#he may be slightly embarrassed but he's no longer stressed so that

[nightunite]

In your baron konig au, do you ever see reader noticing his language insecurity and trying to learn his native tongue from his other workers?

Thank you so much for this ask, it gives me a chance to write fluff! It's definitely one of the ways I see them getting closer, because it shows her not just wanting to understand him, but those around her. Most of Konig's staff are from home, either coming over originally with him or when he makes one of his few trips back home.

Fair warning, this is going to contain some Google translate as well as future pieces most likely, native speakers please correct me on what I get wrong!

“Oh, good morning, my lord!” She bends slightly at the waist, a light bow to Konig as she met him where the staircase joined to the upper left wing of the barony. Standing upright at his nod of acknowledgement, her head turns as he swiftly strode down the hall and took in his frazzled state. In one arm he clasped several stacks of documents to his chest, paper developing light creases where his large fingers exerted too much pressure even through the thick paper. In the other he awkwardly gripped some quills, an inkpot, and the stamp bearing his familial crest. Having to go in the same direction, she saw as he almost dropped a quill then bent it with the force of him stopping it falling to the ground. It beat the alternative of him having to stoop all the way to the ground to recover it, she supposes. “Um, my lord?” She calls to him. His feet came to a stop, head turning slightly, eyes as cool as the outside air locking on her, a faint blue like ice water making her breath hitch at how it locks onto her. “May I be of assistance in carrying something for you?” After a few moments of silent staring she almost took back the suggestion out of embarrassment, a massive man of his stature surely does not need help from a maid- “Federn.” She blinks, unsure if she heard correctly. He clears his throat before repeating himself. “Carry quills. And ink.” He held out his hand and she quickly makes up the distance between them (curse his long strides), taking the objects in her hands, fighting the urge to shiver when their fingers brush. Just like the previous times, his hands were so warm and firm.

They walk in silence down the halls, stopping at the front of the library, intricately carved oak doors barring entry. As he turns the handle she swallows, mind flashing back for a moment to her last time in the library in the duchy. With any luck, the memory would continue to fade the longer she worked here, each time she cleaned the room wiping away the bitterness with the dust and incense ash. Though, she thinks, I can’t forget everything that occurred in that place. Just a fortnight prior it had been confirmed that yes, she was indeed carrying a Duke’s child, not that he would ever know. Her saving grace had been that she was not yet showing, the reduction of stress and ability to hold down food courtesy of Annika helping her regain some of the lost weight, no longer wan and sunken inwards. She hadn’t anticipated telling the head maid of her condition, at least not yet, but she hadn’t a choice when she was caught leaning against a wall fighting off a dizzy spell at the end of the day. Good fortune then that much like her employer, her superior was of a better cut, keeping the news tucked to her chest with little more than a chastisement of letting her know of any changes to her condition and an order to have a quick, light meal of gently seasoned soup from the cooks before heading to bed.

She places the writing set down on the table he had chosen to work at before commencing her own tasks of dusting the books and wiping down the wooden furniture, eyes briefly glancing at the papers as he set about placing the stacks in some order that made sense to him. They were written in that foreign language she saw scrawled across the spines of the novels, most of the letters making sense to her but combined in a way that was confusing, lengthy words packed with consonants and vowels, dots pocked sparingly in some places. She wishes she could read them, understand the different stories that came with the Baron from his homeland.

As she works her way along the shelves, she can’t help but take a few peeks at him, immersed in his tasks while hunched over his work in a way that makes her back ache. The air is mostly silent apart from the scratch of a quill and the gentle squeaking of a damp cloth. Shortly after though, a faint humming permeates the study, a tune she had grown familiar with in the month since her arrival. Konig was fond of this tune, singing the melody like he had no clue he was doing it, part of his routine when tackling paperwork. He had told her the name of the tune, accent making quick work of it, though she struggled to repeat it to herself.

Eye Popeeyah, she vaguely recalled, certain it was something like that. Gently wetting a spot on a plush chair, she waits for the tea stain to lift herself as she chances another look at the baron. He never notices when her eyes stray from the upholstery and she wonders if he even feels her eyes on him. He’s a shy man, she’s come to learn, content to keep himself tucked away from others. Perhaps he feels people’s gaze on him even when there is no one to stare, and so he doesn’t register her. Perhaps she is so beneath him that he doesn’t register her presence at all. Certainly not in the same manner as Duke MacTavish, she chews the inside of her cheek as she wrings out the washcloth and wipes the stain away, hands working at the spot even when gone as she unknowingly rests her eyes on him.

No, the Baron is not that kind of man. “Hirsch?” She jumps, jolted from her thoughts, Konig staring seemingly down to the core of her. Her blood pools in her cheeks and she feels her face become hot. She could die of embarrassment at being caught staring, much less at her employer! She can’t even tell what his expression is with his shroud in place, leaving her further off-kilter. “Apologies, my lord! My thoughts ran from me, I’ll get back to work now.” With a ducked head she averts her eyes from both Konig and the large damp patch her mindless scrubbing caused the poor chair. Unfortunately, the next shelf to clean is the one directly behind him, so she grabs her duster and rags and makes her way over. He hunches in further, trying to scoot in to give her room but ultimately there is nowhere for him to go, shoulders pulled up to his ears to make himself smaller. His grip on his quill is tight, and the papers crinkle under his free hand as he writes, more akin to forcing the ink in than letting the quill do the work, and the humming has stopped, replaced with heavy silence only interspersed with more scratching and the occasional grumble. She feels guilt over it, how her presence in his home forces him into these uncomfortable positions. It’s doubtful he wore the hood even at home before she came, and now here he is forced to curl up to avoid them touching.

 Even still, as she makes her way along the shelves, the heat radiating off him permeates her dress, a welcome sensation compared to the bitter winter outside, the frost outside sharp enough to stop the maids from cleaning the windows lest the water freeze on the panes. Not that he or Annika would let any of them go cold, providing them extra bedding and thicker clothes as the cold crept along the floorboards. The rumors from other maids had been correct, that while the Baron might come across as strange and off-putting to some, he took good care of those who worked for him. It makes the guilt inside her grow.

This man has been so kind to her already, and here she is making him feel like an outsider. Forcing him to repeat himself in stilted English for her sake because it’s the only language she knows. He has always held himself in a stern and awkward manner whenever they cross paths, but she sees his discomfort grow when trying to string together conversation with the few visitors to the barony. She wishes she could speak freely with him and ease that stress a little, make him and the other maids not view her as something to be wary of. Just the other day she had come across two of the maids giggling and speaking in hushed whispers, the conversation so quick she couldn’t make out much more than the occasional exclamations and snickers. Once they realized she was there though, they had startled in much the same way as the baron did, standing stiff with wide eyes before carrying on with their tasks. She tried to reassure herself they hadn’t been gossiping about her, there was always a rumor of some drama occurring in town, but it was hard. It reminded her that she had no one she was close to here, no one to confide in about anything she saw that would set tongues wagging and eyes gawking. “What language is this?” She was behind him again, this time gently removing the dust from the tops of the books that hadn’t seen much attention. Konig jumps, spooked by the sudden voice behind him, chair making a sound of protest as his upper back gently bumps into hers. Taking a moment to calm himself, he sets aside the letter with a harsh line of ink over the surface and frowns down at how it continued onto the table. “Was?” He asks, turning to look over his shoulder. She keeps her face turned to the bookshelf, hands fiddling with her rag once more. “The language you all speak. It’s the one from your homeland, yes?” An answering grunt is all she receives. “I wanted to know which one it was. There are so many books here in the library not in English, and I would like to read them once my work is finished. And-and I would like to be able to speak with the other maids, to greet them as they greet one another, or not require you to have to repeat yourself when giving instruction. I don’t want to impose on them or on you, I’ve seen the frustration with having to translate conversations when out in town.” She can’t help herself, having turned around and now locked in a staring match with him, feeling like a mouse surveilled by a wolf, the words tumbling free of her mouth. Her ears feel like they’re burning, hands, twisting the rag around her fingers. “I would ask Felix or Annika, but they’ve so many responsibilities and I would hate to take up their free time. I would use the novels themselves, but I don’t know all of the letters, they look similar but then there are these dots-“ “Umlaut.” He cuts her off, eyes giving a slow blink. “What is it?” “The dots. They are called umlaut.” He explains. “Umlaut.” She tries testing the word in her mouth. When he nods, she can’t help her smile, pleased at getting it right. “Off days?” He asks in his typical manner, and she works to figure out what he’s asking. “Annika has me scheduled off on Wednesdays and Thursdays, my lord.” He nods again, mulling something over. “Come to my office then. I will teach you.” She hears the drag on the “You’re so busy though my lord, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your work-“ A gloved hand gently reaches up, thumb and middle finger pressing lightly on her cheeks to stop her from rambling a second time. “Wednesday and Thursday” He repeats, accent showing on the 'and',  “and the days you clean the office.”

He releases her when she nods, finishing his final document and reorganizing them while she blinks. She would take great care to follow his lessons, she just hopes he will be patient with her. As she prepares to start on the final task of restocking the fireplace and taking cups to the kitchen, she pauses. “My lord?” He stops stacking papers, watching her from the side. “Thank you for this. If I may though, could you teach me one phrase before you go?” She fights the urge to beam when he taps the seat in front of him. (The next morning, she gives in to the urge when she greets the other early morning maids at breakfast with a nervous and stilted “Guten Morgen, wie geht’s?” and is met with excitement and smiles.) Translations: Federn - Quill Hirscht - Deer Guten Morgen, wie geht's - good morning, how are you

[justblades]

⌕ INSATIABLE HUNGER, 18+

⟢ DAY 2 OF SPECIAL 2K EVENT — where in they basically use you to please themselves

⟢ CHARACTERS : gepard, welt & jing yuan x gender neutral! reader

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI. not proofread.

GEPARD LANDAU

being a silvermane captain is a role not everyone can live up to - to be rid of greed, irrationality and trivial feelings is a masterpiece in its own that gepard landau undoubtedly attained. he always lives up to his name, a solid foundation the belobog citizens can rely on.

naturally, it gets tiring having to be resilient at all times. although he may not act like it's eating his resolve bit by bit the more his stress and fatigue piled up, he heard an unsolicited advice from one of his men. the advice wasn't aimed at him, it was just a conversation he accidentally eavesdropped in. they were two regular soldiers resting for a moment, blabbering about the most nonsensical things.

"have you heard? there's numerous glory holes at the bar recently built in the deepest alley of the administrative district!" one says and the other cackles, "glory holes? like where you put it in and get stimulated in return?" those sentences are all gepard could remember. he attempted his best at being undercover and not give away his identity as he slowly descends further into the back alley.

he thought it was something absurd, not until the blond slips his dick into the hole - his very own girth being encompassed with tightening walls. gepard's breathing becomes jagged, his strong hands tightly clasped on the wall separating him and the incognito glory hole. his brows furrow once he feels the 'glory hole' move, pushing in and out of his dick, already making such sloppy noises.

flushed pink tint brushes from ear to ear the longer he was pleasured in this eccentric setup. the male profusely sweats as climaxing feelings rush onto the throbbing crown of his dick. unintentionally, "i-i'm so . . clo—" slips out of gepard's lush lips and only felt his flames of desire fueled the moment he got to hear the person from the other side answer, "go ahead, cum inside me." the approval seals the deal, he bucks his hips forward with such a powerful thrust, filling your hole with his shape and seed. it was immensely gratifying to be filled up - you couldn't help but chime in, "come again soon . ." gepard only fixes his clothing, still embarrassed having to resort to this but he was already reconsidering.

WELT YANG

the old man happened to be roped in a series of bizarre situations, a scenario he must play along with in order to unravel the secrets of a particular world the astral express happened to stop by. unfortunately, the person welt must scrutinize was someone lecherous, reaching to the point where he pulled the old man to a particular bathroom stall which granted him a face painted of confusion from the brunet's features.

his wrinkles become more prominent at how his brows knit, "what are we to do exactly here, mister?" welt's voice pierces through the thick tension sitting in the air, fixing his black rimmed glasses with his index. "see that partition over there, mr. yang? go there and you'll know what's next." the person replies with a shit eating grin at the end. welt heaves a deep, blue sigh - following suit, just to play along.

not until a particular sight graces his vision, tongue sticking out of a hole, waiting for a visitor to lap in. he looks back and could see that he was still being watched, there is no other choice. with a swift movement, he brings all of his clothing down and slightly tap his erection on the surface, the saliva meeting with his cock's veins was warm, tracing goosebumps all over his skin.

how long has it been exactly? he didn't want to think of that and only spiraled further into pleasure to the point that he rocks his pelvis along with the glory hole's motions, his tip, cock's body and balls being smothered with edible lubricant and saliva all at the same. as the person from the other side of the wall continues to stimulate the old man, more guttural moans bubble from his throat.

"a glory hole . . the name might be misleading for new people . ." the brunet says, accompanied with sloppy noises echoing inside the stall. a question crosses your mind in the midst of the slick blow job you're giving, curious about the male's age as his husky voice and breathy sounded a lower timbre. however, no matter the age— he tasted rather perfect. his cum spills into your throat, a balanced taste of sweet and sour explodes like firecrackers in your tastebuds.

