#it's a bit big for my wrists but i ain't complaining

[bumblingbee1]

Finally got my nonbinary wristband!!! 💛🤍💜🖤

[emmylksblog]

H.FORT BF HEADCANONS!

based on this request

a/n: extra long to feed you girlies cuz i ain't uploading any soon, writing just takes my whole day and not gonna lie drains all my energy :(

hope it doesn’t disappoint! stay safe yall 🫶🏻

⚽︎ bf! hector doesn't have time for long skincare routines between games and practices. His own routine was a quick rinse with water and a bar of soap. But watching you spend at least an hour every night made him memorize the process without even noticing.

Whenever you come home after a long day, completely exhausted, I imagine hector insisting on doing your skincare for you.

⚽︎ bf! hector would always be the big spoon. He took great pride in being protective of you, and cuddling was just an extension of that role. But on nights when he would feel particularly vulnerable, like after a brutal loss on the field, Hector would flip around and let you hold him instead.

⚽︎ bf! hector would never leave for training without giving you a goodbye kiss. Even if you're still asleep, he'll pause next to the bed, gently smooth your hair from your face and brush his lips against your forehead. It's a small gesture, but he knows he won't be able to see you until much later in the day.

⚽︎ bf! hector would be the type to keep a hair tie on his wrist at all times. You were infamous for forgetting to bring one with you whenever you left the house, and once your hair became a tangled mess, it would annoy you endlessly. To prevent any potential tantrums, Hector took it upon himself to always have a hair tie at the ready whenever you two were together.

And yes, it also had the added benefit of signaling to all the other women in the room that he was taken. He liked that even better.

⚽︎ bf! hector would love to brush your teeth together. He enjoyed starting and ending the day with you in that quiet, intimate moment. Sometimes he would even sulk a little if you did it without him.

"You started without me?" he would complain, pouting a bit as he picked up his own toothbrush.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would adore to spend time with your family. He especially would enjoy playing football with your siblings, as it would allow him to show off a little and get them excited about the sport. Your siblings would usually end up worshipping him within minutes of starting a game, especially when he'd let them score on him occasionally. He'd always make a point to ruffle their hair or give them an encouraging high-five afterward.

hector had never had siblings of his own, but that didn't stop him from instantly bonding with yours.

⚽︎ bf! hector who seems unable to keep his hands off you when he's driving. He always has his arm around your shoulders or is holding your hand. Sometimes he even caresses your thighs while he's driving. He simply can't go for too long without touching you. It's like a need for him to feel your skin against his and know you're close.

⚽︎ bf! hector who pretends to be cool and collected when you attend his games, but deep down, he's absolutely thrilled to have your support. He puts on a poker face, trying to maintain his tough-guy image, but in reality, he loves it when you cheer him on.

His favorite part is when you wear his jersey. Seeing you in his colors, proudly showing everyone that you're his biggest supporter.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would always look out for you, especially when you're wearing high heels. Once your feet start screaming in pain, he'll immediately notice and sweep you into his strong arms.

"I can't have my girlfriend suffering on my watch,"

⚽︎ bf! hector would be your biggest supporter in your career endeavors. He would encourage you to go after whatever goals you had and would do his best to help support you in any way he could.

After long study sessions, he'd insist on giving you massages to work out the aches and knots that had formed in your back.

⚽︎ bf! hector who is a fiercely independent person, not one to rely on others for much. But with you, he would allow himself to be vulnerable.

He would love it when you pampered him, especially when it came to his hair and face. Only you had the privilege of touching his skin so intimately. Whenever you'd stroke his cheek or run your fingers through his hair, he'd lean into it, his eyes fluttering closed. He knew he could relax and let you take care of him.

⚽︎ bf! hector who is a disaster in the kitchen (pls that man can't cook to save his life, if you have seen the video of him and cubarsi you will agree with me). Even boiling water was a challenge for him. But when you got sick, he wanted to take care of you, even if he didn't know how.

He called his mom for help, determined to prepare something nourishing and healing for you. Unfortunately, his culinary skills proved to be woefully lacking, and his attempt at the dish was more "creative adaptation" than actual recipe. It didn't taste great, but the gesture was heartfelt, and you appreciated his effort.

⚽︎ bf! hector who has a weakness for your collarbone. Every time he kissed it, you'd let out a little giggle or squeak, and it was music to his ears. He relished the fact that he could make you laugh with just a simple action.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would have unwavering trust in you. He would value your opinion above anyone else's and take your advice to heart, believing that your wisdom was unmatched.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would make sure to hold your hand, as if afraid that you might slip away from him in the crowd.

Whether you were attending a fancy gala or grabbing coffee at a local café, it was always the same - his larger hand would instinctively reach out for yours, lacing your fingers together tightly. He took comfort in the warmth of your touch, and the knowledge that you were right there beside him.

⚽︎ bf! hector would gladly tag along when you hit the gym on his days off. His true motivator for agreeing to go was definitely to watch you work out, admiring the way your body moved and how you pushed yourself to your limits.

However, he would always throw in a few exercises for himself as well. After all, he couldn't let you have all the fun, could he? And who knows, the extra cardio might just come in handy later...

⚽︎ bf! hector who is a playful partner (i know he is and you can't tell me otherwise), and one of his favorite ways of messing with you was biting you to get your attention. He would nibble on your earlobe or your neck, just hard enough to get a reaction.

