#faust/reader

[miniisunshine]

I can't stop thinking about the fact that Lords of chaos succeeded to bag a culkin AND a skarsgård brother in the same movie

JUST LOOK AT THEM

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

What kind of a man is he?

Yami: Ass man. But he does not shy away from placing a kisses to the back of your neck, or neck in general either

Fuegoleon: Ass man. But back and thighs are high on his list as well

Nozel: Thigh man. Legs are the thing for him. His second choice would be boobs

William: Boob man. Legs would also be his second choice

Rill: Hand man as much as a boob man.

Jack: Hip man. Thighs and boobs next.

Finral: Boob man. Legs come second

Nacht: Also boob man. Legs and arms come next

Magna: Also boob man. Thighs would be second choice

Luck: Leg man. Ass man as an extension

Yuno: Ass man. Appreciates thighs just as much

Marx: Ass man. Likes placing kisses onto jawline too

Julius: Thigh man. And one can do a lot with hands too :)

Gauche: Boob and ass. Both are just as nice

Henry: Bare back is so sexy to him. Thighs are second choice

Zora: Thigh man. But "a great ass is a great ass"

[sxftkxssxs]

Hellooo! I absolutely like your headcanons! Especially the hair one. But I can't help but wonder how would main 6 react to hair care as form of intimacy? And their partner generally liking their hair and trying to touch it or run their hand through them. Best luck and love!

Honestly, I don’t know where I got the washing their hair part of this post, and I apologize that Asra and Julian’s parts are so long haha! I just had so many thoughts about those two!

Hair Care Intimacy with The Main 6

Asra

He looooves this! Run your hands through his hair, help him wash it, brush it, do anything you want with it!

Faust just watches from a corner, both slightly jealous and entertained by Asra’s actions.

They do think it is one of the more intimate actions you can do for another person. You both probably did each other’s hair often before the plague, so it’s quite bittersweet at first. He’ll often reminisce when you start doing it together, and the very first time he definitely sheds tears. They’ll explain why they’re so emotional if you wanted to know. He definitely lets you make it your own again though, finding how you want to do it in the present rather than how you used to.

Asra will reciprocate whatever you give him and double it. You take time out of your day to help him wash his hair? He’s already gotten a bath ready and very specifically picked hair products placed on the side for you when you come home. He knows he doesn’t necessarily have to do any of this, but this is just how his love works.

Faust occasionally feels left out, and now the two of you have a tiny little comb that you fake brush her scales with. She definitely plays into it and does little shivers that go through her whole body.

Brushing Asra’s hair isn’t too difficult with practice, despite the small curls and thickness. Though, it does occasionally puff out if it’s cared for a little rougher than normal. (It’s a cute look, but Asra doesn’t quite agree that it’s suitable for outside the comfort of your home.)

When you go to touch their hair in any way, they actually lean towards you to let you reach it better. They’re such a sap and they don’t care to show it. They also let out a little sigh once your hand finally makes contact.

Julian

Unfortunately, until you wear out the workaholic in him, you’ll often take care of each other. This includes bathing together, doing each other’s hair, swapping cooking duty depending on who’s less wore out, etc. He’ll eventually get his life a little more together, but until then you get to enjoy doing all sort of caring things with each other.

Julian gets very flustered when you both start doing these things. He never thought he’d get to be here, like this, or with you and its enough to make even his ears pink. It’s moments like this that he’ll finally start to relax after his day. He’ll mumble answers to any questions you ask, occasionally asking questions of his own. Times like these will also make him more sentimental on off days. He might ramble about how he didn’t think he’d really make it to this point or how you’re just too kind to him. He knows that you’re stubborn enough to stay, to be part of his fight, but it feels like a dream come true some days!

His hair is the easiest thing to manage. You could pour straight grease on it and it’d perk right up a few hours later. He’s aware of this, so he’d let you put whatever you’d like to in it, (within reason, it needs to have some kind of connection to the hair care world.)

Sometimes he’ll put on an act when you express that you want to touch his hair. It’s all out of love! He’s very playful, acting as though touching his hair is so scandalous..how could you both show your faces the next day after showing such tantalizing behavior?? He always gives in and even encourages it often once he gets that out of the way!

People are actually so used to you both messing with each other’s hair that the day seems incomplete when you don’t. If you manage to make it that far, someone is bound to ask what in the hell is wrong with you two. (It’s Asra, he knows Julian is too insufferable to let that long go by unless something is fishy….and he’s a little curious)

Nadia

She’ll notice right away and there is no stopping it.

Once she does notice, she’ll offer situations for you to touch her hair if that was what you wanted. Though, the one situation she would never put on you is actually brushing her hair. She knows it’s long, she uses special imported products, and she often has to use various methods to get it styled how she’d like.

If you offer or just go straight into brushing her hair, she’ll be delightfully caught off guard. Nadia will mention you didn’t have to and that she appreciates the action. Despite her concerns, her hair is pretty easy to manage, other than being thick. She’ll offer to reciprocate if you’d allow it, and then it’s up to you if you’d like her to try managing your hair.

She doesn’t appreciate it being over the top in public, but she loves when you run your hands through her hair. Playing with her hair so casually in any capacity (with her permission of course,) is something she loves. She takes it as a sign you’re comfortable in your relationship with her, and don’t see her as just the countess. She’ll occasionally brush her own hand through your hair or tuck a stray strand behind your ear.

If you want to help her wash her hair, you’ll both be getting special treatment from the other. She’ll always reciprocate in the shared space of her personal bath. She also thinks it shows that she trusts you just as much as you do her! Nadia loves the intimacy of helping each other unwind after the stress of the palace.

Muriel

I feel like this type of intimate care is a given with Muriel. He gets his own tough love hair treatment from Morga and ends up liking and even keeping the style. Though he will always be a little hesitant to change it up permanently, he’ll let you mess with it from time to time.

Washing his hair is a little more…intimate in his mind, but he’ll allow it! He actually loves it but he’ll keep that fact (verbally) to himself. He won’t return the favor until a little longer, but it pays off. He’s very good at managing hair despite how he treated his own in the past.

He likes the feeling of your fingers at work in his hair. It helps ground him when he’s extremely stressed, and it shows his trust for you. He doesn’t talk much unless you ask him a question once you start messing with his hair. He’ll even lean his head back to make sure you can get to all of it.

Muriel isn’t so confident in his own styling abilities, he doesn’t have much practice. The only way you’ll get him to style your own hair is if you show him how you like to do it. Eventually, he gets to a point he can do it his own way and get the same result.

Inanna forces you both to include her, and if you playfully ignore her whines, she’s not afraid to bite down on your sleeve just hard enough to pull you down. She’s a wolf, so she really doesn’t need to be brushed, but she loves it so much! If you both start brushing her fur, she’ll be in doggy heaven. So much attention!!

Portia

She loves it very much, however her hair is very curly, so if you don’t really know what you’re doing, it could be catastrophic. She’ll teach you how you can handle it without frizzing it up, or making it flatten out if yours isn’t curly, so that you can still express your affections!

She has a routine to go through with her hair, but if you wanted to contribute she’d be so excited! She’ll show you everything she uses, telling you how it works and how to use it. Portia definitely enjoys this form of care very much.

If you offer to help her wash her hair, she’s all for it. She’d love to return the favor if you’d allow it! She thinks these moments are the most precious and caring of them all. She’ll often try and linger, through playful squabbles.

Pepi does not want to partake very much. She can bathe and groom herself thank you! (Though when she finally ends up dirty enough to warrant a bath it is hellfire. No one is left unscathed.)

Lucio

He has such high standards for hair care, I’m so sorry.

Lucio acts very snobbish at first. He’s just so used to having people take care of him with whatever he’d wanted from the palace! He’ll ask what you’ll use, what does it do? Are you sure that one is good for him? Wait why are you walking away?!

You’ll have to run through the whole, no you will not use inappropriate products, yes they are all handpicked, and yes you will be gentle, before he’ll allow it. However, once you get him in that situation you have to absolutely drag him out. He’s so touch starved it is insane. He’ll find ways to get you to keep your hands in his hair, just when you think you’re done, he’ll bring out another excuse until he runs out. At a certain point you’re bound to figure out he’s just bluffing to make you keep going.

He loves having your hands in his hair in any situation. It does make him a little sleepy/slow his brain down significantly, but he doesn’t stop talking while this happens. He just kinda, slows down. It’s very amusing to watch him sluggishly put words together while his eyes fight to stay open. If you do it too long though, Melchior and Mercedes get a little jealous over the two of you. Melchior will often push himself between the two of you to get your attention while Mercedes just throw herself next to Lucio.

If you want to touch his hair any other time, he tries to act like he doesn’t care. It doesn’t work. He‘ll let you have your way more often than not though! (He does get his revenge though, and definitely messes up your hair ten times worse.)

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asked:

Accidental kiss with one of cod men of your choice, except when you try to pull away he pulls you down again to give you a proper and longer kiss 💋

Oops!

Tags/CWs: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, pre-established consent, use of pet names/terms of endearment, kissing.

Divider by: @/adornedwithlight

It's two in the morning, and you're out of bed for a midnight "snack", microwaving a small frozen pizza you bought from the convenience store, now you're sitting on the kitchen counter while waiting for it to finish heating in the microwave, your lover standing in between your legs, drinking a glass of water. "You ate my dinner leftovers.", you tell him, it didn't anger you at all, you actually stood in front of the fridge with your empty container a couple of minutes ago, chuckling to yourself as you saw the evidence of his crime. "Your food is my food love, we live under the same roof.", you squint your eyes at him, letting out a series of sounds that sound like what he said, mocking him. He sighs after taking the cup from his lips, putting it on the counter next to you, taking one of your hands and kissing your wrist, "When the pizza's done heating, could I have some too love?"

You roll your eyes and huff, "Fine, ok, but don't get upset if you don't find your lunch leftovers tomorrow, ok?", he gets his face closer to yours, taunting you with those sweet, sweet brown eyes of his, "Mhm, alright, I won't.". He gets a little closer but the microwave beeps, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to look at it, your lips roughly crashing onto his, foreheads hitting. You pull back and whimper a little as you rub your forehand with your fingers, "Sorr-", he doesn't care, not one bit, pulling you in for a real kiss this time, one where neither of you are headbutting like cats do, one where you melt a little when you feel his hand holding the back of your head firmly, that closeness and firmness that grounds you whenever you're too deep in his touch, in his kisses when they seem to be longer.

He pulls back, biting your lip gently and looking into your eyes, he finally lets go and sighs, looking at you tiredly as you smirk up at him, and you pulled him back into your chest, taking his hand this time, and kissing each knuckle tenderly, "Pizza's ready, do you wanna do the cutting?".

