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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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Just a little tingle

Garreth Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | sex | sex pollen (potion)

1.4k words

Summary: Garreth has you try another one of his experimental concoctions.

A/n:

Barely proofread ✅

Zero preamble ✅

Unimaginative story ✅

Enjoy.

You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room attempting to read your charms textbook, idly biting your nails, a terrible habit but one which you often resorted to in extreme stress or boredom. Your mind kept wandering as you tried in vain to take in the words, but you abandoned all hope of studying when you saw the familiar tall ginger figure approaching with a grin. You were used to Garreth's unusual concoctions, though he usually tried to rope unsuspecting first years into his experiments, so it was surprising to see him with the telltale look on his face that indicated he'd had a breakthrough and needed a willing test subject.

"Try this," Garreth said, stretching out his hand towards you.

You quirked your eyebrow and looked at his hand holding out a tiny vial of liquid.

"What is it?" you asked, putting the book you were perusing down on the sofa.

"Just something a little fun. I promise it's safe, I tried it myself," he said, sitting next to you.

"Did you?" you asked, surprised.

You frowned at the vial then up at his stupid face, waiting eagerly for you to take it. You rolled your eyes, grabbing it from his outstretched hand and downing the mixture in one. It tasted syrupy, the liquid warming your throat as it slid down into your stomach, but the heat didn't stop as it spread through your abdomen, before settling between your legs. You looked up in shock at Garreth who was still grinning beside you, waiting for your reaction.

"Garreth…what is this?" you whispered as you dug your nails into the arm of the sofa.

Garreth's mouth closed as he watched the blush rise in your cheeks and you inhaled sharply, the heat between your legs now an agonisingly titillating throbbing.

"It…are you okay? It's meant to just make you erm, tingle a bit. I thought it was fun, anyway."

"Fuck," you gasped.

You felt your underwear soak from arousal as the potion worked its magic, the pulsing radiating through you as you struggled to control your breathing. You looked back at Garreth who had turned pink, the undisguised lust darkening his brilliant green eyes as they watched your chest rise and fall sharply. Your hips shuffled involuntarily in a desperate attempt at relief from the mounting frustration, the friction not enough to sate you.

"Garreth...did you give me the same amount as yourself?" you gasped.

His eyes widened as he took in the meaning of your words, but you were already on your feet, grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the common room as he stammered his apologies, ignoring the questioning looks from your housemates.

"I didn't think about the potency, I'm so sorry, it really was just meant to be a little tingle, I tried it myself….where are we…?"

You'd dragged him into his dormitory and closed the door, looking at him with his dopey look, mouth hanging open as you unclasped your robe and let it fall to the floor. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed against his warm body, kissing his lower lip softly.

"Fuck me, Garreth," you begged.

"Oh…I don't want you to feel like you have to because of that stupid potion," Garreth said, his shaky hands already wandering over your shoulders.

Your fingers were now busy ridding him of his robe, which he shrugged out of during his feeble protests and you started to unbutton his shirt. His tie was roughly loosened around his neck as you ran your hands over his freckled torso and gazed up at him.

"I've wanted this for years," you gasped.

You were so uncomfortably aroused, your clothes chafing in all the wrong places you wanted his hands to be instead.

"You have?"

You nodded, running your hand over his jaw and kissing him again, which seemed to rouse him out of his stupor as his hands dropped from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue found your lips and you admitted him eagerly, your hands threading through his long hair and tugging urgently. Garreth let out a grunt as he guided you backwards towards his bed, pulling off his tie and half-worn shirt as you unbuttoned your own, ridding yourself of your lingerie and exposing your bare chest, now flushed and warm.

"Fuck," Garreth muttered as he took in the sight of you.

The bulge in his trousers was now painfully obvious, the sight sending your head spinning as your hand gripped his erection over the thick fabric of his trousers and you rubbed him, drawing desperate moans from his mouth now pressed against your neck. You backed on to the mattress behind you, tugging his waistband for him to follow before unbuttoning him as he kneeled in front of you. You whined as he shoved his trousers down to his thighs, exposing his red cock, rock hard and dripping with precum. He was much bigger than you'd expected and you took him in your hand, the tips of your fingers not quite touching as you gripped his shaft and he let out a low moan at your touch.

Garreth was busy fiddling with the button on your skirt as you worked him, your eyes drifting from his cock to his hip bones and chest, his thick red hair apparently not restricted to his head. Your skirt undone, he tilted your head towards him with his hand and kissed you, nibbling your lower lip as you moaned into his mouth, the rhythm of your hand quickening. You couldn't wait any longer now you were undressed, roughly pushing him back onto the bed you straddled his hips and guided his cock inside you, shuddering at the slight stinging as he stretched you, filling you completely.

"You feel so good," he moaned as your hips rocked urgently.

You knew you would reach your climax quickly, and you pulled his hand from your waist to guide him to your swollen clit, his thumb working in circles as your continued to fuck him.

"Come for me, darling," Garreth said breathlessly.

Your orgasm exploded at his insistence and he groaned loudly as your walls contracted around him and you shouted his name, panting and shaking, falling forward on to his chest as he took over thrusting into you from below, your mouths meeting with a sloppy battle of tongues and moans. His lips ran along your jaw to your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you ran your hand up to his head and pulled his hair hard—he sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin and his fingers dug painfully into your behind as you met his thrusts to pin him back on the bed.

"Fuck, wait. I want to take you," he said.

You stopped reluctantly, climbing off of him and lay down on the bed next to him.

"The other way."

You flipped over on to your stomach, looking back at him over your shoulder as he straddled the back of your legs, hovering over you. The look on his face was hungry as his eyes followed his hands wandering down your back and settling around your hips, roughly pulling you up to kneel with your head still pressed into the pillow. The tip of his cock pressed into your slick folds, drawing shuddering breaths from your mouth as he hit your overly sensitive clit, dragging himself back to find your opening to tease you. Your arousal was now soaking your legs as you gripped the pillow and begged for him to finish what he started.

"Please, I need you."

Garreth thrusted with a loud groan as he gripped your hips tightly to slam into you, the roughness drawing high pitched gasps from your mouth—his breathing was growing more and more ragged as he approached his climax. You looked back at him again to take him in, his flushed cheeks, his red hair messy and falling over his eyes which were fixed on you, making your stomach flip over. You bit your lip and begged him with your eyes and he tensed and gasped, his cock pulsing inside you as he finished still clinging to your hips where the bruises from his fingertips were already red and purple and angry.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, turning you to the side to stay inside you as he clung to you breathlessly, brushing his lips against your neck and you reached back to lace your fingers through his hair, sighing contentedly.

"Are you okay?" he whispered in your ear.

"Yes, but I'm never taking one of your potions ever again," you smiled.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley fanfiction

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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Dealing with anything outside of the agency was just not your forte. Being stuck to your desk 24/7 hardly helped either but desperate times called for desperate measures so you turned to the only thing that felt familiar. To any sane person, turning to the mafia was an act of absolute lunacy but you were scared and in desperate need of protection and frankly, you didn't want to stress out your coworkers more than you already did. You knew that if you told them the extent of your fear and worries that they would drop everything they were doing and would assist you immediately but ... So much has happened these past few months. It wouldn't be fair to burden them. The mafia was your only option, if they'd have you.

Oddly enough you were welcomed with open arms and by an executive of all people.

There he sat across you in all his mighty glory, a cup of blood red wine on the table, legs crossed and the usual smirk you had come to expect from the ginger man. Despite being in a rival agency, Chuuya was always oddly curt towards you, maybe even downright polite. Well, that was his usual attitude towards strangers (unless he was being provoked that is) but with you it felt... Different. Did you like it? You didn't know. But that didn't matter at this point in time.

"I didn't think you'd come so openly to us." said Chuuya smugly, never once breaking eye contact with you. Feeling yourself tense up you opened your mouth to say something but he interrupted you instead.

"It's alright babe, I know a poor soul when I see one."

Wow, he was oddly intuitive. Uncrossing his legs Chuuya slightly lowered himself, possibly to grab the glass of wine that lay dormant on the table. With a sharp breath you finally spoke up:

"I'm being followed and I no longer feel safe in my own skin anymore. I don't want to bother anyone at the agency but I can't defend myself either so..."

Raising his finger in the air he promptly silenced you.

"So, what you're saying is that you want us to take the fall for whatever happens to you?"

Crap you didn't even bother thinking about the implications. A sudden wave of nausea hit you like a truck but it soon was magically replaced by confusion as the executive started to laugh.

"I'm kidding. I can be funny too, when I want to be."

You couldn't help but to break out into a tiny smile yourself, albeit a very crooked one. Chuuya didn't seem to mind though. You suddenly felt something warm on the top of your hand and you came to the realization that it was most likely Chuuya's hand. You felt his fingers trace various patterns across the soft flesh, like he was trying to get you to talk more, maybe even to soothe you?

You honestly weren't too sure.

His eyes shined with conviction, like a man on a mission. "Tell you the truth, I don't mind you coming here." he said gently. An odd feeling of warmth filled your chest as you blushed but Chuuya didn't allow you the luxury of turning your head.

"Look me in the eye when you speak to me, please. That's all I want."

Was he always so gentle? The Chuuya you knew was brash, loud and, and...

And like magic, he was suddenly next to you, both of your wrists trapped in a tight grip. Feeling his hot breath fan your face you almost felt like squealing but your stupid brain immediately went into overdrive, causing you to say the absolute worst possible thing.

"Dazai-"

"Dazai?"

Shit. Shit, shit, he was going to crush you -

Chuuya was beyond vocal with his distaste for the suicidal maniac and you always understood his reasoning.

But you were a fool and Dazai was charming. It was a very common occurrence for him to flirt with you in the office, to hold you close like this. Dazai was always light and airy, he would be gone almost as fast as he came.

It was fascinating how Chuuya was the complete opposite.

His presence was heavy and the way his eyes glared daggers at you almost made you regret your decision coming here. However, instead of numb pain or a sharp impact you were met with only softness as you could feel him climbing on top of you, your head and back making contact with the soft couch in the process.

"You are here with me and you have the nerve to say that bastards name?"

If he said anything else besides that, you wouldn't know. After all, how could you focus when the mafioso held you so tight but oh so sweetly, almost like a flower you were to scared to drop. You saw his lips move but you couldn't hear any noises that came out of them. For the tiniest second, you imagined what would be like to kiss him, to kiss the fiery man that hovered above you, to taste the bitter wine on his delectable lips.

Your fantasies soon crashed and burned the moment Chuuya said:

"You really should consider leaving the Agency and join us, y'know."

He... He can't be serious. He was joking, you were sure of it. Confusion was written all over your face but Chuuya's stayed the same, no cracks whatsoever. He tsked, his left eye twitching ever so lightly.

"Those detectives can't keep you safe, obviously. But, the Port Mafia can, I can. I can give you anything and everything, just say the word and it is yours."

His words echoed loudly inside your mind and you gaped like a fish, looking at literally anywhere that wasn't him.

Well, what will you do?

The choice is yours.

ENDING 1. (you leave the ADA) // ENDING 2. (you stay in the ADA)

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ravencincaide · 6 months

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You'll always have me

Summary: Even on your hardest days and darkest moments, Chuuya is there to wipe your tears away and give you hope that things are and can be fixed.

