#then it was like but always know and think that everyone else is far superior to you and better than you in ever way
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in the middle of drawing dazai in the outfit i wore to church today xoxo dont know whether im drawing fem!dazai or just a fem dazai ^^
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#osamu dazai#bitch church SUCKED ASSSS (these tags are so fucking long holy shit)#the old woman in the row in front of us was just glaring at me#and when we did peace be with you she just lightly grazed my hand mumbled and quickly retracted it and turned away#i was pissing#and she just kept sending me dirty looks#it was the funniest shit ever#i didnt want to be there fr man#and then during like fucking ezekiels passage thing#it said something about how you should love yourself#then it was like but always know and think that everyone else is far superior to you and better than you in ever way#i was baffled so i said this to my mum and i was like â?! whys it saying that but then saying that? but counterintuitive no?â#and she was like âomg stfu were literally in church you cant be saying that shit?â#but she was laughing at half of the shit i was saying anyways#then i made her sing the hymns with me because i was just fucking grinning at her like why arent you singing mum come on#lets sing the hymns together#it was an experience#it was also fucking god awful#(no pun intended)#i said im not going to communion#and my mum was like ? you cant not go to communion#and i was like nope if i dont believe in the fucker why am i going to eat his flesh and she was like shhh#and then i was like ooh im old enough to drink the wine now LMAO#we havent been in like 6-7 years#and the priest was like âive mentioned it in our newsletter but we urgently need altar serversâ#âtheres been no altar servers on saturday masses for over 5 years nowâ#and me and my mum were like yikes bc thats bc we havent been#(i used to be an altar server AEUGH)
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team
⥠fem reader
Itâs been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, youâve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.
Youâve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyesâŚÂ food isnât exactly what they have in mind.Â
The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But heâs also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop.Â
He never listens to you, though â he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders â only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail â smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.
Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails â he canât help but laugh at the way it tickles him.Â
Itâs so painstakingly clear youâre not made to fight back, and itâs so adorable how you donât even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up.Â
It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. Itâs course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until itâs all swollen and throbbing for him â making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite â only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.
But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each otherâŚ
The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other â and you donât know whether itâs unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.
Youâd say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack â always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs donât get along.
The canines are a little scarier, you think. Theyâre rougher with you.
The wolf especially. Heâs older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter.Â
He doesnât take lightly to you talking back to him â acting as though heâs actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if itâs not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, heâll just growl at you â threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar â and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though heâs been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.
He's always extra rough when you reek of cat â as though itâs your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.
Itâs a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.
But the wolf is the worst. One time heâd gone so far as to piss on youâŚÂ
But he was later scolded by the owner â bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else heâd have to go sleep out in the doghouse. Heâd also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.
It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place â that next time you go talking to the owner, heâs going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.
You come to learn that heâs more bark than bite after a while.Â
When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And itâs when youâre burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.
He stops biting and starts sucking instead â laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn heâs a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face.Â
Heâs also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.
He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward.Â
You can only mew as he mounts you next.Â
His tempo is always a bit of a shock â a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when heâs had to wait for so long? Heâs a little younger than you â eager and desperate for it every single time.
Pounding you sharply â hard and fast with howls and heavy panting â even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.
He doesnât growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs â elated and frenzied â eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can â drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.
Itâs a relief he doesnât last as long as his bigger partner.
Heâll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells â lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude â looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that heâd been so feral.
The felines are less spastic.Â
But they also like to lick you â with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until theyâve made sure youâre coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.
But they get flirty, too⌠youâll know when they start kneading your softer parts â blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.
Theyâre the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese â including when they mate with you.Â
Theyâll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you â both so gently.
The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you â his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says itâs one of his favorite things about you â so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.
It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesnât like it when he grooms him.Â
The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.
When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue â whispering all depraved things that come to mind â loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.
Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more â kissing each side of your face, asking whether you wonât allow them both inside you at the same time â their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.
You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together â their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them.Â
They coo at you â telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that â as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And youâre too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.
After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling â sleeping â the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.
The bear is also a lazy fellow â a gentle giant. Something youâre grateful for â you donât think youâd survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.
Heâs the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements â all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.
Heâs satisfied with having you on his lap â cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isnât thinking about eating you.Â
He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut â telling you he likes seeing you eat â that itâs cute how you take such small bites â and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.
Sometimes heâll tell you to hop on his lap â his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly.Â
The size of it makes you pant.
Youâre glad heâs happy having you at the end of the day â after youâve been loosened up by the others. You fear heâd split you in two if otherwise.
The owner collects you before bedtime after everyoneâs had their share â clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom â crawling on all four like an actual animal. Youâll often collapse halfway there, but he doesnât mind scooping you up to carry you instead â always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated youâve become.
Thereâs always a bath waiting for you â a gift for being such a good little pet, he says.Â
It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands â rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.
Heâs always mumbling about human matters under his breath â money, business, estate â ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he wonât trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.
All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief â something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. Itâs communicated through all the other things he says anyway.
Heâs always whispering in your ear before bed â sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are â how youâre the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world â telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that youâre finally settling in â how youâve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.
It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but thereâs a familiarity with them â something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild.Â
With the owner, youâre reminded youâre a pet eating out of his palm â something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.
He doesnât fuck you with the same intent as the others do â thereâs no rut behind his cold movements. Itâs not mating or breeding. Itâs something else you canât put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.
Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat â something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you canât control yourself.
It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.
Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after youâve all but begged him to breed you.
⥠part 1
Owner: ⥠BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ⥠JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ⥠HQ - Ukai Hyena: ⥠BNHA- Shigaraki ⥠JJK- Mahito ⥠HQ - Tendou Wolf: ⥠BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ⥠JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ⥠HQ - Sakusa Fox: ⥠BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ⥠JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ⥠HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ⥠BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ⥠JJK - Geto & Gojo ⥠HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ⥠BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ⥠JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ⥠HQ - Daichi, Ushijima
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#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut
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I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...
You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.
He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.
"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."
Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.
"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."
You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.
He's right, its not over yet.
You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.
Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.
You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.
You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.
You scream.
It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.
You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!
Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.
You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.
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The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.
Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.
Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.
"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.
And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.
You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.
"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"
"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."
He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.
"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."
He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.
"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."
He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.
Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.
#cod imagines#mw2#call of duty#mw2 headcanons#cod mwii#captain price#price x reader#captain john price#john price
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to a heart's content â ă single father!miguel o'hara x reader ă
content warnings ; fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns, "mother"/"daughter"/"wife" used, parental death, mentions of child abandonment, not too much mention of him being spider-man
contains ; single father!miguel o'hara, boss!miguel o'hara, assistant!reader, hints of pining, just some good ol' fluff for everyone's current favorite dilf, angst w/ comfort, heavy need of editing prob, not beta read
notes ; purely self-indulgent to fuel my love of found family trope apologies
parts: one two three four (tba)
Single Father!Miguel O'Hara whose life revolves essentially around one personâhis daughterâbut to be one of the heads of Americaâs largest corporation and bearing the responsibility of keeping Nueva York safe and sound whilst simultaneously being a single father was not exactly something that Miguel OâHara could juggle so easily. Hell, heâs even surprised that heâs made it so far without losing his absolute sanity considering he couldnât even recall the last time he was able to rest properly without his attention being wavered to something or someone else.
Single Father!Miguel whose hands always filled to the brim with tasks and obligations. Miguel wished he was able to clone himself twice in order to have three Miguel OâHaras attending to each of his duties soundly, but alas, Alchemax and the matter of his mind can only do so much.
Single Father!Miguel whose ever so lucky to have you as his assistant to at least help with two out of three of them. You entered the picture around three years ago, when he had caught the eye of his superiors and had used his intelligence to their own advantage, disguising it as a promotion of sorts. You were given as some sort of gift to them as a way to help ease his workload and he truly couldnât be more thankful for your existenceâif he doesnât necessarily show it most of the time from his stoic countenance he masks on 24/7. While not exactly a carbon copy of him, you, by far, come rather close, and Miguel will take whatever comes to him in this day and age.
Single Father!Miguel who notices that you're obedient and demure, though rather soft spoken and a little too apprehensive for his liking at times (he had noticed, before you became his assistant, that your coworkers would shovel their workload onto you and youâd accept with little complaint but evident hesitation; he wonders if it was the given similarities between you and him that made him choose you as his assistant). You dressed well, hung onto every word he said, and spoke out when properly needed. You were a good aid to have aroundâgreat, even.
Single Father!Miguel who trusts you as both his assistant and a human being enough to leave his precious daughter in your care knowing full well she would be in good hands. Sometimes Alchemax would work him overtime, sometimes his duties as Spider-Man would interfere. No matter what it was, it delayed him from seeing and attending to his daughterâs needs, and thus, he had asked you once in a while to pick up and babysit his daughter after your usual 9-5.
Single Father!Miguel who, at the beginning, once in a while asked you to pick his daughter up from school. Once in a while turned into occasionally. Occasionally turned into sometimes. Sometimes turned into constantly, and next thing Miguel knew, you were the one that his daughter and teachers would look out for during school pick up time. He didnât expect that you would become his assistant even outside of work, but you did, and Miguel canât exactly turn back time now. Heâs labeled you as his childâs unofficial secondary caretakerâyouâre even listed as an emergency contact.
Single Father!Miguel who thinks youâre too polite for your own good. Miguel had asked you once if this was a burden, being his assistant both in and out of Alchemax, and if it became too much that you were more than free to quit at any sudden time without consequence. You had merely replied that you understood the struggles of being a single parent and that he shouldnât be ashamed of asking for help when it was needed.Â
Single Father!Miguel who notices that Gabriella views you more than just her occasional babysitter. When he'd come home late at night, he was usually greeted by you two doing something together, whether it be doing math homework together, baking cookies, you reading aloud to her, or just simply talking, he'd always catch you and her almost... bonding.
Single Father!Miguel who often dwells on the memory of young Gabriella asking innocently why she doesn't have two parents like the rest of her classmates, why she only had one parent compared to everyone else after witnessing she was the odd one out during Family Day. Miguel didn't, and still doesn't, have the courage to tell her that her real mother had abandoned her to him, leaving Miguel in the dust. Miguel used her naivety to his advantage. He disguised it as her being unique compared to others, that some moms just came later in life; she just happened to be a late bloomer.
Single Father!Miguel who always thanks you for staying late tucking Gabriella into bed when he couldn't. You constantly tell him that it's truly no problem, but he insists on thanking you every time and ever so subtly increasing your paycheck. How could he not? Especially considering the fact you always, always whip him up extra dinner that was tucked away for him to eat during the late hours of night.
Single Father!Miguel who feels uneasy as he opens up a fridge to find the said pasta left by you one night in a glass tupperware container, staring at how neatly itâs been plated despite its standard container. He juts it into the microwave as he attempts to ignore how quiet and desolate the kitchen and the apartment is, how the humming of the microwave and the humdrum of the ceiling fan are the only noise that floats through. And when he quietly eats the pasta serving meant for one, he canât help but gaze longingly at the empty seat across the dining table, where someone else should be seated with him sharing the same meal.
Single Father!Miguel who finally has the time to pick up his daughter after school for once in the school year, but forgot to tell you that you were able to take the rest of the day off. So you, him, Gabriella, and essentially everyone are surprised when both you and Miguel show up to pick Gabriella up after school. One of the teachers goes to gush about how she's excited to meet Gabriella's dad and what a beautiful family you all are, to which you and Miguel, evidently flustered, explain loosely your relationship to each other and how it's merely professional (to one curly-headed third grader, though, it's notâbut she'd never tell you and her father that. At least not now.).
Single Father!Miguel who tags along to Gabriella's after school soccer practice for once and despite your protests about you not wanting to interfere "family time", Miguel and his daughter convince you to come watch her like you usually did on Wednesdays. He says he doesn't mind at all and if anything, could use your presence there to ease his nerves since he'd be a newcomer to the soccer parent group.
Single Father!Miguel who watches attentively to how you support Gabriella on the field from the sidelines. He wonders tenaciously if you've fallen into routine of thisâfrom helping her get ready into her uniform to offering small suggestions that help her on the soccer field. He doesn't miss the way her eyes go towards you whenever she did something right and he especially catches onto the fact that she would gush in pure happiness from your approval when you would throw a thumbs up or a delighted nod.
Single Father!Miguel who merely blinks at the compliments given by the two friendly soccer mom next to him.
"Gabi does certainly look a lot like you, but she still has (Y/N)'s beauty and kindness, doesn't she?"
"Oh yes, I agree. Your wife is nothing less of lovely, you know, you're a very lucky man, Mr. O'Hara!"
He's so caught up in trying to process both their words and Gabriella's action on the field, that it doesn't register to him until a few moments later. Miguel attempts to butt in, saying that you're just his subordinate, but when a loud cheer from the other team erupts through, his words fail him.
Single Father!Miguel whose mind is still so stuck on what the soccer moms had said about you that he didn't even realize Gabriella had made the winning goal for today's practice match. Lying through his teeth when asked about if he saw it from her, he realizes that perhaps he should start viewing you in a different light rather than just his daughter's babysitter because the way that Gabriella looks at you with such elation when you congratulate her on her win pulls at his heartstrings ever so slightly.
Single Father!Miguel who contemplates over and over again if he should be doing thisâinviting you to Gabriella's first game of the seasonâthe two purchased tickets he held in his fist. You've entered his home a dozen of times, but this would be the first time in three years that he was outside of your own residence. He thinks he's too dressed up for the occasion, cladded in a white button up and black dress pants. A voice asks him if he's his daughter's boyfriend, and Miguel whips around to face an elderly man with a questioned look on his face.
Single Father!Miguel who realizes that it's your father standing in front of him, spare key in hand. He's quick to say no (to your father's disappointment), and introduces himself as your superior. Your father invites Miguel inside your apartment, telling him that you were out fetching groceries and jokingly mentions he uses this opportunity to sneakily fill your cabinets and fridge of food. Your father complains you're too independent for your own good, but he can't exactly blame youâyou grew up that way.
Single Father!Miguel who learns that once in your life you were just like his daughter and that in one point in your father's life, he was just like Miguel. All details shared from him, he learns that your mother passed away early in your life due to cancer and ultimately left you and your father to fend for yourselves. Your father tells Miguel that you often had helped out even when you didn't need toâand it doesn't take long for Miguel to piece the pieces together. Why you barely complain about the extra workload, why your father said you're too autonomous, and why all those years ago you not only sympathized with Miguel, but understood his situation as you came from the same exact upbringing.
Single Father!Miguel who listens intently when your father quietly tells him that all he wants for you is to find a good man that would be able to take care of you properly because he believes he wasn't able to. Miguel is quick to reassure him, however, that he did a fantastic job raising a selfless, humble woman that grew to be compassionate and considerate of others' needs, that you were the hardest worker he had ever seen and that he shouldn't discredit himself. Your father goes to examine Miguel for a moment before letting out a loud, haughty laugh in your apartment and jokingly (not really) tells Miguel he hopes that you'll marry him one day, or at least someone like him.
Single Father!Miguel whose resolve dissipates when you walk into your apartment to find your boss and your father talking amongst each other. He sits silently and awkwardly as you complain to your father about dropping by without any warning before you ask him what was he doing here in the first place. Your father takes his leave, winking at Miguel with a glint in his eye, leaving you two in your apartment alone.
Single Father!Miguel who finally gathers up the courage to ask you if you'd like to attend Gabriella's soccer game with him. You interject with visible hesitation, telling him that it was implied that it was a family-only event and you'd hate to intrude onto something so intimate, but he's quick to reassure you that his daughter would love to have you there considering all the help you had given her during her practicesâif anything, she would need you there for your support.
Single Father!Miguel who tells you that Gabriella had shown visible distress last night when Miguel told her that you might not be able to come due to your non-familial relationship with them. He almost begged you to come with them, as Gabriella had even threatened to quit soccer altogether if you weren't there to witness her first game. When you give in after moments of contemplation, Miguel truly couldn't believe his luck.
