eats the strawberries on a shortcake?

[Shizuku] Ah. One time he snatched my food that I left out to eat last.

[Pakunoda] That also happened to me…

[Phinks] Not to mention he only ate the burnt rice of a stone-grilled bibimbap.

[Machi] Jeez. Our Boss is really hopeless, huh.

...

[Chrollo] I have no value as a hostage.

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TL Notes & Commentary:

I've seen some people say "Chrollo eats pudding like a pig" which is half true. Kortopi called him 意地汚い, meaning "greedy, gluttonous, and piggy-like." More on how he hogs his food, less on how he eats it.

The almond jelly is 杏仁豆腐. A jellied dessert made of apricot kernel milk, agar, and sugar.

Machi actually says 粘着質ストーカ. 粘着 literally means “sticky”, so he’s really clingy and persistent. I think Machi is so done with danchou, hence the choice of words.

Azuki Bar

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cybersp4c3 · 1 year

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I spoil you too much smh

Kinda (?) yandere scara x childhood friend reader

Reader and scara doing the classic “I promise to marry you when we grow up!!” Trope but scara sticks to it too literally- his first kiss? Saved for you. His first time? He saved his pussy for you… sorry his ass was already used (got too horny thinking abt you and slept with someone) Imagine scara threatening any girlfriend or crush has currently: New girlfriend? Constantly sticks to reader like crazy- never giving the couple space to even breath, straight up trying to seduce the reader like sitting on his lap and acting needy 24/7 until the poor girl breaks up with reader lmao❤️ reader has a new crush? Scara pulls the “Oh so I’m not enough anymore…?” Card with puppy eyes filled to tears and pouty cheeks and brings reader’s hand to his (flat ass) boob claiming he can be everything reader wants so just accept him already!! Plot twist is reader knows exactly what scara is tryna pull every time but goes along with it <3 after all his soon-to-be wife is so cute trying to demand his affection. MUHAHAHA READER IS ALSO SECRETLY A YANDERE , the guy scara slept with? Dealt with him immediately after scara left . Creeps bothering scara? Wiped from the face from the fucking earth lmao 😜 reader finally accepts scara’s confession after like what his 300th attempt? (Reader rejects scara by just kissing him to shut him up and a deadass “no.”) cue scara and reader fucking for the first time- scara passed out after the 5th round whilst reader just continued to use him as a cumdump lmfao . Yknow the drill with my fics- they get married yadayadayada (im sorry i love wife-ing scara too much but i should write one wear reader straight up dips after getting scara pregnant) scara now lives life as a loving housewife at his husband beck and call and as his personal fuck toy 💘 happy valentines day

- 🍰 the scara wifer

You really do spoil me too much. Not that I’m complaining tho😋😋

Scara always begged for your dick and tried to seduce you but you always rejected him because you loved watching him cry

Now that he’s your wife you can control him even easier now!

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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[Corrupted Anon] Just for you love, omg I’m thinking this is bad now-

GB!Alejandro—who treats you like a goddess, beck and call on good days, appreciates and caresses your body behind close doors and loves to hear you whimper her name. Call her mi alma, she’s on her knees eating you out no questions asked, she’ll let you come whenever and however you want. She’ll fucking spoil you because you are her world, she can’t say no to a pretty thing like you.

THE SPEED AT WHICH YOU SEND ME THESE (IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN *I* POST 3 CHAPTERS OF IT'S A MATCH IN A ROW?????)

CORRUPTED PLEASE

FUCK MY MARRIAGE WITH 🗞️AND🔪

YOU-

I-

#asks #just corrupted anon #pegging is a topic i need a tag for now #genderbent!141

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 24. brb x oc

a/n: Im trying.......to calm down.....because of future chapters. I SWEAR I AM OKAY. BUT NEXT ONE WILL BE NICE OK? OK

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: rooster is whipped (shocker), bea has really good friends, mention of e r i c

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He was spoiled.

That’s what it was, he was definitely spoiled. Because the only way that Lt.Bradley Bradshaw managed to sleep the very first night away from his wife was holding the little scent pouch in his hand and keeping it close to his nose, and honestly he slept so good he woke up invigorated the very next day.

