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makilime · 10 days

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Rex Sloan x Gn!Reader

Essential - Part One

cw: Reader has telekinetic powers, violence, mention of death, novice writer.

You joined the Guardians of the Globe.

A new addition to the team, a foreign hero who worked hard to prove that you really were a good choice, but even if essentially you was, you were far better doing damage control than beating bad guys in the face. It wasn't bad, at least it was what Cecil wanted to make the Guardians a more effective team, worthy of the name, but yet it was something that got Rex especially annoyed, no, in fact it drove him crazy; seeing how someone or something would try to kill you, but instead of attacking and defending yourself you just put a barrier while you focused on doing as little damage as possible, in his eyes was nothing but a ticking time bomb. I mean, what's the point of "guarding" structures or your teammates if you couldn't protect your own ass? The rest know how to protect themselves, he knows how to protect himself, and anyways, who cares about structures? If there are no innocents in Rex didn't see the point in worrying about a stupid statue or a building that would have collapsed sooner or later anyway. There was a limit to his companionship and you were approaching the deadline too fast, even if he still saving you. He especially couldn't believe that you were actually getting compliments for it. "Ah yeah, thanks for being the jailbait, keep it up". At least that's what Immortal's thanks sounded in his head, though he knew it was too much to expect from the old man.

His companionship had a limit, and you found a way for that limit to become more and more distant, maybe because you didn't know him, with you there was nothing written, and that for some reason that fact made him feel good. The conversations with you were very different from the ones he had with the rest of the members, there were no resentments and you didn't demerit him, you took him as seriously as any other member and not out of commitment, as Cecil did to keep him there, but you seemed to do it sincerely for some strange reason.

His companionship began to become part of your routine, you had no idea when that became a fact, maybe days, maybe months. At first it seemed like a simple coincidence; suddenly you'd go to training and it wouldn't be long before he'd come in and strike up a conversation, you weren't particularly talkative at first, maybe that's other thing he liked about you, after a while he knew what strings to pull to get you talking and joking around. And then his company was no longer a coincidence, he suddenly started showing up in the dining room, even though he said the food was awful, suddenly you started noticing him standing next to you, as if it was some kind of mania while you listened to a new Immortal speech or some mission you were assigned, suddenly it stopped being subtle at all.

His companionship became unconditional, something that used to drove him crazy now got on his nerves. He wasn't just worried that you were more of a problem than a long-term help, now he was worried that something would happen to you while he wasn't looking, he was worried about you, it was something that started to make him focus more on the way you handled things and he came to the same conclusion as at the beginning; with you there was nothing written, It was more than obvious that you started to become a duo, Rex made you a duo "we are like a combo, you are like the chocolate and I am obviously the whole package", you didn't understand at first, you thought it was just a normal thing, Rex had made it clear to you that he cared about everyone with his actions, why would it be any different with you?, well, you wouldn't feel cornered when trying to do damage control, now Rex was the one attacking while you did your best to make the mission quick and efficient, Rex would now be your shield, it became a natural thing to do, you both spent enough time together to start to see patterns in his actions.

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Just another fight as any other, that's what you wanted to believe to create a kind of routine in your head, defeat the villain of the day and go home, it was something simple, that's why only three people were sent to that mission, in the end it was not something that happened that day, you could swear it was only for a second, you heard a scream from Rae and you turned your head to help her, so the next thing you could recognise was the sound of metal through flesh, your flesh. Every curse word you could remember went through your head, but a loud noise drilling your ear and the weapon being pulled out of your stomach without any kind of caution was what stopped you from screaming, you stumbled and before you could regain your balance you closed your hand without even thinking about it, you didn't want to admit it, but the reality is that you did think about it, it really was your intention to explode that creature's head, the first time you didn't have the luxury of mercy. Your face was stained with blood but at least you could finally stand up, it was your job at the end of the day, not to let things get out of control, barely that registered in your mind when the rest of your senses seemed to react, you looked around, you could see Rae injured, but at least she had won the fight she was in, however you felt your heart start to pound in your chest when you couldn't see Rex, you averted your gaze to the ground and you could see him, apparently the son of a bitch had been kind when he pulled the weapon out of your stomach, you fell to your knees in front of your friend as you tried to drain the bleeding, however you couldn't identify the source, it was your fault for making a bloodbath, your mind was a chaos of emotions as you tried to help your friend in any way you could, you held him in your arms hoping that amongst all the blood you could see where it was flowing from and yet you yourself didn't help as you started to cry and yet once again you were getting on Rex's nerves. "You know, you won't get rid of me that easy," you knocked his shoulder, full of relief that he was still alive.

Your companionship was indispensable to both of you, even if neither of you had come to that conclusion yet.

#invincible #rex sloan #rex splode #rex splode x reader

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mychlapci · 4 months

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Please please please begging for literally any heat/rut hc’s/ideas you have i’m not picky on character just pleaseeee gimme your ideas to feast upon

- robooby (it’s a side blog, also thank you for the tag! “Who put all this blood in penis” is the actual best compliment i’ve ever gotten almost brought me to tears)

first of all, i’m so sorry that this is how you find out i’m stupid as fuck and don’t actually harbour any comprehensive heat/ruts headcanons… that said, i do have decidedly incomprehensible and confusing heat/rut headcanons.

shit, where do i start… well, I like the thought of violent heats/ruts. I just feel like sexual reproduction on Cybertron would happen so rarely, so the violent heats are basically the body making sure that once the conditions for a heat cycle are met, the breeding happens, no matter what. A mech going into heat/rut would suddenly get irritable, violent, more emotional and angry, they would go out of their way to make various dominance displays to prove themselves a good mate. Oh, the war is perfect for reproductive systems to slip from a mech’s mind and then suddenly come back roaring. They kill with so much more vigour on the battlefield all of a sudden, and since that’s expected, no one really assumes that they might be going into heat, let alone the mech themselves. By the time they figure it out, no preventative methods are working. oops.

also, you wanted to go by characters? well, i can do that, but prepare for the fact that it won’t have anything to do with what i just said. i contain multitudes.

you know, I like the thought of Megatron having a heat with effects that contradict how he usually is perceived. His frame gets all hot and heavy and he feels sluggish, slow and tired, but this altered state of his also means that he tends to stop minding his strength as much, and would rather rip his partner’s arm straight off than let them leave the bed, not to mention that when he wraps his legs around their waist, it’s like being trapped in a hot cage, and it’s virtually impossible to escape. Though, for a long time, Megatron probably rode out his heats and ruts alone, or had them suspended.

Rodimus’ heats are 100% consistent with how he acts, and a total opposite of Megatron’s. He feels alert, awake, and nervous. One day Magnus definitely finds him on the bridge, his optics rolled back as he grinds his node and the underside of his spike against the edge of the control panel, too stupid with the effects of his heat to consider that perhaps touching himself might be more effective. Magnus has to drag him away while he keeps trying to hump him. Drift definitely has a violent heat/rut, which is why he tries to hide away during it, because he’d be so ashamed of himself if he’d hurt Rodimus and Ratchet… of course his wall of guilt is quickly broken by two fussing boyfriends. Ratchet definitely handles himself better but he gets touchy-feely in a way he rarely does, trying to get closer to either Drift or Rodimus. Or someone else if they’re unavailable. Magnus is the kind of guy to get through his heat without any help or anyone even being able to tell that he’s in heat, but the entire time his panels are on fire. But to actually attend to the heat would mess with his schedule, so he just has to push through with grit teeth.

#second of all. hello robooby i loved that fanfic i think about it all the time #i can probably do more but this is too long and also i don’t. remember any characters. head blank #this is a sign to never give me an open stage to talk about whatever. does any of this make any sense #valveplug #heat cycles #text

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spilledbeans116 · 1 year

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Someone liked my “do you want Vegeta HC” post so NOW YOU ALL GET TO DEAL WITH IT !!!! It’s my selfship ones soooooooo yeah.

🍓 BEANGETA LIST !!! 🍓

(Chibi art by @snaelrz )

-He doesn’t really like sweet stuff in regards to food. He likes strawberries but only because he associates them with a certain someone (ME !!!!!).

-He says heavy metal is his favorite music genre to be all tough. He’s a liar, his favorite band is ABBA.

-He still has his tail and a lot of times it shows his true emotions and he gets annoyed with it; It’s very expressive.

-He has scars. Why they got rid of his scars after Namek I have no idea I love them ❤️

-He has fangs! I love da chompers!!!!

-He likes to be little spoon (will never admit it).

-He likes Raditz, Goku, and Nappa’s company (he will never admit it).

-He likes everything to be neat and tidy, even when he isn’t. He’ll clean around the house but only when he’s alone. Folds his clothes nicely and everything has its proper spot in his room. Doesn’t care if he isn’t showered though because “I’ll just get dirty again anyway” until I force him to wash up.

-He’s incredibly competitive. Reverse psychology really works on him. If you say he can’t do something, he’ll go out of his way to prove you wrong. The “Goku button” is definitely a thing, don’t press it.

-Gets flustered easily and usually just pretends to be mad so people leave him be.

-Doesn’t really like PDA, holding hands is pushing it for him; he gets shy and over thinks it. He’ll place a hand on the small of my back, rub his tail against mine briefly, bump shoulders with me, etc

-When alone with him, he has a thing for physical touch. Likes running his hands through my hair, down my arms and shoulders, especially loves petting my tail or holding it in his hands *gently* so it doesn’t cause discomfort. He loves being babied after training sessions. Around the full moon he gets REALLY touchy.

-Loves compliments (ego boost 100) especially about how strong he is or handsome or simply how much better he is than Goku.

-He gets jealous of other men pretty easily, especially if he doesn’t know them. He will worm his way between me and someone else if he feels we’re too close. Shows more affection when he’s jealous to get others to back off. A quick kiss will knock me out and he’ll sit there smirking at whoever was talking to me (the only time he’s okay with PDA) (it’s super effective)

-He loves being called “my prince,” “prince Vegeta,” or “your majesty.” Different tones can set the mood for him very quickly. Usually if someone else other than me calls him any of these he gets agitated because he thinks he’s being mocked. My teasing nickname for him is “Veggie.” He says he hates it but he’s a liar, and gets really pissed if someone else calls him it (it’s our thing).

-He never uses people’s real names, usually goes with nicknames he comes up with to spite them. If he uses your real name, you’re either Yamcha (he thinks it’s funny), in a dire situation, dying (or close to), or being intimate. Calls me “princess” sometimes 🥺. In public though I’m always referred to as “woman.”

-He usually trains alone or with Goku but on certain occasions he’ll ask me to go with him. It’s usually really intense and he can get pretty degrading but knows when to stop. “Pathetic. Try it again.” “What the hell are you doing? Was that supposed to hurt?” He knows what I can and can’t handle. Sometimes I impress him and he gets…. Yeah.

-He likes seeing me goof around with Trunks and finds the motherly aspect attractive. Sometimes refers to me as Trunk’s mom.

He makes me all silly and happy !!!!!!!!

#vegeta #Vegeta HC #vegeta x reader #selfship #FO #DBZ #self insert #saiyan OC

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Overboard

Pairings: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: Fake blood

Summary: Arvin’s left in charge of the Halloween decorations while (y/n) and the kids are out. Unable to settle for good enough he’s determined to make sure they have the scariest house on the block.

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“My mom says she’s cooking for all of us. Do you want me to bring home dinner?” (y/n) questioned as she buckled Lenora into her car seat.

“That’s alright kitten, I’ll whip something up,” Arvin kissed her cheek with a smile, “The place is gonna look great, don’t you worry a hair on your pretty little head.”

“I’m not worrying, just be careful with the jack o'lanterns, the kids will have a fit if anything happens to them,” she warned.

“I will, I’m just gonna put them out on the porch and put some candles in them. I’m sure I can handle it,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Alright, you be careful, and make sure you get some of those peanut butter candies I like.”

“I will get you one candy bar and you and the kids will all stay out of the Halloween candy,” she jabbed her finger into his chest threateningly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stay out of the candy,” he agreed, “Call me before you head back alright?”

“I will,” she pressed her lips to his, giggling as he began to pepper kisses across her cheeks, “Arvin stop it, the kids are watching.”

“They should know how much their daddy loves their mom,” he chuckled.

“I think you’re about to make Will throw up,” she nodded to the back seat, where their son was pretending to gag.

Arvin smirked and pulled her in for one more long kiss, laughing as their son covered his eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled as she sat down in the driver's seat, “Kids say bye to your dad.”

“By daddy!” Lenora waved happily while William continued to feign disgust.

