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fierymiasma · 2 years ago

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𐂴 Firewhiskey and Apple Tarts 𐂴 // Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Sebastian is tasked to take a drunk hero of Hogwarts back to her dorm after a wild party in the Slytherin Common Room.

Easier said than done.

Tags: Humor, Fluff, Pining, Drunk Shenanigans, Sebastian being a gentleman, Dorks in Love, Drinking, Drunk Piggy Back rides

Word Count: 3.4k

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The music from the self-playing ghost instruments was enchanted so loud Sebastian could barely hear his own thoughts. The Slytherin common room floor was sticking to his shoes from all the spilled butterbeer and firewhiskey. Sebastian wasn't a stranger to Slytherin House parties. Staring across the common room, he couldn't take his eyes off of the hero of Hogwarts. The moonlight reflecting off the Black Lake illuminated her, shining an ethereal spotlight on the only person who mattered at the party. Jumping, laughing, and swiveling her hips in a poor imitation of a dance, she looked so carefree. It was rare to see such an expression on the Hufflepuff, especially after the horrible events of their 5th year.

Sebastian's expression softened. It was a shame that the party was drawing to its end. She brought a natural light to the dreary common room. He wished he had a couple more hours to memorize every tiny detail of her form. What he wouldn't give to break through the crowd and sweep her off her feet. Show her how a real Slytherin parties.

"Sebastian! Sebastian!" Natty hollered as loudly as possible over the blaring music. She waved Sebastian down, and Sebastian grinned back. Now there was a friend who would always have his back in a fight. "Are you able to escort our friend back home?" Natty asked, knowing full well that Sebastian knew who she was referring to. "I would do it myself but the Gryffindor tower is the complete opposite end of the castle and-"

"And no one can sneak around at night like Sebastian Sallow." Sebastian finished for her. "Of course, I'll make sure she gets tucked into bed."

Natty hovered, a bit nervous. "She's ah, how you say, not very sober right now." She giggled before schooling her expression to a more serious one. "Can I trust you to make sure she can make it back home safe?"

There was a pregnant pause. The quickly developing relationship between Sebastian and his newly acquired friend had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the school. It was obvious to anyone with eyes (or without good eyes Ominis would say) how much that Slytherin boy pined for her.

In light of all this, Sebastian felt somewhat humbled that Natty trusted him enough to entrust him with the task of walking his very inebriated crush home without any foul play. Though Sebastian might not have been as close with Natty as he was with Ominis, he still considered her a good friend. And, the only good Gryffindor worth knowing.

"You needn't worry. She'll be unharmed, except for a pretty wicked hangover. Trust me. You Gryffindors aren't the only ones with chivalry around these parts."

Natty laughed. "Good! Thank you for doing this for me. I truly appreciate it." Natty turned around and waved back to the crowd. "I found Sebastian! He's right here!"

Natty turned to Sebastian, hiccupping a bit before giggling madly. "Well, all I can say is, nkwagaliza emikisa, good luck! She is quite the handful."

Before Sebastian could ask Natty what exactly she meant by that, a very loud presence announced herself.

"Sebastian!" The Hufflepuff in question shouted, throwing her hands in the air. She pushed quite roughly through the crowd, heading straight for the Slytherin in question. "Sebastian! Good evening!"

"It is a good evening now that you're here." Sebastian agreed, wondering exactly how drunk she was. "I believe it is my duty to escort a certain someone to their bed."

She deflated like a Shrivelfig. "Oh…okay, see you later then."

It turns out she was very inebriated. "It's you. You're the someone I'm escorting to bed."

"Oh!" She smiled using all her teeth, then quickly hide them behind her hands, giggling madly. "Why didn't you just say so, silly? This will be great!" She shouted over the music. "It'll just be like our very first night together!"

Several heads turned to look at the pair of them. Sebastian could hear voices whispering behind them. The back of his neck turned red. "Yes, just like our first night where we broke into the restricted section to study and did nothing else slightly interesting or nefarious." The crowd behind them look disappointed. "We need to be just as quiet and sneaky as we were back then. Are you up for the challenge?"

"Yes!" she shouted and jumped on the balls of her feet, only to catch herself on a side table, off kilter with the room spinning.

"Shhhh." Sebastian reminded gently putting a finger to his lips. "Quietly." he whispered.

"ohhh ok….quietly." she whispered back.

Sebastian gently guided her to the entranceway to the Slytherin common room. Waving goodbye to the party patrons, he helped her clumsily climb past the threshold. Sebastian had escorted the Hufflepuff back to her dorms many times, curfew or otherwise, despite her insistence that it was really not needed. He waved his wand around himself as he crouched, casting the disillusionment charm.

She attempted to repeat the movement. She wildly waved her wand before crudely tapping the tip to her forehead.

Nothing happened.

She frowned, attempting to do the charm multiple times, to no success.

Sebastian sighed. Well, this was going to turn out to be a lot harder than it usually was. But, he was a man of his word, and he was looking for a new type of challenge.

"Alright, it's okay just follow my lead." He crept to the corner of the corridor, trying to peak out to watch for any prefects prowling the hallways.

Before giving the all clear, something brushed up against his hand clumsy. He jumped in alarm, disillusionment charm disappearing quickly. He looked down. Oh, she was holding his hand.

"My hands are cold and lonely." She pouted. "Can I hold yours?"

Sebastian couldn't hold back the smirk if he could try. Oh, this was great blackmail fuel when his Hufflepuff returned to her very sober self. "Of course, whatever you need."

In a stroke of luck, they managed to avoid the snitching prefects for a while. Her warm hand never left his as they snuck around the dark shadows of the castle. It was going rather well for a bit before the pair hit yet another roadblock. Her hand was getting heavier in his, almost dragging him down with dead weight.

"Is everything alright?" Sebastian asked, finally taking a look back at the other girl.

She sighed. Her hair was a mess, plastered over her face like a heavy curtain. She seemed unbothered to fix it. Her head bobbed down, as if the weight of holding it up was too much for her. "Nooooo, it's not alright. My feet are tired and this castle is wayyy to big."

Sebastian chuckled. He let go of her hand, much to her displeasure. Bending down, he gestured for her to climb onto his back. It was going to be far easier to carry her.

"Alright. Upsie Daisy." Sebastian said, lifting her into a piggy back ride. Her soft chest was pressed firmly against his broad back. Sebastian flushed, glad she wasn't able to see his facial expression. His arms wrapped under her strong thighs. Her kicking feet dangled against his sides.

She laid her heavy head on his shoulder. Sebastian could feel her hot breath tickle the back on his neck. Now, much closer to her, he could smell the spicy firewhiskey on her breath mingling with her usual honeysuckle perfume. The walls of Hogwarts spun a little. Sebastian could get drunk on that intoxicating scent alone.

His throat felt dry. This might have been a mistake.

"Thanks for the piggy back ride. You're a much better ride than Boffle Loft."

Sebastian frowned. He didn't know any Hogwarts boys with such ridiculous names.

"Who?"

"My broom." She mumbled sleepily into his hot skin. He could feel her lips lightly brush against his skin.

He shivered. This was definitely a mistake. He proceeded to walk. Part of him wanted to get her to her dorm as soon as possible, not knowing how much of this his poor heart could handle.

Another part of him never wanted this night to end.

Situated very comfortably on his back, the Hufflepuff was subdued for a while before her boredom got the better of her. Her face was as close as it has ever been to Sebastian's hair. She had always wanted to touch it ever since they first met. How she yearned to run her fingers through those soft curls. How she wanted to tug at those roots seeing what fun noises she could pull from him. Listening to her most baser thoughts, she boldly patted Sebastian's hair. Wow, it was a lot softer than she anticipated. Sebastian didn't seem to mind. She continued petting his hair, marveling at it.

Sebastian's neck burned hotly. His steps faltered. He hitched her higher up on his back for the umpteenth time. Sebastian's sweaty hands shifted to get a more stable grip on her thighs.

"Everything alright back there?" He tried to ask in his most, 'I'm not affected by this', voice he could muster.

She hummed happily, now tangling her hands through his curls. "My little Puffskein."

Sebastian halted in his tracks. "Puffskein?"

He could feel her sigh, as if disappointed Sebastian wasn't thinking on her level. "You know, your hair? It's so fluffy and cute and curly. Like a Puffskein. I always wanted to play with your hair. I bet it feels exactly like my new Puffskein, all fluffy and sweet."

Oh this was truly too good. She would be mortified when she woke up in the morning.

Sebastian continued his journey, trying not to drop her every time her wandering hands tugged on his hair just right. He stopped walking occasionally to position her more securely since she seemed to take on the bone structure of a kneazle.

"Well, I believe this is your stop." Sebastian stated, silently mourning as he put the drunk girl down.

She frowned, looking up at the wooden barrel that hide the Hufflepuff common room entranceway. "I don't want to go in."

Sebastian blinked. "Don't you want to sleep?"

"Yes, I'm exhausted."

Sebastian patiently explained to her as if she were a five year old. "This is your dorm. This is where your bed is."

She pouted, trying and fumbling to cross her arms before determining that motor skill far too difficult. "I don't like sleeping here."

Sebastian was about to pull his hair out. Why could she had not said that before all of this. "Why?"

She looked at her shoes. "There are three girls to a dorm. And Lenora, Adelaide and the others are nice but I just can't sleep when they're around. I know it's so silly and so stupid. When they're in the same room with me, my head's just a buzz. There's just so much going on. Constantly wondering what they need, if I'm doing anything to upset them, if they like me, or if they just downright just don't tolerate me." She shook her head. "Plus what if the nightmares come back, and I start screaming again? I don't want them to see that. I can't have them see that-" She was starting to breathe a little too shallow and fast for Sebastian's liking. "Oh Merlin, what if they already know? What if they heard one of my nightmares and think I'm a freak and just haven't said anything about it. Hufflepuffs are so nice and polite they probably just haven't bothered to mention it-"

"Stop." Sebastian interrupted, rubbing the Hufflepuff's back, trying to soothe her. "Enough of that nonsense. Breathe." She took a shaky breath. "Be a good girl for me and breathe." She exhaled then took a much deeper breath this time trying to steady herself. "Good, that's it. There is nothing to be ashamed of." No longer annoyed, he straightened her hair, tucking the tangled strands behind her ears so she could finally see him. "Where do you usually sleep?"

"The room of requirement." She mumbled, not looking at Sebastian. "Right next to my plants, and my potions, and my creatures. That's where it's safe."

Something in Sebastian's heart gave a little. He wasn't sure what he was feeling exactly, but he didn't dwell on it. "Well, let's get you there alright?" He searched for her hands, lacing their fingers together. "C'mon, follow me."

Somehow, despite the much greater distance, the journey from the Hufflepuff dorm to the 8th floor of the Astronomy tower was much quicker. Mostly due to the Hufflepuff's subdued behavior.

Opening the Room of Requirements door, he was just glad to see that Deek had already gone to bed. He didn't want anyone but her to see how badly he was falling for her.

There was a dragon's hoard worth of pillows piled up on her four poster bed. Merlin's beard, it nearly touched the top of the canopy. Clumsily, she collapsed on the bed, attempting to undo the intricate laces of her high-heeled boots. Without thinking, Sebastian knelt down on one knee in front of her. He gently reaching for her shoe to untie it, just as he had so many times for Anne. Placing her boot on his thigh, his rough hands started undoing the laces.

