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Hello!! Can you please do lnd men where the reader gets dizzy easily for example in car if there's no music or they're not sitting at the window they get dizzy orif there's a strong smell at the vehicle they get dizzy like how would they react to that?
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â â â â â ïœĄ WHEN YOU FEEL DIZZY IN THE CAR .á ïœĄ
featuring: rafayel. zayne. sylus. xavier. caleb x reader.
áč cw. fluff. mentions of dizziness + lightheadedness.
â anâ hiii pookieee!!!! omg i literally apologize for how this took longer but i hope you enjoy these bunch & itâs sweet enough for you! also, make sure you take care during/after times you may feel a bit dizzy âĄïž future doc orders heređ»
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rafayel.
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has this tender worried look etched onto his face the moment he notices you looking uneasy.
if you admit to him that you were feeling dizzy in the car, he would roll down the windows so you could get some cool fresh air and then ask how you feel after.
"should i take you to the hospital? no? are you sure?"
closing your eyes now, youâd manage to laugh about how it doesnât feel that serious, just to make him less worried because ironically, he would be the one whoâs more stressed.
if heâs driving & can pull over, he will. if not, heâll drive slower, smootherâmaking sure you feel safe until he can stop somewhere or even home.
knows how woozy you may be feeling regardless, so he would hold your hand in his to keep you grounded as his way of not wanting you to go through the feeling alone and would keep glancing back at you more than the road.
when you get home, heâd ask if you can walk or if you'd want him to carry you.
settles you to rest on the couch then comes over to add more pillows to keep you comfortable so you can relax for the rest of the day.
makes you drink lots of water too then moves to open the windows at home too.
asks how youâre doing again after the 110th time you told him youâre better because he really wants to make sure.
"it's hard for me to see you unwell you know."
also asks if you need anything and when you tell him you just want to cuddle, heâd be happy to and reassures you that youâll fully be a-okay after sleeping and waking up.
still talks gently here and there while youâre sound asleep in his arms.
when you wake up he asks again how you feel. âfeeling better? good.â
lightly chuckles with you after on how you looked like a dizzy bean emoji but in a cute endearing teasing way of course (even though seeing you dizzy made him a worried parent.)
zayne.
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zayne notices before you even say anything. the second your posture shifts or your breathing changes, his attention would be on you.
âdizzy?â he would ask softly and all it would take is for you to confirm it before he would already either have the window up with the ac on or down for fresh air depending on what needed to be done to avoid making you nauseous.
prioritizes you no matter the level of how bad it feels for you.
parks somewhere better, safe and quiet & would have a bottle of water ready in the center console storage.
helps hold it for you with one hand and the other behind your head.
his doctor instincts would kick in without thinking and heâd ask questions and give instructions.
âhow bad is it? âdo you feel lightheaded or nauseous?â
âokay, close your eyes. now breathe slowly. hereâgently press your forehead against the seat. itâll help.â
when you get home, he would also carry you and would help you take off extra layers of clothes so you feel less suffocated and so it doesnât happen again.
would make you herbal tea or some sugar tea to drink then gives you medication to help.
âyour blood sugar levels mightâve dropped."
if you tease him for being in âdoctor modeâ he would just simply smile a little and crouch to your level then say something like
âtease me all you want but iâll always put your health first.â
because doctor or not, youâre his #1 priority.
(affectionately) lectures you about you needing to stay away from doing things thatâll trigger your stress/dizziness while youâre in his arms in bed.
if you tried to talk he shushes you and kisses the top of your head instead so you sleep.
monitors you a lot more (than usual) since then.
you'd hear more "no. and i mean it, doctorâs orders."
you wonât ever have to face dizziness/lightheadedness when youâre with him as much after that. and in the car, in most cases, the window would be already down/up depending on whether you need fresh air or not, to prevent it from happening .
sylus.
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notices when you instinctively touch his arm and asks âwhatâs wrong?â
the moment you tell him how you feel, he doesnât panic since he also doesnât want you to too.
slows down the car and helps you recline your seat back a little and adjusts your seatbelt/unbuckles you so you can relax your head.
âlie down, and close your eyes. do you need me to get you water from the nearest store?â
asks if itâs okay to continue driving & if it is, he drives carefully making sure the car ride is smooth as well.
âhere, take my hand and keep closing your eyes if it gets bad.â
plays a calming & soothing music right after to help you.
later, whether or not you can walk & are feeling better, heâd carry you bridal style inside and would gently settle you on the bed when youâre home.
reads about what to do to stop/prevent it again and what to make for you to eat.
spoon feeds you soups/meals he made that can help.
âsylus you do know i can feed myself right?â
âi know sweetie, but let me.â
pampers you the whole day.
although he notices when you act even more dizzy for his attention, he chuckles to himself about it but still obliges by taking care of you and doesnât mention it.
xavier.
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super gentle about it. his whole demeanor softens the second you tell him.
places a hand on top of your head to see if youâre running a temperature first.
âare you sick?â
when you tell him itâs from a super strong random smell from outside that's getting you this way, heâd have the windows up and turn on the ac.
âwill it help if you lean on me? i donât mind, i just want you to feel okay.â
once you get home, he doesn't leave your side unless it's to go get you water or medicine he got.
offers to cook you something.
orders it instead because itâs already one thing to worry about than burnt food.
searches online and finds out that meat helps.
âi knew it. see, it's like i told you. meat always helps everything.â
he would say to you, making you both laugh.
makes you some ginger tea before the food arrives.
âi read this will help too. careful, itâs a little hot so take slow sips. here, let me..â
while feeding you, he would ask if you overworked yourself these past few and if you say yes he would do everything else for you from then on.
âif you take a nap now, youâll feel even better soonâ
if you ask if he wants to sleep too heâd say âno, not yetâ and that he prefers watching you fall asleep first as he puts a blanket over you.
plays quiet music as well at home to help you & comes back next to you, to watch you slowly fall asleep.
(ends up falling asleep next to you once you're long asleep)
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catches it when you stop midway your sentence and start blinking and shaking your head.
âhey what's the matter?â
when you let him know, he gently takes your hand in his as he drives carefully to looks for a parking spot.
he has even more reason to protect you by the way.
heâd be worried but keeps a calm face for you as he tells you to relax your head and to lie back on your seat.
cracks the window down just right as well.
âeasy, iâve got you. yeah just close your eyes for a sec and breathe with me, okay? yeah, just like that.â
praises you softly as he comforts you all through.
"good girl."
when you get home, he would do anything that wouldnât have you stressed or bending down.
if you tried to do something, heâs got it covered instead.
âoh no you donât.â/ânot on my watch.â
while you're resting your eyes, he would ask âdo you need anything else?.. like more water? more pillows?.. or maybe⊠me?â
youâd fully open your eyes to give him this look
(depending on your reaction *mild shock, a smirk or a ??*)
â*softly laughs* geez i meant like a cuddle, princess.â
rubs his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly during the cuddle, not even realizing heâs doing it and talks with you on how you fit perfectly into him because of times like these too.
even days after you say youâre fine, he still watches you more from the corner of his eye, until you call him out on it.
still does everything and around the house for you even after you feel better and makes sure you eat/drink enough, exercise & sleep better.
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⥠Sharing a Dorm âĄ
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Synopsis âYour dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.
Characters âKatsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.
A/N âbeginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!
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Katsuki Bakugou
â„ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.
â„ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?
â„ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.
â„ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.
â„ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.
â„ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.
â„ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."
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Shoto Todoroki
â„ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.
â„ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.
â„ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.
â„ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.
â„ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.
â„ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.
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Izuku Midoriya
â„ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.
â„ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.
â„ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."
â„ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.
â„ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.
â„ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.
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Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time!
This is a response to this anon request: Hii can i request wind breaker boys : bofurin and shishitoren with a reader that love to flirt and hard to flustered although they tried to do it back? Thank you
Authorâs Note: Thank you, Anon, for being my first Wind Breaker request! I feel like we were on the same wavelength because I was planning on doing a flirt fic/headcanon, but you beat me to it! Unshy and bold is how I like to write my readers, too!
Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Characters. Not smut but highly suggestive in some parts. Use of the word slut in the beginning background piece, a brief examination of the word and scenarios in which itâs weaponized. If youâre not into that, feel free to skip that part. But Iâve seen what some of you all are into and seen some of those reblogsâyou know who you are, so spare me. Youâre also a major flirt. Like, youâre at a 10 on the flirt scale. Go, you! Nothing too explicit, but hereâs what weâre working with: mention of panties in Sakuraâs. Kaji needs to learn to keep items inside of his mouthâŠunless? Suo intends to punish you so pick a god and pray. Hiragi needs you to chill outâŠbut say more, please. Umemiya is too shy to ask you to call him Daddy (please call him Daddy). Togame tells you what youâll be sitting on by the end of the night (also mention of alcohol in his). Nirei is a cute little bean <3. Minors Donât Interact.
As always, I appreciate comments, reblogs, and likes. Requests are as open as my legs are for Haruka Sakuraâs dick.
Word Count: 2.8K
Dividers by Saradika. Story banner by me.
Background: How You Got Here
Youâve always hated the word âslutâ
Itâs not that you wouldnât personally consider yourself one. Depending on your ideologies, reclaiming the word can feel liberating and you find that to be true for yourself.Â
You consider yourself to be naturally flirty, sexy, bold, and charismatic. You can also be a bit of a tease and have slut-like-tendancies in the bedroom, so, sure, a slut. And for the right person or people, if youâre feelinâ nasty, youâre willing to be whatever they want you to be.Â
Youâve just grown to hate the word because slut is often used to mischaracterize a woman that men often canât understand.Â
They canât, or choose not to, understand a woman who is vocal about who she wants and how she wants it.Â
They call women sluts who do the chasing.
They call women sluts who fuck on the first date.Â
They call women sluts who donât fuck on the first date.Â
The word slut has lost all meaning.
Patriarchy issues aside, this wouldnât be a problem if you didnât also have a mouth on you. So when some low-life-loser cat calls you from across the street, asking if you got a man and then calling you a slut because you chose not to answer in front of his five loser friends, you turn around and yell, âSorry, buddy! Experiencing disappointing sexual experiences isnât on my bingo card for tonight!â
âWhat the FUCK did you just say to me?â
And contrary to what some may say, you arenât fucking stupid. You know what happens to women when a man hates them and decides that youâre the object of their rage.
So, you often find yourself running in situations like this. Running until your lungs are about to explode and the only thing keeping you going is adrenaline and the fear that that wordâand your mouthâmight get you snuffed out.Â
Youâre looking over your shoulder as your assailants close the distance, painfully aware that this canât go on for too much longer when you collide with someoneâs chest. Strong hands grip your arms, anchoring you in place.Â
You look up, expecting to see one of the men from the group but youâre instead taken aback by the stranger in front of you. He seems like the kind of boy youâd let call you a slutâ-his close-mouthed smile disarms you, and even though it doesnât reach his eyes, youâre almost certain heâs someone you can trust. You donât have too many options right now, anyway!
His tassel earrings swing as he raises his head from looking down at you, and his eyes follow the sound of running feet emerging from the alley.Â
âOh? You look like you could use some help. Stand over there for me?â He tilts his head when asking you the question, but part of you feels like heâs not really asking, so you nod and watch with bated breath as the young man methodically mows down every one of the men.Â
Afterward, he turns to you, pristine and perfect, âI canât let you walk home alone after that.â
âSure,â you say, taking his outstretched hand. Whatâs your name? I have to know the name of the person who just saved me.â
âOh, I guess thatâs a fair point. My name is Hayato Suo. Itâs nice to meet you despite the circumstances.â
Itâs not long after that event that you fall into the protection of the Bofurin & Shishitoren men; your natural charisma quickly gets you in their good graces and earns you a special spot among their ranks. You give off mascot vibesâif mascots were cute and didnât have gigantic, scary bodies!
Hanging out with them means being yourself without experiencing judgment or retribution. Your laid-back persona and flirting are met with laughs, blushes, and even sometimes flirtation in return. Youâve never felt more at home than with them.Â
Haruka Sakura
Flirting with Haruka Sakura is like flirting with a brick wall; either he notices and chooses to ignore the situation as his face turns a crimson red, or heâll yell at you for being a pervert in public. And both of those reactions are equally cute, so when one day youâre sitting at a booth at Cafe Pothosâ-with Sakura, Suo & Nireiâ-you decide that this is the perfect environment to get him riled up.
You gently knock your shoe against Sakuraâs, which earns you an eyebrow twitch as he continues to shovel food into his mouth. Oblivious as always.Â
You do it again to prove that it wasnât an accidental nudge. Sakuraâs eyes shoot up to yours, frantic because this is something you would do. His eyes are met with your innocent smile and subtle shoulder shrug.
As you all continue eating (excluding Suo, who enjoys a cup of tea), you gradually move your foot up his leg until it rests between his thighs. Sakura is trembling like a leaf, eyes darting between the faces of your friends, who could very well notice that youâre trying to get him to play footsie under the table. What if they notice?Â
The meal concludes; Suo and Nirei exit the restaurant, and you and Sakura linger for a bit. Part of you hopes that heâll call out your behavior, but heâs doing his best eye-avoidant routine. As you rise to leave, Sakura stops you, grabbing you by the hem of your sleeve and pushing you into the last booth at the back of the restaurant, where the line of sight is blocked.
Sakura climbs on top of you, your bodies crammed into the leather booths in a way that feels deliciously intimate. His hands are holding your arms at your sides, and his knee settles in between your thighsâand you are now more than ever painfully aware of how high your skirt has bunched up as his knee is dangerously close to brushing up against the seat of your panties.Â
âY-you canât control yourself in public, can you!?â Sakura practically spits out. Heâd sound angry to anyone else, but thatâs not what you see in his eyes.Â
You look up at him, mesmerized by his vulnerability and the proximity of his well-placed knee. "Do you want me to stop, Haruka?â
He again avoids eye contact with you, but the way he bites his lip gives him away, âNo, I-i didnât say that.â
Akihiko NireiÂ
âHave you added anyone else to that book of yours, Nirei?â
Nirei beams at you. Youâre one of the few people who takes an interest in the compendium of facts and stats heâs collected about the others. He flips through the pages and starts pointing out information heâs added since youâve last spoken.