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Arvin tapped his foot while he examined his house from the sidewalk. The jack o’lanterns and paper ghosts in the window were cute, but it didn’t seem like enough to him. All the neighbours’ yards were done up like crazy, and he couldn’t stand the idea of the kids coming home and being disappointed because they had the worst decorations on the block.

“We’ve got to have something else,” he mumbled as he returned inside.

He ran back up to the attic and began digging through their old costumes for anything he could repurpose. A few old masks caught his eye, and he brought them back down stairs, thinking he could find some way to use them in the yard. That was when he spotted the Good Housekeeping magazine (y/n) had picked up a few days prior. It was a special Halloween issue, filled to the brim with ideas for decor, food, and costumes.

“Perfect,” Arvin beamed as he began flipping through the magazine.

He found an article which had made ghosts out of old clothes and quickly got to work constructing his ghost family in the front yard. They weren’t scary enough for his taste though, so he placed the jack o’lanterns on top to act as their heads.

“Wow, those look great Arvin,” his neighbour complimented as he arrived home.

‘Better than your yard,’ he thought smuggly before replying, “Thanks, I think it’s turning out pretty scary don’t you?”

“Definitely. You think it’s gonna be too much for the kids?”

He knit his brow and shook his head, “Of course not, it’s just a couple ghosts. They're gonna love it.”

“Alright, if you say so,” he chuckled as he entered his home.

“If you say so,” he mocked, “He’s just mad his yard looks like such shit.”

Arvin returned to the Good Housekeep magazine, still in search of something to do with the masks when he found a recipe for fake blood. It was easy enough to make, and gave him the perfect idea for how to finish the house. He mounted the old masks in windows across the house and made a big batch of fake blood. First he dipped his hands in the blood and placed a set of handprints under each of the masks, smudging them for effect. He used the extra blood to platter across the jack o'lantern ghosts in the front yard. He splattered some over the front door and porch steps for extra effect. The whole thing looked like it’d come out of a horror novel and he was absolutely bubbling with pride from his work. They by far had the scariest home on the block, and he couldn’t wait to show it off to (y/n) and the kids.

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“Do you think we’ll scare daddy?” Lenora asked curiously as they turned onto their street.

“He’d only be scared of mine,” her brother retorted.

“Nuh uh!” she glared at him, “Witches are way scarier than dogs, I can turn people into frogs!”

“I’m not a dog, I'm a werewolf!” he snapped, “Dad’s gonna think your costume is stupid!”

“Both of you knock it off,” (y/n) narrowed her eyes at them in the rear view mirror, “Your dad will like both of your costumes, but if you keep fighting you’re not gonna show him at all.”

“Sorry,” both kids mumbled, sinking into their seats as they pulled into their driveway.

“Oh no…” (y/n) frowned as she took in the house, “Arvin…”

Lenora looked mortified as (y/n) removed her from her car seat, meanwhile William had jumped out and sprinted around the car to hide behind his mom.

“Mommy I don’t like those things,” Lenora pointed to the bloody, ghost-like figures with jack o'lantern heads.

“They’re just decorations sweetie,” she assured, “It only looks scary because it’s dark.”

“W-Well I’m not scared,” William blushed and cleared his throat, “N-Not even of the blood.”

“Me either!” Lenora declared, clutching her neatly folded costume to her chest.

(y/n) chuckled as she locked the car, “Are you sure? I can carry you if you want.”

“No way!” William shook his head.

“Yeah we aren’t babies!” Lenora agreed.

“Alright,” (y/n) shook her head and started towards the door, the kids padding nervously behind her, “Remember they’re just decorations,” they had just reached the door when it suddenly swung open.

“Boo!” Arvin yelled, smiling ear to ear.

Both kids screamed and made a break for the car, dropping their costumes onto the ground in their panic. (y/n) groaned and pinched her nose, “Arvin…”

“I’m sorry,” he blushed, “I didn’t think it’d scare them.”

(y/n) plucked up their costumes, shoving them into Arvin’s arms before heading back towards the car, “Kids it’s alright, it was just daddy, nothing scary, I promise.”

Arvin pursed his lips, watching nervously while she comforted the children. Finally they peaked out from behind the car, Lenora sniffling and diving into her mothers arms. Arvin’s heart felt heavy as a wave of guilt washed over him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys,” he apologized.

“You didn’t scare me,” William sniffled, his red eyes indicating he’d also been crying.

“It’s alright,” (y/n) assured him, “The decorations already had them freaked out, the jumping out just ended up being a little too much.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, “I thought they’d like it all…”

(y/n) glanced up at him while she set Lenora down, “Kids do you still wanna show daddy your costumes?”

William nodded and Lenora wiped her eyes, “Yeah.”

“Alright, why don’t you two go get changed.”

“Okay,” Lenora cracked a small smile when (y/n) kissed her head.

“Race you upstairs!” William declared loudly, sprinting for the stairs.

“Hey you’re cheating!” Lenora yelled as she ran after them.

(y/n) laughed and stood up, “See? They’re already over it.”

“I know,” Arvin rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I didn’t mean to freak them out, I thought they’d like it if I went all out…”

“They will like it,” she assured, wrapping her arms around his neck, “But it’s dark and they’re young, they don’t always realize all this stuff is fake.”

He sighed, “I feel awful honey, they were crying.”

“Arvin, they just got scared. I’m sure when they can see it during day time tomorrow they’ll think it’s all really great. I’m certain they’ll love having the scariest house on the block.”

“That’s what I was going for,” he set his chin on top of her head, “I mean I saw everyone elses and I just thought, you know, I’ve got these gorgeous kids and this perfect wife and I just always want to give you guys the best life I can.”

“You always do Arvin,” she assured him with a kiss, “You’re the most amazing father in the world, and an absolutely perfect husband. Trust me, no one’s got it better than us.”

He sighed and cupped her face, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You didn’t have to do anything, I’m lucky to have you.”

“Ew!’ William gagged as he bounced down the stairs, “Stop kissing so much, it's gross!”

Arvin laughed as he pulled away from (y/n), “Oh shush, come show me your costume brat.”

“I’m a werewolf!” he posed, showing his fake fangs with a smile.

“Wow, that looks awesome!” he high fived him and glanced back up the stairs, “Lenora are you almost ready?”

“I’m a witch!” she popped up the top of the stairs with a big smile, “Look I even got a broom!”

“That’s adorable sweetheart,” he cooed.

“I’m not adorable, I'm scary!” she glared at him as she climbed down the stairs, “I’ll turn you into a frog!”

Arvin chuckled and raised his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, you’re very scary.”

“They’re terrifying,” (y/n) chuckled, “Alright, let’s see your best scary faces.”

The kids both posed, William even threw in a growl that caused both his parents to start laughing. Arvin ruffled his hair and plucked his daughter off the floor, “Well if you two little monsters aren’t careful we’re not going to have any trick or treaters, I mean I wouldn’t come anywhere near the place.”

“Me either,” (y/n) agreed, setting her head on his shoulder, “Kids, why don’t you go get ready for bed and we can play a little board game before we tuck you in.”

“I wanna pick the game!” Lenora gripped her dad’s shirt, “Daddy I can pick it right?”

“No I wanna pick!” William pouted.

Arvin chuckled and set Lenora down, “Whoever’s finished getting ready first can pick alright? That means pajamas on and teeth brushed, got it?”

“Got it!” the kids declared before they went running up the stairs.

“Be careful with your costumes,” (y/n) called after them.

Arvin smiled and wrapped his arms around her again, “Come here,” he cooed as he pulled her in flush against him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled as she hung off his neck, “Thank you for being such a good dad, and husband. You know all three of us would be really lost without you.”

“Not nearly as lost as I’d be without you,” he kissed the top of her head.

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years

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Making the Seven Demon Brothers Flustered (?)

basically a compilation of sweet stuff with the seven brothers.

Warning: uncensored swearing

This was an extremelly random idea that came in my mind. I was laying down looking at the ceiling and had a moment of epiphany where I thought: "holy shit I love when the brothers blush, I should make that everyone else's problem" and so here we are.

Lucifer

Contrary to popular belief, flustering Lucifer isn't impossible.

You know those days you just can't sleep?

If you decide to walk around the house you will most likelly stumble upon a Lucifer coming back from filling his most likely 10th cup of coffee.

First he will definetelly ask you what on earth were you doing awake before frowning in disapproval because you have classes tommorrow. So you should be in bed, asleep, like probably only Asmo and maybe Satan, and possibly Mammon in the house.

But honestly, it's 3am and both you and him are sleep deprived and I don't think anything really has a meaning at this point.

So that's when I say it's your cue to walk up to him, raise your arms, and hug him.

Just hug him and refuse to let go

He will be both flustered and frustrated that he can't hug you back

10/10 he would walk to his office with you clinging to him like a koalla, put his cup down, and give you a hug of his own.

He will still demand you to go to bed after he rechargers himself thought.

Mammon

I mean, what doesn't fluster Mammon?

But what about the moments he can handle being flustered without trying to deny his feelings out loud?

Yeah, those ones are the real treasures.

So I give you: hand holding.

This man is weak for holding hands, wherever and whenever. Just grab his hand and carress your tumb over his own, or link your pinkies and swing your arms a bit, even just losely holding each other's fingers.

He loves it so much it can even become something he does automatically once he gets used to it.

Sitting together? His hand is right over yours. Walking side by side? He will absolutely refuse to let go of your hand (he even forgets sometimes and scares himself when he raises his hand to fix his shades and he sees he's still holding onto you).

At some point the others may even start to cringe over the fact that you two appear to always be holding hands, even inside the house. It's very sweet though, and honestly, I bet his grip is very addicting to hold on to.

Leviathan

Even more so than his older brother, what doesn't fluster Levi?

So I will give out the one that possibly brings the cutest reactions out of him: surprise attacks.

Laying down side by side and you just feel like kissing him? Just do it. Give him a lil' peck on the lips or a soft one on the tip of his nose, and watch as he tries to hide in plain sight.

He did something that made you extremelly happy and you just feel he needs a reward? Just do it. Smooch his cheek, hug him and give him a lil' squeeze. He will be so happy he will not know what the hell he is supposed to do.

And best of all: at some point, once he gets, a bit, used to it, he will try to reciprocate.

Satan

Will the answer to how to fluster Satan be cats?

Yes it will be cats.

But also cheesy lines from romance books.

So you can pick your poison.

You have chosen cat? Just lay down besides him and give your best meow. Lean into his touch, plop your chin on the top of the book he is holding and stare at him, maybe pout for increase in effectiveness. He will be squirming on his spot in no time.

You have chosen cheesy lines? Do it while having one of those candlelight dates with Satan, give your best shot with the biggest smile you can. He will melt.

Asmodeus

Contrary to all of his brothers, the real question for Asmo is: what even flusters him?

The answer might be: unexpected compliments that are related to who he is as a person instead of who he is in appearence.

Which is... very specific to say the least.

Just fucking throw compliments at him about how he is extremelly sweet, caring and talented. Diligent, passionate, and how he always manages to brighten your day simply by saying his usual excited "Hi!".

Just throw all these at him like bullets from an automatic gun, throw your hands in the air or clench your fists and look him right in the eye as you say it loud and clear. Let whoever is around hear it too, they should all realize how important this man is.

And congrats, you now have a red faced, mouth agape, wide eyed, Asmo.

Beelzebub

Surprisingly not that hard to fluster the avatar of gluttony.

Though it's not very common for him to blush, on the inside he will be dancing macarena on x2 speed.

Pocky game? He will get so flustered he will break it midway. Helping him work out? Just lay right under him as he does push ups and he will slowly either stop working or become more, let's say, determined.

Just feel like hugging him? If he has his hands free, just throw yourself at him, he will be perplexed for a second and believe me when I say you will be able to feel his heartbeat, and it will be pretty damn fast.

But there is also a different strategy: pair up with Belphie.

Just throw a blanket over both of you and snuggle together, then walk over to Beel. Yes just walk over to him. This man is weak for you being cute with his twin. May end up engulfing both of you in a bear hug.

Belphegor

Oh, the avatar of denial.

Just like his brother it isn't exaxtly that hard to fluster him, and he often doesn't show it much on the outside. But when he does? He will not admit it.

Waking up to you sleepily staring at him from his stomach while laying on your arms? No, he is not blushing, you are imagining things.

You give out a giggle and a sun blinding smile in response to his denial? Oh! he is frowning now. Look at that, his face is becoming redder with each second.

Want to get a finishing blow? Just say you love him. You will never see him move so fast to latch onto you in a big hug like an octopus as both of you fall ungracefully back on the bed. He is totally not hiding his face on your neck, pfft, of course not.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this is what happens when I let my brain do its thing when I'm trying to sleep

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gladerscake · 3 years

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No One Better

(Gally x Reader)

Hope you have some time, because this one’s large and in charge (of the feels, that is). Huge thanks to all the lovely people who encourage me to keep writing. Enjoy!

