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Small addition? To the "Pierro ain't human and hes a lil feral" thingy, but why do i feel like he would actually make a nest, not even knowingly, man just keeps blankets close to the bed and at some point you have to accept your fate and bury urself in the 8 different blankets he has piled up.
Its probably the textures he struggles to get *perfectly*
Also! Also! Bet ya he's waking up at the slightest of sounds during the night, it could be a snow fox yards away in the snow and hes already glaring at its general direction.
YOU ARE SO RIGHT YOUR BRAIN IS SO JUICY NONNIE <33
f!reader, a bit of cursing but overall no other warnings, just fluffy feral pierro <33
it feels like that because you're right!! feral khaen'riah man pierro would definitely start making a nest for you two without knowing (and if he knew he'd deny it in the middle of arranging a fluffy blanket with a scowl lol) and it's only when you mention with a soft warm smile how the bed looks positively like a perfect fluffy cloud with how many furs, blankets and pillows pierro stacked there and he'll STILL look you dead in the eye, full on deadpan face with a little 'what are you talking about woman'
he's actually really embarrassed about it! he may not show it but he's a tiny bit afraid that you'll belittle him or worse, reject his advances
but you have to understand, he lost his people and kingdom a very long time ago and since then (until he met the tsaritsa) he was basically a wanderer without a goal so he must have had to mingle with normal humans and had all the time in the world to observe them; he noticed ofc how humans don't do certain things like he, his people, did so the instincts started to dim and disappear only to resurface when he met you
he understood that humans usually feel fear, uncertainty or plain disgust when faced with things they don't understand and things like purring, growling, licking your partner or making a damn nest certainly wasn't something humans did, so just imagine the weight that was lifted off of his heart when you accepted his unusual advances with a warm smile and loving supportive words of affirmation
and so, with raging hormones and instincts he staved off for over 500 years he decided to give into them (in the privacy of your room) and treat you like the partner he so desperately craved in you and prove himself to be the best mate and future husband <3
ALSO YES PIERRO DEFINITELY HAS ENHANCED HEARING especially when you're around and he's so pissed about it too :(( bc his logical brain knows that there is absolutely no way for you to get hurt when he's basically lying on you while you sleep but the feral, more instinctual part of his brain tells him to be on high alert because something is a potential threat to his den and his family </3
so imagine that pierro finally agreed to take you with him on a less *invasive* fatui mission that basically consists of living in a fatui war camp in a tent in the middle of a frozen fucking nowhere for two weeks with the nearest village being almost two days away
pierro is less than thrilled, annoyance dripping from him like waves and every fatui soldier hurries to step out of his way less they annoy the jester; the only comfort in this situation is that when he retires for the evening back to his tent and opens a heavy flap to the back part of the large space, he finds you spread out so deliciously, laid out in the nest he so meticulously build from heavy furs, pillows and various blankets for you. his heart immediately warms up when he sees the way your form moves slowly under the many covers, your sweet sleepy voice calling out to him to 'come here 'n warm me up' as you reach out to him and pierro wastes no time in shedding his armor and heavy fur coat and climbs into the nest to nuzzle and cover you with his large body-the pleasurable sigh you let out as you rub against his naked chest a source of pride for the man, 'she's happy, my mate's happy with me'
he watches you for a while just until you fall back asleep and he himself almost follows, purrs ramping up in volume when suddenly he shoots up, a deep threatening growl from deep within his chest shaking his form as he looks for the source of the unknown noise from outside your tent
he feels you moving and making soft noises as he finally deflates, a heavy frown on his face as he glares in the general direction of the sudden sound he identified it as a snow fox foraging around for food
he curses under his breath as he settles again, his damn instincts are send into a fucking overdrive when he's with you, but he can't really complain, always better to be safe than sorry
he makes himself comfortable against you again, snuggling close and delicately rubbing his head against yours as he finally lets himslef fall asleep, this time calmly with his tiny mate in his arms <3
#yeah :((#i love feral pierro#this shit makes my heart go doki doki#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact fatui#fatui x reader#pierro x reader#genshin pierro
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Ricky Steamboat reverses Macho Man Randy Savage's scoop slam attempt into a small package, pinning Savage for the WWF Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship.
#ricky steamboat#macho man#randy savage#wrestlemania 3#wrestling#wwf#wwe#i feel like shit i just wants sincerity back#it just makes my heart go doki doki#aew had 80000 people but they didn't have a colosseum you know
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imma be real guys i did not enjoy auf wiedersehen sweetheart at all that was some gay shit fr i downvote that fic
#I DONT UNDERSTAND THE HYPE IT IS NOT GOOD#THIS IS HETALIA DID NOT MAKE ME CRY DID NOT MAKE MY HEART GO DOKI DOKI NONE OF THAT SHIT#despite my favor for crack and hetalia canon-feeling fics i do think you can make a good heta fic that can make someone cry#its hard but it can be done#AND AUF WIEDERSEHEN SWEETHEART FUCKING FAILED GOD I HATE THAT FIC#SO BAD. SO SO SO BAD. OPPOSITE OF SO TRUE. COMPLETELY DISHONEST!!!!#it aint even my fixedness feeling for itager [italy x germany]#IT JUST AUAGHWJS#im sorry im just tired of people shoving it up my ass when i have chronic hemmoroids and ibs
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sometimes i wonder if, like, people run ‘vibe checks’ on me with mutuals we share and what they say lmao
#mun » ooc#am i sweetie or am a menace???#do i make your heart go doki doki or are you tired of my shit?
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When The Boss Comes Knocking
the following is a CEO!Sakusa fic that landed somewhere between sfw and sorta nsfw, but its kiyoomi and he just makes my brain go buzz in every situation so i just couldn’t help it
Part 2
Summary: You dated Sakusa in high school but went your separate ways after graduation. Turns out he missed you much more than he let on.
Warnings: none, just kiyoomi being hot. use of “sweetheart” and “baby”
Sakusa Kiyoomi always has been and will always be the man of your dreams. Tall and broad shouldered, even in his high school years he was the pinnacle of your existence, and all you wanted was to be near him. Your wishes were granted for only a brief period of time when you finally dated in your junior year, but your Kiyoomi was ripped away from you when his family decided he needed to start preparing to take over the business.
The Sakusa Group was well known and respected for their acquisition of many successful start-ups, but details of their business dealings were always very secretive. And the company had only grown and expanded since Kiyoomi became CEO at just a mere 25 years old- not that you were stalking the Sakusa Group’s movements in your free time or anything.
When the two of you broke up he had encouraged you to “follow your own dreams”, and made sure to mention he would be extremely busy in the years after graduating high school. You had received the underlying message loud and clear. He wanted to be left alone and didn’t want a girl from a regular family ruining his image when he entered the executive world. Your heart was shattered, but that didn’t stop you from missing Kiyoomi dearly even years later. The hugs that completely enveloped your frame and the scent of his light cologne, the one he brought you to pick out for him on his birthday. The rasp of his deep voice and how its sound had burrowed into the back of your brain, the memories of random things he once said to you popping to the forefront of your mind haphazardly throughout your days.
You had done as he said, and moved to the city to become an author as you always dreamed. Actually, you were pretty successful in the romance industry and even though you only had a handful of books published, your fanbase was so dedicated and charismatic. In your single year of dating Kiyoomi you had amassed a lifetime’s worth of romantic material, and between your real life experiences with him and the melancholy fantasies that kept you up at night nowadays, you had lots of inspiration. Although, even you were prone to the classically dreaded writer’s block.
Today was just a regular Tuesday morning in the office, where you preferred to write when you were stuck in a rut. Unfortunately, the coffee mug on your desk was not bringing the inspiration that you wanted and you glared at the last sip, willing some piece of creativity to be hiding inside as you downed it. Nothing. Loosening a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands just as a knock rapped on the door. Without lifting your head you greeted the visitor, already knowing who was on the other side.
“Come in!”
“How’s it coming? Anything I can get you right now?” It was the sweet front desk girl, Josie, checking in on you. Again.
“Unless you can write in my place, there’s not much you can do for me i'm afraid” Josie meant well, but her insistent interruptions certainly were not helping your workflow, and this was the third time within 30 minutes she’s asked if you needed anything.
“Okie dokie, I’ll check back later then! Keep at it! ”
“Oh, you don’t have to-” She was off with a wave without hearing your response, the door slamming behind her. With another sigh, your head dropped back into your hands, frustration building.
Not 5 minutes later, there was another knock at the door. But this time the door opened before you could respond.
“Holy shit, Josie i’m really fine I swear- K-Kiyoomi???” You burst from your seat in surprise, your eyes all but popping out of your head.
