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coco-loco-nut · 2 years ago

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Guardian Angel

Pairing: Omaha x Reader, Pining!Hangman x Reader

- Callsign Indigo

A/n: If I’m honest, the rest of the twelve don’t get enough attention. Like have you seen Omaha and Harvard… damn they can get it. But also, low key simp for silently protective Hangman.

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You knew that there was a clique within the pilots that were called back, and you were fine with that. You had Omaha and Harvard, your friends since the Academy. Hell, you and Omaha have spent one too many nights in each other’s bed when things got lonely on deployment, toeing the line of a relationship and friends with benefits. Even if you weren’t friends with those other pilots, you were still one of the best and one of the few female pilots to be top in their class. You went up, performed just as well as everyone else, then enjoyed hanging around the edge of the room. Bob would stop and chat sometimes, but never stayed. Harvard teases you that a young 28-year-old like you needs to go out more, but you brush it off.

“Come on, Indigo. Let’s grab dinner,” Harvard stands in front of the shyer pilot. You are sort of the opposite of Phoenix. She is bold, sassy, or the center of attention. You prefer your alone time, aren’t one for large social interactions, and usually just fly by. It helps with your flying though, you are a top stealth pilot, more so than most of the people here. So when you accidentally beat Maverick in a dogfight, it caught some unusual attention.

“Harvard, I’m not in the mood. I’ll go, then people who I don’t know are going to ask me how I did it, and I’ll hate it,” you groan as the pilot barges into your unlocked room.

“They won’t, Omaha will make sure of it. You know, if you let them get to know you, they would love you,” he pokes your stomach, causing you to giggle.

“Who else goes on rants and talks our ear off? And God knows they need a mom friend like you, because Bob can’t do it all. If they can’t see the smart, kind, beautiful, badass pilot that you are, that’s on them,” Omaha steps in, having been at the door the whole time.

“Aww guys, I love you. Now stop being softies and lead the way. I’m actually starving and you two will be my meal if you don’t hurry,” you lead the way out of your room to the mess hall.

“When were you going to mention you know Hangman?” Omaha asks as you grab a tray.

“Probably never because it doesn’t matter. Where did you hear that?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. You detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“He overheard you tell Bob,” Harvard comments, earning a sharp look from Omaha.

“Well, you didn’t hear correctly then. I know of Hangman. We went to the same school, but he was three grades ahead of me,” you inform him. Sure, it was a smaller school, but you were too much of a wallflower to draw attention to yourself.

“See, no reason to get your panties in a twist,” Harvard teases the other pilot. The three of you sit at your usual table, talking about some random topic.

“Indigo, nice flying up there,” Phoenix compliments, taking a seat at your table. One by one, more pilots join until Hangman claims the final seat beside you. Questions were asked around, Omaha and Harvard tried to field them for you, but you gave short answers, withdrawing into yourself.

“Did y’all know that Indigo and I went to the same high school?” Jake mentions as everyone finished eating. Internally you start panicking as you shut down externally.

“You did? What was he like?” Coyote asks, you stare at him for a second.

“The same,” is what you muster. Omaha squeezes your hand underneath the table. You both would never admit it to anyone but Harvard, but you are essentially dating.

“Indigo here was the captain of the soccer team as a junior, she did a lot of sports,” Jake seems to be responding to a question that you blanked on. How did he even know that? He would’ve graduated by then.

“I gotta go,” you quickly leave the mess hall, making your way back to your room. A knock on your door ten minutes later pulls you out of your book. “Go away, Omaha. I’m not in the mood,” you call out, starting the line again.

“It’s not Omaha. It’s me, Jake,” Hangman replies. With a grunt, you push yourself off the bed and open the door.

“What do you want, Hangman?”

“Can I come in?” He asks, acting the most like a normal person than you’ve seen from him.

“Would it matter if I said no?” You sigh, stepping aside.

“It would. Unlike the other pilots, I actually like you,” he enters your room and sits in the desk chair. You close the door and sit on your bed.

“How nice of you,” you deadpan, somehow comfortable with him.

“Look, I’m sorry if mentioning our connection made you uncomfortable. It’s just that everyone was curious about you and I wanted to feed them information to get them off of your back,” Hangman admits. You look up from the ground in shock. This is a different Jake Seresin than the one you knew. He is an arrogant prick, and this one actually noticed and considered your feelings.

“How did you even know? I knew because everyone knew you, you were the most popular in your class and all the girls in mine wanted to be with you. Hangman, people in my own grade didn’t know me,” you point out, making him think.

“Indigo, people noticed you. You were the shy, smart, athlete who -like me- wanted to be a pilot. Guys wanted you, but I told them to leave you alone. You would’ve hated the way they talked about you, and you would have hated the attention. I noticed you. The pretty soccer player who skipped a grade and ran track with me, and loved to wear purple,” Hangman moves to sit beside you and you let him, processing his words.

“You are four years older than me,”

“I came home a lot,”

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper. Hangman rests his hand on yours for a second.

“I just wanted to let you know that I have your back,” he replies gently, matching your tone.

“I-, uh, thanks,” you just sit there. All this time he’s just been there. Your guardian angel.

“Indigo, hey, look at me,” he says softly, and you turn your head to him, looking at his green eyes and fluffy short blonde hair. His small lips that before now you never thought of kissing but now you wouldn’t mind. Part of you mind is betraying the other part that screams about Omaha. “Everyone here loves you and wants to get to know you like Omaha and Harvard. There will be a bonfire on the beach tomorrow night, you should join us,” he says the last sentence after a couple seconds.

“Thanks, Hangman. I’ll think about it,” you offer a smile, knowing that you probably won’t go. Hangman pauses at the door, looking back at you.

“Jake. For you it’s always been Jake,” he decides, closing the door behind him. You try his name quietly to your self, deciding that despite knowing each other before the Navy, his name was still for private use only.

True to your thoughts, you had no intention of going to the bonfire. You just received a new book and you were deep in it when Omaha knocked on your door.

“Come on, beautiful, the beach waits for no one,” he says as he opens the door, observing you barely react to him.

“Can’t. Book,” you don’t even look up. Omaha lays on your bed beside you, watching.

“You could bring the book with you,” he suggests, immediately pulling you out of your zone. “Please, if I have to spend the night with just Harvard and all the other pilots, I’ll go crazy. I need you with me to keep me sane,” he gives you puppy eyes and you can’t say no.

“Okay, for you. But you owe me another date to that café,” you smile and bookmark your page.

“I will take you on as many dates as you want, as long as I’m alive,” he gives you his megawatt smile, one he reserves for those close to him, and presses a soft kiss on your lips. You hum and pull away.

“Get out, I gotta change,” you shoo him out with a laugh at the pout and quickly scan your wardrobe. You decide on cotton shorts with an old Navy tee over a swimsuit. After pulling you hair into a messy bun, you pack a small bag and join Omaha in the hall. He grabs your hand and you start walking to the beach. You both make little comments that make the other laugh, enjoying the privacy of the empty beach before you reach the others.

“Look who made it!” Rooster cheers as you both sit down by the fire. Omaha sits behind you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You two miss the jealous look that Hangman gives you both, but Harvard and Phoenix don’t.

“Neil, stop,” you laugh as he leaves feather light kisses on your neck as you read. He laughs too, you feel his chest move against your back.

“Sorry,” he whispers giving you the distraction free space you needed to read by the fire. He stayed sitting where he was, but took to annoying Harvard. You refocused on the book, deciding to finish the chapter then put it away.

Hangman was staring at you, admiring the way the fire lit up your features, your laugh and blush of annoyance as you did your best to focus on the book. He imagined it was him annoying you and not Omaha.

“Bagman, snap out of it. She’s clearly taken. Just because you went to the same school and tried to play white knight doesn’t mean she’s going to dump him,” Phoenix says getting the pilot’s attention off of you.

“She deserves better, not some asshole,” Hangman grumbles, watching as Omaha plays with your hair as you read. He should’ve talked to you sooner, kept in touch, anything. Maybe then he would be the one to play with your hair.

“Like you? So she deserves someone who isn’t an ass, but you want to nominate yourself,” Phoenix scoffs, turning around and heading towards Bob. She’s had enough of Hangman’s pining. Hangman watches her leave, turning over her words in his head until he is jerked out of it by a noise.

“Harvard! Let me down!” You are thrown over his back as he heads to the ocean. Your book is bookmarked and discarded on the sand. Omaha laughs, taking a few pictures from his spot on the sand.

“Don’t you dare. Omaha, help me!” You laugh harder. Hangman makes a move to help you, but Coyote’s glare and Omaha’s sprint stops him. Omaha gets there a little too late and watches are you are thrown into the water and a wave sweeps Harvard’s feet out from under him.

“Sorry, Indigo,” Omaha cheekily smiles at you and turns to ‘yell at’ Harvard. While he’s distracted, you sneak up on him and drag him in with you. Rooster, deciding that it looks fun, drags the others into the water, the warm fire all but forgotten. Water fights turned into chicken fights.

After multiple rounds of chicken against Phoenix and Rooster, you and Harvard finally won. Well, Rooster and Harvard didn’t actually do anything other than chat while you and Phoenix battled. As you emerge from being dunked by Harvard, Omaha traps you in a bear hug. You melt a little against his chest, humming as the salt water drips from your hair.

“Are you glad you came?” he asks, playing with the ends of your ponytail. You lean back a little to get a better view of his face. His black hair soaked in saltwater and blue eyes dark with the night.

“Very,” you choke out, a little breathless. Neither of you move as the waves push against you. You clear your throat. “Walk me home?” you ask, unwrapping your arms from around his chest. With a nod from Omaha, the two of you leave the water, heading straight for the towels in your bag. Almost no one notices as you walk the beach in the direction of the base, all your stuff gone from the fireside. Hangman was the only one. He was always watching you. Jealousy rips through him as Omaha’s arm wraps around your waist, dangerously low.

“Hangman, you have to let go,” Bob rests a hand on the pilots shoulder. Hangman shakes his head as you disappear from his eyesight.

A week later there is a knock on your door. You know it isn’t Harvard or Omaha since they are in the gym right now. You go later at night when no one is there.

“Hangman, what are you doing here?” You ask, a little concerned as the pilot hasn’t stopped by in a while.

“I have to do something,” he mumbles. He’s been stuck in a thought process for the past week, replaying scenarios over and over. Then something snapped, leading him to your door. You barely have time to register his movements before his lips come crashing onto yours. You immediately push him away.

“Hangman, Jake, stop. You can’t do that,” you fume, your friendship having been taken advantage of.

“Please, give me a chance,” he pleads, trying to take a step closer to you but you stop him.

“We are friends, I’m sorry if you got another impression. Maybe I would feel differently if I weren’t dating Omaha, but that’s not the case,” you shake your head, trying not to take pity at Hangman’s crestfallen look.

“Since when?” he whispers, searching your eyes.

“Since the beach. I’m sorry, you didn’t know. I don’t blame you, you thought I was single. Let’s move past this, okay? You are a great friend, my guardian angel,” you softly smile. The last phrase makes Jake feel sick to his stomach. He may be older than you, but he’s bent over backwards for a lot of his life trying to make sure you were happy.

Not wanting to ruin what respect and friendly love you held for him, he nods, apologies tumbling out of his mouth. He almost had to deal with a very pissed Omaha, but you reeled Omaha in while Hangman dealt with an even more pissed Phoenix. Word travels fast.

Although he always has and always will love you from afar, he stood as a best man in your wedding. He was threatened with various terrifying consequences if he objected at the wedding from multiple other pilots, but he stayed true to his word and celebrated with them. For once, the idea of you being Mrs. Neil Vikander didn’t hurt. He never showed anyone, but he had a small tattoo -a flower- to represent your callsign. Getting a few purple lines wasn’t as creative as the violet flower.

Uncle Hangman was very different from Bar Hangman. He was an incredible godfather and spoiled your kids relentlessly. You and Omaha were proud at his growth, even if you both knew he still loved you. He made it a life’s mission to protect you and your family, and he did. When you were both flying another extremely covert mission, he took a fatal hit just to make sure you made it home alive even if he didn’t. Little actions showed that even in death, he was truly a guardian angel. Your kids heard stories from everyone of Jake Seresin, pilot by day and guardian angel by night.