Single Father!Miguel who roots alongside you for Gabriella and her team, watching oh so closely just in case someone from the other team did a dirty trick on his precious daughter. He'd sometimes occasionally glance at you, only to see you completely zoned in and focused on Gabriella's playing like the rest of the parents, offering your support through compliments and encouragements that his daughter always caught and would visibly improve from. When she finally scores the winning goal per usual, she's quick to ignore the cheers coming from her teammates and parents to run off the field and not look for Miguel first, but for you.
"Did you see me?!" Gabriella exclaims excitedly as she flings her arms around your waist. "Did you see what I did?!"
"I did, yes," you laugh, attempting not to stumble over from the impact with visible glee and crouch down to her height. Pride written all over your face, you grin. "And I'm so incredibly proud of you."
"It's 'cause I did what you taught me," she declares. "I pointed first and then I shooted!" She uses hand gestures to reanimate her play on the field.
"Shot, Gabi," you correctly gently, your fingers going to automatically comb out the tangles out of her hair like you usually did after practices. "It does come handy, doesn't it?"
"Yeah!" Her eyes go to see Miguel, who doesn't stalk too far behind with open arms and the same proud look painted on his face. "Dad! Didja see me?! Didja see that I scored?!"
Miguel lets out a once-in-a-blue-moon chuckle and lifts his daughter into his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck in an affirming hug. "I saw very clearly, mi cariĂąo, and I can't wait to brag about how my daughter scored the winning shot for her team," he compliments warmly.
Gabriella goes to point gleefully in your direction. "It was all because of Miss. (Y/N)," she declares, not knowing that her statement would make a rush of heat bloom onto your face.
"O-oh no... I only... w-well," you stammer out meekly, trying to find the right words. "I'm actually not too knowledgeable on soccer... I only repeated what I found online andâ"
"Thank you," Miguel starts off fondly. "(Y/N), truly. Thank you."
You stare at him. "Mr. O'Hara..."
He sets Gabriella down for her to join her rejoicing teammate and pats the small of your back with a grateful look plastered on his face. You were so used to seeing the rather stoic and often tired side of Miguel O'Hara that you forgot he, too, was capable of smiling at times, so when you spotted the small of a grin on his lips that was for you specifically, you felt something in your chest jerk a little bit.
"If it weren't for you being here," he starts off quietly so only you can hear. "Gabi wouldn't have participated at all. She wanted you to come so she'd have enough courage to play because she was so used to you supporting her," Miguel glances at his daughter giggling about on the field. "So it was understandable that if her biggest supporter wasn't here to cheer her on, she wouldn't exactly do her best."
You blink slowly at him, digesting his words in order to truly savor them for all that they were. "I was justâ"
"âdoing your job?" Miguel finishes for you. He shakes his head. "Last time I remember, 'attending your boss's daughter's soccer games' wasn't on your job description," he says, earning a soft chuckle out of you despite his rather flat tone.
"I suppose so," you murmur with an evident warmth in your eyes, one that Miguel is sure Gabriella has seen numerous times and will continue to welcome as long as you're around.
So when after a dinner celebration at her favorite restaurant, after the star player is tucked into bed after a long day's work, Miguel takes it upon himself to do the what he thought was the impossible for him but possible for Gabriella.
"Stay safe out there," Miguel directs quietly as he helps you put on your coat again. "And again, thank you for today."
"It was my pleasure, Mr. O'Hara," you reply, "And I actually had fun today, so I can thank you for that."
He escorts you down the apartment complex to the lobby and begins to watch you leave, the words on his tongue tipping ever so slowly before they spill the moment you're about to exit through the doors.
"(Y/N)."
At the sound of your voice, you turn to him with a questioning look on your face. "... yes?"
Miguel opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a couple of seconds before blurting out, "Are you free tomorrow evening?"
He scans your face for a reaction before surprise paints itself on your moonlit features. "I-I suppose I am," you nod slowly. "May I ask why?"
"Gabi is having a sleepover at one of her teammate's house," Miguel coughs out and shoves his hands into his pockets to hide their fidgeting.
"Do you need me to drop her off...?" you ask, clearly puzzled.
"No, um," he clears his throat again. "I was... I was actually wondering if you'd... if you'd like to check out that new restaurant that opened up on Clark..."
Regret pools in his mouth the second it falls from his lips and he begins to internally conjure some sort of half-assed lie, perhaps saying something along the lines of the company wanted him to review it for a potential cater in the future or that a friend of his worked there, but when he sights your eyes softening with the same warmth from earlier, he lets you take the reigns on fate.
"I'd quite like that," you murmur, a modest smile on your lips.
a/n ; i told you i was going to give into temptation. wrote this on a plane with no wifi on the way here (thank god for offline editing!)
anyways, i'm trying to squeeze this bit out before my plane ride tmrw since i've been travelling for the past week and a half! i'll be returning home soon where i can finally write to my heart's content, phew! i just reallyyyyy wanted to write something for miguel adjdjfkfalwf but fear not! we shall be back to our regularly scheduled program soon!
as always, thank you for reading and likes+comments+reblogs are always appreciated and never unnoticedďźâšâĄâšďźâĄ!
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RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK
luke castellan x daughter of hades reader
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relationship headcanons!!
ABOUT - cute little relationship headcanons for luke and his child of hades gf <3
WARNINGS - a little bit of nsfw at the end đ
A/N - not my fav lol⌠itâs ok i think itâs kinda cute
luke castellan is the ultimate gentleman. heâs sweet, thoughtful, caring, all that stuff.
he always makes an effort to include you in everything because he knows how hard it is for you to make friends and such. heâs always inviting you to hang out with him and his friends, or taking you out to chaperone his cabin with him.
heâs your knight in shining armour. before you and luke even became friends, he was looking out for you. always saying hello, inviting you to spar with him, things like that.
luke castellan makes sure his girlfriend is comfortable in every situation. he knows youâre shy, so he tries his best to soothe your nerves whenever youâre talking in a big group of people. heâll wrap his arm around your back and gently hold your waist, or heâll kiss your cheek or shoulder- hoping itâll soothe you. and it usually does, but it mostly flusters you.
he tries to spend as much time alone with you as possible. this means a lot of whisking you away to the hades cabin, because itâs completely empty.
you spend hours just talking and laying in your bed, playing with his hair as you two joke around about stupid shit.
he kinda feels superior to everyone else because he gets to know you more than anyone ever could. other than him and a few of your friends, everyone thinks youâre shy and timid. and sure, you are those things, but youâre also loving and hilarious and so so so witty.
luke castellanâs favourite thing about you is your sharp tongue. youâre funny, and dark, which makes for some really funny comments. the first time you make a joke around him, he couldnât stop laughing. it was shocking hearing such morbid jokes some from such a shy mouth.
you are not one for PDA. you think that making out in public is weird and gross. he agrees⌠to an extent.
obviously, youâre not jamming your faces together ever minute of everyday, but luke is very needy.
heâs so overly touch starved and extremely obsessed with you, that if heâs around you he has to be able to be close with you to some extent.
this means holding hands, or pressing his shoulder against yours, playing with your hair, fiddling with your fingers, etcâŚ
just small things like that.
when youâre alone, heâs a lot more touchy. and you love it- youâre as touched starved at him, youâre just better at hiding it.
luke loves to just hold you. he loves to just wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, leaving little kisses all along your skin.
he loves watching you squirm and turn red when he caresses the sides of your hips. he honestly loves everything you do.
luke is extremely respectful of you and your boundaries. heâs also extremely needy. these two things can be true at the same time.
he started spending nights in your bed at the hades cabin using the excuse âit smells bad and is always so loud!! y/n youâve gotta help me!!â
obviously you give in, because you love luke and love sleeping next to him. who cares if itâs against the rules?
but after the third night of just sleeping next to each other, you start noticing just how desperate he is for you.
the way he clings onto your body for dear life, how he falls asleep only after you start playing with his hair.
itâs charming really.
semi-nsfw ahead âźď¸
your only issue with luke sleeping in your bed is the way he makes sure his hips stay far away from your body. sure, heâs being respectful, heâs a teenage boy- he canât control it. but you kinda wish he didnât sometimes.
youâve tried talking about it with him, but you get to shy. itâs hard for you.
i mean, how on earth do you tell your boyfriend that you know heâs constantly hard for you? and that you also wish heâd tell you? and maybe that you also wish heâd go further than just the occasional boob groping or thigh rubbing?
lol so you donât. you donât say a word. instead, you turn around and wrap your leg around his body as youâre laying down, halfway through a sleepy conversation. you cling to his form, rubbing your hands over his back.
you hear him let out a quiet groan, looking down at you like youâre evil as he purses his lips.
âwhatâs wrong, luke?â you ask innocently, ignoring his clothed length fully twitching against your thigh.
he rolls his eyes and just starts kissing your forehead and cheeks, wrapping his body around yours as he tries to hold himself back a little.
âweâve been dating for like⌠over a month.â you whisper, running your fingers through lukeâs hair as he rests his head on your chest.
he nods slowly, which sends shivers down your spine. the feeling of his hair tickling your skin never fails to make you flustered.
âif you wanna go further you can ask.â you say quietly.
5 minutes later and youâre under him as your hands grasp onto your bedsheets, now covered in hickeys.
heâs gentle and thoughtful, always asking if itâs okay to continue or not.
he goes slow, leaving kisses all over your body as he watches you squirm and giggle quietly.
heâs sweet and caring and you love the way he makes you feel, and you love watching him go absolutely crazy over your touch.
you probably couldnât ask for a more attentive and respectful boyfriend. heâs so polite and kind and caring- he makes you feel like youâre a princess.
being a child of hades has made it hard for people to get to know you- the real you. but luke never found it hard to know you past your name. he loves you more than life itself.
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How He Handles Jealousy
Thank you so much for the request for this headcanon! It turned out to be longer than I initially anticipated, but I hope you find it enjoyable to read. Happy reading!
Being fresh in a relationship often means confronting one's own insecurities. One of these is the question of whether one can fully trust their partner and how to deal with it when the partner themselves is plagued by the question of whether they are truly enough. So what about the ghouls: How do they handle this in both directions? In this scenario, we assume that you are in a relationship and that you, of course, never pursue any ill intentions when creating a situation that makes your loved one jealous, and vice versa. We are always talking about a healthy level of jealousy.
Jin
Jin does not strike you as a man who becomes jealous easily. He has rank, status, outrageously good looks, and charisma. Who would dare to even consider getting too close to his beloved? And what could lead him to think that you might have an interest in someone other than him? Exactly: nothing.
Nevertheless, even the king of Frostheim occasionally experiences a strange feeling in his chest when he sees you showing a little too much interest in another person. There's nothing wrong with playing it safe, right? He will be quite open about his jealousy, though he wouldn't label it as such. Instead, he will explicitly ask you what you have going on with the other person. Depending on your answer, he will either allow you to continue interacting with them undisturbed or he will ask you to keep your distance. If you disagree, he will accept it but will become noticeably clingy and unusually touchy in the presence of that person in the future.
Conversely, Jin cannot imagine that you could ever be jealous of anyone. Aside from the fact that you are his everything, which he always shows you in his own way, he considers you superior to all other people. How could you possibly think that anyone could measure up to you? Since he can't stand most other people anyway, he would never deliberately get too close to someone else.
He won't notice your jealousy unless you communicate it clearly. Initially, he will stare at you in disbelief and will need to process what you just said. Once he has absorbed the information, he will suddenly start laughing heartily. He'll begin to grin devilishly, cup your chin, and gently pull you a bit closer to his face. "Come to my room after the event tonight. I'll show you enough good reasons why you don't need to worry."
Tohma
Tohma is a true gentleman with far too good manners for you to ever suspect that he feels jealousy. However, in the early stages of your relationship, this feeling is anything but foreign to him, as your time together is limited, and he is careful to keep your relationship a secret for as long as possible. Who wouldn't feel negative emotions when they see the person they desire getting close to other people, even if it's just a fleeting touch of their hand?
Without the chains he has bound himself with by moving to Frostheim, he would certainly be the type to charmingly but firmly put any rivals in their place. Depending on how far the rival has gone with you, it could even be imaginable that he would elegantly beat him to a pulp in an alley. Otherwise, a public display of your connection through physical contact would suffice to remind the audacious guy who heâs messing with. However, in Frostheim, Tohma is forced to use different means. If your new clingy acquaintance suddenly starts keeping their distance from you, it will likely be because they received an anonymous and highly convincing threatening letter. Everyone has skeletons in their closets, and Tohma knows exactly how to find and leverage them.
Although he is rather distant, Tohma has a seductive way of conversing with others, so it's highly likely that one or two women may have cast an eye on him. Since you are suffering as much as he is from the secrecy of your relationship, you will, sooner or later, inevitably find yourself ensnared in the burning arms of jealousy.
Even if Tohma can empathize with your feelings because he knows them as well as you do, he will want to maintain the façade at all costs and will earnestly ask you to be patient and hold back just a little longer. Sooner or later, everything will fall into place, and you can be together whenever you want. But whatever happens, don't act too rashly, as Tohma's goals for his service to the Frost King will always take precedence. By letting you into his life, he is undoubtedly risking a lot, so cut him some slack if he can't change his public behavior for now. The silver lining is that you'll receive more messages asking you to bring him "special documents" to the vault room. Reviewing those together will always take a bit more time.
Luca
Luca sees you as an honorable person and won't easily entertain the thought that anyone could take you from him, unless itâs death itself. Some situations may seem strange to him in the early days of your relationship when he sees you getting close to other men, with whom you're building a tighter (albeit genuinely platonic) relationship. Even Luca is not immune to feeling a bit uneasy.
Assuming that everything must be as it should, he will swallow that uncomfortable feeling for a long time and wonât let on. Unfortunately, he will do this until it boils over, and his feelings overwhelm him. In the next situation he observes â even if itâs just lunch at Sho's food truck â he will come directly to you and confront you both. Since by that point you likely won't have known anything about Luca's emotional state (how could you?), you'll be utterly incredulous and shocked as you watch Luca throw all his pride overboard, take your hands in his, look deep into your eyes, and seriously ask whether you still love him and want to stay with him, or if you've decided to be happier with another man. The shame reflected on his face when you tell him he couldn't be more wrong will remain a topic of conversation on campus for a long time. He won't stop apologizing to both you and your friend, promising that such behavior won't happen again. It might be best to take the poor man along to your meetings so he feels better.
Luca is an old-fashioned gentleman, inherently friendly and courteous to everyone. Unfortunately, he can quickly lose sight of his surroundings when he believes he is doing the right thing, leading to situations that may push others too far and evoke jealousy without him ever intending to.
If you react to your jealousy with a corresponding mood, Luca will quickly notice and address it. However, he won't pick up on any subtle hints you might drop that aren't blatantly obvious, as he wonât be aware of any inappropriate behavior. Once he knows how you feel, he won't stop apologizing and will be overwhelmed with guilt, culminating in showering you with attention and gifts. He promises you that he won't make such a mistake again, and he means it.
Kaito
Unfortunately, Kaito suffers from extremely low self-esteem, which also reflects the intensity of his feelings. Any tiny bit of attention you give to another man will immediately be interpreted as a sign of disinterest in him. At first, he will try to calm himself down. "Come on, Kaito, that's perfectly normal! Everyone has friends of the opposite sex! It doesn't mean anything." Despite all his efforts, his insecurity will eventually overwhelm him, and he will try to speak to you privately during a quiet moment, trying to subtly inquire about the person he is feeling envious of. "What exactly do you two discuss all the time?" "Where do you know him from?" "Does he have a girlfriend?"
Depending on the nature of your response, it will either calm him down for a while or bring him to tears. However, he would never bring it up in public. His crying will, at worst, only be noticed by his neighbors (who probably aren't surprised). Have some compassion for the poor man. He is so happy with you and still can't fathom that an angel like you chose him as her boyfriend of all people. Him, who feels like he has nothing to offer. Thus, the fear of losing you becomes even more pronounced because you might realize that he is really worthless. This, of course, is not true, and you've likely told him enough times. However, words alone wonât help him in this case. Involve him in your outings with friends and communicate or show publicly that Kaito is your boyfriend. Besides making him the happiest person on the planet, it will help calm him down.
