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// The Alphabet of Sylus
"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine."
// summary: my attempt at the lewd Alphabet A-to-Z of Sylus.
// content warnings: 18+ (mdni), the whole thing is lewd, says so on the tin.
// a/n: goes without saying, but these are just my personal headcanons around Sylus. yours may be different and that's A-OK.
likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated!
A // Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Sylus knows he can lose himself a little during sex and get a bit rough, which can hurt because he's so big. Because of this, his aftercare is immaculate - it's so important to him to make it up to you afterwards. He will wait as long as you both can stand it to pull out of you, because sleeping inside you is his favorite place to be in the whole universe. He'll get up and draw you a steaming hot bath scented with fragrant oils and then come back to carry you bride-style and lower you into the tub himself. He'll slide in behind you and snuggle your back against his chest, soaping you down and kissing any marks he left on your throat.
B // Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner): Sylus' favorite body part isn't really a body part per se, it's his voice. He loves the effect his voice has on you, how the tiniest little thing whispered can set your pulse quickening and your cheeks flushed red. His favorite body part of yours is your wrists...he loves the delicate strength to them, the way they flex when your fists are wrapped around the butt of a gun, but he cannot get over how easily they melt under his palms when he traps your hands over your head.
C // Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Lucky for you because he's so well-endowed, Sylus is an oozer. He leaks a lot of precum and it's very pale, almost translucent. When he cums, it's somehow always so hot that it feels like it's searing your body, branding him onto you and leaving a deeper mark each time. He tastes slightly sweet with a slight edge of muskiness to him.
D // Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He knows the intimate details of your shared lifetime together; your past experiences, and while in this timeline you surprise him a lot, what never changes is the way your body reacts to his when you're alone together in the dark...
E // Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): Sylus has had dalliances before, but they were people attempting to sleep their way into his good graces for his influence and power. You're the first time he's had a relationship that is more than just physical, where he actually cares about you emotionally. Due to the nature of his previous relationships, he can tend to be a selfish lover and be a greedy with his affections.
F // Favorite position (this goes without saying): Sylus loves you in a mating press, your knees up over his elbows or his shoulders, getting as deep inside you as he possibly can, right up close nose to nose with you staring into your eyes as he bottoms out inside you.
G // Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): Sylus mocks you all the time, but never in the moment. When you're being intimate with him, trusting him with your body and your pleasure he takes it incredibly seriously. He treats you like his matriarch, his other half, and he wouldn't dream of doing anything to ruin those moments with you - he banks them away in his memory for when his work needs to keep him separated from you.
H // Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): Sylus is impeccably groomed and wears a cologne with notes of cedarwood, pomegranate, tangerine and a slight hint of musk. It's a dominant, masculine smell with just the slightest smoky sweetness to it and it reminds you of his kisses after he's been drinking gin fizzes and smoking cigars. He waxes, preferring to just rid his body of hair quickly and be done with it and to be honest, he kind of enjoys the momentary sting of the wax strip.
I // Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): It depends on if you're just having sex to satisfy a need, or if he's seducing you to satisfy his longing for you. If it's sex for need, he's dominant, confident, strong; he'll wrap his strong hands around your throat while he pounds you down into the bedsheets and love every second of your screaming his name. If he's having a moment of weakness and is lost in his memories of you and longing for his beloved? There's no one more gentle, he'll caress your cheek, peck kisses across your eyelids, cradle his arms around you like a cocoon until you feel like the two of you are the only things that exist.
J // Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Being somewhat long-distance with you, Sylus will masturbate with you, whether you know he's joining you or not...If you're home alone, playing with yourself in the dark and Mephisto reports back? Sylus will tune in through his cameras and watch you, trying to time it so that he cums with you. He's also open to phone sex with you when you engage and if you send him teasing pictures of yourself fresh out of the shower or lying around naked in bed pouting that you miss him, he'll send you back videos of him rubbing himself hard through his pants. He's shameless about his desire for you.
K // Kink (one or more of their kinks): Sylus loves to cum inside you, it's all he wants to do, he hates wearing condoms (though he'll never argue if you insist), and he loves mirror sex, whether it's sitting behind you with his legs locked around yours to keep your thighs spread, forcing you to watch as he pleasures you or just catching his own reflection and the way his hips clench when he's getting close to release, he loves it...it's probably an offshoot of his voyeurism from his time spent watching you through Mephisto's eyes, but he's addicted.
L // Location (favorite places to do the do): Sylus will take you any where, any time that you'll have him. He'd bend you over Jenna's desk in Unicorns HQ if you asked him to, but it has to be on your terms.
M // Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Sylus gets incredibly turned on by your trust and submission to him, any time you're in a situation where you're putting yourself in his hands, he is fighting the urge to run with that consent and go wild exploring every inch of your body and marking it as his. Every time he's intimate with you, he's re-branding you, re-claiming you as his.
N // No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sylus would do just about anything you asked him to sexually if you were genuine with your request, he's very emotionally mature and honest with you so if you came to him with a request to try something, he'd do it for you, but he draws the line at sharing you. No threesomes, no cucking, you are his and his alone.
O // Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Sylus loves to eat your pussy, but he can be very intense and when he loses control it can be overstimulating and too much; it rare that he'd only eat you out, he's normally always got his fingers inside you at the same time, trying to stretch you and prepare you for his size. He's too big for you to suck properly, but he's fine with you jacking him off while you lick and suck on the tip because he's incredibly sensitive.
P // Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): The pace Sylus takes with you depends on the situation and the mood that you're both in; if you're both just horny and filling a need he'll be fast and rough with you, but if he's really in his feelings making love to you he'll be very slow and tender with you. Because he knows he can lose control he's very careful to let you set the pace, but he can't help but have a little smug satisfaction if you need his help to make it to the bathroom afterwards because your legs are too shaky.
Q // Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): They're not his choice, because Sylus likes to stay inside you until he's ready for another round and pick up right where he left off on pleasuring you, but if you beg for a quickie, he'll acquiesce and give it to you.
R // Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Sylus is very open to experimenting with you if you want to ask for something and he's prone to high risk behavior with you; he could care less if he got you pregnant, because you're his and he wants you forever, so he'll happily cum inside you as many times as you let him - he doesn't care if you're taking a pill or have an implant, that's irrelevant to him and his desire to be with you.
S // Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): He's in peak physical fitness, so he can last. Each round with Sylus is a solid 20-30 minutes of intense sex, unless you tap out sooner because you feel like he's bruising your cervix and even then, he'll swap to going down on you and using his hands on you instead.
T // Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): After hearing you moan his name via Mephisto one night, a black wooden box appeared at the end of your bed one night. Sitting inside it on a bed of decadent red velvet was a polished black glass dildo suspiciously matching Sylus' exact size, right down to the veins. You'd blushed furiously when you realised, wondering how he could have commissioned this for you with a straight face, but it doesn't stop you from using it when he's away on business trips.
U // Unfair (how much they like to tease): Sylus loves to edge you; every single session he edges you on at least 1 orgasm, he can't help himself, the way you beg and plead to cum just sounds so delicious to him and he loves the control.
V // Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Sylus can get vocal, he growls, he snarls, he purrs your name so seductively in your ear and he talks you through your pleasure, constantly asking you to voice for him that you're loving what he's doing to you, or telling you how good you feel wrapped around him.
W // Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): He knows you think he has a terrible singing voice, but nothing makes him happier than when he's lying inside you still and you're drifting off to sleep in his arms and he's singing you a soft little melody of a lullaby.
X // X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): ...come on now, we've seen this man. Sylus is as caked up in the front as he is in the back, there's no need for an xray this man has never hid his size a day in his adult life; he's a shower, not a grower, he's 7 inches soft, 8.5 inches hard and girthy - it takes Sylus using 3 fingers on you to stretch you out ready enough to take him.
Y // Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Sylus has a very high sex drive because he's very testosterone-fueled, but he's respectful enough to hold himself back to match your personal drive; if you give him the means and opportunity though, he will make sure you don't leave his bed except to eat or pee for an entire weekend.
Z // Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Falling asleep inside of you or with you on his chest is the only time Sylus finds it easy to fall asleep quickly, but he's still an apex predator; he sleeps lightly and only after he's seen you fall asleep first and knows you're safe.
#lnds sylus#love and deepspace headcanons#love and deepspace imagine#love and deepspace imagines#18+ mdni#sylus x mc#sylus love and deepspace#sylus qin#sylus lads#sylus x you#lads#lads x y/n#lads headcanons#lads imagine#lads sylus#sylus smut#sylus fluff
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some chilshi headcanons?
(Contextualizing my headcanons, I mostly like chilshi post-canon. It doesn’t click during the main story for me)
I think they’re very domestic. One of those situations where they don’t even realize how infatuated they are with the other- until they do. And they don’t know what to do about that so they get used to being close but never taking it a step further. I think Senshi is a good influence for Chilchuck, and Chil he is Senshi’s way to connect with others.
The two of them are people that had to mature emotionally very quickly due to their life circumstances and I think that’s what draws them together in a way
Senshi has the excuse that he wants to help Chil feed himself better and maybe help him taking care of his home, and Chil likes the company. He worries about the guy lmao
They smoke and drink in the porch of his old family house and they bicker about people. Senshi tends to their garden and Chil sometimes when he’s bored and his wrists don’t hurt, he combs his hair.
And Senshi travels and explores and when he comes back he gets to talk about everything and show Chilchuck his new recipes and he is mortified but he listens anyway :) Chil complains about work, updates him on his daughters and they get to talk. They open up
Maybe they go fishing together, to the market if there’s a chance. They drink in the tavern at nighttime. idk
It’s whatever. Whatever you know
>They’re both big spoon interchangeably but it’s Chilchuck the most because he doesn’t like feeling crushed and also Senshi’s beard is equal to 3 layers of blankets
>Senshi likes teaching Chilchuck how to cook but Chil gets annoyed fast if he can’t do it first try so they barely try anymore
>They own a lot of alcohol from different places either Senshi visits or Falin and Izutsumi bring them. That pantry is wild
>They fight over stupid shit that is just mildly annoying and not a real issue
>Their way of loving is to do things for each other. If Chilchuck is tired from work Senshi will offer to arrange his picklocks, maybe go something for him. And Chil tidies up the place for him after cooking or goes buy whatever is missing. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it for you. It’s fine”
>They had to get slightly bigger furniture
The perfect version for me is when they never get together because they’re stubborn and afraid of interfering in each others lives so they self sabotage and don’t know what to do. But I also love it when they’re happy together so make of this what you will <3 they are everything to me
#ask#chilshi#thanks for asking sorry I left this unanswered for weeks#I get really anxious talking about my interests#as I mentioned I have a whole ass fanfic made up in my head I just can’t write#dungeon meshi spoilers
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Mind giving us some headcanons for the woods brothers? Please and thank you
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK OUGHH LOVE THE WOODS BROTHERS
Anyways, changed a few things about them and their story (a lot for Liu), so uhh I hope you don't mind all that ousgdhdhdh
Jeff the Killer
The Woods- like all families- weren't perfect, but they all tried their best despite the fact. They played their roles, attended church every Sunday when they could, and most importantly, they loved each other, and Jeffery Hodak Woods wouldn't have changed a thing.
Still, fate doesn't bend to what we want, does it?
After drastic changes and loss after crushing loss had driven the eldest Woods son to madness, Jeff wondered if those sermons truly meant anything when he damned himself to hell the moment he crawled out of the new house he was supposed to call home and decided that three men were about to pay for what they did.
Struggled with Intrusive thoughts his whole life, and though his parents meant well, being raised thinking that every awful thought was a product of the devil himself left Jeff to internalise a few things.
Speaking of internalising a few things! Internalised homophobia! Being raised in a religious, conservative household in the early 2000s is gonna do that to you lmao
He's got a Southern accent. After reading one fanfic I literally can't hear Jeff with anything else and it's a curse I must bear alone </3
Even before the incident, he's always had a bit of a gummy smile, his ruined cheeks just made his grin wider which emphasised it more.
Smoker since he was a teen, though his parents never knew that. He vaguely smells of tobacco and iron.
Is a damn good cook and huntsr. He learned the former from his mom alongside Liu, and learned the latter from his dad, but after the incident (and the fact he's basically homeless), he doesn't cook unless he truly has to due to his Pyrophobia. The only fire he can tolerate are from his lighter.
He does still use his hunting skills though, both for his targets and for, y'know, food if he's some place rural. He's kinda gross and feral though, so when desperate times call for desperate measures, well, it's not the first time he's eaten roadkill.
His burn scars are mainly isolated to his left side, though they stretch a little past half of his back.
Paints his nails black when he can. His nails and his knife are the only two things he consistently takes care of lmao
Targets anyone. He knows most people will be missed, and he doesn't want to suffer with his grief alone.
Gave himself that sick Glasgow smile when he was facing an especially bad period of grief, and since he wasn't raised in the most emotionally open household, he wasn't equipped to handle his own feelings. The end product was rough and jagged from the pain, but at least he could still smile all pretty like his mom told him to.
Jeff woke up surrounded by fire, unable to scream amidst the rubble and smoke as it threatened to suffocate him. Sometimes, when he sleeps, he relives that moment, leading him to be terrified of sleeping. He attempts to solve this by cutting off the lids of his eyes, but he pussied out before he could finish the job, leaving himself half-blind when his fucked eye dried up.
I HAVE... SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT JEFF BEING RAISED IN A RELIGIOUS HOUSEHOLD AND GENUINELY BELIEVING HE WAS POSSESSED OR TARGETED BY THE DEVIL AT A YOUNG AGE... IMAGINE, WAKING UP IN UNIMAGINABLE PAIN AS FIRE FLOODS YOUR VISION, AND THINKING THAT "This is it. I really am damned to hell."
IMAGINE CRAWLING OUT OF THAT OUT OF SHEER FORCE OF WILL, AND AS YOU LOOK UPON THE GOLDEN FLAMES THAT SPROUT FROM YOUR HOME, BELIEVING THAT YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON YOU WERE, AND THAT YOU'RE A DEMON PARADING IN DEFORMED, HUMAN FLESH
THAT THE FIRE HAD REVEALED WHO YOU REALLY WERE ALL ALONG, AND THAT THERE'S NOTHING MORE YOU COULD DO BUT SUCCUMB
Liu Woods
Growing up, Liu had always been close to his older brother. He could rely on him, and Jeff, in turn, could always rely on Liu, though the younger of the two always knew that his older brother could never truly be vulnerable with him, nor could he compare to just how much Jeff had done for him growing up.
One day though, a while after they've moved, a fresh start for a new life, Liu takes the chance to protect his older brother just as he had done for him, though he'd come to regret that choice when- while in juvenile detention- Liu finds out that his home was gone, alongside his parents, and at the center of it all was the brother he tried to protect.
With the loss of his parents, Liu went around in different foster homes, though he never truly felt like he was part of their families growing up.
As he grew up, he managed to graduate and become a detective, both to help people amidst a growing amount of murders and missing persons cases, and to find and hunt down Jeff.
He'd rather die than admit it, but he does miss Jeff, and he could feel an awful, sinking feeling within him at the thought of hurting him. In the end though, his morality wins over
When he first met his brother in person, Liu recognised Jeff immediately. Jeff, however, did not. Liu was overpowered, and it was only until he had already carved through Liu's cheek did Jeff realise what he had just done. The doctors say that Liu shouldn't have survived then with how much blood he had lost, but thankfully, someone was there to help. Though when the paramedics came, all they found was Liu, alone and unconscious.
Hates the smell of tobacco.
His southern accent isn't as noticeable as Jeff's, but it's more obvious in the way he says certain words or when he's angry.
Has intrusive thoughts, though he's more capable of dealing with them compared to a certain someone. Doesn't make them easier to deal with though, and that doesn't make the guilt he suffers through any less of a burden, especially as an officer of the law.