You nod along, taking a genuine interest in what he says; you barely notice your hand moving up to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. His cheeks tinge pink, and he stutters as he continues to read to you.
After heâs done hyper-fixating, a comfortable silence sits between you.
âWhat do you have about me?â you say, leaning closer to him. Youâre teasing him; you donât exchange blows like the subjects in his journals, so thereâs no practical reason for him to collect information on you. Thatâs what you think until he reaches into his back pocket and brandishes a small notebook with your name on the front.Â
âI-i uh have the basic demographics, but uhâŠstill need the more personal things like your favorite color and food.â
âWhat about my bra size?â
âB-braâŠ.â The pencil in his hand snaps, and he looks everywhere but at you. âI uh⊠s-sure! Iâll take that if youâd like me to!â
You laugh; you genuinely find him endearing. âIâm kidding! We havenât even had our first date yet, Nirei!â
He looks at you, pulling out a new pencil from seemingly nowhere. âWell, once I find out what food you like, Iâll add the anniversary date of our first date here, too.â
Ren Kaji
Flirting with Kaji feels dangerous, but you do you, friend. You, as an individual, and the way compliments flow easily from your lips makes Kaji uncomfortable, and he admittedly doesnât understand why someone as gorgeous as you gives him the time of day. It isnât until you somehow become closer that the absence of your flirting with him sets off blaring alarm bells.Â
Are you ok?Â
Who did this to you? Â
Who does he have to kill?!
As you thumb through the vinyl at your local record store, you feel a bump against your shoulder. You look up and see your favorite platinum blond guard dog; his headphones are settled around his neck, heavy metal pouring from the earphones. His piercing gaze is a clear indication that you might be in trouble. Oops.Â
âYou mad at me or somethinâ?â
You raise an eyebrow at him, âMad? Why do you think that?â
âYou havenât been pestering me lately, and it feelsâŠodd.â
You can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, even with the round sucker placed snugly in his mouth.Â
âOhhhhhh, no, Kaji! I was giving you a break, but if you insist on flirting, how about-â
âShut up,â he pulls the sucker out of his mouth and presses it against your lips, watching as you purse your glossed lips and kiss the candy. Neither of you breaks eye contact; an unspoken threat between you dares the other to yield first. His eyes narrow as you poke your tongue out and stroke the sides with intentional, slow licks.
âTch!â he turns quickly, marching away from you. Despite his back being turned, you can tell by the way his arm raises that heâs now placing that saliva-soaked sucker in his mouth.Â
Hayato SuoÂ
Suo might be one of two people on this list who might be a worthy opponent for you. How do you flirt with someone who is perpetually unbothered? Good question! I see your flirting as back-and-forth quips, playful jabs at one another that get increasingly sexual and oddly specific throughout the day.
If you meet up with the group and one strand of your hair is out of place, Suo chirps, âBedhead, huh? What were YOU doing last night?â
If you see Suo break a sweat after an intense fight, âWow, Suo! You really need to work on your stamina. I can imagine a few ways to help with that.â
Sure, itâs all in good fun, but thereâs a sexual undertone to it all; between the smiles and sarcastic comments, youâre both participating in your special version of foreplay, and you have never been more turned on.Â
Everyone around you thinks you should get a room, and as sunset approaches, you two do exactly that.
âReady to work on that stamina, Suo?â you chide as you push him against the wall in your apartment. You know youâll pay for man-handling him later, but thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?
His earrings sway back and forth from the force, but he gazes down at you with smoldering ruby-toned eyes. Every smart-mouthed remark youâve said that day replays in his head, contributing to his desire to make you atone for your brattiness.
âYes, Y/N and I promise I wonât let you out of bed with your hair a mess like I did this morning.â
Hajime Umemiya
The complexity of Hajime Umemiya should be a case study. Youâve witnessed his laid-back nature as he jokes with friends, and youâve seen the scary side of him that bubbles over when anyone threatens those heâs closest to.Â
Youâre truly attracted to both sides, but when it comes to you and the way you tease him, running manicured nails through his gelled hair and scratching gently at his scalp, heâs putty in your hands.
One of your favorite ways to experience Umemiya is meeting him in his element: his garden. It allows you to bond with him, and he often shares information about his life. Somewhere, Sugishita is biting his fist.Â
âBig brother,â you whine as you plant okra, âam I doing this right?â
Umemiyaâs eyes widen, and he looks at you across the garden. In what feels like seconds, heâs kneeling in front of you, your hands cupped in his own. âY-you canât call me that!â
You blink, confused, âyou tell everyone to call you that.â
âI donât want YOU to call me that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs weird when someone youâŠlikeâŠcalls you big brother. Itâs worse than being called a friend!â
You snort, but when you meet his eyes, you quickly straighten. Oh! Heâs serious!Â
âSo, not into me calling you big brother even during our âprivate moments?â What about âDaddy?â How do you feel about that?â
He laughs loudlyânot because he thinks that was especially hilariousâbut because you just make him nervous.Â
âYou can call me Hajime orâŠâmy boyfriend?â Yeah, let's stick with my boyfriend!â
âNot Daddy?â
âI wonât stop you! Now, how about that okra???â
Toma Hiragi
âYouâre a pain in my ass.â
Hiragiâs simultaneously rubbing a knot out of his neck while chastising you. You found yourself in an all too familiar situation, running errands when a drunken man approached you and began to hurl âthat wordâ in your direction when he didnât find your reaction to his advances to be appropriate: same shit, different day.
As you were looking for an escape route, Hiragi rounded the corner and snatched the man by the collarâit was almost comical to see the drunkard's feet dangle feverishly off the ground. With a scowl and a threat from Hiragi, he was stumbling off.
You sigh, âI donât mean to be a burden, Hiragi. But something on my forehead must read, âfuck with meâ because this is becoming a common occurrence.â
âI didnât mean it like that,â he grumbles, âI just find myself worrying about you too much. Might give you my jacket to keep these creeps at bay.âÂ
Before the last syllable leaves his lips, heâs stuttering and trying to walk the statement back, âI mean uhâŠor any Bofurin jacket! We have boxes of these somewhere! Not mine, per se.â
You smile, placing a hand on his toned bicep. âIâd love to wear my protector's jacket.â
You need not say more. He removes his oversized jacket and places it over your shoulders. The smell of him and the warmth he left behind makes your heart flutter. You give him your best grin, âyou know youâre never getting this back, right?â
âSee? A pain in my ass. With a mouth like that, Iâm goinâ to have to teach you how to fight.âÂ
You lean into his arm, âWith a mouth like this, you might have to teach me more than how to fight.â
âJesus.â
Jo TogameÂ
Jo Togame is the other person on this list whoâll give you a run for your money when trying to flirt. He may seem turtle-adjacent, but his rebuttals to your flirtation attempts are quick.Â
Youâve been shooting Togame smoldering glances for the entirety of the night, and even though Shishitoren men surround him, heâll catch you looking, give you a lopsided grin, and then turn his attention back to the group,
You lick your lips. The draw of his signature sweatpants, black, loose-fitting tee, and Shishitoren jacket is doing something to you.Â
And maybe itâs because youâre on your fifth shot of mystery concoction, and the music theyâre playing at the house party makes you feel bold and think that what youâre about to do is a good idea.Â
With all the courage you can muster, you walk up to Togame. He tilts his head in your direction, but you can see amusement in his jade-colored eyes.
âTook you long enough. Thought you were never gonna get tired of starinâ at me.â
âDance with me!â you yell over the music. You can feel everyone in the group sizing you up and waiting to hear how Togame responds.Â
He puts his beer down and takes your hand. You pull him to the center of the room, where a makeshift dance floor has been constructed. You allow the music to move you before you can talk yourself out of whatever is happening. Togame puts his hand on your waist and allows you to grind against him and to the beat.Â
âYou like the idea of making me nervous, huh?â
You stand on the tips of your toes to get as close to his ear as possible, âYou caught me! Is it working?â
He chuckles and shakes his head, âNo because I know exactly how this night is going to end.â
Your heart picks up a bit as his hands slide down from your waist and rest above your ass.
âHow?â You squeak.
âWith you grinding just like this on my dick.â
You open your mouth to respond, but he presses his lips against yours, his kiss hot and hungry.Â
Your eyes flutter closed, and you agree that this night will likely end how he prophesized.
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Headcanons for collaring Logan and calling him "my little animal", please? đ
Iâll tell you what, that âmy little animalâ line had me all kinds of fucked up in that theatre đ© A bit of a preface for the fic đ So these are definitely more about what the collar does to him đ and I feel like they kinda just turned into sex hcs here and there? Though, I suppose I could supplement with another list of more generalized sex HCs in the future if itâs popular đ freaky but tbh the fic is gonna be freakier
Collaring/Sex Headcanons
Logan Howlett x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ nsfw | some freaky stuff in here | mentions of hair pulling | obviously calling Logan an animal (affectionately ofc) | collaring | biting (with fangs and tongue!) | growling | heavily implied rough sex/foreplay | no pronouns used for reader | ONE LINE MENTIONS BLOOD BUT WILL BE MARKED WITH A TW AND BOXING
đș His go-to collar is definitely something more rugged and simple. Something flexible, something that fits looselyâ as you can imagine, heâs not at all a fan of the stiffer and tight-fitting collars :( heâs been collared before, after all, in a not-so-pleasurable way :(
đș But that doesnât mean he doesnât still like for his collar to be pulled on đ
đș But to clarify, this isnât really any sort of submissive play. Sure, there are subby elements involved, especially at first, but overall, think of this as more like a safe play, or maybe even an exercise.
đș Collaring him like an animal means itâs, well, time to be an animal. That itâs okay to be what he is đ€ He spends a lot of time working to suppress and regulate the rage and urges and instincts, but sometimes doing so frustrates him more :(
đș And depending on the situation, heâs probably tried very hard to keep himself in check when heâs with you, more specifically.
đș But you love him for who he is! For what he is! So it doesnât make it any better when heâs frustrated and pent-up for suppressing what he is đ and it only gets worse with age.
đș So on days like this, when he comes in all tense and moody (believe it or not, thereâs a difference between Iâm just pissed at Scott and I wanna rip bricks out of this wall with my teeth but thatâs not socially acceptable), all it really takes is a downward tug of his hair to get him head down and on his knees đ
đș He wants it too! He knows exactly where this is going! Again, think of it like an exercise. And where, for once, he can feel more safe and comfortable about it in a controlled environment đ„ș
đș Buckle it around his neck and you wonât need to do much else for a few minutesâ just keep a hand around that collar, pet his hair, and just let him growl it out đźâđš eventually, heâll lean forward and nuzzle against you.
đș Heâs still being sweet for now, but donât forget heâs stillâŠ
đș âThereâs my little animal,â you coo now that heâs in the right space, tugging the collar to make him face up at you.
đș You donât know if his mouth is open in a snarl or a moan, but your fingers are too busy tracing over his lips and teeth anyway đ And heâs too busy licking at your thumb pressing on the point of his fang and kissing your palm to care either.
đș Past this point, your little wild animal can be a little unpredictable!! But hey, doesnât that just make it more exciting?
đș Logan is strong. Strong doesnât even begin to cover it! He wonât crush you or anything, but as far as he knows, he has permission to be heavy-handed when it comes to gripping onto you! And making sure you canât run from him đ„Ž So donât act shocked when you have bruises the next day!
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đș (TW: BLOOD) and donât act shocked when those fangs and maybe even claws draw a few pinpricks of blood. Heâll be eagerly licking over those wounds đ„Ž
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đș Heâs definitely bitey too. He gets excited licking your skin, okay?? He just has to nip and nibble and bite before licking over the pressure marks from his fangs đ„Žđ„Žđ„Ž
đș Will eventually start biting his way up your body⊠and licking overly wet stripes up your chest
đș With how hard heâs gripping your thighs while doing this, youâll probably try to hold his hand or caress it⊠Itâll feel weird af, but you will be able to feel the way his claws excitedly flex beneath his skin. But be careful! They might poke out juuust a little bit đđ€
đș Will eventually eat you out while kneelingđ§đ»ââïžand no matter how hard you tug on that collar, even if youâre choking him, he wonât stop until heâs satisfied đ definitely growling while doing it⊠also growling very possessively and biting your inner thigh when you try to pull him away đ„Ž
đș This mf would drag you up the bed by the neck if he could đ© but heâll settle for biting your neck and lifting you up to carry you to the top of the bed đ
đș Sometimes heâll get overstimulated and sink his fangs into the edge of the mattress or a pillow đł and youâll definitely know when heâs about to do it because heâll pull away and nearly look like heâs snarling in pain đ„” and sometimes he looks like heâs about to sneeze đ€
đș But at least he didnât sink his fangs into you, rightâŠ? đł
đș Drag him down by the collar for a kiss during sex, and heâll meet you with fangs and tongue instead đ
đș In fact, just tug the collar down anywhere while heâs fucking you. Your knuckles tense against his neck with your fist around the collar, holding him face down against the sheets⊠it will only make him rut into you harder with a low growl đ
đș Holding him against your chest works too đ gives him something to mouth on đ
đș Heâs definitely cumming inside you, sorry đ„° You are not gonna get this man off you while heâs like this đ«
đș Heâs definitely leaving claw holes in the sheets and mattress đ probably right next to the last batchâŠ
đș Sometimes he does this normally, but with the collar on, heâs definitely running on mindless instinct while rubbing his face all over you đ„șđ„° as if you didnât already smell like everything from his cologne to his saliva by now đ
đș All you can really do is pet him while he does this đ„° especially because heâs still inside you and not moving anytime soon!
đș Obviously enjoys it, obviously feels a little better, but heâs still not exactly⊠proud of it? He has a lot of self-hate to work through on a daily basis, so itâs not your fault. He wants to do it! He likes it! He knows that you like it! You still love him for it! ButâŠ
đș Well, he canât really worry about that right now when youâre lovingly biting his nose and distracting him with love and affection đ
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Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Relationship: Ominis Gaunt x You
Summary: Even though the two of you are not on good terms after a certain event, you and Ominis decide to go and explore Salazar Slytherin's Scriptorium in order to help Sebastian. But you know what they say, danger helps to reconcile⊠but also to bring out the truth. Alternative : My take on the Scriptorium incident.