He kept the little pouch inside his bag mostly, only taking it out when he was going to sleep. If Fanboy saw anything he didn’t voice it, if he did voice it thought it wasn’t to Rooster. The first few days were fine, the pouch she sent with him was more than enough to help him sleep but he felt the little worm inside of him, the one that often craved for Beatrice’s affection gnaw at his heart every once in a while.

And he put on a brave face, he clenched his jaw tight and remembered that he was going to see her again, soon, in four months and all he had to do was be careful at what he does. That’s all that was.

Phoenix, who honestly needed a new hobby instead of giving him the amused looks by the corner of her eye, appeared by his side when they were all having lunch like a ninja without a smoke bomb. Rooster slowed his chewing, then turned his head to where the female pilot was, “What?” he questions, then repeats it when she just smiles more at him.

“Say,Rooster,” she drapes her arm over his shoulders when she sits down next to him, “There’s a bet going on.”

“Okay?”

“About you and Bea-”

“Jesus Christ.”

Phoenix laughs with a toss of her head, “No,no, hear me out, hear me out, we are all thinking how you are going to react during the week you’ll be able to talk to Beatrice.” she explains, “Half of us think you’ll be snappy and grumpy but others think you’ll be just too anxious to do so and will pace around like a mother hen circling her nest.”

Rooster’s unimpressed stare didn’t help the situation and he just shoved the spoonful inside his mouth instead of replying, which makes Phoenix tsk, “Come on, don’t you want to add in your bet?”

“You guys always bet on us-”

“We actually bet mainly on you.”

He narrows his eyes at his friend, who just shrugs innocently with the same know it all smile, “Listen, maybe I won’t have any of those reactions.” he says, “Maybe that’s not going to happen, maybe you guys won’t even see me before I talk to Bea.”

Phoenix blinks twice, “Uh-huh,” she says clearly not believing him, “Because you managed to do that before, didn’t you?”

The constant teasing from his friends ever since he demonstrated interest in Beatrice never stopped, in fact it got worse when he started dating her and even more when they got married. He understood it was all in good fun, but there were others with relationships in the squad like Jake and Bob and they never teased them about it.

But he knew if he asked they’d just say it was because Rooster wore his heart on a sleeve every time Beatrice was mentioned.

“Anyway, how’s been going since you are here mister married man?”

“I’m fine.” he misses Beatrice a lot but it’s doable, but Phoenix doesn’t need to know that, “Could be worse.” but the feeling of something happening comes up every now and again, he doesn’t know what it was, he can’t pinpoint if it’s something good or bad but he feels deep within his soul that there will be something different when he talks to her again.

His mind trails back to the anonymous accounts from months back and he fears they’ll show up one more time but with more vengeance. No one could find out who it was, nor what they wanted besides lurking in Beatrice’s profile. His brain still sent signals that the person could very well be Eric, or some of his lackeys because even if Beatrice did beautifully punch him on her birthday last year he doesn’t know Eric like she does, honestly he wanted to introduce his fist to the guy’s face when he was able more than anything.

But maybe he was just having these thoughts because of a post-matrimonial haze, maybe that’s why, Beatrice wasn’t alone and she could always ask Michael to spend the night at the house if need be. And Jolene…who barked only once during their night walk that time but she could be pretty scary, especially now that she was going to have puppies.

“Could be worse? Rooster.” Phoenix elbows his bicep, “Come on, you cannot wait to talk to Beatrice again.”

“Well,it’s true but I’m managing it.” his mouth curls into a smirk when he turns to Nat, “How about you and Umberto,huh? How’s that going?”

It was her turn to look annoyed and avoid his gaze, shoving such a big spoonful of food in her mouth it almost made her cheeks burst, “I don’t know why you haven’t told anyone about it yet, I mean it’s obvious you two are together.” another glare, “What? I am right, Bea knows it too, what are you waiting for?”

Natasha finally swallows the immense ball of food she had in her mouth with a gasp, then licks her lips, “I want to meet his parents first,” she says, “It’s not that simple, okay? We have to check or schedules and everything and…you know, maybe when I come back this time I can go to Italy and meet them.”

“Hm…I think Roberto will like you a lot.” he says, “That’s Umberto’s father.”

“What about his mother?”