#creepypasta#jeff the killer#homicidal liu#asks#jeffery woods#liu woods#headcanons#Randy Keith and Troy were the ones who burned the Woods home btw#they wanted to pull a “harmless” prank to get back at Jeff for cutting ties with them by burning their dad's car#but the fire spread and they ran off in a panic when they realised what they’ve done
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Equivalent Exchange (curse user! Nanami x sorcerer! Reader) SMUT, 18+, MDNI
Kento Nanami's defection was at one point amicable, until a string of very precise murders indicates your former classmate may have taken a turn. Maybe you can help him come back to himself. or....
Ao3 Obviously inspired by all the villain Nanami art esp (@yuutaguro and @ivoreene) this shit got wild ngl. So incredibly OOC its insane.
Content Warnings: ANGST, GUYS SO ANGSTY, lots of manipulation, this is NOT HEALTHY behavior, smoking, kissing, fingering, oral, degradation, slapping, spit, Nanami is being a freak, but you are matching that freak, let's call this deranged by consensual :).
Smoke curls in a paisley storm contained within the shaft of dim golden light emanating from the out of style lamp on the bedside table. A piece of wire had poked out from the lining of the seat cushion underneath you, poking itself into the tender meat of your thigh. The cigarette in between your fingers was nearly all ash, held together only due to your stillness, sloping downward toward the stained carpet below. It must have been ten minutes since you lit it, and you hadn’t moved an inch, not daring to break your gaze on the door. He was an hour and a half late, actually he was 96 minutes and 45 seconds late. 46, 47, 48, 49, 50. He was late the last time, too. Prior to-- everything-- he had been extremely punctual. He had been a lot of things.
This morning he called out of the blue from a blocked number, his voice rough and betraying nothing of his condition; emotionally or physically.
“Luna Hotel, under Helmer, 10 o’clock.”
Your skin went cold, you choked out a small sound of acknowledgement, but before you could speak the line went dead. The line droned, tears stung your eyes; clouded vision and full ears gave you a moment of placelessness, your office, the school, this world dissolving around you. It was him, it was really happening. It had been so long since you had heard his voice, but you could have picked him out of a crowd of thousands if he were whispering.
It was really happening, your throat tightened but you swallowed down the knot before it could choke you. With a deep breath the tears faded and you returned to your body within your small office at Jujutsu High. Finally setting the phone on its hook, the tone died, making the beating of your heart fill the space left in your ears. It was still early, you had an entire day of teaching to complete, and you couldn't let anyone-- even the most observant among your coworkers-- catch on. Twelve hours had passed in calculated normalcy, externally engaged as always; teaching your class, laughing with coworkers, but internally you had a singular thought.
You were seeing Nanami tonight.
Kento Nanami had defected from Jujutsu society eight years prior, following the previous defection of Suguru Geto and, more personally affecting, the death of his classmate and partner Yu Haibara. Initially it was an understood amicable defection, it was unusual but not unheard of for sorcerers to decide to follow other paths. Geto was, of course, an unfortunate exception. You had been able to keep in touch with Nanami as he attended a fast tracked university and got a job working as a finance specialist for businesses both in Japan and internationally. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t around at all anymore, he would attend group events every few months, stop by a birthday party or a night of drinking. But as the time since his leaving went on you saw less and less of him, work schedules and personal responsibilities making it rarer and rarer. Two years ago, he stopped calling completely, stopped responding to text messages and emails. You were beginning to wonder if you should do a wellness check at his office or see if you could find his address.
That was until you found yourself in an all school meeting to discuss a recent string of murders. Shaking across the table from Satoru Gojo, Ieri Shoko, and the rest of the staff as Principle Yaga detailed how the victims were all cut with a surgeon's precision into various pieces, when Shoko was able to reassemble them the pattern emerged. The disassemblement occurred at a 7:3 ratio at Every. Single. Point.
The pictures on the table were horrific, gory, visceral, but what brought bile to your throat was the thought of Nanami being the executioner. Your brain couldn't render the image of him killing a human person. You had seen him kill dozens of curses, seen his skill and finesse in real time, but you couldn’t piece that together with the images in front of you now. These men weren’t just killed, they were butchered.
“What do we know about the victims?” Gojo asked.
“Wealthy, mostly inherited wealth, all of them have ties to the same organized crime group that we have followed for some time.” Yaga explained, thankful for the chance to look somewhere else than the photographs on the table, “drugs, weapons, human trafficking, you name it.”
Gojo shrugged and leaned back in his chair, “Nanamin always had an intense sense of justice.”
He was right, you thought it too, and you were willing to be everyone else in the room thought the same. You still hadn’t spoken, your throat was dry and closed, your brain was too stuck on trying to piece together an image of the man you knew doing this.
“He did. Vigilante or not…”Yaga continued, now unable to look anywhere but the pictures, “The higher ups have caught wind of this being a curse user, thankfully they don’t pay enough attention to techniques so they’re not exactly sure who is responsible.”
Yaga stood and added a blurry photograph to the board. Nanami, you could just barely make out his features, his strong nose, his golden eyes. It must have been taken from a surveillance camera before the feed was wiped, he looked right at the camera, an expression of focus and hatred marred across his face. Your heart lurched at the sight of him so angry. No…not angry. Pained.
“There are laws that prohibit sorcerers from intentionally taking human life. The unregulated use of jujutsu against civilians is cause enough to call for our response. Nevermind the…brutality. ”
Yours and every other pair of eyes in the room flicked to Gojo, he noticed, although he did not let on. You felt your cheeks burn, Nanami was Gojo’s friend, however reluctantly. Gojo had been closer with Geto than anyone else, and now he had been betrayed not once but twice.
“The sooner we…”Yaga’s words caught between his teeth, “react, the better. Reducing the liability of exposure and continued loss of life.”
The meaning he danced around began to set in. They wanted to kill Nanami. They wanted to send someone in this room out there to kill him. Gojo realized it too, starting to argue but his and the principal's voices began to fade, a ringing taking its place, and increasing in volume. Your skin began to go cold. The meeting continued around you, although as it turned to a fight no one seemed to notice your mental absence. You couldn’t let this happen, you wouldn't.
That night you sent one last email to the last alleged work email of Nanami’s that you had been able to dig up. One that had been hiding his new company’s directory just waiting to be found by you. All it had taken was one call to their payroll department posing as the hysterical disgruntled wife possibly being cheated on by the project manager of Nanami’s team. You used an email of your own that you reserved primarily for spam, business sign ups and the like, one that didn’t have your name or any of your initials, one that no one would associate with you.
Loyalty doesn’t expire. They’re looking.
That was two months ago. Until his call today you didn’t know if the address was still active, if he had access to it, if he had ever seen it. But now, after a single call months later, you were in the Luna Hotel room 819 reserved under the name Helmer. Of course he chose that name, strange enough to stick out just the right amount, but anyone looking would find it as a fake, stolen from a famous play. They didn’t know how Nanami had gifted you a copy of Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House when you were still in school. How he told you about his grandmother in Denmark who loved it too; how she took him to see it once, probably far too young, on a holiday to visit her. They wouldn’t know what it meant between the two of you. You still had the exact copy he gave you, you must have poured over those pages a hundred times since you had seen him last. That same copy currently sat at the bottom of the small go bag you had stashed under the bed…just in case.
It was approaching midnight, and he still hadn’t arrived. Exhilaration that had been keeping you upright was beginning to wane. The light flickered, your cigarette ash finally fell to the floor, you didn’t care about the carpet, you didn't care about the sleep pulling at your eyes, you didn’t care about the ache of the day settling into your stagnant bones. You were so close, you couldn’t turn back now.
You felt him before the knock came. The breath vacated your body, his cursed energy filling your senses, tears rushed to your eyes but were quickly cast aside as his knuckles tapped against the door. You stood, but didn’t move to the door. A chime came from the door lock, followed by the whirring of mechanized deadbolt retracting. You fought away the urge to tense up as he entered the room.
Tall, perhaps even taller than before, certainly wider. He must have put on forty pounds of sheer muscle since the last time you saw him, every inch of him seemed developed. Wide shoulders, sturdy, quiet legs. His hair was shorter, choppier than the neat styled fringe you had been used to. A severe undercut at the back of his neck showed where he had been cut in a healed pink scar. There were more scratches and scars than you expected. You didn’t know what you expected. But it wasn’t this, this wall of strength standing before you now, dark blazer buttoned, small impression on his back where you knew his blade was strapped to his back. Finally you were able to regain the composure to look at his eyes. Golden, honey brown locked right with yours. It could have been the flickering light, or your delirium but you thought you saw them crinkle slightly at the sight of you. Nanami let out an even breath, looking you over once, the door clicking shut behind him.
“It’s really you.” His voice washed over you like a warm coastal wave.
“It’s really you.” You echoed, taking in the face you once knew so well, the parts that were different, the parts that remained.
He stared down at you, the same analytical look on his face, taking in every inch of the woman you had become. You were different than when he had left, you changed your hair-- although so had he, your body had lost its teenaged gawkiness and you stood with so much more confidence than you had before. You filled your clothes better, you were maybe even taller. But your expression looking at him, the shine in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks, it was exactly the same
“Part of me expected this to be a trap.” He sighed out, unbuttoning his blazer and starting to slide it down his arms, turning away from you briefly.
As he did, you caught sight of his wrapped knife in its holster. The white and black wrapping was now stained a deep crimson, without your encouragement your mind returned to those photographs on the conference room table. What he had done, and how. How skilled he really was with that blade. You closed your eyes briefly attempting to squeeze out the images. When you opened them you saw him studying you, a silent assessment taking place that you weren’t sure if you were passing.
“No one else knows where you are?” He asked, voice even and deep.
“No. I know how to be discreet.” You answered, a bit too quickly.
“Did you drive?”
You shook your head, “I took the train, paid cash, got off two stops before the closest, walked the rest of the way.”
“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night.” he chided, tone almost mocking you-- or maybe himself, “Your phone?”
“I turned it off before I left, removed the SIM card, you can check it if you like.” you offered, gesturing to your purse on the table next to him.
Nanami’s eyebrows raised cautiously, deciding to call your bluff and reach inside. You didn't even flinch, you had nothing to hide, only something to prove. You were mesmerized by his every twitch, the way his hair moved with him now, how his eyes scanned over everything meticulously. Shadows of the Nanami you knew and the Nanami that was captured on those cameras merging together. He pulled your cell phone from your bag, seeing it was switched off, he checked the side for the SIM card and saw it was missing. A small smile itched the edges of his mouth.
“Nanami I promise, you can trust me. I sent for you, I put my job, my life on the line just to be here.” You wished you didn't sound quite as pathetic as you did when you asked him to trust you.
Nanami set your phone back in your purse and faced you, “That’s right, you did.”
His face remained pleasant as he took a seat in the same armchair you had occupied. He took up so much more space now, broad and wide, thick and sturdy, his thighs strained the fabric of his pants as he settled in front of you.
“Take your shirt off.”
You felt your chest heat up, inching toward your cheek by the millisecond, you shifted your weight.
“Wh-what?”, you nearly laughed, taken aback,.
“I need to see that you don't have a bug or a wire or something else.” He leaned back in the chair, one elbow propped up on the arm rest.
“Kento, I-I wouldn't.” You wanted him to believe you, you wanted him to know that you would never turn him in or put him in danger like that.
Nanami cocked his head, “You trust me too, right?”
You nodded. He gestured for you to continue.
You had changed after work into something neutral, something that would let you blend in and not be noticed as you snuck here. You unbutton your shirt slowly, hand trembling slightly before you swallow and get them back under your control. When you had undone the final button and opened the lapels, revealing your body clad in only your black bra and slid the rest of the shirt down your shoulders and onto the floor. You stood in front of him, feigning your own neutrality, however futile after your previous hesitation.
“Turn” he instructed. And you did, slowly so he could see your sides and back clearly.
Nanami gave a hum of approval as you turned away from him completely. You didn’t hear his approach but you felt his body heat as he moved behind you.
“No weapons?” He spoke softly now, his breath hot against the back of your ear.
You shook your head.
“No…”He sounded pleased, “they wouldn’t send you to kill me, would they?”
You felt his hand on your hip, just ghosting over the surface of your skin. You wanted to melt into him, to weep in his arms, to succumb to every fantasy you held privately in his absence, to berate him for leaving, to beg him to stay. But you stayed still and let his fingers on your flushing skin be enough for now.
“You’ve always had a soft spot for me, huh?” His hand moved your chin to the side to meet his eyes, nearly black like the eyes of a shark, only a corona of his usual honey brown remaining.
You nodded, your lips subconsciously reaching for his.
“So who are they sending?”, His voice returned to the dark, unflappable tone from before.
“Yaga wants Gojo to do it.” the words left you before you even thought, whatever spell or curse or hypnosis you were under sucking the truth from you directly into his mouth.
Nanami paused for a second, studying your face in his hand, “I’m flattered.”
Nanami let you go, his eyes flicking down to your lips before truly letting you go. He moved back to the table and opened your cigarettes. You caught your breath and followed his arc with your eyes, unsure of whether you should redress or not. He took a dart from your pack and lit it between his lips quickly.
“I thought you didn’t smoke anymore.” You noticed his practiced hold, the easy way he inhaled.
“So did I.” He sighed, sitting back in the chair, “A lot of things I thought were true and proving to have been ....unreliable.”
You stepped closer, just barely, “Nanami, what happened. I thought you were happy to be out, what was so awful to make you come back… like this?”
Nanami thought for a second, his brow furrowed, the deep elevens on his face that had been present since childhood now much deeper. He took another drag of the cigarette before answering.
“You don't know these guys….their monsters. All of them.” He shook his head, eyes fixed on memories that were not visible to you, “They want only for themselves no matter the cost, they betray one another, they betray order and decency. And the things they expect from you to join their little ...club” he took another fevered drag, stopping the thought there, “And we, those who can actually do something about it, are forced to benevolently observe? I just don’t understand the point anymore.”
You approached him carefully, he was locked into his own head enough that he wasn’t watching you.
“I won't protect some and not others. Not on the basis of the humanity of evil. Curse or Human, evil has no place. Not while sorcerers sacrifice themselves left and right while the real dangers are out of our jurisdiction” Whatever atrocity had been replaying in front of his eyes concluded and he finished what remained of the cigarette.
Sorcerers, Ours, We
You weren’t sure if he realized it himself, but he was still including himself amongst you. He considered himself a sorcerer even now, upholding the responsibility to protect those who cant protect themselves. You took the filter from him and discarded it on the table, feeling bold enough to reach over him to do so. Still topless you leaned into him on your return.
“I think it’s noble what you did, Kento.” You confessed, “We shouldn’t have to sit by and do nothing when we can make a real difference. Not when you can.”
You felt one of his big hands move over the back of your neck, hard enough to keep you in place but affectionately enough to not jar you. What do you have to be worried about? It’s Nanami, he would never hurt you.
“That’s why you’re here, you want to help, right?” he nodded in time with you in response.
“Anything Nanami, anything.” You dared to touch the side of his face, feeling his soft even skin. Even now, he was as perfect as he had been in your memories.
He leaned into your touch, like a wild animal indulging in the first kind touch after unending isolation. He was beginning to believe you, in your devotion, in your loyalty, in your usefulness.
“Anything?” He hummed at you, pulling your face even closer.
“Yes.” You could feel his breath on your lips, you could see the freckles on his face, having multiplied in number since last you studied them.
“Then you have to derail the plans for my execution.” He held you still, no longer inching toward your eager lips.
You felt your eyes go wider than dinner plates.
“Lose documentation, mix up data, get rid of photos, anything.” His tone was deadly serious, his grip tightened on your neck, his eyes bore into yours looking for any kind of hesitation, “No one has access to more information in that place than you. I know you can do this.”
Your heart swelled at his assurance, saiting your own fear as it rose inside of you. You looked into his kind, patient face and felt all the apprehension slip away. You finally feel secure enough to ask him the one thing you want the most.
“Can’t I go with you?” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to never be parted from him again.
He shook his head slowly, cupping your face so sweetly., “It’s too dangerous. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, honey.”
You warm at the title he’s awarded you, his demonstration of care for you. Your joy soars exponentially when he pulls you into his lap, one arm around your waist, the other keeping your gaze locked with his. His thumb strokes your cheek and you feel your cheek whetted by an unannounced tear that has left you.