Word Count: ~5.5k
Author's Note: Hi! It's been a while... I haven't had much time for myself lately, so I've put writing aside. But summer's here, so I took the opportunity to finish this draft that I've had for far too long. And what better way to come back than with some Ominis fluff? Enjoy!đ
Warnings: Major spoilers for the "In the Shadow of the Study" quest
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âI know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say âI love you.ââ
You felt a wrench in your heart as you read those few words written by Shakespeare. It was astonishing how a few drops of ink on the page of a book, a simple garland of lines and curls drawn in different directions, could trigger disproportionate reactions. Did everyone else feel the same way, or was it just that you were too sensitive?
Or perhaps it was simply that these damn love stories reminded you that you had not had the right to your own, that the boy to whom you had offered your heart had given it back to you completely mutilated?
Another wrench in your heart.
âItâs simple and concise for a declaration of love⊠but at least she had the right to one, and one that had the merit of being clear and direct to bootâ, you could not help thinking as you reread your book.
Time had passed, but you still felt it all. The disappointment, the humiliation, the resentment that came with the sensation of having had your feelings played with, the hatred you felt towards yourself for having let yourself be fooled, not to mention the torrents of tears you had shed. But the most devastating feeling was undoubtedly the despair you felt when you remembered that you had absolutely ruined everything with one of the most important people in your life.
Ominis⊠Sweet, caring, beautiful Ominis⊠Your best and closest friend. And to think that three little words of love spoken a couple of weeks ago â the same ones you had just read â had been enough to destroy the strong bond between you two.
Once again, it was astonishing how a series of letters, a succession of various sounds, could trigger such a disproportionate reaction and write over months of shared moments of laughter, of little attentions to one another.
âSo!â
You abruptly lifted your head from your book â which you were only skimming through â after Sebastian abruptly dropped down next to you on the sofa in the common room.
âStill moping around?â
âNah, Iâm in tip-top form, canât you see?â You deadpanned, your voice brimming with irony.
âMy, my. No need for the attitude.â Sebastian smirked at your feisty character.
Sebastian had got used pretty quickly to this new dynamic. He would have breakfast with you because you were both late risers. During the day, he would sit next to either you or Ominis depending on the class, making sure to maintain an equity. For example, he would sit with you in Defence Against the Dark Arts because he loved duelling you, and he would sit with Ominis in Potions so that he could help him. As for the evening, he would have dinner with Ominis, and then come back to see you once the blond had gone to bed.
In fact, without even exchanging a single word, you and Ominis had concocted a shared custody schedule of your best friend.
Sebastian continued, entirely oblivious to your reveries, âAnyway, Iâve got something to take your mind off things!â
You could not hold back the sigh that left your lips, âAnother brilliant idea of yours, I presume?â
âAnd your presumptions couldnât be more right.â
Sebastian proudly explained his latest discovery, that Salazar Slytherin had a secret Scriptorium here at Hogwarts. He was evidently determined to explore it, insisting that it might hold answers as to how to heal Anne.
So far, it seemed to be just another of Sebastianâs plansâŠ
ââŠThe only problem is that only a Gaunt knows where the entrance is⊠So we have to ask Ominis.â
You raised a dubious eyebrow at him, âThis⊠is your brilliant idea to take my mind off things?â
âOh, come on! Itâs important to me! And if you donât want to do it for me, then do it for Anne! You can tolerate his presence for a few minutes, canât you?â
As you looked down and pinched the bridge of your nose, another sigh escaped you. It was becoming an unfortunate habit when you were around Sebastian.
You sighed once more, this time in capitulation, âOkay⊠Iâm in.â
When a beaming smile started to tug at the corners of his lips, you immediately interrupted him with a menacing finger pointed at his chest.
âBut! You do the talking. The less I talk to him, the better I feel.â
âDeal.â He replied with a mysterious glint in his gaze. âCome on, letâs get this over with. Iâll lead you to him.â
âWhat? Now?â You exclaimed with wide eyes. It had to be said that you had no desire to go, and that postponing the fateful moment until as late as possible sounded fabulous at the moment.
âOf course, now! Do you really want to do this in broad daylight and get busted by the teachers?â
âWhen you put it like that⊠Letâs go.â Without wasting another second, you got up from the sofa with a newfound determination that you had not suspected, but which Sebastian always knew how to awaken using the right words.
After climbing the spiral staircase leading out of the common room, Sebastian led you â if not dragged you â through various corridors of the castle which you were not used to venturing into, and which were very rarely frequented.
If you were reluctantly following, the boy accompanying you was as cheerful as could be. You could tell by the way he moved with haste, his steps almost bouncing. He looked like a young child who had just had one of his whims indulged (and, in a way, he had).
Sebastian suddenly stopped in his tracks and nodded his head towards Ominis who was standing on the other end of the corridor, âGo on, go convince him.â
You turned sharply towards him, giving him a disapproving look, âYou said youâd do the talking!â
âExactly, the talking, which I already did, and it didnât work. So now, you go do the convincing.â
âSneaky bastard.â You muttered under your breath, sending him one last murderous glare.
As you approached the mysterious blond, you could not help but analyse him from head to toe. His silky hair was as well-brushed as ever, giving him his typical elegance. He was leaning against a wall, the features of his face impassive, making you wonder what could be going on in that impenetrable, but undoubtedly fascinating, mind of his. Merlin, everything about him was so adorableâŠ
Fuck. You could not go on thinking like that. You had to move on from him, even if it was going to take a colossal effort.
But⊠that did not mean you had to stop watching him categorically. No, you could continue to observe banal things about him, like the way he suddenly took a deep breath before his shoulders relaxed, while you were only a few steps away from him.
Before you could announce your presence, Ominis called your name.
âU-Um yes, hi⊠How⊠How did you know it was me?â You stammered awkwardly, still mentally unprepared to start a conversation with Ominis.
âYour perfume. Iâve got used to it. I could recognise it in a million.â He declared easily, as if it were the most banal thing to say to someone you had recently rejected.
âOhâŠâ
Upon hearing your long and awkward silence, his serene and composed appearance was quickly overwritten with his own discomfort, âListen, about last time⊠I wanted you to know that I sincerely apologise. I should not have avoided you for so long andââ
âLetâs not talk about this, alright?â You cut him short, physically pained just by the memory of your last conversation. âI just want to forget this ever happened⊠Besides, thatâs not what I came to talk to you about.â
âIâm listening.â
It did not take long to convince him to reveal the location of Salazar Slytherinâs secret room, just a few minutes at the most. After all, you knew Ominis like the back of your hand, so it was childâs play to find the words he needed to hear.
But that didnât mean you kept talking to him afterwards.
Once you entered the Scriptorium, you did not utter a single word. Your demeanour, which had been warm and understanding a few minutes earlier, was now nowhere to be seen. Seeing you acting so silent, cold and detached, Ominis must certainly have thought you were unrecognisable. If that was the case, he did not show it. On the contrary, he was always trying to get as close to you as possible, all the while scratching the back of his neck, or running a hand through his hair nervously, as if he wanted to start a conversation but did not dare. For some reason that eluded you, he also insisted that you stay behind him whenever you entered a new room.
The only thing you knew for sure was that he was desperate to reweave the invisible string between the two of you that had been the source of your formerly close friendship. But there was a problem⊠it was still too early and too painful for you to mend it on your end.
So you simply solved the various challenges you came across, and eventually silently handed the letters you found from Noctua to Ominis, so that he could read them for himself with his wand (admittedly, you wanted to avoid him, but you still had enough compassion left to give him what was left of his late aunt). Meanwhile, you let Sebastian do the talking to lighten the mood (he had kept his promise after all). Everything was going well so far.
That is⊠until you entered a new room, and the stone door slammed shut behind you three, producing a loud crash that bounced off the walls.
âMerlin!â You cried out in fear.
âYeah, I think weâre locked in.â Sebastian agreed nonchalantly.
âNo! Merlin!â You repeated in panic but, this time, pointing at something on the ground with a trembling finger.
Sebastian looked down, and quietly gasped before holding his breath. Never in a million years would you have imagined that you would stumble across bones, and therefore be confronted with the fact that someone had died right in this very spot.
It was only then that you realised that the three of you were potentially next in line, that there was a possibility you might never get out of this room. At this morbid realisation, you froze entirely. You were unable to move, to think, to speak. It was impossible for you to react. It was as if, in a panic, your body had already accepted its fate and was getting used to the fact that, soon, it would no longer respond to anything.
The silence in the room lasted a second too long, and Ominis too began to panic, âWell, what is it?â
ââŠA skeleton.â Sebastian said coldly, although the grimace on his face betrayed him and showed that he too was in turmoil. âAnd Noctuaâs last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here â blocked by an Unforgivable Curse.â
Because of the shock, you had not even registered that you had the remains of Ominisâs aunt in front of you.
For fear that your words would be clumsy and worsen the despair Ominis must be feeling, you decided it was better to remain silent and act instead.
Slowly but surely, you approached him. While he had his back turned to you, you wrapped your arms around his slim figure and hugged him from behind. It was not a gesture you would normally have made towards Ominis after what had happened between you two. But in view of the gloomy circumstances in which you found yourselves, you had found the strength to put your resentment aside.
And it had to be said that, underneath your unaffected exterior, you still had a huge soft spot for this boy. Letting him go through this ordeal on his own would simply have broken your own heart, as well as his.
âOminisâŠâ His name rolled off your tongue by itself.
You felt him stiffen at your touch, and you took in a sharp breath. In your eyes, it was just another rejection. He obviously did not want you by his side, both literally and figuratively. So, in an attempt to protect your fragile little heart, which had mistakenly let its guard down, you decided to let Ominis go.
But he stopped you.
âNo. Stay.â He said firmly, though his voice sounded obviously shaken.
He held you back against him by grabbing your hand. He squeezed it, then pressed it against his chest with his own, just above his heart. His heartbeat echoed in your palm. You could feel it speeding up, matching the rhythm of yours, as if they were connected.
In response, you surrendered to the embrace by resting your head between his shoulder blades. However, once again, your touch had the effect of a painful electric shock on him, and he abruptly pulled away from you. This was just another example of how exhausting Ominis could be. He had always acted like this with you: one moment he was giving you hope that he was returning your feelings, and the next he was pushing you away.
Ominis moved away from you to get closer to Sebastian, shouting in a distraught manner, âThis â is where she died. This is where weâll die. I shouldnât have listened to either of you!â
âOminis, Iâm truly sorry about your aunt. But I know what to do. Itâs going to be difficult.â Sebastian replied in a calm, composed voice that contrasted radically with that of his friend.
Sebastian subsequently proceeded to explain his plan, that the Cruciatus Curse â the incantation for which was written on the floor â was to be used to open the next room. Knowing that Ominis categorically refused to be associated with the Dark Arts, and that you were unwilling to learn any of the Unforgivable curses, Sebastianâs last remaining option was to cast Crucio on you.
Ominis stared at him, speechless and dumbfounded, as if he had just uttered the most grotesque of abominations, âAre you out of your mind? Do you even realise what youâre saying? You want to torture your friend? Our friend!â
Sebastian raised his voice to match Ominisâs, âAnd you, can you think for two seconds? Itâs either I hurt her temporarily, or I let her die in that shithole! And us with her! Thereâs no need to think about it, itâs a no-brainer!â
âAnd Iâm telling you itâs out of the question! I wonât let you hurt her!â
âSo what, then? We wait for you to come up with some wonderful solution where no Unforgivable Curse is involved? You know very well thereâs no such thing! Itâs Salazar Slytherin weâre talking about, you should have expected it.â
Sebastian paused, making the atmosphere even heavier. His tone had subsided, but you knew all too well that it did not mean that his anger had subsided along with it. Quite the contrary.
âYou know something? For a guy who likes to control everything to the point of dictating other peopleâs choices, I think youâre being awfully passive right now.â
Though unseeing, Ominisâs eyes glared at Sebastian, looking daggers at him, âWhat exactly are you insinuating?â
âThat youâre a control freak whoâs got no balls.â
âBoys, stop it.â You tried to calm things down as you heard their voices escalate and their words sharpen.
But Ominis ignored you blatantly, to the point where you wondered if he had even heard you, âOh, really? Do you want me to tell you what I think of you?â
ââJust you try!â
âYouâve become a complete nutter ever since Anne has beenââ
âENOUGH!â
Your outburst seemed to be just what was needed to put an end to the two boysâ cockfight. They both turned brusquely towards you, their eyes wide open. It had to be said that seeing you angry was already a rare event, so to see you furious with them was even more staggering.
âEnough.â You repeated firmly, sweeping your eyes over the two boys to make sure you had fully regained control of the situation. âSebastian, shut up. Youâve gone too far. And you, Ominis, I donât need you making decisions for me. Itâs not your job to defend me.â
You gave Ominis a black look. It was foolish because he could not see it, but something told you that, somehow, he could still feel it. Especially with the double entendre in your words, which implicitly referred to how Ominis had rejected you, as well as all the bitterness you retained from it. It was petty, but you could not help yourself.
You then turned to the other boy, looking determined, âDo it, Sebastian. Iâm ready.â
The brown-haired boy nodded and positioned himself in front of you. He raised his wand in your direction and concentrated.
âCrucio!â
A bolt of red light came out from the tip of Sebastianâs wand, and hit you square in the chest, right in the heart.
âNO!â You heard Ominisâs voice protest.
Was it really Ominis though? Maybe you had just dreamt it. You could not be sure, for every single one of your senses was overstimulated by an electric shock running through your body, and causing you to collapse to the ground on all fours. It was brutal but manageable, you thought.
Little did you know, that was only the preamble. The worst was yet to come.
Rapidly, every muscle in your body contracted, including those in your chest and throat, preventing you from breathing. The spell slowly left you suffocating, while the pain took care of absorbing what little energy remained in your body. It was as if a billion needles were sticking into every inch of your skin, sinking deeper and deeper with the aim of piercing your soul and finishing you off.
It seemed to you like this hell lasted for an entire hour, even though you were confident Sebastian would never let you endure this kind of torture for more than a couple of seconds.
And then it stopped. Though the remnants of the curse remained.