JING YUAN

everyone has secrets, even the luofu general jing yuan himself. whenever he's not on duty which happened a little too frequently— he'd find himself rousing such a lustful act in his own abode. a personal toy he calls whenever he's bored, horny or downright stressed. among those three circumstances, he yearns for his glory hole.

you had no idea you'd be the general's property— after all, it was a shady job offer at the beginning. but what kept your sanity at bay however is the fact that your identity is kept hidden; the payment was more than decent, it estimates up to six digits. it's a job you're happy to have but in contrary, not to boast to narrow minded people.

as you're summoned again by the silver haired, you carefully bend over and made sure the hole is adjacent to your entrance. with one smooth thrust, your hole was intruded by the familiar one, no other than jing yuan's. you clap a hand at your mouth from how a moan tried to escape out, but the more the sex prolonged, the more inevitable it was for you.

jing yuan huffs and exerts more power to his cock, basically jackhammering into your walls. he was long, thick and hot, from one stroke along he had you whimpering under his power, moreso follows are feelings of admiration for the general. "you're not permitted to speak, i know." his abrupt sentence catches you rather off guard.

"but you can let those moans out once in a while . ." the male proclaims, proceeding to quicken his pace with intentions of garnering more lewd sounds coming out of your mouth. you willfully oblige and let it all out, your noises of arousal and satisfaction chime into jing yuan's ears as if you were playing a sweet, melodic tune. "very good." he says, immediately feeling like cumming despite the session starting just five minutes in.

my masterlist !

[sanjisblackasswife]

hiii tate :)) could i request what's the op men's love language please? (monster trio, ace, sabo and law?)

Enjoy!<3

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖

Love Languages: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Receiving/Giving Gifts, Quality Time, Acts of Service

THIS IS SO LOOONNGGGUHHHH

Sabo, Sanji, Ace, Law, Zoro, Luffy

Blk! Fem Reader

CW: LL, Fluff, Suggestive a little(?), Established Relationships

Sanji

Probably the only man that actually shows and loves all Love Languages equally.

WoA: He will praise you until the day is gone, and even in his sleep he mutters ways of speaking so highly of you; “Y/n…my love! My sweet! My beautiful princess…” He loves moaning your name whether in bed or…y’know in bed (😉) He adores how flustered you get from his words, how everytime you change something just so slightly about yourself he notices and gives it all the attention. There isnt a moment that goes by where he isnt finding new ways to express his love for your verbally. Even with little notes he passes to you through out the day. That doesn’t stop there though he loves YOUR words more. When you tell him how much you love him, how pretty he looks, even from how great he cooks he melts in the palm of your hand.

PT: He’s a pervert for one. Of course he loves touching. Man loves PDA more than anything. But ignoring the perverted touches he does to you like while you both are sleep he creeps his hand under your shirt to squeeze your breast or his hand always “accidentally “ falling on your ass when you stand by him. He does a lot of mindless touching you, you actually became his personal stress toy, being squeezed on whether it’s your hands, thighs, or cheeks. Your skin is so soft and plushy and he loves when you do the same. He blushes so quickly when you kiss his cheek, play with his fingers and give his knuckles a kiss while you both sit together. He can’t get enough of touching you.

R/GG: His heart skips a beat when you come back from being apart to see you bring him back something that reminded you of him. Sanji always brings you back flowers, snacks you may like, an outfit, whatever because he always thinks of you and your likes and dislikes. You once bought him a lighter with his name on it on your first date, and though it is no longer in use because he used it so much he still has kept it in his pocket and from time to time he takes it out on accident and just stares at it in awe. A small reminder of the many reasons why he loves u.

QT: Sanji doesn’t really like when people are so close and “distracting” him too much from cooking. But when you stop in and ask him to try his latest dish it sparks up a new level of happiness. “W-would you mind sitting here and staying as my taste tester?” He shyly asks as an excuse for “Please stay in here with me.” Believe it or not Sanji keeps himself busy to run away from the lingering thoughts he gets when he is alone (as well as the other men). But sometimes cooking/smoking isn’t enough, but with You being there it helps immensely. More than you’ll ever know.

AoS: He loves catering to you. He loves being your little butler. Though you dont see it that way. He just loves to be needed by you. He loves that you depend on him. He loves that he can depend on you. His pride doesnt like to admit it though. Not in a “alpha male” kind of way but he never had much to depend on in his younger years up until Zeff so you definitely taught him to love and accept love when given.

Zoro

When Zoro loves he loves hard so when he expresses his LL to you it’s usually pretty intense.

PT: Though he isn’t very into PDA that doesn’t stop him from simple things like Hand holding, picking you up, or even a small gesture like fixing your hair or wiping the frosting off the corner of your lip in public. He is a touchy guy in private though. He didn’t realize it until you pointed it out when he kept rubbing his thumb on your hand while you spoke to him privately on the floor of the CN. It was embarrassing for him, but it didn’t stop him from touching you more. When you touch him back, he freezes. His cheeks get so hot you can almost feel the heat when you get up close and personal. But it’s soothing. Your touch is what relaxes him. When you massage him or simply hug him suddenly from behind. It’s a comfort he cant explain. He also loves touching you ass.

QT: Naps, eating/drinking together, going on walks that leave you both lost, you name it Zoro wants to go with you. Even just sitting in silence can have the man happy. He doesn’t care about any awkward silences. Knowing you’re in his presence is enough to want to keep having you around him. “Woman. Come here.” Damn near sounding sassy and demanding asking you to follow him back to his room to just separate each other from the chaos of the Sunny. No complaints though. Even if you want to talk about nothing he is more than willing to hear you. He loves bantering with you the most.

AoS: Zoro tries his hardest to show his love with words, but he fails most times. He just isn’t accustomed to speaking his feelings since he never did as a child. So. Just like Sanji. He loves that you depend on him. Please do he is happy to do so. When you call on him just to open a jar he loves to tease you about it too. “😏So you need a real man to—“ “JUST OPEN THE JAR!” “😒” He is there to open jars, listen to your problems, and even whoop a man’s ass if you need it. He will never complain to putting himself out there to assist you in the best way possible. It’s the same with you as well, he usually prides himself on not needing help because he’s a piece of crap, but when you come to his aid after a fight or when he needs assistance on what to wear he’s always appreciates it. Giving you a temple kiss and a small mutter of “Thank you, mama.”

Luffy

His love is so expressive you can’t ever question if his feelings for you is fake or not.

WoA: Man can make anybody blush. He’s made pretty much every person he knows flustered. It’s a gift. His sweet big smile and giggle after complimenting your skills and intellect will always leave you speechless. If Luffy had a tail he’d be wagging it everytime he heard you praise him as well as when he praises you. You’re his favorite person, and with that you will get at least 3 compliments a day. MINIMUM. Accompanied with a smile. A smile that makes you match it everytime he does it. Match his energy though and compliment him back! Who knows.. you may be one of the few people that can make Luffy blush.

PT: Touchy boy. Loves to wrap his limbs around you. Loves to smooch you. Loves PDA (doesnt even know what that is). Loves being close to you. You have officially became his personal Teddy Bear. He squeezes you alot. If youre a bigger girl you definitely will have moments in the day where he just clings onto you like a koala. You smell as good as you look to him so dont be surprised if he stays on you like an extra limb until lunch.

AoS: He will always be there for you. You’re his girlfriend but most importantly youre his friend. Youre his. And he doesnt even realize the way he expresses his love for you everyday is with how he protects you. He is very emotionally intelligent and available when youre down. He may not be the brightest but he always finds a way to pick up a solution to your problems. And it’s the same with you, when you can be there for him. It makes his stomach grow butterflies.

Ace

He doesn’t believe he is worth loving, but dammit the way he expresses HIS love is almost remarkable.

WoA: He will nickname you to DEATH. “Pretty girl”, “Babydoll”, “KoalaBear”, “Cub”, “Baby” “Babe”, “Sunshine”, “Dollface” the list goes on. Even some nicknames are pure inside jokes. He loves to also hear how much you love him. Your actions do speak louder than your words, but damn he loves when he hears you say “I love you, Ace.” His whole day is completely refresh when he hears his name and “love” coming out of your mouth. He blushes like he’s a little kid again when you cup his face and tell him, punctuating with a kiss on his nose.

QT: You and him are what most people say “Inseparable “. Wherever you are, he is and wherever he is you are. It’s not even on purpose you both just love to be around each other. You both gravitated to each other the first day Ace was on board the MD. You both are always caught holding hands or you are on his back traveling. Granted he is sometimes stubborn and follows you when you have to travel alone, which gets him in trouble, but it’s worth it.

PT: Like I said you both are always hand holding. He actually developed this LL because of you. You both got closer during the winter and one night he noticed how cold you were and wrapped an arm around you. His warmth was something you grew attached to and though your sudden touches always blindsided him. He almost developed a separation anxiety because of you. Sleeping with you, eating with you, even showering with you. He wants to touch your plushy body at all times….sometimes its not always sexual. Sometimes.

AoS: You both kind of have a tit for tat relationship. You cover for him. He covers for you. You buy him food. He carries you back home. He cleans yall shared room. You massage his back when he feels sore after a fight. It’s something you both love doing for each other. He loves knowing you have his back and he has your no matter what the situation is. He calls you his mini me sometimes for how you help him out.

Law

A stoic man yet he’s so expressive towards you at the same time???

WoA: He compliments you aggressively. “You’re too fucking cute.” “Stop looking so attractive.” “You’re too smart. Stop that.” It’s….interesting to say the least. He looks at you in awe and in his mind he is malfunctioning and spazzing out on how amazing you are to him and how perfect you look even in his shirt, but his words just…well..he tries. You however arent afraid of how much you compliment him and he is embarrassed on how much he loves hearing it. When you tell him how educated he is or how much you loved his new attire he gets a little big headed and thinks about your sweet words all day even behind his frown.

QT: Another man that loves his peace. He does, but whether you actually give him that or not it doesnt matter as long as youre with him. When he invites you to stay in his office as he studies he sometimes just looks up at stares at you, you could be fast asleep on his couch or reading a book, he just likes knowing you’re close by. It almost relieves the tense feeling he have been holding in for hours.

Sabo

A revolutionary man with a revolutionary way of expressing just how much he loves you (ik that was corny)

WoA: His sly words always leave you blushing. He’s like Luffy with his praise but in a more mature manner. Pointing out the small details he loves about you so randomly it almost throws you off balance the rest of the day. “That ponytail you had on this morning made you look like you were glowing, sweetheart. I loved that look on you.” Always leaving you wanting to compliment him back, but he leaves you no time after landing a passionate kiss afterwards. He knows the effect his words have on you which is why he loves drowning you in them.

QT: Eating out, long days in the office, naps, long walks you name it. He loves being productive with you. Even if it’s to accompany him. You’re like his little sidekick. Being around you is what puts him at ease. Even if the job he is doing is boring he promises to make it up to you later that night for being so patient with him.

AoS: I mean yeah. Just like Sanji hand and foot by your side to assist you on whatever issue you have. He is the only person he wants you to come to. You’re his one and only and due to that making sure you’re, happy, safe, and sound is one of his first priorities.

[rascalentertainments]

Hey! Finally decided to write out a few questions I had about Wish Granted, so here they are.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Who’s your head canon voice for WG!Flazino? You may have already said in another post but I couldn’t remember. (UaS!Flazino’s is Milo Manheim, if you’re curious.)

On that note, how do you think WG!Magnifico and Amat would react to Flazino being prince and the biological son of UaS!Manuel and Amaya?

What other Disney movie do you think you drew the most inspiration from, if any?

Do we get to see an actual wish ceremony in the story? If so, when?

Lastly, any hints towards the ending?

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It’s not a lot, but I’m kinda late to the party so most of the good ones have already been asked. Hope you’re doing well <3

HIIIII! I'm so sorry I'm late to this! Been finally designing the villains, and working, so I had to try and make time for this!

I briefly mentioned it in Chapter 1, but that was so long ago, lol. 😆 WG!Flazino is voiced by Josh Keaton! He's actually been in a few Disney projects, including the voice of Young Hercules! Chose him because he has a voice that fits his range of emotion from stressed out, to snarky, to genuinely trying his best. Plus he has a great singing voice. (Also, LOVE your voice for UaS!Flazino!)

2. On one hand, they'd applaud them for getting their Flazino under control with little to no hesitation or resistance. On the other, they're appalled that UaS!Royals even HAD a kid! WG!Magnifico and Amaya don't plan on having heirs, they want to stay in power longer than humanily possible, so they need all the magic they can get.

WG!Amaya would share a few spells that can UaS!Amaya to spy on UaS!Flazino when he's out of sight, or even spy on any possible traitor in the kingdom. (And they'd exchange tea recipes) Their respective pets would get along as well.

UaS!Magnifico would get along GREAT with WG!Mags. They both want the power of a star, and WG!Mags actually succeeded in getting a taste of that power. I can definitely see them going on and on about how hard it is to keep their Flazino's in line. Only, WG!Magnifico would slightly respect UaS!Flazino more for being a royal and not a peasant like WG!Flazino.

3. Hercules, big time! In fact, Wish Granted is part of an homage to the Disney Renaissance movies, where they just had super creative films one after the other! Hercules is actually one of my all time favorite Disney films, and Star's personality and strength is heavily inspired from it! Hell, a LOT of the humor is similar to Hercules, especially in Magnifico! (Plus I have a superhero story in development where is a combination of Wish, Hercules and Superman.)

