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[osarina]

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FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: there are very few things that leave dazai osamu at a loss for answers. you are one of them. more specifically, it's your relationship (is this a relationship?) with him that has him so disconcerted, and dazai is getting to his breaking point.

(wordcount: 3.6k; nsfw [kind of, very suggestive so will label nsfw], ada!reader, dazai has SEVERE trust issues & paranoia, this is set like half a year after he joined the ada, dazai also has a bad relationship with sex that is mentioned in his narration, he is terrible at communication too, accidentally hurts reader a little [nothing major])

AUTHOR'S NOTES: hiiiiiii guys <.< so i'm actually really proud of this ehehe. this is a universe that i'm tempted to expand on like wykyk, but we'll see.

Dazai hates giving up control. 

Ever since he was a kid, he’s been hyper-independent. First with his family, because they were never around and he had to learn to be self-sufficient otherwise he’d die a slow, painful death. Then in the Port Mafia, he quickly learned that asking for help is a weakness and being dependent on others is a vulnerability that people would take advantage of to subvert his influence and usurp his position as an underboss. As long as he’s remembered, it was all but a death sentence to rely on any other than himself. 

It wasn't until he became a member of the Agency that he finally began to allow himself to depend on others—banking on Ranpo and his mind, Kunikida and his ideals, Yosano and her tenacity. But even then, he never allowed himself to lose complete control over a situation, drawing things out in a way that would always leave him with a firm hand guiding the chess board. 

Until he met you, at least.

He wasn’t sure what made you so different—he still isn’t entirely sure, it’s a thought that frequently plagues him, and because of it, he can never allow himself to be fully comfortable with you. You joined the Agency a month after him with lips that spoke pretty words and gave him even prettier smiles. You’d been kind to everyone, but Dazai likes to think you were especially kind to him. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Dazai liked the idea of it.

Well, he didn’t at first. 

In fact, he was rather hostile to it. To you. The longing he felt for the casual, soft touches you laid upon the other members of the Agency felt more like a weakness than anything else. It scared him. He’d never desired anything of the sort before, he’d always been okay on his own—thrived in it, really—and now he was suddenly seeking you out at all hours of the day, and he didn’t even fully understand why. Every time he sought you out, it ended poorly with him saying something uncalled for and your expression twisting as you tried to hide your hurt. 

And yet he still continued to seek you out. He made the same mistake over and over again: constantly forcing himself into your space after getting jealous watching you doll out casual affection to the other detectives, waiting for you to give him the same attention, and then lashing out in some manner when you finally did.

He supposed it didn’t help that Dazai was uncomfortable in general with people touching him, which naturally made him even more hostile because why was he longing for something that made him uncomfortable? 

He also still isn’t sure how you managed to break through all of his walls—or why you even persisted when it became clear that he was at best incompetent when it comes to dealing with real emotions, and at worst, borderline malicious. 

But you did. And it scared him. Scares him.

Dazai lets out a shaky breath when he feels your lips ghost against his neck, fingers twisting the sheets below him. Your hands are sliding against his sides, gentle and soothing, and a part of him wants to melt into the sheets while another part of him wants to flip the two of you around, press you back down into the mattress and rip control over the situation back from you.

As if you can sense his conflict—maybe you can, Dazai has come to realize that unlike everyone else at the Agency, who he can fool with his mask of exaggerated dramatics and clownlike behavior, that you had somehow learned how to see right through him—you pause for the sparest moment and trace your lips back up his neck to brush them against his own, soft and comforting, as if to soothe his discord.

And it works somehow. Dazai doesn’t know how you do it because he can’t even quell his own mind when it starts to spin out of control, but the brush of your lips against his is enough to ground him again. 

“Everything okay?” you ask quietly, eyes searching his face for the answers that he knew his lips might not give.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, voice rough and cracking over the word. 

He thinks maybe a part of it is the way you always check on him to make sure he’s doing alright. For Dazai, sex has only ever been transactional—he was young when he was first carted off to a whorehouse so he could be taught how to use his body for intel and other miscellaneous advantages. No matter how hard he tried to enjoy it, he always found it to be underwhelming at best and loathsome at worst. And he did try to enjoy it, he forced himself to seek out women in his free time to try to learn to enjoy the activity that so many other people seem to find comfort and pleasure in. 

It wasn’t until you that he could.

His first time with you was earth shattering. He’s not exaggerating when he says it completely altered his perspective on intimacy. It was embarrassing, almost—he remembers giving you quick, flirty smiles, and he remembers the sly comments he whispered to you at the bar the members of the Agency were at to celebrate Yosano’s birthday. 

He knew that morning that he wanted you in his bed by nightfall—partly because he thought it would get you out of his system, that maybe all he needed was a good fuck to stop acting like he was brainless whenever you were around, and partly because he was curious. He was curious to know if that genuine demeanor of yours continued behind closed doors, or if it was all just a mask you liked to put up in public. 

Dazai’s hands were on you before the two of you even left for the night—they were creeping up your inner thigh, lingering on your bicep, he was resting his chin on your shoulder as he stood behind you, warding off any man that might try to approach you with cold looks you couldn’t catch. Eventually, like he planned, you asked him if he wanted to go back to your apartment, and Dazai agreed, of course, eager to get his questions answered. Eager to free himself of whatever shackles you’ve put on him.

And it all went downhill from there.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask again, frown deepening and hands stilling on his waist when you don’t find an answer you like on his face.

Dazai tries to play it off—you’re here for sex, not all of his unstable thoughts. He gives you a practiced smile and slips his hand under your shirt to rest on your lower back, pulling you firmer against him—an easy tactic, one of the first he learned to distract his partner when he slips up.

He should have known better than to think you would fall for it.

Instead of returning to the lingering line of kisses you were leaving on his neck, you sit back to study him, and Dazai feels seen. He shifts under your scrutinizing gaze, averting his eyes to the ceiling and counting the seconds that pass as he waits for you to ask that dreaded question. 

“What's wrong?” you ask him quietly.

Dazai can evade it. He knows that he can—even if the sex is ruined, because he knows you’re not going to have sex with him if you think something is wrong, he can evade this question by refusing to answer. You never press it, although sometimes your lips curve down in a disappointed frown that makes him feel even worse than before.

But Dazai finds himself hesitating.

“I-“ he starts to say before cutting himself off abruptly, horrified by the realization that he was just about to admit to you what he was thinking. “Nothing.” 

The anticipation that had sprung to your eyes when he started to speak dissipates when he blows you off, and it makes his chest tighten. He feels your thighs tense and knows you’re about to get off of him, so his hands fly to your hips to keep you in place.

“Something,” he corrects, voice just a little too raspy for comfort. “… Something.”

You settle back down on top of him, tilting your head to the side. 

“Tell me?” you offer quietly, your hands drop to his arms, sliding up and down the bandages that cover his forearms slowly. Soothingly. He hates it.

“I just don’t understand this,” Dazai admits. “It’s… confusing.”

It's possibly the first time he’s ever spoken these words out loud. It’s a weakness he’s never allowed anyone to be aware of—even when Dazai has no idea what’s going on, he’s careful to put up an impenetrable facade of confidence, one that even the keenest eyes can’t see through.

And here he is, bare of masks and facades, admitting his weakness plainly to someone who could easily take advantage of it.

Oh.

“This as in…?” you prompt with a pondering frown.

Is that it?

“This,” he repeats more insistently as his mind races. “Us.”

You, he accuses silently.

You have the ability to destroy him. Dazai realizes, disconcerted, that this is what is confusing him. He's allowed himself to be weak in front of you. He's lowered all of his guards. He's let you in through his many walls of defenses. You’ve settled down in the treacherous beating thing in his chest that he’s tried to rip out too many times to count, and Dazai waits for you to take advantage of it. He waits for this to go wrong. Waits for you to prove yourself to be a Trojan Horse in the form of dazzling smiles and a beautiful face. 

But you don’t, and that’s what Dazai just can’t understand. He doesn’t understand what you’re getting out of this—he knows what he’s getting out of it. He’s getting comfort, he’s able to pretend he’s capable of being loved, he gets you. But you’re not getting anything out of this, so he feels like he’s just been biding time before the other shoe drops.

“… What about us do you not understand?” You sound perplexed, and it agitates Dazai. Worse, you can tell it agitates him because immediately you run your thumb over the pulse point on his wrist to soothe him. You add quickly with a small smile, “I'm not understanding now, help me?”

It is beyond disconcerting that even though he knows it was a ploy to distract and soothe him, it works anyway. Dazai needs to do something about this.

“What do you get out of this?” Dazai decides to ask the question plainly instead of dancing around his words, partially because of the agitation and partially because he just needs an answer. Desperately. “What do you get out of what’s going on between us? I don't understand why you keep agreeing to meet me, why you initiate it sometimes. I need to know what it is you get."

Sex is transactional—it always is. Each party has to get something out of it, and if you don't know what the other is getting, then you have made a perilous mistake somewhere along the line. Dazai has known this since the beginning, but he allowed himself too long to bask blindly in the comfort of your arms and bed. He can’t keep doing this without knowing what you’re getting, It’ll come back to haunt him.

You’re still confused by his question even with the explanation, he can see it in the way the thoughts race behind your eyes as you try to piece it together. 

Eventually you settle on a smile that’s almost playful as you answer with, “You?”

Dazai’s frown deepens at your words, his expression becomes a bit colder. He thinks you’re evading the question because you don’t want to answer it, and that’s dangerous. You joined the Armed Detective Agency not long after him—were you a plant sent to get close to him by one of his old enemies? By Mori? His thoughts start to spiral dangerously. These are questions he should’ve been having months ago when you first joined the Agency, not now. 

“What are you really getting?” His grip on your hips tightens. “Tell me. Stop avoiding the question.”