But oh, the tease didn't stop there. Once he had your attention, he'd act completely nonchalant, like he hadn't just been biting you for cuddles. He'd lean back with a smug grin on his face, feigning ignorance about what had just happened.

⚽︎ bf! hector who can't resist pampering you, especially when it comes to your nails. Every time you'd get a manicure, he'd insist on paying for it, claiming it was an investment in his own comfort.

He absolutely loved the feeling of your manicured nails scratching gently against his scalp, massaging his head and sending tingles down his spine.

⚽︎ bf! hector who is a waist boy through and through. Once he had his hands on your waist, he rarely let go.

⚽︎ bf! hector who adores your hair. He would love the way it looked, whether it was flowing freely down your back or pulled up in a neat bun.

He would often find excuses to reach out and touch it, running his fingers through the strands or absentmindedly twirling a lock around his finger. He would bury his face in your hair when he hugged you, inhaling your scent and letting the silky smoothness of your locks caress his skin.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would turn to his mother when he found himself in hot water with you. Whenever you two had a disagreement or you were upset with him, he would seek the counsel of his mom.

In the end, his mother would always encourage him to swallow his pride and apologize to you, no matter who had started the argument.

⚽︎ bf! hector can't stand being on your bad side. He hated feeling disconnected from you, and the idea of you giving him the silent treatment was torturous.

He would do just about anything to get you speaking to him again, even if it meant being the one to cave and apologize first. He missed the sound of your voice, and he'd do anything to hear it again.

⚽︎ bf! hector who can't help but gush about you in front of his friends and teammates.

"Man, do you ever shut up about her?" Marc would tease him, pretending to be annoyed. "We get it, She's great."

But no matter how much he teased Hector, it wouldn't stop the smitten footballer from talking about you.

⚽︎ bf! hector who loves imitating you, often teasingly mimicking your mannerisms and expressions just to get a rise out of you.

You'd respond with a swift punch to his arm, trying to hide your embarrassment as he chuckled at your reaction. Despite the mock annoyance, deep down, you couldn't help but be endeared by his antics.

⚽︎ bf! hector who exudes a natural air of dominance, but is always willing to let you take the lead when the mood strikes you.

⚽︎ bf! hector who is a passionate fan of Anuel, and typically had no tolerance for those who weren't. But you were the exception.

He tried to convert you many times, but your music taste leaned more towards pop and r&b. Despite his best efforts, you just couldn't get into Anuel's music.

Hector might grumble and complain about your apparent lack of culture, but deep down, he forgave you for it. After all, he loved you more than his favorite artist.

(i think this is just a reflection of how i think, but as a spanish i don't like anuel lmao)

⚽︎ bf! hector who loves seeing your face whenever he pulls out his phone. He had a picture of you set as his wallpaper, and he also had your baby photo in his phonecase.

(idk if that’s weird but couples do it where i live)

⚽︎ bf! hector who loves seeing you in his hoodies. There was something about your petite frame engulfed in his oversized clothing that made him feel extra protective of you.

⚽︎ bf! hector who would consider you his life partner. He sees you as his other half, the person who completes him in every way. He trusts you implicitly and can't imagine facing the world without you by his side.

[adaptacy]

Hiii! I dunno if I can request here I’m kinda new to tumblr ✨ but I’d really love a Johnny x reader thing with the reader being way smaller than him n chubby (I’m talkin like 5’3) and maybe the reader being a little insecure about it because y’know he’s fit and tall. And him being completely bewildered by it because he doesn’t really get why she’s insecure about those things. BECAUSE he finds those things really attractive- y’know??? It’s a big “sorry I know I’m not the skinniest..” “what” like just complete confusion 😭😭

fluff definitely! Maybe some nsfw as well if you are comfy with it? 🥺

yas! girlie me 2 i am v similarly built - no nsfw cause i did not have much steam when writing this but its a really cute concept so i wanted to write something for it :)

Johnny Slaughter x Chubby!Reader

Your fingers picked at the strands of his hair as his head rested on your chest, both of you idly watching a movie on a boxy television. Growing bored with the film, Johnny turned his head and kissed your sternum. Not thinking much of the action, you remained idly focused on the television, which Johnny didn't quite appreciate. His fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt and snuck it upwards until it revealed your stomach and rested underneath your bra, and you frowned, crossing your hands over your stomach.

"Johnny, quit it. What?" You pouted, trying to pull your shirt back down, but Johnny was holding it in place.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, looking more confused than upset.

"Do what?"

"That- the crossin' yer arms over your stomach, you always complain when I kiss it. What's that about?"

You shrugged, blushing slightly. "I dunno. Just... Sorry, I'm just kinda uncomfy with it, I guess," you replied, looking away.

He released your shirt, grabbing your chin instead and making you look at him. "Okay, but why?"

"Cause, it makes me feel weird."

"Weird how?"

"Bad weird."

"You feel bad weird when I kiss your stomach?" He clarified, and you gave a small nod. "Why?"

"Cause I.. I don't know, I feel sorta bad. Like... I- I don't know, Johnny."

"Sure you do. Yer just holdin' back. Talk to me, sweetpea."

You frowned again, letting out a quiet sigh. "Because it draws attention to my chubbiness. And it's embarrassing."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, like, 'cause I don't like the way it looks. It's stupid, I know, but it makes me feel bad. Like, insecure."

"About what?"

"My stomach. I just told you that." Your eyes narrowed, and he looked around, appearing confused.

"What's there to be insecure about?"

"It's not flat. Like- like yours."