4. Yes, actually! 😂 I didn't realize I NEVER showed one in the beginning. Oh my gosh, I'm embarrassed….

So it'll be shown during the set up for the finale! Once the royals gather up the people to make 100 wishes, they take in another newcomer to demonstrate their power. (So 101 actually!), it'll basically show what will become of the Hamlet when their wishes are taken. Magnifico plans to just eat them all and kill them on the spot if Asha doesn't give up Star.

5. I'll give you HINTS!!

Thanks so much, @snackara! I'd love to get more questions from you when you have them! They're so fun! 😁

I'll tag you guys in case you want some more lore here! 😉

@oh-shtars @signed-sapphire @chillwildwave @tumblingdownthefoxden

@your-ne1ghbor @ishadow246 @spectator-zee @kenihewa

@uva124 @annymation

[diaryujin]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏? (𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄)

summary: You were at the nearby convenience store, searching for pads that Soyeon desperately needed. At last, when your ego couldn’t overpower your desperation any longer, you asked a worker there.

Little did you know that she’d make you feel in ways you’d never imagined.

includes: periods, late night outings, breakdowns, crying, stress, mentions of feeling empty, gxg, yeah that’s it ig

genre: fluff

pairing: non idol! store worker! yuqi x fem! reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: bro i realized that i reserve fluff for gidle is that counted as favoritism orrrrr…why is this so long it was nawt meant to be this long you’d think yuqi was my bias HELP. anyway this was stuck in my drafts incompleted for a while it’s out of the dungeon yay?? this was inspired by escape + paradise (gidle) + off the record (ive) so tell me why i looped groove back (jaywhypee) while writing this

taglist: @kflixnet

You were standing in the middle of the store like a lost child. Your eyes scanned the aisle of sanitary items, but you just couldn’t find it.

The thing in question?

The brand of pads that your friend and roommate Soyeon wanted. 

Her legs were too weak to walk for ten minutes, let alone thirty, and you knew how painful her cramps could be, considering how many times she ranted to you about them.

Every month for three days nonstop.

You had no other option but to swallow your pride and ask one of the store workers. You looked around the aisle, searching for a friendly face in uniform. You noticed an old man, but you passed on talking to him since he looked too grumpy for your liking.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on her.

She looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl you’d ever seen.

She was adorable and had this cheery attitude around her. She looked like she genuinely enjoyed her work and talking to customers.

You should definitely learn something from her.

You shuffled over to her, a bit more nervous than you’d like to admit.

“Excuse me?”

She was busy stocking items until you spoke to her. She turned her face to look at you, still holding a shampoo bottle. She flashed a bright smile at you, and it was contagious.

“Hello miss, how may I help you?”

She had a deep voice, which contrasted with her face and caught you a bit off guard. 

“Yeah, uh- um- do you happen to know where the…XXX brand of pads is?”

“Right this way, miss!”

She quickly placed the shampoo bottle on its respective shelf before taking a few steps forward, waiting for you to follow.

You walked slightly behind her, admiring her side profile. You seemed to like this particular store worker more than normal.

“Do you not usually get that brand?”

“Nope, I buy another one.”

“This is for a friend, I assume?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed in response, looking straight ahead again. You both reached a shelf, and it was familiar- wait, you were here just now…

She pointed to one of the stacks of pads which was directly in your line of sight, and you stared in disbelief. Was it there this whole time?

“That makes sense. If you were using it, you’d recognize it and know that it was in the place you were standing earlier.”

She chuckled as your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks…”

You looked at her nametag quickly, not wanting to seem like you were checking her out.

“...Yuqi. Thank you for your help.”

Her name rolled off your tongue so prettily that she couldn’t help but replay it in her head like a broken record.

“No problem, miss. It’s my job after all.”

She went away to continue her work, and you realized that she basically called you dumb and sorta blind for not seeing something in front of you.

Pause. Hold on.

How did she know that you were in front of that section?

This was your first time seeing her, and she was in another aisle.

Was she staring at you?

You shrugged it off before going to the cashier to pay. You didn’t want to keep Soyeon waiting more than she had to — she was already struggling.

As you rushed to the exit, you saw her out of the corner of your eye. You waved at her quickly. She reciprocated the gesture and smiled at you, and you swore you heard birds chirping and flowers growing. You managed a half-assed grin back at her before rushing off, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Why were you so flustered?

You reached your shared apartment with your friend, holding the bags of groceries in both hands. Soyeon was sitting in the living room watching TV.

“What took you so long?”

“Your pads.”

“What, you had a walk with them or something?”

You rolled your eyes at her.

“I was about to give up and buy you another brand, be grateful to that one cashier?”

“Name? I’ll send them a bottle of juice, a thank you, and an apology for helping my idiot friend.”

She grinned at you as you closed the door and locked it.

“Might as well. Her name was Yuqi.”

She suddenly paused the movie she was matching before she turned to you.

“Yuqi? Song Yuqi?”

“I think-?”

“Oh, you went to the store she works in?”

“I gue- wait, you know her?”

“She’s one of my friends.’

“Really? You should introduce her to me sometime soon, then.”

“I will.”

It had been three months since that day. You visited the store she worked in four times a week with the pretense of shopping, but the outcome was you buying one or two small trinkets and spending three hours chatting away with Yuqi. You both connected instantly, her sense of humor pulling you in as soon as you talked with her more. Her smile brightened your day, and her laugh commanded your stomach to do somersaults.

Yuqi being in your life felt so natural that you couldn’t believe you once existed without her as your friend.

You had been going to that store late at night a lot recently to satisfy your midnight cravings. The place had everything you wanted, including your new best friend.

There was a problem, though, and it was the fact that she was almost always there.

Not for you (if you thought selfishly, then maybe), but for herself.

She was having both day and night shifts, which was obviously unhealthy. When you asked her about it as tactfully as you could, she brushed it off as ‘earning more’.

More money was good, but not at the cost of her health.

One night, you entered the convenience store, wanting some instant ramyeon. There was no one there, and you appreciated the quiet.

You searched the shelves before finding the specific flavor you wanted. You went to the little stand near the counter for hot water to cook the noodles. You sat down on the stool before it, drumming your fingers against the table's surface as you waited. As the water finished pouring, the store went silent save for the low buzz of the A/C and coolers.

Suddenly you heard a few muffled sniffles behind you. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound as you realized that you didn’t pay attention to the girl behind the cash register until now. 

It was Yuqi.

Her elbows were propped on the part of the conveyor belt where items would be stuffed into plastic bags. Her face was buried in her hands, trying to hide her tears. Without thinking twice, you went through the small door barring non-employees from entering. You stood behind her and bent your knees a bit so that you could reach her height while she sat on the chair. One of your arms was around her waist, the other hand in her hair, running through it. Her breath caught in her throat and she moved her hands away from her face to look at who was being so affectionate all of a sudden at this hour.

“Y…Y/N?”

“Yuqi, when does the store close?”

“In…five minutes?”

Her voice was still hoarse from crying as she spoke, so you turned her around fully to face you and hugged her properly.

“Let’s go outside?”

She was confused, but she was also too tired to fight you, so she nodded. You let go of her before giving her money for the ramyeon you bought. It was way more than the actual price. When she pointed that out, you shook your head and smiled at her as you told her to keep the change. She sighed before inserting the price into the cash register and then putting the extra money in her purse. She then entered the employee-only room, and you picked up your chopsticks to eat your ramyeon. She came out of the room after a short while with her bag and her normal clothes. She wore a pair of light blue jeans, a simple black hoodie, and a grey beanie. Her hair was in a bun. Yuqi smiled tiredly at you, and you smiled back, although you were hiding your concern.

You both exited the shop. She then locked it with the keys that she had. She put them in her jeans pocket before turning to look at you.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

She tilted her head in confusion, but then she simply shrugged and followed you as you started walking. The night was serene, and the moon and stars were bright in the dark. There was a cool breeze blowing which messed up your and Yuqi’s hair. She smiled as she noticed you struggling to fix your messy strands, this one more broad than the one she gave you earlier in the store.

Suddenly she pulled you a little closer before undoing the ponytail you had and running her hands through your hair. Your eyes widened at the action and you could feel heat creeping up to the back of your neck. She carefully redid your ponytail, her fingers occasionally touching your face as she did. She didn’t notice how she was affecting you, and her face was adorable with how focused she was. Her cheeks were puffed out slightly and her eyes were narrowed at you, making her look more squishy than intimidating. 

Once she was done, she moved back a bit, now looking nervous.

“Um- sorry about that- it’s just…like I just felt like fixing your hair when I- when I saw you struggle, so uh-”

You chuckled as you patted her shoulder.

“Thanks.”

She grinned, and you understood why Soyeon called her ‘giant puppy’. 

She looked at you so fondly that you felt your stomach twist and turn. In order to distract yourself, you looked away and fiddled with your fingers.

“Let’s go then.”

“Sure.”

You started walking again, staring straight ahead, Yuqi a little behind. After around five minutes of walking, you looked back only to see her trying to warm her hands. It wasn’t very cold according to you, but you went over to you.

“Yuqi, Yuqi, are your hands cold?” She looked at you sheepishly.

“Yeah, kinda…it’s fine though, really.

She pulled her beanie more over her head so that she could cover her ears.

“My hands are warm…”

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“I’m fine with it.”

Without warning, you reached out for one of her hands. It was ice compared to yours, but it felt nice for some reason. Her hand fit perfectly in yours, fingers intertwined so gently, leaving no small gaps in between. You were too busy looking down at the pavement in an attempt to hide your blush to notice her warm cheeks — a stark contrast to her hands.

“Thank you Y/N, even though you didn’t have to-”

“Shush. I wanted to.”

You realized that what you said sounded less platonic than how much you’d prefer it to be.

She nudged you playfully with the shoulder closer to you, and you nudged her back. You started walking again, taking her with you. Silence fell upon you both, but it was a comfortable one. Your brain’s cogs were on overdrive, and your thoughts drifted off to Yuqi. 

Why were you suddenly so nervous and extremely flustered around her? You always had skinship with her before, so why were you so awkward now?

You then started going through your memories of your interactions with her in the past three weeks, remembering how you’d blush at her usual actions of affection, how you’d make more jokes and embarrass yourself — in front of only her — just to see her smile and laugh more, how you wanted to take a picture every time you met, how you wanted to treasure everything positive she said about you even if it was dumb, how you’d stare at the pictures you had of her - some with you, some without, and how-

No.

It wasn’t what you thought it was, right?

Right?

This wasn’t love, you weren’t-

Did you seriously fall in love with Yuqi?

Holy shit, no, fuck, fuck, fuck-

You couldn’t accept it, you both were just best friends. There was nothing more to it, right?

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit distressed…”

And you were caught.

Your heart couldn’t help but just melt at the tone of soft concern in her voice, and when looked at her face, she had a tiny yet playful pout on it contrasting the serious and questioning gaze she held.

It hit you like a shot in that already mushy organ of yours.

Maybe you were in love.

“I’m okay, Yuqi. I just zoned out.”

You gripped her hand tighter, head swimming in this new thought. Unaware of your internal dilemma, she walked on peacefully. There seemed to be a calm glow in her aura, even though you weren’t a psychic of any kind.

‘Y/N, where are we going?”

Her query made you snap out of your reverie. You scanned your surroundings, and your pace picked up.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

Her voice was all whiny this time, making you grin.

“We’re almost there.”

“My legs are going to die!”

“...we’ve been walking for ten minutes?”

She was about to say something in protest, but you stopped walking and pointed to your left. He turned her head in that direction and her jaw dropped.

You had led her to an empty beach that was known by barely anyone. It had been a safe space for you, and you’d come here when you had to get away from life’s difficulties.

“We’re here.”

“Y/N, this…it’s so pretty.”

“I know.”

She ran to the beach and she dragged you with her, your feet leaving the bricked sidewalk and landing on the sand illuminated by the moonlight. You both reached a pair of swings fixed a little distance away from the shoreline. She let go of your hand, and although you felt a little twinge of disappointment at the loss of warmth, it was replaced instantly by excitement as you saw Yuqi giggling while on the swing. You sat down on the one beside it and started swinging as well. For a while, the only sounds in the dark night were the creaking of the chains holding up the swings, sand flying up as either of your feet accidentally hit the ground and the waves gently crashing against the shore, and it felt like a dream date.

Except, it wasn’t a date, just a hangout with your best friend.

So why were you wishing that it was one?

After a few minutes, you both got tired, and the swings came to a stop. You both just sat there, you staring at the bright moon and twinkling stars, while Yuqi saw them through your eyes, preferring to watch them that way.

“Yuqi, if it’s okay for me to ask…why were you crying earlier?”

You turned to look at her, and she shifted her eyesight to the sand beneath her feet. 

“Well- I was just stressed and broke down, I guess.”

“Why do you have so many shifts?”

She froze, her hand gripping the chains tightly.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for prod-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

She let out a shaky breath, before glancing back at you as she blinked rapidly. You grabbed her hand again, squeezing it a little as if to console her.

“Yuqi, it’s alright to cry. I won’t judge.”

“I do all this work so that I don’t have to go home.”

Your facial features rearranged into an expression mixed between confusion and worry.

“What���what do you mean?”

She held your gaze again, her eyes filled with tears.

“I-I always feel so empty when I’m not at work. I don’t know how else to explain it. Being at the store helps me feel…feel alive. Otherwise, I just go back to my small studio apartment with no one else there, back to a place with nothing interesting to do, back to a place void of life.”

You were stunned by this revelation. You always thought that she enjoyed staying home and that she’d rather be cooped up on her sofa, watching TV or whatnot. You had been to her apartment before, and it was a cozy and sweet place to live in, according to you.