A few beads of sweat rolled down your temple, your bottom lip beginning to sting from how hard you were biting down on it, your brows furrowed in intense concentration, all while you were struggling to finally saw through this one stupid chunk of wood. It was a particularly thick one - you’ve been at it for almost ten minutes, with frustratingly minimal results. The muscles of your right arm were positively aching, pleading for you to drop the shucking saw and just ask somebody for help.

However, your resolve was stronger than your protesting muscles. You could do this. You didn’t need help.

You gave yourself a minute to rest before drawing in a deep, determined breath, and getting right back to it. You couldn’t believe it - will all this effort, you’d only managed to saw through half of it, thus far. Gally always made it look so easy...

“Having a bit of trouble there, baby?”

Your mouth immediately curled in a little grin at the deep sound of his voice. Gally’s voice. As if on cue, just when you were beginning to think about him.

The Keeper of the Builders, who you now proudly called your boyfriend, seemed to have a sixth sense for those things. To anything that had to do with you, really.

It’s been a bit over a week, since you two had made the fateful transition from close friends to something much, much more thrilling. And even though it hasn’t been that long since the change of your relationship’s nature, you could say, without question or a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve never felt happier.

The way Gally treated you on the daily, with such gentleness, care, and endless affection, made your heart bloom with delight at his mere presence. You couldn’t say you had been shocked by his manner - he’s always been kind to you, since the moment you two have met. But seeing this side of him, the loving and warm side, the one nobody else but you got to see, was a gift in itself. You believed you were immensely lucky that Gally returned your feelings and wanted you by his side, and you couldn’t wish for someone better. To you, there was no one better - simple as that.

As of this moment, you chose to bite back a cheeky remark in response to Gally’s slightly teasing question. Instead, you straightened out your posture, allowing your grin to grow as you loosened your death-grip on the saw handle and turned to face him.

“Me? Not at all! What gave you that impression?” You chirped as Gally chuckled, deeply, taking a big step closer to you. His striking bluish-green eyes peered down at your delicate features, an amused grin playing at the corners of his mouth. God, you could never get used to how attractive he was to you...

“You’re kidding, right? I could hear your grunts all the way from the Deadheads.” He glanced at the saw in your hand, trailing his gaze to the chunk of wood and your underwhelming progress, and swiftly figured out what was causing his girl such distress.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment “Well, not everyone is a big hunk of muscle like you, my Keeper.”

Gally tried to control the blush he instantly knew was about to paint his cheeks. ‘My Keeper’. You’ve been calling him that often since you two became a couple, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love it. It almost always distracted him from whatever he was doing or talking about, but he didn’t mind. He definitely didn’t want you to stop.

Nonetheless, he kept his composure and cleared his throat, grinning down at you “You flatter me, baby. But you’re not wrong.”

You released a light-hearted laugh as he quickly scooted behind you. “Here, let me help.”

You felt a familiar warmth spreading through your body and circling your abdomen as Gally reached around you, his powerful torso nearly pressing against your back, his calloused hand enclosing around your smaller fingers on the handle, in order to guide your movements. Your pulse was already beginning to quicken, your face gradually getting hotter, as you struggled to ignore the effect his closeness was having on you.

“T-Thanks...”

Gally pressed a sweet peck to your cheek as he tightened his grip “Mm-hm. Now, shoulder up...” He instructed, softly, his breath slightly tickling your ear. You did as told. “Yep, just like that. Now lock your elbow. Your arm’s a little wobbly - that’s why it’s taking so much out of you.” Again, you did as he said, doing your earnest to focus on the task at hand, and not on your boyfriend’s low, breathy voice in your ear, or the heat of his strong body, or the way his arms felt around you...

“Like that?” You inquired, timidly, glancing up at his freckled face.

“Exactly. Now, drag it back and forth, and don’t squeeze the handle too hard - you’re just wasting energy that way.”

You took a deep breath and proceeded sawing through the wood, with Gally’s help, as he kept a firm grip on your hand. To your surprise and relief, it really did feel a lot easier, now that you were no longer straining your muscles in all the wrong ways, and in a matter of minutes, the sawed-off piece fell to the ground with a soundly “thump”.

You let out a victorious laugh, causing Gally to chuckle at your reaction. He thought it was entirely too cute.

“Finally! I did it!” You beamed at your boyfriend as he pried the handle out of your hand, placing the saw on the work table before interlacing his fingers with your own.

“You sure did. Next time, if you’re struggling with something, just come get me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, blissfully, giving him a short nod of agreement. “Fine, fine, if you insist...” You mumbled, the urge to kiss him coating your senses and pulling you closer into him. You didn’t fight it. Standing up on your tippy-toes, your linked your arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing your soft lips against his, your ears basking in Gally’s deep hum of satisfaction. His hands wasted no time gripping your waist as he kissed you deeper, his lips moving so seamlessly and tantalizingly against your own, your mind beginning to swim at the sensation.

Despite not wanting to break the kiss, the distant sounds of other gladers working and chattering forced you to stay aware of your surroundings as you reluctantly pulled away from Gally’s lips with a sweet final peck. The builder grinned, giving your waist a languid squeeze before delivering you a wink that almost made your knees buckle.

“As much as it kills me, I gotta get back to work, baby.” He feigned a sneer as you chuckled, nodding in compliance and unwinding your arms from around his neck. You stepped back, already missing his closeness and warmth.

“Same here. Meet you at dinner?”

“You’d better!” Gally smiled, genuinely, before turning on his heels and departing to his task of fixing the Med Hut’s leaky roof.

-later that day-

“Alright, boys, let’s wrap this up. We’ll get back to it first thing tomorrow.” Gally clapped a couple of his builders on their backs - his way of letting them know they had done a good job without actually having to say it. He wasn’t big on dishing out praise and compliments, unless it came to you.

“Whatever you say, boss!” Scott, one of his most capable builders, quipped as he climbed down from the roof, fist-bumping a couple of his friends while they stretched their sore muscles.

Gally huffed to himself before going to pick up his instruments, his tall form disappearing from the guys’ line of vision.

As soon as the Keeper appeared to be gone, Scott’s expression promptly melted from cool to sour, a hint of spite flashing through his eyes.

“Looks like someone’s in a hurry to get back to his girlfriend.” He deliberately over enunciated the last word, frowning, as if just the thought of it was too ridiculous to occur.

Another builder, Jack, cocked a questioning brow at his friend “Oh? Jealous much?”

Scott rolled his eyes in response “I just don’t get it! How did that even happen? Why him? She had like forty shanks to choose from, and she went for him?”

Jack had to snicker at the guy’s plain and obvious jealousy, the sight of it being thoroughly entertaining. “Hey, easy, man! Clearly she sees something we can’t. She’s made her choice - deal with it.”

“Yeah, but did she have to pick the ugliest one? I mean, honestly, if it were someone like Minho, or Ben, or hell, even Newt, I’d sort of get it, but...”

Gally scoffed, bitterly, rejecting the idea of listening to the rest of that lovely conversation. Did they really think he couldn’t hear them? He’s only been a few feet away this whole time, for shuck’s sake. His features darkened, his hands clenching into fists. He knew it was stupid to let something like that get to him - obviously it was nothing more than jealous ramblings of some dumb shank, who would most likely wet himself if he knew Gally had heard him.

Still, as much as he despised to admit it... It stung, hearing that. Mostly because, deep down, some obnoxiously self-deprecating part of him, agreed with Scott’s words.

Gally had never really given much thought to his looks. That is, until you came along. As his feelings for you grew, so did his insecurity. He knew he wasn’t conventionally “hot”. True, he was one of the tallest guys in the glade, and he assumed he had a nice body, thanks to his job as a builder, so he at least had that going for him. His face, however... Gally didn’t believe it was anything to be considered “handsome”. As opposed to you, who he thought was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

He hated this, hated feeling like he didn’t deserve you, hated knowing that you could probably do so much better than him, especially when you weren’t there to reassure him, to tell him otherwise and kiss away his every troubled thought.

Gally growled, internally, his jaw tensing and his knuckles turning white. No, he needed to snap out of it. What the hell? You wanted him. You chose him, you were with him, you were his. He couldn’t let his faith in your devotion to him crumble, just because some dumbass had opened his big resentful mouth.

With an exasperated grunt, Gally stalked off to meet you for dinner, as promised. He was sure that as soon he saw your face, he would forget all about what had just happened. He hoped gazing into your glimmering eyes would be enough to hush every last unwelcome thought. Yet, as hopeful as he was for that, the tension in his broad shoulders remained, as if something heavy was weighing down on him, with very little he could do about it.

-later-

Something deep within you was telling you something wasn’t right. You felt a nagging sting of worry pinching at your heart as you made your way back to Gally’s hut, that you and him now shared.

You couldn’t help but sense that Gally had seemed a bit... off, all throughout dinner. The soft smiles he’d sent your way didn’t reach his eyes. His usually bright bluish-green eyes had been tinged with an underlying bleakness, and you had no clue where it was coming from. You’d tried to ask him about it, but the only response you got was a mumbled “It’s nothing” and a hurried kiss on your cheek.

You didn’t like it. You knew Gally so well by now - you could tell when something was bothering him. You cared about him, deeply, and so, seeing him so obviously anxious about something and not telling you what it was, put you in a bothered state as well.

Whatever it was, you needed to get it out of him. Gally was your boyfriend, and a pretty amazing one at that. If there was anything at all that you could do to help him deal with what was plaguing mind, you would do it, over and over again, if you had to.

You pushed the door open and entered the hut, a loving smile curling your lips as your eyes fell upon Gally. The builder was sitting on the bed, busily scribbling something in his journal, his knit brows and slightly clenched jaw painting his face with a look of pure concentration. Probably sketching in some alterations for the Med Hut expansion. You released a muted giggle, thinking his expression was entirely cute.

Gally immediately looked up at the sound that escaped you, his smile reflecting your own, his deeply focused gaze softening the second it landed on you “Almost bed time, huh?”

“Yes, indeed.” You delivered a little grin as you shut the door behind you and approached him, your delicate hands landing on his shoulders with a pleasant squeeze “And you’re still not done working?” You eyed the journal in Gally’s hands.

He responded with a scratchy chuckle “Perks of being a keeper, baby - I’m never done.” He feigned a deep sigh that made you giggle once more, but nonetheless, placed the journal aside, wanting to give you his full attention.

The only instances where you two got to be truly alone with one another were early in the morning and right before bed, so Gally cherished these moments with you. He would spend every second of every day alone with you if he could, but for the time being, he’d take what ever little scraps of time he could get.

“Well, I’m here now, so... Maybe you’re done, after all?” You smiled, your hands kneading his shoulders in a relaxing manner, feeling his firm muscles slowly release built-up tension under your touch.

Gally grunted, deep in his throat, as his own hands took a hold of your waist, pulling you closer in a not-so subtle motion.

“I sure as hell am, now...” The deep, slightly raspy tone of his voice made you weak in ways you hadn’t imagined before, but you were far from complaining.

With a playful smirk, Gally suddenly fell back on the bed, and you yelped in surprise as with one simple, yet effective tug, he brought you down with, causing you to topple onto him.

“Gally!” You attempted to scold, lightly slapping his chest, but the laughter bubbling from within you, as well as the rising pink hue to your cheeks, let him know how you truly felt about it.

“Aww! Sorry, is this too much?” He asked, almost rhetorically, a cheeky glint dancing in his eyes.

The blush adorning your cheeks only grew as you gazed down at him in pure fascination. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe Gally was yours, that you got to see the side of him everyone else was blind to. You shook your head, leaning down to plant an amorous kiss on his plump lips, as he took no time melting into it with a low-pitched hum. His large hands, warm and eager, gripped your waist tighter as he shifted you both up the bed, until the back of his head almost knocked against the makeshift wooden frame. You whimpered, softly, against his mouth before breaking the kiss. You witnessed, with a tinge on satisfaction, that his freckle-littered cheeks were now even redder than your own, his breath escaping through his parted lips as he stared at you like you were something out of this world.

Gally felt like he could never get enough of you. Your closeness had his heart nearly beating out of his chest, and the intoxicating sensation of your lips on his sent him reeling with more need than he knew what to do with. However, as he gazed at you, taking in every detail of your breathtaking features, his mind involuntarily called back to his inner turmoil, a couple hours prior. The spark in his eyes dulled, the corner of his lips twitching with a barely-noticeable frown as he was pulled back into that loathsome state of self-doubt he’d tried so hard to fight against.