“Kento…”You shudder, “why did you leave me. I would have gone with you, you never asked. I thought-- I thought we… had something. I thought you wanted me.”
“Oh love, I did. I do. I lost myself after Yu, I had to leave, I couldn’t control my anger and I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want you to see me like that. I wasn’t a man worth loving, especially not by you.”
“Kento…”
“But I’m here now. And I’m yours.” He looked at you with the same seriousness as when he gave you your instructions, “do this for me and I’m yours forever. Help me keep this world safe, keep you safe.”
You felt another heavy hot tear spill onto your cheek, “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Kento. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me again.”
“Never again.” He promised before pulling you in to kiss you.
His kiss was worth every second you spent away from him. Every sleepless night wondering if your budding romance was gone completely or if you could ever know the warmth of his companionship again. He pulled you even closer to him, now seating you perfectly in his big, wide lap. His hand slid up your back, hot against your skin. His tongue slipped between your lips perfectly to explore the inside of your mouth, sliding against your own, tasting the smoke that lingered inside. You couldn’t help the moan that resounded from your throat, you were too overjoyed. You wanted to indulge in every taste, every sensation, every sound, every inch of this man. Your hands were all over his chest, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, feeling the change in the man you loved. He was the same, his heart, his mind, his bones were the man you always loved, but you relished in the feeling of new, taut muscle under your fingers.
“I love you.” you confessed against his lips.
“I love you.” He answered, pulling you in again for another deep, wet kiss.
He tangled his other hand in your hair, the other migrating from your face to grip your thigh draped across his lap. His grip on your leg was firm and sturdy, squeezing the muscle and flesh you had gained since your last encounter with him.
“You’re a better kisser now.” You challenged, leaning your forehead against his.
“You taught me well, I improved on your method.” He smiled up at you.
It had been nearly a decade since the last, first, and only kiss you and Nanami had shared. A night of teenaged drunkenness in the dorm rooms and a fateful game of seven minutes in heaven leading to you and Nanami squeezed together in Gojo’s dorm closet. The darkness made Nanami bold enough to confide that he had never kissed anyone before, and you bold enough to jump at the chance to “teach him”, despite privately never kissing anyone yourself either. The timer had run out all too soon and Gojo pulled the curtain early, revealing a heated, albeit sloppy, makeout to your group of classmates. In your years schooling and working together you had never spoken about it, at least not so brazenly. Time and loss and reunion will bring anything to light.
“I was lying. I hadn’t kissed anyone either. I just wanted to kiss you.” You simpered against his lips, feeling the hand on your leg move up closer to your ass.
“You're kidding.” Nanami said flatly, kissing you again.
Your cheeks heated, “You knew?”
Nanami shrugged, smiling slyly, “Took a few other kisses before I pieced together that you had no idea what you were doing.”
You laughed out, feeling decade old embarrassment rise in you.
“Hey,” He soothed, “Who do you think begged Haibara to suggest the game and pick us to go first.”
You gawked, “You didn't.”
He nodded, “I did. Quite embarrassingly so. I don't think Gojo ever let a day go by that he didn't remind me of it.”
You were touched, elated, so devastated on behalf of the time you lost, but so grateful for the time you could have now. You pressed your lips together again, hands finding purchase in his hair, feeling the crop under your nails. He kissed you with a new fervor, remembering the growing romance he had abandoned, the way you had made him feel all those years ago. His hands moved up your back and found the clasp of your bra, with no words exchanged he undid the hooks and you moved your arms so he could slide the garment off of you. Once you were free you brought your hands to the button of his shirt, eyes closed and too entranced by the kiss to notice the spots of blood that stained the cream colored fabric. He pawed at the exposed skin of your back, down the dip of your spine, over your hips, and up once more to the back of your neck. He pulled back hard, separating your lips.
“Let me see you.” He ordered, taking in your exposed chest.
You whined at the loss of his lips, but relished in how closely he studied your body, your breasts, your stomach, your hardening nipples, everything he had longed to see before but was too guarded to ask of you. The hand didn't leave your neck, in fact it slithered around to the front, holding you in place on top of him. You had managed to undo his buttons, revealing his own chest, rippling and creamy in the amber light of the hotel room. You ground yourself down on his lap, desperate to feel his hardness underneath you.
“No.” He tightened his grip around your throat, stilling you, “Be patient, I've waited years to have you like this, I won't be rushed.”
You nodded as best you could with your throat still in his grasp.
“Be good.” He warns, bringing you back to his mouth, guided by your neck.
You wait for him to kiss you, wanting to demonstrate how good you can be for him. He leers at your obedience, before sliding his tongue across your lips. Not exactly a kiss, but you accept it so eagerly, the feeling of his spit wetting your lips, the anticipation whetting your desire. It's so possessive, so absurdly erotic it is nearly demeaning. But why should you care, it’s Nanami, your Nanami, you want to be possessed by him. Finally he kisses you again, your and his face both damp. His hand leaves your neck and slides down to grip one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you hiss.
“Sensitive.” He mumbles, pinching harder, pulling a whine from you.
Heat is pooling in between your legs, you're certain he can feel the effect he is having on you, it would be dripping onto his thigh at this very moment if it weren't for the layers of fabric between your bodies. He grips your other breast, repeating the stimulation to your other nipple, once again relishing in the whines and whimpers you sing above him. You close your eyes and throw your head back, not seeing when he leans forward and latches his mouth to your unoccupied nipple, soothing the pain with soft, generous suckling. His other hand has curled itself around your hips and gripped unabashedly at your ass. Your hands returned to his hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. And feel him you did, his hardened length making itself unmistakable under you and Nanami rocked your hips forward, grinding you down on him. He let out choppy, moans into the flesh of your tit, his mouth full and muffled. You saw stars as the sensation of being ground down on his clothed length electrified your swollen clitoris. You had heard saucy gossip from classmates turned coworkers about Nanami “packing”, but you could feel their accuracy as he directed you to writhe against him.
“K-ken..ah!” You huffed out as the bulge pressed right against where you desired him the most.
He filled his mouth with your other tit and pushed you further down on him, making you keen above him louder. He was so much stronger than you, you couldn't pry yourself off his lap if you had wanted to. Thankfully there was nothing in the world you wanted less. He carried on sucking, biting, circling your breast with his mouth, bringing you to writhing, whimpering putty in his hands. You felt as though you were melting above him. The heat between your bodies building, scrambling your brain into nothing but more..more….more.
“Fine.” He growled, pulling away from your chest and picking you up to toss, truly toss, you onto the bed.
The cheap mattress bounced under you as you struggled to sit up on your elbows, only to be met with a firm hand clapping down on your chest, pushing you onto your back once more.
“Desperate slut can’t even wait for it.” Nanami glared down at you, fire behind his eyes you had never seen before.
He shed his shirt completely, not shy to give you a show of the muscles and scars he had gained in your separation. Bruised fresh and barely healing splotched across his stomach and hips, what looked like amature, although clean and neat, stitching, keeping a cut on his back together. Your breath stayed heavy as you watched him undress, you didn’t dare move another inch. He removed his pants, groaning as his length that had been straining against the tailored fabric gained relief. Your mouth filling with hungry saliva as you watched him supine on the bed, how he selfishly palmed himself through the thin fabric of his boxers before finally turning his gaze back to you. Your heart caught in your chest at his stony gaze, the annoyed expression between his eyes, the way his jaw set itself as he appraised your position.
“You said you’d be good. That you’d do anything to help me. And yet here you are on your back panting like a whore after ignoring the first instruction I gave you.” The bed sank as Nanami moved one knee onto the edge.
You stayed silent and still as his hands undid the clasp of your pants, inching them down your legs at his own pace, noting how goosebumps appeared in the wake of his touch. He watched as you strained to stay still, only allowing your body to move as he moved it, only allowing yourself to be puppeteered out of your clothing by his hands. A sick pride filled his chest at the sight of your heaving chest, still shining wet from his mouth, your hair mussed by the bed sheets, eyes wide and watching him. Your panties were already sticking to your dripping pussy, the wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric and leaking onto your thighs. Nanami joined you on the bed completely, hovering over you, sliding his index finger up from your knee. He met your eyes again, a taunting tilt to his head.
“Is this what you imagined?” Nanami’s breath ghosted over your lips.
You weren’t sure how to respond, when you had first imagined what your first time with Nanami was going to be, you never imagined this set of circumstances. You imagined sharing firsts, learning the motions of expressing love physically, you imagined him making you feel wanted, just as you wanted him. Now he was a Wanted man, and you were jeopardizing everything by lying under him, by letting him touch you, by begging him to take you, to make you his. Your silence was answer enough for him, he traced your slit with his finger, it took every ounce of strength you had left to not shiver, to not whine and mewl and beg again. He noticed.
“Good.” He once again leaned down to kiss you, his tongue quick to invade your mouth, to pull you back into his spell of thoughtless depravity.
His finger slipped past the gusset of your panties, feeling the sopping origins of the liquid desire spilling onto the sheets. You couldn’t hide the shaky breath that escaped as he penetrated you. His fingers were long and knuckles, just the one seeming to fill more of you than a single digit ever should. He watched your eyebrows scrunch, your eyes flutter, and your mouth fall open. He can see the backs of your teeth, the big buds along the base of your tongue, he finds himself enveloped in the idea of prodding the back of your throat with the tip of his cock, with his fingers, with your fingers, he finds he has all kinds of strange fantasies these days. You clenching around his finger wakes him from his daze, and he's quick to supply you with another, feeling your spongy walls stretch around him, trying their hardest to accommodate his intrusion.
“mmgph..”You whimpered, rolling your head to the side, not willing to look at him as he began pumping his fingers.
Nanami looped his other arm around your head, bringing you up to kiss the column of your throat, feeling the muscles strain and flex in response to the pleasure he is so generous to give you. You tried to bury your face in his shoulder, but he held you down firmer. He added a third finger, curling them right against your g spot. You couldn't help but cry out.
“Agh! Fuck…fuck.”
Nanami growled against your neck, keeping his pumping hand steady. The sloshing sound of your pussy drenching his hand and wrist fought to stay audible as your moans threatened to drown them out. You felt his teeth, first scratching, then biting into your neck. You weren’t going to last, you could feel the avalanche of pleasure bounding toward you, you were going to be lost, smothered, destroyed by the wave. Your body moved on its own, smacking at his chest before curling upward in an attempt to save yourself. The hand around your head pulled you down to the bed as he pumped harder. Fucking you gast on his fingers.
“No. Take it.” He commanded, watching you struggle under his hold, fighting him, he dug his nails into your arm, “Take it.”
Your vision went white, blocking out the lamp light, the room itself, as you squeaked out in pleasure. Your abdomen shuddered, your legs kicked, you strained against him, panting and whining. He carried on through your orgasm, not letting up until he saw fat, hot tears spill from your eyes. He kept his fingers inside as you came down, watching as you reinhabited your body that for a moment belonged entirely to him. He waited for you to open your eyes, he had always been a patient man. When you finally looked up at him with your love drunk stare, he removed his fingers, privately relishing in the squelch.
“Open.” He ordered, and you obeyed.
He filled your mouth with his fingers, the taste of your cum all encompassing. His mouth drops open as he watches you suck his fingers, he experiments with you; testing how far you’ll let him push, touching the gummy flesh at the back of your throat, mentally marking how little you gag. Good girl.
He's so overcome with pride and love, or something close to it, that when he removes his fingers he is desperate himself to bring you into another deep kiss. He feels your body tremble against him, aftershocks racing through you, your hands grip at his body, begging for more, begging to be closer. Nanami can't help but groan as you touch his clothed cock, his tongue still touching yours, the taste of your orgasm and the sound of his pleasure shared between two open, waiting mouths. You trace his length through his boxers, his own hand comes over your own and guides you over the totality of him, tip to base, the warm balls underneath, the spot of wetness at the top where he has leaked despite himself. You look up at him, eagerly awaiting his instructions. He smiles down at you, almost sweetly.
“Sweet girl.” He coos, seeing the joy bloom in your face, “You just want to be good, don't you?”
You begin to nod but are cut off by a hard slap coming down on your cheek. No time to dwell on the sting before he grips your face, pursing your lips. The shock of the smack bounces up and down your spine before you realize the pulse throbbing between your legs once more. He squeezes his cock through your hand, letting you feel the same pulse in himself.
“You’ll do anything for me, won't you?” Nanami’s keen eyes train on you once more, opening his mouth slightly inches above yours.
You think he is going to kiss you again, but he squeezes your face more, your lips separating in a bizarre pout. He spits directly into your mouth. You’re quick to lap at his offering, savoring it briefly before swallowing it. You feel his cock jump against your hand, he groans at the wanton sight, he's beyond pleased, he is elated. Before you finish savoring the remnants of him in your mouth he has you on your back once again. He rids himself of his underwear out of your sight and positions himself between your legs. He lifts your hips up and holds you level with his pelvis, wrapping your legs around his hips. The shaft of his cock slides in between your lower lips, he coats himself in the melange of your previous orgasm’s release and the new wetness he has pulled from you. Deciding it isn't enough he spits again, this time on your twitching cunt. Nanami marvels at how beautiful he finds the sight of his spit on your body, you wet at his behest, at how beautiful you are under him, your eyes trained on him, waiting so patiently. With one perfect stroke he fills you totally, your hands grip helplessly at his forearms. You arch your back with a whine as you feel the girth of his cock split you open, he is quick to find a pace, his hungered hands taking their fill of your hips and thighs as he fucks himself further into you. His bruising, soldier’s grip nearing fractal pressure, you pull at his fingers, trying to ease his grip on you, offer your body some grace. But he grips tighter, thrusts deeper, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix, his heavy balls smacking against your ass. Your cries fill the room, as does the plap plap plap-ing of his hips hitting yours with devastating precision.
“Kento…oh fuck…i-its too much, too much!” You writhe, pulling at his titanium strong fingers at your hips.
“Too much?” He mocks, his hips not missing a beat, “Too much?”
You sigh in relief when one of his hands leaves your hip, the bruised spots settling. You jolt as that same hand comes down hard on your clit, making you scream, “Nana--Agh!”
He repeats the assault twice more, letting your screams fill the room before clapping the now slick soaked hand over your mouth. He thrusts himself completely inside, leering over you cruelly as you mewl at being overfilled.
“Don’t yell my fucking name. What if someone heard you?”
He’s so deep it feels like he could push out through your stomach, you are barely able to mutter out a small, “‘m sorry.”
It sounds so pathetic you’re almost grateful it's barely audible behind his hand. He keeps his hand over your mouth as he starts thrusting once again, not able to withstand the temptation of your walls hugging him so tightly, you’re so warm, you’re so wet, and you’re all his. He can have you all to himself, the thought alone almost makes him cum. But when he looks down at your fucked out, sweat and spit dampended face, he holds strong. He wants to give you this, he wants to give both of you this. Remind himself that even a murderer like him can find moments of bliss. So perfect, so ready to help him, so eager to prove yourself to please. If things were different he could see this being his eternity, loving you, being loved by you, a life together. But it was too late for that now, he couldn’t go back. He could never get that future back.
Nanami releases your mouth, his hands instead moving your legs up and over his shoulders, angling his hips deep and deeper, folding your body into a nasty mating press.Your mouth falls open, he’s reaching points even deeper than before, you can hardly stand it, your hands claw at his shoulders. When you are finally able to see after this transition, you open your eyes to find him looking directly at you, gazing in your eyes, fucking himself into you at the sight before him. His body rocks yours, you move as he instructs, leading you from within to match his thrusts. Finally his resolve starts to crack.
“F-fuck..” He gasps out, his face scrunching, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling from his forehead.
You can feel him twitching inside of you, it’s as though he is swelling inside of you as he nears his end. You reach up to his hair, tugging, urging him to kiss you. He complies, connecting your lips and rutting into you wildly. The hot, fevered kiss is scored by his moans, gracing your ears, better than your most indulgent fantasies could conjure. For the moments before his climax, there was nothing but the two of you. His body shielding you from the rest of the room, his arms held your legs, the smell of your combined sex filled your nose, the sound of his body on yours, the grunts into your mouth, his sweat on your body, the taste of his tongue against yours. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.