If you, on the other hand, become jealous of someone Kaito is interacting with, you can assume that he won't pick up on it at first. After all, he wouldnât know what there is to be jealous about. Sure, Kaito didnât pass up any chance to flirt with other women on campus before your relationship, but that was, as stated, before you got together. Meanwhile, he would never risk making you feel unloved. If you initially donât communicate your jealousy directly and react with a worse mood instead, the last thing he will suspect is jealousy.
So if you canât shake off those feelings, communicate them. He may respond with confusion and even shock, but secretly he will be flattered. This will be an opportunity for you to boost his self-esteem, which can only benefit Kaito. He will cease any activities that lead to your jealousy and will make it clear in public (as long as you both agree on how to appear in public) that it is only you by his side.
Alan
Itâs relatively hard to imagine Alan becoming quickly jealous in the classic sense. Since heâs already unsure in the early stages of the relationship whether it was the right decision to enter it on his part, he wouldnât really hold it against you if you got closer to other people. Not that you yourself would ever have such thoughts, but Alan might interpret even the slightest closeness to someone else as you reconsidering your relationship with him.
Just because he wonât actively bring it up doesnât mean he wonât feel uncomfortable when he sees you (in his view) getting too familiar with another person. When his chest tightens, and he feels the urge to step in, hold you in his arms, and never let go to ensure that you belong to him alone, he would never act on that feeling.
On the other hand, he would never assume that you might be jealous of another woman he interacts with. Let alone that he would ever give another woman enough attention for you to even consider it. So, if you want to clear things up, youâll need to bring it up directly with him.
Knowing that you're jealous would simply break his heart, and he would wonder where he went wrong. Did he give you the impression that youâve become unimportant to him? Did he not give you enough attention? Did he actually get too close to someone else? He would apologize a thousand times and reassure you that you are his everything and that thereâs really nothing to worry about. He would avoid the other person as much as possible from then on, or at least behave much more distantly. He would never want to give the wrong impression or hurt you in any way.
Sho
Sho is a very easy-going and uncomplicated guy when it comes to relationships. He gives you all the freedom in the world and fully trusts that youâd never let anyone cross the line. The only thing that could trigger jealousy in Sho is his highly developed protective instinct. Thanks to his friendship with Leo and their excessive clubbing, he knows the dark sides of human nature all too well, and he wants to shield you from them at all costs.
So, if he notices another guy leaving his hand on your shoulder for just a millisecond too long, the good manâs protective instinct kicks in, and he feels the need to set that guy straight by joining in and adding some physical contact with you. He will throw the rival a few unmistakable looks. Once the boundaries are established and Sho has made it clear with his body language what happens if the guy gets too close to his beloved girlfriend, Sho will disappear just as quickly as he came. Have fun with the rest of your evening!
In the case that you are jealous when Sho interacts with certain people, heâll notice it from your body language right away, unless you outright tell him. Sho is, after all, an extremely attentive and surprisingly empathetic man who doesnât miss a single one of your glances. Even though he would expect the same trust from you that he gives you, he doesnât react with disappointment or rejection, but with loving teasing. âWhat, seriously, youâre jealous of her?â He simply finds your jealousy too cute to be genuinely angry.
Sho also belongs to the type of guy who would take you along to meetings with the respective person to make things more obvious and help ease your insecurities. From now on, heâll also be a little more careful to ensure that his actions toward others donât provoke any negative feelings in you.
Leo
Leo would never admit that heâs jealous of someone who (in his eyes) is getting too close to you. Absolutely not. If he feels anything, itâs anger because youâre risking being seen together, and his followers might think thereâs trouble between you and the influencer. Yeah, thatâs definitely the only thing that comes to his mind when he sees you with a supposed rival. Itâs the same when he sees overly nice comments from men about you under his videos and promptly deletes them. Donât let it go to your head or get any silly ideas.
So, donât think too much of it when he grumbles at you to be careful how you interact with other guys because it could give off the wrong impression. Donât read too much into it either if he starts marking his territory when you donât listen and still let that boring guy (allegedly) get too close. For Leo, the smallest form of physical contact is enough to trigger his jealous attentive radar. Heâll then quickly start pushing himself between you two, showering you with physical (and surely inappropriate for the situation) attention. Additionally, in his usual cruel style, heâll subtly insult and try to humiliate his supposed rival. If youâre in a relationship with Leo, youâll have to love him very much to deal with his behavior.
In Leoâs eyes, itâs obviously nooooo problem at all if other girls get too close to him. After all, heâs a popular influencer and canât neglect his fans. Why would you even think heâd start anything with one of those airheads? If you do somehow let your jealousy show, you can expect to be met with plenty of scorn and mockery on his part.
Leo wonât be able to stop laughing and will call you âstupidâ in the most creative ways more than once. Of course, heâll never show outwardly how cute he actually finds your jealousy. And he certainly wonât change his behavior toward his fans. Bad for business.
However, heâll now start including you in his videos much more frequently to make you feel better. Itâs definitely not because he enjoys showing off his cute girlfriend to everyone and bragging about you. Now, he just has a really good excuse to hide his true intentions behind.
Haru
Haru is usually too busy to worry about something like jealousy. Just like you, he also has his tasks and his daily life, which you can arrange however you like, with whomever you like. Things only get critical if you start spending time with someone else (for whatever reason) thatâs meant for the both of you. The first couple of times, he would take it as normal, but by the third rejection, his attention would be caught. Do you have someone else?
Haru isnât really the type to want to take away anyoneâs freedom. And certainly not yours. But sooner or later, he wonât be able to bear that uncomfortable, gnawing feeling in his chest anymore and will ask you, more or less casually, whatâs going on. Are you lacking something? Did he do something wrong? If you ask him more specifically why heâs asking, heâll calmly explain that he finds it strange that you have less time for him and that heâs worried youâre dissatisfied with him. Since you certainly arenât (and if you are, please bring it up directly â communication is everything in a relationship!), youâll reassure him that thereâs a very good reason for your absence and he doesnât need to worry. Heâll accept any explanation you give with relief because he fully trusts you.
In the reverse situation, Haru will quickly sense your discomfort if you somehow develop jealousy. He may not invest as much time in a relationship as others, but the time he does take for the both of you is used to its fullest. As a result, he gets to know you very well, very quickly, and senses right away when something is wrong. Heâll immediately ask you about it and want to know exactly whatâs bothering you.
If itâs his light flirting with female guests at the Safari Park, heâll do his best to cut it out, even though itâs completely meaningless to him. However, he wonât always succeed entirely because itâs just part of his nature, so please donât hold it against him too much. Whatever else has triggered your jealousy, heâll try to stop doing it from now on, as long as itâs within his control (some circumstances just donât allow certain behaviors to change). At the same time, heâll encourage you to have a bit more self-confidence and stop doubting his feelings for you because theyâre more than genuine. To be sure, though, heâll conspicuously and practically tell everyone just how fantastic his girlfriend is. Absolutely everyone. In every situation. Ren will get tired of hearing it. Towa, on the other hand, will love it. Eventually, everyone on campus will know that you are the great love of the ranger. Youâll also soon read this fact on the new brochures for the Safari Park. Still have doubts?
Towa
Once you enter a relationship with Towa, you are completely devoted to him. You are his dandelion, and he is your Prince Charming. Your love is pure and true, making it unthinkable for anyone to come between you. While Towa wouldnât dream of restricting your time with friends, he wonât tolerate anyone who seems to have more than friendship on their mind.
Towa feels his emotions intensely and is quickly overwhelmed by jealousy once it arises. You'll notice his mood shift instantlyâwhere sunshine was, storm clouds now linger when you and a friend are too close. Heâll wait for you to approach him, but if you bring it up, his anger will flare. Why would you let anyone come so close? Explanations wonât suffice here, and actions must follow to calm him. A little more physical distance between you and your friend will be necessary from now on. Towa dreams of a fairytale romance with his soulmate, and that includes avoiding any outward appearances that could be misunderstood.
On the flip side, itâs rare for Towa to get close to someone else, as he tends to keep people at a distance. Besides, itâs almost unthinkable for him to give much attention to anyone other than his beloved dandelion. His love for you is deep and genuine.
Should the impossible happen, and you feel jealous of someone else, Towa would drop that person in a heartbeat. Everyone besides you (and maybe Haru) is practically irrelevant to him. Heâll have no problem acting in a way that reassures you. âYouâre being silly, dandelion. Youâre the most beautiful flower of them all!â
Ren
Poor guy. Wasnât it painful enough for him to realize his feelings for you and act on them? Now he must also admit that you mean so much to him that even the thought of you leaving him for some brainless dullard drives him insane? Even though you likely wouldnât give him such reason to worry, the thought is hard to avoid. Ren has healthy self-confidence, but at the beginning of your relationship, he canât shake the fear that you might be one of those girls whoâd ditch him for a macho guy at the first chance.
Renâs jealousy is noticeable by how harshly he insults his supposed rival. âWhy are you hanging out with a guy who looks like he sleeps at the gorilla enclosure?â or âAre you sure youâre actually texting with him and not an AI? No way that guy learned how to write.â These are just some of the quips youâll hear. It wonât take much to figure out how Ren is feeling. He wouldnât ask to join you at these meetups or accompany you if you asked. Nor would he ever demand you stop seeing this person; itâs still your life, after all. However, showering him with extra affection wonât hurt, and though it wonât make his mood improve immediately, heâll deeply enjoy your attention. He knows he has to handle his feelings himself, and with time, he will.
Youâre unlikely to feel jealous of anyone in Renâs life, as he tends to avoid most people. If anything, you might get jealous of an online acquaintance he chats with often. Should you bring it up, heâll likely be annoyed since he canât comprehend how someone can feel threatened by a person who isnât physically present.
Heâs not the type to change his behavior just because youâre uncomfortable. He expects the same freedom he gives you. However, heâll (grudgingly and indirectly) assure you that you never need to worry about him being interested in anyone else. After all, youâre his fellow inmate in the prison called Darkwick, and no one could replace you.
Romeo
Romeo is a territorial type who hates when someone tries to intrude on his kingdom. Itâs not pure jealousy driving him to chase off his so-called rival but more so his outrage at someone daring to approach what belongs to him (yes, you belong to him).
However, how he reacts depends heavily on who youâre spending time with. If youâre hanging out with Kaito, Romeo wonât care much since he doesnât see him as a threat. But if your ârivalâ is more elegant and even remotely comparable to Romeoâs beauty, things get dangerous. First, heâll start appearing around you more often, publicly wrapping his arms around you and giving you tender kisses on the cheek. While youâre still trying to figure out whatâs happening, heâll brush your flushed cheek and whisper in your ear about how stunning you look today, all while shooting a triumphant glance at his rival. Not only does he publicly claim you, but he also secures a romantic interlude in his officeâunless, of course, you can resist a jealous Romeo. This scenario could repeat endlessly, but it wouldnât be wise to test Romeoâs patience. One day, your rival might mysteriously disappear. Strange how things happenâŚ
Conversely, Romeo expects you to have enough self-confidence to not let such a petty feeling as jealousy control you (easy for him to say). There will likely be plenty of occasions to make even the most confident person sweat with anxiety. After all, Romeo is incredibly attractive and knows how to use his charm to get what he wants. Who wouldnât be tempted?
If you canât hold back and express your discomfort over his behavior with someone else, youâll initially be met with disbelief and disappointment. Did he really choose a partner so insecure that she thinks the infallible Romeo would ever be in a relationship with someone replaceable? Nonsense. His words might make you feel like heâs dismissing your feelings, telling you to pull yourself together, but his actions will tell a different story. From then on, heâll bring you along to meetings with that person, showing you subtle yet unmistakable affection for everyone to see.
Taiga
It wonât be easy to provoke jealousy in Taiga. Not because heâs incapable of such feelings or because he doesnât care about you, but simply because he hardly takes his eyes off you. Heâs quite the clingy type and takes you practically everywhere he goes. Where would be the time to connect with someone else well enough for Taiga to have any wrong ideas?
However, if you do have enough time to become close friends with another guy, such that you have some (purely platonic) physical contact (a hand on the shoulder is enough), Taiga will quickly become dangerously jealous. Who dares to touch his beloved lucky charm?! This friendship wonât last long, as Taiga will swiftly come up to you, casually drape an arm around you, and with the other, draw his weapon and shamelessly aim it at his rival. âI think itâs time for you to leave.â Even though he says this calmly with a smile on his lips, hardly anyone will miss the seriousness of the situation. Heâll tolerate your complaints about his behavior and wave them off with boredom. But he will do it again if anyone approaches you in that way. His jealousy only flares up with charismatic types; the only exception might be Romeo. With people he perceives as losers, you can remain friends as you like. Donât look at him like that. You chose this relationship for yourself.
In the very unlikely event that you become jealous of someone in Taigaâs vicinity, an (extremely uncomfortable) solution will also quickly present itself. Taiga will notice your jealousy if you react to him in a particular mood. When you tell him the reason, he will laugh loudly and pat your head, visibly amused as he asks if he means so much to you that you become jealous so quickly.
âNo reason to worry, kitty cat, look.â Without hesitation, he pulls out a weapon and aims it at the person who triggered your jealousy. You should really react quickly at this point to prevent something worse. He truly doesnât care about anything except you, and unfortunately, he has no qualms about showing that.
Ritsu
To provoke someone like Ritsu into such a base feeling as jealousy would take quite a lot. He is an extremely pragmatic man who has his own way of handling feelings, which he keeps quite well under control. Moreover, as his chosen one, you must possess certain qualities to even be considered at his side, including loyalty.
So why should Mr. Shinjo even worry that you might fall for another man? After all, you entered into a relationship, and that comes with rulesâlike an invisible contract that you both signed with a kiss. If he has doubts about you, they are likely to be well-foundedâlike obviously more than purely platonic physical contact with another man or blatantly ignoring Ritsu in the presence of certain people. In this case, he will immediately address it and ask for clarification of the matter.
Conversely, it will also be difficult for him to develop jealousy towards someone Ritsu associates with. You know his professional nature too well. So unless you yourself tend toward strong jealousy over trivial matters, you will only be overwhelmed by your feelings in absolutely justified situations.
Ritsu is a good observer and will quickly notice if something is wrong with you. He will directly address it to inquire about the reason for your mood swing. However, he would be a bit disappointed if you didnât bring it up yourself. He will address the problem directly and wonât waste time on the fact that he cannot comprehend your feelings, because the fact is, you have them, and he doesnât want you to feel uncomfortable. Whatever behavior led to your jealousy: he will cease it immediately.
Haku
Haku is not someone who becomes jealous easily, which is why he grants you a lot of freedom. You would have to give someone an unusually large amount of attention to evoke that feeling in Haku. However, he isnât the type of person to directly express his discomfort. Instead, he will endure the feeling and the sight of the two of you for quite some time until he can no longer help but take action.
Nevertheless, he wonât directly address it; instead, he will take care of the problem himself, activating his hunting instinct and increasingly joining you whenever youâre with that particular someone. In doing so, he will try to more or less subtly solidify his status as your boyfriend. A spontaneous kiss on the cheek, his arm around your waist throughout the meeting, the casual question of when he can expect you tonight⌠Yep, heâll manage his emotional chaos on his own. So you can sit back and enjoy this extra attention.
If you are the one who becomes jealous (which is more than understandable considering Hakuâs naturally flirtatious nature), he will quickly notice regardless of how you communicate. Not that he would want to hurt you intentionally, but he will likely find your jealousy quite adorable and will playfully tease you about it. He certainly wonât pass up the chance to annoy you. âWatch out, Iâm meeting a certain lady today who is quite pretty, but she canât even begin to compare to the princess in front of me,â or âI donât know if youâre ready for this, but Iâm seeing that one person today to whom I recently told her hairstyle looks good. But donât worry: I wonât take her home.â Heâll ride that horse for a long time.
But rest assured, Haku only wants whatâs best for you. So to take away any uncertainty, he will present you even more obviously as his beloved girlfriend in public. He wonât suggest it himself, but if you express a desire to meet those individuals who triggered your jealousy, he wonât refuse. After all, he has nothing to hide. However, youâd need to be pretty thick-skinned to endure that meeting, during which Haku will naturally be all over you the whole time to show you that you neednât worry about anyone taking his flirting seriously, as everyone should already know heâs taken.
