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moodymisty · 9 months ago

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Hey.

Totally understand if you don’t want to make a part two, but something that’s been living rent free in my head since I read the Lion’el painting fic you wrote is what would happen if his lover potentially retuned somehow? Maybe she’d been on a ship that experienced warp shenanigans so it’s only been a few years since she disappeared from her pov, how he’d react to her return and how she’d handle the RADICAL changes to the imperium.

Preferred sfw but I don’t really mind

Totally fine if you don’t want to do a part two but I did want to express how much I loved the fic and make the request now that they’re open.

PS I love all your stuff so much

- 🍀

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Sequel to this request. You will probably need to read that to understand most of what happens here.

Author's note: Hey friend! Here's a little continuation of that fic, I hope you enjoy it <3

Relationships: Lion'el Jonson/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None really

Lion'el is disturbed from his what can only be described as meditation with the harsh slamming of ceramite boots on flooring, up until the door behind him is thrown open. LIon'el doesn't move as they force their way into the small room, his hands still on his thighs.

"Father!" They even forgo the proper respects, though he ignores it. He doesn't however, ignore their next words.

"She is awake!"

Lion'el's eyes snap open, and he's up to his feet in moments, pushing past his men with little regard. He knows they're following, though he couldn't care less if they did.

He only cares about one thing now.

Lion'el had been hesitant to tell any of his these Dark Angels about you, since waking. They had never even known he had a wife, only that singular relic had even clued them into the fact that he had anyone, besides his legion. The entire time they'd never known that mysterious woman had been beneath their feet; Much like himself, in a way.

It seemed whatever had cast him into an endless slumber had did to you much the same, not many years later. You'd commanded his men briefly in his stead, but one day, you fell the same as him. He'd never known you were so close until recently. He'd thought you dead and gone since he'd awoken.

He hasn't seen you awake since those days just after the Heresy, and only recently when you were still asleep; Now here you are, groggy and eyes wet, trying to pull your arm away from a concerned medicae. You stop however, once you catch sight of him.

"Lion?"

Your voice is hoarse, like a gravely whisper, you look at him like you have trouble thinking he's real. Perhaps he looks too different for you to instantly recognize him. He knows his beard is rougher, face is harsher. But his armor is almost the exact same.

He walks closer. Past his sons who have maintained a cautious barrier; They know little about you. He pushes through them despite complaints and reaches your side, where your legs dangle off the edge of a stone slab his sons had put you on ten thousand years ago.

His hands reach to cup your face, and your own grasp his armor, desperately trying to pull him into a hug. He allows it, feeling your tears on the skin of his neck.

He can see the look of confusion in his geneson's eyes. How they all look at him displaying such weakness. He knows how far gone down the path they've gone, how his words have been twisted and warped beyond even what he thought was reasonable.

You pull away from his neck but he still feels your small hands against the nape of his neck, weaving into his hair.

"Lion, what's happened? The last I remember, Horus and Lorgar had-" He quiets you quickly.

"I will explain everything to you." He turns to the medicae who is still hovering close by, but hasn't been able to continue his duty since being interrupted.

"How is she," Lion'el speaks bluntly. It takes the man a moment to regain movement of his tongue.

"She appears normal on every scan, considering all that has happened."

With that reassurance Lion'el goes to pick you up, carrying you as close to bridal style as he can given your difference in size. When he turns to take you away however, Azrael comes into view with his squad shortly behind him.

"Father!"

Lion'el had confessed to your existance once he'd visited you and noticed you shift in your sleep. He'd sent guards to watch you as you- at the time he had thought hopefully- began to wake, and Azrael had to then be let in on the secret that had been lost for ten thousand years. Azrael as he expected acted with suspicion, though had held back his thoughts at the time. Now he seems to decide not to.

He doesn't need to say a single word, the way the astartes' hand flinches tells Lion'el everything he needs to know about what him and his squad are thinking.

Lion'el looks towards his geneson with nothing but coldness.

"If your hand moves closer to the pommel of your chainsword I will not hesitate to kill you where you stand."

Azrael gawks at him like he's offended.

"Father, we should be cautious, you don't know what kind of warp trickery has-" Lion'el stands straighter, still holding you in your arms. You're drowsy, but still well aware of the standoff that is happening as you grasp his armor for stability.

"She is my wife. She is the legion mother of Dark Angels from before and after the Heresy, and she commanded your ancestors when I fell. I do not need you to tell me what I see."

Lion'el walks forward and his men give way to him, allowing their genefather to pass. He can feel Azrael's displeasure, but he doesn't care.

He walks away from them all, and they wisely choose not to follow.

"Lion, How long have I been asleep? All of your men, you..." You look around the halls as he walks. "Everything look so different."

Lion'el is silent for a moment, until he returns to his quarters and gently sits you down on his own bed. One of his gauntlets comes to rest on the nook between your shoulder and neck, awkward as he always was but reassuring.

"The same illness that took me, it took you as well." You look exactly how he remembers you, it's like not a day has passed. Since waking he's blocked out those detailed memories of you; The feeling of your skin and gentle look in your eyes. They hurt to remember, but now that he has them back he doesn't know if he could do that again.

"You've been asleep for ten thousand years. Same as I."

Your face is frozen in a confused shock, your breath quickens, though at some point you simply accept it. Or perhaps stow the feelings away to eventually explode when your brain isn’t so and confused.

Your hand pulls to try and bring him closer, and he puts a gauntlet in your lap for you to grip as a compromise. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, squeezing to reassure yourself as you talk.

"I missed you. Being with your legion alone, I don't know how to describe how it felt." You weren't meant to do such a thing, lead an army, and Lion'el laments having to put it on you. He's sure you did well in your time, what short amount of it there was.

"Are you tired?" He asks, and you uncharacteristically let out a laugh.

"Not to be rude, but I think I've had quite enough of that for a few lifetimes, apparently." Lion'el doesn't smile, but his face does soften.

Finally alone, he also leans in to take a gentle kiss from you, your soft lips on his own as his beard scratches your skin. It feels just the same as he remembered.

"Then come with me. I'll show you what else you have missed."

#lion'el jonson x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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merbear25 · 11 months ago

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Patience is a virtue

Learning to trust isn't easy, especially when you're still picking up the pieces from the past. Even though the desire to get to know you is a nawing persistence, he values your boundaries. Whenever you decide to open up, he'll be waiting.

a/n: idk I just have a lot of feelings.

Sanji, Ace, Corazon

CW: SFW, gn!reader, angsty(maybe?), fluff, mutual feelings

Sanji: You'd grown quiet around him. The both of you had just been starting to chat a little more. It felt nice to hear your soft laughs as he told you jokes about what had happened that day. But then, the angelic laughter came to a hault, leaving him to question what he'd said to bring such sorrow to your lovely complexion. Even without knowing what he'd done to upset you, he apologized―pleading, in a way, to move past this and get back to seeing you smile.

You needed time though. You didn't have to say it ―it was written all over your face. Backing off was a choice made with much heartache, but he did so nonetheless: deciding that persuing you in the matter would only push you further away from him.

Distancing yourself wasn't something that you'd necessarily wanted to do. However, those buds of elation and adoration sprouting were also accompanied with the bitter cold of past rejection that stifled any pursuit of happiness you were hoping for.

The erosion of the hole in you was swallowing your very being, but when this had shown to be too troublesome for others, he was still there: he didn't pry, he never rushed you, just waited for your return to him.

This was someone worth pushing those doubts aside for. The next time you spoke to him, your heart lead the way, despite your fears trailing closely behind. His warmth helped melt the frost that'd been collecting over the years.

Ace: He was growing accustomed to you rather quickly. You were certainly kind-hearted and nice to have a laugh with, all of which made him start gravitating towards you whenever you were present. There was surely an interest in you, one that he had not fully become aware of. Just as he was discovering his feelings for you, you changed gears: avoiding him, reverting back into your shell. Despite how hurt he felt, he couldn't demand you to tell him the reason―it wouldn't be fair to you.

If you needed time away from him, he would give you that. He wasn't going to force his friendship on you. That being said, this time apart was good for him, as well. Thoughts of you came and went, but many of them stayed: something interesting or funny would happen and he wanted to tell you about it but felt like he couldn't.

This time away from each other only echoed your longing for companionship; you were left with nothing but the same loneliness that'd surrounded you each time prior. Tears brought on by thoughts of the flame lit between you eventually burning out stung your eyes. Even in solitude, fear of abandonment intruded on you.

There were small glances he threw your way, none of which were harboring resentment. Instead, they showed concern. Anticipation for a row that wouldn't come: you stood there wondering what made him different.

How can I learn to trust? Can you help me? Seeing you make your way to him was the remedy he needed for the flickering flame he'd worried was losing its luster in your eyes. However, you were both sure now that it'd never go out.

Corazon: Taking the leap of faith to reveal his secrets to you was terrifying: you were, in fact, different from the others, but something like this wasn't an easy choice to make. That being said, nothing could replace the memories you two were creating together. Each day that passed, regret for the secret he'd let you in on didn't come. The bond he was under the impression you two had been forming was faltering though. It wasn't important for him to know what he'd done exactly―he just knew he wanted to make it up to you.

Your body language did the talking for you: your sunny disposition had clouds rolling in and the gloom of a storm was on the horizon. Even though he longed to come to your aid, he understood that pushing you into a conversation wouldn't fair well for your blossoming relationship.

You wanted to shield this budding love from the harsh storm brewing within. Your frail body could only do so much though when caught in this hurricane. Gale force winds, rain that lashed at your skin: abrasions which came with each potential relationship.

No stranger to the torment this world had to offer, he could see the wear and tear of your inner termoil on your soft face. It took each bit of inner strength not to go to you and tell you everything would be alright. He wanted to give you the freedom to choose to share your burdens with him. In spite of the distance between the both of you, his eagerness to rescue you from yourself was unmistakable.

I can't carry on through this storm alone. Can you be the one I lean on? Finding your way back to him, he instinctively held our his arms to wrap you in the warmth you'd been in desperate need of, yet unable to secure it up till now. You were now fully prepared to take your own leap of faith.

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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One thing I really wish more people understood is that wanting to keep something private doesn't mean you're ashamed of it or nefariously trying to hide it.

Not wanting to connect your smutfic account to your real name or your SFW internet presence doesn't mean you think sex is shameful, it means you don't want to connect that part of your creative output to other parts of your life. Maybe you feel like it's none of anyone else's business, maybe you just don't want to have conversations about it with coworkers and casual acquantances, maybe you just enjoy writing smut in secret and sharing it anonymously. All of these can be the case without your being ashamed or embarased of your fic.

Similarily, not wanting to share your age, health, finances, ethnicity, etc in a social media header doesn't mean you're nefariously hiding these details OR that you're ashamed of them. Maybe you're keeping them private for your own safety, or because they're none of anyone's business. Or maybe you don't keep them private and just don't want to define yourself by those details for someone who hasn't even read your posts yet.

I see a lot of sort of... reverse shaming? shaming about shame? online these days. If you don't state your ethnicity or sexual orientation or mental health diagnosis in your About Me, it's because you're ashamed of that and trying to hide it and have internalised whateverphobia.

It gets very messy with anything kinky or sexually explicit, because if you DO share that you write noncon fic, then you're evil and forcing it on everyone (everyone who's too dumb to figure out what a tag is, at least), and if you don't share it then one side says you're ashamed of it and need to be overcome your puritanical beliefs, while the other side says you're tricking people into engaging with your SFW online presense and therefore evil.

But some people just like to keep things separate. My dad reads my SFW fic, but I don't want him to find my PWP; not because I'm ashamed of it, but because talking with your parents about your sex life is just not a conversation anyone wants to have.

People are entitled to be private, and to keep different parts of their lives separate, and the fact that someone wants to control what information about them is known to whom doesn't mean they're hiding something out of shame or for evil reasons.

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1-up-chump · 2 years ago

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An mk ask thingy i did! Warning, its very long tho so its under the cut. Here's the blank https://www.tumblr.com/arttrampbelle/714499370612113408/mk-various-asks

Enjoy!

SFW:

• What is in your opinion the best stage?

Have to say the living forest, not just bc i love nature, but it's always left a big impression on me. The menacing trees with a life of their own, that random dead guy returning to the foliage. The whole atmosphere is just so unique to mortal kombat in terms of a fighting game. In shaolin monks its my favorite level just how memorable the scenery is, from the lumbering zombies to the trees themselves to the clay status to the snakes all around.

My second favorite might have to be the shirai-ryu fire gardens. Its just so beautiful and a perfect place to have a good fight. Reminds me truly of those old martial arts movies

• Who is your main?

Raiden, simply because i always found his flying electric move so funny bc he just flings himself and screams.

Although kung lao and scorpion are close second to who i prefer to play as, even though sub-zero is my second favorite character of all time.

• What powers/fighting type would you have if you were in mk?

Probably fire moves like liu kang, but with the legs. Something like a cool cartwheel of flames attack or breakdancing move as a special.

Although for something more sinister... bones and shadow would be a cool ability, like a cross between shinnok and noob-saibot's attacks

• Who is your fave kharacter(s)?

Raiden, baby me thought "haha funny screaming triangle man" as good enough reason to like him. Upon growing my first and only brain cell however, i appreciate his role in the lore as a mentor and protector. But also feel his character could have so much more, how i see him is a combination of many iterations of him in media. And it saddens me that, canon and fans alike, only put him in a one dimensional box thats, no offense, a generic lawful good paladin type who has all the humor and personality as wet cardboard.

Second favorite is sub-zero. Short answer: heehoo blue is my favorite color :)

Long answer: sub-zero, specifically kuai liang, is an interesting character who goes through many trials. Having to deal with the sins of not only his brother, but his clans' grandmaster as well. Having to fight a vengeful specter to having to fight those he once called brothers in arms in steel prisons that contain their souls in code.

• If you had to pick a representative realm,who's side would you be on? Or would you be on your own side,acting alone? Aka neutral.

Earthrealm, because i fricken live here!!

• If your found yourself on shang tsung's island,washed up on the beach. What is your first reaction,and what would you do first?

Panik, calm, remember as much survival tips as possible and encounter shang tsung, panik

• Would you have a master/teacher/sensei? If so...who?

(Do i really need to say it?)

Raiden and fujin would be the best teachers (both with their similar yet different approaches)

However, i would so vibe with master bo rai cho. One, i laugh at fart jokes. Two, i may like drinking. And three, approaching things with cautious optimism is always the best tactic for me.

• Fatalities,brutalities,or friendship?

I love friendship HOWEVER this is mortal kombat...

My favorite fatalities and brutalities are varied amongst characters and the games. So i would describe my favorite kinds to be...

How exaggerated they are, as in how unnecessary you are killing someone from ripping them apart to blowing them up.

How much gore there is, from gushing blood and guts to a whole skeleton popping out.

How quick they are, slow and painful or quick and... still painful.

• What stage would you NOT wanna be stuck in?

Dead pool, the smell must be atrocious. Like someone filled a chlorine soaked pool with road kill. The mix of chemicals unknown and death has to at least made one kombatant throw up.

That or the kytinn stage, god i hate that stage who thought THAT was a good idea??? The gore i can handle but bugs and the hives and the eggs eeughhhh!!! No thanks >:(

• Who would be absolutely terrifying to fight in mk. Even if it was at its fairest and you had the highest advantage.

Shao kahn due to trauma fighting this asshole many a times.

Although i gotta say the scariest might have to be either shinnok or onaga. Those two are literally beings who will end realms, compared to them? Shao kahn is a little kitten.

• Who's your least faves and why?

To be honest, i dont have a character i hate and wished didn't exist, but rather be written better. But to pick someone, it'd have to be either kronika or Stryker. Kronika bc in canon shes stupid, ugly, and annoying to fight not even fun to beat in the sense of accomplishment but rather getting it over with.

Stryker bc (acab) his character is literally just some dude. Yeah Johnny cage is a Hollywood star but also a serious fighter with chi energy, and sonya is fckin military and has her own agendas. Stryker is just some riot cop thrown into all of this and while that type of character can be done good as a vessel for the "every man" i just think he's boring.

Same goes for cassie cage and Jacqui Briggs but even with them they can be developed in the right hands. Cassie being more of Johnny's protege and Jacqui being her own woman, both who are defenders of realms through and through.

• Who's in your opinion the best character to play as? Who is the worst?