With a low howl Nanami spilled himself into you, driving his hips forward, pulling your hip up to meet his thrust. He thrusts once more, the pair of you grunting together. You can feel the twitch of rope after rope of hot cum filling you, painting you from the inside. He buries his head in your neck, not willing to let you out of your folded position. When he finally releases you it’s only for a second so he can move your legs from your ears. He pulls out briefly, moving onto his back, collecting his breath. You wiggle briefly, stretching sore, twisted muscles but don’t get too far before Nanami pulls you onto his chest. You press your lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, his arms wrap around your back, his knuckles grazing your spine.
The hum of the air conditioner, the buzzing of the bedside lamp, and the pattering of rain against the window fill the silence left behind by your moans. You could hear the drumming of his heart, the leveling back of its usual tempo. His hand stills on your back,
“There’s no one else in the world I can trust, you understand?” His voice is warm in his chest under your ear.
You nod, “I know.”
He tips your face up to look at him, “Stay with me tonight?”
Your heart nearly bursts, “yes! Yes.”
He smiles and kisses you, holding your face, holding you to his chest. It wasn’t an hour or more before you had fallen asleep soundly on him, the weight of the day pulling you into sleep before you were ready. Before you fully succumbed to the sandman’s curse, you thought you heard the words I love you leave him.
You didn’t feel the weight of the bed shift when he got up a few hours later. You didn’t hear him redress and gather his things. You didn’t hear him reach into your purse and pocket your SIM card. You didn’t hear the door click shut as he left before the sun was set in the sky. You woke up in the hotel bed alone, the indention on his pillow and the ache between your legs the only immediate evidence he had ever been there. Your throat tightened as you smelled the sheets next to you, the fabric just barely holding a trace of his scent. Immediately the phantom memories of his hands on your body, his assurances, his instructions flooded back to you. It wasn’t until you got up completely that you saw the finger shaped bruises on your hip and the note in his neat, familiar handwriting.
I’ll be in touch. Forgive me.
Your chest tightened, your eyes stung, but you swallowed down your emotion. You had a promise to keep.
NANAMI IM SORRY I KNOW YOURE NOT THIS MAN. I DONT KNOW WHY ANYONE WOULD SAY THAT ABOUT YOU. Well i hope you guys liked my freak shit! I also wrote about half of an epilogue to this last night that i think clears up some of the context and the tone. I'll post that in the next few days as well. Its mostly with Gojo. OKAY LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR READING. --- Doodle <3
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Can I just ask you to post your headcanons for Sanji and Zoro? I wanna hear your thoughts on my favorites
Oh crap too many to count honestly 💀 but I can at least give some general opinions and random thoughts I believe about them as a duo
first of all anyone who doesn't think they are literally best friends is just objectively wrong. their trust is insane. they put their lives and the crew's lives in each other's hands time and time again and they're so in sync during fights it's like they're one body. I think they know things about each other they've told no one else. sometimes not even each other.
they respect each other's crafts very highly. this is also pretty canon tbh. Zoro might pretend Sanji's cooking is mediocre and Sanji might say Zoro's swords are stupid and not as strong as his kicks, but it's show that when they talk about each other to strangers they brag. they know they're the best at what they do and both integral to the crew.
I think they both can get very emotionally unstable when the other is out of commission due to injury or trauma. They rely on each other's strength and the balance of being equals. It's rattling to see Zoro weak and unable to defend himself or Sanji lacking his enthusiasm and fire. They're very essential to each other's realities and sense of safety, and they're quick to try and lift each other back into their best selves.
They're both touch-starved and that's definitely part of why they fight and spar all the time. Nothing like a heated wrestling match to make you look super manly while fulfilling your deep-seated need for a hug.
Zoro thinks they're equals in strength but says he's better. Sanji pretends to think they're equals in strength but actually lowkey thinks Zoro is stronger but still says the opposite. Zoro doesn't realize Sanji deep down thinks of himself as weaker and would think that was really stupid if he knew. They're both willing to die for their crew and/or goals but Sanji has his terrible habit of considering himself expendable and Zoro does not care for that at all.
Sanji knows how to clean Zoro's swords and has done so when Zoro was incapacitated after battles. Zoro trusts Sanji with his swords bc he's seen how well he cares for his kitchen knives, and their aforementioned deep but unspoken respect for each other's skills.
They're actually pretty equally protective over Nami, Sanji is just more dramatic about it. She's a very important figure in both of their lives and they'll do anything to protect her safety and freedom, especially knowing that besides Luffy they're the most capable of doing so.
They actually hang out a lot just the two of them, not really talking but just sitting or laying near each other quietly. Often they take their respective breaks to drink and smoke at the same time and just chill. Neither of them are great with words or expressing emotions, so it's their way of having quality time when they don't feel like fighting, to reassure each other of their presence and partnership.
They do a lot of subtle caring for each other.
Sanji bullies Zoro into bathing. Zoro bullies Sanji into eating. They bully each other into being careful with their wounds.
They intentionally distract each other from their most self-destructive tendencies. If Zoro is training himself ragged, Sanji makes him come eat a snack with the crew. If Sanji is constantly pulling on his hair from stress, Zoro starts saying random dumb things so he'll argue instead and forget.
Nami, Luffy, and Chopper are used as frequent emotional threats against each other. Nami will raise their debt for being stupid and dangerous, Luffy will make a whole Thing about it if they're being mean to themselves, and Chopper will cry if they aren't letting their injuries heal.
That's all I've got for now, hope this brings you joy!
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Bonnie & Clyde - Johnny Cade
synopsis - johnny finally breaks down y/n's walls
warnings - mentions of suicide, talk about criminals, mention of abuse, not much😙
pairing - johnny cade x best friend!gn!reader
authors note - my first fic posted on any platform, don't judge me xoxo (jk, if I need to improve, give me some tips!! x) not edited cuz it's 4am..
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Both y/n and Johnny faced problems at home… these problems leaving them with a bond so odd that not even they could understand it
Johnny was emotionally and physically abused by his parents, and y/n had their unsaid problems just the same..
often, when nights got bad. The pair would spend the night in the lot together..
it was silent, other than the crackling of the firewood, and the subtle breeze picking up.
they sat close to each other, for body heat. Johnny sighed before speaking.. “I can’t take this anymore.”
y/n looks up at him, a slight look of curiosity in their eyes, "Is it getting worse..?" they ask.
“I-It’s like everything’s falling apart.” Johnny’s voice was shaky, and cracked in many places.
“M-My p-parents, t-they just..keep getting worse by the day.”
“It’s like..I’m n-nobody to them..” Johnny let out a deep sigh, and then took a long drag of his cigarette.
y/n shifts in their spot, turning their gaze back to the fire for a minute until looking back at him, "We've got each other at least.. That's what matters most right?"
“Y-You think?” Johnny smiled faintly at y/n. He exhaled a gust of smoke into the air, before leaning back on the wall. Johnny looked down at the ground, and took another long, deep drag from one of his cigarettes.
y/n didn't answer for a minute or two, just thinking of what to say next, "I like to think of us as Bonnie & Clyde, y'know..?" they pause, "all we've really got is each other, and that's all we need.."
“Bonnie and Clyde..?” Johnny repeated, then paused for a moment and thought of the criminal duo. He took yet another puff of his cigarette..
“I guess you’re right…all we really have is each other.”
Johnny shifted in place. The cool breeze seemed to be irritating him, causing him to shiver slightly. “Damn, it's really freezing out here.."
y/n gently rests their head on his shoulder, closing in their distance on one another.
Johnny could see his own breath, due to how cold it was outside… It didn't help that his clothes were thin and worn out. He appreciated the warmth of y/n's head on his shoulder.
Johnny sighed, and looked over at them..
“y/n…”
y/n murmured back, "Mmm..?" Their voice was soft and quiet.
Johnny went silent, and smiled softly at them. He was surprised by how comfortable this felt..he was actually able to relax, and be himself. His cigarette was down to the last few puffs..as Johnny watched it slowly burn.
“y/n…you know how much I appreciate you..right?”
"Y-Yeah..? I think so" they mumble back.
“You mean a lot to me.” Johnny continued, as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling thick plumes of smoke from his mouth.
“I feel like I got nobody, but you. It’s me and you against the world.” Johnny paused for a minute, and smiled softly.
“We have a bond…a connection that nobody else has. Nobody else understands..”
A small smirk appears on y/n's face, "just like Bonnie & Clyde, right..?" a small giggle leaving their lips.
“You know what?” Johnny chuckled quietly, and nodded his head. “Yeah…just like Bonnie and Clyde.”
His cigarette was burnt to a short stub, as Johnny tossed the little bit of the cigarette that was left to the ground.
“Now that.. makes me Clyde, right?” Johnny said, and looked at them with raised brows.
y/n murmurs under their breath, "mmhm.."
“So that means I get the ladies, right?” Johnny continued to joke around, and gave an innocent smile to y/n. They were both close in age, but Johnny certainly seemed older than y/n..in an emotional sense, at least..
"Mhm.. but Clyde chose Bonnie over anyone.." y/n speaks softly "..you'd do that for me too, right..?"
“Hey…” Johnny turned his head towards them more, and gently placed a hand on their cheek.
“I’d choose you over anything or anyone.” Johnny’s voice was quiet, but he seemed to mean every word.
“I wouldn’t trade you for the entire world..”
They both gave each other innocent smiles.
Johnny brushed a strand of messy hair away from their face, looking into their eyes with tender affection.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you..”
"Crash and burn..?" y/n quickly replies.
“Definitely crash and burn.” Johnny chuckled, a small smile spreading across his face.
“How about you though? How would you be without me..?”
y/n suddenly goes quiet, tension rising in the air as they seem a bit nervous to answer the question.
“y/n…” Johnny’s voice was tinged with concern, as he noticed the slight pause in their answer.
“Wouldn’t you crash and burn too..?”
"I've already crashed," their voice was hushed, "the burning is just slower than it should be.."
Johnny was silent for a moment, letting their words sink in. He took a slow, yet drawn out drag of his cigarette, his heart aching for them.
Johnny shifted, and rested his head against the wall, before looking back over at them.
“You alright?”
y/n subtly shakes their head.
“I wish I could make everything better for you..” Johnny sighed quietly, and took another drag of his cigarette.
Johnny’s eyes shifted to the darkness in the lot, as a chill shuddered through his body.
“It’s so damn cold….”
y/n's gaze was locked on the fire that was burning in front of them.
“y/n…” Johnny’s voice was quiet, and his demeanor changed to that of slight worry and concern as he noticed the silence from them. His brow was furrowed.
“Look over here for a sec..?” He softly asked.
y/n shakes their head again.
Johnny’s expression was concerned, almost frustrated. He reached over and gently tilted their head up towards him.
”What’s wrong..? Please..”
y/n's expression was weak as they held back tears of pain.
“Hey..” He brushed a tear that escaped their eye, and ran his fingertips alongside their face.
“Hey…c’mon..” Johnny was soft, and gentle with them.
“Don’t fight it…just let it out..”
They immediately begin to sob into Johnny's shoulder, never once having cried in front of him before.
Johnny immediately softened, his arms wrapping around them and holding them as close as he could. He had never seen y/n in such a vulnerable position before. They were so sweet and innocent…Johnny couldn't stand the thought of them hurting.
Johnny rubbed their back, as he spoke to them in a soothing tone.
"Shhh..it's okay..it's okay.."
Johnny had never even had a glimpse of them outside of their playful, flirty demeanor.. As he saw their walls fall down, he felt shocked.
Johnny had never realized how much pain they had been in, and the sight of their pain…made him hurt too.
Johnny gently squeezed them tight, and he sighed softly. His eyes were fixated on them, watching their tears fall..
Johnny wanted to protect them, and never let anybody else hurt them.
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It took y/n about another ten minutes to finally calm down, they kept their head on Johnny's shoulder and stayed quiet.
Johnny didn’t mind it at all when they kept their head on his shoulder, actually enjoying the intimacy of the moment. There were moments where he wished this moment would last, and they could just sit here forever. He enjoyed being someone that y/n could let their guard down around, and feel comfortable around.
“You alright..? You done crying..?” Johnny softly asked. His voice was gentle, as he kept his arms around y/n.
Johnny smiles as he sees them nod, ”Are you gonna go back to being playful now..? Or you still gonna be a sad, crying ol’ crybaby?” Johnny teased with a smug grin.
y/n smiled weakly, laughing briefly at his behavior.
Johnny let out a soft chuckle, and smiled at them Even through their pain, they remained the same beautiful, playful y/n he knew and loved.
“Okay okay..now that’s more like it…” Johnny brushed their back again, and then gently took their hand into his.
“You good now? You feeling alright?”
y/n lets out a soft sniffle, followed by a small nod.
Johnny smiled at them, and squeezed their hand a few times in reassurance.
“Alright, that’s good to hear.”
Johnny sat in silence for a few moments, looking at their hand holding hands. “They're so beautiful…” he thought to himself. He wanted to keep staring, but quickly looked away.
“So. What made you cry anyway?” Johnny asked, hoping to change the subject away from how vulnerable they had been for a moment.
y/n hesitantly speaks up, "Johnny.. If you weren't here, I don't reckon I would be either.."
Johnny immediately froze, his heart shattering in his chest.
Did they mean what he thought they meant..? Were they saying that he was the only thing preventing them from taking their own life?
Johnny quickly squeezed their hand, and looked at them, his voice full of concern.
“What are you saying..?”
"I don't think I need to explain," y/n says.
Johnny went silent, thinking over what they just said for a few moments.
“So you’re saying..” Johnny hesitantly spoke, trying to ask them. “That you would take your own life..?”
y/n softly speaks, "I'm not trying to be a burden or anything.." they pause, "but yeah.."
Johnny’s voice was a combination of panic and concern.
“y/n…” He gently squeezed their hand, and spoke to them again. “You’re not a burden. In fact…you’re the opposite…”
“You mean everything to me…my life would be ruined if something ever happened to you.” Johnny paused for a moment,
“Do you know how much I love you..?”
"Yeah.." y/n weakly smiles, "I love you too, Johnny.."
Johnny smiled at them, as he squeezed their hand a few times.
“And you know..?” Johnny paused for another moment. “I’d choose you over anything.”
"Just like Bonnie & Clyde, right..?" y/n mutters.
"Yeah.. exactly like Bonnie & Clyde" He replied.
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Because I’ve been cooking on the backstory between Antoine and the woman he was having an affair with (who I’ve named Suzanne), let’s talk about….
What do we already know and what do we think happened?
Well the very first time we saw her (and the other women behind her in this scene) is here…
In particular, she’s the one looking down at Antoine, singling him out with her gaze while the others dance around him. As they do so Antoine hears their voices in his head, most likely coming from his own memories:
Such a pretty boy, Delphine. I mean really, must he hide behind that screen? Oh look at him. Even more beautiful than his sister, if you ask me. Come on, Antoine, just play us one more song. One song and then we’ll let you dance with us. We’ll even go upstairs with you Antoine, come on. Just play for us.
Only even their voices and sensory memories grow more specific as his hallucinations go on, signifying that there’s something else at play too.
Their jasmine perfume permeated the club, cutting through the cigarette smoke. The tinkling of the beadwork on their dresses mingled with their laughs, overtaking the sound of lace gloves as they brushed against skin or the heavy silk of a dress as it fell to the floor. Still they came closer and closer, pulling him in deeper, taunting him. One more drink, Antoine. One more song. Then you can come upstairs with us, come on, just play for us.
This tells us that at the very least, Antoine had a flirtatious relationship with these women who he shared a home and a life with, women who worked for his mother and who his mother disapproved of flirting with him:
Each of them the shadow of a woman who once roamed these halls, now nothing but phantoms around him. He brushed them away angrily, their disappointed sighs dissipating into the silence. Then he heard a nearly silent tsk, the one that his mother made when someone had offended her.