For the first time the whole night, her body stood at an absolute standstill. She was quiet, patiently waiting for him to help her get to bed.

Sebastian's hands were firm and so sure as he helped take off her tight uncomfortable shoes. She didn't know why but she quite liked the sight of Sebastian on his knees in front of her. Once her shoes were neatly put together at the bottom of her bed, Sebastian stood back up. She quietly mourned the loss of his closeness.

He summoned the blanket that had been rudely thrown on the floor. He covered her gently with it, making sure she was sufficiently comfortable. Satisfied at a job well done, he turned, looking to find some random furniture of the Room of Requirement to pass out on.

A small hand grabbed the back of his jacket.

"You're not going to join me?" she asked. Her voice soft and innocent.

Oh Merlin, the founders were really testing him tonight. His vow to Natty rang in the back of his mind. Despite every fiber of his being screaming yes, he turned around, gently removing her hippogriff-like talons on him. "No, I'm afraid not. There's a very nice couch that has Sebastian Sallow written all over it."

She frowned before mumbling to herself. "I thought I got rid of that one." She threw herself back onto her pillows, incredibly distraught.

Pulling up the covers so they met her chin, he took one last look at her. Sebastian's eyes soften, as he moved to brush the hair away from her eyes.

"You're not going to kiss me goodnight?" She asked sweetly.

This had to be punishment for all of Sebastian's wicked deeds. He swallowed thickly. Her usual well-groomed braided hair was a completely mess sticking to all the pillows. Her make up had already left probably permanent stains on her pillows. She looked like she took a wrestling match with a giant and somehow won.

She was gorgeous.

"No, I'm afraid I'm pushing it enough as it is."

She looked completely devastated at the rejection. "Is it 'cause you don't like me?"

Well, Sebastian couldn't have the love of his life thinking something as absurd as that. Bending at the waist, Sebastian leaned over to give a light and very quick peck on her forehead. Just like his mother used to do when Sebastian was little.

She erupted into giggles as she retreated under the confines of her blankets. The heavy quilt did nothing to muffle her maniacal laughter. As if she were a niffler who stole a noble's best earrings.

Fuck. That one was probably too far.

Sebastian climbed onto a comfortable couch that the Room of Requirements managed to summon for him. He curled around a pillow that smelled of her perfume, hugging it close to his chest. In the furthest depths of his mind, he wondered if the hero of Hogwarts liked it when someone took care of her. Goodness knows, the Hufflepuff was always doing favors and moving the very heavens for strangers. Someone ought to be looking out for her as well. As he drifted off to sleep, his tired and slightly tipsy mind, clung on to one last thought.

Sebastian Sallow wouldn't mind taking care of her for the rest of his life.

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lehguru · 1 year ago

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LATINO SONGS + ONE PIECE CHARACTERS

latino songs i relate to one piece characters and why!

info: not proofread as always, put spotify links in all of them, open to suggestions if yall want this to b a lil series or sum lol, mentions of stabbing (?)

PORTGAS D.ACE : SOU MUSA DO VERÃO - marshmello, luísa sonza

there's something about this song that makes me think of ace in the most... unhinged way. the main chorus is the thing that really stands out to me, because not only he would look gorgeous in a edit with that, it have the same hot energy that ace exhales. he is the kind of man we would see shirtless and imagine things that become a concern to feminism; and that song is exactly what we all, ace simps, want to say to him.

NAMI : ASSANHADINHA - pocah, mc durrony

nami gives the vibes of someone that does not care, period. she just does what she wants and is not afraid to own it too. i can definitely see this song on her playlist too, not only because of the way she relates to the lyrics, but also the beat itself. another big reason is simply: my girl likes to throw it back, and this is a great song to do it without problem.

NICO ROBIN : PILOTO - flora matos

i put piloto as robin's song, because 1. i ship her with franky; 2. she would totally be the type of person (the 'pilot') that is described in the song. careful? caring? loving? a good person? a scholar? pays attention? courageous? a mate? truthful? a armor bearer? if you need, dangerous? she is all of those things and much more. and that's why she will be forever the woman that holds my heart and she should hold yours too.

SABO : EU VOU COM CARINHO ELA QUER COM FORÇA - mc don juan, mc g15, mc davi

this one i will keep short and simple. a loooong time ago i saw a tiktok that had this song as a "sabo sounds like this" and i couldn't unhear it since (i cant find it again, im sorry); plus the lyrics match very very well. thats it. i cant elaborate further.

USOPP : PAPIN - mc kevin o chris, mc caja

the lyrics say everything i need to say: "fell for my talk, it's over". it's proven over and over again that usopp can lie to people easily, when he wants to. and, after the live action, i can't stop thinking about usopp trying to win you over with a sweet talk, his eyes and voice tone nervous, but so sweet it wins you over. plus, the song weirdly fits his vibe.

SANJI : RITA - tierry

i kinda refuse to explain this one, because it's almost a joke for myself, but i shall translate some of the lyrics (think that he's singing it to you): "oh love, come back. come back, love, and i will forgive the stabbing. oh, love, don't leave me alone, come back and i will pull out the charges."

DRACULE MIHAWK : ME RECLAMA - mambo kingz, dj luian, luigi 21 plus, ozuna

THIS SONG IS SO MIHAWK CODED, IT MAKES ME SICK. he knows he's the best, he always goes to you when you call him and he's not afraid to tell others that it's "not his fault he is the one you call for". his entire persona with this song in the background makes me shake, he would look extremely ethereal with his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and his head tilted – all while his lips are whispering sweet spanish into your ear.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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dirtyspongesoften · 10 months ago

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Slut!

Jumin was a handsome man. He was dashingly handsome, an eligible bachelor, smart, rich. You managed to capture his heart, however the public did not agree with his view on you. But when you're with him, the sticks and stones they throw freeze mid air, because when it's just you and him, nothing else matters.

(If you couldn't tell already this is Taylor swift inspired, I think that in today's social media climate MC would definitely be criticized simply because people were jealous that she has the one thing they wanted, or people would definitely leave hate comments of some sort. But of course, her sweet, gentle, loving husband to be would smooth the creases between her brows and soothe all her worries.)

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Jumin was one of Korea's most famous eligible bachelors, which changed when you waltzed into his life. You seduced him, black mailed him, and had been trained to do this. That was what the media said about you after the news aired the story of Jumin proposing to you at the RFA party. It had been almost a week since then, and the media still did not stop their endless commentary on the event. Of course they did not know what really happened, they thought you were there for money, for fame, for anything besides love. You tried desperately to ignore the comments, but after public outings with your fiance everything only got worse. More people discredited your love, they scrutinized the way you held his hand, the shoes you wore, the makeup applied to your face. It was hard to cope but here, in this moment all of that felt miles away.

The moon was full and high in the sky. It reflected off of his skin and made the pool look ethereal. You sat in Jumin's lap, his soft hands rested at your waist rubbing comforting circles there. He looked beautiful in the moonlight, his nose and dark hair made him look like a prince. You could feel him solid under your fingertips, he was real and he was yours. You whispered and giggled amongst yourselves, sharing kisses and expensive wine while relaxing in the rooftop pool of his penthouse.

“My love, would you like to come to the office tomorrow to have lunch with me? I would love to have you there to give me motivation.” you brushed the strands of wet hair off his forehead and gave him a chaste kiss.

“I would love to babe, it's just..” you trailed off remembering the comments you heard from the women in the bathroom, ‘she's pretty average, probably looks really bad underneath the makeup, she obviously has other assets that attracted him to her if you get what I mean’ they broke out into giggles ‘yeah, she looks like a slut’ another fit of giggles.

Jumin noticed how you went quiet and moved his hands from your waist to delicately cup your cheeks.

“Darling, what's wrong? Please tell me, we can fix whatever it is.” You were hesitant to say anything, out of fear of getting someone in trouble, or making things worse with the media. You quickly smiled at him and hid in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

“Nothing, around what time would you like me to be there?”

“Are you sure? If someone at the office is saying something please tell me. I will take care of it.” Always so protective.

“It's nothing, I promise. Now what time would you like me to be there?”

“Around one, I'll have Mr. Kim come pick you up, are you sure though?”

“Yes Jumin, it's fine no one has said anything, I swear on everything I hold dear” You giggled as gave him a quick kiss and looked back while you sauntered out of the pool to get your towel. He quickly followed behind with the promise of a lovely night.

Around midday the next day you sat in your Pjs still, Jumins side of the bed had long gotten cold and it was just you scrolling through X (formerly twitter). You sat chewing your lip as you read another ridiculous article. You knew they were never good, but some small part of you hoped that someone would write a good article, that could show just even a bit of how much love you and Jumin shared. So sometimes you would stick around and read them, this one was about your age difference. You were 20 and he was 27 although the age gap was not illegal to many it seemed strange, almost predatory on his part, and definitely fetishizing on your part, according to them. When you first fell for each other you didn't consider the seven years between your ages. It was a big talking point for the media unfortunately. Your phone dinged with a notification, snapping you out of your thoughts. Mr. Kim was downstairs waiting and you had been so caught up in the article that you completely lost track of time. You text back a quick apology and explanation before you rush to get ready.

When you arrived to C&R there were a couple of paparazzi already gathered at the door. You felt like sobbing, how did they know about this?

Mr. Kim quickly came by to open your door and shield you from the harsh questions from the reporters and from the dizzying lights of the cameras.

“Mrs. Han, what are you wearing?”

“Mrs. Han, how much do you hope to get out of Jumin Han after your divorce ?” Your heart broke in two pieces.

“Mrs. Han, what do you think about E!News calling you a slut?” Your heart shattered in a million pieces. Tears pooled in your eyes as you walked through the grand glass doors. Jaehee had come down to greet you and as soon as you saw her, you threw yourself in her arms, sobbing.

“What happened, are you alright?” She repeatedly said your name to no avail as tears continued to flow down. She led you to the elevator where she separated herself from you and began to ask questions.

“Do you know who could have possibly sent the paparazzi? What did they say?” After being unsuccessful in her attempts to ask you questions she simply wrapped her arms around you. “You know Mr. Han will have this swiftly handled. I'm sorry this is happening.” The elevator suddenly dinged and you were aware of the fact that you had 5 seconds to make it look like you just hadn't been sobbing. You loved Jumin and the fact that he was so protective of you, but the last thing you needed was him fussing over this, he was already so busy. Your attempts at looking presentable failed and the door opened to reveal Jumin with a soft smile on his face, which quickly warped to worry upon seeing your disheveled state.

“My love, darling, what happened? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” He came to sweep you out of Jaehees arms and swiftly ran his hands on your body. He studied your face as you studied his worried expression.

“Mr. Han, there was paparazzi at the front, I'm assuming it had something to do with that.”

“Thank you Jaehee, you're dismissed.”

Jumin led you into his office, you saw the beautiful layout of food the chef had prepared but none of it seemed appetizing. How could they ask you that? How could they basically wish on the downfall of your marriage before it even happened?

“They asked me how much money I wanted to get out of you after our divorce, Jumin…were not even married, how horrible is that?” your voice came out suddenly, barely above a whisper. He quickly came to wrap his arms around you. His warmth was all around you and for a second everything stopped. You could feel his hair tickle the top of your and the scent of his cologne.