“She seemed fine, a bit annoyed that her husband bought a yacht but, you know.” his phone buzzes and the conversation cuts short because his focus was on something else right now, “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Rooster-”

“Sorry, gotta go,” he waves his phone up, “I think you’ll have to figure out how to deal with his parents by yourself, Nat. See ya!” and he walks away, leaving a stupefied Natasha sitting down, looking almost annoyed that he dared to do that. Once his laughter falters enough and he’s far away from everyone else, he sees that the message - obviously - is from Beatrice.

It’s a picture of herself and Jolene, the pittie with her pink - and round now - stomach up, both of them lying on their patio and Beatrice grinning at the camera. She looked extremely relaxed and considering the time zone they were both in she probably took this picture hours ago before going to work.

Bea (11:30)

Took her to the vet earlier today :) she’s doing fine, I’m preparing the house for when the puppies come. I’ll keep you updated, okay?

Roos (11:34)

You both look really happy. I’m glad she’s okay gorgeous. How about you? Are you okay?

Bea (11:36)

I’m fine! Long day at work and it’ll be even longer tomorrow because it’s the halloween party at the Hard Deck, but me and the girls are going hiking this weekend! :) I’m so excited!

Roos (11:38)

Babe that’s great! Take pictures if you can okay?

Bea (11:40)

Okay! How about you? How are you holding up?

Roos (11:43)

I’m fine all things considered, it’s been a bit intense but nothing we can’t handle. We are all fine and safe though. I miss you a lot.

Bea (11:44)

I miss you too Roos. I’ve been sleeping on your side of the bed since you left. It smells a lot like you.

He felt like he got shot in the heart by that sentence, having to hold back the pained expression from the other pilots walking by or else people would think he was having some sort of issue. Bradley inhaled, regaining his bearings and smiled back at the phone, typing a response.

Roos (11:48)

Aw, babe, you are too cute. Honestly your little scent pouch has been helping me sleep a lot too, it’s like having you here without you being here.

They don’t talk too much after that because he could see that Beatrice’s writing was getting choppy and missing words, undoubtedly she was already falling asleep, she was just trying to let him know everything that happened in one single message and failing every time. So, even though he wanted to keep talking to her, he just told her to go to bed and they’d talk again soon and to not worry…and that he missed her, again.

Beatrice’s reply was just a ‘<3’ because she fell asleep minutes later. He looked down at the screen with a fond smile, zooming on the picture with his thumb and index finger to focus on her smile. It was so bright and infectious even if she wasn’t there right by his side, she was so wonderful and so-

“I think I’m going to win this bet.”

He jumped in place when he heard Maverick’s voice come from behind him, almost dropping his phone, “Jesus Christ- what?”

“You are going to make me win this bet.” he repeats with a grin, “I told everyone you’d just almost float to wherever it was to talk to Beatrice and have that look on your face.”

“Look?”

“Yeah,” Pete smiles, pointing at his nephew, “That one, with the soft smile and heart in your eyes. That specific one.”

Bradley’s brows immediately lowered and he turned off his phone with a huff, “I’m not that fault that she’s great.” he mutters, cheeks flushing because yeah, he really was that obvious when it came to Beatrice, he couldn’t even deny it anymore now, “Plus, hearing from her is always good.”

“I know Rooster. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” the younger pilot says leaning against a wall, ‘Been taking care of Jolene so that’s why she sent me a message, she took her to the vet to check on the puppies.”

Mav nods with his smile still present, “You still got that…” he gestures to his chest, “Feeling?”

“Sometimes, it comes and goes. But hearing that she’s okay helps get rid of the worst thoughts.” Rooster says after a while even if his brows are furrowed when he does so, “She’ll be fine…now, how much money are you guys betting on me…again?”

“Oh we doubled this time.” his nephew’s shocked expression was enough to make a chuckle fall out of Mav’s lips, “If I win I’ll share with you, how’s that?” and he pats the taller pilot on the back as the two walk away from the secluded spot Bradley went to check his messages.

Good news was, she no longer had a stomach bug! It passed by the end of the week but she stopped drinking alcohol for a while thinking that was the main cause of it. She told no one, not even her therapist because she didn’t want anyone to worry too much about her and she also considered this was just her anxiety acting up as well.