“Really?”

“Seriously. Sometimes I feel like I’m being suffocated in the four walls of my own house.”

“Why do you never call it a home? I always noticed that.”

“According to me…a home is a place where love and comfort can be found, not just a place to live in.”

You squeezed her hand, sighing quietly.

“Frankly speaking, Y/N, you’ve brightened my life so much in the past 3 months and it’s crazy.”

Your eyes widened, and you took a good look at her face. She wore a tiny smile, and her own eyes had gratefulness and peace swimming in them, but there was something else you didn’t recognize. It was a mixture of fondness, almost, mixed with affection, yet more intense than any way she had looked at you before, and you actually liked it. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside — cliché, but still — and you, for some reason, wanted her to stare at you the same way for the rest of your life.

“Yuqi, I- that’s so sweet. I feel the same. Meeting and talking with you is always the highlight of my day.”

You got off the swing, still holding her hand. The sudden movement made her jerk before falling face flat into the sand. Her shriek was cut off by sounds of disgust and gags. Her hand was out of yours at that moment, and watching the whole scene as well as seeing her struggle to recover from the shock and get up was too much for you to handle, and you broke into laughter. She managed to get her face out of the sand and looked up at you, a few grains of sand still in her hair and near the corners of her mouth. She pouted at you, but you couldn’t stop. You squatted down in front of her, laughter reducing into chuckles as you helped her up. 

“Y/N, stop laughing at me!”

She whined as she was on her two feet again, trying to get the sand out of her hair and off her face.

“You looked like a clown! Yuqi, Yuqi, I should have recorded that! I’d send it to Soyeon, and then-”

You erupted into fits of giggles again and she held your shoulders in order to shake you violently.

“Stop it, stop it! You’re so mean! You’re lucky we’re best friends!”

“Oh- really, am- I?”

You were laughing so hard you lost your breath, and at this point, you could do nothing but wheeze. 

“Y/N…”

She stomped the ground like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum.

“Fine, fine, you big baby.”

She pouted again, but you turned your face to look at the sea.

“Let’s go to the shoreline?”

Her eyes lit up instantly.

“Can we?”

“Of course we can, idiot.”

Your fingers laced with hers again as you glanced at her questioningly. She nodded, and you both started running towards the shore, kicking up sand behind your heels and leaving footprints in the sand. You reached a little away from the water, and you both removed your shoes. She led you nearer to the shore, your feet sinking into the soft, damp sand.

“This night is so beautiful. Thank you for getting me out of there, Y/N.”

“Of course. How long could you stay cooped up in there?”

She suddenly lifted your hand to her mouth before placing a gentle kiss on it, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before letting it return back to your side.

Your body froze, but your brain had never worked faster.

“Yu-Yuqi-”

“Shh.”

“Why did you-?” “Why not?

She grinned at you, although there was a bit of shyness behind it.

“You’re weird. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You should.”

“Oh shut up. Your ego level is higher than your IQ.”

“You love me all the same.”

You did, you truly did.

Looking back up at the sky, you admired the stars and the moon. It seemed to be brighter now, but honestly, you didn’t want the moonlight to shine on you both as if you were the main characters of some romance movie. You wished that it was possible to turn it off and just let the darkness hide you two as you basked in the silent yet sweet moment.

Yuqi’s eyes were focused on you. She took in the sight of your eyes glittering more than the stars, the sight of your lips slightly parted in awe- and all of a sudden, she could look at nothing else. It was just you and her in this world, and she wanted nothing more than that. She was content with being able to be able to hold your hand and stare at you like this, the night enveloping you two as the water lapped at your feet. Her heart was beating faster than it ever did before. 

Sure, she had felt like this around you before, but right now? It was at its peak.

The fluttery, dreamy feeling flooding her entire body from head to toe was something she enjoyed. This euphoria, this high- fuck, she wanted to feel it over and over again.

And then it hit her like a lightning bolt.

She was falling for you.

It was like falling but then landing on soft and fluffy clouds.

The excitement of finally figuring it out got to her, and a small lovesick smile formed on her face as she unconsciously squeezed your hand. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you reciprocated her gesture.

When she said the night was beautiful, in hindsight, she meant you.

Suddenly, a small ‘ding’ was heard, and Yuqi pursed her lips together, slightly annoyed that this special moment was interrupted. She fished out her phone from her jeans pocket, and her eyes widened as she checked it.

“We should get going. It’s already 12:15.”

“That early?”

“Early?”

“Oh uh- usually when I come here, I stay until 2 a.m…”

You looked at her sheepishly and she shook her head.

“Well, I can’t afford to do that.”

“What, you get paid for sleeping early? Tell me who’s doing it so that I can join in. Free money.”

“I have a morning shift dumbass.”

“Anyway. Our shoes are nearby right?”

She glanced behind before sighing.

“We’ll get sand stuck on our feet.”

You groaned in frustration.

“My nightmare.”

The two of you started running across the sand, trying to get to your shoes as quickly as you could and to touch as little sand as you could. Unfortunately, both of your feet were covered in sand sticking to them. Yuqi seemed to have it worse though. 

“How am I going to put these feet in my sexy sneakers?”

“I will beat you up with them if you don’t shut up.”

“But-”

“Take them in your hand. We’ll kick and rub off the clumps on the pavement.”

She rolled her eyes but went along with it. Upon reaching the pavement, you started to stomp your feet against the bricks, creating friction so that the sand stuck would fall off. She copied you, giggling a little.

‘We probably look like maniacs.”

“Of course we do, Yuqi. Especially you.”

“You’re my best friend- that says something.”

“Yeah…best friend.”

Your words were simple, but there were many things left unspoken behind them. You didn’t know whether you wanted her to catch on or not, but it seemed like she didn’t. Shaking your head a bit, you continued stomping.

Once you both were done, you slipped your feet into your shoes. Your head faced hers again, staring silently at her side profile for a few moments.

“So…I guess this is goodbye, Y/N.”

“Just for now.”

“Obviously.”

You felt a surge of confidence flowing through your veins at that very moment, and you knew it’d disappear quickly if you didn’t do anything.

That’s why you did something.

You pressed a small peck on her cheek, before dashing off in the direction of your house. 

You did it, and you’d wake up the next morning without knowing her reaction.

She froze on the spot until she could feel her cheeks burn. She smiled a dreamy smile after a few seconds, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

She had seen you before on Soyeon’s Instagram posts and story, and you were just gorgeous. She had to meet you, somehow, without seeming like a stalker. She asked Soyeon about you, and the girl gave her a few basic facts about you, and then she decided that when you and her friend went out together, she’d ‘accidentally’ come to the same place too.

Fate had other plans, however.

She was staring at you that day in the store, yes. The shock of seeing you, the person she thought about so much was so strong that she couldn’t help it. You were prettier in real life, and she was pretty sure that she saw stars.

She loved whatever she had with you, but was it a crime to want more?

Yuqi could only hope.

[cecilxa]

the boba theory

summary: ayato likes boba, but he loves you even more

contents: fluff, humour, lightheartedness all around, ayato is down bad, gn!reader (use of they/them pronouns), reader really likes boba sorry if you don't like it (bobalover!reader), quite dialogue adjacent

cw: food

a/n: longer than usual, but i thought it was a really cute twist on the olive theory and just ran with it! @ibitekaeya i promised i would write more ayato :)

wc: 1.4k

Ayato can feel your gaze on him. But strangely, he doesn’t feel it on his face, nor his arms, nor his, ahem, behind (which you, for some reason he pretends not to know, seem to like looking at). No, he feels it on one of his gloved hands, the other one presently holding one of yours. But even then, no, that doesn’t seem right either. So what could you possibly be staring at?

Oh.

It’s his boba. The smooth, creamy milk tea of his dreams combined with chewy tapioca pearls creates a sensation that’s refreshing for his palate and also soothing to the throat. It’s really quite a perfect drink to enjoy at all times, even when it’s cold out. You also seem to agree, given how you’ve been looking at it the whole time on your walk through the street.

He can’t help but feel a little jealous. It’s one of the rare off days he gets, and you’re more interested in his boba than him? The betrayal. Sure, it may be somewhat (and he’d like to stress the somewhat) childish of him, but what’s he got to do to be able to receive some attention? You haven’t even noticed how his eyes have drooped slightly, or how his smile is ever so strained around the corners of his mouth, or how his grip has tightened, which is causing some pearls to slowly creep up the cup…

“Ayato!”

He startles, his grip lessens, and those sweet, sweet tapioca pearls are saved for today. And his dignity, you guess. 

“Yes? Was there something you saw that interested you? I’ll gladly pay for it.”

“No, it’s just that your boba was going to spill–you were gripping it so tightly.”

“Oh.”

He silently thanks the Electro Archon. It’s only the second date, and he’s not sure whether he’d be able to handle the late nights in his bed replaying the horrifying moment of his boba spilling all over his clothes while his crush looks on. He’s cringing just thinking about it. Sure, he’d be able to play it off, but hotpot nights would definitely be a little more intense. Maybe she also has a fondness for similar milk-based drinks?

To steer the conversation away from embarrassing moments, an idea strikes, and he ushers you towards a nearby stall on the street, one that gives off a slightly sweet scent. 

“A boba tea, please.” 

The vendor’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of Kamisato Ayato ordering a simple drink, and while with a supposed significant other?! Just know that the rumours will be spreading as soon as you leave the stall–not that they’ve not started already.

“Right away, sir.” 

You look at Ayato questionably. He already has a boba, so why would he need another one? Similarly to the vendor’s expression, your eyes also widen, although much more subtly than the person shyly peeking up to grab another glance at the esteemed Yashiro Commissioner. 

Without even having to look at you, Ayato chuckles again, but with something akin to fondness.

“You’ve guessed it. It’s for you. I would offer you mine–I don’t really like it anyway–but I doubt you’d want it with all my saliva.”

The white lie falls off his tongue as if he were actually telling the truth.

He turns to hand the vendor some cash, but before he can properly give it over, you grab his hand and shake your head. 

“It’s mine, right? So I should pay. I’ve paid for stuff in the past when we’ve been together; it doesn’t matter whether we’re on a date or not.”

He hesitates, then retracts his hand. He then smiles–one that lifts the corners of his eyes, and one that reveals the crinkles of his mouth.

“Of course. If that is your wish.”

You proceed to give the vendor some cash and take the boba from their hands. If only you were looking at Ayato instead.

“Your patronage is greatly appreciated!”

Walking away, Ayato dips his face towards your ear and whispers softly, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“A secret for our next date.”

He winks. You can feel the blush spreading across your cheeks. Why did he have to be this attractive? To cool yourself down (and to avoid keeping eye contact), you decide to take a rather large gulp of the drink, which even Ayato is slightly concerned about.

“Don’t drink too violently. The pearls could get stuck in your throat, and I don’t think either of us would appreciate a surprise trip to the doctor’s on only our second date, hm?”

You nod absentmindedly, but then the flavour hits your tongue. And then your eyes light up in a way that makes your whole face glow. As you chew on the tapioca pearls, a smile grows on your face, which widens as time goes on. The soothing sensation! The mesh of textures! The subtle sweetness! What a delight to experience! 

All the while, Ayato’s now the one staring at you with widened eyes. The look on your face is nothing short of extraordinary. Something in his heart stirs. Seeing you this happy, he’s now certain of the fact that whatever you ask for will be granted if the smile that graces your features is one that he gets to experience. It’s somehow only now that he realises you really have him wrapped around your pretty little finger. His eyes crinkle. 

“You never fail to amaze me.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Please, carry on.”

–

It’s been a few months since that incident, and Ayato still recalls it fondly whenever he’s feeling down or for motivation to finish his work quicker so that he’s able to spend some much-needed quality time with you. He smiles softly, chuckling at the expression he so vividly remembers. The look on your face is so endearing that he wonders how lucky he must’ve been when his ‘hunch’ ended up being the source of one of his most cherished memories.  

“What’s so funny?”

Your question grounds him in reality as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. 

“How I’m looking forward to beating Thoma in our hotpot game today; the look on his face will truly be something… hehe.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, said housekeeper walks in, carrying a tall drink of boba. You gasp a little, something only Ayato can hear, and he grins. However, said housekeeper also adds a message that makes his heart not-so-subtly skip a beat. 

“My lord, here’s your boba that you requested. It’s your favourite flavour too.”

Thoma then sends a greeting your way, which you reply to with a grin. A pause, and then Ayato hears what might possibly be the loudest laugh you’ve ever let out. 

“Good joke, Thoma! I even believed you for a second there. He even told me yesterday how much he disliked it. It’s quite sweet, actually. He always has one with him so that even if we’re not near a drinks vendor, I can still have one, even if he’s not expecting me to be there.”

Thoma awkwardly laughs along, sending questioning looks towards Ayato, to which he responds with a smile that contains little to no mirth at all. Through gritted teeth, Ayato also laughs, although it sounds much more like a bark than a proper chortle. 

“Darling, could you excuse Thoma and me for a quick moment? I promise we won’t be long.”

Poor Thoma. 

“Oh, sure. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Ayato strides deftly out of the room, with Thoma following behind. He also doesn’t want you to notice the faint heat that he feels spreading across his ears.

“My lord, what are you talking about? Everyone in the Kamisato Estate knows how much you like boba.”

Ayato sighs.