Subaru
The former Kabuki actor suffers from many insecurities regarding himself. This is likely connected to his somewhat impractical ability that can activate without his active involvement, showing him things that were never meant for his eyes. Despite all circumstances, he has entered into a relationship with you and, given the physical contact youâve likely had, knows pretty much everything about you there is to know. This includes knowing your sincere feelings for him.
Because of this, thereâs hardly any reason for Subaru to develop jealousy. You have your friends and handle them your way. Thatâs absolutely okay for him. The only exception might be strangers who have just appeared and are still difficult for Subaru to assess. In this case, especially charismatic individuals who are also very friendly toward you could provoke some jealousy in him, but he would never show it openly or address it, because, as mentioned: he knows you and trusts you completely. However, you might notice a change in his suddenly much more self-confident and assertive demeanor towards the strangers, indicating what has triggered this character change.
Conversely, Subaru will notice even the slightest change in your mood or behavior and interpret it correctly, so your jealousy wonât remain hidden for long. Being who he is, he wonât stop apologizing, sincerely assuring you that he never intended to evoke those feelings in you. The situation is visibly uncomfortable for him.
Since he takes your feelings very seriously and feels them himself through your physical contact, he will take all necessary measures to nip them in the bud. This includes, of course, assuring you thousands of times that you never have to worry. Heâs far too polite to simply dismiss other people, but he will still behave a bit more distantly towards those individuals.
Zenji
Given his circumstances, Zenji was likely quite difficult to convince to enter into a relationship, so he probably gives you a lot of freedom in how you interact with othersâeven though he, too, can reach his limits. However, he would never expect you to completely devote yourself to him when you still have your whole life ahead of you.
When it comes to the feeling of jealousy in general, he knows it all too well, as he practically feels that biting sensation towards anyone who has the privilege of being physically close to you and feeling your warmth. However, assume that he would never communicate this feeling under any circumstances. He loves you too much and is too at peace with himself and his situation.
We can probably skip the reverse scenario, as besides a few chosen ones, no one can see him anyway. But if Zenji was already that kind of person in life, it stands to reason that someone with the right disposition could quickly become envious of his admirers, with whom he interacts very openly and invitingly, even if he never has any ulterior motives.
Zenji is the definition of a pure soul. If for any reason you were ever in a situation where you became jealous of someone who interacted with him, he would noticeâwhether you show it or not. Without ever bringing it up himself, he would simply cease the behavior that led to your jealousy. For you should never even entertain the idea that anyone could be more interesting to him than his dearly beloved muse.
Rui
Since Rui is someone who could easily steal a girlfriend from one or two guys, he is even more wary of guys of his caliber. Itâs not that he doesnât trust you per se, but he just knows how quickly someone can be tempted when the right buttons are pressed. To make matters worse, Rui isnât really able to defend himself. He canât just take you in his arms to present you as his or stand up to a guy to show dominance. Your relationship is, at best, only known through hearsay. Of course, he will feel unbearably burning jealousy when he sees someone who can touch you so easily while Rui stays in the background. And this type of jealousy is a thousand times worse than the one he literally feels toward anyone who has the privilege of touching you.
In a relationship with Rui, you should be quite careful about how you interact with other men, as Rui finds himself in an extremely vulnerable position that has been exacerbated by your relationship since he suddenly has even more to lose than before. Since he already feels guilty about being in a relationship with you when you should ideally be with someone who can offer you more than he can, he will never openly reveal his feelings to spare you what he considers an inappropriate guilty conscience. Nevertheless, his jealousy will inevitably reflect in his mood and wonât escape your trained eye. When confronted about it, Rui will admit his jealousy but assure you that you donât need to worry about him because you havenât done anything wrong, and itâs solely his problem. At this point, it doesnât really matter how you react, whether you change your behavior towards the person involved or not. Unfortunately, the damage is already done for Rui.
On the other hand, Rui makes a tremendous effort not to give the impression that heâs still acting the same way as before your relationship or even before his curse. However, flirting is just too natural for him, so he canât always suppress it, even if he doesnât really think anything of it. He will quickly realize if he has crossed a line in your eyes and immediately backtrack. He would never hold your jealousy against you, as heâs self-aware enough to admit that it is absolutely justified, even if he would never go too far.
As far as itâs in his power, he will unobtrusively try to communicate to every woman that he is more than happily taken. So, never be too angry with him. He really is doing his best.
Ed
The elegant vampire is not so easily made jealous, especially since you certainly know what kind of dangerous man youâve gotten yourself into. Heâs also a bit too old and experienced to be overwhelmed by such feelings. However, he absolutely will not tolerate attention-seeking and obvious rivals who come a little too close to you.
Letâs be honest: Ed is a drama queen and has no sense of shame. So brace yourself for a performance worthy of an Oscar. âSo you want to abandon your poor, sick lover? You would just leave me to certain death?â While speaking in a dramatic tone, he physically pushes his rival away with his back and throws himself around your neck after letting out some truly serious coughs. âHavenât I given you all my attention and love? Havenât I satisfied you to your utmost delight every single time? What have I done wrong?â Before you can even sink into the ground out of embarrassment, he begins passionately kissing along your neck until he eventually reaches your mouth. If you donât push him away, he will continue this act until you both find yourselves in a rather compromising position in front of everyone present, while he gains access to your mouth with his tongue. If thatâs not one of your kinks, you should definitely reject him and dramatically declare that he is your great love and has absolutely nothing to fear. He will only be satisfied once youâve embarrassed yourselves so thoroughly in front of everyone that no one would ever think of getting too close to his prey girlfriend again. But if weâre being more honest, thatâs definitely better than the scenario where your supposed rival suddenly disappears from campus and is never seen again.
Conversely, Ed loves to flirt for his life. Itâs in his nature to wrap his prey around his finger so they willingly give him whatever he desires. Fortunately, his interest in other people is quite limited, so you will rarely see him interacting with anyone else besides Lyca and Rui. However, if situations do arise that provoke jealousy in you, Ed will definitely notice it immediately. And he will exploit it.
He loves you fiercely. You can be assured of this when he enters into a relationship with you. However, he remains a man who loves exaggeration. So, if he observes changes in your behavior that indicate jealousy, he will ride that feeling until he pushes your patience to the limit, leaving you with no choice but to explode and confront him. Just as in the case where you âmade him jealous,â he will fairly pull the reverse show and swear his sincere love to you in the most emotional way you can imagine, immediately sending the lady (?) he was just with to hell. He will then hope that you will throw yourself around him, just the way he loves it.
Lyca
For Lyca, the concept of a relationship is quite new, and he must first learn to cope with the new emotions that have opened up to him since then and learn to assign individual feelings. This also includes jealousy. However, it is unlikely that it will quickly become a part of his portfolio, as physical contact is something natural for him and merely a sign of affection. He must first understand that this affection can indeed go deeper before he begins to worry about other guys.
Once he learns what distinguishes a relationship from a good friendship, he will indeed feel that uncomfortable tightness in his chest when he sees you with someone (like Ed) who develops in his new definition of appropriateness. Instead of observing or addressing you about it, he will impulsively take action and confront your perceived rival. âHey, why are you so close to her? She already has a boyfriend, got it?!â Despite Lycaâs heated mood, the situation can quickly and calmly be resolved, as he will listen to your explanations and apologize if he has indeed overreacted (which is quite likely at the beginning). After all, he is still learning, and everything takes time.
In the unlikely event that Lyca interacts with girls that provoke jealousy in you, he will only acknowledge your feelings if you openly communicate them. A changed mood will otherwise simply be dismissed as âwomen are just unnecessarily complicated.â
âHuh, why are you thinking such silly thoughts? Look.â He will immediately wrap his arms around you and give you an unexpected kiss on the mouth. âDo you think I would want to do that with someone else?â However, Lyca takes your feelings seriously enough that he will adjust his behavior toward the individuals involved in the future. Whatever has caused your jealousy will now be stamped as âinappropriate in a relationship.â
Yuri
The great and exalted Yuri Isami would never feel such a base emotion as jealousy. Where do you think youâre going?! Itâs not as if he has no experience with relationships and therefore cannot assess what behavior toward others is normal and what isnât. No, no. He has much more important things to do than pay attention to your leisure activities. As if he would care how close that one guy gets to you, how casually he places his hand on your shoulder, or the way he looks at you. As if Yuri would even give a thought to whether heâs coming so close that the guy can smell your delicately fragrant perfume, which Yuri loves, or whether you give that guy the same charming smile you give Yuri every time you finally see each other again after a long, work-filled day. Really. Completely beneath his dignity.
So if he asks you who that dishonorable worm is that youâve been spending so much time with lately or about whom youâve mentioned one too many times in Yuriâs eyes, he only wants to comply with your alleged request that you should get to know each other better and participate more in each otherâs lives. Even the biggest idiot on the planet wouldnât miss the intentions behind his questions, and itâs certainly incredibly tempting to mention that he is definitely the epitome of the jealous boyfriend. But do you really want to do that to this proud man? He would deny it anyway, and dwelling on his obvious questions would probably only lead to a bad atmosphere. Just assure him that the worm is just a worm you like and that no one can compare to your knight in shining armor. But go ahead and enjoy the feeling of having completely captured this manâs heart.
If you ever feel jealous of someone Yuri is involved with, you will need to communicate it directly, as Yuri wonât quickly come to the idea that you are jealous, even if you react to him with obviously poor mood and irritation.
Even though he will feel very flattered when you confess that you are jealous, he unfortunately belongs to the type of person whose self-confidence should not be stroked too much. He will give you a lecture on how silly it is to give in to such a lowly feeling as jealousy and remind you that there is no reason for it. However, if you insist on it, he will pay more attention in the future to how he interacts with other people so that it doesnât provoke negative feelings in you. The positive side of the story is that Yuri will then give you even more attention and become even more romantic. Because in truth, despite all his strictness, he would never want you to feel bad.
Jiro
Many of the feelings that develop in Jiro during your relationship are completely new to him. The fluttering in his chest when youâre together, the goosebumps your touch gives him, the need to feel your whole body against his skin, and also this new discomfort he feels when he sees you with another man. Generally, he doesn't mind if you spend a lot of time with other men, so it takes quite a bit of physical closeness to evoke feelings of jealousy in him.
Jiro is a pragmatic and very straightforward man. When he observes a situation where you get close enough to another person to provoke jealousy in him, he will first carefully watch both you and himself until he is sure that he can't dispel his insecurity on his own. So be prepared for questions later like, âIs there a special reason why youâre so close?â, âAm I no longer evoking romantic feelings in you, so you've reconsidered our relationship?â, âIs it normal to have multiple lovers?â
Since Jiro is quite an attractive man who works with numerous patients, it wonât be uncommon for him to interact closely with them, and some examinations may take a while. He will never think anything of it and will never come to the idea that you might think something of it either. Itâs his job to take care of his patients. Nothing more, nothing less.
The only exception might be if he has experienced jealousy himself beforehand. In that case, he will have taken note of the trigger and will make sure to avoid giving you the same feeling. Therefore, he will closely observe you in this scenario, and at the slightest hint that you might be jealous, he will come to you and directly remind you that you donât need to worry. Even if youâre not actually jealous. If he hasn't experienced jealousy yet, you will need to directly address your feelings with him and probably explain them in detail so that he can understand, which will likely result in a very awkward conversation for you. And no, he wonât really be able to understand it, as he will never see a reason for jealousy from his perspective. Nevertheless, he will then try to avoid the behavior that triggers those uncomfortable feelings in you.
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HIS GIRL - PART 2
Summary: You were always Topperâs girlâuntil Rafe decided you were no longer his.
PART 1 can be read here
Paring: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Strictly 18+ No Minors to Interact
Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Rafe/Reader, Topper/Reader, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Coercive Behaviour, Fingering, Oral (w receiving) Drinking, Graphic Scenes / Smut. Â
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The night air is cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of the house, and you shiver slightly, not noticing Rafe's hand resting against the small of your back. The beach stretches out ahead, dark and quiet, the waves whispering secrets in the distance.
Youâre tipsy, your laughter loose and soft, and he likes the sound of it, the way it fills the dark spaces between his thoughts. He guides you along, each step closer to where he wants you, each step carefully calculated.
âI never figured you for the âwalk on the beachâ type of guy,â you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
âOh, yeah? Whyâs that?â Rafe raises a brow, glancing sideways at you.
âI dunnoâŚâ You laugh lightly, your voice soft and carefree. âYouâre just so⌠serious all the time.â The words spill out easily, weightless from the alcohol. Youâre too distracted, too lost in the rhythm of the waves, to notice how far youâve wandered from the houseâhow isolated the two of you have become.
âSerious, huh?â He lets out a soft chuckle, though thereâs an edge to it. âIs that how you see me?â
You nod without a second thought, swaying as you walk, oblivious to the way his eyes trace every curve of your body, his lips parting slightly as if savoring the thought. You donât notice. You never do.
âTopper says I should set you up with one of my friendsâŚâ
Rafe's jaw tenses. âDoes he now?"
"He just meansâwell, you knowâhe thinks you need someone who could get you to loosen up, smile moreââ
"Someone like you?â The words leave his mouth before he can stop them.
You laugh, stumbling slightly. âI donât know about that. I have my off days like everyone else. But Topper just wants you to be happy. You know, to have what we haveââ
âRiiight,â Rafe drawls, stretching the word, his eyes narrowing as he processes.
Happy. And yet here you are. Alone with him. Laughing, trusting him. Maybe thatâs what truly pushed him over the edge. To prove Topper wrong, to show him that the girl who supposedly "makes him happy" can be taken with a mere glance, a touch, a few choice words.
And now, because of Topper's self-righteous superiority Rafe wasn't going to stop until he turned his world completely upside down.
âBut you know⌠maybe I donât need to set you up after all,â you tease, still unaware, your smile soft and innocent. âI mean, here we are, walking on the beach. I guess you do have a soft side after all. Any girl would be lucky toââ
âCareful,â Rafe cuts in, his arm tightening around you as you stumble again. His hand hovers just above your hip, fingers itching to move lower, to grab a handful of your ass through that little summer dress. But he wonât. Not yet. He can wait a little longer.
"God, that would be so embarrassing, knowing my luck I'd faceplant in the sand," you laugh, your head resting briefly against his shoulder. Rafe inhales, taking in the scent of your hair, his eyes rolling back for a second. Fuck, you smell good. You probably taste better.
âWhere⌠where are we going?â you ask suddenly, your words slurring now, the alcohol making your legs unsteady.
âJust down here,â he says smoothly, his voice dipping low, calm, soothing. Like heâs been here before. Like heâs done this a hundred times. He leads you across the sand, his feet sinking slightly with every step, but he doesnât waver, doesnât falter.
The pier looms ahead, dark and skeletal against the night sky. Its wooden beams stretch out over the water, a perfect place to disappear, to be alone. The shadows underneath are thick, the sound of the waves crashing against the posts is a constant rhythmâdrowning out everything else.
You hesitate, your steps slowing, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your face. âMaybe weâmaybe we should head backâŚâ you whisper, your voice a little shaky now.
âCome on,â Rafe coaxes softly, his voice a smooth, dangerous whisper. âDonât be like that. Have you ever been to the pier at night?" he asks, and you shake your head 'no.'
âWell, youâre gonna like it. Trust me.â
He guides you under the pier, into the darkness where the world seems to fade away. The crashing waves create a steady, rhythmic beat that syncs with the pounding in his chest. Any second now. Any second now.
âHere,â Rafe says, finally stopping near one of the weathered wooden posts staked in dry sand. His hand grips your waist firmly as he gently leans you back against it. The rough wood scrapes against your skin, but you barely notice, too absorbed in the sudden shift in atmosphere.
âWe can chill here for a bit. Just you and me.â His words are spoken with a menacing calm as he looms over you. His hand remains firmly on your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to make it clear heâs not letting go. Heâs not going anywhere.