Your expression becomes a bit more alarmed when he closes off from you, he thinks maybe his grip on your hips might be painful from your wince but he can’t afford to let go until he has his answer. 

“You, Dazai,” you say again, more insistently this time. “I get you. I get to spend time with you. be with you. That’s what I get.”

“But why?” Dazai presses, raising his voice, holding you tighter. He is hurting you now, he can tell from the way you try to bat his hands away, but he couldn’t let go if he wanted to. His blood pressure is rising as he realizes how badly he might have messed up. All of Ango’s efforts—Odasaku’s last request—all down the drain because of one mistake. “Why? What information are you trying to get? Who sent you? Who are you work-“

“What?” you demand. The confusion in your eyes is almost believable—Dazai thinks you must’ve been sent by someone important if you’re this good of an actress. His thoughts track back to Mori and his mind starts to fog with fury. “Who sent me? What are you-Dazai-I want you because I care about you. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

The fog clears, Dazai stares at you blankly, hands loosening on your hips. He's not sure he heard you correctly, so he says: “What did you just say?”

Your expression softens a bit, and you repeat, “I care about you. I want you because I care about you.”

“No, you don’t,” Dazai says immediately. Instinctually.

“Yes, I do.” Dazai has never seen you get irritated before, but your face twists when he instantly denies your words. “I do, Dazai.”

“You don’t,” he insists. “You can’t. You don’t even know me, you don't care about me.”

He thinks he almost would have preferred that you had some ulterior motive to this. He hates the way his chest swells with hope—hope is dangerous, more dangerous than any other emotion. Fear, anger, sadness, none of it compares to the light that tries to bloom within his rotted chest. He tries to cut it off before it can spread, but it’s notoriously hard to snuff out; it clings to anything it can get a hold on even as he tries to push it away. 

The idea is… more tempting than he expected. It’s concerning, that should be enough to clear his head, but it’s not. His fingers cling to your shirt desperately, he searches your face, trying to find the sparest indication that you may be lying.

He finds none.

Still, Dazai knows better. He knows this won’t last. you’ll find out who he was, all of the things he did, and then you’ll leave him. You’ll see him for what he is, and you’ll leave him. This will never last. 

Nothing good ever does for him. 

“But I do care about you,” you insist, and you’re cruel now, because you reach out to cup his cheek and Dazai leans into your touch. He can’t help himself from it. “I care about you deeply, Dazai.”

“You can’t,” he repeats, and to his horror, his voice wavers. “You don’t know who I am, you don’t know what I’ve done, and when you do-“

“We all have skeletons in our closet, Dazai,” you interrupt him quietly. “I don't think there’s a single ability user out there that doesn’t. I don't need to know your past to know I care about you.”

That’s not true, he wants to say, but can’t force the words out. Instead, he says hoarsely, “It would change how you see me. I'm not who you think I am. I’m-”

A monster. A demon. His blood is black—has been since the day he was born, will be until the day he dies. He is not someone who should be cared for. He's someone who should be left to rot, someone the world would be better off without. He doesn’t deserve this, not when there are so many other people in the world who are unfailingly good and do deserve it. 

“It won’t,” you say again, but Dazai knows it’s not true, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know how awful he is. You don’t give him the chance to protest though. “I care about who you are today. I care about who you are tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. Not who you were months ago. The past is the past, Dazai, leave it there.”

“It's not that simple,” he rasps. 

“It can be,” you say softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, “if you let it.”

“It can’t be that simple,” he disagrees. There’s an odd lilt to the voice—pleading, almost, begging you not to give him hope only to rip it away when the truth inevitably comes to light. “It can’t.”

“It can for us,” you tell him again, and Dazai finds himself believing you. Wanting to believe you. Wanting to believe things can just be that simple. That easy. 

“Why?” Dazai breathes out, eyes searching your face for answers. “Why me? Why not someone…”

Someone better. Someone good. Someone deserving. 

“Because you’re you,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you lean down to ghost your lips against his and it fogs his brain with a pleasant warmth he’s only ever felt with you. “Do I need a reason more than that?”

Dazai wants to say yes, because him being him is a reason for you to not want him. He’s despicable, he’s cruel, he lashed out at you for weeks all the while forcing himself into your space because he wanted to be near you but didn’t understand why. 

“I love your smile,” you say, thumb running along his bottom lip, “and I love even more when I’m the reason for it.”

“But-“

“And I love your eyes,” you continue, fingers trailing up his face to trace under his eyes. “I think they’re the prettiest shade of brown I’ve ever seen.”

“I know that’s not true,” he rasps—he knows very well that his eyes are unnerving, too black and too empty. People have been unable to look him in the eye for long even when he was a kid. “I-“

“But most of all, it’s just you,” you say softly, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. “You make me happy. I like being around you. I always look forward to the time we get to spend together—missions, at work, after work. I’ll take you in whatever way I can get, Dazai.”

You don’t let him avert his gaze this time, you force him to look at you, force him to see the truth of your words reflected in the adoration on your face. No one has ever looked at him like this before, and it makes him feel bare. Seen. He’s always felt seen with you, but never like this.

“I was… mean to you.” He still tries to argue with you, lashes fluttering shut. “I was cruel for months because-“

You laugh at him. “Mean? You were like a puppy trying to snap at my hand to scare me off.”

Dazai gapes. “A puppy?” he demands, seriously offended. “Don’t compare me to a dog. I’m more like a… A…”

“A…?” you press, a pretty smile flickering at your lips.

“A panther,” he supplies confidently.

“A kitten,” you correct.

Dazai groans dramatically, flinging his head back, but he finds himself smiling. He finds his chest full of warmth, light and bubbly, and when he looks back up at you to meet your eyes, he finds the same emotion swimming on your face. He thinks again that no one has ever looked at him like this before—not with such fondness, not with adoration, not with…

No, Dazai doesn’t dare think that word.

“I care about you too,” he admits. He’s hesitant, like he’s scared to say the words out loud.

“Even with all of the skeletons hidden in my closet?” you tease, leaning down to brush your lips against his again, and then a second time, and then a third. He basks in it, eyes sliding shut as you kiss him gently—it takes a few moments for your words to register.

“They’re not worse than mine,” he replies, the pads of his fingers running up and down your thighs absently. After a couple of seconds pass, he asks, “… What skeletons do you have?”

You tilt your head to the side and say playfully, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Dazai isn’t ready for that, so he just tosses you a smile and a wink before murmuring, “How about you show me something else instead?”

You laugh at that, tossing your head back and giggling so genuinely that your hand flies to your mouth to muffle the sound. His lips part to make another suggestive comment, but he finds himself breathless at the sight of you. 

You’re beautiful, and Dazai can’t help but think again that he doesn’t deserve this. You.

“Deal,” you agree.

This time when you lean down to press your lips against his, Dazai’s hands are content to rest on your thighs. His fingers don’t itch to wrangle control from you, and his mind isn’t plagued with paranoia-induced thoughts.

He thinks, maybe, that he can get used to this. Used to you.

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yandere taph headcanons please? blinking

dont forget to take care of urself too <3

THE BIRDIEEEEE

YANDERE!Taph x You

he is a bird like telamon/shed for me..

BC YES

EHEHE

ALSO DW I WILL

SAME GOES FOR YOU!!

TAKE SOME WATER AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF!!

ANYWAYS

TITLE : mocking bird

Platonic Headcanons

He doesn’t understand why the others avoid you… but he's grateful.

You’re always safe when he's around. Always.

He sits near you in every meeting, every rest break. You’re his spot.

You never step on a tripmine. No glitter, no pranks. He’s careful. So, so careful.

He starts mimicking your mannerisms without realizing it. A soft echo of you in how he signs or tilts his head.

First Meeting Headcanons

He noticed you before you even noticed him.

You were the only one who didn't call him a "menace."

He didn’t sign to you at first just observed you, close enough to be noticed, but quiet. Always watching.

When you did speak to him, his wings fluttered. That was new. That was yours.

He planted a tripmine behind you. Not to scare you but so no one else would dare come too close.

Getting Along Headcanons

He starts leaving brownies at your door. Always warm. Always homemade.

His nest? There’s a second pillow now. A space. It’s subtle. You might not notice… but it’s yours.

You smile at him once, and he almost explodes. His feathers puffed up for three hours.

He signs for you more. Even teaches you simple gestures, gently guiding your hands. It’s not communication it’s a ritual. It’s intimacy.

He hates when others talk to you. If someone flirts, that person’s next few rounds are full of very inconvenient explosions.

Realizing He Has Feelings

He caught himself watching you sleep. Not from across the room. Perched above.

Your laughter makes his wings flutter. It makes his heart pound. It makes his talons dig into the floor.

He panicked when you got hurt in a round flying to you without thinking, shielding you with his body.

When he saw you pat someone else's shoulder, he set a glitter mine under their bed. That night.

It’s not just affection. It’s need. It’s possession. It’s knowing no one else is worthy of you.

How He Confesses

He makes a nest. It’s soft, lined with fabrics he took from the safehouse. There’s a pillow that smells like you.

You find it. He’s sitting there. Waiting. Wings fluttering like mad.

He pulls you close, holding your hand, and signs slowly: "This is for you. For us." "Please stay."

He doesn't force you. But his gaze wide, unblinking, desperate is terrifying in how intense it is.

His wings wrap around you like a cage. Not rough. Protective. Enclosing. Yours.

Romantic Headcanons

He follows you like a shadow, even when you think you’re alone.

He kisses your hand when you're asleep.

He gifts you feathers his own tied with string. Little talismans. Love notes in silence.

if he loses some of his feathers , he would try to put some in your hair , as a silent claim

If you ever tried to leave him, he'd break. Not violently. Just... collapse.

But if someone else tried to take you? They’d never be seen again.

You’re his. Not just now. Forever.