[monowritestoomuch]

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Notes: SURPRISE! First time writing these characters! Sorry these are so short. I’m currently short on time so I’ve been real busy and only getting busier. I haven’t watched the Lucien, Faust and Charlie videos in a while so excuse any messed up personalities. Enjoy!

Alphonse🍬:

He walks into the room, not looking up. “Hey Boo, have you seen my keys? I need to head to the shop to grab some toilet paper–OH SHIT! Damn Boo!” You pick up a slipper and throw it at him, red in the face. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” he repeats, backing out, his voice echoing through the hall. “You look good though!”

Seth🐺:

Seth walks in the room, looking down at his phone. “Hey Sugar, have you seen my helmet? I’m just gonna go get–daaaamn Sugar!” he says, stretching the second to last word. “Not lying��� Sugar, you look good–” 

You turn red in the face, attempting to speak, but only stuttering comes out. You shriek  in embarrassment, shooing him out.

He turns around, exiting the room while walking down the hall. “I’m leavin’! See you later, Sugar–I’ll get you some chocolate for your sweetness–!” 

Auron🩸: 

“Rook, have you seen the new microtech law contract? Trish reminded me that I’d given it to you last–oh, oh dear.” Auron’s eyes conveyed the same message as his curved lips. “My sincerest apologies, Rook.” His smile disappeared for a brief moment, before returning, far more mischievous than before. “I’ll leave–but I’d like to see you–in my office later.”

Faust🥏:

“Have you seen my good streaming headphones? I’ve been looking for them–oh,” Faust starts, walking into the room, only looking down at his phone at first until he looks up at you. 

He pauses, looking at you and then to the outfits you have laid out on your bed. “Wear the purple plaid short skirt with that top, it matches your eyes–” he says, rolling his own. “I’ll be looking for my headphones if you need me,” he continues, walking out of the room and closing the door slowly, before turning back one final time, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“If it’s any consolation, you look great,” he finished, before closing the door completely and walking off to continue finding his headphones, leaving you red-faced. 

Charlie🍕:

Charlie walks into the room, eyes focused on a texting thread on his phone before looking up. “Hey Casp, have you seen my ID–wha-AHH!” He screeches, backing up and covering his eyes. 

“Sorry! Sorry! So sorry!” He spouts, back-running out of the room and slamming the door behind him. 

Lucien😈:

He strolled into the room like he owned the place, his voice loud. “Angel–you’re out of eggs and–oh? Aren’t you good looking?” He says, that is, before you throw a slipper at him, shouting at him with a red face to get out. 

He laughs, throwing his head back and running his hands through his hair. He turns, grinning and exhaling with a chuckle. “Once you’re not in your birthday suit, get some eggs, Angel.”

Finn🌻:

“Hey, are you ready to go–oh my gosh I am so sorry!” he started, stuttering when his eyes reached you. He covered his eyes, blushing out of embarrassment. “I am so, so sorry!” 

He continued to spout the apologies as you turned red with embarrassment. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, his eyes still covered. “I should go–” he took his hands off his eyes, blushing. “I’m gonna go–sorry! You look great though! Wait no–” he continues, already out the door, starting to spout apologies again.

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[nellielsss]

+†+🪦 A Pɾσρҽɾ Bʅαƈƙ Bυʅʅ Wҽʅƈσɱҽ!

Summary: when you date a Magic Knight Captain, it's only a matter of time until you meet their Knights! A/N: just some fluff for Yami! I tried to include as many characters as I could but I'm still getting used to writing multiple chars in one scene. Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: swearing, suggestive jokes

╰┈➤ "Is this really where Suke lives?" you asked nobody as you approached his base. "He's always told me not to visit, but this place is just... creepy. Still, I feel bad for making him visit me all the time. Why not pay him a surprise visit?"

You had been dating the famed Captain of the Black Bulls, Yami Sukehiro, for a few months--4 to be exact--and things were starting to get serious with him.

But they were never serious enough for you to meet his squad.

Sure, you had seen them in passing, tagging along with him on missions, but you've never met the Black Bulls in person. It was like they were his kids that he never wanted you to meet for whatever reason. Whenever you tried to ask him if you could meet them, he'd always say: "Nah, not happening. I don't need you meeting those knuckleheads; they'd probably blabber some stupid story and scare you off, and I don't need that."

For the better part, he actually made the effort to go and see you wherever you were. He'd venture as many miles as needed in order to do so. He also just never introduced you to the public in general because he was scared of someone going after you for a vendetta or revenge against Yami (he was a man with many enemies, after all). So, he was content with just going on private dates in secluded bars or spending the night at your place. Any chance he could take to spend time with you, he'd snatch it right up.

Why did you venture to the secretive Black Bulls hideout in the first place? Well, Yami had been busy with training for a while. The missions were swamping him, and his efforts to keep the devils at bay were, inadvertently, keeping your relationship at bay as well. He never had any time to leave the hideout unless it was to go on a mission or to an official summons, and because you were basically forbidden from going to HQ, it meant all you could do was communicate via letters.

And you were sick and tired of it.

You were an impatient girl. You didn't like being basically banned from seeing your boyfriend, no matter how legitimate his causes or concerns were.

You haven't had dick in ages--you were starting to lose feeling down there!! And lord knows his dick was good, so good it left you unable to walk on several occasions.

But you weren't there just to fuck him (although it was a big bonus of dating him); you were there to mend your little broken heart.

So, that's how you wound up on their doorstep. You went at a time which you knew it'd be empty, so you were sure you wouldn't have to meet those bulls. Even if he, himself, was out, you could just wait in his room as a little welcome home surprise.

"I don't suppose I have to knock before entering," you muttered, grabbing the latch of the door and opening the giant wooden slab. Just as you'd expected: the place was empty. Not a peep to be heard throughout the entire tower of oddly shaped rooms and windows that were jutting out of the wrong places.

"Well, this sure ain't too bad. I thought it'd be in ruins by the way Suke described it," you thought to yourself. As you stepped on the cobblestone floors and ventured inside the place, you took note of it. It had a certain charm to it, like a cozy tavern you'd seek refuge from a storm in. There were torches lit up by mana, different flags hanging from the walls, and a big bar in the left side of the room. "If he wasn't so protective of me, I could imagine myself living here with him..."

"Hello... who are... you?" a ghostly voice suddenly said from the hallway.

"Gah! Wait- is it seriously haunted? Was Sukehiro telling me the truth this whole time?!" You immediately hid behind a couch when you saw the mint-haired man standing there.

"I'm... not... a... ghost! I... keep... this... place... running," the ghost said.

"Are you sure? Because you certainly don't look too- gah!" this time, you were surprised to feel that all your mana was being drained from you, simply by being close to the man.

"I'm.. sorry... I... drain... people's... mana... on... accident. Don't... stand... too... close."

"Figured as much," you muttered, somehow able to break free from the man's mana pull. "I knew I shouldn't have come here... I thought all of you would be out for the day."

"You... didn't... answer... my... question. Who... are... you?"

"Oh, right... sorry about that," you said, rubbing the back of your neck, "I'm, uh... I'm Captain Yami's girlfriend. I came here hoping that none of you would be around, but it seems as though I made a mistake. I thought all of you would be on missions for sure!"

The man's ghostly face lit up in surprise when he realized who you were. "Oh! I... know... you... or, at least... I've... heard... of you... Captain Yami's... always... talking... about... some girl... who... he's... been... dating. We all... just... thought... that he... was... lying."

"You seriously thought that he was lying?" you asked in disbelief. "Then again, he is an acquired taste... Anyway, what's your name?"

"My... name's... Henry. I... don't... go on... missions... because... I'm... too... weak, and I'm... bound... to... this... house."

"Too weak?" you asked, feeling a bit sorry for the guy. "Jeez, that must suck. Anyway, Henry, nice to meet you- ahhh!!" he started draining your mana on accident again and you pulled away.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, Henry; I forgot about your little quirk," you reassured him with a wave of the hand.

"You're... really... pretty. Too... pretty... to... be... dating the... Captain," Henry remarked, making you snicker.

"Well, thank you, Henry! Yeah, you probably couldn't picture him and I together, if I'm being honest. I guess I just have a thing for oblivious brutes," you giggled, making him smile in return. "Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Captain Yami about my impromptu appearance; he doesn't want me hanging around you guys. Somethin' about 'putting me in danger'? As if I could be put in danger," you remarked rather confidently. "I'm not really the type to submit to his wishes all that easily, but he seemed pretty serious about keeping our relationship under wraps. If you don't mind me, I'll be on my merry way-"

"Wait...! The... others... are... supposed to be... back... soon! You'll... get... caught... if you... don't... hide!" Henry warned you suddenly.

"H-Huh? Really?!" you asked him, already freaking out.

As if on cue, you could hear several voices chattering from the other side of the door, and you looked around in panic, trying to find a hiding spot. Henry was blocking the hallway, and if you got too close to him, you'd probably faint on the spot. You tried to hide behind the bar, only for the door to literally break down as the rowdy Black Bulls made their way home. You knew they were loud, but you didn't know that they were the type to break down doors! At the sight of the bunch, you instinctively froze up in fear, akin to a deer in headlights. You ducked for the nearest couch, hoping that they'd choose to go in the opposite direction.

"Did you guys see the way I took that guy down?! It was awesome! I totally surpassed my limits out there!!" A rather enthusiastic, short boy said to the others. That must've been Asta: the anti-magic user.

"You were pretty good out there--not that I'm complimenting you or anything! I'm still royalty compared to you," a similarly short girl with silver hair said. Based on how she was jabbing the boy with her words, that was probably Noelle.

"Just you wait, Asta--I'm gonna get stronger than you!" another guy with a mohawk and glasses said. Magna, if you weren't mistaken.

"I'd like to see you try to get stronger than him! If you do, then I'll spar with you until I get even stronger!" a blonde boy with a psychopathic smile quipped. Luck.

"Just don't go around breaking shit, okay, you numbskulls?" your oh-so handsome boyfriend Yami Sukehiro sighed. "We don't have the money to keep repairing the damage you guys cause."

"I'm going to go worship my sister, Marie," a guy with an apparent sister complex said: Gauche, to be precise.

"What a weirdo," you said to yourself. A few of their heads turned in the direction of your voice, and you hid your entire body behind the couch.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it was telling the truth."

"If you boys don't mind, I'm gonna go have a drink at the bar!" a female voice said, her words already slurred.

"Aren't you already drunk, Vanessa?" another guy asked the witch.

"What's one more drink, Finral? You should come join me!" she replied. You quickly realized you were in deep shit when you remembered that the couch you were hiding behind was right next to the bar.

Well, this is the end, you thought. There was no way you could hide from these guys now. Even if you tried to make a run for it, your boyfriend was right there, and he'd probably teach you a lesson!!

You braced yourself for when the witch, Vanessa, would see you... which was right at that moment. "Umm, guys? Why is there a stranger hiding behind our couch?"