“Lt. Jake ‘Spider’ Vikander ready for take off,”

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So the reader was supposed to end up with Hangman, but the more I kept writing, the more I fell in love with Omaha and couldn’t think of a way to cut things off with him. Sorry to all my Hangman peeps (I’m with you)

#top gun maverick #rooster #captain pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman top gun #omaha top gun #omaha x reader #neil omaha vikander #neil omaha vikander x reader #neil vikander x reader

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slasherscream · 3 years ago

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OMG wait i got new pjs and was literally thinking of my fave characters seeing me in them too -- and now u got me EXTRA SIMPING. mine are black silk with a long sleeve button up and cute shorts :3 what are yours like!! and what kinda reactions are u thinking abt specifically if u dont mind my asking 👀 (love ur blog btw!!)

A/N: took me so long to answer this but omg yours sound so cute! mine is a long blue, silk floral nightgown with a matching robe, and it’s gorgeous. i feel like blanche devereaux in it.

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + reacting to seeing fem!reader in cute pajamas

billy loomis: Thinks you look delicate and kinda like a princess. Low-key wants to blush. He’s seen you dressed cute before, of course. But like... that was during the day. Everyone is trying to look presentable in daylight hours. He thinks it’s cute that you basically dressed up just to go to sleep. Won’t say anything besides a casual, “Cute little outfit you got there.” but he treats you a little extra sweet for awhile.

josh washington: Isn’t as caught off guard because he’s seen his mom and sisters wearing stuff like it. He still thinks your very cute though. “Did you put this on just for me?” to tease you. Hit him with that not everything is about you and watch him laugh. Now that he knows you like cute pajamas he buys you them randomly just to see you smile.

stu macher: Literally is not trying to be cool about this at all. He’s had girlfriends that wore similar stuff but you’re so much cuter than them in it! Also, he’s actually... attached to you emotionally. Which makes everything you do have a wow factor for him. Tells you that you look like a princess and is gonna jokingly do “M’lady” bullshit for the rest of the week. Is also gonna buy you more stuff. (Will throw in lingerie because he can’t help himself.)

jason dean/jd: Thinks it’s cute. Is gonna tease you a little but not much. “Hope you were expecting me and not someone else, darling.” but he knows people can wear things just for themselves. Can’t stop looking at you and is personally a little surprised at that. Is actually more turned on by cute pajamas that aren’t inherently sexual (even if they are risque) than he is lingerie.

kevin khatchadourian: If it was anyone else he’d roll his eyes. There’s a list of judgments he would pass upon them. You’re different though, even if you aren’t like him. He simplifies you in the way he simplifies himself. You’re doing it because you want to, and that’s that. It does make you look delicate, which he can appreciate. It also makes him want to lock you away for safekeeping, as if you’re an antique porcelain ballerina. You look rather breakable.

nathan prescott: With Victoria as his best friend he’s definitely seen pajamas like this before. Hasn’t seen anything like it on a girl he’s dating though so it kinda flustered him. Isn’t good at flirting so he’s definitely not gonna be able to say something sly. Actually blushes, which is cute. He barged into your room but even though you’re dating him when he saw what you were wearing, even if it’s not revealing he had to fight the urge to turn around, like he was seeing something he shouldn’t have. Do not laugh at him he’ll get mad.

sebastian valmont: This is absolutely normal to him. The only thing that catches him off guard is that he actually gives a damn this time around. He’s been with literal models, but you looking cozy and cute just to go to sleep puts a smile on his face. Will buy you so many new sets you won’t know what to do with them. Has the most taste of anyone so he doesn’t even need to ask to know what you’ll like (also, he went through your closet to get a better idea of what you like. When you’re really smart you use all available intel.)

#castieltrash1 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jd x reader #nathan prescott x reader #josh washington x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #did not proof read this hopes and prayers adjkl #crazy ass boys gang

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lorebite · 3 years ago

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K not gonna lie really want anything where Jason is a complete simp and it leads to some…interesting sexual scenarios 😈

It's like you read my mind. 😍

Also, sorry for taking so long to respond. I simply had to turn this idea into a full fic. I had a field day working on it. So, thank you for being patient while I got really carried away.

Now, without further ado, let's have 4.5k words of Jason being an unabashed simp. 😈

sickly devotion || Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. cursing, suggestive content (making out, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), edging, creampie, switch Jason), praise and pet names galore, roommates to lovers.

“What the hell?” Jason muttered through gritted teeth as he unloaded the fresh laundry, fingers wringing in a fully stained, fully pink button down shirt that looked like it might belong to him. His new white button down shirt. “You gotta be fucking with me. Jesus.”

He rummaged through the remaining heap of warm clothes in the washing machine in search of the culprit. And there he found it beneath the pile, a magenta bra in the midst of the wash. He wrinkled his nose as he picked it up by a strap, a grimace set deep on his face as if he was holding a dead rat by the tail. Oh, you were so dead when he got his hands on you.

He whipped his head to the soft wriggling of your key in the lock. You were back from your morning run. He tilted his shoulder to the side, catching a better look of the living room and the front door that was closing behind your back.

“(Y/N)?” His voice came louder and more irritated than he had intended but you were already making your way to the kitchen and it gave him no time to chew over his tone. He could hear the tired drags of your steps as they neared.

“What’s up?” Came your voice before you did. Cheeks flushed and skin coated in sweat. Your soaked t-shirt was already halfway down your arms as you stopped inside the door frame, eyes blown wide at the sour turn of his mood.

“The fuck is this?” Jason tossed the bra at your face. You caught it as you threw your t-shirt in the laundry basket.

His eyes caught your form before he could stop himself. You were in your sports bra, your sweatpants hanging criminally low below your waist. And your chest was still heaving from the run, your hair a mess beyond saving. He swallowed, his anger ebbing for an instance before you opened your mouth.

“It’s a fucking bra. What else?” You cocked an unamused brow at him, until your eyes fell on the sorry state of the pink shirt crumpled in Jason’s fist. You sucked your lips into your mouth, though the crinkle of your eyes betrayed the laugh budding in your throat. “Oh, shit. My bad.”

“Damn straight it is!” Jason thrust a pointer finger in your direction. “You have any idea how much this shit costs?”

“Look, I’m sorry. Alright?” You lifted your palms in surrender but the way your voice waned into a laugh towards the end added insult to the injury. Jason’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed deeper.

“Damn, Jason. I didn’t give you shit for it when you pissed all over my new panties with your jeans. All cos you think blue goes with grey. I’ll give you my fucking shirt.”

You were out of the kitchen before he could yap at you again, his eyes following your retreating form as his mouth fell close wordlessly. He scoffed upon your return and the white shirt held in your hands that was in a dire need of ironing. “Feel free to wash it when you like,” you flung it at him and it hit his chest softly before he caught it. “It doesn’t smell bad or anything but it’s covered in my perfume.”

Now he had to resist burying his face in the shirt and taking a whiff of it. But he didn’t even have to. Your scent was already lingering in its lines and it drifted to his nose. It smelled faint and sweet, like when you’ve worn your perfume for more than a few hours. He knew it because he’d smelled it on you when you fell asleep on his shoulder once. He’d caught it on your wrist as he lifted your arm to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“This your boyfriend’s?” He waved the article in the air, raising a questioning brow. He hoped he didn’t sound too curious for his own sake.

“Nah, my dad’s. He could survive without one more shirt. So, I stole it from him.” You winked and Jason’s heart sank into his soles. His lips struggled against a toothy smile at the fact that you were probably, likely, single. Well, it had been a while since you brought any guy to your shared apartment but it never hurt to make sure.

Oh, how he hated it when you did. At first, he walked right out the door upon returning from work if he heard your giggles from the hallway, without coming in to even say hello. He couldn’t bear the sight of you cozying up to another man and he thinks that was when the pieces began to fall into place for him, his undeniable attraction that formed before he could even realize and the pang of jealousy that roused from the thought of you sharing your touch with someone other than him.

So, he only thought that not being around you during those specific times would help ease that green feeling in his chest. But he soon learned otherwise. His mind would be consumed with your face and how it looked as you indulged in another man’s body. How your back would arch as you came undone under someone else. He wanted to be the man who made you cum, whose body you used for your own pleasure. He wanted to be the voice that moaned your name.

Then there were times he stayed because he couldn’t run away from you forever. And he was forced to listen to you through the walls in the middle of the night; your faint moans, the creaking of your small bed, and the unmistakable distinct wet noises that passed through the thin veil between your bedrooms. It didn’t take long for him to let a hand beneath the waist of his pants to touch himself, pushing his head back against his pillow as he, too joined the chorus of pleasure.

“By the way, bleach should take care of that for you.” You nodded at the pink shirt he was still holding in his hand before leaving the kitchen again. This time with no promise of coming back.

Jason took the chance to lift your shirt to his nose, sucking in a generous gulp of your scent. His ears perked up to the sound of the shower starting in the bathroom and an insistent heat crawled up his neck. He kicked himself mentally for how reactive he’s become to you.

He didn’t wash the shirt. Cos that wasn’t necessary, he thought. Cos I was lazy and that sure as hell wasn’t necessary. He stared his reflection down as he did the buttons, as if the face looking back at him was threatening to defy him.

The shirt was a pretty nice fit for him. A little tight but nice nonetheless. Though he was now very conscious of the way the sleeves dug into his biceps, bringing out the toned curve of them. And the buttons were gaping slightly on his chest.

It made him weirdly, embarrassedly, giddy when he pushed his arms through the sleeves, picturing the times your arms had been in them, the soft cotton caressing your skin. And now he was wearing this shirt, enfolded inside your fading perfume. An embrace of some sort. It made warmth roar boundlessly in the pit of his stomach, threatening to travel lower if he gave his thoughts any more reign.

He took in a breath and popped the cap off his cologne, spraying the length of his neck. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he walked out of his bedroom and to the kitchen. You joined him shortly after, hands scrunching a towel into your damp hair.

One look at you and Jason’s heart almost gave. You were wearing what you usually wore, a tank top and a pair of shorts. But he had to peel his eyes off your tight top and the small bumps of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. Out of sheer fucking respect because clearly, you trusted him enough to go commando around him.

“Want some coffee?” Jason asked as he turned his back to you to switch on the coffee machine.

He was too aware of the sounds you were making; the way the wooden chair groaned as you sat at the table, the little content sigh you heaved as you stretched your arms, or the soft drumming of your fingers on the tabletop as you hummed your response.

He nodded and added two spoons of grounded coffee to the machine, jamming the cheap plastic kettle in place as it began to buzz loudly. He could feel the weight of your gaze on him. It made the back of his neck tingle, raking a hand through his fringe. But he stopped himself immediately, remembering he had spent a good while styling it earlier and muttered a curse under his breath.

He felt light on his feet, knees barely able to carry his weight as he returned to you with a pair of steaming coffee mugs, catching your eyes immediately. He rammed into the corner of the table and he pushed out his arms in an attempt to save himself as they instead, spilled onto the tiled floor

“Shit.” He spat.

“Need a hand?”

You were joking. He knew you were joking because he heard your giggle. But his mind, like a bear trap snapping its jaws close on a prey, trapped him under a vision that he’d curse himself for now. But one he’d be alone with tonight in his bed, and he’d only have his own hands to release himself between, fueled by the ghost of your touch, your mouth, and your skin.

Oh, he wasn’t fooling himself. He’s thought of all the possibilities that he could have his way with you. Or every possibility that you could have your way with him. And sometimes, maybe more times he cared to admit, he indulged the thought of you taking the initiative; shutting him up with your lips when he’s nagging your ears, shoving him against the wall as you walked past him in the tiny hallway of your apartment, or sneaking a hand up his shirt when you’re watching a movie together.

He knew if you did any of those things, if you decided to stand from your seat and mount him right here and now, he wouldn’t stop you. And it scared him how much he was willing to give up control. But it was the kind of scary that swirled into something warm and pleasant in his heart… in his cock… Fuck! Coffee. Breakfast. Snap the fuck out of it, Jason.