Raiden, liu kang, scorpion and sub-zero (if you can get used to them)

I'd say there is no "worst" character to play as. As that is mostly due to how they are programmed in various games. I will say in terms of "not fun" to play with, is characters that feel op with just button mashing or learning only one special move and spamming that. Yeah its easy cheese but it feels cheep and ruins fun for both the opponent and myself. Against ai? Lol. Against a player? Unfair on both sides.

• Fave game?

Shaolin monks hands down, it shows its age with the gameplay and story BUT despite that its such an amazing beat em up. From running around and throwing hands, to the fatality meter and input. To the shaolin monks shared braincell and raiden dishing out hot gamer tips. Its silly stupid fun and honestly has the truest spirit of mortal kombat.

Senseless violence in the name of survival. Morals be damned, you have a realm to defend. Feel guilty after you slice this man in half ok? Now kick the big bad guy's ass!

• Least fave game?

I've heard the special forces game is the worst and i believe them, but i haven't played it so i dont count it for me.

I gotta say playing armageddon i hate how clunky it feels.

Storywise mk 11 is the WORST (sorrynotsorry) it just... they take everything built up in 10 and spit on it. Dark raiden who? Shinnok who? They added time nonsense and basically just copied avengers infinity wars homework (i say this as someone who once loved marvel to death and still loves spiderman)

And with the addition of aftermath they did some good changes but also did worse ones too so in the grand scheme of things, nothing changed. They added these "titans" that just replace the elder gods they just killed off for funsies rather than DO SOMETHING WITH THEM.

They fucking killed off kotal UNCEREMONIOUSLY (and while im kinda neutral with him i feel for the poor kotal fans)

they fuck up Sindel's character to turn her into a "hashtag girl boss thats powerful and sexy but really in a male gazy way still"

they make raiden even more useless with their clear favor of fujin (i love him but ffs stop treating him like the nicer bro in touch with mortals more than the fucking bro who's been with them LONGER and has a mortal son figure)

Oh i forgot they kill off future hanzo so all that progress he made? For nought. For fucking nought. In the dumbest way possible (the favoritism d'vorah has REEKS she killed off two popular 2d era characters and gets no real repercussions. Love her but fuck off man)

Shang tsung is the only good thing about that whole ass game. And his ending is better than liu kangs, which feels so intrusive to kung lao's whole ass legacy. Like fuck him he can't bring honor to his own bloodline but his "bestie" can???? Tf?!?

Liu kang is favored the most but suffers from "protag syndrome" and gets dbz levels of treatment. Gets all the power ups in the end and just goes "yeah im the chosen one fuck the rest of you" without saying it like good god.

I hate it bc bad writing. But i don't mind some things about it, i love sheeva and nightwolf and frost looks so good and geras and cetrion are pretty cool and kollector is kollector.

But the pre battle dialogue? Dog shit. Most ooc writing i ever fucking saw. 90% of it i skip going "he would not fucking say that"

"DEmi GoD" my nonexistent left nutsack.

(Sorry for the rant but i just have strong opinions on this as a long time fan)

• Favorite iteration of your faves? The least fave?

The best iterations of raiden are always the most weirdest places of media. For instance, defenders of the realm cartoon and conquest. Both with their uniquely 90s stank, raiden remains the best aspect of both media. The 95 movie also has the best raiden

Least iteration is mk 11 because he just feels so... wrong, if he was dark raiden i would accept it but he's supposed to be "light" yet his personality doesn't show it. Even in the moments where he goes "dark" it doesn't feel significant enough to have impact to me. Especially with how they take his character to be too detached (yet emotionally charged, but in a way that is writen by someone who hasn't had these feelings before of caving in under pressure and responsibility)

The ideal raiden is: wise, calm unless provoked, sassy, dilf.

• Who would you love to have a drink with?

I would say bo rai cho but i think my organs would explode with alchohol.

My safest bet would either be raiden or Johnny cage (he may hit on me but i know he'd fight another drunk guy or a coat rack for me)

• Who would you play board games/videogames with?

NOT shang tsung i know this fucker cheats (and is just too smart)

I wanna play street fighter with liu kang bc he's like a big brother to me :3

• Who would you have as a sparring partner?

Liu kang, i would pick kung lao but honestly i feel like kung lao is just slightly more ferocious than liu. So my bruises would be less with the dragon than the rabbit

(Fun fact: rabbits are more aggressive than you think)

• Who is your arch nemesis?

i honestly have no clue bc i don't like having beef with anyone. So it would have to be some random antagonist who declares me to be a nemesis bc i beat them hard that one time. (I genuinely dont know, someone tell me who my nemesis would be!)

• Who if given the chance to. Would you love to sit down and have a deep conversation with?

Raiden or fujin, I'd love to hear stories from their eternal life. Asking questions about what they see about life through their eyes, their opinions about humanity, what has changed about it and what hasn't.

Shang tsung I'd actually love to talk to just to hear what he has to say. I bet he's dying to info dump culture onto someone, either ming dynasty era culture or even cultures of outworld folk. Talking about magik, dark and "light" magiks. Religion, spirituality, politics and everything else.

• Where would you like to live in the mk verse?

I mean i already live in "earthrealm" but as in a place? Sky temple, or any temple really bc temples are cool and tranquil. Aesthetic af. Although shang tsung's island is really cool as long as its cleaned up a bit.

• Would you help johnny cage with a movie if given the opportunity?

Hell yeah! Although I'd rather take a minor role.

• What's your main outfit look like?

Fitting the old style kung fu aesthetic but with a sort of modern twist. Matching more with liu kang's aesthetic but blue and more accessories

• Do you have a self insert(s/i)? If so what do they look like?

See above for self insert.

I did have a self insert turned oc, katsumi. Look on my blog for them for their convoluted lore.

• Do you self ship? If so. With who?

Raiden, but also kuai liang in a complicated genderfluid fuckery of "only when i feel masculine" way i cant really explain in short.

• If you could change 3 major things about the story. What would you change?

Mortal kombat being more important than a tournament. There are tournaments that decide fates of the realms, and there are personal challenges that have a little more lax rules.

The elder gods actually enforcing these rules via divine intervention.

I have many ideas for many characters but one thing i have in mind for kabal is that, he actually is more involved with destiny than led on. Kabal is working in the black dragon to play the long game of taking it down for good, but cetrion is secretly and subtly using him to manipulate destiny in a sort of "butterfly effect" for what she perceives as "greater good" but its biased to "order and light" and actually messes up the balance of the universe.

• If you could have the power of the crown,would you take it? If so what would you do? If not,who would you give it to and why?

I would not change anything, that sort of power has too many variables. I would still keep it so others can't access this power. I would be lying if i said i wouldn't be tempted to "juuusst change a little thing, just one thing, one little tiny insignificant thing" but ultimately any change no matter how minor always has that variable of messing things up. Changing destiny itself is always a gamble.

• What is a race/species in mk you want to be explored or expanded upon?

The kytinn, they should be more than "disgusting bugs" because there are like billions of insects with so many different shapes and sizes and colors. And not all are slimey and ugly some are so beautiful and some are really beneficial to the environment.

More shokan, can't get enough of those four arms.

Whatever species that birdman was in defenders of the realm

And the saurians, more on reptile's people plz and thank.

• What part of the lore is underrated or underused?

ELDER. GODDAMN. GODS!!!

More about the lin kuei and the shirai-ryu, esp the shirai-ryu.

Hell, just gods in general. Raiden and fujin can't literally be the only ones. What about other pantheons? What about other realms and their gods? Rain cant be the only demi god argus produced. More about this god war thingy that happened in the lore that one time and just never gets brought up.

• Opinion on the special forces?

Good but should stay out of the spotlight as much as possible. This is mortal kombat, not call of duty and certainly not s.h.i.e.l.d.

• Opinion on the elder gods?

as useful as politicians, which is to say NOOOOOOOOT.

Jokes aside. The elder gods are so interesting and i wish we knew all of their names or most of them. How many are in counsel? What do they do most of the time?

What really IS their role in the mortal kombat universe? Were there elders before and no longer? What was shinnok really like before he went mad and evil?

• Opinion on the old timeline? New timeline?

Now here's a hot topic, i gotta say both have their pros and cons like anything.

I will say though, no writers can hold a candle to john tobias and (when he wasn't too big for his britches) ed boon's writing.

• Opinion on the "kombat kids"?

Loads of potential!

I dont mind them, hell i love kung jin and takeda. Cassie and Jacqui however leave a little room for improvement (more so on cassie's part) but i blame the writers being mostly dudes who haven't met a lot of women.

• Are you a heroic kharacter,villainous,neutral,etc?

Im probably neutral leaning heroic??

• How dirty are your willing to fight?

Depends on how dirty, are we talking dirt in the eye or psychological warfare?

For me it may depend on the stakes and context. I might fight dirty in a hairy situation. But if there is a lot at risk, probably not afraid to utilize every dick move possible.

• If tempted by an enemy to join them if it ment saving your realm,home,loved ones,friends.....would you?

Yeah, but not without trying to figure a way out/eeking out the benefits of playing mole

• If you were to be in an arranged marriage with a "bad guy" who would you rather be with? What about a "good guy"?

Had a hilarious idea cetrion gives raiden a "handmaiden" as a gift. And he's so mad bc he feels weird about being served and worshipped in that way (although all gods have an inherent desire to be worshiped)

Gotta say shang tsung may be an evil sorcerer who would steal my soul, but he'd give me a better time than shao kahn at least. At least be a bit nicer

• If you could kiss any kharacter,who would it be?

Who do you think~?

Although i gotta say mileena deserves a big smooch, she deserves a lot of tender love and care C'mon ppl are so mean to her give her sharp teeth some love

• Would you show your opponent mercy?

Yes, buuut if it's someone who's fatally wounded a "mercy kill" would probably be best. However accidents happen and "fatality" may be the only result.

But letting someone live isn't always the nicest thing to do anyways. Especially if you wound them, and their spirit, and let them deal with it.

• If you had to pick a kharacter to die or killed off,for good. (Aka no bringing back for plot,like actually they ded ded bro) who would it be?

Gotta say kabal but only at the most opportune time that really hits the hardest.

Quan chi, killed by scorpion in the most le epic way possible.

Jerrik (lol sorry jerrik)

Ermac (sorry ermac but maybe its for the best you have eternal rest. No more mortal kombat for you at least)

• Who would be a better guest kharacter?

Any street fighter bad guy (or character in general. Their crossover is LONG OVERDUE MAN. Long overdue.)

Terminator can stay bc he's been referenced before in mk as easter eggs.

Deadpool because his inability to die plus his chaos is just on brand for mortal kombat.

• Opinions on guest kharacters?

THERE SHOULD BE NONE WHATSOEVER

Or at the very least be the only payed dlc, and take at maximum 3 slots. And make fucking sense. And WILL NEVER EVER IN AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF YEARS BE CANON

noteverythingneedstobeacrossoverandnoteverycrossoverneedstobecanonforfucksakeguys

• What rules of mk are absolutely necessary and what rules do you think would be absolutely bullshit? (This one is for people who actually give a damn about tournament rules,lore rules,and general rules that were established in lore. If you dont care. Skip this.)

The whole of mortal kombat being as fair as possible to mortals to defend themselves against threats is necessary and i wish they'd show rules against magiks. Like an official tournament they show that kombatants can't use magic, chi or otherwise, only pure skills with their physical bodies. They can use weapons provided that they were in the arena prior to kombat, they cannot use weapons given outside of kombat.

There's no bs rules that come to mind i would get rid of. There's loopholes that can be taken advantage of and getting rid of those we'd have no plot.

My problem lies mostly with canon never showing the full set of rules until convenient. And even then just how enforced are those rules? How much can raiden and/or the elder gods really do? Can someone just say "fuck the rules i can do whatever i want actually" and have 0 consequences? Some media depicts shao kahn breaking some established rules but nothing really happens except in 9, but even then im pretty sure he already broke a few minor rules anyways?

• What features would you keep,get rid of,and better utilize or polish up. Or even add?

Keep the x-ray moves those were awesome.

Turn the weird defence/offense thing into one whole convenient energy bar.

Maybe trim the fat with augments, as fun as those are, i think they shouldn't have had that much in 11 as it felt personally to me more like a mobile game with getting them and putting them on.

KEEP all of the accessibility options in 11 like i dont use half of them but i was very happy with how accommodating it was.

Fuckin ACTUALLY balance the characters, use the "tank, long ranged, short ranged, speedy, glass canon" type method of balancing these characters. Give them reasonable strengths and weaknesses that can be beaten with any character with a certain strategy. If they have an op move give a fair punishment like a long cooldown time or a one time use.

For additions. I had an idea for a "karma" system (that could be optional.) For instance, certain things you do in battle can rack up good or bad karma, like for example spamming the same power move (bad karma) or blocking a lot (good karma) and once this meter fills up either way, you get a buff or debuff. Good karma could give you reduced damage or heal a little bit of health. Bad karma could disable block or disable a certain power move. Giving kombat a new experience, to your benefit or detriment. (Changing your strategy of spamming hellport when you play scorpion, you know who you are)

• Who is more aesthetically appealing?

They all have their aesthetics tbh. No one kombatant is the same (we dont count the ninjas they have to share clothes)

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• If you had to have a one night stand with a kharacter who would it be?

Im not a person to really have those, but I'd have to say either raiden or Johnny cage. Im sure Johnny is no stranger to drunken one night stands

• Who in your opinion has the biggest pp? Whether in energy or literally the biggest

Shao kahn, i KNOW this man's cock huge and he has the metaphorical and literal balls to match.

Close second is raiden and hanzo. They are packing down there ;)

• Who would you say gives the best oral?

Shang tsung and fujin, Although shang tsung would win overall bc fujin wants to tease how you squirm under him, but it's rude to talk with his mouth full~

• Where in the mk verse would you liked to get fucked the most?

Shang tsung's throne room and sky temple. So sacrilegious~!

• Who would send the most chills if they did dirty talk to you?

Fujin is the master of dirty talk, he can say the most utter filth with the sweetest of face. But for me personally raiden just has a really nice voice so he could say something so tame and i melt from the vibrations of his voice.

• If you woke up next to your mk blorbo,naked,in their bed. What is your reaction?

Oh no! Anyways~

• Sexual tension training session? Thoughts?

Y e s. Although raiden would prefer such acts to a minimum, especially with anyone else present. But in private, tease him enough and he'll teach you a "personal lesson~"

• What god,elder god,or immortal kharacter would you smash?

If i couldn't pick raiden, either fujin or rain. Maybe cetrion, maybe.

• If a god caught with your mk f/o (if you have one) doing the do. What would your reaction be? Theirs?

Raiden being caught with cetrion barging in with divine nonsense and just gets so mad. The audacity of this elder, smh... i would probably be like anyone else being walked in on, shocked and annoyed.

• Who is the most husband/wife/spouce material? Who is the least?

Liu kang and kung lao are husband material the most.

Scorpion and jax are canonly husband material.

Raiden is a dilf so yeah he's husband material.

The least husband material? Im sorry it probably has to be sonya, relationships to her are already so complicated i can't see her being the upmost wife/mom material regardless what canon said. Although if you mean in the sense of "married to her work" then yeah, match made in heaven.

• Would you bring back sexy outfits? Skimpy attire for everyone? Or just keep it rather tame or realistic outfits?

Everyone in mortal kombat should have at least one sexy alt costume.

Everyone.

• The smuttiest,filthiest,hc you have for your faves.

Raiden enjoys eating sushi off his lover's body. And fucking in the water, either a hot springs, a bath, in the rain shower. Raiden also has to constantly hold himself back from going too rough, otherwise he's going to slam into his lover too hard and give them bruises. He wants to go deep and be as close as physically possible.

• How loud is your mk blorbo in bed?

Raiden is just very loud, especially when he kums. He's a god of thunder, how can he remain quiet when he's getting the best head of his life?

Abahyeahhh~

• Mk Blorbo,angry sex? What's it like? What about other faves?

Raiden doesn't like to have angry sex even if he probably should let off steam like that. But when he does, he's rough, stern and commanding. May accidentally zap his lover with the occasional stray lightning emanating from his body. But afterwards he's very attentive to make sure he didn't completely wreck them.

• Mk Blorbos Opinions on virginity?

Raiden does not care at all. Although he'll tease you if you are rather perverted for a virgin and know some things about sex.