Your eyes shot open in fear, and you looked up at the girl, your face red with embarrassment. "Vanessa, what are you talking about? Are you seriously seeing things?- Oh, hubba, hubba!" the guy named Finral said once he saw you. "If I knew that cute girls would be sneaking into our hideout, I'd leave the door unlocked more often!"

One by one, all the Black Bulls clamored around the couch, wondering who, exactly, the two were talking about. They were all in wonder until Yami came over. Oh, how you dreaded this from the moment you walked in...

"(Y/N)--what the hell are you doing in my base?!" said boyfriend asked, making you flinch with how loudly he asked that question.

"Heh... hi, Suke," you said quietly, only for the man to pick you up by the scruff of your collar and make you stand up.

"Wait, do you actually know that girl, Captain Yami?" Finral asked the man.

"He sure does..." you said meekly.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Great, this is just what I needed: my Bulls slobbering all over my girlfriend..."

"Did you just say GIRLFRIEND?!" all of them asked in unison.

"I guess there's no time like the present," the man finally relented. Yami stopped pinching his nose and instead wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you next to him. "Everyone, this is my girlfriend of four months."

"GIRLFRIEND OF FOUR MONTHS?!"

"I didn't even know a woman could stand to be in your presence, let alone for that amount of time!" Noelle exclaimed.

"So, you mean to tell me that you bagged a babe like her?! Captain, you need to give me your secrets!!!" Finral said, practically on the verge of losing it at this revelation.

"Don't call my girlfriend a babe, pipsqueak!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!! SO YOU MEAN TO TELL US THAT YOU WEREN'T LYING ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND ALL THIS TIME?!" Asta exclaimed, his voice drowning out everyone else's questions. "PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MA'AM--MY NAME IS ASTA AND I'M FROM HAGE VILLAGE, AND YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL!!"

"Stop yelling in my girlfriend's ear, are you trying to make her go deaf?!" Yami asked Asta before grabbing his lips and shutting him up forcefully.

"Would you like to spar with me?!" Luck asked, way too enthusiastically for his own good.

"How about a drink?" Vanessa asked.

"A nice, warm meal would be a great welcome for her!" Charmy proposed.

"I don't care if you're Yami's girlfriend: if you touch my sister Marie, I'll kick your ass," Gauche threatened you directly.

"Creep..." Yami muttered. "For the love of the Wizard King, all of you get off of her and stop harassing her with all your questions!!" he barked, now pissed off at the situation.

"Yes, Captain Yami, sir," all of them said, piping down finally.

"This is exactly why I didn't introduce her to all of you; none of you know how to act properly!" Yami yelled again, this time gritting his teeth in anger. You could tell he was getting riled up, so you put your hand on his chest and silently told him to calm down. His frustrated expression settled down to a simple frown, and he offered you a tiny smile. "Sorry, princess."

"I've never seen someone rein him in so easily," one of the bulls remarked in wonder.

"It's clear that Yami appreciates this woman and that we should treat her with the same respect with which we'd treat one of our own," Gordon whispered. Everyone still side-eyed him for how quiet he was being.

Yami took a deep breath and faced his subordinates again. "Anyway, this is my girlfriend of 4 months: (Y/N) (L/N). I expect all of you to treat her with the same respect you'd treat me, just as Gordon said." Everyone nodded, and for once he didn't feel like bashing their heads in.

"Captain Yami, if you don't mind me asking: how come we haven't met her before if she's so important to you?" one of them asked this time.

"Because, if I introduced her to all of you, one of you would blabber your mouths, and then word would get out that I had a girlfriend. That would put her in some serious danger, considering how many foes we face and enemies we have," Yami explained--and quite calmly at that. "And I like keeping my personal life separate from my life as Captain. I don't want the two to intermingle, even if both lives are equally important to me."

"I guess that makes sense..."

You decided that it was your turn to speak: "truth be told, Suke's always been so overprotective of me. He thinks I'm some delicate little flower who needs to be guarded at all costs, even if I'm a stage 0 mage. It's honestly ironic, considering how his type is strong women," you added with a giggle.

"Well, I can't let you get hurt because of me, princess," he said to you quietly. "Even if you are strong, there's always the chance that someone might go looking for you."

"Look at him, he's so protective of her! It's honestly kinda cute," Vanessa remarked, taking another sip of her drink. Yami merely glared at her before looking at all of them again.

"How come she found out about the base if you're so protective of her? Isn't its location supposed to be private?"

This was a question meant for you, it seemed, even if it was directed at Yami. "Well... your horse and buggy's a little quick to give up information if you're pretty enough," you giggled mischievously, playing with your hair as if you were innocent.

"Finral!" Yami said through gritted teeth.

"I-I just figured she was curious!" the boy said, trembling at the possibility of being punished by their Captain.

"I guess I just have my ways," you giggled again. "I couldn't stay away from my boyfriend for too long, not when I have needs!" you shot a wink at Yami, and all he could do was blush in place.

"I don't even wanna know what those needs are..."

"Don't speak of such things around my sister, Marie," Gauche quipped, making you furrow your brow.

"She's not even here--that's a picture you're holding!!"

"She's here in spirit."

"Stop starting fights when we have guests," Noelle interjected, being the voice of reason for once. She then decided to ask you a question. "So, I simply have to know: what possessed you to date the man for four months? From what I've seen, he's not the most perceptive man out there!"

"Noelle, you can't just say that about our captain in front of his girlfriend!" Asta said to Noelle.

She huffed in response. "As if you'd be any better!!"

"Slander my name to her like that and I'll kill both of you," Yami threatened them, making them both jump.

"But I didn't even do anything wrong!" Asta whined defensively.

"To be honest," you started, making everyone look at you again. "I was the one who initially had a crush on him. I know he's not everyone's type, but he sure is mine. Anyway, it was kinda hard getting him to notice my feelings for him. In the end, all it took was for me to simply confess my feelings for him and hope that he'd reciprocate them! And Suke may not look like the boyfriend type, but he's actually the most caring and considerate man I've ever met; he just doesn't show any of you that side... At least, not as forwardly as he does to to me."

Noelle thought about your words, and she couldn't exactly do anything but take your word for it. "If you say so... But, I still just don't get it! You're so... pink, and he's so... whatever he is!"

"Well, everyone has their type," you shrugged.

"But, how do you deal with his bowel issues?"

"Noelle!"

You couldn't help but giggle at her question. "By buying extra toilet paper, of course!"

"(Y/N)..." Yami trailed off, embarrassed by the topic. "All of you: bowel issues are no laughing matter! I go through battles every single day in that room."

"Yeah, we know."

After the Black Bulls laughed at your little statements, he decided to move on to the next part: "alright, enough of a Q&A session. Since you came all this way, I'd imagine you'd be staying over for dinner?"

Your stomach growled in response to his question. "Oh, yes, please. I'm starving--this place is so far from the nearest town!"

"Not to worry, my fair lady!" Charmy suddenly said, standing up on the table. "Chef Charmy here will cook up an amazing feast to welcome you to our humble abode!"

You looked at Charmy and then at Yami. "Can the half-dwarf really do that--cook well?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Her food is rich with mana."

"Fear not," Charmy repeated, "for you deserve a proper Black Bull welcome!"

Just as Yami promised you: Charmy cooked up a feast fit for several kings from far away lands and then some. Her cotton magic combined with her food magic made for plenty of meals and dishes to go around, and, although simplistic in their nature, each meal left you wanting more.

You were, of course, seated beside your boyfriend Yami (you were almost touching him), and the pink-haired witch, Vanessa, decided to sit on the other side. "You simply must try this drink, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, I don't drink much, but thanks for the offer," you said. Your efforts were in vain, seeing as she had already filled your cup.

"Don't overdo it, princess. I don't want you stumbling about the place. Y'know, since you can't really handle your liquor," Yami warned you.

"I'll try not to, Suke."

After filling up your cup, Vanessa decided to ask you a boatload of questions, as did all the other Black Bulls. Asta asked you about your family back at home; Vanessa asked you about your relationship; Luck asked you about your fighting skills; Gordon asked if he could be your friend (and make a doll that resembled you?); etc. All the other Bulls asked you unique questions that were different according to their personalities and interests, and you were happily to answer all of them. It wasn't everyday that you got to talk about your wonderful relationship!

As the night settled down, though, a certain personal question was asked by a certain witch who was to your right. "So, (Y/N), I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... are you happy in your relationship?" It was on brand for the witch, considering that she liked to talk about relationships and was also quite drunk.

"Vanessa, don't ask those kinds of questions," Yami warned the witch. "You've just met her-"

You answered it, though, regardless of how personal it was. Maybe it was the alcohol that opened you up more, but you gave her a smile and said: "more than you could imagine, Vanessa. Suke makes me happy in ways I cannot imagine. Brash as he might be, he still cares for me, and I can see that he also cares about the lot of you in his own special way. You're his family, after all; I'm just the lucky girl who he chose to open up to." It was more than you intended to say, but it got the point across pretty well. You took another sip of your drink, unaware of the way that they looked at you.

"Wow, that's... I sure am glad that you're happy!" Vanessa exclaimed, throwing her arm around your shoulder (and almost falling out of her chair).

"We all are, (Y/N)," Noelle also said with a slight smile.

"We might've just met you, but if you're a friend of Captain Yami's, then you're a friend of ours!" Asta exclaimed.

"I hope we can be great friends," Gordon whispered.

With each praise, each remark of approval, you couldn't help but smile at them. Truth be told, you'd been longing for a group of people who you could call home. Much like Noelle, you, too, had been shunned by your family for reasons you couldn't explain. Yami had been your lighthouse, your guiding rock all this time, but the idea that there was a whole other group out there who you could lean on for support kept your spirits up.

You might've just met them, but you already felt at home.

"Welcome to the fold, kid," Yami muttered into your ear before kissing the skin behind it.

Now that dinner was all cleaned up and over with, the two of you retired to Yami's bedroom. He shut the door behind him quietly, breathing a sigh of relief. "(Y/N), you have no idea the heart attack you almost gave me back there." Although he let the stoic mask drop and be replaced by the softness that he showed you, he still couldn't help but scold you. "Seriously--I wasn't prepared to introduce you to all of them."

"I didn't mean to surprise you like that, I just... look, I planned on sneaking in and going to your room and surprising you there. I wanted to see you--you've been so busy these past few weeks! I really didn't mean to meet them so early," you said, taking your earrings off and putting them on the nightstand.

Yami took the opportunity to sneak behind you and wrap his arms around your body. "I know I've been busy, princess; I would've snuck you in if you asked me to, though."

"I was impatient, Suke. You know how long those letters take to deliver; I wanted to see you today."