Pairing: Chuuya x fem! Reader

Requested by anon ‘ rage quit and Chuuya comfort’

Warnings: barely-edited, cursing, crying, kinda hurt-comfort/fluff?

I hope this brings a little comfort to you <3,

Enjoy

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You paced back and forth in the bedroom of your tiny apartment; tears streaming down your face while you mindlessly nibbled on the nail of your right thumb. Your left arm was wrapped tightly around your stomach, combatting the nauseating anxiety that grew for each passing moment.

You couldn’t believe you did that.

You didn’t exactly want to call the demon by its name and somehow accept it as reality. To admit that it happened and that you acted before thinking. That you simply and inelegantly rage-quit. Send everyone to hell without considering the consequences- god what were you going to do about income? And the apartment? And the–

You heard your front door rip open and spun around just in time to see your lover rushing through. The blue of his eyes looked wild in his pale worried-to-death face. His ginger hair a mess, standing in all the directions, top hat barely on his head and the black normally pristine coat haphazardly thrown onto him. It had leaves and branches on it, telling you he had prioritized driving the fast route over the safe one to get to you.

“ Ohh sweetheart” he muttered, not bothering to kick off his shoes or hang his coat as he took several quick strides to reach you. He was quick to place a gloved hand on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could get a good look at you. “ Hey hey it’s okay, look at me, please?”

You let out a pitiful sob as you turned your gaze from the floor and up to face his worried expression. He shushed you gently, using his other arm to untangle your arm from your stomach. He then carefully brushed the tips of his fingers over your clothes, checking for aches and pains, injuries and blood.

“ Chuu…” you started as you felt another wave of tears wash over you.

Where were you even gonna start explaining this mess to him? Moreover, how were you supposed to face him? Would he leave you now that you were jobless?

Would he?

You bowed your head in shame and worry. If he left you….what the hell were you supposed to do then?!

“ Sweetheart, are you injured anywhere?” Chuuyas eyes continued to scan your body, each inch of your skin. You shook your head but he asked the question again in a more pressing tone; “ Sweets are you physically hurt anywhere?”

You looked up and let out a rather pitiful “No..”. You saw him let out a breath he was holding, stress draining out of his shoulders. He slumped a little, clearly your physical health was the number one priority for him.

“ Okay then” he started taking your face in his hands and stroking the tears away with his thumbs. “ What’s going on?”

“ I ehh…” you swallowed back a sob, your voice shaking “ I rage-quit!”

Chuuya eyed you and your sobbing for a long moment, clearly unsure whether he heard you right. “ Is that all?” he asked you carefully “ You quit your job that treated you like shit?”

“ I’m so stupid I’m sorry I know I should have something lined up and bills and–” your rambling was cut off by Chuuya pressing his lips to yours, effectively silencing you. When you broke away, he kissed you again and again until you were willing to listen.

“ Sweetheart, that place wasn't good for you, so don’t even think a second more about it” he stated matter of factly “ In a year, no in a month you’ll be looking back at this incident and thanking the gods that you got yourself out of that place. Honestly hun, there’s nothing to cry or apologize about.”

Chuuya shifted you so you were facing his chest, his arms wrapped tightly and securely around you. His lips were pressing long and calming kisses on top of your hair. In fact he seemed completely unbothered by your ‘rage quitting confession’.

You pushed back to look up at him again, trying to get him to understand: “But I quit! Without a backup plan, with bills and debts to pay and and–”

“ –And i’m proud of you” he stated with a smile on his lips. “ It was a hard decision but a necessary one. I’m glad you finally took the plunge. Honestly that place is not worth your tears sweetheart”

“ But what am I supposed to do now?” you cried moving back in his embrace feeling the returning urge to start pacing again“ How can you say it’s a good thing when I don’t even know where to start fixing this mess?!”

“ Well you have me for one” he grinned holding you still before pressing his forehead against yours forcing you to stare into his eyes “ It’s not easy and it will not be easy but you’ll get through it, I’m absolutely certain of that Sweetness. After all and despite everything you’ll always have me.”

You swallowed, nodding slowly as he repeated each word until you finally believed it. He was right in that regard, it would be hard but you were certain you could rely on Chuuya to be your pillar of strength as you worked your way out of this mess.

One minute, one hour, one day at a time.

Seeing you calm down slightly, Chuuya still made no move to let you go. In fact he seemed to bring you even closer to himself, salvaging your presence and warmths. Silence dragged on for a short while until Chuuya finally broke it; “ Now Y/N we’re going to put this incident to rest- stop wasting precious tears over such minor fixable things and we’re gonna have a spa day. We’re going to get pampered and lay in baths and bubbles, drink a glass of wine, get all the treatments you want so you feel like the queen you are..” he leaned up and pressed another kiss to your forehead “ And tomorrow we’ll sit together and I’ll help you search jobs, deal?”

“ Chuuya but..”

“ No buts Sweetheart. We’re gonna start with building your confidence and then get you a killer job that will make you forget all about your old one. That is something you can bet your pretty little ‘butt’ on” he chuckled as he tapped a gloved finger against your nose before beginning to move you both towards the door, reminding you once more through both words and actions how much you meant to him.

Yes, you were absolutely certain that no matter how cruel life was and how many mistakes you’d make, you’d always have Chuuya to pick you up, wipe your tears and give you strengths.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya fluff #bsd fluff #hurt/comfort #sweetness #request #bsd request

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saltwaterburns · 9 months

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Hi, hello. Could I request an Anthony Lockwood x reader fic, maybe with the reader comforting Lockwood after a near death experience during a case/when stress becomes too much/after a nightmare (your choice, truly)

Thank you so much in advance! I love your writing and I look forward to reading what you make of this request (no pressure though!!)

je sais pas m'oublier

summary: you comfort lockwood after a mission almost gone wrong and somehow end up tangled together with him in the library

warnings: lockwood gets injured and they don't kiss 😕

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

a/n: AAAAAA MY FIRST EVER FIC THATS A REQUEST. This is very nerve wrecking btw I don't want to disappoint anyone. If it's bad it's cause of nerves. I love you guys sm, all of your notifications make my day. And!!! When requesting I'd loveloveLOVE if you'd specify the readers gender! I tried to make this gn but it might tilt towards fem reader ;(

And to this lovely anon, i adore you endlessly!!! 🩷

It was supposed to be a simple case. Get there, find the source, capture it, get out. It really didn't seem like something to make a big deal out of. Yet here you were, desperately digging the ground for multiple sources alongside George while Lucy and Lockwood are trying to fight off the wailing type twos surrounding your lot.

"I've never wanted Kipps and his crew to show up more than right now." You laugh, a hint of worry sprinkled upon it. George snorts and you grin at the sound, your hands steadily guiding the shovel that's digging the ground, not a spot on your body left that appears clean. You feel small droplets of rain start to drop down and the waters of panic lap at your feet, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The possibility of you not making it out in one piece tonight just became very real. If the rain continues, you won't be able to see the ghosts well enough to fight them off.

As if on cue, your shovel hits something wet, hard and slippery. Bones. You shout for George and leave him to deal with the sources, hauling yourself up the muddy hole to go and help your friends.

Your gaze settles on Lockwood. He seems to be doing fine at first glaze, but as you look closer, you see that he's limping. Why on Earth would he be limping? You dont have enough time to wallow on that because he falls, his rapier flying just a few inches too far for him to grasp.

You shout for him and without thinking, grab a magnesium flare off your belt, throwing it somewhere in the direction of the ghost. The explosion would've knocked you off your feet but your mind is locked on him, his lanky frame, that now on the ground looks small, fragile even.

"Lockwood, Locky are you alright?" You ask, dropping down on to your knees next to him, gently cradling his face in your hands. He groggily opens his eyes and you practically sob, pulling him close to you. His brown curls tickle your face but you only hold him tighter, smiling to yourself as you feel his arms slowly making their way around you.

"Fucks sake, you scared me. Scared me so bad. Why were you limping? You could have been ghost touched." You murmur, pressing a kiss to his head after every word. You don't give him time to answer before pulling away, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his. His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes brushing against pale cheeks. How does he always manage to look so breathtaking?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I messed up a manoeuvre and slipped on the grass, it was rather stupid of me." He apologises, but you only hold him tighter.

George finishes up securing the sources with Lucy and all five of you start the journey back to Portland Row, soaking wet and covered in mud, awaiting the box of Arif's donuts that are sitting on the kitchen table.

You exit the steaming bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around your upper body, soaking wet hair leaving a path of tiny droplets all the way to your and Lucy's room. The ginger girl is fast asleep under the mountain of covers, soft snores emitting from her. You turn off her bedside lamp, darkness swallowing the room. You're used to the darkness, the way it disables all your senses at first. You pay it no mind and slip into a grey 'The Rolling Stones' t-shirt, rough drying your hair with the towel before disregarding it somewhere.

You don't go straight to bed. Something is crippling inside you, chewing on your heart. You leave your room and walk downstairs, stopping in front of the library door. Light is bleeding through the cracks all around the door, and you instantly know who's awake in there at this hour. It's him, always him.

You knock on the door a few times and twist the door knob, stepping into the dimly lit room. Lockwood is sitting there; his hair damp, his sleep shirt a little soaked as well. He has a book in his lap and it looks like he's trying to read but something is bothering him.

"Hey, you. I wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He sighs softly and closes the book, putting it away before patting on the spot next to him, signalling for you to come and sit. You do exactly that and sit down next to him, looking a little worried.

He's warm. You can feel the heat emitting from him, his body. Its heating up your cheeks, tinting them pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Just shaken I suppose. Felt like I was looking death himself right in the eye for a second there." He chuckles, but there isn't any amusement laced in it. You don't reply to him, you just take his hand in yours and lace your fingers together.

Nothing else is said throughout the night. When George finds you two in the morning, he's laying on top of you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You're holding him close to you, your grip unrelenting.

Part two, yes no maybe?!?! I hope you guys enjoyed 😁Feedback is always more than appreciated !!

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim #lockwood and co #lockwood and co x reader #lucy carlyle #gn reader

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roseofdarknessblog · 5 months

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Vanilla and cinnamon | Levi Ackerman

Your cozy little apartment was full of the most delicious scents that people usually associate with Christmas. Scents like cinnamon, vanilla, ginger, orange, honey, and chocolate were lingering in the air, while soft Christmas music was playing in the background.

It was shortly after noon and you still had too many things to do. At seven o’clock, you were expecting all your friends to come over for a little Christmas get-together. Today, time was your biggest enemy. Since Levi was still at work, preparing everything was your responsibility.

The gingerbread cookies and cupcakes were done, but they all needed decorating. But first, you wanted to take care of the mini pizzas. It was a silly little recipe you once found on the internet years back. All you needed was pizza dough, marinara sauce, mozzarella, basil and olives. Each little pizza had a cute snowman on top, put together from the ingredients.

You were pretty stressed, to say at least. Even if this party was only for your closest friends, who would never dismiss all the effort you put into it, everything had to be perfect. You wanted everybody to have the best time possible and enjoy an evening full of love and happiness.