And there he was, like a fever dream come to life, standing in the doorframe. His handsome face tilted to the side slightly, a smirk pulling across his lips.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” His voice had gotten deeper since the last time you spoke. His hair a little longer, his chest a bit stronger. But his eyes remained the same, that dark gaze enticing you and melting you down with just a look.
“W-what are you doing here? How did you-? What is this??”
As much as you wanted to cave and run straight into his arms, you vividly recalled your last conversation with Sakusa. Not Kiyoomi. He had corrected you so coldly before parting, saying “you should call me by last name from now on, otherwise people may get confused”. As if it would be bad if people mistakenly thought you were still dating. As if to push you that much further away. Your confusion only grew as you looked at him now, unsure of his motives for being here.
“Came to scope out a new prospect. I sent an executive to meet with your publishing house’s CEO last week” His smirk widened as he took deliberately slow steps into the room, sleek confidence dripping from him.
That's right, your boss had mentioned that your little publishing house had been recently approached by a huge parent company with an amazing offer, but as far as you knew nothing had been made official. And you certainly had no clue that said parent company was the Sakusa Group. The realization settled in, and the frustration you felt earlier was starting to bubble up again.
All of a sudden he was in your space, sleek black button-up shirt in your direct line of sight. What was his goal here? Certainly this has nothing to do with you? Right. Exactly. He claimed he was here for business. Then why..??
Long fingers gripped your chin, thumb tugging your bottom lip from between your teeth where you nervously chewed it.
“Where did you pick up this bad habit? And when are you planning on acknowledging me properly?” Your heart dropped to your stomach. His firm grip brought your face to look up at his, a little too close for comfort. Kiyoomi’s smirk tilted into a small frown, an admonishing look starting to grow.
“Of course sir, I apologize. Good morning Mr. Sakusa.” Backing out of his hold, you bowed in respect. Of course he was here for just business.
This only seemed to irritate him further though, and when you rose from your greeting he took another step closer. You may as well have been toe to toe now.
“Since when do you address me that way?” His eyes were too intense, and you could feel the memories of your past relationship coming up in your mind, emotion nearly overwhelming you before you swallowed it down.
“I’m not sure what you mean sir, it would be improper for me to address you otherwise”
If he was irritated before, then he was surely pissed off now.
His hands gripped your shoulders, roughly pushing you back against your desk before planting his palms on either side, caging you in.
“Why won’t you look at me, hm? It’s disrespectful to ignore your superior sweetheart” Shit. That voice had you in a vice grip and he knew it. He was using it to his advantage.
“I was unaware you would be my business superior until a minute ago, forgive me sir” How long will your legs hold up before melting completely?
“Seems like something is bothering you. You don’t like the idea of working with me? Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me being your boss? Sweetheart, I hope you realize I know you’ve been writing about me.”
“No! No thats not-!” Your head shot up in a rush to disagree, or maybe to explain. Either way, you immediately realized your mistake and you were silenced once more. The tip of your nose brushed his, and his breath brushed your lips in an intimate greeting, as if to say “hey, i missed you”.
His mock irritation melted away, the smirk returning once more. You fell into the trap too easily.
Most people knew Sakusa to be the cool and straightforward man he showed to the world, but when you dated in high school he quickly shattered this image. Though he certainly preferred to stay away from crowds and strangers, he was still human after all, and loved to be in your personal space whenever he got you alone. He had always enjoyed making you blush and stutter, thriving off the knowledge that he could affect you so deeply. Clearly, he still enjoyed that feeling.
But you were not a toy, and he was interrupting your work day. And how dare he just come back into your life after throwing you aside for so many years?! Absolutely not, you refused to be disrespected this way. Your hands came to his chest, giving him a solid (and completely ineffective) shove.
“No. This is not professional Mr. Sakusa-!”
Sakusa didn’t back up a single inch. Instead he gripped your face, long fingers pinching into your cheeks slightly. Your breath caught in your throat, previous arguments completely obliterated.
“Stop. Saying. No. Now answer me. Since when do you call me by my last name? You’re purposely not answering my question”
When you took a breath in you caught the scent of his cologne, and it was the same one you picked out for him in high school. He still wore it. Every single thought emptied out of your head, except for the recognition of how close he was to you, and where he was touching you.
“Say it.”
“K-Kiyoomi...”
“Say it like you mean it, baby.”
“Kiyoomi.” A smile broke out as his name fell from your mouth a second time.
“That’s my girl, just as pretty as ever. I missed you so bad sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you in the city for some time now. And don't worry, I’ll make up for lost time, so don’t push me away.”
His second hand came up to the back of your head, tugging you back by your hair and bringing your mouth to his. But he didn’t kiss you, he denied you the pleasure, only speaking against your lips. You let him do as he pleased, no longer able to deny how much you missed him. Missed this.
“Look at you with your hair so grown out now.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love everything about you.” He moved to plant a firm kiss to both of your cheeks, and to your disappointment he slowly released his hands from your face and hair.
“The Sakusa Group will officially be in ownership of your publisher by the end of the week. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, so get used to it sweetheart.” He offered no further explanations or goodbyes, and he left your office with only your disheveled and flustered state to prove that he had really been there at all.
You made absolutely zero progress on your writing the rest of the morning and afternoon, but when you returned the next day ready for another day of failure, you opened the door to see your office transformed into a florist.
There were flowers on every single surface, completely covering your desk and the floor. There were roses of every shade, along with tulips, orchids, and other kinds of flowers you had never even seen before. Each bouquet was bursting with color and life, wrapped in silk ribbons and set in gorgeous porcelain vases that looked absolutely priceless. There was only a small path left open for you to walk to your desk seat, and on your keyboard was a note.
“A flower for every occasion I missed. And more just because.”
Your hand came up to your mouth, tears already welling up in your eyes. You looked to the bottom, and saw he signed the note,
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa comfort#sakusa x y/n#msby sakusa#sakusa#kiyoomi#anime#sakusa fluff#sakusa smut#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#sakusa x reader#sakusa x you#sakusa scenarios#bby bo sakusa#hq sakusa#sakusa fanart#sakusa fanfiction
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This request might be a little silly but I hope its good enough to write!
I was thinking…what if zoro got hit by a devil fruit that makes him act like he’s in love with reader (basically sanji) and once it wears off he realizes that he actually does love you
Thank you!!
PLEASE the idea of that is so funny but I was honestly trying to wrack my brain for dialogue that wouldn't sound cringey coming from his mouth so I made it more of a hc/short reaction if that's okay?
[heads up!: devil fruit effects, intentionally ooc Zoro for a second]
Zoro ㅡ It's just bad luck that he gets hit with the effects of a devil fruit ㅡ aptly named doki doki no mi ㅡ and the crew have to suffer the consequences, but mostly you.
You're not entirely sure why it's you he focuses his attention on, only that it's very, very odd to hear things like 'darling' and 'sweetheart' come out of the crass swordsman's mouth. It isn't that he's not nice or sweet when he wants to be, but having it be so vocal in a way that rivals Sanji is what makes it so odd.
(Also the way your heart flutters at how sincere he sounds ㅡ that's definitely a problem too.)
It lasts for a couple of hours in which he never leaves your side, intent on you to the point of discomfort, truth be told. Because there's a little bitter piece of you saying he's only being like this because of the effect, not because he wants to.
That being said once it wears off, Nami tells him that she has pictures of his antics and that if he doesn't want them all over the back pages of the News Coo, he'll stop getting on her nerves and doing dumb shit. Or he can pay her berri that she knows he doesn't have.
Obviously you act a little different with him after, and it takes him a little bit to figure it out and confront you about it. When you're honest about it, he does blush a little (but swears he doesn't) and scratches the back of his head, trying to come up with an apology that doesn't sound half-assed.
He ends up settling on something more like a confession, telling you that he'd like to call you things like Sanji does but without feeling so gross about it (somewhere, Sanji sneezes) but wants you to know that Robin informed him that the fruit wouldn't have worked the way it did if he didn't already have feelings for you.
As far as confessions go, it honestly kind of sucks. But it's very Zoro-style too, and when you tell him he's lucky that you like him too, he has the audacity to smirk and tell you he already knew.
(He didn't, but you let it slide.)
#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#zoro roronoa x reader#zoro x reader#ㅡanswered.#anonymous
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Mr. LEON (think late 30's/early 40's) reuniting with his spouse after a long time away. It's sweet, it's silly, it's followed by absolutely nasty half-clothed, sweaty sex.
me, asks for rise leo prompts, instantly regrets it
also i'm not saying this is a tactical!leo fic, but i'm also... not NOT saying it
leonardo/reader, EXPLICIT, female reader, 2.6k; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again. filthy nasty smut, soft doki dokis, lame married people jokes, one (1) defiled couch
It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you don’t think twice when you see the rustle of your curtains. Not when you’ve finally, finally trained your stupid heart into not thundering out of your chest when you see it, thinking he’s back when it’s just the breeze. Today, you hardly even glance at them as you continue watering your plants, unbothered, humming, unsuspecting.