Your face poked through his hazed vision. Your brows were high on your forehead, eyes locked onto him expectantly. Did you ask him a question? Shit.

“Huh?” His eyes fluttered absentmindedly.

You opened your mouth to retort, lines of irritation darkening on your face as you readied a snide remark to spit at him before a skeptical look swept across your features and you thought against it.

“Where the hell’s your head, Jason?”

“Right here.” He tapped his temple, a crooked smile curling his lips. He couldn’t believe himself now. He had no hope that you would.

“Is something going on?”

“What? No. ‘Course, not. Nothing’s going on.” He hid behind his mug as he sipped his coffee, not avoiding your eyes in an attempt to punctuate his empty lie.

“Sure,” you nodded slowly. Resting a palm on his idle forearm, you gave his feverish skin a gentle squeeze. Jason gave you a shifty glance from the corner of his eyes. Your voice dipped lower as you continued, “you know, I was just saying that you look really good in my shirt.”

He coughed on his last gulp of coffee, his ears lost on the huff of laughter that rumbled in your chest as you patted his back. You gave him a paper towel to wipe his mouth.

“Christ, man. Chill, will you?” You scoffed amusedly. “I was just messing with you.”

“Fuck’s sake, (Y/N).” He whined, rubbing a hand down his face.

Whether you meant what you said or not didn’t matter. He dug himself a hole since putting on this stupid shirt and the more time he spent around you, the more you spoke, pushed him closer and closer to falling down that hole.

“Seriously, are you okay?”

“No.” He finally gave. “No, I’m fucking not.”

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

You sounded genuinely concerned, voice blank of the pointed teasing element it had only moments ago. He nodded curtly, heart beginning to pound against his rib cage.

“Sure, let’s talk about it,” he turned his chair, so now he was completely facing you, knee knocking into yours. “This is gonna make things real awkward between us, but I just can’t anymore. I fucking can’t. I want you, okay? I want you so fucking bad. I can’t stop thinking about you in ways that I know I shouldn’t. But, fuck! I want you to absolutely ruin me. More than you’ve already had. Consume me exactly how you consumed my fucking brain. So, I can get this out of my system and move on with my fucking life.”

A deafening silence blanketed the air as Jason searched your face for any flicker of emotion, chest heaving as he slumped in his chair. Your mouth had fallen agape, for once since he’s known you, you were at a loss for words. You closed your lips and swallowed, brows drawing close.

“Give me a second to think.”

Jason nodded, biting his lip. The aftershock of his outburst suddenly weighing on him, realizing what he had just said. His impatience grew as your silence dragged on. You were staring at him, eyes shifting back and forth as if the answer you were looking for was written somewhere on the lines of his face. He could see the gears turning in your head. He wished you’d throw logic out the window and use your abysmal impulses on him just this once.

“You’re absolutely batshit, you know that?” You finally spoke and he scoffed.

Your palm sat on his cheek, thumb tracing feathery streaks on his lips. A shadow of a smirk crept on his face as he opened his mouth and hooked your digit between his teeth, his tongue curling and uncurling around it as he sucked on it soundly, cheeks hollowing, eyes never once leaving yours. A shock of heat tickled its way down to your pussy and you had to pull away before you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

Your finger slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop, lips curling down into a disappointed pout. “I didn’t say you could – mrph!”

Your lips were on his before he could finish the rest of his words, a fistful of his collar crumbled in your hand as you pulled his face to yours. Your mouth moved unforgiving and fast, teeth nipping the plump skin of his pink lips. He gasped as your tongue found his, your warm breath becoming one with his own.

You stood without breaking away and straddled him where he sat. His hands found purchase on your thighs as you lowered yourself onto his front and he moaned when you landed firmly on his crotch. You withdrew your lips for an instance to only press them back on his neck, feeling the strong thumps of his pulse against your tongue, and the low moan vibrating in the back of his throat. His fingers teased the leg of your shorts as your teeth roamed along the length of his neck, leaving bold marks in their wake. You dropped a hand to his waist to fumble with his belt.

“I have to… I have to be at work in a bit.” He managed between hurried gulps of air.

You leaned back, hooking a finger in the gap in his shirt where his buttons had pulled the fabric to reveal a small bit of his skin. He hissed as your cold finger brushed against him.

“Work can wait. I can’t. And sure as hell, neither can you.”

“But – fuck!” He arched his back as you pressed a hand down on his crotch, feeling the firm bulge poking your palm through the rough fabric of his pants.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

But he couldn’t. Not when your lips returned to his neck, traveling farther down as you undid his buttons, claiming more of his skin under your kisses. Not when you rolled your hips against his and he was almost certain that you could feel his hard cock between your thighs. Not when he knew for how long he’s been craving for you in quiet. He couldn’t. He wanted this. He wanted you.

“Don’t. Please don’t.” He choked out.

Your fingers hooked in his belt and popped it open with ease, pulling down the zipper and untucking his shirt. Jason helped you unbutton and shrug it off on the floor. You pulled back to look at him, palms resting on his heaving broad chest. You smirked as you bit your lip, caressing his smooth skin gingerly, catching the blooming wash of pink across his cheeks.

“I love this look on you.” You whispered.

A lopsided smile curved Jason’s lips as he tilted his head. “Yeah? You can have even more, baby. Just gotta ask.”

He tugged at the waist of his pants, cueing you to stand up and pull them down for him, and your legs were around him once again. His hands crawled beneath your shirt, feeling the skin of your back with the soft pads of his fingers as he peered up at you.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, claiming your lips with a kiss. “God, I just… can I take these off?” He pulled at the hem of your top for emphasis.

You smiled, raising your arms, and he lifted the article above and over your head. Abandoning the top with one hand, he trailed the finger of another along the curve of your breast, drawing a gentle line to your nipple. He traced slow circles around it, knotting the breath in your throat.

“Shit,” he grinned, biting his lip. “You’re way prettier than my mind could’ve come up with.”

He leaned into your chest, lips pressing onto the swell of your breast in an open-mouthed kiss, tongue gliding across your skin fervently. You moaned as his lips cupped around your nipple, sucking the nub between his teeth. He whined, his fingers digging into your back as you squirmed, moving his face to your other nipple. He lowered one hand to tug at your shorts and you let him pull them down along with your panties.

His finger danced across your torso, traveling lower to your mound, he lightly flicked your clit before making his way farther down, until his hand was hovering dangerously close to your folds. He felt your entrance with the tip of his finger, collecting a dab of your slick before sliding the wetness back to your clit. You shuddered, releasing a wavering breath as you gripped Jason’s shoulders for balance. He raised his finger to his mouth, darting out his tongue to swipe at its length for a taste of your arousal. He leaned his head back, moaning as he sucked his finger. Eyes returning to yours, his jaw was clenched, brows drawn close.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! Get up. Get the fuck up.”

However, he didn’t give you time to react of your own accord, lifting you by the hips himself and sitting you down on the edge of the dining table.

“Lie down for me. Come on.” He patted your thigh as he pushed your legs apart.

You leaned back on your elbows to have a view of his face as he nestled himself against your weeping pussy, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. Trailing his lips along your inner thigh, he peppered the skin with wet kisses until his mouth wrapped around your clit. You bucked into his face upon the sensation coursing through your body, moaning as you pushed your head back.

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so fucking good.” Jason’s muffled voice vibrated against you, crackling over the obscene wet noises of his mouth. “Give me your hand.”

He took your hovering hand and set it down on the crown of his head. Your fingers buried in his hair, tugging at the roots as his tongue lapped at your clit in a rhythmic pattern. He slid a finger into your folds, expertly hooking onto that sweet spot deep within you, gradually building you up. He pumped his finger faster as your breaths grew more shallow and rapid, moaning into your pussy as your walls began tightening around his finger.

“Come on, baby. Cum on my face.” He sucked your clit, harsher and more bruising. “I know you can do it.” Your nails scratched at his head and he groaned, the resonance rippling through you. “Look at me. Attagirl. Attagirl.”

You arched your back as the jolt of your orgasm scorched through your body, a loud moan scratching the walls of your throat. Jason’s hands gripped your thighs tightly, his mouth riding you through your climax before eventually slowing down. He planted gentle kisses to your thighs as you came down from your high. You lowered your hand from his hair to his chin and lifted his head, until he met your eyes.

“You did a great job, gorgeous.” You smiled, swiping a finger across his glistening lips, wet from your arousal. He grinned, the small hollows of his cheeks dipping deeper, eyes lighting up.

“Will you fuck me now?” He poked out his tongue, gliding it across your pussy in a long upward streak. The tightening heat returned to your core immediately. “Please, fuck me,” he whined. “Use me, baby. Take what you need from me.”

You weren’t planning to wait long enough for him to start begging for you. You would’ve obliged regardless. But the way his words were roiled with such neediness, his round eyes looking up at you with plea. The way he was sat on his knees before you, patiently waiting for your answer, to say that you were going to fuck him even though he already knew it himself. Of course, you would. Objection was out of the way.

“Jesus. Get up here.”

And he did. He followed you with no further words. Quickly climbing over the edge of the table, meeting your lips with his own before laying down. “Get on top of me.” He took your hand and pulled you over himself.

You propped yourself on your knees, sat inches above Jason’s throbbing cock. He held your thighs firmly as you leveled yourself with him, his fingers denting in your skin.

“Think I can get used to seeing you like this.” He chuckled. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You smiled down at him, lowering yourself slowly. He gasped as the tip of his cock nudged into your entrance. You could tell he was struggling to not thrust himself all the way inside you, squirming as you let yourself get used to his size on your own time. He groaned when you finally mounted him.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Oh, you feel so good.”

You began sliding up and down, measured, deliberate, and calculated. Jason’s iron grip on your thighs eased to help you move more comfortably. In a way, he was trying to prompt you to speed up and you obeyed for a while until Jason’s brows knitted close and his moans rose in pitch, then you slowed down. He grumbled, frustrated, sinking his nails in your thighs. You hissed and pushed down his hips as he bucked them into you, slapping his thigh lightly.

“Watch yourself.” You spat.

Jason’s eyes widened at the sudden shift in your tone. Your hands weaved around his neck as you began moving again. Your fingers pressed on his throat, crushed his whimpers before they could make it out. He curled his hands around your wrists, holding you in place as you loosened your grip.

He breathed fast and shallow, moaning as you picked up your pace, squirming under you. A string of curses slipped off his tongue, face contorting as his orgasm threatened to take over and you slowed down once again, rousing a long whine out of him.

His eyes found yours, hooded and dark as he gritted his teeth. Before you could decipher the look on his face, the intention behind it, Jason had moved and pinned you beneath him, your wrists inside his fist. You gasped as he glared down at you, his disheveled fringe dangling over your face, tickling your nose.

“I oughta teach you a fucking lesson,” he said through teeth as he took his length onto his free hand, leveling himself with your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard until you’re begging for me to stop.” He thrust into you without warning and you hissed. “And then I’ll make you cum on my fucking cock. You hear me, baby? Nod your fucking head.”

You nodded vigorously.

“Good girl.”

His pace was relentless even as he first began, pounding into you over and over, reaching deep within you. Leaving as fast as he brimmed you. The dining table creaked under your weights, fusing with the sound of skin against skin and the wet noises of your pussy, joining the grunts and moans that filled the small kitchen.

The heat burned deep in your core, coiling like a rubber band, winding tighter and tighter, begging to come undone inside you. Jason was truly adamant to get you off on his cock alone.

Your walls fluttered as your swelling arousal flitted into the first shock of your orgasm. Jason groaned. He could feel it, too. He wasn’t much far behind himself. Your nails scratched the skin of his back as your pleasure enfolded you, and finally sent him propelling over the edge as well.

Jason rest his forehead against yours as he calmed down, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Lifting himself, he pulled your hands with him, rubbing gentle circles over your wrists, kissing them softly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He let your arms down on his chest, thumbs still caressing your skin. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sat yourself up, smiling. “I actually liked that.”