• Mk blorbos opinions on breeding kink? Would they have this kink? Would they be willing to get into this kink?

Raiden is too cautious to actually go through with it, but if he thinks about it, he'll blush like crazy. He might indulge but he's mad careful about not accidentally having any little demigods.

• How would your fave go about asking for sex? Would they be straight up or would they give hints and play around with you? What about you?

Raiden would be straightforward but tactful about it. He probably would be dropping hints he needs sex more than he cares to admit by accident.

• How long would they wait to have sex with you? Would they be ok with rather early on or would they actually wait a bit?

Raiden tries to wait as long as possible for an established relationship. But if the tension is too much, he may crack sooner than he wanted to. But he's very resistant to such temptations first, so him asking someone for sex means there's probably been a century's worth of sexual tension.

• Would people know about your affairs or would they keep it under the radar? Or would they kinda have something in between?

Raiden prefers keeping affairs between the person he's seeing. Not that there's anything against the rules about having an affair, gods care less than mortals about such a topic. Raiden rather just not deal with the headache of being asked unnecessary questions. And not want to embarrass the person he's having sex with. On a "need to know" basis.

• Would they fuck after a fight? Would they fuck during a sparring match? Would they do this during training? What is their opinions about sexy times during kombat?

"You can have sex AFTER mortal kombat." Raiden is far too serious to desire any sort of sexual activities during kombat. However, there are certain exceptions if one can rile him up enough. But be prepared, he'll show no mercy for such "distractions."

• Turn ons? Turn offs?

Raiden will immediately pin you against the nearest surface if you kiss, lick, and or suck his neck. Especially if it's bare. He's sensitive there and its a surefire way to get pounded one way or another.

He also likes "purity" and "innocence" in a playful manner. Wear white or light colored garments under an outfit where its easy to reveal them, and it can easily make him blush and turn his hat down to hide it. Raiden will definitely make time to find a secluded area to "get a better look at such inappropriate training attire"

Raiden is immediately turned off from causing too much damage to his partner. He can cause a few bruises here and there, but hates drawing blood, and leaving scars. Kombat already does that enough as is.

He's not exactly turned off by degradation, but it just does nothing for him. Either way.

• What they seek in a sexual partner (aka what they find sexually attractive) vs what they seek in a significant other/spouce (aka marriage material)

Someone who is honest about what they want, someone who is also respectful and polite about it as well. And is good at teasing just enough to imply some sort of cheekiness. Sounds like a contradiction, but really, raiden prefers his attention grabbed, and then gently taken to reveal intentions.

But for marriage material? Has to be good with kids and has a strong sense of fairness. Who loves life and wants to defend it with their own, for themselves and others. And have a good sense of humor, and be able to get him out of a grumpy mood.

• Who would they have a dick measuring kontest with. Aka who would they have to throw hands the most with for your affections?

Shao kahn is competing for raiden's love interest solely for the flex. And is willing to do many dirty things to rile raiden up.

Which is the worst idea ever, since raiden will not be afraid to hold back and pummel shao Kahn even as a mortal within every inch of that tyrant's life.

Shang tsung would play around but unlike shao Kahn he's not stupid enough to piss raiden off to that degree. He knows when to get out when the static builds up to critical level.

• Do you like them softer/romantic or more spicy/kinky?

Depends on the mood but soft and spicy is a nice touch. Raiden can go any way, but usually he'd be more soft and romantic.

• What "bedroom" nicknames would you call them? What about what they'd call you?

Raiden loves being called "lord" or "master" in the bedroom. But he'll laugh at particularly silly nicknames like "lightning rod" or "thunder daddy". They are absolutely not sexy but its funny to him, and laughter during sex enhances it so much.

A personal nickname would be "raiun" which means "thunder cloud" but other than that his name is hot enough when you pronounce it with a Japanese accent.

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Day 6

Pairing: Cerise x Reader

Prompt: Love

Description: You can't help but be a little confused about your feelings. So, you turn to your trusted leader and friend (and probably crush?) to try to figure out, what is is you feel for her.

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 684

Notes: HEHEH OC TIME You guys know how much I love love love my girl!!! With this I'm all caught up so now I can finally take these a day at a time sdlfkjdflkjd

“Hey… Cerise?” You catch her red gaze as she restrings her bow. She seems so cool and collected, you take a second to take a deep breath yourself.

“Hm? What is it?” Her small smile inspires one in you as well, makes your heart beat pick up gently. She was so… sweet. So pretty. And kind and gentle and-- she really was great. You could name a million reasons why you adored her.

“Ahh, well…” You sigh softly, looking away from her. It wasn’t often she took her hair down. You had to stop yourself from staring at the pretty pink locks for too long… “Have you ever been in love?” You ask her bluntly. She turns her attention fully to you, resting her head in her folded hands.

“Well, that’s rather bold of you!” She laughs sweetly, but doesn’t seem at all concerned at you question. “I’ll answer, if you’ll permit me ask why?” She hummed.

“Don’t tease, but… I’ve never really… been in love.” You admit softly. “I think I might be, but… I don’t know how to tell.” You explain to her. Probably best not to do so to the object of you maybe affection… But there was no one you trusted more than her.

“Oh I see.” She nods to herself. “Well… It’s kind of complicated in my case, but I think I have been before.” She explains, a faraway look in her eyes. “He and I… cared for one another very much, and the time we got to spend together was… magical. But in the end, we… saw differently. Ended up being different people than we thought one another to be.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up those memories.” You say softly, frowning.

“It’s alright. It saddens me, but it doesn’t hurt me anymore.” She curls her pretty lips into a smile, just for you.

“Back then, how did you know it was love and not, I don’t know, something else?” You scoot closer to her, eager to hear the details. To know if… that was what you felt for her.

“Hmm…” She closed her eyes a moment. “I suppose… it was the little things. How special he made me feel, how I found myself always wanting to be near him and impress him…” She mused. “And when we touched, I felt such sparks fly…” She sighed wistfully, sad eyes meeting your curious ones. “He made me feel like no one else before.” She finally decided.

“Is there… someone that makes you feel that way now?” You asked softly. You think you had your answer, though…

“Someone that I love?” She muses. “Hmm… I think so.” She nods softly, smile meeting her features once more. “I haven’t told them yet, of course. I’m waiting for a good time to confess.”

“When do you think is a good time, then?” You lay down beside her. “Lately, everything seems so busy and scary… Is there ever a good time to tell someone you love them during a war?” You sigh softly.

“I think it will present its self soon. I’m rather patient, so I’ll wait for the right time.” Cerise lays down beside you, a content sigh leaving her. “...What about you? Have you sorted out your feelings enough to decide how you feel about this person of yours?” She asked, closing her eyes. You admire her make up, smudged from the days battle.

“I… think so. But I need to make sure.” You felt your heartbeat pick up. “Is it okay if I try something?” You asked her, desperate to seem calm.

“I don’t mind.” She hummed out softly. She really was the picture of peaceful beside you.

“Right. Um, hold still…” You hover over her a moment, eyeing her still perfect, bright lipstick. Perhaps now you would get to see if the color suited you as well… Still, you leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips a long moment before pulling back slowly. As Cerise sat up quickly to stare at you, you only only blush and offer her a smile.

“I think it’s love!”

#fire emblem oc #oc x reader #cerise x reader #kiss her kiss her #this is cute alkjflksjd #only the best for MY girl #some of my other ocs will be featured this month too :eyes:

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lilac-5ky · 3 years ago

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how do you think Gintoki would deal with having a crush who is always courted by rich men. Crush always turns these people down and if he ever asks crush why, crush does not want too because money won’t make them happy, they just don’t feel any attraction and there’s nothing particularly wrong with the men, and finally… they shyly admit already liking someone else?

A/N: Sure thing! I made this into half headcanons/half scenario but I feel like it worked out for the best. Not super long but your request was specific enough for me to get straight to the point, which I think is good! Anyways, this is it ^^

Gintoki reacting to his crush getting courted by rich men

Warnings: None, SFW!

At first, Gintoki would probably tease them about it. He would wonder what it was about plain old you that had managed to capture the attention of the richest men in Edo so effortlessly, even when he, himself, was enticed by you.

Whenever you received a present, whether that ranged from expensive pralines to the highest quality kimono, he'd always be sneering in his corner, telling you to hurry up and pick a suitor already.

In reality, he wouldn't want you doing such thing, yet he knew that he could never compare to these men, at least wealth wise. He felt very inadequate in that aspect and that was one of the many reasons why he didn't dare confess his feelings for you. Plus, he didn't wanna stand in the way of your bright future, a future he could never afford himself.

Little did he know, that the feeling had been mutual all along. Even when you had everything a woman could ask for, you knew that money couldn't buy happiness. Nothing ever compared to how he made you feel, all the smiles he brought to your face and all the joy he brought to your life. No matter how many men courted you, your heart belonged to him and him only.

One day, you received yet another box of chocolates from a suitor. They were one of those very expensive Amanto chocolates that one could never acquire by themselves. Although you were quite fond of their flavor, the moment you got your hands on the box, you knew what to do, and so, two days later, Gintoki was standing at your door, the box of chocolates in hand as he made his way in your apartment.

"Another one, really? Y/N, you need to do something about it, it's the last time I act as a delivery boy for your admirers. Tell them to stop sending stuff at Yorozuya or at least pay up for my services."

"No, that is for you."

"Huh?" Gintoki made a grimace, his eyes going wide, unable to comprehend the situation in hand. "It has your name on it, what are you talking about?"

"That's because I sent them to you. It's chocolate, you like chocolate, right?" Walking closer to him, you couldn't help but smile. His puzzled expression was so cute. "It's a gift from that conglomerate guy. He got it on one of his trips abroad but I thought you'd appreciate it more."

"It's really rude of you to redirect gifts. I'll never be able to understand how you have everyone wrapped around your finger." The silver haired man exclaimed while munching on a praline. He had opened the box so quickly that you hadn't even caught a glimpse of him doing so. No matter how self righteous he tried to act, desserts were the one thing he could never resist. "Just pick one already, won't you?" He went on before throwing a different piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Damn, this one..." Gintoki closed his eyes as he moaned in delight. Seeing how much he enjoyed it, you chuckled, this was the exact reaction you were expecting from him.

"My vote goes to chocolate guy. In fact, perhaps I should meet him myself, maybe he prefers silver hair." He joked as he licked his fingers, placing the chocolate box on top of a furniture next to him once he was done cleaning himself.

"Maybe you should. I bet you would impress him, especially if you showed him your manboobs and got your hair up in ponytails or something." You couldn't say this sentence without breaking into laughter. The image of Gintoki dressed as a woman was beyond hilarious, yet somehow as endearing as the man himself.

"Tch. You say that because you can't tell what a knockout I'd be. I bet I could get twice the attention you get, if I was a woman." Gin said with a pout, acting all offended.

"I bet you would."

Silence. The moments when you would find yourselves standing there without saying a thing to one another had multiplied, along with the tension between you. It was at times like this when you wished that you were courageous enough to speak up about your own feelings, yet somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to do that. What if he hated the idea, what if he didn't like you more than he liked a friend? The risk was too big to take and so, you had settled for throwing mere hints at him, hoping that one day he'd catch onto you, that one day he'd be able to return your feelings.

"Seriously, Y/N. Why don't you give them a chance? They don't look half bad, if you keep pushing them away you'll end up like Catherine." He was the first one to speak, taking a step closer to you. Folding his arms in front of his chest, he leaned against the wall. "Come on, isn't there anyone you like? No one catches your eye? No one makes you wanna run off into the sunset with them?" Your heart was beating louder and louder with each of his sentences. You could only hope that your infatuation wasn't showing, that you could at least control your expression in front of him, even when part of you wanted him to find out. Still, when he looked at you so intently, his maroon eyes piercing yours as he spoke, you knew you couldn't evade his questions anymore, he deserved an answer.

"There... there is." Your voice came out as a whisper, your stare dropping to the floor, unable to face him.

"Huh? What was that?" Of course he hadn't heard you when you spoke this quietly. Of course you had to repeat your words and of course you had to explain what you meant. Sighing, you lifted your head up. It can't be helped anymore.

"There is someone like that for me. Someone I wanna run into the sunset with, someone who catches my eye, someone I... like."

"Oh? Who is that guy? Is it the chocolate guy? Or that merchant? Or perhaps, it's that news anchor? Who is it?" To your dismay, Gintoki seemed to be quite entertained by the idea of you liking someone. Besides, why wouldn't he, considering how he was your friend and friends are happy to see their friends happy.

"He's nothing like that!" You protested, your reaction catching him by surprise. "I mean... he is not one of those guys..."

"What? So he really isn't rich? What a bummer, all those gifts for nothing." Gin said with a scoff.

"You know, not everything is about money. Money can't buy you happiness and it can't buy you love."

"It can buy you desserts though. What's so good about that guy you like then?" He wasn't going to give up unless you gave him a clear cut answer. Sighing, you moved to the other side of the wall, your back falling against the cold surface while you eyed him.

"For starters? He is very nosy and can be quite rude too. He is childish and petty and lazy even, and, he does all these unnecessary things. He is also very stubborn and won't let things drop."

"Huh, you like such a guy? You have such a poor taste in men, no wonder you are turning everyone-"

"But he is also one of the kindest people I've known. He is very warm and he really cares for others, he never turns his back on anyone. He is also the funniest guy I've met and talking to him feels like everything's gonna be alright." You could feel yourself blushing just by listing some of Gintoki's positive traits. There were so many reasons as to why you'd come to like him, yet he could never know the depth of your emotions, no matter how many times you got to describe them to him. No words could pinpoint what it was about him that you loved so much.

For a second, it looked as if Gintoki seemed to understand. He tilted his head towards you, his eyes studying your features while a slight smile appeared on his lips, a smile that only made your heart flutter. The two of you stared at each other, neither him, nor you saying a word, until Gintoki finally broke the silence, an inaudible chuckle leaving his lips.

"Women should have more practical criteria when choosing a husband." He eventually said, shaking his head dismissively. "That guy sounds like a loser anyways."

"Then I guess I'm in love with a loser." This time, you could see that you weren't the only one affected by your words, a light shade of pink coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"You are beyond hopeless. But... I'm the same way." Before you could do as much as inquire any further, he turned his back on you, picking the chocolate box up before moving to the door. "I'm taking these with me. Give my thanks to the chocolate guy, he really has great...taste."

And with that, Gintoki was out of the door, leaving you to stand alone in your own apartment, the only proof of his visit being a sole piece of chocolate that he had left behind, one that had the shape of a heart, at that. Childish as always, you thought to yourself as you threw the chocolate in your mouth, unable to contain your own joy. Money really can't buy happiness.

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sugxrslushy · 3 years ago

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Hi maxx! Saw your pride event and would like to ask for a request of HCs with Law/Kid/Ace with a genderfluid s/o. I understand it can be a bit tough to write so if it is please don't worry about this ask.