The rapid change in his expression, as minimal as it was, did not evade your notice. In a blink of an eye, your dream-like state morphed to concern as you reached up a hand to cup his warm cheek “Hey... Gally, what’s wrong?”

He huffed a light puff of air, tilting his head to nuzzle his face into your cupped hand, the small gesture nearly making you swoon.

“It’s nothing. Stupid. Don’t worry about it, baby.” Gally mumbled, the response identical to the one you’d received at dinner.

Well, that wasn’t going to be good enough this time. You frowned in sympathy “Yeah, that’s what you said earlier, too. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t believe it now.”

Gally relinquished a hushed groan, evidently reluctant to share what was on his mind, but all you wanted was for him to know that there was nothing in the world he couldn’t talk to you about. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the exasperated crease on his forehead, momentarily feeling it smoothen out under your lips.

“Come on... please? I can’t go to sleep if I know something’s bothering you.”

Gally sighed, deeply, his intent gaze meeting your own, and once again you were met with the somber pool of dejection that you had been so quick to spot.

To say he was hesitant to discuss it would be an understatement, but the plea in your gaze and soft voice was impossible for him to ignore. There probably wasn’t a single thing you couldn’t get out of him.

With a defeated grunt, Gally reached a hand up to carefully thread his calloused fingers through your silky hair, his voice dipping an octave lower as he finally spoke “Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like I’m good enough for you, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched at the mere sound of those words leaving his mouth. You felt a ferocious urge to stop him right then and there, yet... you didn’t. No, you couldn’t interrupt. You asked for this, for his honesty, so now he was giving you exactly that. You had to let him finish.

“I mean... You could’ve had anyone. Absolutely shuckin’ anyone, but for a reason I still don’t fully understand, you’ve picked me.” Gally bit the inside of his cheek, his rough fingertips turning cold as he let the words fall from his mouth. “I know what people are thinking. ‘What the hell is an amazing, sweet, funny, beautiful girl like you, doing with one of the ugliest shanks here?’. And you know what? I hate it, but they’re not wrong.”

Every sentence shot an icy pain through your heart as you had to bite your bottom lip to physically restrain yourself from shutting him up. You couldn’t stand that Gally was so critical of himself, especially when you saw him as the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

“And please don’t take this the wrong way - I’m not doubting your... feelings for me, and I’m so lucky that they’re even there, it’s just...” He trailed off, briefly, wanting to choose his next words carefully. “It’s a bit of a struggle to understand. Because you deserve the best, and I’m... well, hardly that.”

A short pause. Finally, it sounded like he was finished, and now it was your time to let him know precisely how you felt about all of it.

With a preparatory intake of air, you cupped his face in both hands, making him look nowhere else but at you, your eyes shining with determined empathy. “Gally... I chose you, because it’s always been you. Forty shanks here, and not one of them ever made me feel even a fraction of what you make me feel. I can’t explain why, because it’s not something that has an explanation - I don’t have an alphabetised list of reasons why I fell for you! I just... did. Because of who you are - that’s everything about you. And I don’t know who you’re calling ‘ugly’, because it sure as hell isn’t my boyfriend.” You paused, watching his eyes as he stared at you, mesmerized, without blinking, his mouth falling slightly agape as you could practically hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest. “So... Yeah, I can confidently say, without question, that I’m pretty happy with what I chose.”

After a few seconds of wired silence, Gally finally broke out of his entranced stupor, his voice nearly quivering as he traced a finger down the soft curve of your jaw.

“And what is it, that you chose?”

His touch made the loving warmth within you spread like wildfire, soothing your throbbing heart and coaxing a delicate grin to etch your lips “The best.”

At that, Gally released a short, incredulous huff, but couldn’t find it in himself to question it any further. You were truly a gift to him, a gift he had no idea what he’d done to deserve. In that moment, all the worries he’d had were effectively silenced, pushed away into the farthest, deepest crevices of his mind, not to be heard from again in a long time, if ever. Not a minute more would be wasted caring about anyone else’s opinion on your relationship with him. The only one that mattered was yours, and that’s the one he would hold into, for as long as you’d allow it. For as long as you’d want him.

Gally’s muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into him, tightly and protectively, as he buried his face in your hair, trying to get you as close as humanly possible, and still feeling like it wasn’t enough.

You responded by nuzzling into the warm crook of his neck, your lips pressing the gentlest of kisses to his sun-kissed skin, the heat of his strong chest soaking into you and shrouding you in an impenetrable sense of comfort and love. His love. The type nothing else could compare to or dare to challenge.

“You know, the day you change your mind will definitely be the most devastating of my life...” Gally whispered, almost inaudibly, the consuming safety of his embrace clouding your senses.

All you could do was breathe a soft chuckle, holding onto him tighter as your lips murmured against his neck “I guess it’s a good thing that day isn’t coming.”

Because in your mind, with all the uncertainties and uneasiness that surrounded the glade, that was the one thing you didn’t have a single doubt about. It was him. Gally. And there was no one better.

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softluci · 3 years

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aggressive affection, i think

(part two here!)

[ @yourlocalsinnamonroll (hi!) sent me an ask to do more gen z headcanons and i started working on something for her, except it isn’t actually a set of headcanons, but rather a really long...one-shot? but anyway, i thought of actual headcanons that i can share now, so i can return to my ROOTS hopefully this will do in the meantime. ]

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

lucifer

“blindsided,” does not even begin to describe what you’ve done to this man. while his recovery time was quick, he was still so, so confused.

all he said was, “you look nice today,” why did you threaten to kiss him? was that even a threat?

he doesn’t know because you said, “stop before you get kissed on the mouth,” but it doesn’t matter because you failed to consider that he is obsessed with you in dire need of a kiss on the mouth, and you, silly thing that you are, just provided conditions under which he can get one.

that said, have fun trying to explain to this man that you were joking while he’s holding you against him with the most smug look on his dumb little face. if you don’t wanna kiss him, okay, but by the time he feels like letting you go, your face is gonna be scorching and you will have properly learned not to do that again. unless you enjoyed yourself, in which case—

by the way, if you believe in a higher power, you had better pray he doesn’t do this to you because now that you’ve planted the idea in his villainous little brain, he’s just biding his time. so the next time you compliment him innocently, and he says, “be quiet before i kiss you,” like the monster he is, assert your dominance by kissing him first, it’s the only way to maintain your dignity.

mammon

why would you do that to him. he is literally in love with you, you can’t be doing this. he knows he’s an attractive person, but you can’t tell him that, and you especially can’t do it by flirting with him, it’s embarrassingly disarming. especially since he was going to make fun of you once he saw that you were looking at the issue of majolish with him on the cover. he had a plan and everything, and you ruined it. he was gonna say something dumb cool, after which you would be embarrassed , and he would laugh.

but then you looked at him, said, “i’m gonna eat you,” and his entire plan was thwarted. now you have to stand there and watch him struggle to form a sentence while his face gets red. you should take this opportunity to bite him, give him a little nom on the shoulder or something, just to razz him. it’ll be great, i promise.

luckily, he can’t even think about doing this to you without having to lie down, so you should be safe—unless, of course, he catches both you and himself by surprise. so if you get nommed on, you had it coming.

levi

you menace. you absolute villain. you’re laughing.

levi was about to go into a match he was nervous about, and then you said, “it’s okay, no matter what happens, i will always wanna make out with you,” and then he dropped his controller and blacked out, and you’re laughing.

you’re terrible. absolutely awful. acquaint yourself with shame while you blow cool air into his face and shake him awake.

when he does wake up, and he reminds you that he’s the avatar of envy, do nawt be surprised.

try to explain to him that you were kidding and let it slip that you say these types of things to everyone and you’re getting a tail around your waist. no matter how much he might stutter while he makes his point, the fact remains that he’s the only one you’re allowed to say these things to now. you can do it to the others while he’s not around if you feel so inclined, but he’s going to find out eventually, so good luck explaining yourself while he doesn’t keep his tail still when he uses it to hold you in place.

your only saving grace here is that he is physically incapable of doing it to you, but, you know. that probably gets overridden by how possessive he’s gonna get.

satan

you’re deranged. or just really confident. or a fool. it doesn’t matter, you fucked up. he said a normal thing, and then you threw him for a loop.

you were nervous about an exam the next day, he said, “you’re a capable person, you have nothing to be worried about.”

and then you, evidently forgetting that he is not one of your human friends, said, “flattery will get you made out with,” and tried to walk away.

first of all, how was that flattery? he was stating a fact. second of all, who said he didn’t wanna make out with you🤨. he never said that, you are making assumptions about him and his character.

anyway, he has no idea where you think you’re going, but you didn’t make it very far before he caught up to you anyway.

when he repeats what you said back to you in the form of a question, with that deceptively polite look on his face, know that he is being rhetorical. do not bother trying to explain yourself, it’ll be difficult to do so in a convincing manner while he’s backing you up to the nearest wall. do not be surprised when he takes this opportunity to blindside you with praise, directly into your ear, with that fatally smooth voice of his. and do NAWT be surprised when he pulls back and says, “why am i not being made out with?” with a dumb little smile. it brings him a lot of joy to see you squirm.

you don’t even have a saving grace here. this man is ruthless, he’s gonna do this to you literally whenever he wants, and he won’t even let you look away, let alone run away, so find joy in the monster you have created.

asmo

listen. unless you are genuinely empty headed, there is absolutely no way you did this on accident.

he wasn’t even doing anything out of character either, it was the middle of self-care night, he was putting moisturizer on your face for you, and he went, “you’re even cuter up close,” which is a normal, tame thing for him to say.

so unless you just have uncontrollable knee-jerk reactions, no way did you say, “so make out with me then,” to this man, by accident.

you’re lucky he has some knowledge of the fact that you sometimes say things that aren’t smart, so he didn’t just immediately jump on you; however, you are by no means in the Clear.

you blinked and he was nose to nose with you and basically in your lap. now you have to deal with his wandering hands while you try and explain yourself—that is, if you can even overcome how flustered you are, which you probably can’t. luckily, he knows you probably didn’t mean it, but he’s still asmo, so he takes it upon himself to be respectfully heinous like the gentleman he is.

so when he somehow manages to get even closer to you and says, “honey, you should really get a handle on those impulses of yours, unless you plan on following through,” like the bastard he is, know that from that point forward, whatever happens is on you.

here is another man with whom you have no saving grace; now that you’ve given him the idea that he can be more explicit with you,,, well.

beel

you’re a heathen. why would you do something like this. well, you know what, maybe you aren’t that much of a heathen, considering that you did bake cookies for him. that was really sweet of you, so he thanked you and complimented your skill, like a regular person.

so why, exactly, did you say, “i only accept thanks in the form of kisses, preferably with tongue,” ? something is genuinely not right with you.

now you have this man standing there, confused and red in the face. he’s trying to do the math, and nothing is adding up. like, it’s definitely doable, he can definitely do that, but, like, why would you make this request so suddenly?

this is probably the only instance in which you can coherently say, “i was kidding, you don’t actually have to do that,” and it almost doesn’t work.

you absolutely should not have been leaning against the counter because now he’s standing in front of you, and you have nowhere to run.

however, the thing about beel is that he is someone who flusters people without meaning to, so he has no idea of the effect that his, “are you sure?” has on you.

luckily, you’re still mostly coherent because you know that beel isn’t heinous like his brothers, so you manage to tell him that he doesn’t have to kiss you if he doesn’t want to because you were kidding.

you have every right to be surprised when, all of a sudden, you’re sitting on the counter, and he says, “why do you think i don’t want to?”

do you have a saving grace with this man? kind of. he would never say what you said or something similar, but the next time he compliments you and you choose to be normal and say, “thank you,” he’s gonna ask if he should kiss you, so try not to collapse.

belphie

now. he isn’t the Worst Person you could’ve done this with. but by god you are out of your mind.

your first mistake was choosing to lie down next to him, not because you had plans to be a menace, but because he is always a menace and has a thing for reminding you, which he can do more easily when you’re in proximity to him.

so when he said, out of nowhere, “are you ticklish?” you should’ve just rolled away, which wouldn’t have worked, but it would have been less chaotic then saying, “you are legally required to make out with me before you try and find out.”

you said it so casually that he was almost stunned into staying still, but his recovery time was excellent.

the next thing you knew, you were laying underneath a very smug, very menacing man, who seemed entirely too prepared to listen to what you had to say for once.

“legally?”

okay, so, maybe you should’ve chosen your words more carefully, but he was seconds away from tickling you, so you didn’t exactly have time to defend yourself. you can never backtrack with belphie anyway, so it makes sense that you went headlong into your claim, telling him that yes, this is, in fact, the law of the land.