“My beautiful angel, I hate to see you cry like this, it makes my heart ache. Please do not listen to them, I will love you forever.” He brushed a stray tear off of your face. You sniffed and buried yourself into him further. “Let's go home okay? I'll take the rest of the day off.” You barely heard what he was saying as he called Jaehee to tell her that he would be taking the rest of the day off, you were too busy trying to get the paparazzis words out of your head.

When you both arrived home Jumin took your coat and purse and guided you into the bedroom. With soft hands and gentle words of affirmation he helped you into your pjs and into bed. He crawled in behind you, he placed your head on his chest. You could feel and hear his heart beating, through all of the horrible thoughts going through your head about what had happened, his heart beat, steady and true, was the one thing that could cut through the noise. You felt his hands smoothing down your hair. You felt at peace for once this entire day, you felt warm and comforted in his arms.

“You will always be the light of my life, no matter what people say, no matter what they wish for us, my love for you will never change ” You looked up to meet his eyes and saw nothing but adoration in them.

“I know Jumin, you're not the problem, it's what they say. It always gets to me unfortunately, but whenever I'm with you I know it's all worth it.” You warmly smiled up at him. You felt complete and whole, in this moment here. No one could take him from you, No one could take you from him. You could feel him rubbing comforting circles on your back, until you drifted off, feeling wholeheartedly content, that he was to be yours for the rest of eternity and that no matter what people said he would always be coming home to you, and you to him.

#jumin han x reader #jumin han #mysticism #mystic messenger #jumin x mc #mysme jumin

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faebaex · 2 years ago

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Lilia Vanrouge | GN (AFAB) | Getting Drunk on Absinthe Chocolate (SFW or NSFW)

I’ve been eating absinthe chocolate lately and couldn’t help but think about the old man because it’s also called « green fairy chocolate » and I think Lilia would find it cute to see MC getting drunk on chocolate !! (〃ω〃)

500 Follower Valentine Event - Lilia Vanrouge

author note: dasfsgh i can't believe i said these would be short and then i wrote almost 2000 words for this Lilia prompt (*ﾉωﾉ) can you tell my bias is showing?? dear me, this old man won't even come home yet he still won't let me live o(>< )o anyway! happy Valentines Day!!

characters: Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader

You hurriedly packed away your textbooks and stationary as Professor Trein signaled the end of class, throwing them haphazardly in your bag as you pushed back your chair, giving your friends a rushed goodbye before leaving them in your proverbial dust as you rushed through the corridor back to your dorm.

After all, you needed to get ready for tonight!

You'd been excitedly waiting since February began. Today was Valentines Day, and you'd be spending it with your love, Lilia. A sudden onslaught of snow had disturbed your plans, but you'd both agreed to share the evening together, a lowkey event in his bedroom - a meal, maybe a movie, cuddling guaranteed. For some, such low effort may be unappealing on such a hyped up day, but for you, it was perfect.

You reached Ramshackle at record time, careful not to take the door off its hinges in your excitement. Rushing to your bedroom, you hurriedly showered and began to get ready for the night ahead, thankful that you'd chosen your outfit ahead of time. The excited butterflies floating in your stomach had you knowing you'd be fretting now if you hadn't.

Around an hour later, you were ready. Having already left some tuna and a note for Grim, you picked up the hefty giftbag by the door with a smile on your lips and made your way to the Hall of Mirrors to go to the Diasomnia dorm.

Lilia was waiting for you as you crossed through the threshold into the Diasomnia space, immediately greeting you with a bow that made you giggle before looping his arm through yours, leading you onward and inside his dorm, towards his room.

"You look absolutely delightful, my dear." Lilia complimented with a twinkle in your eye, and you felt a bashful flush dust your cheeks despite your grin. "You don't look so bad yourself." You teased back, Lilia shooting you a wistful smile at your banter. You reached Lilia's room, and he stopped purposefully outside the door. You shot him a confused look at his sudden pause, but he turned to you and gave you a mischievous smile.

"Now close your eyes, and I'll lead you." Lilia instructed, and you raised an eyebrow at the request. "O-okay..." You agreed, closing your eyes as requested, only to stiffen with a chill up your spine as you felt a puff of air ghost your ear, "and no peeking, because I'll know..." Lilia purred, and a blush erupted over your cheeks as you blindly attempted to bat him away, but of course missing. "Lilia!" You chastised, not without a smile on your face, only hearing Lilia's signature laugh as he gently grabbed your free hand and began leading you forward. You heard the creak of his door opening and you being led forward again, before the soft click of the door being shut sounded behind you.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

You opened your eyes and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You would have done a double take, to check that you were actually in Lilia's room if you weren't so taken by the wonderous sight in front of you. Lilia's room was entirely transformed, all furniture pushed aside so a large blanket could lay on the floor, loaded with a picnic basket and all essentials. But the most wonderous sight was above, for the ceiling was transformed to look like the night sky, stars twinkling and shining above akin to the clearest of nights. Ethereal light bathed the room, courtesy of several will-o'-wisps that floated carefree around the room, finishing the aesthetic and pulling the room together to look like a magnificent dreamscape.

"Lilia..." You let out the puff of air that you didn't realise that you were holding, the beautiful scenery around you making you almost lose your words, "... I... You... This is..." You felt arms curl around your waist as Lilia hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, "I trust its to your liking?"

"Lilia this is... Amazing... How did you manage to do this..? You set this up all by yourself?" You turned to face him as you spoke, Lilia's arms loosening around you to allow the movement. He smiled once he could see your face, the smile maybe just a hint smug as he gazed at you, "isn't it wonderful what a little magic could do? My, one would even say such a display deserves a little kiss." If you weren't so shocked by the scenery around you, you'd have teased him for making such a remark, but instead you simply leaned and placed a small kiss upon his lips, his eyes lidding and expression becoming much more smug at how compliant you were.

"Mm... Come now, my dear. Your picnic awaits." Lilia guided you over to the blanket, you carefully dodging a passing will-o'-wisp, not wanting to disrupt it lest it spook. Lilia chuckled indulgently at your display, taking a seat on the blanket and patting the spot beside him. You carefully lowered yourself down beside Lilia, placing the giftbag beside you mindlessly. The rustling of the paper finally brought the bag to Lilia's notice, and he tilted his head towards it, "oho. Might that be a gift for me?" His question was finally enough to break you from your spellbound-like state, and you grinned, pulling the bag into your lap and then passing the handle to Lilia. He took it, his fingers brushing against yours in what you would swear was a deliberate gesture before pulling the bag into his own lap and reaching a hand inside.

"Oho, now how did you know I had a particular liking to these?" Lilia hummed, pulling an almost comically large sized box of chocolates from the giftbag. You smiled almost conspiratorially, leaning towards him as he laid the chocolate box across his lap, "Sam told me those chocolates are also known in some places as 'green fairy chocolates', and it reminded me of you instantly, so I had to get them. And," you stuck you tongue out cheekily, "I thought it was cute that the box was almost as tall as you."

Lilia scoffed at your words, a glimmer in his eyes that you couldn't discern as he smirked at you, "careful, you never know when I'm due a growth spurt." Lilia slid the box of chocolates off of his lap to join the rest of the picnic before he grabbed your wrist to haul you onto his lap in a way that had you straddling him. "Well, now it's time for your gift."

Lilia fished into his pocked before bringing out a small, cube box. He placed it gently in your hands, and you were hesitant to open it. "Lilia..." You began, only for his to jostle your hips from side to side to stop you. "Just open it." He said firmly, and you looked at him reproachfully before carefully opening the box.

Inside, imbedded on a simple velvet cushion, was a ring. Only a simple glance at it would confirm that it fit Lilia's cutesy style impeccably. The ring was chunky in style, reminding you of rings you'd see being styled in decora fashion. A cute depiction of a bat adorned the middle of the ring, with small gems forming a circle around it. Despite its cutesy style, you could tell from closer inspection that this ring was not cheap - which broke your Valentines rule.

"Lilia, we set a price limit and this is definitely above the price limit!" You scolded, and Lilia only smiled with an air of faux innocent beneath you, "and who told you that? I don't recall there being a price tag anywhere." He sang and you began to pout, only for him to take the ring from the box and present it to you, "allow me to do the honour?"

You felt your cheeks flush again, feeling suddenly bashful as you presented your right hand for him to slip the ring onto your finger. He tutted, but slipped the ring onto your fourth finger all the same, the fit perfect. "A shame, if only you had presented your left hand..." You lightly slapped his shoulder at his outrageous comment and he chuckled, squeezing your hips before giving you a pat.

"Let's feast, shall we?"

You were laying on the blanket, staring up at the starry sky above you. It had amazed you greatly when you saw the first shooting star rocket across the ceiling, prompting both you and Lilia to lay side by side and stargaze together. You mind felt a little fuzzy but you couldn't quite pinpoint why. Your heart felt warm, but so did your cheeks, and the urge to smile and giggle was almost overwhelming.

You reached out and grabbed another green fairy chocolate, taking a bite out of it and tasting the sweetness with the unmistakable hit of licorice. You suddenly giggled, giving into the urge that had nagged at your cheeks for awhile now, and pointed up at the ceiling, "hey, that cluster of bats there kind of looks like stars."

Lilia rolled over so he was facing you, propping his face up on his hand as he stared at you with unconcealed amusement. "Hm, would you like to try that again, dear?" You rolled your head towards him, squinting as you tried to figure out what he meant. Eventually, it dawned upon you and you covered your mouth as fresh giggles sputtered forth. "Oops."

Lilia smiled indulgently at you before propping himself so he could lean over you. "Perhaps you should ease up on the chocolate, love." As he spoke, he leaned his mouth towards the half chocolate that you still held between your fingers, but you defiantly popped the rest of the chocolate in your mouth before his lips could reach it. He pouted at your action, settling to press a chaste kiss to your fingertips instead, "so disobedient." He purred, his gaze heavy lidded as he chased your hand as you tried to reach for another chocolate, eventually lacing his fingers through yours to stop you from grabbing another chocolate.

"Do you know what are in these, love?" He teased, his thumb gently stroking along your finger in a loving gesture. You hummed, feigning as though you were actually thinking about his question, before giving him a bubbly smile, "chocolate?" you said, not realising how slurred your words sounded as they fell from your lips. Lilia clicked his tongue, yet his indulgent smile did not change as he shifted his weight so that he could properly straddle you, a knee planted either side of your hips.

"Oh dear," he sighed, looming over you and stroking his free hand gently over the flush of your cheeks, you leaning into his cool touch as it ghosted down your cheek towards your chin, "I should have kept a better eye on you. But I must say, it is so cute that just a few chocolates have got you into this state... What an unexpected gift..."

You pouted at his words, your mind too fuzzy to do much else, much lest fuss about whether his words actually bothered you or not. Lilia took in your expression with heavily lidded eyes, his crimson gaze burning into you as he tilted up your chin.

"No need to pout, my love. I'll give you as many kisses as you desire..."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n #lilia vanrouge x y/n

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idontwantotsayimgodbut · 2 years ago

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"you're blushing like a rose", simeon/mc

she’s my rose

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cw: oral (fem receiving), simeon x afab!reader, smut, fluff

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You’re sitting on the edge of your bed as Simeon’s on his knees in front of you. He places his hands on your soft thighs, looking up at you, as you look away from his gaze.