Either way, thank you so much for this event! I know it means a lot to me and everyone else as well, so everyone stay safe and happy pride

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤💜💙💚💛🧡❤

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: these are kind of short and I do apologize!! mentally not been at my best but I'm giving it my all <3 I hope I did your ask justice. I just went with whatever came to mind haha!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ details: SFW//Law, Kid & Ace x reader//w.c: 0.7k

Trafalgar Law

Law doesn’t treat you any differently than before he even knew that you were genderfluid, he doesn’t see the point in it. You’re still you to him regardless of gender and identity and that’s why he loves you. It was the person you are that he fell in love with

You don’t need to explain it to him, he knows full well what it is which is always helpful. Coming out can be scary enough and explaining your feelings even harder, making it a relief when there was no explaining needed when you told Law

He’s read about it plenty and will use that to comfort you whenever you feel insecure about your identity, reassuring you that it’s a completely valid identity that has existed for years so he doesn’t want to hear anything about you undermining your identity or anyone else doing that

He’s very on top of using the correct pronouns, sometimes it feels like you don’t even need to tell him and he’ll still have it right. He complains plenty about how easy it is to do whenever anyone gets it wrong

However you like to express your identity you’ll get a nice compliment from him, you can catch onto the certain things that always draw compliments from him and they become some of your favorite things to help express yourself. Especially with how Law can’t seem to take his eyes off you for the whole day

Also his devil fruit is perfect for this, although a bit unsettling at first thought he can switch out any body parts of yours for what you may want

Eustass Kid

Kid has an idea what it is but doesn’t really care to know much about it. Kid couldn’t care less about gender and what defines something as a certain gender. To him none of it matters, rules aren’t something to be followed and that’s the biggest reason he became a pirate

When you first told him you got a harsh “why should I even care?” which was off putting to be honest but you finally caught on it that it wasn’t him being rude or brushing it off. Kid just meant it as in he’d see you no different than the rest of his crew even with your identity

Even though his first reaction may have made you nervous, he's incredibly respectful of you and you being genderfluid, he uses the right pronouns for you and will correct himself without second thought if he has them wrong. He’s not against putting people in their place who misgender you

He understands how certain things such as articles of clothing can help you express how you feel depending on the day, he lends you his clothes whenever you feel more masculine and will help make sure they fit you properly

His makeup skills are very helpful, when he’s getting ready and you want him to do your makeup he’ll dedicate a portion of the morning to doing so. He’s good at more masculine looks but it takes some practice to get more feminine ones down. Sometimes it feels like he has a death grip on your face while trying to do winged eyeliner but it comes out gorgeous

Portgas Ace

Similarly to everyone previous, Ace is very accepting towards your genderfluid identity. You’re still the person he fell in love with so who’s he to judge you for anything, your a pirate and want to be free so he may as well let you be free

He asks you questions a lot, it’s not necessarily because he doesn’t know much about your identity but more so because he wants to understand your perspective and how you feel. He’ll hold on to those little pieces of information to better help you when you need it

He’s a wonderful support system, he’ll affirm you and your gender whenever it seems like you need it. He’s never been one to be against handing out compliments like candy so you’ll always get one that makes you feel much better about yourself

Ace tags along whenever you go clothes shopping to give advice on the clothes you find, he’ll tell you where to find the best and most comfortable shorts and will look through dresses and give you little opinions. He likes the ones with softer material and almost ends up shopping according to his taste

If you’re ever feeling dysphoric he gives you his hat to wear. At first it was a bit odd of a gesture from Ace, not knowing how this would solve your gender related issues but it became a comforting part of him you could carry around with you. It makes you feel safe without him present to cheer you on

#one piece #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #eustass kid #trafalgar law #ace x reader #eustass kid x reader #law x reader #op pride month event

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totiredtowrite · 3 years ago

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Bully

Warnings - cursing, himbo reader (and that means muscles so if you don't got those jus pretend), sorta mean sakusa, extremely self indulgent so reader is shorter, kind of risque sometimes but it's sfw (like everything on my page)

Note: I did it bc mean sakusa and I am down bad for bullies

Cough bakugou cough

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI like at all, I'll block you. It's not that hard to understand.

It doesn't take much to get on Sakusa's bad side.

Be annoying, be gross, be handsy, and he's already got you in his bad books.

You though. You, apparently, decided to take it the long way. Of course he noticed. It would be hard not to, if you've got a wide eyed, muscular, puppy of a boy following you around. In class, you had your eyes on him. At practice matches and games? There too, in the front row. You always peered at him, watching what he did, wide eyed and innocent.

He's no psychological genius, but he can just tell. He can tell that you want him to look back, that you want him to notice your very obvious pining. He doesn't know why he found it so agitating. Maybe he just didn't like how blatantly you looked at him, if that made sense at all. You, being so airheaded, only seemed to chase after your goals like a dog. Biceps the size of his head, yet not a coherent thought in yours. Maybe you were more complex than that. Still, Sakusa had no mind to find out.

It's like he could see it, the non existent tail wagging behind you.

So, he started small. Why not give you the attention, right? He tried to be nice at first. He really did, but it was just so easy. You'd get ecstatic whenever he even asked you a question about school. (Which is the nicest thing he'd done). He came to find out that any insults he threw your way went right over your head. Why not take advantage of that fact?

"You know Omi, you can't pick on him forever." Komori sighed. You've been admiring him from the second year, Komori knew that. Apparently though, only in their third year did Sakusa notice.

Sakusa scoffed. "I don't pick on him."

"Yeah, you kind of do." Motoya shrugged, throwing the can that was in his hand in the trash. "Why're you so mean to him anyways? S'not like he's doing anything to you."

Sakusa momentarily paused. He wouldn't admit how he doesn't know just why he hates you. He was certain, every time he saw you, that he wanted to be so mean. Push you around, make you look at him with nervousness and shock through teary eyes. So certain, but then he saw you smile or bounce on your heels excitedly, and he'd feel like taking you somewhere far away where you didn't need to be tainted by the world.

Yeah, none of that was very characteristic of him.

So, of course, he just settled with a simple "I dunno."

Knowing not to push it any further, Komori didn't say anything else.

Their walk was short and brisk. They were only headed to the library, needing to pick something up, so the trip shouldn't be too long. Sakusa didn't need anything really, he just wanted to go along. Another uncharacteristic thing for him, but it's not like he had anything better to do.

School let an hour ago and practice was cancelled. He wasn't just going to sit around. (Motoya forbade him from practicing on his own. Some "take a break sometime" or "don't overwork" bullshit). Doesn't mean he won't go out though.

Approaching the glass doors of the library, Motoya tilted his head slightly. "I only need a couple psych books." He explained, absentmindedly opening the door and walking in. Sakusa nodded, following him in. He didn't go to the public library much, settling on what the school had if he needed anything. Still, he found the place rather comforting.

"Go find a table. I'll meet you in ten minutes maybe? Fifteen?" Komori's voice dropped in volume a bit.

"Sure." Sakusa said.

His cousin have him a grateful look, turning and walking off, presumably to one of the upper floors where the school related books were.

Sakusa sighed through his mask, turning on his heel to go find a table. They were in the west part of the library, surrounded by some bookshelves. Finding a somewhat secluded one, he dropped his bag down on the table and slid into a chair. With another sigh, he turned his attention elsewhere.

From where he was he could see two more tables that were farther away from his, as well as more bookshelves.

He let his gaze wander and glaze over in thought. Why was he so mean to you? After all, the only things you've ever done was watch him with stars in your eyes. He knew a multitude of people who would gladly have an admirer like that. Well, maybe not Ushijima, (who was out in college by now), but at least he wouldn't pick on them.

And speak of the devil.

His sight caught on you at one of the two tables in his vision. Along with...one other guy. He furrowed his brows. Has he seen you with him before? Maybe. What were you doing together? We're you...no, there's no way you were even into guys. Well, not that he would know. You were smiling at him. More turmoil brewed in the pit of his stomach.

Your friend, (he hoped it was your friend), patted your head, saying something he couldn't hear. It's like Sakusa could see the folded puppy ears on your head. His air was getting progressively darker and more threatening. Why was he even getting jealous? Some childish notion, maybe. He didn't like that you were giving such adoring attention to someone else.

Your friend, who had taken his bag, was well out of sight by now. Kiyoomi could only assume that he left. You turned away from the door, scribbling a few things down in a notebook. Sakusa's seen that notebook. You used it in class.

He tapped his foot, a hand coming up to his chin. He looked annoyed, if anything. You didn't even seem to notice him there, which further irked him.

Sakusa turned on his phone to check the time. It's only been five minutes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could sit here for. How is it that you only caught his attention when you weren't vying for it? At this point, Kiyoomi was so used to you hovering around him, practically begging for his attention, that when you weren't it was...different. Different and not even remotely okay.

That combined with how you were relishing in the company of some 'friend' earlier, and he was livid. He felt the need to prove that you only wanted his attention, that you only needed his attention. He knew he wasn't acting , or thinking, like himself. He acknowledged it, and he ignored it. Hell, you didn't even know he was there! There was no reason for him to react so intensely.

He checked the time again. Three more minutes have passed.

He shoved the chair out, (rather harshly), to stand up. Upon hearing the noise, you turned your head up to see him approaching you.

"Sakusa-san!" You squeaked.

"(L/n)." He said back. His voice was low, threatening. You nervously watched him slam his hands down in the table in front of you, black eyes focused on your face.

"What do you-uh, want?" You smiled at him, practically buzzing in excitement in your chair. The library chairs were a little tight, your thighs pressed flush together. Sakusa let his eyes wander, eventually landing your face once more. You, noticing his gaze, laughed slightly. "The chairs are a bit of a tight fit, huh?"

"(L/n)." He says again, leaning in further. "Who were you just with?" Why was he asking that? He didn't care. He just wanted to know. Morbid curiosity. You shuffled in your chair again. He moved around the table, a slow, stalking act. You sat rigid in your chair.

"You know him right?" You turned, standing up. You rested your hands against the table, rocking back against it in a nervous, jittery motion.

"No," He said. His hand was on the back of your chair, the only thing separating you. "Mind explaining?" He moved the chair harshly. You pressed back into the table further.

"Just-He's a good friend!" You looked up at him, grip on the table tightening when he moved in closer. In truth, he wasn't sure why he was doing any of this. It was like something possessed him, blowing his minor jealousy out of proportion. He wanted to prove that you only gave him those adoring looks, he wanted to have his hands on you.

Your breath hitched in the base of your throat. He placed his hands by your sides, leaning in a bit closer. "Sakusa-san?" You laughed habitually to take the edge off, wide eyes sparkling up at him. This time, his breath caught in his throat. You looked so...innocent. So open.

You didn't know what to think. You knew you weren't all that emotionally intelligent. Even still, you could tell that something was up. On any normal day, he'd just comment on your lack of sense or bump into you a little too hard. Really, usually he just ignored you.

"A good friend," he echoed. You nodded, watching with uncertainty when his right hand lifted to your head. The butterflies in your stomach felt like a warning, a 'DANGER' written in blaring red lights. It was hard not to melt, though, when he gingerly pet your hair. It was where your friend had his hand.

You leaned into his touch. It almost burnt, but in a good way. A way that made you want to walk right into the fire and stay there. He narrowed his eyes. What was he doing? His grip turned harsh, clutching your hair in his hand.

You let out a startled whimper. He pulled your head back slightly, making you look him in his eyes. His free hand pulled his mask down. "Why do you look so shocked," he whispered. It didn't sound meek by any means, it felt loud enough to you. "You wanted my time right? My attention?"

You nodded best you could, excitement buzzing through you again. He let go of your hair, hand moving down to the base of your neck. Surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted. If anything, touching you, it felt...oddly good. It's like he could keep his hands on you forever.

His gaze drifted down to your lips. Pretty, soft looking, quivering. Sakusa's hands were big. not big and muscular, no, more lithe. Long. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, other fingers still on the back of your neck. "So pretty," he murmured. "Such a pretty boy." He didn't think to sing the praise. It just slipped out. Not like he was going to make a move to take it back though, not when it's escalated this far.

His hand was warm. Surprising, as it seems like he's the kind of guy to have deathly cold hands. You rubbed your muscular thighs together at his words. Noticing the movement, he let out a shaky breath. You felt it on your lips. His breath, unsurprisingly, was minty. Cold.

You whimpered again, leaning in. You could see every little detail of his face. The moles above his thick eyebrows, the small cracks on his lips. So close. One gust of wind and your lips would connect. His eyes lidded, reciprocating your movement and-

"Am I..uh, interrupting something?"

Sakusa practically jumped off of you. "No! No, you're not." He quickly regained his cool. Motoya nodded, brows raised in suspicion.

"Well I've got what I need. Ready to go?" He said.

Sakusa nearly bolted back to where he had set his things, pulling his mask back up onto his nose. "Yeah. Fine." He pulled his bag on his shoulder. Motoya waved to you. You knew that he saw some of it, at most. He turned to walk away, Sakusa following in suit behind him.

Before he left your line of vision, he shot one last glance your way. You weren't sure how to read it, though you could at least see the lingering desire in his iris.

With that, he left your sight, leaving you disheveled and confused against the table.

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#male reader #x male reader #anime x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #m!reader #sakusa kiyoomi x male reader #sakusa x male reader #kiyoomi x male reader

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asters-galaxy · 3 years ago

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At Your Service

(Guess who got inspiration back!!! I literally finished, like, 3 small fics in a few days and they’re all about CROB oops-- I just finished this one about 2 minutes ago ((at the time of typing this)) and it’s my favorite so far, so please have it-- Enjoy! It’s completely self-indulgent fluff, but so are most of my fics, I hope you don’t mind.)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Cookie Run: OvenBreak (could also apply to kingdom)

Ship: Lilayogurt (Lilac Cookie x Yogurt Cream Cookie)

Characters: Lee!Lilac, Ler!Yogurt Cream

Words: 1854

Potential Warnings: None

Yogurt Cream was an...interesting person to work for. For starters, he constantly went off to search for the world's most exquisite treasures, which often wound up being a wild goose chase. For another, he wasn't the least bit intimidated by any sort of stern, annoyed, or otherwise bitter expression on anyone's face. He was extroverted and jovial, even towards those who very obviously wanted him dead.

Lilac found it foolish, but also incredibly comforting in a way.

The bodyguard was known for being relatively neutral, showing no emotion as to guard himself on the job. His minimal reactions made him appear boring, but it was the mark of a great bodyguard...and a great assassin. It was for these reasons that he also tried to distance himself from Yogurt Cream. And yet, despite all of those efforts, Lilac's employer still treated him like a friend rather than a servant.

It complicated things.

Like today, for example -- Yogurt Cream, taking notice of the beautiful spring scenery, declared that the two of them should have a grand picnic outside in the palace garden. Lilac begrudgingly complied. He wasn't one to partake in relaxation, but if he had said no, Yogurt Cream would have demanded it anyway. Besides, his employer was wonderful company, even if Lilac would never say it out loud.

And so on that beautiful spring day, Yogurt Cream was lounging and eating delicious-looking sandwiches while Lilac stood rigidly beside him.

"You can come sit next to me, you know," Yogurt Cream said, stating the obvious. Lilac nodded and continued to stand anyway.

There was an awkward silence.

"Why are you always so stiff?" the former asked, breaking the tension. "You don't have to be -- I'm not going to judge you for showing a little emotion once in a while."

Silence again from the retainer.

"You know what? That's it, come here. Sit in front of me."

Lilac glanced at his employer, slightly confused, but complied immediately. He would never disobey an order. The bodyguard kept up his tense personality as Yogurt Cream ran his fingers through his short hair. The touch was...different. But it was nice.

"You need to relax -- today's a perfect day to enjoy ourselves," Yogurt Cream murmured. "That means you, too."

In his usual fashion, Lilac looked back at him with no response. He did not relax (it was near physically impossible for him to do so), but he did allow Yogurt Cream to do as he pleased. The merchant continued to play with Lilac's hair for a minute or two, then resorted to massaging his bodyguard's shoulders. That was different as well -- Lilac found himself actually resisting the urge to lie down.

Yogurt Cream wandered a bit too close to Lilac's neck, causing the latter to flinch and grab his employer's wrist, turning to face him. At first, his expression was stony and almost aggressive...but noticing Yogurt Cream's wide eyes, it morphed to be apologetic and ashamed. He let go and turned back around, not wanting to meet Yogurt Cream's gaze.

"Are...you okay?" his employer asked slowly. Lilac nodded, trying to calm himself with slow breaths.

"Can I...touch your neck again…? I just want to help you get used to it."

The bodyguard pondered the question for a few moments before nodding again. He inhaled deeply, bracing for the touch, and flinched as Yogurt Cream placed his hand on his neck gently.

This time though, Lilac's instincts didn't kick in. He sat patiently, letting his employer rub his fingers up and down slowly. For a little while, everything was just at peace.

Then the sensation grew lighter, which elicited a...strange feeling from the bodyguard. It was making him shiver, but it didn't feel bad, per se. Goosebumps formed on his arms, and he felt his cheeks get a little warm. After a couple more minutes, Yogurt Cream went up to his ear, and Lilac broke character by gasping.

Yogurt Cream jolted, stopping immediately. "Did that hurt? I'm sorry--"

Lilac cut his employer off by shaking his head quickly, visibly confused.

Both of them thought about it. It took a few seconds, but then Yogurt Cream developed a surprised, almost delighted look on his face.

"Are you...ticklish, Lilac?"

The assassin had no clue on how to answer. He looked back at Yogurt Cream, shrugging and slightly embarrassed (but trying not to show it).

"You don't know?" Yogurt Cream asked in disbelief. "Then...lie down here for me."

Lilac's stomach did a flip-flop. He obliged immediately, of course, but he did not know how to feel about it. After lying down on his back, looking up at his employer, he realized what exactly this meant for Yogurt Cream's image of him.

