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henrycangelbaby · 6 months ago

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In which: “It's not that the amount of love I had changed, but I feel so proud about it now, like that I want to shout from the rooftops and tell everyone of my loved ones how much I love my wife, MY wife, ya know?”

An interview gives unique insight into Pedro Pascal and his vast amount of love for his wife

I make my way through meeting the cast of HBO's unexpected hit “The Last Of Us” rather easily.

Bella Ramsey lives in a far nicer apartment in London than anything I would have been able to afford at the same age. Despite their fame and talent, they remain settled and down to earth, dressed in an outfit a little too cool for me to understand and eager to show me around their lovely apartment that is decorated in a way that I quite liked but I'm sure my baby boomer father would find offensive. I even end up meeting Ramsey's girlfriend, a fellow actor (who I admittedly had never heard of) who is equally as young and pretty as Ramsey is. They are both lovely and down to earth, a sentiment I don't often find relatable working with celebrities.

Kaitlin Denver is in her late 20s and still looks like she could be in high school. She lives in a shared house with her sister, whom she also shares a music career with. Despite the controversy surrounding her character in the show, she seems to remain completely unfazed by the backlash and threats that surround Abby Anderson. Denver merley shrugs when I ask her how she deals with it, leaving me to assume her vices when it comes to dealing with unprecedented hate.

I meet other stars of the show too. Gabriel Luna has all the southern charm of Tommy Miller and more, making me question whether he really does any acting when playing the sweeter, younger Texan brother. Isabela Merced is very beautiful in person and is also far shorter than I had imagined. What she lacks in height she makes up for in personality and charm.

Of course, when you think of the stars of The Last Of Us, there is probably someone else that comes to mind. Securing an interview with Pedro Pascal is probably one of the harder things I have had to do in recent years. It's not that Pacal is hard to come by; in fact, in recent years we haven't been able to escape him. I originally doubted that I would even be able to secure an interview with the internet's "daddy." Pascal has had a busy few years, and this one is no different. With multiple projects coming out this year, including the new season of The Last Of Us and his highly anticipated entry into the MCU as the iconic Richard Reed, it seems that everyone wants a piece of him. While all the other actors on this list do have notable careers outside of the show, the point of this interview series was to be able to interview the main cast members of the show in anticipation for the new season; however, I found that same sentiment hard to carry across when interviewing Pascal. I don't want to spoil the show for anyone, but I will just say that he won't be back next season. Whether that's due to internal conflicts or simply being too booked, we’ll never know.

I was rather ecstatic to receive a phone call from someone on his team letting me know the time and date for our interview. Like normal, I'm given an NDA to sign before receiving any personal information, such as his address (which I did require for the purpose of the interview). But everything else seems to go off without a hitch.

I was admittedly nervous to meet him. In the best way possible, his reputation definitely proceeds him. Pascal is only ever described as kind, loving, funny, and any other positive synonyms for a massive sweetheart that you can think of. I personally have been a big fan of his work since he played forever thirsted over narcos agent Javier Paner. I know they say you shouldn't meet your idols (and trust me, I've had my fair share of heartbreaking realizations that someone I once admired is actually a piece of shit), but I had high hopes for meeting Pedro. And I am happy to report that it did not disappoint.

I arrived at his home in Los Angeles ten minutes earlier than I should have. Not that I'm kept waiting, as before I can get a second knock in on the door, a young woman flings it open, smiling at me tightly. She quickly lets me in, introducing herself as Pascal's assistant, offering me tea or coffee, and ushering me to sit down on the comfy-looking couch while I wait for her boss to arrive (which she insists should not be too long). I take a moment to look around the room while I'm waiting. The room is sweet and welcoming, much like the rest of the home, which feels very well... homely (like stepping into your best friend's house and chatting with their parents at the dinner table). It's a hard feeling to describe, such a sense of nostalgia from a place that I had never been in before. It feels fitting though that a man so beloved as Pedro Pascal should have a home that feels so nice. I snoop to get a closer look at the photos that hang up on the walls and sit on cabinets. Most of them seem normal. There are a few faces I recognize within the photos; Oscar Iscac can be spotted alongside a younger-looking Pascal in one of the photos on the wall. I spot John Favro amongst a few people in a photo that looks to have been taken on the set of The Mandelorian, but apart from that, the photos seem normal. They depict family and friends in various places over various years; it appears that Pascal cherishes his relationships with loved ones above all else.

I'm stopped in my snooping by another face in one of the photos, a face I recognize instantly, a face that has been all over the internet and tabloids for some time now. Pedro's wife. The photo is the first one in which she features prominently, sitting alongside what I can only assume to be one of her husband's sisters. It's a sweet photo, one that I can imagine Pedro was on the other side of, grinning wildly while taking. Y/N Pascal is an elusive figure that the media and her husband's fans have been trying to know better for a few years now. She is what is best described as a "normie," that is to say that she is just like you and me; that is perhaps what makes her so interesting to fans. She doesn't appear to have any ties to the industry; she isn't some big-wig producer's daughter; in fact, despite their insistence, fans have been unable to find anything on her. She has no public social media accounts, no company profiles online, and no one she went to high school with has come forward with a tik tok horror story (yet!). The couple are shrouded in mystery; no one seems to know how they met, where Y/N is from, or even the highly shrouded question of her age. She certainly appears younger than Pascal by a good few years, and I'm sure that I could find thousands of posts online speculating (or being downright nasty) about how young she is. But out of respect for the happy couple, I leave it a mystery.

The sharp heels of the sensible shoes that Pascal's assistant is wearing suddenly come back into earshot. She warns me to be ready with my stuff as “they” will be home soon. I don't think twice about her words before hauling ass back to the couch and trying to pull myself together. It's not long before I hear the front door open. Amy (Pascal's assistant that I had only just remembered the name of) runs to the door. I walk slower behind awkwardly, not wanting to intrude (despite the fact that I had spent the last ten minutes snooping around what was essentially a stranger's house). I peek round the corner to be greeted with Pascal's broad back. He is facing away from me, talking to his assistant lowly. His assistant finishes speaking and moves past me, wishing me luck in passing. Pascal doesn't turn around to greet me yet; in fact, he drops down onto one knee to reveal to my utmost shock his wife. Neither of them pay me any mind as he begins untying her shoes for her, ever the gentleman everyone believes he is.

It's not a second later that the man of the hour turns around to greet me. He smiles widely at me, and I find myself blushing slightly at his unwavering eye contact as he introduces himself. He only introduces himself by his first name, not something I find often when meeting famous people; they are often eager to give me the name that everyone knows and loves them by. It seems a bit of a strange phenomenon in Hollywood that has missed Pascal. His wife then steps forward to introduce herself. I hate to be the bearer of bad news to the millions of jealous fans, but Y/N Pascal is strikingly beautiful; even as I meet her in her own home with no makeup, she glows ethereally with a striking smile that looks like it belongs on the cover of a magazine. In that moment meeting her I quickly see why Pascal holds her in such admiration.

Much to my disappointment, that is the first and last time I see her during the interview. Pedro ushers her away somewhere out of sight with a protective arm around her shoulder. I can hear him mutter to her lowly, promising to be quick. Before kissing her goodbye with an "I love you." It makes my heart ache with a longing. Much like the rest of the internet, I wish I had a man like Pedro Pascal. We chat for a while, while exploring his house, he speaks passionately about his career, which he clearly loves. He has a flame behind his eyes as he speaks about his long-winded love for the cinema. He tells me stories of his famous friends that are featured on his walls. We laugh together, and he very much reminds me of an old friend. Even though I should be interviewing him, I let him talk, rambling on about things that I didn't find important enough to put in this interview, but they certainly put a smile on my face.

The house is beautiful; it's decorated nicely and feels authentic and homely. It's not massive, not overly obnoxious in the way many celebrity houses are; it's still big, the kind of size that screams loving family. I don't mean to make assumptions, but it almost feels like it's been brought with the idea of a growing family in mind. I complement the house easily. Pedro smiles at me. For the first time in the interview, he refers to his wife. He tells me that he hadn't cared where they lived; “anywhere is home when you are with someone that you love,” but insists that she had loved the house the moment they first saw it. "She has better taste than me,” he tells me with a loving glint in his eye. "She did a good job.” I compliment, he nods and smiles, "always thought I was biased 'cause I’m married to her, but glad to know it's not just me." I feel awfully privileged to get an insight into Pedro's fondness of his wife. It's not often that he speaks about her publicly; she gets mentioned in passing during interviews and is often spotted at events with him, safely away from the cameras, but it's clear to the general public that his marriage is a part of his life that he wishes to keep away from public scrutiny.

Its towards the end of the interview that I do ask him about his marriage. We walk past a wedding photo that depicts him and his lovely bride squashed together on one seat, smiling widely at the camera. He doesn't say anything when he notices me peering at the photo. I ask him carefully if he thinks being a married man has changed him. He ponders for a second. "Probably,” he answers me carefully. It's not the response I had expected from him, so I quickly encourage him to go on. "I suppose it has in a way,” he continues. “It's not that the amount of love I had changed, but I feel so proud about it now, like that I want to shout from the rooftops and tell everyone of my loved ones how much I love my wife, MY wife, ya know?” I smile and nod at his explanation. I understand what he is saying—such a sweet sentiment that it makes my heart warm.

We don't speak for much longer after that; he briefly mentions a few upcoming projects, which he seems excited for. I ask him what he has planned next, after his next few big projects are done. He hesitates for a second. “Truthfully,” he says, “I plan on taking a step away for a bit.” I ask if he wants to settle down more. “Yeah, that's part of it; I mean, I’m not getting any younger.” He tells me, “Things are changing soon, and I just want to be settled with my family.” He finishes. I wonder for a moment what he is referring to when he mentions these soon changes; I don't ponder on it too long; much like a crazed fan, I have a few theories floating around in my head.

We wrap up the interview from there; he is as polite and gracious as he has been the entire time, shaking my hand and thanking me for my time. I try to thank him for the interview and for letting me into his house, but he simply shakes his head at me, insisting it was his pleasure. He disappears soon after that, saying he has something to attend to (and speed walking in the direction that his wife disappeared to). I'm left to see myself out; I don’t snoop too much after I’m left alone. I make my way back to the front of the house, peering around as I go. I peek inside one room that appears to be in the middle of some kind of renovation or do-over. There are multiple pieces of yet-to-be put together furniture on the ground as the walls look to be in the middle of being painted a pastel purple color.

I’m about to leave when something catches my eye—on the table by the front door, which has various bits and bobs scattered over it, but none of these catch my eye. I step closer to get a clearer view of what appears to be a small black and white photo. I quickly realize what it is: tucked beneath the wallet I had seen Pedro place down before our interview began is an ultrasound. I smile knowingly as my theory is proven correct; the Pascal family is about to be adding another member.

Congratulations to Pedro as his wife on the upcoming addition to their family.

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icyg4l · 11 months ago

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PAC: What Do You Need to Know Right Now?

Hello beautiful people. Happy Monday! Today is special because this will be my first fully intuitive PAC reading, meaning no cards just vibes lmao. This week Friday, I am having yet another Five Dollar Friday Sale so stay tuned in for that! Without further ado, please select the image that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: You need to learn how to surrender to the Divine. I heard “the choice is yours”. Whatever major decision you’ve been contemplating on will ultimately be up for you to decide. You choose your own destiny but you don’t have to know all the steps/details of getting there. Have some confidence in your journey. Everything will be alright. This is for some of you, if you are a business owner or your love language is acts of service, you need to learn how to say no. Turning your services down to people who don’t deserve it is okay to do. All money isn’t good money. As you try to make a name for yourself, lean into your gut feelings. Don’t navigate through this world by being willfully naive. You know more than most. Some of you may have been encountering shady characters. I am channeling the energy of Douda from The Chi; very Devil-like, King of Cups (RX) type of energy. A lot of you have been dealing with two-faced men within the past two years but I am seeing a door shutting in someone’s face in my third eye. You are going to start walking away from people/places/things that no longer serve you. This newfound courage will result in long-term abundance and prosperity. Don’t be afraid to start over. Out with the old, in with the new, babe!

extras: jenifer lewis. “candace/candy”. florist. unable to wink. listening to whitney houston. weather forecast. “maurice/morris”. feeling underestimated. desperate housewives. fearful. cotton candy. yes indeed (2018). cold at night. arm wrestling champ. loose cannon.

Pile Two: I feel like you are going through some physical changes. You could be pregnant, soon-to-be moving, upgrading your furniture, painting your house, learning how to do makeup to be an MUA, etc. You could be doing multiple things at once right now. Your ability to shift from one gig to another is admirable. You’re very versatile. You’re an independent person but you should know that you don’t have to carry the work alone. You have people around you that are willing to help and nurture your talents and skills. The car you drive was created because of team effort. The food you eat is consumable because of a team! The books you read were not solely published because of the author, but because there was a team behind them! Nobody is truly by themselves, honey! Allow people to experience your energy. I feel like it took a long time for you to be this comfortable with yourself. But ultimately, you are human and you need people around you! You will know who your people are when you get around them.

extras: diana/deana. red flags. movie theatre. drug major. oomf. cheese lover. movement. smokey. black eyed peas. rice & peas. red nails. classic manicure. turning 30/milestone birthday.

Pile Three: I feel like you’re guarding your energy right now, Pile Three. You’ve been caved in with your lover, lol. I didn’t mean for this to turn into a love reading but heyyyy, I see you! :). Your union was not supposed to last as long as it has on the surface but it did. I am sensing that it was originally a one night stand or a summer fling. However, it was divinely orchestrated to be that way. I am seeing those Pinterest drawings of soulmates in my third eye. This person is someone you’re aligned with on a soul level; this is karmic. However, karmic ≠ codependent. Make sure that you have your own life outside of this person. This person does have all eyes on you and vice versa. I can tell that the passion is mutual. If you are planning to go on a vacation with this person soon, expect a promotion in your relationship to happen. This promotion could be an engagement/wedding, moving in together, meeting the family, etc. I see you two eating slices of fruit on the beach, feeding one another while smiling and giggling amongst each other. This is a lovely connection thus far. I also see you being spoiled with gifts of your choice. This person is a gift giver for sure, along with wanting to spend quality time with you! However, this is just the beginning. Ground yourself in the present moment. Savor and soak up every waking day with this person.

extras: montgomery, alabama. jason/justin. sam. cartier glasses. fake ID. retribution. academy. pork. glamorous. marjorie. fake gym rat. attracted to pheromones. high achiever. monie/monet. kansas.

Pile Four: This is for a few of you, but some of you could have known someone that was recently released from jail/mental health facility/nursing home. You could be their caregiver/keeper. Others of you have family members/a partner that are financially dependent on you. I know that you feel burdened by this. Both the financial burden and the mental burden can be frustrating. I do see your situation improving. Someone is lightening the load. I feel like you are going to receive extra support, specifically from another woman. She is going to offer help & it will no longer be a job carried by one person. Whoever this is, they have been in your position before so you don’t have to worry about being pitied or feeling lesser than her. Another thing is that you should definitely get started on your laundry. I feel like you are going through a bout of depression right now. Start off with the small tasks first then do the big things. You need to take your time & be patient with yourself.

extras: air jordan’s. new microwave. corn on the cob. jogging. morph. telling stories. future focused. gold rings. coffee. marlboro. notre dame. golden shepard.

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captainjacklyn · 2 years ago

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jealous headcanon with neige, trey, jamil, cater, epel and rook please

Ok, a jealous head canon coming right up ! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope you enjoy reading this. So sorry for making this so late.

Pairing(s) : neige leblanche x reader, trey clover x reader, jamil viper x reader, cater diamond x reader, epel felmier x reader, rook hunt x reader

Warning(s) : well...jealousy, a bit of possessive behavior because you are their partner after all ! The reader's gender wasn't mentioned so it will be gender neutral, please send in a request if you wanted it to be specific.

Neige Leblanche :

Neige isn't one to be jealous easily, he's constantly surrounded by admirers so if anything you need to know what you're getting into once you decide to date him.