"Of course it ain't. You're not me. Why would it be?"

"Like a lotta girls have. I feel like you deserve something better, I guess. Someone prettier, more fit," you murmur, your blush growing more intense as you stated your confession.

"I don't want someone 'more fit'. I want you," he responded, forcing your hands away from your stomach, pinning your wrists to your sides. "Yer perfect for me, darlin'. Got more to bite," he snickered, running his teeth along your skin before gently biting your insecurity, making you wince.

Somehow, the sentiment made your frown lessen, but you still mumbled a complaint. "Still, it's just.."

"What now?" He looked up at you, his voice muffled due to the skin between his teeth.

"Don't you ever want someone more... you? Taller,-"

"Darlin', you're perfect. I ain't just sayin' that. Yer easy to carry, you look amazin' underneath me, and you don't stand a chance against me. What more could a humble cowboy want?" He chuckled, and you cracked a smile, rolling your eyes. "What? Ain't believe me?"

"Not really, but-" You paused as he looked up and glared at you, his eyes narrow, convincing you to give it up. He then gently bit on your skin again, and squeezed at your stomach with his palm, humming against your belly. "Johnny, it's fine, I believe-"

For the third time, you were cut off as Johnny leaned towards you and captured your lips, forcing you into silence so you couldn't complain. He broke the kiss, keeping his mouth only an inch from yours as he spoke. "You're fine, sweetpea. Don't need someone taller, or more fit. You fit me. The more of you there is, the merrier, darlin'. Don't go doubtin' that," he explained, and you couldn't keep yourself from smiling.

"Fine," you sighed, willing to accept defeat if he was going to be so convincing. He chuckled and kissed you again, one hand still on your stomach as he did so, playfully squeezing.

[yakuzacanons]

I don't know if you're into soulmate AUs but I'm a big sucker for them, they make my brain go brrr sooo, can I request some general headcanons of the boys with a soulmate? Like, how they find their soulmate, how they feel about sharing such a strong connection with someone etc? Can be any soulmate trope you thing suits them best, I ain't picky. (Like, name on wrist, first words they say to each other etc.) :3

Anon this is such a big brain idea, I also go brrrrrrrr. Also I wanna say some of the boys will have different tropes than others, a few might be similar but it's gonna be a mixed bag. I'm also operating under the assumption that everyone in this AU knows and/or is fine with the whole soultmate thing as I imagine it would be kind of ingrained in the culture if that makes sense. So this has more or less ended up as how they find their soulmate/how they react to finding them. I hope that works. Otherwise, headcanons below the cut as always. Had a lotta fun with this one!

Kazuma Kiryu: Matching Scars

Honestly, Kiryu probably has a multitude of scars from...all the stuff he's been through. However, there's one he has on his wrist that he's had basically his whole life. He doesn't really give it much thought until you point it out and say "Hey, that looks just like mine!" before you both realize what it means and the two of you look at each other say at the same time "...OH!" while pointing at each other, like the Spider-Man meme.

Majima Goro: Holding Hands

This is especially wacky because Majima knows how the soulmate thing works but does NOT know that it has to be bare skin to bare skin contact. Basically, his stupid ass is running around the entire time with gloves on, thus getting in the way of him actually finding his soulmate. He'll probably complain about it casually to you one day, to which you look at him rather dumbfounded and say "You know it only works if you take those gloves off, right?" to which he says "Ehh?! Whatcha talkin' about?!". He'll then immediately take off his gloves and hold his hand up to yours to test it out only to realize immediately that you are in fact right. He will then become extremely excited, probably babbling nonsense half of the time and hugging you gleefully.

Saejima Taiga: Name On Wrist

Probably the most neutral about the soulmate thing out of all the boys, not because he doesn't believe in it but because he's never really had time for romance. He's more on the shy side so he won't go pestering everyone he meets that potentially matches the name. You'll probably mention it FIRST and casually mention his name by saying "Mine says 'Saejima Taiga'... never met anyone with a name like that though." to which he will just stare blankly at you, mouth open in shock. Eventually, he'll muster up the courage to respond with "Well, ya won't believe what my name is." while chuckling.

Akiyama Shun: Red String Of Fate

Total romantic sap and loves the whole soulmate thing. Spends a bit more time than he'd admit pining about who his soulmate might be. In his AU, soulmates are found by the red string of fate, a popular tale about being connected to your soulmate by an invisible red string. However, in this AU, your soulmate can actually see your red string if you get into close proximity with them. Akiyama isn't shy so the second he sees the string pop up and can see it's connected to you, he'll run up to you and introduce himself. Think very "Call Me Maybe" type of meet-cute.

Tanimura Masayoshi: Hot And Cold

Similar to the red string of fate, except that this time it is measured by tempurature. Tanimura can tell how far or close he is to you based on how hot or cold he feels, cold being far away and hot being nearby. It's a struggle for him since whenever he does feel warm, he can't always pursue the lead due to being busy with his job. Most likely, he'll accidentally bump into you in the street and suddenly feel incredibly warm and cozy, to which he'll quickly turn around to speak to you, saying something like "Did you feel that just now?".

Ryuji Goda: Revealed In Dreams

Honestly doesn't give a hoot about the soulmate thing. To him, romance will happen whenever it happens. A lot of other people his age when hew as younger started having dreams that revealed hints about their soulmate but Ryuji is a late bloomer, so the whole soulmate thing got pushed further and further into the back of his mind. He'll wake up in a cold sweat one night after finally having the dream, the details of your face burned into his mind. Unlike some of the other boys, he likely already knows you, probably as a childhood friend, and he'll definitely have a moment of "The whole time... they was right in fronta me?!".