It’s so, so typical of him to wait until now to come home.
“Boo!”
Your scream fills the apartment as you flail, pulse rocketing to the atmosphere in panic when you’re very suddenly not alone. Hands catch you mid-flinch, and it takes you a second to realize that your assailant is, in fact, perfectly safe and didn’t deserve the mighty swing of your watering can.
Except actually, yes he did, this little asshole—!
“Leo!” you wail, letting him gather you close and press him to his plastron. Your hands clutch at the edge of his keratin, face burrowing in his throat. “You fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t resist,” he says, his laughter still rolling at the crown of your head as one hand spreads into your lower back to press you close and the other cups your nape. “You just looked so cute, y’know? My adorable little wifey, wearing my shirt and humming in our living room.”
“Stop talking,” you mutter sulkily, wrapping your arms around his neck and swallowing the tears you feel burning at your eyes as happiness swells in your chest like a mighty wave. He always makes fun of you for crying when he comes home, and you’re already a little miffed.
Your ire dies as you feel him nuzzling behind your ear with his beak, his lungs expanding as he inhales your scent. He’d confessed to you once, a few years into your marriage, that this was his favorite part of coming home; more than the sex, more than the home-cooked meals, more than sleeping in the same bed two nights in a row. He caresses the line of your throat with his beak, stitching your natural perfume back into place in his mind, sinking into you because it’s not the walls around you that he calls home.
“…Missed you,” he murmurs, making you sigh as he brushes lovesick kisses to your shoulder.
“You were gone too long this time,” you tell him, lowering one arm to press a palm to his plastron when you feel his lips seeking more skin, letting him pull the neckline of his shirt away from your clavicle. “Thought you were the breeze, coming in.”
His mouth curves into something filthy at the dip of your throat, his hands finding your hips and giving them a squeeze. “Yeah? Funny. I plan on coming in something, all right.”
You laugh way too hard, a little mortified that after all these years you still find this clown funny at the lamest lines. Worse still is how he watches you do it, his face going stupid with naked fondness like making you laugh is the best thing he’s done all day.
“You are such an unfunny loser, oh my god,” you say, pressing your forehead to his.
“And yet you’re still laughing,” he says, his smile widening when you roll your eyes.
“I’ve been stockholmed,” you tell him, reaching up your hands to cup his beak and pull him into a kiss.
Leo has always been good with his mouth, in every way, all the years you’ve known him. His kisses are no exception; seconds into it you’re purring, the sweet friction of his mouth against yours warming you from the inside, parting on a soft sigh when a hand grips your nape and tilts you just so.
“I wanna fucking eat you alive,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours once, twice, three times before he sinks his teeth into your lower lip and tugs. You tremble, and you know he feels it as his hands go a little tighter. “Missed you.”
Your fingers find the tails of his mask, tangling in them and using them to pull his face away, just a little. He growls, but you ignore him easily. “Don’t you want to take a shower, baby? Get comfy while I cook you something to eat? You smell like work.”
“I know,” he says, his other hand sliding down to the cloth shorts that are barely visible beneath the hem of his shirt, his fingers gliding up the back to cup the curve of your ass. “And I wanna smell like you, now.”
…He gets like this, sometimes, when he comes home. Touchy. Possessive. You’ve always wondered if it has to do with how he doesn’t smell himself on you when he’s been gone, or if it’s because you start wearing his clothes like he’ll feel it wherever he is. The longer the separation, the worse he gets.
The worse he gets, the better it is.
“Yeah? You wanna smell like me?” you echo as you trail your touch along the red crescents prettying his face, playing into his turtle-brain, feeling your eyelids close as his fingers flutter on your skin. Oh, he wants it bad. “What do I smell like, handsome? I smell good?”
“So fucking good,” he groans, his huge hand releasing your nape to grip your jaw, pulling you into a kiss that’s wet and deep. It feels good, claws a mangled moan from your chest that has him mirroring the sound himself. He pulls his head back, pressing his thumb to the corner of your mouth and sliding it under your lower lip where you feel the slick mess of his kiss. “…Open,” he says, making your lip pucker under his touch.
You obey, watching his pupils dilate as they lock onto your mouth, then your tongue when you let it press against the pad of his thumb where he’s holding you open.
“Shit. You’re so hot,” he says, a wounded rumble that makes your lips curl into a coquettish smile before you wrap them around his thumb, sucking and lathing it with your tongue, pressing your teeth in and closing your eyes when you hear him moan.
“Not gonna smell much like me by staring at my mouth,” you tell him when you let him go, your hooded eyes meeting his as you smile.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he wheezes, and with three steps he’s got you splayed on your couch, the weight of him pinning you to the cushions while his mouth fucking devours you. All you can do is hold on, one hand tangling in his mask tails and the other clutching as his carapace, crushed and absolutely thrilled about it.
When he breaks the kiss to grip his hands in your shorts, pulling them down, you laugh, drawing his hungry gaze even as he doesn’t stop disrobing you.
“What?” he asks, mouth going just a little crooked in a smile of his own as you shake your head, staring at him adoringly.
“Just love you,” you tell him, shifting your legs to help him out a bit and biting down on a grin when you can finally spread them and slink your knees to either side of his hips. You slip one of your arms over your head to grip one of the throw pillows, your other trailing down your throat to entice. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let me see you drop.”
Leo maintains the stare as he straightens his spine, his hands going to his belt buckle to slide it out of place with a metal clink. The button is quick to follow, and when he unzips and slides his pants down just enough for his cloaca to glisten in the afternoon sunlight, you press your fingers to your mouth, tongue instinctively seeking contact.
“God, look at you,” you whine, your thighs rising to cup his hips and squeeze. “I wanna lick you. Come up here?”
He shakes his head, sliding two of his fingers into your open mouth and pressing on your tongue. “Later, baby. If you want a show, you’ve got, like, thirty seconds for it.”
Moaning, you soak his fingers with your spit, watching with hazy eyes as he brings them to his cloaca and slides in to the knuckle. He’s always rougher with himself than you are with him, even though he’s told you again and again he prefers it when you’re the one fingering him.
He makes pretty little gasping moans as he fingers himself hard, his arm flexing and drawing your hungry gaze. He’s gotten so god damned big over the years, making you feel small every time he does something that highlights the difference. It feels good, makes you feel kept, protected. So long as Leonardo Hamato draws breath, no harm will ever come to you, a promise he has the strength to keep.
“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut as the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of himself get wetter. It’s a familiar sound that makes you ache, craving the thick cock you know is about to slide out like it’s air.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Leo,” you babble in praise, knowing he likes to hear it, that you like telling him. “Handsome as fuck. God, I can’t believe you’re mine, that you let me see you like this—”
“Shit,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you and pressing his cloaca to your cunt, his wet fingers gripping at your hips as he rubs your slick against his. “You can’t talk like that, baby, I’m gonna—”
He cuts himself off on a low groan, his hips rolling against yours and his tail pressing hard between your thighs to garner the friction. It feels so good, so fucking good, your skin burning hot with each messy glide of him against you. Your head rolls, fingers gripping in the pillow behind your head and back arching to try and writhe closer.
“Leo,” you keen, breath heaving when he releases his death grip on the back of the couch to plant his hand by your head, his back arching over you and blocking everything else out.
“Don’t come, don’t you dare come,” he hisses, lips curled into a bit of a snarl. “Not until I’m inside, understand?”
Eyes wet, you nod, choking back the shimmer on your skin that builds as he keeps rubbing cruelly. With one particularly good roll of his hip, you snatch a hand to his bicep, trembling. “Stop, stop—!”
He pauses, letting you claw away from the brink to obey. Sucking in a long breath, you open your eyes and see that he’s staring at you like he’s gone mad.
“Okay?” he asks, voice fucked out, and you nod, whining when he resumes rubbing his cloaca against you, your eyes falling shut and head lolling to the side as you start the burning process all over again.
“Feels so good, Leo,” you breathe, skin glowing when you feel him duck in close and glide his tongue up the side of your neck. You’re soaked all over with sweat and slick, every muscle in your body trembling from taut desire that’s just shy of too-much, leaving you delirious and stupid.
With a hitched breath, Leo reaches between you, fingers preparing you for the familiar penetration you want more than anything else. With a hiss, his body goes taut, his cock dropping and sliding inside like his katana into its sheath; like you were made for him, perfectly molded, expertly designed.
“God, fuck,” he wheezes, his forearms framing your face as he leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss that breaks on a low moan. He pumps his hips against yours slowly, shaking with each breath that has him bottoming out where he belongs. “You feel so—I missed you.”