If you get jealous he'll apologize but Neige is far too nice to shoo off his fans. It's annoying, but you must understand that fame also has its flaws. Such as...this one.

He gets a little pouty if he sees you spending more time with someone else than him.

If its just a quick hello or a short conversation he doesn't mind. The boy isn't going to destroy your social life !

Of course he won't immediately show it when you're with that certain person but once he notices just how happily you're smiling in their company, Neige starts to have doubt.

He would understand the pressure of having to be with a star, he always needs to dress up so that people don't recognize him.

Would you be happier with someone else ?

Would you be better off with a person who doesn't have to make you suffer the fate of being watched 24/7 simply because they're popular ?

he will distance himself from you and you have to talk to him about his behavior towards you.

Tell him that you're happy and that you love him for who he is, not because of position in fame.

Trey Clover :

He is an easy going/really chill guy, Trey doesn't get clingy or becomes a jerk when he feels possessive of his partner.

He won't plan the person's death either. Looking at you jade-

If you are the one who is causing this jealousy by flirting with a random friend or being physically closer with another platonic companion he doesn't know :

Trey would be more of a doubtful type of jealous, similarly to Neige, he'll immediately think the problem is him.

Maybe he hasn't given you enough attention this week or he did something wrong and now you're finding yourself in the need to receive this recognition from someone else.

Will ask if he did anything to upset you, will maybe act more lovey lovey then he already is, probably asks you something like "Do you wanna try the sweets I've been baking ? I made a little too much so it would be great if you could help me not get scolded by riddle !"

Now for the different scenario :

The person you're interacting with is the one who is doing the flirting and/or acting too touchy with you.

He talks to you regarding the matter but he won't make a big deal about it. Just brings it up one day and as his lovable partner you can either tell the other guy/girl to stop because you're taken or simply cut ties with them.

A healthy relationship isn't healthy without trust and if you don't trust him or if he doesn't trust you then get tf out-

He's just a cool husband, good husband material. Must marry.

Jamil Viper

Jamil will handle the situation in a very calm manner but on the inside he has already murdered whoever is taking up your attention 3 times. wait now it's 4-

When he does get jealous he completely denies it cause he thinks it's childish to think the way he is thinking when someone gets too chummy with his partner.

If it's Kalim then dear lord please tell the sweet prince to run or else another overblot is going to explode.

...

I did not just witnessed you speeding down the dorm hallways with an oblivious dorm leader in your arms and a vice housewarden viciously shooting snakes at y'all.

If you're the one who is initiating the whole..whatever he assumes to be flirting he will give you the worst silent treatment.

And I mean it when I say the worst.

Bro doesn't even look like he's breathing the same air as you, no acts of service will ever have Jamil give you a single glance in the next 500 hours.

After that he's a bit grumpy but with an apology along with the head of the person you flirted with will get him to forgive you.

"Just don't do that again, I don't know what kind of sorcery had you flirting with that student but you better not do it ever again."

Our Viper boy is someone who requires loyalty in a partner despite not being that loyal to his own future ruler himself ! COUGH COUGH YOU CAN STOP KILLING ME JAMIL

Cater Diamond

UUUH- what.

First of all, I have no idea how he would react.

I'm hesitating between 'he'll flirt with that person with you' or 'he'll turn into a completely different individual and scare the other one to death.'

...

Yeah no, neither of them work.

Cater is not someone who strikes me as possessive or completely open either. Similarly to Neige, this man is going to feel insecure and probably lose his smile when he sees you look more cheerful/ flirty around someone who isn't him.

Walks away, head down and eyes on his phone. He scrolls through magicam to keep his mind distracted, but Trey could tell his smile didn't reach his eyes when he saw him.

"hey there Trey-un ! Uh ? Oh [Name] ? They're just hanging around their friends, I decided to leave them alone since I didn't wanna bother..Mmh ? Am I jealous ? I mean I shouldn't be, but you're right..I am. But don't go telling them that, the last thing I want if for them to get mad at me. I wouldn't wanna loose my favorite Magicam Star !"

It's depressing, I'm not even joking, it's really really sad.

GO APOLOGISE RN

If the person is flirting with you and making you uncomfortable then he'll jump right in and rescue you from those idiots cay-cay style !

*abominable shriek of cringe*

Why is his English translation so wonky-

Epel Felmier

Anger, lots of it, especially if someone is hitting on you in front of him. And knowing what will happen if that person mistakes him while flirting with you for a girl just makes it worse.

He'll get annoyed of course, but he sure is furious now !

Epel can get possessive, he'll punch the teeth out of the student who dared to even look at you weird.

If you're visibly uncomfortable he doesn't hesitate to step in and pull you towards him.

"They belong to me, fucker." "EPEL ! LANGUAGE !" "VIL SHUT THE FUCK UP!-"

Just kiss him and remind him that you'll never leave because someone tells you one to three pick up lines. He's the manliest man in your eyes and that'll never change.

You flirt with someone else :

He's running up to you screaming and crying about how unfaithful you are.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ?!" "Epel-" "IS IT BECAUSE I'M NOT TALL?! IT BETTER NOT BE WHY!" "I just asked them where the next chemistry class was." "..." "DID YOU NOT ASK ME BECAUSE I'M NOT MANLY?!-" "Epel please-"

Rook Hunt

HAHA run.

Both of you, run.

There is no escaping this man, he's hunting you both for dinner.

Rook is one who's ok for open relationships but if it means straight up cheating, you are dead.

If the friend is the one who's hitting on you but you don't reciprocate he'll just jump right onto the conversation and be like :

"I know ! My trickster is the most gorgeous person I ever met, however, that means they deserve to be worshipped so bow down and praise the ground they walk on you predator-"

Jk, unless.

I mean your his partner and a god/dess to his eyes, you deserve to be treated as such.

We all know how he can't stop blabbering about your gorgeousness. (I'm gonna be honest with you rn I have no idea how to write for this guy, he is so weird and will get turned on just for witnessing a murder.)

So he isn't surprised when other people are attracted to you, if it's just a friend, then he would like to know them better.

If it's someone who straight up tries to flirt with you while you're uncomfortable then he'll jump right in and say the exact words I expected him to previously.

On the other hand, if you were the one trying to catch someone else's eye then he'll ask you what's wrong.

"Is there something I haven't been doing right for you Beauté ?"

If you managed to score Rook then please marry me you're drop dead heavenly-

Thank you for reading now bababye~

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smuttyfang · 24 days ago

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Jinx

Calming The Voices (Male Reader)

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You and Jinx have gradually become closer over time. With your understanding, kindness and patience, she’s learned that she can trust you and that she’s safe with you. One day, this patience and kindness pays off as she leaves a note by your bedside as you sleep to meet her under The Last Drop.

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The Last Drop. The mention of that name brings about different memories and reminders, depending on who you’re mentioning it to. A look of fondness or admiration, regret, or even glares of anger. Most just decided not to mention the past except in hushed whispers to trusted friends and allies. Most who would have supported Vander’s ideals had fallen in line to Silco, begrudgingly so. Others wholeheartedly supported the new ideals without question.

Not to say that Silco didn’t have plenty of people above the nobodies who hated him and wanted all the power instead of him, but that’s entirely irrelevant to you. It’s not something you care in the slightest to have an interest in. You were all in the same shit situation down here regardless of who happens to be in charge.

The past of this bar felt long a long distant memory to most in the Undercity. Today, ever since Silco took hold of the reins, it had become a den of shady deals, hushed whispers of anarchy, the place to go when you needed a fix. There were massive profits to be had from feeding vices, which was obviously recognized by Silco himself. One thing would always remain true, whether you were from the Undercity or from the world above it..

Everyone has a vice, no matter who they are. With Silco in charge, The Last Drop existed to feed whatever vice anyone happened to have. You were almost guaranteed to find something here to feed into your basest pleasures.

Not you, though. You were different from all the others. Your vice, it couldn’t be bought or sold. Your vice was no drug. Nothing you could smoke or inject. No drink of choice that would burn your throat all the way down until it warms your belly, causing your cheeks to flush red. No, your vice is something else entirely. Something that others feared much more than drugs or alcohol. Something that none of them would ever touch or even attempt to do so. It certainly wasn’t an option on the menu here.

Her.

You stood outside The Last Drop, pulling out the note that had been silently left by her on your bedside table in the middle of the night. She had a way of being.. A bit quirky, if nothing else. The drawing had pink and blue drawings of mechanical monkey faces, along with a few simple words and a small grease stain.

Beneath The Last Drop. Metal stairs. Tonight.

You placed it back in your coat pocket. Her way of showing her desire to open up to you was a bit odd, but that’s how she was. You didn’t mind. You knew she had been through a lot. A lot more than a person should have to suffer through. Although she hadn’t told you in great detail, you could always see the pain and hurt behind her eyes. The way the voices in her head would seem to be so loud within her own mind. No matter how much she tried to hide it, you could see through the facade she put on for others. That facade always threatened to fall away when she was with you. She showed you, and only you, who she truly was. A woman full of great pain and sadness. She wasn’t someone who needed to be fixed or cured. She was someone who just needed to be loved properly. You were more than happy to be that person for as long as she would allow you to be.

As you stared at the bar, basking in the growing green light, you took a moment to remember how your relationship with her began. At first, it seemed to frustrate her. The way that she struggled to maintain herself around you gave her a strong mixture of irritation and curiosity. She halfway avoided you for quite some time, although you happened to catch her a time or two keeping an eye on you from a distance. Or the few times she would accidentally bump into you.. Eventually though, she seemed to open up more and more to the idea of you and the feelings you gave her when you came around. You never pushed her to talk. Always a wonderful listener, you always let her take the reins of any conversation that you shared with her. Over time, she’s gradually begun to be more herself around you. She would let herself get emotional or upset. You would just listen, always listen, and it was as if you could somehow understand what she was trying to say. Even when she didn’t fully understand it herself, you always managed to.

Her way of thanking you was often a kiss on the cheek before she quickly and swiftly disappeared, or a small wind up gift she would make and leave by your bedside as you slept. Usually monkey themed, of course. Sometimes they would walk, sometimes they would have a music box placed inside to play a little tune. She always put her heart into how she thanked you.

You adored her. Just as she was. She didn't need to change. She just needed love and understanding.

As you walked toward the bar and stepped inside, the pounding of the music filled your ears. Glasses could barely be heard being moved around and touched together over all the noise. Everyone here was always loud and lively. The quietest parts of the room were the edge and corner booths, in which everyone always made their deals and shady, half hearted agreements. Those were the places where the most whispers would ever occur in this room. The rest of the place was the opposite. Everyone else laughed at the bar, or danced to the music in the center of the room. Punches were thrown quite often here, leading to people being kicked out. Eventually they’d almost always find their way back in though. Someone would really have to go to an extreme extent to be permanently banned from here, and the ones who did something bad enough to get to that point were usually found dead in the end. Drugs were used all throughout the bar without a care in the world. Smoke swirled throughout the air, almost heavy enough to make you choke on your breath. It made the room hazy and unclear, along with the flashing strobe lights.

You didn’t bother looking around. You knew she wouldn’t be here with all the noise and clatter, even if you didn’t have the note she left for you. Having spent time with her in the amount of time that you have thus far, you knew better. She liked to be here only when everyone else was gone. When it was quiet. This wasn’t your kind of scene, and it certainly wasn’t hers either.

The large, brooding bartender watched as you stepped close to the bar, glaring at you. His gaze followed you closely. He was bald, covered in piercings and tattoos, keeping his arms crossed to give off an intimidating appearance. Seemingly, he knew why you were there. He nodded, motioning his head for you to go through the door back behind the bar. He didn’t necessarily seem to care too much.. Until after you made it past. When you did, the bartender was suddenly bombarded by patrons of the bar. Some of the patrons were getting angry, frustrated. They somehow got the idea in their heads that you had the option of going back to Silco’s office to talk to him directly without requesting it first. They wanted to talk to him, ask for favors, offer their services to him to earn his favor.

You didn’t give a single shit about Silco. You wanted to see her.

You could hear the bartender cursing as the music began to fade away. His fists slammed loudly against the bar, causing a quick, momentary silence among the patrons.

“Fuck off, Silco ain’t seein’ anybody right now. Pack of fuckin’ hyenas, all of ya. If he had any reason to need ya, then you wouldn’t have to beg!” You could vaguely hear the disgruntled groans of the patrons before it all eventually began to fade away.

You walked straight past what you could tell was Silco’s office. It was the only one that looked relatively nice, compared to the other doors in the same hallway that were more plain. Those people in the bar could never understand that you didn’t care about him or what he wanted. The only reason he crossed your mind at all was because of how he treated her.

She deserved better than everything she’s ever gotten in her life. He cared about her, in his own incredibly odd and unhealthy way. It was for his own selfish reasons though. You knew better than to say that to either of them, so you kept the thoughts inside about him when around Jinx. You knew it would trigger her.

As you continued walking down the hall past his office, the walls began to open up a bit more. Walls that were covered with wood or wallpaper were replaced with metal and tin. You found the metal steps that the note mentioned, seeing that they opened up into a large metal chasm. Somehow, it was mostly quiet here. All the noise from the bar was completely gone. There was only the humming of some mechanical fans that lined the walls.

Jinx had always taken her time to decorate every little thing she created or touched. This room was no exception. A pathway of metal stood before you, with no railing to prevent anything or anyone from falling off the edge and into the large metal chasm below. A large circular walkway stood in the center, a desk fashioned from more metal lining the entire piece. There were a few more walkways leading to dead ends with more of her things, but you were unfocused on those at the moment as you walked warily along the path.

It was a bit nerve wracking, walking along this metal path with nothing to prevent you from falling. If anything else, it showed how little she seemed to care for her own well being that she would make no effort to place any kind of railing on the edge.

She sat at the desk in the center, facing away from you. You could see the glow of her tools igniting and sparking as she worked on some mechanical pieces. You could see the heads of those little monkey bombs that you had come to recognize strewn about the desk next to her. She must have been creating more of them for something that would be happening soon. Her head bobbed, her blue braids dancing on her back as her music played. Purple and blue lights, as well as drawings of the same colors, adorned random parts of the whole area. She quickly heard your footsteps, turning her music down. She giggled as she stood up, removing her goggles and tossing them onto the table. One of her monkey bomb heads fell to the floor, but she seemed to pay it no mind.

She stood there with her hands behind her back, swaying playfully. You really came to adore her mannerisms and how she carried herself. Something about it was just so cute.

“No trouble finding me?” She asked, walking toward you slowly. Step by step, her hips swayed along with her braids. She was intoxicating to look at and watch. She moved with a gracefulness and smoothness that was difficult to look away from. Her eyes were always so expressive, so pretty and blue. They were bright and full when she saw you, different from the way they looked when she saw anybody else. You’d seen her angry, sad, frustrated, every emotion you could imagine. The way her eyes changed when she saw you though, it was something entirely unique.

“Not at all. Pretty self explanatory.” You tell her. “Pretty sure I pissed off the bartender though.” You mention, shrugging your shoulders. She groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, he’s just a big mean lug anyways. He’s always mad!” She places her hands on her hips, pursing her lips. “He gets mad cuz I only come up there when they’re closed. Don’t like all the people and the noise.” She hummed and shrugged her shoulders. “‘Scuse me, big jerk.” You smiled at her mannerisms, looking behind her to the pile of monkey bombs.

“Making more?” You asked her curiously, walking over to the forgotten head on the floor that had fallen when you arrived. Picking it up, you looked at it closely. She really went out of her way to put intricate detail into every little thing she did, and it never failed to fascinate you.

“Yeah, somethin’ big in the works I guess.” She says, tilting her head and smiling as you run your fingers across the monkey head. “Cute little guys, right?”

“They are very cute, yes.” You say, sadness evident in your voice. It was hard to know she would be putting herself in another dangerous situation again soon.

“I know, I know.” She groaned, as if understanding what your voice was implying. “You don’t want me in danger. But I gotta be.” She approaches you more closely, leaning down and looking up at you. “I’ll be fine!”