“Oh love you’re blushing like a rose”, he said, softly. He takes one of his hands placed on your things and brings it to cup your face. “Won’t you look at me mc?”, hesitantly, you look down at the ethereal man in front of you and bite your lip. He’s running his fingers up and down your inner thighs, ever so slightly touching your core and pulling away.

“S- Simeon please don’t tease me”, you whined out. He smirked up at you and sighed, “ I suppose I’ve kept you waiting for long enough, let me indulge you my princess.” And with that he swiftly moved your panties to the side, and slid a finger in, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

“ You’re so wet for me”, Simeon mused. He kept lazily fingering you until he heard you whine for more, and that’s when he started lapping at your pussy like a starved animal. “ you’re a-ah! s-so gooood,” you moaned out, causing him to chuckle.

He ducked in your clit while scissoring your insides, he could feel you getting closer. “Cmon sweet girl, give it to me, you can do it I know you can,” he said, egging you on. That’s when Simeon felt your walls clamp down on his digits and panted and shook your body.

Simeon pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, the sight making you blush . “You taste divine, as always.”

He got up from his knees and kissed your lips, passionately. “ I love you Simeon,” you said with love in your eyes.

“I love you too, my rose.”

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a/n: anon this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it! i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much for reading !

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #smut #obey me fluff #fluff #obey me simeon #simeon smut #simeon x y/n

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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AUBURN HELP I LOVE DAZAI!!

like he's so gentle and really really nice towards the MC!! he's so caring bc you never know why he's annoying the heck out of you until you realize later on that he was distracting you from your dark thoughts...I LOVE HIM

i'm so tempted to write for ikevamp rn but idk about the rest of the characters and i'm scared it'll just turn out to be their stereotypical personality and not who they TRULY are

can you pls give him a brief description of each? like their traits and things?

I LOVE YOU MUAH <3

love your new theme also!!

~ siren

HGFSADHG WHY WOULD I HELP IT SOUNDS LIEK A GOOD THING ^^ YOU SOUND LIEK YORUE HAVING FUN !!!!! and im totally here for you writing ikevamp AAAAAAAAA THAT SOUNDS SO FUN WE COULD BOUNCE IDEAS OFF EACH OTEHR AND EVERYTHING SHAKING U AROUNDDDDDD JSHSGDHAS

i actually took notes about what i think about the characters but i have to warn you i know nothing about leonardo, jean, vlad, and faust so i wont be able to provide a decent description ^^ IF ANYONE LIKES THOSE CHARACTERS (manifesting henry for faust) and wants to add to this please!! do so!!!

napoleon - kind, good head on his shoulders, mature, very wise; gives sound advice, very safe presence.

mozart - prickly at first but turns soft, very talented, protective,m very respectful of boundaries.

arthur (aka doyle which is a nickname me nd dove call him bc he annoys us AHSGDF) - can be very sweet but usually plays it off with weird flirts? dont,,, know what consent is from what i can tell. hes a good speaker but im guessing he has a lot fo emotional vulnerability problems.

vincent - AN ANGEL. HES SO PRECIOUS/. hes very sweet, kind, very warm presence, gentle, considerate, friendly, hes literallys o gorgeous i wnat to hold his face and cherish every skin cell on his body. its insane. hes ethereal.

theo - he calls the mc a dog a lot,,, i think its teasing but its,,,,, very weird,,,,,,, anyways!! he seems liek a very hard worker and he cares a lot for his brother vincent ^^

isaac - IF VINCENT IS PERFECT HES PERFECT X2 but thats. very baised of me. ANYWAYS. hes a little awjward and standoffish at firstm but when you get him to open up he tries to protect your with his LIFE. hes very kind, very sweet, great with children, a bit hesitant when initiating any form of affection, he just wants the best for the mc and will sacrafice his own happiness to make sure she gets it.

dazai - i mean yorue already playing dazai's route but from what ive seen he looks out for people a lot and is very emotionally aware of the people he surrounds himself with.

shakespeare - hes kinda sketchy but i believe in him. very poetic,, he talks like the actual shakespeare wrote if that makes sense. he seems kind and reliable but im at. a very shakey (heehee) part in his route rn so i'll get back to you on that LMAO

comte - HES SO KIND,.,.,. he likes to spoil the mc which is both very sweet and very sad at the same time :C he has a very soothing presence imo and knows how to lead people.

sebastian - stoic my ASS hes literally SO dramatic. hes a bit of a history freak. i think that regardless of whose route you take, he grows to care a lot for you and will throw a FIT if you think about leaving the mansion. hes calm,,, collected,,,,, yk classic butler type

charles - hes a babygirl character. he craves love so much he would hurt himself for it and i think he kind of,,, i know how to put this into words but he gives a LOT to other people without really getting anything back?? except for like, physical touch???? he works very hard for the people he loves and is touch starved but yk precious!!

#🌙! siren #I HOPE THIS HELPED AJSGHDFAHS #auburn talks ikevamp <3

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asprinbrews · 2 years ago

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Three-eyed god x MC [comfort]

TW: mentions of self-harm, depression, light irrationality.

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This is my first lil fic on here 🗿whoopsie

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I felt sick. Despite every ounce of logic within me screaming, I was taken over by a sort of animalistic instinct that I couldn’t ignore. A little voice that called my fingernails to my palms, and ultimately my soul to the night.

I could have died then. The void inside me was insatiable, only calling for pain.

I grinned like mad.

And biting back those chuckles I felt the cool wind of the night sweep me into the creek. It was as though every time I blinked I was in a new place. Feeling the thorns of the dead tear a new hole in my skin. It felt so good.

Stinging my blooming legs came cold, dirty laps of creekwater, finally stopping me. I breathed, turning towards our local ‘crack tunnel.’ An open pipe big enough to skateboard, or even live in. But one single thing drew me robotically closer. The void.

This deep pain that tore away at my insides sat here. I desired to cover my body in that darkness.

With dragging steps I did so, coolness engulfing me.

Skin sore, bones brittle from the pure emotional abuse it’d endured under myself. I zombie-walked further without looking back. I intensely craved the cold shadow. It surrounded me already, but I wanted more.

My cracked skin wailed.

More.

Eyelids swollen shut.

More.

The whole world behind me.

More.

The tunnel was never ending, yet still not for a moment did I forget my grief. That’s what I deserve, for throwing myself to the void with reckless abandon.

And hour after hour, my shoulders shook. Tears flowed down my sore cheeks like steady faucets. Drip. Drip. Drip.

What exactly was I hoping to find here…?

As I thought this I fell forward into a texture I’d never felt before. Ethereal, soft.

A pair of hands grazed my shoulders.

“What a wonder has wandered so far deep into my caverns…”

Rumbling softly and resonating seemingly from all around came the deep call of a monster.

That’s right. Was I looking for an end to this?

“Skin so pale… and… my goodness!”

His large hands grasped my forearms and I heard a faint inhale. “Injuries…”

That word sent a death-rattle through my body. That’s right…

I did that.

My morbid thoughts fought the guilt that came with this realization; how cowardly.

How cowardly, I repeated as I began to spiral once again. Even the slightest touch cracking my heart and letting it spill into the arms of this stranger. Was it always this easy? Our bodies sunk to the ground, or rather, he brought mine gently down with his.

“Your soul is leaking from these wounds here… I am unsure how much you have lost, but…”

“I can still see that light in your eyes. It is distant, but I have hope for you.”

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I sunk beneath cushiony sheets, my arms analyzed then fully cupped within his many hands. As a warm feeling soothed the cuts I almost felt like crying. He had no idea.

“You must’ve gotten injured in the mortal realm… I apologize, small one. I have not seen anyone in the area since I was your age.” He chuckled softly, “and that was eons ago.”

“Still,” he said, encasing my hands with two of his own, “I am beyond grateful to have you. Where are your parents?”

I thought about lying to him, saying some excuse so I could be on my way, but… where would I even go?

“I don’t have any.” I said this and watched his three eyes widen in shock. They had no pupils but were strangely readable. “I’m sorry, small one.”

“It’s- no, it’s okay, technically I’m old enough to be on my own.” I quickly followed up to try and get the pain in his eyes to go away. “So you don’t really need to….” But he set his hands on my shoulders, “…worry…” I trailed off.

Silence passed between us. He only stared at me with those pearly white eyes as his brow furrowed. Searching for something but not finding it. “You truly have no parents.” He exhaled as though he’d seen something he didn’t believe.

“Darling… it must have been so difficult.” The beast’s voice cooed, taking me completely off guard. “Ah- don’t make that strange face, what’s the matter?”

I couldn’t stop myself from jolting, slapping my face in my hands. Warm. I stammered, “I- hey well… thanks but… but well I er… I don’t need… your sympathy.” My words came out a whole lot sharper than I’d meant them to, but before I could explain myself several arms slithered around my body from behind. He’d pressed his cool face against my head. “Oh I know, you are so very strong. You did well.”

Flabbergasted. A slurry of curses, apologies, words, and guttural noises escaped my boiling face and fell deaf upon him. Only pulling me in further until the only part of me exposed to the air was my nose. It didn’t take long for my words to become faint and there wasn’t any point to complaining anymore.

“There we are…nice and calm.” He muttered, “Is that not better?”

The beast swept me up within his robes, tucking blankets snug around my cradled body. A contented hum escaped his lips. “Now then, small one… I am Aurelius.” He said, lavender skin sparkling like the gems above us, “I’ve decided to keep you.”

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#monster lover #deityxreader #fanfic #creative writing #comfort #implied s/h #s/h comfort #romance fiction #comfort fic

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arcanadreams · 3 years ago

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Water Fights with the OM Bros

it’s 90 degrees outside at my place and you know what that means!!! water fight headcanons because I refuse to go outside in the heat in real life asdhgskjdgks

once again i’m only doing the brothers bc i do not trust myself with the dateables just yet lmao

Lucifer:

Literally only agrees to join because you’re so excited about it.

“...If it makes you happy, MC,” are his exact words. Simp.

You did agree to make the game have no points though, to keep things from getting competitive. Both at the advice of Lucifer and because you knew he would not join if there was any chance he could lose. (Also because Satan is a menace but we’ll get to that later.)

When all the brothers are gathered he suggests everyone pairs up into teams.

“You’re only saying that so you can cozy with M-” Asmo tries to say before being sprayed in the face with water.

“My hair!” “Oh, look at that. I suppose the game has started,” Lucifer hides his water gun behind his legs, but he can’t hide the shit eating grin on his face.

He takes your hand with a “Come along, MC,” and leads you away as everyone splits up.

You two make a surprisingly good team for this sort of thing! He knows the gardens well and also knows where each of his brothers is likely to go. You are quite skilled water water guns and balloons. He’s basically the brains and you’re the brawn.

He snatches a few kisses now and then when you look back at him excitedly after smacking one of his brothers with a balloon. You’re just so cute!

When everyone is all tuckered out and goes off to shower and whatever, Lucifer hangs back with you to thank you for organizing everything. With a kiss to the back of your hand, he says, “I’ll admit, I was...skeptical, at first. But, as usual, you brought my brothers together in a way I haven’t seen in a long while. Thank you, MC.”

Mammon:

“I’m MC’s first man, so I get to team with them!” “You’re also literally my boyfriend, but okay hun.” Cue Mammon blushing beet red at the nickname and muttering at you not to call him that in front of his brothers. (He doesn’t mean it; he loves that they know you’re his and vice versa.)

Strategically, the two of you are the absolute worst. But that’s because you’re both just there to have fun!