You had suspected that such a cruel curse was not going to leave you alone so easily. Still, you were not prepared for how agonising it felt.
Your ears ringing. Your vision fogged with black spots. Your anarchic breathing. Your body crumpling to the ground, inert. And all of this because of the lack of oxygen. All your senses were rendered nonfunctional, leading you to believe that you would remain in this state for the rest of your life.
âAre you alright?â Sebastian asked you with genuine concern in his voice, to which you nodded silently, your strength gradually returning.
Of course, Ominis was unable to see you, and began to get upset, thinking that you were still unresponding, âOf course not, Sebastian! Do you really think anyone can be alright after receiving the Cruciatus Curse?â
You wanted more than ever to say something to shut Ominis up. Or was it to reassure him? Probably a combination of both. Either way, the reality remained the same: you were still too weak to utter a single word. Your vocal cords were still paralysed from the agonised screams you had let out.
Thankfully, the door opening put an early stop to the boysâ bickering.
âIt worked!â Sebastian exclaimed and immediately entered the room to explore it, leaving you alone with Ominis.
Ominis had no idea what to say to ease your pain. Unfortunately, he had already endured the Cruciatus Curse himself â and at the hands of his family to boot â so he knew how you might feel. However, no one had ever comforted him, so he had no idea what words would be likely to soothe you.
But if there was one thing his beloved Aunt Noctua used to tell him, it was that words come from the mind, and gestures from the heart. And it was always better to speak from the heart.
So Ominis let his heart guide him.
He knelt down beside you, and helped you to lie on your back, so that you would be more comfortable. But to your surprise, he did not stop there. He made you rest your head on his thighs, then stroked your hair with a hesitant hand. It was only after a moment that he spoke again.
âCan I be of any help?â He whispered, as if afraid of disturbing your repose while you were recuperating.
âH-Helpââ Your weak voice got caught. You had to cough a couple of times before you could start again. âHelp me stand up, will you?â
âYou should take your time and lie down for a while. You just went through a lotââ
âIâll survive.â You cut Ominis off abruptly, in a clearer but above all more irritated voice. You had had more than enough of his constant mood swings towards you, where one moment he could not be more doting on you, and the next he was acting as if he had never met you.
Ominis remained silent. You did not get the impression that he was hesitating over his next words, but rather that he was taking the time to digest how you had harshly refused his advice.
ââŠIf you say so.â
âYou know, Iâm tougher than you think.â You kept the same cold, distant tone.
While he kept the same nonchalant and stoic tone, âI know.â
âGood.â
An awkward silence settled in, where you could do nothing but contemplate the ruins of your friendship. Where once stood a fortress of shared complicity and happiness, now remained only the vestiges of two acquaintances who were unwilling to rebuild what they had once known in the past.
To put an end to this heart-wrenching moment, you headed for the next room, without adding a word. Ominis followed suit, guided by his wand which pulsed red light at its tip.
âGuys? Care to lend me a hand, or do I have to explore this room all alone?â Sebastian called out without ceasing to rummage through Salazar Slytherinâs belongings.
You were about to answer when you suddenly saw Ominis stride resolutely in front of you. The frown on his face was unmistakable, as were his tense features.
âYouâve got a lot of nerve asking us for help! Not only did you just cast the Cruciatus Curse on your friend, but you didnât even have the presence of mind to ask me if I was all right after finding my auntâs bones!â
Ominisâs anger only seemed to have the effect of amusing Sebastian, âI thought it was stupid to ask someone if they were okay when itâs obvious theyâre not.â
âItâs a question of common sense, Sebastian! If you had any, you would have realised that it would be best for you to lie low for a while and fend for yourself.â
âExcuse me for not being perfect. Not everyone can be a saint like you.â
âDonât be ridiculous, Sebastian.â Ominis visibly cringed upon hearing his friendâs words.
But it only made Sebastianâs smirk grow wider, âFor once, youâre right. Iâm being ridiculous. Youâre far from being a saint, because if weâd listened to you, weâd be rotting in the previous room, and weâd be letting Anne die too, since youâve also given up on the idea of curing her, just like everybody else.â
âDonât start that again. You know perfectly well I havenât given up on her, or else I wouldnât be here having this nonsensical conversation with you.â
Sebastianâs arrogant smile fell, âOh, stop it, Ominis! We both know youâre not here for Anne, but youâre too shitscared to admit it to yourself. Which goes to show, even when youâre already blind, you can still be blinded by fear.â
âSHUT UP!â Ominis roared in a deeply enraged way that you had never heard before, to the point where it made you recoil. âYouâve gone too far this time, Sebastian!â
Still frightened by the turn this argument was taking, you decided to intervene, âGuys, please donât start fighting again. Weâre all on edge andââ
âCome. Weâre leaving.â Ominis announced sternly, holding out his hand for you to take.
âW-What?â You stammered, bewildered.
âYou heard me. Are you coming, or not?â
You had never heard Ominis give you or anyone else an order in this way. Confused as to where this excess of chauvinism was coming from, your instinct advised you to go with the flow. You took his hand â not without shooting Sebastian an apologetic glance â and let the blond boy guide you out of the Scriptorium.
Except that once outside, he continued to drag you through the corridors, towards what you recognised as the direction of the common room. Holding your hand so tightly to the point where it was almost painful, he walked ahead of you at a run.
âOminis, not so fast.â You requested, but your plea fell on deaf ears.
âHow dare he speak to me like that, and insinuate things he has no knowledge of? After everything Iâve done for him! He truly deserves to be left alone; it would surely teach him a valuable lesson. Although⊠if he was left unsupervised, Iâm afraid heâd do even more stupid things. I donât know what more I can do to get him to listen to reasonâ What am I saying? Itâs not my duty to keep an eye on him. He should just fend for himself for a change!â The blond Slytherin kept rambling, spiralling out of control.
At this stage, nothing and nobody could stop him from getting worked up over Sebastian. He was so consumed with his anger that he was completely oblivious to your distress at walking, your legs still suffering from the aftermath of the Cruciatus Curse. You found it hard to keep up with his rapid pace without tripping over your own feet.
âOminisââ
What was bound to happen did happen. Your legs gave out, and you found yourself on the cold, hard stone floor, which was undoubtedly going to leave several bruises on your skin. A blush of embarrassment crept up on your cheeks. The only good thing was that the sound of your fall had startled Ominis, who stopped and turned towards you.
He came dangerously close to you, âPardon me if this is improper, but I canât let you go on like this.â
Next thing you knew, you were off the ground, lifted by Ominisâs strong and protective arms. He held you securely against his chest, and with a newfound reflex, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Your blush intensified, but this time it was because of your racing heart. You were speechless, taken aback, and mind going blank at the realisation that one of your dreams â to be in Ominisâs arms â was coming true, but not in the right circumstances.
âIâm sorry. I was too worked up to notice you were having trouble walking. I should have paid more attention to you.â He apologised as he resumed his walk.
Once in the common room, you thought he was going to put you down at the bottom of the stairs leading to the girlsâ dormitories, so that you could go and rest, but instead he went and settled himself on one of the leather sofas opposite the fireplace, the exact same one where you had been sulking a couple of hours earlier. He sat down, cradling you in his lap, while his arms tightened around you a little more, as if he feared you might suddenly decide to break free of his embrace.
Assuming you were going to stay in that position for a while, you rested your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ribcage. Your best guess was that he was still on edge after what had happened with Sebastian.
Trying to soothe him, you murmured, âDonât be too hard on Sebastian⊠Heâs only ready to do anything to help his sister.â
Ominis let out a long, fed-up sigh, before replying, âAnd canât you see that this is precisely the problem? Heâll do anything â even hurt you â and I canât let him.â
âHe hasnât hurt me, Ominis.â
A frown was beginning to form between his brows again, âOh really? Because receiving Crucio was a pleasure cruise for you?â
âHe had no choice.â
âWe always have a choice. This time it was Crucio, but what will it be next time? How do I know he wonât cross the point of no return?â Ominis raised his voice. He got so carried away with his anger that he failed to notice that he had started stroking your thigh with his thumb.
âHe told me he would never hurt me.â You answered in an unwaveringly serene tone.
âAnd yet he already did. Heâs a hypocrite.â He snarled. âActions speak louder than words.â
You quirked an eyebrow, âDoes this apply to you as well?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHere you are, caressing my thighs after carrying me in your arms, and yet you still claim to see me as nothing more than a friend.â
Caught in the act, Ominisâs hand froze, as did the rest of his body; he even seemed to be holding his breath. He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if trying to seal them shut, for fear they would say something that would put his life on the line.
âCome on, Ominis. Nowâs the time to tell me what you really think, donât you think?â You said, giving him the last little push he needed to confess everything.
ââŠAll right. I lied. Of course I have feelings for you⊠How could I not? Youâre so considerate and graceful⊠But those feelings come with fear. Fear that youâll be disappointed in me, that youâll realise Iâm nowhere near good enough for you, that you could find a thousand men better than me. But what Iâm most afraid of is being with you. Because believe me, darling, if one day I have the honour of tasting your lips and your caresses, I know that Iâll never be able to live without you ever again.â
For the umpteenth time that evening, Ominis blew your mind in ways you had never imagined. And the worst part â or rather the best part, given the circumstances â was that he had no intention of stopping there. He had so many feelings in his heart that begged to be verbalised and brought to light.
âYou made me want to get up in the morning again, if only to hear your voice for a split second. Before I realised it, you hadnât just become more than a friend, youâd become my reason to live.â
With infinite delicacy, Ominis took your dainty hand in his, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. Slowly, as if to prolong this magical moment, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a light kiss on it, full of tenderness and respect.
âYou are both my greatest desire and my greatest fear. Donât you see how illogical this is? Youâve made me lose control, and I happily let you. I hope this is proof enough of how enamoured I am of you.â
Although you had regained your composure and your vocabulary, you still kept quiet, but this time it was on purpose. You had a very specific idea in the back of your mind.
âIâm begging you, love, say something.â Ominisâs trembling voice implored.
You replied, without the slightest hint of what you were thinking in your tone, âActions speak louder than words, Ominis. Your words, not mine.â
Ominis did not need to be told twice, although he did take his time to make sure he did things the right way. His hand, which was still resting on your thigh, was trembling from the torrent of emotions running through him. With his fingertips, that same hand skimmed the contours of your body, and moved up to cup your cheek, sending shivers down your spine at the same time. You closed your eyes to savour the contact and understand a little better what the boy in front of you was feeling.
With his thumb, he sought out your lips, before tracing them to fully appreciate their voluptuousness. He felt the smile that had just appeared on your lips. Encouraged by this sign, Ominis leant towards you, his heart beating wildly. As he drew closer, your breaths mingled.
At last, your lips met, timidly at first, then with a passion that had been held back for far too long. This kiss was a moment suspended in time. The world seemed to stop around you, giving way to the magic of that perfect moment.
And suddenly, all the Shakespearean love stories you had ever read seemed derisory. Mere words of love were not enough, were no longer enough, now that you had tasted the unctuous proof of love from the handsome, touching blond boy who electrified your skin with the slightest touch.
Who needed a trite, dull âI love youâ, when you had the loving touch of Ominis?
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt x you#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt fanfiction#ominis gaunt fluff#ominis gaunt angst#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy fanfic#fanfic
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Sun through the houses: Synastry
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Sun in 1st, the sun person makes the house person feel understood. Ive had this aspect with one of my bestfriends. He was my go to person, the first one id call when anything interesting happened. Its easy to share your feelings with the sun person it feels natural. We gave each other more confidence. He acknowledged accomplishments in my life that others didn't. Things that i didn't even give myself credit for he shined a light on. This placement made me act more fearlessly because someone else saw that quality in me.
Sun in 2nd, Stability is a common attraction to this placement. The sun person sees the house person as someone they can depend on. House person can help sun person financially or help develop their interest. Together these two can create great business plans, they work well together towards mutual interest. Others see the couple as very business oriented. I have this placement with one of my brothers both ways and we grew up sharing alot of our things sometimes because he had to other times because we knew that would allow us to both have more. Also i would borrow money from him he's always been a saver. Ive always preferred to exchange money for experiences.
Sun in 3rd, Sun person is very easy to talk to almost like a Therapist or something. Your secrets are spilled easily. The house person naturally wants to share here but it goes both ways the sun person also feels very understood by the house person. There's a mutual openness and grace with this placement. If you were in a long distance relationship this is type of placement that would be beneficial. I have this with a sibling he is the sun person and we have mutual interest so it makes collabing very easy. We tend to naturally operate in the same direction even though we individually don't think that similar.
Sun in 4th, This placement can feel like looking into a mirror. This person is a blatant reflection of some of your own behaviors. On the surface they seem like your ideal partner. Very well received by family. Honesty well received in general they look good together. This placement focuses on healing emotions in yourself that you reject. Its easier to be grateful for the little things with this person. They show you new ways to view the same things. Here you will see the areas where your being naive. They want you to believe in yourself as much as they do.
Sun in 5th, Child like fun happens here. The way the sun person expresses helps the house person not take things so seriously. The sun person is in awe of the house person. Its such a cute placement, The sun person makes the house person feel special. It may not be long term but it shows you how to just be, with no added pressures. Express your love today don't wait type of vibe. You may even talk about having babies here, are you actually serious probably not but this placement loves to feed into fantasies and ideals and that's nice sometimes. Someone i had this placement with would always tell me how beautiful i was even when i was just chilling in pajamas it was cute. Ive also been the sun person and the way the house person handled their problems and stayed so mentally strong was very inspiring to me. It made me want to be less reactive and more of a problem solver. I looked up to their resilience.
Sun in 6th, The house person feels the need to improve because of the sun person. The things that you choose to ignore are brought up here. The energy is like ''deal with it now, no more waiting". The house persons structure and discipline is being improved here. Its often that the house person doesn't want to be seen as lazy by the sun person. Which can be very helpful if you have goals your working towards. Their energy is motivating especially when it comes to business related things. House person doesn't want to disappoint the sun person. Sun person sees the house person as capable of great achievements.