“I’m worried one day that you won’t be.” You admit to her, sitting the monkey head down gently on the table. You feel her take a hold of your wrist, shaking her head.

“Not now. Not gonna talk about it. Not now. Wanna..” The shine in her eyes begins to quickly change. They began to fill with tears that she was now trying to hold back. She often switched between emotions very quickly, and you had learned to adapt to it. “Want you to meet some people.” She tells you slowly, her gaze rapidly moving from you to the floor. Her head falls as she pulls you along with her by your wrist, leading you to a different part of the walkway than the one you entered from.

It was a small area, a dead end on the edge of one end of the metal walkway. It was lit up in blue and purple. A large, well made doll with spiked hair sat on the couch, resting back as if it were relaxing. Its head was downturned and its feet were up on the coffee table in front of it, as if it had fallen asleep there. Another doll was hanging next to it. It was much smaller in size, more rounded, and wore a pair of broken and busted up goggles.

Jinx brought you to the area, her eyes filling with tears and struggling to hold it all back. She was full of emotion about this, so you stayed quiet to let her handle it and talk about it in her own way. She squeezed your wrist before letting go, sitting on the metal floor with a light thud. She curled up like she always did when she was upset, pulling her knees to her chest and covering her mouth. She mumbled.

“Mylo and Claggor..” She kept her eyes on the dolls. You carefully sat down next to her, looking at the dolls with her. She seemed to have made them with great care and detail. “Mylo picked on me a lot.” Jinx twitched her head a bit. “Powder could never do anything right, could she?”

“Powder?” You asked her. She remained still.

“Me. Who I used to be, anyway. She could never do anything right.” She suddenly twitched again, covering her ears. “Shut up, I’m trying!” She growled at no one. “I only wanted to help!” She yelled again, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. “Shut up, shut up.. She’s dead now, so shut up!” She whimpered to herself. She kept her ears covered and closed her eyes. You carefully lifted your arm, gently wrapping it around her shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay.. I’m here.” You whispered softly to her. She was shaking. You’d seen her have moments like this before, but still didn’t know the full extent of what she was experiencing. You assumed it was hallucinations or memories popping back up into her head, but you never pried. Deep within your heart, you knew that she would tell you when she was ready and able to talk about it. The last thing she needed was another person pushing her.

“I never stop hearing voices.” She admits to you as she lets you hold her. “I’ve never shown them to anyone before.” She tells you, looking at her dolls once again. Even the dolls were made with great care, as everything was that she created by hand. She was so talented.

“Hey..” You begin to speak to her once again. “You don’t have to-” She cuts you off.

“It’s my fault they're dead. They live inside my head because I just wouldn't listen. Stupid, stupid Powder!” She grumbled, halfway smacking the side of her own head in frustration. You hated knowing she felt like this. She’s held onto these feelings for such a long time now and is still having trouble letting them out.

“Jinx..” You say softly as you turn more toward her on the cold, metal floor. You wrap both of your arms around her this time from her side. “Stop. Don’t make yourself upset. Thank you for showing me this. But you don’t need to keep going.” You remind her, letting her make the choice for herself. She sniffles, wrapping herself in your embrace more tightly. She rests her head on your chest, her body relaxing just a bit more as she closes her eyes and breathes in and out deeply. You can hear her occasional sniffles, as well as the light shivering and shaking she would do once every few moments.

“You understand me better than anyone else does.” She says to you, still muffled by your chest.

“I don’t really understand, I’ll admit that. But, I’m always going to be patient with you, Jinx.” You remind her.

“I know.” She tells you. She sniffles a few more times before pulling away, her playful demeanor quickly returning. This was how she coped, and you were going to let her do what she needed to do to handle things. “Hey, lemme show you something else!” She quickly jumps up, pulling you up from the floor. She leads you by your wrist once again to a different side of the metal chasm. It was another dead end, but this area was a bit different. She had placed a railing alongside this part of the area. It was more dimly lit, with candles instead of her usual bright purple and blue lights. To be honest, it looked like a nest. It was built with a canopy overhead, and inside was a large spread of bedding and pillows. Blankets and plushies adorned the outside edge. It looked like an inviting, cozy area to sleep.

“This is nice, Jinx. Is this where you’ve been sleeping?” You asked curiously.

“Yes! But I made it bigger and safer, ya know? In case..” Her eyes darted toward a small box next to one of her plushies. It was unmistakable what it was. It was an outfit of your own that you quickly recognized. Along with leaving gifts at your place while you slept, she must have taken the opportunity to gather up some of your clothing as well.

“Is that..?” You began to ask. She approached you, waving her arms back and forth frantically as she tried to explain herself.

“I just grabbed it when I put that note on your nightstand! I figured, ya know, I mean, if you ever got sleepy or tired you could, stay here with.. Me? Maybe?” She continued to frantically rant, her cheeks flushing with a light pink hue. “I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought the option might be nice? And the canopy closes, so we can have more privacy. I can get you some food from the bar too!” As she frantically spilled words from her lips, you couldn’t help but smile.

She said it herself. You truly did understand her better than anyone else did.

“Jinx..” You whispered as you approached her, wrapping your arms around her. Your hands circled her slender waist, falling to her lower back. She always felt so small and delicate, even though you knew she was far from that. She was a tough warrior, in her strength of body as well as emotion. “It’s okay. I understand. Relax. I’ll stay with you tonight, if you want me to.” Her eyes filled with emotion again, taking on a sweet innocence. She nodded, giving you a gentle smile. She silently pulled you into the little nest of bedding she had made, sitting down on the soft fabrics. She got onto her knees, reaching up to pull the strings holding the canopy open. It closed with a light flutter, giving the both of you a little more privacy than you felt like you had before in the wide open chasm. It felt like you were both alone, in your own little world in this little space together. She turned back around to face you, crawling close to you. Without much warning, she crawled into your lap without a word. She kicked off her shoes behind her as she crawled, then placed her hands on your shoulders to steady herself. She simply hugged you tightly. Her head rested on your shoulder as she kept her hands in place. You wrapped your arms around her slender waist, pulling her against you as much as you physically could.

Both of you simply enjoyed the moment for a long time. You rubbed her lower back, causing her to sigh happily as she enjoyed the feeling of your touch. She clearly felt safer in your arms than she did anywhere else in the world. You wanted her to have a place to not be afraid, to let things out and allow herself to just breathe for a while.

After that long moment of silence and peace, Jinx lifts her head from your shoulders. She looks at you with something new, something you’d never seen before in her eyes. They were sparkling, anticipation and other unclear emotions were raging inside of her. It was written all over her face. Instinctively, she pressed her body against yours even more, as if she couldn’t get close enough to you.

“Sorry, I just..” She began to tell you as she squeezed you tightly. “Need this, you.” She admits to you, rubbing her face into your shoulder and settling it in a cozy spot.

You couldn’t control it. In that moment, you felt a twitch. Your cock reacted to her body. You tried to hold it back, but how could you? She was stunning, perfect, and she was sitting right in your lap, on top of you.

You’ve imagined something like this with her many times, although you’ve never pressured her for it. You waited until she was ready and willing to do it on her own. Now that she was, it felt a hundred times better than you could have ever imagined.

“Jinx, what’s wrong?” You asked her. As much as you wanted her, you had to be sure with no doubts at all that you weren’t misinterpreting or misunderstanding her body language. She kept looking down at you, eyes still swirling with emotions. Her face changes were always rapid. Excited, nervous, happy, sad, drained. It must have been incredibly tiring for her, flipping through all of her emotions with such quickness and intensity all the time. You let her know you were still there and continued to rub her lower back gently.

“Not wrong, not really.” She whispers, her gaze darting down and back up to your eyes. You moved a hand to her cheek, holding her face. She melts into your hand, closing her eyes. “It’s right, at least I think it is..” One of her hands reached up, gently taking a hold of your face as well. Her nails lightly touched your cheeks on each side as she gently squeezed them in her slender fingers. It was becoming too difficult not to react to her. Your cock grew harder, and you knew she could feel it pressing against her now as she still sat in your lap. She moved her hips just enough against you to make you feel her. To make you want her.

“Jinx, if you don’t stop.. I can’t control-” She cuts you off, squeezing your face just a bit more. Not nearly enough to hurt, no. It was a squeeze that told you that she was trying to open up. To tell you exactly what she was hoping for at this moment. What she truly needed and wanted. You could see the internal struggle in her eyes of trying to find the right words to say to you. She held her breath only for a moment, before leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“Make the voices stop.” She told you. It wasn’t really a command, it felt more like a request. Even.. maybe a desperate plea. You could quiet everything going on within her mind. You were the one thing that could calm the whirlwind of emotion and overwhelming fire that threatened to consume her mind entirely.

You pulled her by her waist against your body as you crashed your lips into hers. Both of your tongues quickly began to dance with one another in a sloppy, wet embrace. She let out such soft and sweet sighs, it made you twitch even more with need for her. You needed to hear more as she fell into the heat of pleasure caused by your touch.

Her hips ground down into yours, as if she were trying her hardest to turn you into a mess of need for her. Or, maybe she was just that desperate for you too. Playfully, she uses her strength to push you down to the floor completely. Falling onto the blankets and pillows now beneath you, she giggles adorably, watching your eyes widen with fascination and desire.

“Lookin’ nice and comfy there, handsome.” She says as she carefully begins removing her top. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric too slowly, teasing you. She begins to lift it up, letting her breasts fall free. They were enough to be a nice handful, perky too. Her nipples were already hard, made more so by the cool air around you both. The tent in your pants was becoming an aching annoyance at this point, standing at attention with desire to be with her. You begin to move your arms to touch her, but she stops you. She places your hands by the wrists back down to the blankets beneath you. “Not yet!” She tells you, smiling playfully. She begins to remove her pants too, somehow doing it smoothly and gracefully despite the awkward height of the canopy overhead. They get tossed in a forgotten pile off to the side with her shoes.

This was the first time you’d seen her body fully like this. Her blue cloud tattoos on her arms and side were fully visible to your eyes. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, and her waist was slender. She was fully shaved as well.

She took a hold of the waistband of your pants, her fingers curling to get a hold of your underwear along with them. She begins to pull them down slowly, carefully looking at your body. Her nails just barely raked across your skin as she did so, sending shivers down your spine. She noticed giving you a cheeky grin. It was her first time seeing you like this too, and she was just as excited as you were. She slowly pulls them all the way down, tossing them aside with her own clothes. You lift yourself up enough to pull your own shirt overhead, lying back down on the blankets. Sitting up just enough on some pillows to watch her, she giggles adorably, almost slithering her way down between your legs. She keeps her pretty blue eyes locked with yours, her slender fingers finding their way to wrap around your cock. Her touch was somehow so delicate and soft, completely enrapturing you. She chuckles as she tilts her head from side to side, looking at your cock as if she were trying to memorize it. She carefully leans forward, almost letting the tip touch her lips..

Before blowing air on it. You shivered, causing her to giggle even more.

“Jinx, come on..” You breathe out in a huff. She then suddenly presses it to her lips, licking and kissing the head. Shivers run down your spine as you watch her and uncontrollably let a groan escape from deep in your chest. Those blue eyes of hers were staying locked with yours to see every reaction that she coaxed out of you. You were mesmerized by her gaze as she began to take it all into her mouth as much as she could. She managed to let out little chuckles and smiles as she would pull away or take it further in. Her feet swung in the air, back and forth, while she bobbed up and down on your cock. Her long blue braids were strewn about the blankets around her. She controlled her gagging noises well, letting them be just loud enough for you to hear and enjoy.

Her hands made their way to your balls, carefully rubbing them and giving them just as much attention as she was giving your cock. You were completely unsure of how she was so good at this, but man.. You were lucky.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop..” You began, your words trailing off as she pulled away with a small pop. She continued swinging her feet, tilting her head to one side. She pursed those adorable swollen lips of hers.

“I have a better place for it.” She hurriedly states to you as she gets up, crawling on top of you. You had to admire the way she looked. She looked beautiful in any mood, any lighting, any outfit, including nothing at all. She was perfect. You knew she didn’t think it, but you knew it more than anyone else in the world.

“You’re perfect.” You tell her, causing her to halt her movements on top of you. Her eyes change once again as she settles herself on your legs, naked and looking down at you. Her eyes had gone back to that hint of innocence, something sweet and precious. “You are to me.” You reassure her. Her lip quivers before she shakes her head, shaking away the emotions.

“Be all sappy later!” She tells you, playfully slapping your chest. She didn’t want to be consumed with sad or frustrating emotions right now. She wanted to be consumed with you and your touch, your presence. You were more than happy to oblige.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle as you smile up at her. You watch as she moves with grace, lifting her body up skillfully above your cock. She positions your cock herself with her own hand, right where you want it to be. She rubs the head against her slick folds, moaning softly as she feels how hard it is. She teases you by doing this over and over, letting you get just a small feeling of what it would be like to be inside of her. It already feels like heaven, waiting just directly above you. “Jinx, I don’t know if I can keep handling the teasing.” You admit to her, letting your thumb rub small circles on her hips as they rocked back and forth. She moved them fluidly, as if they were water themselves. Reaching behind her, you grab her ass and give it a gentle squeeze, causing her to let out a small squeal.

“Perv.” She smiles.

“Well, duh. Look at you..” Half growling, you squeeze it again, hoping you can urge her to just sit down on your cock. It wasn’t surprising that she was being a little tease. She brought one of her fingers up to her mouth, biting it to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was too cute. In that moment, you couldn’t stand to resist her any longer. Taking your hands and placing them on her hips, you carefully begin pulling her down on your cock. Her insides envelop you like a warm blanket, making your body shiver in pleasure. A groan escapes your lips, as does a soft moan escapes hers. She fully sits down on your cock, a moan hitching in her throat as she feels how deep you are inside of her. She places both of her hands on your chest to steady herself.

“Oh..” Is all she can manage to say. You both relaxed for that moment, enjoying the sensation. You could feel her heart beating through her body, you could feel it when she squeezed herself around your cock. It was such intense pleasure that it was almost too much.

Almost.

“Take your time.” You reassure her. “Move when you’re-” She cuts you off, lifting herself up slowly to let her body then settle back down. She felt like velvet wrapping around you as she enveloped you, welcoming you into her body once again. She began moving up and down on her own, slowly and keeping a steady pace. Her hands continued to stay planted on your chest for leverage and assistance as she began bouncing up and down with ease on your cock. Reaching up, you took a hold of her breasts, kneading the supple flesh before gently pinching her nipples. She let out a small squeal, chuckling as she let you touch her where you wanted.

Boy.. did you most certainly do.

You took the opportunity to let your hands wander everywhere. All those places you’ve craved to touch for so long were now finally in your grasp, quite literally. You weren’t going to waste a single moment of the opportunity. She wasted none of her time either, expertly moving her hips against yours as she looked into your eyes. She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back. It didn’t take long for her to become more erratic with her movements, like she wasn't able to maintain her composure from the pleasure you were giving her. The feeling of her wrapped around you like this, her getting off on you like this, it was better than you could have ever imagined. Her moans began bordering on whimpers and whines as she rode you wildly, like you were a horse trying to buck her off. It was completely unhinged and erratic, wild just like she was.

“Fuck, Jinx..” You admired her beauty and uncontrolled madness as she rode you as she desired. She then leaned back on her arms, using her legs to expertly ride you that way. It gave you a beautiful view of her hips, stomach and breasts. Moving your hand along her inner thigh, you slowly ran it up until it came upon her now dripping wet pussy. Your thumb found her clit before you began rubbing small circles on it. She gasped, slowing the movements of her hips just enough to let you play with her. Her body began to shiver as you did so, small and subtle jerking movements, unable to be controlled by her, overtook her. You could feel her pussy clenching around your cock as her orgasm began to build within her body. Her stamina was outmatched as she showed no signs of slowing down above you.