“i was never one to pay attention to the law, but since you’re being so insistent, i guess i don’t really have a choice—”

leave it to him to pretend like you’re a burden as if he isn’t literally head over heels in love with you like everyone else fond of you. bastard.

there is absolutely nothing to save you from this man. he isn’t tactful enough to wait for an opportunity to do this to you, like satan or lucifer, so expect to be Just Sitting There when he tells you that you’re required to make out with him right this instant—it’s the law.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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urlkssknt · 3 years

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loving can be easy

warnings!! nsfw!! mature content

dad!johnny x wife!reader

the sun shone brightly, casting a warmth that was almost unbearable with its rays. johnny sat at the table that was accompanied with a large umbrella, trying to stay hidden from the blazing sun, much to his dismay, from spending the past week in the sun, a golden glow had accompanied his skin. to compliment his new tan, his wife dressed him up in a white silk button up and black trousers. the sleeves of the shirt were short, just long enough to tease the muscle he was hiding underneath. mentally, johnny thanked jaehyun for forcing him to attend a gym, the time spent there feeling all gross and sweaty paid off when johnny caught his wife ogling him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. sat by the older man's side, with a book also in his hands, was his son jacob. he had grown tired from playing with his baby sister with the sun blaring down on them and went to seek peace and refuge, in the form of his dad. they had both sat in silence, enjoying the quiet and calm atmosphere.

as the two boys were reading, a little further from them, out of earshot but still in eyesight, was y/n and chunhwa. intentionally, y/n had matched the colour of her dress to her husband's shirt. her soft white dress stopped at her knees and gave a perfect view of her collar bones and slender neck, free of any markings. y/n held her daughter's hand as they both tried to find the prettiest flowers to make a bouquet from. so far they had been successful.

"i'm tired," the four year old groaned as her skin felt sticky with sweat. y/n chuckled before lifting her daughter into her arms.

"let's go back to daddy and jake, hmm?" y/n watched as chunhwa rested her small head against her shoulder. the hot weather had taken a toll on both of the kids. sweetly, y/n caressed her daughter's back.

within a few minutes they had reached the cobblestone path that lead them to the table that johnny and jake were occupying. the sight of her older brother caused chunhwa to stir, wanting to be put down so she could run to him. in her childish eyes, there was no one more perfect than her older brother. chunhwa ran to him as fast as her small little legs could.

"don't run!" jacob said with a scowl, the action didn't go unnoticed by his dad, before scooting in his chair to make room for his sister. jacob began to speak softer at the feeling of johnny’s intense stares, "you could have fell." chunhwa didn't mind getting told off by her brother because it meant he was paying attention to her, just like her dad would pay attention to her mum.

although, there were four chairs spread around the circular table, johnny found himself gesturing for his wife to sit with him. he tucked his chair out slightly, scraping against the gravel on the floor, and held his hands out for her to join him on his lap. johnny always had to have his wife within his arms whenever she was near, she was like an enigma.

"did you find any nice flowers?" johnny asked as he rested his arms around y/n's waist, bringing her close to him as he possibly could. y/n nodded as she chose a single pink flower, from the bunch that were collected, and rested it on johnny’s ear. as sweet as sickeningly possible, johnny smiled at his wife before pressing a chaste kiss to the side of her head.

as soon as the sun began to set, the family of four moved indoors, where the air conditioning was blasting and they were collecting all the items of the second home. johnny had originally planned to buy the cottage they were residing in as a birthday gift for y/n but somehow his father beat him to it and offered it as a wedding gift, claiming that it was all his mother's idea.

despite the heat, the two children were able to fall asleep peacefully in their individual bedrooms, even though it took everything out of y/n to get chunhwa used to sleeping in her own bed. having zero energy left, y/n sighed as she collapsed onto the bed, johnny snorting from beside her. "get your cute ass up, we have bags to pack." he said from his seat on the floor, surrounded by clothes.

"john, i'm so tired," y/n rolled over on the bed to get closer to her husband's side, "can we not just do this tomorrow morning?" with one glance at her exhausted expression, johnny sighed as he left the clothing articles on the floor and joined y/n on the bed. he slipped an arm under her head as the other rested against her waist, rubbing small circles on her hip. y/n let out a content hum as she began to close her eyes.

johnny couldn't suppress the desire to hold her face, his warm hand leaving her hip and caressing her cheeks with his thumb. it had been so long since they had a moment where it was solely just the two of them; no work, no kids, nothing.

“you better not complain in the morning,” johnny began to pepper his wife’s face with kisses, showering her with attention. y/n's eyes fluttered open as she was about to say something to defend herself. however, her husband saw it was an opportunity to kiss her senseless. his hand moved down to cup her jaw as he slowly but deeply kissed her, making her loose all senses. y/n's fingers crushed the silk material of his shirt as she grasped onto his chest.

"the kid's are asleep," she breathed as johnny had pulled back for a moment. only for him to shift their positions, y/n was no longer on her side but lead on her back, staring up at him with full blown eyes. she fought to let out a groan as he unbuttoned his shirt off of him, only to expose his bare torso to her. within the next few seconds, johnny clambered over her again, lips attached with hers, hands trailing down her body leaving a hot burning trail in it's midst. he had nestled himself sweetly between her thighs, a position that they hadn't been in a long time. his lips began to trail down south, teeth grazing against her neck, biting at her skin every so often, before softly kissing her clothed stomach. "how about we make baby number three, hmm?" the idea of her stomach swelling with his child, had increasingly become too much for him to handle. johnny looked up at his wife, the dark look of lust dancing in his eyes. "i'll fuck you on this bed till you become pregnant with my baby," the whispers of his lewd words in y/n's ears left her biting her lip to conceal her moans, it didn't help that johnny’s wandering hands were dipped under her dress, so close to where she needed him most. he could see from her heaving chest and the desire burning in her eyes, that she needed this as badly as he did.

“come on mommy, don’t you want me to fill you up?” johnny’s fingers slipped past her soaked underwear, pressing just the tips of his fingers against her clit. the other hand squeezed the flesh of her soft breast, perfectly accommodating to the size of his palm. y/n whimpered at the sensations, red heat flushing her cheeks. “of course you do,” johnny scoffed at his wife’s face, so desperate for him, “you’re such a slut for me that you already gave me two kids.”

"i swear to god johnny seo, if you don't touch me you won't be having anymore kids," the demanding tone of y/n's voice didn't sit well with johnny’s fat ego and she knew it wouldn't, it would only rile him up. johnny aggressively smashed his lips against hers as a way to shut his wife up. there was no longer any sense of sweetness, just pure desire. he let out a small groan at the feeling of fingers brushing against his bulge, as y/n hurriedly began to unbuckle his designer belt and push his slacks down. a harsh curse was muttered under johnny’s breath as y/n groped his length.

the pair rid themselves of all articles of clothing, leaving them bare in each other’s presence and wandering hands. johnny’s lips found his partner’s once again, kissing with such intensity that he stole all her oxygen. y/n moans were swallowed by johnny as he quickly eased himself into her warm cunt. no matter how often they indulged in each other, the tightness of y/n’s cunt never differed, even after birthing his children.

slowly, johnny began to rock his hips into y/n’s, not being able to stay still in her warmth for long. “you won’t leave this bed till your pregnant, do you understand?” his demand was met with the sound of his wife moaning in agreement under him. johnny smirked, his face full of pride. he had barely touched y/n yet she was already drunk off his ministrations.

johnny knew his wife’s body like the back of his hand. he knew where to tickle to make y/n a giggling mess. he knew where the scar, from when she fell over trying to chase after him, was on her knee. he also knew where to touch to give his wife the most pleasurable orgasm, that would leave her senseless.

one hand fisted into the bedsheets to hold himself whilst johnny’s other hand rubbed small circles against y/n’s sensitive and swollen clit, her walls clenched in response to the overbearing pleasure.

“right there john,” y/n managed to mewl out, she was too afraid that if she said anything more her children might wake up. the last thing either of them wanted was for one of their kids to walk in on them.

johnny lowered himself till he was near y/n’s ear, “ah, did mommy forget what to call me?” despite her disgust at the title, johnny knew that his wife loved it, he could practically feel the effect it had on her and her throbbing walls.

“d-daddy...” y/n threw her head back at the feeling of her husband kissing along her chest, eager to leave marks in the form of multiple blooming bruises. y/n gasped at the feeling of johnny’s lips around her breast, he lightly tugged at her nipple, eliciting a cry from his wife.

the bedroom was quiet, y/n and johnny trying their best to keep their volume at a minimal level. johnny let out a guttural groan when he felt his wife’s cunt spasming around his dick. he was so close. his thrusts became sloppier before completely stilling as his cum filled the walls of flesh. exhaustion slowly began to overcome the man, soft hot breath falling between his wife’s neck.

“i hope we have another boy,” johnny’s voice was low. having no more strength, his body draped over y/n’s, crushing her under him so the poor woman couldn’t leave him, not that she ever would. y/n raked the dark locks of her husband’s soft hair between her fingers. a soft smile falling on her face when she noticed johnny leaning into her touch ever so slightly.

“what do you think about twins?”

#nct johnny #johnny seo #johnny x reader #johnny imagines #johnny smut #nct 127 imagines #nct #nct 127

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rrasado · 3 years

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Hello Rras-san, if you have a free time, can you please do a TW headcannon request. Please do a headcannon of the dorm leaders meeting GN! MC’s mother, who is similar to Lady Dimitrescu, with the towering height and glowing eyes. I’m curious about what’s their reaction. Thank you and stay safe.

Meet the Mother

I’m also praying for them at this point dkdndj ive only ever seen Lady Dimitrescue in like clips and tiktoks but I know fully well she’d slice me in half.

When they meet your mom

As someone who also has an intimidating mother, he’d likely be less as shaken as the other dorm leaders dkdn. He really has to look up just to meet her gaze and when he does well..he wasn’t sure what the safest option should be

It’s more on how he meets her in my opinion, if it was planned and on purpose then a little mental pep talk would save him BUT, once he comes face to face with her. Boy would he feel tiny. Like an ant or a door mouse I suppose

“I-it’s a pleasure to meet you madam”

Would momentarily forget how to speak given the sudden chill Riddle would feel once his simple gaze locks with glowing orbs but hey he’ll get used to it djdjd

Knowing how much moms can be scary, he’d makes sure to watch what he says with Mc’s mother regardless. Even if she does offer a cup of tea to the redhead.

Leona can easily go both ways but both routes end up with him just- immediately straightening up his posture because hand to god his already tall stature isn’t enough to measure up with MC’s mother.

Oddly enough, the initial fear and intimidation becomes subtly respect and admiration. Unlike in his home where beast women were revered for their strength. Your mom was normal in biology yet..has twice the effect

“Your mom...?. Nice to meet you I guess..”

Don’t take his reluctancy to answer as hesitance, as a beast one should survey their situation, he’s just testing the water and how much exactly he can dip. More so when his senses all seek to hyphen when your mother looks at him with that killing gaze of hers.

Suffice it to say Leona is the second to take it calmly, you’ll know who’s the first later on dkdn. Tho it would explain to him why you yourself have little to no fear in this school.

Azul, is on the caught off guard side, more specifically- he thought and normal height was exclusive to fae and merfolk so hoW TF- please excuse his sudden faltering he needs time to process.

His first instinct is well, treat her like how he treats the tweels...if the tweels were women and stand at an astonishing 9ft height-

“My my it’s quite the prestige to meet you Madam~”

Behind that cover up of an introduction is an irked octo who feels like a guppy and would rather sink in his octopot. He’ll do what he does best and make do with the situation, perhaps he can use this opportunity to his advantage who knows..

What he does know is that, fear and bigger people aren’t only from the depths. Literally.

Kalim Kalim tut tut tut our dear sunshine please calm down- he likely has a habit of, always meeting someone in eye contact, but the one time he regrets this is when he meets gazes with your mom.

When he looked it felt like he was pulled out or something? He’d never admit it but it was like when he was staring at Jamil during his overblot. Except in this case it’s well...normal. And not of danger?

“Nice to meet you! Would you like anything?”

He’ll use his hospitality to make up for whatever initial slip up he’s made so far. There’s something about your mother that makes him wanna..be decent to at the very least. He has good Intuition when the situation calls for it and this was one of those times.

By the end of the day he’ll compliment your mother for the powerful aura she gives off. To which it’s met with an all knowing smile.

Vil, we all know he’s an actor, someone who’s been in the entertainment industry for so long. Which by extension means he’s seen his fair share of extreme things.

But a behemoth woman wasn’t one of them, especially one without effects nor magic nor special blood whatsoever- no no darling he isn’t scared maybe shaken but he uses his skills to put on the charm and try deflecting your mother’s naturally intimidating aura with a charismatic smile.