His eyes lock onto yours, and he sees itâ eyes wide with confusion, the sudden fear mingling with it. It only fuels him more. Fuck, he loves the way your body tenses, the way your breath catches in your throat, that delicious mix of fear and innocence that makes him want to devour you whole.
âWhat⌠what are you doing, Rafeââ Your whisper, barely cutting through the relentless crash of the waves. Itâs a question he has no intention of answering.
Heâs on you in a heartbeat, lips crashing against yours with full force. Demanding rather than pleading, and he revels in the surge of power as he claims your mouth. His tongue darts past your lips, exploring with a possessive hunger, licking and sucking. Utterly Relentless. Ravenous.
He feels your hands pressing weakly against his chest, your fingers trembling in a futile attempt to push him away. Itâs almost comical, the lack of resistance you offer. Your touch is barely there, too weak from the alcohol.
âRafe, no,â you moan as he kisses down your neck and buries his face in your chest inhaling your scent. His hands sliding all over you grabbing and squeezing, making up for all those months, all those month of pinning and watching and fantasying.
"Rafeâstopâ" Your voice is so small, so unsure and hollow, and he fucking loves it. Those tiny, breathless moans, those fleeting flickers of desire in your words even as you say noâitâs all he needs. Itâs the crack heâs been waiting for, the opening that lets him slide in just a little deeper, into your mind, under your skin.
âDonât move,â he says, his voice low and deadly. A promise. A threat, even as he holds your face and kisses you again, his tongue lashing hungrily against yours.
âDo you hear me? Huh? Donât you dare fucking move,â he whispers against your lips, just as he gets down on his knees in front of you.
Naturally, you thrash, trying to push him away. But youâre no match for him, not in your inebriated state. He shoves your back against the post, hard enough to stun you. Hard enough to make you freeze, stock still and shaking.
His hands push up your flimsy dress, desperate to touch and taste what's underneath and he groans when he comes face to face with your pink panties.
His fingers curl around the fabric, pulling them aside at first, exposing you to the cool night air and his ravenous gaze. Your plump pussy lips press against the taut fabric just begging to be kissed. Without hesitation, he leans in, his tongue on you with ruthless hunger.
He groans at your tasteâso fucking sweet, of course you're fucking sweet, just like everything else about youâbut the fabric of your underwear is in the way and it's pissing him off. He doesnât have time to fuck around. He knows Topper is probably looking for you, asking where you've gone and who youâre with. In one sharp motion, he yanks them down, guiding your legs out of them and shoving the damp fabric into his pocket.
His hand immediately hooks around one of your thighs and throws it over his shoulder as he yanks you closer. His tongue plunging inside you with brutal force, the shock of it leaving you gasping.
Rafe watches you closely, sees the way your body tenses, the sharp breath you suck in, the fear that flashes in your eyes. It makes his heart race, adrenaline spiking as he grips you harder, forcing you to stay exactly where he wants you while his mouth gorges on your sweet pussy.
His fingers dig into the globes of your ass, squeezing hard as he works you over, tongue fucking you like a man possessed. Thereâs no tenderness here, no hesitationâjust raw, invasive, primal need. He pushes and pulls you as if he owns you, every thrust of his tongue deep in your cunt, every lick of your clit is a reminder that thereâs no escape. Not now. Not when heâs so fucking close to breaking you.
Suddenly, he replaces his tongue with two thick fingers, driving them deep into you with brutal precision, curling them just in time to see your eyes rolling back, tears kissing your cheeks as a silent scream rips from your throat.
âDon't fight it- Just let it outâLet it all out⌠no one's gonna hear you... Itâs just you and me... just you and me...â
He can feel the heat building inside you, the way your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body betraying you as he takes what he wants, what he knows he deserves. He buries his face again, gluttonous, head thrashing from side to side like a dog with its favorite toyâdetermined to break you.
"No Rafe- no, please-- don't make me-- don't make me--" you whine. Your hands clutch at his head, fingers scratching his scalp, trying desperately to push him off, but it only makes him double down, dragging you over the edge.
âOh Godâ Oh no, please-- oh no, no, no no no no ---â you gasp as your body bucks against him, but he holds you firm, and when you scream, when you finally scream the sound is ripped from the depths of you, piercing over the waves.
Rafe knows itâs not from reliefâbut fucking devastation when you cum, and he loves it. Loves the way you desperately gasp for air, loves the way your body crumples, the way you can barely stay upright, how heâs the source of both your pleasure and despair.
He clings to you, groaning at the feel of your pussy throbbing against his tongue, the soft squelch of your clit pressed against his nose. Youâre cumming so fucking hard that your sweet nectar overflows, running down his chin as if heâs savoring the juiciest of fruits. He greedily follows your every movement, keeping pace with your squirming, taking every last drop, leaving nothing to waste as your sobs of pleasure and anguish drift into the night sky.
His eyes flick up to you, and he could have cum right then and there. You were grinding your delicious pussy against his face, eyes rolled back and mouth open. No longer pushing him away, your fingers held onto the back of his head, pulling him closer, guiding him exactly where you needed him, while tears trailed down your cheeks.
You looked like youâd seen the face of Godâreverent, awe-inspired. It was such a beautiful sight that a part of him wished Topper were there to see.
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PART 3 / STORY MASTERLIST
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thinking about being arlecchino's little accessory... trailing her everywhere around the fatui headquarters all dolled up in perfect white lace <3
now technically you're supposed to be her assistant. but you were so sweet and pretty that she turned you into her personal doll instead.
falling asleep beside her, head on her shoulder when dull harbinger meetings run too long... idk i just love her sm đđđ
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this is what i'm saying oml
dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, power dynamics (she was your superior), collars/leashes, prospective cunnilingus (is that the way to say it?)
wherever arlecchino went, you could never be found straying too far away. always dolled up in some expensive white lace, hanging off her arm like some designer purse.
oh, and if anybody even dared to question who you belonged to, there was a collar around your neck embedded with her signature red gemstones. quite conveniently placed to let everyone know without a doubt you were hers.
of course, you, too, had your humble beginnings. long before you would ever dare to step into her private chambers, you were once her assistant.
unassuming at your own little desk outside her office. you'd file paperwork for her, fetch more ink when she ran out, bring her meals in for her (the kitchen staff often begged you, running off the minute you'd agree), those sorts of menial tasks.
much to her surprise, you turned out to be more competent than she expected. naturally, she had your desk moved inside her office, replacing your old station with someone else. now, she could look at you all day, calling you to her side whenever she pleased.
well, let's face it, who were you to deny her? not because she was your superior, but she was gorgeous. you'd have been a fool not to let her trace her hand up your arm, to gift you with an expensive choker necklace (more of a subtle collar, really), to pull you into her lap.
she couldn't help but admit how cute you were. like a little doll in her lap, looking up at her so sweetly as your hands rested gently on her shoulders.
after that, your old desk in her office went unused. untouched as it sat there while you instead allowed her to dress you up in the finest of lace and silks. short little outfits, made to be revealing to the eye. to her eye. ones to be worn not in the bedroom, but for wherever she pleased.
she often indulged in bringing you to her long meetings as a way to keep herself awake. she liked your warmth pressed against her, how she kept you perched on her thigh.
one hand would be holding up her chin, the other busied with stroking your spine or playing with your hair. sometimes she would straighten up in her seat, gently splaying her hand over your throat, tugging your head back to look up at her.
soft words spoken into your ears, intentionally low and sultry to send a shiver up your spine. all you could do was nod at any request, hearing her shoo everyone out of the room, door closing shut.
her thighs would spread, chair pushed out as she watched you slowly sink to your knees before her. ah, her most favorite sight these days...
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RZ!Michael Myers x Gender neutral Nurse!Reader
Summary: Reader pushes for Michael to have a lunch heâll finish for once
Warnings: None, just fluff :)
700~ words
âIs it really so hard to just give him an extra scoop of mashed potatoes instead of the carrots? I mean, seriously, whatâs the problem?â (Y/N)âs voice rang out, annoyed by the basic lack of caring among the kitchen staff. They really didnât think itâd be so hard to switch out what was on the tray, especially since Michaelâs meal ticket was just like everyone elseâs. The whole point of having meal tickets was so that each patient would receive a meal that they could finish.
âIf he canât suck it up and eat the damn vegetables on the plate, then thatâs not my problem! Iâm not making exceptions just because that freak is a picky eater.â, the kitchen manager spoke with irritation, clearly not willing to budge on the matter. There was a heated glare shared between the two, only to be interrupted by Dr. Loomis before (Y/N) could get more personal with the argument.
â(Y/N), whatâs taking so long on Michaelâs food? You know we serve him first to get him out of the dining room quicker.â Dr. Loomis scolded. He turned his attention to the kitchen manager, asking what the hold up was. âTell me, what is the problem? We are all well aware of what Michael gets like when heâs irritated.â
Piping up to defend Michael and themself, (Y/N) spoke bluntly to get to the point. âAll I asked was why we couldnât switch the mushy carrots that Michael always picks around for a second scoop of mashed potatoes. As a nurse, and especially as his nurse, I need him to start eating the whole tray of food. I really donât see what the issue is, everyone would benefit. Michael gets a tray of food that heâll actually eat all of, I get to chart 100% of the meal eaten, and we get him back to his room without a fuss.â
âWhy should I make an exception for him when it wasnât on the meal ticket to begin with? Itâs not like heâs allergic to the shit! He shouldnât be treated special just because heâs a picky eater.â The kitchen manager argued, still disagreeing with (Y/N). Sighing and ignoring the protests from the kitchen manager, Dr. Loomis gave the go ahead to change Michaelâs meal. And with a satisfied grin, (Y/N) took his tray and headed to his table.
Michael was sitting alone as always, either glaring at people who got to close or simply staring at the table. His posture, though it had always been pretty terrible, looked especially tense today. Today had been one thing after another for him; Prodding from Dr. Loomis, multiple broken crayons and dry markers, a ripped mask, a new patient getting too bold with his personal space, (Y/N) busy with charting instead of sitting with him during free time, more prodding from Dr. Loomis. To put it bluntly, he was not happy. Without much choice but to behave, at least, unless he wanted to get his few privileges taken away, Michael balled his hands up while resting them on the table and he patiently but irritably waited for his food.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar hand setting a tray down in front of him. Without glancing up from the table, he quickly assessed what was on it, already prepared to shovel in the pudding and eat around the carrots. But.. there were no carrots, or any mushy vegetables for that matter. In its place was extra mashed potatoes, and while not exactly the best mashed potatoes heâd ever had, were still far superior to bland carrots with no brown sugar to add to them.
âDo me a favor and eat the whole tray this time, otherwise you might not get this kind of privilege again.â (Y/N)âs voice broke him from his thoughts, and he turned his gaze toward them slightly. Silent as always, Michael showed his appreciation by simply eating the food like he was asked to, starting with the potatoes heâd been gifted instead of the chocolate pudding. When he finished, he was escorted back to his room. When lunch was over and everyone had been escorted back to their designated locations, (Y/N) stayed behind in the dining hall to help clean up. Starting with Michaelâs table, a soft smile spread on their face at the sight of an empty tray.
-A/N-
Waaaaahh my first post! I know itâs a little short, but Iâll get better the more I write >:D I canât wait to write more and get more scenarios out <3
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He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses
Felix Catton x Fem! Reader
You and Felix spend Valentineâs Day together. <3
Smut (lowk filthy) + Fluff
Wc: 2,550
An: Wanted to post this before v day, but i got sidetracked, thankfully pushed it out before the day ended :3
February 14th.
The day of love.
The day to show your special someone how much you care for them.
The day thatâll bring out the joy and excitement out of most, but will also bring out the bitter feelings of some.
Felix has never really favored Valentineâs day. He may be a soft romantic now; a year into your relationship, but before, he was used to hookups that led to his lonesome morning after. Hence why it was so hard for him to ask you out last year on this very day.
He spent hours in different shops; trying to find the perfect gifts for you. Obviously, this process wouldâve gone by quicker if Venetia didnât get distracted by the hundreds of soft stuffed animals every few minutes, and if Farleigh had even went.
âPlease Farleigh! Surely you can help me! You know more about these things than I do!â
âNo can do lover boy, besides, you have Vee going with you.â Farleigh had said with an amused smirk.
After a little more of groveling and begging on Felixâs end, Farleigh still didnât budge. The fact that Felix had said that he wanted to âwooâ you, hadnât helped his case either.
The beaming lights of the shops reflecting off of the bright pinks and reds had Felixâs head starting to ache.
He had settled on getting you a bouquet of red roses, a basket of your favorite snacks, and some other little goodies.
That day when you saw one singular rose on your desk in your english class, the last person you expected to be nervously glancing in your direction was Felix.
After a long, panic-filled conversation with the blubbering boy, you two had finally become official, and Felix swears to this day, that it was the best day of his entire life.
Now, Felix has gotten a bit better at buying gifts for you. He knows you like the back of his tattooed hand. But he canât help but feel nervous to see you this morning. After all, you only have one, one year anniversary with your love.
Felix observed as the other students of Oxford were handing out gifts to their significant others. Felix couldnât help but think about how his presents for you were far more superior to everyone elseâs.
He had been so distracted, that he hadnât noticed you walking up.
You tapped on his shoulder and he had nearly leaped out of his skin.
He quickly realizes who is in front of him, and grips you up like you were light as a feather.
âAngel! Oh my goodness you startled me! Happy anniversary sweet girl!â Felix says grinning, like he was looking at the brightest star in the galaxy.
âHappy anniversary my love,â you return through your giggles.
âHere! Here! Open the gifts I bought for you honey!â Felix rushes out as heâs pushing the bags into your hands.
You jokingly chide him for nearly knocking your things out of your hands, but quickly start digging through one of the bags.
He had given you one of his sweaters, a pair of heels you had been eyeing in town, a few other items, and most importantly, a beautiful ring covered in diamonds.
âSânot an engagement ring, not yet anyways, but a promise ring, because I promise to love you always and forever. Thaâs a bit too cheesy, isnât it? Sorry, I had this whole thing I was going to say but-â
You cut his rambling off with a deep kiss to his rosy lips.
âThank you Felix, I love it with my whole heart, baby.âYou say while pulling away breathlessly.
Felixâs face started to hurt from the constant smiling, but the thought of that flew out the window as he remembered that you had gotten him something.
Felix had practically ripped through the big box you gave him; feeling like he was about to burst at the seems. You smile softly, imagining him with a wagging tail and perked up puppy ears.
You had bought a few articles of clothing, more cologne, a new book that he said he had been interested in reading, and of course, a stunning bracelet, that matched the exact same on dangling on your wrist.
After many more kisses, hugs, and sugary sweet words exchanged between the two of you, you both head to class.
Felix was counting down the minutes until he could see your dazzling face in front of him again. His class felt as if it had been going on for hours, and the fact that he couldnât focus on his lesson for even a few minutes while thinking about you, wasnât helping. His mind was drifting to what he had planned for the two of you later tonight.
You, on the other hand, were on the same boat as Felix.
All that consumed your mind was Felix; youâre sweet, dashing Felix.
Youâre suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your professor, who had agitatedly started lecturing you on the importance of focusing on class.
And finally, after multiple grueling hours, and a heated make-out session in a storage closet, classes for today were over.
Felix suggested that you two go into town, and go on a date to the cafe you both loved. At this point, it was your guysâ cafe; your designated spot, where you both can run away from the world and just enjoy one another.
After spending hours, which seemed like minutes, in the cafe, and throughout town, the two of you settle on going back to your dorm.
Normally, the two of you just go to Felixâs dorm, but his was still somewhat airing out from the smoke session you two had the night prior.
Although, the idea of you two walking through town sounded romantic at the time, you hadnât thought into how long you two would be walking.
ââLex?â You call out softly. Felix immediately turns to you.
âCan you carry me? Mâfeet hurt honey.â You say with a slight pout, to get your point across.
Felix, of course, being the amazing boyfriend he is, quickly picks you up, bridal-style and carries you back.
You ask him multiple times if he was alright carrying you for so long, but after his reassurance and light nip to your nose, your worries are put to rest.
The two of you eventually settle on your bed, and you curl against Felixâs warm body.