Calls you bird names "my little crow" , "my dove"

HEHHE I WROTE THOSE THIS MORNING I FORGOT TO POST IT BUT LIKE YEAHEHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[annaesterella]

Since almost every good fan of Yan-Batfam or something like that is getting into this (and I'm a fan of that kind of thing) LET'S HAVE A NEGLECTED READER

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But I saw that a lot of people liked the other fic, seriously people, KISSES DIRECTLY FROM ANNA! SERIOUSLY, I FELT LIKE A Celebrity (<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> ehehe) And this was the first time that a fic of mine gained so many views and I'm very excited, thank you to everyone who liked it!

F/reader (sorry guys, I don't know how to write M/reader)

I'll write a part II, bcuz is too long!

“Don't be silly! I would never be a Wayne.”

Well, first things first, when did it all started again? Haha not 500 time loops ago, but some years ago.. like the first child, you were from a circus, the difference is that.. well? Your parents were magicians, at least your mother... your father until you were 6 or 7 years old was just another distant memory but sweet, not yours, but your mother's... the incredible magic of the circus “Joie nocturne” a beautiful woman, yet another victim of the charms of the heartthrob, philanthropist, billionaire and owner of Wayne companies, Bruce Wayne. Of course, your mother, like almost all women, never forgot him, having him as her beautiful memory, after all, he gave her everything she needed.. you, her lil bunny! That's what she called you, before she was gone, like him, she turned into your distant but sweet memory, like a magic spell..

You felt so alone, the circus wanted to keep you, after all, you were their family too, but even so, he found out about you, and being a child, You wanted to meet your father. Still, feeling the pain of abandoning what you knew, you went. You had your 10 minutes of affection and then never saw him again. You met your two brothers, half brothers, Dick and Jason, and the buttler, Alfred, You thought your life would be like a funny family sitcom, HAHA, WHAT A JOKE. Of course, the oldest was excited to meet you, you were just like him, from a circus! The youngest was curious about the situation, yet he was kind to you and didn't mistreat you. The oldest gentleman, Even with little time, he treated you like your grandfather treated you, you then created an innocent affection for him, after all, he reminded you of your grandfather! After 1 or 2 weeks, they disappeared. Only you and "grandpa" are left.. Just like your mother, you developed an affection for magic... but just those stupid tricks left you bored... even so, it was affectionate to see Alfred pretending not to know about the tricks, just to see you smiling... soon you realized.. you weren't really a Wayne.. at most a visitor. They didn't have time for you, Alfred was still a buttler at the end of the day.

Time passed and you felt more and more alone, of course, you had Alfred, but... he didn't always have time for you. Soon more people appeared... and others disappeared... Jason was the first to go, and even with the short time, you suffered, he was kind... your brother for such a short time, you wished you had played with him more, and after that the house, which was already abandoned, became even emptier, soon another boy appeared, Tim, from a rich family.. and soon Dick went to another city.. you don't remember when, but now there was also Cassandra, Damian, Duke.. Steph.. you remember Barbara from a long time.. Even though the house was full, it was still empty... and you could only comfort yourself with the magic and the things your mother had left for you. Your little stuffed rabbit and its "magic" materials. Even though If you were his biological daughter too, Damian seemed to have more of Wayne than you,maybe because he was a vigilante, maybe because he was a boy? did not you know of course... so why bother? Soon, you stopped trying, you didn't want that anymore... crawling for affection? At your eighteen You made your choice. You wouldn't be a Wayne, you'd be a joie nocturne again. But would they let you? That night, you went to visit the circus, that was your favorite time of year... Halloween, and circus mixed together? Wonderful! So you saw that... the villainy... and for a split second, you wanted to.. do something.. Playing like a good girl, you approached the large bearded man and tugged on his sleeve, asking what that was all about. Maybe this was your chance to be something. It was funny at first, seeing their despair, your second family, trying to explain themselves, but you soon gave a smile, before stamping your foot on the floor, making a crowbar appear, helping to open it. That was the beginning of everything... you were finally someone... even if on the wrong side. Soon, the decisive moment arrived, when you returned "home", packed your bags, and like a magic spell, you disappeared, leaving only a white rabbit and everything you did in that house, in your room, every magic award, every cheap magic materials.

After a Patrol day, Dick he noticed something unusual in the mansion, perhaps because Alfred was visiting his homeland, but it couldn't be that, after all, Alfred had already done that before... Oh right! Birthday girl, his ittle bunny sister. He ran upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door, before entering and seeing only a stuffed rabbit on the bed, and the various magical things around the room, if not for the empty drawers and things, he would say you still lived there by the decoration and the fact room looks good, everything is well maintained, warm

Dick: Bunny?

He called, looking around the room, before looking around, seeing the various magic prizes, photos, top hats and magic kits. All given by Alfred or someone called "Mr. Joie nocturne" Could he be a friend of yours? What do you mean you had participated in so many contests and won? Why didn't you call? Or did you call? Where were you now? Why was everything empty? You went away. He started walking in circles, until Tim entered the room.

Tim: You will make a hole in the ground. I called you several times, why are you in this room exactly?

Dick: Y/N, she is gone.. and we didn't even notice or whatever, we didn't receive any notification, why didn't she notify us that she was moving, we... damn... we weren't going to help probably because we were on patrol, did we waver? Did she know we were on patrol? Does she know the truth?

Tim: Wait, too much to process.. what does it mean "She is gone" she left? Is that it?

Dick: Yes. Dumbass

And well, we can say after that, what happened was like "Oh shit" and then everyone was like "OH SHIT" while you were home.. happy! Getting ready for her first show, her first real show... too true. You thought as you put on your gloves and applied your lipstick. Then, with slow steps, you walked onto the stage, smiling, while waving to everyone, who murmured and whistled. So you decided to do your first trick for the night, the "bullet trick" The difference? There was no trick behind it, just you and your skills... after all, it was in your blood. Just as the bullet was about to go through your skull, you snapped your fingers, and then the bullet turned into a beautiful, bright purple butterfly, flying through the circus, soon coming back towards you and turning into your bow tie. Okay, a bit of a show on your part for the first trick, but you have to show that you have morals. Funny that meanwhile, his family was desperate, going so far as to call Alfred, who was now just as desperate. Then, the special time came, the circus then closed the lights and when it opened, all the valuable belongings, inside the boxes, Of course, you had to feign shock, some clowns trying to calm the audience, and of course, you were also feigning surprise, making your things "disappear" to join in the fun. You looked at the children, snorting slightly, as you made the toys re-appear, seeing some calm down, while the others widened their eyes in surprise. Soon, the "incredible" Bat-family appeared... seriously, for such an idiotic cause they came...? Soon you saw them walking towards you and everything fell into place.

Nightwing: — Y/N! I mean.. Young Lady.. we were notified of your disappearance, we will ask you to return home.

You frowned, as you looked at the audience. Hearing their screams increase, some of relief that the "Bat-family" was there, others of confusion at the situation.

: — I believe, I'm already eighteen, so there's nothing to worry about, Still, I'm with my family at the moment, so I don't understand why the complaint. Not to mention that we were robbed at that moment, so why specifically did they come to resolve a case like this?

You questioned calmly, while pointing at the audience, smiling, before rushing to disappear with your family, leaving the problem to the bats, after all, they were the "professionals." You could say that the shock was written on their faces.. you were so big, poorly dressed.. those presentation clothes didn't suit a little girl like you.. but still.. what you meant by "your family" Were you referring to those circus freaks? They weren't as good as they were, they were just.. ordinary people! Well.. now they had to solve the problem of theft... but that couldn't end like that, nope.

[colorfulrook]

100x100 blurbfest #10

[A/n]: Today there has been a weather warning in my city so some of the busses i usually take to go to uni were cancelled... Meaning I spent all my day writing and studying ehehe. I am on a roll baby. Here is one of the last blurbs of today. This one is for my dear @minh907, love you <3 - Rook

Prompt #10: “I love it when you wear my clothes.”

Jinwoo had been gone all morning—Guild business, some tense meeting with the Association and Choi Jong-In. Important S-Rank things that didn’t require your presence, much to your boredom and dismay.

Left alone in his apartment with a mug of half-warm coffee and Beru lounging upside down on the couch like he was trying to understand human furniture, you decided to explore Jinwoo’s closet. You called it “explore” because “chaotically tearing through with no plan” didn’t sound as elegant.

Beru peeked his head over the couch when you emerged fifteen minutes later, dressed in Jinwoo’s favorite black hoodie and long coat, complete with one of his gloves and his very dramatic boots that made you trip over the doormat.

“Young Master~” Beru purred, voice low and amused. “You are very small today.”

You scoffed, feigning shock "Small? You dare insult your king?"

“Most sorry my king! I would never insult your statuesque build!” Beru clacked his claws together, entirely too smug, as he bowed down to you.

You rolled your eyes and strutted into the hallway like a terrible cosplay version of Jinwoo. “Arise,” you commanded in your best brooding voice, gesturing to the nearest potted plant.

Beru made a small, wheezing sound that might’ve been laughter.

You continued dramatically down the hallway, coat trailing behind like a makeshift cape, muttering things like “Shadow Monarch business” and “darkness eternal” under your breath. Beru followed, dutifully pretending to be a minion but giggling every time you said “Arise” to a lamp or shoe.

And of course—of course—that’s when Jinwoo walked through the door.

He stopped cold.

You froze mid-spin.

Beru made the tiniest bow. “Young Master.”

“…What the hell are you two doing?” Jinwoo asked slowly, one brow raised.

“I’m you,” you said proudly, tugging on the sleeves of the hoodie that hung off your hands like a blanket. “Your coat is a menace, by the way, how do you manage not to trip in it!”

“I see that,” he said, eyes trailing down the coat to your mismatched boots. He looked amused. “You’re wearing it wrong.”

“Excuse you—this is high fashion.” You turned to Beru. “Tell him.”