“It’s quite the honor to meet your presence Miss.”

A dash of charm here and there and you got the two getting along nicely, Vil even using his vast knowledge of beauty cosmetics and ways to intricately form viable compliments to your mother to which she finds amusing.

But when your mother leaves you’ll Shiite literally see him stopping to catch a breathe, it seems keeping up charisma also takes toll on the star. He’ll admit..now he knows here your beauty comes from. But that’s what he hears from rook anyways..

Idia for some reason I’d feel like. He is fuming on the spot not out of fear but more on admiration cause, as common as tall people are in his family assuming his height is from genes. It’s rare to find tall people in the norm.

She really does remind him of a lot of characters from franchises he follows. But his anxiety knows better than to start rambling about the comparison to your ever glowering mother

“H-hi- great seven I c-can’t-“

You’ll have to ease him of his nerves, he really doesn’t know how to handle the feeling because he really is torn between that anxiety and admiration. Better idea to also bring Ortho along if he does meet your mother.

He is tall as well but he still needs to look up and try not to collapse from the glowing gaze and ever amused smirk on your mom’s face. It feels like he’s being looked down on which he literally is but he also doesn’t wanna just run away out of fear of disrespecting her.

Ahhh yes, the unbothered one, well to be specific the “curious” one. MC are you sure you are not part fae or your family having history of one? How peculiar...

In short malleus is the best person to introduce your mother with given how normal he treats her to which your mother finds nice for a change of pace, yes she may still have to look down a bit to meet his gaze but honestly I think malleus has the capacity to make himself taller if it’ll make your mother more comfortable.

“I presume this is much better for us Miss”

A true gentleman through and through. The only reason he isn’t as fazed as the others is because of how much he’s already seen through his lifetime. But still that is not to say your mother is a norm oh no no no far from it in his book.

After all that gaze of hers wasn’t something normal even for him. Perhaps the nice chat you’ll all share will clear things up? Maybe so.

#whY ISN’T MY QUEUE WORKING I-#no wonder my posts havnt been getting notes smh #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ツイステッドワンダーランド #rras writes #writings from the eclipse

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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May you please do 1,23,57,11,17 with James overstimulating the heck out of the (female) reader?

James March Overstimulating the Heck Out of You

I swear I’m working through requests! I’m sorry it’s so so long! I just love this man so much! As always, requests and feedback are appreciated.

I obviously recommend reading the whole thing, but if you want the smut then skip to the paragraph that begins “You are going to make this up to me”

Words- 3.2k

1. “Please, let me taste you.”

23. “I’m proud of you.”

57. “I won’t stop until you pass out.”

11. “You’re fucking hot when you cry.”

17. “One last time, please?”

Enjoy :)

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You sit at the Cortez bar, moving your glass around on its edge, swirling your martini in circles. You look at it longingly and deep in thought, which is immediately noticed by Liz.

“Something on your mind, honey?”, she says, and stops wiping down the counter to lean down slightly in front of you, with a worried expression on her face.

You break out of your trance and look at her and smile warmly at how much she cares about you.

“I just have a question…”, you hesitate and quickly explain. “Because of course you’ve known James a lot longer than I have, and of course I value your opinion”.

Liz’s worried expression turns into a laugh and she picks up her cloth to get back to work.

“Spit it out”.

You laugh awkwardly and look back down at your glass, to think exactly what to say.

“Is James, sensitive?”, you ask. A blank expression covers her face, as she waits for you to say more. You feel defeated and sigh before explaining.

“I know he has a big ego, and I would honestly hate to hurt him, but recently…he’s not been too great. I’ve even had to…you know”. You close your eyes to avoid eye contact.

“Fake it”.

A huge laugh erupts from Liz as she shakes up another martini for you. You watch awkwardly, waiting for her laughing to come to a halt and give you some advice. Sadly, she doesn’t stop. You look at her slightly upset and she immediately tries to calm herself.

“Girl, why is it such a big deal? If he isn’t doing good, tell him”.

An unknown voice from behind you chuckles warmly before sitting down next to you. He looks at you with a friendly smile and orders a whiskey from Liz. She promptly gives him his order and refills your drink too. You thank her and take a sip from your drink, while the stranger takes the opportunity of being out of your vision to look at you, up and down. He fixates his sight on your cleavage before you look at him, quickly forcing him to snap out of it. Though you were obviously loyal to James, it was nice to know that other men were still interested in you, despite some of your insecurities.

“Imagine having a lady like this, and forcing her to fake orgasms”, he clicked his tongue a few times before smirking at you. “What a waste”. His compliments redden your cheeks and make you let out breathy laughs. His penetrating gaze on you made you warm inside.

“What’s your name?”, you happily ask the stranger.

“Will”. He replies and smiles back at you. Before he has a second to bounce the question back at you, you feel strong hands around your waist. You look over your shoulder straight away to see a very angry and tense James March behind you, pulling your waist off the bar stool.

“I apologize dearly, but we have to go”, James snaps keeping his eyes on the still smirking man.

“No worries, see you later, darling”, Will says and winks at you, before taking a big drink of whiskey.

James looks at him with his jaw tensed and puts his arm around your waist tightly, before walking away with you. You try to keep up with his quick and angry pace as he takes you to your room, staying silent the whole trip there. He opens the door and pushes you in the room. You stumble in trying to not fall over, and you turn to look at him as he slams the door shut and locks it. You smile at him innocently.

“Don’t play innocent with me now, darling!”, he barks at you, coming close to you. “Is this what you do when I’m not around? Must you have constant attention?”. Instead of answering his questions, you kiss him. He kisses you back forcefully and grabs you by the waist, heading for the bed. He rips your white satin dress off in one quick motion and throws it to the ground before pushing you on the bed.

“I’m going to remind you to whom you belong”, he says sternly and climbs over you. “Because clearly you must have forgotten”. James takes off his blazer and starts to unbuckle his belt. “I haven’t forgotten”, you say sweetly, and pull him closer to your face by his tie. You whisper seductively, “I’m all Will’s”. His expression switches from slightly jealous to intense anger at you. Although he knew you were only pushing his buttons, your disobedience made it clear that you didn’t care for the consequences. And he couldn’t have that.

He straddles you and takes his tie off and uses it to tightly restrain your hands to the bed frame. As he is securing a tight knot on one of your wrists, you use your hand to palm him through his pants and start to unzip them. He glares at you but continues working at your hands and doesn’t stop until you unzip his fly completely and take out his pulsing cock and stroke him. He quickly grabs your wrist and ties a knot around it. “Please let me taste you, Sir”, you beg. Although James was a fan of Daddy, respectful words like Sir and Mr. March were his kryptonite. Usually, they get a very enthusiastic response, but instead he shakes his head and laughs darkly.

“You truly believe you can get away with anything”. You giggle at him but quickly stop when he stares at you. He gets off the bed and starts to loop his belt back through his pants, and quickly puts on his blazer too. He smiles sarcastically at your confused expression and grabs his cane. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens as he begins to walk towards the door. You shout his name repeatedly, but he doesn’t stop, until he walks towards the clock on the wall. He gently takes it off and sets it down on the desk facing down.

“Why would you do that? James please! Please don’t leave me here!”, you beg him and pull at your restrains, which do not move in the slightest.

“James! What if somebody walks in?”, you whine desperately and wriggles around the bed. James gives you a quick glance and chuckles at your desperation but instead of helping you, he gives you a quick wave and shuts the door behind him. You scream his name but quickly regret it, hoping that it doesn’t attract the attention of anybody else. The bed creaks slightly as you jump around trying to get your restraints off, but only hurting your wrists in the process. You wince and decide to stay still, but quickly come to realize that you don’t even know how long James will leave you here for. Assumingly until you learn your lesson. Even the sheer idea of him coming back and punishing you for being a brat makes you even wetter than before. You whine to yourself as you rub your legs together, attempting to get some release on your tingling crotch, but instead just looking like a cricket. You huff when it doesn’t work and try to relax your body, looking up at the ceiling. Though you knew it would only make your situation worse, your mind couldn’t help but wander to filthy scenarios in which James punishes you for being such a bad girl.

After what felt like an hour, you hear steps coming towards your bedroom door and the handle turn. Your cheeks flush red in embarrassment and you shut your eyes tightly, hoping that it was James. The loud slam of the door makes your body jerk and your eyes open, looking at James walking towards you, smiling widely. You huff at him as he steps by the bed looking down at you.

“I think you’ll be happy to know dear, you do not have to worry about Will Drake anymore”, James says happily, and looks at your confused face. Fear runs through your body as he unbuttons his blazer, revealing his blood-stained shirt. He takes it off and carefully hangs it on the chair, taking his time with every step, purposely to annoy you.

You’re lost for words watching James take off his shirt, throwing it in the laundry basket.

“Just because I talked to somebody, you killed him?!”, you spit at him, the effect of your harsh words not getting through to him, as you remain tied up on the bed at his mercy.

“Have you learned your lesson, dearest?”, James says calmly. As if he didn’t just take somebody’s life. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and responsible about his death, and angry at James for being so casual about it.

You try to scold him for what he did as he sits on the edge of the bed, looking at your almost naked body up and down, his face showing no remorse.

“He didn’t deserve to die! He was just being friendly! He was telling me that if I were his girlfriend, I wouldn’t have to fake orgasms!”. The second the last word came out of your mouth, your stern face softened and looked at James, waiting for his reaction. He looks over at sorry face with an enraged expression. He stood up and towered over you as you laid there helplessly. Though his parted lips looked like he was getting ready to shout, he didn’t. Instead, he speedily untied your hands from the bed. You watched him, looking at his tense muscles and chest, combined with his tough and mean expression, making you even wetter.

“You are going to make this up to me”. He growled and pulled you to sit up by your hair. You gasp as he pulls you towards the floor. You get on your knees and watch him sit at the edge of the bed and unbuckle his belt just enough to get his soft cock out. He wedges his foot between your legs to part them and pulls your hands to link behind him. You look up at him, inches away from his dick and wait for permission to put him in your mouth. Though disobedient before, the last thing you needed is for him to tease you longer and delay your orgasm more than already. He shoved himself into your mouth and urgently started suckling on him.

“Do not even think about stopping until I’m hard”, he snapped at you. He keeps his shoe between your legs and rubs it against your crotch making you moan softly around him. He groans as you do so, feeling the vibrations on his dick.

“You’re so wet; you’re polishing my shoe”, he chuckles and grabs your hair, pulling you down further on his now hard cock. He throws his head back as you gag on his length and moan from even the minimal friction you get from his shoe. You close your eyes in humiliation that that little contact can have such an effect on you. James’ grip on the hair at the back of your head tightens and he yanks it, making you open your eyes and look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling”.

He groans and pulls your head off his hard cock. He stands up and pulls you to lay face first on the bed. You lay still and try to look over your shoulder at James, pulling his belt from his pants and folding it in half roughly, he spreads your legs and stands between them, looking down at your perfect ass. He rubs his large hand over your cheek and exhales, minimal contact once against making you melt. As you relax and moan softly, he stops and holds his belt with a tight grip. As you go to look over at what he’s doing, he snaps the belt down on your ass cheek, making you squirm in pain. Your hand instinctively goes to touch your sore mark, but James pushes your hand away, and belts you once again. Heat burned throughout your body, on the inside and out and you whimper. He forcefully pulls down your underwear and rips it all the way off your body. His dominance making you gasp and the cool air hitting your dripping pussy making you shiver. As you breathe heavily and try to relax again, he resumes belting you, this time, not stopping after every one and giving you five new bright red marks. The constant stinging brings tears to your eyes and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to make them go away, but instead forcing them out. As another hard whip hits you, you bite your lip but can’t help letting the tears all fall out and wailing quietly.

“You’re so fucking hot when you cry”. As a proud gentleman, James rarely swore. But the times he did emphasized his words so much and made them so much hotter, that you couldn’t help but bite your lip harder, and look at him. Your teary eyes made James melt and softened, as he rubbed his hand over your thigh lovingly.

“You’re taking your punishment very well, kitten. Why don’t you prove to me that you’ve learned your lesson, and take a few more?”, he suggests. It becomes clear in his much softer tone that he wouldn’t continue striking you if you didn’t want it. It was this slight safety net that made you nod your head at him, willing to try to take as many belts as thought was fit. He spares no time before he steps back slightly and whips across both ass cheeks. You jump and wince, but no longer cry, getting used to the pain, and kind of liking it. He strokes some hair out of your face and turns your head to the side so he can see you. He doesn’t break eye contact as he hits you again and again, several times with no break. You wince repeatedly and once tears return to your eyes, James drops his belt on the bed and takes his pants and underwear off.