Nishikiyama Akira: Matching Birthmarks

Similar to Kiryu's concept, except this appears more like a mole than a scar. They are rather small so it's not something you'd notice as obviously as the scar concept for Kiryu. They also have to line up completely perfectly so Nishiki is prone to meeting people that he thinks might be his soulmate and get excited only to realize they're not. When he does meet his soulmate, his mark will disappear and he'll get rather frantic wondering who out of all the people he met recently was in fact the one that caused this. At some point, he'll mention it by saying "The weirdest thing happened the other night, my mark just disappeared on its own." and you'll respond with "Hey, mine too, that's weird." before the truth finally hits you both. Truthfully, he and Kiryu are both a little dense like that sometimes. Nishiki will be so happy to know you, he might cry a little out of happiness.

Daigo Dojima: First Words

Unlike the other concepts, in this AU people won't know ahead of time what will confirm who their soulmate is. It's something that happens in the moment, a sudden realization. That honestly makes Daigo kind of nervous, since his life has to be carefully calculated given his line of work. The words itself don't have to have particular meaning either, which only makes it more complicated. The second you speak to him for the first time, he feels chills down his spine. He'll ask you to repeat yourself, eyes wide with nervousness, the both of you completely shocked that by some chance, some divine intervention, the two of you ended up in the same room.

Mine Yoshitaka: Dreams Of A Past Life

Believes in making his own destiny which only makes meeting his soulmate feel more impactful, somehow. Mine is so used to going against the tide that meeting you just kind of brings him to his knees. He'll see flashes of the two of you in your past life in his dreams but he won't go out of his way to really dedicate much of it to memory. The first time he meets you, he'll think you look familiar but can't really pinpoint why and he'll dismiss it. The more the feeling nags at him, the more he starts to think maybe there's something more to this. It's only when he asks if you recognize him too that it finally clicks and he understands this is where he's meant to be.

[mammonprotectionsquad]

mysme is cool and all BUT IMAGINE a scenario where Tsundere Mammon™ subtly hints for mc to shower him with kisses 🙏

Smart move. Reeeeal smart move to yeet my out of my MysMe writing bubble by requesting something adorable as that for my favorite man xD

Ngl, I'm still a bit insecure about this, but I still hope you enjoy this, dear anon 💕

And I went with a headcanon like approach, because that was somehow less scary for me 😂

Also I'd like to thank my little sis @purple-trash-talks for encouraging me to actually post this 💖

Mammon hinting at wanting kisses

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Mammon to burst into your room. At the very least it happened once a day.

And while it also wasn't uncommon to sometimes see him with some kind of injuries, it didn't make you worry less whenever that happened.

So when he once again threw your door open with so much force that it crashed loudly into the wall, you were just about to complain to him for nearly giving you a heart attack. But the second your eyes landed on him, you fell completely silent.

"Yo, MC! What are ya doin' hanging around like that here? I thought we wanted to-", Mammon cut himself off when you were suddenly standing in front of him and you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"W-what do you think you're doin' there, huh?", he spluttered, face going red and he grabbed your wrists. Though he didn't try to push you away just yet.

"What happened?", you murmured, instead of answering his question. Your eyes full of concern as you brushed your thumb delicately over the skin just under the small cut on his cheekbone.

"Ah, nothin' worth mentioning. A lil cut like that ain't gonna make me cry or something like that. After all I'm THE great Mammon!"

"You sure it doesn't hurt? I could kiss it better~", you hummed.

It was impossible not to chuckle at the way his brain visibly shut down and his cheeks turned an even brighter red. Even behind his sunglasses you were able to see just how big and round his eyes had gotten.

"But when you say it doesn't hurt, I guess there's no reason for a kiss."

You dropped your hands again and had just turned around to sit back down on your bed, when a hand landed on your shoulder to make you stop.

"No, wait! Actually it uh... It does still hurt a bit, ya know?"

Biting your lower lip, in order to keep yourself from grinning, you turned back around to look at him. "Oh? So you do want me to kiss it better?"

Mammon only nodded and already leaned forward a bit, with his head tilted to the side for, what you assumed, easier access to his cheek.

And who were you to deny him when he was actually being pretty adorable about it? So you brushed your lips over the small cut, planting a feather light kiss to it.

When you pulled back, the demon looked like he was contemplating something, his lower lip slightly pushed out.

"Ya know... It also kinda hurts here", he eventually muttered and pointed at his jaw. "M-maybe you kissin' it will make it hurt less?"

He avoided your gaze when he said that and at first you didn't think much of it. After all, getting a punch to the face could indeed injure you in more than just one spot. Without any hesitation you leaned back in to press another gentle kiss to his jawline.

"And here as well..."

When he pointed at his other cheek, you slowly began to catch up on what he was trying to achieve.

And even though you would've never said no to him asking for kisses, you knew he struggled with voicing those wishes. Which was why you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Resting your hands on his shoulders, you started by pecking the indicated spot first. Followed by one right under his eye. Another to the tip of his nose. Then his temple and his forehead. Taking your sweet time to move to the next spot.

It didn't take long until you felt him melt into your affection, with his arms encircling your waist to keep you nice and close.