“Oh, you did now?” He teased. You rolled your eyes and he gave a short laugh. “Look,” he sighed. “I know I said I just… wanted to get this out of my system but I have to ask; is this… can we do this again? Doesn’t have to be a regular thing if—”

“I’m down.” You cut him off.

“Yeah?” His crooked smile returned to his lips. “I fucking love to hear that.”

Penny for your Jason thots? 😈💦

#jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #jason kolchek x y/n #house of ashes jason #jason kolchek #house of ashes x reader #lorebite's ask party

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diavolosdaddymilkers · 3 years ago

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The Demon Bros finding out you're trans (ftm)

Lucifer

Very educated on the topic

Supports you 99.999%

Like he supports you, but doesnt see it as a big deal

He sees it as something natural

(probably expected it)

Whatever you need he will buy

ALWAYS makes time to comfort you when that dysphoria be kicking ur ass-

Respects your pronouns the most out of all the brothers (besides Satan)

Takes him the least amount of time to get accustomed

Just doesn't really care

He respects you either way

Still thinks your fucking hot and completely simps although he won't admit it

If your voice gets deeper, you get more masculine, hes probably gonna wanna make out with you.

You have to initiate it though-

Long story short, he loves you either way :)

Mammon

Makes a big deal out of it for nothing-

Tries to play it cool but ends up stuttering

"O-Oh wow- I mean uh o-okay uhm cool I gu-guess yknow? Heh-"

Misgenders you a little too often-

Poor baby doesn't mean to, he's just not used to it

Will hurt ANYONE who misgenders you (purposely)

Little hypocrite

Would 100% buy you unnecessary things

You have WAY too much expensive cologne from this man-

Will comfort you in the strangest way possible

Will probably say something along the lines of

"What do you MEAN you aren't a real man?? You smell like one! And you uhh, you identify as one.. and... YOURE A MAN OKAY??? Now man up and let's go shopping!"

He loves you tho <3

Will get a little jealous if you start getting more muscular than him-

Overall a 7/10 with this

Leviathan

Doesn't really care much

As long as you still watch anime and play games with him, he's happy :)

"Oh yeah! It reminds me of that one anime "I woke up a girl and didn't like it so now I identify as a man"! That's so cool!"

Tries not to misgender you a lot but still makes little mistakes here and there

Thinks you're even cooler than before

Admires your bravery to come out about it

Once he realized you TRUSTED him with this, he melted in the middle of his game-

Doesn't know how to comfort you, but he still tries his best :)

Offers to watch anime with you when dysphoria plays peek-a-boo with your sanity-

"Uh hey... Wanna watch a new anime I found? It's called "This Conveniently Placed Anime For When Your Dysphoria Is A Bully."

If you have muscles, PLEASE hold him in your arms-

Low-key respects you

Satan

Like his father brother, very educated on said topic

"As expected."

Like okay Expresso cookie

Just like Lucifer, he most likely saw it coming

Will help you with anything you need, want, or desire.

simp

Doesn't react much, he loves you either way :)

Okay but if your voice gets deeper, you are now his personal narrator.

It's your part-time job.

Read every book to him. Please. He craves it.

Probably suggests getting top surgery, just because he doesn't like to see you dysphoric :(

But when you do get dysphoric, he will tell you about all his favorite trans male characters and how he admires you

See now if someone decides to make a negative comment...

Blood. Need I say more?

Asmodeus

Your #1 supporter

Wayyy too excited but he means well

"..."

"EEEEEEE!!!! COME ON!!! WE HAVE TO REDO YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE!!!"

Makes a really big deal out of it, in the best way possible

WILL show you off

"Hey look at my boyfriend! Isn't he handsome? Of course he is! I can only be seen with the best of the best!"

Is the one to help you transition in every way possible

You want cologne? Already got some

You wanna change your style? He already redid your wardrobe

You wanna cut your hair? Said and done.

You want-

NEVER misgenders you. Like ever.

Very prominent with your pronouns.

Absolutely adores it when you become more masculine

It kinda turns him on-

Then again what doesn't.

Beelzebub

I hate it when people act like Beel is oblivious to everything

It reminds me of fanon hinata

He knows what it is and is actually pretty damn happy if you came to him first about it

In the scenario you're bigger than him, he loves it so much-

Other than Diavolo, nobody has ever reached his height

Low-key finds it hot-

He doesn't care what you are, as long as you can still eat snacks with him :D

Supports you 100%

Rarely ever misgenders you

In the scenario that he does, he is not above begging for forgiveness

Loves cuddles, no matter what.

Especially if its you, him, and belphie-

"Uh hey MC, I got you a pride cupcake :)"

*pulls up with a trans themed cupcake*

Besides Asmo, the best at dealing with dysphoria

There is no such thing as dysphoria with him around :)

"It doesn't matter what you are MC, I still love you."

Belphegor

Definitely comes off as transphobic

"That's what you interrupted my nap for? I don't care."

Only realizes what he sounded like when you give him that "wtf..." Look

"I didn't mean it like that. I love you either way, I don't care what you identify as."

As long as your his cuddle buddy for life, y'know?

Death stares at anyone who dares look at you the wrong way

If looks could kill, they'd be long dead.

Doesn't necessarily know how to comfort you, but naps are the best comfort in his opinion :)

There's not much to it

He acts like it's been this way forever

It's like second nature to him to refer to you as a male

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Sorry belphies was so short, I just don't think much would change with him lol I don't think he'd make a big deal out of it

Anyways, hope you liked it, I'm trans myself so I kinda wrote this for myself lmao- but I hope it makes anyone feel better about themselves :D

Until next time my friends!

#gaming #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #trans mc #trans male reader

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yatsugareboyf · 3 years ago

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what a waste of a lovely night. [nakahara chuuya]

requested. warnings : mentions of blood and guns.

Chuuya and a gem reader r partners n on like a stakeout or something, and the same kinda situation happens. Except they r MAD simping for each other and just keep denying it. Something happens on the mission, maybe someone gets injured, and they end up confessing?

you and chuuya never really got paired up with any assignments or missions, both of you could handle heavy tasks without assistance of any other member of the port mafia. of course, expected nonetheless by two executives (you being newly appointed) who knew how to do their job and being able to do it damn well.

this job required two people, a stakeout at their enemies base. other members have already figured out their location and needed two of their best men to listen in on their plans and schemes against the port mafia. this stakeout required stealth and speed, so boss mori had sent you and chuuya to figure out what kind of plans this organization had. in usual chuuya fashion, he claimed that he could handle this mission by himself, seeing as he accomplished many stakeouts before, but mori wouldn't allow him to. you, on the other hand, also accomplished stakeouts on your own, but somehow this mission was .... complicated than other missions you had ran.

right from the start, chuuya had started fussing in the car on the way to the base. he was sitting far from you, almost sticking himself to the door of the car (very childish of him), grumbling how he could've done it by himself and that he didn't need you around. you weren't necessarily hurt by his words, but you were so excited (on the inside) to finally have a chance to pair up with chuuya but he didn't really seem pleased with the idea.

"look, just stay out of my way, stick to the plan and let's go on our merry ways." chuuya raises his voice after moments of low grumbling and whispering. you looked at him unfazed, "we were paired up for a reason, chuuya. this means we need to work together and not separately."

"uhuh, we're both executives and have handled stakeouts before, so why would we need each other's help?" he says as if its the most common sense thing. you just sigh and stare out the window. you almost thought that chuuya would feel the same way you do for him: lingering gazes, sitting next to each other during meetings, inside jokes no one else seemed to understand, but after this mission, you're not so sure.

chuuya does feel the same way, unbeknownst to you, but this mission makes him feel.... incompetent. mori had never given him a partner since dazai left the mafia and he had pride in doing missions by himself, showing his strength and reliability. however, partnering him with you, the person he wants to impress the most, it made him feel like the boss didn't trust him enough by himself, and any slip up would immediately turn you off.

the mission went smoothly, you both went your ways and planted bugs in order to record their meetings and even snagged a few files that you thought would be helpful. not even a few hours later you've met up in front of the building, you being assigned as the driver on your way back.

clutching the car keys, you aim it everywhere you can aim, looking for wherever the fuck they parked your getaway car. sighing, you start to walk forward this beautiful looking path, trying to find the car. chuuya chuckles behind you, walking along with you.

"why don't you stop laughing and help me out here?" you grumble lowly, clicking the button on your keys hoping to hear the on sound of the car. the other executive walks in front of you, looking around, "nah, this place is kinda nice though. don't you wanna walk all the way back to HQ? i literally can just leave you here" he smirks, slowly starting to float with his ability.

you scoff at him, continuing to click around. observing your surroundings, this place does seem a bit nice. the sun has almost set and the view of the stars looks much better than when you look at them from the port mafia building, the suspiciously clear path surrounded with pretty flower bushes and grass and the vintage lamps lighting the path. the perfect walk home from a date.

except this isn't a date and you're with a port mafia executive you have a crush on but he vehemently opposed working with you.

"what a shame, really." you begin, chuuya starting to look at you suspiciously, "this scene looks like one out of a romance movie."

"what are you trying to insinuate?” he snags, floating back down in front of you.

you smile mischievously, “the sun is nearly gone, the lights are turning on, a silver shine that stretches to the sea.” chuuya could only raise his eyebrows, looking around as he walks backwards, facing you.

“we’ve stumbled on a view that’s tailor-made for two, what a shame,” you go closer to his face as to taunt him “those two are you and me.”

chuuya visibly reddens in the face, but averts his gaze with a “hmph”.

“so, chuuya? doesn’t this seem like a date? don’t you feel some sort of spark?” you tease him further, causing him to back away a bit and shake his head despite his growing blush.

“this could never be, you’re not the type for me!” he denies, pointing with his only gloved hand (he probably took one off earlier) to him then to you to further insinuate the pseudo-disapproval of the notion of you two in a more-than-friends relationship. your smirk falters at his words as he continues, “there’s no stupid spark.”

you sigh, smiling sadly as you walk past him to continue to find your getaway car, “what a waste of a lovely night.”

although chuuya felt a bit dismayed at his own words, he can’t risk you knowing any of his feelings for you. he’s hidden them for so long as to not harm you. chuuya is more widely known as a port mafia executive than you, he’s on radars of many enemies and endless watchlists which puts in danger anything that’s close to him.

“you say there’s nothing here,” you start again, making chuuya escape from his thoughts, “but let’s make something clear, i think i’ll be the one to make that call.”

“huh? what the fuck do you mean?”

“though you look so cute in your polyester suit,” you gesture to his coat which he had draped over his shoulder, he mumbles in a flustered voice : “it’s wool”

you could only giggle in response, continuing in a sarcastic voice "you're right, i'd never fall for you at all."

he watches as you walk past him, skipping happily as you click around for the car. his heart aches a bit at your words, but then realizes your sarcastic undertone and chases after you: "wait- what the fuck is that supposed to mean-"

you face him but instead of being met with a red-faced chuuya, you spot three- maybe even four? men right behind him, holding guns. one of them dangling chuuya's missing glove on his fingertips.

"missing something, you port mafia freaks?"

in an instant, the men had started to fire their guns at both of you, causing chuuya to activate his ability and go after them. though it is not his first thought, he definitely saw this as an opportunity to show off.

"be careful, chuuya!" you say as you duck and get out your own gun, starting to fire back at them. he only grunts in response as he starts to crush them one by one with his ability, but he wasn't fast enough for this one bullet.

before chuuya could plummet him into the ground, one of the men shoots directly at your chest, causing you to fall back with a high-pitched groan in pain.

"y/n! you piece of-" and even before he ended his sentence the man had already been dead by chuuya's hands. he lies motionless while chuuya immediately rushes by your side, spotting the pool of blood starting to form under you. that is way too much blood, chuuya thought.

"hey hey hey, don't die on me!" he holds your head in his lap, cradling your head. "look at me, can you hear me?"

"c-....chuuya.. it's o-okay..." you whisper, trying to reach out to caress his cheek. "i'm okay."

"bullshit, y/n, you're literally shot! here, i'll just call the boss-"

"i don't think ill make i-it..."