As you were putting the tiny bits of olives on the mozzarella snowmen as their eyes, mouths, and buttons, you heard the front door opening. „Levi?“ you called out to him. „What are you doing home already?“

„Took half a day off. I suppose you need help.“

With a smile, you looked over your shoulder and waited for him to come to the kitchen. As the temperature outside dropped to below freezing, you could see snowflakes drifting from the heavy grey clouds throughout the entire day. Last night it was snowing so hard, that when you woke up in the morning, the outside world looked like the perfect winter fairytale.

„You’re amazing,“ you said and hurried to him for a hug. With a slight smile, Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a tender kiss. „I truly need help. There’s just so many things to do.“

„I’m surprised you agreed to host the party this year. You’re always so busy and everything. Maybe you should have let Hange or Erwin take the initiative.“

„No, Hange did the party last time. And Erwin was helping out Miche the year before. It truly was our turn this year,“ you tried to explain, while Levi’s hand was slowly rubbing your back.

Suddenly, being in his arms and breathing in the familiar scent of his body wash made almost all the nervousness disappear. So close to him, you always felt safe and at peace, even if the world was crumbling around you.

„Now, tell me what I can help with.“

„Can you mix the frosting for the gingerbread cookies and cupcakes? I’ll need a simply white one, dark and light green, and red.“ Levi knew a lot about baking since he loved to help you out almost anytime. So when you told him what do to, you didn’t have to worry about him not being capable of doing exactly what you needed. „I’ll finish the mini pizzas and then we’ll start decorating.“

With a quick kiss, he squeezed you in his arms one more time and then hurried to change into comfier clothes. When he came back, he had his matching green and red pajama pants on with a black hoodie just like yours. While you finished up and put the pizzas into the oven, Levi skillfully prepared the frostings you asked for.

„I’ll start with the gingerbread cookies, okay? You can do the cupcakes,“ he said, already taking the big tray with the gingerbread cookies to the dining table.

Working side by side, with music playing in the background, you were done in no time. Because Levi finished his part of the work first, he slipped back into the kitchen and made you both some hot chocolate in one of your Christmas mugs.

„Here you go, take a little break. We’re almost done,“ he said, kissing the top of your head as he put the mug next to you. „Is there anything else I can help with?“

„All that’s left to do is prepare the Mack and Cheese. The baked one with bacon, which Moblit and Nanaba love so much,“ you said, taking the hot mug into your hands. The hot chocolate smelled more than delicious and you couldn’t help but smile over the tiny snowflake sprinkles Levi put on top with the whipped cream.

„I love that one.“

„I know that that’s why I decided to make it instead of the classic one. The others will all bring some of their favorite dishes as well, so we should have a ton of options.“

With a loving smile, you leaned over to Levi and gave him a long love-filled kiss. Levi’s fingers grazed over your cheek, gently taking your lower lip between his teeth as soon as you wanted to pull away.

„You did such a great job with all of this food, I’m very proud of you,“ he whispered, your lips still touching. „They all going to love this.“

„I really hope so,“ you said quietly and gave him one more kiss before you went back to the delicious hot chocolate. While you were drinking it, you looked over the gingerbread cookies Levi decorated – traditional gingerbread men, trees, snowmen, angels, candy cane, and much more. Since you had tons of cookie cutters in your collection, you loved doing as many shapes as possible. With the white, red, and green frosting, they looked adorable and very appetizing.

„The house looks nice, right? I quickly cleaned the living and dining room in the morning. Oh, and also the bathroom of course.“

Levi smirked and reached for one of your cupcakes, which were decorated as little Christmas trees and snowmen. The snowman one had a sweet vanilla frosting on top, while the Christmas tree ones tasted like cinnamon. You knew they were Levi’s favorite flavors, so you combined them into some type of pastry every single year.

„Everything looks more than amazing, love. You really turned this place into a Christmas fairytale.“ Hearing his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You really did try your best and now could only hope, that your friends will see it as well.

Fairy lights were everywhere you looked, just like other smaller or bigger pieces of decorations. You never went too over the top, even if you loved the holiday season more than any other time of the year. Even Levi learned to love all of this – the festive throw pillows and blankets, string lights, bows, garlands, candles, wreaths, and snow globes.

„I’m so tired,“ you sighed and hugged Levi once again, resting your head against his, while he was eating the snowman cupcake, seemingly enjoying it. „But it’s going to be a very nice evening I hope. It’s been a while since we all met up and just sat down for dinner.“

„Adult life is busy.“ You nodded, running your fingers through his silky black hair and closing your eyes for a moment. „But... I have tomorrow off and I know you do, too. So we could go ice skating if you’d like.“

„Yes, please. That would be perfect. We could go in the afternoon and stay until sunset, so I could take a couple of nice winter photos.“

Levi chuckled quietly and kissed the top of your head. He then very generously smeared a bit of vanilla frosting on your nose. Before you had time to complain, he kissed the tip of your nose and licked the frosting off, making you laugh and forget about all the tiredness.

„You go rest for a while Y/N, I’ll do the Mac and Cheese. It won’t be the first time.“

„No, no. Together.“

Levi rolled his eyes with a smile, finishing up the cupcake. But that was all the complaining he did. So in the end, you ended up cooking together. After that, it was time to set the table and get everything ready for the evening. Only then you had a couple of minutes to take a break and cuddle on the sofa by your lit-up Christmas tree, while you talked about what you’re going to wear later on. It took you a few minutes, but you ended up convincing Levi to match the color of his shirt with your dress.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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Looking after you,is my duty

Words: 1,3k

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: mention of death (tiny little),misspeling words, flirting, fluffy.

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Tintin was infiltrated in the castle belonging to your family since he discovered a plot between the king's advisor and his brother about killing the firstborn (you) and acquiring the crown after the death of the current king, your father. That would be their next step. It had only been a week and unfortunately, the counselor acted cautiously so as not to show signs, seeming to know that he was being watched while Tintin acted like a common guard.

In the meantime, Tintin made a point of at least letting the king know and this created rumors around the castle, as a precaution the king increased his guard which consequently became a threat to the advisor and perhaps due to the pressure, he would have a slip up that the journalist could catch, however, he still held firm to the facade and Tintin did the same. In compensation for giving the king advice, he entrusted him with your safety, making him your royal guard.

Now assigned to protect the princess, Tintin saw an opportunity there, being by your side he could maybe enter places only available to people of nobility, not the guards. Unfortunately, precisely because you were the princess, even as the future queen, your father made a point of leaving you out of matters relating to rumors so as not to cause stress. Although you didn't necessarily follow your father's orders and tried to help, which in turn became very useful for the undercover guard next to you.

That is until your father found out and vehemently forbade you from any involvement, leaving you in the dark about the situation again which was beyond frustrating, a great injustice and Tintin couldn't help but feel sorry because in the end, you were just worried about wanting to help and protect your father. Even so, it wasn't wrong, as your guard he wanted to keep you protected and with that, he redoubled his efforts to not expose you to that risk.

Never completely looking away from the advisor, the ginger-haired boy continued his duty as a guard and in a way, even as a friend, helping you with your tasks, recommending some books he had already read that could be found in the castle's large library and even in the midst of this complicated situation, your small details did not go unnoticed by the journalist's eyes.

Much like any royal person, you had a natural air of elegance, but soft in a way. Never acting above, always putting yourself on the same level as anyone before making decisions, the warm and gentle manner being your usual self along with your ability to stand up for yourself when something happened, although he had to help you at some point ,mostly you were the one taking care of yourself. Tintin acted more like a companion than a guard and you noticed that, finding it pretty funny because you weren't the only one,a lot of other guards, even maids, always had the same impression.

Even more so due to the fact that he almost followed you constantly, keeping watch like a guard dog, despite always maintaining a satisfactory distance so as not to be too much in your personal space. It got to the point where you had to stop yourself from patting his head when thanking him for his protection.

After another ordinary day, where Tintin remained with an attentive eye on both you and the counselor, subtly observing from the window as you enjoyed the soft taste of the tea, you couldn't avoid a question that had taken up a permanent place in your head,as his efforts seemed a little exaggerated and exhausting since you had only seen him resting a few times.

"Tell me, would you like to have a day to yourself?" — Tintin looked at you somewhat confused, raising an eyebrow at the question.

"A day for me, your majesty? May i dare to ask why such a question?" — the confusion perpetuates in his voice, making you giggle a little in response putting back the cup on the table.

"A break. During this month, even though you maintained a certain posture, you still seemed tense in a certain way, now it's not an exception" — when you pointed out the fact, his eyes widened a little, noticing that his body was actually a bit stiff, possibly due to the constant precipitation of the counselor's possible plan.

"Even on your breaks, you refuse to rest, so i would like to give you a completely free day, another guard can take your place until then, so you can take a well deserved rest" — your kindness was both pleasant and a certain relief.

Tintin gave a soft laugh, shaking his head before looking at you again, not only this act of kindness but your manner as a whole was more than enough for him. Your ordinary calm and understanding posture was like a calming snapshot, he just hadn't noticed because of his focus on the main problem.

"I'm truly grateful for such kindness, your majesty, but I prefer to keep my watch. I like to think that no one protects you better than me" — such was his calm, that he allowed himself a light joke that was not uncommon between you two by the time he was acting like your royal guard. However, this one brought a slight blush to your cheeks that you tried to cover up with a light laugh.

"Oh...a little hard-headed i see, does such insistence come from just that?" — you gave in to the joke and got up, walking calmly towards your guard, being careful to hide a feather duster behind your back.

"Looking after you,is my duty" — he maintained his posture, even noticing that look behind the gentle face you normally maintain. Just another one of the things he found interesting about you or maybe even enticing.

"Is that the only reason why you do it?" — you asked, taking a few more steps forward, getting closer and closer to him maintaining eye contact, momentarily losing yourself in his gaze.

"Is that not a reason enough?" — he retort with an eyebrow a bit raised.

"If that's the only reason that there is...?" — your voice sounded a little low due to the proximity, enough for him to hear and notice the slight change in tone, your sly side coming through little by little as your hand with the feather duster moves slowly towards him.

"Your majesty..." — noticing how close he was and the nature of the situation, for a moment he remained still and without response. Your face so close but still distant, your gaze fixed on his making his heart subtly accelerate.

"Yes...?" — managing to distract him, you started rubbing the duster on his sides, trying to get some laughs out of him although the closeness was making you think that just to bend over and go for it wasn't a bad option…

"I'm...not ticklish" — at the last second he managed to compose himself when he saw that your objective wasn't exactly what he thought when he noticed the duster.

"Awww, i was sure i would make a laugh or two out of you" — you could only lament with a small laugh before walking away. Tintin took a deep breath to regulate his heart beat, lowering his guard hat a little to hide the tiny red tint on his cheeks.

"Well, at least i distracted you a bit out from work, it was worth it" — you smiled and he did the same with a nod.

"Yes..you did. Thank you, your majesty"

He bowed as you set the duster aside and went back to enjoying your tea while watching the scenery through the window with a small blush as well.

Both of you are internally a little frustrated, but thinking it better not to put too much pressure on the situation, although maybe, someday after he finishes the case...he might do it before leaving…

Who knows?...