He didn't scold you; rather, he chuckled deeply and pressed his lips to the top of your head. "Well, aren't you an impatient princess?"

"You gave me that title, Sukehiro," you quipped, making him chuckle again.

"I guess I did."

After a few moments of silence, and after you'd taken your jewelry off, he took the opportunity to hug you tighter and let his lips travel down your neck. "Well, since you're here... I might as well get that loving in, hmm?"

"You might as well," you quipped. You stopped talking, instead letting him kiss your neck and your shoulder. You were so small in his arms--like a goddamn kitten! Even though you were strong, confident & fierce in your daily life, when you were with your beloved, you were like putty in his big hands, reduced to mush in a matter of moments.

"Good god, woman, I've missed you," he growled, letting his big hand trail up your shirt. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge to just drop everything and come running to you."

"That's no way for a Magic Knight Captain to behave," you teased him, making him spank your ass out of annoyance.

"I know, princess." He went back to kissing your exposed shoulder and decided to take it a step further. "Turn around for me, baby," he rasped into your ear. You obliged happily, turning around to face your boyfriend. "That's more like it," he said, cracking a smile before attacking your lips. His chapped, rough lips kissed your much softer & sweeter ones, his tongue intermingling with yours and tasting the sweetness of your mouth. "Missed this... the way your lips taste," he whispered, angling your head so he could kiss you deeper.

"Missed yours, too," you murmured to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say I smelled like cigarettes and beer?"

"That was before I made you quit all that shit. Now, shut up and kiss me," you said before diving in again.

"As you wish." He spun you guys around so that he was sitting on the bed and you were in between his legs. "What're you standing there for? Sit on my lap, sweetheart." You happily obliged and straddled his hips, letting the man pull you in for another deep, passionate kiss. His wandering hands trailed up and down your sides until he finally decided to peel off your shirt.

"Suke, it's cold," you whined.

"Then lemme heat you up," he rasped, continuing to let his hands run amok. Every time he got his hands on your soft, supple skin, he felt his heart skip a beat. You were just so goddamn perfect for him--you were like an angel, sent to keep him tamed. He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, kissing and biting at the soft fat of your breasts. "Mind if I take this thing off?" he asked, sticking a finger underneath the clasp of your bra.

"Only if you take this off," you quipped, peeling your boyfriend's tank top off, giving you access to those sweet muscles that you were so incredibly attracted to.

"Like what you see?" he rumbled with a cocky grin on his face.

"More than you could imagine," you giggled, pushing him back onto the bed and earning a spank from the brute's big hand.

"Come here and give your man some loving, hmm? He's missed having you in his bed."

You promptly requested a change of squad the next day. The Crimson Lion Kings would understand.

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"So, this is the girlfriend I've been hearing so much about, Captain Yami?" the man, who was his vice-captain, asked him. It was a rare occurrence for him to leave the shadow realm and go back to HQ, but when he heard that his old friend of so many years had gotten himself a girlfriend, he couldn't resist the urge to meet you. His eyes flickered from Yami to you, and you felt like they were staring into your soul.

"Yeah, this is her: (Y/N), (L/N). Try not to scare her off and say anything bad about me, 'kay?" Yami asked of the young man.

Nacht offered you a smile and even outstretched his hand from his coat. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Nacht Faust. I was wondering when Captain Yami would find someone who'd put up with his antics," he said, surprisingly friendly for how reserved he seemed.

"Do I really have that kinda reputation?!"

"Yes, you do."

"Um... nice to meet you as well," you replied, unsure if you should be scared of him or be glad he was so friendly.

"Anyway, I should get going. I can't exactly stand to be around your boyfriend for so long," he said in that eerily calm voice before slinking back into a shadow. "It was nice to meet you again!"

"Yeah, it was..." you trailed off as the man disappeared into the shadowy side of that wall. "Is he always like that?"

"He's usually worse," Yami sighed. "Anyway, let's go back to bed. I'm tired."

"But it's 3 pm!" you protested. He merely scoffed and threw you over his shoulder. "Hey, put me down!!"

"Does it look like I care? I'll cuddle my girlfriend anytime of the day I want."

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not to accidentally make them sound a little bit creepy or anything but øystein, bård and pelle all get rock fucking hard when hugging someone they like love! wether it be a simple little side hug or a full on hug… the sudden intense and almost overwhelming arousal stems from engaging in such close contact with someone they like love so much and all three of them definitely get off on the smell of you when the two of you are so close together, when your bodies are pressed together so closely and when they can smell your bodies natural scent as well as the notable scent of previously used shampoo in your soft hair… when hugging you, they always place their face the closest they can get it to your hair, practically burying their nose into your locks, all whilst you fail to notice how their breathing becomes heavier and their grip on you becomes firmer when your scent and your feeling fills their senses… you might just laugh it off when they tighten their hold on you and hold your body against theirs for just a second longer after you go to pull away from the little hug but they do it because they need to, they need to memorise your scent, they need to store it in their brain the best they can for when they retreat away to a private room and get themselves off to the memory of you… they are ashamed should be ashamed of how they take their shirt off and hold the cotton up to their heated face before shoving their nose into it in search of even a slight hint of your scent that may just be clinging to the fabric, they hold their own shirt up to their face in one hand whilst their other hand focuses on stroking their hard cock to the thought of you… oh if only you knew what your hugs, what you really do to them…

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How would Sinners react to a proposition of skinny dipping? You don't have to write all of them ofc :3

Ohhh, you are going to be the end of me /pos /nm the way I had to ponder this for so long. I’m dying

Unedited! Slight nsfw themes (mentions of nudity) ahead!

Hmm, I think Don is all for it as a fun adventure. Like, oh cool you want to swim in a lake together, this will be so fun, you can find something to jump into the water from or splash each other. If she’d be excited for having sone fun in the lake with someone, it’d be you. Those are her thoughts for exactly ten seconds before it hits her that skinny dipping also includes both parties being naked, preferably away from everyone else and pretty intimate. Her eyes get a bit wide as she’s hit with that realization but she’s Don, of course she won’t back down. Might blurt out something like ‚naked?’ Just as that thought enters her mind, not that she minds. She just doesn’t have a filter. And is very eager to do the activity with you still. Still, her openness doesn’t mean she’ll be normal about it. I could see her making quite a ruckus about sneaking off with you (not even to show off and let others know, she’s just like that plus you gave her a lot of positive emotions to process) so your little skinny dipping session will be anything but a secret. Bonus is that for a good while after you ask, you could swear her cheeks turned a semi-permanent shade of pink. The shoes stay on of course. Even when you question her about it, she’ll respond like you’re the one being silly for expecting anything else

Again with sinners being anything but normal, we have Sinclair. He’s another one who will ask the same question of „…Naked?” But in his case it’s not prefixed with excitement and joy. Not that he wouldn’t want to do it. He just didn’t expect you to propose that and even if you did, he’s still a bit surprised that you proposed that to him. He just simply… wasn’t expecting this. And with the insight I have from reading his book, I would guess that the whole concept would bring him more stress than joy. First of all, he doesn’t like himself all that much, so the perspective of stripping in front of somebody he likes… is anxiety inducing. Besides, despite keeping it all well hidden and marinating in his brain, his mind - more often than not - leads him uh. Places. He starts thinking about things he… really feels bad for thinking in relation to his favourite coworker. About your body and the connotations of your proposition. Lewd possibilities cross his mind and with each one he feels more and more awful. This is much worse than the ambiguously wet dreams plaguing his mind (as they do in the book), since at this point he at least doesn’t realise who the motherly figure in them is. But he knows you. And he feels like he shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way. You’d find that disgusting, find him disgusting. You probably already do. And he wouldn’t blame you for that. In the past (again, in the book), it took one lewd comment about a local shopkeeper from his schoolmates to get him flustered to the point he gave up on coming to the store. And he’s not much better now. A huge part of him, one that dislikes both the inside and outside of his own self, is screaming at him to decline. But there is something in the way you look at him so kindly, waiting for his response, that pushes him to ignore his innate instinct to run. You swear you could see cogs turning in his head and steam rising (sorry, that metaphor was uh, not purposefully crafted) as he mulled everything over to finally agree. But not before asking if you’re sure. I mean… you did ask. But he’s so stressed, he would rather make sure that you mean what you’re saying. The last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself in front of you. You reassure him that your proposition still stands and you meant it. However, when push comes to shove he probably would still, albeit apologetically, ask if he could maybe stay in his shirt and boxers. Especially after seeing you strip. With a lot of encouragement you could maybe get him to give that up, but it would take a lot and he would be… rather guarded. Either way, as time in the lake goes on, he would relax a tiny bit and it would be fun. Mostly staying emerged in water though. Give him time. And uh. Don’t look down when you two get out of the water. We all know what is happening there as his eyes nearly drill holes in your figure, but I think he would actually die permanently if you acknowledged his hhh. Reaction

Rodya is much more chill with it. She gets excited right away and praises you for the good idea. When you tell her that it would be just the two of you and that she was the first person you thought of when the idea popped into your head, she grins. Well obviously she was, who’s more fun on this bus than her~ despite the self assured words and tone, there is a bit of pride as she says it. She proposes to make it a little adventure, to sneak out and make it a fun secret between the two of you. Definitely not because she’s a bit salty that you were the one to come up with the idea. I mean she likes you, she “should” come with something special to add here to impress you. Though it’s a bit reassuring that you thought that she was the best person to share this moment with. She makes the whole event ten times better, coming up with a way to sneak off unnoticed. Even if you are concerned about Vergilius finding out, she waves you off. She’s been in deeper shit than this, no need to worry. She has a way with words, as she claims. As you two strip, she teases you a bit and shamelessly takes off her clothes, fighting against herself not to show just how much she’s seeking out your starstruck gaze. Again, she tells you to relax as she watches you strip, letting slip a comment or two that are bound to rattle your brain for the next week. But for now you two enter the water. She yelps a bit and complains that it’s colder than she’d like. Overplaying the act a little bit, though you can definitely tell she’s cold. If you’re taking the temperature worse, she’d comment on it, saying how it’s crawl who the ‘cultured’ folk is. ‘Lowly ones are too used to freezing colds, it’s very easy to see~’ she says about ‘commoners’ in a playful but matter-of-factly tone. You could easily imagine Heathcliff contemplating drowning her on the spot on a bad day if he was present. But there’s no one around. Only you and her. And despite her poorly masked insecurities, this little activity you share is sure making her feel special