"You could've just said, if you wanted me to shower your face in kisses, you know?", you snickered, before you pressed another kiss right below his ear. Causing him to squirm ever so slightly.

"Tsk. As if I'd want a human to do that...", he grumbled, still leaning further into you at the same time.

"Guess I'll stop, then. Maybe-"

"No!", he was quick to interrupt you, his grip on you tightening and you just couldn't help but chuckle quietly at his quick change of behavior.

"I-I guess it's somethin' else, because you're my human, ya know? But don't ya dare go around doin' that with the others! Those kisses are only for me! Got it?"

"Got it." You were still snickering when you two waddled over to the bed and flopped down on it. His grip on you never loosening for even a second.

So with you two all cuddled up like that, it actually made it easier for you to continue to shower his face in small, affectionate kisses. And you could've sworn you even heard him purr quietly, at some point.

Masterlist

[vyglitchcraft]

Fem!Cavalier Gantz x @tinyslasher 's Dante- Brandy And Chains

A/N: this is the first time I'm writing angst so...Sorry if it ain't good and I'm kinda winging the dialogue also drink responsibly

Song Inspiration: N/A

Warning: Smut, Slight Angst, Alcohol, Bondage, Choking, Degrading, Doggy Style, Pet Play, Anal, Brief Mentions of Suicide/Suicidal Tendencies

Word Count: 1.5K

Friday 18:30, XX-XX-XXXX

Gantz looked at their phone, slowly breathing in and out. The night was colder than normal so they walked faster to the hotel where a large neon sign has "Albright Hotel" written in large cursive.

"alright room 1995" they walked behind the building, using the back entrance as to not be seen. They quickly climbed up the stairs reaching the designated room, they knocked and waited for an answer "Hello? Rigs?"

He opened the door and pushed them in, they followed Dante to the living room, sitting down beside him as he pours two cups of brandy for both of them.

"let's just get this started" Dante stood up and grabs his chains "wait why don't we just talk or something, you paid for all of this and it'll be a shame if we just bang don't you think?" Dante sighed and sat back down.

"fine, what do you want to talk about?" Gantz shrugged and turned away from Dante to down the brandy before turning back with an empty glass "like i know, life i guess? Just drink and see where it goes from there" they poured another glass and did the same "do you want me to grab a straw or something so you don't have to do that?" Dante pointed at the glass then at Gantz's mask.

"why don't you just take that thing off?"

"....I guess it's ok...No there's no cameras or anything, aight I'll take it off" they put their finger behind the mask and took it off before shaking their head to fix their hair.

"well i guess Kay wasn't lying when she said you were good looking"

Gantz smirked and combed their hair back "thanks i guess" both of them clinked their glass and drinking the alcohol like it was the last day of their life.

"have i no- GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!" Gantz was getting tipsy but the effects on them was lethal, they moved back away from Dante before shaking their head "i am so so sorry about that, i- it's just- you remind me of someone i lost" they pinch the bridge of their nose and rubbed their eyes before looking down at the table, can't look at his face "let's just continue drinking, i bet you'll forget it in no time" Gantz looked away and looked back, muttering a "yea"

"huh you're pretty handsome you know? Not my type but i can't deny that" they wrapped their arms around his neck but they started to trail off and stared at Dante with a blank face "Si-Simon? Nononono! I'm sorry I'm sorry, you should've lived not me! I should've die! Forgive me please!" they started to tear up, they hid their face behind their hands.

"GANTZ SNAP OUT OF IT!" they looked at him now starting to cry but their face stayed blank, he shook them. They spaced back in and stood up, walking to the front door "i-i need to take a break or something, i should go" they turned their back to him, rubbing their face.

"i get it, but stay here a bit longer, you wanted this right?"

"how do you understand? We just met this week i don't know anything about you, you could probably be manipulative and i wouldn't know" they muttered under their breath, Dante sighed.

"i don't usually tell this to anyone but my sister, she also died i don't know how your friend died but we both lost a loved one, i sometimes still feel like i could've saved her but it's in the past and we can't change it" he turned them to him "let's just start what were here for, i just want to end this night" he sighed, rubbing their shoulder "are you sure you want me to do that? We'll start slowly if you do" they nodded.

They sat on his lap, both resting on the couch. He looked at them making sure they want this and they nodded back.

He took off Gantz's shirt and jacket off, leaving them bare in front of him "you're gorgeous you know?" He ran his fingers on their side and stopping at the bottom of their breasts.

He grabbed the bottle of brandy, pouring some on their collar bone and letting it drip between their chest, he licked the brandy off, making sure to do it slowly as to not hurt them by accidentally pressing the bruises on their skin.

They whimpered at the feeling and pressing their hand on their mouth "hey don't worry, no one can hear us" he grabbed their wrist and putting it on their side. After the alcohol was cleaned off he took off his shirt "are you ready? Are you sure? I won't be gentle"

"go ahead" their voice barely a whisper. He picked them off his lap and pressing them down on the coffee table "spread your legs for me, bunny" they obliged at his order, "good little pet" he muttered.

He pressed in two of his fingers in them "fuck, you're dripping wet for me bunny" they quietly whimpered "all for you master" their face clearly flustered. He moved his fingers in and out of them.

"You look like a whore right now but it's alright, I'm into it" he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his chains, tying it around their neck like a leash and their hands back, he crouched down spreading their lower lips with his thumb, he licked the opening and sucking on their clit "don't you dare cum without my order got it slut?"