Sun in 7th, Long term friendship or friends turned lovers is the theme in this house. Relationships built here usually started innocently from just being around each other alot. Sometimes the Sun person can have unfair expectations of the house person. Unbalanced relationships is common here one or both people can feel they carry more responsibility and burden. It can feel like at times communication is missed, misinterpretations can always be worked through if both people are willing to listen to understanding and if they are relationships here will go the distance. Both sets of my grandparents had this placement and were married for over 40 years. This could also be person you have a child with and now your bonded to each other even if their wasn't marriage. They feel a sense of home in each other. This couple could like to stay home and do things together.
Sun in 8th, The sun person buries themself into house persons wounds often times wounds they didn't even know they had. Both people are meant to be transformed by the union. If this relationship can make it through the first few initial hurtles which tend to be more dramatic, this relationship will keep you together for a while. The way the sun person expresses can have the house person feeling the need to keep a defense up. The sun person feels the house person is running away from their issues. Sun person is made to feel like the bad guy because their just more comfortable bringing up the hard topics. If the house person is willing to drop their defensiveness and the sun person is willing to be patient and tactful with the house person this relationship would be one of the phoenix rising from the ashes. They would be unbreakable together.
Sun in 9th, This couple inspires each other. Expanding what you thought you knew. Transforming what you thought love was. This is a beautiful placement of people learning a new viewpoint on love and self expression. Sun person expands house persons viewpoints more but this placement goes both ways. Topics that you wouldn't normally talk about gets discussed here. Long term friendships are built through the expansion of the mind. Affection is easily shown here taking trips together would do this couple well and deeper the connection. They want to give to each other and spending money together is one of their favorite things to do. This is honestly one of my favorite placements its mentally and physically expansive.
Sun in 10th, Sun person is proud of house person. They want to show house person off they feel lucky to be with house person. It makes them look good publicly. This couple has a relationship that is centered around fun. They want everyone to see their affection towards each other. This couple is friends first and lovers second. This placement isn't as emotionally deep but it will make you feel important. They want people to know how amazing you are. Its very easy to be yourself and tap into your more child like energies with this placement. This couple shows each other sides of themselves no one else knows about. With that being said they can also be vicious towards one another if this relationship turns sour this couple will have no problem having public disputes. Also this may be a taboo type of relationship were people don't understand why your together or be curious on how the person got with you.
Sun in 11th, I bet this relationship started with lighthearted playful flirting. This is the most "friendly" placement. Intimacy may take more work to develop here. Ive had this placement in a friends with benefits situation. It can easily turn into that if both people aren't intentional about what theyâre looking for. If they are, this is a great placement. Communication feels very open and theirs no pressure. This couple merges friend groups and could've also meet through friends or have mutual friends. This couple networks well together and other people are very attracted to their energy together. Its fun to watch them interact with each other. Theyâre the type to be in a room full of people but have their own sidebar conversation and cues towards one another.
Sun in 12th, Spiritual connection or secret infatuation? My sun is in the 12th house so ive experienced this more times than i would like to but in the same breathe i love it. The sun person unintentionally test who you thought you were. Boundaries become blurred in this house but its slick, you might not even notice until after the fact. Things that you might find embarrassing happen here "thats never happened before" type of things. Alot of the communication in this house goes unsaid. Its like the little social cues that your supposed to just pick up on. It can also feel like your being observed on how you react to situations. You still seem to be mysterious to each other no matter how long you've known each other. Like there's still something being hidden from you. Without trust this placement could easily lead to feelings of being deceived. Thats not to say your not being deceived though. Cheating is common in the 12th house. You could be completely shocked and unaware about your partner living a double life. With the 12th house there's really no planet person, house person dynamic it switches back in fourth. Theres alot of talking behind each others back but that doesn't have to be a bad thing the person could be speaking well about you, putting your name in the right spaces. You know the feeling of walking into a room that people were just talking about you in? Its like you didn't physically hear it but you feel it. Someones sun in your 12th can give that type of feeling for both people. If its not operating from an expansive place. If it is you experience complete devotion. Two people committed to the relationship no matter where its headed. Someone you can experience complete intimacy and vulnerability with. Complete was an unintentional brilliant choice of words here. Not to many can navigate the 12th house and make it out together but if you do... you'll feel you've completed something great and felt a connection sent directly from god.
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I don't understand the chevron law thing, could you explain it like I'm five? Should we be working towards fixing whatever the courts just fucked up?
So, okay, I am condensing like a semester of a class I took in 2017 into a very short explanation, but:
It would be really annoying for Congress to individually pass laws approving every new medicine or listing out every single poison you can't have in tap water, so instead there are agencies created by Congress, via a law, to handle a specific thing. The agencies are created by Congress but overseen by the executive branch (so, the president), which is why we say things like "Reagan's EPA" or "Biden's DOJ" - even though Congress creates them, the president determines how they do the thing Congress wants them to do, by passing regulations like "you can't dump cyanide in the local swimming pool" and "no, you can't dump strychnine, either."
However, sometimes people will oppose these regulations by saying that the agency is going beyond the task they were given by Congress. "The Clean Air Act only bans 'pollutants,' and nowhere in the law does it say that 'pollutants' includes arsenic! You're going beyond your mandate!" To which the experts at the EPA would be like, "We, the experts at the EPA, have decided arsenic is a pollutant." On the flip side, the EPA could be like, "We, the experts at the EPA, have decided that arsenic isn't a pollutant," and people would oppose that regulation by being like, "But the Clean Air Act bans 'pollutants,' and it's insane to say that arsenic isn't a pollutant!" So whose interpretation is correct, the government's or the challengers'?
Chevron deference basically put heavy weight onto how the agency (i.e. the government) interpreted the law, with the assumption that the agency was in the right and needing pretty strong evidence that they were interpreting it wrong (like, blatantly doing the opposite of a clear part of the law or something). If there was any ambiguity in how the law was written, you'd defer to the agency's interpretation, even if that interpretation was different depending on who was president at the time.
(Note: there are other ways of challenging regulations other than this one, like saying that they were promulgated in a way that is "arbitrary and capricious" â basically, not backed by any evidence/reasoning other than "we want it." Lots of Trump-era regulations got smacked with this one, though I think they'd be better at it if Trump gets a second term, since they've now had practice.)
Chevron deference wasn't all good â remember that the sword cuts both ways, including when dickholes are in power â but it was a very standard part of the law. Like, any opposition to a regulation would have some citation to be like "Chevron doesn't apply here" and every defense would be like "Chevron absolutely applies here" and most of the time, the agency would win. Like, it was a fundamental aspect of law since the 80s.
The Supreme Court decision basically tosses that out, and says, "In a situation where the law is ambiguous, the court decides what it means." That's not completely insane â interpreting law is a thing judges normally do â but in a situation where the interpretation may hinge on something very complicated outside of the judge's wheelhouse, you now cannot be like, "Your Honor, I promise you that the experts at NOAA know a lot about the weather and made this decision for a good reason."
The main reason it's a problem is that it allows judges to override agencies' judgements about what you should do about a thing and what things you should be working on in the first place. However, I don't think there's really a way of enshrining that into law, outside of maybe adding something to the Administrative Procedure Act, and that would require a Congress that isn't majority Republican.
I will say that kind of I expected this to happen, just because IIRC Gorsuch in particular hates Chevron deference. IMO it's a classic case of "rules for me but not for thee" â Scalia and other conservatives used to rely on Chevron because they wanted their presidents to hold a ton of unchecked power (except for the EPA), but now that we've had Obama and Biden, now conservatives don't like Chevron because it gives the presidents they don't like unchecked power.
#askbox#personal#Anonymous#bb is a lawyer#bb had a whole flow chart for admin law finals that is now moot#chevron deference
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lmao this is my first time giving a request. Could you maybe do dick Grayson head cannons?
Most of these hdc come from my little brain that I thought fit Dick in general, itâs not based on stuff (some of them are but not all) if ppl agree or donât agree, I couldnât care less honestly. Also thanks for the request anon, hope you like it! đ«¶
I know I write him as a little goofy goober but he tends to play up this character so that he doesnât have to open up about anything. Is it foolproof? Not entirely and it solely depends on the person and their relationship to him,those of whom that pick up what heâs putting down, and those (you) who can easily see through this facade and know something is up.
Heâs more often than not the type who will become more affectionate in private where itâs just you, him and Hayley. Dick doesnât need anybody else other then you two, his confidants as he so playfully called you both one day, and heâs more then content then heâs ever been.
Older sibling syndrome is strong in this boy.
Foot wars are a common occurrence in your shared apartment as you push against the others foot with your own to see whoâs going to be victorious, only for you to accidentally smack him in the face with your foot and the foot war becomes ten times worse, seeing as how as Dick often wins them more then you did.
He will never stop feeling guilty about Jasonâs death. Never. That boy who was filled with love and life and claimed that being robin was magic was still within Jason somewhere, dick just knows this to be true, even if Jason loves to claims that that little kid was gone.
And while heâs glad that Jason is back in his life, dick couldnât help but feel as though he couldâve done better by him at times, holding onto that guilt and shame for not being their for his brother that still killed him inside to this day whenever he saw Jason laugh and or smile at something. It hurts but Dick will never stop being in Jasonâs corner, not once. If Gotham was against Jason then Dick will gladly be by Jasonâs side, to show that his allegiance to his brother would outweigh a lot of things.
(Iâm so normal about dick and Jason being brothers canât you tell đ„Č leave me here and be delusional)
The same applies to Damian also, which is why your mostly acquainted with both Jason and Damian in comparison to the rest of his family because they often come over by pure coincidence, or because dick dragged them by their ears with a smile on his face.
Insists that you cling onto his legs while he does pull ups and or sit on his back while he does push ups as he lets you count.
Complains to you when he looses the nightwing look alike contest, and to Jason no less, which no one that knows him personally allows him to live down.
They (Tim and Stephanie) even make memes out of it.
Has Hayley as his Lock Screen, you as his Home Screen. Both wearing cute matching pyjamas. So when heâs on his phone people think heâs smiling at his picture of Hayley -which is true- but heâs also smiling at the picture of you also.
His family pester him about you a lot, even Bruce asks when heâs going to meet you, claiming heâs not going to get any younger should Dick hold back on introducing you to him.
Even Alfred gets in on this as well but Dick always has an excuse locked and loaded when these questions are asked, but even he knows that Bruce knows that itâs all bullshit, however he doesnât say anything outright incase Dick didnât feel comfortable introducing you to them yet.
Wears only boxers to sleep or boxers and a light blue shirt, it depends on what heâs feeling really.
Loves living in the moment with you as you enjoy the others company without feeling the need to fill the air with chatter, you could just both exist and still love each other regardless because Dick didnât feel the need to talk all the time, so moments like these were what he longed for most.
Ungracefully fell on his ass in fuzzy soaks once and hurt his tailbone in the process. It was funny until he asked to you put a bag of ice on the afflicted area.
Loved narrating what you and or Hayley do in a goofy voice that never fails to make you smile.
Doesnât open up immediately but once he does itâs a sign of trust. He admits to his flaws in past relationships and how he wasnât the most faithful and often saw commitment as a challenge. He understands if you see that as a sign to leave the relationship, he doesnât expect anything from you, but if you did stay then heâs more then happy to not repeat those mistakes in your relationship.
Knows that people see Bruce when they look at him, he expects it because after being with him as long as he has it was only logical that he picked up some habits along the way whether he liked it or not.
Has a big heart but claims that Jasonâs heart was twice as big because heâs so full of love and believed in love.
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Itâs OK to Be a Girly Girl: "Embracing Feminine Energy?"| IT GIRL DIARIES
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"omg i promise it's ok to like pink, you'll live"
In today's world, it seems that being a girly girl gets you side-eyed, dismissed, or even looked down upon. Iâve noticed that modernization has driven this new idea into our headâs that just because women now have the CHOICE to work, they are obligated to do so which is like.. idk thereâs this weird expectation nowadays that if you donât chase the career, take on heavy labor, and "prove" yourself in a manâs world, youâre incompetent, lazy, stupid, or too dependent. To me, without all the sugar coating of "women power", it seems like they're just asking us to be men..
What happened to staying home, having brunch with your girls, dressing up, looking cute, paying my parentâs to marry me lmaoo all jokes but seriously, just enjoying lifeâs pleasures without taking on traditionally masculine roles? Why has the desire to be cared for and pampered become such a bad thing? Pretty nails werenât made to chip under pressure, and pretty feet werenât made to trek through rough paths. Feminine energy thrives when itâs embraced â why must I pump even more testosterone into my body when it's naturally producing estrogen urg! I hope you get my flow, if not then whatever..
If weâre honest with ourselves, life flows smoother when we let nature take its true course. Feminine energy works best in harmony with masculine energy, and vice versa. Itâs not about whoâs better; itâs about understanding that each energy has its own role. Historically, men have been the alphas in relationships. They lead, take charge, and handle business â thatâs their nature..
Hereâs the thing, though: Yes, a woman can absolutely take on the alpha role and excel at it. Weâve seen it happen countless times. Women are more than capable of doing everything a man can do. But the question is â why would you want to do that lol? Itâs like constantly stepping into a role that pulls you away from your true essence that leads to losing touch with your feminine energy, which is one of the most powerful tools you have as a woman in a manâs world.
We donât always realize just how strong feminine energy is. Itâs the core of what makes us powerful, magnetic, and influential in ways that transcend the physical. When we embrace this energy fully, we unlock our potential in ways that go far beyond mimicking masculine roles. Itâs a waste to ignore or suppress that energy, thinking we have to âkeep upâ in ways that donât resonate with who we truly are.
Now donât get this twisted with the idea that you NEED a man to embrace your feminine energy (be and act like a girl) or sleep with any ugly rat. Thatâs not what Iâm saying at all. Letâs hope you catch my drift..
mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88
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LOVE ON THE COURT | 31 BETRAYAL.
SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier
WARNINGS | swearing, abandonment issues + shitty family dynamics
NOTES | idk what to say about Liam Payne.. this is all very shocking, he was so young
today's actual note is at the end of the chapter (I have no idea why I've been putting them at the beginning)
11:49 PM sunday night
The warmth, the comfort, the ease of being surrounded by the people she loved most had been healing. Y/n knew that running away from her problems, however small, wasn't the right thing to do.