I firmly believe that asking Outis to skinny dip would leave you more flustered than her. Maybe she’d be surprised at first. Taken aback. You could see something in her demeanour shift as she lets out some semi-flustered explanation that it could be amateurish considering your “service” to the company. But she has a soft spot for you. So, after asking Dante (yes, she has to ask them, it’s the ‘professional way to conduct such procedures’) she informs you at what time she’ll be waiting for you. The initial surprise has worn off and from then on, oh, you’re cooked. She’d strip in a very matter of factly fashion and when she stands in front of you in all her glory, it’s hard not to blush. At the slightest hesitance she informs you that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone both confident and a little… affectionate? You could swear there was a glint of warmth in her eyes when she said it. Genuine warmth shining through her collected exterior. Times at war are (you don’t dare to correct that with a ‘were’) tough and back in her day she had seen contless soldiers in such situations. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Didn’t you request this bonding time between the two of you? It’s a good way to bring you two closer. She proclaims so with confidence, but as her words hit her, she adverts her eyes and adds that it’s good for teamwork. So what are you waiting for? It’s hard to disagree or prolong the ordeal, so soon enough both of you get into the water. She sways effortlessly along with the current and for once you can see her expression soften a little as she goes along with your attempts at small talk. Sure, that civil, personal part of her is a little rusty, but it glimmers though the cracks as she recounts some little facts and situations from the passing days. It’s hard to let her guard down. But as she watches you, submerged in the water beside her, she feels like it’s not impossible to feel something else than a calculated need for survival

As you ask Ryoshu to indulge you in your request, she takes her cigarette out of her mouth and quirks her eyebrow at you. ‚What For?’ She questions you with amusement. No matter your reasoning, she ponders for a second, snickering a little. It’s… sort of cute you want to involve her in your plans like that. Especially since it’s a bit of a bold ask, all things considered. Finally, a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes travel up and down your figure and she replies. ‚Alright, Why Not’. She’s not bothered by the whole concept, though your daring request is for sure positively interesting to her, as I said. You two set the time (well, you do, she’s chill to go along with anything really) and she tells you to lead the way. She’s not too bothered to just walk out even if you want to go during company time. She’s curious to see where it’ll go. Only when you two did yourselves of your uniforms does she change her demeanour a bit. She’s a woman of the arts after all. And there’s nothing shameful in her gaze as it drags across your body, noting every curve and scar. She definitely has eyes of an artist. And in that moment, you feel like the finest muse she had ever had (which… could be concerning considering the type of art she dabbles in, but this time her thoughts are definitely going different places than gore. For the most part). She’s fun to spend time in the water with. Witty and attentive, she gazes at the scenery around, though each time her eyes end up on you again. Albeit she’s an enigmatic woman, it’s very clear that this experience made you two somewhat closer

The real issue when asking Faust to go skinny dipping with you is to get a straightforward answer from her. Or just any answer that would tell you what she’s thinking. But it’s Faust we’re talking about. So, when you ask her if she’d be down to go skinny dipping with you after Dante officially ends the work day (you know she wouldn’t agree if this wasn’t the case) she tells you that ‘all employees are permitted to use the next twelve hours as they please, to rest, use the restroom or destress’. She says it as if she was stating the obvious. Well, she is, in a sense, but it doesn’t mean she’s making herself clear in this context. She’s doing anything but that. After you press her a bit and explains, that her response was, indeed, a “yes”. Although a very faint smile is tugging on her lips, as she asks you about the time and for the briefest of times you could swear that her (usually very distant) gaze settled on you. Still avoiding the eyes, but as it falls below your face, you wonder if it’s about something different than her habit of avoiding looking at faces this time. With how enigmatic she is, she isn’t giving you much to go off on in terms of decoding her thoughts. Even when she shows up at the time you two agreed on (seems like she appeared just as the clock struck the exact minute, but after getting to know her, that doesn’t surprise you at all). Gracefully, her hands work their way around zippers and buttons until the last item of clothing slides off of her body, only to be folded and set aside for later. Her soft, pale skin seems radiant and she waits for you to rid yourself on the uniform as well before emerging herself in water beside you. When you look at her, her eyes barely leave the surface, tracing the lines of the ripples her movement makes against the current. However, each time you look away, you can almost feel the burning gaze that settles on your figure and takes it all in

A gentle, happy smile settles on Hong Lu’s lips as you present him with the idea. How curious! Is this some sort of a ritual or a pastime poor people have? He would love to do it, he never had the chance to~. First being hungry and now taking clothes off and getting into dirty water for fun, this job is giving him so many new experiences! He asks what the purpose is. Of being naked and swimming in some (probably at least slightly contaminated) water. You didn’t suspect he knew about the horrid state of things outside of his bubble, such as water being bad/polluted, but his state of surprise seems to be contagious when you find yourself wondering about the degree to which his ignorance is a choice. As your expression clearly changes at his words, he gives you a lazy, quizzical smile. His questions need to be answered and I, dear reader, wish you good luck because you will need all of it to explain to him why you want to be in the water - alone and without clothes - with him specifically. After he seems satisfied (though you’re sure the last one or two questions were asked in an effort to fluster you), he tells you to get him when you’re ready to depart and head towards the destination of your ‘curious activity’. Once there, he gently pulls off his clothes with a bit of excitement, clearly looking forward to taking part in your plan. Before you get a chance to lead him into the murky liquid, he happily shows you his folded stack of clothes. They look… a bit unconventional in the way he had put them, but he acts with such glee that it’s hard to stay indifferent to his achievement. He tells you that he had other people handle such things before, but since that’s a thing of the past, he had learned to do it on his own. He’s very happy to share this new skill with you. It’s after that, that you two finally go thought with your plan fully. Shivering a bit, he asks if the water will be heated up. It’s up to you if you want to inform him that it’s not how natural bodies of water work or spare him such information and assure him that the longer you two stay emerged, the warmer he’ll feel (omitting that it won’t be due to any manmade mechanisms). All in all, even something you wouldn’t personally call “and exceptional experience” is like a brand new adventure with Hong Lu by your side. His musing and eager inquiries never let you drift off or grow bored. And if you’re unsure about how stimulating a chat with him can be, I assure you that his body will provide a whole array of visual stimuli as well, all on display for your eyes to explore

Next 3 couldn’t have been written without the help of my friend (you, dear anon haha^^) and I hope I didn’t disappoint~

If you were hoping for a distinct reaction from Heathcliff, you are in luck because it is indeed, definitely strong. When you ask him if he would like to skinny dip with you (either because you like the idea and want company or have just heard of the concept and want to try it out, having picked him as the best suited companion) he looks a bit… taken aback. Sure, he can be loud and most definitely wouldn’t categorise him as shy, but he’s also not blind to the implications of you offering to strip in front of him like it’s some casual activity (it’s not to him, definitely). There’s a lot of things left over from his past and even now, it clearly shows in his approach to intimacy. Not only was he ‘undesirable’ before, he had grown to expect to not have his desires met easily and without fighting for each instance of genuine affection (such as his… favourite coworker offering to be so intimate). In his head it’s still more easy to accept being The Other, the one who pleases those he cares about, someone who constantly tries to earn each instance of affection. Despite his… quite innate state of emotional constipation, he is fond of you and by extension- thinks quite highly of you. For someone who had it so reinforced from an early age that he is below the good and pure people (well, especially one person), it makes sense for you to just be your lovely self instead of initiating anything on you own, directing your attention and intimacy towards him so blatantly. Besides that he uh… well, he is all bark no bite in a sense that he didn’t have a lot of instances where he could get experience. At best he had something like this happen once or twice when he was much younger. Both the way he is and the lingering idea in the back of his head of ‘saving himself’ prevented him from familiarising himself with more. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the question came from someone else. But you get him worked up on daily over much less than skinny dipping. Heck, even when you look at him a bit too intensely during a bickering session he looses track for a moment each time without fail. But he wouldn’t be Heathcliff if he unpacked all of that. So instead your question will get a very annoyed ‚what for’. I mean. Your intentions aren’t that clear to him, like I said, he feels more natural when he’s chasing an idea, than when his desires become something writhing reach, something he doesn’t have to work for. Whatever you tell him to explain your request, it won’t be completely understandable to him because of that. But in the end a strange pull he feels on the inside (again, he’s not unpacking that) pushes him to grumble out something that is almost in agreement to your question. In turn he spends the remaining time being filled with way more tension that what would be considered reasonable. He’s not snappy, but something about the way he holds himself is very different. So much so, that Rodya calls it out at one point. Only then does he let his full annoyance out and while a few sinners muse on what could have set him off like that again, you’re left to wonder if you were the reason for his strange behaviour. He’s stuck between snapping at your coworkers and spacing out. His mind going back to the plans you two made. Each time, he finds that his gaze landed on you again and lets out a frustrated huff. As you two finally depart on your off time, he walks right by your side. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes looking somewhere off to the side. On the inside he is torn. A part of him wishes to rush towards the body of water and the other part tells him to run back to the bus. In the end he simply walks shoulder in w shoulder with you. Saying nothing until you two arrive at the place. Something stops him from undressing and compels him to instead aim his gaze at you for the first time since you guys departed. It’s then that he finds himself stuck, watching you slip out of your uniform, fabric sliding off of your form 1/2

Hungrily he notes each soft curve and sharp edge that makes up your form, his eyes taking in all the ways in which light and shadow engulf your body, creating a sight he realises now, he yearned so hard to see until now. No beauty mark, no hair, no scar escape his sight. When you turn to him, you could swear that his pronounced chest is rising up and down way pre intensely than it has any business doing so. Heath doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. Seeing you so bare, so purposefully there - it makes all the repressed urges inside him turn into a devouring fire that leaves his body sweating and muscles tense. It somehow feels both wrong and cathartic to have someone be here with him so wholly, with such intent. This is not like fleeting glances and meek brushing of the skin that he was told over and over he was undeserving of. This here doesn’t feel wrong or undeserved. Whatever you meant by your invitation here, he can feel that you meant it. He can’t think of what he did to deserve to be chosen out of all the coworkers you two are close to. In all fairness this is so unusual because he is sure that he did not do anything. He didn’t have to dress up nicely, speak differently, act more “civilised” (we… won’t unpack that here hhh). No amount of favours and flowers caused you to trust him enough to bare yourself like that. Somehow, you just did on your own accord. Undressing takes him a second, all those notions racing in his head, having a hard time getting through over his much more thirsty thoughts as he is battling a hard time of his own. The mere fact that his is not sporting a full on erection is more of a miracle than whatever Dante does to bring him back from the dead after battles. Finally you two are naked and if he wasn’t as worked up over you, he’d get an ego boost from the way you looked at him as well. As strong as his self restraint is, even the cold water can’t keep his member flaccid once you two get into the water and he looks at the way droplets explore your body, dripping down each time you emerge from under the surface. They shine and shimmer on your soft skin before falling down and it’s safe to say he’s getting more worked up with each second. It’s even more evident when you try to hold a conversation. Although you will have to deal with his frustrated demeanour and lack of focus, he still makes it worth a while and there’s nothing to regret once your little adventure comes to an end 2/2