"dont say that shit, y/n! you're gonna be fine!"

"c-chuuya..."

"shut up, you're gonna be fine- where the fuck is my phone?" he blindly tries to reach everywhere for his phone, then pulling it out with shaky hands, trying to dial the number but fails miserably as he keeps typing the wrong numbers.

"shit! just fucking call mori!"

"chuuya, p-p...please look at me."

"no, don't! let me focus and don't even try to fucking talk! you're loosing too much blood!"

you reach out again to lower the phone from chuuya's hand and smile softly at him, making him look you straight in the eyes. as if it was your dying wish, to hear chuuya say the words you need him to say, you suddenly get a rush of courgae.

"i love you, chuuya."

"w-what? d-dont say that, y/n. not right now. you can say that when we're both safe and sound, o-okay? d-don't-" he feels his voice begin to waiver but he refused to cry, shaking his head, trying to call mori again.

"c-chuuya.. i-"

"i love you too, okay?! goddamnit- now stay fucking still! i-i need-" he feels your hand weaken its grip on his wrist, and immediately panics.

"okay, fuck boss, i'm gonna have to do something about this myself." chuuya starts to unbutton your bloody shirt, "i'll try and see what i can-.... is this a bulletproof vest?"

you try and stifle your laugh, but it only comes out harder than intended when he starts to mindlessly pat down your vest, dumbfounded at what he's seeing.

"holy fuck, chuuya. you really thought i'd let you see me die? especially on a small mission like this?" you say, breathless and you clutch your stomach from laughing too much. chuuya could only stare at you when you sit up next to him and pull out the bag of fake blood that exploded when you got shot.

"fake blood. i really got you there-"

"you fucking idiot! i thought you were gonna die because of me!" he interrupts as he suddenly gets on his feet. you could only giggle quietly as you get up as well, staring at the furious chuuya.

"but i love you, and you told me you loved me, is that true?"

chuuya's shoulders relax as he breathes out a relieved yet irritated sigh. he contemplates for a second before pulling you, rather aggressively, into a tight hug.

"it's true. i would've prepared it much better, not when you're fake dying on the ground." he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you could only wrap your arms around him, starting to slowly stroke his auburn hair.

"you wouldn't have done it if i hadn't pulled this stunt."

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"shut up, i would've."

i guess it wasn't a waste of a lovely night.

a/n: im not that big of a fan of this, but it's been in my drafts for too long. i really need to improve on writing these types of scenarios.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya imagines #chuuya scenarios #nakahara chuuya imagines #nakahara chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bsd chuuya x reader #yatsugareboyfwrites

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yourstrulymisaa · 3 years ago

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Prompt for a fic I wanna write someday

Arranged Marriage

Mostly Chengxian

Fem! WWX

Alive! WCZ & CSSR

JFM and JYL (also YZY but secretly) ship Chengxian

Protective! WCZ & CSSR

JFM has been begging WCZ to let Chengxian be engaged since childhood like Xuanli but WCZ is like nah bro that ain’t happening and CSSR agrees with him

YZY is so done

hinted one-sided JFM/WCZ

hinted one-sided YZY/CSSR

Chengxian is JFM’s wish-fulfilment because he’s secretly in love WCZ who only has eyes for CSSR and same goes for YZY in regards to CSSR.

JYL is the real Chengxian MVP

besties Xuanli

hinted one-sided Xuanxian

WCZ calling WWX Ying'er and CSSR calling WWX Yingying

this can later be expanded to all the heirs of the great sects falling for WWX and her getting a harem out of it much to her and WCZ’s chagrin

the later pairings can be LWJ/WXX, LXC/WWX, JZX/WWX, NMJ/WWX, NHS/WWX, WN/WWX

with background JYL/WQ/LMM

Mianmian is the real Xuanxian MVP

WQ is the real Ningxian MVP

everyone low-key thirsts for the Wei family

WWX is the cultivation world’s most beautiful woman

inspo for this fic came from the idea that Chengxian look like their dads and act like their moms

Wei fam being hot af is what prevents Wen evil and sunshot campaign

the mens’ courting of WWX exasperates WCZ

all WWX wants to do rn is have some peace and quiet so that she can work on her inventions

LXC and LWJ develop a brotherly rivalry in who can court WWX better

Jin Zixun, Wen Xu, Wen Chao, and Su She also attempt to court WWX but are thwarted by Mianmian, Wen Qing, Yanli, and also Meng Yao

Meng Yao is torn between who he should ship with WWX so he ships her with everyone

Meng Yao is the real WWX + Harem MVP

Madam Jin and Madam Yu have shiping wars because Xuanxian vs Chengxian and CSSR thinks its absolutely hilarious

JGS is a creep as usual but this time he’s like that towards WCZ who absolutely despises him.

WCZ keeps telling Madam Jin that she should have JGS castrated.

Alive! Lan Parents

QHJ ships Wangxian

Madam Lan ships Xixian

LQR is exasperated but low-key ships them both.

BSSR comes down from her mountain at one point because of this whole mess with XXC accompanying her

BSSR calling WWX Xian’er

WWX being besties with her uncle XXC

Zixuan and Mianmian are childhood besties who share one braincell that is usually in the possession of Mianmian because Zixuan the dumbass tsudere that he is would lose it

Fem! MXY being the best little sister to JZX

Other characters like XY, A-Qing, SL, etc. might appear someday

Update 4 October 2022 (more stuff added!)

WRH literally shouts “WEI CHANGZE IS JIANG FENGMIAN’S PRINCESS” to the entire cultivation world at the discussion conference for no reason other than to see WCZ’s reaction (cause it’s cute according to WRH) and also for shits and giggles.

Also, just like every hot eligible bachelor simps for Fem!WWX, every man simps for WCZ (like father, like daughter)

The simp-iest of them are JFM (ofc), JGS (ew), WRH, QHJ, LQR, and Papa Nie (R.I.P.)

Nie bros also develop rivalry over WWX

One of Nie Huaisang’s kinky fantasies is to paint on WWX’s body with body paint (this isn’t even the worst he wants to do to her lol, he’s got more tricks up his sleeves)

WWX’s thoughts on JC as a suitor: How can a man be so cute and so damn hot at the same time? A-Cheng, my darling shidi, if you speak to me in that tone with that deep voice again, I swear to the heavens I will no longer be your big sister. You’re driving me insane right now and confusing the crap out of me omg, what are these emotions?! Stop making me so thirsty for you!

WWX’s thoughts on JZX: Omg that peacock grew up so freakin’ handsome omg. He’s still rude and arrogant tho but he’s okay. He’s actually kinda funny and a gentleman in his own awkward way. It’s actually kinda cute ngl.

WWX’S thoughts on LWJ: Wow he’s so freakin’ pretty and he can be so funny lol. I like him so much.

WWX's thoughts on LXC: How can someone be so beautiful... *heart eyes* omg did he just glance my way?!

WWX's thoughts on NMJ: Oooh he's so tall and his hands are so big, they'd feel really good in-- No! Wei Ying do not go there! Such thoughts are unbecoming of a lady.

WWX's thoughts on NHS: Huaisang is so fun but why does he look at me like that. (*Huaisang looks at her like he wants to devour her and spoil her*)

WWX’s thoughts on WN: Wen Ning is so cute and so sweet! Such a good boy.

UPDATE 25 JANUARY 2023

Eventually, the whole cultivation world starts pressuring Wei Ying to choose a husband.

Ome thing to keep in mind is that WWX is still 15 or 16 when all of this is happening. All this pressure isn't good for her mental health.

Wei Ying becomes confused because of her feelings towards all the men.

She goes to talk to her papa about her worries and thoughts about all the men who are trying to court her.

WCZ, being the very protective A-Die that he is, reassures her that she does not have to choose a husband or get married at all. If she wishes to not marry at all, she has the right to do so. She doesn't have to choose any of her suitors.

CSSR comes into the room having over heard the father-daughter convo.

She is accompanied by BSSR and XXC (who are still there btw, they haven't left yet).

CSSR agrees with her husband’s statement and reassures WWX that she does not need to worry as her A-Niang and A-Die will always be there to support her.

BSSR suggests that Wei fam take a vacation on her mountain for a while so they can all chill.

Wei fam agree and go to pack their nags as BSSR declared that they'll be leaving tomorrow.

The Jiangs are the 1st to know about it and aren't very pleased but help them pack anyway.

JC is helping WWX, JFM with WCZ, YZY with CSSR, and JYL entertains BSSR and XXC.

JC questions WWX about her impromptu trip, asking her if she's avoiding him.

She responds that she isn't avoiding him and explains why she's going away for a short while, needing to go clear her mind.

JC is understanding of the situation and gives a kiss on the forehead while telling her to not cause too much trouble.

This moment is very intense and intimate, radiating the pair's romantic and sexual tension.

WWX responds that she can make no promises on that regard but that she'll try to be a good girl for him.

JC grabs into a tight hug with his face buried into her neck and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

JC tells her that if she behaves, he'll reward her when she comes back.

He then places a kiss on her neck and leaves the room.

Wei Ying stays there, standing confused with her face as red as her ribbon.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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lordhelpme0-0 · 2 years ago

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Love headcanon with Olga of Kiev:

Somehow you won her over despite her oath…and as a widower so congrats!!🎉

Before confession time/ drama of 90% of love route

Olga didn’t really expected to fall in love..in love with a woman of all things

Then again, she has access to the most ancient texts

Despite feeling this is a forbidden fruit, she was a Saint of Vengence (I don’t know how that work…but it did..you now have a Christian saint of vengence)

After the trials of tribulations if where they were now, if was hard not to says she didn’t fall in love

After starting to date

Do expect lots of flowers

A LOT!!!!

She will tend to you tenderly, but unsure how to with a woman

Will be low key teasing you while Vlad is grumpily staring at his porridge

Since she is a pureblood, she will be very careful unless you pull the “BITE ME!” Move

Though doting, she will fuss over you constantly

Basically leads to her having to put you over her shoulder as she walks down to the library

Ỷ Lan will be amused at this which leads to Olga having tinted ears

She is fine with PDA, but not fine when you suddenly grab her by the waist without warning

She will have Olga.exe has stooped moment

This is awfully sounding like a certain Lan Wangji….

If your taller than her, expect her to grab your collar to kiss you

If you shorter than her, expect her to kiss on the forehead and cheeks

Lip to lip is for steamy time. Yes. Steamy time. She is very crea-

Expect money to flow down your feet cause she rich..like richer than Vlad and Comte

Yay! Congratulations! You got a sugar mommy!!

Nicknames you will give you is: Tsarytsia [princess], Yangoliatko [angel] <- Ukrainian nicknames, Милая [honey, darling], and Зайка [precious] <- Russian nicknames

She will definitely will a lot sweeter and cuddly when in the bed

After all, she is a cuddle bug

Definitely expect sweet treats and soothing tea after a night of distress

When traveling back to the mansions, expect lots of fauna and flora around

She will be amuse and smitten if you wear some of her clothes

Even if it’s big, fits, or small on you

Expect lots of kisses after that

Steamy time/ NSFW lol

Oh damn, your having the sexy times with a saint? How scandalous! I’m joking I’m joking~!