It was bound to happen eventually.

"Put your arms up and behind your head, please," the merchant commanded. Lilac did as requested, trying to keep his blush from surfacing. He was asked if he was "comfortable with this," and hesitated, not knowing how to feel at first. After going through everything in his head, he nodded -- he'd let Yogurt Cream amuse himself for now.

Yogurt Cream began by trailing his fingers along Lilac's abs almost delicately, as if the bodyguard were made of thin glass. The latter was taken aback a bit by the sensation, flinching and shivering ever so slightly. He wasn't sure if that was the desired reaction at first, but one look at Yogurt Cream's grinning face answered him. His employer's smile made him feel...comfortable. As though nothing were wrong. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be.

"I'm going to do something a bit different, okay?" the merchant asked, waiting for consent. Lilac nodded his head again, readier this time. He took a deep breath to ready himself -- and huffed out something that was almost a laugh as Yogurt Cream very lightly scribbled at his stomach.

"Oh wow, that's adorable!~" Yogurt Cream exclaimed softly, his fingers spidering over Lilac's torso with his nails barely making contact with skin. The bodyguard couldn't stifle his blush this time -- he wasn't adorable! Or at least, he didn't think he was! Then again, Yogurt Cream was known to find joy in even the dullest things, so maybe that was just him.

Then Lilac realized that a smile was starting to break through his exterior.

He didn't know what to do -- let it happen? But what would that do for his persona? On the other hand, if he forced it down or covered his face, he'd be defying his employer. It wouldn't have been a difficult decision if Yogurt Cream wasn't the one tickling him.

With that final thought, the reality of the situation hit him, and he suddenly couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Yogurt Cream noticed the shy expression immediately, as well as Lilac's relatively obvious struggle with it. "Oh my goodness…!~ You can smile, don't worry."

Can smile, sure. But should? Lilac looked at his employer, still confused.

"You know what, scratch the can. I order you to let yourself smile as long as you are comfortable."

With that, Lilac's inner torment melted away, and he allowed the uncharacteristic grin to show. He also began to lean into Yogurt Cream's touch -- the gentle tickling was new and unfamiliar, but it was almost...friendly, in a sense. He wasn't used to friendliness, either.

Yogurt Cream brought his teasing, spidering fingers down to Lilac’s hips, and that was when things really started to break for the bodyguard. He bucked his hips in surprise, almost twisting away and yet wanting to lean in at the same time, and his breathing quickened. The merchant continued, keeping his touch gentle and prepared to stop if need be, and then slowly...Lilac began to laugh.

It was a rough sound, faint and not frantic in any sense. It didn’t sound panicked or in pain, but it was definitely nervous and somewhat strained from having almost never happened before. It was incredibly quiet and scratchy as well, not wild or loudly clear like some.

Yogurt Cream thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“I didn’t know you could laugh, Lilac!~” he exclaimed with a slight teasing lilt, making the assassin’s cheeks turn red. He traced circles with all five fingers on each hip, making his retainer whine with embarrassment.

“Ihihi d-didn’t k-knohow eheheither!”

The statement simultaneously broke and warmed Yogurt Cream’s heart. He’d heard Lilac speak before, on rare occasions, but it was usually only when the situation was dire or when he was comfortable enough. And when he did speak, it was either a warning (in the aforementioned dire situations), or it was something that was either sad or downright heartwarming. This was, in a way, both.

“Well, I really like your laugh, Lilac,” the merchant purred, moving to lie on top of Lilac as to gently pin him down. He brought his hands up to the bodyguard’s armpits, resulting in another gasp before more shy giggling. “Mind letting me hear more of it?”

Lilac, flustered more than he’d ever been and in a giggly daze, had no idea how to respond. He was barely managing to keep his arms up as instructed -- his underarms were more ticklish than he’d expected. Granted, so far every part of him had been more ticklish than expected.

Thankfully, Yogurt Cream seemed to have the same idea, and paused his teasing for a moment to gently bring Lilac’s arms down. “Here you go, this might be more comfortable. I’ll give you a moment to breathe.”

The assassin took that time gratefully, catching his breath and trying to recover while his head was spinning. He barely registered it when his employer cupped his cheek with one hand, and he couldn’t care less when he instinctively leaned into the affectionate touch. It was just him and Yogurt Cream, and that was all that mattered to him now.

“Are you okay?” the merchant asked, clearly amused and double-checking his bodyguard’s emotions. Lilac nodded, trying to say “yes” but barely managing to get the word out through his breathlessness. “Good, I wouldn’t want you to be upset…”

There was a long, peaceful moment, where Lilac learned how to breathe steadily again and let Yogurt Cream lie on top of him. Both of them were in a daze of sorts, one incredibly delighted by his discovery and enamored with the possibilities, and the other dizzied by his newfound “weakness.” Or perhaps it wasn’t new -- after all…

...Hadn’t Yogurt Cream always been his weakness?

“What do you say to Round Two?” his employer asked suddenly, his voice mischievous but gentle. Lilac blushed and nodded, trying to hide a faint smile.

Initially, Lilac hadn’t expected anything much from that spring afternoon, as most excursions with Yogurt Cream wound up either being dangerous or compromising his reputation. But this, with just the two of them, was so comforting and so appealing...he’d have to let it slide just this once. And maybe a few times more. It wasn’t like anyone else was there.

It was just the two of them. And that was all that mattered.

#sfw tickling #tickle fic #crob tickling #cr tickling #crk tickling #lee!lilac cookie #lee!lilac #ticklish!lilac cookie #ler!yogurt cream #ler!yogurt cream cookie #my writing #i'm actually relatively proud of this one #i absolutely adore this ship to death so i hope someone out there likes it

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years ago

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Being snowed in with Billy Peltzer would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I chose to make these sfw but I could always write an nsfw version later on if you’d like to read those as well.)

- Pardon you for sounding like Mr. Murray, but none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for Billy's damn foreign car.

- It’d been a day like any other: you’d gotten off of work, Billy had picked you up, the two of you went out on a short date and he’d taken you back to his place for a typical afternoon hangout. You’d done it a million times, you’d accepted his mothers invitation of staying over for dinner a million times, so why should today be any different?

- You didn’t know. What you did know was that the days near constant flurries had evolved into a blizzard, and after a solid five minutes of trying to get his vehicle to start in the midst of the howling white wind, the two of you had given up and ran back inside.

- With no other option, you were forced to stay over at your boyfriends house. …Oh the horror.

- Billy did the honors of informing his parents while you used the phone to call your own. You explained the situation and told them not to worry, assuring them that you’d call again the next day before Billy joined back with you and told you that his parents were happy to have you.

- Just as he finished telling you that you were welcome to stay, his mother poked her head out of the room next to where you were standing and shot the two of you a cheerful smile, holding out a board game box and asking if the two of you were up for it. Billy looked a bit embarrassed but you just smiled and eagerly agreed, pulling him along so that you could decimate him at Candyland....

- I’m sorry but your boyfriend is exactly the type of person who would make the two of you those overly intricate, borderline gourmet mugs of hot chocolate; the ones you see only in holiday photoshoots and upscale cafes. Whip cream, marshmallows, cinnamon, a wafer stick/candy cane, chocolate shavings; the whole nine yards and it’s all for you.

- You’ll probably wind up sitting and drinking those while you watch old holiday movies on the television. I’m sure his parents wouldn’t stay up for very long so after a couple rounds of whatever games you’d chosen to play, they’d wish you a goodnight and leave the two of you alone to cuddle on the couch.

- When it’s time for bed, he leads you up the stairs and helps you find something to wear; digging through his own pajamas for something that would reasonably fit you or offering to ask his mom in case you’d prefer that. And though he’s probably seen you naked hundreds of times, he still respectfully leaves the room or turns his back to you while you’re getting changed; not wanting to invade your privacy.

- He honestly can’t stop himself from smiling as the two of you get ready for bed, the sight of you wearing his clothes and the feeling of you going through your nightly routine right next to him is too much for him not to.

- Soon enough, you’re tucked under his blanket and wrapped in his arms: his chest pressed against your back, Barney curled up into your own and Gizmo squeezed in wherever he could fit.

- As you’re laying there, he says your name and, once you hum in response, he somewhat guiltily admits that he’s glad his car didn’t start. You smile and say that you are too before you’re both lulled to sleep by his Mogwai’s soft coos.

- Waking up in the morning is surreal. It takes you a minute to remember where you are and the process of crawling out of bed and down the stairs feels completely unfamiliar; it doesn’t help that you need to walk all the way down to the kitchen to come across another living soul.

- In said kitchen, you’re greeted by his mother who’s cooking everyone breakfast. You talk with her for a while before Billy comes stumbling in, still bundled up in his snow clothes with his cheeks and nose tinted red from the cold. He walks over and gives both of you a kiss on the cheek, admitting that he’s really getting nowhere with his attempts at shoveling and that the plows haven’t even come through the neighborhood yet.

- And with that revelation, it’s apparent that you’ll get to spend another day at the Peltzer residence. Well, more like at least another day....

- Now that the storm itself had cleared up and all that’s left is a shit ton of snow, you take the opportunity to mess around in it, throwing on a couple more layers of your boyfriends clothes before the two of you run out into the winter wonderland.

- It’s certainly not easy, it seems like every other minute one of you is tripping, slipping, or stumbling, but that doesn’t stop you. You laugh at each other every time the other person winds up on their backside and waddle over to help them before Barney can execute his attack and slobber all over their face.

- Making snowmen. Once you finished the first one, you figured that there was still so much snow leftover that it would be smart; and cute, to make another one and give them a friend…and then that just kept happening. You became possessed by your ambition to create and were soon staring into the rocky eyes of a dozen little snow people. You’d created a village, you’d become god.

- Snowball fights. Billy is too nice to start an all out war with you so the two of you just occasionally toss a handful of snow at the other person and pretend like nothing happened while they try to bite back a smile.

- Sitting in front of the fireplace once you’re done with the cold.

- Making cookies together.

- Considering the fact that the two of you probably got snowed in around Christmas time, you get the chance to listen to Christmas carols and decorate the tree with him and his family.

- Lounging around his bedroom and reading comic books.

- Hugging and playing with Gizmo.

- Barney is at your sides 24/7. You will honestly never see Billy without him so at this point you’re probably used to it. You might even find yourself having a little furry shadow yourself from time to time.

- But, even though you’re genuinely having the time of your life: all good things must come to an end. The snow begins to melt, the plows come through, and you’re left with no real reason to stay at the Peltzer residence for any longer.

- And so, you must say goodbye: you gather up your things and get hugs from everyone in the family, thanking them for their hospitality as they tell the two of you to drive safely.

- Billy is honestly sad when you finally have to leave. He got to play house and be around the girl he loves without the stress of any time restraints for over a day so of course he’s going to be disappointed when it’s finally over. I’m sure he’d be praying that his car wouldn’t start so that he could have you with him for just a bit longer. But alas, it sputters to life and he’s forced to drive you home.

- During the drive, you take notice of his solemn demeanor and, as you park in front of your house, you kiss him on the cheek and tell him not to worry; assuring him that you’ll come over again soon enough and that maybe you’ll stay the night more often.

- His eyes light up and you share a soft kiss before he gets out of the car to walk you to your door; a hopeful and excited feeling coursing through him at the thought of doing [this] again.

#billy peltzer imagine #billy peltzer imagines #billy peltzer headcanons #billy peltzer headcanon #gremlins imagine #gremlins headcanons #gremlins headcanon #gremlins imagines #80s movie imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanon #80s movie headcanons

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forehead-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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Checkmate

Pairing: Haechan x Reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, fluff but it gets slightly steamy at one point (still totally sfw)

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You and Haechan get engaged, because anything is better than the process of trying to get engaged. That being said, having a fiancé you hate isn’t that much better.

Author’s notes: remember me???????? I’m alive, yeah. I’m super proud of this fic, I think it’s my best ever, so please give it a read!!

Haechan inhaled the overwhelming scent of floral perfume, and barely managed to stifle a gag. His father arranged for him to meet more and more foreign princesses every week, and he wondered where the man even kept finding them. Were there even this many countries? The prince’s surroundings were beginning to blend into a blur of painted smiles and emotionless eyes. He cursed that stubborn old man in his mind, and questioned furiously why it was even so important that he find a bride any time soon. Still, no matter how much he despised it, he knew his father wouldn’t accept anything less.

He looked into the sea of lace gowns and resigned himself.

Maybe he’d just choose someone. Anyone. He smiled morosely, knowing all the women there were only after their shot at the throne anyway. They were here to use him, why shouldn’t he use them too? The apathetic thought left a bad taste on his tongue. Still, in his exhaustion at his circumstances, it seemed more and more reasonable the longer he considered it.

He searched throughout the crowd of giggling princesses, unable to distinguish between their faces.

One after another, they approached him, with candied smiles and words that were far too practiced. One after another, they convinced him a loveless marriage with someone half-decent was far preferable to enduring this a moment longer. One after another, they revealed themselves to be absolutely unbearable, and Haechan grew more and more desperate to find someone that didn’t make him want to throw himself off a balcony after three sentences.

You stood at the back of the crowd, prodded by impatient elbows and sneered at by women hiding their smirks behind fans. You rolled your eyes, unable to understand this need, this hunger to marry someone they’d never met. That was your problem, according to your parents. And your advisors. And your tutors. According to everyone, really. You’d been to so many different kingdoms, trying to seduce unfamiliar princes, but could never bring yourself to actually put any effort into it. The carriage that shipped you to each one was beginning to feel more like home than the castle you’d left.

You watched girl after girl leave the ballroom, looking thoroughly dejected. It was hard not to relish in their failure just a bit, but you dreaded whatever high standards this prince was going to judge you with. You had little to offer. Your background, your kingdom, your land- none could remotely compare to his. Your parents were completely insane to even think you had anything that would make you lucrative as a bride to him.

Maybe they’re hoping he’ll behead me. You chuckled.

Still, the crowd continued to thin, and you couldn’t put off meeting him forever. A few of the weaker-hearted girls nudged you forward, suddenly less eager to meet the sharp-tongued prince.

You sighed, and decided to get it over with.

Haechan rubbed at his temples, barely even looking at the girl who approached him now. He’d made up his mind to find a bride today, but his prospects weren’t looking so good. His eyes caught the hem of this princess’s dress. It was unadorned. He’d go so far as to call it plain. Many princesses were after his riches, but he’d never seen one that was so blatantly poor. Most at least tried to disguise their lack of wealth, so as to make them more desirable in terms of growing power. He half-chuckled, half-sighed. His gaze traced upward lazily, until it came across the first unsmiling face he’d seen all day. It shocked him so much that his hand dropped from his face, and he stood up instinctively.

“Your highness, thank you for allowing me to meet with you today-”

It was the most monotonous, disinterested introduction he’d ever heard, and his heart soared. You hadn’t even noticed he’d stood up. Incredible.

“Let’s get married.”

“I hope- excuse me?”

“Let’s get married. Can we go right now?” The question was directed to the attendant beside him, who sputtered at the prince’s sudden enthusiasm. No one, however, was more surprised at him than you. Your skirts were still clutched in your fists, your knees still bent in a curtsy. You couldn’t even manage to feel happy that he’d chosen you.

If anything, you felt angry.

He was rattling off instructions to his attendant about the wedding he’d already begun to plan, completely ignoring you. You hadn’t even responded to his proposal, if you could call his demand that. You tried to get in a polite word in time and time again, only for him to not even acknowledge you, until you got so sick of him talking you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“No!”

Finally, he turned to you.

“No?”

“I don’t want to marry you.” You ignored the consequences of your words, and avoided thinking about the awaiting rage of your parents.

The prince blinked.

Then he scoffed.

“Of course you do.”

You cocked an eyebrow, your expression not betraying how absolutely pissed those four words had made you. Instead, the first smile you’d shown him spread on your face. It was chillingly false, your eyes boring deep holes into his face as you sweetly replied:

“I’d burn down this castle before I married you, your highness. Good day.”

And with that, you turned and left the ballroom.

Haechan didn’t move for a few moments as he watched you stalk away, a picture of grace even in your anger. The women who remained and witnessed began to whisper, snapping him out of his shock. His head flicked around the room, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Then, just as you vanished around a corner, he took off after you.