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A/N: hey there! Just testing this style of writing, it's a bit different in a way. Next sunday i'll post a request! Thank you for reading! Bye bye 😘

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin x reader #tintin 2011

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asvterias · 2 years

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𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

Tag List; @clarkegriffinslever @janeswhore

a/n: Also this is set in season 4, without its actual plot.

Yandere!Max x Fem!Black!Buckley!Reader

Max would be an obsessive and possessive yandere

You are robin’s second cousin

You would be a new girl transferring into her school

Unexpectedly she was your tour guide and unfortunately for you, she was having a rough day

By the looks of it, she didn’t want to be friends with you

So you joined the cheerleading team and became close friends with Chrissy Cunningham

At first, Max would just glance at you in class/pep rallies but then it became lingering stares

She would be the type to admire from a distance and not comment

So you invited her to a sleepover and surprisingly she was extremely talkative

Frequently she would try to touch your hands or absentmindedly brush her fingers across your exposed thighs

Fortunately for her, you didn’t pay attention to it so she used that to her advantage

Would attempt to braid your raven hair into cute hairstyle ideas

Like she would literally have the gel in one hand, hair scrunchies on her wrist, and hair accessories sprawled out all over her vanity

Even lets you braid her ginger hair

So she would try to become friends with you

Being naive, you accepted her friendship unaware of the danger that awaits

Now things really started to heat up when you invited her to a pool party

It was the beginning of summer and you wanted to start off with a bang

I just feel like max would have a perverted mind and would peer down your bikini top while being so subtle whilst talking to you

Would often glare at people who also look at you

Cause why were they looking at you if you belonged to her??!!

But there was this one boy who really crossed the line with you

❝Who the hell was that, [name]?❞

❝Relax, max, he’s my boyfriend.❞

❝Boyfriend?? You’ve never told me that you had fucking boyfriend!!❞

❝Well, I’m telling you now.❞

She went completely off the radar after that and it became worrisome for you

While you were stressing about her, she was planning your boyfriend’s demise

But first, she had to ease more into your life to gain more perspective

She had drugged your drink with a truth serum

The next thing that you knew is that you were spewing all of your secrets to the redhead

One of them being that you like girls

Of course, max didn’t see this as a problem as you were perfect too and for her but the other thing that you said really triggered her

❝I’m pretty sure that my boyfriend’s cheating on me.❞

❝Do you want me to kill him?❞

❝What are you talking about?❞

❝Your asshole of a boyfriend, do you want him dead?❞

❝No! Max, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.❞

Soon after, she drugged you with sleeping pills and actually came forth with her plan

You found yourself in a glass box and immediately panicked

Warningly walking inside, she would reassure you with sweet words

❝Are you gonna hurt me?❞ You blurted out

You just had to know

She would plant a chaste kiss on your lips, ❝I would never hurt you.❞

That erupts a tiny cry from your lips

She would try to soothe you and kiss away the incoming tears that fallen down your face

❝Why are you doing this to me?❞

❝Can’t you see it?? I love you, [name].❞

❝People in love don’t kidnap others!❞

❝Well, I do! Cause whether you like it or not, you will learn to love me!❞

❝I could never and would never love you, Maxine! You need serious help!❞

Then her ginger eyebrows would crease in frustration and partial anger so you thought that she would lash out in rage but she didn’t

❝Well, it looks like someone’s not eating tonight.❞

She just got up, leaving you in complete darkness, and left

You cried yourself to sleep, not believing this new person that Max was becoming

Next time that you saw her, you would plan to escape

So you played along; talk when spoken to, eat when given food — the normal basics

Then you would lure her into the cage, pretend that you love her, and then escape

When she came the next day, bringing you breakfast, she stayed outside the cage and tried to make small talk still being cautious

You gave her short meaningless answers but, hey, at least it was progress

Ok maybe you felt a little guilt upon hearing the defeated sighs arising from her lips

So you decided to delay your plan and scooted over as close as the glass barrier could allow you to get

❝What's your favorite song?❞

❝Ummm… ‘Running Up That Hill’ by Kate Bush.❞

❝Really mines—❞

❝Material Girl by Madonna. I know since you would play it non-stop at our sleepovers.❞

It was enough to emit a tiny laugh from your throat causing a genuine smile from the redhead

❝[Name], you have to know that I didn't mean to scare you...or even hurt you. I guess…that I became too attached because you really make me feel safe and loved. And…god this is embarrassing… but I don't want to share you either. You know…just one day we might forget about this, leave Hawkins together, maybe settle down in Los Angeles and get married, and have most likely two kids.❞

❝Wow, it sounds like you have my whole life panned out.❞

❝It sounds a little extreme, I’m very aware. I know that don’t want more than three kids, you told me yourself. You also said you wanted to see Los Angeles at night and you would just adore braiding your kid's hair and dressing them up. You would be the best mom to them, hopefully even a better wife.❞

❝Friends for now, then we’ll see where life will take us.❞

Apparently, that little banter pursued her enough to bring her inside the cage with you

Luckily she wasn’t a critical thinker and left the door mildly open

Hesitantly, you hugged her tightly, wincing slightly when she reciprocated the hug

Gripping tightly on the pocketknife and you jammed it into her stomach, wincing when she let out a pained grunt as you snatched the keys out of her hand

The betrayal on her face was priceless as you locked the door behind you

But you shouldn’t feel bad cause she’s the one holding you hostage, not the other way around

❝Let me out, [name]! This is not a game!❞

❝No! You're gonna rot in there!❞

❝Wait, so that stuff that we talked about…was it all just a decoy? Did you really want to get to know me?❞ She placed her hand against the glass door, her baby blue eyes doe

❝Yes!!— Well, no!! Ok, I kinda have mixed feelings. You're delusional if you think that we can just move on from this and move away from Hawkins, get married and have children. Your dreams are basically one in a million, mayfield.❞

She was silent after your outburst and began searching in her back pocket for something

❝W-what are you looking for?❞

She held up an identical key to the one in your hand. ❝You really think that I wouldn’t have a spare key.❞

You broke off in a dash, heading straight towards the stairs and she was hot on your heels

Currently, you were two steps away from freedom

You. Were. So. Close.

But you know that happy moments are always short-lived

She grabbed your shoulders tightly and injected a needle in your right thigh making you yelp in pain. ❝I didn’t want to do this, darling, but you gave me no choice since you insist on being so god damn stubborn. Now relax, baby, I’ll be right here when you wake up.❞

Just then your vision started to go hazy as you lost your footing on the stairwell

❝What did you do to me, max?!❞

She whispered in your ear. ❝What was necessary. I know you better than anyone.❞

Just like that, you fell limp, eyes shutting down momentarily and you fell directly into her arms feeling a soft kiss on your temple before everything went black

She loved you too much to ever let you go and god be damned if someone ever took you away from her

#꒰ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 📌 ꒱#stranger things #yandere headcanons #stranger things yandere headcannons #max mayfield #max mayfield x fem!reader #max mayfield x black!reader #yandere!max mayfield #max mayfield headcannons

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 5 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 15: Family Character: Trey + Vizzie (OC) ----------------------------------------------- "Are you excited to go home for the holidays?" Trey chuckled a bit at the question as he popped two trays of cookies into the oven and set a timer, pushing his glasses up his nose a bit. "My house is more of a circus than Ace and Deuce are clowns, but yeah. Yeah I am." Vizzie kicked her feet a bit and huffed, amused. She was sitting on a stool across from Trey's working area. According to Riddle, Trey was 'stress baking' because he wanted to make sure he knew all of his eleven siblings favourite desserts still, and for whatever reason around the holidays he would get a bout of uncertainty in his skills and needed to bake every recipe and get the dorm to review it before he went home to do it again. Not that anyone in Heartslaybul was complaining. Nor Grim or Vizzie, as they had appointed themselves as honorary Heartslaybul members for the time being....while it was convenient. This was supposed to be his last batch of cookies, but she didn't think twice when he started working on another dessert, figuring he might be making something of Riddle's request, or to practice something for his parents. "How do you keep track of all your siblings' favourite desserts?" Trey gave her a bit of a mischevious smile. "Well it changes slightly every year, but this year my parents sent me a list. But I remember it by PEARLY WHITE." It took a moment for her to register what he said. "....Like...like a tooth?" "Yeah. Pecan pie, eclairs, apple strudel, red velvet cupcakes, lemon bars, yule log, warabi mochi, halwa....then it's the younger kids so straight up icing was one of their answers, tres leches but he mostly just eats the whipped cream, and Evelyn is too young to eat solid foods still, but I needed her name for the sake of the perfect acronym." He shook his head a bit, smiling. "It's only gotten more difficult as each of my siblings starts branching out into their world studies, but it's made for a fun challenge learning about other cultures desserts." "That would explain why I didn't recognize a few of those dessert names....but you listed them off so perfectly, and you know you're a good baker, so why do you worry so much?" Trey smiled more as he resumed working on the dessert he was currently on. "They're my family. They're the people I'll give my best for, all the time, every time. It's exhausting, but it's worth it. They mean the world to me." His response gave Viz plenty of food for thought. He watched her expression carefully, before deeming it best to just let her think about it for a while - not in regards to him, but in regards to what her family...her biological family meant to her. It wasn't until he slipped a plate of ginger molasses cookies in front of her that she snapped out of her spiral of thoughts. She looked up at him slightly surprised. "These weren't on your list- why did you make them?" Trey smiled at her. "Ace told me what you said about me - something about a big brother figure? I'm not changing my acronym, but we can pretend there's a silent "g" at the end of "white"." She flushed a bit, looking back down at the plate of cookies in front of her, Trey moving away for a moment to give her time to put together some words. He brought back a glass of milk, setting it gently next to the cookies. He didn't expect her to all but launch herself at him, hugging him tightly and whispering a tiny "Thank you."

He chuckled a bit and pat her head, before hugging her back, making her feel more secure and safe than she had felt in years. ".....I'm still going to beat Ace's ass for that, but....thank you...." "You realize though, being my little sibling doesn't come without it's drawbacks. You have to laugh at all my jokes now, even if they aren't funny. And you're susceptible to a hundred times more teasing." Trey gave her a shit eating smile, softening to something more genuine as he heard her laugh a bit through tears. "I think I can deal with that if it means I get to feel how I feel right now.....give or take some embarrassment."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twst scenarios #trey clover #twst trey #vizzie castello #oc: vizzie #twst fluff #twst oc #december drabbles

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alolanrain · 1 year

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🅱️lease more of the A/B/O headcanons, I am BEGGING you

and you shall receive, though I'm still on my old people shtick. I also focused a lot on the fangs this time around. slightly nsfw so I'm putting it under a read more.

Lt. Surge- oh fuck me, am I right?

\ is actually a Beta but EVERYONE assumes he's an Alpha. he's got the trade mark anger and cockiness of one but in reality he's just a veteran happy to whoop some kids ass's and get paid for it.

\ very big dad energy to his Gym Trainers and will get all growly if their hurt or sick. though they don't get sick as often as they get hurt by the electric types around the gym.