Foreplay will be slow and enticing

She is a pure on Dom

Expect lots of kisses and nibbles with no fangs on the hip and chest area

She will whisper sweet nothing while her red eyes trail every inches of your body

She is gonna be teasing

Expect lots of toys

Cause there will be overstimulation going on down there

Lol

She will give lots of kisses and tongue whenever she wants

Will be doing light BDSM cause she is kinky as hell

Definitely expect lots of temperature play and blindfolding

Expect lot of roughness and bruises around the body

She is merciless

It’s a way of moving the senses up a notch

Aftercare will be gentle

Expect lots of bath, chocolate, some tea, water, cuddles, and you name it

She will be attentive you, and will fuss even more

Cause her eyes will darken and snap to unleash that sinful desire

Definitely have to reassure her your fine

Olga will scoff, but she will big spoon you

Now for my many fans and simps of Olga herself: @pieground @a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @vio-simps-for-purple-characters @evilquartett @evil-quartett @sange-de-romane

#Olga of Kiev: ikevamped #Ikemen vampire #Ikevamp #Ikemen vampire Oc #Ikevamp oc #hc #Ikemen vampire hc #Ikevamp hc #live hc #steamy #fluff #cuddles #perfect for hot women simps

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ethanharli · 4 years ago

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I absolutely loved your itadori work. My heart is screaming in simp. Could I ask for one where his boyfriend cannot stop flirting with him? Like he sees yuji and he goes "do you have a boyfriend?" "you are" "I AM??!!!" or "did you just kiss me? You know I have a boyfriend that I love very much? He's very handsome and very strong and ver-[simp monologue]". I just thought I would die if I could read "Ah Sukuna... If only someone out there could love you"

Pairing(s): Itadori Yuji x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): Shit load of fluff and flirty comments, Hc's, Cursing.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- Awee.. Thank you Darlin'! I'm glad you liked it :') ✨

____________

You're this man's number one simp whether he knows it or not 👏

Then again he's your simp to so.

This boy will never be ready for all your flirty compliments and praise, he'll be talking to someone and you'll just pop up beside him and, "Damn baby, Still as good looking as ever!" Que the blush and love-struck smile, baby boy will be putty in your hands and you know it.

Gojo will most definitely tease him about it, and make some comments here and there.

If you were there when he ate Sukuna's finger and practically ripped this boys shirt off then wOO, when he's back to normal you just gotta make a comment about it, "At least he's helpful, one less step for when I take you tonight." And that's when Fushiguro decided you were annoying-

Im sorry

Wanna turn this boy into a blushing disaster? Grab his hips from behind, kiss under his ear and whisper "So fucking stunning, every god damn inch of you" boy's fucked after that- he'll blush so bad it'll reach down his neck and to his shoulders, but if you pulled that shit in public then the poor thing will short circuit.

"Great you broke him."

"I didn't mean to!"

Whenever he kisses you you'll just gasp and look at him like "Sir I got a boyfriend." "Oh yeah?", "Yeah! He's about this tall, has cute little markings under his eyes that I love to touch and kiss and he's got the most beautiful light brown eyes that practically sparkle whenever you look at them and he's got such a lovely smile that never fails to make me fall even more in love with him-"

Poor babys nearly in tears cause one, he didn't expect you to go on a whole ass rant about everything you love about him and second, he feels so fucking loved.

Like damn might as well just get on one knee and propose already- 99.99% chance he'll say yes anyways 😌

"Y'know.. I never craved attention until I got a taste of yours." Say that in the most serious and loving voice you got and he'll be done for, instant KO. Do it while y'all are alone though- boy will end up straddling your waist and cuddling you for hours.

Showing 👏 Him 👏 Off 👏

"That's your man?"

That's my man."

If anyone ever asks much to Fushiguros and Nobaras dismay you'd go on a whole ass rant about him, talking about how hes yours and how he's such a wonderful boyfriend and talking about how lucky you are to score someone like him which would embarrass itadori but he low-key loves it ✨

Now, Sukuna's a salty bitch, since y'know they share the same body and all that jazz.

"Stop being affectionate it's disgusting."

"Don't listen to him love he's just salty cause hasn't gotten any in what- a thousand years?"

Que the arguing. 😬

#x male reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji x male reader #x seme male reader #x top male reader #itadori yuji x top male reader #itadori yuji #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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hiii i've just spent the last 36-48 hours reading your works and oh dear do i lOVE your writing and this universe :') . i dont know if you are taking requests but i think it would be kinda interesting (and low key hilarious) if you would write the lions reacting/reading thirst tweets? idk if this is a dumb idea or not but just like some of them reacting to them and going "well i'm actually gay/married so.. no!.. but thank you!"

Part two of the six-month celebration, everyone! Thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who submitted comments--I had over 60 come in, and while I couldn’t include them all, reading them was a true joy. The Lion Pride channel was something I started writing on a whim; I never expected it to grow like this <3 Much love to all of you!

TW for alcohol mentions and thirst tweets (nothing explicit)

“Why do I always fear for my life around you?” Sirius asked as Marlene settled into a cushy chair to the side of their table.

She smiled, catlike, and crossed her legs primly. “Because only Finn appreciates me.”

“That’s just the Aries connection, Cap,” Finn said with a smug grin.

“We’re both Leos, Harzy.”

“Eh, close enough.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at her. “You should probably start asking questions before this devolves further, Marley. He’s gonna keep digging himself a hole and we won’t get anything done.”

Marlene’s smile returned with a vengeance. “That’s where you’re wrong, Loops! We’re not doing any questions at all today.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Read it and weep.” She tossed a small posterboard at him like a frisbee; he caught it, barely, though both Talker and Sirius had to duck out of the way. Marlene faced the camera and winked. “Welcome back to Lion Pride, everyone! Today I’m here with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Thomas Walker, and our wonderful cubs to react to your comments on our videos!”

“Bet you thought we’d never see ‘em, huh?” James asked.

“The comments fall into four categories: thirsty, funny, mean, and sweet. I will be reading two of those groups, and my lovely fiancée will be reading the others because she is the human embodiment of sunshine.”

“If you make Dorcas read the mean ones, I’ll be sad,” Leo laughed.

Marlene gave him a look of disbelief. “You think I’m passing up a chance to roast you guys? Puh-lease. We’re starting off strong with some thirsty, thirsty comments! Loops, you’re up first.”

“This is going to be fun,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair.

She cleared her throat, then turned a smoldering look on their table. “I didn’t know I had a freckle kink, but then Remus Lupin appeared and now here we are.”

“Oh, shit,” Remus muttered, covering his face with his hands as the others howled with laughter.

“Lupin has been looking sexy as hell on the bench for years now. I'm so glad people are simping over him like he deserves,” Marlene read. “And there’s a little heart emoji, just for you.”

“This is every one of my nightmares come to life,” Remus said, though his voice was muffled by his forearms.

James lifted his glasses to swipe away the tears of mirth that had gathered in his eyes. “Are you kidding? This is everything I have ever wanted.”

“Y’know, it is so good to see people drooling over this hot piece of ass at last,” Finn sighed, reaching over to ruffle Remus’ hair as his face turned bright red.

“One more, and it’s a good one,” Marlene warned. She licked her lips, then had to take a moment to laugh before speaking. “I feel like Remus Lupin is the type of guy to bake you muffins—”

“Accurate,” Leo said.

“—but is also a kinky motherfucker.”

Remus’ mouth dropped open as the table erupted into cheering. Logan pumped both fists in the air and Sirius was laughing so hard no sound came out; Talker sank so low in his chair that only his head and shoulders were visible as he applauded.

“Why do people comment these things?” Remus asked, barely above a whisper. “Holy fuck, I’m engaged!”

“Speaking of…” Marlene raised her eyebrows and Sirius smile drooped.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes. Buckle up, Cap!” She rolled her shoulders out. “Get someone who looks at you the way Sirius Black looks at a hockey puck.”

Remus snorted; James’ laugh was so short and sharp that it set everyone else off as well. “That sounds like I have a hockey puck fetish!” Sirius complained. “Which is so, so not true!”

Finn made an ‘ehh’ noise, and he leaned around Remus to smack the back of his head. “Hey!”

“Next one!” Marlene announced. “Sirius Black was my bi awakening.”

A beat of silence passed. “Is that it?” Sirius ventured, looking nervous.

“Yep.”

“Aw, man, that one’s lame,” Talker said, shaking his head. “Everyone thinks Cap is a little hot.”

Remus shot him a look. “A little?”

“Fair. Marley, I dare you to find one person who wouldn’t tap that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Me, though that dovetails nicely into the last one for our lovely captain. Ahem. I understand why Remus is with Sirius: he's hot as hell and rich, I'd hit that too.”

“Oh, fuck, you’re right,” Leo gasped. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Finn and Logan turned to him in unison with a mix of disbelief and offense written all over their faces. “Dude.”

“First of all, Leo, you found yourself two hot rich boys,” Remus interrupted. “Second, that comment is forgetting that he’s funny, and smart, and nice, and—”

Seconds after the initial cover, Sirius took his hand off Remus’ mouth as if he’d been burned. “Did you just lick me?”

“Moving on! This is in all caps, so be prepared.” Marlene shuffled through her posterboards and turned to Leo with an ominous smile. He glanced toward the camera in mild fear. “What does a person have to do to get some hockey player ass?! Like why is Leo Knut so fine?!”

“Amen!” Logan called as Leo blushed.

“According to six of the seven people at this table, the answer to that first question is to be a hockey player,” Talker laughed. “The world may never know the answer to the second, sadly.”

“Lily could play hockey,” James said, resting his chin on his hand. Every single one of the others rolled their eyes. “She could! She’d be so good at it, too.”

“We know,” Finn groaned. “You only mention it every other day.”

“Speaking of the lovely Mrs. Potter,” Marlene began with a sly look as she held up a new card. “Do James and Lily Potter need a third? Asking for me specifically.”

James paused, dumbstruck, while the others drummed their hands on the table. “…no?”

A general sigh of disappointment went up. “I was really hoping he’d say yes,” Leo said.

“Ask Lily next time,” Remus recommended.

James turned to him and blinked slowly. “What are you insinuating, Loops?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Don’t worry, James, you’ll like this one,” Marlene assured him. “James Potter is the ultimate dilf.”

“You’re damn right I am!” James whooped. “Vindication, bitches!”

“Marley, what have you done?” Talker whispered. “He’ll never shut up about that, now.”

“Oh, never,” James all but cackled. “I’m officially a dilf, you guys!”

“I hate you,” Sirius groaned.

“Tremzy, are you ready? We’ve got a couple very special ones for you,” Marlene said.

“Anything to get us out of this hell,” Logan begged.

“In that case: Logan Tremblay’s ass is better than Sidney Crosby’s. I said what I said.”

A pleased flush rose to his cheeks as Finn and Leo high-fived over his head. “Really? Thank you!”

“And they would be correct!” Finn announced. “Best ass in the league.”

“Come on,” Remus scoffed, though he was smiling.

Marlene cleared her throat to get their attention. “I don’t think I can legally read this on air without being censored or getting the video taken down, but…”

She turned the board around; all seven of them leaned forward to read it, then slowly looked at Logan, who turned vivid red. “Mon dieu. Is that—someone commented that on a video? Like, for people to see?”

“I feel like I need to bleach my eyes,” Sirius said just as Finn began shaking with silent laughter.

Leo’s face fell. “You wrote that, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Finn wheezed, scooting forward to fist-bump Marlene. “We wanted to see what you guys would say. Fuckin’ hell, your faces.”

“Alright, Talkie, are you ready?” Marlene asked around her laughter. “Seeing Thomas Walker with a baby makes me want to have his babies…please hit me up.”

He held up his index finger and took a second to laugh before responding. “If that’s Noelle, yes. If that’s anyone else, I’m flattered, but absolutely not.”

Logan made a face. “Ew.”

“We have two more,” Marlene warned. “For some very special people that aren’t here today, but I think you’ll like them anyway.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I don’t trust the look on your face.”

“Daddy Dumo makes me swoon.”

A muddle of horrified noises echoed through the studio as all seven of them cringed. “Oh, my god, that’s my dad!” Logan yelped, covering his ears. Sirius looked vaguely ill and Remus’ shoulders crept toward his ears; James shuddered.

“The worst part is, we all know he can get it,” Finn said with a grimace. “God, I feel like I just heard someone talking about my parents having sex.”

“I’m sure he’ll love to hear that,” Marlene laughed. “Last one, from one of our truth or drinks.”

Remus went pale half a second too late. “N—”

“Hope Lupin is a milf.”

A broken noise escaped his mouth and he clamped his hand over it while Talker rubbed his back in sympathy. Sirius shook his head. “Somehow, that’s worse than Dumo’s.”

“Whoever sent that in, show some respect!” Leo said indignantly as Remus bonked his forehead against the table. “Hope Lupin is a lovely woman!”

“I think they noticed that particular fact,” Marlene pointed out, earning herself several scandalized shouts of her name and a whine from Remus. “That’s all we have for thirst comments! Are you ready for some funny ones?”