He’d been turned down. How? Why? He was rich. He was influential. You were neither. He felt a nagging pang of guilt, but suppressed it. You were poor. His proposal was a generous offer, for you and your kingdom. You were the one losing out by rejecting him. So why? Why was he the one chasing after you? He cursed under his breath as he caught sight of your back.

“You! Wait up!”

You heard him calling, but only sped up.

“I will call the guards if you don’t stop this instant! I-I command you to stop!”

You did. Then you turned on your heel, with a glare that would send armies fleeing, and stomped towards him much faster than he knew a princess could. He flinched as you were suddenly toe to toe with him, taller than he expected. You seemed smaller when he was sitting on his throne. You sneered at his reaction.

“Do you need your guards just to take care of one woman, little prince?”

He flushed, but you didn’t let him respond.

“You don’t even know my name. I’m not, ‘you.’ I don’t know why you want to marry me, but if you want me to agree, maybe learn that first.”

“You-” Haechan fumbled, unused to someone being blunt with him. He flared up, unable to think straight.

“You’re lucky to get an offer like this, you know.”

He saw the way your eyes widened in indignation, but kept digging his own grave as if he’d find treasure eventually.

“You won’t get an opportunity like this again. And, for your information, I only want to get married so I can finally be done with all,” he gestured towards the direction of the ballroom you’d both just left, “this.”

Despite your anger, his reason struck a chord within you. Not that that made your tone any less cutting.

“So I’m supposed to be grateful that you’re using me?”

“We’re royalty. We’re all getting used by someone, aren’t we?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, and he could tell you didn’t find the idea all so repulsive. He pressed forward.

“You’re tired of it all too, aren’t you? Or do you want to keep getting shoved at princes? We’d both get our parents off our backs. It’s a good deal.”

It was frustrating, but your desire to stop meeting spoiled princes was beginning to outweigh your immense dislike of this one. And as much as you hated it, he was right when he said you wouldn’t get an offer as good as this one ever again. Maybe that’s why he chose you, you supposed. He knew you couldn’t afford to say no. (Not that that had stopped you.) It just angered you that he saw you as someone so desperate, so needy, so pitiful.

“...Fine.” You stuck out your hand in impersonal assent. “But. I don’t want to marry you.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“I’m not done, little prince.” He restrained his scowl and motioned for you to continue. “Let’s just get engaged. That’s enough reason to end all the marriage meetings, and then if it turns out I really just cannot stand you, we’ll call it off. Fine?”

“Fine.”

He shook your hand firmly.

Despite the way you both glared at each other, neither of you could deny how pleased you were with this arrangement.

While you sent word to your family, he went directly to his, who were thoroughly, almost obnoxiously happy that he’d found someone. He forced a grin and made up some lies about how he’d fallen for you at first sight. They weren’t exactly excited about your less than impressive background, but weren’t about to reject the only girl who’d managed to catch their discerning son’s eye.

Within a day, it was announced throughout all your fiancé’s kingdom that he’d found a woman to wed. You managed to laugh about how all the other princesses must be incredibly jealous of you at this moment, but couldn’t quite get over the fact that you were one foot into a lifelong commitment with the rudest man you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. It was a troubling internal conflict. On one hand, he was the worst. On the other, the same could be said for just about every other prince you’d ever met. So really, it was an overall win that this one didn’t expect you to love or fawn over him.

At least, that’s what you repeated to yourself as you received the list of engagement events you were expected to attend alongside him.

“Do we really have to do this?” You groaned.

“Just shut up and smile, they’re about to see us.”

You reluctantly did as he said, forcing an exuberant grin onto an unwilling face. Your carriage turned into the courtyard, and crowds cheered wildly, as if they actually cared about your wellbeing in some way. You waved gently, relieved your upbringing was so ingrained within you that you could play your role without ceasing your fantasies of punching your fiancé in the face. As you reached your places of honor, Haechan offered a gallant hand to help you down, and you almost admired how well he played the part of a loving gentleman.

It was such a truly lovely banquet being thrown for you, it almost made you feel bad for lying. Haechan seemed to be thinking similarly, and, forgetting to be vindictive, leaned over to whisper jokingly in your ear.

“Poor fools actually think we’re in love.”

You laughed brightly without thinking. Both of you then remembered you hated each other, and stared at each other in shock before looking away sharply. You waved again, happy to be doing something that made sense to you. The hordes of celebrating nobles clapped and called out their congratulations again as soon as they saw you move, not wanting to get on the bad side of what they assumed was their future queen. That was a pretty nice feeling, and you accidentally smiled sincerely.

Haechan, still stunned by the sound of your real laugh, wasn’t prepared to see your real smile. His eyes widened. It was more beautiful than he expected, and didn’t threaten him with cavities the way every woman in his life’s did. If they were processed white sugar, you were honey with all the real sweetness in the world on your face. He hazily tried to remember when he last smiled genuinely. You turned to him with a gleam in your eye, and he took your hand before rationality could persuade him otherwise.

The smile dropped off your face, and your gaze flicked to your intertwined fingers, then to his expression, which seemed even more confused than yours somehow. He looked boyish and bashful, and you wondered if your haughty fiancé had a far more charming twin.

Lucky for Haechan, the crowd cheered yet louder at the sight of your supposed affection, and he tilted his head towards them as if to say, See, that's why. Normally, you wouldn't have believed it was part of his plan, but it was easier that way. You let him lift your entwined hands in some playfully bragging way, and rolled your eyes.

“Alright, so I get the bed.”

“That’s funny. No, I get the bed. It’s my kingdom!”

“You are not being very gentlemanly right now.”

“And you didn’t seem like the kind of girl who’d enforce those kinds of antiquities.”

You scowled, and Haechan looked smug, which only intensified your frustration.

“Fine. Then let’s decide fairly, little prince.” You loved to call him that, just to see him pretend it didn’t irk him. “If I beat you in chess, I get the bed. And vice versa.”

“...Fine, small princ- annoying- um- pret- dum-”

You couldn’t help but grin at his attempts. “Nice try, but I’m not immature enough to be annoyed by a silly nickname.”

Your fiancé grimaced and got out the chess board.

Hours later, you were still playing the first game of chess.

“Y/n… Can we… Can we…” Haechan yawned enormously, which of course prompted you to as well. “Can we maybe… call a truce for tonight? It’s a big bed. We have to be up early for a garden party.”

You wanted to rejoice in his surrender, but your eyes were teary with exhaustion. Instead of the easy win you expected, you’d been in the longest game of your life. It seemed like you two were well matched for one another.

As opponents, of course.

“Fine… But just- just for tonight. We’ll play again tomorrow.”

And with that, you both crawled into the truly extravagant bed, falling asleep before your heads hit the pillows.

Many nights passed, with an unfinished chess game at the end of each. It grew into something of a habit, a nightly chess game, always accompanied by bickering, of course. Neither of you ever managed to truly best the other, with every game ending the way the first did. As they continued, the bickering smoothed into mocking conversations, and sometimes you weren’t even mocking each other, but a common enemy. You would never admit it, but the pair of you started laughing together more often than you did at each other these days.

On some fateful Tuesday, for the first time ever, you saw a clear move to checkmate. The king was unguarded. For the first time, he was vulnerable. It was glaringly obvious, and you snuck a glance at your opponent’s face to see if it was a trap, but were taken aback when you found him already staring at you. He didn’t look triumphant or concerned, but he somehow looked… nervous. Or maybe expectant? And then you realized. He was far too good a player to make an error like this one. He was offering you a choice, from one royal with too much pride to admit they enjoyed the other’s company to another. It would be easy to end this game right now, and banish him to the floor.

You chose another move, and the game continued.

“So what’s on the agenda tomorrow?” You asked, with a tone more befitting of a business partner than a fiancé. The two of you had gotten pretty used to the whole routine of feigning adoration, and typically planned cute moments to perform in advance.

Haechan looked over at you and sighed in a way that might have been more amused than exasperated.

“Would it kill you to sit like a lady?”

You looked down at yourself, eating a biscuit you’d pocketed from today’s lavish banquet, with your legs criss-crossed as you lounged on the bed in your nightgown. The white fabric was hiked up above your knees to accommodate the posture, and catching all the crumbs that fell.

“Aren’t I?”

Haechan couldn’t mask his amiable laugh at that. You felt strangely proud when you made him truly laugh. It was one of the few times his shoulders really relaxed, and he looked like the cheerful boy he might’ve been without the pressure of royalty on his back.

“So… what’s on the agenda?”

Haechan didn’t answer right away. He was still looking your direction but seemed zoned out.

“Haechan?”

He flinched, always shocked when you used his real name instead of a mocking nickname.

“W-what? Oh, we’ve got a ball.”

“Ugh… Boring. You better not leave me alone with all the gossiping hags.”

“Yeah, sure. Uh, for real, could you sit properly?”

“Whaaat, I’m comfy.”

“Seriously.”

That irked you. You were just sitting, and while you hadn’t fully realized it, Haechan was someone you'd grown comfortable being yourself around. You didn’t need another person in your life telling you the way you behaved was wrong, and against your will, you had begun to expect more from him. You felt something too close to heartbreak as you wondered if he was just another person who disapproved of you.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“It’s not a big deal, why can’t you?”

“Because you’re right. It’s not a big deal, so why do you seem to care so much?”

“Can you just do it?!”

“No! Didn’t you get on me for- for ‘enforcing those antiquities’ or whatever? Now you’ve got a problem with the way I sit or how I dress-”

“It’s not- it’s not like that!”

“Then what?!” You flared up at him further, as did he, but he seemed less angry and more... agitated. You laughed mockingly. “Whaaaat are you shy seeing my legs or something-”

“YES! They’re- they’re. Um. Well…” He looked at the floor, and you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper, “pretty,” before he flicked his head back up and stammered the marginally less embarrassing, “distracting.”

Your anger instantly dissolved when he confessed that, and you flushed in a way you didn’t know you could. You stared at the ground, tugging your nightgown gently down. You’d always hated being treated like a lady, but you’d never been treated like a woman, and you found you didn’t hate it quite as much. This might’ve been the first time in either of your lives that the two of you were ever actually lost for words. Neither could formulate some witty remark or snide comment, and you just boiled in the unfamiliar atmosphere neither of you sought to create.

“Uh,” Haechan broke the silence masterfully. “I-I think I’m going to turn in early.”

“Yes. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You might have climbed in bed early- no chess game for the first time in ages- but you both woke up exhausted. Four feet apart, two fiancés had stayed up late replaying the night in their minds and subsequently panicking.

“G-good morning.”

“Good morning.”

The day whirled by, with most of it being spent simply getting dressed for the evening ball. You spent most of the day slapping your face and reminding yourself of how you used to act around him, and when you heard a knock at your door, you were ready.

He told himself he was, but he wasn’t.

Haechan took a deep breath and let his gaze trail up from your skirt to your face, and he stiffened. He’d grown used to his fiancé looking beautiful in the luxurious dresses she wore daily- even though it stunned him more than he’d admit the first time. This dress was no different, no more extravagant, no, but the pink tinge on your cheeks was a beauty he couldn’t have imagined.

“You look… decent.”

He celebrated internally for managing to say something an unflustered him might have said, although some tiny part of himself wished he could pay you a compliment normally.

Your sigh slid into a laugh, and you found your rhythm in your rapport again.

“And you look just adorable, little prince.”

He glared, but was relieved to hear the dig. He offered you the crook of his elbow, and you clapped your hands to your cheeks once more before taking it. He flinched at the sharp sound, and observed your cheeks grow red again from the impact.

“Youch.”

“It’s not that bad, honestly. I’ve been doing it all day to wake myself up.”

Haechan hummed a response. He couldn’t form words; all his brainpower was focused on figuring out why that statement had just disappointed him so. As he rounded the corner towards the ballroom, though, he shook it from his mind.

You entered the ballroom to the usual thunderous applause. Haechan led you down the immaculate gold staircase, and you clung to his arm, the perfect image of a lovestruck princess. No one noticed you holding on a little tighter than usual tonight. The band struck up a song, and you took the hands of possibly the only person you'd ever considered a friend. He led you to the center of the floor and began to waltz. It was always a satisfying feeling to watch the crowds make way for you. You looked everywhere but at your partner, and aimlessly wondered if you’d even been in this ballroom before. Just when you thought you’d seen every room in the massive castle, you’d be led to a wing you didn’t even know existed. The idle thoughts occupied you, which was probably for the best, since it meant you didn’t notice the way Haechan was looking at you.

The dance ended, and you went separate ways to entertain people who made you feel like your brains were melting. Seriously, one day your mind was just going to leak out your ears and spill onto the polished floors. It was amazing how you could spend hours talking to one person night after night, but half an evening with these sycophants made you contemplate faking your own death.

Finally, your reprieve came in the form of an attendant, whispering in your ear that the crown prince was requesting your presence.

“So sorry ladies, my future husband and I are just inseparable.”

They gave you condescendingly knowing looks, their eyes practically screaming, Just wait a few more years, child, you’ll tire of each other. You had to turn away quickly so they didn’t catch you sneering at them. Whatever. You wouldn’t be with him in a few years anyway, you would have gone your separate ways by then.

Right?

Something about that thought didn’t feel right. Not even sad, just… not right. You thought rapidly as you let your attendant guide you. What was your original agreement? If I realize I… Wait… If I end up still hating him, then the engagement’s off? Those were the terms. Which meant, if you didn’t hate him, then inevitably you’d end up mar-

“Y/n!”

You looked up sharply, not realizing you’d crossed the ballroom already. However, even when looking forward, you didn’t see the person who’d just called your name. Your eyes flitted about, searching for the familiar face. You took a few steps in no particular direction, massively confused, and then suddenly terrified when a hand reached out from behind a curtain and pulled you to join its owner. Not the type to lose composure and scream, you clenched your jaw so tight it almost broke until you saw your fiancé's face shrouded in the shadows of the velvet drapes.

“What took you so long?”

His question wasn’t at all rude, as it once might’ve been. It was one of genuine relief to see you, as if you were his solace amongst all the fools at the ball. You met his eyes for maybe the first time this evening, and they were bright and warm and looked at you the way no one ever did. Like you mattered. Like he wanted you there. Not the facade you put on for everyone, he wanted the real you.

Oh God, I don’t hate him at all.

“Earth to y/n?” He chuckled as you snapped to attention. “Finally, you’re here. Is this the worst ball yet or what?”

“Yes! It’s seriously unbearable.”

“I knew you’d agree. By the way, have you still been slapping your face? You shouldn’t in front of guests, they’ll think you’re crazy.” He teased you over your red flush without giving it a second thought. You hadn’t touched your cheeks in hours. The realization only made you blush even more. He leaned in close, and you stood stock-still with surprise.

“Do you want to vanish for a while?”

“What?” The absurdity of the idea finally overwhelmed all other distractions from your mind. “How can we leave, we’re the guests of honor?”

“Please, nobody cares. They’re all busy trying to climb the social ladder anyway. Besides, we’ve got this great hiding spot.”

You stifled a laugh. “Yeah, squeezing between a window and some drapes is what I call ideal.”

“Hey, it’s got, like, enough room for us!”

That was a bit of hyperbole on Haechan’s part. You both barely fit in the narrow space, and you thanked the stars you hadn’t worn a larger hoop skirt tonight. Suddenly you were back to evading making eye contact again. A hush fell over you as you thought about how incorrect his statement just was, and you both grew acutely aware of how you couldn’t position yourselves in any way that would allow you to put some distance between your bodies. You cursed yourself for not postponing your life-shattering revelation about the man before you until after this little endeavor. Haechan’s mind raced as he saw the red on your skin remain even in the dim light.

You could only avoid each other’s gazes for so long.

He locked eyes with you, and you envisioned pieces moving across a board, your king running out of ways to escape its fate. There was only one end, and you were starting to love the idea of surrendering. You whispered harshly in the sarcastic way that felt comfortable to you, still too prideful to admit your defeat.

“So are you going to kiss me, or am I going to kiss you?”

Haechan answered by pressing a palm to the back of your neck and pulling you towards him perhaps too eagerly. A second later, you’d both pulled away, frantically looking around to see if anyone was peering in on you both. You relaxed when you confirmed no one has discovered you.

“This isn’t... a good time, Haechan.”

“I could not agree more. Way too risky.”