“Their happiness is the one thing I hold most dear to my heart. If that means sacrificing some… drink, albeit one that I also hold dear, then I would not hesitate to purge it from my diet. They make me do foolish things to my heart, and subsequently make me do foolish things in return.”

Thoma is left stunned, while Ayato swiftly dismisses him to go back inside. He does turn back, however, and gives him a smile that never means good things. 

“I’m looking forward to our hotpot today. Make sure to be sufficiently prepared.”

Poor Thoma. 

Ayato pads in quietly, his footsteps silent as a cat’s, but pauses. He lets his gaze linger on your satisfied expression, and his ears pick up a pleasant hum. How wonderful. How so, so wonderful you are. When the time comes, he guesses he’ll have to reveal the grand truth, but for now, he’s perfectly content basking in your happiness. 

What you do for love. 

a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are all appreciated!! 💙 (blue for ayato)

[michixoxo]

"𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣?"

you and main cast, where yall going?

John

put on your sunscreen! cuz you're going the fuck outside

takes you to a carnival in town for your first date.

he instantly wants to get you every single prize there is, doing multiple games, all rigged against him, and his frustration gets progressively higher.

until, the fated claw machine.

it was your mistake to mention that you'd love the cute pig plushie, because he spends quarter after quarter determined to get you it.

it gets to the point that you end up leaving to go get you both a soda, seeing how he won't even move from the machine.

with his last failed attempt, he slams his fist against the side of the machine, impossibly frustrated and out of quarters.

but, fate seems to be on his side, as the metal panel guarding the inside of the machine falls as a result of his punch.

can you really blame him for reaching his arm inside and taking a plush or two? or three? or... all of them?

he carries as much as he can, excited to show you. he can see you in the distance, only a little bit more, just a little—

"freeze! you're under arrest!", aw shit.

"you are being charged with destruction of property and theft. anything you say can be used against you in court.", he feels shame and embarrassment pool in his stomach as the altercation draws your attention, your hands covering your mouth in shock as he's cuffed.

as he is put into the carnival police car, he hangs his head low. i'm such a screw up. how could i be so fucking idiotic? they hate me, don't they? i fucking hate mysel—

"john!", your voice rings out even in the police car. he sees you, standing in the middle of the mountain of plushies. he sees as you pick up the prized pig plush, holding it in your arms.

"thank you!", you shout, smiling at him and waving. he tries to wave back, but resorts to shaking his head left and right, indulging in the laugh it pried from you.

even as the police car starts to move, his feelings are replaced with more welcomed ones: feelings for you.

he would take you mostly on casual dates when you start dating. you would go to places like arcades, fairs, and the like. cute picnic dates with each other, just talking and loving each other's company.

cute couple that ends up getting kicked out of every establishment they go to.

Sera

takes you to woaba boba for your first date.

what? it's not romantic? welp, that's rough buddy.

honestly, she doesn't feel the need to overly impress you. of course, she wants you to have a good time and have a good impression of her, but she isn't gonna stress herself out.

also uses it as a sort of test. she's had people, if they're brave enough, try to befriend her in order to benefit off her family's wealth, connections, and power.

so, if you don't like it, then you can happily take your business elsewher—? oh? you love boba? you always wanted to go here? you're thanking her?

hm. well, she may have been a bit rash. maybe you aren't like other people...

you blink slightly as she sips her boba, looking strangely pleased. did something happen..?

takes you to different hang out spots.

you'd go shopping together at the mall or spend time at a skating ring, whether or not either of you can skate is entirely irrelevant.

similar to john, you both get into a lot of trouble on your dates, though your chances of being caught are now halved 👍

badass couple that get progressively dumber the longer they are around each other.

Arlo

first date on the moon

okay not actually but its still exuberantly fancy

french restaurant in the heart of Wellston that has three michilen stars and a price range that would make the average man cry.

you're not surprised when you show up and he's wearing a suit that's the cost of the same man's salary.

classic candlelit dinner, the chef personally comes to serve you both. you pray that he doesn't believe in 50/50

not nervous at all. in fact, bro thinks he's the shit. (and he is but don't tell him that)

he knows he outdid himself with this one, and he knows that it's gonna impress you. still... you look sort of... bored—? well, no matter. he didn't pay the chef just for them not to have any tricks up their sleeve.

date goes well, because of course it did. still, as he walks you to your home, you look... less impressed than he hoped for.

did he do something wrong? did you not like the food? did you hate the restaurant—?,

"arlo!", huh? "there's a cat in the tree!", what did you want him to do about it? you stare at him with those pretty eyes, looking up at him. don't you remember that this suit costs a fortune? why not just call the fire department— "please, arlo..?"

...so what? he got a few twigs caught in his hair. and sure, maybe his suit is completely stained and torn from kitten claws and branches. but that sweet smile of yours, the impossibly bright light in that dim alley, is more than enough to make up for it.

takes you to expensive, classic dates. dinner dates are always a favorite, but you also go to nice lounges and country clubs to play golf or drink champagne.

elitist couple that thinks they are better than everyone and technically is.

Remi

first date is bowling, 90s style

she's very excited for the date, isen and blyke? not so much.

she had to practically chain them to a street lamp to be able to go with you on the date, and still, two guys in employee uniforms seem to be glaring at you an awful lot huh...

but anyways! the date is great! you both spend time with each other and take turns bowling. a fun sort of competition evolves from every passing round. she's... happy. she's really, really happy with you. and it's like she never wants it to end.

alas, a rumble of her stomach catches you both off-guard, resulting in a light chuckle from you and an embarrassed blush from her.

enjoying a burger, fries, and coke, you both sit together playing footsies in the food court. except, no good thing lasts for long.

a stray fry passes by your table, hitting someone behind you on the head. yet, despite doing something about it, the person simply cowers further in fear.

then, another fry. and another. and then a soda cup splatters hard and fast against them, covering them in a sticky, brown liquid. it's disgusting. it's revolting. and remi can barely stand to see it.

yet, for some reason, you grip tightly onto your own soda cup and stand up, your face obscured by the overhead light.

there's no way. no way you're gonna join in this, right? you were better than this, right? you wouldn't stoop to their level. no. no, how could you—?

your own soda cup slams against the face of the perpetrator, a sticky, orange fluid plastered all over them.

after the shock, remi's face almost shines. maybe, maybe you aren't like everyone else. she was right about you. and she's so happy she was.

takes you on classic dates. sharing a milkshake or pasta in a small diner is only one of her many ideas for you both. also likes going to fairs and carnivals, she'll win you so many plushies.

sweet couple that gives everyone diabetes with how cute you are.

Blyke

tries to do something similar to arlo and fails miserably.

first date at a fancy restaurant but he shows up 15 minutes late covered in dirt and mud on his suit.

ask him what happened and he'll brush off the fact that he lost his phone in the sewer drain and bought a fishing rod to get it out and it worked until he accidentally flung both fishing rod and phone into a tree that he had to climb but didn't realize was being actively cut down and got stuck on a semi-truck as he fell and terrifyingly slid off until he bounced and bumped and conveniently landed right in front of the restaurant.

but don't worry! just a few scratches and stains and oh, is there a bird in his hair?

sits down and— "pfft, do you see them?", huh?

"please, what an embarrassment. people like that shouldn't be here, they ruin it for everyone."

...y'know what? fuck them. it doesn't matter. he's here with you, and he won't ruin it by getting angry. he shouldn't be mad. don't get mad—

and suddenly, a cup of water is thrown at the talking man.

"hey! keep your ass out of our business! what makes you think you can talk about us when you're balding at, what, 30?"

after a few more comments comparing the man to mr. clean and a couple profanities later, you're both thrown out of the restaurant with nothing but the clothes on your back.

"psh, assholes. let's go, blyke.", "go? what do you mean?", you smile at him, standing up and offering your hand. "our date isn't over just yet."

he might just love you.

takes you on gym dates. just gym dates. only gym dates. and maybe a few coffee dates or dates at the beach.

superhero couple with all the energy of a shonen anime and the bad decisions to show for it.

Isen

first date at the mall

think about it, it's casual enough to not be taken too seriously but also enough activities to make it seem like he's putting in more effort than he really is.

he's a genius, isn't he?

sometime during the date, you both go inside a stationary store. there, he might've just met the love of his life.

a pen, no, the pen. everything from the smell, to the sleek style, to the vibrant red and black accents. it's beautiful. but he'll be damned if he's spending $300 on a singular pen, even he has his limits.

so, after staring longingly at it, he leaves along with you to the next place. it's fine, surely nothing wrong could happen now—

"hey! you there with the bad haircut!", huh? first of all, rude—

the security guard yells at him, telling him that he apparently stole the valued pen at the stationary store. that the cameras saw him looking at it and they know it was him.

not only is the dude embarrassing him in front of you, but his integrity is being called into question.

why is it always him? can't he have a simple day without things going wrong? he didn't even do anything! why is it always his fault—?

you step in front of isen, almost to protect him. "he wouldn't do that, he isn't like that. just because he was looking at it doesn't mean he did it. you don't even know him, not like how i do."

..? you're taking his side? even after what the security guard said?

his thoughts are stopped as the store owner comes up to the security guard, saying that after checking the cameras, someone with invisibility probably took it.

the security guard stops, looking rightfully embarrassed. "s-sorry, then. my mistake." what an—

"asshole. you think we're forgiving you that easily. you better start groveling right now, you pig."

... you're worse than him... which is kinda hot.

instead of taking you on dates, you both just do everything together. if he needs help with the press team, then you're the first person he's going to. if he needs to share a secret that's been weighing him down, then you're always there to lend an ear.

annoying couple that pisses everyone off in 0.420 seconds.

based on the values i think the main cast would appreciate/need in a partner:

john: forgiveness

sera: authenticity

arlo: kindness

remi: righteousness

blyke: courage

isen: loyalty

[pastrydragon]

Accent, speech pattern and Voice headcanons for the Gotham Rogues.

Riddler

In casual settings, Eddie has a slight New Jersey accent and cusses with the frequency you would expect from that.

He almost always has perfect grammar and has a very impressive vocabulary.

But there are some situations where "Fuck" just does not have a suitable replacement.

When he's going against Batman, The Riddler adopts a more trans Atlantic accent since it goes with his gameshow aesthetic.

Also since a LOT of his schemes are publicly televised he doesn't want to cuss on camera or forget to project his voice.

So adopting a different accent helps his brain remember how to act on camera so he can always appear classy.

Edward's voice is a bit more high and nasally than average, but not to an annoying degree. It's not particularly unique either. So if he remembers so change his voice slightly then he can make a phone call to anywhere and they won't recognize him.

Emotional variations include his accent getting thicker when he's angry or exhausted.

Scarecrow

John has a very rural Georgian accent.

Scarecrow: The Master Of Fear has a rather dramatic way of speaking due to his love of classic literature and poetry.

His years in academia have also left him with a very intellectual and scientific vocabulary.

John speaks with a kind of intensity and eloquence that you'd expect on a stage rather than at the front of a classroom.

A smooth baritone only enhances the effect.

Had he not been a professor, he would have made a killing as a raidio star or television narrator.

John only breaks out Southernisms when he's embarrassed. "Well I never!" "Why I outta-" he also stammers when embarrassed. otherwise his speech patterns don't have noticeable emotional variation except the ones he puts there.

Mad Hatter

Jervis has a strong Bristol accent. Which is an English accent that strongly pronounces R's and tends to slap an L at the end of words that should end in a vowel.

The classic example is Opera'l instead of Opera.

His voice is naturally high and soft, often making him sound much more indulgent toward others than he's actually feeling.

Although he does quote the Alice books often, he does not quote longer passages exactly unless he's having an episode.

The rest of the time he'll change them to fit what's happening or merely reference them.

If he's feeling particularly lucid and cheery, you may not even hear mention of the books at all.

Stress will cause longer more accurate quotes and chip at his lucidity along the way.

His only other emotional variation comes out when he's feeling flirtatious.

Jervis's voice tends to get more breathy and cooing around people he likes. He also goes harder on his R's giving some words a purr like sound.

Harley Quinn

We all know and love our girl Harley's Brooklyn accent.

Honestly I can't make an improvement on the BTAS version so scroll down.

Poison Ivy

Pam has a Virginian accent. It's the kind of southern bell accent you'd associate with Blanche Devereux.

Pair that with a voice like a lounge singer and everything that comes out of her mouth sounds sexy.

Even when she doesn't want it to.

It's actually pretty annoying for her.

Unlike John she uses plenty of southernisms such as "I Reckon" "Over yonder" and of course the venom filled "Bless your heart."

Catwomen

The Miami accent is strong on this women, and it tells you exactly why she moved to Gotham.

You can't wear all black leather in the kind of weather Florida's got.

Miami heat isn't sweet to everyone.

Being a second generation Cuban immigrant, she speaks Spanish fluently and while she speaks both it and English seamlessly she has run into one glitch.

She will occasionally forget whether a turn of phrase was originally English or Spanish.

She called John a dancing skeleton once and no one has let it die. From Esqueleto rumbero- Literally: Dancing skeleton, Meaning: Very thin.

Her actual voice is a pretty standard alto. Like Ed, as long as she disguises her accent she can basically call wherever without being recognized.

Another rogue that hits their R's harder while flirting. But it's less a seductive purr and more an "Oh, I'm being HUNTED" kind of sound to hear.

Bane

Bane is directly from Venezuela and has the accent to match.

His English is phenomenal for someone who's only been speaking it a few years but it's not always perfect.