As soon as the question exits your mouth, Ishmael cocks her head at you. It that really what you want to do? She also asks you ‘what for?’ Though she’s certainly not as worked up about it as Heathcliff was. There’s no doubt that she has experience with bodies of water and she is the first person to inform you that bathing without any clothes is about the least practical thing you can do. Of course, jumping in with your full attire on wouldn’t work well either, but a minimal amount of clothing is actually very beneficial. She’s not judging you, but don’t expect her not to question what kind of ‘fun’ there is in skinny dipping. So it’s a whole thing and people like to partake in it? Doesn’t make much sense from a practical standpoint, but as you explain to her why it’s actually the whole point to take your clothes off when you two do it, a little smile tugs on her lips. Perhaps she does find your methods of seeking alone time… unique, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that this is you initiating an intimate moment with her. The length to which you’re going to convince her of the vital part of being naked during skinny dipping makes it hard for her not to point it out. She asks you one or two final questions that are solely spoken to fluster you a bit, but ultimately she’s open to try this out. It’s Ish that insists on setting the time and follows through to a minute, waiting to be lead by you towards your set destination. As you undress, she checks out the body of water, humming to herself and giving you updates on her finds. When she’s satisfied that no harm could be caused by your little activity, she turns to face you. Though she acts very casual, her cheeks and ears come close to matching her hair as she eyes you up and down. After a brief pause she begins to take her own clothes off. The sudden change of temperatures leaves you shivering as you two go deeper in, but Ishmael acts unphased. She notes that she did warn you that your fun adventure could turn unpleasant and lead to you catching a cold. With a small sign, she swims closely to you. Body heat transfers underwater just as easily as it does on the surface. Thus, she proposes that you two entangle your bodies closely to keep you from suffering the cruel coolness of the liquid you were so eager to submerge yourself into. Her strong arms wrap themselves around your frame and your chests press together. Though decently athletic, she’s soft and definitely warm. She holds you until it’s time to get out, making sure you don’t freeze. At least that’s the reason she gives you ;3

Right from the start, though calm and unassuming in his demeanour, Yi Sang would be pretty receptive to your idea. All nervousness you might have felt disappear as soon as he responds to your question. He might be a little quiet but it doesn’t mean he’s prudish or judgy, quite the opposite actually. So all he does is nod in agreement and ask what would be the most convenient time for you two to depart. After that, if you are vigilant enough, you might feel his eyes on you a decent amount of times. At one point you can even hear Rodya question why he’s ’smiling to himself like that’ though his answer it too quiet to decipher (and probably a bit too ambiguous to get a proper read on him). In the end he approaches you as your working hours come to an end, asking you if you’re ready to go. He’s so casual about it that it’s hard not to feel at ease, even though his veiled eagerness is definitely a bit flustering. On the way there he engages in pleasant musings with you, listening to your thoughts about the latest happenings or life in general and gladly sharing his own. He’s a bit more relaxed now, whether it’s because he’s off the clock and away from the crowded bus or because he’s speaking with you. He grows a bit more flustered when he sees you take your clothes off and avoids eye contact more than usual when he sees you looking at his naked form, but still manages not to make things too awkward. All in all it’s not a bad time and despite being somewhat a distant person, he is definitely staying pretty close to you physically, sneaking glances each time you gaze at the water you two are submerged in

With Meursault I can’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be a bit silly and surreal because that man really just considers private affections and urges to be not a part of his work contract and thus fails to see the purpose in carrying them out. I firmy believe even getting morning wood is a conscious choice to him. It’s not in his contract, thus he refuses to succumb to it. However, he does value your input. Whether it’s affection or ‘simple appreciation for your efficiency in the workplace’ he is willing to hear you out. It doesn’t mean you won’t have to explain and validate skinny dipping as a pastime, both in excruciating length and detail. You might have to get Dante involved, asking them to please issue an official statement allowing you to depart in purpose of decreasing stress and thus increasing productivity. Yes, it has to be phrased like that. If you get your dear (and confused) manager to comply, Meursault won’t argue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go. But his wants are not relevant. He is an employee first, after all. It shows in the way he completely disregards any of his personal feelings on the matter. Just hums quietly and agrees. If he is flustered or nervous, it doesn’t show. The best sign you will get from him is that he seems pretty receptive, all factors considered. Another sign that he might be a bit more interested than he is lettting on is that, after your work hours end, he heads towards you with such purpose that one could assume that Vergilius himself had ordered him to. With little to no shame he says ‘the work day ended. We can go through with your plan to go skinny dipping now’. It’s said in front of everyone and you can be sure that at least a few of your fellow coworkers will have a blast bringing it up and teasing you for the next week or two. But it is a worry you will have to mull over later as, just like Meursault said, it is time for you two to leave and head towards your destination. As you lead him towards the water he stays silent and promptly begins taking his clothes off when you two stop. Even in such an intimate action he is very stoic and graceful, leaving his uniform folded by the shore and offering to fold yours as well. Without any shame in his naked, exposed self, he submerges himself. If he is cold, there’s no indication of that. It is after hours though and if you are attentive enough you will see his eyes trailing across your figure. He is yet another sinner that, if you find yourself shivering, will offer to transfer some of his warmth by standing and holding you closely. The action seems almost formal, but it’s doubtful he would propose such thing if it wasn’t you. Silence with him is comfortable. In case you initiate a conversation though, he will respond, carrying the talk effortlessly and casually. Or well, as much as his usual uptight demeanour allowed him to

There is no other way to describe the state you put Dante in other than ‘sheer panic’. For a split second they even start to wonder if they should be getting into the water at all, given their mechanical head. Only to realise that this is no different than the showers they take and will not jeopardise their life or ability to bring sinners back. If it was physically possible, you would definitely see more than one droplet of sweat rolling down their face as they look around and fiddle with their fingers. Suddenly it feels like their limbs had grown too long and their body is all wrong. They shift under your gaze, making a few surprised sounds. If you were hoping to make your poor manager a flustered mess, you sure got it. Finally they ask <is that even allowed?>. And I mean. They are the manager, so it’s not like you’re the one to tell them. They get flustered at that realisation even more. Muttering something that almost could be considered a coherent confirmation they look mortified with their own decision making skills. I mean. They are used to being mocked and used by the sinners, disregarded as a weakling by most (and that doesn’t even cover the way they get treated by those who can’t hear their speech). So it’s surprising that out of everyone you could invite, you felt the most comfortable undressing in front of them. Sure, you make a point to treat them well on the daily, but they always assumed you didn’t think very highly of them, that it was pure courtesy. The more they think about your proposition, the more anxious they get. They like you. A lot. But your question could mean that you are more fond of them than they initially assumed. And they like you so so much. Oftentimes your interactions make their day, making them feel better even after the worst of days. But they always thought it was one sided (why wouldn’t it be? You’re so lovely and they are, as of now, not even the bare minimum. Just some incompetent ‘resurrection machine’ with no memories of the past and ‘questionable humanity’). If this is some sign that you’re sending, if you really like them, they would feel bad for giving into their selfish urges. You deserve someone stronger. Someone more capable. They get so worked up over that, that when you two finally get to it and it’s time to undress they are hit with a new wave of anxiety. Once again their whole body feels so inadequate and out of place. As you stand there naked they can’t help but shrink into themselves the more your beauty hits them. They don’t even remember what is considered attractive. They know their head is definitely a turn off but as they stand with their arms folded tightly like a shield, they start to wonder if any part of them is even remotely appealing by common beauty standards. You have to snap them out of their half horny-half self deprecating gaze and lead them towards the water by their hand, making their stomach fill with butterflies. It certainly takes a while for them to relax, though they do their best to respond every time you say something. All whilst desperately reminding themselves that you aren’t able to see where their eyes are looking 0///0

Gregor is no less caught by surprise and the half grumble-half squeak he makes is definite proof. Your surprising question is definitely at least a bit dreadful. Unlike in the the scenario above, Greg is more so concerned with the physical aspect of things. He treads carefully, trying to gage if you’re not making fun of him, mocking his appearance like so many have done before. Of course, up to this point you were nothing but kind, but after being let down and made to feel lesser by everyone, there is a (rather large) part of him that wonders if you’re not about to join the rest in reminding him just how much of a lowly gross looking pest he is. His suspicion is not very subtle, so you would easily catch on. I mean, after having witnessed so many times just how awfully people spoke to him/about him, you wouldn’t struggle to, at least partially, understand the source of his approach. All you can do is be kind and hope he can read your true intent (since he won’t verbalise his exact fear, he doesn’t like to bring up his modifications if he doesn’t have to). Surprisingly, it somewhat works because he reluctantly agrees to at least try. If he changes his mind, he can just stay on the shore. That kind of setup does make things a bit better for him. If push comes to shove he figures he can just opt out, you’re not putting much pressure on him. Still, he sighs deeply and sighs, muttering something about how he ‘should be smarter at his age’. Please, that man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed whilst being 35, someone talk some sense into him…. Well, either way he follows through in his promise and goes with you at your agreed time. When someone comments on you two ‘sneaking off’ it does nothing to make the situation any more loaded. The closer you two get to the body of water, the more visibly stressed he is. Instead of engaging in his usual small talk, he stays silent as he often does when he gets reminded of his painful past. If the walk was any longer you could safely assume that he would go through his whole pack of cigarettes, if not two. He sort of catches himself spacing out by the end and tries to act like everything’s fine (I mean, in the improbable - in his eyes - scenario that you just genuinely like him, it is a pretty bad look for him to be so silent and gloomy), but there is something heavy in the air. As you reach the shore, he stands to the side. Piece by piece your uniform uncovers your naked body. Only when you’re fully undressed does he start to contemplate yet another issue that could put him in a horrific predicament. While a decent chunk of other sinners, in they were in his place, would be most worried about getting a very obvious boner, he is too preoccupied with just now beginning to stress over the sudden upsurge of strong emotion making his body transform or act on its own. And there is a definite upsurge of emotions when he lets his gaze settle on your figure. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask if he wants to join you. He’s somewhere between flustered and worried, looking anywhere but at you whilst telling you all the ways this could go bad. Hurting you. Scaring you. Making you repulsed. That last one he doesn’t say out loud but it weights on him nonetheless. Eventually you could maybe convince him. Pressure doesn’t work but letting him know that he has a choice and you are simply glad he accompanied you is going to go a long way. Something something being denied autonomy his whole life. Or something. Aaanyways. That might just get him to join you in the water, after having taken off his clothes as well. He… doesn’t like his looks in general. As a friend of mine put it - he figures the arm at least takes the attention away from everything else. Ouch. But undressing in front of you is a huge step! Kind of has a what are we????? Ringing in his head and making his face red but he won’t say that hhhh. Only when you two go in deeper (he’s very actively trying to submerge himself in the water, though he wishes he was a bit more secure if only to have you above the surface) does he chuckle nervously

2/2 and informs you that he cannot swim. At all. You're happy to learn more about him as always but also that kind of information would be handy to know beforehand. He still doesn't trust his modifications not to act up if your naked body were to get any closer to him, so you two stay a reasonable distance away but refrain from getting ant deeper. As he relaxes a tiny bit, you get to experience his uninterrupted yapping and forget about the earlier worries for a bit. His subtle cynicism shines through his goodnatured jokes and comments and for the first tine in a while he gets to relax a bit. It might take him long to let his guard down fully but it's hard not to smile seeing him at least a bit less beaten down. All i can guarantee is that he will absolutely go over this adventure again and again in his head and for days to come will get flustered in the most random moments. But out of all the outcomes, it's not so bad to have that effect on him, is it? ;3

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Practice And Theory-Faust X Reader

Faust was… an acquired taste.