Maybe it was just her brain missing Rooster and such it made her feel sick, even if it didn’t happen before, it was only because they got married. And of course, worrying about Jolene! It had to be that as well!

But there was something in the back of her mind that whispered, like a little gleeful fae trying to trick her into stepping into a fairy ring: what if she was pregnant?

It crossed through her mind for a little bit, but she was counting the days and there was no way it was that. She knew it, she had everything written down! So, right now, all she wanted to worry about was to enjoy Penny’s Halloween party! It was weird to not have the Dagger Squad or Mav there when it happened, but they make do. And this year, she was wearing the flapper costume Shells got for her alongside the…other one…that was no longer usable because of the giant rip between her thighs.

Just remembering about it was enough to make her shiver, thankful that she was hidden behind the counter, crouched down to pick up extra straws so no one would see her. When she stood back up, she noticed that Shells was looking outside the bar with her brows furrowed, something that made the brunette tilt her head in the same direction, “Shells?” the blonde blinks since she was snapped out of her focused stare, then turns to Beatrice, “Everything okay?”

It takes a few minutes for Shells to reply, something that never happened before, “Yeah.” and Beatrice gave her friend a confused glance, “I thought I saw someone.”

“Oh…okay?” Shells didn’t look really happy after that statement, so she walked away from Bea after grabbing the refilled mugs from Penny’s hand. Penny, who was dressed as Sarah Connor - because of course she would - gave her niece an eyebrow raise but got nothing else from her. “...is Shells okay? I’ve never seen her like that before.”

“She’s probably tired.” Penny says, but she does look outside as well, “Tell you what, why don’t you two take a break together in a few? I can handle things here for a little while.”

Beatrice blinks at Penny in shock, “Are you sure?” the other brunette nods with a small smile, letting Beatrice know that it wouldn’t be a problem at all.

It doesn’t take too long for that to happen, Shells being so strangely silent that Beatrice feels that there’s something else besides the tiredness Penny talked about. She stood out of the bar watching Shells look so furious it was like she’d melt the concrete “Shells? What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“...Well,If you don’t want to talk about it then–”

“I thought I saw Eric,” she immediately cuts Beatrice off, which the brunette knew it’d happen since Shells hated keeping things in for too long, “Outside, right now,I thought I saw him.”

Beatrice parts her lips to speak, then looks around the parking lot. The thought that Eric, after having his nose broken and avoiding her at the reunion would suddenly show up at her work wasn’t really helpful, “...are you sure?”

“Fuck no,but if it was I’d probably lunge at him.” Shells growls, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall, “Man, what the fuck does he still wants with you? If it was him, is he stupid? Does he not know you are married? Or did he forget that Rooster was right behind you when you beat the shit out of him?”

Beatrice licks her lips, her eyes still on the parking lot. “You don’t even know if it was him.”

“Well whoever it was had a big fucking head and was looking suspicious.” she snaps, “...I’m going to sleep at your place tonight.”

“Shells–”

“I am going to. We’re going to watch horror movies and get pizza, but you won’t be alone, not when Rooster isn’t here too.”

“What’s happening?”

The voice that apparently came out of nowhere made the two women yelp out in surprise, with Shells almost losing her balance and falling face first to the ground. “Jesus fuck Evelyn!” the blonde shouts, doing a double take at her friend’s costume, “Oh for fuck’s sake. You just have to humiliate us, don’t you?” Evelyn was really dressed like Leeloo, with the orange hair and the blonde roots, the stomach tattoo exposed because of the white crop top and low rise pants.

“I like your costume too Shells.” she looks at the blonde’s getup with her brow up seeing she was just wearing a green full bodysuit with springy antennas on her head, “Anyway, what was going on, why are you staying at Bea’s?” the blonde hesitated for a few seconds, then blurted out the explanation, with a few other expletives amongst them, why she’d do that. Evelyn’s eyebrows furrow, moving from Shells to Beatrice,worry written all over her face, “Do you think he knows you work here?”

“No? I don’t think so, at least.” Beatrice shrugs, “W-We don’t even know if it was really him, there’s no need to be worried like that.”

Evelyn hums, “Your aunt still has the cameras outside, right?” Shells nods, “Do you think we can see it? Maybe we can figure out if it was him or not.”