She had known it for a while, but every time she had thought to reach out and voice out her concerns, a quiet whisper in the back of her head seemed to stop her, one that begged her not to be so dependent on the support of the people around her, she knew that they could leave, and if they did, she wouldn't be able to handle herself. She wasn't strong enough to withstand the bitter feeling of abandonment again. And so time and time again she stopped herself, but this time she knew it wasn't worth worrying over the what ifs, and even if she had no guarantee that the people in her life were here to stay, she would take their word for it.
Whether it was a conversation with a friend, or responding to the messages that had been piling up over the weekend, she knew that detaching herself wasn't an option. It was that realisation that had been the whole essence of her night. How she'd made up with ningning most predominantly.
But every lesson learnt and every ounce of comprehension in her seemed to vanish only hours later. After the voices echoing through her apartment had hushed and too many lively and fun conversations had found their ends.
Y/n's friends had ultimately returned home, Jay to his own apartment next door and she had tucked Minjun into bed ready for the working week ahead, he had school early tomorrow morning. Y/n had busied herself in packing his bag and gathering her own things together, a smile on her face knowing that even if things weren't perfect, she didn't have to face them alone, though she didn't quite believe that part, it was worth a shot.
She would lean on her friends when they offered and she would reach out when she needed to. It seemed simple enough.
But when she swung open the door, hesitantlyâ confused as to who could possibly be visiting her as the clock was almost about to tick over the hour, her face drained of all colour and her breath caught in her throat.
It was as though her peace was taken away, and with it went all the coherent thoughts in her mind. She felt empty.
Nothing but a loop of memories in her brain, the empty house she woke up to years ago, the cries that echoed from minjun's nursery, the taunting weight of loneliness that still pressed down on her to this day. Every minute, every second of that day played in her mind like a broken record, and each recollection was vivid, details accumulating to add to the weight that fell heavy on her chest.
No reason, no words, not even an explanation on where he was going, not even a warning. It all came rushing back to her, every emotion, every feeling, the pressure, it all came back to her with ten times the pain, raw and unforgettable. Her heart ached. She felt constricted for air, like the person stood in front of her had tied a noose along her neck and each second that passed pulled the knot tighter and tighter.
Because there he was, stood towering over her, older than she remembered, weaker, but just as familar as the day he left, the man she called her father.
It was an instinct, whether protective or not y/n wasn't sure, but she found herself shutting the apartment door behind her, afraid of what the man in front of her was capable of. If he was capable of leaving his children alone in the middle of the night one day, only to never return, she assumed he was capable of much worse.
There's a lot of questions she'd like to ask, why he left, why he never came back, whether he felt guilty or not, she wanted to ask the questions she'd spent years wondering, raising herself and her brother all alone, but all that she could force out was one question.
"What are you doing here?" and even then her voice faltered despite her pointed tone
"That's no way to greet your father y/n" she can't help but sigh. Now he wanted to be a father?
"How did you find out where I lived?" she asked, a shakiness to her voice that didn't go unnoticed by her dad. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
"You're not going to invite me in?" he said, a smile on his face that y/n recognised as all but genuine. It didn't carry the same affection, didn't radiate the same warmth, it served as nothing more than a bitter reminder of all that he had done, or rather, all that he never did.
"It's not usually smart to invite strangers into your home and especially not at this time," she sighs, her eyes boring into his. "Is there actually any reason you're here?"
"I can't come see my children?" she scoffs, his children?
"You lost that right years ago, don't contact me, don't message me and don't you dare come back here ever again" she was going to leave, knowing she didn't want to give him the privilege of knowing just how much she has struggled without him, she was and always would be fine without him, she'd learnt how to be.
"You won't ask why I left?" he asked from behind her, stopping her before she could enter her apartment again.
"I don't care why, you left without a word last time, do the same again" y/n was ready to slam the door in his face, but his next words came accompanied by a knowing smirk
"That might be your decision y/n, but what about minjun, he is my son after all, don't you think he deserves a father?"
Her face contorted with a slight confusion, nose scrunching as she felt her skin crawl
"Your son?" another scoff, "you've never acted like he was your son"
"I asked you if you think he deserves a father, you can't take that away from him just because it was something you never had"
Y/n rolls her eyes "You know I waited all my life for you to step up and be a father, minjun deserves a father more than anything, but he deserves better than you"
"no one can be better than his real father come on? you're my daughter aren't you smarter than this y/n?"
"I stopped being your daughter the day you left. And if there's anything I've learnt in all these years, it's that you're not someone to trust. I know you, you're not capable of being a father."
"And you are? your little basketball friends are? that jaemin boy who left you just like I did is capable of helping you raise my son, but for some reason, I'm not?" his words cut deep, his intentions clear yet y/n was blinded by emotion, and the unrelenting desire to not break in front of him. "If you can let him back into your life y/n, then why not me? After all, blood is thicker than water. If I can leave you, why are you so certain they won't"
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NOTES | cats out of the bag... as for y/n's dad, this is not the last we will be seeing of him and he will be hearing a lot more than this, I can't WAIT for y/n to give him an earful đââïžđââïž
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The Sting of Envy
CW: GN!MC, hurt/comfort, angst, occult practice, fluff, mention of kids (kinda?), Demons Being Overall Taller Than Humans On Average, Asmo's part is suggestive, and - of course - jealousy. Please let me know if there is anything I didn't think to add!
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Of course you moved in with Solomon when you went back to the human realm. It only made sense; itâs a big realm after all, and you needed to be close to your teacher. To your demons, however, it was a decision that they did not like to think about. Would Solomon try something funny? What did you do together? Did you enjoy a level of domestic human bliss your demons could only dream of? Or were you largely independent of each other?
Theyâd probably be delusional if they thought this wasnât right, that this isnât where you actually belong. Safe, happy, with other humans. With Solomon. But your demons miss you desperately.
So when you invite everyone to a Beltane party to break in yours and Solomonâs new place together, even Barbatos arranges to ensure he and Diavolo can attend. No one would dare turn it down. Even if it results in envy eating away the very muscle of their hearts.
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Lucifer
His head is swimming from glass numberâŠ2âŠ3? He had lost count of how many glasses of red wine he had drunk at this point, but certainly more than intended. How could he not? He had to drink to try to quell the emptiness he felt seeing you thrive here, without him. Donât get him wrong, thereâs pride in this as well - heâs always proud of you. So Proud. How independent you are here. Youâre so capable, so strong. You donât need him to protect you like he did in the Devildom.
As much as he would never admit it, he adored that dependency you had with him. But not here. This is your home, your domain. What hurts the most is that, if you do need help here, you wonât be summoning him - not unless itâs something very important. Youâll call Solomon. Your roommate. He canât bear to think of this arrangement as anything but plutonic. But he wants you to know you can lean on him for anything.
The alcohol impedes his ability to bury these emotions in the backyard of his brain. Theyâre inescapable. He feels the familiar sting of tears threatening to form on his lash line. You donât need him.
âLucifer, I need you!âÂ
What?Â
âCan you come here for a moment? I canât reach this serving dish.âÂ
He stumbles slightly from the wine as he shuffles into your kitchen and watches as you balance unsteadily on one foot, reaching helplessly and futilely at a dish perched on the top shelf. Luciferâs eyes flit back to Solomon, his nose in his own wine glass, chuckling obliviously at some joke form Asmodeus. He saunters to your side, almost huffing.Â
âWhy donât you ask Solomon? It is his home after all.â he says, more pointedly than intended.
âHuh? Are you kidding? Look at this cabinet! Heâs taller than I am, but heâs still an average-sized human. He canât reach up here either. We usually have to get a ladder or use magic. I know you can reach it easily though. Câmon, or are you really going to make me go get the ladder when youâre right here?â
Lucifer sighs and shakes his head, but he canât hide the prideful curve of his lips. He approaches you from behind, softly resting one hand on your waist as he effortlessly grabs the dish and sets it gently down on the counter in front of you.
âBesides,â You lean your weight back into him, craning your neck back to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. âI would rather you be the one to help me. Iâll always come to you for help when I need it.â
He blinks rapidly a few times, fighting the sting of his lash line once more as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the warmth of your neck
âSay it again.â
Mammon
âI have a little Beltane gift for you, MC.â Mammonâs ear perks up as overhears Solomon talking about gifts. It had better not be cooler than mine, he thinks, thumbing over his own gift for you hidden in his pocket.Â
He canât help but to peek around the corner to check out this inferior gift of Solomonâs. Mammon immediately feels put to shame by the presentation alone. The box is wrapped in brown paper, twine, and pressed human realm wildflowers, probably picked by Solomon himself. Fuck.
âOh, no, I wish I had known!â Your brow furrows as you look up at Solomon. âI...didnât get you anything.â
âUnnecessary.â Solomon assures you. âItâs nothing big, just something I noticed you needed.â
You smile at him and shyly open the gift, carefully handling the flowers and setting them aside to keep. Instead of an expression of delight at the boxâs contents, your face falls into an expression that can best be described as guilt.Â
âSolomon, IâŠthis is so nice. Too nice. I couldnât possibly accept something like this without having gotten you anything!âÂ
Humble as ever, Mammon thought, as you pulled out a new pair of leather boots. They seemed cool, well-made, designer. Not that you ever really cared about that stuff. You were modest and practical, and Mammon admired you for it. He wished he could be like you in this way. Of course, he could never turn down free designer boots.Â
âMC. I have had 3000 years for my fortune to collect interest. I can absolutely afford to replace your boots - which you have worn the soles out of, by the way. Donât think I didnât notice. You needed new ones. Please allow me this.â Solomon softly grasped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Mammon felt like he had been punched in the gut. âInterestâ is a concept barely comprehensible to him. More familiar concepts are: âdebt,â and âoverdraft.â Broke. He wished he could give you anything - everything. He would spend every cent he had to adorn you in the most stylish clothes, the comfiest shoes, the shiniest jewels. He'd take you on luxurious vacations, just the two of you, to the most romantic locations in the demon realm. He would spoil you rotten. But he couldnât - not like Solomon could. Solomon, who lives here, in this modest home with you, living like he doesnât have a royal fortune on reserve somewhere (somewhere Mammon desperately wished he could get his hands on.) Solomon, who doesnât waste every grimm he has gambling and splurging until he is broke enough to wait tables in a seductive bunny outfit and appease giggling, gawking beings who are not you.
Suddenly, the baggy in his pocket felt like a boulder. In actuality, the baggieâs contents are lightweight, small, andâŠfree. But heâll be damned to the circles before he gives up an opportunity to spoil you.Â
He waits for a rare moment when you are alone, preparing something in the kitchen for the party, then he makes his move.
âMC.âÂ
You turn to him as he calls you, your face lighting up by his mere presence. And of course you would be happy by the presence of the Great Mammon, your first man. And maybe that would count for something when you open his gift, paling in comparison to the one just presented by Solomon. His cheeks tinge as he holds out the bag, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with his free hand.Â
âHere. For you. Think of it as a gift for the host.â
âOh, Mamms! You didnât have to do thi-...â Youâre rendered silent as you pull out a delicate, homemade bracelet. Your smile again drops, but this time it morphs into an expression of awe. You inspect it closer, sliding the colorful beads of a friendship bracelet until you reach letters.
T - R - E - A - S - U - R - E
âMammonâŠâ
âI-It ainât much! I know it ainât, not what ya deserve, but⊠My luck was lousy at the track this weekend. I didnât have much left, but I still wanted to get ya somethinâ. Borrowed some stuff from Levi. He makes things like this for his âfaves, waifus, husbandos,â or whatever, and he wears âem to think about âem. I thought maybeâŠyou could do that t-...â
Suddenly the wind is knocked from his lungs as you throw yourself at him, flinging your arms tight around his waist.
âI love it. I love it so much. Iâm going to wear it every day weâre apart. Would you put it on for me?â
Mammon makes no effort to hide his satisfied grin. He slides on your homemade friendship bracelet, made with all the love in his heart, while the expensive new boots Solomon gifted you lay untouched in the box next to your shoe rack.
Leviathan
Itâs too much. Itâs all too much. Levi groans and clenches his stomach, the discomfort on his face apparent.
âIâŠughâŠIâll be back. Whereâs the bathroom?â Levi quickly darts in the direction Solomon casually points as Asmodeus calls after him, frustration in his tone. âI told you not to eat the leftover rainbow pizza when you knew we were about to come here to eat!â
âYeah,â chimed Beel, âI wanted it to tide me over until dinner.â Beel clenched his own stomach, though likely feeling a different kind of discomfort than Leviathan. Levi doesnât look back as he storms into the bathroom and slams the door behind him.
âHey! Easy!â he hears Solomonâs muffled scorn, but he doesnât care. Not when he is in so much agony.Â
âIt hurts, fuckâŠâ He clenches the lip of the sink, desperately trying to control himself. And it would be so much easier if everyone else could get it together. Every one of them, he felt all of it; every one of them, all at once, seething with envy. The air was practically miasmic with it, and he had to feel the envy of all. of. them. His own was unbearable enough. He raised his face to the mirror, examining his red-tinged sclera and furrowed brows. Then something more interesting catches his tearing eyes.
No. No no no. Are you kidding him? Toothbrushes. Two toothbrushes, one no doubt SolomonâsâŠand one yours. The mug theyâre in, is thatâŠa Disney World cup? Did he take you to DISNEY WORLD?? The cute, fantastical mouse-themed amusement park in the human world? Where you wear matching outfits and hold hands and ride ridES AND BUY MERCH AND EAT JUNK FOOD ANDâŠ
He could feel himself hyperventilating until he finally lost control of his human form, his tailing unfurling and his horns erupting from his messy hair.Â
He wanted to go to the mouse park with you! HIM! He wanted to share a toothbrush cup and home and host a dinner for his family with you! IT SHOULD BE HIM!!!Â
Before his mind even knew what his body was doing, he found himself curling pathetically up into your bathtub. He spotted a pink bottle of something on the edge, and as he rested his head against the porcelain, he caught a whiff of the gloopy substance inside. It was shampoo. It smelled like you. And Solomon got to smell it every day.
It was the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. The anger of the envy he felt fizzled up all at once, leaving nothing but the despair. He choked out a muffled sob, one he futilely tried to catch with his hand before it fell through his fingers. He curled up tighter around himself and sobbed softly, just begging that no one hear him.