Floating with pleasure, you cup his nape, wrapping your legs around him as best as you can to pull him deeper, needing to feel him in your throat. Your hands find the back of his head, sliding easily on his rough, sweat-slick skin, seeking his kiss and finding it. “Oh, Leo, love you, love you so much.”
He marries his mouth to yours as he fucks in in in, feeling a bit like he never pulls out for how full he leaves you. Every neuron in your body stands at attention, taking note of his weight crushing you, the smell of his salty skin, the taste of his tongue as it curls against your own.
“Look at me, look at me when you come, pretty girl,” he chokes, because he knows your body better than you do and can tell you’re close before you feel it. You open your eyes and meet his, untying his blue mask and letting it slide to your chest right as you feel your orgasm rising.
“Leo, gonna come,” you whimper, watching as he nods, one hand finding your cheek, his thumb tracing under your eyes where they’re wet.
“Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
Like you do with everything else, you obey and come. It’s a long, wrenching thing, the pleasure washing over you like waves of a mighty ocean as he keeps moving, prolonging it, intensifying it. On and on it goes, your body awash with ecstasy and Leo, always Leo, there to hold you and let you fall.
“Please,” you gasp, clenching at his carapace, begging him to meet you here in the glow. “Leo, please—”
His hand drops down to your throat, fingers ever so slightly curling around as his hips thrust a little harder, the wet sounds of your hips meeting loud in your ears now that you’re listening for it. It’s filthy, his mouth hanging open and eyes going wild as they gaze at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
With a wounded sound he comes, his forehead dropping to your shoulder and hand going a little too-tight on your throat as he fills you over and over again, each hot thread coating and claiming in equal measure. You let one hand grip the back of his wrist where he’s choking you, crushing him in harder as he groans and presses into you even further as he finishes, watching as the edges of your vision go a little hazy before he releases you and lets you suck in a gasp of air.
After a few moments of catching your breath, he picks up his head, his beak wrinkling a bit as he stretches his leg out with a hiss. “Gah, fuck, we’re getting too old for couch fucking. Made a fucking mess.”
“Never too old for couch fucking,” you rasp, causing his eyes to fall to where there’s a mark on your throat in the shape of his hand. He licks his lips, and you feel his cock give an interested twitch. “Oh? You gonna make good on that?”
“Too old for back-to-back marathon fucking,” he pouts, though he does arch his hips once in a good sport try that makes your skin light up a bit. “Gimme like, fifteen. I’ll eat you out while we wait, then we can do something about it.”
You raise an imperious eyebrow. “Fifteen minutes of you eating me out? You? Leonardo Hamato? Only fifteen? I can’t believe an imposter of my husband is here when I was so sure it was him.”
He grins, a boyish thing that makes him look younger and captures your heart all over again. “…Yeah, okay. Let’s be ambitious and say half an hour.”
You settle into the couch, waiting for his cock to retreat back into his cloaca and spending the meantime trailing your fingers along the back of his nape, sighing out in delight.
“…I missed you, too,” you tell him, watching as his face smooths out and every concern flies away like a butterfly startled by the breeze because he loves you so, so much and you know it. Then, realizing you hadn’t said it yet, “…Welcome home, Leo.”
“Yeah,” he echoes, bending down and nuzzling his beak against your temple, inhaling deeply with a smile. “I’m home.”
#tmnt#rise#my fic#ask tag#THERE WERE. SO MANY GOOD OPTIONS. Y'ALL SO DELIVERED OH MY GOD. esp the one w the body shot You Know Who You Are#i'm going to write all of them tbh. but this one. oh my god. i could not resist the siren song of dilf leo.#anyway wow. thanks for helping me try to get leo out of my system. it didn't fucking work!!! but we tried and that's all that matters :)#leonardo/reader#rating: e
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... Why do I feel like Sebastian would prefer this? Letting the cat have as much of the spotlight as possible so he dosen't have to think about it or talk to people lol.
Oh, don't mind me, I'm just over here in my corner combining two of my favorite things: Stardew Valley and internet cats.
Here's one for our sweet, sweet Penny:
Obviously I ship the hell out of Penny/Sebastian, but they are sooo cute as individuals with the farmer, too. Penny would be such an adorable pregnant wife, all excited about starting a family. Sebastian settling down on a friggin' farm with his spouse is so edearingly peculiar.
It's makes my heart go all doki-doki and shit.
Meme's referenced:
#stardew valley#stardew valley fanart#penny stardew valley#sebastian stardew valley#penny sdv#sebastian sdv#stardew fanart#sdv fanart
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Sasuke's eye moments in ch. 698
Waking up with a pain in his arm, he looks down at where it hurt and, "...oh! I blow off my arm, ugh whatever!!". He then looked over to where Naruto was and his eyes widened in shock. Eyes are very important to understand what his emotional feelings are at that moment.
He looked at him again with heart-wrenching pain. He is the one who wants to kill him, but seeing an injured Naruto can break him emotionally and mentally. His facial expressions says a lot, he couldn't bear to see Naruto get hurt. It hurts him too. Eyes are the most striking feature, right? In these panels we can visibly see both of Naruto's eyes ....but in Sasuke's case one of his eyes was hidden. You can tell a lot about a character by looking into their eyes, bcuz it easy to read their emotions. When a character's eyes are hidden/shadowed, it might be trying to tell us something. Like a character trying to hide their intense emotional state.
He lost his shit! He can't take it anymore, he lost his inner patience. He was screaming. JUST ANSWER ME!!
Look at his face lol, he knew (that word) was coming, he replied with that " ..... " as he glare intensely at Naruto - " Uh-huh. Seriously? I'm not gonna buy that shit". Then he calmed down and averted his eyes (nervous/shy) : "that's not what I want to hear from you I want to hear what the hell does 'that' mean to you? "
Still his eyes position doesn't change while he listening to Naruto. " ...... " But the fact is that he was looking at him. There was a softness in his eyes as he heard Naruto's words. "What he was going to say? "
Naruto dropped the bomb on him. His facial expressions totally changed when he heard 'Naruto felt his pain, he was hurting too.' [[ That's a 'doki' face he's making here.]]
He lowered his eyes again, but there was a tenderness in it. "My love was reciprocated. He felt the same what I felt for him" He couldn't take his eyes off from Naruto. Naruto loves him just as much as Sasuke love him.
ABSOLUTELY THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS. Here, Sasuke has a very refreshing expression, doesn't he? He laughed his heart out and cried with happiness. The emotions that he had stored in the dam, now it was completely broken. No need to hide it anymore. Let it flow. His love brought a warmth to him. It is comforting to know that Naruto will always have his back… Naruto chooses him and values him more than his life and dreams. He's willing to die for him. There's no Naruto without Sasuke. Yin and Yang cannot exist without the other.
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Hey again! So following up on the s/o with close older brother question, let's say the older brother kinda sorta knows that Homelander is fucked up, and has the "talk" with him (the "if you hurt a thread of hair on my sibling I'll fuck you up" type talk. The older brother doesn't really care that Homelander is this famous powerful being or whatever). Maybe the older brother tries to keep Homelander's s/o away from him. How would that scenario go?
Clearly Homelander's persona as an upstanding hero and dream-perfect boyfriend has lulled this moron into a false sense of security. He thinks he can speak to him with some kind of authority the moment he gets a whiff of something being off.
He's in for a harsh wakeup call.
“It you hurt her I’ll—“
“You’ll what?” Homelander interjects sharply, smiling in the same way a beast bares its teeth. The threat of it echoes in his eyes, wide and unkindly set. “No, really. You’ll what?”
Your brother only hesitates a second, but that’s all Homelander needs to pounce.
“That’s right. Not a fucking thing. I could shove your fist all the way down your throat and high-five you out your ass, and no one in this world would do a goddamn thing about it. You wanna know why?”
He leans in, that predator grin stretching wider. “I’m me, and you’re nobody.”
He relishes the look that puts on the poor saps face. He can’t help but continue to push, to establish that he’s the only one calling the shots here.
“Here’s the deal, bro,” he says, slinging an arm around the man’s shoulder.
“Your sister? She fucking worships me. I don’t care how close you were or how much you thought she loved you, she’s mine now. And I will tell you one goddamn thing for certain, buckaroo,” he says, possessiveness making his tone vicious. His gloved hand tightens like a claw on the man's shoulder.
“No one tells me what to do with what’s mine," he says through his teeth, leaning uncomfortably close.
"Threaten me again and you’ll be eating from a tube and shitting into a bag for the rest of your miserable life.”
He soaks up the look of horror on the man’s face, knowing that by saying something so extreme, something so entirely out of character for the man you know, you’ll never believe it.
If your brother tries to tattle, he'll look like the psychopath. Homelander will naturally deny every word of it while being as supportive as any good boyfriend should be.