You could feel your own orgasm growing close. As difficult as it was to stop, you didn’t want it to end like this. Not yet. You slowed the movements of her hips yourself, making her curiously look back down at you. Partially because you weren’t ready for it to end, yes. However, you wanted to take her in a different way. Just for a bit. As long as you’ve imagined having her writhing in pleasure beneath you, you were more than ready to finally truly see it.

“Jinx, let me.” You tell her, holding her hips in place and keeping them steady. Both of you stared at each other for a bit, breathing still ragged and shaky from each of you. She seemed to understand as she slowly lifted her hips, letting your cock fall free. She quickly moved to lie down next to you. Just as quickly did you take your opportunity to climb on top of her.

She was somehow even more gorgeous like this. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and desire as if she were in a daze. Her cheeks were flushed pink. She bit her lip, her lipstick smeared just enough to be a little messy upon her face.

She arched her back toward you, encouraging you to continue on with her. You happily obliged, wrapping your hands around her perfect waist. You quickly positioned yourself, becoming more frantic with need for her. You now knew how good it felt to be inside her, and you didn’t want to go without feeling it even for a moment.

“Hurry..” She whispered, unable to help herself either. She needed you just as much as you needed her. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, her beneath you urging you to continue and take her as yours in the most intimate way humanly possible. You pressed the head of your cock against her hole, slowly pushing forward to let her envelop you once again. You groaned as she inhaled and sighed in pleasure. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of you inside of her and memorizing every little detail of how it all felt to her. Opening her eyes once again, she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your face close to hers. She loved looking into your eyes, and that’s exactly what she continued to do as you began to thrust in and out of her slick heat.

“Jinx..” You breathed out, feeling your body begin to shiver as you felt your orgasm growing closer. You couldn’t help yourself, and you knew that you’d be unable to last much longer. Lifting your upper body back up away from her face, you began to thrust into her just a little faster. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lifted her hips, letting you reach as deep as you physically could inside of her. Her pussy almost felt like it was trying to just suck you in and hold you there.

“Cum..” She groaned breathlessly. You weren’t sure if she meant you, or herself. Regardless, reaching between her legs, you began to circle her clit once more with your thumb as you felt your own body beginning to reach its peak.

“You first.” You teased her, grinning. She grinned back, teasingly squeezing herself around your cock as tightly as she could manage.

“No, you.” She stated in response. It was a challenge then, but you were close to failing. Was it worth it to just let her win? Or give her a challenge?

Before you had too long to decide on the more fun and pleasurable option, she lifted her legs from around your body to rest them on your shoulders. With her amount of flexibility, she let you press her against the floor, your face now able to come close to hers once again. She grinned up at you, biting her lip to stifle her moans as you pressed yourself against her as much as her legs would allow. Her knees were practically right next to her head.

“Oh, fuck..” You began to falter seeing her and feeling her like this. You continued to rub her clit, feeling yourself get closer and closer. You tried to hold back, you wanted to see her to cum first..

But you couldn't hold back. Your orgasm washed over you in waves as you pumped your seed inside of her. But just as quickly as you came, she began to as well. Her slender fingers dug into the skin of your arm, just barely scratching your skin with her nails. Pleasure washed over her face as she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she felt her body come undone. She twitched beneath you, her hole tightening on your cock with each wave of the orgasm washed over her body. Her pussy milked your cock for all it was worth, working to pull out every single drop. It certainly won't be wasted..

As you both caught your breath, you stared into each other’s eyes wordlessly. An intimate, half laugh escaped both of you at the same time. She watched your eyes as you let her legs come back down from their position on your shoulders.

“Quiet..” She whispered, her voice almost getting choked up. “It’s quiet.” She tells you. Her mind was silent, for once. Her face and eyes.. She didn’t look consumed with guilt or anger or sadness. She was just existing, at this moment. Here, with you. In your embrace. It was a simple thing for her to say, but your heart clenched knowing how much the words truly meant to her.

You lie down next to her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. Both of you rested together, catching your breath and enjoying the soft hums of the fans just outside the canopy.

“I’m just gonna tell you again. You are perfect.” You tell her once again, reminding her that you cared about her just the way she was. She gave you a playful, frustrated glare. “What? You said I could be sappy afterward.” You remind her, turning her own words she had spoken earlier against her. She rolled her eyes, groaning as she sat up. Her slender fingers found their way to your knee, as she walked them up your thigh. Slowly, methodically, her look was replaced with a look of playfulness and anticipation.

“After one single round?” She asks you, as if she were bewildered. “Who exactly told you we were done?” She bit her lip, playfully giggling as she continued to walk her fingers up your body. She tilted her head like she always did, eventually reaching your chest. Moving herself up enough to kiss you, she pressed her lips to yours. This kiss was different. It wasn't as desperate and hungry as it was before. It was soft, gentle. It was loving, with all of each of your emotions pooled together to create a loving embrace in each other’s arms. You wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into you more to deepen the kiss. Pulling back enough to speak, you smiled at her.

“I guess nobody told me that.” You say, making her chuckle.

“I didn’t think so.” She says, shuffling herself around just a bit while thinking. Her eyes looked around the canopy for a few moments. She then rested her chin on her hands, a smile forming. “I have an idea.” Chuckling, she begins to turn herself around. Climbing back on top of you, she places her head right at your cock, pushing her hips back toward your face. It was a breathtaking sight, the roundness of her ass and hips directly in front of your face, her pussy still red and soaked from before.. It was like heaven itself had been spread out right before your eyes.

“Perfect idea..” You breathed out, placing your hands on her cheeks. You pulled her hips closer to your face, making her giggle before you felt her fingers wrap around your cock. You shivered under her touch uncontrollably, stifling your own noises that threatened to escape from your lips with her taste. You licked her still soaking wet sweetness, savoring the taste of it. The smell, the taste, it was fueling your desire for her and causing your cock to twitch again. At the same time, she began to take your throbbing cock into her mouth once again, slowly bobbing up and down on your cock. Her tongue circled the head each time that she came back up, skillfully stimulating every part of your sensitive member. You moaned against her as you began flicking your tongue over her clit. She shivered and gasped in pleasure, pulling away from your cock just for a moment to moan. She quickly gathered herself though, bobbing up and down on your cock again with more motivation and vigor. You let your tongue move along her slit, memorizing the way she tasted. She was soaking, eventually beginning to drip down your lips and chin. It was addictive. Just like watching her move. Just like looking into her eyes. You couldn’t get enough of it, of her. You made her whimper each time that you grabbed her hips and pulled her against your face, only encouraging you to pleasure her more and more. She pulled away with a little pop, breathing heavily and gripping your thighs.

“I can’t..” She said breathlessly. “I need you again.” Removing her body from yours, to your slight disappointment, she places herself on her hands and knees next to you. She arches her back beautifully, leaving her ass in the air just ready for your taking. The disappointment of no longer being able to taste her was quickly replaced with excitement and awe at the sight of her like this. Her arm covered the lower half of her face as she looked at you, her eyes shining as she waited for you. You quickly moved into position behind her, stopping just to take in the sight of her in this beautifully vulnerable position. Her hips were perfect to fit into your hands, her braids spread out across the blankets beneath the both of you. It was such a perfect, breathtaking sight to behold. You slowly placed your hands on her hips, rubbing them and making her ass jiggle. “Like what you see?” She chuckles, wiggling her hips a little on her own to tease you.

“Love, more like..” You whisper, still bewildered. It felt like she casted some kind of spell upon you, leaving you completely bewitched by her. Positioning yourself, you pressed the head of your cock against her hole. You had completely lost your self control at this point, and began to shove yourself back inside of her. She sighed happily, letting out a soft little moan as you easily sheathed yourself back into her, where your cock belonged. It enveloped you in warmth and wetness, giving you an uncontrollable shiver. It was completely unbelievable how good she felt.

“Move..” She stated, wiggling her ass once more. There were no arguments from you. You began to thrust in and out of her, the sound of light slaps of skin on skin filling the air inside of the canopy. “Faster..” She whimpered out, making you comply with no words. She used her hands to steady herself beneath you, pushing her hips back to meet each of your thrusts. The sounds of the slapping grew louder, as did the moans and whimpers from both of you. Her skin rippled each time that you made contact with one another. She used her flexibility to look back at you as you pounded into her, her face begging and pleading with you. “Will you fill me up?” She asked. You audibly moaned, seeing her ask you and plead with you to cum inside of her. Wanting nothing more in this moment, you moved faster and gripped her hips even harder. Quickly pounding into her more and more, you quickly grew closer and closer to cumming inside of her yet again. You knew your thrusts were growing more erratic and losing their steadiness as you grew more and more desperate to give her exactly what she wanted. Feeling your body grow stiff after a few more erratic thrusts, your cock exploded inside of her. You throbbed and thrusted a few more times, completely filling her up with your seed. She sighed, pressing her cheek against the blanket beneath her. You could see her biting her lip, smiling away as she enjoyed the feeling. Her eyes were closed, completely lost within the pleasure of you. You could feel her tightening around your cock over and over again, like she was trying to drain you completely dry of all of the essence that you had left within your body.

“That.. was incredible.” You told her, gently rubbing her hips and admiring her. You could see it in her eyes that the voices no longer consumed her mind. The only thing she was worrying about at this moment was feeling good with you. Her voices were now an afterthought, a quiet problem to worry about later at another time. Now? There was only you.

“Couldn’t agree more.” She agreed. Staying just like that, she looked back at you, grinning. She didn’t even look tired, not in the slightest. On her own, she began to back her hips up against you. “Wanna go again?”

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quill-and-again · 6 months ago

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A Moment - Oleander Folderol

[Moments are interactions between Quill and other One Piece characters/OCs that may not ever make it into the more canonical long-form stories. They can be angsty, spicy, smutty, or feature "bad ends". It's a way for me to play with Quill without the weighty commitment of "canon".]

Summary: Quill runs afoul of Vice-Admiral Oleander - "The Hoarder" - speaking a language that doesn't exist in the One Piece catches the observant man's attention. The more he gets to know of Quill, the more attention they get from him.

Warning: While Quill is an OC, I write them in the "reader" perspective, because they're a reincarnator and their first life was this Earth/Reality. As a fan of One Piece, they are almost more "reader" than OC. This can be jarring for folks, hence the warning. (this may change the more I develop Quill)

Oleander belongs to @sanjis-all-blue and has been utilized with permission.

CW: kidnapping, Oleander's obsession makes him a bit Yandere, kinky AF

Thanks to spit-balling about OCs with Blue, this is going to be a small series of increasingly debauched moments.

Part 1 (you are here) -:- Part 2

“Age?” The man questioning you right now was oddly intriguing. Considering you’d woken up with him looming over you.

The curly locks of hair framed his face handsomely, once you could actually see it. For a moment the large glasses had you worried there was an eight foot bug looming over you. Anyone would look handsome after that shock.

“Twenty something.” You promised to answer his questions truthfully when he explained to you that he was a Marine and you were in his custody. This wasn’t the world you wanted to deal with the government in, but you didn’t have much choice currently. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t know. This body doesn’t remember.”

It was true. As a reincarnator you were used to waking up in a new body and on a new world. But all the worlds before this one weren’t known to you. You knew this world was the One Piece world. But you couldn’t remember being born in this world.

Something must’ve happened to cause you to forget, but grumbling to yourself about your frustrations, in a language no one spoke, had been a terrible idea. By his own admission this was precisely why this Vice Admiral Bug-Glasses had snatched you off the streets.

“This body?” Credit where it’s due, when he quirks a brow like that he looks even hotter.

“Clarification wasn’t part of the agreement.” You say with a smile.

Oleander snorts. This entire interaction has been the most interesting twenty minutes of his 35 years of life. He had you snatched off the streets because you were speaking in a fully foreign language, and it intrigued him.

But when you woke up in his lab you were calm. Calmer than anyone had been. You told him your name, and even spoke more in the language he’d heard before. Afterward you’d translated your own words - not that he had any way of verifying it, but that was the best part.

What kept his interest was how there wasn’t a trace of duplicity in your answers or your body language. Either you were exceptionally skilled at lying, or you were being honest. Given how you’d just declined to answer him, he was more inclined to honesty.

“Quill, age unknown, island of origin unknown, 152 centimeters-.”

“152 point four.” Oleander gives you a look and your return it. “I ain’t working with much here, doc, every point matters.”

“… 152 point four centimeters,” the annoyance in his voice isn’t from the correction, it’s that he acquiesced. “Parentage unknown. There’s no bounty in our systems for you, so if you are a criminal you haven’t been caught.”

“I can leave then.” It’s not a question.

“No. You’re here until I decide otherwise.” Oleander corrects, pushing his glasses up and straightening up.

He’s really tall when he’s not crouched over. Probably solid as a wall too. His movements are efficient, if not languid. He probably can’t be bothered to spend more energy than required on something that isn’t his magic.

Idly you wondered if anyone else in this world could see the aura of manna that swirls around him.

“Kidnapping, marine? Sounds like pirate behavior.” You’re smiling as you say it, body relaxed. Now’s not the time to try and escape anyway.

Oleander’s smile is anything but reassuring. “You were speaking an unknown language when I found you. Shortly after going unconscious your body changed from masculine in appearance, to feminine in appearance, and your perfectly normal teeth have a pronounced, dare I say, vampiric look to them now.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. The whole body thing was something you hadn’t sorted out and it made it really hard to stay under the radar. Maybe he was doing you a favor - for now you didn’t have to worry about being snagged by slavers or pirates. Tall, dark and bug-eyed might be a useful source of information himself.

He sets a jar on the desk. There’s a miniature set up inside of it that looks comfortable enough - you’re even fairly certain the little opaque section is a bathroom of sorts. You’re already putting two and two together, given the other jars with miniaturized creatures in them.

“Taking the whole ship in a bottle idea to a bit of an extreme, eh doc?”

“You keep calling me that.” He says it so flatly you aren’t sure how he’s taking it.

“Not all doctors heal people,” you answer evenly. “You’re gonna tell me you’re not a mad scientist?”

“I’m perfectly sane.” The toothy grin on his face assured you he doesn’t believe that for a moment. Or he does so much so it proves your point anyway.

“No one is perfectly sane, doc.”

Oleander finds himself almost discomforted by how desperately he wants to know more the more you say. You keep looking at the aura around him so he knows you can see it. Your eyes slipped over the shelves more than once, and you’re still so calm.

It’s refreshing, intriguing, and uncomfortable.

You smile even as you feel your body shrink. The sensation isn’t unpleasant, but the change in perspective is unsettling. Magic in this world didn’t wholly surprise you - the great wide world of One Piece was nothing if not wide and varied.

Once you’re small enough you’re in the jar, it’s pleasant. A good temperature, and the little bed is surprisingly comfy.

“Until I sort out everything about you, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Oleander explains, setting your jar on his desk.

Oh you’re going to drive this man to drink, you think, sitting down on the bed. Or rile him up enough you get some entertainment out of this all your own. Maybe you can strike a deal with him.

He looks pent up.

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bllsbailey · 2 months ago

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NEW: Zelensky Goes on a Tweet Storm, and It's Likely Going to Make Things Much Worse

Friday was one of the wildest days yet of President Donald Trump's second term, and things aren't slowing down. If you missed the fireworks, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky set off an argument in the Oval Office when he interjected during a presser to publicly interrogate Vice President JD Vance while making clear he has no intention of negotiating a ceasefire.

SEE: Zelensky Attempts Oval Office Grandstanding, Finds Out Trump and Vance Don't Play That Game

While that was the point where things truly touched off, the wider context was over 40 minutes of the Ukrainian president being antagonistic and dismissive of American concerns. As I wrote in my reaction piece, I have no idea what Zelensky was thinking with his approach. It's not controversial to suggest he lacks the leverage to make such a play, especially in a way that could be perceived as trying to use the press to bully the president. At the very least, disagreements on the use of diplomacy should be left behind closed doors.

After the meeting ended, Trump flew to Florida while Zelensky headed to London, leaving no clear path toward reigniting talks with the White House. The Ukrainian president did release a series of posts on social media about the situation. Unfortunately, I'm not sure they are going to help matters.