âWait, darling, I forgot a few things at my dorm,â Felix rushes out.
âMmm, no âLex, stay with meâ
âItâll only be a minute angel, I promise.â
Felix nearly doesnât have the heart to pull you off of him, but he canât afford to keep you from your final gift for much longer.
He leaves with a quick kiss to your forehead and nose, and goes to retrieve the items from his dorm.
He comes back and spots you sitting up on the bed with what he thinks is nothing, but his shirt on, and strawberries. You had also opted for a can of whipped cream, instead of melted chocolate, because after last time, you didnât want to endure the process of the chocolate staining your white sheets, and hardening as you two tried to use it.
âWhaâs this baby?â Felix says with a smirk as he inches towards you.
You feel his warm, hand on your calf as he reaches you.
âWhat? Did you really think we were going to go without some fun on our anniversary baby?â You say while looking up at him with longing.
âUnwrap your gift, Felix.â
The brunette boy wastes no time in stripping you from his your shirt.
There, he sees, the lacy brown lingerie covering your body; the brown being almost, if not fully, identical to the color of his dark brown irises.
Felix kisses your neck, leaving no area of skin unmarked with purple bruises.
âMm, waitâ He says as he leaves behind a slight strain on saliva on your flesh.
âOh my god Felix, seriously?â You say with slight annoyance.
âRelax. I have something for you.â Felix chides.
Felix pulls out a box, containing a necklace; with his initials on it.
âDâyou like it baby? I think itâll be perfect, thaâway none of those other boys could even think they could have a chance with you.â
âWhy boys, Felix?â You ask slyly, trying to push his buttons a bit.
âI say boys because, my angel..They could never fuck you like I doâŚLike a man.â He says lowly, showcasing the bass in his silky smooth voice.
You let out a whine at this; loving when he gets possessive over you, âput it on me Felix, claim me.â You purr.
He moves your hair out of his way, and puts the necklace around your neck, subtly grinding his hard, pulsing cock against the little fabric you had covering your cunt.
You let out a sigh, as Felix moans lowly in your love-bitten ear.
He then grabs a strawberry and stuffs it gently between your lips, making you bite down on it.
The juices trickle down your chin as he moves the fruit around inside of your mouth. He licks a stripe up from your throat to right below your lips.
He goes back and leaves a bite on your throat, making you tilt you head back with a sharp moan, giving him more access.
Felix kisses you roughly as he grabs the whipped cream. He squirts a line of the sweet cream onto your navel; watching it slowly glide down to your soaked core.
âGodâŚâLex donât tease me,â you whimper meekly.
âBut yâtaste sâsweet, lovie.â Felix says, letting out a giggle that makes your pussy clench.
âOh look at you, mâdirty little thing. Clenchinâ around nothinâ,â Felix says smugly as he kisses down your warm body.
Abruptly, Felix dips down and licks a stripe up your achy cunt.
âFuck âLex!â
Felix grins at your shriek, as he presses sloppy kisses to your clit.
ââŚI thought I told you to stop teasing me baby,â you say, pushing his head down onto your cunt, prompting him to start licking and sucking where you want him to.
Your back arches off the bed as you squeal in ecstasy. You grab Felixâs hair with both hands roughly; he moans at this, which sends shockwaves through your body.
Felix fucks you with his tongue for what feels like hours, sticking his tongue in and out of your pulsing hole.
Felix feels your thighs trembling, making it clear that youâre close to reaching your climax.
Felix removes his mouth with a slick pop and a charming smile, making you cry out.
âWait! Wait no. âLex, whyâd you stop? Baby. Baby please I need it. Put it back please-â
âShhh, angel. Mâgonna give you somethinâ better. Gonna give you this cock. Thaâs what you wanted, right?â Felix says pressing his lips to yours, again, and again.
Felix continues kissing you as he pulls down his pants and boxers, pulling out his stiff dick.
He rubs the tip against your folds, watching his precum drip against your wetness.
âMmm, yâready fâme sweetheart?â
âPlease, please, please âLex. Iâll be so good! So so good, I promise! Please give it to me! I need it!â You shout eagerly.
âGod, you make me feel whole,â Felix says as he slowly pushes his cock into your heat.
âThank you âLex! Thank you! Oh fuck!â
Felix almost immediately starts thrusting in and out of you roughly, opening your legs wider as he plants his feet.
âFuck babe! I swear yâmade fâme. I thank any ân every god thaâ led us to each other, honey.â Felix says with a delicious groan.
âShit! God thatâs it baby. Donât stop!â You say, reaching down to start toying with your clit.
Felix nips at your fingers; having noticed your dainty fingers rubbing circles. Silently ordering you to quit it.
You wrap your legs around his meaty torso tightly as he flicks at your puffy pussy.
âOh! Oâfuck! Right there! Mhm!â Felix feels as if heâs consuming your moans, picking up his already brutal pace to absolutely abuse your cunt. His main goal being to make you squirm in ways only he can.
âUh huh? Yeah yâlike that angel? Feels- oh f-fuck. Feels good doesnâit?â
Felix lets out more deep groans, with the occasional whine.
ââLex. âLex, baby. Mâcumming.â You rush out breathlessly.
âMâright there with yâbaby, mâright here. Just, fuck, wait a second..Wanna come together, beautiful.â Felix says panting.
The only noises to be heard in the somewhat small dorm are the moans and gasps of two passionate lovers, and the squeaks and banging from the plush bed.
In any other scenario, youâd be pressing your hand around your mouth, stressing to Felix about the importance of staying quiet; not wanting to get more noise complaints. But right now, you could barely even think about where you are; focusing only on the circles being rubbed on your glistening cunt, and the feeling of Felixâs warm, almost candle-lit hot limbs touching yours.
Felixâs pace begins to falter, growing sloppier and sloppier with every thrust, showing signs of Felix nearing his blissful end.
âYes! Fuck yes! Come fâme angel, please! Give it tâme! Câmon, yâknow yâcan, here hold mâhand.â Felix says, reaching his clammy hand to your already sweaty one.
âF-fuck! âLex!â
In the span of seconds, the two of you are coming undone together, gripping each otherâs hand so tightly.
You feel your climax shake through your entire body, making you jerk against Felixâs hold, as he tries to keep himself together.
Felix collapses softly next to you with a soft âholy shit,â making sure not to startle you in your hazy state.
He brushes the hair from your moist skin and peppers feather-like kisses onto your face, collarbone, and scalp; helping you calm down from your high.
You look at him bleary eyed, taking account of his wobbly smiles as he tries to catch his breath.
âDoes he ever stop smiling?â You think to yourself.
âHi honey,â Felix whispers.
âHi baby,â you whisper back with a giggle.
âYâso gorgeous, yâknow that, angel?â He says, after softly pulling out and snuggling closer to you with a blanket.
âSo iâve been told,â you say, blinking sleepily.
âWait, sweetheart. Yâcanât sleep yet! I gotta clean you up!â Felix says in a hurry, jumping out from underneath the blanket. He quickly walks over to his desk, which has a pack of wipes on it, and he finds a towel on his dresser.
You fight sleep, as Felix softly wipes you, making sure not to put too much pressure on your already sore cunt.
He sits you up a bit, putting on of his cozy sweatshirts on your frame and gently lays you back down.
He quickly puts a pair of boxers on once he hears your soft whines, begging for him to cuddle you.
He lays down and drapes your body on top of his.
The last thing you feel before drifting off is a sweet kiss being pressed onto your forehead.
âHappy Valentineâs Day lovie..and most importantly, happy one year anniversary.â
feedback always appreciated bb <3
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Yandere King! vs Yandere Emperor! x Empress! Reader Headcanons:
Warning: Mention of murder, kidnapping, harassment, possible abortion attempts, abuse, etc. Yanderes are NOT good couples in real life, and they should not follow these types of illegal practices either. This is only for 18+.
If you met the emperor first, it was probably when he was a prince and you were a princess.
If you met the king first, a similar case could have occurred where it was before inheriting the throne.
While the king is sovereign of simply a kingdom, the emperor is sovereign and full governor of an empire that may be made up of several towns or kingdoms.
On the one hand, the yandere king would only have you as his wife and queen; while the emperor, although he has you as his empress (and therefore, his main wife) would have to be in charge of ruling the imperial harem and fighting against probably palace intrigues.
The yandere king tries to impress you in every way possible because he KNOWS that the emperor is far superior to him in both status and economic, political, social and military power.
What they both have in common is that they DO NOT take no for an answer.
Are you in love with someone else?, both the emperor and the king will pursue they and do everything possible to make they disappear.
If your parents had plans to marry you to the yandere king, the emperor could meet with them and try to convince them that he, having a higher status, is a better choice for you.
If your parents had plans to marry you to the emperor, then the yandere king would do everything he could to make or force your parents to change their minds.
If you marry the king: 10.1 -While the king will be happy to have you, the emperor is devising a plan to invade that kingdom, take ownership of it (if he has not done so before) and in the process kidnap you and take you to his imperial palace. 10.2 -The king, on the other hand, will do his best to keep you out of the sight of the yandere emperor. 10.3 -Once the Yandere Emperor manages to invade the Yandere King's kingdom, he will capture him while he will kidnap you in his palace and force you to be his as he always wanted.
If you marry the emperor: 11.1 -You would be his empress, consort, concubine or even his noble lady. 11.2 -You would have your own mini palace. 11.3 -If you are an empress (which is most likely), you would be highly respected by everyone. 11.4 -During your coronation, the yandere king will have watched you from a distance. He would see how beautiful you were, but with the pain that you were not marrying him, but his enemy. 11.5 -The yandere emperor would take you on a trip to all the towns, kingdoms and tribes that he has in his power. 11.6 -The yandere king upon seeing you would be obliged to greet you like --Greetings to your majesty-- for the yandere emperor, and for you it would be :--Greetings to your highness the empress-- followed by kneeling before you as a way of reverence.
If you get pregnant, regardless of the biological father, the opposing yandere will not like it at all and could very well make you "accidentally" abort. The opposing yandere would even be able to forcibly make you pregnant.
Yes, they would probably be capable of ab#sing you, since they think that only they can be the parents of your children.
In the case of the yandere emperor, if the king dares to curse you for not being his and even try to force himself on you, the emperor could punish him by capturing him, taking away his kingdom and possessions as well as cutting or burning his tongue.
If this is the case of the yandere king, he could declare war on the emperor in your honor, and if he ends up losing, he would flee with you to any unknown place.
Divorce is not an option.
Trying to escape either.
If they know that you love someone else, both of you would be able to kill that someone in any case.
If a yandere found out that you received gifts from the opposing yandere or someone else that they didn't authorize, they would make you throw it away or throw it away themselves.
They would both appreciate any kind of gifts you give them.
A kind smile from you and affectionate words will be enough to make them smile and blush.
They would both protect and care for you. They would also appreciate any kind of care you give them, whether they are sick or not.
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Hashing Out the Hatred for Hoshina
Enemies to Lovers, fluff
Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader
Request from Wattpad: Reader absolutely despises Soshiro and his smug attitude; what will happen when they accidentally get locked in a room together?
Warnings: small mentions of bugs, cussing
âAnother celebration? Weâve been doing a lot of those recently,â you said at the end of your meeting with your superiors in which they announced yet another night of drinks and dinner for everyone in the Third Division. You werenât complaining in the least bitâyou just remembered the days when times like these were few and far between.
âYes, but weâve had much to be proud of lately,â replied Captain Ashiro.
âOr do you disagree with our most esteemed Captain, Platoon Leader L/n?â mused Soshiro Hoshina, your vice captain and source of extreme irritation and headaches each day of work. You hated that man with every fiber of your being. His laid back attitude paired with his propensity to tease people to their wits end bothered you immensely. You couldnât stand the sound of his ferocious laughter, nor the way he would double over with tears in his eyes at anything he deemed remotely funny.
You especially hated when he spoke to you.
You faked a smile, ignoring the anger pooling in your chest at the wicked grin he was sending you. âNot at all, Vice Captain. I look forward to seeing you all later this evening.â
You bowed your head respectfully, signaling your departure. You raced out of the room before you could punch the smirk from Hoshinaâs face.
You looked in the mirror and sighed as you put the finishing touches on your appearance. You always liked to look your best at these celebrations since it was the only time you had the chance to dress a little bit out of protocol. You slid your jacket over your well fitted casual outfit and walked down to where the food and drinks were being distributed. To your dismay, the caterers hadnât begun preparing food yet; they had just shown up! You frowned, glancing at your watch. You looked around to ask one of your peers what was going on, but the only person there wasâ
Ugh. Hoshina.
Youâd rather break all the glasses and walk on them barefoot before engaging in a conversation with that fox eyed, bowl cut idiot. However, the worst case scenario was unfolding before your eyes as he slinked over to you, hands in his pockets and fangs peeking out of his lips in a wide smile.
âYou here to help set up?â he wondered.
You didnât know how to answer. If you said yes, youâd be forced to stay with him and spend too much time next to that thorn in your side. If you said no, youâd look like a total jerk in front of the caterers.
âOf course. I thought it might be a show of good will since my enthusiasm for tonight was questioned earlier,â you told him, referring back to your previous conversation that day. Cue his boisterous laughter and you were already regretting not telling the truth so you could get out of there.
âHere I was, thinking you just hadnât read the email with the change of time,â he howled, wiping tears from his eyes. You groaned internally.
Thatâs what I get for leaving my office early to shower before everyone else.
âMaybe you just wanted to spend some time with me,â he wondered aloud. This time it was you who burst out laughing.
âMe? Want to spend time with you? In your dreams, Hoshina,â you said, picking up a box of cutlery to put out on the table. The catering company workers gave you a grateful nod as they dashed around you and Soshiro, preparing the banquet.
âYouâre much more pleasant in my dreams, L/n. Do you dream about me, too?â he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You picked up a knife and set it down with extra force.
âThose kinds of dreams are called nightmares.â
This time, there was no laugh from Soshiro.
The rest of the setup went by quickly as you and Soshiro worked in a surprising state of silence. When the rest of your peers showed up, you gladly left to sit next to your unit, not wanting to entertain your vice captain any longer. You didnât notice the questioning stares of your underlings as they spied you and Soshiro working suspiciously well together by yourselves; your disdain for the man was well known among the Third Division. Kafka and Kikoru giggled and theorized what that could mean while Reno just shook his head, not wanting to get involved. You, on the other hand, were completely unbothered as you ate and drank to your heartâs content, happy to have such a fulfilling meal after working hard all day and helping with the set up. As the night went on, you felt the temperature of the room go up so you slid your jacket off and placed it under the table.
âWhat were you and L/n doing here before everyone else?â asked Okonogi curiously, making Soshiro almost choke on his food.
âWe both wanted to help set up so we came early,â he replied curtly.
âI see. And how was that?â
He narrowed his eyes. âWhaddya mean by that?â
âI think what Okonogi was getting at was the fact that you two donât like each other,â explained Mina in her typical no nonsense fashion.
âWhich I donât get anyway,â Okonogi piped in.
âEh? Theyâre just⌠too serious. Not my style,â he shrugged. âBesides, someone whose skin is that easy to get under should toughen up. So really, Iâm being a good vice captain and helping them.â
Mina and Okonogi shared a glance and quietly agreed to move the conversation to a different topic.
Soshiro quickly regained his excitable spirit, entering into an easy conversation with his two close comrades when he stopped talking for a moment, seemingly distracted by something. The women looked over to where he was staring and they had to keep from gasping in shock.
He was completely enamored by you.
You had taken off your jacket which showed off your phenomenal outfit, garnering a strong response from both your teammates and your vice captain. Everyone was complimenting you and you thanked them, a kind smile resting on your face. Soshiroâs face went from surprised to visibly bothered, but Mina and Okonogi couldnât figure out why. All of a sudden, he jumped right back into the conversation as if there was no pause in the first place, leaving his friends bewildered by the emotional whiplash.
âAww man! I spilled all over me,â complained Iharu as he furiously wiped himself with a flimsy napkin. The contents of his drink had landed all over the table and the floor, creating a slipping hazard for anyone in the room.
âDonât worry, Iâll go grab some extra napkins from the storage closet,â you told him.