"of course master" he pressed his tongue inside, licking the walls and letting their juices drop on the floor. They softly moaned "ah so amazing" he pulled on the chain, slightly chocking them "don't talk unless i told you too" they simply nodded.

"good job bunny, i love an obedient pet" he stood up, tracing his hand on their ass. He grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it on them and some on his hand, he unzipped his pants and spreads it on his cock.

"have you ever done this before?" they shook their head. He rubbed in the lube to their back door, slowly sliding in his middle finger "you're doing good" he muttered. They gave a quiet moan at the new feeling and slowly starts to enjoy it, he pulled it out with with a pop, he lined his cock at their back opening and slowly pushed in, they bit their lip "too big for you? Don't worry you'll get used to it" he grabbed the chain around their neck, chocking them. He moved with a fast rhythm making them loudly moan "yea good, moan for me you little slut, cmon tell me how it feels to be fucked with your masters cock?"

"i-uh god, it-it's amazing, i can't think straight oh god" he pressed their back against his chest "don't cum got it?" his voice was low, whispering that in their ear, they nodded.

He pulled out and dropped Gantz on the table, his cum flowing down from their ass to their thighs. "did you really think we were done?" he placed the on the couch, their legs spread open just for him.

"good little bunny, all wet just for me, do you want me breed you? Fill you up like a little cum dumpster? Or mark me as my own" they quickly nodded, drooling at that thought "well, beg for it" his voice making them weak as he pulls on the chain, chocking them.

"please fill me up, breed me, just do it, mark me as your own, just for tonight, I've been good right?" he tilted his head and thought of it "not enough bunny" they clearly getting mad whimpered "just breed me master, I've been good this night, so please mark me as yours just for today"

"are you sure you've been good? Remember the first time we met? I had to spend the whole day with a hard on but, you haven't complained and your begging seems genuine so, I'll give it to you" he quickly sheathed himself inside of them, moving in a fast and rough pace.

Gantz's head rolled tilted back and their eyes rolled back into their head, muttering nonsense. His cock was able to reach all their g-spots and even touching their womb.

He grabbed a nearby bottle and took a big gulp before slamming his lips against theirs. Both of their tongue intertwined as the brandy dripped down on and landing on them. They both swallowed the burning liquid and separated the kiss, "you're so good for me, good bunny" he kissed their neck, leaving dozens of marks.

His pace was getting messy but rougher and faster, he groaned and and grunted "cum for me got it?" he holds them in an embrace as he released inside of them and both riding their ecstasy.

"Gantz? GANTZ? WAKE UP!" he pulled out and untied them making sure to shook them, grabbing their shoulders.

they slowly opened their eyes, seeing Dante a bit worried "i-i'm sorry i pass out easily, especially if someone did that to me" they gave him a smile.

He picked them up and carried them "we should clean up" and they nodded, snuggling against his chest "thank you Rigs, and thanks for the talk" their voice slowly fades into mumblings as they started to get drowsy "keep that till next morning, bunny, we got to take care of the mess first" Gantz chuckled, "yeah we really should"

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Summary: A softer re-imagining of the morning after the forest fire. "Pulling back, I take him all in - His hair fanned out against the pillow, and a raw, dazed expression gracing his face (All traces of his usual smugness, thankfully, removed). Before he quickly snaps back into himself - Grimacing up at me, and turning his face to hide it in the pillow. The tips of his ears colouring slightly, as he does so, clearly embarrassed (I wonder if he can blush properly. He hasn’t yet, I don’t think, but maybe I just need to try harder. It would definitely be worth the effort)."

Tags: Fluff, Dramatic Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Pitch, Morning Kisses, Morning Cuddles

Words: 2,476

Simon

Baz has barely a second to properly open his eyes, before I jump him again - Pressing him down into the mattress, and littering his face in kisses (I’ve been awake for at least an hour just waiting for him to wake up, and I’m not known to be the most patient person, so I don't want to waste a second). 

Pushing his palms against my chest, he rolls me away onto my back besides him, with a groan. 

“Snow. You need to brush your teeth,” he complains. 

But I’m so distracted by the lushness of his voice, still deepened with sleep, that I miss most of what he’s trying to say (It isn’t my fault, though. He sounds fit. Super fucking fit). I do, however, catch that he’s gone back to calling me Snow, which is annoying. I wish he’d just call me Simon.  He did last night. 

“What?” I ask, dumbly. 

“You need to brush your teeth.” 

“Nu uh,” I argue, propping myself up on my elbows and smiling down at him. “You’re not the Queen of bloody England, Baz. You can handle morning breath.” 

“I absolutely can not.” 

I roll my eyes. Dramatic bastard. 

“Just spell them then, fusspot.” 

“God, please don’t tell me that you just spell your teeth,” he moans. “I remember your ‘Clean as a Whistle’ showering phase in Fourth year, you know? I won’t tolerate a repeat of that just because we snogged.” 

“Just because we’re snogging,” I correct. “Present tense.”

He arches an elegant brow up at me, but he doesn’t argue - Which is good. We’re definitely still snogging. Whether he wants to admit it, or not. 

“I don’t spell my teeth, you dick!” 

“Fine. Then go and brush them.” 

Pouting, I grab a hold of his wrist and squeeze. His skin cool against mine - Although, definitely warmer than it was last night (I must’ve warmed him up with all the cuddling - He slept in my arms last night. It was proper ridiculous). 

“No, Baz,” I whine, shifting and straddling his lap.“I wanna’ stay here with you. So just … spell them, or suck it up.” 