Most people figured that out within a few seconds of meeting her.

The way she would look through you, how she would make wild declarations such as “Faust Knows All”, how she referred to herself in the third person, how she spoke in riddles when it was most inopportune to do so.

Dante knew this all very well.

On their better days, she was an eccentric, but valuable and hard working subordinate.

On their worse ones, she was a constant pain in the neck that made their head ache which is a feat considering their complete lack of one.

Still, despite all of her… lets be charitable and call them personality quirks, she was probably the closest they had to a real right hand outside of Ishmael, or… maybe Meursault if Dante could remember to ask him for his thoughts on a subject that most would automatically speak about without prompting such as the weather in the city which ranged from miserable to only vaguely bearable depending on how acidic the rain was and how difficult it was to breath at any given moment.

Now they were getting off track.

Perhaps their current scatterbrained state had to do with the baffling request that Faust had just slid onto their table without any form of awkwardness, hesitation, or even the slightest change in her demeanor.

“You… wish to bring your spouse aboard Mephistopheles?” Dante ticked and tocked away, the sounds coming out stilted and almost as if their gears were grinding against each other and overheating in a vain effort to try and comprehend what they were reading.

“Like Faust has said three times previously: yes, Faust wishes to bring her spouse on board Mephistopheles. Faust’s spouse has already signed their papers and received permission from the higher ups and now only needs your signature to bring them aboard.” Faust answered simply and without any fanfare, as if it was common knowledge that the ever strange Faust who rarely gave a straight answer to anything had a significant other of any sort.

This was not helping Dante’s melting mind, in fact, it was making it worse.

Was it in bad taste to say that they would prefer fighting Don’s father all over again?

The clockheaded being let out a long, low hiss of air that could be considered equal to a sigh for Dante as they grabbed their “Fancy Pen” as Charon called it and placed its tip upon the paper before quickly scribbling their name down.

A moment later, Faust gently grabbed the paper off of Dante’s desk.

“Thank you Dante. Faust hopes your headache abates soon.” the white haired genius said in order to comfort the red clad manager who was massaging their nonexistent temples.

“Thank you Faust, I hope you and your spouse are happy.” The manager quietly ticked away as they turned their attention back to their paperwork in an effort to try and regain a sense of normalcy and control, both of which they have long since lost in their life.

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“Vroom Vroom will commence in ten minutes.” the intercom crackled with Charon’s voice.

“Cor Blimey, the lass is given us quite the tick this time ain’t she?” Heathcliff groaned as he shuffled out and into the aisle behind Hong Lu.

“I wonder what put her in such a generous mood? Perhaps our guide gave her some fancy candy?” Hong Lu Mused with a smile.

“U.N.” Ryoshu grumbled as she lit another cigarette.

“Unlikely Numbskull.” Sinclair helpfully translated.

“Truly! Lady Charon’s generosity knows no bounds!” Don Quixote happily declared with a hearty laugh.

“I… agree.” Outis grumbled through gritted teeth as if agreeing with Don Quixote physically pained the older woman.

The other sinners continued to mumble and grumble as they all filtered off the bus to stretch their legs and to try and get rid of any unpleasant cricks that were made by being jostled around by Charon’s… unique driving style.

However, in the middle of their small break from the madcap adventures of everyday life, Don Quixote broke the silence.

“Hark friends! One of unknown origin approaches!!!”

In an instant, the entire crew sans Faust was alert and holding their weapons aloft as someone carrying two suitcases rounded the corner and stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of eleven heavily armed people pointing their weapons at them.

“Uh… hi! I’m looking for Limbus Company’s Bus division. Is that you guys?” the person carrying the suitcases asked, despite looking like they would very much like to run back down the street at the moment.

“Correct. Faust welcomes you aboard.” the white haired genius clearly declared as she walked around Rodya who looked all too ready to throw her axe right between your eyes.

“Lady Faust, dost thou know this person?” Don whispered.

“Hmm… Faust would hope so. It would be considered strange to be betrothed to someone Faust does not know.” was the white haired genius’s response to the question she was posed.

This response caused several of the sinners to whip their heads towards faust with such speed it was a miracle that they did not snap their necks.

“W.T.F.”

“I… wha- y-you’re married!?”

“Ooh~! Miss Faust is engaged? Fascinating!”

“Faust? Jumpin the broom? Can’t say I ever thought THAT was possible…”

“Lady Faust! Art thou truly- Oh! This is a wondrous occasion!”

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The bus was filled with questions, a handful even coming from Vergilius himself as he was rather disturbed by the fact that someone as… unique as Faust was married to anything outside her research.

“Please! Do tell us of how thou and Lady Faust came to fall for one another!” Don’s infectiously joyous voice exclaimed.

“I’ve gotta admit, that’s somethin that’s been doin me in too.” Heathcliff muttered as he continued to struggle with connecting FAUST of all people with the concept of marriage while the rest of the bus sans Charon turned their eyes to you.

“Well… it all started with a little bit of practice, and a little bit of theory.” you began as you turned your mind to recall how you first met Faust.

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Faust sat in a well worn office chair as she glared at the whiteboard filled with equations, chemical compositions, and mad scrawls across from the large table she was sitting at.

���Hamhampangpang is better fresh than leftover.” you muttered as you sat down at the table and opened the paper bag to pull out dinner.

Two sandwiches, two drinks, and two bags of chips alongside one side for each of you.

However, despite the heavenly smell of Hamhampangpang, Faust continued to focus on the board, as if staring at it for long enough would give her the answers she wanted.

All this drew from you was a bemused sigh as you picked up your chair and moved it next to her before unwrapping both sandwiches and holding one out to Faust’s mouth while you raised your own to your mouth with the other hand.

Immediately, Faust took a bite out of the almost perfect culinary miracle as she continued to glare at the board.

The two of you continued to eat in silence until you reached the end of your sandwich and muttered something that was, as far as you were aware, something completely inconsequential.

“The more we do this, the more we look like a married couple.”

These words which had no true meaning behind them, sent Faust leaping to her feet and made her eyes shoot open.

“That's it!” was all Faust said before wheeling around to grab you by the face and give you a kiss that could only be described as violent before she shot out of the room like a bat out of hell and left you to fall out of your chair in confusion with a blazing red face.

You have no idea how long you were on the floor as your mind rushed to try and keep up with what just happened.

However long it was, it was long enough for Faust to return and pull you upwards with strength that her more lithe form wouldn’t suggest she had before dragging you along with a look in her eyes that usually meant she was dead to the world as she tore away at the hidden truths of the universe.

Just like every time you saw her like this, you wanted to call her beautiful.

Unlike every time before, this was the only time you didn’t bite your tongue and did so.

“Save the well deserved compliments until you see Faust’s genius.” was all the manic scientist said in response as she practically kicked the door to the workshop open and revealed the thing that had been giving her such a headache for so long.

The Chassis of Mephistopheles.

She had long since worked out the engine, and the energy source, but the physical form was becoming a struggle to make work thanks to a myriad of issues.

Yet, it seemed she had figured it out if the brilliant madness in her eyes was any indication.

You were flung into the chair as Faust ran to the wall length whiteboard filled with equations, papers, and magnets.

Without any hesitation, Faust tore the papers and magnets away as she erased countless hours of her time before snatching up a marker and scrawling something out, something so simple it was taught in most basic science classes.

Something so simple, so obvious, you slammed your head into the table when you saw it.

It was the answer the two of you needed to figure out how to make the physical form of Mephistopheles work.

Gravity warps time and space.

Gravity defines life, gravity controls the flow of time, gravity is a constant.

Gravity rules above all else, and with gravity, a few feet of space can become infinite, or… fit the infinite into a few feet of space.

Before, the two of you had been trying to find a way to put an end to the infinite.

Now? All that was needed was to put simple theory into practice.

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“-and that’s how Faust and I first got involved.”

“Ooh! The two of you were Co-workers?” Rodya cheerily asked, desperate for details.

“We were also Roommates.” Faust added on helpfully.

Don let out a gasp before squealing.

“A.T.W.R.” Ryoshu mused with a laugh.

“And they were roommates? W-what does that mean?” Sinclair asked as he raised his eyebrow in confusion.

[feelingnachty]

Nacht Relationship Headcanons

Little nsfw here and there, just some thoughts before I go to bed

- he delves back into his former bad boy emo self with a partner since having someone accept him for his mistakes makes him feel like he doesn’t have to always be good

- teasing sometimes takes too much effort, but that doesn’t mean his little devils don’t try to fuck with you

-his little devils tease the fuck out of him

- he loves having a partner who is super outspoken and open-minded, he loves tenacity in others

- very subtly touchy, may not cuddle super close all the time, but having his leg on yours, or arm wrapped around yours is a need

- loves if you’re super touchy, he’s used to having clingy devils, so having a clingy human is pretty comfy for him

- sleeps in the fetal position and gets a scrunched as possible, you don’t know how he does it

- has arguments with himself sometimes out loud, forgets you’re there and then apologizes or pretends to be crazy

- very into politics, very opposed to the clover kingdoms political structure and will definitely talk to you about it

- liked to sightsee with you especially after going around the spade kingdom for a bunch of years

- he is very devoted to his work and he always feels bad that he can’t be around you more, the black bulls always tell him that he can skip out some of his responsibilities but he feels it’s wrong

- has moral dilemmas when he’s choosing between his duties and you (you think he’s crazy because he actually is always doing the most to be with you)

- likes subtle affection like hand kisses or he’ll pinch you like a freak

- pets you like an animal

- occasionally likes to fuck with you by trapping you under the covers

- kisses are always soft from him but he loves to bite

- bites of affection are a big thing from him, he loves biting the fleshier parts of you as well

- I think all the black bull boys love to give oral, him included

- he hasn’t been interested in romance or sex since his youth so he’s really rediscovering himself with you

- sex, at first, was traditional and missionary and little boring, but as he gets more comfortable, he gets a lot more assertive

- loves when you take the lead but will make it a competition

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

since you did the clingy 2d and reader one, i think its only fair theres a clingy murdoc and clingy reader one

Clingy Murdoc with a clingy GN!S/O

Author note: Well, the logic checks out to me, soooo-

[Extra note: I think I enjoyed writing the little scenario to much, I think I'm gonna take it and write a longer ending and turn it into a one shot later... ]

Requests: Open

Edited: no

Pairing: Murdoc x GN!reader

Phase: Any phase after plastic beach

TW: Clinginess, trauma from plastic beach, attachment issues, lack of communication, Murdocs inflated ego?, lack of boundaries, Murdocs a bit of an ass?, I dunno tell me anything I missed.