Shells ‘oooh’s and nods, “I can grab the pen drive to check, I usually do it anyway, she hates dealing with it.”

Beatrice feels like they are…understandably, worried. But the chances of that happening would be less than minimal, right? It wasn’t like him to do that, he was creepy and misogynistic and gross but he wasn’t a stalker. She scared him off! He wouldn’t dare stalk her when his family’s name is so well known around California like that, “I just think it was someone who looked like him at best.” Beatrice mutters, “I just…I…” she inhales shakily, tenting her hands over her eyes, “Guys,I don’t want to get…worried about this, not now? You know, it’s…I…Rooster isn’t here, he won’t come back in four months and if I have that in my head I’ll probably lose sleep.”

“Good idea I’ll be sleeping over then.” Shells smiles, “Oh come on, even if it isn’t him it’d still be fun. We can have a sleepover of sorts. Evelyn can come too, right Ev?”

“I’d need to feed Wiley but I could spend the night.”

Beatrice, while extremely appreciative of her friends, felt like this would only trigger her anxiety and paranoia and probably bring back that stomachache from before. The two women looked at her expectantly, waiting for her positive response…and after a gentle sigh, Beatrice nodded her head, “Okay…we can have a sleepover.” she smiles, “But…let’s just see the videos and then independent of what it shows, don’t talk about it again okay?”

The other two looked at each other, then smiled, “Deal.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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fonulyn · 2 months

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what sort if things do you want to talk abt with people/what would make you feel better?

I mean, in an actual utopia? :'D I'd love it if people were excited for what I'm working on. if they'd ask about the fics in progress, kick my butt when I can't get shit done, and push me into doing more. maybe even give feedback already during the process! i know it's too much to ask for, especially when so rarely even finished fics get excitement or feedback, but it's what a Dream World would look like lol.

ideally I'd love it if I had some friends who I could actually brainstorm with and talk about the stuff I'm stuck on or trying to otherwise flesh out. my dog does listen but rarely has any suggestions I can take :'D I know I got spoiled because earlier (like …two years ago lol) I had someone who was always excited to talk about the ideas and brainstorm with me, and who kicked my ass into gear if I was dragging my feet, and I got used to it and now that i'm supposed to just figure everything out alone I have zero motivation to actually do it. the kind of instant feedback I got then was the best motivator ever. now? eh.

and I'd love it if my feeble attempts at trying to talk about wips wasn't just brushed off. if i post on tumblr about something it's most of the time ignored. i've tried to talk to multiple people, and in return i get either the "you'll figure it out eventually" or a complete topic change immediately. no follow-up questions, no excitement, no nothing.

and I'd love it if people didn't go "oh I can help brainstorm that!" and then not even bother to read it. go "I'm gonna comment on that soon!" and never do it. empty promises do nothing but get hopes up and end up in crushing disappointment.

I know people are busy, people have their lives and shit happens but like. it's easy to not make promises you can't (or have no intention to) keep, imo.

and idk in the Olden Days I had multiple people to chat general fandom with, and it in turn sparked fic ideas, and excitement, but now that doesn't really exist either.

just to be clear I'm not expecting anyone to be at my beck and call 24/7 all the time :'D god no :'D but it's so friggin' disheartening when I get a new idea, am all excited about it, and then deflate when I know I don't really have anyone to hype me up about it. so then i won't do it. or then i write like two sentences a day maximum and never get shit done. and every damn day i'm getting closer to just quitting for good. i really really don't wanna abandon my to-write-list and leave shit unfinished but it's starting to look like the only viable option left.

idek. I'm tired. i know it's just a pipe dream and i'll just keep struggling until i fade away from fandom and no one notices lol but yeah.

(it is really nice to just chat about anything with people too, tho, so a shoutout to those who did reach out and who i've been occasionally chatting with :3 it is appreciated!)