Beru nodded sagely. “Our Liege has never looked more majestic.”

Jinwoo just sighed through a laugh, stepping closer. “You know you could’ve just waited for me like a normal person.”

“Normal is boring, had nothing to do anyway.” you said, a little breathless as he reached for your collar and fixed the way it sat on your shoulder. His fingers brushed your jaw. His eyes softened.

“I love it when you wear my clothes” he murmured, almost like it slipped out before he could stop himself.

Your breath hitched.

“…Seriously?”

He nodded. “Seriously, it suits you. You suit me.”

Somewhere in the background, Beru made a soft squealing noise that you both valiantly ignored.

“Okay but don’t expect me to give this coat back,” you said, voice cracking slightly under the warmth spreading in your chest. “It’s mine now.”

Jinwoo smiled, a quiet sort of fondness in his eyes. “Guess I’ll have to live with that.”

You shifted a little in the too-big boots, suddenly self-conscious. “Do I look ridiculous?”

“No,” he said simply. Only warmt could be seen in his eyes “You look like home.”

And that made everything inside you flutter.

He stepped even closer, arms sliding around your waist, drawing you in until you were tucked perfectly against his chest, swallowed by his scent and the weight of borrowed cotton and affection.

“You should stay over more often,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Or just move in.”

You blinked. “You mean it?”

He grinned. “You already have my closet in a headlock. Might as well.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding.

“Then you better make room,” you said. “Because I plan on stealing everything.”

His grin turned boyish. “Even me?”

You kissed him before he could get smug about it.

Beru, still lurking behind the couch, let out a dreamy sigh. “So romantic, my lieges.”

You broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Arise.”

Jinwoo laughed against your lips.

[rivalswrites]

Hi okay what if Iron Fist was dating a guy who is very affectionate :3

Iron Fist w/an affectionate boyfriend

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

I had to pull up Lin Lie’s Wikipedia page for this, obviously I'm a fake fan (⁠･⁠ω･⁠;⁠)

OMLLL y'all are feeding me too much w/these requests AND I'M THE ONE WRITING EHEHE

Scheduling this to post on Sunday because I'll be busy all weekend and school is starting back up after!!

Masterlist

Affection probably isn't something Lin is too familiar with, but not deprived of. He had a lot of love growing up, seeing as he was able to survive as a normal person up until college until life took a turn. After he received his sword, he didn't have much time to think about it- much less when he had worked to become the Iron Fist.

But again, he wasn't deprived of it. Plenty of his friends were decently affectionate, as much as friends should be. He never minded, but then you came along and the definition of affection changed for him. It went from just people giving him some kind of small gesture of their friendship to a whole other level- something he couldn't describe, a different level of love he didn't really know.

Obviously, he doesn't mind at all, he even encourages it. Never has he ever told you to not touch him, he loves it- and you- too much to try and stop anything of the sorts. And of course, you also enjoy it- because your beefcake of a boyfriend is basically allowing you to crawl all over him 24/7 with no issue; it's everyone's dream come true.

One of his favorite times to receive affection is during free time, no interruptions allowed. He just sits on a recliner or the couch and does some sort of puzzle (extremely difficult ones you've probably never seen before, and you will sit behind him uncomfortably and lean on his back. Just pure dead weight on his back, arms around his neck and head on his- watching without a clue as he worked away with no issue.

And it becomes a pattern, he's just chilling around somewhere and you crawl all over him and put him in a chokehold! (Affectionately) He loves it, your weight on him in any way is great. It's a consistent calm, like it becomes such a calm for him that HE'LL sometimes look for your affection.

But he doesn't say he wants affection, no, he's stubborn about it. He finds you and, no matter what you're doing, will grab your hand and will proceed to lay on your arm and shoulder. Usually you get the hint, but if you want to mess with him go ahead and ignore his advances, he'll scowl and slowly drop more of his weight onto you until you both fall to the ground because he is HUGE (lovingly, even if you're strong- he's stronger).

Casual affection and PDA, such as hand holding, kissing, and all the other stuff is perfectly fine with him- kiss and hold away. Though if you smother him in public he'll for sure get flustered, especially if it's around friends- at least one person will tease him for it and he knows it.

Really enjoys when you cuddle up to him, especially during the winter. Due to all his muscle and constant physical activity he just naturally started running hot, so he's the perfect heater whenever you need it. Your cold feet will be warmer and he won't mind, because it's physical touch from his lovely boyfriend.

Overall: he loves it, and absolutely doesn't mind it. Cling to him like a koala and he would go into battle like that, for he'd rather die than make you let him go.

[ssahotchnerr]

Thinking about reader always sharing her water with Hotch to remind him to hydrate ehehe. She sets reminders to make sure he actually does hydrate and makes sure to tell the others to do the same as well

gentle reminders

here's everyone's reminder to hydrate!!! cw; established relationship, bau!reader, fluff!

if it weren't for you, the only liquid aaron would mainly consume would be coffee. in such a demanding occupation, especially at his high authority, it made sense.

had trouble sleeping or didn't get enough? coffee. dreading a meeting and needed to be rejuvenated? coffee. had no other choice but to stay up into the early hours of the morning doing paperwork? coffee. the list was seemingly endless.

as a result, you've taken it upon yourself to ensure dehydration didn't strike him, especially from all the dilution coffee itself produced. if he's drinking that much of it, he could at least counteract it by drinking equal the amounts of water. and regardless, he should be consuming more water to begin with; making it more of a habit. his usual excuse of 'forgetting', wasn't going to cut it anymore.

and if he's going to listen to anyone, it's going to be you.

you've preemptively set several reminders throughout the day to better aaron's water intake. your ringer was just loud enough - if tucked in your bag or drawer to gain only your awareness - mindful of it's possible obnoxiousness in the bullpen. if it were to go off loudly several times throughout the workday, it would surely be a reason for complaints. while out in the field, like now, you simply set it on vibrate.

the familiar buzz grabbed your attention, your eyes moving downward to your phone. the screen's lit; the notification of the reminder displayed in the middle.

conveniently, aaron happened to be seated at your left, discussing the geographic profile with spencer and the lead officer, narrowing down the unsub's comfort zone. you screwed open the cap of your water bottle, the seal producing a minor snap, and gingerly setting it down afterwards.

not wanting to interrupt, you simply tugged on aaron's sleeve to gain his attention. his eyes darted towards you in question, and slowly, you slid the opened bottle in his direction.

a gentle, amused almost-laugh puffed out of his nose, not surprised as this was routine at this point, and obeyed. once he managed to find a break within the ongoing conversation, did he grab the water and take a hearty swig. his eyes refound yours, flickering with a warm glint.

it caused your heart to flutter; aaron's eyes softening at your gesture. the quick switch between stoic unit chief, to simply aaron, was a near rare occurrence in the weighted atmosphere of cases, specifically while in the attendance of others. so when it did appear, a greater, more-than-usual surge of affection rippled through you.

but just as quickly as you noticed the lightness, it vanished. aaron's usual pensive expression returned, only his gaze pointed was at you this time, a silent push within it. you rolled your eyes in understanding and retook the bottle from him to take a sip yourself, holding back a smile.

aaron leaned back slightly in his chair, shoulders relaxing in satisfaction.

meanwhile across from you, dave was watching the whole exchange, a rather entertained expression on his face. "how romantic." he mouthed silently - when you noticed his stare.

all in fun, your eyes narrowed at him, before they flicked to his water bottle. with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, you crossed your arms and held your gaze, practically daring him, 'okay, your turn.'

dave's tongue clicked in disapproval, solely for his flair for the dramatics, and began cranking open his water. and spencer being as observant as he was, noticed too and urgently grabbed his water, knowing you would be grounding onto him next. he tucked it under his arm, planning to drink once he concluded circling locations on the map exhibited on the board in front of him.

and for those who currently weren't at the precinct - derek, emily, jj, and even penelope all the way back home - you seized your phone, firing off a quick text in your shared group chat: hydrate reminder!

aaron peeked at his phone as his text tone went off, lips tugging into a barely-there, adoring smile as he read the message. his hand found your thigh underneath the table, giving it a doting squeeze.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Expansion/[Mature +18 Minors /Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine trying to use the water in your home..but it was green otherworldly slime that had the feeling of man jizz..

Imagine coming home after a hard day of work. You hear squelches,scrambling and chitter sounds,as if little monsters invaded the plumbing of your house.

Usual bathroom time for you was 3am..but your tired eyes focused on a lengthy mass that seemed to be asleep in the sink. Its glow was very faint. You thought it was an alien leech.

Nervously turning on the light,it was several glowing penile eel monsters that screeched awake once the light hit them,trying to scramble out of the sink. They squished and writhed free of your firm hold,slithering back into hiding.

You : Seriously,dildo monsters in my house? This can't be happening to me..

You sighed looking at your impressive collection and dropped your face into your hands while sitting on your bed. The plumber would laugh his ass off with you trying to explain that living dildo monsters are affecting the quality of water. Who could you tell?

Your head did a u turn at a chitter under your bed,a single green eye staring into yours.

You : [softly] Its okay little guy. You can come out. Pun not intended.

A soft mrrrrp noise came from the penile alien creature as it inched toward your hand. The red and white banding throughout with teeth decor supporting it's body reminded of your favorite pour.

You lifted and petted it..Treating it like a little animal,building it a dark place to lay its soft head. Days went by,and you noticed your penis pet began to grow out of the little enclosure,features more and more defined.

You : They grow so fast. [gasps]

More mmrrrp noises came from your pipes,your sink..toilet and shower head. Soon your house was squirming with large penile aliens! Their tender knobs and teeth decor against your face.

You : [gasps] Oh dear...

The penile aliens began to poke where they shouldnt,but you were firm with them. You could'nt sleep with the mmrrp noises,and being covered in their slime,as they turned demanding..fighting to be intimate with you.