“Anything,” Remus pleaded. “I am begging you, anything else.”

Marlene shook her head as she stood, still smiling, and kissed Dorcas on the cheek when she entered the frame. “Go for it, love.”

“Dorcas!” they all cheered, lighting up immediately.

“Hey, guys, it’s been a while!” She curled up in Marlene’s vacant spot and took her own posterboards out from underneath the seat. “Alright, let’s rock and roll. Pascal Dumais is the team dad and nothing will change my mind, and Tremzy is the annoying youngest child.”

“That is so accurate,” Sirius laughed, leaning just out of range of Logan’s playful punch. “Whoever commented that has no idea how right they are.”

“We’ve got a whole sibling dynamic thing going on,” Talker agreed. “Tremzy’s the baby of the family, Cap is the quietly chaotic middle child, and Pots is the older brother that starts shit and inevitably gets blamed for however out-of-control it gets.”

Dorcas nodded. “You are one hundred percent correct. In a similar vein: Pots was the dad jokes friend before he was even a dad.”

“Painfully so,” Leo confirmed, shaking his head as they all groaned in agreement. James looked rather smug about the whole thing. “So many puns.”

“Oh, you’ll like this one,” Dorcas mused as she drew a new card. “If Tremzy looked directly into my eyes for even two seconds, all of my problems would be solved. I am sure of it.”

“Yes,” Finn and Leo said in unison.

“It’s something about the eyes, I think,” James added. “They just stand out so much that it’s a little startling straight-on.”

Logan looked to the camera and stared at it, unblinking; it zoomed in slightly on his face. “Everything will be fine,” he said with mock solemnity. “Your problems are solved.”

“Well, that was terrifying,” Sirius said drily. “Got any more for us, Ms. Meadowes?”

“Of course I do! We’ve got quite a few for Loops and Leo.” She took a sip of her water before getting comfortable again. “My favorite thing about these videos is that we can all see Loops get steadily buffer as the season goes on. Good for you, king!”

“Flex! Flex! Flex!” the six of them chanted; Remus rolled his eyes, but slid his sweater sleeve to his elbow and flexed his forearm, resulting in enough hoots and hollers that they could probably be heard a block away. Talker fake-swooned into Leo’s arms and Remus lightly whacked him on the shoulder.

“Remus Lupin looks like he has squishable cheeks,” Dorcas read aloud.

“He does!” James cooed, scooting over and reaching out.

Remus narrowed his eyes. “I swear to god I’ll bite you.”

Sirius cupped his face between his palms and kissed his nose, then pinched both his cheeks gently. “Ta-da!”

“How many of these do we have?” Remus asked, though his voice was a bit muffled by Sirius’ hands.

“Just one more for you, and it’s my personal favorite.” Dorcas assured him. “I love how the team probably had no impulse control until Loops joined.”

Sirius let go of his face and dissolved into laughter as Finn nearly fell on the floor. “Oh my—you think he has impulse control?” Talker slapped the edge of the table as he shook his head. “Absolutely not. Hell no, Loops is the first person to do stupid shit with us.”

“Yeah, I just don’t get caught,” Remus added around his own laughter. “Everyone thinks I’m such a hardass goody-two-shoes and it lets me get away with so much more than you delinquents.”

“Speaking of delinquents,” Dorcas continued. “This one is from our ‘Taste Testing Sexy Alcohol’ video: ah, yes, now I know how to do a body shot. 10/10, very educational video.”

“Do not take educational advice from us,” Finn blurted instantly. “I know this is a joke, but please exercise caution. That video was a ton of fun but a nightmare to recover from.”

Sirius winced at the memory. “I took two naps and then wished for death for a full day.”

“On a lighter note, who’s ready for some Knutty appreciation?” Dorcas smiled at her cards. “I've only had Leo Knut for a season and half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

“Big mood,” four of them said simultaneously.

Leo turned to the camera with a concerned look on his face. “That’s a meme reference, but are y’all okay?”

“No,” Dorcas answered. “Especially not this next person: Sometimes I do something productive and then I remember @LeoKnut is a 19 year old professional athlete who radiates happiness and with two of the hottest boyfriends the good lord has made, and then my bowl of packaged ramen seems less impressive.”

“I’m proud of your ramen,” Leo said, even as the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. “And I appreciate the note about my boyfriends, because they are definitely the hottest people the good lord has made.”

Talker stuck his lip out in a pout. “Rude.”

“Sorry, Talkie, I’m biased.”

“Last one before Marlene comes back, so you’d better enjoy it!” Dorcas announced. “Did the Lions effectively utilize girl power when they wrecked toxic masculinity, yes or yes?”

“Can we utilize girl power?” Remus wondered, resting his shin on his hand. “Isn’t that exclusively for, y’know, women?”

“We can utilize himbo power,” Finn suggested.

James gave him an offended look. “Not all of us are himbos!”

“Okay, but you definitely are.”

“I am not!” James held up his fingers to count. “There are only, like, three qualifications, right? I might be strong, hot, and respectful, but I’m not dumb so it doesn’t count!”

“Pots,” Remus said quietly, hiding his smile for half a second. “Buddy, that was four things.”

James paused, then sighed in resignation. “Ah, fuck, I’m a himbo.”

“You really are.”

“At least we don’t promote toxic masculinity.”

They raised their waterbottles in a ‘cheers’ motion as Marlene and Dorcas switched spots; Marlene stretched her arms over her head and grabbed the new boards. “I’m back, beloved himbos. Talker, Leo, you are beloved by the people and have no mean comments. Cap, we’re starting with you.”

“Are they actually mean mean?” he asked.

“Sirius Black seems like a little bitch. Not in a bad way, necessarily. He just. Seems like he'd be a little bitch."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, okay. That answers one question.”

“He’s not a little bitch,” Leo said. “Pouty on occasion, but not a little bitch.”

Remus gave him a long look, then shook his head. “Yeah, I mean, you teared up a little when Hattie got a splinter in her paw but didn’t even yell when you almost sliced your finger off while making dinner.”

“Duality of man,” Finn said sagely.

Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “Finn O’Hara’s hair kind of reminds me of Garfield the Cat.”

“Alright, that’s just rude.”

“It does not!” Logan gasped at the same time Leo made a noise of agreement.

Finn turned to him in utter betrayal. “Nutter Butter, I thought you liked my hair!”

“I do!” Leo defended. “But they’re not entirely wrong. It’s very orange in the sun.”

“I’m never going to forget that,” Finn muttered, staring at the floor.

“Ugh, it bothers me so much that Lupin just objectifies Black all the time!” Marlene read in a high-pitched, nasal voice. “No respect in that relationship!”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

Marlene stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. “Yeah, I have no idea what videos they were watching. Do you feel objectified in your relationship, Cap? I know the opinion of total strangers really bothers you a lot.”

“I’m really glad you picked up on that,” he said with false gravity. “Yeah, it’s such a bummer when my hot fiancé says I look nice. Such a blow to my self-esteem.”

“That was supposed to be a roast against me,” Remus said, looking amused. “Talk about backfiring.”

“Are you ready, Pots? This one’s pretty brutal,” Marlene warned. James nodded and Finn linked their hands for moral support. “James Potter is a swiftie and you cannot tell me otherwise.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “…yeah? That’s true? T Swift is a regular occurrence on the locker room playlist.”

“Also, James Potter looks like someone who would think black pepper was spicy.”

“Now that one is mean,” he complained as the others burst out laughing. “It’s not my fault I have sensitive taste buds!”

“Oh, honey,” she said under her breath as she took a new card. “Get ready, Tremzy. This first one is short and sweet: Logan Tremblay looks like a lesbian.”

“That is not an insult,” Logan laughed. “Every lesbian I know is rad as fuck. I wish I looked that good in a leather jacket.”

“I just realized Logan doesn’t look short cause he’s next to bunch of hockey players, he’s short cause he’s 5’9.”

The smile slipped off his face in a millisecond as the others roared with laughter. “Quoi?”

“Oh, she got you good,” Sirius gasped, patting his shoulder clumsily. “Holy fuck, can I frame that?”

“That’s not what it says.” An edge of distress appeared in Logan’s voice. “Marley, that’s not what it says.”

James sat on the floor with the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. “You’re fucking—whoever sent that in, you are my new favorite person. Jesus.”

“Do you need a second to recover before we move on?” Dorcas asked as she draped her arms over the back of Marlene’s chair. “The next one is our biggest section by far.”

“It’s the sweet ones, yeah?” Leo asked.

“Right.”

“It might be a good idea to do those before Lo spontaneously combusts.”

“Agreed!” She swapped with Marlene and hauled a short stack of posterboards out from their hiding place with a smile. “A hug from Dumo can probably solve any issue.”

“Facts,” Logan said. “I could really use one right about now, too.”

“Has anyone noticed how blue Leo Knut’s eyes are?”

“Yes,” the six of them chorused.

Finn gave him a dreamy look. “Every single day.”

“When I first read this one, I thought I wrote it,” Dorcas said with a snort. “Someone give Marlene a raise. No reason why, I just love her.”

“Can we do that?” Sirius asked, looking toward the camera crew. “Can we lobby to give you guys raises? Because you definitely deserve it after all the bullshit you deal with to make these videos watchable, and Marlene, you’ve drawn the short end of the stick ninety percent of the time.”

“How?” she called off-screen.

“You have to actually talk to us and try to get answers.”

“Fair.”

Dorcas finished scribbling something down on her notepad. “Just making a note of this conversation for future reference. Moving on! Sirius Black and James Potter are a prime example of hockey husbands, and I adore them.”

“The ironic part of that is that we’re both in committed relationships, but we’re basically married,” James mused.

Remus shook his head. “You guys are so married. Lily wanted to get you matching rings for your birthday, Pots.”

“That would be so cool!” they said in perfect unison. Remus turned to the camera and spread his hands in a case in point motion.

Dorcas stifled her laughter before moving on. “This one is cute. Give Remus Lupin all the hugs! I feel like I could tell him he’s an inspiration and he’d be so nice about it—” She paused to glance up at them. “—this next bit is in parentheses: all the LGBT Lions give me that vibe, but Cap and Knutty are super intimidating so I wouldn’t have the guts.”

Leo’s face fell and Sirius’ eyebrows pitched. “I’m not intimidating!” Leo protested. “I thought we already went over that! Loops gives fantastic hugs, but I want some, too.”

“He definitely deserves all the hugs in the world, but I promise I’m nice,” Sirius said, a bit softer than usual. “Is it because we’re tall?”

Dorcas half-shrugged. “Probably. It’s a little startling at first. Oh, I could’ve written this one, too: The Venn diagram of men I trust and the Gryffindor Lions is a full circle.”

Talker beamed at the camera. “Thank you!”

“So many hockey guys are such douchebags,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “I’m really glad we don’t do that shit.”

“Me, too.” Dorcas slid her old card under her chair. “Sirius Black’s hair looks so soft and I just want to touch it so bad.”

“It is so soft,” Remus agreed immediately. “You have no idea.”

“Everyone wants to touch Cap’s hair,” Finn said, sighing. “It’s so majestic.”

“I need a haircut.”

“No, you don’t,” Remus said as he tugged a stray curl. Sirius hummed.

“This one is from the interview some you did with Jules and Katie: these hockey boys being so soft with kids is my aesthetic! Like, it’s just so adorable to see these big, intimidating dudes be so, so sweet! Love them all!” She turned the card for them to see. “And then they added a heart at the end.”

“It’s impossible to be around those kids and not be happy,” James said. “They’re just too cute and wonderful.”

“Yeah, I love kids.” Finn nodded. “Especially the Dumais and Jules. They’re a hoot.”

“Jules would die if he heard you say that,” Remus laughed. “The hero worship is still going strong with most of you.”

“This one made me laugh when I first read it, but it’s really sweet,” Dorcas informed them. “Anyone else feel like we were deceived these past five years into thinking Cap was this hard-ass man, when in reality he's a cuddle bug who definitely captures and releases spiders instead of squishing them?”