He opened by thanking the American people for their support but then seemed to contradict himself multiple times while still demanding more from the Trump administration.

ZELENSKY: America’s help has been vital in helping us survive, and I want to acknowledge that. Despite the tough dialogue, we remain strategic partners. But we need to be honest and direct with each other to truly understand our shared goals. It’s crucial for us to have President Trump’s support. He wants to end the war, but no one wants peace more than we do. We are the ones living this war in Ukraine. It’s a fight for our freedom, for our very survival. As President Reagan once said, ‘Peace is not just the absence of war’. We’re talking about just and lasting peace – freedom, justice, and human rights for everyone. A ceasefire won’t work with Putin. He has broken ceasefires 25 times over the last 10 years. A real peace is the only solution.

If the goal is to bring everyone back to the table, this is going to have the opposite effect. I'm going to let Zelensky in on a little secret: Trump is far more malleable than either his critics or greatest admirers will ever admit. In almost any situation, all he's looking for is someone who is willing to talk.

Take the mineral rights deal as an example. What started as a fairly good deal for the United States was watered down into a highly favorable agreement for Ukraine over the last week, and Trump was still willing to sign it and smile for the cameras. The same is true of ceasefire negotiations.

What blew up the meeting in the Oval Office wasn't so much any personal sleight, though that was the juicy part for the media. It was that Zelensky undermined Trump by publicly denouncing any possibility of a ceasefire. Again, all the president wants is to get to the table. Disagreements about the details can be hashed out when the time comes, and Ukraine would maintain the ability to reject any deal it didn't like.

That's what makes Zelensky's ploy so counterproductive. What does "real peace" even mean if he's going to say a ceasefire is off the table? That's nonsensical on its face, as no one can articulate a path to total victory for Ukraine given its manpower issues (which can not be solved with more money). At some point, there has to be a negotiated peace, and Russian President Vladimir Putin is not stepping down anytime soon.

ZELENSKY: We are ready to sign the minerals agreement, and it will be the first step toward security guarantees. But it’s not enough, and we need more than just that. A ceasefire without security guarantees is dangerous for Ukraine. We’ve been fighting for three years, and Ukrainian people need to know that America is on our side. I cannot change Ukraine’s position on Russia. The Russians are killing us. Russia is the enemy, and that’s the reality we face. Ukraine wants peace, but it must be a just and lasting peace. For that, we need to be strong at the negotiation table. Peace can only come when we know we have security guarantees, when our army is strong, and our partners are with us. We want peace. That’s why I came to the United States, and visited President Trump. The deal on minerals is just a first step toward security guarantees and getting closer to peace. Our situation is tough, but we can’t just stop fighting and not having guarantees that Putin will not return tomorrow.

Again, this is so counterproductive. Ukraine is not in a position to make public demands like this. Whether you agree or disagree with Trump, he does not see great strategic importance for the United States in this war. He does not believe Russia will roll through NATO-backed Europe and across the Atlantic. Because of that, continuing to try to play hardball with him is a losing strategy.

"Security guarantees" appears to be a euphemism for NATO membership or some other involvement of American troops in the war to combat Russian aggression. I understand why Zelensky would want that, given the dire straits his country is in, but that is not going to happen. Continuing to use the public sphere as a place to make such demands of Trump is only going to push the American president further away.

ZELENSKY: Europe is ready for contingencies and to help fund our large army. We also need the US role in defining security guarantees –what kind, what volume, and when. Once these guarantees are in place, we can talk with Russia, Europe, and the US about diplomacy. War alone is too long, and we don’t have enough weapons to push them out entirely.

Is Europe ready? Because right now, it is spending more on Russian oil and natural gas than it is on financial aid to Ukraine. European leaders are great at tweeting. They are much worse at leading. Regardless, America does not owe Ukraine security guarantees, as in active military involvement (which is clearly what Zelensky is asking for).

ZELENSKY: I want the US to stand more firmly on our side. This is not just a war between our two countries; Russia brought this war onto our territory and into our homes. They are wrong because they disrespected our territorial integrity. All Ukrainians want to hear a strong US position on our side. It’s understandable the US might look for dialogue with Putin. But the US has always spoken about ‘peace through strength’. And together we can take strong steps against Putin. Our relationship with the American president is more than just two leaders; it’s a historic and solid bond between our peoples. That’s why I always begin with words of gratitude from our nation to the American nation. American people helped save our people. Humans and human rights come first. We’re truly thankful. We want only strong relations with America, and I really hope we will have them.

The suggestion that the US hasn't stood firmly enough on Ukraine's side, even after giving somewhere in the range of $200 billion in aid while also enacting sanctions on Russia, is not going to be a good thing for relations with the White House. In short, Zelensky needs to stop talking because Trump does not respond to public pressure like this. On the contrary, it causes him to recoil, and like it or not, America doesn't have another presidential election for almost four years.

Ukraine needs a new diplomatic strategy, and it needs it in a hurry. Joe Biden is not around anymore, and Zelensky needs to accept that if he is to garner anything positive for his country. Tweet storms just reiterating his demands aren't going to accomplish anything.

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moondane-lovers · 1 year ago

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Palette, Rainbow, and Comet for Pluto! (OP s/i)

*rubs hands together* HOOOOHHH WEEE!! I'm on fire tonight, someone stop me good god. There's a LOT of text here.

🎨 Palette: Paint a picture with your words! What is a scene featuring yourself/self-insert that would fit into the source of your f/o? It can be anything!

Have some classic Enies Lobby antics!

"Holy shit, I did not expect that. You okay?" Pluto was pleased to know that their arms had gotten even stronger since settling in here, because if they weren't, there would be a dead body at the bottom of the stairs. Instead, she was holding onto the back of the security chief's collar with an iron grip with one hand, the other hooked tightly around the railing. Spandam's brain was still catching up with his near death experience, one minute he was walking along without issue and then he was flying down the stairs. Now, he was motionless, held in place by the... "Oh you've gotta be kidding me, that's the funniest shit i've ever seen! Did you get rescued by his bleach scented guardian angel again?" Jabra howled, unable to contain his laughter from the top of the staircase. "S-shut up! Unhand me at once, you foul Janitor!" Spandam yelped, skittering down the remainder of the stairs and catching his breath, legs trembling and heart pounding from the fall, absolutely, definitely the fall. "Glad you're okay sir." Pluto rolled her eyes, ignoring Jabra as he passed by. It didn't work, as he leaned in to annoy her, jabbing their shoulder with little regard to personal space. "Sir? You gotta stop that brown nosing crap if you want to-" Pluto casually held up a spray bottle of bleach in his general direction with their finger on the trigger. "No thanks, actually!" He gulped, then quickly made his way down the rest of the stairs and promptly fled. "He has no manners... um, I appreciate the er..." Spandam stuttered, attempting to compose himself as Jabra flew on by like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. He tried to make eye contact and then broke all over again. "I-I have a meeting to attend, you'd best not slack in my absence!" He pointed an accusatory finger at her before absconding after the agent, too flustered to think. Pluto just sighed and carried on cleaning, he really needed to watch where he was going.

🌈Rainbow: What was the happiest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who all shared that happiness with you in canon?

Being able to retire early and build an in-house art studio! It was true liberation for them. (Thanks Luffy! Refer to comet btw)

☄️Comet: What was a moment where you/your self-insert really shined? This can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

Mentions of abuse and self defense-murder below, so move by if needed.

So, the biggest lore drop/well kept secret by them was that they were actively abused by a vice admiral for the majority of the time they worked at HQ-someone she looked up to as a guide up until it started. Being sent to Enies lobby was his way of trying to break her and make her beg for his help to get sent back. That didn't happen and by the time she was transferred back to HQ a week before the Straw Hats hit Enies Lobby, said vice admiral had quickly lost control over the situation, got super pissed and proceeded to get caught doing a lot of shady shit in the meanwhile. She only had to deal with him for a few weeks before he fled and became a wanted criminal, seemingly ending that era.

Except about two years later on a mandatory vacation from work, she ran into both the Straw hats AND Cp0 on a neutral island (insert funny "this is the movie that would happen if they were canon) and shit gets REALLY crazy really fast with said ex vice admiral and his crew being the main threat. The big moment? She kills him through wit. It's the final act and everyone is separated and fighting the good fight, then Spandam tries to protect her and gets the shit beat out of him. She goes in and stabs the fucker with Funkfreed and he just laughs at her for thinking that would do anything at all.

It turns out having an elephant reform inside of an open wound DOES do something called tearing you apart. That was the moment she'd been waiting for her entire adult life, and it was the most horrifying yet cathartic moment for her. She was able to retire after that with the bounty money as well, which helped her really start her life for real. Also her and Spandam began talking again after all this as they hadn't since she left Enies Lobby, and they eventually sloooooowly got together officially in the aftermath.

#s/i #selfship #writing #lore #my stuff #👑Gilded Wastebasket🧹

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frostfall-matches · 2 years ago

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[ matchmaking... ]

@ anon (☎️) : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Jamil Viper

You catch his eye because you’re considerate and supportive with your friends, but you’re so smart and level-headed at the same time (he spent a lot of time observing you before the two of you were interacting regularly). In his snap judgments, he often considers people who are too kind or sweet to be rather naive (and yes, he very much associates kindness with naivety because of Kalim), even though logically he knows that isn’t always the case. So meeting you and seeing that you’re actually quite analytical and meticulous on top of it all is a breath of fresh air for him, considering he spends so much of his time around Kalim. Those traits of yours are among the first he comes to admire.

Jamil deeply craves being recognized as his own person. Considering you’re the type to become quite invested in your friends’ lives, and that when you’re fond of someone you are loyal and supportive, he would finally feel seen and heard. Initially he isn’t really sure what to talk about when you ask him about his day, how he’s feeling, what he likes to do. In the beginning, he very often defaults to just talking about his duties to Kalim in a superficial way. But the closer you two get, the more comfortable he gets with you, the more he opens up about what makes him him - and ultimately you end up becoming his go-to person when he needs someone who will really listen.

Values your honesty, even if he’s not always very honest himself. Granted, a lot of it is out of habit for him. He’s so used to deflecting, omitting some of the truth, or telling white lies, all because he’s supposed to appear inferior and subservient to Kalim and his family. And because he’s a little jaded, he tends to assume that most people have some sort of ulterior motive when they interact with him, and thus he tends to be a little cautious about what he allows them to know. And yet, here you are, so consistently honest about almost everything. Plus - although he may not always appreciate this in the moment - it’s good that you’d be willing and able to tell him to knock his bullshit off (whatever bullshit that may be; the events of Book 4, him putting himself down to lift Kalim up, etc.).

Similarly, Jamil finds your willingness and ability to self-reflect on at least a semi-regular basis to be quite admirable. This goes without saying, but he’s spent so much of his life just dealing with whatever was on his plate and trying to find the time and space to be his own person - things have built up so much and he really hasn’t had much time to truly sit down and reflect on who he is, what he’s doing, what he wants to do, how his relationships with others impacts him and vice versa. It’d be good for him to be with someone who is willing to self-reflect and work on changing if needed.

Quality time is very important for him. He’s so busy with his vice-housewarden duties and with Kalim being his responsibility that he truly has to actively make time for a relationship. And you know he loves you when he makes time for you despite his terribly busy schedule - his time is precious, and he wants to focus on you. It’s the highlight of his day, really. And for some reason, he’s slightly taken aback by how physically affectionate you can be at first, but honestly? He totally melts into your hugs. He seems the type to be a little touch-starved; he’s just so guarded all the time and really hasn’t had much of a chance to let anyone in. On another note, he tends to lean pretty heavily into acts of service just because that’s what he’s used to. And while it feels like a chore with Kalim, he does genuinely enjoy helping you out or preparing your favorite foods or tea.

That being said, he will go out of his way to make your favorites sometimes! He’s good at cooking and he knows it; the motions of cooking are like second nature to him and he’s able to prepare meals very easily and efficiently. And yes, everyone always tells him how good his food is, but it’s that much more special coming from you.

Both of you can be rather prideful, though it may not be initially obvious to others. It’s in the way both of you carry yourselves, self-assured and rather confident, and yet you’re not going to boast about your skills and achievements. Not frequently, anyways. And if something hurts your pride? Chances are you’re both the type to just grin and bear it for the most part, though deep down you might be seething. Either way, it’s a point where both of you could relate to each other, and it makes for easier understanding if there’s conflict between you two.

The two of you also share a dislike for unhygienic and/or ignorant people. Absolutely irritating for both of you, LOL. That being said, at least you two won’t have to deal with those traits in each other. You two are smart, driven, and obviously prefer to keep yourselves and your environment clean and tidy. And sure, everyone is going to have their biases and no one knows everything, but Jamil would want someone who is willing to learn and not be afraid of tackling intellectually difficult concepts. He needs a good sounding board! He’s quick to think of others as intellectually inferior, so having someone around whose intelligence and opinion he respects is definitely a plus for him.

#anon matchup #twst #request

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cal-writes-never · 3 years ago

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maybe some hc of jelous Camilo?

when camilo gets jealous

hi :D thank you so much for the request! my next few posts will be camilo as y'all really served with those requests i could not be happier about it

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn!reader

type: fluff, headcanons

summary: how you deal with camilo's jealousy

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- camilo is an utter sweetheart, super understanding and also super vocal about his feelings, which automatically makes your relationship so much easier

- there is strong communication between the two of you, which means arguments and disagreements are kept to a minimum

- so when camilo gets jealous, despite his sometimes hotheaded nature, he rarely jumps to any level of aggression before having a proper chat with you

- it'd start with his usual greeting but with a more solemn and serious tone, worrying you slightly

- "hey, mi vida," he'd say quietly from behind you, not going in for his usual hug. "can we talk?"

- of course you say yes, guiding him around casita to find an empty room (eventually you settled for his own room, which you really should've done from the beginning)

- before he began, you reminded camilo that he could speak to you about absolutely anything without judgment, to which he nodded, letting out a breathy chuckle and assuring you that he already knew that

- you smiled comfortingly, deciding to just let him continue or you were sure the suspense would begin to eat you alive. even so, camilo managed this situation in such a way that you didn't feel even a smidge of anxiety in your stomach and there was no tension in the air at all.

- he explained how recently he'd been feeling as if you didn't really care for him and you'd been spending far more time with other people than usual - particularly mirabel, a cousin he'd always been close to - and he was surprisingly calm throughout the whole thing, even if he did shift into the people he was speaking about once or twice

- you set aside the pang of guilt that struck you right in the heart and pulled camilo into a tight hug from where you were sitting, softly brushing your fingers through his hair and whispering words of admiration to him, apologising profusely for causing him to feel this way

- pulling away from the hug after a while, you looked him in the eyes (you could tell he'd been crying but you chose not to mention it) and gently moved his hair out of his face, placing small kisses on each of his freckles

- it was no secret that your boyfriend was an absolute sucker for physical affection, so you made it up to him through that. you spent the rest of the day with him in your arms (or vice versa, you both just wanted to be close to one another) and traded kisses every few minutes, whether it was a quick peck or a little more drawn out

- as you lay together in his room, you thanked camilo for being so open with you and giving you the chance to put things right

- "mi amor, that's how we promised our relationship would work. i would never go back on a promise."

#camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x reader #encanto x reader #encanto reader insert #reader insert #x reader

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thesadvampire · 3 years ago

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Random Haitani Brothers HC's I came up with ⛓️🏴‍☠️🎴

Ran is able to fall asleep with his eyes open in broad daylight if he's really bored especially while an opponent monologues too much for his very thin attention span.

South actually struggled for a moment while fighting the Haitani's since they work as a team and have been able to take on opponents stronger than them back in Roppongi but ofcourse he eventually gained the upper hand and broke their coordination taking Ran out first and following Rindou thus they both lost.

Rindou is an unbelievable messy eater and hates eating in front of other people it really looks like a child Ran makes fun of him and pokes his cheeks while he eats Rindou never even snacks on anything anymore in fear other delinquents see just how much he resembles a squirrel with nuts stuffed in it's cheeks.