\ his instinct are stronger then the normal person's so he's totally bit a Pokémon back when he was younger and now his mouth is filled with electrical burns/wounds. if he sticks his tongue out it looks like an Ariados web of raised wounds. he's not a fan of crunching down on hard things and it sucks because he was an ice muncher, still is in his heart but now he has to actually suck on the cubs - it helps keeps his patience in check sometimes because his mouth would be full and he can't speak.

Koga - I hate you yet I also adore you, in a way

\ an Omega but acts like an Alpha but a lot of the older league members know because of the Slick Incident of 94.

\ prefers to be chased by possible bed partners instead of being the chaser, but there's a few people he'd chase for if given the chance.

\ really REALLY tiny fangs, even for an Omega and got made fun of it during childhood and early adult hood. so now he has these teeth cap things that make it seem his canines are longer.

Clair - hello, hello

\ Alpha but acts more like a Beta and even submissive like an Omega behind close doors. it's almost natural for her since she grew up in Lance's shadow and was expected to present as a Beta at most.

\ she prefers more dominate Omega's as bed partners and would sometimes actively seek out Omega's that were taller then her. gender doesn't matter to her as long as the partner is just more dominant. in the end those people actually become her friends a lot of times afterwards and it's nice.

\ very long and skinny fangs and her parents kept taking her to the doctor in the Blackthorne City to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. nothing way, the teeth just naturally grew like that.

Lance - ya old ginger fuck

\ Omega and hates it. became both Johto and Kanto's champion just to prove his parents wrong after calling him worthless.

\ chunky semi short fangs and he teethed a lot while growing up and still continues to teeth to this day. the E4 of both regions have gotten him plenty of those chewing stims as little gifts during the holidays or when he's super stressful near the ending of the League's seasons. his favorite are the crystal shape ones that are a bit more tougher then the usual squishy rubber.

\ likes to fight his bed partners and be pressed into the bed, genuinely doesn't want the control in the end and it feels nice to him when it's stripped away. this means he's very particular about his partners and also wants someone bigger then him, though if their really strong then body size doesn't matter.

Brawly - lemme see those gains-PFT

\ above average Alpha for the Hoenn region, it helps that he's training almost every day and is on top of what his body needs food wise and focusing on what's missing like calcium or other vitamins.

\ very spry and energetic and acts like a puppy, this leads to Wallace and Steven in keeping an eye on him during league parties and gala's Brawly attends because he can get worked up really fast.

\ unlike most Hoenn Alpha's that seek their pleasure, Brawly almost exclusively gives. he doesn't mind receiving but prefers his partners to be the canter of the attention for most of the night.

#gym leader brawly #champion lance #gym leader clair #gym leader koga #a/b/o headcanon #lt surge #i think i did surge last night but I'm to tired to care

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ellohcee · 11 months

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HEY HEY. BLOODY NOSE AND SPEED DATING AND SINGLE DAD

HEEEEY okay okay these got little bit hella long so I am putting them under the cut~

Bloody nose is one I posted briefly then deleted for some reason? But I joked about this because of some shitpost I saw and like usual I said "oh Jasper" and doodled it yeah but I wrote it too! So here's a bit of it and I'm now realizing it's not really a WIP since I considered it I guess done when I posted the whole thing but here it is anyway~

Jasper likes to think he’s pretty easy going most of the time. He likes to let things roll off instead of getting annoyed or flustered, he just doesn’t see the point in stressing over most things especially the stuff you can’t control. Sure, maybe it’s to a fault sometimes but mostly it’s a good thing to be so chill! It makes life easier, and he’s kind of proud of his ability to keep his shit together.

Most of the time, being the key phrase.

And this ability happens to leave him under certain circumstances, like seeing a really cute guy across the street. He’s paused, standing out of the way as he looks at something on his phone, one knuckle of his free hand held against his chin as if thinking intently about something. Jasper can’t help but stare just a bit, just a little tiny bit because he’s… god he’s cute. He wishes he was on that side of the street to get a better look at him. Not that he has any kind of excuse or the balls to talk to the man but he can admire!

And then the man looks up, meeting his gaze and doing the emotional and mental equivalent of a car coming straight for him as Jasper’s brain freezes up from being caught staring, his heart doing a funny little skip, his breath catching-

-and his face smashing into a fucking telephone pole like hello who put this here!!

He stumbles back, nearly tripping on an uneven bit of the sidewalk and eating further shit in front of the cute stranger but he keeps upright despite the pain in his face and the stars blooming in front of his eyes as he feels a wetness start to roll down from his nose. The pain is already stark, radiating from his nose throughout the rest of his face in waves that make him dizzy as his ears ring a little from the sudden impact.

Sometimes he pauses and thinks to himself ‘why me’ and follows it up with ‘of course me why not’ because that’s just his luck sometimes. This is what he gets for being a creep and staring at some random dude across the street who’s just trying to mind his own business, and here he is ogling-

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?? You’re bleeding!”

He blinks, scrunching his nose briefly before making what must be an even worse expression as he sucks in a pained breath. He then comprehends that this someone is probably talking to him since it sure does feel like he’s got a gusher of a nosebleed and sure he had just walked face first into a goddamn telephone pole and again who in the ever loving fuck put that there when he was busy looking at-

He lets out a funny noise as he realizes the cute redhead he’d been staring at is no longer across the street and is now right next to him, looking at him in concern with a hand on Jasper’s shoulder, looking ten times as cute up close with all his freckles and his pretty green eyes -or are they teal?- and he looks really genuinely concerned. This isn’t the way he would’ve liked to start a conversation but this is apparently happening right here and right now.

It feels a little like he’s been shoved into rush hour traffic but somehow he’s gone into chill mode anyway.

“I’m fine, don’t even worry about it,” Jasper says with a wave, tasting blood as it runs down over his lip, sharp and strong, and he pulls the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand and swipes a little at the mess before pressing it lightly just under his nose to catch the trail.

“Are you sure? You should really sit down somewhere! Here, come with me,” the ginger insists, gently directing him around the stupid pole and towards a Starbucks and hopefully no one inside saw his totally uncool collision but what does that really matter when his cute stranger already saw the whole thing, what more dignity is there to lose? At this point being embarrassed feels useless, he’s just gonna roll through this mess.

On this note Jasper lets himself be led over to the establishment without a fuss, but still trying to assure the man. “It’s totally chill dude, really,” he soothes, feeling blood soak further along his sleeve, some of it starting to dry on his face where he’d smeared it, tasting it on his tongue. “It’s not broken or anything.”

“All the same, you really should sit for a minute and get some ice on that,” the ginger replies, opening the door with one hand and leading Jasper inside with the other still on his shoulder. He directs Jasper over to an empty table, pulling a chair out and guiding him to sit. A few of the patrons stare at him in curiosity, and he merely tilts his head calmly in a kind of ‘sup’ gesture, and they look away.

SPEED DATING! Idk how this came up but I thought hey wouldn't that be cute and the idea of JAsper just disrupting things in a very Jasper way is always good

David sighs as the bell rings and his current partner leaves without a word. He was already regretting that he allowed Gwen to talk him into this speed dating thing, and with each awkward interaction it gets stronger. He thought nothing ill of any of the women he’d sat with so far, but he knows he’s honestly not the type of man they were hoping to find here. And to be honest, lately he’s been leaning more towards-

“Mind if I uh, sit here?”

David looks up in surprise at the voice, seeing a man with his hand resting casually on the back of the chair. He’s a little red in the face, hesitant but hopeful, and this certainly is a surprise, but a good one all the same. “Oh, please go ahead,” he says, earning a nervous grin from the man as he sits.

“Thanks,” he says, scooting his chair. “Jasper,” he introduces.

“David,” the ginger replies, growing more and more hopeful. He hadn’t anticipated finding any gay men at this event, but this one seems to have him on radar. “Are you…” he trails off, unsure of how to ask. He feels he shouldn’t need to ask, it is a dating event after all so if Jasper wants to sit with him that should mean there’s interest, but he’s been burned one too many times.

“Bi,” Jasper fills in with a grin, not seeming to mind the questiom. “I’ve uh… been thinking about trying to snag a seat with you, finally decided to just go for it, and if I’m reading wrong I’ll just retreat with my pride only mildly damaged,” he teases.

“Oh,” David says in surprise. “Well I- I’m bi too,” he says, making Jasper’s smile widen. “I hadn’t expected…”

“Me neither,” Jasper replies. “My gaydar’s not the most reliable, but I’m glad I took my chances.”

David chokes on a laugh, smiling. “I am too,” he says happily. “My friend talked me into this, she figured it was the next best thing since I’m too nervous to go to any bars...”

“Heeey that’s chill, bar surfing’s not for everyone, even ones where you’re more guaranteed of being with your people,” Jasper assures him. “That’s not my scene either, too loud for me.”

They chat for a few minutes, and David feels himself relaxing as the moments go by, it’s much more natural and comfortable than the previous conversations he’s had tonight. There’s something about Jasper, he’s just so easy going and friendly. The women who’d sat with him until now gave the impression of being stuck with him as their last choice. But Jasper sought him out on purpose, maybe that’s why their conversation is so easy. It’s hard to make small talk when one half of the table is just counting down until they can change seats.

Way too quick for their liking, the bell rings and people begin to shuffle. Jasper hesitates, and David feels his heart sink.

“Rotate couples, come on!”

Jasper clicks his tongue in annoyance, probably because the host is looking at him specifically, likely trying to burn a hole through his skull with sheer will alone. “Well, it was rad chatting with you. Maaaybe I’ll wind up at your table again,” he suggests hopefully.

“I’d like that,” David smiles.

Jasper grins back in delight.

“That means you table twelve!”

“Bite me,” Jasper says petulantly with a brief but dirty look at the host, standing up and wandering over to a new seat with one last glance at the ginger.

David watches him go, almost missing that someone else is taking the empty seat. He pastes on a smile and introduces himself…

Throughout the night, Jasper makes his way to David’s table whenever he can, which is not hard unless someone sits at his table first before he can get away. After their third chat, the host actually stops Jasper in the shuffle where he’s on his way to David again, begging him to sit with someone else.

“What, is it against the rules?” he challenges, not aggressive, but a little peeved that he’s being held up.

“Well- no- but that’s the point of getting twenty men and twenty women,” the host tries to reason. “It’s off balance now and the women that are left over are uncomfortable...”

“Well no offense to them but now they know how us sad little gays feel,” Jasper quips cheerfully. “You can kick me out if you want, but then you’ll still be off balance. PLUS it’d be kinda super uncool and come off as a little kinda homophobic if you do,” he shrugs casually, practically batting his eyes.

The host huffs, waving his hands in annoyance. “Fine, fine!”

“Sorry to pull that card, I know you’re just tryin to run your event, but I found a good match,” Jasper grins, heading towards said match’s table. “Hey, job well done!” he calls over his shoulder, giving the exasperated host double thumbs up as he makes his way to David.

“Heya stranger!” he greets as he parks it in the empty chair across from the ginger, looking accomplished.

“Did you get in trouble?” David teases playfully.

“Yeah I got a little talking to, but we’re chill now, my stubbornness won out and we came to an understanding,” Jasper grins, winking.

David giggles softly. “I’m glad to hear that.”