And have fun you do! You actually get in quite a few fun chases with Levi! He’s probably the most into the water fight out of everyone, the three of you are just running around the gardens pelting each other with balloons. It’s super cute.

Mammon is absolutely the type to yell “I’ll avenge you, MC!” every single time you get sprayed.

Eventually, you and Mammon follow Levi’s advice and start hiding in places to catch some of the other brothers by surprise. Which would be fine if Mammon didn’t blush super hard and start grumbling because of how close together you were when kneeling behind the garden wall.

You roll your eyes and surge forward to kiss him. He’s so shocked he has no idea what to do with his hands at first. But, after a second of pause, his water gun falls to the ground with a clatter and he wraps his arms around you.

“Get a room,” Is all the two of you hear before Belphie dumps a whole ass bucket of water on your heads. Mammon growls and jumps up to get the youngest before Beel can scoop him up, but you grab his hand and stop him.

You’re laughing super hard, and the sun is shining on your hair. You almost look like you have a halo...Mammon gives up the chase before it even starts because his MC is simply ethereal.

“Mammon!” You smile brilliantly at him when you finally stop laughing. “I kissed you to keep you quiet! And then you managed to make even more noise!”

He just hugs you then so you can’t see his blushing face. Stupid lovely human making fun of him. (He likes it, though.)

Leviathan:

This boy is literally the MOST excited when you tell him your idea. He was in on it from the very start.

He actually helped you get all the supplies! He opens his Akuzon account right away and starts showing you what water guns would be best and picking out huge packs of balloons made specifically for being water grenades. (Definitely had looked all this stuff up before in case he found a LARPing buddy.)

You ask him how much Grimm all this stuff will cost and he tells you not to worry. “I’ll cover it!” “But, Levi-” He interrupts you with big blush on his face.

“L-Listen MC. You’re m-my Henry! And I know this will be fun, s-so...I’ll cover it.” You leap forward and give him a hug, triggering a surprised but equally happy screech.

Honestly he is so excited you proposed an idea like that of your own volition. Like...it just makes him feel like all the games and stuff he finds fun truly don’t bother you. You haven’t been lying; you genuinely are interested in the same things as him. It makes him feel so warm.

When everyone is still arriving, you grab one of your water guns and do that cool spinny thing. You know the thing. The cowboy gun spin. You’re like, “Hey Levi! Check this out!”

BAM. Boy is OUT. So red his face is steaming. That’s the hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire damn life. What the fuck, MC. He is basically frozen on the spot out of sheer overwhelmed-ness as how hot that was. You have to drag him away when the water fight starts. Totally worth staying up all night figuring out how to do the spin trick with a water gun.

Once the action gets going, you two are unstoppable. No one escapes the fight unscathed thanks to y’all. All those late night Call of Duty sessions trained you for this!!

Your favorite tactic is definitely camping, though. You and Levi would pick a spot and hide there, waiting for one of his brothers to come by, and then...ATTACK!

If it actually were a competition, you two would’ve won by a landslide. But honestly, Levi didn’t really keep track. He was having too much fun watching you. You were so mesmerizing when you were in the zone and so gorgeous when laughing as you gave him victory high fives after a successful ambush.

You let him take a picture of you posing all tough with your water gun and he makes it his DDD background immediately. And his lockscreen so you can protect his DDD from intruders.

Satan:

THIS ASSHOLE. THIS MAN IS THE REASON YOU MADE SURE THERE WAS NO COMPETITION.

If there was any sense of competition, Satan would’ve gone absolutely out of his mind to beat Lucifer. He would make sure to destroy that man’s dignity as thoroughly as possible.

So, for the sake of both him and the eldest brother, no points. No contest. He grumbles about it, but, much like said eldest brother, he still joins because he sees how happy the idea of a family water fight makes you.

Satan treats is almost as seriously as Levi does. EVEN THOUGH YOU MADE SURE IT WASN’T A COMPETITION, HE DAMN SURE STILL ACTS LIKE IT IS. UGH.

Literally pulls a map of the House of Lamentation’s gardens out of his back pocket??? And puts it on the side of the fountain?? And starts planning maneuvers on it with you??? He pulls a pen out of his SWIM TRUNK POCKETS to use to point with and emphasize his points. You just blink at him. This is your mans. Good lord.

Considering his expert knowledge of the layout of the entire surrounding area of HoL from that map, he actually knows of some secret passages the other brothers don’t even consider. He takes you to them so you can use them to spy on what Lucifer’s the other brothers’ strategies are.

It’s only once you’re creeping around the tunnels that he realizes something: none of his brothers know where you are. They can’t bother you...time to make out.

Grabs your attention with a quiet, “MC” and gives you a smooch. Soon enough he is backing you up against the wall. A water balloon you have tied to your belt pops against the rough brick, interrupting the two of you.

Satan disregards it and move to kiss you again, but you let out a gasp. He’s worried for you for a moment: did you scrape yourself? But when you turn to look at him, there’s a mischievous glint in your eye that he loves to see.

“My water broke!” You whisper-exclaim dramatically, covering your mouth in fake shock. Satan has to nuzzle his face in your neck to avoid laughing and filling the tunnel with the echo that would alert his brothers. The two of you basically just canoodle in the passages until the water fight is over LMAO

Asmodeus:

Pretty much just to show off how good he looks in a bathing suit to you and anyone else who happens to be lucky enough to witness his glory.

He’s not the best at water fights and ends up using you as a human shield sometimes adjgfkjshf

“Asmo! Stop hiding behind me!” “I am not letting Lucifer mess up my hair twice in one day, darling!”

He comments quite often on how hot you look. Both in your bathing suit and also when in the zone looking for victims to douse in watery fury. You look like an action hero, MC! Have you ever thought about becoming the next Bond? Asmo could definitely pull some hypnotic strings.~

Every time you successfully pull him out of the way of an oncoming water balloon or block a blast of water from hitting, he totally melts. He presses his back to your chest, swooning against you and batting his eyelashes.

“Oh, MC, my hero! My dashing knight in shining armor!” You scoff, but think it’s super cute. You even play into it sometimes and pick him up bridal style.

“The king is looking for you, my prince,” you say once as you lift him, and he actually blushes. Asmodeus, avatar of lust, blushes at a silly pet name. He was not expecting you to get so into the role!!! He loves it, though.

For the rest of the water fight the two of you are basically roleplaying a royal and his knight bodyguard. It is stupidly fun and the both of you have an absolute blast.

“Oh, MC, my darling knight! I have amazing news!” Asmo says after the fight ends. You’re drying his hair off with a towel. “Yes, my liege?”

“In exchange for your wonderful and dutiful protection, you have been given permission by the crown to court me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He smiles and you throw your head back in a laugh. You lean down and give him a nice, long kiss on the lips before pulling away. “That is absolutely splendid, your highness.”

Beelzebub:

He loves the idea because it’ll get his whole family together and he knows it. He has to carry Belphie out there but that’s normal.

He helped you and Levi plan!! Excited boy. You filled him in when he joined you and Levi for a game night. He totally volunteered to go get some extra supplies from some nearby stores for y’all. So cute.

Once everyone is actually fighting, this boy WILL NOT STOP BEING A HUMAN (demon?) SHIELD FOR YOU. LIKE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TELL HIM IT’S FINE, YOU’RE FINE, HE WILL NOT STOP.

“Babycakes, it’s okay. It’s water. It can’t hurt me.” “But I love you. I want you safe.” O H. O K A Y.

Someone call a doctor Beel just shot MC through the heart!!! He’s so genuine you just bright red and kiss his cheek because he deserve it.

“Well, I guess that’s settled then, huh?” He gives you a big Beel smile and nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Y’all get sprayed with water A LOT because your hungry boy is very big and hard to hide. Er, I should say HE gets sprayed a lot because he is a fantastic meat shield and you’re practically dry by the time the fight is over. He, on the other hand, is soaked to the bone.

He still insists on drying you off with a towel, though. The two of you dry each other off back in the twins’ room while Belphie dozes nearby in his bed.

You’re in the middle of drying his shoulders when he just starts talking. “That was really fun, MC. I’m really grateful for you. Ever since you’ve been here, things are always more fun. And you bring all my brother together. Thank you.”

You damn near burst into tears!!! Ahhhh!!! You sniffle and jump into his nap, wrapping your arms around him. “But MC, I’m still wet.” “I don’t care!! I’m giving you snuggles!!”

Belphegor:

Literally does not give a single fuck about a water fight until he realizes it lets him throw shit at Lucifer with absolutely zero consequences. Then he is all in.

Beel doesn’t even have to carry him around during the fight! Once he is outside and realizes all the shenanigans he can pull, he is perfectly content to grab you by the hand and be the one dragging you around, for once!

You two will probably team up with Satan and Beel at various points. Beel because he’s Beel, and Satan because he and Belphie absolutely set water balloon filled booby traps for Lucifer.

That’s his preferred strategy: set up a trap and wait in the bushes, watching for the target to approach.

He’s definitely the type to yell “Every man for himself!” if someone catches you guys hiding. Unlike his twin, he lets you get totally soaked while he runs away laughing. Dickweed.

You guys have a lot of fun, though!! Seeing Belphie excited is always a treat for you. And, though he doesn’t say anything about it, Belphie also thinks it’s a treat whenever you scheme with him. You don’t join in on his mischief often, so he always cherishes the times you do.

Eventually, after soaking Lucifer thoroughly, Belphie eventually gets a bit tired. You, however, want to keep the fun going. So, just as he begins to dose off in your hiding spot...you spray him. Right in the face.

He opens his eyes and sees you raising an eyebrow at him challengingly, giggling to yourself. He growls playfully and grabs his own water gun, quickly giving chase as you bolt.

Being a demon, he’s much quicker than you. But he lets you think you can escape for a few minutes before catching up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

As you squirm and laugh in his embrace, he feels thankful he joined in on the fight, even if he was hesitant at first. After all, it led to this moment, where he can turn you around in his arms and give you a nice kiss as you melt against his chest.

#ta da!! another idea i've had for the longest time #posts #my writing #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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the-pale-goddess · 3 years ago

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Hello. I love todays MC Monday so much. I am asking some of my favorite OH writers this question. What you think Tiffany and Ethan would have thought of each other if they were in High School together?

Thank you so much, lovely, you have no idea how happy you made me by sending this! My heart grew three sizes knowing that I’m one of your favorites ❤️❤️❤️

To answer your question, I went overboard (as per usual) and quickly wrote a little high school AU something...It's very short, though!

Tiffany notices his eyes first: how blue, how piercing, how profoundly sad they are.

With his tall, athletic frame of a top basketball player and strikingly sharp features, he’s drawing everyone’s attention while trying to avoid it completely. His nonchalant pose and plain, boring clothes worn as the invisibility cloak remain in direct contradiction to the arrogant grimace on that unbelievably handsome face, making it impossible to lose him in the crowd.

Ethan misjudges her at first (just like everyone she's ever met). To him, she's a brainless beauty lost in her own narrative, with no reflection on the world surrounding her. But he’s never looked closely before. He’s never bothered to see her. Not with Mr Boyband Material clinging to her side all the time. Not with those dumb bangs covering half of her gorgeous face.

When her ethereal figure steps into the Science Club for the first time, she oozes fragile confidence. Light enters the room with her, almost blinding him with unfamiliar shades.