Well what we now know is that in addition to whatever teasing flirtation was going on between Antoine and the four women he saw, he was also certainly having an affair with one of them. A woman named Suzanne…
Now, judging from their body language this was certainly a mutual love affair, and not one that Antoine was dragged into. But bearing in mind how he’s described it (“it’s been the ruin of me a poor boy”) and his own ideas surrounding sex, marriage, and women, we can at the very least assume that he doesn’t view it fondly. Rather, he sees it quite guilty, as something he shouldn’t have done, and even goes so far as to compare himself to the man who bought his sister’s virginity (however misguided and guilt driven such a feeling may be).
There’s certainly a few factors at play here, and I think some of the biggest can be seen in extras we’ve been given in ask games:
1. Antoine never met or spoke to his father and was raised almost exclusively by woman. This was primarily his mother Delphine and his aunt Marguerite (who we have seen a few times in the story) but also various women in Storyville who knew his mother and his family. This led to a sort of warped, old-fashioned view of masculinity that primarily centers around projecting a hardened exterior and protecting women, often to a volatile extent.
Likewise...
2. Antoine definitely sees sex as something of great emotional weight. I think this is partially due to his loyal trait (one of his 4 in-game traits) and his upbringing. Sex incurs a certain type of loyalty and connection for Antoine...Antoine and Josephine spent much of their time growing up in New Orleans Storyville District, where sex would have constantly been on display and treated very casually. This influenced both Jo and Antoine’s approaches to the subject, but in opposite ways. For Antoine, this made him view casual sex as a lonely and empty experience, and thus he tends to seek it out only when he feels emotionally connected someone.
So let’s look at these in light of what we know. He was not only sleeping with a woman he feels like he shouldn’t have been (because of her profession, connection to his mother, and the casual nature of their relationship), he was most likely doing so with some kind of idea of emotional intimacy and “protection” toward her. Meaning, the sex itself would have made going about his daily life and job even harder. Every night he worked in the brothel with her, playing piano from behind a screen where he couldn’t see but could imagine what was happening.
This also in turn explains some of his intense reaction to when his sister went to work there and some of the ways in which he treated Zelda when she arrived. Like walking away from her, insisting on her full knowledge and loyalty before they slept together, his ongoing guilt over not being able to marry her, etc etc.
Which all begs the question….
How did Antoine’s affair with Suzanne end?
Well what we do know is that it ended badly enough to at least contribute to him enlisting in World War I and kickstart much of his anger/drinking issues that he struggles with in the 1920s.
In addition, we have two small lines of text from miscellaneous posts, which are:
“Word to the wise my dear, never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends…badly”
and
“Just so long as no one knows…we’ll be fine.”
Now who could these both be coming from? Or, potentially, who could they be talking about? Well I think we can see our answer in these two shots…
What this tells me is at that some point, Antoine’s mother became aware of what was going on between him and Suzanne. This explains the line be “just so long as no one knows…we’ll be fine” which could have been said by either Antoine or Suzanne about Delphine; and “Word to the wise my dear, never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends…badly” which would have been said by Delphine to Antoine when she finally confronted him about it, further entrenching those feelings of guilt and regret that he already had.
Now how do I think the end actually played out? Well, like Delphine promised…badly. Badly enough that when Antoine returns from the war he reacts to his mother like this…
Of course, on the surface, Antoine is angry because he finds out what she’s done to Josephine. But is there something else going on? Something more personal? A reason why Suzanne isn’t in the club in the scene when Jo turns 17?
I would say yes. My guess? Delphine fired Suzanne. On the surface, she did it to protect her “baby boy” but more ostentatiously, because both of them had betrayed her, and as her employee, Delphine viewed the entire affair as a breach of the professional trust/protection established between them.
You already know that Antoine wouldn’t have taken this lying down, only he wouldn’t have stood up to his mother just yet either (which is what makes his eventual confrontation over Josephine so much more charged) and the guilt that his lust caused a woman to lose not only her job but also her home would have been enough to break him. So what do I think Antoine did? I think he offered to marry her, not out of love or even practicality, but out of some sense of guilt and duty that we ALSO see dominate his early attitudes surrounding marriage with Zelda.
Of course, we know that didn’t happen. So I think Suzanne turned him down, whether because she sensed that he was only doing it out of guilt or because she knew that marrying the disowned son of a brother owner in segregated New Orleans was not a viable option. Or maybe she cared for him. Maybe Delphine even threatened her to stay away from Antoine, so she spurned him in the harshest way possible to ensure that their affair ended for good, and she would have no trouble with one of the most powerful madams in the city. But one thing is for sure, it ended the way Delphine promised…badly, and Antoine enlisted in war shortly after only to come home to mother ill, his home on the verge of bankruptcy, and his sister fresh from trauma inflicted on her by that very mother.
This is the Antoine we walk in on in 1920. Guarded, guilt ridden, reclusive, and protective of his home, his sister, and his heart. Recently returned home from war, only for all of his mother’s pain and corruption to surface. Then in a torrent of emotions, to realize she had been sick all along, and therefore to lose her before he could process whether, knowing that she was dying, she had indeed done it all for them and their home after all.
Thus leaving this enormous burden that it was now up to him to look after his sister and make sure the house she had fought so hard for stayed standing. Because to make his guilt even worse, when he came home from war, he had no idea where Suzanne had gone. He could only hope he didn’t make her life worse, and try to make sure he never made the same mistakes again. But somewhere, deep down when he found someone he loved, was grateful that he avoided a marriage based on guilt and duty and rather, eventually, found one built on love.
#if you read all of that you are a trooper#but I have had these puzzle pieces floating around in my brain for at least a year#and the final one finally snapped into place and I can’t just keep the whole puzzle in my brain#so here babes#the puzzle that is Antoine#obviously giving this a#Antoine Duplanchier extra
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Can you write a sfw alphabet on MK1 Smoke, please?
sfw alphabet — tomas (smoke)
note: here you go!! i hope i did this justice!! also, thank you guys so much for the support over the last couple or days. i’ve been getting so many requests and i’m so incredibly thankful. thank you for the support AND your patience ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ♡‧₊˚
warnings: nothing, just fluff :)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
this man right here is the most affectionate mf. he’s always holding your hand or sneaking kisses on your cheek. he shows his affection through quality time, especially since he’s away training so often.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
as a best friend tomas would be very caring and considerate of your feelings. if you’re having an off day, depending on your feelings, he’ll give your space or give you the comfort you want. if he sees that you’re struggling with your training, he will offer your assistance.
your friendship started when tomas found you in the midst of your village being destroyed. you were bloody, exhausted and just ready to throw in the towel. you had to witness your loved ones being slaughtered. thinking smoke was another enemy, you both started to fight. after the fight, you realized that he wasn’t an enemy but a hero in some sort, here to save you from the horrors you’ve experienced.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
he absolutely loves cuddling with you, especially after a long day of training. he wants to do nothing but hold you in his arms as he winds down for the day.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
tomas would appreciate the idea of settling down but might struggle with a routine at first. he’s a decent cook and keeps his living space clean out of habit and discipline.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
if he had to end things with you, it would absolutely break him. he’d honestly break up with you due to constantly worrying about your safety. you not being with him ensures your safety more, especially with bi-han roaming around. he would break up with you in a private setting for sure.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
tomas is a bit cautious about commitment, wanting to be sure before taking such a big step. with all the danger that follows him, he wants to ensure that it’s the right time. once he’s certain, he would be committed and might prefer a longer engagement to ensure everything is right.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
tomas is very gentle with you. he’d never want to do anything to hurt you, physically and emotionally. he will NEVER raise his voice at you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
he LOVES his hugs with you, especially when they are meaningful. his hugs are warm and protective, given often enough to show that he carea.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
tomas will take his time to say "i love you," until he’s absolutely sure of his feelings and that your feelings for him are mutual.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
he doesn’t get jealous easily. johnny flirts with literally everyone, so he’s kinda just used to it at this point. he’d only ever get jealous if you reciprocate the flirting with anyone. if that’s the case, he’d keep his distance for a little while until he’s able to bring it up.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
tomas’ kisses are tender and purposeful. his loves kissing his partner on the forehead, lips, and hands. he just loves every inch of you and isn’t necessarily picky on where he kisses you. he likes to be kissed on his lips or his cheeks.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
tomas is great with children!! he’s very patient and protective towards them, often being the little ones favorite trainer. he enjoys their company and is pretty playful when they’re not training hard.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
mornings with him are rather calm. he has a pretty quiet routine. usually he’d make some breakfast for you and him and spend that time just talking to you.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
nights are spent talking to each other until one of you fall asleep. he just likes talking to you. if he could do anything all day, it’d be to listen to you talk.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
tomas is very much secretive at first, mostly because of his association with the lin kuei. he doesn’t know if you’re a spy from the sharai ryu or not at first. however, once you gain his trust he’ll be much more open.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
he doesn’t get angry that easily. he’s very patient and will often take some time to himself if he’s angry. he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’ll just distance himself for a bit.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
he remembers every single thing about you! for anniversary dinners or just for any special occasion, he’ll bring up little things you told him. he’ll often get something that you mentioned to him.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
your guys’ first kiss is his favorite memory. he just remembered how beautiful you looked and how everything felt in that moment. it was pure bliss.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
tomas is very protective, especially with the war with the sharai ryu. while you’re in the midst of battle, he’ll often stick by your side and fight along with you. he’s not going to let anything happen to you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he puts a lot of thought and effort into making dates and anniversaries special. he’ll spend months on in planning them, resulting in some lighthearted teasing from kuai liang. he wants you to feel appreciated.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
he might have a habit of being overly cautious or withdrawn at times. it takes a lot for him to just spill his guts to you and you find it frustrating at times.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
like kuai liang, tomas maintains a good appearance out of discipline. he’s not really concerned with how he looks most of the time though.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
ABSOLUTELY. if anything were to happen to you, he’d be a much hardened version of himself. you’re his rock, and losing you would be detrimental to him as a person.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
tomas sneaks away at night just to look up at the stars. he used to do this a lot when bi-han was still apart of their clan. not because of the peace it brought him, but because it was the only time where he could break down.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
he dislikes dishonesty and betrayal. he already went through this with bi-han. he wouldn’t want to go through this again.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
tomas is also a light sleeper, always somewhat alert. if there’s an attack, he needs to be ready at any time. he prefers to sleep on his side, often holding you.
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New Tseng Headcanons!!
Tseng being a smug villain about blowing up the Sector 7 support pillar and dooming thousands to death, but also holding on to Aerith's letters for Zack because he can't bear to throw them away, which would be tantamount to admitting Zack is really gone. He's complicated.
Tseng can see the Whispers but is gaslighting Rufus about it to amuse himself
this is because Tseng is all ice-cold badass on the surface (like it's a matter of legend that he may have ever smiled once) but he's an absolute menace and he's secretly clowning everyone
it was him who stuck gum on the bottom of all of Reno's shoes
it was him who replaced Elena's bullets with blanks that one time so she thought she was a terrible shot for a whole day
it was him who anonymously circulated those embarrassing photos of Rude when he had his MC Hammer phase as a teen (Rude was not embarrassed in the least and maintains that he looked cool in parachute pants, with a flat-top fade)
it was him who threw a red scarf in with Rufus' laundry when they were in Junon and it was the only suit he brought, so he had to do a press conference in bright pink
it was him who taught Darkstar to bark wildly whenever Scarlet says the word "boring" or Hojo says the word "fascinating"
Tseng actually laughs really easily and has a very childish sense of humor. a lot of the times that he's being all silent and stoic and mysterious, it's because he literally has to bite his tongue to stop himself laughing at some stupid shit, and he can't talk while he's doing that
no one but Tseng's mother has ever actually heard him laugh (like really laugh not the villain laugh he does when he's making a theatrical scene about some evil shit he's up to)
Tseng smokes when he's stressed. no one in the fucking world knows about it and they never will. there is never even a molecule of lingering scent on him ever. the lengths he has to go to in order to accomplish this are….excessive, since no one would give a shit if they knew he smoked. he just doesn't like anyone knowing anything about him
on that note, no one knows where he actually lives. he keeps multiple dummy addresses on file with Shinra to throw the HR people off. the other Turks can't even figure it out because he always spots them when they try to tail him. like from 200 yards that asshole is supernatural or something
he considered Zack his best friend because they had several missions together and exchanged multiple sentences outside of work, due to their both caring for Aerith. it destroyed him that he failed to save Zack and he became even more cold, detached, and emotionally unavailable because of it. no one ever noticed any of this because he's a goddamn pro
he still has the letters
he's a huge dorky ridiculous Vincent Valentine fangirl and the secret president of the (admittedly very small) fan club
the fan club is called the TV Club, as in Turk Valentine, because that makes it sound like boring nerd shit that no one would be curious about if it happened to come up somehow
most of the TV Club members are retired Shinra employees who had crushes on Vincent back in the day, before he disappeared. the conspiracy theories regarding him being alive rival those of the famous Elvis truthers, and some of them get weirdly close to the real facts (those ones ironically are the most laughed at and least believed theories)
there is some very well written but anonymous reader-insert Rookie Turk x Agent Valentine fanfic on their message board, but no one can prove who wrote it
Veld is also in the fan club
so is Sephiroth for reasons currently unknown
people say Tseng's Turk Valentine cosplay is absolutely stunning (mostly because he's also beautiful, black-haired, and Wutaian) but they have no idea how how very much painstakingly historically accurate detail is in it. he had the suit custom tailored from a vintage midnight-blue worsted wool fabric that he had to hunt down because it's not in production anymore
he actually checked Vincent's old service sidearm out of the Shinra armory on supposed official Turk business to go with the costume even though everyone thought it was a replica, because real weapons are not allowed at the convention center. he knew. that was enough.
he wore the costume for the office halloween party, one year, but everyone at work just thought he got a new suit. Reno almost had a brain aneurysm over even that much, though, so it's probably for the best that they didn't notice.
however, the fact that they didn't notice the very obvious blood-red contact lenses made him deeply worried for the future of the Turks. everyone was required to attend remedial espionage training the next week, much to their bitching and moaning
@soundcrusher tagging you cause you said that you wanted to see this silliness. you brought it upon yourself! 🖤
#tseng of the turks#tseng ff7#tseng#headcanons#silliness#for funsies#final fantasy 7#ff7#final fantasy vii
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|| Bi-Han headcannons ||
Somewhat Ooc, put in random order
His father was more harsher and strict with him due to Bi-Han being the firstborn and heir, so Bi-Han never truly got to experience any fatherly love which was why he didn't view his father as anything other than the Lin Kuei Grandmaster and doesn't understand why Kuai Liang and Tomas speak so fondly of him
He ate raw meat once because he was hungry and was too impatient to wait for the meat to cook
Was a huge mama's boy since his mother was more gentle with him than his father, when she died it was like a small part of him died too
Hates Tomas because in his eyes, his father loved an outsider more than his own blood son since he treated Tomas nicer and didn't put pressure on him like he did with Bi-Han
Used to have staring contests with cats as a child, sometimes still does
Tells himself he doesn't need anyone, but his inner child is crying for someone to check up on him even if he refuses to let anyone in
When his mother died, he became emotionally numb/distant as a coping mechanism since he couldn't handle the grief
When he gets angry a mini blizzard or hailstorm will form around him
Still remembers Tomas and Kuai Liang's birthday
Grew up without a chance to grow up, never had the opportunity to be a child and if he did he was still expected to be responsible and mature
Hates eating hot food since he gets burned more easily
Feels like his family replaced him with Tomas when they first took him in, when Kuai Liang and Tomas "betrayed" him it only solidified this feeling
When he was a child, he saw Tomas getting bullied by some kids and stood up for him. Tells both himself and Tomas that it was because Tomas was part of his family and he didn't want him to mess up their reputation, but deep down it was because he knew how it felt to be singled out and targeted
Is capable of pissing snow and ice.
Doesn't know how to deal with emotions, not even his own
He makes it seem like he chooses to be alone when in reality it's because he has no idea how to socialise, spending all your childhood training and learning how to be Grandmaster doesn't leave much time for friends or family
Was raised to believe that he couldn't show any weakness or vulnerability and never truly did
His father made him believe power was everything, if he wasn't strong or powerful he was as good as nothing. He hates even being called or referred to as weak.