“Okie-dokie. Good talk, bro!” He says, abruptly chipper, his smile now broad and eerily friendly. He gives him a harsh pat on the back and leaves him to stew on his friendly advice.
“Let’s not do it again, okay?” He stops in the doorway, turning to point his index finger at him, thumb raised. “And remember, you’re the real hero.”
He savors the fading sound of the man’s heart pounding in his chest and the lingering bitter stink of his fear as he walks away. The taste of you will be the sweetest chaser to it.
#couldn't help myself i just love writing homelander threatening people#homelander x reader#homelander x you#jealousy#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#my writing
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simon riley x waitstaff! reader : getting coffee
okie dokie, the second part of the waitstaff au bc i like it when authors have a reoccurring au and i write what i like to see from others. i am also open to exploring other peoples au’s and discussing ideas. i don’t like the idea of having requests because i don’t wanna put that pressure on myself but i want to work with people and explore lots of ideas i see from people. tl;dr, send me ur ideas but not requests.
part one, part two
ghost would take the longest to ask you out, like he is a confident man (have u heard his lines???) and isn’t afraid of confrontation or anything, just doesn’t like the idea of potentially ruining anything you guys have going because he has ~feelings~
would make sure to do it either after your shift or when it is very quiet and you are the only floor staff on, wants it to be the two of you in an open and casual environment
your comfort and feelings are of the utmost importance to him always thinking: “are they okay with his?” “i’m not over stepping?” “this is okay, right?”
personally strikes me as someone who needs verbal confirmation of others feelings.
he can read a battlefield no problems, can predict movements from a mile away. your feelings??? nah, dude has no clue and needs verbal reassurance, not that he would ask for it but is amazed when you figure that out yourself. ‘fuck they are literally made for me.’
i don’t think he could actually say the words ‘let’s go on a date’, strikes me as a ‘when r u free? Let’s do this…’ kinda person.
would have the whole thing planned out though, has prepared himself for every possible response and outcome. thinks of it as a sort of mission.
i like the idea that he did get advice from price (daddy)
it wouldn’t be the actual task of asking you out that freaks him a bit, but the uncontrollable factor of your response.
he can’t plan for that so is anxious about what you might say or think, hence the over planning and the private obsessiveness.
BUT YOU SAID YES, “yeah, I finish my shift at 4, we could get a coffee or snack if you want?” YES WE CAN GET COFFEE “sounds good.” SOUNDS AMAZING.
waits out the front of the restaurant for you, has been waiting since 3.
figuring out who he should wait, wants to appear casual but wants you to think he is cool. leaning on his bike? no, a bit asshole-y. casually smoking? no, you might not like that. just standing? why does it fuckin’ matter?
oh shit here they come, fuck they look so nice in the sun light.
you smile that sweet smile of yours to him and his knees buckle as he turns to face you fully. he grips the door jam so he doesn’t fall in front of you. He’s already fucked it.
“where were you thinking?” you asked him, completely ignoring his near face plant into the pavement.
he directs you over to a close by coffee shop, you’ve been there before so wave politely to the staff and point to the best seats in the shop. he nods and follows to the back, a small semi-private nook at the back.
he thinks it went well, he tried to avoid the topic of his work and asked you as many questions as possible. but it wasn’t to the point you were talking the entire time.
he could feel himself blushing under his mask, the slightly larger surgical style mask reaching just under his eyes. He was thankful you didn’t push him to take the mask off or tell you his real name.
you understood that military people have a lot they can’t share, particularly someone in SAS. those folks are intense and have extremely private lives.
one coffee turned into two, a few biscuits turned into soup for dinner. then into being asked to leave by the owner.
“oh sorry matt. thanks for putting up with us.” you laughed and began to pack up to leave. ghost, ever the gentleman, paid and you thanked him.
“next one is on me.” NEXT ONE?! dudes heart near leaves his body and race through the street at illegal speeds.
he nods and quickly walks out of the shop to hide his little shiver of excitement. you ask him about his bike (i fuckin love motorcycle men omg), something he is more than happy to chat about and explain to you.
you patiently listen for about ten minutes before he notices he hasn’t taken a breath since he started. “sorry, I’m keeping you.”, you quickly shake your head
“i like hearing you talk, mostly about things you are passionate about.” omg he lov- likes you so much.
he nods and looks away, hiding the massive blush that comes over his nose and cheeks.
“i’ll see you next week ghost.” you smile and wave goodbye.
he waves back and whispers to himself “for the rest of my life darling.”
okay this is kind of shit but i have written this in one sitting in the evening. feedback is always welcome as well, be respectful though. i will probably come back and edit this but enjoy :)
#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#simon ghost riley x reader#waitstaff!au#ghost riley x you#ghost riley imagine#fanfic#headcanon#rambles
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I am making grabby hands and begging for more of your lovely Benny HC’s pleeeeease
Okie Dokie!!! Kinda long so under the cut it is
Benny is baby-faced and mid-20s. I like the idea he was so roped into House's offer because he was and still is kinda young and impressionable. His lobes aren't fully cooked yet and it shows.
Short and just now getting stout. Being a wastelander means you stay kinda lean and now he takes a lot of opportunities to fill out and look bigger.
Weirdly naive. He can spot a lie/lair from a mile away but if you somehow can charm your way past that intuition he's all too trusting with you on personal matters. All boot riders are like this actually as they rarely are wary of someone considered their own.
Moves like a lizard, very still one moment and then fast/jittery the next. He's not very predictable outside of being a backstabber.
A hand talker who can't keep still or quiet for long. Gets bored easily which is why he never was the casino desk man.
Was just called Gecko before but mainly for his eyes and not the aforementioned behavior. Very cold and sharp like a Mojave golden Gecko but also pretty.
All his smiles are practiced. There's a certain menace his natural smile has, too many teeth, too big, too wild, too mocking. Kinda like a dog barring his teeth and combined with his eyes it's rather intimidating. All the fake smiles are coy and rather closed lip.
Doesn't like using guns but it gives him an edge. Likes to get in close and feel like he's earned the kill during a fight but he's got an image now...
Not religious and doesn't get organized religion. Part of House's doing as House of course would explain it as something superfluous but Benny's own opinions are more "If a god was real why would he make life suck this much ass"
Maria means nothing to him but is part of his image. Following the point below, what he got from House is like a uniform for him, even if he doesn't want to go back to it, it is physically comforting.
Got to choose his name from a list House gave him. Chairmen had the most things altered about them. Treats his name like a title more than anything, interestingly enough.
If he ever defected he would join the followers. They share a lot of viewpoints and he'd act as a spokesman vs anything else. He is a likable guy, just not a guy you can get close to while keeping a "likable" opinion of him.
Doesn't sleep that much. Not much to do with the plans he has but he is a wastelander at heart. The city while secure isn't what he's fully used to still and the lights/sounds keep him up
Emotionally repressed and doesn't know it. Has a hard time actually connecting with most people cause he struggles with determining if a relationship is serious. People are friends or FWB and little else cause it's never been important to his or the Chairmens' prosperity.
Follows Boot-Rider customs discreetly and says Chairmen shit for show. A lot of the family would tell you a big reason Boot-Rider traditions aren't gone is that he won't let them die even if they gotta be silent about them.
He's eerily people smart. Intelligence is subjective here as he's not book smart but he gets people he knows what they want to hear even if he doesn't genuinely believe it. The comic knows he pays attention to what makes people vulnerable and he's like idk FNV Heather Chandler. Not introspective at all though.
My last point for now is: Violent. Maybe a better word is intense but he lacks inhibition and temperament control in a lot of aspects. If he's forced a direction he kinda just runs wild even if he was taking it slow before. He has hard opinions and makes plans with a sense of finality to them and doesn't act until that's achievable. Like I'm sorry but he gets mean at you and whatever he say to Yes-Man about the khans must be crazy with how YM talks about them. He is so willing to get his hands dirty, I can imagine he misses being able to get messy.
This is not organized at all but these are major ways I see Benny. He's like borderline an oxymoron who avoids it by small margins. Everything about him can be explained even though we don't get a lot of personal info about him, we know his habits. He's a guy who has such a detailed facade you can't tell what his actual face is most of the time and when he does show it, it's only in very specific and wild scenarios it can be hard to say it's how he'd really be. I'll just say the opening of the comic with him fluctuating from motionlessly looking at Vegas, to calmly talking to Swank, to rage and settling on something almost like commercial charm when talking about murdering what is basically a family member is just so indicative of what Benny is and how I tend to characterize him in my head.
#like realistically hed be so offputting in real life#like a person you know is being condescending or holding their tongue on the most trivial of things#i wouldn't mess with him cause hes the type to not hold a grudge cause hed just kill you for it#fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#benny fallout#benny fnv#benny gecko#ask#anon
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Howdy!
i was wondering if I could request twisted wonderland x gyomei!reader(gender doesn’t matter). Cause that man is the definition of gentle giant and I feel like he needs more love.