The excited smile on her full lips falters the second George Thompson, totally oblivious to her presence, starts talking about some freshman doll joining the club by obvious mistake.

„Bet she meant to tick the cheerleading team.”

„Are you sure you’re in the right place, Thompson?” Ethan snarls, the words leaving his mouth by their own volition.

Nervous coughing of the club members fills the air and everyone’s eyes suddenly fall on him, including a pair of magnetic emeralds alight with emotion he can’t exactly place. But there’s so much substance, so much poise in her entire being...Ethan can’t help but stare back at the new girl. He sees her now.

Unbothered by the offensive remark and tension clouding the atmosphere, she strolls across the classroom to plop down next to Ethan and begins unpacking her bag, studiously ignoring the nauseating attention.

As mysterious as her broody defender is, Tiffany knows a thing or two about Ethan Ramsey: he's a senior, a loner and an infamous jerk. Rumor has it that he made Mr Colbert cry by pointing out all the inaccuracies in his newest conspiracy theory. She usually spots him devouring a book or hanging out with two of his classmates. So why would a guy like him go all chivalrous for a stranger like her?

„Well, well, well, would you look at that?” Thompson scoffs. „Our president's got a new girlfriend!”

Ethan opens his mouth to throw a well-aimed insult, but the girl is faster.

With a steady, melodious voice she shoots the final bullet at the talkative moron. „And what do you have besides appalling, misogynistic views and an old chewing gum stuck to your dirty shoe?”

Under her paralyzing glare, George flushes to the roots of his curly hair, and turns round to face the blackboard without further comments.

Immediately after, Tiffany catches Ethan's eye as if by command, the corners of her lips quirk up in a glowing smile. He doesn't return the gesture—a single twitch of his lips must suffice, but it makes her laugh instead.

As she giggles, her slim fingers rake through her dark locks slowly, stealing his focus. Caught off guard, Ethan studies her, finally decoding all the pieces he's misread before.

Their curious eyes meet again, this time for a longer moment, carrying a subliminal message:

This is the beginning of the end.

#ethan x tiffany #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #tiffany addams #high school au #i didn't proofread this

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monsoonblooms12 · 4 years ago

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Priyotomo (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: The Last Day at Amazon and Ethan's first day back at Boston from Ethan and Pooja's POV

Priyotom(o/a): (Bengali) Dearest, Most Beloved

A/N: Time for another hopeless attempt at poetry!! Anyway, this is my take on Dr Ethan Ramsey running to the Amazons. I really hope that this is not absolute crap and makes so sense🧡

Thank you so much to Simone for Pre-reading! Love you Gurl🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.8K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Warnings: (Very Brief) Mentions of blood, fainting and drinking

Title Inspo: Priyotomo Hai - Rabindra Sangeet (Rabindranath Tagore's composition)

OTHER WORKS

Pooja

16 years.

The date was displayed with vivid eloquence by the woody beige cubes that adorned the desk, posing a match with the minimalism of the room.

It was a preposterous fact.

Glassy ambers switched perspective in a progressive motion, and they interpreted the solitary shine of the table lamp on the transparent surface.

Four glowing smiles, two tiny toddlers sat on their parents' lap.

It does not feel surreal. Neither a tale of a bygone era.

It was not her past. It was her present, her life's gears were turned by this very photograph.

Her bracelet adorned hand held it close to her heart, which beat in a meteoric rhythm.

The cacophonous tunes from the fiesta painfully pierced through her reverie, cajoling her to close the mahogany doors that lead to her cocoon.

The flamboyant kantha stitched lehenga proved to be burdensome to carry.

With ponderous steps, Pooja settled down on the couch, pulling her feet to herself.

She wanted to be ten again. Not eleven.

Terminate the time when she could be that blithe girl, rolling dices with her mother.

But there was a specific reason why the reminisces came back stronger than any usual day.

Somewhere in the remote land, in a cholera-stricken district, a summery blue-eyed man spent his days in seclusion.

And occupied the chambers of her cerebral hemispheres.

What was the pain of being left alone with only emotions as a companion without as much as a message?

She wiped her cheek, only to discover the black of her eyeliner now adorning her fingers.

She had been crying.

When? She could not feel the tears that left smokey meanders on the map of her face.

The heartbreak and the circumstances had numbed her feelings. All she wanted was an embrace.

Why did his peach lips mark her as his if this was the end in sight?

She refused to accept it. The end.

She placed her foot down, not feeling the pierce of a pin fallen down against her skin.

Drops of scarlet marked her track as she retouched the smear of her face.

Time to go and socialize.

Ethan

Of everything to look at in the shiny cellular, his eyes now traced the pristine form of the lady who now inhabited every one of his senses.

The comely picture made her look ravishing and the adamant neurons started pulling out manila folders with her memories kept in them.

No. He cannot.

The fiery golden liquid disappeared faster than it had been poured.

He had found himself on the crossroad of whether to type out the words that played in a loop in his mind or not.

I miss you!

He always chose the latter.

He had already given her a false hope.

Of a future of them.

He did not want to do it again.

Only now he realizes that it was a hope he had given himself as well when he first took that sacred form of hers into his arms.

And that he ran away. Like a coward.

Ethan Ramsey the coward.

Who could not fight for them.

Who could not fight for her.

Who could not fight for Lo-

No.

He did not let the word complete. The very thought was dangerous.

Throwing the classy cylinder he had been holding with a deathly grip, he poured the last bit of that glass bottle in him.

And walked over hurriedly, the tiny glass pieces stabbing him, to again begin the reset.

One which would never complete.

Next Day

Pooja

The ethereal moon spread out the beams of serenity all over the ceremonious night.

It was a lively affair. Merrymaking and cultural programs went on, as she stood amidst the cheery atmosphere with a sombre expression.

In front of Pooja, was the masterfully sculpted idol of the Mother Goddess, standing majestically as the centrepiece of the celebration. She was the epitome of power, the Mahisasura Mardini.

The recollections of an unforgettable past come as paper-planes drifting in a gentle air, carrying the playfulness, a child's happy smiles. A time when her mother would take Pooja to the mythological lands through her words, and they would get lost like flying butterflies in fairytale land.

The tunes of Bengali music float in the gentle air, and she hums along. The first song her mom had taught her, also for a Durga Puja function. Her mom was deeply rooted in all of them, the culture of Bengal kept alive by her. She was the reason why Pooja could become a part of a community she takes pride in.

Even now, so many years later, things don't change. They hold on to these roots like they are holding onto their life, not letting them disappear.

It feels like holding onto her, keeping her alive.

Recreating a small piece of her favourite Kolkata in Bhopal.

But the aura of calm hid like the clouds covering the sun's shine. The piercing pain of heartbreak came back, the wound untreated.

The soft sand of her life's hourglass prickles, solitary grains floating to join their siblings. The wish of them defying gravity and going back to bring the 10th year of her life had never been so strong as it was now.

The heavy jewellery tugged at her ears, letting her know their presence and the styled hair gave her a throbbing headache.

Her tiredness and exhaustion, now fuelling back in her veins refusing to let her bring back that sense of peace she experienced moments ago.

Around her people wore phoney smiles. All they cared about was unimportant Tommy rot. Not a single one of them stepped back from criticizing the others behind their backs.

It was a saga of inflated egos, of constant competition, to make the next person look inferior.

She was tired.

Of people running away, Of abandonment, Of hopes getting dashed.

Why did his thoughts keep coming back? After all, he did make it clear, didn't he?

But did he really succeed? Did his efforts head? Did his heart finally give in to his relentless demand?

Did he really forget her?

All the messages that lay not replied, unheard voicemails, she was sure he had.

But that colour of his he left on her?

The piece of his heart that was protected by her?

Would he be able to forget them?

An earthen lamp flickered in front of her, bud she did no rush to save it.

If it goes out, then let it.

Just like the never-ending load shedding of her life.

But it didn't.

It was a wish, a hope that kept it alive.

The sweet nothings he had whispered to her, the gentle kisses he lined on her forehead.

They had promised her forever.

His being enveloped her, she doubted if it would ever break.

The hope of him & her flickers every now and then, just like the earthen lamp.

But did it go off?

It couldn't.

Because there was no wind strong enough to extinguish it.

The possibility of him and her.

The realization and a blackness hit her at the same time.

And as she fell, her mind held on to only it.

The possibility of him and her.

Ethan

If the Great Thinkers from BCs before were asked if going to a beer garden after spending 2 months in another continent and a 13hr long flight was a sensible thing to do, they would have watched the questioner in bewilderment.

And he agreed. He was not being sensible, not even 1%.

The urge to see her, to gaze at her moonly face, to know that she okay.

It had never been so strong. He felt his mind would give up on him if he could not locate her today.

Not that he had stopped the forgetting process, absolutely not.

It was just a solace, a bandage to the scars he had given himself.

That she would be okay even if he was not there with her.

Focus fixed on keeping his gaze as unhurried as possible, he looked around, putting the well-trained ears and eyes to work.

And then he saw them.

All her friends clustered at a table, merrily clinking beer bottles and sharing happy glances. His eyes pierced into the scene, but he could not locate her.

A step or two brought him close, the desperateness making his heart go crazy.

But the conclusion shattered every bit of sense and calm, dissipated the hope of getting to see here.

She was not here.

His face fell like someone who had lost the thing they hold the closest to their heart.

She, really, was not here.

He really wanted to ask the residents sitting at the table in question, to get some, any, news on her.

But his rational mind still existed, and it was the only thing that stopped him from going haywire.

She was not here.

He took out the notorious cuboid chiming in his pocket, full of satirical typed phrases his cerebrum refused to decrypt.

But it was adamant to get his attention.

A scoff escaped like a habit.

As if anyone could be powerful enough to take his attention away from her.

He was caught in a maze of her memories, his time in the continent thousands of kilometres away and the ghoul of feelings chasing him deeper into it, making him yearn for her solace, the moistness of a forlorn kiss on his forehead, the gentle swipe of a thumb to take his tears away.

His way was lost in there, every turn making him end up more challenged. But even if he did not want to, he had to find the way out.

His soul was like a thorn who could only hurt the tender flower that she was.

What he did not realize was that she was a rose, her being was amidst thorns.

She had the power to beautify them.

The click of the turn-on sound, brought him back to the piece of work his fingers were creating on the light emanating screen.

And in seconds that passed too fast, he saw his heart's treasure,

She was here.

Not in footsteps & whispers.

She was here.

Not in touches and kisses.

She was here.

Not in muscle and bone.

But in labyrinths of his heart, in filmstrips of his memory, in sensations that made him go wild,

She was here.

(With him forever, she was not the one to leave his side)

PS: I HC the end of 1st year of their residency being in Sept-Oct, which is the time of Durga Puja in India. And since Poo is half Bengali, and she never misses any tradition involving her mom's side of the fam, so she would not have been at Boston then. (Or take it as an excuse to increase angst potential) Anyway, Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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gureishi · 4 years ago

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2 with Rika with fem!reader please<3

Feel free to make it smut or keep is pg

Thank you for all the hard work <33

I’ve got you, my dear <3 I’m sorry this took me so long; I’ve never written her before and I really, really tried to do a good job for you!