#anonymous #ask and i shall answer

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subbydream · 3 days

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fuuuuck you're so cute. I just found this blog and.. i'm usually a little submissive puppy sub,, but you awakened something in me that doesn't come out often. I'm actually a switch. Your neediness just makes me feral. I want to hold you and give you a collar with a cute little heart shaped tag and put your head in my lap and pet you. Just knowing you'd probably like the attention and praise and spoiling and be grateful and want it like the precious, sweet thing you are.. i've always wanted to have someone that wants, needs to be underneath me. I just want to ruin you in the best way possible. make you understand that your job is just to be my soft, sweet princess. To not need to worry about anything, knowing your master will take the best care of you they can <3

Hi anon~~

I bet you'd love to see me on my knees for you. Waiting at your beck and call, like an obedient pet, hm? How I'd look at you with big eyes waiting to be praised and rewarded. Hugging you tight as I rut against your thigh cause I'm just so needy and embarrassed about it. Whimpering and whining and whispering small pleas for more.

Or maybe you'd prefer to manhandle me? Push me around, yanking at my collar to make me do exactly what you want me to do and how you want me to do it. Have me be just a writhing mess beneath you.

Lesbianism alert: Men and minors dni

#kaitalkshorny #wlw #lesbian #wlw nsft #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw smut #sapphic smut #sapphic #wlw yearning #wlw ns/fw

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clowninguhround · 2 months

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oh kiddo, i’d love to hear about every little thing you think about me. i’d sit you in my lap and whisper all sorts of dirty things right back.

btw- you don’t even have to take my fund when i’d just willingly spoil you anyways. :)

-50 anon (how about ⏳to sign off?)

Radqueer sugar daddy? Sign me up

Listen I know you wanted me to abuse you, and I could probably extort or blackmail or something if given the time, but my default behavior for anyone older than me is to be so very well behaved and at your every beck and call. Bratting is my specialty but other than that I'd be so good for you <3

#transabused #transage #transharmful safe #transharmed #pro transharmful #rq 🌈🍓#pro radqueer #proship #pro transid #transharmful #paraphile safe #radqueer #pro para

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nekooru · 1 year

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Could I request some headcanons of how each of the heroes of maple would cheer you up when you’re sad?

Am I doing this right?

₊ ☾⋆ maplestory heroes hcs pt. 1 ⋆⁺₊⋆

freud. mercedes. aran. phantom. lumi. evan. shade. x reader

synopsis: the heroes of maple discover you're upset and comfort you to the best of their individual ability.

tags: slight drabble headcanons, individual pairings, fluff, comfort, maplestory, heroes of maple

wc: 1243

a/n: hi new friend!!! ty for the request, u did absolutely perfect <3 hope u enjoy ! 🥰

freud

Freud hums behind you, and lowers his chin to rest on your shoulder. You glance at him as he stares, blue eyes half-lidded, at you.

"Oh, come now. What's wrong? I can tell something is weighing on you."

You smile and sigh. Nothing ever gets past him, and you're not quite sure why, although you suspect something magical. Freud could be sly like that, but perhaps he just paid more attention to the smaller details than you thought.

After you explain, he nods and looks you up and down. With a brief word of comfort, Freud will gather you in his arms and take you to bed. He knows exactly what makes you feel better, which is his worship and undivided attention as you nestle into him arms— which, in your opinion, is the safest place in the world.

In the coming days, Freud will neglect his studies to pay special attention to you until he's absolutely sure that you're in better spirits.

mercedes

Mercedes is thoughtful, but insecure of herself; she's hyperaware of your emotions, and sometimes convinces herself that you're upset because she did something wrong, when you're really lost in thought or something.

You're patient with her, and are sure to mention feeling down as soon as it comes to mind. You know how she struggles with overthinking when you allow yourself to fester in your sadness alone.

Mercedes will spoil you senseless, (moreso than her usual love language of service,) and demand for you to remain in your comfort zone, wherever that may be. She'll arrange her luscious pillows into your preferred angle to rest on, and run a warm bath full of floral essences and fresh, powdery pink blossoms. She'll try her best to prepare your comfort food, braid your hair, and rub dew-crafted toner into every inch of your skin.

At the end of the day, your limbs lie intertwined with hers under the covers, and you whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears.

aran

Although "emotionally intelligent" wouldn't be the first words anyone would use to describe Aran, she isn't oblivious by any means. A change in voice tone or energy levels will prompt her to ask if you're upset, and sometimes she hits the mark, but not every time.

When you're sad, Aran comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, laying hungry kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. You giggle, and for a few moments, she squeezes so tightly that you can barely breathe.