Ran is very serious when it comes to his hair / skin care even when he's in juvenile he'll have some lackeys send a monthly care package filled with his favorite products and WILL fight anyone that tries to take his shampoo and sleeps with a face mask complete with eye masks since he's prone to dark eye bags he also forces Rindou to take care of himself "If you look bad I look bad!".

Rindou is very studious despite his criminal record same for Ran but he's more academically gifted he can doze off mid lesson and still get a perfect score which angers his teachers and Rindou since he actually to put effort into his work to keep up with Ran.

Unlike Wakasa and Benkei Ran actually has a job which he's had since he was 14 at bookstore owned by an ex Bosozoku which Ran admires greatly as a local Roppongi legend from the 60s/70s hence how he's not been fired due to his own gang related life and likes to stare at all the pictures displayed at the store from back in the day where the delinquent lifestyle was much larger.(may or may not have tried on his boss's old gang uniform thinking he's not being watched)

Everyone thinks that Rindou is either naturally flexible or that he knows gymnastics but in reality his mother signed him up for ballet classes as a punishment for messing with her old awards and even after quitting the ballet classes he still does a lot of the exercises in his free time along with his martial art's training he does with Ran and studies it to better his fighting.

Rindou cannot cook to save his life and it falls to Ran to keep them both alive Ran doesn't even trust Rindou to turn on the rice cooker or use the microwave at a convenience store without burning food, Ran is a surprisingly good cook and sometimes worms his way into the home economics club at first it was just to flirt with the cute girls but he became quite good in the kitchen earning an honorary vice president title since he's not actually enrolled.

They keep every single gang uniform they've ever had they themselves never had uniforms until they joined Tenjiku and ofcourse both of them are fashion conscious and make modifications to set themselves apart from the rest of the gang as seen with Kanto Manji.

Rindou has an embarrassing addiction to sweets he'll go through at least five strawberry sandwiches on the daily and the store owner watches in horror as the younger Haitani eats the entire stock of desserts in the store.

Ran is a petty shoplifter it's almost like a game to him with how much he can steal he has yet to be banned from several stores at the mall since the workers simply cannot be bothered to A.get solid evidence on him being a thief and B.they do not get paid enough to deal with the guy that rules all of Roppongi and breaks bones with his little brother.

They rarely ever fight with each other and when they do it's for the most ridiculous reasons one of which if Ran's ungodly snoring which can be heard through all of the house Rindou was cursed with being the lightest sleeper in the family and has tried to strangle Ran in his sleep which is twice as creepy given that Ran sometimes has his eyes wide open and sleeps like s rock.

Part 2? Reblogs are appreciated 🥺

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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can you write fluff alphabet with Robin Buckley pls?

I loved this.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think that she'd definitely love to rent a movie from the video store on a day where she's not working, just so she can rub it in Steve and Keith's face that she has a stellar girlfriend.

Other than that, I think she'd really just wanna hang in instead of going out anywhere, she's definitely a homebody and appreciates the quiet days she spends with you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

She admires that you trust her so much. With all of the weird stuff that happens and has happened in Hawkin's, you really just followed her lead and went with it, even without answers or explanations. She thinks that your trust in her and vice versa is the best part of your relationship.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

She'd definitely panic seeing you panic. She's the type of person who feels for another person when they're experiencing something terrible or frightening so I'm sure she wouldn't be that good at handling it in the beginning.

Eventually, she would grow accustomed to how you are and learn how to help you and comfort you the best she can.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Damn, she really just wants a few cats and you and a tiny little house. She wants to move far enough outside of Hawkins to be free from the hold it's had on her but she wants to stay close enough to Steve and the other friends she's made along the way.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

She's honestly the more out spoken one but not out of a place of control. She's good at not taking bullshit but she's not always the best at reading the room. But if someone was being rude to you or being ignorant, she'd put them in their place.

Saying that, she still does like when you order her food for her and help her make doctors appointments.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

She hated fighting. She was a firm believer that it doesn't get anyone anywhere and she'd much rather take the time to talk it out, and eventually come to an agreement. But, sometimes, you'd get into little arguments, bickering for a bit over something stupid.

She'd be the first one to apologize always, even if you know it's your fault.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

She's extremely grateful in a sense that she's grateful that you simply put up with her. That leads to her thanking you for anything and everything that you do even if it's expected from you or a simple task.

She's like hyperaware of everything you do.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Let's be honest, Robin sucks at lying so she would go above and beyond to tell you anything and everything she knows, just to make sure that she doesn't accidentally tell on herself and then start an argument.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

She would definitely become a bit more calm about life in general with you. You'd rub off on her in a good way and she'd definitely learn a thing or two about relaxing and living in the moment, even when she's not the best at it.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

She would feel jealousy but she'd go above and beyond to make sure that you know that she doesn't not trust you. She trusts you with her whole life but she didn't like when other people didn't respect that you were in a relationship, especially men.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Duh. I think Robin would've been practicing since puberty on her pillow so she's well prepared. Obviously it changes from person to person but I think she panicked about being a good kisser so she did as much research as possible to ensure that she'd be able to please you.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would be jumbled and messy. She really wouldn't know how else to do it other than spewing it out at the least convenient time. She would just end up rambling for a bit until you shut her up with a kiss and a heartfelt confession of your own.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Well, given the time in history, you'd just assume that you would just make your own marriage certificate and hang it up on the wall. I'm talking crayons and signatures on construction paper. It would be perfect for the both of you and after going out and buying some rings, it would be enough.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

She would come up with the CRAZIEST and SILLIEST nicknames of al time. Like she'd go above and beyond just to see you get blushy and bashful, or even playfully annoyed. She just loved to make you laugh but on a serious note, she liked to call you bub or bug, and playfully lover if she's teasing you.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

I think that Steve would notice first and then literally shove her in the direction of coming clean to you. He would use the 'well if you don't tell her, I will' threat and that would work pretty quick.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

She would sometimes forget that you guys were in public or around other people. Typically, she'd want to be well behaved and make sure you're comfortable but sometimes it's so hard to not kiss you and keep her hands off of you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Robin doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She was never spiteful or passive aggressive towards you which leads to you guys having a very kind, non-confrontational relationship which just made being with each other so easy.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think she's an accidental romantic. She'd say something sweet and you'd fawn and she'd be thinking 'wait, what did I say again?'. You think that it's sweet that she's just so naturally, unintentionally sweet and kind.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

I think that, once Robin finds out that you want something or have a goal you want to achieve, she'd immediately be researching how she can help you and what she can do to get you there. Like she'd be obsessive about it.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

She likes a routine, especially since that ensures she can see you. She likes your sleepovers and she likes the specific places that you go out to dinner or lunch. Sometimes you'd come up with a new place and she'd panic a bit but then realize, as long as she's with you, she doesn't mind.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Robin is a bit too understanding.

Sometimes you'll say something and it might come off rude and you'll apologize and she'll genuinely have no idea why you're apologizing. She rarely ever takes offense to anything, even when she probably should lol.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You're one of the most important people in her life. You, her and Steve used to be the three musketeers so you were already important to her, along with Steve. But loving you so much, being in love with you, it just solidifies her need for you in her life.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Robin would literally develop a liking for everything that you like. Like if you liked a certain food, she'd like it too. Your favorite movie? It's hers now too. You would just morph into the same human after a few months of being together.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

She's a very affectionate person but she can't always read the room. Sometimes she'd end up embarrassed after kissing you senselessly, forgetting you two were in the middle of the grocery store or mall. You'd just play it off and tell her you thought it was cute when she 'forgets her surroundings cuz she's too busy kissing you'.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She's very needed so Robin would not cope well. Steve would be annoyed at all of the whining and pleading that would come from the freckled girl, complaining about missing you so much.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Any length. Assuming you and her were together during all of the Hawkin's drama, you both learned that you'd be willing to save each other's lives and put yourselves on the line for one another. There was nothing that you wouldn't do for each other.

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iiraven · 4 years ago

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Fool-Proof Plan

Pairing: Erwin x reader

Genre: fluff, comedy, smut, modern AU

Warnings: size kink, masturbation, squirting, fingering in front of a mirror, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, manhandling, degradation, praise, established relationship, slight dumbification, choking/ breath play

Word count: 4.6K

Synopsis: Erwin’s business trip leads you to realise you’re not as sly as you think you are.

Masterlist

Erwin Smith is a man capable of absolutely everything. He’s an amazing cook, an amazing masseur, an amazing businessman, and, most of all, an amazing husband.

There’s only one small shortcoming to the person you consider to be perfect. And that’s his inability to use any form of technology. Texting is bad enough with him signing his name after every message, but it’s social media that’s your husband’s true sworn enemy. Erwin might only be a few years your senior, but somehow your grandfather can comprehend the concept of Instagram faster than him.

“So, you just take pictures?”

“Yes.”

“And people respond to it?”

“Yes.”

“Alright but why?”

The conversation is nothing new, but you find it incredibly unfortunate knowing how talented he is at photography. If you two ever go someplace Erwin knows he wants to capture, he slings his camera over his neck, leaves his phone at home (“I won’t be taking any calls today”) and makes his merry way out of the house. You often eye the phone left stray on the desk, half-expecting it to chase you out of the house for abandoning it. Sometimes, for good measure, you slip it into your own bag. Just in case.

It’s for this reason that Erwin’s business trip puts you on immediate edge.

“It’ll only be for ten days,” he had said. “Sina Corporations takes their summits really seriously…”

“Ten days?” You repeated and Erwin gave you a soft smile.

“I’ll call you every day.”

It’s not like you have an obsessive attachment to your husband (well, that’s debatable), but breaking the routine of returning home to his warm hugs, listening to his day and then complaining about your own- it’s uncomfortable.

Erwin himself wasn’t looking forward to being away from you, away from home. Running Survey Corporations Ltd is no easy task; trying to balance the infuriating board and the long hours with his actual life is something only possible because of you. Time spent together is fine diamonds Erwin clutches onto and although he’d tried to reason with himself that it was only ten days, it wasn’t a trip he was looking forward to. He never said it out loud. But he didn’t need to. You can tell by the way Erwin’s lips linger on yours a little longer at the airport, as if to preserve your taste.

“Oi Erwin- hurry up.” Levi tries hard not to glare. But even the raven-haired man knows that being away from you puts Erwin on somewhat of an edge. You’re his rock, there to ground him when everything is chaotic, and a summit surrounded by the richest people in the world is as chaotic as it gets.

Despite it all, Erwin stays true to his promise. He calls you at least twice a day and although you could stay on the phone with him for hours, he’s often rushing between conferences and can only spare minutes of his time. Even when he does have an hour, talking to a disembodied voice (he still can’t figure out how to switch his camera back around) is not the same as having Erwin right beside you. It’s the way he squeezes your thigh when he’s focussing on what you’re saying or when he pulls you towards him so that you can lie on his hard chest which still makes you blush even after years of being together.

Because, yes, you miss his touch the most.

Not even five days in, you find yourself with your hands down your panties and a tall blond man on your mind. You’re soaked just thinking about him. His groans, the way he calls your name, the way he pounds into you as you lose your train of thought. Your fingers try to imitate his- their curve and how easily they find your soft spot- but it just feels uncomfortable. So, then you try rubbing your clit, and there’s temporary pleasure there, but not even close enough to tip you over the edge. Even your pink vibrator doesn’t cut it. You deny the fact that Erwin Smith has made you an incompetent masturbator, but you can’t keep up the lie for long and soon enough you give up.

It’s the next day that your ingenious idea kindles. It’s a fool-proof plan. A small flame that has you rushing to the bathroom for the best possible lighting. Erwin can still put his tongue to use at a distance- after all, it’s his voice you fell in love with first. To discretely push him in the right direction, you send him a few photos of yourself. Nothing too scandalous safe he’s in a meeting, but enough that he’ll gets the hint. Sure, Erwin has a couple of polaroid pictures hidden in his brown leather wallet, but he had shot those himself. You want to be a bit more spontaneous! And, honestly, at this point you’re desperate. You could swear you’re developing withdrawal symptoms: just the other day, you were actually temped to pick up a newspaper. It was terrifying.

This had to work. You can just imagine Erwin calling you, voice deep and gruff as he guides you through the process to make yourself cum as he showers you with praise. You feel giddy, eyes glued to the glowing screen, awaiting his response. Even your pink vibrator is out of the box.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t exactly go the way you had planned.

One hour after sending the photos you receive a panicked text from Hange. In the long paragraph, you understand that your poor husband couldn’t get the photos to load and decided to consult the vice president of his company who, upon simply clicking on them, saw you groping your soapy tits. Had it been anyone other than vice president Hange Zoe, Erwin may have broken his phone and quit right there. Thankfully, he only said, “I see” and then asked her where to find the smiley face Emoji.

“I’m so, so sorry Y/N!” Hange screams through the phone. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise! I could send you a picture of my boobs! I’ll go do it right now! I’m sorry! No- You don’t need to feel embarrassed! I won’t mind!”

“It’s alright Hange.” You laugh nervously. “You don’t need to send me anything, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

The whack Levi lands on her head is so hard you hear it through the phone. “Shut the fuck up four-eyes.”

So here you are now. Three days until Erwin returns, a vibrator you’ve given up on back in its box, and a husband who responds to your nudes with a smiley face.

But then Hange Zoe sends you something much better than a picture of her boobs.

The hotel that the trio were staying at- as most hotels do- has a spa. And if there’s one thing Erwin Smith adores it’s allowing himself to relax in a warm, steamy sauna. You’re not sure how Hange was allowed to join them, or how she was able to get her camera clear of fog, or how she was even able to take the picture without Erwin noticing. But you ask her no questions.

Followed by a winky-face is a picture of Erwin sat in the sauna, head tilted backwards, and eyes shut in the pure image of serenity. His arms are propped up on either side of him accentuating his biceps whilst still allowing a clear view of his sculpted body, the sweat running down his chest and abs, making him almost glisten. He’s completely naked except for the flimsy white towel across his lap which does absolutely nothing to hide his thick dick print. You shudder.

You feel like a teenager again, speechless at the sight of a quasi- naked man. Even though you’ve seen him like this thousands of times, you can’t help but fantasise about being trapped underneath him, hair falling onto his face as he loses himself inside of you. God, maybe you do have an unhealthy obsession. But it doesn’t matter. You feel even more like a teenager as you imagine scenarios of him returning home to recreate the picture before you. And with that, your mind is sedated for the next few days.

You have a fool-proof plan. Dress up in the shortest and tightest dress you own, cook your husband dinner, and then give him a blow job at the table so that he’ll never leave you again. It’s going to be just like in the movies and nothing will stop that from happening.

Something stops that from happening.

Just as you’re about to put the potatoes in the oven, Erwin calls. His flight is delayed. You whine through the phone and Erwin’s chuckle just about stops you from sulking like a child. You can be mature about this, right? He’s getting home eventually- complaining isn’t going to help at all. Patience is a virtue and yours has been tested many times before. This is, after all, nothing compared to the time Erwin tried to create an excel spreadsheet. So, you don’t press further. You simply tell Erwin that you miss him and then go find a pillow in which you scream for a good five minutes.

Erwin, on the other hand, is a lot less coveted with his annoyance. He wants nothing more than to strangle whatever and whoever is preventing him from returning to his lovely wife. In the hour journey, the entire plane can feel a crushing tension above their heads, so tense that even the child at the back seems to be holding in his tears.

Usually, Erwin prefers to spend his flights with a book in his hands, but he’s incapable for picking up the paperback and instead stares out of the window somehow hoping it will go faster.

After what feels like hours, the tight dress has gotten too uncomfortable for you to wear and you resolve yourself to eating the potatoes alone. You still don’t take off your lingerie, though. A two-piece black set with lace detailing that makes you look like a present ready to be unwrapped. It had arrived yesterday, and you had taken your sweet time admiring the embroidered flowers and soft ribbon holding the fragile piece together because you had falsely assumed that you wouldn’t have it on for long. You had in fact contemplated stockings but by the time 11PM came by you simply wrapped Erwin’s favourite robe around your body and tried to take your mind off things. Maybe you should have opted for your own robe because as the sleeves hung from your arms and the soft material effused his smell, it managed to make you feel even worse.