“You weren’t deceived, I was just closeted,” Sirius said. “Also, I absolutely squish spiders.”

Remus gave him a look. “No, you do not. That’s my job. I’m the catch and release person if I can get away with it.”

James shook his head. “The third week of practices you saw a spider and threw me at it.”

“You did what?” Finn asked.

“There was a spider in my stall,” Sirius sighed, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else. “And Pots and I were talking so I didn’t see it until I almost sat on it, and my brain decided the only logical thing to do would be to grab him and shove him toward the spider.”

“That was after you shrieked,” Talker added. “Like, literally shrieked. I’ve never heard anyone make a noise like that.”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius grumbled. “We get it, I don’t like spiders.”

Remus shrugged. “But you are a cuddle bug. They got that part right.”

“We’re in the final two!” Dorcas announced. “This one has some pictures to go with it, so it’s on my phone. Fuck Romeo and Juliet, I want what these bitches have.”

“It’s us!” Leo cooed as the phone made its way down the line. In the upper corner of the screen, the photo appeared—it had been taken in New York, and Logan’s whole face was alight with happiness as Leo and Finn each pressed a kiss to his cheek. The camera caught him mid-laugh, so his eyes were closed and his chin was tucked slightly into Finn’s Strand hoodie.

“That’s my screensaver,” Finn said with a grin, pulling his phone out and turning it toward the camera without moving away from Leo. “One of my favorites.”

“I forgot you took that one,” Logan murmured. He hooked his chin over Leo’s shoulder and kissed his cheek; the four others at the table gave soft are you seeing this? looks to the camera and Dorcas smiled.

“Pots, I think yours is next. I hate to break it to you, Talkie, but they didn’t get any of you and Noelle.”

“We don’t take a ton of pictures together,” Talker said as James took the phone. “I mean, we take a bunch of selfies, but we don’t live close enough to each other to actually post that often. What picture is it, J?”

James was staring down at the picture with an unbearably sweet expression. “It’s our wedding. That’s my favorite one, actually.”

Like Logan, they had been captured while laughing—Lily was bent slightly at the waist as James clapped, his glasses just as askew as the flower crown on her head. It was impossible to tell who had told the joke originally, but they were both radiant in the sunset.

“That’s a really good one,” Sirius said with an unreadable look on his face.

“Well, well, well, fancypants, you two got a video.” James wiggled his eyebrows and Remus leaned in to see.

“What kind of video? One of our tikt—oh. Oh, this is so cute.” He shifted his chair over as the short edit began to play. “D, who made this?”

“A fan.”

“It’s really impressive,” Sirius said without taking his eyes off the screen. The edit was a series of photos, both on and off the ice; Sirius knocking their helmets together, then Remus looking back over his shoulder, then both of them in the water playing chicken in the sun. It was a slideshow of their life and their love.

“Can you send that to me?” Remus asked when it was over. “Cause that’s super cool.”

“Sure thing. Are you guys ready for the last one?” When they all nodded, she drummed her fingers on the posterboard and cleared her throat. “Arthur appreciation hours. He deserves it after managing to control the team.”

A cheer went up—all seven stood and applauded, half-laughing and half-whooping. “Miracle worker!” Sirius called.

“Best coach in the league!” Finn added.

“Most tolerant man to ever walk the earth!” Remus raised his water in a toast and they tapped the plastic edges together, nearly spilling all over the table.

Dorcas’ eyes crinkled in a smile as she turned to the camera. “That’s it for today, Lions! Tune in next time for more content of our boys, and thank you for such wonderful comments!”

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roll-da-credits · 3 years ago

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HC: Sorcerers W/ Citizen S/O

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Geto

A/n: how the fuck have I not written for Gojo yet 👁️👄👁️ I literally simp for this man so hard... WELP this was long overdue

🖤❤️🖤

Gojo Satoru

Sugar daddy material LMFAO, I'm serious though, if you can get this man into a committed relationship??? Damn you must mean a lot to him

Because of this he sometimes thinks of breaking up with you. Not because he doesn't love you, but because he loves you too much.

He knows his job is dangerous, incredibly so in fact, so he's constantly scared of your safety.

This is probably another reason why the two of you would have to stay in a secret relationship for quite a while before Gojo is fully confident that he can protect you anywhere and any time from anyone and everyone at the same exact time

Anyways, back to the sugar daddy lmao, he's away a lot, right? So, one way he shows that he missed you a lot and he still loves you is by buying you gifts

From something cheap and funny like a bag of chips where the mascot looks like you, or something expensive like a jeweled necklace he thought matched your eyes

When it comes to his work though, he keeps you in the dark for the specifics, cause it does get gruesome and terrifying so he tries to just tell you what happened without giving details

He's also very protective over you, if you've met Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, or any of his students, even though he trusts them, he will always be somewhere where he can see you whenever you hang around other sorcerers

All and all, he's protective and spoils you rotten

Nanami Kento

Now this man, he's actually glad you're a normal person, he doesn't like mixing work with life

So the fact that he found someone he loved outside of his dangerous work, he's ecstatic about it, even if he doesn't show it

Because he's not an incredibly large target for curses like Gojo is, he's not scared of you getting hurt for being involved with him, he actually would've been more scared for your safety if you were a sorcerer

Not to mention he loves the fact that when he comes home you're almost always home before him, so he gets to relax his sore muscles by hugging you tightly

Just like Gojo though, he barely tells you anything about his work, and you have to respect that. Because not only does he not want to terrify you with the things he needs to do, he also doesn't want to involve you in his work at all

Even knowing crucial information about curses could land you as a target, so he chooses not to, even if you would sometimes beg him to tell you more about his interesting job

Also, we all know Nanami is also rich (maybe not as rich as Gojo but still FUCKEN RICH), so you're also getting spoiled when you're with him

Not as much as Gojo would, cause he low key impulse buys anything he thinks is interesting, yet Nanami buys you meaningful gifts

Something that holds sentimental value, something you could always look at and be reminded of him whenever his missions take him far away for a long time

Suguru Geto

RIGHT SO LMFAO I FORGOT HOW HE ACTED LIKE AND THIS IS ME REALIZING THAT THERE WOULD ALMOST BE NO WAY HE'D LIKE SOMEONE HE CONSIDERED A MONKEY AKA A NON-CURSE USER SO LET'S JUST SAY YOU HERE CAN USE CURSES BUT CHOOSE NOT TO USE IT YES? OK, LET'S CONTINUE (manga spoilers ish idk???)

(also yes I edited this pic to not include his head stitching, why? Cause he looks adorable here but I don't want to be reminded of those fucking stitches thank you very much)

For the sake of plot, let's say Geto met you when he was still a student and actually has his priorities straight aka before the Riko Amanai incident

He was fascinated by how strong you were and yet you still chose to be a normal citizen

Though this fascination didn't last long and slowly got exchanged with romantic feelings

As his s/o you'd definitely need to have the same ideals as he does, which is a world where sorcerers ruled and non-sorcerers / non-curse users were either dead or below him

He would though go to extreme lengths to protect you and the things you care about (as long as the thing you cared about was not a normal person)

He would treat you like royalty basically, spoiling you with attention and affection, and help you get stronger if you wanted to

Unlike Gojo or Nanami, he'd love for you to be a part of his vision for the future, or when he was still a student, he'd love for you to know the in's and out's of Jujutsu High

Overall, he'd be an amazing lover, as long as you share his ideals and you're a curse user

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #geto x reader #geto x you #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojou x reader

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serpenteve · 4 years ago

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is it just me who thinks that both versions of the darkling suck at manipulation? it's obvious that show Darkles was just not trying at all because he fell in love pretty much at first sight, but I don't think book Darkles was very good at it either? Alina never really becomes dependent on him at all, he very obviously did not set out to seduce her romantically (despite the retcon in R&R) and even seems to be avoiding her at points. Alina is never convinced at any point that he's into her beyond physically lol. I definitely do not believe book Darkles when he tried to say he wouldn't have collared her if she hadn't run away though - she was going to end up in it eventually no matter what. I think he did a good job of feeding her insecurity around her summoning but beyond that...I mean he couldn't even get her to be loyal to HIM let alone all the Grisha. What are your thoughts?

I don't know what was in the script, but Ben plays the Darkling like a lovesick puppy with TERRIBLE game because he hasn't been on a date in like 300 years ☠️

Like, the whole "darkles manipulated alina" narrative in the show is a fucking joke to me because all I see is fucking idiot who is genuinely like *shocked pikachu face* when Alina hates him for putting that collar on her like "whaaat? She doesn't like that I killed a magical deer for her and used it's antlers to gift her this awesome necklace that gives her a massive power boost??? Why is she yelling at me like that??"

Like, dude. Buy her dinner first 😂

The only time I feel like he actually manipulates her is when he implies they're going to destroy the Fold but then he's like "pfffft why would be destroy it when it's the greatest weapon we have" and she's like "YOU LIED!!" and then Ben has this truly hammy moment where he does this dramatic ass villain turn while his face is obscured by darkness but even then it's like "Yeah, she hates me now but she'll forgive me in t-minus 15 years and then the wedding is back on" 🤡

The story tries so hard to be like "he's pURe EviL!!1" and it's literally just darkles looking at Alina with literal TEARS in his eyes or even bothering to show so much genuine emotion when he doesn't even have to because Alina isn't even in the damn scene to witness it 😂

Like that time he was acting like a heartbroken 15 year old when he gets roasted by Kaz or stands on the other side of the door after Alina left and all you can do is point and laugh at this immortal dumbass like

So maybe there was *an attempt* by Show!Darkling to manipulate Alina at the start but that pretty much went out the window when she first started yelling at him and he immediately decided to plan their immortal married life together like a hopeless dork:

In conclusion: show!Darkling is a hopeless simp whose entire eViL pLaN got derailed because he caught feelings for an angry sunbeam 😌

As for book!Darkling, he at least didn't get his plan derailed until much later and unlike his show counterpart, actively HATED his crush on Alina? Like it was a massive fucking inconvenience to him and he'd be so embarrassed to see the absolute simping clownery that show!Darkling got into that he'd probably fake his death again.

But the other thing about the book is that book!Alina herself is so desperate for approval and a place to belong that she makes it very easy to manipulate and play on her emotions.

The reason book!Darkling comes across as more morally grey is because a lot of his actions always end up serving like two different purposes (one of them working in Alina's favour, and the other self-serving):

He deliberately keeps Mal's letters away from her to try and cut her connections to the past, but this actually ends up being a good thing because even Alina later admits that had he not sabotaged her communications with Mal, there's no way she would have learned to summon her power on her own (In the show, it comes across more like Darkles is low-key jealous that Alina has a strapping boyfriend and he probably cries himself to sleep reading their letters lmao)

He initially stands up to Alina getting railed on by Baghra when her summoning is weak because he doesn't really need her to be a good summoner if he can just strap a collar on her BUT this ends up helping Alina feel better about herself because he's like the only person who ever advocates for her or gently encourages her

He lies to her about destroying the Fold but his plan actually makes a lot more sense, especially looking at the complete clusterfuck Ravka became after the Fold got destroyed lmao 😂

You could argue his first kiss is pure calculation because he wanted Alina to be loyal to him with something other than duty or fear, but his second kiss at the Winter Fete was literally just him losing his cool and he even admits he doesn't want to give in to his "weak" puny mortal emotions, but this implies there is still some humanity left in him

Had Baghra not shown up to warn Alina, it's likely Alina would have worn the stag collar with 100% consent because she was looking forward to it, but she likely would not have consented to him using her powers to expand the Fold so when he says "that was never my intention" with regards to collaring Alina, I think he really means that it was never his intention to collar her without her consent but he decided he was gonna do it anyway once she ran off....however, I think he's being deliberately vague by leaving off the part where he planned on using her power to destroy a village lmao

So while I think book!Darkling definitely manipulates her because he's a man for whom the ends always justify the means, it still leaves me feeling kinda "meh" about the whole thing because had Alina been a more morally grey character herself, they could have literally just taken over the world???? the wasted potential 😭

#the darkling #darklina #viv answers #dorksander #why leigh why #this answer was a rambling mess pls ignore

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