Neither of you waited a moment more to lunge towards each other again. His lips found yours roughly, his breath already ragged with overworked patience. You grabbed his lapels, no less desperate for this moment, your lipstick smearing onto him. Your fists crushed his boutonniere, and his fingers wove into your hair and ruined the curls. There was no party beyond the curtain. You and him were alone, both desperate to memorize the taste of each other, and nothing else mattered but that. His lips parted, and yours followed suit. His tongue just brushed your lower lip, and you felt a thrill run down your spine. Your arms wrapped around his neck unconsciously, trying to get closer to him than was possible, but nothing could stop you from trying. You caught his lip between your teeth, your instincts running wild, and you wondered how either of you had endured up until this point. Now that you’d gotten a taste of each other, it seemed almost impossible not to get addicted. He gripped your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist and not letting go. It slid down to grab your thigh and wrap it around him, your dress’s layers barely inhibiting him. Every inch of you was so aware of where it made contact with him, and you hungered for more. All facades were shed. You were both just heat and teeth and desire, without a shred of nobility between the two of you. You’d never experienced anything so perfect.

The two of you finally parted, your lips wet and the rest of you looking disastrous. He pressed his lips to your cheek, getting your own lipstick on your face, and you pulled his palm up to kiss it over and over again. Too breathless to continue and too worked up to just stop, you let the clock tick by as you left soft kisses all over each other.

“What are we going to do?” You whispered, half concerned but half amused. Between sentences, you still found places on his face yet unkissed, and remedied them. “We can’t go back out looking like this.”

“What are you talking about? I look great.” You were both too elated to remember you should be worried about your predicament, but he did seem genuinely proud of the pink smears adorning his face and neck, the teeth marks framing his lips, the fierce creases in his lapels. He brushed his fingers on your cheekbones, and looked even prouder of the mess he’d made of you. It felt like a dream to be touching you like this. Even more unreal to know that he was the cause of your disheveled hair and your chapped lips. He may or may not have imagined a moment like this before, late at night when he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, but it was buried in the back of his mind and nowhere near as euphoric as this reality.

“No, but seriously, we can’t go out like this.”

“No yeah, for sure, you’re absolutely right.”

You managed to escape thanks to the tight-lipped attendant who’d led you to a curtain concealing a prince in the first place, but found yourselves rather tight-lipped too. Once you’d both washed off the lipstick and the teeth marks faded, you didn’t know how to face each other. You just crawled into bed and discreetly squirmed as you thought about all that had happened. What was more embarrassing, that you realized you might, maybe, possibly, have feelings for each other, or that the other person might know about them? It was already late when you turned out the lights, but you both stayed up longer, plagued by worries.

They must be so smug since I was all over them, I’m such an idiot.

God, I can’t believe how intense that was. What if they hated it? What if I was bad at it?

Did they only kiss me ‘cause of how much I was kissing them?

Are we like… friends? They probably don’t hate me, so…

That was really unbelievable.

I think I might really… feel something for them.

I hope they feel the way I do.

The hurricanes of concerns led to a restless night, and a mortifyingly awkward day afterward. You couldn’t even look at each other, let alone speak. Even the servants seemed to notice the tension, and you could hear them giggling when they’d disappear into the corridors. You tried to tell yourself that that was great, that it really sold your act as a couple of lovebirds, but that just embarrassed you all the more. Your fiancé was just as tormented, the blush that was sparking gossip reaching all the way to the tips of his ears.

Eventually, someone had to break the silence. If not with words, then with the slamming of a chess board down on the usual table. And that’s exactly what you did, not that who slept in the bed was something that still concerned either of you. No, now it was just routine, something you enjoyed and shared with each other, and something you were going to use to discuss your current feelings.

“C-come play, little prince.”

Even the nickname didn’t manage to get him to flare up. He walked over, still with the air of importance that was second nature to him, but his pounding heart almost echoed against his ribs. You set up your black pieces and he took the white. He moved a pawn towards you.

“So…”

“Yeah.” You slid a piece across the board. He nodded, his cheeks burning. You both knew what you had to say and what the other person was going to say, but that only made it all the more difficult to verbalize.

“I guess I don’t hate you. As much as I used to.” You said hurriedly, your voice forcibly steadied.

“Oh, what an honor.” Haechan’s snarky response was accompanied by a trembling hand moving a rook. He yelled at himself internally, and attempted to be as honest as he could. “I… suppose you’re not unbearable.” The biting words didn’t sting, nor did they flow the way they once did. It saddened both players, even though it had only been a day since you both had been without the banter of your best friend. Slowly, you started to regret the night before, the ecstatic memories being clouded with the fear that you might lose the most important person to you because of it.

“I-”

“Oh, sorry, you start-”

“No, you-”

“No-”

“Okay, fine!” You huffed, accepting the initiative. You pushed your rook straight forward. “I… have always hated the idea of getting married. Everything about it- the formalities, the responsibilities, the princes, ugh. Awful.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I’m not done, okay!” Pieces shuffled around the board as you tried to organize your thoughts. “If I… had to marry someone…” Your sentence trailed off, and Haechan leaned forward, ears itching to hear the conclusion. You stared at the board, and he steeled himself. It would’ve been a blow to his persistent pride if he just waited for you to say everything.

“I’m…” What did he need to say first? His mind blanked, and he just let the words fall from his lips. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened, but remained fixed on the game. “For what?”

“For not listening to you. The first day we met. I didn’t… treat you the way I should’ve. I’m sorry for that. But I’m… also glad it happened. If I’d acted differently then maybe you wouldn’t be in front of me. That would be, uh, not ideal. But I’m sorry.”

“Um. Thanks. I’m glad it happened too. Otherwise we might still be pretending to be well-mannered in front of each other.” Haechan snickered, and you did too. You could feel your shoulders relaxing, and he could feel himself growing bolder. He moved his queen across the board, closing in on his target.

“Man, where would I be without my unladylike, insufferable fiancé?”

“Probably whining like a child to some other pitiful creature who deserves better.”

The clouds in your minds began to clear as you exchanged snarky remarks. It felt right- pretty words didn’t like to be forced from your lips. He smiled. You looked up, your line of sight lingering on the lips you knew well before finding his eyes. You left your king unguarded, ready for it to be captured.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind marrying you, little prince.”

“Do it then.”

You swept the unfinished game off the board, feeling like you’d won, and he met you in the middle. He kissed you, barely more composed than the night before, but you had no problem with that. The two of you smiled against each other’s lips, incredulous that somehow you had found someone to love, something you used to believe was impossible. Little bursts of laughter interrupted the kiss as giddiness took over.

“Didn’t I say something like I’d burn down this castle before I wed you?”

“Just let the wedding planner know,” Haechan sighed with joy as he gave in to the temptation of your lips again.

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Asmodeus Comforting A Chubby Partner

Request: i was wondering if you could do hc's maybe for an insecure/chubby!reader x asmo? (both n/sfw are fine. whatever you're more comfy with) he's my favourite/comfort character but he very clearly loves beautiful things... as someone who isn't "traditionally/stereotypically beautiful" it makes me feel very insecure that he probably wouldn't be attracted to me. cellulite, stretch marks and scars riddle my body from years of extreme weight loss and gain from various eating disorders and harmful, unhealthy coping mechanisms. it's a lot of projection but ig i'm just worried he'd see like my loose tummy skin and be repulsed by it or the stretch marks on not just the "typical" places like thighs, stomach, bum, etc. etc. but places like my arms, shoulders and sides too.

Warnings: eating disorders + scaring briefly mentioned, allusion to self harm

A/N: Don’t ever worry about what I write for!! I’m willing to write a lot (also babes, i obvs don’t know you but please believe that you’re gorgeous, beauty standards fuck us all over and i need you to understand that your marks are all kisses from your body and marks to kiss. I’m sure you’re lovely and i hope you find love within yourself xoxo)

Absorbed with his beauty in the first few weeks that you’ve stayed with at the House of Lamentation, Asmodeus hadn’t noticed your lack of self-love. It’s only until later that he can see your forlorn glances at a mirror, the way you try to hide yourself under baggy clothing or long sleeved shirts. Of course, it’s a bit chilly in Devildom, but it doesn’t sit right with him. He brings you to his room that smells like lilies and strawberries, letting you sit down beside him as he grabs your hand, painting it a matching set as himself. With you in hand, he’ll ask you about yourself, slowly prying into your view about yourself. A deep frown will tug against the corners of his mouth and he’ll furrow his brows. He’s been aware of beauty standards in the Human Realm but he had never thought it was so dire to affect your own perception of yourself.

As the love and relationship between the both of you progresses, he’s focused on trying to make you feel better about yourself but in doing so he has to open some wounds. He knows that it hurts, and he’s pained to see you cry, looking nervously at you and fiddling with the ends of his hair but he means well. He tries to understand you, to feel a deeper connection with you and he’ll hold you as you cry onto his shirt. Once you’re done, he’ll let you calm down for a few minutes, offer you some water and dry your eyes, his fingertips grazing against your skin ever so slightly. With every word that you spewed with hate, he’ll counter it with adoration. He’ll hold your hands and comment about how they fit into his perfectly, the soft plush cheeks that you have, your lips that taste of sweet nectar and the marks against your skin that are perfect kissing spots.

He adores your cellulite. You may not think much of it and see it as a hindrance but to him, it reminds him just how soft you are. While demons and the alike are fun and he enjoys the time that he has spent with them he adores you. You’re a human, you’re soft and always changing. He likes to see your body, the way that it has changed, the pale lines marking over your skin like lightning bolts against the night sky. You’ll often find him tracing over it, his fingers walking over your skin and letting the stretch marks take him where they need to be. The stretch marks that lace over your stomach, the ones that pull and wrinkle your skin are something that he enjoys to look at. The groves trace under his fingertips and he’s reminded that you’re human, that you trust him with your plump body despite the mannerisms that he shows at times. Your worth is not put onto your body, it’s put against who you are and he loves everything sweet about you.

The Avatar of Lust is many things and loves many things, and one of those happens to be you. His charm doesn’t work on you and while it was a disappointment at first, it was also a grace hidden by it. You grew to care for him, for him. You loved the sweet nature of him that is hidden by childish jealousy, you adore the way that he tries not to cry at movies, less it ruins his makeup. You adore the small things about him. He fell for your beauty and soon fell for you. He loves beautiful things and his past partners might share a similar type but it doesn’t dictate his only standard of beauty. Beauty comes late at night when the moon is bright, beauty comes at seeing a lover wrapped in a silky bathrobe that’s matched with the other. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and he beholds many things that are beautiful. He seeks you out because you care for him in a way that he hasn’t realized he wanted- you hold his hand and you seek him out for pure enjoyment rather than lustful reasons.

His lips will trace against your body, his hands held tight in yours and he reminds you in all the ways that matter that he loves your body. You’re human, you change and that’s all right by him. Your loose skin is soft, plush and squishing under his slender fingers. If you allow him to, he’ll kiss your skin, let his pink lips pepper against your burning body and he can feel his sin tug at him. He wants to care for your body, to let you feel the pleasure that roams throughout him. His hand will curve over your tummy, his lips close to yours as he tells how delightful you look under him.

Perhaps it's because a few of his past lovers have looked a certain way, but he truly does love your scars. He likes to see your scars of tales from the time before. He might not know how you got them, but from the way you become nervous, he can only guess. He sees your scars as growth, you are in a different place, you are healing both physically and mentally. The scars are from someone long ago, from some cruel and uncaring, and now he’ll kiss them with a cheeky smile, merely telling you that he enjoys kissing your skin. In a desperate attempt to change the subject, he’ll pull you to another part of the house, commenting how he needs help with a class.

While he does love your body, your own happiness comes before his own pleasure. He wants to know that you truly do love yourself and if you don’t, he’ll pout but your happiness means much more. If you really do feel so bad about your scars, he’s willing to go and buy whatever cream is necessary to help aid in fading your marks. He’ll rub the cool cream against your belly, his smile melancholic as he tells you a story. He isn’t fond of changing you, but if it makes you happy and helps erase the scars that you try so desperately to hide, then who is he to complain about your body? He will remind you throughout the process that he does love your body, that whatever you do, is for your happiness because no matter what, he’ll be happy with you.

When he learns of your rather unhealthy coping mechanisms, he heart aches. He becomes rather dependent during this time, wanting to stay close to you for fear of hurting yourself in some type of way. He trusts in you but knowing that you would have harmed yourself makes him rather jittery. He’ll use the title that he has to find someone to talk to because while he would love nothing more than to listen to you, he is not qualified to be the one giving you advice. He’ll still spend hours scouring the internet looking for a way to help you- different medians, alternative ways to feel the sort of satisfaction that you might derive from it and anything else he can understand and see it fitting for you.

He rather have you do things in a healthy way that won’t ruin your body and mind. If you are keen to lose weight, you’re going to do it carefully. As the relationship unfurls into a blossoming flower, he becomes bolder in his actions. He won’t assume what you want to look like, but he wants to help so he’ll find a plan perfect for you and work alongside you. He loves beautiful things and he finds you to be beautiful and if you want to alter a few things about yourself, he’ll support you. Whatever disorders you had in the past, he knows how to care for them and you, he’ll make sure you eat well and treat yourself. You’re his and he isn’t going to let human standards take you away from him. Body image is something that he tries to keep perfect as much as he can and the clothes that you wear are an important factor in how you feel. He’ll change your wardrobe- steadily, of course- and allow you to feel better with what you wear. The clothes will be there to help frame your body in a more flattering way than anything baggy could ever, and he’ll have you model for him, taking pictures and uploading them to Devilgram just to show off how cute you look.

Asmodeus is the Avatar of Lust. He’s the narcissistic fifth born who loves himself and everything beautiful second to only himself. He values how he looks and takes great care of his body. He can be catty and whip out insults in less than a second. But, he is a caring lover, someone soft and sweet, attentive to the needs of his lover. Human beauty standards are something that he understands but he is a demon. He is monstrous and ugly, blood pouring from his hands and forever fretting over how he looks. You, however, are none of those things. You are soft, caring and sweet. You care for him, not the lustful part of him, but for the demon that he is. He’s sorry that he let you believe that he wouldn’t love you, that your marks are blemishes that stain your beauty, but you have to understand that they aren’t. He'd never reject your body, he’d hold you close and let his hands soothe over the parts you dislike while he tells you how gorgeous you are, muttering his praise until your heart beats against your chest and he’s giggling at your reactions. Until you’re gone, he’ll lay in his bed, arms spread wide that his fingertips can barely reach the edge of the bed and he’ll smile to himself, his heart fluttering and chest feeling light, knowing that he made you smile.

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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Celeste x reader x Kirigiri SFW & NSFW head-canons

request; celeste x reader x kirigiri? :o

warnings; fluff, i really don’t think there’s any explicit warnings in the sfw part, nsfw section: handcuffs, edging, i didn’t put any explicit descriptions of sex nor scenarios, degrading names, gn!reader, vanilla, mention of vampire roleplay, biting, unedited.

note; sorry i took so long!! I had to study their wiki pages and shit to remember their characters, its been some time since I’ve played THH. anyway, thank you for requesting. also sorry if this was a bit lazy, i feel like i didn’t do this one as well as the others, i’m really sorry.

≈SFW≈

◊ Okay, I feel like Celestia would be the one to spoil the both of you rotten. She’s always buying all three of you matching clothes so you could go out together looking ✨fly✨

◊ If you or Kyoko ever tried denying her outfits, she’d be a bit flustered and upset though she wouldn’t show it. Buuut eventually, you both cave in because you can notice the difference in her attitude, however slight it may be.

◊ “S/o, Kyoko, my darlings. I may have gotten carried away, but I think you both would look wondrous in these- Oh. You don’t… want them? I see. *sad face* Alright then, I guess I’ll just… I..” Yuuuup, you broke her. Congratulations, you jerk.

◊ Whatever gender you may be, it doesn’t matter, she will buy you a huge fluffy dress (But if you’re not comfortable with it, she’d totally be willing to get you something else).

◊ Celestia calls you both her darlings. She’s always saying hers, or mine in front of your names and/or pet names.

◊ Kyoko isn’t big on pet names, whether she’s on the receiving end or serving; though she doesn’t mind it when either of you calls her one. Just nothing too ridiculous, she’ll flush an adorable shade of red but scold you for it later. She prefers just calling you both by name.

◊ The caring one of the relationship would either have to be you or Celestia. Kyoko doesn’t take care of herself too well, as she’s very passionate about her job; so passionate to the point where she forgets that she’s human and that her very human body needs food and sleep.