After that, she asks if you'd like to take a walk outside. It's good for you, mentally and physically, she says. You oblige, talking back and forth until your mind is solely on her instead of whatever was bothering you.

Her hand always finds a way to intertwine with yours. You smile; you know you're never alone as long as she's near.

phantom

Phantom is perceptive even to the most subtle changes in expression from your norm— it's nigh impossible to hide your feelings from him.

When he realizes you're feeling down, he turns the charm dial up to max and begins to envelop you in the prettiest words and promises, all the while running his hands over your form or engaging in a playfully romantic dance.

"My love, let us sail through the stars in whichever direction you fancy, as I beg on my knees to feel the skin on your knuckles at my lips. The Master Thief, Phantom, is at your beck and call; tell me of the most expensive jewel you desire— or the prettiest, of course— and it will be yours before the moon glows radiant at the top of the world tonight."

You think he's rather ridiculous, but his boyish grin and melodramatic tendencies never fail to put a smile on your face before you realize it.

At some point, Phantom would have opted for a more cool and distant playboy approach, but he's now forever aware of how time can elude him. He would rather cherish these moments and never regret missing an opportunity to make you happy, for humans are fragile and everything could change in a second.

lumi

As a practically born researcher, Luminous has spent his entire life studying an array of physical and metaphysical components, mostly of magical origin. Out of every ounce of knowledge filed away in his mind, he's proud to say that his fondest subject is you.

His eyes narrow as he observes the quiver in your lip. The heightened speed at which you flip the page of your book, and the way your irises, frequently and slowly, wander until you pull your attention back.

It's always clear to him— he knows you far better than he knows himself, at this point.

He carefully sits next you, slowly, as if he were afraid you would be spooked and subsequently hide away. Without a word, his hands find themselves at the small of your back and gently tangled in your hair. He waits for you to lean into him. And you do.

Luminous is a quiet individual, but you sense the significance of care in his tender, calculated, and somewhat maternal touches. He places light kisses at the corners of your eyes, and pets your hair lovingly. His heart paces faster as you melt further into the embrace.

evan

Evan usually doesn't realize when you're upset unless your expression is visibly distraught, or you explain in words. His denseness occasionally frustrates you, but for the most part, his carefree attitude and optimism is something you appreciate as encouragement to persevere.

When he realizes you're upset, panic quickly sets in. He'll wrap his arms around you tightly, bury his nose in your neck and apologize, before exclaiming, I'll be right back!

He scurries off to convene with Mir briefly and brainstorm ways to cheer you up.

"Mir, what do I do? I can't bear seeing them so sad! How do we cheer them up?"

"Hmm. I could set you on fire! I think that'll make them laugh," Mir replies, pulling back his snout into a mischievous smile.

Evan pouts and puts a thumb to his chin. "No, their sense of humor isn't as cruel as yours."

When he realizes he's left you alone for a bit too long, he sprints back, trembling, and hugs you again. Evan clutches you tightly, and Mir carefully rubs his side against your back. Evan doesn't know exactly what to do to cheer you up, but he'll try his best to comfort and serve you for the time being, and encourages you to let him know if something specific will improve your mood.

shade

Shade will ease you into talking about anything that's bothering you, oftentimes before you even realize you're bothered. He seems to be particularly skillful at rousing the feelings of others with a simple conversation, his intent listening, and careful responses that incite a deeper thinking.

He coos and clicks his tongue when you begin talking about your worries, and moves behind you. His hands brush against your shoulder, and glide onto your back, where his thumbs push circular motions against your taut muscles. He lays soft kisses against the back of your head while massaging you.

He'll ask if he can fetch anything for you, like a special blend of tea or a hot towel for your neck. Whatever your answer is, he'll kneel before you, take your hand in his, and stroke your knuckles with his thumb while he looks at you with doe eyes for a few moments.

"I was so lost before you came along," he says with a faint smile, "In far more ways than one. It brings me joy to be a beacon for you sometimes."

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masterlist: x

#AAAA i had so much fun writing these #shade is my fav in terms of cuteness but also i love the implicit hcs i've built of mercedes in my mind.....#anyway i'll get into that for some mercedes hcs or smth!!!#maplestory #heroes of maple #maplestory hcs #x reader #freud #mercedes #aran #phantom #luminous #evan #shade #eunwol

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