Knock knock knock knock.
He ignores it. That is, until he hears the door gently open. He seriously forgot to lock the door?! Way to go, Levi!
âLevi.â You step in and close the door behind you, looking at him sympathetically. There isnât an ounce of surprise on your visage seeing him curled up in the tub. âWhatâs going on?â
He hides his face again, hoping you didnât see his tear stained cheeks. Suddenly, he feels you step into the porcelain, lay down, and wrap yourself around him.
âIâm sorry itâs not very clean in here. I didnât really expect any of you to go into the tub.â You squeeze him ever so much tighter. âYouâre hurting me, did you realize that?â
âIâŠwhat?â
He flinches as you curl down the waist of your pants - just enough for his pact mark to peak out from the waistband. The skin around the sigil is red and agitated, as if it had been freshly branded onto you all over again. His mark, as he knew well, was the biggest you had, enveloping your hip and thigh. After Mammon greedily claimed the space over your heart, his jealousy made sure his was the biggest one youâd ever have. He watches you wince slightly as you pull the band back up over your stomach and feather your fingers over your thigh.Â
âItâs hurting my heart too. To feel you hurting like this.â
âDisney.â
ââŠDisney?â
Levi sighs and hesitantly glances at you from his periphery.
âEveryone is so jealous right now. All of them. Even Barbatos! Itâs suffocating me. Theyâre probably jealous of you being here, living with Solomon, and him having you all to himself. Heâs shady, who knows what heâll try! And Iâm jealous too, you know! Of course I am! And thenâŠthen I saw your toothbrushes. And your cup. You must have gone together. And I want to go with youâŠâÂ
His voice fades to a whisper, every ounce of his energy sapped by the envy radiating within the house. You are quiet for a moment.
âDo you know why he took me?â
 Levi barely cared, but he listened anyway.Â
âBarbatos stopped by one day. He had some kind of business with Three Crows and took the opportunity to say hello. He mentioned that Diavolo and you guys were all at Devilcat Land that day. After Barb left, I was so sad, wishing I could have been there with everyone. With you.â
This got Leviâs attention, and he huffs out a short burst of disbelieving laughter.
âWe had to leave early because I started crying on the teacups. It made me think about that time,â you interrupt yourself with an involuntary chuckle, "that you spun our cup so fast that Lucifer threw up! The Avatar of Pride! Spun a little too fast and threw up in a Devilcat trash can!âÂ
Levi softens, laughing with you, his grip around you tightening.
âDonât be jealous.â You press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips, wet with tears. âBecause I miss you every day.â
Satan
He knew he must have mirrored Luciferâs body language, brooding over his glass of red wine, but he was too mad to care. Maybe âmadâ wasn't precise. His eyes went to Levi, his face contorted with some sort of discomfort and clutching his stomach. Asmodeus made a comment about Leviâs upset stomach, but Satan was too emotionally intelligent to believe it was his lunch from earlier that ails him: he must be overwhelmed by everyoneâs envy. Leviâs. The rest of his brothersâ. Satanâs.
Satan kept it hidden well, of course. It was what he did constantly and what he did best - keeping his emotions in check. His expression had yet to falter and his tail remained concealed as he perused the selection of your bookshelf. He allowed himself a subtle smile, seeing some of the books he had loaned you. He spies a few books that seem like human realm bestsellers he didnât recognize, but he hoped youâd loan him later if they were any good. He trusted your taste in literature. A few magical reference books, andâŠoh please⊠The Lesser Key of Solomon. He couldnât help but roll his eyes. How pompous to have a copy of your own book in your own house. He could feel his irritation rising.
âMEOW.â
His head immediately snaps to the source of the familiar sound. A small, adorable, yellow cat prances right up Solomon, nuzzling his precious fluffy face on his leg. Solomon shifts his attention to the cat and scritches his chin. âOh! There you are.â
Satanâs head goes fuzzy, his ears buzz, and his heart practically drops into his feet. This was it. He felt the barbs of his tail flick against his ankle and fortunately had the wherewithal to wrap it around his leg before it hurt someone. He stares, jaw hanging, mouth agape. You have a cat together.
âYouâŠhave a cat togetherâŠâ His tone is somewhere between a question and a statement. The displeasure is now apparent on his face.Â
They have a cat together.
âNo!â Â Satan is grounded by your cry and the thunder of legs pattering down the stairs. âHe was supposed to be a surprise!â You hurry down in a frazzled state and scoop the cat up into your arms.
âTch. Heâs not my cat.â Solomon finally teases. âHeâs mostly MCâs. We found him wandering outside soon after we moved in here. Ask MC what they named him. I wanted to name him Abraham.âÂ
Still, Solomon stares fondly at the cat, and holds his paw between his thumb and index fingers. For a moment, it almost sounded like Solomonâs tone had a hint of jealousy of its own. You carry the bundle of fluff over to Satan. You give the kitty a loving kiss on the forehead before passing him to Satanâs oh-so-eager arms. Satan runs a finger over the catâs green collar until he finds the name tag. He flips over the little silver fish to reveal the catâs name.
Satan Jr.
The flush on Satanâs cheeks creep across his entire face, ears and all.Â
âI know Lucifer wonât let you keep one, not after the incident. I thought, maybeâŠhe could be our cat. And, you know, mostly live with me. But still!â
Satan peered down wide-eyed at the bundle of fluff, already so comfortable in his arms. Satan Jr.? Theirs?? It felt almost likeâŠthis cat was their child. In an instant, every ounce of fury that had built up in his body was transmuted to bliss. He arranged Satan Jr. in his arms so he was pressed against his chest, caressing him like he might his own spawn.
âThen I suppose we have a cat together.â
He tried to play it cool, but you couldnât help but chuckle at the unbridled joy on his face and the brightness in his smile.
Asmodeus
He is definitely seeing something he shouldnât - but he canât look away.
Itâs perhaps one of the most beautifully surreal scenes heâs witnessed since his time in the Celestial Realm, yet itâs so unapologetically human.
He had initially been drawn to the sound of your sweet voice, singing as clear as crystal rims in the echoes of the kitchen while you watched over the honey cakes in the oven. He was pulled in as if it were a sirenâs song, but it wasnât. It was beautiful you.Â
He stopped himself from joining you when he heard Solomonâs voice, equally beautiful and equally moving, begin to duet your own.Â
Perhaps the song had started one day as one of you overhearing the other, recognizing the melody, and clumsily singing along. Now, however, it was like some kind of hauntingly beautiful mating call between two human lovers. Your voices were intertwined, complimenting each other, rehearsed. You two must have sung this together often.
Asmodeus couldnât help but peek at his two favorite humans in the kitchen, but now he almost wishes he hadnât.Â
Because what he sees when he peers in is the two of you, dancing slowly and softly together as you sing your beautiful melody to each other. Solomon smiles and stares lovingly into your eyes as your cheeks flush and you sing your line. The adoration in Solomonâs gaze is unmistakable. His hand in your hand, Solomon softly rocks you to the music the two of you create together. The golden hour sun lights up every single color on your irises and peppers your skin with the rainbows from the suncatchers youâve hung in the kitchen window.Â
From the open window pours a warm spring breeze that lifts your hair to dance in the currents, and assaults Asmodeusâ face with the sweet scent of spring flowers andâŠyou.Â
It is ethereal.Â
To see such beauty completely removed from himself begins to arouse envy in his chest. This kind of beauty is unique to humanity, and he cannot be a part of it. But it is not you he is envious of.
Asmodeus loved Solomon. He did. But he had felt the kind of love he feels with Solomon before and will likely feel it again. You, though. You. You made him experience that agony and euphoria of being in love. A feeling he thought he was completely incapable of. Until you.
But if his favorite humans were mates, thenâŠthat made sense right? You make sense together. And Asmodeus could have his pick of anyone else in the three realms. Maybe he could even convince the two of you to let him in on things. So why did it hurt so much?
âApologies, darling apprentice, but I saw your grimoire open this morning. Youâre working on a Beltane ritual, yes?â
The singing stopped, but Solomonâs grip on you remained. Asmo could still hear Solomonâs voice despite his hushed tone, because he could pick up the tone of seduction anywhere. While ordinarily Asmodeus would appreciate the game, the honey in Solomonâs words to you made him sick.Â
Even as a human realm holiday, Asmodeus had heard of Baltane. This one, after all, was adjacent to his domain: a holiday of flames, fertility, andâŠ
âI could help, if youâd like me too. We can even jump over the flame together this year. Wouldnât that be fun? Then, once we prepare, we can perform the ritual.â Though Solomon whispers against your ear, Asmodeus can faintly make out Solomon purring, âSex magic is very powerful.â
And with that, Asmodeus was gone. Heâd already seen too much.Â
After dinner, as Asmo shoved his arm through the white, leather sleeve of his jacket to leave, he wondered how he could distract himself from yours and SolomonâsâŠritualâŠlater. Perhaps he could find someone at The Fall to drown his sorrows in. After all, itâs not like you and Asmo were exclusive. You could fuck whoever you wanted and he wouldnât care, he lied to himself. Heâs shaken from his jealous slurry of thoughts by a warm hand on his forearm.
âAsmo, wait!â
He takes a deep breath before turning to face you. âI had a great time tonight, hun, thanks for inviting us! I have to get going, but-â
âI need your help with a ritual tonight!âÂ
Your cheeks flush and your eyes sparkle as you look at him. Youâre projecting an air of shyness, but Asmodeus can smell it in your pheromones, no mistake. Lust. You were simply adorable. âP-please.â
Ah, interesting. So the ritual wasnât meant to be performed with Solomon. It never was. How embarrassing for Solomon. Amusement dances in his eyes thinking about you rejecting his advance mere moments after he had walked away. Solomon would be spending the night of Beltane alone, while AsmoâŠ
The corners of Asmodeusâ mouth curl into a dangerous smile and he gently pulls you into him by your hips.
âItâs Beltane, is it not? What kind of ritual could you need me for, darling?â
Youâre silent a moment, the blush dusting your cheeks deepening by the second. âItâs Beltane.â You respond.
âWell, wellâŠâ You could practically see the hearts in his eyes just before he gently pulled your mouth to his, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He murmurs against your lips in a deep, seductive tone, âBlessed Beltane.â
Part 2 ->
#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me solomon#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me#obey me fluff#obey me x mc
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Hi! Can I request a reader x Wukong or Destined one nsfw headcanons about the reader admitting they are into rougher things like manhandling, hair tugging andbiting?
Oooo okay! I think these two would differ a bit for sure. Iâll give this my best shot! I think if this was something you were into both of them would be down and fairly into it themselves. This can be seen as âonce in a whileâ or âall the timeâ depending on your preferences!! I left it Gen Neutral :)
I personally head canon him, (DO/SW), as obviously intelligent and such but that he has some instinctual tendencies too from his animal nature that sometimes come out in moments like these. So expect some growling / chest rumbles. Slipping deeply into instincts on accident that kinda thing. NSFW WARNING MINORS DNI!!
Destined One:
- [ ] Would be hesitant at first mainly because itâs new
- [ ] I feel like (personally) he never gave sex and stuff much importance, his journey being top priority. So anything new added here is exciting but also nerve wracking - heâd only show that with his tail twitching nervously though
- [ ] Definitely into it and has thought about it before. He might have accidentally bitten you in the middle of sex before or almost did.
- [ ] Especially into it when he sees how into it you are. This would again reflect in his tail swishing with interest and his eyes narrowing and heavy breathing.
- [ ] Might need a little reassurance at first and would check in.
- [ ] Very conscious of how much strength heâs using at all times. Hes strong and wouldnât want to truly hurt you.
- [ ] But, once heâs comfortable? Hes locked in.
- [ ] Heâs going to pay attention to you and how you react so heâs going to know exactly how hard you like it. And exactly how much you can take fairly quickly.
- [ ] His instincts might come into play regularly too, wanting to mark you with bites or grazing your skin with his claws.
- [ ] He will leave finger bruises on your hips, thighs, wrists, etc from how tightly heâd hold on especially if he loses himself a bit to his animal nature. His grip on your body sometimes being almost too strong.
- [ ] Hes a biter. Once given the go ahead heâs definitely taking advantage of it because he craves nipping your skin or biting you as he orgasms. Especially if it makes you tighten up on him. He REALLY loves your neck, shoulders, and thighs.
- [ ] If heâs particularly amped up from you teasing him too much he might bite your asscheek so you have to feel it every time you sit down. The corner of his mouth would lift up in just barely a knowing smirk as you shift uncomfortably.
- [ ] Your hair will be pulled so he can have better access to your neck and shoulders for licking and biting.
- [ ] Would definitely grunt and curse under his breath right next to your ear as he nips it, pulling your head back by your hair.
- [ ] Biting would be controlled for the most part, he may accidentally bite too hard if hes too absorbed in his pleasure so he always tries to pay attention. But you probably have at least 1 bite mark that he licks and nips possessively when he can.
- [ ] He WILL manhandle you. There is a quiet dominance to him, if you tease him too much or heâs pent up OR hes got too much adrenaline going from a fight? Expect to be thrown over his shoulder without so much as a warning and taken to somewhere HE deems safe and private enough to have you. Even if thatâs HIGH up in a tree.
- [ ] Will put you into whatever position he wants if you dont specify first or tell him you want something specific. Remember he is STRONG and can hold your weight easily.
- [ ] If you let him he will fuck you HARD - again especially if he loses himself to his instincts. His thrusts will be rough and demanding. Expect to orgasm as much as he can make you until he himself is done.
- [ ] Will always check though just before to make sure youâre still okay with the rough treatment, might have a specific look or uses a few words to make sure.
- [ ] He wants to hear you! So he will do what he can to make sure youâre loud for him.
- [ ] So soooo gentle with after care. Heâd make sure to caress you softly and help you clean up. His tail would wrap around you comfortingly so you know heâs there as he takes care of you. Would cuddle you and hold you close to him as he gently kisses your skin.
Wukong
- [ ] Alight you asked for it. Literally. Be prepared.