YES YES AND YES !!
HE IS MY FAV HASHIRA I LOVE HIM !!
also sorry if it took a hot minute, life do be crazy
✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x gyoumei!reader
✎...themes: chaos, gentle giant reader, can be seen as
platonic or romantic, ace slander [ affectionately ]
✎...notes: can you tell which characters are easier
to write for, male implied reader !!
✎...enjoy !!
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋
𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄
iー
first, he has floyd's lanky ass to worry about aND NOW YOUR GAINT ASS??
riddle cannot catch a break from these tall ass people
but he'd much rather have you around considering you're not trying to squeeze the ever-loving shit out of him
also, you're very gentle and respectful about the queen of heart's rules, which riddle appreciates greatly
he may or may not had ー what cater calls a 'moe moment' ー when he saw you being so cautious and gentle with the hedgehogs
riddles heart = doki doki
however, very much a tsundere about it
𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘
trey is bamboozled
first of all, how can someone be that tall??
second, how can you be so gentle and considerate of others??
cuz yk. . . nrc is full of assholes
now because you're built like a goddamn semi-truck, you eat a lot and with trey always baking something new, you kinda get stuck with tasting whatever he makes
not that you mind, obviously
this is trey's baking we're talking about
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
did a double take ngl
100% gets meme-worthy pictures of you from interacting with other students who are short ー especially, riddle, ortho and epel
pls don't tell riddle that
or epel
ortho doesn't mind tho cuz idia loves them
but those photos came at a price
what?? cater was not gonna let the opportunity ー with your consent and cut ー to make a profit when he discovered how popular you became from a selfie he took with you
yes, there was a struggle
and yes it was funny
did try to get to join the light music club when he found you playing the shakuhachi, which is a type of flute
𝐀𝐂𝐄
a high-pitched scream left his mouth as soon as your giant shadow covered him
almost pissed himself too
definitely uses you as a shield whenever he bites off more than he can chew when fighting someone
pussy
anyway
sometimes you allow him to do that, but when you're not in a good mood, you will be making sure ace learns his lessons
almost had his head beat into the ground because of stupid shit he did
may or may not have pissed himself a little
𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄
a nervous wreck
but plays cool cuz he knows not to judge a person by their looks, even though you like the type of dude to easily smash his skull in
easily sees you as someone who should be respected
also
would do any errand or favour you ask of him
no if's, and's or buts, or questions asked
homeboy really out here being a
𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀
look
leona isn't really gonna bother with you unless you bother him
but then again, you do slightly put this lion on edge
you're 7'2 tall and 130kgs of muscle
leona was not gonna fuck with that
however
despite the muscle you have, you make a fantastic pillow/cuddle buddy
but don't tell anyone that, got it??
𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄
almost shat himself
why??
cuz he tried to snag something from grim and you quickly intervened by grabbing his arm
lowkey almost snapped it clean in half
ruggie swears that you're blind but ig he underestimated your other senses
is very cautious around you
but overtime ー and with the gifting of food ー ruggie slowly warmed up to you
i mean, you're a b i g guy and ruggie is definitely going to use that to his advantage if he finds himself in any trouble
straight up bolting to you
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊
what's this??
a new training buddy??
of course, jack doesn't show how he really feels about seeing your stature, however, his tail betrays him greatly
*cue tsundere wolf noises*
considering his the oldest sibling in the family, he felt a weird sense of comfort from you
which was like he was being protected, leading him to ask his siblings who said that's how they felt around him
𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄
𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋
nope
just nope
even tho you're human, azul can't help but imagine you as a big ass shark or orca merfolk, and scares the shit out of him
however
once he saw you cry over something small ー which was simply stepping on grim [ which was the greatest crime ever ] ー he knew you were kinda like a crybaby just like him
this did lead him to try and make a contract with you
. . .
that didn't work
and almost got his ass scrambled
maybe don't try to make a deal with a dude that can easily crush your skull
. . . jk unless?? 👀👀
𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄
finds you to be an anomaly
you have this intimidating height, bulky muscle and strength greater than most non-humans on sage island
and yet, you cry
at everything??
fascinating
he does also try to get you to eat his. . . food ー more like hazardous concoctions ー and tries to pull you along to go hiking
emphasis on tries
you won't fucking budge
great seven
𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃
you're his jungle gym
sorry not sorry
whenever you're around his focus is on you and trying to climb you
you're his favourite thing to squeeze because you don't really get affected by it
however, he did try to nom on you and quickly learnt his lesson
he got his ass handed to him
so don't tell jade
or azul
or anyone for that matter
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌
sure, was kalim initially terrified of you?? yes
but did that change when he saw you happily crying while surrounded by cats?? yes, yes it did
kalim tends to buy you a lot of cat-themed items and such
definitely cried a waterfall when he found out he couldn't really help with your blindness
you also cried but that was from how sad kalim was about not being able to help you with your sight
jamil definitely had to calm both of you down ー though it was mostly kalim
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋
finally, someone who he doesn't have to babysit
is secretly grateful when you take kalim off his hands so he can get other shit done
he kinda suspects that you've taken care of kids before but you deny it every time
he gets angry-flustered when you're the one taking care of him or kalim, and doing his chores out of the goodness of your heart
he's not used to it, at all
he kind of wonders if his unique magic would on you cuz yk you're blind
but seeing as rumours went around about someone seeing you easily push a boulder around for strength training
jamil would rather not face any consequences of involving his unique magic
𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄
𝐕𝐈𝐋
vil was initially indifferent towards you ー because he saw you sitting down at first ー but that very much changed
seeing your height and. . . muscles, vil knew you'd be a hit amongst a certain group of fans
he definitely does try to find lotions and whatnot to help with your scar along your forehead and to help with how rough your hands are
not that vil actually minds how rough they were
also when you two end up going shopping somehow, you are most definitely holding all the bags
every. single. one.
but you don't really mind as you're more of a minimalistic person compared to vil's standard
𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊
rook was vibrating with excitement
you'll be his biggest hunt yet !!
and even though you're blind you could easily sense him, and rook enjoyed that thrill of being caught
he was having a field day
tbh he really sees you as a challenge
and a beautiful soul, no less
you most definitely cry at any poems rook spouts and rook swears cupid repeatedly hits him with his arrows at the sight
𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋
epel = jealous
like how dare you take all the height and muscle, and yet cry at just about everything??
man's angy
however
that does not stop epel from trying to train with you and jack
*cue an angry vil*
of course, you don't anyone to be upset, so you came to a compromise that you'd teach epel total concentrating breathing help with being faster and such without 'ruining his adorable demeanour' as vil put it
epel grumbled but complied after he noticed he could run a little longer and lift slightly heavier things
𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄
𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀
listen
ngl he fainted when he first saw you
both you and ortho panicked
and you, well, you cried
after the whole fainting fiasco, idia very much kept an eye out on you through various cameras and ortho
look, with a dude, your size, of course, idia was going to be suspicious ー he may have faltered a little when found out you were blind, but he wasn't going to take any chances
however
that all changed when he found you surrounded by cats ー grim and lucius included
idia was fuming with jealously
*arthur fist*
but overall, i feel like idia would still have some hesitancy around just because of your height alone
don't get him started on your muscles
got him reminding him that you're like an anime character or something
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀
𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒
quite frankly thrilled to have someone like you that was taller than him and probably just as feared ー even if you were a magicless human
you two would 100% go on nightly walks with malleus spitting facts about gargoyles and grotesques, and their differences
once malleus really warms up to you, much like leona, you are his pillow and cuddle buddy
but only when he manages to escape the watchful eyes of sebek, sliver and lilia
his tail has managed to pop out whenever he receives any level of praise from you
he's like a giant puppy
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀
being as old as lilia has been, it's been a rare sight to see someone even remotely close to your stature ー let alone a human of this height
but does that stop him from being the chaotic lil shit he is??
no, absolutely not
he loves to teleport behind and gauge your reaction
fyi it always ends with you swinging a fist
have you almost knocked lilia out before?? on multiple occasions
but over time you got used to lilia's jumpscares
*cue sulky bat fae noises*
but doesn't stop lilia from inviting himself over to where ever you are and chatting up a storm
you two also trade stories, from raising kids ー which only lilia knows about ー to various battles you two have respectfully fought
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑
he was startled out of his nap when you sat next to him
was so ready to through a punch but stopped
why??
cuz you wanted to pet the animals that surrounded him
and seeing your figure softly smiling as you gently pat all of the animals made silver's heart just warm
a.k.a doki doki
like sebek, he would love to train with you but is more confident to say so
even if he's a little shy
doesn't really try total concentration breathing after seeing what happened to sebek, instead focuses on becoming physically stronger
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊
sebek being sebek, shouted obviously
may have tried to fight you
backed down when he saw you fold floyd like an omelette
you now have some of sebek's respect
good job !!