âReally? Youâre the best, Platoon Leader!â he yelled. You smiled, happy to help.
âIâll be right back, okay?â
You stood up and made a beeline for the storage closet, trying to hurry so Iharuâs drink wouldnât leave anything too stained. You left the door to the closet open for extra light as you reached up for the flimsy lightbulb, bathing the small space in a yellow glow.
You scowled as you looked around for the fifth time, still not able to find any napkins.
âHaving trouble?â
You yelped, not expecting to have someone sneak up behind you. You turned around to see Hoshina doubled over in giggles and you were tempted to kick him in his stupid face.
âIâm fine, thank you,â you said between gritted teeth. âNow leave me alone.â
âDoesnât look like youâre fine. One of Japanâs finest canât even find napkins.â
âI know where theyâre supposed to be, but it looks like some air headed idiot put them all the way on the top shelf,â you snarked.
âThat is one thing we can agree on. Those things are always in use, who puts them away so high?â asked Soshiro. You didnât answer him, instead climbing on the shelves to try and reach the much needed paper products.
âIf you fall, I wonât catch you,â Soshiro added.
âIf I fall and you put your hands on me, Iâll make sure you donât leave this closet alive,â you snarled back. Your hands found a good grip on the napkins and you pulled, climbing down with a handful.
âIf youâll excuse me,â you told him, trying to push past him.
Soshiro tapped your shoulder. âUh, L/n?â
âWhat?â you growled, turning around. âI thought I told you not to touch me.â
âI thought you might wanna know thereâs a big bug in those napkins.â
You gulped, bringing your eyes downward. Lo and behold, there was a large, black bug staring back at you from in between the napkins.
âGet the fuck away from me!â you screamed at the poor insect, throwing the napkins out the door of the closet. Soshiro, in his own panicked state, quickly closed the door so the bug didnât make its way back inside to enact revenge. You put your hand to your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart.
âThat was⌠that was good thinking. With the door closing,â you told him.
âOh? Yeah. Uh, thanks.â
Trying to escape the awkward silence, you reached for the door handle, only to find it not budging. You tried again and again, but still, the handle wouldnât move.
âCanât figure out how to open a door either?â teased Soshiro.
âItâs stuck, dumbass.â
âNo way. Let me try.â
You reluctantly stepped out of the way. âBecause youâre so much stronger than me, is that it?â
Soshiro grunted as he tried to shake the handle loose. âIs everything with you some sort of personal attack? Why canât you just relax?â
âDo you think I got this job by relaxing, hm? By laughing it up with my superiors until I got promoted?â you seethed. The door handle, obviously stuck, was ignored by the vice captain who was now dangerously close to your face.
âDo you think thatâs how I got my job? That I didnât work hard every day to prove my worth? I trained just as hard, maybe even harder than you, to get where I am now.â
âHoshina, from the respectable Hoshina family, worked harder than me to get to where we are today. You really are a funny guy.â
He leaned in even closer. âYou donât know anything about me.â
Your voice leaked venom. âAnd you donât know the first thing about me either.â
You were locked in a stare off, neither of you backing down.
âWhy do you hate me so much?â he asked.
âBecause youâre simple minded, overbearing, and much too smug for your own good. Why do you hate me?â
âBecause youâre somber, bookish, and you donât know how to enjoy a good joke.â
You stood there, your breaths mingling in the small confines of the storage closet, and you wondered what in the world was happening to you as you noticed how handsome Hoshina was for the first time.
âGod, you annoy me,â you whispered.
âAnd you mildly irritate me,â he replied. Without thinking, you closed the small gap between you, placing your lips on his. He eagerly reciprocated, kissing you back. You backed off after a second, embarrassed at your actions.
âShit, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have done that-â
âSee? You play by the rules too much,â Soshiro interrupted with a smile; this time, though, it was a sincere one. He leaned back in to connect your lips once more and you completely melted into each other. Your hands gripped at his hair as his made their way to your waist, holding you steady. You were totally lost in each other, nothing but Soshiro filling all of your senses. The passionate kiss lasted a long time, both of you continually going back for more. The only thing that made you pull apart was the sudden squeak of the door and light flooding in to highlight his tousled hair and your swollen lips.
âOh! Platoon Leader! Vice Captain! Iâm sorry, Iâll just take these napkins from the ground! I swear, I didnât see anything!â Kafka stuttered, slapping a hand over his eyes.
âKafka, wait! Check the napkins for a big bug!â you yelled, but it was too late. The bug had made its appearance and Kafka screamed, running into the storage closet and slamming the door behind him.
âKafka,â Soshiro said lowly, âthe door handle is jammed from the inside.â
âNo way, Iâve got this,â said Kafka confidently.
âI donât got this,â he said dejectedly after a few minutes, sliding to the floor. He looked up, pointing between you and Soshiro. âSo⌠are you two a thing now?â
Waiting for Reno to find all of you in the storage closet was the longest ten minutes of your life.
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#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro hoshina fluff#soshiro hoshina#kn8 x reader#kaiju no. 8#kaiju no 8 x reader#enemies to lovers#soshiro hoshina enemies to lovers
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we are or we arenât ~ angst â§âË
ਠৠËâ ~ pairing ~ jude bellingham x reader
summary: Sometimes, you have to be true to yourself even if that means breaking two hearts in the process !
warnings: no happy ending, my sincerest apologies!!
YOUR HEAD WAS in your hands, that nagging feeling of embarrassment pulling on your heart as it inflicted life altering pain like it was nothing. The sound of it pounding against your ears, looking for anyway to escape had you close to explosion.
It was a form of embarrassment you had never felt. Sure, you had tripped and fell in front of masses of people or stuttered while speaking to your superiors but those only kept you awake, searching for a way to make it stop.
This situation had you clawing down metal walls, screaming at the top of your lungs to be heard by no one.
The anger was what stood out the most, however. It was indescribable how this man had been making you feel for months. It engulfed you, flowing through your blue-tinted veins as if it were your own blood.
He had you running in circles around him, clasping at any form of attention he gave you that wasnât to do with the main reason he associated with you. Sure, it had you embarrassed. But after it lingered in your mind for a simple day more than it should have, it turned into relentless rage. Being taken out on everyone but him because you could not tolerate the thought of hurting his feelings.
You could not bare the thought of making him feel the same way he had been making you feel since the very second you met him.
âLook, I did not mean to upset you. If Iâd know this is how youâd react, I wouldnât have said it.â Jude said, digging the hole he had willingly stepped in far deeper than it ever needed to go.
âWhat else could it make me feel Jude?â You scoffed, looking up towards him with a slight grimace.
You had done that weird side-stepping thing with people where you would always end up going in the same direction. You had coughed in a completely silent room. You had taken your dog out for a walk where she had started barking at every living being like crazy.
All moments where you had used the expression worst day of my life. But now, it was no longer an expression. It was an emotion so deeply imprinted inside of you that you could feel it soaring in your bones.
âIâm sorry. So sorry.â The uncertainty in his voice threw knives at you and yet his eyes refused to watch as you bled out directly in front of him.
âWhat for?â You tried, your body standing up only to take a step back from him. The position you had taken on the sofa when walking in making you feel more vulnerable than ever.
Jude paused, reaching his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. A nervous act that you had swiftly caught onto. âFor saying all of that to them. I do not know what I was thinking.â
The silence was deafening, eating not only you alive. It tore you apart limb from limb, taking time between choosing what to go after next.
You knew exactly what he was thinking. A mutual friend had asked if the two of you were dating, something not even you knew the answer too. But Jude did, he was quick to deny the innocent allegation. Explaining that you were just friends and nothing more. And you could do nothing but stand there, eavesdropping on the conversation he was having from afar.
It made each muscle in your body seize, the pain that he had caused not only mental.
âI panicked, it was stupid, and I take accountability for that.â He made an attempt to fill the gap you had previously set between you both. All he needed was a weak hand raise from you to stop in his tracks and you gave him that.
There was not much you could think to say. His weak attempt at an apology like putting a plaster over a gun shot wound. Your heart tightened, feeling everything that he was saying, the shattered pieces of it tearing apart the rest of your body.
Words barrelled against your closed lips, jumbling themselves into sentences that did not even make sense to you. Your gaze drifted towards the hardwood floors that coated much of his house, having falling victim as you stared harshly at them in attempt to not let the tears fall.
Why did you even come here in the first place?
Why would you even get in a car with him? Sitting silently, letting the emotions brew in you like you were creating a mystical potion. That was until he had pointed your silence out, asking sincerely if you were okay.
âI canât keep doing this.â You shook your head, some silly part of you disagreeing with your own feelings but it was far too late to go back. âWe canât.â
âDoing what?â The crack that split his words in half had you allowing the first tears to break free from the prison they had found themselves inside.
âWhatever this situation is! You said it. We are just friends, nothing more,â Each syllable duplicated the anguish you were feeling. âBut then we get back home and then itâs the complete opposite.â
The air that surrounded the both of you was freezing, wrapping you in a not so comforting hug. It circled around the room like a lion encircling its prey.
Finally looking upwards, your eyes met with his brown ones, the pain that filled them so deeply confusing you. Minutes ago, it was the exact opposite. A barrier of some sorts keeping you from seeing what he was actually feeling and now it had finally lowered, you could not help but wish that it had happened sooner.
âI donât-.â He had begun but you were not in the correct state of mind to listen to why he was not ready to be in a relationship for the thousandth time.
âItâs either we are, or we arenât Jude. I am exhausted of being some little toy you can play around with, leave, and then come back when you need a fuck or some comfort.â Your voice was exasperated from all the weight it forced itself to carry, your throat begging for any form of liquids, the tears that were now rhythmically falling down your cheeks not doing enough to complete this request.
âYouâre so much more than that to me, I promise.â Jude stated, taking steps towards you so he could place his hands upon your cheeks, wiping away each singular tear. His forehead fell downwards to meet yours, his eyes closing as he did so.
You paused, cherishing the feelings of his skin against yours for what was the last time. âSo, we arenât then?â
Keeping your eyes open, you awaited an answer. The answer you were bound to get from the very beginning.
âNo! I just-.â His eyes stayed closed as he spoke but your face moving away from his grip had them opening once again, the panic beginning to set in.
Words failed to fall past his open lips, a sense of urgency fuelling his every movement. His hand moved out to grab yours and yet it could not. The ever-growing gap you were putting between the two of you only now hitting you.
âPlease, I just need to figure some stuff out. I want you; I want to scream from the rooftops how much I enjoy being around you. How my mind is filled with thoughts about you every second of the day. I want to be with you.â
âBut.â You finished for him making his shoulders slump in defeat. âTheres always a but with you and even if you want all of that, you have continuously failed to give it to me no matter how much I have asked you to.â
Judeâs head began to shake, refusing to process and accept everything you were finally saying. You were ready to let him go but he was not ready to let that happen.
âI will give it to you and so much more. I know I have failed you, just let me make it right.â His pleads fell upon death ears.
Your legs began to take control of your body, your head not in the right space to be able to make any qualified decisions in this second. They took you out of that monstrous room, guiding you seamlessly through the house using a route you had taken far too many times.
Jude was quick to follow you, calling your name but as your pace quickened, his body froze. He had never felt this type of pain before. So deeply and harshly like a million knives had punctured one particular section of his heart.
His eyes followed you as you opened his front door, the shock that overran his paralyzed body finally giving way to the adrenaline so he could chase after your retreating figure.
But it was far too late, just like everything else he had done with you. With nothing to do but watch, that is exactly what he did. From his doorstep on the cold and windy night, his eyes painfully trained on your car as you drove out of his life.
You had stupidly given your heart to the brown eyed thief and would spending the rest of your life in debt for that.
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I donât know why but I have been thinking about Shalom and Rahu x fem!paradesis (or however you spell it) reader. Like theyâre paired up for missions and stuff đđđ
Here you go, anon! I figure that any Paradeisian that dates Rahu and Shalom is either already doubting Paradeisos or can be radicalized quickly. Also, these headcanons are mostly canon-compliant, but assume two divergences: 1) Rahu has been Shalom's bodyguard for longer than in canon, and 2) Paradeisos suspects something is fucky with Shalom. I spent a lot of time focusing on the pre-relationship, so if you want more, feel free to ask for a continuation!
This is 2.2k words, by the way. So I'm putting it under a cut to respect people's dashes.
Shalom and Rahu x Fem Paradeisos!Reader
When you first get paired with them for missions, theyâre both⌠distant. On their guard.
Shalom is so polite and pleasant with you, itâs eerie. Rahu simply deigns not to talk to you unless you do so first, and when she does speak with you, her responses are short and sharp.
Youâre used to the politics of Paradeisos leaving little room for niceties and frivolity, but these two feel like itâs something else. You canât help but feel that youâre missing something you should really be aware of, but when you look around you, no one else seems to be bothered by it. Not even Shalomâs Schorl. Maybe itâs all in your head?
(You know that it isnât, but what can you do about it?)
Honestly, you have no idea why your superiors keep assigning you with these two. Doesnât Shalom have the entire HUSH system at her disposal, not just Rahu? And thatâs without even mentioning the incredible power of her Schorl. All of it reeks of Paradeisian politics and you canât help but feel like youâre just a pawn in a very intense game of chess with countless dimensions. Well, everyone is, but usually you can ignore the fact and get on with your duties. Not this time.
When your superiors have you report in secret at the end of the first month, youâre sure of it. They ask you all sorts of questions, but all of them relate to one topic â Shalomâs loyalty. It was in question? Youâre baffled. Youâre not privy to the details of her situation, itâs far above your station, but Shalom still never seemed like the type of person whoâd betray Paradeisos. Rahu, maybe⌠but your superiors seemed to care as little for the Hushâs bodyguard as one would care for a slug beneath their boot.
Still, what can you do but answer honestly? Youâve not seen anything strange from either of them that would call their loyalty into question. You have no idea if this is the answer Paradeisos wanted to hear; the official you are speaking to has a completely unreadable expression, as always. He simply takes a few more notes and dismisses you, thanking you for your cooperation.
This continues, and you have to report on Shalom and Rahuâs activities every month. You get the feeling that the pair know why youâre truly here, and thatâs why theyâre so cautious of you. You donât really blame them, as while you donât have any evidence, youâre pretty sure that they must have something to hide. Paradeisos wonât care about mere speculation, though; itâs a blessing in some ways, since the unease youâve been feeling about this whole situation has only grown stronger.
Paradeisos has really fucked up somehow; itâs the only impression you get of the whole thing. Much as it makes you feel like youâre walking directly into the lionâs den, you quickly come to the conclusion that youâll never know peace unless you figure out just what is going on behind the scenes.
Itâs impossible to catch Shalom without her Schorl, and you donât want it reporting on your actions to Paradeisos. Youâre not as valuable to them as the Hush, youâre expendable; if they so much as suspected your betrayal as they did with her, youâd be executed immediately. That left you with only one choice; speaking to Rahu. It was not a thrilling prospect.
Rahu didnât like being in your company at the best of times, so interrupting her during a moment of repose did no favors for her mood. Her dark eyes glowered at you, lips twisted into a frown, almost a snarl. Still, it wouldnât help her temper any more if you just left without saying anything, so you steeled your resolve and forged ahead.
âRahu, sorry to interrupt you like this. I just want to ask you a few questions,â you began, and it wasnât exactly Paradeisian to want to wither under somebodyâs gaze, but the bodyguard looked for all the world like she was imagining one hundred different ways to kill you here and now. âItâs about you and Shalom⌠At the end of each of these past few months, Paradeisos has been asking me strange questions, ones that seem to call Shalomâs loyalty into question, and I wanted to knowââ
You didnât get to finish your sentence before Rahu lunged for you; you could hold your own in combat, but you were no match for a powerful Sinner like Rahu. The struggle could barely be called that, and within moments you were pinned helplessly on the ground, Rahuâs blade a hairâs breadth from your neck, bloody fury making her silver eyes seem to glow. Even as it marked your imminent demise, they were as breathtaking as they were terrifying.