Likes parsley tea
Sometimes he catches a glimpse of a father and son having a good time and a pit will drop in his stomach. He'll try to shake it off but it never really goes away and always lingers just out of mind until the next time he sees another father and son.
Extremely petty, will remember every time you've ever wronged him even that one time you forgot to say hi to him during training at 6:55 am on 31st May at the Lin kuei training grounds.
Hates being told what to do, even if it's for his own good
Surprisingly good with kids, not the gentlest or kindest but will listen to them and go out of his way to look out for their well being
Sometimes he visits Madam Bo's if he needs advice, she was one of the few Lin Kuei members he respected on a personal manner. Doesn't like seeing her smoke, but doesn't say anything about it.
Is happily married to me, we had a nice wedding and are planning to adopt kids soon 🥰
A/n: I'm gonna ask him to cover his dick in ice and insert it in me. Might get internal frost bite, wish me luck 😊
#mk1#mortal kombat#bi han#bi han sub zero#sub zero#mk1 x reader#bi han x reader#bi han x gn reader#mk1 x gn reader#mortal kombat x reader
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✨Random headcanons that popped into my head, Hazbin hotel edition✨
This will include ships I ship, random things I feel like a character has/does/likes, and perhaps a new flavor of husband shenanigans. As you know I’m a multi-shipper in two senses: I like multiple ships for multiple characters, and I like multiple ships that has one half of the couple being the same throughout variations. Without further ado, here we go!
Starting off strong with the Big man of hell himself, Luci
Lucifer💫🐥🐍🍎: like most fandoms, I tend to have Luci enjoy sweets and have a special fondness for apples. I personally feel the Morningstar crest being apple-inclusive was Lilith’s idea, as Lucifer was depressed and she wanted to give Heaven a middle finger. Apples are both a nostalgic and bittersweet thing for Luci, but he can’t help but to continue in the indulgence. I’d imagine Lucifer would have a smoked-apple kind of scent about him, whether that’s from product or natural musk/energy depends on my mood. I also think that he was always a shape-shifter, and a lot of his forms were inspiration for creatures that would dwell on earth, as Lucifer was the favorite. I also think that fish and snake scales, fawn-spots, fireflies, bioluminescence, and flowers having scent was all Lucifer’s doing; although they were altered. He wanted the animals on earth to sparkle and be full of life, but was ultimately brought down, and “appeased” with similar. But entirely different outcomes. I truly believe that on top of short kings depression, he has PTSD, ADHD, and Autism on top of it. Once again, I don’t always stack that on him, but meh. I also have Lucifer in a constant glamour, hiding extensive damage from the fall, which only Belphagore, who cares for his medical needs, has seen. Usually for a ship his paramour gets to see eventually for plot. He has arthritis and does actually need to utilize his cane as a cane, but hates it. Hes socially awkward as everyone knows. Luci does have a royal guard to defend his palace and hellborns who live in pride, as they’re not sinners and therefore shouldn’t be exterminated. He can go full devil and definitely has done what some legends depict the devil of doing. Hes not proud of it, but it is what it is. This boi can be touch-averse due to trauma, but with his self-loathing and depression I believe it’d take a lot for him to voice that fact. I also don’t have Lucifer and Charlie’s relationship quite so distant as in canon. It’s still somewhat estranged, but Lucifer was helping her with the big changes. Such as moving into the hotel, and Vaggie. Which I’ll get into later.
Moving on, we have the Deerman!
Alastor📻🦌🔪: Alastor tends to represent non-sex repulsed in my version of him, but every once in a while I adjust where he is on the Ace and sometimes aromantic spectrum. I have Al as a man who has Antisocial disorder, so romance and interacting with others is as much of a mystery to him as it is to interact with the shady deerman himself. I bounce between Alastor’s hygiene being really good or really bad. Partly because of information from Viv, and partly due to the time period Alastor lived and died in. I tend to really lean heavily into his Cajun upbringing. This means that my Depiction of Alastor has a coming-and-going cajun accent that will slip out on the occasion he forgets to keep the Transatlantic accent going. Usually like when he wakes up first thing in the morning or when he has a moment of snapping emotionally. His mama bounces between being in hell and in heaven. The identity of who his birth father is, also bounces around. Once again, like basic fandom who add Alastor’s childhood into the story, I have his Mother as a POC, while his father is a white man who tends to be the toxic ticking time-bomb that starts Alastor’s decent into murder, madness and mayhem. I’m a big radioapple shipper and a big radio-silence enjoyer as well. So looking into a “well into the relationship” scenario in which the deer and the short king are dating, Cajun comfort food is a must when the little devil is having a day where he can’t make himself get out of bed. Still touch-averse, and in any relationship he’s in (whether romantic or QPR) he usually is quick to figure out a system to have his partner silently ask permission to give some form of touch or affection.
Once again, moving on! We’ll do the Princess of hell, Charlotte Charlie Morningstar!
Charlie🎆🌈💖🐐: I actually try to tone Charlie WAY down as far as the Disney Princess behavior she has in canon. (Dont hate on me, but I found her character VERY hard to swallow. I get she was sheltered being royalty and all but with a depressed father and a mother trying to raise an army against Heaven, I just don’t think she’d be so ditzy and gullible towards overlords and other demons. I also was very annoyed that showing authority with her role of future ruler was seen as “mean”) So I think she still has that bubbly and positive attitude, but is much more observant and guarded when Alastor first comes to visit. I also have Charlie lean more into her abilities as heir and as a Nephilim to deal with threats such as Valentino. Yes, Angel Dust was still pissed about Charlie bursting into the studio, but I’ve decided there was more of a serious confrontation before Charlie felt guilt for her actions of butting in. She’s a lot more confident in her skills as far as knowing how to lead, but struggles in getting people to listen to her, much like in canon. The difference is that she chooses to have a more down to earth description of how to try and redeem sinners. All-and all she’s more organized, a little less oblivious, and more fierce when she needs to be. She actually knew about Vaggie being an angel when she found her in the alleyway. The wings being ripped off was a give-away along with the gold blood. So she took Vaggie to Lucifer, who helped Vaggie recover and had her join the royal guard.
Okay. Final character for this group, but not for tonight, Vagi-I mean Vaggie!
Vaggie⚔️🌈🪽: For Vaggie I don’t actually have too much different from her personality in canon compared to the others. I think we’ll get more from her in season 2 now that the big angel secret is out of the way. Speaking of which, that’s my biggest change. When Charlie found Vaggie, it was immediately obvious that the woman was a fallen angel. So she was healed and helped into recovery by Lucifer and Charlie before joining Hell’s Royal guard and quickly raising up to be pretty high in rank. Lucifer assigned her to protect Charlie during the redemption project. She fell first but Charlie fell harder. I headcanon these two to be engaged during the events of the hazbin hotel, so Vaggie is technically an official member of the Morningstar family tree. She also has some self loathing, PTSD, and deals with minor intrusive thoughts. She struggles to stamp out any holier than thou emotions and judgements she learned and retained during her time with Adam’s army. She also has a hard time being casual which she bonds with Lucifer over. She secretly has always wanted to dye her hair pinks but will die before admitting it to anyone. Has a bit of a sweet tooth, hates most men, and rock as it gives her Flashbacks of Adam being Adam.
That’s pretty much it for these characters!
@bendy-n-stuff helped and made some of these ideas with me about these characters. So if I forgot anything, or if you want to add anything on, have at it, girlfriend.
As always questions, comments, and thoughts are appreciated. I love discussions and debates as long as we’re polite and respectful of each others opinions!
#froggy croaks#come out to socialize#hazbin hotel#deerboi#short king#charlie morningstar#Hazbin hotel Alastor#Hazbin hotel Lucifer#lucifer morningstar#vaggie hazbin hotel#vaggie morningstar#all the voice actors played their roles beautifully#any flaws in the show is gonna be from the script me thinks
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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)
Read Chapter 2 // Series Masterlist
Chapter 3
Summary: Tension between you and uncle Daemon increases as you realise your feelings might not be one sided.
Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking,
"When did you return?" Aemond walked towards Daemon to give him a hug and for a moment Daemon seemed as if he was in shock but eventually he wrapped his arms around his nephew and greeted him. What were the odds you thought, his actual nephew was in the same place at the same time and not just that but he had the fortune of bumping into you.
He was a fun guy, you couldn't deny that, it took him five minutes to win over everyone around him, as he sat down next to you you felt Daemon's eyes on you but as you looked at him he quickly averted his gaze. You wondered what kind of mess you'd get into if you were to start dating the guy next to you but Daemon wouldn't care right? You were not a child and nobody was allowed to tell you what to do, after the dinner before Aemond left to go join his friends he kissed your cheek and exchanged phone number with you, you both had decided to meet again tomorrow.
"Oh my godddd I'm so excited for you..this is exactly what you needed" Cassandra squealed as she wrapped her arms around you, as you hugged her back you noticed Daemon excusing himself to go smoke in peace. What was he thinking now? You didn't know why you felt so pulled towards him, maybe it was because of the way he seemed so broken that resonated with you. Or maybe it was the truth of the situation that you wanted your hot uncle to fuck you. Or maybe it was both.
"Don't get too excited..he's just a guy" you chuckled as you pulled away from her so she rolled her eyes,
"Well he's not Daemon i knowww" she giggled and blushed and it was your turn to roll your eyes, however deep down all you wanted was to be her, Daemon was Daemon and he was unique in his own ways. Even his own nephew couldn't compare to him.
"So how's it going between you two?" you cleared your throat as you both walked towards the beach,
"Well sex is good.."
You didn't need to hear that.
"Ofcourse"
"He's so different from other men i have been with..there's something about him you knowww" she mumbled as she started into the distance so you stopped walking and looked at her,
"He's emotionally unavailable right now cass, I hope you know that" she grimaced as you tried to knock some sense into her.
"Gee I don't care, sooner or later he's going to fall in love with me like they all do" she said proudly and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes,
"And you? What about you?"
"Well I do like him.. we'll see" she winked at you so you smiled. You wondered if she'd have gone after him if she knew how you felt about him. She had been with that one guy you liked in college but she didn't know you liked him. It has happened quite a few times where you found someone attractive but they only came to you because they wanted to get to her but that wasn't really her fault.
Her phone started to ring so she excused herself and walked away, that's when you decided to go check on Daemon, he'd have done the same for you.
At the secluded corner of the beach, you found him sitting by the water's edge, his feet almost in the waves. When you sat down next to he turned his head to look at you, his hair was a mess due to the heavy wind and all you wanted to do was kiss him, your thoughts were always filled with such images whenever you were alone with him
"Are you alright uncle?" You questioned him so he chuckled as if he was remembering something,
"You know you didn't use to address me like that when you were a child" you looked at him confused as he said that,
"What do you mean.. of course I did"
"Yeah, sometimes you did. Not always though.. sometimes you just called me Mister Daemon.. but now you just keep calling me uncle as if to remind me of our familial relationship " his gaze fixated at you and you felt your face heating up, he was letting his intrusive thoughts win here. What did he mean? Why did his words make you feel so bothered? Maybe you were doing it on purpose.
"Do I have to remind you?" You smiled softly so he chuckled and shook his head.
"It's not something i can afford to forget"
"Ummmm so your nephew..why were you so shocked to see him" You asked him to cut the tension between you two so he took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it into the waters.
"Haven't seen him since I left, he grew into a man ..I have been.. neglecting everyone..my family, my friends here..you lot" he sighed so you placed your hand on his forearm which immediately made him look at you again..
He placed his fingers on your chin and made you look at him since you were avoiding eye contact, for a moment you thought he'd lean in and kiss you but it was probably all in your head, maybe you were reading too much into his actions
"You fancy him don't you?"
He chuckled as he asked you before he put his hand away from you, everytime he was around you he found himself feeling a mixture of emotions, a part of him felt perverted and disgusted by his own thinking, another wanted to protect you in every possible way, he had just gotten out of a long term relationship, he was assured he still was in love with Stella then how come he had such conflicting feelings about his supposed niece,
"I don't know..yet. He seems nice but then all men do at the beginning..it's weird I knew he seemed familiar when I met him"
"He was at my wedding "
"Yeahh.. and he's your nephew..I don't know if I should..I mean you just got back and if things get messy between us it would affect all of us"
"Don't worry I'm not leaving so soon again" you smiled as he said that. You didn't want him to leave again.
"Sooo ummm you and Cass –"
"What about it?" He didn't even let you finish as if the mere idea of him and Cassandra bothered him,
"Nothing i… are you ..i mean.. nevermind" you squeezed your eyes as you fumbled with your words,
"It's just a fling darling" he quickly interjected,
"Well sometimes that's how it begins"
"I know..but I'm not ready for a woman like her..been there, done that already"
"What do you mean?" You raised your brows in confusion as he said that,
"You know what I mean..she's fun..but in life you need more than just fun"
"She can be more, she's not vapid or whatever you think of her..Are you slut shaming her?"
He raised his brows and smirked as you accused him, you felt as if you had to defend your best friend, that's what she'd have done too. Right?
"Nothing shameful about it if she wants to be a slut ..it's her life..her choice. But not every man is comfortable building a relationship with such a girl he knows he can't ever trust to be faithful" you bit on your cheek as he said that.
"Ohh then why did you marry a slut yourself?"
He tilted his head as you said that, you knew you had stepped out of line but you felt a bit annoyed at the moment, he was 43 so you kind of understood his traditional views but it still bothered you.
Would he feel the same way about you if you were to make advances towards him..even though you won't?
"I did.. and i regret it ..i wasted my youth on her, now I'm old and got nothing much to offer"
Now you just felt bad for him. This divorce has messed him up you knew that, he probably never would have returned if it wasn't for his marriage falling apart.
"You're still young uncle Daemon..I'm sure you have got a lot to offer but you need to stop being a slut yourself" he chuckled as you said that.
There it was, the world uncle that made him want to lay you down on his lap and spank you until you'd be whimpering underneath him.
"You're just like your mum"
"I hope that's a compliment!"
"Of Course..your father was always a blessed man"
Sucks that he had almost ruined his life once for a frivolous night of fun, he thought.
You watched Cassandra walking towards you two so you sighed, this was your queue to leave.
"Well good night then uncle Daemon"
"Goodnight darling Pixie" he answered softly.
"Oooh what was happening here?" Cassandra said, she had tried her best to keep her voice cheery like usual but you could tell she didn't really enjoy it whenever you were alone with Daemon. She had no right to feel that way though, he was your family, not vice versa.
That night you couldn't really sleep and when you finally did you dreamt of Daemon and his body on top of you as he fucked you slowly on that same spot at the beach you both sat on today. As you woke up you came back to reality, you couldn't wait for this vacation to be over so you wouldn't have to witness the romance between him and your bestie. .
That day while you spent it with Aemond, during the dinner when you all got back together you noticed Daemon's eyes on you, perhaps he was just worried about your equation with Aemond, but every time you looked at him he was looking right at you, he even smiled at times which made you feel giddy.
Daemon spent that night chilling with your parents so you spent yours with Cassandra, she couldn't stop talking about daemon, she even asked to see his older pictures so you showed her everything you had on your phone
"Lord he was so hot when he was younger, how did you not have a crush on him y/n?" You gulped as she questioned you. Only if she knew. He was the guy you pleasured yourself to for the very first time.
"He was like my uncle and I was 12 when we met, and he got married two years later" you lied to her so she shrugged in response,
"What about now though?"
"Well he's still like my uncle.. nothing has changed"
"Wooh I'm glad he wasn't here when we were in college, I'd have ruined his marriage" she giggled as she said that, she was way too confident about herself at times. Daemon never would have cheated, he was madly in love with Stella and he wasn't just the type of guy to do that, he believed in love and marriage, he believed in one for forever and maybe that's why he had stayed with her for so long..
"Why did he leave though?" She asked you while she let out a huge yawn so you sighed,
"I don't know.. something happened between him and my dad..they were going to be business partners ..i remember the trip we had taken to Venice together to celebrate the deal but something happened"
You could never figure out the truth though, nobody told you. Your mom always said she didn't know.