AND finally SINGLE DAD- I just love the idea of David trying to navigate the idea of dating because he totally does want his kid's approval but ALSO because Max can be a little ticking time bomb and he's sweatin it a little-

“Max,” David says carefully, making the boy look up from his dinner with a suspicious glare.

“What,” he deadpans, hearing the tone immediately and knowing A Conversation is going to be had.

“I was just wondering… what you thought of Jasper,” David says, trying to be casual. “You two seem to get on well.”

“He’s annoying,” Max grumbles flatly, making David’s heart drop, the beginnings of dread creeping in.

“What?”

“His jokes are stupid and he dresses like he found his shit out of a thirty year old dumpster behind some shitty store that went out of business… But. Other than that he’s fine I guess, whatever,” Max shrugs, seeing some of David’s fear start to recede. “You like him,” he says blandly.

David’s face warms, and he looks down at his food. “Yes.”

“So ask him on a date already, jesus,” Max sighs with a roll of his eyes, taking a bite of food.

David’s heart races, looking back up at his son. “Really? You would… be okay with it?”

“You don’t need my permission,” the boy shoots back.

“But I want it,” David says carefully, making Max pause and look up from his dinner. “Max, you’re my son, and I absolutely care what you think and how you feel, including about people I may bring into your life. I don’t want you to agree because you feel you have no say in it. I want to know if you’re actually okay with Jasper. If you could… see him in the picture with us.”

Max stares at him for a long moment, quietly shocked. Even though David has thrown him little curve balls like this time and time again, it never fails to surprise him when he’s treated like a human with feelings and opinions, not just a stupid child. His old parents, while not terrible, had often brushed aside his opinions and protests like most adults he’d met. Telling him he’s too young, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t know. But David is different, and after two years it still throws him off.

Finally, he lets out a sigh that’s almost a laugh. “Yeah yeah, whatever, date him,” he says calmly. “Maybe he can divert some of your annoying ass chipper self away from me and onto him instead,” he smirks, making David laugh.

“Aw Max, I love you kiddo,” he says in delight, taking another bite of his dinner and feeling both at peace and excited. He’d been scared of Max having objections to the idea of him dating, bringing a potential parental figure into his life, but the boy surprises him sometimes. Thankfully this is one of those times.

Now the other monumental task…

Asking Jasper out.

- - - -

“Hey, Jasp,” David says nervously, his face already warming a little.

“Hey dudeski,” Jasper replies, handing him an iced coffee as he sits.

“Oooh, thank you,” David says happily, the simple gift distracting him from his nerves a little as he takes a sip. “Wow, this is good! Where’d you get it?”

“Okay, you’re cool so I’m gonna let you in on my secret, but this stays between us,” Jasper says in a quiet, but dramatic voice as he leans in. “The gas station next to Wendy’s, downtown.”

“Really? A gas station?” David says in surprise.

“Again, hush hush, I can’t have the whole world movin’ in on my coffee spot,” Jasper insists firmly, making David laugh.

“Of course, your secret’s safe with me,” he says with a big smile, his heart fluttering at the way Jasper grins back a him, and he feels like now is the time. He’s nearly certain Jasper likes him back, but the nerves have been eating him up. Max had watched him pace for nearly ten minutes before finally tossing a throw pillow from the couch at him.

He takes a little sip of the coffee to stall for just another moment, clearing his throat. “Hey… Jas?”

“Sup,” the other man replies curiously, sipping his own coffee.

“I was wondering if… if you’d um.. like to get lunch- or-or dinner or something- sometime, anytime, whenever… with me,” he adds softly, heart thundering.

Jasper stares at him, brows raised where they’d slowly climbed during his stammering, blinking as he slowly sets the coffee down seemingly without realizing it. “Like… like a date?” he asks carefully.

David takes a long breath. “Yes,” he says on the exhale.

Jasper’s face breaks into a silly, crooked smile, his eyes alight and a flush in his cheeks. “Yeah dude, totally!” he says in delight. “But uh- will Max be okay with it?” he asks hesitantly.

“I’ve already asked, I have his blessing,” David says shyly, smiling.

“For real, he’s cool?” Jasper asks in surprise.

“Yes, he says you’re annoying, but I’m allowed,” the ginger says wryly.

“What! Annoying??” Jasper asks, looking stricken and betrayed despite often proclaiming himself annoying. “How? Why?”

“He says it’s your jokes and the way you dress,” David says, his smile widening in delight as Jasper immediately looks down at his shirt, a bright green gecko with pink-rimmed sunglasses looking back at him against the black fabric.

He looks up, a little devastated. “But- this is primo shit! It’s classic!”

David laughs. “For what it’s worth, I like the way you dress, you remind me of an arcade carpet sometimes,” he teases playfully.

“Only sometimes?” Jasper pouts, making David laugh again. “But man, your little dude is major harsh.”

“He can be quite… opinionated,” the ginger says kindly, neutral despite the polite smile on his face. Neutral like leaving out Max’s comment about clothes out of a 30 year old dumpster. “But he did say other than that you’re fine,” he adds wryly, knowing this is the closest Max could get to showing approval. His son was not shy of making his distaste known, so ‘fine’ was a huge win for David.

“Well I’ll take fine, the little man seems hard to win over,” Jasper says, his pout slowly morphing into a goofy smile. “So… a date,” he repeats, sounding pleased.

David goes a little redder. “If you could see yourself dating a single dad of a little hellraiser,” he says softly.

“You and your little hellraiser are pretty cool, I can definitely see it,” Jasper replies, his grin stretching as David’s eyes flicker down to his coffee with a cute smile, looking embarrassed.

He’d definitely not been expecting to be asked out by David today but god damn he’ll take it!

#what is a snippet these got so long i'm sorry #ellotalks

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kettleghost · 1 year

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PLS tell me about ur Claus headcanons!!!!!

smiles and grins super wide okiedokie!! this post has a few already listed BUT here r some more 👍👍👍

prefacing this with the fact that this is my time skip au and claus is like 17

he’s gay and asexual

he keeps to himself and doesn’t really talk to many people

he’s dating fuel (fuel doesn’t care for labels but likes all genders)

he’s like. 60% robot, many of his vital organs are mechanical (such as his heart obviously) he has like. a cpu in his brain probably LOL he can access google through that shit

he’s unable to talk to animals like his brother, however he can communicate with other chimeras!

he’s very tall! noticeably taller than lucas

he’s super pale since he like. died

he’s very reserved and has trouble emoting, he’s like. deadpan all the time

despite this! he’s surprisingly funny and has a really dry sense of humour

lucas and fuel are the only two people he really talks to

earlier on, he used to try and help around the village a lot. many people are either intimidated by him or pity him, neither of which he enjoys. he knows that he’ll never be who he once was again, so he doesn’t try to be. he doesn’t really help around the village as much anymore, people have accepted him but many ex-pigmasks are still frightened by him which #sucks for him

literally just wants to be a normal guy

keeps his old helmet in a closet lol

when he’s stressed he goes to a little secret spot in the sunshine forest that only he knows about

he’s actually just a massive fucking edgelord he’s the type of guy to correct you on the differences between goth and emo

he’s kinda just. a guy idk?? he is a tall tall ginger robot man who doesn’t talk to anyone how crazy is that

he just looks like this the whole time: 😐

he doesn’t really like talking about his time as the masked man, unless it’s to lucas or fuel

lucas wants him to make more friends

he’s very smart and good with technology! he’s successfully tweaked the mechanics on his arm before! he tried teaching lucas once but he didn’t get it

the ultimate chimera is like a big puppy to him :) he plays fetch with it

lucas caught him drinking gasoline once and neither of them talked about it to each other ever again

he purposefully doesn’t wear his iconic striped shirt outside, he isn’t that person anymore (he does wear it as pyjamas though!)

his mechanical parts are waterproof

fuel thinks his and lucas’ psi is the coolest shit ever

he still adores omelettes, he cannot cook for shit though <\3

he’s like. a tiny tiny bit silly #tbh

bro idk

he sometimes just. does things without explaining it ever. he’s just silly like that sometimes he’ll just leave the room without announcing anything then fly into the sky with those crazy jetpack wings he has and then he comes back like 19 hours later and won’t elaborate if anyone asks where he went

he likes video games! he and fuel are both ridiculously good at fps games

i headcanon that lucas is a really talented artist, he likes helping out as much as he can around the town and opened up art lessons for anyone interested! claus attends these sometimes (he is really really mediocre at art LOL)

still kinda stubborn but he’s literally never angry, if he doesn’t wanna do something he’ll just. leave the room LOL

#can you tell i came up with like half of these when i was 12 #brooooo she made mother 3 gay wtf?!!???! wtf?!?!!#this is so flipping cringe #sorry for being silly it will happen again #hello bcs/pnat followers stumbling accross this sorry for making no sense ever #mother 3

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treacherouspirating · 1 year

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No time for Stress, Doctor!

(Tickle fiction.)

Grayson stared at the papers laid out in front of him, their seemingly endless paragraphs mocking him with name after name of each patient that was foolish enough to injure themselves on board and wind up in his medical bay. It was enough to make him cry. Then again, he knew what he was getting himself into when he got onto a pirate ship after all. No-one said it was going to be an easy feat.

Doctor.

Such a joke of a title for him. He could barely even call himself that. For heavens sake, he even had to use an electric eel on someone just to get their heart to beat again. He gave an exasperated groan, one more mishap with someone and he would be considering bashing his head on the desk in a fit of exhaustion, hoping that it would knock him out so he could at least get a moment of rest.

'Doctor Grayson?'

A familiar voice called out to him from the doorway..shit, it was the captain. Captain Black Rose had never been too friendly to him or even to his own crew, and it did not do any favours to Grayson, who's head was in his arms as he lazily slumped his body forwards so he could use the uncomfortably slanted wooden desk as a pillow of sorts. Begrudgingly, he tilted his head up and responded to the captain without even giving him a glance.

"Yes, Captain? What is it? Did another man get injure-"

'You're overworking yourself. Stop this at once.'

...What? Did he hear that correctly?

"I beg your pardon, Captain?"

'Do not act stupid with me, Doctor. I can see your signs of exhaustion and weariness on your face as clear as the sea.'

Well, this was embarrassing. The captain wasn't necessarily wrong, per say, by he certainly didn't like being called out on it by him. Grayson gave a shrug of his shoulders, and a small "Mhm".

'Doctor, go rest. Now.'

"No, I have to get my work done, Captain. I shan't rest until it is finished."

'Doctor, I am not asking. This is an order!-'

"Captain, quite frankly I do not care about your orders. As doctor of this ship I shan't rest until I am certain that everything is done, and that is that. Now would you kindly stop worrying about m-"

The ginger-haired doctor was quickly caught off guard by poking in his sides and a few skittering fingers around his neck.

"G-Gahaha! Captain, this is rather unprofessional!"

He tries to protest through his snorts and guffaws of laughter that he couldn't help but let escape through his lips. He squirmed a bit, covering his neck just that tiny bit more with his lengthy amber hair and held his sides.

"Tch, to even think I would fall for something as childish as that."

'Yes, but it certainly worked though, did it not, Doctor? Here, I can assure you that you will be feeling as fine as a fiddle if you just let your Captain help ya destress.'