I know you wanted a happy, healing Rika, and here she is~ This is set a decent amount of time after V’s route. I intentionally left the reader’s identity vague: you could be the game’s MC here, or you could have met Rika after the events of the game. I really hope you enjoy this, sweetie ♡

(I haven’t included my taglist on this one, since I know some folks wanna avoid Rika content. Taglist will be back on the next fic—and lemme know if you wanna be added, as always) <3 <3

kiss me harder

Rika X Reader, M (smut warning!), Words: 1724

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

From a distance, she looks like the setting sun: glowing and ethereal and not of this world.

But you know better, of course. She belongs in the world; for as long as you’ve known her, you’ve been trying to prove it to her.

For a moment, you linger in the doorway. She’s given you her key: you let yourself in, nervous (but not surprised) when she didn’t come to the door. You passed through the half-furnished rooms, tiptoed to the back door, which was ajar. And as happened often, you found her here: perched on the grass, bare legs stretched out in front of her, face tilted upwards toward the sky.

You hesitate. Even now—knowing her as you do, loving her as you have—you’re not quite sure what you’ll see in her eyes, when she turns.

Oh, but you’ve seen her when she’s drowning, held her when her feet didn't touch the ground. You’ve watched, day by day, as her eyes have grown brighter. You understand: you’ve been lost before, too.

You call her name.

Her hair shimmers all around her as she turns: a kaleidoscope of goldenrod and honeysuckle. And when she smiles she is radiant—pink lips and clear eyes. You want to run to her, but you restrain yourself, meandering barefoot through the grass to her side.

“I’m sorry,” she says, reaching up with one small hand to tuck your hair behind your ear in the affectionate way she always does (as if to say: let me take care of you, too). “Did I make it hard for you to find me?” You sink down onto the grass and she bites her lip, casting her eyes downward. You lay your head in her lap, the way she likes you to.

“You’re never too hard to find,” you tell her. She laughs and a gentle breeze ruffles her hair, as if drawn by the sparkling sound of her joy. Her fingertips toy with the ends of your hair, curling it round and round the way she’s done so many times before. There’s something about her today: she’s buzzing, you think, a sort of shimmering just-before-sunset energy radiating off her skin.

She dips her head, hair falling in a blurry halo around her face, and you sit up enough to kiss her: feeling, as you always do, a thrill of electricity in your veins as your lips meet hers (small and soft and supple). Her kisses are midsummer nights and sweet fruit straight from the vine.

You pull away to feel her breath on your lips and the world seems to unfurl around you.

“Again,” she whispers.

Lightning strikes your heart.

For so long, she touched you with the tenderness of someone who’d been touched too much, and not enough—afraid of herself, and of you, and of the feeling of fingers on her skin. You’d learned when to hold her like she was a child, and when to kiss her like a lover, and when to not touch her at all. Recently, though, she gets a clear-eyed look about her sometimes that is neither afraid nor angry, but simmering, like boiling sugar.

She’s looking at you this way now: like she wants you to melt into her.

You sit up to kiss her again and she surges against you: arms around your neck, skirt rustling as she presses her body into yours. Ah, and it’s more than you were anticipating: burning skin and needy fingers skidding over your shoulders, your waist, your hips.

You gasp as she trails her lips over your cheek, presses them to the soft skin beneath your ear.

“What were you thinking about,” you murmur, “before I got here today?”

She is unrelenting: hands on both your shoulders now, pushing you back into the grass. You let her—and the grass is soft beneath you, the afternoon sun hot on your cheeks. You close your eyes.

“I was thinking,” she says—kissing your throat, your collarbones, whispering into your sun-warmed skin—“about how you and I are separate.”

“What do you mean?” Ah: she is bunching up your skirt with one soft little hand, making your skin tingle.

“You’re in this body,” she says, running her fingertips up your thigh: up, up, under your skirt, making your muscles feel molten. “And I am in my own.”

You throw your arms above your head, succumbing to her. She skirts around the edge of your underwear expertly, dipping her magnificent head to press her smooth lips to the base of your throat.

“Yes,” you pant—trying to hold onto the thread of conversation with your muddled mind. Oh, but she makes it difficult: her fingertips brush against you and you squirm, instinctively clenching your thighs together. She hums and parts them gently with her perfect little hands. And she is deceptively strong in her softness: her touch is like a whisper, but with all the power of a scream.

When you met her, there was a chasm between her forcefulness and her fear: one moment, she would let her strength carry her away in a rush of desperate exhilaration; the next, she was trembling at your feet, begging to be forgiven. Lately, you have watched her discover how much weakness there is in her strength—how much safety there is in her vulnerability.

And you feel this when she asks you to hold her: firm and resolute as she searches for comfort. And you feel it now, too, in the way she gives you pleasure: the tenderness in her disarming boldness.

“As much as I may want to,” she is saying—a lilt in her musical voice as she glides her fingertips over you (through your underwear, creating a magnificent dance of friction that makes sparks burst before your eyes)—“I will never be inside that beautiful head of yours.”

Ah, you think—hazily, as she hovers over you, gazing with delight at the look she’s put on your face—she’s right. No matter how close you get, you will never be part of her: her skin, her hands, her muscles and bones and mysterious, magical mind—they are impenetrable to you.

“Does that—” you whisper, briefly losing your train of thought as she effortlessly slips a hand under your underwear—ghosting over you, making your head spin. “Does that bother you?” Her laugh is ticklish like the newly-mown grass between your toes.

“It doesn’t,” she says. She is propping herself up on her arm now, lying beside you on the grass. Her fingers move against you easily, almost lazily—she dips one inside you, making a rainbow of colors dance beneath your closed eyelids. “In the past, it would have. I think I would have wanted to—absorb you.”

She could, you think: she is melting your bones as she curls her finger; your body is dissolving into the fragrant grass beneath it. Here, in this sweet, wild yard that smells of daffodils and fresh air, you would let her destroy you.

“Why,” you pant, arching your back, burying your fingers in the grass. “Why don’t you want to?” She slides another finger into you and your body fizzes; you picture sparklers in the night, deceptively small and shockingly bright.

“You taught me this,” she murmurs. You feel her hair on your cheek and you open your eyes: she is watching you with unbridled wonder as her fingers curl inside you (quivering, shimmering). You try and focus on her face through the blistering haze of pleasure: her eyes are confident and clear.

“What did I teach you?” You can’t see straight; you close your eyes—feel her lips on your cheek, her breath in your ear.

“That to love someone,” she whispers, “is not to lose track of where you end and they begin, but to take pleasure in the wonder of being separate.”

She kisses you; ah, and her lips catch your shuddering exhale as her fingers guide you to the peak of pleasure. You’re overcome: it’s the sunshine on your skin and the taste of her lips and—and the stimulation is too much for your poor, small body and—and—you whine into her mouth, cresting in the grass beneath her, back arching, fingers buried in the cool, soft earth.

She never stops kissing you, holds you through it—and she is so solid, so sure of herself, so deeply present in the world with you: grass and sky and skin.

Your eyes flutter open and she pulls away, her hair making a golden curtain all around you.

“You—are—” There is no one word to encapsulate the way she makes you feel; you stare up at her, speechless, and she smiles.

“I feel like I exist in my own skin when I look at you,” she tells you—oh, and this is what you wanted to say: you are yourself these days in a way you never were before, as if she’s coaxed you into your own body with a flutter of those golden eyelashes.

“You were always there,” you say. She drapes her arm across you and you pull her closer with a hand on her hip; her breath catches as your fingers skate over her thigh, toy with the hem of her skirt.

“Was I?” she whispers. And it is your turn to be tender: your turn to brush a stray, soft curl off her cheek and press your lips to the corner of her mouth.

“I get what you meant before,” you say, trailing summer-sweet kisses over her neck, her chest, her shoulder. And you do, you understand: loving her is not dissolving into her—it is living inside your own skin: it is delighting in the sublime separateness of her body and yours.

“It’s like a miracle that you found me,” she says; and now she is the one closing her eyes, she is the one sinking back into the grass, lifting her arms above her head. And she doesn’t mean today: she means that, in this strange little sun-soaked corner of the planet, you collided with one another.

“I was always going to,” you tell her. Her skirt is grass-stained; the air is crisp on your tender skin; the clouds are reflected in her eternal eyes. “I always will.”

#mystic messenger #rika #rika x reader #tw rika #gureishi writes requests #dummys-fics #after it all #spicy spaceship

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mushroomkwan · 4 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast (M)

Pairing: Johnny Suh//Seo Youngho x Female! Reader//Soulmate/Hybrid AU of sorts this fic was a trip to write

Words: 3,186

Warnings: porn with some plot(idk how to just write a smut anymore oops), tiger hybrid!johnny, deer hybrid! reader, amateur writing(I haven't written in a year or two so it might be shit sorry y'all) size kink, praise kink, and some degradation but its miniscule, big cock johnny bitch let's be honest 😳👀, oral (female receiving), fingering, technically panty sniffing too, minor mentions of blood, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), breeding??

SYNOPSIS: Being in heat when you meet your mate is both ideal and horrific. Johnny shows you the latter isn't a possibility with him.

It's past the midnight hours, the sky a swirl of pale yellows and pinks filtering through the trees and startling you as it peeks through a sliver of the curtains in your den and onto your face. You wheeze as you stretch your body, your hands searching for the clothes you had laid out the night before, tucked onto your dresser along with the accessories you chose. Today was the day you had been looking forward to for weeks, and your nerves were all over the place. Hybrid society, separated from the very humans who created them, was ruled as a hierarchy, the first hybrid to become exiled had become Queen, and her children onward reigned. And today, you crowned the new King, Queen Seo Myeoryun's son Youngho, who had been a pillar of the community since he was born. And everyone likes a good coronation ceremony, so what was not to love? Well besides the fact that it fell onto the same day your heat should have started. It would be fine though, it only really hurts or is bothersome when you've found your mate, and you've yet to find yours. Without your mate, heats were just small cramps in your side and your sex drive goes up. It may seem cliche, but part of you wished it to be Youngho. He's a gentleman, he's ethereal visually and conceptually, and he makes you feel included at every social gathering, sending you drinks, and smiling at you from across the room. He had yet to come up to you though. And perhaps it was right of him to. There was still that stigma of predator and prey among hybrids, and you were a deer, timid, small, and a tiger's ideal meal. And Youngho unfortunately was a tiger. A very very....very attractive tiger.

With a sigh you pull the top around your body, a lilac mesh puffed sleeve thing, and throw on a pair of loose jeans as to complete it. To top it off, you put on a flower crown, smiling shyly at your reflection in the mirror beside you. You go out the door, surprised to find someone already waiting for you, his face frustrated and his striped tail flicking back and forth, annoyed.

"Ah f- Doyoung you scared me!" You pouted and hit a hand against his chest, him not sparing you a wince or pained expression, instead laughing at your feeble attempts to hurt him.

"We're late Y/N, they already introduced the host, which by the way we all knew would be Jaehyun he's the MC of every event ever." He sassed, but you grabbed his hand and ran toward the venue a block away, which was still quite the run. Jaehyun stood on the stage in a black and red velvet suit, smiling as he talked about the upcoming ceremony and how it would play out. You settled into a spot between Doyoung and Donghyuck, a pudu hybrid who was too busy on his phone to mind you sitting next to him.

"Do you think he's nervous for his coronation?" Doyoung turned his head and you looked at him for a moment, your gaze flickering to the stage every now and then as Jaehyun spoke.