◊ Celestia takes care of herself extremely well, I imagine she has a very strict skin routine and diet. But since she’s also passionate about her job, I imagine there would be times where a round of gambling goes extremely long or tie, but she’d be very adamant on winning so she’d go a little over the top and stay there for days, weeks if she had to.

◊ That being said, they are both very passionate about their jobs so I feel that they are unfortunately prone to neglecting you at times. But don’t worry! They always make it up to you 10x more, and it’s always worth it.

◊ Kyoko would probably make it up to you both by trying to be a bit more affectionate with you. She is well aware that she isn’t always affectionate, so she thinks if she gives you guys a bit more affection, you’ll forgive her? ...Please?

◊ Bbgirl is trying-

◊ Most likely though, she’d talk to you first. A formal apology and everything, if you’re lucky, she’ll buy you a stuffed animal or flowers as she apologizes.

◊ Since Celestia is just, a very fancy and aesthetic person, I feel like all dates with her would reflect that same fancy aesthetic. She goes out of her way to set up a fancy table at a reserved place where none of you can be disturbed. Expensive teas, china, scones, sweets, those little stands with the layers of pastries; she has it all ready for you two.

◊ You’d all be sitting on cute chairs sipping tea in cute cups, butlers at your every need, it’s a really cute almost dream-like date. Kyoko would talk about her cases(leaving out things that are confidential of course,) you’d talk about everything and anything, and Celestia would just quietly listen to you both talk, a small smile adorning her face. She loves taking care of the both of you, the reason why she has dates like these are for,

She wants to spend time with her darlings because she misses them.

She wants you both to relax and destress, she hates the idea of either of you overworking or forgetting to take care of yourself.

◊ Though if you’re not into that, the closest thing that isn’t fancy or organized(though it would take some time for her to practice not being organized) would be a picnic date. With a very very wide blanket. That’s thick. And lots of bug spray.

◊ Dates with Kyoko would probably be short coffee breaks, she doesn’t have a lot of time sadly, so halfway through the date, she finishes her coffee and leaves early, leaving you and Celestia to spend the rest of the time together.

◊ Dates with her would mostly just be when all three of you go to bed, talking about each other’s days or just talking about stuff that has zero meaning as you all fall asleep.

◊ It kind of makes her a bit upset when you and Celestia have an inside joke or seem a bit closer; as much as she loves seeing you both happy with each other, she can’t help but want to be in on it too. She feels a bit guilty for being so busy with her job.

◊ So when she does feel a bit left out, I think a way to make her feel more included would be small little ‘I love you’ texts while she’s working or even better, surprising her by picking her up on her lunch date to get a quick lunch.

◊ I think something domestic Kyoko enjoys a lot, is when either of you cooks a bento for her. You can really cook something terrible for her, or even ugly, she doesn’t care; she loves it so much. It’s the thought that you would cook for her that gets her. When she comes back home, the first thing she will do is thank you and hug you real tight. It’s one of the more rare moments where she actually displays feelings of love and gratitude.

◊ Despite getting judgemental looks from Byakuya and aw’s from Hina, in the end, Kyoko doesn’t care one bit. She will eat and enjoy the food in its entirety, she doesn’t care if it affects her reputation as a cold person, she just wants to eat the food.

◊ Though she is unfazed by practically everything, she gets a bit taken aback that you cooked food for her, the shock is evident on her face when you hand it to her before she goes, or drop it off at lunch hour. I don’t think she ever had anyone cook meals for her, or at least, doesn’t remember it; so she’s always pretty shocked when you do. She feels her heart palpitate a little louder and maybe smiles a little smile when you’re not looking. She appreciates it a lot.

◊ Though Celestia doesn’t cook, I think you’d have to be the one to cook for Kirigiri. Celestia enjoys gyoza a whole lot, so if you were ever to cook gyoza for her… well, she’d probably be brutally honest about what she thinks about it. Though she’d give you constructive criticism, and eventually you’d get it right through trial and error and Celestia’s taste buds.

◊ Celestia isn’t big on public areas for dates, like movie theatres, for example. If you ever wanted to watch a movie, she’d probably rent an entire movie theatre for just you three to chill in. As you can see, she’s not too big on being with large groups of people, or just anywhere that isn’t exactly ‘clean’.

◊ I don’t think either of them would be one for PDA either. Other than mild flirting from Celestia, you all don’t do PDA at all. But there’s this intimate vibe that you all seem to share that has people assume you’re all on a date together. It’s like this bubble, it’s quite peculiar.

◊ Celestia would never lose her cool because of you both, only for you both. But even so, she avoids losing it in front of your eyes. If she ever had to fight someone for you or intimidate them, she would probably ask you to go occupy yourselves with something else so she could go off without hesitating.

◊ Though if she was ever about to lose it and either of you notices it, a simple hold of her hand calms her down immediately. Her rage wordlessly disappears. She’ll even give you guys a small little forehead kiss in thanks.

◊ Kyoko’s an ‘it’s the thought that counts’ kind of person. So whenever you or Celestia spoil her with expensive gifts, she’ll enjoy it but she’s a bit concerned about how you’re spending so much money on her. She honestly prefers handmade gifts; whether they’re crafty or a bit imperfect, she cherishes them more than you know.

≈NSFW≈

◊ Oh boy. *cracks knuckles* here we go.

◊ Kyoko hides her moans and expressions, she was raised not to show any unsightly emotions and so, that(sadly) comes into play in bed.

◊ Oh but Celestia teases her until she does, to get that satisfying plead out of Kyoko Kirigiri of all people, it drives her near mad in love.

◊ Kyoko is definitely vanilla, and would probably want to stay vanilla. There aren’t many things she’s into, as a result of not knowing any kinks. I don’t think she’d be too willing to try any kinks either. Unless you explain it to her, then maybe. Just maybe.

◊ Kyoko is a soft dom- HAH just kidding! The moment you admit just a little bit of top energy on her, she submits easily. Not in the typical way you’d think, but she’d let you do all the work, you’d have to guide her. I don’t think she has any sexual experience, so she’d have sex relying on you both(for once).

◊ That’s where Celestia comes into play. I don’t know if this is canon or you know, but I head-canon that she has a surprising amount of sexual knowledge and kinks.

◊ Kyoko isn’t the biggest fan of you and Celestia having intercourse without her, as I mentioned earlier, she does get a little left out, so knowing that you left her out of something as intimate as sex gets her mad for a couple of days. Even holds a small grudge.

◊ But it wouldn’t last long, you both would eventually make it up to her since she doesn’t exactly enjoy discussing her feelings, you would have to be the one to speak up first.

◊ Celeste would definitely ask you both if you were ever interested in trying out role-play with her, specifically; vampire role-play.

◊ Speaking of vampires, she really enjoys it when you lightly bite her. Not enough to leave a mark, if you leave marks on her she’ll get mad. Though she enjoys leaving marks on you both, she enjoys those short moments where someone stares at you guys’ hickeys and she just,, gives them a knowing, intense glare.

◊ Celestia isn’t big on degrading you both unless it’s something like, “My good little mutt.” Degrading names, sure. But not full-on degrading. She lies all the time but lying about this doesn’t sit right with her, she doesn’t want to hurt you both in any way.

◊ Celestia enjoys being praised, it definitely gets her to spare you an orgasm if she’s edging you. You really have to praise her about everything about her for her to actually let you get off; although Kyoko is known to be silent, Celestia somehow gets her to plead for her. As a result of teasing lies like, “If you don’t obey, you won’t get to get off darling.”

◊ Celestia dominates both of you, simultaneously. Kyoko doesn’t have enough confidence in her ability to please you both to top, and unless you are somehow able to overpower her, she’s always going to be the one who orders you to do things.

◊ I can totally imagine Kyoko littering millions of butterfly kisses on both your bodies, but they’re so soft and cute you both start to giggle a bit. “Why are you laughing? Is it bad?” She looks genuinely confused and a little sad- and then that both shocks you into showering her with reassurances, any leftover lick of laughter completely vanished.

◊ Celestia is a huge tease- like, just, the biggest tease. She’ll hover her lips over yours, blow at where you need it most, foreplay lasts longer than you would want it to, but in all honesty, it definitely makes the first stroke of pleasure well worth it. All that anticipation, build-up, is all worth it as she finally gives you what you want.

◊ Kyoko is more intimate, every moment with her is just, so full of love it gives you whiplash from Celestia’s little fun. She always has a hand on your back. It’s such a soft and fleeting touch, you both sometimes wonder if it’s even there.

◊ Something I could imagine happening is Celestia just- pulling out soft hand-cuffs from nowhere as a surprise for the two of you, asking you to tie her up. Seeing as how Kyoko is usually around handcuffs often from her detective work, she’s a little confused as to why people would get turned on from that or even introduce that to the bedroom. It’s the last thing she’d expect. She’s a bit nervous to use them(receiving and serving), and doesn’t see the purpose, but when she caves in and says yes anyway, she finds she actually likes them?

◊ She wouldn’t admit it though. And it definitely ruins her image of handcuffs; any time she sees a perp in handcuffs, she can just see the pleased looks on your and Celestia’s faces.

◊ Celestia would look down at you with this red gaze that leaves the two of you utterly speechless and aroused, even as she’s bottoming, her piercing gaze reminds you who’s in charge.

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years ago

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Hi can I ask for B, C and N from the SFW Alphabet Edition for Kaeya and Diluc(Genshin Impact)? I really love your writing!❤️❤️👌🏻👌🏻👀

Characters(s): Kaeya Alberich and Diluc Ragnvindr

Notes: Aww. Thank u bery much 🥰🥰 I actually don’t like how I write HAHAHA I feel like there’s much more better writers than me, so why am I wasting my time writing this nonsense? Hope you’ll like this!

Warnings: none

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Kaeya Alberich

B= Bestie (Do they act like best friends while dating? How comfortable are they with you?)

♡Yeah, a little bit. He’s still himself afterall, flirty, coy, and mysterious. In Kaeya’s dictionary, the term “best friend” means “worst enemy”. So he might not consider you as his best friend, only his lover that he wants to be with forever.

♡Of course Kaeya’s comfortable with you. Do you know how hard it is for Kaeya to trust someone? Many still wonders to this day how on earth did you manage to let Kaeya befriend you and date you. He’s not really willing to share his secrets with you, since he still likes to keep it a secret. Hope you don’t mind it.

♡If there comes a time where Kaeya revealed a secret to you, please don’t share it with anyone else 🥺 The reason why he told you is because he trusts you alot. Don’t break that trust (or else Kaeya wouldn’t trust you again..)

C= Cuddles (How often do they cuddle? How are they when they cuddle? What cuddle position do they like best? Are they the Big Spoon or Little Spoon?)

♡Kaeya likes cuddles. He likes pulling you and just hold you in his arms as he takes in your scent. He’ll most likely to drift off into sleep while cuddling. He loves cuddles especially after a hard day of venturing out, duties as Cavarly Captain and other stuff. He just wants to sink in your arms and stay there.

♡Cuddles are not that often, but its still considered a normal thing for both of you. He just wants to be in your presence after being gone for atleast a few hours (or days or months).

♡Unlike what most people believe, Kaeya isn’t really talkative while cuddling. Around this time, especially after a hard day, he remains silent as he bask in your presence. This is the only time you’ll ever get to see Kaeya so.. soft. Like previously stated, Kaeya most likely would doze off while holding you. Also Kaeya doesn’t tease while cuddling, he just wants to enjoy this moment with you.

♡Like most people expect, he’s hella cold. How is his temperature so cold?! (He’s a fucking ice-user of course). Since Kaeya is aware of how cool his skin is, he likes trailing his hands behind your back or your arm, which makes you shiver.

♡Kaeya isn’t that picky in cuddle position. His only condition is as long as he can hug you. Kaeya’s the big spoon, no doubt about it. But if he has a bad day or tired day, he will become a little spoon as he nuzzle his face into your neck (hopefully you’re not ticklish there 😢).

N= Nicknames (What do they call you? Do they call you these in public as well? How often do they call you in nicknames?)

♡Kaeya would generally call you, “babe”, “love”, “flower”, and all those cringy nicknames. Most of them are for teasing you though. Now, what does he call you if he’s in a loving mood? Simple, your name or given nickname :) It might not look like much for a outsider (No, not Aether or Lumine) but to those close to him (COUGH Diluc COUGH) can clearly see how his eyes shone with affection when Kaeya calls out your given name. Kaeya doesn’t know the reason why he loves your name, he just does.

♡Yeah, even those love-sickening nicknames. He calls you in those nicknames quite often, I assure you. Everyone, including Jean & Diluc (unfortunately), already knows atleast 50 different nicknames that Kaeya gave to you. Some may gag, some may swoon, some may glare. It doesn’t matter. Kaeya doesn’t really care about other people. He just wants to see your face burst in red in embarrassment (a forever amusement of his...)

♡It’s not often that he calls you by your given name, but when he does. He just wants to let you know he loves you. He might be all talk and talk, but when declaring his love for you, it ain’t that simple. So you two have a unspoken rule that whenever Kaeya calls you by your name, it means he’s telling you those 3 words.

♡”[Y/N]..—“ “I love you too, Kaeya.”

Diluc Ragnvindr

B= Bestie (Do they act like best friends while dating? How comfortable are they with you?)

♡Diluc is closed off, he never lets anyone near his heart. I don’t think he has that many friends, but if he has, it’s only limited. For him to see you as a partner and friend, well, that’s a bit hard for him. Since in his view, treating your s/o is different with how you treat your friends. But nevertheless, Diluc is happy to lend a shoulder if you need one.

♡For him to enter a relationship to you is already quite surprising in itself. He won’t be comfortable right away, heck, he might be awkward and embarrassed all of the time. But over the time you two spend together, Diluc would eventually be comfortable with you.

♡Unlike his adopted brother, Diluc is willing to share his past with his s/o if they ask for it. If they don’t ask, then Diluc wouldn’t mention it. Afterall, why stay in the past when you have something right here in the future?

C= Cuddles (How often do they cuddle? How are they when they cuddle? What cuddle position do they like best? Are they the Big Spoon or Little Spoon?)

♡Diluc is always busy, being the head of the Wine Manor, running the tavern, being a vigilante in the night, yep, busy alright. But surprise surprise, cuddles are quite frequent. Especially after a busy day, all he wants is to bask in your embrace.

♡Cuddling with Diluc usually results in him passing out from exhaustion. But if its a normal day, he still remain quiet as he cuddles with you. He’s not much of a talker, even with you. It’s either you talk or stay quiet as well.

♡Like Kaeya, Diluc’s body temperature is based on his Vision. So his body temperature is higher than the usual body heat. After a cold chilly day, you dubbed him as your personal heater (much to his amusement and embarrassment). He likes running his fingers through your hair and playing with strands of it.

♡His favorite so far is when you sit on his lap and hug him. It might be embarrassing for him but he loves it. The first time you did this, he was so flustered and embarrassed (much to the maid’s amusement). Another favorite of his is when you two are laying on bed while holding each other. He loves placing his head on your head and smelling it (not in a disgusting way, mind you 😒). He loves your scent very much and has a calming effect on him. These are only his favorites, though he doesn’t mind any cuddle position.

♡Diluc’s definitely the big spoon, no questions asked. He just likes the feeling like he’s protecting you as you two cuddle. It makes him feel safe and calm, knowing he can protect you immediately if danger comes.

N= Nicknames (What do they call you? Do they call you these in public as well? How often do they call you in nicknames?)

♡Diluc isn’t too fond of nicknames, preferring to call you by name or a short-cut of your name. But there is a few nicknames he can call you, like “love”, “darling” and “goddess”. He calls you these by accidents actually, which promptly results into a red Diluc. After that, he calls you these absentmindedly. Like, “love, can you get that for me?”, “darling, that’s enough drink for tonight.” and “you need to watch your steps, goddess.” (These are all accidents since he’ll never call you these normally).

♡He may or may not have called you the nicknames above, once or several times. Even if he doesn’t realize it, everyone is bound to hear what he said. Everyone was patting him by the back and congratulating him (much to his confusion and, later, embarrassment). Donna can also be found crying in the corner 😢

♡Accidentally. So quite often actually since it’s like a instinct for him to call you these. He always scolds himself for calling you that. It’s either you step in or watch this poor man suffer (please choose the latter, he might die from constant embarrassment).

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