Scoffing, he reaches over and grabs his wand from his bedside table - Apparently unwilling to argue it any further. 

“Fine, you mule. Smile.” 

Pleased, I obey - Flashing him my widest photograph smile, as he rests his wand against my front teeth (There’s a slight gap between them, but he doesn’t say anything about it). 

“Minty Fresh.” 

“There we go,” I say, smiling down at him properly now. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

“Well ... you say that, but it clearly goes beyond your level of capability. So, I’d argue that it’s hard enough.” 

While his words are as sharp as ever, I can tell that he doesn’t really mean them. There’s no malice in his voice, just light amusement. It’s teasing, not taunting. And I like it. I like this. A softer Baz. A sweeter Baz. 

“Whatever,” I groan, leaning down towards him, so that our faces are mere centimetres apart. “Can I kiss you now?” 

“If you must,” he breezes, nonchalantly (Although his voice wobbles slightly - Giving him away. He wants this just as much as me, I know).

And so I do, reaching down and pressing our lips together without further discussion. Baz falling soft and pliant, as he sighs contentedly. My chest constricting at the feel of him - All safe, and warm, and happy, with me. 

And it’s all so much slower this time - Languid and unhurried where it was clashing and desperate (Last night was a bit of a fever dream) - but it’s no less good. In fact, it’s better like this. In the still daylight of morning, it all feels far more real. Far less fragile. And it’s driving me barmy - My heart swelling and racing, eagerly, with every move against him. 

Shit. Maybe I am Gay? I probably wouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, if I wasn’t, right? I mean, I know some straight people, like, ‘experiment’ with stuff like this, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what I’m doing. Last night I kissed him ‘cause I wanted to, not for … science, or some shit. I just … wanted it. I still want it. So that must make me … Something? 

But as I start to question myself - What all of … this makes me - My throat fills with that typical stressed tightness, and I decide to stop thinking about it (For now, anyway). There’s much better things to focus on, at the moment. Like Baz. And breakfast (I hope we’re having breakfast. Sometimes he skips it at Watford, but that’s probably ‘cause of the fang thing. Hopefully he won’t today). 

Pulling back, I take him all in - His hair fanned out against the pillow, and a raw, dazed expression gracing his face (All traces of his usual smugness, thankfully, removed). Before he quickly snaps back into himself - Grimacing up at me, and turning his face to hide it in the pillow. The tips of his ears colouring slightly, as he does so, clearly embarrassed (I wonder if he can blush properly. He hasn’t yet, I don’t think, but maybe I just need to try harder. It would definitely be worth the effort). 

“Take a picture, Snow. It’ll last longer,” he drones, his voice filled with, what I now suspect, is faux confidence. 

And, even though he clearly doesn’t mean it, I really think that I might. He’s so beautiful. 

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We’ve stopped kissing now; opting, instead, to lie together, quietly. Snuggled up together under the warmth of his duvet. 

We’re positioned similarly to last night - Bodies pressed firmly together, and an arm slung over his waist - Except this time, we’re facing one another. The tip of his slightly skewiff nose resting against mine, as we look at each other. Well … I’m looking at him - At his stormy grey eyes, and his slightly cut bottom lip (It must be from the fangs. It’s so fucking wicked that he has fangs). But he’s looking … somewhere behind me. His brow furrowed, and a gnarled little scowl spread across his lips (I would try to kiss it away, if I thought that it would work, but I doubt it. He seems too … stressed, for all of that). 

Instead, I splay my hand out against his stomach. Tracing, what I hope are, comforting circles against the soft skin there. And it all feels a little bit strange; since I haven’t done anything like this before (Agatha wasn’t big on physical affection), but he isn’t complaining, so I think he’s happy enough. Baz is definitely the kind of guy to scold a - Lover? Boyfriend? Enemy roommate with benefits? Whatever - for doing something wrong. He’s not one to accept mediocrity (Which sort of makes me wonder what I’m even doing here at all, to be honest), so his silence must be a good sign. 

“Baz,” I whisper. “Are you alright? You seem all … far away.” 

“I’m alright,” he sighs, scrunching his eyes shut (Even though he definitely doesn't seem it). “I’m just thinking.” 

“‘Bout what?” 

“You.” 

Oh. Crowley. He shouldn’t be allowed to say things like that. 

“What about me?” 

“About how … I’m not entirely sure that all of this, isn’t just the effect of some kind of ‘Sweet Dreams’ spell,” he says, jaw tight, and voice strained. “I hope you know that, if I wake up and I’m back at Watford, I won’t hesitate to throttle you.”

Helplessly, I beam over at him (Even though that’s probably a more-than-a-little-bit of a fucked response to being threatened). 

“I know. But this ‘ain't a dream. I promise. See?” I laugh, pinching at his waist, forcefully. Pulling a girlish little yelp from his lips (Much to my delight). “If this were a dream, that would’ve woken you up.” 

“Brute,” he grumbles, swatting at my wrist. “There were less aggressive ways you could’ve proved your point.” 

I shrug. “Probably. I couldn’t think of any, though. And I didn’t do it that hard, you’re just being sensitive.” 

“Whatever you say, Snow.” 

“Yeah,” I smile. “But, uh …. Why would it be a dream, anyway? This would be a bit of a weird dream, no?” 

“Trust me, I’ve had weirder.”

“Starring me?” I ask, curious (And perhaps a little puffed up). 