Over time they became aggressive and jealous as you spent intimate time with your toys and not them. Their warm,pleasant smelling bodies began to pile and wrap you,screeching and fighting for your holes.

You : [snarls] Bad..BAD.

You yelped as one went in you,stretching your stomach,then your knees buckled and you collapsed.

The mmrrp noises became erratic as they stuffed you. It felt horrible,but it felt good too. Weighted,full and gurgling,you panted and wobbled around your house,feeling them rhythmically pump you from inside.

You : [weak laughter] Eheh..

You fell to the floor,squirming and gasping in orgasm,spurting slime as the alien penile monsters had their way with you. Fat and engorged,you looked like an round egg on the ground,enjoying the pleasurable fullness of being stuffed from inside.

They climbed all over your body,sucking and biting on your body,covering you in hickeys. High from their pleasant smell,you did'nt fight them.

Their mmrrp noises were like music to your ears as you lulled to sleep in utter orgasmic bliss. You kept the penile aliens..and they kept you...

They took over your home..They became your everything...

Finding otherworldly Dick Monsters in your sink? Sign me up! Inspired by this post from the awesome @batbitestoys ! Their pours are gorgeous beyond belief..please show them love!

[subhumanselflover]

hello mar I would like to request a Testament x reader oneshot where the two cuddle on the couch please.

note: hello, coming right up anon! i can very much channel testament into my writing today bc i had a tea party today (well. yesterday as i prepare to actually post this), ehehe :3 also i'm throwing references to testament having a job in this one bc i think it's so funny that they're canonly a construction worker. okay anyway please enjoy!

Testament x Reader, Cuddle-bug.

If there was anything on Testament's mind throughout their day today, it was you. All through their work day, they found themself humming a song that you had showed them a while ago. When you told them that the song had reminded you of them, they fell in love with the rhythm almost as fast as they had fallen in love with you. All they wanted to do was curl up with you in their arms.

So, when the time came that they were able to leave work and come home to you, they quickly made their way to your residence. You had the day off, so you spent a good bit of the day cleaning your space, which left you a tad tired. Keys jingled outside the door, and the sound of the door opening alerted you to Testament's arrival.

As they came to find you, you were swiftly greeted with a gentle embrace and a quick peck on the lips. "Darling of mine, I missed you so." The greeting was so dramatic that it would have sounded insincere from anyone else, but in that loving tone, they truly meant it. You couldn't help but giggle, nonetheless. They had already placed their bags down and slipped their shoes off, and in one of the bags, they had brought home takeout for you both. With knowing that you planned on busying yourself today, they knew that you wouldn't quite feel like cooking tonight, and frankly, neither did they.

"I shall be right back, my dear. Oh, dinner's on the kitchen counter, feel free to eat without me if I take too long," They stated before shuffling off to the bathroom to go take a post-work shower and change into comfortable clothes. You kept yourself occupied as you awaited their return, listening to the flow of water, and the muffled music that they listened to while they showered.

Coming back to the living room in a much more comfortable, yet still elegant-looking outfit, they were surprised to see you hadn't eaten yet. "Dearest, you didn't have to wait for me," They almost seemed to pout as they said this, and it was a little cute to you. A piece of evidence that someone who was once so cold had become so warm. You shrugged, and supposed aloud that you were fine to wait, as long as it was for them.

You ate at the kitchen table, chatting, sharing a meal, taking pieces of each other's meals of choice, talking about each other's days. It was domestic, comfortable..

And now that you both found yourselves comfortably full, you were curled up on the couch together. It had been their turn to pick a movie to watch, so here you were, criticizing a B-movie together. But as the movie's mediocrity proved itself, they wanted to pay more attention to you. The two of you had already been curled up together, with you sitting on Testament's lap, held gently in their arms, their nails tapping against your skin every so often.

Shifting themselves carefully, they pulled you closer, their carefully toned arms wrapped around your waist. Warmth radiated between the two of you, as the movie you were watching slowly turned into a droning sort of background noise. Their was an undeniable calm in this moment, a comfortable silence taking over between you two. There were no words, but there didn’t need to be.

Holding you close to them, Testament moved a hand to run their fingers through your hair, lightly scratching over your scalp. Stopping for a moment, they cupped your face and held it. With not much of a choice, you looked at them, making a curious noise, wondering what this was for.

“You are so, so very precious to me. I love you,” Their tone was laced with genuine affection as they held your face. Leaning in, they gave you a loving little kiss, then patted the side of your face, before pulling you to their chest. You couldn’t help but feel lucky as you shared their warmth, and shared this space with them.

[gabbytbll]

Maeve x Female Reader

✄𝑴𝑨𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺✯ 18+

NSFW MDNI!!!

Authors note: I hope you love this Anon! you said to pick and i picked my queen Maeve eheh but anyways! there will be mistakes and i did just start this show and I love it a lot so far so please bare with me she will be OOC! also this is Maeve in season 1 or 2!

Masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

she was never with Elena!

Warnings!: angst, crying, hurt reader, homophobia, lesbian sex, rough sex, strap on, blindfolds, making out, fingering, praise, manhandling, jealousy, sex toys, filming, worship, spanking, DOM Maeve!!, voyeurism, Human reader, Maeve is trying!, HOMELANDER!!! (yes, he is a warning)

SFW!

♤ She loves you a lot, so she is very scared for you to get hurt from her or anyone else.

♤ Before the both of you got into a relationship you both meet by you working at Vought on one of the lower floors and you bumped into her.

♤ She didn't like you for a while until you kept seeing each other on accident (it wasn't she was curious of you because she thought you looked cute for a human).

♤ As the both of you started to get to know each other you both started to hang out more at the Vought tower secretly.

♤ You were the first to confess to her thinking she didn't like you (she does, she just don't know what to do cause what if her reputation falls apart or home lander finds out).

♤ After you confessed to her she kind of distanced herself away from you because she thinks Homelander might find out and hurt you (but she hurt you more).

♤ When you got together you both promised you and her tell each other everything no secrets.

♤ She doesn't give affection to you in public because it hasn't been approved by Vought (she hasn't told them about you yet).

♤ She loves to cuddle you on the couch watching movies together after a hard day at work.

♤ She loves to wear matching shirts or matching with you in general whenever she goes undercover.

♤ While you're at work she loves to leave food at your desk secretly or she makes someone else give it to you using an excuse saying your family said give it to her while she was passing by.

♤ She has pictures taken of you up on her walls in her bedroom so that when she wakes up, she sees your beautiful face in the morning.

♤ When you and her finally went public the world loved it, it made you feel more free in your relationship.

♤ She loves PDA I'm talking making out in front of everyone just so they know you belong to her.

♤ She loves when you wear her hero suit, she thinks it looks hot on you (she just loves you wearing it her clothes in general).

♤ Homelander hates you for some reason (he doesn't like the both of you together because your both girls) he always tries to bribe you into breaking up with her or blackmail you (it never works).

♤ Maeve thinks you're the one for her, you make her so happy, and she feels free for once it's like she doesn't have to think about anything with you.

♤ She loves to go on sunset dates with a picnic, she has so many pictures of you in the sunset she says it's some of her favorite pictures she ever took.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

•She loves to give you flowers

•She would get a tattoo of your name on her left thigh or arm

•She will marry you one day like she promised

•She loves to listen to music that reminds you of her

•You will always be her number 1 hero to her

both of y'all's song would be always forever I think

NSFW MDNI!!!

sexual content warning is advised

♧ I feel like she would be a hard Dom cause let's be honest here she is strong as hell and she would love to manhandle you.

♧ She loves how you sound in bed she is so obsessed with you.

♧ She has recording of you so she can always listen to it later (god forbid someone hacks her phone the only thing they are going to see is you and her together and your sex tapes).

♧ She hates when people flirt with you so she walks up to you and say something like I loved your moans last night, your pussy was tighter last night, etc. (she thinks you're too good for them plus she like the face that person makes when she says something dirty to you).

♧ She has a ton of sex toys she has a special secret room for sexual activities just for the both of you (it's scary).

♧ She has water, snacks, etc over to the side just in case you or her need anything.

♧ She is definitely a giver, sometimes she one gets you off just because she feels like you need it more than her.

♧ She loves to worship your body slowly as she fingers you with three fingers.

♧ She loves to make you masturbate Infront of you while she films you or just to watch you with a small smirk on her face because she knows it humiliates you.

♧ Oh she loves to blindfold you whenever she's in a good mood she likes to think it makes you feel more pleasure because you don't know what she's going to do to you next.

♧ She hates when you playfully flirt back with a guy you don't know, so when you get home, she makes you go to the playroom and strip and lay down over her knees so she can spank you as punishment.

♧ She loves to fuck you with her big pink dildo strap fast or slow it don't matter she just loves watching you squirm in pleasure.

♧ She loves to scissor you the most rather than fucking you with the strap on because she can feel you better against her (plus she gets more pleasure from it)

♧ She loves to manhandle you whenever she can in the bedroom, she thinks it's hot plus she can put u into any position she wants quicky.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

•She has a small scar under her ribs

•She loves to give you hickeys

•Sometimes she plays sexy music in the bed

•One time you fuck in Vought's bathroom

•She has a mole on her right thigh

I hope this is good I kind of rushed this! but I want to say thank you to Anon for requesting this i had so much fun doing this!! make sure you like and comment i greatly appreciate it!!♡♡

Also I posted this early whoops☺

©️ gabbytbll. do not copy, repost, or translate across other sites. do not copy my sentence structures, plot or characterization.