Whenever he doesn't know or forgets the word for something he'll describe it using other words until the other person figures it out for him.

For example, this interaction between him and Riddler: "I need the office knives." "... I'm sorry, what?" "The office knives, with the holes in the handle." "Hmmm, is the answer perhaps scissors?" "YES! I need the scissors!"

Edward is the grand champion of figuring out what Bane is saying if Catwomen or Music Meister isn't there to translate the word from Spanish.

Bane has a naturally loud and deep voice which can make him sound aggressive even when he's not trying to be. His size doesn't help.

But really he's a very calm and levelheaded person.

If he's actually angry, you'll know it from how quiet deliberate his speech becomes.

A quiet Bane is a dangerous Bane.

Joker

New York accent.

Drops occasional NY phrases but doesn’t mention anything culturally significant to New York unless someone else brings it up.

He doesn't remember what part of New York he's from but if asked he'll say Coney Island.

His jealousy over Eddie growing up in Wildwood is real.

Harley swears up and down he's from Staten Island and anyone familiar with the different New York accents would agree with her.

Joker has a pretty distinct reedy voice that all gothamites will recognize as soon as they hear it.

It gets even higher on the rare occasion he's scared or nervous.

Music Meister

SoCal (Southern California) accent.

This accent is also called Valley Girl.

He's originally from San Diego and spent his early twenties in LA so the accent is thick and locked in.

He moved to the east coast to attempt a Broadway career before turning to villainy and kind of regrets not moving back west first.

He's the first person to complain about cold weather and bad Mexican food when the chance pops up.

But he's gotten too fond of the other rogues to seriously consider leaving.

Even if the Scarecrow keeps smacking him with a newspaper every time he misuses the word "literally".

He automatically starts singing his words when he becomes frightened or incredibly nervous. Which made sense until he revealed he did that even before he got his powers.

Odd.

Killer Croc

Waylon has a thick cajun accent, that along with a naturally growly bass voice can make it difficult for others to understand him.

He prefers speaking French to English and will go out of his way to talk to people he thinks might speak his preferred language.

Jervis, Edward, Victor Fries and Joker speak with him in French when in a one on one conversation. 

Yes Joker speaks French, no he doesn’t remember why or how. He honestly didn’t even know he could until he met Waylon. 

Waylon is incredibly charming and personable once you figure out what he's saying, he's definitely the most well liked rogue among his peers next to Harley.

Emotional variants include getting even more growly when angry and speaking completely in French when distracted.

Penguin

A lot of people say he has an English accent, he doesn’t, never say this in front of him.

The man is WELSH, and he has ruined people’s lives over having his accent confused on particularly difficult days.

He takes great pride in his heritage and being accused of being “English” of all things is one of the quickest ways to sour his mood.

No offense to Mr. Tetch of course, it's the principle of the thing really.

He rarely speaks Welsh these days unless visiting extended family.

He does use the proverb “Deuparth gwaith yw ei ddechrau”(Two-thirds of work is starting), mostly to himself but he’ll use the proverb with others when appropriate.

Emotional variants include his voice getting squawk like when scared. He also laughs like a mad pelican.

Clayface

I forget who came up with this originally and I'm kicking myself for not remembering but I've adopted the head canon that Clayface was an "aging" K-pop/drama star that was on tour in the states when his manager coerced him into trying an experimental cosmetic treatment that turned him into Clayface.

So Clay has a very strong Korean accent and probably speaks the worst English out of all the rogues.

It's passable but he understandably just wasn't expecting to need it this much.

Despite his difficulties he still somehow gains control over the majority of his conversations and seems to exude likability.

He's trained for years to make his voice as soothing and pleasant as possible and he's not going to let being a mud monster ruin his hard work.

Until something triggers his traumatic memories and sends him into a frothing rage full of bubbling curses or a depressive meltdown where he becomes a pile of blubbering goo.

He's totally incomprehensible when he's having either kind of breakdown even to other Korean speakers, honestly HE doesn't even really know what he's saying.

Many of the rogues have hired him to put his acting skills to use in various schemes and Clayface is amazed at all the new voices he can do.

He's also been Music Meister's backup vocalist for a few of his schemes so you know he's legitimately good.

Bookworm

He has a rather general east coast accent.

Until he gets angry and starts cursing in Portuguese.

You'd never guess because he's an ashy fucker and his skin never sees the sun since he spends all his time reading inside, but the guy is mainly indigenous Brazilian.

You might be able to get a clue from his facial features if he wasn't wearing the world's thickest glasses and a hat.

He has near permanent "Library voice" so people often struggle to hear him above everything else that might be going on.

His voice is surprisingly sonorous and captivating when he can be well heard.

Since Arkham doesn't often get new books, fresh literature was fought over until Joker suggested "AudioBookworm" which is just Bookworm reading the new book aloud for everyone.

Until his little used voice gives out a bit at which point Scarecrow or Mad Hatter will step in until the end of the chapter.

Mr. Freeze

Victor has a moderate Icelandic accent.

Riddler and Joker have a competition going to see how many lines from Skyrim they can trick him into saying.

Victor figured it out immediately but plays dumb to this day in order to fuck with them.

He said "Hey, you. You're finally awake." to Edward after he woke up from a nap in the rec room once and Victor will treasure the face that nerd made forever.

Victor has a bit of a "resting bitch voice" he always sounds annoyed.

Unless he's talking to Nora, then he just sounds like a simp.

Not really a voice head canon but he gets hiccups very easily from laughing.

BONUS Nora

Nora is from Belarus so she often got mistaken for having a Russian accent.

But unlike Oswald she rarely cares enough to correct people much less get angry over it.

Nora speaks with great confidence and authority, even when she doesn't necessarily have either.

Her voice definitely broadcasts "Don't even fucking THINK about arguing with me."

The personality and accent get her the nickname "Ice queen" wherever she works.

Which is very unfair, she's a kind and compassionate women!

She's just also right and she should say it.

Nora's voice becomes utterly saccharine around Victor, they're absolutely obnoxious to listen to together.

[ten-shi-fandoms]

The way they kiss/favorite areas to kiss: Blue Lock Addition pt 1:

___________________

Cw: Characters x Reader, Gender netural reader, kissing (obviously-), mentions of biting (Bachira), mentions of thigh kissing (Rin), hand kissing (Isagi), neck kissing (Rin), slightly suggestive (not really), fluff headcanons

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi

Author's note: Okay listen, just know some of my post will not be getting they're parts yet- it's mainly because I have so many ideas and want to get them all out before I forget so it may take a while for some of my different headcanon post so bare with me. Also sorry these are short.

______________________________________

Bachira Meguru 👾⚽:

The way they kiss:

Pesonally I think Bachira's kisses are usually quick and sweet.

He's someone who lives for excitement, and his brain sometimes runs a thousands miles per hour so he likes quick kisses.

He loves the quick kisses because it allows him to kiss you multiple times and you still enjoy them.

Sure there are times he kisses you softer and slower but he prefers super quick kisses that are just long enough to make your lips tingle.

When he does kiss you slower, and alot gentler be warned it will taste like something usually sweet.

He will usually eat your favorite fruit or sweet treat then kiss you, the sweet taste will linger on your tastebuds for a while after the kiss too so he's happy.

Bachira also likes biting when he kisses you.

Everytime you kiss in a slower way he will nip at your lip.

He also smiles against your lips whenever you two kiss.

He doesn't mean to but he can't help it.

He loves you so much and getting to kiss you is more than he could ever ask so he smiles to show that.

Its not even about getting you to open your mouth in anyway he just likes seeing your lips red, bitten raw and puffy from his kisses makes him have a sense of accomplishment.

He gets so happy when he kisses you and sometimes the kisses last longer than intended but neither of you mind ^^

The sweet taste, the quick and sweet or slow and gentle pace, the smile as his lips move against yours.

Aw yes this is how Bachira Meguru kisses.

Favorite area to kiss

Bachira's favorite area to kiss is your lips.

Its simple.

It's normal.

And it's his favorite.

He just loves cupping your face in his hands as he smothers you in kisses.

You can't get away this way, your stuck with his hands on your face being kissed breathless by how many kisses he's giving you.

By the time he leans back to admire his work, your face is red, your lips puffy and red, your eyes half lidded as you catch your breath having not being able to breathe with how much he was kissing you.

Yep thats the stuff ^^

___________________________________________

Isagi Yoichi 🥇⚽:

The way they kiss

Isagi's kisses actually depend on whats going on and his emotions.

If he's excited or happy his kisses are bold, enough to the point your breathless off the first kiss.

If he's stressed or in a bad mood his kisses are hesitant as if he's kissing a delicate flower.

He kisses you with such passion that you can feel his love seeping into you with each kiss no matter his mood.

Sure his kisses are bold, almost fiery when he's happy but his hesitant kisses are full of vulnerable and raw emotion it can make you smile.

His lips quiver everytime he kisses you as his hands stay gently on your cheeks, hands or waist.

He needs you to ground himself.

He needs to feel you pull away, tug on his shirt, grip his hand.

He needs to stimulation to make himself stop no matter his mood.

He gets so carried away when he kisses you, you carry away all his worrries and doubt. The way his excited and happiness wells inside you makes him forget you have limits. (like being able to breath-)

He gets super embarrassed when you pull back and he realizes what he's done.

Favorite area to kiss

Isagi's favorite place on you to kiss are your hand.

He just loves how quick and simple it is but it also conveys how much he loves you.

Kissing you on your lips makes him get carried away.

Kissing anywhere else makes him embarrassed so kissing your hands is a good alternative.

The feeling of his warms lips placing gentle almost feathery kisses along your hands and knuckles can and will make you shiver.

He loves feeling your hands against his lips.

He loves seeing you rub the areas he kissed and smile when you think he isn't looking.

And sometimes when he's being playful he'll nip at your fingers sometimes licking along the length of your fingers just to see you squirm.

He can't help it your just too cute ^^

___________________________________________

Rin Itoshi 😑⚽:

The way they kiss

Rin's kisses are bold, long and leave you breathless.

Rin isn't the best with words, nor does he like that much physical affection but his kisses show you everything you need to know.

You can tell how much he loves you just by the sheer force behind each kiss.

You can literally fall back on the bed by how hard Rin kisses you.

Everytime you kiss it doesn't matter how long your lips are puffy, red or bruised if not all three.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't mean to hurt you it's just how hard his lips move against yours.

His hand will find it's way to the back of your neck usually resting there as the two of you kiss.

Sometimes if he starts losing himself in the kiss he'll gently tighten his grip on your neck.

It doesn't hurt you or anything.

Nothing to hurt you but it helps him ground himself and gives you the hint to make him calm down.

However this is only at home though.

He will never kiss you in public and if he does it's a really quick peck to the lips, forehead or cheek.

Favorite area to kiss

Rin's favorite area to kiss on you are a mix between your thighs and your neck.

He loves kissing your thighs because its a area that's sacred in his eyes and the fact that you even let him kiss there shows how much you love him.

He especially loves it if your in short or where high knee sock because it leaves your thighs exposed.

Perfect to place gentle, feathery kisses along.

They aren't sexual mind you.

They are usually on the top part of your thighs and they only linger a few seconds.

When Rin gets in a bad mood however its your neck.

It can be anger, jealousy, annoyance or he's just being downright possessive he will kiss your neck.

Usually he does it infront of people he doesn't like to show them your taken.

His lips will push gently against the skin as he makes direct eye contact with the person he's making a point to.

Though he also does it when your in a bad mood.

After all can't get mad at a face you can't see -

[sadistic-kiss]

House of Alpha Chapter 22: Stress? What Stress?

*Omegaverse* Omega!Reader x AlphaSukuna x AlphaGetou x AlphaNanami x AlphaToji x AlphaGojo

You release a deep sigh looking back up the steps. It wouldn’t hurt to peek in on Nanami. He truly deals with a lot of stress and as prime omega, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t lose his mind and go insane. While he was doing all the work, Gojo and Getou got to slack off and reap the benefits. The benefit is you. You were their luxury. You were their stress relief. The thing they crave.

Fucking dammit.

You should feel flattered, right?

You grab your dress as you walk up the steps, no longer following Getou’s scent. You will just check on Nanami… make sure he’s okay and not about to jump out the window or strangle the other alphas.

Soon you find yourself in front of Nanami’s door. An alpha’s den is just as important to them as an omega nest was to you. It wasn’t just a room. It was more than that. A safe space.

You raised your hand to knock gently on the door.

It didn’t take long for the alpha to answer. “Raven?” He raised a brow, looking behind you as if you couldn’t possibly come to visit him on your own accord. “What are you doing here?” He questioned finally resting his gaze upon you.

“I… just wanted to check on you.“

The blonde offered you a light smile, “I’m quite fine, thank you for being concerned.”

You tried to not look at his open chest, his white blouse slightly unbuttoned. He was in the process of changing clothes perhaps. Then you noticed something red on his skin.

“What’s that?” You questioned already in motion to move his shirt.

“Oh-“ Nanami began but halted as you shifted the fabric out of the way to reveal the deep bruise on his shoulder.

“Nanami what happened?” You questioned in shock.

The blonde chuckled lightly, “I am much too embarrassed to tell you, but I can reassure you I’m fine.” He touched your hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

You quickly shook your head, “Let me heal it for-“

You went to step into his room but Nanami growled at you making you squeak away.

“I-“

“Raven you should know better than to enter an alpha’s den without his consent.” Even though he growled at you, you could tell he was trying to be nice about it.