"Captain, I'm fi-"

He was cut off again by the captain getting Grayson in a bear-hug. It was very rarely that the captain gave hugs, if at all, but when he did, it was slightly soothing. Well..soothing if the captain didn't then begin to scribble his fingers on the ginger's stomach.

"Whahat the?! Yohohou ruffian, I'll get you back for this!"

The doctor barked in retaliation to the tickling, yet his words held very little threat or danger to them, his "intimidating" words falling on deaf ears as the captain continues his little scribblings and skitterings.

'I told you to listen to me, Doctor. Not my fault you did not wish to listen.'

"It most certainly ihihis your fault! I'm telling you that I am perfectly alrihight!"

The captain just scoffed in response, rolling his eyes as he loosens his hug slightly. As he does so, his hands "accidentally" slip under Gabriel's arms, and he begins to tickle the ginger-haired doctor's armpits, drawing out chuckles and squeals from Grayson.

"Wahahait, nohoho, Captain!"

He uselessly squeaks out through his bouts or laughter, as he wriggled in the Captain's embrace. Sweet mother of pearls, he had nearly forgotten how strong the Captain was.

His hands quickly swooped to try and grab the Captain's wrists and pry the restless yet swift wiggling fingers away, yet failed as he instead covered his own warm, boisterously laughing face.

"Cahahaptain! Hahahave mehehercy!"

He pleads, a few stray tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks as he shook his head desperately to try and distract himself from the constant poking and scratching of the tickling.

'Ah, ah, ah, not until you promise to stop overworking yourself..'

Grayson gave a small huff of annoyance through his laughter, making the captain raise an eyebrow and tut in response.

'You just do not give up easy, do you?'

The captain mutters, before one of his hands slip down to the doctor's stomach, his other hand remained lodged in the doctor's armpit.

"Wait, Captain, what are you-"

Grayson barely had time to finish that sentence before the teasing pokes and tickles came back again with a bit of a greater force than last time at both areas, each scratch or prod causing a loud cackle or hearty laugh to come out from the doctor.

"CAHAHAPTAIN, NOHAHAHA!"

'Oh come on, Doctor. All you have to do to make this stop is say "I shan't overwork myself for as long as I am on this ship."'

"OHOVER MY DEHEHEAD BODY!"

'Over your dead body, eh? I would certainly hate to see such a talented doctor go to waste.."

The teasing was unbearable. Hearing the Captain's deep yet gruff tone making witty remarks as Grayson felt the nimble fingertips of the captain skittering across his skin like a bunch of ticklish spiders only made it worse.

"FIHIHINE, I YIEHEHELD! I YIEHELD, CAPTAIN!"

The doctor says with a pleading squeal, practically begging for the ticklish onslaught to end, which it abruptly does, Grayson finally being able to catch his breath again, although the captain still held the doctor in his embrace.

'Well, go on. Say it.'

"...I..Doctor Grayson..promise I shan't overwork myself for as long as I am on this ship."

That seemed satisfactory enough for the captain, the tall pirate giving a small noise of approval before patting Grayson's shoulder.

'Good. Now, time for you to get some rest.'

"But Captain, I need to get these papers don-"

A stern and steely gaze from the captain instantly threw that idea out of the window and into the ocean.

'Sleep, now.'

The doctor gulped, nodding quickly.

"Yes, Captain.."

The captain nodded, turning on his heel to head out of the medical bay. But as he put his hand on the round handle of the door, he turns back to the doctor.

'Doctor?'

"Yes, Captain?"

'Take care of yourself, alright? You are as much of a valuable member to my crew as I am. And stick by your promise, or else you know what happens..'

He threatens calmly, wiggling his fingers on one hand in a teasing manner, making the doctor immediately scoff yet chuckle.

"Ah yes, I am aware. Have a good night, Captain."

'You too, Doctor.'

The captain finished. And just like that...the captain left the med-bay and left the doctor alone in the room. Sighing, Grayson sat in a chair and slumped against it, closing his eyes as the ticklish sensations finally turned into just a warm feeling. Maybe the captain really is nice to his crew...sometimes.

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And finally done. Holy stars this took a damn long time to finish. First fiction I've tried writing this stuff about. Any critiques greatly appreciated, thanks!

#tickle fic #tickle fanfiction #pirate tickle

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softgrungeprophet · 7 months

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Seth works for the Soundview Ballet, which is very loosely based on the PNB (in terms of size, season, etc) which irl apparently is known to have a preference for tall dancers instead of the usual bias for the tiny (some of the girls that dance for them are 5'11", 6')

transposing this onto the fictional SVB is useful for me since Seth is 6'2"

though at the same time, the next tallest is Casey, at 6 feet even, and the rest of the dancers of both genders have a wide range but mostly fall between about 5'9" and 5'11" except for a couple smaller dancers. so seth still stands out.

Seth has often been excluded not just because of their height. They are very quiet, have trouble making friends because of it, are effeminate yet take up space, are pretty and muscular and strong, work twice as hard as many of the male dancers while still generally looking like one of them. they are often assigned roles en travesti. no one can decide if this is more or less offensive than having a man do it but at least the step sister role is technically challenging and fun. (but seth doesn't want to be confined to comedic roles like the eldest step sister or the ass, or non-dancing roles like the larger-than-life mother ginger) (as fabulous as she is)

which is of course where the swan comes in, and later the firebird

seth suits bird roles imo. when you watch choreo for swan lake, some dancers are graceful but that's about it. but some of the swans have very defined back muscles, and when they move their arms like wings it really brings out a lot. swans are large, powerful birds which is why seth even landed an odette/odile role in the first place. (they will never, in contrast, dance the waifish and sickly Giselle)

anyway where i'm going here is that there are two male dancers with the confidence and upper body strength to lift Seth, because most of the dancers are very close in size and there is still a higher percentage of under 5'11" women than men and the women tend to be less buff cause most of them don't do kickboxing to work out stress lol

(and some of the dudes are just jerks who don't want to dance with seth)

one of the people who can lift Seth is Casey because he is the second tallest dancer in the entire company, and more importantly is willing to put in the work and willing to touch Seth's body without discomfort. Casey's also gay and he and Seth are pretty into each other lol so unsurprising that he winds up the prince to Seth's swan. he brings out passion in Seth. and also can lift Seth up for the little leg movements and music trills.

the question is whether or not Casey can carry Seth bodily overhead. because a lot of the swan lake lifts involve the swan propelling herself under her own power (i mean, flight, right) so really mr handsome prince is there to keep her centered and complement her jumps

BUT in the firebird, there is at least one partnered dance that involves the male lead carrying the eponymous firebird like... over his head.

There is another dancer who can lift Seth. His name is Mark. They may or may not be exes, he may or may not be heteroflexible (i still haven't decided but the juiciness of their abrasiveness together being a breakup that can't totally extinguish their mutual respect is like, yeah)

Anyway Mark is 5'5".

so imagine me looking at my notes like, well i don't want Casey to ALWAYS be the only one to dance with Seth and Mark and Seth are compatible in the strength department -- but also i'm sitting here laughing imagining this burly 5'6" tank of a man holding Seth's 6'2" frame overhead, not to mention any scene involving Seth going en pointe of course involves a full extra foot length in height, which is very noticeable even when the male dancer is taller... tfw seth is en pointe which would, with mark, make them a Full Foot Taller

it could PROBABLY work but it might still look goofy 😅 i should sketch it out sometime

also imagine the firebird is dressed like a 1920s burlesque fan dancer

#nadia rambles #oc stuff #scratchverse #seth #arghwrites #kinda #i mean i guess there's always the 'guest dancer' option too esp since the firebird actually uses a lot of the male dancers #to play monsters and stuff

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lessthanconventional · 1 year

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Welcome to my Kinkblr!

Kinks You'll Find Here:

Stuffing

Stomachaches

Belly rubs

Tummy noises

Burping

Liquid bloats

Soft feedism

Mild weight gain/fat admiration

Kinks You Won't Find Here:

Scat/Eprocto

Pregnancy/Breeding

Nonconsensual force feeding

My Writing

I cycle sporadically between various WIPs, mostly about original characters. On the happy occasion I actually finish a story, I usually post it to my Pillowfort and AO3 and share links here.

Speaking of Pillowfort…

I can't recommend Pillowfort.social enough if you're in the market for an independent, user-funded, NSFW-welcoming social media site. They just came out with a rolling wait list a la AO3, but if you don't wanna wait, you can send me an ask off anon or message me for an account key. 🗝️

My Sideblogs

t-kiss is my sideblog project for tummy kink self-ship; check it out if that's your jam and maybe submit something for you and your F/Os!

unconventionalselfships is my personal t-kiss blog for gushing about my obscure F/Os.

unconventionalafterdark is where I put steamier content and real-life kink. (Basically it's a catch-all for anything that feels like "too much" for my main blog. 😅)

Current Projects (indexes coming soon!)

Whiskey And Ice Cream/WAIC: An ongoing series of self-indulgent stories centered around charming sugar daddy feeder Dustin, his adorable sugar baby-turned-boyfriend feedee Adam, and their glamorous feeder FWB Angel.

A Meeting of Minds/AMOM (WIP): A plotty kink series exploring my original urban fantasy universe and the queerplatonic found family that inhabits it. If you like the fantastic stories by @ginger-and-mint and @tiny-loves-rubs then this will be right up your alley.

The Tummy Date, aka Dirk & Vanessa (WIP): An experimental story of intentional kink that started out as a love letter to my favorite fic of the same name on StomachacheCafe (may it rest in peace). I love the OCs that came from it enough that I'll probably end up writing more for them. Set in the same universe as WAIC.

Wild Mountain Honey (WIP): More self-indulgent goodness centered around a bear shifter named Orson, the small mountain town he calls home, and his love interest Jia, a burnt out big city lawyer who's inexplicably attracted to Orson's big appetite. This is still in its early development stages, but the eventual goal is more or less kinky supernatural romance meets Hallmark movie. Set in the same universe as AMOM.

Kinky Blorbo Micro Manifestos

Ask me about any of these if you want exuberant infodumps and hyperspecific headcanons. Pretty much all of these have at least one back-burner plot bunny attached to them.

John Pope and Sara from Falling Skies: Pope is my blorbo to end all blorbos, the bright star on my horizon, my #1 t-kiss F/O. Sara is his kick-ass girlfriend, one of my favorite female characters ever, and someone I'm working up the courage to also make my t-kiss F/O. He's a trigger-happy berserker who's also a chef and eats more times on-camera than anyone else on the show, she's a plucky former graphic designer who asked him for Pringles at gunpoint—need I say more?

Nick Burkhardt and Sean Renard from Grimm (TV): The stars of the first kinky fanfic I ever felt brave enough to actually post online (which I will continue Someday™). I low-key ship them and Adalind in a kinky OT3. Sean x Cheesecake 4ever (based on an outtake that would've been memed in a larger fandom).

Pete Latimer and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13: This show is best known for its amazing and tragically non-canon femslash ship, Bering and Wells, but y'all, we are sleeping on Pete. He had as much kinky canon material (proportionally at least) as a certain gruff-voiced monster-hunter, right down to a signature favorite dessert, and he may have his flaws but his masculinity is a hell of a lot healthier overall. Meanwhile, Myka is a canonical stress eater with a canonical sweet tooth and a canonical best friend/partner (Pete) who's always trying to get her to relax. Pyka was queerplatonic and I will die on that hill.