[sonic-takeover]

IT HAPPENED ANONS, MOBIANS AND MOD. After what felt like eternity. Mod you know your stuff. Shadow how do you feel about Sonic's letter? And congrats you two! Giving love to the couples, newly couples and soon to be couples?? (Who knows, mod I'm looking at ya) *Throws a bunch of confetti*

-💫

*Shadow and Sonic are sitting on their crater again, shoulder to shoulder as Sonic finishes reading his letter. Shadow watches the letter as Sonic reads, baffled that those lines mean what he said. How can he read that? He looks up as Sonic turns to see his reaction* ... I.. had no idea.. I just saw the last part, there.. the "man.." and assumed it was platonic.

..Shads, eheh... I may call you "man" sometimes, but how I feel for you is anything but platonic. At least now.

Right.. clearly. *He lays his head on Sonic's shoulder* .... There is no Shadow without Sonic, by the way..

*Sonic feels himself getting emotional and he takes a deep breath like Tails showed him. He takes Shadow's hand* ... I'm... Really happy.. this worked out the way it did..

As am I. *He looks up at him* ...but.. now what? You healed yourself, so I'm glad for that, but.. we've been so focused on this..

Well.. *Sonic laces his fingers with Shadow's* Eggman should be back home now. So he'll cause trouble. You can move back into our room if you want to.

Yes please. The couch is not comfortable.

Hehe~ I dunno what you mean, I was super comfortable ~

Of course you were. Continue.

Hmm... I mean.. that's usually all we have to do, right? Stop Eggman and deal with our own personal drama.

Sometimes he is the personal drama. Especially now that Amy and Metal are together.

Ohh, yeah... He'll be coming to family dinners now.... Eugh...

I despise him.

I don't like.. hate him... But I reaalllyy don't want him over for dinner.

Mhm. *Shadow looks up at the Earth. Has it always been this beautiful? Had it just been his mindset keeping him from noticing?*

*While Shadow is admiring the Earth, Sonic is admiring Shadow* .... Hey beautiful.. Race you?

*Shadow turns to look at him* Where?

It doesn't matter. But I wanna race my boyfriend on the moon~

*Shadow feels his quills fluff up at the title. He nods* Sure. Okay. Yeah.

*Sonic grins and kisses his cheek, then gets up and jumps around a little to let himself adjust to the gravity change. They aren't as affected by the gravity difference as they would be in their normal forms, but thankfully, being super has a good number of advantages. He gets into starting position and glances at Shadow* ready?

Ready. *Shadow looks over at him too. He smiles. How lucky is he? Sonic winks at him and shoots forward. Shadow follows*

[i4oba]

nct dream as… !%# types of dates .. 🥣⋆☄︎. *. ⋆

[non-idol ver.! just so you know eheh]

✰ MARK — drive-in theater

it honestly came to mind pretty randomly, as you two got back from your last exam of the semester, driving mindlessly for about two hours — not because you didn’t know what you want to do, but because you two simply just enjoyed doing nothing??? but so many things at the same???

just listening to the mixtape you made for mark, singing so loud everyone could hear since the windows were rolled down too… you felt a sense of freedom? some kind of… relief from the burdens??? it was a pretty hectic exam season you two had to endure and since it was finally over.. you couldn’t keep your excitement low

looking at each other with love and adoration, exhaustion vanishing in the company of the other one — it honestly should be studied? how easy it is for you two to affect the other???

you stumbled upon the drive-in theater by accident, it wasn’t planned or anything, you just wanted to simply spend your night at mark’s place and call it a day, watch a movie on his laptop while cuddling and stuff

but when you spotted the sign you couldn’t help but exclaim, getting all excited over it, even slapping mark’s upper arm… poor boy winced and just said “hey, no need to kill the driver”

you didn’t even need to convince him honestly, he immediately agreed and there you were… not knowing what was actually screening, blindly finding a good spot you two can park and enjoy the movie

it would’ve slapped if it was some kind of slasher horror from the 80s… but it was casablanca

WHICH IS SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT it makes So much sense and honestly, it’s such a big game changer to see it like that. it’s like an opportunity you shouldn’t miss

mark got some popcorn and something to drink, to make the whole atmosphere even more “vibey”, as he said, and you two just.. turned off your minds and watched the movie

discussing it and everything, like FELLAS, that’s the right experience! that’s how you watch a movie!!! YOU GOTTA ANALYZE THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!!!!!! ahah

in the end, when almost everyone drove away from the theater, leaving you two here with like.. only 3 other cars, mark gave a kiss on your lips, as a way of celebrating it all. it was for a fleeting moment only, yet it was so sweet and full of emotions

it was a reward, of some sort.

✰ RENJUN — museum date

there was this new exhibition at the local fine arts museum so… it wasn’t even a question that you two would literally RUN (and get a good use of the student discount ahah, it’s a lifesaver!)

casually choosing some elegant clothes which, of course, had to be matching to a certain extent – people HAVE TO see that you guys are together, plus it would look so good on the pictures

you expected lot more of people since it was the first week of the grand opening but it wasn’t that crowded. Which is a good thing honestly, you hate it when it’s sooo full you cannot even move properly

it was an exhibition of some impressionist works by some of the most renowed painters, it was a must to not only look the best, but to prepare yourself for a long day of strolling around

you usually spend tons of time in museums anyways, but this also as part of a date??? the security would have to kick you out asap.. ahah

renjun immediately reached for your hands to hold, while walking around, looking at the beautiful paintings, talking about whatever came to mind – not just about art itself, topics changed so fast you couldn’t even realize it by the time it did

being in art school meant that renjun can sometimes tell you little fun facts and tips&tricks he had learnt in uni

sometimes it amazes how well informed he is and how he knows so many know-hows.. not like you weren’t aware, you absolutely knew he’s smart AND TALENTED, but still ahah

after a good… 3 hours or so? you two decided to end the date with a quick stop at the museum shop :DDD it’s a must honestly, you gotta buy every magnet and postcard you can… especially of such beautiful paintings???!!! you would be stupid if you left without Anything

so you two bought tons of stuff… even some things you can exchange, as if they were gifts for one another :,) ahhh…

you just have to print out that picture of you two, taken in front of that big painting of mesmerizing flowers: renjun kissing you softly, hands on your waist, eyes closed

✰ JENO — stargazing

you had been planning this for literal days before… you know, getting everything together, like those cool ass lamps in a jar bottle with the led stuff, blankets you bought from a nearby art shop?? which sold basically everything??? ahah

drinks and snacks too… you were honestly So Ready to go stargazing! :D

you were supposed to go to that rather tiny park of the town which is mostly empty. that’s why you decided on going there, avoid people and stuff, just the two of you, looking at the constellations >:( honestly it’s so romantic it makes me Cringe (i crave it)

but in the end, you two decided to stay at yours instead, since your parents left for the weekend anyways, which is just a bonus: it’s the two of you in the backyard with the vast sky full of stars

idyllic??? romantic??? adorable and unforgettable??????

All of the above

at first, you two just sat down on the swing bed your father recently bought at a random flea market he religiously visited every weekend :,)

but then, to use the blanket you brought outside (what a tiresome task ahah), you two laid down on the ground instead

the first constellation you spotted was the big dipper, exclaiming when you noticed it on the sky, gently shoving jeno’s shoulder, who was rather nonchalant at first

he then, of course matched your energy, and got super super excited, especially after noticing the ursa major :D he felt like he accomplished his life goal or something ahah (hes so stupid but in a cute way)

what the cherry on top was is his hands, reaching for yours, fingers intertwining, as your heart warmed up – you looked at him, his beautiful face, and noticed that adorable eyesmile of his

life felt good. you felt at home

✰ HAECHAN — restaurant hop

he fucking hates cooking lmfao he’s all like “yo girl i don’t think we should let Me get near that oven… we might burn up the whole house IJBOL” (he would definitely use ijbol irl)

so you were like…

hyuck, you literally don’t even have to come to the kitchen bro, i will cook… which happens most of the times when you decide to stay at home for dates

but this day!!! to spare you from the tiring task of cooking!!!!!!!! he said that you guys should try out restaurant hopping

you were confused as hell honestly, like wdym you want that, aren’t you a picky mf lmfao

but he said that he’s feeling adventurous and is pretty much lazy to go hiking or anything that a sane person would go for

and he felt hungry so it was like the best choice in his eyes – you were sick of spending most of your nights at his (shared…) apartment so you agreed after like… 5 secs of persuading

you wanted to plan out where you should go and maybe book a table at some restaurant but he was all like “honey, we should be spontaneous, go with the flow…”, so you did???? Ahah

the first restaurant was not even a restaurant, it was just the first street food stall you two stumbled upon, getting something for the both of you

you didn’t want to feel full so early so you chose something light (unlike hyuck who was sure he was “alright” but after like the second stop, he was dying because his stomach was hurting “So Badly”)

you ended the restaurant hop with a donut at one of the bakeries you usually go to – you know, to finish it off with something familiar??? now lemme just say, it was chaotic, because haechan could BARELY finish it and made it your problem, whining like a little girl after every bite

like you told him not to get the biggest, sweetest and greasiest one but he was sooo sure in himself, he said he’s got an extra stomach for desserts

well… was he wrong…….

you spent 1.5 hours there!!!!!! he took so much time LMFAOXJAJX they were closing already and he still hadn’t finished

so you tried to rush him and stuff but he turned his princess mode on ahah

but at least, on the way back to his place, he bought you tulips :) it was such a sweet gesture <3

not as sweet as his donut was…… (he almost threw up the next day cause he was feeling nauseous from the food)

✰ JAEMIN — picnic date

jaemin was so excited :( he literally couldn’t stop talking about it like.. that’s right dude!!!!!! we’re going on a date!!!!!! A PICNIC DATE!!!!!