- [ ] He is going to tease you. It that, âoh ho ho, cant get enough of me huh?â Kinda ways - his tail would swish with excitement though betraying his âcoolâ attitude.
- [ ] Wukong has been around a long time, so heâd have impeccable control in certain situations with his strength and I feel like heâd FIND that control here. He does not want to hurt you. Ever.
- [ ] But.
- [ ] I feel like he would push your buttons. And I dont mean heâd want you to safe word all the time or something. He isnt toxic that way. But he is going to push you to find your limits so he can make it the best for you every time.
- [ ] At first heâd probably be a bit light on you, over time gaining more confidence in you and himself (which hed never admit that he was nervous about possibly hurting you).
- [ ] Heâs gonna coo at you and tease you all fucking night as you guys are going at it though.
- [ ] VOCAL. Does NOT shut the hell up. His mouth is FILTHY.
- [ ] Wukong will know your body and he is going to know it well.
- [ ] Expect your hair to be pulled and your head turned this way and that as he teases you and talks to you.
- [ ] The way you tighten up on him and moan as he pulls on your hair pleases him and hed make sure to experience that often enough.
- [ ] Outside of sex hes gonna pull your hair just to fuck with you (edge you) or make you impatient.
- [ ] He is going to suck, nip, and lick you from your toes to your head.
- [ ] Your nipples are going to be his fav to nip/suck at and pull at with his fangs (not too hard of course)
- [ ] You 100% have a scar from him biting you somewhere on your body that he will touch randomly because no one else but HIM & you knows itâs there.
- [ ] Might bite the back of your neck to keep you in place just before he orgasms even though his hands are keeping you in place as he fucks you so damn hard. His tail would be wild here LOL
- [ ] Your chest and thighs are LITTERED with bites and bruises from him sucking on your skin. If your on your knees/pressed down face first your back doesnt escape his mouth.
- [ ] Your leg also might wear a mark from his tail wrapping around you so tightly.
- [ ] He is careful with his claws - but on the off chance he loses himself to his instincts OR you say its okay, he might dig them in a little too hard and now you have ten little scares on your skin.
- [ ] He is a KING. He is going to move you exactly where he wants you. Donât forget how strong he is and how much control he has over it.
- [ ] He will contort you as he sees fit as his hips slam into you over and over. Your weight is NOTHING to him.
- [ ] Might listen to your request for a position but he will make you ask for it multiple times or hed take his time and THEN get to what you wanted from him.
- [ ] Outside of sex if you push him too much or tease him too far heâs going to smile wide, fangs on display before carrying you off - dont mistake this though he will make you scream for him and wont give two fucks who hears you. The sight of you though is for his eyes only.
- [ ] Your ass? Hah. Itâs going to be bright red with HIS handprints.
- [ ] Later heâs going to brush his tail across your ass as you walk (wobble LOL) just to watch you shudder from being so raw and sensitive.
- [ ] Expect to be done when he says youâre done. He demands your pleasure. Itâs not a request. DEMANDS you give him as much as you can. Orgasm city if he can help it and time allows.
- [ ] He will be so good to you after and will make sure to pamper his mate like any king would. In moments like these heâs especially tender and would make sure to rub you down and get you water. Heâd lick any wounds he made (and tend to them). Praise you, all that lovely stuff! His tail would brush up and down your skin soothingly and comfortingly.
#black myth wukong#black myth wukong x reader#sun wukong x reader#destined one x reader#bk kai writes#hope this came out okay!
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Taurus placementsđ
đSun in taurus-i believe that they have one thing in common: they have hobbies that fulfill them. you won't catch them overworking themselves to the point that they do not take a break to do something they love. they are good at different things as well and are often fast learners. no matter what other placements they have, i think they have a pretty approachable nature. i have met people with this placement who are quite intelligent. i think they are a bit impatient at times and want to do things their own way, and it's up to you whether that offends you or not lol. loving and sensitive people at their core<3
đMoon in taurus-some of the warmest people you will ever meet. they value the people in their lives and they are often a voice of reason when you need it the most. they know how to pay attention to you and converse with you respectfully, even when you disagree on things. they have specific worldviews that are difficult to change, but if they think you're sensible and kind, they may try to change their perspective. that being said, in any other scenario, good luck changing their mind. they're pretty chill most of the time, so when you provoke a strong reaction out of them, you probably made a huge mistake (good luck). they're also soft honestly, but do not be mistaken, they are strong people. i have noticed that they are usually closer to their mums than dads, and their dads have a distant character. main love language: acts of service<3
đAscendant/rising in taurus- um, stunning and magnetic. this is well-known though, but they deserve to hear it every time. they are charming and the women give off girl-next-door vibes. i feel like they all share similar eyes, just google the celebs and you'll see what i mean, just a warm look overall. some may appear intense, depending on their other placements, but as soon as you talk to them it feels like you're talking to a friend. oh and the elegance some of them have? amazing. intelligent as wellđ
đMercury in taurus-i have to say, i did not expect them to be so talkative. they are a bit shy when talking to new people or those they do not feel that comfortable with, but as soon as they relax with someone, they are yappers lol. when they like a topic, it's possible they have given it a lot of thought so they have a lot to say. similarly to aries mercury, they have strong opinions but they can be more open-minded when they want to. they can sound too objective sometimes, and give a bit harsh advice. they also love to gossip, sometimes even too loud when they're into it. to me, they have a specific voice, it kind of stands out among others. some men with this placement are known for having a really nice voice
đVenus in taurus-they adore the idea of love. you'll catch them watching rom-coms every once in a while so they could satisfy that part of them. if they don't show their romantic side when they're with you, you're wasting your time cause they're clearly not that into you. they want you to share some of their interests, possibly because they want to spend even more time with you and feel like you get each other. i think they can also be guilty of idealising their partners a lot and create an image of their persona that's not real. one of their main love languages is gift giving, heavy emphasis on this.
đMars in taurus-intimidating when you cross them. they are pretty good at going after what they want and although they experience a lot of stress until they achieve things, they still excel at it. they may hide their frustrations pretty well, and then when they're alone or with people they can be themselves with, lmao they let out so many emotions. at this point i'm even ashamed to describe them as "stubborn" because that's their middle name, everyone knows it. out of all the placements i feel like they lean the most toward conservative views? do let me know if im on the right track here. they also need to watch out for being insensitive at times
đJupiter in taurus-i'll have to be brief here (sorry) because i don't know anyone with this placement, but only what i've read over the years. they usually have a good eye for aesthetics and appreciate following one themselves, they know how to cook and in general provide a sense of a comfortable home. they are good with all things material, and they are quite sensual. they know how to enjoy life and use their sensibility and charm to succeed, and get far in life. i respect them tbh!
đSaturn in taurus-it isn't easy for them to focus on the material world and focus on what's right in front of them. they're often in their daydreams and are quite capable people, but they need a push sometimes to actually start doing things (khm procrastinators) that does not mean they are irresponsible, but they experience difficulties with the worldly expectations (hope this makes sense). they are sensible and wise, but the part that requires to act on it can sometimes shut downđ«i've read this many times and can confirm it since i have this placement: scared of losing things-property/money/land, you name it. lastly, they just understand how people function and they are wise!
thank you for reading this, hun! i would love to hear your feedbackđ
#astrology#astrology observations#astro observations#taurus#taurus placements#rosesnbooks#ik i haven't written about neptune and uranus#but that's because i like to focus on the houses more in that case#divider by fairytopea
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if requests are open, i'd like to ask for a fic of yandere batfam caring for a sick reader (i've got 1 foot in the grave rn đ€) with forced infantilization (if that doesn't squick you out, hopefully) gn reader would be preferred. thank youuu đ
They are in fact open and fun fact, ive never done infantilization before so im super excited. I think what I'm doing to do is like a mini fic of each batfam member and how they're deal with you being sick. I'll totally do a gn! reader but they might come across as non binary.
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Alfred: not the worst but not the best. Fussing over you all the damn time whenever you have even the faintest bit of even a cold because heâs lost enough people, you will not be one of them. He tucks you in bed. and will read to the books he read when he was young, smiling to himself with you fall asleep from the drugged milk. Over all a 5/10
Bruce: Doesnât really believe in it. Thinks that forcing you to be strong will make you, an oldest daughter even stronger. Still when you get sick heâs so gentle with you, cooing that he loves you and that soon youâll be all better, that your dad is here now. It hurts so badly because you know who he is and yet heâs so fucking gentle with you. 5/10
Dick: Honestly heâs like this all the damn time. Says that because you were an oldest you ought to relive your childhood. Holds basic respect over you to make sure that you do what he wants when he wants because you know that heâll go back to that coddling cooing cruelty if you donât. When youâre sick itâs turned up to the max because he likes taking care of people who canât fight back. Likes being able to hug you and hold you and love on you all he wants. 8/10
Jason: Heâs definitely more gentle with you than he is with his siblings but definitely has rough edges. He sees you as someone that needs to be protected but in the manor you are more equal. He fusses when youâre sick for sure because even though he knows that you have the best medical care, he still remembers all the people he lost in crime ally. Heâs not obvious about it because he doesnât know how to be but yikes does this man watch over you like a hawk. 4/10
Cassandra: Thinks that youâre weak and needs her care in a way that her siblings and steph do not. Cass respects strength and the ability of people to take care of themselves ,and you in her eyes can not do that. So when you fight, she forces you down, humming sweet lullabies from cultures all over the world. When youâre sick it proves her point because the rest of them would have been over this by now. You need her. 7/10.
Tim: uses it to manipulate the fuck outta you. Tells you that you are weak, that your sickness is proof you need their love and attention. Will drug you to be dependent on them will youâre ill and probably made you sick in the first place so youâd learn that you belonged in the family, that there is no going back for you. Calls you a child even though youâre older than him. 8/10
Duke: They almost coordinate with Tim, making sure that you never suspect any of them. Dukeâs power is words, they know how to spin them and manipulate them and make it so that you arenât really sure of whatâs real and what you dreamed up. A gaslighter to the max. Loves and respects you but thinks that you need to stay here, you arenât strong enough to be a batâs lieutenant. 7/10
Damian: While Dami does think that you are weak, he also thinks that. there is a value to you that the others do not quite understand. You soothe the family and act asa merger so that even when they anger each other, they come back for you. Damian is very intuitive and this allows him to understand you better even if he lacks empathy to those outside of his family. Even when you are ill he worries over you but demands you heal because you are strong. 0/10
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Dirty work: Jason Todd x reader
A/N: I am a firm believer that even in his post-patrol haze and surge of energy all Jason Todd needs from his beloved princess are hugs, not fucks and i will die on this hill.
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The adrenaline was still fuzzing in his system, even after hours and hours of his night job in Gotham. It was stressful and hitting on all his sensitive spots hidden so deep under the surface. Muscles moving in the trained motion he practised milion times before, each instinct spurred on by imagination running wild.
Hurt, scared, innocent kids, left to tend to themselves on the streets.
Ordinary citizens exposed to the aftermath of whatever drama and destruction the mobs and gangs decided to wage that night.
Terror on the street on women who were working the night shift, trying to make a living, make ends meet.
And the same shit going on over and over again every fucking night, because fucking someone had a fucking moral code. Because fucking someone refused to put an end to something terrible, too afraid to stain his fucking soul.
Red Hood didn't have a soul to save anymore.
Not after everything that happened in his life.
Dirty wokrk, but someone had to do it.
One life taken, dozens of other's saved. Felt like constantly being at war and the heat of the fight made it so much easier to forget about the sacrifices made along the way.
Red Hood was strong, tough and ready to take on the hardest responsiblity of cleaning Gotham of scumbags and crimnals.
But after?
Once the first rays of a morning sun loomed on the horizon, Jason knew it was time to go home. Take off the mask. Became an ordinary man once more.
Hoping, wishing and praying she wouldn't kick him out again this time. That she would take him, despite the blood on his hands, the injuries on his body and deep scars on his soul.
Not a Red Hood anymore.
Jason Todd. Human. Man. Boyfiend.
The energy was still high when he climbed to the apartment and stood on the wooden floor, carefullly avoiding that one screetching floarboard, almost stepping on his toes to not wake her.
"Jason."
Years of vigilantism and dealing with shit.
Hightened instincts and senses.
And yet, Y'N's voice in the morning, in the empty, quiet apartment made him jump from surprise, causing her to giggle, causing the surprise to give way to a wave of warm feelings.
"Morning, sunshine."
"Depends. Did you bring me breakfast?" she teased
"Since when do you eat breakfast?"
"It doesn't matter if I do!" she got out of the bed, yawning widely, rubbing her eyes and stepping closer to him, taking his helmet off, mindful of the explosived installed there (biting her tongue to not say something about using a protection that was simultaniously life threatening) "You are supposed to preach me about not eating healthy and feeding me with the best groceries. Croissaints, fancy salads, low fat cheese. All that stuff!"
"Are you for real?" he frowned in confusion upon her words. What was going on here?
"Nah, I'm joking cause I can tell that under all this pose you're tired. Though maybe a bit of laugh would do you good. Even if it;s at my expense" she smiled cupping his cheek and meeting his eyes "What do you need? hugs, kisses, cuddles? Or somehing more intense?" that was an obvious hint she was willing to help if he needed some action to blow off some steam.
"Can you just be with me? I just need your presence next to me. Knowing this is all real and I won't wake up alone again." hearing those words coming from Jason was the biggest leap of faith. He was not the one to admit to feeling tired or that something was weighting on his conscience once out of the mask. Never in the million years. But with her - it was simpler, easier, knowing she would just listen and observe rather than fill the silence with silly questions and talking and preaching and lamenting about his behaviour.
"I'm here. I promise, it's all real. You're not alone." She nodded calmly.
Jason produced the tiniest smile and let her guide him to the warm bed with the soft sheets smelling like her, with her arms wrapped around him like a soft cocoon.
And it was just fine.
No need to talk or to explain or to fight anymore.
Getting rid of this feeling that nothing made sense, his efforts were futile and no one would ever understand him.
Finally, a little bit of peace and maybe - just maybe - the tiniest amount of happiness brought by the steady beating of her heart in his ear and the gentle movement of her fingers in his hair.
True meaning of intimacy between two people.
Bonding for life.
#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x you#jason todd fluff#red hood fluff
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