"I don't know what though.. everytime me or mum brought him my dad just pretended as if his bestest friend in the world never even existed.. sometimes i wonder–" you turned your head to look at her and she was fast asleep so you tucked her under the covers and got up to go back to your room,
As you stepped out of her room and took the elevator to yours you noticed Daemon fiddling with the key card of his room. He was blackout drunk it seemed, so you walked towards him and helped him open the door,
"You had fun i see" you mumbled softly so he smiled in his half drunken state, his eyes were heavy and you could tell he just wanted to lay down in his bed that very moment. As he stumbled on his feet you grabbed his forearms and helped him steady himself, you looked up at him since he was hell a lot taller than you and he had his eyes on you too which made you feel nervous again.
Before you'd do something really stupid and irreversible, you really wanted to turn around and leave but then he cupped your cheeks between his large hands and all your senses went haywire,
"You're a good girl aren't you?" He mumbled softly, his voice was barely a whisper, your response died in your throat as you felt his thumb rubbing over your lips in a caressing manner, the action didn't exactly seem innocent but he was drunk and you didn't want to read between the drunken lines, his touch ignited a fire within you but you knew you had to control yourself here or you'd end up ruining everything.
"Depends on whatever the definition of a good girl is for you ..uncle"
He leaned down and kissed your cheek tenderly, your brain was so foggy at the moment that you didn't even know whether the sound that escaped your mouth was a gasp or a moan, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clutched onto him and you felt his fingers curling around your waist. You felt his lips on your shoulders and this time you knew for sure that you had moaned ever so slowly in response.
You stayed like that for a moment before you felt him pulling away, maybe the hug felt too intimate and beyond the lines of how an uncle should be hugging his niece because he stepped away from you and immediately stumbled towards his bed to lie down. You walked towards him and took his shoes and socks off so he won't feel uncomfortable at night before you tucked him in and left the room.
God this was going to be super awkward tomorrow. You hoped he wouldn't remember it, a part of you felt guilty when you thought about Cassandra, no he wasn't her boyfriend and no they weren't exclusive or even dating in that sense but you still felt bad. As you reached your room you finally allowed yourself to fully register what had just happened, was he going to kiss you? Did he like you in that sense? Was he attracted to you too? Several questions bothered you but if the answer was yes to any of those questions then you were going to get in serious trouble, it was one thing to thirst after your hot uncle but having him reciprocate it would complicate things even further.
On last day of this trip all of you were supposed to go sightseeing together so you were waiting for Daemon and Cassandra to show up.
Aemond had joined you as well, he wanted to keep seeing you in London and as much as you enjoyed his company you felt as if you were being unfair to him, you didn't say anything to him though.
As Cassandra came walking with a sullen face you felt a bit concerned about her.
"What's wrong?" You asked her, your parents were looking at her as well, your dad was getting anxious to leave, it was the last day and he wanted to enjoy it.
"That old man is hungover af..like he was so rude and dismissive, I'm not going to talk to him again" her voice was loud and shrill as she spoke,
"Told you to not let him drink this much, he has always been lightweight" your mom looked at your dad before she turned to Cassandra "Hon it's not your fault..he just gets cranky"
"Let me call him" your dad stepped aside to give him a call so you looked at Cassandra again,
"Are you okay?" She groaned as you questioned her,
"He seemed so grumpy like a grandpa and just..gahh..he's so frustrating..he's really old isn't he?"
"Maybe he's not feeling well Cass..you don't have to attack his age..it can happen to anyone" you said in a half joking tone but you didn't like how she went straight for his age. Why didn't he come though? Was he avoiding you? Did he remember the scandalous rubbing of the lips and cheek kiss last night?
"Well he's indeed a grumpy old man..he just went off on me that he wanted to sleep" your dad said as he returned so you sighed, Cassandra hugged your father so he comforted her,
"He's so rudeeee" she complained again so you looked at Aemond and told everyone that you'd go check on him once.
"Do you want me to join you?" Aemond asked you so you told him politely that you'd be fine walking by yourself, he didn't complain either which you felt grateful for.
You felt Cass's eyes on you but ignored it, you just wanted to make sure he was okay, and maybe this would kill the awkwardness between you two if there was any.
As you knocked on his door, you waited with bated breaths, why did you feel so nervous around him like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher?
"Told you I wanted to sleep –" he opened the door and stopped speaking as he looked at you, his hair was dripping wet, there was a towel wrapped around his waist, his body wasn't the same as you remembered, he used to be one of those guys that were constantly sporting six packs but now he looked soft and maybe he had put on the extra vacation weight as well, and all you wanted to do was snuggle against his soft body.
"What is it Pixie?" He asked you softly, you were expecting him to go off on you as well. Why was he being so gentle with you?
"Ummm I just wanted to make sure you were okay.. Cassandra and dad said you were a bit snappy" you were looking at his bare toes because your face flushed every time you looked at his half naked body so he went inside to put on a tshirt as well as a trouser as quickly as he could,
"Nobody in your family knows of boundaries now do they?" he asked you as he came back to you and stood against the door frame to talk to you. You definitely didn't know a thing about boundaries.
"I'd leave you be then uncle" you turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm and turned you around, you came here to get rid of this frustrating sexual tension between you two and not add even more to it..
"I'm just hungover sweetheart" he mumbled softly so you nodded, you were still not looking at him so he grabbed your chin and as you looked up at him with your doe eyes, in that moment all he wanted to do was pick you up in his arms and forget everything about who you were to him and what sort of relationship he shared with you, he wanted to ruin everything.
"Do you want me to come?" He asked you and you gulped in response, your heart was racing so fast you feared you'd pass out from the sheer jitters you were feeling.
"It's the last day of the trip, it'd be nice to have you there"
He nodded as you said that, you didn't know just yet that he was going to be living with your parents for a while as he settled back in London, he let go of you and went inside to go change, he didn't even close the door so you did it for him.
Daemon wasn't a fool he could tell you were attracted to him but he was the older one here, he had to be the responsible one, he had to protect you from himself or he'd mess it up even more, and this time it'd all be his fault. He couldn't just treat you the way he treated Cassandra, not that he felt she deserved it but he saw her as a grown woman while with you he could never get rid of that sweet innocent face of your younger self he had in his mind when he left and now he had developed this stupid attraction out of nowhere.
Besides, this never would work between you two, your father would kill him, you both were ages apart and what could he give you that men in your age frame couldn't? Even if you were attracted to him, sooner or later you'd realise that things won't last between you two and he wasn't ready for yet another serious relationship, casual worked just fine for him but he probably needed to end things with Cassandra on this trip itself.
As you walked along with him and met up with your family, your parents were all smiles that somehow you had managed to convince him to come while in reality you had done nothing. Cassandra also hugged him as if he had never been snappy or rude with her.
While boarding the yacht daemon walked up to you and kissed your forehead but not in a manner that would raise alarms, it was just a sweet fleeting "I'm your favorite uncle" sort of kiss.
"Thank you darling" he mumbled so you shook your head and chuckled in response,
"No worries..you're family..we all wanted you to be here"
He nodded as you said that before he put his sunglasses down.
"No..I mean for taking care of me last night"
He walked away from you after he said that. He remembered. He remembered everything.
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Only Friends: Sand is becoming Ray's addiction
Something that leapt out to me from Episode 2 is that Sand is becoming Ray's new addiction, and the motif of fire/smoke is used to mirror the dynamic of their relationship.
Sand is the fuel to Ray's fire
When Sand lights Ray's cigarette in Episode 1, that was the official kindling of their relationship. They settle their differences and start afresh on a more amicable note. Sand agrees without protest because it's a genuine gesture of making peace. The act of igniting also parallels this being the first encounter where Ray appraises Sand through the lens of attraction. He eyeballs him as he leaves, as if seeing him in a new light.
In Episode 2, Sand once again lights Ray's cigarette. He is what fires Ray up, and will continue to fuel him. This is in reference to the sexual undertones in their relationship but also the care-taking dynamic which is developing between the two. When Ray feels down or lonely, Sand immediately extends his friendship or tries to cheer him up. He will be a light in the darkness that keeps Ray going.
Ray's nature is closely reflected in his addiction to alcohol. He needs a crutch; something to provide him with solace and reassurance. But due to the way he is, he has a tendency to become unhealthily attached to that very something.
Sand is very happy to be a source of support for Ray, but I don't think he's fully absorbed the extent of Ray's admission, "If you're my friend, you have to look after me in every way." Ray doesn't require his basic needs met as his circumstances do that already. So what Ray is referring to here is everything else: attention, love and care. Whereas Sand has offered his company within the confines of friendship, but nothing more. Sand doesn't seem to know about Ray's crush on Mew, which would give him an indicator that Ray has precedence of falling for his friends. Regardless, their respective stances on what constitutes a friendship are at odds with one another. 'I want you to give everything' (despite us just being friends) VS 'I'm not offering you everything' (in spite of us being friends).
Ray struggles to maintain boundaries without getting emotionally involved (because anyone who genuinely cares about him is seen as a form of love). Sand is trying to uphold boundaries whilst his actions say otherwise (his care for Ray derives from his impulse to be considerate, but that's not exclusive and it doesn't mean he intends it to come across as love).
When he's flirting with Ray, he stokes the fire, he quips back like-for-like because he doesn't want to be outdone or out-manoeuvred. But telling an addict "you're gonna keep wanting me" is playing precisely into Ray's weakness. Sand will eventually be both the object and enabler of Ray's addiction to him. And we know this because Sand already finds it very hard to say no to Ray, which means he won't be able to adhere strictly to the boundaries he set. He's going to contradict himself, and therefore seem like he's giving Ray mixed messages.
Fanning the Flames
Ray has a fiery personality, and his eagerness and passion are contagious. We see this in their love scene. Sand repeatedly hesitates. But Ray has a particular talent for riling and stirring him up through his continual flirting, and Ray knows it too. This fearless, upfront and confrontational quality in Ray is what Sand is massively attracted and drawn to, (which he gladly exploits to get Sand to give in), but is also the source of the fire that could potentially destroy them both.
I mentioned in a response recently that Ray has a 'fuck it' mentality, and Sand has a 'fuck that' mentality. Ray tends to throw caution to the wind and acts first, thinks second. 'Why not? What have I got to lose?' (Funny how the name of the bar is YOLO huh?) Whereas Sand is more rational, his 'fuck that' mentality means he tends to take a step back and observe, to call out behaviour that he doesn't agree with or he doesn't believe is 'right'. But what happens what that person is himself? What if he's not sticking to his own rules? What then?
"Yes, it's possible. But you need to be careful. Don't feel more than that. It's like playing with fire." Sand looks visibly troubled after he says this, as if he's recalling something specific in his mind. This line can be read in reference to either character. The most obvious being Ray as the source of fire. Which would mean Sand is saying this in response to previous bad experiences he's had and doesn't want to risk repeating. Alternatively, the more unlikely but intriguing option would be Sand as the source of fire. If so, this is a warning. He's aware that someone being entangled with him may end in disaster or self-destruction. Perhaps a sign that Sand can be irrational or unpredictable when in love, a stark juxtaposition to his usual, overly-rational persona.
Foreshadowing: Going up in smoke
Though Ray's attachment to Sand may not occur to him immediately (as Ray is stunted in the emotional maturity department), it will hit him hard when it does. The thing about an addiction is once you've realised you're hooked, it's far too late. It creeps up on you slowly. And that's why it's dangerous. Part of addiction is denial. Denial that you have a problem. Denial that you are drawn to the crutch you've come to rely on. You convince yourself that you can easily quit, that you can easily operate without it. And because of that, Ray is going to hurt Sand first. And when he does, Sand may choose to back off and put some distance in between them as an ultimatum.
If things do lead in that direction and Ray becomes aware of his reliance on Sand, suddenly having that torn away from him is going to cause a huge emotional upheaval. Like an addiction to anything, without it he won't be able to cope. He'll spiral. Withdrawal at it's worst.
There is the common saying that when something 'goes up in smoke', it's when all efforts have come to nothing. We could see both Ray and Sand's attempts to maintain just a 'friendship' backfire in their faces. And judging by how quickly things are moving in this show, this is going to happen sooner than we think.
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Kharmii Take: Meta-Human Liberation Army
Since 80% of active content creators into the Meta Liberation Army have blocked me by now, I'm free to throw out my takes that are contrary to popular fanon. Why not? It not like any of the others own these characters just because they've been into them longer.
This will get explicit so don't read if you are under 18.
First thing, the MLA people are terrible human beings. No, they aren't the 'good villains'. No, they aren't human rights activists who really care about each and every member of their secret army. If you believe they are then congratulations. You fell for the propaganda put out by the unhealthy xNFx mtbis among them.
That's not to say they aren't nuanced. Fans are allowed to like them and see good in them....it's just they are mostly irredeemable bastards. Not only are they terrible people, but they hit the ground running the moment they are introduced. There's ReDestro with Giran tied up in a chair with all the fingers cut off his smoking hand. Meanwhile, Skeptic uses his puppets to torture Twice both physically and emotionally. Curious uses Landmine to blow up random objects in the street, some of which happen to be living breathing people. Geten rolls a glacier over random citizens along with the Twice army. Even Trumpet who isn't seen torturing anybody with his own two hands still coldly watches people die around him and uses emotional manipulation against Spinner.
Bad Take 1: ReDestro saw the burdens of his bloodline as a prison. He was relieved when Shigaraki defeated him and took over.
WUT. That was the worst day of his life! -The worst day for all of them! They probably had to drug themselves to sleep at night after that.
There they were trying to put on a fun PR skit for the shits and giggles, but then it goes horribly wrong. Not only does ReDestro lose his legs, but thousands of people die when Shigaraki disintegrates several city blocks. Suddenly, they all go from being respectable members of society to criminals overnight. They probably all had such good gigs with Detnerat-Feel Good Inc-Hearts and Minds-Shoowaysha Publishing that they never planned for the MLA to come out of the shadows, or at least if it did, it would be baby steps. Between Trumpet and Curious, they would have tried to gain ground using media and legislation to make them relevant. After the LoV debacle, they were forced to come out of the shadows and fight a war. Not ideal.
Bad Take 2: ReDestro was a bootlicker who was absolutely star struck over Shigaraki being their new leader.
Not really. I see ReDestro as being a toxic ENFJ/P mtbi personality type. That means he's good at making anybody think he's their friend. He comes across warm and likeable, but in actuality, he's a phony and convincing liar. It's obvious all the MLA people are uncomfortable around Shig, and even ReD is bad at hiding it at one point. It's possible they know about All For One's influence and the hidden mechanism working behind the League of Villains. If anything about Shig intimidates them, it would def be that. Otherwise, they might all feel sorry for him if they knew what he went through, but in no way would they take him seriously as a leader.
That would make the other LoV members heading a regiment a clown show. The original MLA people are all professionals with plenty of life experience, except for Geten. Even Geten is a well-trained soldier from the time he was a child, and therefore he'd be more valuable than a rag tag bunch of good-for-nothings.
Quirk Awakenings:
AFAIK, only Geten and ReD had profound quirk awakenings due to extreme trauma and stress during training. I head canon that the others never went through enough hardship to obtain their own awakenings. Here's a question for the readers....what do you think they'd be? Would Curious be able to explode stuff through pure telekinesis? Would Skep be able to make his puppets speak? Would Trumpet be able to let out a primal scream and get anyone in earshot pumped? -Or something better? Those takes are rather boring and spur-of-the-moment. Help me out.
Character Analyses:
ReDestro: Like I said, he's a toxic ENFJ/P. With those types, it's often unclear if they actually believe their own bullshit, or if they are just really really good at making you think they believe their bullshit. Either way, their enthusiasm rubs off on people, and that allows them to emotionally manipulate people better. Sure, ReD cried after he murdered the mouse assistant, but his warped radical ideology let him think that was the correct and necessary step to make, as difficult as it was.
Said on another post that if it was true he welcomed Shig as a leader so he could shirk his own duties, then he'd have a change of heart later. Maybe one night he'd have a dream where his great great (x however many) great grandfather Chikara Yotsubashi aka "Destro" would appear before him and tell him, "You must retake your position as Grand Commander of the MLA. You must fix this huge fuck up the League of Villains turned it into. It has to be your capable hands that makes it right.."