âI knew you were a Paradeisian mole,â she growled, her hot breath tickling your face. âShalom said the best thing to do was keep acting normal, but if youâre getting this nosy, no need to keep you around any longer.â
Her blade pressed into your skin, droplets of blood welling to the surface. You werenât going to survive this â she wouldnât listen to anything you had to say â but you resolved to keep your eyes open and at least face your demise with some degree of dignity.
However, that final blow never came. Instead, you heard the door swinging open, and Shalomâs voice sighed. âDid you two get into a fight? Rahu, let her up. Iâm sure whatever you were arguing about isnât worth killing her over.â
Rahu gave you a venomous look, but obeyed her ladyâs orders, standing up and withdrawing. You were left on the floor, reeling in shock, unable to process what had just happened and instinctively taking Shalomâs offered hand. It was softer than you thought.
âPlease forgive Rahu for her outburst,â Shalom said to you with a smile that almost felt sincere. âSheâs been restless lately. I should have paid better attention to her. Iâll talk with her to make sure this doesnât happen again. May I treat your wound?â
Youâre honestly too shocked to do anything but accept her offer, and she guides you to sit down. Her hands are surgeon-steady as she dabs disinfectant into your wound â a shallow cut, really, it didnât call for this almost-clinical care â and sheâs surprisingly tender about it. Your heart flutters even as you press your lips together to silence a hiss of pain.
That month, the stern-faced official who receives your reports asks you a new question. âSchorl reported that you were attacked by the Hushâs bodyguard. Could you report the incident in more detail? We will eliminate the rogue element if it will prove a threat to your work.â
Your work, more like a threat to Paradeisos. You paused, careful to make it look like you were taking a moment to recall the incident. Without a doubt, this was a test from Shalom. Apparently, she had seen something that she was willing to trust in you, despite everything; she had to have known that what provoked Rahu to almost kill you wasnât just a simple disagreement. Yet, the fact that she dared to issue this test in the first place⌠Surely she knew that you had the power to have her most trustworthy ally killed, right here, right now. Knowing her reputation, that meant only one thing: she was sure youâd cover for her and Rahu.
She was right. You spun a story about how youâd accidentally provoked a spike in Rahuâs Mania, which, in a Sinner as volatile and powerful as her, had quickly led to violence. You were pretty sure this would get Shalom scolded for not disciplining her dog better (you were certain thatâs how Paradeisos viewed Rahu), but that was a mere slap on the wrist compared to the alternative.
When you next returned to Erica Villa, Rahu was waiting for you. You half-expected her to finish the job from last time, seeing as her gaze upon you was still distrustful. At least it wasnât downright venomous anymore. Instead, she just grabbed you by the arm â firmly, but not roughly â and muttered âwe need to talkâ before dragging you into a room and locking it behind her.
Inside this locked room, Rahu admits that Shalomâs loyalty is to nobody but herself, and Rahu will faithfully serve her lady alone until her dying breath. She doesnât know the details, but Shalomâs plan would ultimately undermine both the Underground and Paradeisos. The first thing was undoubtedly a good thing, and you were starting to suspect the second might not be so bad. Apparently, since you hadnât reported the true nature of Rahuâs attack to your superiors, you were seen as a possible ally, trustworthy enough to be privy to Shalomâs designs â âbut if you become a liability, Iâll kill you where you stand,â Rahu added.
You had no intentions of betraying these two, of course, so you accepted the offer so graciously posed to you. Rahu still didnât look like she was entirely happy with the arrangement, but she was willing to yield to Shalomâs judgment. So it was that you began aiding the two properly; Shalom would give orders to Rahu through their special connection, who would then pass them on to you. Paradeisos didnât cease their monitoring of the pair, but didnât seem to be aware that you were no longer serving their interests, which worked out well.
This new arrangement gave you a chance to be closer to Rahu and Shalom, too, and it caused you to notice things youâd never paid attention to before. Rahu was a gruff, scarred soldier, but there was a certain melancholy in her eyes that caused tides of sorrow to swell within your own heart. She protected Shalom, and to an extent, you, so faithfully, but sometimes you couldnât help but feel as if she was the one who needed a guardian⌠and every now and again, it seemed as though Shalom filled that role for her, bringing her a much-needed comfort.
Shalom, on the other hand⌠You started to notice she was not as machine-like as she first appeared. How much of her typical pleasantry was a farce, you didnât know; that was par for the course with Paradeisians. But what she couldnât fake was the warm glow in her eyes when her gaze lingered on Rahu, or the way her touches lasted a moment longer than they needed to when she tended to the bodyguardâs cuts and scrapes (and occasionally more serious wounds). Schorl didnât notice it, perhaps couldnât notice it, but you did. It almost looked like⌠love? But that was impossible, wasnât it? If Rahu and Shalom were in a secret relationship, surely youâd know by now. Surely that was something you could be trusted with? You had to admit, it sounded kind of cute, even if it made your heart twist in an uncomfortable way.
Well, you guessed it wasnât really any of your business. You tried to put it out of mindâŚ
âHuh?â You were sure youâd misheard Rahu. âYou⌠want me to join your relationship?â
Rahu rolled her eyes, but the effect was largely lost due to the pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her ears. âIf you donât want to, just say so, and weâll forget this conversation ever happened.â
Of course, you very much did want to join their relationship, and you accepted with a giddy glee that Paradeisos would surely disapprove of. Good thing theyâd never know.
Dating Shalom and Rahu was⌠interesting. Dating Rahu was definitely the easier part, as far as the traditional image of a relationship went â without Schorlâs 24/7 monitoring, you two were able to steal plenty of private moments in locked rooms. Rahu wasnât much of a talker, so your relationship with her is full of passionate physicality. She kisses you like sheâs drowning and youâre her only source of oxygen, and you often have to remind her not to leave marks in places that are hard to hide. You suspect sheâs compensating for not being able to touch her other girlfriend, and the marks you do permit her to leave tend to last for days, both silent declarations of devotion and territorial claims to spite Paradeisos, even if they would never know.
Schorl made dating Shalom a whole lot harder than you wouldâve liked. You canât say pretty words of adoration or cuddle and kiss each other without landing you both in scalding water that may very well end with you all three of you killed. So, you have to compensate with more subtle acts of love, such as waking up early to make breakfast in bed for the other instead of one of the maids, or finding excuses to pretty much stay glued to one another for âprotectionâ during missions. Itâs not easy, but now that you know how Shalom expresses her love, you are never left in doubt of her feelings.
Despite how difficult the relationship can be at times, youâd never consider breaking up with Shalom and Rahu. Youâre overwhelmingly happy, and you hope every day that Shalomâs labor will soon bear its fruits, and youâll all be free from your yokes â or at the very least, that Paradeisos wonât bring you all crashing back down to earth.
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This Time, It's Different
Dedicated to the only person who will read this, my bestie @minasfwoopyponytail, yall I know I be doin Soshiro all the time, but I got on the Ranpo track cuz we were talking about Ranpo being in our top favs for BSD so I gotta show him some love today (I am so sorry that I bought Chuuya, Dazai, and Akutugawa merch and forgot about you Ranpo my love, this is my apology fic for you).
You were never good at lying.Â
It was inconvenient in almost all aspects of your life, but you never thought your ineptitude would be the reason someone finally fell in love with you.
After many failed attempts at bending the truth, after attempting to tell your aunt you liked the socks she got for your birthday and instead unknowingly wrinkling your nose at them and breaking her heart, after attempting to tell your boss that you were busy and couldnât come to work on a Saturday and when she asked follow up questions about your supposed plans you found yourself flushed and floundering, after attempting to tell your ex that you enjoyed meeting his family but then immediately declining any further interaction with them, after multiple awkward interactions and even more disastrous encounters, you decided to give up on lying. It wasnât for you.
So you resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to tell nothing but the whole, honest truth for the rest of your life. Your lackluster lies may cause catastrophe otherwise.Â
So when you joined up with the Armed Detective Agency, when you rejected Dazaiâs advances by saying, âNo offense Dazai, but Iâm sure you say that to all the ladies, and while Iâm flattered, Iâm not into womanizers,â when you offered methods of stress relief to Kunikida because he âalways looked like the world was ending,â when you asked when Furukawa would be retiring because you were concerned about him âoverworking himself in his old age,â when half the detective agency was against you from your first day, Ranpo Edogawa found himself half in love with you already.Â
Heâd never met a person who didnât -or just couldnât- lie, even among his fellow coworkers, and he was at least intrigued by you if nothing else. He found himself eager to see just how far you were willing to go to continue telling the truth.Â
Going forward, you often found him tagging along on missions with you, peeking over your shoulder while you worked, listening to everything intently, even despite your other coworkers telling you that Ranpo almost never went out of his way to be this personally invested in anything, just because he wanted to hear you talk, to see if you really told everyone everything you thought all the time. And to ask you questions. Lots of questions.Â
Most of them were controversial because he wanted to see if youâd stick to your opinions even if you were in the minority, some of them were philosophical because he wanted to know the way your mind worked, and a few of them were just downright absurd because he was Ranpo.Â
âOkay. So. You want to know if I would divert the trolley to save the lives of five by killing one?â
âYes, and when youâre done with that, do you think that dress makes that girlâs butt look fat?â
âMr. Edogawa, sir, I really donât see how this is relevant to the case.â
âOh itâs relevant, alright. Answer the question, Iâm your superior and I wanna know.â
âUm. Alright. Well clearly it makes more logical sense to sacrifice the life of the one for the good of the many, just mathematically speaking, and yes, that dress is very unappealing on her, I donât know why she went with white.âÂ
âAgreed, the white is hideous, you pass my tests. For now.â
And so this bizarre relationship of yours continued.
Ranpo would wait for you to finish up cases, would wait for you to finish in the bathroom, would wait for you to finish up dinner, just so he could pick your brain, just so he could amuse himself with your answers. But the more time he spent with you, the more his reason changed for spending the time. He was always attentive, had always had a keen eye, but when you were around, it seemed every last bit of his attention had devoted itself to you. He knew how long it took for you to finish going to the bathroom, so -much to your embarrassment- he always knew what you were doing in the bathroom depending on the length of time. He knew how long it took for you to eat and which foods took you longer amounts of time to eat them. He knew when it was your time of the month, he knew what you craved during said time, he knew the way youâd react when he brought you said craving. He knew almost everything about you and it still wasnât enough.Â
One day, he diverted from his usual barrage of insane questions and he started asking about you: what was your favorite food, where were you born, did you have any pets growing up, what did you like to do outside of work? By now, you had gathered from all his previous questions that he was just having fun interrogating you, but you enjoyed talking with him, so you answered all his questions regardless, personal or otherwise. You were unsure how telling him your favorite color was supposed to entertain him the way his usual ridiculous questions did, but you told him it was green anyway. He brought you a bundle of kiwis the next day because he couldnât figure out what else was green to give you. You were unaware of the fruitâs connection to his question about your favorite color but to him, heâd pretty much just asked you out.Â
When you didnât reciprocate his feelings, because you were unaware he had feelings for you, and unaware he had just presented them to you through said kiwis, he pouted for the remainder of the day.
You couldnât figure out why the man who had spent every waking second of your career with the ADA by your side had suddenly started avoiding you. You couldnât figure it out, and it was killing you. Little did he know, you had also started memorizing details about him, and the way his laugh sounded, the way his lips curved into a smile, the way his fingers pushed up his glasses, the way he did anything and everything, the way he said anything and everything had you craving your next interaction before the previous one had even ended. And you couldnât take the silence he had now forced you into. So you went on a hunt for him.
You found him sulking on the rooftop.Â
You plopped down beside him without saying a word and when you could tell he might be preparing to run again, preparing to plunge your relationship into further silence, you handed him a Ramune. He froze. And then he snatched the drink out of your hand like it was just another Tuesday for the two of you.
âYou remembered my favorite flavor, huh? Not too shabby for a second rate detective.â He chugged down the drink.
You laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours. âIf Iâm such a second rate detective, how did I know youâd be on the roof?â
He shrugged. âGot lucky, I guess.â
You bit your lip and for the first time in years, considered lying. But you couldnât do it. âActually, I didnât just âget lucky.â I knew youâd be on the roof. You always come to the roof when youâre upset. I notice more than you think. So tell me- why are you upset?â
He sighed. âYouâre not into me. No oneâs ever into me.â
You blinked. âIâm sorry, what?â
He sighed again, this time more exasperated. âI gave you a gift, but you didnât accept my feelings.â
You blinked again. âThe⌠kiwis?? Ranpo. You always give me gifts. You gave me strawberries during my last period even though Yosano told you to get me chocolate because you know I like fruits better than chocolate. You gave me limited edition tickets to a play that was already sold out because youâd preordered it when you heard me vaguely mention that I liked it. You are always giving me things, and theyâre perfect, and I love it, and I appreciate it, but how was I supposed to know this time was something different?â
He tapped a finger on his chin. âYeah okay fine. I see that now.â
You inched up closer to him. âSo⌠this time is different though?â
He suddenly blushed. âYeah⌠this time itâs different. This time I wanted⌠well I wantedâŚâ
âMe?â
Heâs suddenly quiet and itâs the first time youâve ever seen him like this. Youâve rendered him speechless and itâs impossible not to find it adorable.
You kiss him.
If he was speechless before, now heâs speechless and breathless.
âI just⌠you justâŚso weâre?â
You nod, smiling at him. âYeah. We are.â
âWeâre⌠together?â He squeaks out.
âIâd like us to be.â
He nods vigorously. âI-Iâd like us to be too!â He blurts out.
You kiss him again and this time he savors the feeling of your lips melding with his. This time he kisses you back with fervor, with passion he never knew he could feel. This time, heâs all yours.
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Author's Note: I am too lazy to write a longer fic that delves into their relationship after this, but I did want to write a lil drabble about it, so I will be posting it here.
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Normally, I donât like it when a protagonist is dropped into a new situation and immediately starts taking over. You know the type--they know better, do better, and don't listen to the naysayers who've been banging their heads against the wall all this time. It really annoys me.
But with Cassian Andor, he's somehow able to come in and shake things up in a way that genuinely works. On both Aldhani and Narkina 5, he arrives and quickly becomes indispensable.
On the Aldhani mission, Cassian really does know better in some respects--that's part of the point. He's thrown into a group of rebels with a lot of dedication and certain skills but not a wealth of experience, and his practical knowledge is crucial. Whether it's small details, like how to arrange themselves when posing as Imperial troops, or critical skills, like piloting the freighter to make their escape, he becomes a vital member of the team. However, he doesn't steamroll over everything the others do, and he acknowledges when their ideas/plans are strong, like timing the mission so they can use the Eye as cover.
(It also helps that, at this point, Cassian is more invested in his own survival than in the mission itself. When he puts his foot down and insists on piloting the freighter himself, it's not because he automatically thinks he's the best; it's because he's the only one with experience flying a craft like that, and he feels most comfortable putting his life in his hands rather than someone else's.)
Then there's Narkina 5. Again, Cassian doesn't charge in with a âshut up and listen to meâ attitude, instantly superior to people whoâve been there much longer. Instead, he collaborates. It's not "Cassian Andor's prison escape plan"--it's an effort by a number of people, and he just does everything he can to help flesh it out and refine it.
So much of Narkina 5's structure is designed to divide the inmates, ensuring that they won't band together by instead pitting them against each other. The least productive table gets fried every single shift--someone's success is always someone else's loss. But Cassian forms relationships. At his work table, heâs a natural leader, doing extra work to help Ulaf and giving Taga the credit for a good idea. He shares observations and plans with inmates from other tables, and he never gives up on getting Kino to join their side--no matter how many times Kino tells him to get his mind off escape, he repeats, "How many guards on each level?" He rejects the Empireâs divisions and is working hard to help everyone, not just himself.
The strongest example of this comes in "One Way Out," when Cassian urges Kino to be the one to address the prisoners. He doesn't have to be the one in charge, out front. He doesn't have to be The Leader in order to lead. When something matters to him, he'll gladly work to make it happen, largely behind the scenes and without much credit, giving others the inspiration they need to step up.
If the balance had tipped just a little too far to the other side, Cassian could've been caught up in a trope that irritates me. But as it's written and performed, this quality is one of my favorite things about him. The Rebellion is going to be so lucky to have him.
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