“I’m proud of you”. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you up to get on your knees. “I think you may have learned your lesson about teasing me by sharing your attention with other men.”

“However, you still need to make up all those fake orgasms to me”, he says bluntly, slamming into your pussy in one thrust. You moan and bounce forward. You try to prop your body up with your shaky hands, but before you can do that, James grabs your still sore wrists and holds them behind your back, forcing your face into the mattress. He slams into you repeatedly and fills you up deeper every time. Your already dripping wet pussy swallows every inch of him and clenches around him, earning rhythmic moans from James. The sound alone is enough to bring you over the edge and you moan loudly as you cum for him. His pace gets faster and you whine and whimper as you try to look at him with pleading eyes.

“J-James I already-”

“How am I meant to know whether that was real? Perhaps you are a master at the craft of faking orgasms?”, he says sarcastically, letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist, thrusting himself into you and pushing your body onto his, going in deeper. You moan as you still tingle from your previous orgasm, very quickly reaching close to your second. James reaches round and rubs your clit, making you jump from overstimulation, but he doesn’t let you go and continues thrusting in you fast. The extra touch from him brings you to your second orgasm. You moan and swear incoherently, making James chuckle and moan louder. He continues thrusting into you and you lean forward to get away. He pushes you to lay down and kneels on the bed, still fucking you from behind. You become slightly limp as he leans over your flat body, fucking you. Every time his pelvis touches your sore ass, you flinch. He pulls your shoulder up, forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He wraps his big hand around your neck and kisses you shoulder as he thrusts in you, increasingly groaning in your ear.

“James I’ve already cum twice for you”, you say, your voice breaking up with every harsh thrust into your aching and creaming pussy. His grip around your throat tightens.

“I won’t stop until you’ve passed out”. His harsh words make you shiver and as you open your lips to argue, he purposely thrusts hard, pushing against your ass, making you cry out. The stringing and burning mixed with the hard thrusts hitting your g-spot force another orgasm from you. But after a few more movements hitting your ass, you choke back a cry and James instantaneously lets go of your throat and slows down his thrusts slightly. He looks at you and flips you over. He climbs over you and continues moving slowly, looking at your tired face.

“One last time, please? You’re doing so well my darling”. He cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. You nod tiredly and wrap your hands around his neck. He starts thrusting harder but tries to keep his speed reasonable, to not hurt you. However, you liked it, the pain from all the stimulation of the day increasing your pleasure. He kisses your neck and sucks on certain spots that he knows you like, making you moan softly in his ear. You reach down and rub your sore clit to bring you to orgasm quicker, but James pulls your hand away and puts his thumb on it and rubs you. You smile slightly and relax your body, knowing he won’t go too hard on you anymore. He moans and watches you intensely, your lax body bouncing up, causing your boobs to jiggle. The sight of you with dried tears down your cheeks and red rings around your wrists fits right into his corruption kink and groans as he releases in you, making sure to keep up speed on your clit. Watching him come undone and fill you up makes you moan his name and cum one last time. After riding out both of your orgasms for a few more seconds, you close your legs and push him off, too sore on the inside and out for him to continue.

He lays down next to you and kisses where your tears slid down your cheeks. You roll over to face him and he puts his arm around you. After a minute to gather your thoughts and catch your breath, you look at him.

“I promise that next time a man is too friendly with me, I’ll mention you straight away”. James chuckles lightly.

“Instead, darling, please promise me that you will never deceive me with a fake orgasm again”. You smile at him and nod, then peck his lips. “Feel free to flirt with whoever you chose, dearest. Next time, I’ll punish you harder”.

#ahs #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #american horror story #american horror story imagine #ahs smut #american horror story smut #james march #james patrick march #mr march #ahs mr march #james march smut #james march x reader #james march x #james patrick march x reader #mr march x reader #james patrick march smut #smut #overstimulation

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Hi I’m back (I’m the person who asked about Ranpo and Poe),, so what about both of them with a s/o who has a habit of flattery and/or complementing people too much!! Hewdcannons if you don’t mind! Thank you so much, have a nice day!!!

Hey there!

I'm still working on Poe's half of the request, but I was done with Ranpo's part, and I couldn't help but posting it... I'm impatient af 😛

Here they are! I really hope you like em... this is my first time writing hcs, so I might have been too sloppy.. also I kinda wrote a lil too much...😖

The Sweetest Candy

Ranpo x s/o that has a habit of complementing others

• If you compliment and flatter the people you love a lot, then you two are probably made for each other.

• All that ranpo wants is someone to praise him. Or atleast thats what everyone thinks.

• In reality, ranpo considers it to be his mission to make you feel loved, and often flatters you.

• Ranpo has a constant need to be reminded that he is worth it, and that he is better than everyone else. It is his way of boosting his confidence. So when u flatter him, his confidence and ego skyrocket.

• He loves having an audience, and you, being the appreciative person you are, always prove to be an amazing audience

• He really loves having you around.

• Inspite of all this, ranpo isn't looking for a fangirl or a fanboy. He wants a partner that is capable of keeping him grounded, yet makes him feel valued. And you do just that.

• Although, you might sometimes overdo the encouragement, he doesn't mind as he makes it up to you by praising you equally.

• Ranpo never, and I mean NEVER, speaks highly of anyone.

• The closest he had gotten to that was when he had said,"This is like going against Dazai." While plotting against fyodor.

• But this man will PRAISE you.

• You make him feel so loved, so he will return it equally, if not more.

• You get special treatment. You are the sole human being on this planet that gets to have his candy.

• You are also the only person who, according to him, tastes better than candy ;)

• He treats you with utmost respect.

• Whenever you praise him, his brain short-circuits.

• "And that, is how you solve this murder!" Ranpo grins as he solves the mystery.

• "Thats so cool, ranpo! I'm so proud of u!"

• You say as you hug him.

• Ranpo blushes and hides his face in your hair.

• He is soft boy

• Protect soft boy at all costs.

• "Y/N, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met. You are so amazing, that only I deserve to have you!", he says when you two are at the ada, or somewhere public.

• He loves boasting about being the guy you chose, saying things along the line of you being an angel that chose him because he is the best man alive.

• In private, he would have deep meaningful conversations with you, where you both would appreciate and value each other.

• Cue appreciation battles

• "You have no idea how much I love you."

• "Everyday I see your smile, it makes my day ranpo. You work so hard, I adore your determination "

• "You are the most beautiful person ever "

• "Your emerald eyes drown me into an eternal abyss of love. "

• "Your hair is so silky, I want to eat it."

• You blush and laugh it off.

• "No, really. It reminds me of my favourite candy."

• Ranlo says as he brushes your hair with his fingers.

• "A-are you being serious right now..?", you ask.

• He humms.

• You couldn't be more grateful to have him.

• While he seems like a childish guy, he actually is quite mature, but in a fun way.

• He just needs someone who can understand him. And you do. You are the only one who understands him.

• He loves you more than his candy.

• And thats really something.

• Ranpo needs candy and sugary foods to keep his mind working. His high intelligence requires quite a lot of energy, and sugary foods provide it to him.

• Not many understand this, but you do. So you try your best to constantly provide him with small amounts of candy at regular intervals of time.

• You write tiny notes for him too.

• "Hey handsome, got this donut for you. Hope u like it! ;)"

• Ranpo is a smart guy. He notices all of your little actions of affection. You voice your affections, but you also do small things that make his heart flutter.

• Like when you peck his lips randomly, or link your hands with his when he gets confused and doesn't know which route to take. You gently intertwine your fingers with his and guide him through the city, effectively getting him to the destination.

• You are also overly clingy. He loves that. When you randomly come up from behind to hug him, he goes crazy. When you two are lazing around on the couch, and you place his head on your lap, stroking his hair and humming sweet melodies to him, he realizes just how much he loves you.

• You mean the world to him, and he means the world and some more to you.

• You two are honestly made for each other.

• The story completely flips 180 degrees when you complement other people, though.

• Ranpo turns into angry ranpo.

• 'How dare they steal my candy?!' Is all he can think of when someone is getting your attention.

• He would constantly poke your cheek, or call your name to get your attention.

• "Y/NNNNNNN"

• "Yes, love?"

• He would simply smile innocently and act childish.

• "Hug me please."

• "Ok, honey, just give me a minute. I was just about to tell 'random person' how amazingly they handled the situation today."

• "Hug me. Now. They can wait. Can't they." He says while glaring at the concerned individual.

• Kinda gives me dazai vibes ngl

• You would be all confused, though. But would apologize to them and give ranpo a well deserved hug. I mean, he had to suffer so much. He had to see you saying good things about someone other than him. How heartbreaking!

• I think if I continue any longer, I'd end up writing a novel... so now I'll stop..

• Ok just one thing..

• When you both get ready for work, you suddenly nuzzle his neck and mumble a soft," You smell so good, love."

• Then you pull back and check him out.

• "Ravishing."

• And you leave.

• Just like that.

• Things like this make Ranpo fall for you over and over again.

• He loves every bit of your affection.

• Ok I'm going.

• For real now...

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firstbeachgoblin · 3 years

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Not sure if you would be up for writing it, but maybe an imagine with Leah x female reader with lots of fluff and them falling in love?

Meeting her.

Leah Clearwater x Fem!reader.

A/N: Anon, I love Leah Clearwater. my bi heart goes pitter patter.

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Leah’s POV:

I walked through the streets of La Push heading towards the local diner for a quiet breakfast. Luckily there weren’t many people out so far to throw pitied glances; living in a small town had its disadvantages, every one knew my business in one way or another.

The sky was clear for once with the exception of a few wispy clouds, illuminating the remaining layer of fog that lingered between the trees and along the pavement. It was quiet. Clouds were painted with the faint pink and orange glow that was comparable to the likes of cotton candy.

It gave me something to be thankful for today. I could always count on the natural beauty of La Push to put me in a better mood.

Jingles rang out from the bells that hung off the door handle to the diner indicating to the staff that someone arrived. The clock read 7:30.

“Good morning!” A sweet voice called from the back of the restaurant sending my heart fluttering which was rare. A feeling I hadn't felt in years and it felt good.

I said hello back and took a seat glancing once more out the window grabbing the menu that stuck up behind the napkin holder.

Scanning down the laminated menu it was effortless to feel happy, my world was making sense again in the moment; I could confidently say that today was promising.

The waitresses' soft footsteps and melodic voice pulled my attention away from the sheet of plastic that rested in my hands.

“Good morning, my name’s (y/n) and I’ll be your waitress for the morning. Is there anything you’d like to start with?”

I looked up and locked eyes with her as I was about to answer. My voice stopped in my throat, my heart stopped for a few beats and my pupils dilated for a brief moment. The flare of pink that tinted her cheeks brought me back to earth again and my heart felt pulled to her, tied in an eternal bond

“Oh y-yeah I’d like a cup of coffee please.”

“Okay I’ll be back with your drink shortly.” She gave me a soft smile and turned back to the counter getting my drink ready leaving me with a moment to panic.

I know what happened, it’s something I thought wouldn’t happen at least not for a long time. Running my hand through my hair letting out a shaky breath I leaned my forehead on the table before looking forward. I finally imprinted.

The movement of her brought my gaze back as she approached with a cup of coffee and a notepad tucked into the pocket of her red apron.

“Here you go, be careful it’s hot.”

“Thank you, darling.” Spilled from my lips, my sudden burst of confidence set her cheeks ablaze resulting in her tumbling over her next words.

“Uh, what would you like to- um- eat?”

I told her the pancake breakfast and she turned on her heel calling my order to the cooks in the kitchen. I noticed she stole a quick glance in my direction causing me to blush and look away.

I had to figure out another way to talk to her, get her number, maybe take her on a date.

My desire to see her again and hear her smooth voice is what placed me back in the diner for two weeks straight. On days she didn’t work I’d order a coffee and drink it with the looming presence of disappointment repeating in my head.

I was back in the diner starting my third week of stealing glances and flirting back and forth with her.

Anything she said would tinge my ears red and heat would rise to my cheeks, she has me in a choke hold without doing anything but existing.

Today she wasn’t here so I ordered my usual coffee and the other waitress that (y/n) worked with had turned away. The jingle of the door rang out and someone sat down in front of me.

Looking up at the person who occupied the seat across from me I saw her. Her beauty warmed the atmosphere, she brought life to what I felt was my dark life. Her hair dazzled in the sunlight while her eyes sparkled with life and warmth.

(y/n) centred my world. She was the answer to all of my unanswered questions. The tension in my shoulders relaxed in her glow, with her in my world it was like a movie, like a song. She is my world.

I wanted to see her again so badly that I mulled over the idea of asking her on a date, a real date, not her coming in on her well deserved days off to see me.