Staying up late was not a foreign feeling but anticipation quickly turns into boredom and you find your eyelids getting heavy. You pause the anime you’re watching and are about to shut your eyes when you hear the faint rattle of keys.

You stumble getting out of bed, knocking your shoulder on the wall before skipping four steps at a time and tripping on the robe at least twice as you rush downstairs. Erwin is barely through the door as you call out his name and he drops his bags right there to let your rush into your arms. You feel so small, so safe, so familiar, within them, as if you’ve returned to the space where you belong. He lifts you up to let you wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles barely crossing. He smells divine, even after hours of being stuck in an airport and his hair is still soft between your fingers. You look at him and the smile that spreads across his face wipes out any hints of fatigue that might have been there just moments ago.

Erwin kisses you and it’s long, deep, and he holds you impossibly closer to him as his tongue dips into your mouth. You don’t want it to end, but Erwin pulls back and says softly, “I’m home, my love.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Welcome home.”

You return to the kiss with a hint of desperation. Tugging lightly on Erwin’s shirt, you know he notices how your core is already warm, but still, he takes his time closing the door with his foot before finally noticing your attire. You’re about to make a sarcastic comment about his obliviousness but the way he looks down at you, at the small flower of lace peeping out from under the heavy robe, the way he slowly wets his lips, he leaves you speechless.

“You’re a gift.” He smiles sweetly though his eyes darken.

“Well, you’ve been working really hard,” You mumble. “You deserve a treat.”

The effect this man has on you is unbelievable. All that anger and frustration you had pent up now crumbles at the light caress of his thumb on your hips.

“Let me unwrap you,” Erwin says. And he walks you to your room, climbing up the stairs with ease as you cling onto him. You attempt to rub yourself against his hard stomach, but one look of warning makes you stop. He’s going to be doing things on his watch, tonight.

Setting you on the floor beside your bed, Erwin undoes the ribbon and you let the fabric pool at your feet. He immediately latches onto your neck, and you gasp, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands begin to roam, fingering the delicate lace of your panties and the straps of your bra as his tongue leaves a trail over your chest. It’s only when Erwin suddenly grabs your breast that you moan, body involuntarily pushing towards him.

He looks up through thick eyelashes and his hands moves to cup your face. You’re about to beg him to touch you where you need it most, but he whispers, “you’re so beautiful.” And you’re speechless again.

You suddenly lean in to kiss him, hands wrapping around his neck and it’s messy and your breath is short. “Please, Erwin,” you say to him between kisses. “Touch me.” You can feel him smile against your lips. “Please”. And before you can stop yourself. “I can’t do it myself.”

Erwin stills and only then do you realise your mistake. He pulls back and stands up straight, towering over you and you recognises that look. It’s the one of a lion who has just found a wounded deer.

“Oh?”

Fuck. He leans back and raises a brow expectantly and you try to look everywhere but at him. Maybe if you avoid eye contact, he’ll take it as a slip of the tongue. But your husband is not one to let things go. He’s intelligent, he knows exactly what you mean- you don’t need to speak for him to gather what happened, the image of you lying pathetically on the bed, hopeless and desperate. He smirks but stays quiet. Erwin likes it when you use your words.

“No-that’s not what I meant. I mean- you feel best and it’s just-“

You’re cut off by a hand on your scalp, pulling your hair back in one swift motion so that you have no choice but to look up at your husband dead in the eye.

“You were touching yourself whilst I was away, Y/N?”

“I-I mean...yeah…”

“I see.” His gaze is enough to make you gush. “And you weren’t able to make yourself cum.”

Your cheeks burn. It’s not a question, but you affirm it anyways. “No, no I couldn’t make myself cum.”

He’s silent for a moment and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s watching your worried face or because he’s wondering how he’s going to make that face look even more worried.

“I would feel sorry for you, but I suppose that’s what you deserve for touching my cunt without my permission.”

You gasp as he uses his grip on your hair to throw you on the bed. It’s effortless, the way his strength could so easily destroy you and yet he uses it to ruin destroy you in another way- just who you like it. Erwin undoes his tie and all you can do is gawk as he strips down to his boxers. He’s as hard as a rock and you tentatively reach out to touch him, but Erwin grabs your wrist. Without warning, you’re dragged to the other side of the bed where you’re placed to face your large floor length mirror. There’s only a moment of confusion before you understand why Erwin had been so keen on the somewhat awkward placement. He positions himself behind you and you withhold the urge to press your back against his throbbing cock.

“Don’t you take your eyes off the mirror,” Erwin commands, and you nod your head. “Use your words. Or do you need me to show you how to do that too?”

“Yes, sir,” You say quickly.

“Good girl.”

Erwin opens your legs, his hands gripping your thighs hard. You silently wish bruises bloom in their wake- it’s been too long since you’ve had your husband’s mark on you. A reminder of who you belong to. One hand stays on your thigh and the other moves to nudge your panties out of the way of your glistening cunt.

“I’m going to show you how to touch yourself,” He says in a low, rumbling voice. “And you’re going to watch closely and learn. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.”

His fingers don’t tease your folds for long. Erwin is feeling merciful, because he simply gathers the slick coating your cut before immediately rubbing your clit. The moan that leaves your mouth is pornographic. You buck your hips but the hand on your thigh moves to pin you down, your body flush against his so that you can almost feel his bearing heart. You’re engulfed by him so small as he easily manipulates your body.

Erwin is overwhelmed by the options. Look at his wife unravel below him or stare at the mirror, where you have no place to hide.

“I should be punishing you, you know.” He presses his fingers down hard on a particularly tenter spot and you moan loudly. “But I need to show my dumb little girl how to take care of herself.”

“I-I’m not- ahhh.” Your back arches and Erwin captures your neck again, sucking viciously.

As his thumb continues its assault on your clit, two fingers find your tight hole, dripping and clenching around nothing. He can see in the mirror how your body is practically begging to be filled up. And fill you up he will. But first Erwin inserts a finger and groans at the warmth that greets him. He begins moving it and although you try to understand how he is able to stroke your cunt so perfectly, your mind is fogged and all that’s on your mind is your impending release. This should be a learning experience, but it serves only as a reminder of Erwin’s miraculous hands. He slips his second finger in and your moans only get lounder.

“Erwin, Erwin- they feel so good. Your fingers feel so good!”

You can see his smirk in his reflection, just before he speeds up and you have to grab his wrist to steady yourself. His fingers slam back and forth into your velvety walls. They suck them in, and he is able to find your sweet spot every time. Every single time. Your eyes roll back, you press against Erwin’s chest and your legs shake as you cum. The mess you make, leaking all over Erwin’s hands, your bed, your thighs- you try to look away, but he grabs your face to prevent you from doing so.

“Don’t you dare look away.” His voice is low, threatening. “Look how good I make you feel. Look.”

Your cheeks are flushed and the set that had made you look like a femme fatale, just hours before, is now yet another set that has has you pliant and submissive. “It seems that I’m the only one who can take care of you,” Erwin says. And you know he’s right.

Erwin lifts his soaked fingers to his mouth and his eyes flutter shut as he tastes you. When he opens them, you swear they’ve gone a shade darker. Wordlessly, Erwin slips from behind you to kneel in front of the bed. He removes your panties and holds them up to his nose, giving them a slight inhale before tossing them to the side and lowering his mouth.

“Erwin wai-“

And before you can warn him that your too sensitive- you orgasm was too strong, it’s too soon- his mouth has latched onto your cunt and Erwin is eating you out like a starved man.

“Ah-fuck, fuck, fuck,” You practically scream.

He sucks on your clit, his tongue doing what it does best. You look down, his eyes bore into yours and you know he’s remembering every expression you make as he pushes you over the edge. Despite your trembling arms struggling to keep you upright, your hand goes to grip Erwin’s hair and all you can think about is how soft it is before you cum again. Your husband doesn’t stop this time. His fingers dig into your soft hips to make sure you don’t move, to make sure that he catches everything on his tongue. And he can feel it before you do. The steady build-up of a feeling slightly familiar, but foreign enough that you warn Erwin too late. Your back arches and you squirt in his mouth and before your eyes roll back, you catch a glimpse of what you know to be a smirk in your husband’s eyes.

You can feel the sheets soak below you so try to press your legs together in somewhat of an attempt to hide the mess, but Erwin doesn’t let you. “Don’t be ashamed now, darling.” His voice is solid, domineering. “This is just you perfect body, doing exactly what I tell it to,” He says.

He could be talking about fruits and you would still nod your head dumbly.

The power Erwin has over you is addictive, and your body seems to know it too. As he kisses your thighs, licking off whatever didn’t find its way into his mouth, you can still feel a distant ache at your core. This time, you don’t need to use your words. As you lie weak on the bed, Erwin crawls over, engulfing your form. The lion is ready for his meal. He leans down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “I missed you,” He says. It’s the hundredth time, but you don’t tire of hearing it.

“I missed you too.”

Erwin shifts your legs, and you can feel the head of his large cock teasing your entrance.

“I missed all of you,” he repeats. “Your smile. Your voice. Your moans.” He pauses to place a kiss on your collarbone. “Your taste.”

He’s trying to be romantic, but you know why he stalls, and it makes you unable to graciously except the compliments. Erwin loves to hear you pine for him. And who are you to refuse your husband’s desires? So, you reach your hands out towards his shoulders, attempting to make him move if only a little bit. “Erwin!” You whine, and despite your weakness, you manage to push your hips forward, finding friction against his hard cock. “Please!”

Again, that smirk. He rubs against your clit. “My, my- you’ve come twice already and want more?”

Well, he missed your voice so you suppose you should let him hear it. “Let me be selfish, please sir?” You moan. “I need you inside of me.”

His cock twitches against you. And before you know it his hand is around your neck. “Such a good girl, using your words like that.”

He pushes inside you with a groan of relief, a low sound from his throat that causes his eyes to close momentarily.

It seems you’ve forgotten how big he is because as he stretches you out like it’s your first time, your mouth drops open and a string of curses emerges. Erwin would usually reprimand you for the foul language, but he’s too lost in the feeling of your tight cunt pulling him in. Using your neck as leverage, he squeezes tight so that he can push forward and when your eyes blur, overwhelmed with the pleasure and pain and the lack of oxygen intensifying it all, Erwin loosens his grip only slightly, and your eyes find his again. You don’t notice your mouth hanging open, too focussed on the way your body is accommodating Erwin’s cock again.

“Really big, ‘s really big, sir,” You mumble and Erwin grunts in response, his teeth clenching because he too is reminded yet again of how tight- how perfect- your body is for him.

When Erwin bottoms out, he stills for a moment, basking in your warmth and taking a moment to kiss your cheek, a gentle gesture compared to the hand still grasping your neck. Your cunt gushes despite you wincing about the pain, about his size, and soon he can’t help but move his hips. Erwin pulls back and thrusts deep. You scream him name, as you feel his cock dragging against your walls. Any idea of taking you gently has evaporated from Erwin’s brain and instead his hips snap back and forth violently, his tip kissing your cervix as he buries himself inside of you again and again.

His grunts are laboured as Erwin’s free hand pushes your leg up to your chest to allow him to thrust deeps and deeper. “Just like that- just like that, good girl. My good girl.”

The new angle has him brushing against your g-spot and you won’t last long. You know you can’t- not with him quite literally rearranging your insides. You have one hand clawing at his forearm and the other grips the sheets and you repeat a mantra of “Thank you, sir, thank you” in between your desperate moans. The honorific coming from your lips is too sweet to his ears and he’s reminded of why phone calls bother him so much- nothing compares to hearing your voice like this.

Erwin’s hand leaves your neck only to tug your bra down, letting your boobs bounce freely as he fucks you hard. You almost complain about the loss of contact but his tongue latches onto to your nipple and before you know it, you are coming all over your husband, screaming his name. Your nails dig into his arm as he nears his own release. Erwin’s hips stutter and he moans your name before throwing his head back in pure bliss as he cums inside of you. You wish you can capture that sight forever, but you don’t think any photo does your husband justice. It’s true- this is better than anything Hange could send.

Your breaths slowly find a slower rhythm in the post-orgasm silence. Erwin watches the way your fluids pool out of you as he pulls out, admiring the own mess on his lower stomach. You wince at the sore feeling and pull him towards you. This time, he follows your command. Breathless bodies mould into each other, finding their place after too long being apart. At the back of your mind, you know you should be making your way to the bathroom, but Erwin’s heavy body lying on your chest is enough to remind you to focus on the moment. For this is where you belong.

“You know, you should be flattered, Erwin.” You nudge his arm weakly as you lay together, bodies entangled in a random set of pyjamas you begrudgingly forced yourself to change into. “No one has better hands than you.”

He laughs. “I am flattered,” he says. “I just like teasing you.”

“No- you have a degradation kink.”

“Yes, that too.”

Even as you were taking a shower together, Erwin’s subtle attempts at having you admit you couldn’t make yourself cum did not go unnoticed. You suppose it’s an ego-thing, but then you realise it’s more. The power of being the only person able to bring you that much bliss is power Erwin thrives on. And despite the money wasted on your pink vibrator, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Still,” Erwin muses and a small smile plays across his lips. “I did expect the photo Hange took to at least help a little.”

Every muscle in your body stills and your eyes suddenly widen. Oh come on. You try to tell yourself that there’s simply nothing wrong with having a photo of your naked husband, but it’s more than that. You know it. Erwin knows it. And by the way he’s smiling, you also know that plastered on your face is the guiltiest of looks. In your poor attempt to escape his gaze by turning your back to him, Erwin chuckles and shakes his head, hugging you closer.

“That’s not fair!” You exclaim.

“It’s not?”

“No!”

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but Erwin is made of steel. Why do you expect to get away with anything anymore? Erwin Smith is beyond two moves ahead- he’s finished the game before you’ve even started.

“Did you really think I didn’t notice?”

“Shut up!” You whine. “Why do you have to be such a smartass about it? Let me think I win.”

“Alright, alright.” Erwin chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead. “You’re my winner. Always.”

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karlswrites · 4 years ago

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Big Vs. Little Spoon

Demon Bois + Non-Dateables Edition

This game is my newest hyper-fixation, so please bear with me. I know there are a lot of head-canons about the boys cuddling, but here’s my rendition. Boy howdy, this one’s a little long...

Warnings: Pure Fluff

❤️ Lucifer: Because he’s the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer loves feeling bigger than you. His pride inhibits him from being the little spoon, so he often opts for being the big spoon. Luci can’t help but admire the way his arms completely envelop you when he’s the big spoon. However, if he decides that you’ve been “a good little Main Character,” then he might acquiesce to your request, allowing you to lounge over him. Additionally, Luci prefers that the two of you cuddle in his bed, as it is rather large and extremely comfortable. Seeing you sprawled out over or curled in his comforter fills him to the brim with pride. Being able to hold you close to his chest gives him more pride than literally anything else. Being the elegant fella that he is, he will always lower himself beside you gently, careful not to disturb you. He won’t jump on the bed like some people.

(I’m so sorry you had to read that one line of dialogue, if you can even call it that.)

💛 Mammon: A true switch on top of and underneath the sheets, Mammon is more likely to be the little spoon than his elder brother. He will never admit to you how much he enjoys feeling your arms slumped over him, but he does love it. He’ll never object to being the big spoon, though, as having his arms and legs draped over you is a HUGE ego booster. Mammon often feels little in the company of his brothers, so knowing that you feel safe and comfortable in his hold makes the guy’s heart melt. I must warn you, though, that Mammon doesn’t hesitate to leap unto your bed, effectively smothering you with his love and adoration. In the private on your room or his, because he loves showing his stuff off, he’ll entangle himself in you. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to him how you’re lying, as long as he gets to stay with you. If you satisfy his greed, and you always do, he will never leave.