100% asks to train with you, especially strength training ー but is a tsundere about it
also wants you to teach him this stone breathing of yours, which he believes is magic and you're lying about being magicless
that thought comes crashing down when he dies from trying to copy total concentration breathing
swear he hack up a lung
though he's persistent and tries again and again
you praise him for it and he has to physically will himself not to blush and have a squiggly, dopey smile on his face
#💌 some-beans requests !!#twst#twst wonderland#twst x reader#gyomei reader#chaos#request#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#i love gyomei so much he deserves more love
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Levi's characterization at the Valentine's Event and why I live for it (Spoilers)
Am I here to overthink about Levi's writing again? Hell yes I am. I guess I'm analyzing this event and his role in particular because not only I enjoyed it, but also it had so many interesting aspects to notice I needed to point them out. Now that the event is almost over, I hope I'm not spoiling anyone!
I was a little bit taken aback when I played the event and noticed how Levi centric it was. I still have no idea why they made the decision of basically make him the protagonist but you won't ever find me complaining, I love that demon.
(is this the character oriented event for him? Like we had with Satan and Barbatos? It wasn't stated as such, so I'm curious)
So, recapping a bit, a curse triggered by Beel made all the chocolates of the Devildom disappear, threatening Valentine's day. The brothers need to fix it since they're all simps and want to give us chocolate. In fact, Levi is highly motivated to fix it since he wants a special Ruri-chan chocolate (and we later find out there's more to it).
So, Levi's role starts with the Abstinence Brigade (lmao it sounds so funny), where he makes sure everyone is following the plan of not doing the things they love the most.
I won't lie, I was laughing the entire time because he was just SO ridiculous. Exactly as I love him to be. He was loud and annoying, but above that, I was actually nodding at the screen with how consistent he was.
See, if anyone ever had any doubt this guy is a military genius since his role during events is mostly having weird ideas and fanboying over any otaku stuff (*ahem*... Comic relief), I assure you it's not that much of a strange concept.
It's a simple role he had in here, but that didn't make him any less bossy and strict. For someone who's quite sensitive and self deprecating, Levi certainly has a way with how he can give himself the right to command his own brothers, and I assure you this is not the first event I remember him doing it (it's kinda old at this point, but for example the Manga event was all him ordering his brothers around to make a good manga and scolding them for doing it wrong).
He can be really insecure, but when he knows he's right he's very stubborn and you won't convince him otherwise unless you can prove there's a better way or someone more competent to do it.
Now, moving on.
We find ourselves with the two routes. The normal one has this interesting dialogue, with Barbatos pointing out Leviathan had this piece of knowledge that could work out. I shit you not, I laughed at how Levi was once again relevant because there were at least 6 other characters that could've taken that role.
When did he even mention that? Lmao. Who cares, the guy has already been carrying the entire event on his back.
So ok, we all got to see he was particularly invested in fixing this situation, looking for solutions and having an active role. But that doesn't stop here.
The neutral route is saved thanks to Diavolo, Barbatos and Simeon and, yay!, everyone gets their little chocolate gifting scene if that's what you chose.
But still, the goddamn route still has an ending scene with him particularly. WHY. That was a surprise, but not as much as...
The unlockable route 🔑
So the story has moved and nothing worked from the original plan. Mc and Beel head to the cafeteria at night after hearing a rumor about an evil spirit appearing there at 3am. Turns out it was... Levi. Levi trying to cook chocolate because he needs to fix everything and restore chocolate in the Devildom.
I'm not gonna delve into Levi's growing as a character, romantically speaking, because I believe it's pretty noticable to anyone. He's not as much as a hater as he was before, and since he's in love, he actually appreciates Valentine's day now. That was really cute and made my heart go doki doki, of course. But c'mon, let me talk about his bossy attitude and sassy remarks cuz I live for them.
His way of speaking is always direct and blunt, even sounding mean. But what I love about it is the fact he never intends it as a passive-aggresive personal attack. It's more like an objective take of the truth and him feeling entitled to it (man that's some extraverted thinking if you're into MBTI). It might not be to everyone's taste, but it certainly is mine lol
Moving on, not only he feels responsible, but since the plan with all the brothers failed he's actually trying to solve it himself. Since MC and Beel are helping, now he's leading and guiding what to do next.
So it kinda fails as well and Beel gets horny weird all of the sudden. So here I absolutely adored this dialogue.
Hell no, he's not going to get moody and self deprecating, he's kinda confident now you two are a thing now.
Also, Beel can kick his ass and he'll still stand strong. Man, I love a "loser" (cuz we all know he isn't) who's willing to fight for me.
But the last thing I wanna remark from this scene is how, when he needs you to prepare the antidote while he distracts Beel, if you pick the choice where you're insecure about it, he does it himself. Like, I thought he was gonna be like "you can do it!" But no, he takes the time to prepare the stuff himself. And without any bickering, he thinks fast and does it quickly.
Man, how can I not be a simp when this guy's character is so multidimensional and consistent? Yes, he's weird, loud, has crazy ideas all the time, and is always described as annoying and disgusting for being a hardcore otaku.
But damn, he's also dependable, strong and intelligent. As much as he's in his own head and his own world all the time, he's quite practical, detail oriented and good at problem solving. And as I mentioned before, this is not the first time we see him like this.
(also, have you all seen the lyrics from the song "Trigger"? The guy does a 34 seconds rap on how he's smarter than others might think, he actually sees everything, but somehow he's still insecure. fuck, his character is so coherent it's even flexing at this point)
A long time ago I made a post about my own expectations regarding Grand Admiral Leviathan, and this event is feeding me even more to believe there's so much interesting material to work with Leviathan's character. It's so funny how it starts all comic relief, but turned out to be so good he's third at the popularity contest. OM Nightbringer, I surely hope you can deliver and do justice to all this potential.
Did I write too much? Yeah, but I needed to make this analysis and appreciation post.
As always, I'm open for discussing it further or fangirling together.
Oh, and I hope you all enjoyed the valentine's event (and the real life valentine's day) 💖✌️
#i dont know what else to say besides i love him#obey me leviathan#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me levi#obey me analysis#omswd#winter analyzes#simping levi
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Roman Reigns Request: His Warrior Queen
A/N: this is an overdue request for @queengreenarrowmia89. i apologize for the wait as i’ve had to deal with uni and a big writer’s block. the bloodline story has been phenomenal so far and now that the Usos have left - it’s getting even juicier. the MITB match was awesome especially with Jey pinning Roman, ending his ‘invincible streak’. god, this storyline deserves an Emmy, Oscar and all other TV awards cause it’s absolutely amazing. maybe we’ll finally get a Jey vs Roman rematch for his new title at Summerslam? i would love to see that. this imagine may be shorter than usual and for that i apologize.
i apologize if its shit, i tried my best. anyway, enjoy the story :)
pov: the story of Roman Reigns and his warrior queen, Jo Wilson
Roman Reigns and his wife, Jo Wilson were considered a power couple in WWE amongst fans, staff and fellow wrestlers. Some dreamed of having a love like theirs, you could call it a ‘fairytale romance’ but those who knew the couple well knew it was nothing like that.
It wasn’t easy with their equally busy schedules. They could be apart for months on end and only be able to speak with each other once or twice a week if that. But, they made it work. They fought hard for this relationship and made many sacrifices which helped create their unbreakable bond.
But how did the two lovebirds meet? I’ll tell ya.
Before Jo, Roman was with Galina Becker and had Joelle together. A year after Joelle was born, they decided to go their separate ways but remained on good terms and co-parented, raising Joelle together. It was an amicable split, their busy schedules meant they couldn’t be together often and ended up growing distant.
It was a few months following his split from Galina that Roman met Jo Wilson. A friend of Jo had an extra ticket to RAW and asked if she wanted to come. Jo, having nothing better to do, agreed.
Jo knew nothing about wrestling, she was going into this blind. I mean, she did a quick Google search but it barely told her anything - so she was relying on her friend to ‘educate’ her about one of their favourite things ever.
When Jo first saw Roman, she was entraced by him. His menancing aura, the power it radiated. He was making his entrance, standing at the top of the stairs flanked by his two team-mates. Jo couldn’t take her eyes off him, everything about him captivated her.
Everything about him just screamed power and dominance. He walked around like he owned this place, his tall statue was enough to make people tremble. Jo proceeded to ask her friend about him, she wanted to know more about this Samoan man.
“That’s Roman Reigns. He’s part of the Shield with Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose. His nickname is the Big Dog for very obvious reasons.” Jo’s friend explained. Jo’s eyes remained fixated on Roman for the whole match, he never left her sight - she was hypnotised by him.