he would literally live in the kitchen before the occasion so that he can cook&bake tons of things for you to eat :) he’s so… he’s so malewife

all you’re left to deal with is bringing the basket and checkered blanket, every other things are settled! they are in his hands, under his control :D

you two went to the park which is right next to the lake – you wanted to see swans while talking about anything and everything that came to mind (he literally compared your beauty to that of a swan… which made you almost tear up like BOY YOU DID NOT… argghhh)

it was a must to start it off with the most basic and cliché thing of everything: the chocolate covered strawberries, feeding each other all lovey-dovey, tooth rottingly sweet and stuff

everyone was possibly like “okay lemme just kms” when they spotted you two, all up on each other, legs all tangled together, stealing kisses from the other, while giggling so loudly

it was SOO so idyllic, almost like you two escaped from a romance movie, or a painting. it felt… perfect, in a way?

birds singing, the sun shining gently on your skin, while you could hear the laughter of the children running around, clouds in animal shapes

then the sun slowly setting, pinkish hues taking up the sky above, everything becoming quiet as time passes by

he hugs you tightly. tighter than ever, perhaps

✰ CHENLE — karaoke

if two weeks pass by without you and chenle going to a karaoke… Most probably it’s because you broke up or something

like girl ain’t no way you WON’T go to karaoke dates… nuh huh, impossible to even think of that ??? CHENLE, out of all people

that’s the least believable thing like i promise you!

like saturday night are for the gir- KARAOKE!!!!! :P that’s how it always goes, getting ready, putting on some casual clothes, maybe eating something quick before that, and then spending the entire time singing your lungs out

you don’t even have energy by the end of it, like it… seems impossible to even crawl back home :,)

but honestly it’s all worth it, comparing your score and stuff, seeing which one of you sings better

sometimes you just open instagram and do lives too, so that your followers can pick who they liked more

(it’s always chenle’s acc though like SO MANY people follows him, he’s like a celebrity… ahah!)

haechan always comes to watch and roasts the both of you, especially when it can be seen that chenle kisses you here and there

he types “EWWWW GET A ROOM FREAKS” and thinks he’s hilarious lmfao

you always start the date with a quick and energetic song, one that boost your energy up easily and then… honestly it depends on your mood

sometimes you gotta be in your moods and sing romantic ballads to each other, as if it’s a serenade

but then again, moods swing so quickly and you can end up in a rap battle too

you would totally eat him up tbh… and he knows it so well

he finishes the date off with the most cheesiest, lovely romantic song ever… like a confession said yet again, for the hundreth time

✰ JISUNG — amusement park

it wasn’t his idea honestly

it was all you coming up with it, because there was that one roller coaster you’d always been scared to go on

and since you haven’t visited ever since you had jisung… you thought MAYBEEEE (just maybe) it would be better with him

you can at least hold onto him and stuff

he wanted to eat before the ride though… you did not let him, of course, since you didn’t want him to throw up on you AHAH

but like, why did he came there RAVENOUS? duh … you’re gonna say goodbye to your guts on the ride girl what did you expect

but you know, the ride wasn’t even the part you enjoyed the most – it was good, of course, just not that… outstanding? i guess? it was alright… especially because you could hold jisung’s hand so tightly :,) it was honestly so adorable

they should’ve taken pictures of you like you’re sure you would’ve put it on the fridge or something

but after that, you went to the gift shop, to get those silly headbands!!!!! you got one that resembled a cat, and jisung got one with a hamster >:( it was adorbs

you two looked like those IT couples that you can always see in instagram, you know, holding hands, taking silly candid pictures and then eating sooo much food

FINALLY!!! thought jisung probably ahah you got so many sweets it was like you could feel your tooth decaying lmfao

at the end of the day, you two decided to try out the freshly opened photo booth which had been going viral for weeks

it was… an experience to say the least :,) but the pictures came out prettier than ever!!!! except for the one where jisung sneezed and you got all scared because he was Loud loud ahah

but the compensation was a fleeting kiss on your cheek! which was also captured on one of the pictures :)

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

uhmm hi...i LUV ur posts..i have to rq... something along the lines of epilogue bill with a sweet needy girlfie who keeps begging to do stuff with him, but he keeps trying to play it rlly cool & nonchalant, just reading his comics cuz hes just so stubborn & consumed with his interests...so she just decides to have her way with him while he does whatever hes doing...u can take that however u want to ehe..

; /// ; im sorry if this is too much or too dumb eheh..‪‪❤︎‬ i ask on nony because im shyy...

(Lol don't worry I get it <3

Epilogue Bill x ~needy~ girlfriend

Bill sat cross-legged on the ratty old couch, comic book open in one hand, the other buried in a half-eaten bag of Red Vines. His eyes scanned the page like it was sacred scripture. You, curled beside him with your chin on his shoulder, had been pouting dramatically for the past ten minutes.

“Biiiiiill,” you whispered, dragging the syllable out, lips brushing his ear. “Baby, pay attention to me.”

“Nnnnnope,” he muttered without even looking up. “Busy. The Mutilator’s about to bisect a camp counselor with an oar. This is important literature.”

You groaned and draped yourself across his lap like a bored kitten. He barely reacted, just lifted the edge of the comic so he could still read over your body.

“C’mon,” you whined, running your fingers up the front of his faded tee. “Don’t you wanna do something fun with me?”

“I am,” he said flatly. “You’re ruining the vibe.”

You sat up a little, straddling his thighs now, face all flushed and hopeful. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Uh-huh.” Flip of a page. “And I wanna read about entrails. We all got dreams.”

But you didn’t budge. You just stayed there, looking so sweet and warm and needy, squirming against him just a little. Just enough to make him notice how soft your thighs were around his hips. He was still pretending to read — the comic hadn’t changed pages in a while — but you could see the twitch in his jaw, the way his hand flexed against the cover.

“You’re getting hard,” you whispered, saccharine.

His eyes didn’t leave the page, but his voice dipped. “Yeah, well, I’m alive. Don’t let it go to your head.”

You leaned in, kissed his neck. “Can I please ride you while you read your little comic book, Bill?”

He finally looked at you over the top of the page. His eyes were dark, narrowed.

“...You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he muttered. “You get off on me ignoring you?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, sweet and slow. “Only when you pretend to hate it.”

He groaned — full-body, annoyed and aroused and resigned. He leaned his head back against the couch and slapped the comic down on the cushion beside him.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” he said, pulling you in with one hand on your waist. “And insane. Mostly insane.”

You grinned. “So I can?”

“I swear to god, if you crease my issue of Cannibal Sluts of Swamp 6—”

You cut him off with a kiss as you ground down onto him, his breath hitching despite himself.

Yeah. He was still pretending not to care.

But he let you have your way real fast after that.

Hell yes. Buckle in — this is gonna be hot, messy, and so very Bill. First: a continuation where you start riding him while he tries to read, and he’s desperately trying (and failing) to act like it’s not affecting him. Then we’ll roll into the aftermath, where he pretends he didn’t like it… while keeping you close like his life depends on it.

You sink down onto him slow, teasing, your hands braced on his shoulders — and Bill’s whole body goes stiff under you. He exhales through his nose like he’s so annoyed, but his grip tightens on your hips like he’s clinging to sanity.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re seriously gonna do this while I’m tryin’ to read?”

“Uh-huh,” you purr, already rocking your hips, feeling him twitch inside you. “Keep going. Don’t let me distract you.”

He glares at the comic like it betrayed him. “I hate you,” he mutters.

“You love me,” you breathe into his ear, nails scraping lightly down his chest.

And the thing is? He does. He just won’t say it. Not now, not while you’re ruining him one slow grind at a time, whimpering sweet little gasps into his neck.

His breath hitches again. The comic book starts to tremble in his grip.

You lean back just enough to see his face — flushed, jaw clenched, stubborn eyes locked on the page. But he’s not reading anymore. He can’t. Not with the way your hips are moving, slick and needy and just slow enough to torture him.

“You’re gonna make me drop this fuckin’ comic,” he warns, voice hoarse.

“Then drop it,” you whisper.

And he does.

He tossed it off to the side like it never mattered, grabs your face with both hands, and kisses you hard — desperate, filthy, like he can’t believe he waited this long. You whine against his mouth as he thrusts up into you, his pace suddenly rough, fast, full of every ounce of restraint he’s been fighting.

His mouth is all over you now — jaw, neck, shoulder — biting down hard enough to leave marks.

“You think you can just crawl in my lap and ride me while I’m tryin’ to have a normal night?” he growls into your skin, voice ragged. “You’re such a brat.”

But he’s loving it.

He's so close, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies locked together. You cry out his name, clenching and fluttering around him, and that’s it — he spills into you with a low, broken groan, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle it.

You both collapse into a sticky, tangled mess on the couch, limbs heavy, breath shallow.

---

You’re curled against his chest, all soft sighs and kisses against his jaw.

Bill stares at the ceiling like it personally offended him.

“…You’re outta your fuckin’ mind,” he mutters. “Seriously. Unhinged. Who does that?”

You hum, sleepy and smug. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I was complaining.”

“You were moaning.”

He scoffs, grabs the nearest blanket to toss over the two of you. You nuzzle into his chest, fingers drawing lazy circles on his stomach, and he tenses like he’s gonna protest—

—but he doesn’t push you away.

He wraps an arm around your waist instead. Real quiet. Real subtle.

“…You creased my comic,” he grumbles.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You better.”

But he presses a kiss to the top of your head anyway. Doesn’t say anything else. Just holds you tighter.

And keeps holding you long after you fall asleep on his chest, like maybe you’re the only thing in the world he doesn’t hate.

---

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hello 🤗 can I request no6 from the drunk prompts for your event with ace?

Portgas D. Ace x prompt 6 (drunk prompts) - “okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

ofc you can, tysm for participating!! hope this is okay :) i love writing for ace eheh - I hope this is okay and that it meets your expectations! enjoy and lmk what you think <333

gender neutral reader | mention of alcohol / drunken behaviour | 808 words.

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated ♡ if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. -> from this event.