You immediately felt like shit, what were you thinking? That sort of thing was a well-known fact, how stupid of you! You dropped your head to show how sorry you were, “I’m so sorry Nanami.”

The blonde sighed deeply grabbing your chin, he lifted your head so you could meet his soft gaze, “Raven… I’m not upset with you. I know you meant well, but promise me you won’t do that again. Some alphas aren’t as forgiving.”

“I promise.” You told him firmly. You wanted him to know you wouldn’t allow such a thing to slip your mind.

“Good.” He nodded his head and then stepped back, “You may enter my room, Raven.”

[rinwritesfics]

Blind Date

Plot: Kenobi has set you and the Marshal Commander up on a blind date – but Cody doesn’t know it.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1101

Author’s Note: Happy Cody Day!

What was Obi Wan setting you up for?

Your friend had promised he had found someone who would he a good match for you, but you weren’t one for blind dates.

Although, come to think of it, if anyone were to set you on a blind date, you were glad it was a Jedi.

Now, the guy he said he had found for you was strong, smart, and fiercely loyal. You would know him by the long-healed scar down the left side of his face. You had a sneaky suspicion about the kind of person he chose, but you didn’t mind. The man probably also had tan skin and short dark curls. You wondered if he knew this was a blind date, too.

Probably not, knowing Kenobi.

You sat in the warm and welcoming caf and tea shop for a minute before the man walked in, the scar exactly as Kenobi had described. He was in nearly his full kit, yellow-orange highlights on it, with his bucket off and tucked under his arm. You stood up and tried to subtly wipe your hands on your pants to get rid of the light sweat on them, your stomach flip-flopping as his brown eyes settled on you. His brow furrowed slightly at first, then he made his way over.

He said your name quietly and you smiled a little, nodding.

“I take it you’re Cody, then. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. General Kenobi didn’t specify why I was to come here and meet up with you. Is something wrong?”

“I… I take it he didn’t give you any information at all, then.”

“The General told me what you look like and had his mischievous look – you know the one.”

“I do, yeah. I’ve known him long enough to know when he plans to meddle with something. I do worry you may not like the reason. He did tell me.”

“Couldn’t be worse than an undercover op going wrong.”

“Can I buy you a caf, first?”

He frowned, then nodded and told you what he wanted. You went to the counter as he sat at the table, then came back a couple minutes later with an order for yourself and his, handing it to him. You sat down across the small table from him, silently hoping he wasn’t going to be too upset. You knew you probably would be stressed if you didn’t know you were on a blind date.

“So, what did my General tell you? How bad is this that we have to meet up like this?”

“Well….” You chuckled softly, a little nervously. “It’s not that…. Our mutual friend sort of set us up on a blind date.”

Cody stopped, his eyes widening. “He what? You’re joking, right? You have to be joking.”

You stopped, no longer feeling like laughing and instead feeling like a melon baller had been taken to your heart. An embarrassed warmth filled your cheeks and you looked down. “I-I’m sorry. I understand, now. I’ll leave.”

Just as you started to get up, Cody’s hand touched your wrist. You looked at him in surprise.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come off so rudely.” He looked at you, eyebrows upturned and lips slightly parted. “I-I guess I’m just nervous, is all. I’ve never been on a proper date before and had I known, I would have brought you flowers.”

He paused, then continued. “Um… what is your favorite flower?” he asked softly.

You paused, then sat back down and his hand slowly retreated from your wrist. “Hm. That’s kind of hard. There are so many out there, but… maybe the Teddy Bear Sunflower?”

He raised his eyebrow and looked at you oddly and you realized he may not be familiar with any of the flora from your home planet.

“It’s just this vibrant and fluffy-looking large flower. Like a dahlia? Or am I confusing you more?”

He chuckled. “Maybe confusing me more, but that’s okay. This is actually kind of fun.”

You grinned. “Yeah?”

He grinned back, a soft look in his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Well, if this works out, I’m happy with any flower that doesn’t have a large stamen.”

He frowned, slight amusement in his expression. “Really? Why?”

“Less pollen.”

Cody chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Do you have a favorite flower?” you asked softly.

His brow furrowed. “Huh. I’ve never really thought about it before.”

“Well, you don’t have to answer now. I’m okay if you take your time to think about it.” You smiled softly and were rewarded with a smile from him, too.

“Now, why do I get the feeling you’ll have me stumped with each question you ask me?” He laughed.

“Because I may be full of questions you’ve never heard before, like what is your favorite food?”

He grinned. “That one’s easy. Anything that isn’t army rations.”

You laughed. “Alright, alright. How about favorite movie?”

“No, no, it’s my turn to ask a question.”

For the next hour, you two were laughing and chatting and you started to fall for this gorgeous man. The softness inside the protective shell he had to form to be the soldier he is today made you want to do anything for him. You found out his closest brother was Rex, which came to no surprise to you, and he found out you tended to stay up later than you should reading. You both decided to leave the caf and tea shop and go walking down the street for a bit longer. The mid-day sun shone down on you and it really highlighted the smile on his face.

As the date started to come to a close, you knew you didn’t want to let him go. And you hoped he felt the same way, and it was confirmed when he asked for your comm frequency first. Your heart fluttered. As you went to add his contact to your comm, he spoke up.

“Just Cody. You… you don’t have to use my rank.” He glanced away a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

Your smile grew. “I’ve had a wonderful time with you, Cody. And I really hope for more in the future, if it’s okay for me to say.”

He turned back to you and grinned. “Of course it’s okay. It’s a relief actually.”

“I’m glad.”

That night, you sent him a short message thanking him for everything and he messaged you back almost instantly, thanking you for a great first date. With him on your mind and a smile on your lips, you fell asleep.

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

[luv4divineruler]

hi may I request a Kit Walker X fem reader with 66 fluff? thank youuuu

absolutely ml!

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

prompts: fluff 66 (bolded)

contains: kit walker being a good sport, kit being too amazing, fluff

1964(pre-asylum kit)

The waitress hastily rid a table of its dishes and cleaned it, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend, kit walker to pick her up. today he was meeting her parents, and she was terrified. kit, on the other hand, wasnt nervous one bit. though in his defence, he was a natural charmer. relief washed over her when her boyfriend walked into the diner, a bell ringing to notify others of the presence of a potential customer. "kit!" y/n called, smiling, as she weaved through the tables and toward the man who just walked in. "hey suga', how are ya'?" he asked as he leaned down to kiss her cheek and slide an arm around her waist, his thick boston accent coating his words. "very stressed, you ready to go?" "yeah, come on."

y/n rang the doorbell to her parents house, clutching kits hand. a few moments passed before the door opened, revealing her dad, who smiled at the sight of his daughter. "y/n! hello, you must be kit!" he greeted warmly, extending his left hand to shake kits. kit smiled and said hello back as he shook y/ns father's hand. as the couple were ushered in, the smell of homemade food filled their nostrils. "smells good, right kit?" y/n giggled. he nodded back enthusiastically, grinning as he and y/n were led into the dining room by her dad.

"this food is amazing mrs l/n." kit said as he dabbed his napkin to the corner of his mouth. "so, kit. what do you do for a living?" y/ns mother asked, ignoring kits praise, her eyes narrowed in kits direction. kit gave an easy smile, "i work at a gas station ma'am.". mrs l/ns mouth set into a hard line. mr l/n seemed pleased enough. "i remember i used to work at a near by gas station when i was around your age, kit. i respect that." mr l/n chuckled, his reaction to kits job the opposite of his wifes.

the rest of the meal was accompanied by y/ns mother interrogating kit about his life, hobbies, friends, work ethic, plans for the future, etc. kit bore it with grace, never failing to smile or be less charming than usual. once kit and y/n had said their goodbyes to y/ns parents and got into the car, y/n let out a loud groan, "im so sorry my mom was being so rude, baby! ugh im so embarrassed!". kit shook his head, smiling "dont be sahhry' sweetharrht.”. as the car started, the girl buried her face in her hands, slightly mortified at her mothers actions. she had expected it though. “well at least my dad loves you,” y/n mumbled through her dainty hands. kit chuckled in response, agreeing with her. glad that kit was still seeing the bright side, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. kit glanced at her once before his gaze returned to the road, laughing, “im pretty sure your mom hates me,”. as y/n laughed back, all she could think about was how lucky she was to land a guy like him.

authors note: this isnt my best work sorry! lately i havent been writing anything of quality so requests will take a bit longer

taglist (dm or comment to be added):

[ameftowriter]

Clavell with the 3rd starter headcanons.

Here you go @zomandfriends , I may as well share it here.

Under the cut cause it's actually longer than I thought

Clavell with Quaxly:

Office is the neatest place in the academy.

Sometimes there's some wet patches around the office because of Quaxly using water gun to clean around.

Quaxly sees Clavell like a dad/mom.

Quaxly can and will climb on top of Clavell's head and watch him do his work.

Also at times try to fix his hair like it's own.

Quaxwell will copy his gentlemanly actions like bowing, putting its arms behind it's back etc... As it sees Clavell, especially in his Clive disguise as the epitome of style.

With Clive, it also does the hair thing.

Actually Clavell got the Clive hair from Quaxly trying out different hairstyles on his hair and wig for the disguise.

If he didn't have Quaxly, he still saw it move it's hair upwards like a pomp and stuck with it.

With Quaquaval though, sometimes it will dance to cheer him up, especially with stressful days.

Quaquaval will always look to see if Clavell's outfit is perfect and same with the hair.

It will adjust his outfit if it feels it's off even just slightly.

Misses the Clive disguise and would sometimes try to tell him to wear it again, much to Clavell's embarrassment.

Clavell would also embarrassingly learn some dance moves from Quaquaval and get better at it.

Whenever Clavell does a morning jog that Quaquaval joins in too to strengthen its legs.

Also Jojo posing cause why not.

Clavell with Fuecoco:

Fuecoco loves being around Clavell and would run around circling him.

Fuecoco sees Clavell like a dad/mom.

Would also enjoy just watching him work and not really understand, it's kinda empty in the head department there.

Would also bite a lot, mostly bite him and the desk. It came to a point where Clavell managed to train it to bite a specific part of the desk, after replacing about two desks.

People ask why is there a huge bite mark on one side of his desk and normally Fuecoco is there hanging on to it happily.

Fuecoco has unfortunately started a few unintentional small fires, quickly put out by one of his other Pokemon though. Fuecoco feels bad for it too.

Crocalor has mellowed out a bit, still bites the side of the desk sometimes. But most of the time it takes care of the fire egg on its head.

Clavell offers some soothing music to help which Crocalor tries to copy by singing, and failing, but it's getting better.

Skeledirge strangely has developed sort of like a parental desire to protect Clavell and his Pokemon.

Singing has greatly improved of course, and sadly doesn't bite the desk anymore but does look at it happily from time to time with its bird thing.

The bird also sits on the desk and sleeps there sometimes.

Skeledirge will also just come out of the ball and try to either sing or cuddle up with Clavell even during meetings etc.

Clavell with Sprigatito:

There is a special spot on his desk where the sunlight hits just right and Sprigatito sits there and sunbathes regularly, then moves on the windowsill, the floor, on Clavell at times. Sprigatito just sleeps there.

There's a tiny pool where it can sit and bathe itself at times.

Sprigatito sees Clavell like a dad/mom.

Typical cat stuff where it would knock over things just to get his attention.

It was quickly trained to stop as it can get very dangerous with the lab equipment around.

Also typical cat stuff where it would sit on his lap or on his laptop while he's working.

Floragato mostly doesn't do those anymore... Clavell kinda misses it...

And does yo-yo tricks to cheer him up and shows off how awesome it is.

But it's starting to develop a habit on pulling harmless pranks onto him. Sometimes getting more elaborate by the day. Clavell is both impressed and annoyed.

It has pulled pranks on other teachers...

Did it to Tyme once and never again...

Meowscarada's pranks are so elaborate that it looks more like a magic trick. Which it just does to impress Clavell and of course cheer him up on stressful days.

He does it to his guests and even during meetings when it's not needed.

Clavell has sort of appreciated those magic tricks and has trained Meowscarada to use the elaborate ones to get more sneaky with his opponents which shocks everyone and it doesn't seem like he would do. But he is quite a tricky trainer to face anyway.

Once Meowscarada is out on the field, it had already set up it's Flower Trick traps without anyone's notice, other than Clavell and can and will use it on you if you dare hurt his students and teachers.

[eventinelysplayground]

It Never Happened

Kinktober Day 21: Begging | Sensation Play

Pairing: Ieyasu x Female Reader

Ok I finally got around to re-reading and doing minor edits to this one just this morning. Originally it was going to be with Ranmaru but then that took a turn and went somewhere else so I ended up writing this one just before it was originally supposed to be posted and just didn't get back to it in time for it's actual day. I haven't finished Ieyasu's route yet but I think I have a good grasp on him anyways. I may or may not write a prequel fic for this just so that I can go into more detail about what happened in the timeframe leading up this fic. You wake up still in Ieyasu's arms and he goes about convincing you to agree that last night never happened. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1360.

You lay naked on the futon desperately trying to ignore the almost painful throbbing between your legs as Ieyasu’s hand lazily fondled your breast in his sleep.

He needs the rest, he needs the rest.

You keep repeating those words to yourself over and over again like a mantra but then Ieyasu shifted slightly, his erection pressing into your back and you let out a frustrated sigh.