"Please, he's Seo Youngho. He's probably known about this since he was a child, and is ready for it. He's confident too so I don't think he'll have a problem with being shy either." You blushed as you spoke, your ears turning down against your head as you thought about it. Doyoung eyes you and smirked, laughing as he came to a realization.

"Oh my God you do like him. That's literally so cute. You realize he'd probably snap you in half in bed though, right?" He made the dirty comment and you went completely red, stuttering as you tried to come up with a response, until Haechan cut in.

"You guys missed his speech, they're about to crown him." You gasped lightly as you looked to the stage and sure enough Youngho's mother was holding the crown, finishing up her own speech, and there he stood. Well shit. His hair was parted and his bright yellow eyes scanned the crowd with a smile. Such a charismatic smile, and those lips were just sin themselves. His suit clung to his body and he was wearing a damned corset vest over it. You were staring for too long, and he caught your stares. He looked at you fondly and smiled, his eyes twinkling as he waved. You smiled back and waved enthusiastically, cheering as he was crowned and the celebratory party began. Doyoung was no where to be seen, and you were hoping to find some time to finally talk to Youngho. You made your way to the bar, where you were surprised to find he was already there standing, him gesturing for you to come over. You gulped and walked over, your tail stood up in alarm. He was there in front of you close up, and for the first time you noticed he was blushing. You went even redder than before and he giggled, his hands fumbling with the glass in between them.

"How can I help you?" You giggled nervously, settling against the bar as he still messed with his glass awkwardly, his tail swinging back and forth uneasily.

"You know the whole thing with mates and first touches? How you'll know when you first touch?" He asks and you go still, nodding and trying to ease your rising emotions. He looked into your eyes and his hand extended.

"I need to know...if you'd allow me." He spoke again and you could feel the nerves radiating off of him. His eyes searched yours and you smiled back, your cheeks burning.

"I'd like to know too." And then you did it. You laced your fingers together, and a spark ricocheted from your fingertips to your toes and you gasped as a thousand emotions passed through you at once. His eyes glossed over and he pulled you into his arms.

"I always fucking knew it was you. Now so can tell Jaehyun I was rightfully obsessed." He joked as he sniffled, and you laughed wetly as some tears fell, burying your face in his chest. You heard a whistle and Doyoung stood there, a drink in his hands and finger guns pointed at both of you. You went to smack him but a dull ache in your underbelly stopped you, biting your lip as you settled for glaring at him, your tail and ears still moving angrily.

"It's not like I totally knew this whole time." He sassed and you smacked his chest, your cheeks turning red. Doyoung smirked and blocked your attacks, turning to Youngho, whose nose was turned into the air, curiously sniffing. He whispered into Youngho's ear and Youngho's eyes darkened with an emotion you could only describe as lust, his gaze falling up and down your body. You turned to Doyoung in confusion but he just pushed you toward Youngho, who ran an arm up and down your own. You shivered at his touch and keened into it, your body beginning to sweat feverishly.

Authors note: for the smut I changed the time-tense without realizing so sorry about that.

"Follow me? There's something I'd like to tell you." Youngho smiles and you nod, skipping along with him away from the celebration. It's only a ways away, his den, and you blush as your thoughts race with images of you and him together, your pulse seemingly moving to in between your legs. He invites you in and closes the door, suddenly against you. You yelp in surprise and he buries his head against your hair, sniffing down your body. You clench your legs together as his nose presses against your thighs and breasts and his scent runs through your own nose, your body immediately reacting.

"I wanted to tell you that your scent right now...it's sweeter than usual. Oh God you're in heat aren't you?" He practically growls the words and you whimper as you nod, your core throbbing with need as his body pressed against you.

"Please Youngho I need something." You whine against him as your hands rake at his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It's slippery and your tongue circles his fangs as he holds your hips in his hands and sucks on your lower lip, pulling away to put his forehead against yours.

"Johnny. Call me Johnny, baby." You wiggle impatiently against him and he picks you up, your body already bucking towards him as your core tightens around nothing. To best describe, it's a burning feeling, like every synapse in your brain is screaming at you to get something, anything.

"Such a needy girl, you're falling apart in my hands and I haven't even began to touch you." He kisses you and you're only just aware that you're pressed against the doorframe of what you can only assume is his room.

"Johnny, please take my clothes off. It's too hot." You pant breathlessly and he laughs, elated to get you out of your clothing, his ears up and at attention. His claws trail the fabric of your top, pulling roughly upward. You raise your arms and the top comes off with a swift motion, leaving your bra in it's place. You blush under his gaze, a hungry stare that makes its way to your pussy, the ache becoming more. You tug at his corset vest and he pulls it off and his dress shirt as quick as he did your own shirt, his abs on display. You ogle at his stripesnand press your hands against his chest as he attacks the side of your neck with his mouth, his tongue and teeth marking every surface area of your skin.

"Do you have any idea how good you smell right now?" He swipes his hand against your denim covered core, and you whine as you grind into his touch. With the sharp nail of his ring finger, he separates the metal from it's buttonhole and pulls your pants down. You step out of them and he scoops you up as soon as your feet hit the floor, pushing you against the bed. You gasp and moan as his fingers trail your sides, his claws leaving marks against your skin. The pain is nice though, and it drives you crazy with how gentle he scratches you.

"Johnny, I want you to...well won't your claws hurt?" You trail off in embarrassment and he presses his lips onto yours, staring fondly into your eyes as his arms cradle you.

"Don't worry baby, they retract. I would never hurt you. But fuck, was that the cutest way you could ask me to finger you." He speaks gently, a growl ripping from his throat as he presses his mouth back onto your own. You moan against his lips as his hands pull your bra off, his kisses trailing down as your breasts spill from your bra, which he quickly tosses aside. His hand, with claws now retreated into the nail beds, rubs you through your panties. He's amazed with how wet you are, your underwear almost sticks to you with how wet you are, and your small tail stands stiffly despite being laid on. Looking at you as he presses his nose against your breasts, licking the middle of your chest and teething against your skin. His fingers hook under your panties and he revels in how warm you are, pressing the heel of his palm to the very top of your entrance. Johnny begins to circle his fingers around your clit, as you shake under him. With one hand busy teasing you, the other kneads the flesh of your left tit, whines and moans spilling past your lips. You press your own palm against his cock, which strains against his slacks. He makes a guttural sound as you rub at the head through the cloth. He pulls his hand away and growls at you, and you suddenly feel so much smaller. So dominated.

"I have a new idea baby. You smell so good but I bet you taste even better." Without warning his nose presses into the very top of your panties, his fangs nipping at the cloth. You yelp in surprise and shudder as his tongue swipes across your panties, moans leaving your mouth as you bite down on nothing. Johnny gives a satisfied moan himself and peels your panties away from your body and down your legs, tossing them haphazardly as he sniffled once more, the tip of his nose brushing against your clitoral hood. Whimpering, you spread your legs shyly and he takes it as invitation, his mouth wrapping around your pussy as his tongue prods against your hole, which throbs for his touch. His tongue was long, you knew this from just his smile and him talking, but you weren't prepared for how helpful it would be until now. Johnny's tongue works against your clit, kitten licking as his one of his fingers comes up and separates your lips, his tongue picking up speed. You're a mess of moans and whines, your eyes looking reverently toward him as he tongue fucked you with determination and his finger enters you to the knuckle. You wince once, but the feeling is immediately replaced with curiosity. He brings his finger out and back, until he's created a pace that has you keening for more. He curls his finger and rubs against a spongy surface within you that you never realized felt so good. You arch away from the bed and sigh out breathlessly, a mewl wheezing out of you. Johnny sees this and knows he's found it, propping both of you into a better position. You lay on his left thigh, one arm supports you and the other is busied between your legs. He returns his middle finger to where it once was, curling in and out of you at the same pace before. Soon his ring finger too prods at your entrance and he ducks you with both of them, your hips bucking against his wrist. A pressure in your lower abdomen makes you bite your lip, gasping when Johnny curls his fingers and once again hits your g-spot. He prods at it for a little while more, but stops before you can fully come undone. Kicking his slacks off, he returns to you and hovers over your body, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can feel his tail swipe against your legs as he speaks.

"I want to fuck you properly, but I need to know if you're okay with it. I'm...well endowed and don't want to hurt you." Your heart swells at his words and you nod as you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"My heat has made me slick enough and you've stretched me. I feel safe enough for it. Now please, fuck me." You take a deep breath as you look down between your legs at him, and he wasn't lying. It's harder than a rock, standing against his stomach with a bead of precum sliding down the side of it. He's cut, which you can't say didn't surprise you, and it definitely has girth to it. Perhaps it is five or six inches soft, but hard it looks to be seven inches. He pulls your hips closer to his and massages your sides as he positions himself.

"Be gentle with me? This isn't my first time but you're bigger than I'm used to." You blush embarrassed but he nods, pressing into you slowly. You grunt painfully as you're stretched, the tip of his cock almost touching your cervix, but not close enough to fully make contact. Johnny bends down towards you and kisses you hungrily, his tongue curling around your own.

"You can move now." You say quickly as you pull away from the kiss, and he feels his hips back, before pushing in again. You moan louder than you ever have, his cock prodding against every surface of your pussy, making you feel so full. Both of your bodies rock together and he growls out a low moan, gasping breathlessly with you as you both make noises as if no one can hear. Your arms wrap around him and scratch, your mewls bouncing off the walls of his room and the bed creaking back and forth.

"Fucking hell." He moans as he sighs out, his hips snapping into yours. You're close to tears with how good you feel, and those tears finally spill over when his fingers circles your swollen clit, his dick still sliding in and out of you.

"F-fuck cum in me Johnny. Please." You please as you cry from overstimulation, all your senses going haywire as you feel the beginnings of climax take you. Johnny bites into your shoulder as he fucks you, and you cry out in pain as his fangs break through the flesh of your shoulder. You quickly moan as he picks at the wound, breathless apologies spilling from his mouth. You kiss him to shut him up, and he happily kisses back. The coil in your underbelly becomes taut and you keen away from the bed and into him. It snaps suddenly and you're clenching down on him hard, practically screaming as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You're shaking, but you ignore it as you use your legs to pull Johnny closer, deeper into you. He rubs soothing circles with his thumb against your cheek as he cradles your face, his orgasm nearing. His thrusts are becoming sloppier and your name is spilling from his mouth with other curses and gibberish.

"Are you sure you want me to cum in you Y/N?" Johnny falters and you pull him in for a kiss, biting his lower lip and waving your tail side to side.

"Please." You whimper and he bottoms out, a couple more thrusts before he is burying his face into your neck with broken moans spilling past his lips. Warm cum seeps into you, and he's making the sexiest noises you've heard come from a man. Johnny's forehead knocks against your own and he removes his cock from your womanhood, slumping against the covers and next to you. Both of you say nothing, catching your breaths as both your chest heave up and down. His arms wrap around you and pull you in, a small peck pressed everywhere over your face. One of his hands pets at your tail soothingly and you use your own hand to scratch behind his ears as you both become more and more relaxed. Your eyes are closing, but before you sleep you kiss him again and thank him.

"Thanks for being the best mate a girl could ask for." Your ears fall flat against your head as you blush and he chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Same goes to you. I'd wish for no one else." And he pulls you closer, both of you tangled. And just like that you sleep, ready to tackle your heat again in the morning.

AHHH sorry I don't know how to end smuts but this is the first thing I've written in a while so please tell me if there were mistakes. but here you go!!!

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