(My friend thought of an adorable Mammon x MC Piggy-back ride idea, but that’s for another day, hehe)

💙 Leviathan: This poor boy isn’t used to physical touch, much less having someone in his room almost every night. His only experience comes from a Ruri-chan body pillow, and that thing does not compare to your warmth. At first, you have to be the big spoon. Although he’s embarrassed, Levi adores the feeling of your arms and legs hooked around him. He always takes the opportunity to take his hands and intertwine them with yours over his chest and waist. Now, if Levi gets jealous, then that’s a whole other story. If he notices a few too many people crowded around you or hugging you throughout the day, he’ll find his confidence and trap you into him. He’ll pull you into the bathtub with him, lay you down on his pillows, and act clingy so that nobody mistakes you for theirs. Good luck leaving the tub, ya hooligan.

💚 Satan: Out of the two options, Satan is probably the big spoon most of the time. He likes holding you close, being able to enjoy some peace and quiet with you. He’s not so much of a ‘little/big spoon’ as he is a ‘two forks lying snuggly together in a drawer’ kind of guy. You lie next to him, your arms looped around his neck or his chest. Satan holds a book over the two of you, reading aloud softly. His free hand is snaked under your waist, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine with each sentence he reads. On the other hand, if it’s late at night or super early in the morning, he’ll indulge in that prime spooning opportunity. He’d probably place his chin in the crook of your shoulder. He’ll probably have his hands anchored in your waist. He’ll probably - most definitely- slowly turn you around in his arms, letting his hands wander back towards your spine. Satan loves having you pressed against his heartbeat and vice versa. Your heart is the perfect sound for him to fall asleep to.

💗 Asmodeus: This guy is a little spoon. With how much he loves himself and you, of course, he will curl himself into you. Asmo doesn’t like as much for his back to face you, so he always ends up turning around in your arms. He wants you to have constant access to his face. Whether you’re looking at him or kissing him, it doesn’t matter; Asmo wants your attention on his beautiful face. Being constantly suggestive, especially when it comes to you, he slowly weaves his legs between yours. He doesn’t hesitate when playing footsies, too. In terms of his preferences, he loves hosting you in his room. If you ever want to cuddle in your room, though, then he’ll eagerly agree. Asmo looks forward to leaving the scent of whatever fragrance he’s wearing all over your bedsheets. He wants you thinking about him 24/7 after all.

(If anyone disagrees with this one, in particular, square up in a Denny’s parking lot.)

🧡 Beelzebub: As long as you’re eating food during cuddling, Beel could care less how you’re placed over him. He’s a big boy, so he’s often the big spoon. One of his arms will snake its way underneath you, holding you tightly around the waist. His other hand is preoccupied with a bag of chips or another tasty snack. Unlike Asmo, Beel is not nearly as handsy. He keeps you in his strong hold the entire time. When he’s done eating, he moves his hand up to your head. His digits will stroke and play with your hair. It’s so soft, and Beel can’t get enough of how relaxed it makes the both of you feel. Another position he likes, which isn’t necessarily spooning, but him lying on his back with you on top. Beel loves, loves, loves your head on his chest. The way his chin rests upon your head is so nice to him. He drapes his arms down your back, hooking his legs over yours. He keeps you in place, and you feel so safe. He is a legitimate teddy bear.

💜 Belphegor: The Avatar of Sloth is the best cuddler, hands down. He has so many pillows and, upon request, can provide pillow forts, beds, nooks , or whatever you need. You always fall asleep within minutes. Cuddling was a bit difficult at first, as you didn’t always trust him. Actually, it was Belphie’s attempt to gain your trust that led you to be cuddle-buddies (besides your mutual pining, of course). Like some of his brothers, he doesn’t prefer one position over the other. He can be a big or little spoon. You say the word, and he’ll fall into the position with ease. He covers you with blankets, making you appear as a burrito/cocoon. He is definitely warm each and every time you snuggle in close. Belphie clings to you as a sloth clings to its branch, never letting go, even when you wake up.

❤️ Diavolo: Another big boy, Diavolo is the - drum roll, please- big spoon. He has the broadest shoulders, biggest hands, and widest chest that’s perfect to fall into. Whenever you cuddle, he silently hopes you choose his castle. He’s always so excited to bring you over, and this guy has a massive bed. It’s literally made for a king. Since he’s a ray of sunshine, Diavolo will playfully tug you onto the mattress with him. He holds your face, caressing your cheeks. He grabs your waist, pulling you in even closer. He doesn’t let go until he absolutely has to. Sometimes, Barbatos has to come in and drag him away from you. Diavolo is completely smitten by you, and his affection only grows every time he relaxes against your back. Furthermore, cuddling with you is the perfect way to end a stressful day of dealing with the crazy demon brothers.

💚 Barbatos: Barbatos may be a butler, but something about him screams big spoon. He loves scooping you up in his arms. The feeling of his heartbeat against your back brings him the greatest sense of comfort. When keeping you tangled up in his arms, he asks now and again if he can move in anyway, get you anything, or do anything to make you feel even more comfortable. He likes his control, but he always aims to please. Barbatos and you never stay still for long. His fingers run along your arms, sides, and shoulders continuously. He, too, likes playing with your hair. If you fall asleep before him, he places kisses on the back of your scalp, neck, and shoulders. He never goes past that, but cuddling allows him ample time to indulge in some innocent physical attention. Expect to be carried out of bed bridal style when the two of you wake up.

🖤 Solomon: As the Devildom’s official special snowflake, you might never know what you’ll get with him. Solomon prefers feeling your back against his chest, though he will, like Lucifer, reward you by being the little spoon. He’s very calm and cool, so being the little spoon doesn’t embarrass him. He only cares about encasing you with his arms, hands wrapped around you in a big hug. He’s not as outwardly affectionate with you as another guy might be, but Solomon delivers some high-quality snuggles. You feel small and safe against him, and that’s all he could ever want. In terms of location, the two of you typically end up in your room. However, on days when the demon boys are at it again, he will coyly invite you into his dorm. He loves when your scent seeps its way into his bedsheets, but he also loves it when his gets lost in yours. Solomon is always left floored by how such simple affection can make him feel so warm and fuzzy. He doesn’t need to worry about spells with you, and you don’t need to worry about anything with him.

🤍 Simeon: Similar to Levi, Simeon isn’t used to physical touch, but he’s not as shy. Cuddling you sounds as good as heaven, and he relishes in the feeling of your soft skin against his. Another true switch, in my humble opinion, he is content with being a big or little spoon. He’s an angel, and his greatest concern is how comfortable you are at all times. He’s inexperienced, so he will more-than-happily follow your lead. He never moves without your consent. You might have to reassure him a few times that moving is totally fine. In fact, it’s welcomed. Once he gets that through his noggin, he finally relaxes into you. From behind, Simeon grazes his hands over your stomach, loving the warmth you emit. If you’re behind him, he’ll seize the opportunity to clutch his hands in yours, loving the feeling of your head on his shoulder. He sleeps so much better with you.

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me fluff #fluff #demon boys

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fairestwriting · 4 years ago

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Since I'm a sucker for angst, may I request hcs for Riddle, Malleus, Azul, and Vil who are trying to help the reader ask their vice dorm leader out on a date (since the reader has a crush on the vice dorm leader), but while they're trying to set them up together they accidentally fall in love with the reader? sorry if this request is a bit confusing, I'm not too good with words

first angst request.... i owe you my life anon i love writing pain. i totally went crazy on this i hope you like it

+ ko-fi link, if anyone feels like financially supporting my writing

Riddle Rosehearts

The three of you are friends, and had been for a while. You met Trey first and he introduced you to Riddle, all way before NRC. Even as you entered this latter part of your school years, your relationship never really changed, you were still eating baked goods together and chatting afternoons away, everytime Riddle could sneak out of his home.

He’s rather reserved when it comes to showing platonic affection, but you could tell that Riddle appreciated having you around as much as he did with Trey, you saw it on how happy he was to know the three of you became NRC students. Even as he turned into Heartslabyul’s tyrannical ruler, he was still a good friend to you both.

So you’re not afraid to come up to him and ask for help on asking Trey out, after mulling over your feelings for months.

Riddle is, before anything, embarrassed to do something like this. He mutters about how it isn’t his responsibility, that this was a private matter between you two, but he’s always had a soft spot for you, he couldn’t say no.

You two end up in his room trying to think of how to go about this. You’ve known Riddle never confessed to anyone, really, so you didn’t expect him to give you much of a hand on that topic, just on how you should approach Trey specifically, since they’ve known each other for longer.

Riddle averts his eyes as he tells you some earlier childhood stories about Trey. You watch him with attentive, curious eyes as you find out about how he’s always been this caring, with this older sibling-like personality, and you can’t help but smile. Riddle’s speaking falters at that, but he goes on.

You decide on writing Trey a letter, so you could express your feelings in a more cohesive way. Riddle helps you make sure the text is written correctly and flows well, it’s a couple hours of hard work before you have everything on paper. The nervousness you were showing seems to fade once you write the last word, and you smile in a way that Riddle had never seen before, and didn’t want to look away from.

You chime about being excited to deliver it, even if the thought made you anxious. Riddle assures you that even if Trey didn’t return your feelings, things wouldn’t change, since the three of you were mature enough to not throw a fit over something like this. You thank him for the help and encouragement, giving him a big hug that has him yelping before you’re out of the room.

Then the door closes, and his eyes fill with tears -- It contradicts what he’d said before, but he doesn‘t have it in him to care. Had he loved you for all this time you’ve known each other? He can’t tell, but now that he’s realized it, he can’t do anything about it.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus knew you as Lilia’s friend, plain and simple. You two weren’t close at all, he’d only barely seen you hanging around Diasomnia to talk to the vice dorm leader -- So you can imagine how surprised he was when you came up to him and asked for him to help you ask Lilia out.

It’s hard to get Malleus dumbfounded, and you actually managed to do it just through your conviction when you asked him, somebody people were so terrified of, for help on such a matter. He never thought anything like it would happen. He’s so surprised, he can’t do anything but say yes.

Since then, you two begin spending time together. You’re constantly surprising Malleus with your determination on winning Lilia’s heart -- You’re constantly asking him questions, about fae traditions, about Lilia, about him, too, sometimes. It’s not a friendship, he knows, and yet he just can’t help but feel captivated by your energy. No one had ever approached him like that.

It’s a long time until you can feel secure on how to talk to Lilia about your feelings, and you end up becoming quite close to Malleus. Conversations that were initially just plotting turn into normal chatting, you begin to truly value him as a person, and not just somebody you found admirable but didn’t know, but that was it. You knew who you wanted, and you couldn’t help but let that show -- And as time passes, what once impressed Malleus begins to feel so sour to him. He’s actually happy to have grown close to you, and yet, he feels like he’s constantly haunted by a sense of unsatisfaction...

But everything comes to an end, of course, and when the end of the school year is growing near, you decide it’s time. You’d been working hard to understand Lilia, someone so enigmatic, better, and now you’d tell him you loved him like you always dreamed about. Hopeful, you invite him to meet you at Ramshackle after twilight.

Malleus is naturally the first person you tell about this, right as you give him your most sincere thanks. He hears the news, and it’s like something inside him shatters.

It’s you showing him feelings he’d never felt before again -- But he just smiles through it, saying he’s glad he could assist you, and giving you and Lilia wishes of happiness. And he means them, no matter how much they hurt, because he’s grateful you’re here either way, even if it isn’t how he wants.

Azul Ashengrotto

Getting him to set you up with Jade probably wasn’t cheap, so he is, before anything, surprised at your determination to be with him.

Before coming into his office to make the deal, Azul just knew you as “the twins’ friend”. You two spent time together as well, but he didn’t think you were especially close or anything... still, he’s surprised to learn about your feelings for Jade, and like this too, he doesn’t know why it’s so uncomfortable.

He pushes that aside in favor of his work, of course. Once he has his payment -- Whatever that was -- your feelings for the eel really are even less of his business than before. He tells you to show up at his office again at a given time, so you two could go over what you knew about Jade, and he’d give you some possibilities of how to go about the situation, so you could pick one and sign the contract later. You agree to his terms almost without a second thought.

A couple plotting sessions happen. Azul had done something like this before, so he expected it to be easy -- He introduces you to a couple magical methods that could just get Jade in love with you instantly, but you refuse these. In the end, it’s just Azul asking you questions about you and Jade so he could plan a perfect date.

The contract has low stakes like these, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s a strange couple of meetings, he’s just taking notes as you talk, and while you do, eyes sparkling everytime you mentioned Jade, Azul gets all that discomfort from the beginning but worse. It hurts now. But spending time with you, and learning things about you, even if it was for business, felt strangely healing.

He doesn’t get it. Is he jealous that Jade has someone who loves him? He should be happy, they’re friends, and he’s cutting a deal with someone. Is he that starved for affection? The thoughts just keep swirling in his head.

The last session is when you two have finished putting together the date plan, considering every little detail so everything would go perfectly. A big, confident smile appears in your face as you thank him.

Azul blinks. So it was over -- That ache returns now. He glances at the contract you’ve signed, then you, acting in a way that makes you look like you’re ready to take on the whole world.

You’re out of the door in a minute. Azul never put a name to any of his feelings, but he feels... so empty. The contract is torn up later, he’s lost interest in whatever you were to give him. He can’t really meet Jade’s eyes for a while.

Vil Schoenheit

Knowing Vil as the most beautiful person in school, you spend some time building up courage and then ask him about how you should become a beauty worthy of Rook’s attention.

The question surprises him. Isn’t Rook the one that finds beauty in everything? You’re already worthy of his attention. No matter who you are, the hunter could find something about you that he finds oh so captivating, and sing praises to that trait for hours. That’s just the sort of person Rook is, no?

You explain to him that he’s misunderstood you request, and that it wasn’t about beauty exactly, rather... you’d fallen in love with Rook, and you wanted to get his attention, but in a way no one else had gotten his attention -- You wanted to ask him out, basically, but you didn’t feel like you could just yet, so you asked Vil for his help.

It isn’t a request he’d gotten before, so Vil is on the fence about it for a moment. Does he have time for something like this? He barely knows you, too, and it was just... an odd request, in general. Not the sort of thing you’d ask of anyone.

He doesn’t know why he felt compelled to accept, really, but he does, but he quickly explains to you that you shouldn’t try to change yourself in any way to be with Rook, that was just a recipe for disaster. You’re eager to listen to his advice in a way that no one else had ever been, and on the inside, he’s pretty happy at that. Everyone else seems so unwilling to just make an effort.

Vil ends up becoming determined on getting you two together, since you were too. He tells you he’ll teach you how to really bring out your own personal beauty, and you two can plan how your confession is going to work, too. Being in Vil’s care, you feel confident that you might actually be able to get what you want, after all. You promise to do your best.

You end up coming to Pomefiore’s dorm quite often. Before anything else, Vil helps you care for your own appearence better, regarding things like clothes, skincare, and makeup. Not just so you could look better, but so you could feel better too -- And since this obviously isn’t just about outer beauty, he’ll have a word with you on things like how you interact with other people, what sort of talents and skills you have, so he can advise you on how to keep improving these as most as possible.

It isn’t much of a matchmaking scheme or anything, because Vil doesn’t believe in that, and something so standard wouldn’t apply to somebody like Rook. He’s actually just helping you with your confidence, and he sees the effects of your combined efforts everyday, in how your nervousness turns into excitement as you talk about the confession.

And he’s proud of you, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes, when he’s alone, he thinks about how you being around him so often is temporary, and it just hurts. He hates to acknowledge it, but he’s grown attached to you, captivated by your energy and willingness to learn.

One day, it’s just over. You’ve become a much more confident person, confident enough you can just decide to walk up to Rook and tell him your true feelings -- And that’s it. You tell Vil about how you’d do it today, ambushing the hunter after class, giving him countless thanks.

Again, he’s proud. But it’s bitter. He wishes you good luck as you slip away, just like he’s thought you would. Forced to acknowledge that he hated to see this happen, he just tells himself that it’s just how things were, even as the jealousy corrodes him inside.

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