Batman/Bruce Wayne and Catwoman/Selina Kyle from Batman: The Animated Series: I've had a long-time crush on TAS Batman, and tummying him is the inevitable result of that. It's practically canon that BatCat is some flavor of kinky, so Selina talking Bruce into self-care via feedism doesn't seem like much of a stretch to me. I'm also 100% down for kinky WonderBat and/or WonderBatCat.

The Leverage OT3 (Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker): I'm still working my way past season one, but I have already made it my life's sidequest to believably tummy these three in various ways. Eliot's a hobbyist chef in desperate need of R&R, Hardison's hacker snacking provides endless windows of opportunity, and Parker has a major sweet tooth and zero inhibitions.

Flip from Slumberland (2022): Y'all. Y'all. I am feral over this man. A goofy outlaw and reluctant father played by Jason Momoa with fangs and a clingy T-shirt who carries snacks in his pockets and spends half the movie touching his belly is illegally tailored to my interests. Also the movie was hilarious and adorable and gave me feels and you should watch it.

#pinned post #info post #belly kink

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A secret between just the two of us (Nami x Robin)

"Are you new here?" He asked, with a smirk plastered on his face, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at Robin's body, judging every detail of it.

"yes"

"You are quite beautiful" Robin turn to face elsewhere, forcing a blush. "But I don't see the most important one! What is going on!!" But it wasn't long before everyone's attention turns into the other woman, the one that everyone was waiting for, the only woman that the shogunate couldn't take his eyes off.

"I am here" Komurasaki fans herself, as she proudly sat next to the shogunate. Robin takes advantage of her presence in the room and quietly leaves.

They had a mission, and the mission was to gain important information on Kaido. To help Luffy and the others to defeat Kaido. But that wasn't the only thing she was looking for, her main search was the Ponegliff, Robin was confident the Ponegliff was invented here, she was sure that it was hidden here somewhere.

She enters the room that looked old and mysterious. Shuffling through every drawer and looking for anything that was worth to look for.

"Are you looking for something?" Robin freezes in her place, swallowing thickly as her gaze fells over the ninja's that had surrounded her.

Nami had to admit the call she received from Robin had settle a panic through her mini heart.

"This is Orabi, I am sorry, but I was discovered by the enemies!"

"What? they found Robin??"

"There are some ninjas in the castle, 11 of them at least!" It didn't help a bit to hear Robin huffing and rushing through the end of the call.

"I am sure they will go after Orabi! Let's go protect her Onami!" Shinobu spoked, Cleary worried for the other woman's safety which had bother Nami even more.

"Right! Robin where are you??" but instead of the elegant soft voice, she heard a drunken manly voice at the end of the call.

"Oh, you are geisha!" she heard him say and there the call ended abruptly. Despite her worry Nami could still feel the jealousy running through her mini heart. She chewed her bottom lip, frowning at the tiny snail.

"Shinobu..." she squeezed the life out of the snail, before glancing at the other woman.

"I need to go down there."

"What?! that's too risky for a youthful woman like you we can have Bonekichi look for Orabi--"

"It will be easier if I just blend into the crowd and look for her, it won't be too hard." Nami spoked, already jumping down from the attic.

"Onami! You can't! If your identity is exposed--" But Shinobu couldn't sneak in to finish her sentence as Nami had already disappeared from her sight. She sighs, calling Bonekichi letting him know about the change.

Her experience and what she had seen made it very easy for her to pretend like a Geisha. As for the clothes, she "borrowed" them from one of the women in the banquet hall and wore a mask to conceal her identity. The crowd was too busy drinking and laughing so they didn't question much about her identity. The mood was just perfect and all Nami had to do was hope Robin would come back here, it was the safest place, the older woman had to be here.

"I want to drink the night away with you!" The sudden loud laughter of the shogunate had drawn the attention of Nami and there her heart had itched as she saw the other woman flirt with the ugly looking bastard.

as if, she would never.

"Your words... Even if you are joking, they make me happy." The ginger could feel her heart suddenly taking a break, she holds her breathe, watching the two giggling and laughing.

"Oh no-no-no, I am not joking, I am being serious."

"Oh... I am so grateful... Now my lord..." The lump in her throat had tightened as she saw the older woman, blush with ease and sneak her way into the shogun's ears, whispering and smiling, sitting down on his lap. Of course, she knew all this was just a pretend, so why did she feel this way? Nami finally lets go of her tight grip and exhales

"Why am I even stressing out for? Robin can handle herself!" She scoffs, taking off the mask her smile slowly disappears but it didn't last long as her attention was suddenly on the woman that had just passed by her. She tilts her head to the side, watching the scene as it played out. The woman eventually got the shogun's eyes within seconds, and Robin and quickly drifted away.

"Orachi-sama... doesn't he know the other side of her?" One of the Geisha next to her spoke with a frown.

"Even if he learns about it, she will evade reapproach with that prettiness." Nami lets the information sink in as she watches the girl and the shogunate. Slowly other negative comments were made from the crowd, and Nami did nothing but listen to each and one of them losing focus of Robin who had already disappear from her sight.

"He is still afraid of Kozuki oden's retainers who were wiped out two decades ago... How ridiculous." from then on, the conversation suddenly shifted to the shogunate and eventually everyone in the room started snickering behind him, but not a moment later, from the distance, Nami made out a kid who looked a bit too young to be in the banquet started laughing drawing everyone's attention in the room. Her eyes shifted at the shogunate who look extremely furious.

"...Because everyone is taking him for a fool" Nami's eyes widen, impressed by the little girl's bravery to speak such words.

"How obnoxious-- I AM THE SHOGUN" The shogunate spoke, boiling with anger as he slowly takes out his sword, ready to slash the girl.

"Otoko-chan!!"

That voice?!

Nami eyes averted at Robin, wondering how she knew about the little kid but that was a time another day, the fear the crowd had in their eyes. No, it was obvious he was going to kill her.

"My lord! she is just a kid!!" Nami spoked, already nervous and hesitant of her next move but whatever it was she was not going to let a kid die tonight. Before taking out her weapon, a girl had already made a quick move and slapped the shogunate which cause the crowd gasp in shock. She quickly wore her mask and shifted through the crowd only to hold a grip on Robin's wrist. It seems like she had safely landed the kid with her devil fruit powers.

"Nami?" The ginger takes out her mask, holding on the older woman tightly.

"We need to get out of here and fast." She dragged the other woman only to let go to grab the kid and run out.

"What about the ninja's do you know a way out?!" Robin yelled running behind her. Nami didn't replied, only focusing on finding a cliff somewhere she can jump off from.

Reaching to the bench she founds what she had been looking for and turns around to glance at the older woman as she takes out the kite she had borrowed from Shinobu. A heat rises on her cheeks.

"I need you to hold on the kid, and with your other hand hold on to me."

"w-what, how am I supposed to?!" and before each of them know it, the shogunate had already turn into his true form.

"BRING THE KID TO ME THIS INSTANT!" Panic rushed in through Robin, she had wrapped her arm on the younger girl's shoulder and the kid between them.

"She is going to fall off-- you should just--"

"I am not leaving anyone behind." Nami demanded. "Otoko-chan, hang in tight." She mutters at the kid.

"Nami- wait we are going to fall--" but before Robin can finish her sentence, Nami had already jumped off-- which had cause Robin to grip on her tightly closing her eyes.

But nothing horrible had happened. She felt the gentle breeze brushing against her skin and she glances down only for panic to rise in again as felt the kid slipping.

The older woman shifted into a comfortable position where her legs to wrapped around the ginger's waist and pulls the younger girl's body closer to herself. A sigh leaves from her lips as she rests her chin on top of her shoulders tightly holding onto her.

"Next time let me be in charge." The whisper had set Nami's cheeks on fire, she chuckles nervously.

"It would be too risky for you to use your devil fruit powers in front of everyone. Your identity would have been exposed." The soft giggles that left from Robin had tickled her neck, and before she knew, she felt a kiss on the side of her neck.

"My hero." Robin whispers again and Nami started choking on her own salvia, causing the flight to be shaky.

"Robin!!!" The ginger yelped, trying to draw her focus back on the land.

"What's wrong?"

"You-... You can't just kiss me out of nowhere! I am trying to bring us back down safely" she huffs out, hoping the other woman doesn't notice how red she was beginning to become.

"Hm? You don't like it?"

"How is otoko-chan?" Robin glances down, a soft groan leaves from her lips.

"I think she has passed out."

"What?!!" Nami swallows, finding a small beach to land on. " we are almost there, a bit longer" she mumbles.

And as she promised, she safely lands on the beach, slowly removing Otoko from Robin and gently setting her on the sand. Then her eyes averted to Robin's ripped dress which had exposed her long slander legs. She walks over, kneeling to take a look on the dress.

"I might have rushed us through, I could... buy you a new one. Take it as a way of me apologizing." A hand gently tilt her head upwards, forcing her to face the older woman and before she knew, the older woman had already closed the distance between their lips and slowly pushed the ginger on the sand.

"Robin" Nami yelp, covering her lips as she turned completely red. "What was that for?? You can't just kiss people"

"You don't like it?"

"T-that's not the point!" A giggle left from the raven hair as she sat on top of her sighing in relief. Her fingers trailing her chin then back at her lips, smudging the ginger's lipstick.

"Were you jealous? I understand if you were worried about me but were you jealous at the banquet?"

"J-jealous? Why would I be jealous?" Nami glanced anywhere but the woman in-front of her.

"So you would rather have me spend the rest of the night with the shogunate?" there was a sudden pressure in her tone and Nami knew the other woman was being completely serious. She frowns at the change of the mood, confused at what Robin was trying to get at.

"With a guy like him? No of course not, Even if you were into him, I would never let it happen."

"Mm~ how so?" A chill ran down her spine as the raven hair placed kisses all over her neck. She sits up, stopping the other girl before she could leave any marks.

"Are you feeling okay? Did you drink?" The ginger hair managed to free herself from the other woman and checked her temperature. Only a smile can be seen on Robin's face as she listens to the younger woman ask her numerous questions.

"Am I not allow to kiss you?" She blurts out, raising a brow.

"Its not... Luffy and Sanji, what if the other guys--" with a deep sigh, Robin was slowly losing her patience.

"It would remain a secret between us two." Blue meeting Brown, Only the sound of waves was heard. "Unless.. if you are uncomfortable, we can both pretend that this moment never existed." With no response, Robin stands up, patting her knees to get rid of the sand.

"Its not.. It's just new to me, this is the only time we are doing this, do you understand?" Nami demanded, frustrated at the little surprised expression Robin had, as if this was something bizarre.

"You..?" huffing out, Robin chuckles to herself. Still in disbelief by all this, a sudden curiosity kicks in to Robin's gut and before she can open her mouth to ask- Nami had already pressed her lips against hers.

A smile was plastered on Robins face. Perhaps she would ask her another time.

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#nami x robin #one piece #nami one piece #robin one piece

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