No, no I can handle this. He's been through enough lately and really needs to sleep.

The past few weeks had been hard on Ieyasu. So much was happening, a lot of it affecting his fears and insecurities. You knew he had barely been sleeping, you had intended to talk to him about it last night but then everything went sideways and he ended up blowing up at you then breaking down in your arms.

‘Please don't leave me.’

‘I wasn't-’

The kiss that cut you off was desperate.

‘You had said you'd stay with me so please.'

He cupped your cheek with his hands.

‘I'll beg you if I have to, I'll beg you every day so just stay with me…please’

‘Ieyasu.’

He had continued to beg you to stay all night long. Somewhere along the way in between the kisses and his pleas he'd striped you naked and laid you on the futon. All he did though was kiss over your newly bared skin while continuing to beg you not to leave him.

Of course you had never intended to but the stress of everything combined with his lack of sleep and your attempted kidnapping had been too much for him and he could no longer control his fears. You had held him, reassured him as long as he needed and finally in the very early hours of the morning he fell asleep as he held you incredibly tight.

When you finally woke up it was late morning and Ieyasu still held you to him though at some point you had rolled over and now faced away from him. You had tried to get up but as soon as you moved his grip around you tightened so much it was hard to breath so you relented for your own good. You were enjoying it at first but then at some point his hold loosened slightly and his hand began to roam your body. That was over an hour ago now and between last night's kisses, this morning's caresses and Ieyasu's obvious desire pressed against you you were so desperate and needy it surprised even you.

Ieyasu shifted again and you closed your eyes while pressing your thighs together.

He needs the rest, he needs the he needs to stop moving!

Ieyasu's hand had moved and was now caressing over your other breast and you screamed internally.

Another half hour passed before Ieyasu finally began to wake.

“Mmmm, your skin's so soft.”

You craned your neck and tilted your head so you could see him.

“Good morning Ieyasu, how are you feeling after last night?”

“What are you-”

At first Ieyasu just looked confused but as the fog of sleep lifted the memories of last night obviously came back to him. He frowned and let out a grumble.

“Nothing happened last night.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said, nothing happened.”

Ieyasu finally released you and you turned around to face him properly as he began to sit up and now that you could see him better you noticed he was turning bright red.

“Ieyasu, are you embarrassed about last night?”

Ieyasu’s blushing only intensified and you couldn't help but giggle.

“You don't need to be embarrassed, I actually thought you were kind of cute. Being all needy and beg- whoa!”

Ieyasu had moved, grabbing onto your shoulder and pushing you down on your back while he straddled you.

“Just forget it, all of it.”

“But the cuteness!”

You were smiling up at Ieyasu making him frown even more than he already was. He stared at you for a moment before letting out a dejected sigh.

“You're not going to forget are you?”

You shook your head knowing that if you tried to speak you'd just laugh again. You had expected Ieyasu to pout more, but instead his mouth shifted into a sly grin and he swiftly removed his clothes.

“I guess I have no choice then.”

Ieyasu pushed a knee between your legs then grabbed one of your thighs spreading your legs open wider. He lined your hips together then leaned over you, the tip of his cock pressing against your throbbing clit as he whispered huskily against your lips.

“I'll just have to make you beg for me.”

Ieyasu's lips brush against yours before he gently nibbles at your lower one. You part your lips and his tongue slips into your mouth twining with yours and you let out a muffled moan. With your lips occupied Ieyasu began moving his hips letting his tip slide over your wet folds and become slick from your arousal.

You muffle his name against his lips and he pulls back letting you catch your breath. Instead of returning his lips to yours they make their way to your neck. Slowly his lips and tongue make their way down to your collarbone where they stop and suck hard on your skin while his cock slips between your folds and your body tenses from the pleasure.

“Ieyasu please.”

His lips release your tender skin and you feel him smile against you.

“Did you really think saying it only once would be enough?”

His lips and tongue move lower down your body to your breasts where he begins sucking on one of your hard nipples and you arch into him.

“Please.”

He doesn't respond to you, just swirls his tongue around your captured nipple. You try to move your hips hoping to get some relief for the aching throbbing of your pussy but his hand grabs onto your hip and holds you still making you whimper. Your skin feels like it's on fire from how much he's been teasing him and you want him so badly.

“Nngh please.”

He releases your nipple kissing across your chest to take the other one in his mouth. As he begins to suck on it your head falls back and you cry out.

“Oh God Ieyasu, please!”

His lips leave your breast while his hips still and you whine, vainly trying to move your hips again to get the sensation back.

“Did you say something?”

“Yes! Ieyasu Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, I want you.”

“You want me? Want me for what?”

You know he's just playing with you now but you're past the point of caring. You'll play his little game if it means you'll finally get some relief.

“Please Ieyasu I want, no I need you to make love to me. I'm begging you, please just take me already!”

You see desire consume Ieyasu's eyes and he easily slides his already slick cock into your aching pussy and you immediately begin to moan. Each time he thrusts into you he goes deeper inside you and it isn't long before you start to feel your walls clenching around his cock.

He brings his lips to yours kissing you roughly and muffling your moans. Soon he's deeper inside you then he's been before and it sends you over the edge. You grip at the futon as your back arches and you let out a cry of pleasure into your kiss.

“Mmmm!”

Ieyasu growls and begins thrusting faster, clearly chasing after his own release. You let go of the futon bringing your hands up to twine in his soft hair while you continue to moan from the overwhelming pleasure. Ieyasu's lips leave yours and he buries his face in your neck before you feel his cum filling you up inside.

The two of you lay there panting, trying to catch your breaths when he lifts his head to look at you.

“You were right, you know. You looked so cute and adorable as you begged me to- ”

“Alright, alright! You made your point none of this or last night ever happened.”

Ieyasu chuckled before he softly kissed your pouting lips.

“Good.”

Tag List: @nightghoul381, @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nani-nani-nani, @floydsteeth, @oda-princess

[tia-amorosa]

Keon & Javier (Part 4)

Later. While Keon was in bed, Javier lay on the self-made sofa in the living room and turned from side to side. But it wasn't the uncomfortable lying position that prevented him from falling asleep. He had to get up. The light was still on in the bedroom, but it was quiet, no nervous man tossing and turning. "I can smell you. What's up?".

Javier stopped outside the curtain. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to watch you”/ “Sure? Your scent tells me something different." Javier felt caught. After all, there lived an animal in Keon whose sense of smell is many times better than that of a normal human. “Now you’re stressed, relax, okay? Stressed prey only attracts him."

Javier took a few steps into the bedroom. “Sorry, I don't mean to irritate it” / “It only feels irritable when someone is stressed. Someone who is stressed is easy prey, there is no exception. So like I said, relax, okay? “/“that… It’s not that easy”/“yes, I notice that. Do you want to talk about it? “/ “haven’t you already analyzed everything through my scent?”

“I can't read everything from it, but I can read a lot. I just didn't think I could trigger certain...feelings in a male person..."/ "You trigger... nothing, I..."/ "Please... don't pretend unnecessarily, Javier. So, do you want to talk about it? So that I understand it, with us wolves there is no such thing, and the lower-ranking males were not allowed to approach a female" / "But you are no longer low-ranking, and... I am not a female"

Keon couldn't help but grin slightly. Indeed, there was no female standing in front of him, but a man, just like him. "You know what scares me a little right now?"/ "No, what?"/ "That what comes from you is quite… pleasant to me… It was like that earlier after dinner, when I had the same smell of you in my nose. And I know that smell from the others, but that usually meant, be careful, don't come any closer"…

"But I'm not one of the others… So you have nothing to fear from me." Keon smiled again. "I wouldn't fight you either, you're too weak and too unstable for that. But you still haven't answered my question…". Javier was a little embarrassed… "It's… I can't tell you exactly, I just know that a woman, however attractive and nice she may be, doesn't trigger anything in me. But when a man crosses my path… Is that different"/ "Does every man trigger that in you?"/ "No, not every man"…

Keon moved closer to the foot of the bed so that he was sitting close to Javier. And his gaze was hard to interpret, almost a little shy and considering, he looked up at him. "A suggestion… We'll share the bed tonight. In the pack, we always slept close to the others after the hunt. I know we haven't hunted, but maybe right now… The same wishes?"/ "because you can smell me well? hn". Javier grinned with just one corner of his mouth.

“That's not funny, Javier... There's more going on here than I could ever imagine. I just want you to lie down with me... You definitely don't leave the oven on at night, do you?"/ “no, out of caution, in case a spark breaks out”/ “and it’s definitely very cold here at night”/ “yes… by the water anyway”/ “so…?”/ “O.k., then you have to make room for me” .

Keon lay down a little on the other side, but only halfway, which almost made Javier grin a little. "The bed is so wide and you're not taking advantage of it…"/ "I just… Don't want to lie so far away from you". The smirk turned into a quiet smile. "And now, should I nuzzle your neck a little or how is it with you?"/ "When we're in a pack, we just warm up to each other and… It strengthens the bond between each other"

"And you didn't have any strange thoughts running through your head?" Javier ran his fingers through Keon's hair, starting at the roots and slowly combing it from front to back. "Not when we're lying next to each other, full of adrenaline and fully eaten as animals, nobody thinks about that."/"So you all just wanted to sleep… O.k… are you cold?"/"A little…".

Javier's whole body was tense as he slowly lay down with his back to him. At the moment, this was the only logical position for him to warm someone else. Almost simultaneously and naturally, Keon put his arms around him and pulled him close. Javier felt his breath on his shoulder. Keon inhaled deeply. "You smell like… earth, the sea… and the other thing I like about you right now." A low, almost affectionate, vibrating growl could be heard.

The tension in Javier's body eased after a few seconds. Keon's grip was firm, but he still gave him enough room to breathe. They lay like that for quite a while, cuddled up close to each other. Until Javier unexpectedly felt Keon's warm lips on his neck. He was overcome with goose bumps and his little hairs stood on end. "hn, if only I wasn't so tired already…"

“Then… What?”/ “Then I would fulfill more than one wish for you and myself. But this…was the biggest wish I had at the moment…your warmth." Javier held on to his arms. He enjoyed it and Keon noticed it because that pleasant smell came back to his nose. “Don’t… let’s sleep, I have to get my strength back first.”.... “mhm”.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

End of part four

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Bad timings ; Silvester Belt

You and Silvester are out together on a drive, until the car breaks down at a rather inconvenient time.

Warnings : None

Genre : Fluff

=================

You looked out the window as Silvester drove the car rather fast on the highway. You smiled as you took in the pretty sight of the view. You were almost in the middle of nowhere and the scenes were so pretty around you. Green grass, flowers, tall trees, some mountains in the distance. It was beautiful.

You sighed happily and looked down at the bluetooth radio and decided to connect your phone to it and put on some music. Silvester looked at you fidling with the cables. He smiled "Having trouble, Sweetheart?" He asked.

You laughed out of embarrassment a bit "Yeah. Kind of. Wait..." You looked at the cable and then at the radio and then realized "It's a Bluetooth radio god fuc-" You started but Silvester cleared his throat "ah, ah, ah" Silvester said and you sighed and started to connect your phone via Bluetooth.

You opened up spotify and put on some music. The song 'Something about you' by Eyedress and Dent May started playing and you smiled "This is such a great song." "Rude. Didn't even play my song" Silvester fake pouted and you hit him on the arm playfully "oh shut it you big baby. You can handle it"

Silvester pouted "I'm sorry babe" you said and hugged his arm soothingly. Suddenly the car made a weird sound and then a pop and it began to slow down "shit" Silvester said and quickly pulled over. Luckily he just got off the highway. Silvester sighed and stood up from the car. He felt a wet drop land on his nose as he got up from the car.

Silvester looked up and more drops fell down "Shit" Silvester said again and sat back down in the car "it's gonna rain right now when the tire went flat" Silvester sighed and closed the door as more drops fell down and soon began to rain. You looked around as the raindrops began to fall down quickly and loudly on the car, making a lot of noise. You have always loved the sound of rain.

You looked at Silvester who took out his phone to look at the weather for the next hours "It looks like it's gonna rain for 2 hours straight." Silvester said and crossed his arms "We can't fix the car in this weather" He added with a sigh. You saw how stressed he was so you took his hand in your own "Don't worry, babe. We'll be okay. We have all the time in the world, we don't have to hurry. Let's just wait until the rain stops and then fix the car" You reassured him and Silvester sighed and then looked at you. You were smiling at him softly, and it made him smile "Alright. We'll just wait. Thank you for always knowing how to cheer me up, my love" Silvester said and leaned in slightly.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. He smiled against your lips and kissed you back. You then tried to pull away after some time but Silvester put his hand on your cheek to keep the kiss going a bit longer until he finally let go "You taste so sweet my darling" Silvester said in a low voice, making you blush "Oh shut up" you said embarrassed. He chuckled and kissed you once more "Maybe these 2 hours won't be so bad" He said in a low whisper.

-Time skip-

You woke up to the sound of Silvester getting up from the car. You had apparently fallen asleep. You stretched your arms and Silvester opened the trunk "Love?" He asked and you looked back "hmm?" you hummed and Silvester smiled "I'll change the tire real quick and then we will start to head back home, yeah?" Silvester said and you nodded in response, sighing and leaning against the door.

After some time, Silvester came back and sat down "Alright" He said under his breath and started the car "Let's get going now, my love" Silvester said and started driving again. You smiled and played Silvester's song "Ar Dar Matai" and you both sang together happily.

===============