ReD would agree wholeheartedly. He'd enthusiastically promise his ancestor that, yes, he'd fix it. -But then he'd wake up and be like, "Awww....DAMMIT!" because he'd be drugged up and restrained in prison to prevent 'stress' from activating.
Even though I head canon Trumpet as being a straight guy on his third marriage with eight kids, I still imagine lots of sexual tension between ReD and Trumpet. They are each other's emotional support, and I imagine them doing all the same cute stuff together that I've posted the Subway Bosses doing. IE: Falling asleep together on the train, or like one will drape a jacket over the other if he falls asleep at his desk.
They've messed around a bunch but have never had full on penetrative sex. The hangup is all Trumpet due to a past trauma. One time, ReD was training with Geten at like 2% stress. He made a gesture just as Trumpet walked by accidentally striking him and breaking a few ribs. Now ReD can tell Trumpet will always be afraid to be touched by him for fear it will lead to him being skewered by his stress dick at whatever percent by accident.
Geten: I'm not going to write about him much because I already wrote several posts and a whole-ass novella analyzing his personality. Let's just say he's like a son to ReD. He gets along really well with Skeptic but is colder to Trumpet and Curious. ReD totally purchased him as a child like an expensive pure-bred puppy. I'm 100% behind that fanon theory because it's too weird.
Skeptic: I admit it. I think Skeptic is a creepy incel. He's such an incel he failed No Nut November on the first day at exactly midnight. That's his yearly tradition. Srsly though, why haven't more people done fan fiction exploring the creepier side of Skep? He started out strong in the anime and then..... *thumbs down* *fart noises*
You'd think more people would have done fan fics about "Skeptic's creepy rape puppets" or something equally as entertaining. I thought my take was decent in my AO3 fic 'Trumpet's Trauma' where Skep and Shig worked together to torment Trumpet into attempting suicide. One would think that would be the standard MOD writing Skep. I made sure to make Skep's involvement in my writing vague so that he wouldn't be on the wrong side of ReD. As far as the evidence stands, there was no proof of Skeps involvement. It appeared to be all Shig's doing.
Since Skep has the surveillance shtick, I can imagine ReD asking for the link to Trumpet's shower cam. He's the pretty one they both like to creep on.
Curious: Manipulative bitch with a fun mischievous side. Trumpet tried to zero in on her straight away, but she let him down hard. She knows what he's about and sees right through him. Skeptic also simps for her, but she keeps him at arm's length. They actually get along well and are 'work spouses'.
I imagine at least once, Trumpet will be lecturing them about something, and Curious would bust out with, "This is why nobody likes you!"
Trumpet's face would fall because he's the type who wants and needs everybody to like him. Skep would smirk. Geten would be confused. After all, ReD likes him. ReD seems to like him a lot. After all, he often buries his face in Trumpets neck to take a long sniff Joe Biden style. Later, Geten would ask ReD about it, and the GC would reply that sometimes people have bad days and get to be assholes with each other.
After Curious's death, Skep made an online shrine to her that he updates about once a month after the initial photo dump. ReD looks in on it every so often, but not too often. It always makes him cry, and he's trying to stay upbeat. After Shig's death, Skep made an online shrine to him called, "The Good Things Shig Did" where he posts pictures of Shig holding puppies or hanging out with his friends. In case you're wondering how Skep managed it, I head canon he escaped in Season 7 by making a puppet of himself carrying out his equipment and then becoming detained. That could possibly be where he'd achieve a quirk awakening allowing his puppets to talk.
Trumpet: The boring sensible guy that always looks worried in fan art....and well he should. He'd been promised nothing but good times joining a fascist cult. Sheesh though...artists shouldn't draw him looking like a hand-wringing housewife or beleagued soccer dad. He's supposed to be a greaseball politician. Someone did a post recently I didn't respond to, but they head canoned the following:
I already made a beautiful wife and young children for Trumpet. The wife's name is Shigemi Hanabata (花畑 茂美), also known as Preach (せっきょう/Sekkyō). She is a member like him and has a useful quirk called Propaganda (宣伝/Senden), an emitter type that causes people to believe everything the user says as long as they either trust or find them attractive. Their children have mixed variations of Incite and Propaganda, one of them being called Excite.
That would be the arranged marriage his family made with his first wife. He's a sensible guy, and he would have realized that combination of quirks would create an advantageous quirk marriage resulting in powerful offspring. Unfortunately, Trumpet has a wandering eye, and that would destroy his first and second marriage.
His third wife would end up being Uwabami, the tall hot blonde model with snakes in her hair. It's unclear how the combination of 'incite' and 'snakes in hair' would be an advantageous quirk marriage, but Trumpet's diiiiick, erm, gut instincts told him to keep an open mind.
It doesn't behoove a politician to be such a sleezebag, but it's not like Trumpet's political party is one of the mainstream parties. He's also an unhealthy solid ENFJ mbti. Like any modern politician irl, he uses emotional blackmail to guilt the most gullible of suckers into supporting the cause of liberation. He'll do shit like convince all the heteromorphs he's their advocate, but then when he's in private with those closest to him, he'll admit he doesn't give a sweaty donkey's balls about heteromorph rights; he's just using them to gain money and power. That's the mindset he'd have watching Shig use decay on a bunch of them after he just used 'incite'.
Trumpet would be an insufferable two-face, like he'd belittle Spinner when they're on opposing sides, but then he'd pull the advocate shite the moment the PLA is formed.
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Creepypasta Headcanons: Bloody Painter
(TW: Murder, bullying, and child abuse)
Helen Delilah Otis was born on October 1st, 1992 to Cassandra and Joseph Otis.
Growing up, he had a lot of pressure due to his parents’ high expectations and control.
He was often emotionally abused and forced to dress like a girl and was treated like a girl since his parents wanted a daughter and not a son.
It wasn't until he was six years old that his parents decided to dress him like a boy when he started school.
Even after that, his parents continued to abuse him behind closed doors by criticizing him and insulting him just for being born as a male instead of a female.
As a result, he grew as a quiet kid and was bullied a lot by his peers since he mostly preferred to be by himself.
He started to draw when he was 8 and they often violent drawings such as him killing his parents and himself hanging from a noose.
As a result of the trauma, he started to become a narcissistic, hateful person who wanted to one day teach all those who hurt him wrong.
His first victim was Tom, his only friend since elementary school who he pushed off the roof.
However, due to a lack of evidence the court decided not to press charges.
He went to an art school after college where he would eventually meet Mary Vaughn who he became one of his closest friends.
2 years later, he would meet Sully Woods who he would end up falling in love with.
He helped Jane and Sully into creating the infamous Jeff the Killer photo while Sully was the one who made up the nickname.
While at first, Helen laughed about it, he would be the only one who secretly regrets his actions after Jeff had later went on a murderous rampage due to the bullying.
Before Jeff had went on his murderous rampage, Helen was sent to a mental hospital due to a series of murders he committed in his college dorms (Sully was at home when it happened while Mary was on a date with Jane).
He would later reunite with both Mary and Sully after Sully had broken him out of the hospital out of fear of Helen getting hurt by Jeff.
He's one of the original members of the Jeff Hunters which was found by Jane and Sully.
He's very smart and can cover his tracks very easily which is why he's the brains of the team.
He's a night owl and a light sleeper.
His favorite color is blue.
He's a neat freak and he hates leaving messes of his crime scene.
He's currently in a love triangle with Judge Angels and Sully.
He had a semi-netural friendship with Clockwork even though he thinks she's too impulsive.
He has a habit of collecting little trinkets and mementos from his victims, much like the little items that often pop up in their surroundings.
His art room has many sculptures he makes from his victims and paintings he makes with his victims' blood. He keeps them as trophies of his murders.
He loves music and will sing along to songs in their head while he paints or draws.
He is non-binary but often prefers he/him pronouns.
He has a daughter named Mona who was an accidental pregnancy when he and Judge Angels got drunk during New Years.
He has autism and he has internalized ableism due to his trauma with his parents who were very ableist towards others with disabilities.
It is unknown what happened to his parents and where they are now but it's been hinted at many times that he murdered both of them prior to him getting into college.
He's secretly a fan of country music and K-Pop.
He's friends with Jane, Mary, and Jessie.
He's netural with Randy because he thinks Randy is too rambunctious.
He's a great cook and he's often the one responsible for making the meals for his team (when Randy is not making pot brownies).
He doesn't like alcohol or smoking very much and he only drinks on special occasions.
He is quite fond of psychological horror films, since they remind him of his own descent into paranoia and madness.
He watches Bob Ross whenever he needs inspiration (which Sully has made fun of many times).
He's a big fan of anime, especially horror anime with creepy imagery.
He also loves to watch Twin Peaks, American Horror Story, Hannibal, Black Mirror, and the X-files.
Though he is not an avid reader in comparison to Judge Angels or Jane, he enjoys the works of H.P. Lovecraft, Victor Hugo, Edgar Allen Poe, and Stephen King.
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Not ready [PART B] - HEADCANON
A/N: This was requested by @zarazmnie-cos; WARNINGS: None, but you might get your heart broken. F!Reader SUMMARY: When they are not ready to commit to a relationship just yet... INCLUDES: ☆ Choso, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Toji, Utahime, Yaga, Ijichi ☆ → PART A -> If you enjoy my fics, please consider buying me a ko-fi, thank you!
CHOSO… He’s half cursed spirit. That’s enough to make him convinced that he doesn’t deserve you anyways. He’s not fully human like you or others. He might feel human emotions, but essentially he’s too inexperienced to sort out most of his feelings. Emotionally he’s on the level of a child that’s only just learning to deal with certain emotions. But he’s not stupid at all, he knows that he’s not good for you. So no matter how much his heart yearns for you, his mind reminds him that he’s not the right choice for you. He’s not what you need and he’s dangerous. Choso knows that pretty much from the start, he’d put on his apathetic facade when you’re around just so he wouldn’t give you any false hope. But it’s difficult when just your smile melts his heart. At one point he’d catch himself wanting to hold your hand. When he decides for himself that he needs you to realise that he’s not the one for you he’d be plagued by his inner turmoil. It takes him a long time to build up the courage to tell you all that, and he regrets it almost instantly when he sees the fake smile on your lips, while tears fill your eyes and you just tell him everything’s alright. Both of you know that it’s a lie.
SATORU GOJO… For what it’s worth Satoru can be romantic and full of rizz, but a real relationship? He’s not the guy for that. In a different universe, maybe. But as of now, with how things are in this situation? Absolutely not. He’s loyal and he does have a big heart, no one can deny that. But not enough to commit to a relationship, especially when he has such clear goals in mind (turning around the Sorcerer Society). He’s too committed to his students and his goal to commit to something else. He wouldn’t show you any sadness or regret when he lets you down. Moreso, he’d put on a smile to hopefully not hurt you too much, but a few hours later, when he sits in his private room and looks at the sunset he can’t help but wonder if maybe he made the wrong choice.
SUGURU GETO… With his goal of wiping out all non-sorcerers he’s got his hands full. He’s collecting curses left and right, all the time he has is spent with his two daughters. There’s simply no time for a real adult relationship. Not that he would be sad about it particularly. He’s already experienced the pain of being left behind and losing himself in the shadow of someone else. He’s not really fond of it possibly happening again if you decide to leave him behind once you realise what his actual goals are. He’s left you in the dark for most of his plan and his doings, but the risk of you walking away from him is too grave for him to outweigh the happiness you bring him. It’s with a lot of pain (hidden behind his nihilistic smile) that he tells you to find someone more suited for you. Possibly he’d even throw in an insult, just to make it easier for you to hate him and move on. Because after all, he does want you to be happy.
SHOKO IEIRI… Now this woman can be very casual but also stoic, the purpose of both of these traits is to hide her true feelings. She opts to keep her own emotions hidden, showing less of her personal feelings each time. It’s due to this that she often forgets how to engage in her own feelings. If you haven't been in touch with your emotions, how can you distinguish them? It’s become a habit for her, just like smoking. It would even take her a little while to notice that you’d want to be close to her romantically. Having lost too many people and being ridden by waking nightmares of the injuries she has to treat, she’s not someone who easily relies on others. She’s closed off and that wouldn’t change. She’s someone who’d rather sabotage her only chance with you instead of getting out of her comfort zone to be happy. Shoko’s blunt as she smokes in front of you, telling you that there is no chance for the two of you. She’s tactful enough to wrap the words in nice sugar-coating but it doesn’t soften the blow at all.
KENTO NANAMI… He’s strict about it. Nanami doesn’t commit to any relationship as long as he is an active sorcerer. That’s what he swore to himself, and that’s what he holds himself to. It doesn’t matter that your smile is enough to brighten not only his day but his entire world. It doesn’t matter that your soft voice is more melodic to him than any summer symphony. It certainly doesn’t matter that it just feels so right when you hold his hand. He cannot and will not put you in any danger if he cannot guarantee your safety, much less his own. But he’s not the type of person to break your heart in a cold way. He’d invite you for one last date, telling you that his lifestyle is too dangerous to get close to you. It hurts him to see you cry. Oh how he just wants to hold you in his arms and wipe away your tears.
TOJI FUSHIGURO… After the death of his true love he let himself go in the terms that he became reckless and didn’t care about anything anymore. After the marriage with his second wife he told himself to not ever let his feelings come into play again. Even if he didn’t love his second wife anywhere as much as he loved his first wife. He is known to be ruthless, but he’s not truly heartless. Now that you came along it would be difficult for him to hold himself true to his words. You have a way to get close to him and always find holes in his walls. But the life he lives is not a life for you. He’s not willing to get out of this rut that became his comfort zone. He doesn’t show you any emotion when he tells you in a rather impolite way to leave him alone. He’s numbed himself to not feel anything, so he can continue to appear like the heartless and cold assassin for hire.
UTAHIME IORI… You don’t know what’s going on inside her head, she’s not the type of person to talk about everything she thinks about. She’s also trying to be proper and well mannered at all times. Something that drew you in at first, but now it’s the cause of distance between you two. While you’d want to be closer, to be with her, she’d keep you at an arm's length and never tell you why. It’s painful to say the least, since you thought that you guys hit it off well. Eventually however, she’d tell you that she’s simply not ready for a committed relationship. Without any reason, she’s leaving you to guess and assume, albeit it doesn’t matter in the end, things were over before they began.
MASAMICHI YAGA… It should come to no one’s surprise that the man who devotes his life to creating cursed corpses is not particularly the best choice for romantic partners. What many don’t know about him is that he was married once, which ended in a divorce for reasons he doesn’t like to discuss. You wouldn’t be wrong to assume that his countless secrets (about his cursed corpses), his constant working and his dangerous life as a sorcerer in general was the reason for it. Much to his dismay, he it’s become his comfort to work too much and spend every minute creating (or thinking about) cursed corpses. He cannot let you in too much, or else he’d risk you being a target. It all comes down to the cons outweighing the pros of your (could have been) relationship, and ultimately he tells you straight up that he is not ready for this kind of commitment again. He’s stern and reserved as you try to fight the tears but even if you’d yell at him or insult him, he would bear it because he’d know you need this to move on.
KIYOTAKA IJICHI… Ijichi’s entire life revolves around his job, he might seem like someone who’s useless on the front, but practically all the paperwork is on his desk. Outside of exorcising curses he runs everything, even doing paperwork for countless other sorcerers (among them: Gojo and his students), that barely leaves any room for hobbies or romance. Even the fact that he met you is somewhat of a miracle for him, that you want to spend time with him is something he still cannot fully grasp. But as much as he would love to be with you, he’s also immensely anxious and insecure in himself. It’s the first time he’s ever in a situation like this. His work (that he loves) and his insecurities are getting the better of him. He would have immense trouble telling you straight up, because he’s a coward in that sense. He’d write you a letter but eventually with everything going wrong all the time he would lose it somewhere and you’d never know what happened. You’d simply wait for him to contact you, text or call but there’s just nothing anymore.
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