Remember how I called Clingy 2D and Clingy S/O two peas in a pod, well you two are just two peas in hell

If you had noticed, I had placed the phase as any time after plastic beach, because that's when Murdoc would become the most clingy, especially right after plastic beach

You see, plastic beach was a very traumatic event for him

Being isolated from the outside world, he lost most of the comforts he had become accustomed to

And while it wasn't entirely visible by just looking at him or his actions

I could see him developing attachment issues, paranoia, and maybe even some fomo(fear of missing out)

As he's scared to lose it all again

And its most visible in his relationship

Clingy Murdoc is just kinda terrified you'll leave him at any time as he's come to the realization of how fleeting everything he has in is his life is and that he could loose everything and anything at any moment and that scares him

And it's not like he communicates any of this to you, no

So clingy S/O is left blissfully unaware as to why their boyfriend wants to keep them within eye range constantly

And he'll gladly accept being loved up on

well first because it inflates his ego, and because he's scared if he says no you'll be just that much closer to leaving him

He gets very clingy when hung over, but if you're clingy when he's hung over, he gets weird

Murdoc likes to be in control of situations and if S/o's clingy to no end he feels a bit like he doesn't have control over the situation and it makes him feel vulnerable, and we all know how he feels about being vulnerable

He also has an issue with if his S/O is to clingy in public or infront of the camera

Side note Mudz refuses to be clingy much when in public or infront of a camera

He has a reputation to uphold

He doesn't want to be seen as soft or week

And I'm a fucking broken record when I say this, but

Murdzy thinks showing love and real emotions is weak

And so if Murdoc feels his S/O being too clingy in a situation where he thinks it reflects on him in a way that makes him look soft, he will start getting pissy

And may start pushing S/O away

And than S/O gets upset because Murdoc doesn't communicate why he's pushing them away, and than it becomes a fight

So there needs to be some boundaries please

But it's a different story for the most part when at home

And none of the band members are around

Because then he's a clingy little shit who whines like a little bitch if you do as much as get up to go piss

And you can't image how hard it is to get out of bed it is with his clingy ass

You shift around in bed, trying to ignore your blasting alarm. All you can do is groan as you try to get up but are unable as the weight of your boyfriend holds you down. Sighing you crane your stiff neck to look at the green man as he lays atop of you seemingly unbothered by your alarm, though all you can see is a mop of greasy black hair as his face is lodged in-between your shoulder and neck, this was accompanied by the sound of his snoring, which the second loudest thing in the room besides your alarm. It's amazing he could sleep through it, really, but you sure as hell couldn't. So, with a sigh, you tried gently moving Murdoc off you so as not to wake him because you idoticly left your phone just out of reach. You were doing well with getting Mudz off you, you could hear his snoring up until his back connected with the mattress, then you heard a husky groan, a chilling sound curtesy of your boyfriends morning voice. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..." You apologize as you sit up. Without opening his eyes, Murdoc roled over onto his side and threw his arm over your waist, his hand landing on the other side of your hip. "Where ya go'in..." he said more like a statement than a question. "Can you not hear the alarm?" You say as you run your hand through his hair, enjoying the contact. "Juz, throw something at it....." Murdoc answers as he shoves his face into your side and breaths you in. "Murdoc, I have to get up," "nooo, no, you don't." "y-yea, I do," "noo.." This back and forth would continue, with the alarm screeching angerly in the background, and you truth be told didn't really want to leave the embrace of your boyfriend, so you stayed there for two hours, till you actually really needed to get out of bed, like seriously.

I mean good thing S/O's clingy to because his behavior can be straight up intrusive at times

Like, privacy? who's that?

Type of guy to walk in while you use the bathroom to brush his teeth

If you take a shower, than he's taking a shower, and I don't mean that entirely inappropriately, he just enjoys showering with his S/O

He has a need to be in your vicinity constantly

Not to mention how touchy this fuck is

Physically can not keep his hands to himself

And his S/O fucking loves in

Which inflates his already inflated ego

S/O soaks up his attention like a sponge, and he can't get enough of it

Also while may be a bit sadistic

He enjoys seeing is S/O mourn not being being close to him while he's away

Because again it inflates his ego

Watching you love him cling to him or generally just crave being around him brings him much joy at just the thought

[lucydixon]

Faust Has a Crush on You Headcanons

Bitch. This clip of him is doing things to me.

Just like with Euro, I'm thirsting after Faust from the MOVIE Lords of Chaos.

Watching your every move with those big brown eyes of his, I picture him as being completely, pathetically in love with you at first sight. All his friends would tease him for it, but he literally wouldn’t be able to stop staring unless you caught him. If you did, he would immediately look away, blushing. 

Will rush to get you anything you need. If you’re at the same party and you even look thirsty, or your drink is getting low, he’s right there, holding out a beer. I wouldn’t be surprised if he also had a bottle of soda in his other hand just in case you wanted that instead.  

When you’re all hanging out at Helvete and the conversation gets edgy, he’ll watch your reaction when he makes twisted jokes or laughs at others. If you don’t look amused, he’ll stop immediately and just listen.

Wouldn’t make the first move, but tries to make it obvious that he wants you to. He’ll sit so close to you that your legs are touching in hopes that you’ll lean into him or grab his hand.

He’s very touchy and will casually rest a hand on your shoulder or arm without thinking about it. If he’s had enough to drink, he might be bold enough to sling an arm over your shoulders while you’re walking back from a gig. 

Huge on eye contact. If you’re talking to him, his eyes are boring down into yours, clinging onto your every word. 

If you were in the crowd together at a gig, he would make sure you didn’t get jostled around too much, even if you didn’t notice it. Anyone who came close to bumping into you would get a sharp glare or even a knife being flashed at them subtly

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[lemondytart]

hiii if you're still taking limbus requests could I get a Faust x reader? Preferably a transmasc reader if possible!!

I'm sorry if I offend anyone since I'm not well learned in this but I hope this is good!

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And hey if anyone's been enjoying what I do, support me here on kofi!

[shooting4rrows]

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How do they show affection?

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A/N: I in my entire heart sorry if this ended up being OOC but I just have an idea and am eager to write this. This has gone through too many drafts, I start to bite my pillow every time I sleep. Mild CGs spoiler also.

!!character without a canto will based on entirely headcanon of mine also this was written before canto 8 (5/4/2025, yeah it take that long)!!

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CAST: yi sang, faust, hong lu, sinclair.

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YI SANG:

+ Despite being the solemn soul that he is, Yi Sang always seems to struggle to find and hold the thing that he lost. He makes a mistake in the past, accepts his guilt, and vows to treasure the thing he cared for. So when he finally has someone he can hold, it means a lot to him, however being Yi Sang. His way of affection could depend on his feelings with you, whether he openly shows it or just something subtly that you need to pay close attention to.

+It will never be “I love you” coming from him, however, it will always be “In shadows cast and whispers shared, your presence weaves a bond rare.” or another monologue coming from his ever-outstanding way of speech. And when even if he isn’t able to do so, he will always be there to stay by your side, he stands by you and talks to you through the boredom. He is not the brightest when it comes to showering you with affection, to him, after losing something he loved in the past, he just accepted himself and moved on. However, he couldn’t bear to make the same mistake, so he tried to spend as much time with you and others as possible.

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FAUST:

+ To have such vast knowledge and confidence that it would be mistaken as arrogance (she is in fact, prideful). Faust would mostly enjoy the company of those who value her intellect and acknowledge it, she isn't one to be easily swayed, if one could be in a relationship with her, meaning that she approves of them, trusts them, and feels comfortable to take a step. She will treat them nicely and respect them. Just like how they respect her.

+ Faust is a both good listener and a good speaker, with her openly vast big brain, she in no doubt would memorize things that you just mentioned randomly. It could be something that you desire, silly as some food to fill your cravings, or it is something that bothers you. Then Faust will make sure to keep that in mind and will either discuss it with the higher-ups or personally ask Dante for permission. Faust enjoyed seeing you pleased since it always filled her with a sense of pride. Even if she got refused, she would find a way to bring back to the bus that one HamHamPangPang sandwich favor you love.

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HONG LU:

+For someone to be locked away from freedom for so long, would be weird for someone just to crave companionship? No, it will always be normal since it's a human reaction, and for Hong Lu to crave your time and company is nothing strange. He is not that naïve, he knows his best interest to not get attracted too much to anyone. However, meeting someone that he could call a friend or a partner, made his heart brighten up with joy, he couldn’t help but find them anytime.

+He asked a lot for your time and your patience. You could know him for a long time but he won’t ever run out of things to talk about. Something silly as making fun of a strange-looking abnormality just questioning you about your past or asking something he doesn’t understand. He certainly will find a way to open up a conversation with you! You will never get bored here with him by your side. Not to say he’s deeply enamored by you and cherishes you so much, and also getting to know each other more is always a recommendation. Isn’t it a win-win situation for both sides?

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SINCLAIR:

+ After a certain event with a maniac fanatic, Sinclair would certainly have some problems when it comes to trusting people going onwards. He could be wary of others, however, he is still certainly friendly to those who are nice to him. However, gaining Sinclair's trust still takes a long time due to his timid personality. But rest assured as he is still willing to open up, and even tries to get along with others.

+Sinclair is rather expressive. If he rages, he will swear. If he is sad, frustrated, or scared, he will cry out. The thing that is common among these is he will use his words to describe all of his inner feelings. So when he is in a relationship with someone he admires and loves, it is expected that he shower them with a lot of praises. Maybe it could come out of his mouth out of nowhere that he didn’t even notice. Even if he did not realized it, it’s still a cute thing that you never grow tired of even though he does it pretty often.

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[Edit1 : 16/05/2025.]

[Edit2: 07/06/2025]

Feel free to correct me for any mistake. Since English is not my first language

[bows-n-fluff]

Hey love? Yes... Pt.2

Characters: Nacht, Patri, Zora, Vanica, Julius

pt 1 here

[delusionalpolo]

Nacht : "So me and Y/N are dating."

Yami : "You couldn't find anything better?"

Nacht : "Did I asked your opinion? Shitty Captain!"

Yami : "Shut the fuck up, I was taking to her!"