The power and dominance he exuded mixed with the cheeky smirks made Jo’s heart go doki doki. They briefly made eye contact, Roman grinned at her and she swore that her face had never turned on red in her life.
He looked like a god in her eyes - the way his long black hair stuck to his body because of his sweat made him look all the hotter. The way Roman loomed over his opponent made Jo’s thoughts turn south but she reigned herself back in. Roman won his match and glanced at Jo, he winked at her making her face redder and her heart beat even louder.
“Well... did you enjoy it?” Jo’s friend asked once RAW had finished. She nodded, still in a daze, “I saw you oogling at Roman. You like him, don’t you?” her friend teased making Jo smack their shoulder in embarassment which made her friend laugh.
Before exiting the arena, a staff member stopped them and handed Jo a piece of paper claiming someone backstage wanted to give it to them. She opened it to reveal a phone number from Roman Reigns, it took everything in Jo and her friend to not scream.
“You’ve gotta text him!” her friend urged and after relentless pestering, she did.
‘Hi, you gave me your number. I don’t know if you remember me or not but I thought I’d say that you were so cool tonight.’
Jo wasn’t expecting an instant reply since he’s a busy man, she wasn’t expecting a reply at all. She only did it so her friend stopped bugging her. To her utter surprise, Roman did reply a couple hours later:
‘Hi, I remember you. You wouldn’t stop staring at me during my match and I thought you looked rather cute. What’s your name?’
Squealing, she hugged her pillow hard and kicked her feet in the air. Jo didn’t know if it was out of embarrassment or excitement - maybe it was a bit of both. Embarrassed that he knew she stared at him the entire time, she must’ve looked dumb but excited that he remembered her and called her CUTE!
Responding, they found themselves messaging each other whenever they were free. Jo was a gynecologist, someone who specialized in female reproductive health and loved her work.
It wasn’t until months later that Roman and Jo coincidentally met again... at the hospital. Roman was there to get checked up after getting hurt in a match. Jo had just finished her shift and recognized Roman, who was waiting to be seen.
Mustering up enough confidence, she approached him and they began talking. They could both sense an undeniable chemistry and attraction between them, it felt like they’ve known each other for years when it’s only been a few months. Jo ended up waiting for Roman and chatted more over Waffle House.
After months of pinning, Roman officially asked Jo out and she said yes. She met his family and they immediately accepted her. She even met Galina when Galina dropped Joelle off, they became quick friends and she bonded well with Joelle.
Like every relationship, it had its ups and downs - times where they were near breakup but powered through. Jo had visited Roman at work a few times when she had free time and WWE was in Florida, she befriend a few people including Seth and Dean.
Years of dating, Roman finally proposed to Jo in an intimate moment and during this time, Jo was pregnant with their first children. They got married in a gorgeous, private ceremony in Samoa with all their friends and family present. The friend who took Jo to that RAW was her maid of honour, she proudly declared that she was the reason Jo and Roman met during her speech.
Jo gave birth a few months after the honeymoon. She gave birth to a beautiful girl named Luna. Roman was over the moon and Joelle had quickly adapted to her new role as the eldest sibling. Jo watched the two fondly, her life literally couldn’t be more perfect.
Fast forward to now, Roman and Jo were the proud parents of 6: Joelle, Luna, twin boys named Christian Roman and Seth, another set of twin boys; Jimmy and Jey, after Roman’s cousins. Jo was also expecting twin girls and they had already decided on the names: Madison Meredith and Patricia Lexi.
With her due date fast approaching, Roman had been taking time off WWE to care for his pregnant wife and look after his children with help from their eldest children. Jo still worked as a gynecologist despite Roman earning more than enough to support the family, she loved her career and Roman would never ask her to give up something she was passionate about.
Jo watched WWE from time to time. In all honesty, she wasn’t the biggest fan of his current gimmick - the Tribal Chief and would sometimes scold him for attacking wrestlers, especially her favourite ones. Wrestling wasn’t her thing but she always supported her husband, being his number one cheerleader and sending him good luck texts before matches.
Roman considered it his good luck charm, without her encouraging text he would’ve lost the title a long time ago. He was lucky for many reasons but in his opinion, the luckiest thing he ever had was his amazing family.
Roman didn’t enjoy being away from his family for so long and plans to take an extended hiatus once his twin girls were born. Sure, he enjoyed his career and wrestling in front of thousands of fans and travelling all over the world to wrestle. But nothing beats being with his family, he’d pick his family over his career any day of the week without hesitation.
Roman had his wife to thank for this life, someone he proudly dubbed his warrior queen and his eyes - the true Tribal Chief of the family.
#wwe imagine#wwe reactions#wwe reaction#wwe#The Bloodline#The Usos#wrestling fanfiction#wrestling imagine#wrestling imagines#roman reigns#the tribal chief#the shield
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Why is he so close to you.
— Jealous bully scara x gn reader woo! —
Synopsis: He likes you and doesn’t wanna share, But he bullies you since it gets your attention.
Orange bold - Tartaglia / Childe / Ajax (man why does he have so many names istg)
Purple bold - Scaramouche
TW: Childe balding <3
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Scaramouche, your evil classmate who loves and I MEAN LOVES. Bullying you, teasing you and making you suffer.
You really needed a break from this stupid idiot.
One day, you were walking to your class.. Humming and walking peacefully until you saw the short, indigo-haired gremlin..
“Hey dumbo, Where ya going huh?” He said while smirking.. Ugh that stupid smirk of his always pisses you off.
You rolled your eyes and ignored him, making scaramouche a bit confused since you always fought back..
“I’m talking to you idiot, what are you, deaf?!” He replied to your ‘rude’ behaviour as he grabbed your shoulder harshly to make you look at him.
But you just slapped his hand off and walked away.. This isn’t what he expected at all.
“Whatever, i don’t need you anyways idiot!!” He yelled while huffing.. the truth is, he really needed your attention.. he craved for your attention all of the time even tho he doesn’t show it.
He’s just a tsundere in short, he loves it when you gave him attention. Even the slightest bit of your attention could make his heart go doki-doki.
— ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
Your class ended and it was now free hours, since it was free hours.. You decided to go have some fun with your friend, Childe. (don’t come at me i love childe🥹)
And there you were, at the school garden talking and laughing with Childe. That was until you spotted grimace looking gremlin from afar.. “Tsk, why are they always so close with that idiot of a ginger.” He thought with his arms crossed and his body leaning on a tree.
You ignore him and continue laughing and talking with Childe, you were having a good time with him to be honest..
A few minutes passed before someone familiar grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him.. You recognize the voice and it was.. “Back off Tartaglia.” It was the gremlin.
“What the fuck Scaramouche?!!” You yelled as you look at scaramouche..
“Well well well, if it isn’t the short little gremlin, stop acting so possessive over them. You two aren’t even together!~” Childe laughed while trying to take your hand away from Scaramouche.
But he wrapped his arms around your waist while looking at Childe with a glare “Shut up ginger, they’re mine and only mine.” He said in a jealous tone before tightening his grip on your waist.. But not to tight to hurt you.
Childe laughed again and scoffs “You think you have a chance with Y/N? What a joke!” “And you think you have a chance? Not so fast shithead.” And they started bickering for several minutes..
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You stay quiet in scaramouche’s arms, feeling a bit comfortable and cozy in it.. What if you liked him? No! Thats impossible.. he’s your bully.. Your supposed to hate him right?..
“Don’t talk when you cut your hair by using a bowl.” “Oh yeah? don’t talk shit about my haircut when your near to getting bald stupid” ”H-How do you k- i mean— i am not balding!!?” “Mhm, i totally believe that Tartaglia, oh look! hair is already falling out of your stinky scalp.”
It was quite entertaining to watch and listen to them fight over some things, you almost letted out a laugh at scaramouche’s comment..
“I- you!- ugh! Whatever.” Childe leaves, leaving you two alone. ^wink wink^ “I gotta say scara, your pretty amusing.” You softly say while looking down at him.. “I know, and.. i like you Y/N.” “WHAT?!” “Heh, sorry for not telling you sooner.. But i do like you.. no.. Love you.” “Hmph, so you bullied me just for this? You really are an idiot are you?”
“Shut up stupid.. Can i court you?..” He looks at you with adorable, hopeful puppy eyes while blushing intensely..
You think for a moment before saying in a flustered tone “Fine.. Stinky.”
His eyes light up while his face turns red, scoffing as he replied in a slight flushed tone.
“I’m not stinky! And.. I’ll take you out to dinner tonight.”
“Hehe, alright~ What time?”
“7 pm, don’t be late okay?”
“I got you, scaraboobs.”
#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin impact#jealousy#fanfic#childe#balding#I GOT SCARA AT 81 PITY
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