“Starring you,” he confirms, eyes searching my face desperately. 

Jesus Christ. 

The absolute earnestness of his confession takes me by surprise; knocking the breath right out of my lungs. Since he definitely isn’t taking the piss (He looks much too frightened to be joking). 

“Wicked,” I breathe. And I really am trying my best to be reassuring, but my apparent go-to tactic of calling things he’s insecure about ‘wicked’, probably isn’t doing much in terms of restoring his self-esteem. “I mean … not that. No, I mean that is wicked, but just … I dream about you too.” 

“Yes, Snow, I know,” he sighs. “I’ve been witness to plenty of your nightmare sessions.” 

“No,” I groan. “I mean … sometimes, yeah. But you’re in my nice dreams, too, sometimes. More so, recently.” 

He scrunches up his face, apparently unsure of what to say (And I never thought that I’d live to see the day where I finally succeeded in leaving him speechless, but here we are). 

“Baz, um … how long have you actually … wanted this?”

“Why?” he drawls, hands scrunching up into tensed fists, against my chest.

“I’m just curious. It doesn’t, like, matter or anything? I just wanted to know.” 

Silently, he draws a hand up and starts smoothing the lines of my upper-arm, anxiously (I think he might have a bit of a ‘thing’ for my arms, to be honest. He kept on squeezing them last night, like he couldn’t get enough. And, I suppose that, with all the sword-wielding I’ve done over the past few years, they’re pretty alright. If he didn’t have his vampire super-strength bullshit, I reckon that I could have him in an arm wrestling match). 

“A long time,” he mumbles. “I … figured it out for sure, in Fifth year. But it started before then. Long before then.”

“How much longer?”  

“Basically the day we met.” 

“Oh,” I gasp. 

And I know that I should probably think of something better to say, considering that he’s just fessed up to having had a crush on me for the better part of a decade, but I’m feeling a little ... overwhelmed, to say the least. 

“Yes. ‘Oh’,” he spits, all bitter and sulky. 

And while I do understand his frustration with my … underwhelming reply, I’m really not sure what else he was expecting. We both know that I’m no good with words, and it’s not like he spent all his time at Watford writing me love letters (Pretty much the opposite, actually). 

“Don’t be like that,” I groan, reaching out and brushing a stray wave of hair away from his face. “I only realised yesterday, but … I think that it’s been longer than that for me, too. Penny may have had a point about the football matches, you know.” 

“The football matches?” 

“Yeah, um … you know how I used to go to all of your games?”

“Of course. Simon Snow: my greatest enemy and number one footie supporter. Bit of a contradiction.” 

“Yeah, well … Penny said that she thought it was weird. Not in like a … homophobic way, or something-” He snickers then, put I press on, regardless. “I’m not even … you know. But she said that I should think about why I really wanted to go to them so badly, considering that there was pretty much no chance of you plotting while you were on the pitch-”

“Which I tried to tell you, several times,” he interrupts (Apparently incapable of stopping himself from butting in, for even a minute). 

“- Yes, which you tried to tell me ... Anyway, back to what I was saying! I never really listened to her when she said it - I just got all stroppy with her ‘cause she was always complaining about me being obsessed - But … I think maybe I should’ve. ‘Cause, I think she may have had a point. I’m not so sure that it really was about the plotting. I mean, I think even I knew, deep down, that you couldn’t have been doing that. And … I always kind of, secretly, wanted you to do the thing where you lifted up your shirt to wipe your face. I never really thought about it at the time, ‘cause it stressed me out a little bit. But it definitely used to confuse me. I … just tried put it down to jealousy, and all that, at the time, but I’m pretty sure that I was wrong, given … recent events. I think I probably just thought you were a bit fit, to be honest.”

The last few words come out horribly stumbled and rushed, and I’m definitely blushing like an idiot, by the time I’ve finished. But then he’s grinning up at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling up cutely (And it’s still a weird to think of him like that, since he could probably drain me dry in half a second, but it’s definitely fitting when he’s like this. All joyful and barbless), and my humiliation is suddenly all worth it. 

“Is that so?” he purrs. 

“Yep. Definitely.”

And then he’s muttering something in Italian (Mera-viggy-soemthing-or-other), and pulling me back down towards him by the back of my neck. Shutting me up in the absolute best way possible - Pressing his lips against mine greedily. And it’s all a little apprehensive - Breaths stuttering, and a slight tremble running up his spine - But what he lacks in confidence, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm (He’s always been a quick study, but I can finally appreciate his, oftentimes annoying, meticulous nature, for myself). And soon enough I’m just fucking melting into his touch - So hot and insistent - But I still can’t stop the words from bubbling up inside me:

“Baz,” I sing, sitting back and cupping his face in my hands. “You know that this isn’t fair at all, right?” 

“What?” he startles, a worried twist overtaking his brow. The concern on his face so genuine, that I almost feel guilty for what I’m doing … Almost (He definitely still deserves it for being so bloody prissy all the time). 

“You didn’t spell your teeth. It’s well harsh making me all Aero-y, if you’re not willing to do the same yourself. Both disgusting and grossly unfair,” I tease, doing my best to mimic his signature ‘I’m Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch and I think I’m better than everybody else’ voice. 

Glaring up at me, he grabs at his wand and fires out another quick “Minty Fresh”, before reaching out and grabbing at my curls, giving them a not-so-gentle tug. 

“Happy now, ‘fusspot’?”

“Oh yeah,” I glow. “More than.”