I have to ask her out, it’s what my heart wants and I can feel that it’s what she wants too.

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(y/n)’s POV

When I first met Leah she had come into the diner, I think it was 7:30 on a clear day approximately three weeks ago, since that day she’s been in everyday. She quickly made her way to the top of my favourite customer list, with her sweet words and compliments she could easily make me blush.

I remember looking at her for the first time, her shoulders relaxed from the tense position that they were in, the scowl on her face softened. She looked like she had seen light after sitting in the dark for years.

She is beautiful, her skin is like a burnt sienna, it radiates warmth like the sun one the first day of spring. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, it reminded me of the beauty trees hold on rainy days. It was aided by the scent that radiated off of her, it was cedar and pine mixed with a hint of rain and lavender.

Her hair fell below her chin, the colour was deep with hints of red when the sun caught it. Her laugh is music to my ear filling my heart with joy, lifting my spirits on the drieriest of days.

I knew Leah would be in the diner again today so I grabbed my purse and headed over to meet her. I planned on taking her on a proper date which meant asking her for her number.

The bells chimed with the opening of the door and I spotted Leah in what was now her booth. Her eyes were glued to the menu in front of her and she wore a small frown upon her face, probably disappointed that I didn’t work today.

Her eyes left the menu and looked towards me as I sat down across from her.

“Good morning Leah.” My greeting was enough to flush her cheeks with a tint of red sending my heart into overdrive with how cute she looked.

My presence seemed to lift her mood since her eyes pooled with joy.

“I thought you didn’t work today?” She quizzed me with a small smile.

“I don’t but I wanted to see you without having to wait on other people.” She looked down at her hands which were now folded in front of her on the table, my chest tightened and my heart screamed at me to grab her hand, to hold them, to kiss them.

I don’t know why I felt so strongly for a person I barely knew but by god, I’d give the world for her. I was attached and hooked now. I couldn’t imagine another world without her being there. It was like I found my soulmate in her.

She looked at me and I saw panic flash across her face before she took a deep breath. She unfolded her hands and placed them flat on the table. The yearn for holding her hand came back tenfold.

“I was. . . wondering if you’d like to go on a proper date.”

Leah looked nervous for my response but all I could feel was the joy bursting out of my heart.

“Oh course Leah, I’d love to. I was um actually going to ask you on a date myself. . .”

Relief washed over her features. I rounded up the confidence and reached out to hold her hand. It was soft and slightly bigger than mine, her fingers wrapped between mine sending a rush of electricity up my arm to my head.

“I guess it's a date then.” she smirked at me darkening my cheeks more than they already were. She knew what she was doing and the effect she has on me. I wouldn’t trade it for the world though.

I unlocked my phone pushing the screen towards her which showed an empty contact. “How about I get your number and we can plan where we should go later. Right now I’d like to buy you breakfast if it’s okay with you.”

She squeezed my hand and rubbed her thumb against the top telling me it was fine with her. My heart already loved this woman sitting in front of me and I could only hope she felt the same way about me. I hope she wants a future with me because I know I want one with her.

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#leah clearwater #leah clearwater x reader #twilight #twilight wolf pack

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falling-pages · 3 years

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A bird? A bird: Hikaru x Haruhi

in which drunk Hikaru is a mood.

Hikaru Hitachiin x Haruhi Fujioka

Enemies to lovers, non-host club au, aged up au.

TW: Drinking

The disgust lingered in the back of his throat like iron, like a bad pill you swallow but not fast enough. He fumbled the chaser to his liquor, and now he was stuck with the gross aftertaste. The refuge of his office, where he gulped down air like water, could only last so long. He couldn’t even go out in the common area, break room or restroom without having to see her--and for that, for taking away his freedom and social butterfly antics, he hated her.

Every time he saw her cute little snarl and tight little bun and stiff black skirts enraged him, filling his blood with a heat he didn’t know how to deal with. Despite her short height, she held her nose in the air as she worked, the only way she could look down on everyone like she so desperately craved. Always propping up her law degree, well this and actually that, ruining any jokes he made with a deadpan stare. She messed with his head, distracted him from his work, and for that she must go.

As much as he had tried to get her fired--and he had tried--nothing made the boss budge. He tried pulling rank, as the head of the software department; he tried using his parents’ names; nothing worked.

She’s doing a stellar job, the bossman had said. And, she’s our lawyer. If we did fire her for no reason, she would sue us into the ground.

I do have a reason, Hikaru retorted. She annoys me.

It wouldn’t hold up in court, but it seemed good enough for him.

Hikaru inhaled deeply through his nose, grounding himself by gripping his desk. Surrounded by all his trophies and achievements, he still could only think of her. He had to handle this, or else he’d go insane, but he had no idea where to start.

Kaoru. Kaoru would know what to do.

He rose from his chair, taking one last look behind him at the stained glass city through his clear glass window. Despite it only being mid-afternoon, the city was pulsing and alive with color, birds dive-bombing for food, vendors hawking at passersby, tourists mixing and bumping into natives. Tokyo was loud, and crazy, and alive, where he knew he belonged and longed to be. Even nature was straining at its leash for the workday to end, eager to celebrate the Friday night.

He turned back and shut the lights off in his office, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked. His department was rather quiet, having given his employees the afternoon off. If Haruhi knew, she would chide him, but they were so far ahead of schedule that he couldn’t risk them burning out.

Once up the stairs and around the corner, he heard his brother’s voice laughing and chatting and speak of the devil, she’s here.

It shouldn’t have surprised him. Karou and Haruhi were surprisingly great friends; he tended to mellow her out, help her unwind from the stick up her ass. He just had that calming effect on people.

As soon as he saw her, Hikaru spun a 180 and turned right back around the corner, and Haruhi would have let him, but Karou intervened.

“Hika! Come over here!” he waved, a bright smile splitting his face. “Haruhi was just telling me how much she liked you!”

Haruhi seethed, switching to a guarded pose as soon as she saw him. “I certainly was not.”

“Oh, right, my bad, she was telling me how much she liked your latest game patch,” Kaoru apologized, but it was the furthest thing from sincere. “Tell us about how you came up with it. Haruhi would love to pick your brain.”

Hikaru smirked, testing the waters as he approached. “Is that true, Fujioka?”

She frowns, pushing her bridge up her glasses up her nose. God, those glasses. She looked so dumb in them, making her eyes seem so wide, so innocent, so...pretty. All he wanted to do was pluck them off her face and laugh as she jumped for them, reaching and whining.

“I mean, it’s original, for sure,” she said. His cheeks warmed at the praise, even as she squirmed. “And it should market well, and you didn’t infringe on anyone’s copyright this time.”

That wasn’t my fault. He took the compliment with a grain of salt, biting back, “Still in the whole get-up, I see. Not much for casual Fridays?”

As amber eyes raked down her body, Haruhi concealed the shiver that ran down her spine. “No, actually, because I didn’t go to law school to wear jeans every day at work.”

“You didn’t go to law school to become a smartass, either, but here we are.”

“OKAY!” Kaoru exclaimed, jumping up between them. “Friday afternoon, yeah? Any big plans for the weekend?”

Both instigators ignored him. “That’s the uniform, you know. We tend to be pretty laid back around here.”

“Lawyers can’t be laid back. Laziness and a laissez-faire attitude is how we get sued.”

Hikaru stretched, rolling his eyes. “Woah, woah, pardon your French.”

Haruhi shook her head, and a few mismanaged strands of hair fell from her bun to brush against her neck. Her pink lips perched in contempt, and she looked so fragile, squinting behind her thick-framed glasses, that he couldn’t help but notice how tight her shirt was, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged so tastefully over her--

“Hika!” Kaoru suddenly exclaimed. “Honey wants to know if we’re still down for drinks tonight.”

His saving grace. “Oh, my God, yes,” he moaned, salivating already at the thought of tequila burning down his throat. Washing the week away was just what he needed, especially with the way this conversation was going.

And then Kaoru did the unthinkable: With his award-winning smile, he turned to Haruhi and asked, “Would you like to come?”

Hikaru could have strangled him.

But God heard his prayers, and the resident buzzkill shook her head. “Thank you, but sorry. I don’t drink.”

“No surprise there,” Hikaru murmured.

Kaoru definitely heard that, but if Haruhi did, she didn’t react. He shot his twin a look, a be polite etched into the lines of his brow.

“Sad,” Kaoru said. He bent over to pick up his work bag, stuffing his bento within and waving to Haruhi. “Maybe next time? We can go out for boba or something.”

Haruhi smiled--Hikaru didn’t think he had ever seen that before. It did something to him; suddenly, he felt as if his body was shaking, like his throat was full of needles, like he had taken one too many to the head.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and the smile disappeared when she looked at him. She gave them both a quick nod. “Have a great weekend.”

“Thanks.”

“See you Monday!”

Hikaru waited until they were out the door before punching his twin in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp.

“Dude, watch it,” Kaoru snapped, brushing over the mussed fabric of his cardigan sleeve. “It’s cashmere.”

“Stop flirting with her.”

Kaoru stopped in his tracks. A cloudy sky obscured the smirk on his face. “Woah, what’s got you so worked up?”

Hikaru kept stomping towards their subway stop, too lost in his own anger to notice who he had left behind. “‘M not worked up,” he retorted. “But you’re dating Kyoya. You shouldn’t be flirting with a girl.”

Kaoru skipped to catch up, joining him as they descended the stairs. “Kyoya said it’s fine if I flirt, as long as I come home to him every night.”

It took everything in Hikaru to keep him from shoving his brother into the sad, drab gray stone walls. He couldn’t put a finger on the irritation nettling just below his skin, or why the first layer of his heart seemed to simmer whenever he caught them talking to each other. All he could figure out was that it burned, and it made him hate her even more.

When he stayed silent, Kaoru knew he was right. He preened as he dug around for his subway card. “Boba isn’t a date.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then maybe you should ask her out on one.”

By then they were at the platform, waiting for their train. As the whistle signaled its approach, Hikaru very seriously considered pushing Kaoru onto the tracks.

“Tch. Over my dead body.”

“Then you can’t be jealous.”

“I’m not--”

Hikaru threw a punch when the train approached, distracting him and allowing Kaoru to live to see another day. As they hurried on, Hikaru couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter--or off her.

Jealous. Pshhh.

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“I dunno, senpai, she just….she makes me feel something. Whenever she talks to me it’s like my hands are on fire, and my head hurts, and I feel like….like she’s stabbing me. There’s something going on in my chest, like a, like a--a bird. There’s a bird or a butterfly or something with wings in my stomach, and I don’t like it.”

Hikaru knocked back a shot and signaled for another one, eyes bleary as he tried to find the bartender. There were three of them, or maybe that was just how blurry his vision was, but he didn’t care; as long as one of them saw him and passed him another round, he’d tip them the moon.

Mitsukuni watched his friend wave to no one, the effect of one too many fireballs in the span of just two hours. He hadn’t seen Hikaru this hammered since college--and now, at 27, it just looked more like a cry for help than an occasion to let loose. And without Kaoru, who had already gone home with Kyoya and the rest of their friend group, on babysitting duty, Mitsukuni was the one left to make sure he got into a cab.

“A bird?” he asked, watching as Hikaru swung his head in confirmation.

“A bird.” A bartender came back with another shot, handing it to the redhead and giving Mitsukuni a questioning look. He waved at him, confirming he was the babysitter, and the waiter turned back around.

“Tell me about that.”

Hikaru gripped his cup, tonguing at the rim like a sippy cup. “It’s fluttering around, Honey. It’s--hiccup--like, moving. Whenever I see her or talk to her my heart just begins to pound.”

Mitsukuni bit back a smile. His vodka cran lay forgotten on the bar, but this experience was just too amusing to violate with alcohol. “And what do you think that means?”

“Means she’s gonna kill me.”

“Kill you?” His eyebrows shot up. “Why is that?”

Hikaru slurped the shot, spilling some down his chin, and Mitsukuni was fairly sure it was just plain water. “Because. She’s mean, senpai. She looks at me like she’s studying, like she’s gonna slice me in half. Like...I dunno. Like I mean something to her.”

Mistukuni twisted his wedding ring, inching closer to the discovery. He’s almost there, almost recognizing what the rest of the friend group has known for months. “And if you mean something to her, why does your heart flutter?”

“Acid reflux.”

“No, Hikaru.” He gently swatted the other man’s hand down before he could ask for another drink. “It sounds like the beginnings of love, to me.”

Hikaru gaped, not a thought behind those eyes, until it hit him like a wrecking ball. His fist fell to the bar, thudding, but he felt no pain. Only existential dread and a rocketing realization.

“Oh.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, fuck.”

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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