A familiar warmth rapidly spread across your cheeks as you chucked down yet another drink, Thatch swiftly preparing one pint after the other. The whole ship echoed with laughter, loud music playing in the background as a bunch of crew members tunelessly sang their usual chants.

"To us!"

The clicking sound of two glasses followed your words as you cheered with Marco. His usual seriousness was now replaced by the boldness only a good drink can give, and for once, Marco was having fun with all of you - drinking more than he could handle, playing stupid games and blurting out embarrassing things he would regret in the morning. After all, you deserved it - you had just escaped a real-life nightmare, obtaining yet another Poneglyph and surviving a clash with one of the four emperors, continuing Whitebeard's legacy and honouring his name. For the first night in weeks, you could finally let your guard down.

When Izou took your hand, letting you get up from your seat just to swing you around and luring you into a dance with him, you couldn't help but laugh, following his movements. His body felt warm against yours, his experienced hands resting on your hips as he swayed you from one direction to another. Regardless of your goofy movements, everyone was cheering on the two of you - everyone but Ace.

The fire fist remained silent, sitting on the bench you were just sharing with him, sipping on his drink and keeping his eyes locked on you. His pupils kept scanning your figure, the way your stumbled during your dance and the places Izou's hands wondered around your body. The slightest sparkle of jealousy started in his heart as he saw the love of his life in the arms of another man - someone he could never compete with. Ace wondered whether the attentions you were giving to his fellow comrade were out of affection, or love, or alcohol. Sure - every time you drank you often grew cuddlier, gifting hugs and snuggling with him and Marco; but this time it was different. This time, your body was pressed against one of the strongest commanders among the Whitebeard's crew, and you seemed to look at him the way you should have looked at Ace.

Ace was brought back to reality when you slammed your hands on the table, a loud laugh escaping your lips as you tried to keep yourself from falling.

"Hi fire boi." you called, poking his nose.

Smiling in response, Ace lightly tapped his hand on the bench, inviting you to take place next to him. Accepting his invitation, you were quick to snuggle against him, your head now resting on his shoulder.

"Had fun?"

Ace asked, his words sounding more bitter than intended. Only nodding in response, you snatched his drink off his hands and took a sip, the stinging taste of rum making you scrunch your nose. Attempting to put the glass down, you clumsily smashed it against the table, knocking down a few other drinks that were now spilling all over and soaking all of your clothes.

“Okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

Ace said, taking what was left of the glasses off your hand and helping you get up. You couldn't help but chuckle at the mess you made, worsening your staggering and only making it easier for you to fall. Ace's arm was quick to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly and gently helping you make your way to your room. The path to your bedroom was not without obstacles, and when you finally made it to bed Ace could finally relax again.

"Take this."

Ace said, taking off his shirt. Ironically, earlier that night he had spent hours searching through his wardrobe, trying to find a shirt that would suit him perfectly - he wanted to look nice, and he wanted you to notice. Yet, here he was again - standing shirtless in front of you. A giggle escaped your lips as you appreciated the sight in front of you - regardless of how many times you had seen his abs or lazily traced the freckles on his chest, Ace was still doing it for you. Mumbling a weak thank you, you changed into his clothes.

"Don't need to turn around." you teased, seeing Ace flustered reaction.

The mere act of your fingers reaching the hems of your own shirt made painted Ace's cheeks of a crimson red, quickly turning around to give you some privacy.

"You clearly had enough drinks." Ace remarked.

"Not enough to regret this in the morning."

Getting up from your bed, you walked towards him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you rested your head against his muscular back.

"Sleep here tonight, mh?" you whispered against his skin, leaving a kiss on his shoulder blade.

[bluelolblue]

The Ecstasy of Temptation

Summary: During the celebration that the D'Antonio siblings organized, with a bit of too many glasses of wine, the young omega, Santino, unexpectedly went in heat. The only one who could help him handle that was his alpha bodyguard, John, even if that meant breaking the rules of the contract. And he took great care of Santino in his heat.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 12th, (12.8.) 2023 was the day I got registered on ao3, became LittleRealSimp. The day I officially joined. The lore behind this silly username is literally me and my irl bestie sitting in a park and talking about how we're gonna name ourselves there. And we both came up with silly usernames ehehe :P. I can't believe it's already been a year, like what, A WHOLE YEAR! I was lurking on ao3 for a VERY long time, and during summer 2023, I got enough courage to start posting.

This fic is a gift for @mrssimply because really her fics were the ones that helped me get through that summer and inspired me to start working on my own fics. I remember reading those fics on the terrace, at evening, so those are really some of my favorite memories from my vacation. BUT ALSO thank you for being my beta reader, a friend, a support, helping me out so much, and all our conversations, that really means a lot to me! Thank you for reading this, too! I'm so happy you like it! <3

Ahh this all made me emotional. I'm just so happy and can't believe it was already a year, and so much had happened. What a journey, and it's still going!

1 year anniversary of me officially joining on ao3, celebrating with a new fic!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Snippet

The D'Antonio siblings threw a celebration over gaining more territory. Gianna was in charge there, greeting guests and having everything under control. Santino, on the other hand, regretted even being there.

He usually liked those celebrations only because he actually felt included and he could drink more wine. The guests were annoying to him probably because most of them were alphas and only a few people knew Santino was an omega. Gianna, his family and John who was assigned as his bodyguard. Who was also an alpha.

John knew he wasn't supposed to have anything with Santino. The contract made that very clear and Gianna's order to him not to react at his heat or his actions during it. He listened of course, but he had to admit, Santino was tempting. The omega didn't want to play by the rules, always teasing John when he had a chance to.

Tonight, John had to keep Santino in his sight all the time. With other alphas around, powerful people, anything was possible. Santino was wearing blockers, he always did when he was around people. He hated the way some alphas would look at him as if they knew.

John kept his distance, watching how Santino was on his second glass of wine and accompanied by a younger alpha. Santino didn't seem interested in the guy, he was just pretending to listen to whatever he was saying.

Luckily, Gianna came to check out the situation. She excused Santino for a moment, going to a private room.

“Don't drink too much, you know how wine affects you,” Gianna reminded him, not looking very pleased.

“I know, don't worry,” Santino reassured her, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy was not shutting up.”

“Yes, I could tell.” His sister agreed, “Just go easy on the drinks, it could trigger your heat. After all, alphas are all around.”

“I'm wearing blockers, they can't scent me.” Santino fixed his tie, checking himself out in a small mirror on the wall.

Gianna sighed, walking over to him to fix his hair, but the omega moved away.

“Your heat is supposed to come… tomorrow? Or in two days?” Gianna tried to remember his last heat, she has lost track of his cycles ever since he kinda snapped at her for doing that.

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[spaghettitm]

THANK YOU THANK YOU AHH I’m glad you enjoy them !!! If it isn’t too much trouble, I have ANOTHA idea in mind…

Headcanons for any of the idols and/or Acht X Reader with their first kiss!! Totally up to you who you choose, I don’t mind! I hope you have a great day :D

anon you give me no choice but to write every idol again (i didnt write acht because i forgot to oopsies

I DONT KNOW WHY MARIE'S IS SO .... @///@

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🩷Callie🎀

I'll start out by saying she is a REALLY good kisser.

She had kissed you on the cheek or forehead before you where dating from time to time, but she always saw it as a way of her showing affection

Your first KISS kiss was slow and gentle

It felt like heaven, her soft lips tenderly pressing against yours... WOOHOO

Afterwards, she kind of gazes at you in awe.

She gives a giddy giggle and plants littles kisses all over your face (definitely leaving lipstick all over you!)

💚Marie❇️

You two had gone on 5 or 6 dates before kissing was even an option

She straddles your lap, starting out slow.

it soon leads to a sloppy makeout sesh

you're both rolling around basically, she's on top, then your on top, and so on and so forth.

before it could lead into anything... else... she hits you with

❇️ : “ ...You'll need to take me out on a few more dinners and we can continue this ehehe ”

💖Pearl👑

To be honest, her kiss was mediocre at first.

Don't get me wrong, it was a loving moment between you two! Though, their lips were a bit chapped.

You inform her about her lips, which caught her by surprise.

She immediately applies chapstick, cursing under her breath to herself that she didn't BEFORE the kiss

This will definitely be a funny story to reminisce about with her later in the relationship!

🩵Marina🎧

She was super nervous to kiss you

Marina had to prep herself ALL DAY

You had to instigate the kiss, leaning in first, cupping her cheek etc etc

It took her a solid minute to register that you in fact where about to kiss her

Though, when You do eventually kiss her she's all in.

She holds your waist, and twirls your tentacles/hair

💙Shiver🦈

they're really bad at kissing

despite them being a 24 year old person, they've never kissed anyone EVER.

You had to show them how to kiss you

Shiver held your hand the entire time though, as if that helped at all

🧡Frye🍤

She'd let you sit in her lap for the kiss.

She struggles to keep a serious tone, making jokes the entire time.

Frye is the type of person to go *kiss* hi:) *kiss* hi:) *kiss* hi:) *kiss* hi:)

They're pretty good at kissing, for someone with not a lot of exsperience

Her teeth got in the way a little bit though

They hold onto your waist, rubbing your back slowly :333

🩶Big Man🀄

Ay ay!

Ay!

Ay ay ay ay... ay ay ayyyy!

ay ay ay~

AAAAAYYYYY.... ay.

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So.

Vee has red tears huh?

Imagine her being threatened to not to cry in front of public because she looks like she's crying human blood and it looks creepy for the kiddos, and this also made Vee despise herself for crying cus yyeah..

Vee angst brainrot because I got Vee's floor two times in a row as Vee and got a ". . ." From the cam footage (watched it fully about ten times I'm not sorry) and I'm just too overfilled with Vee energy rn rahh.

Also your new fic is absolutely adorable oh my God I'm so emotional now. Vee you magnificent little TV shaped star. Bro just let me near her and she ain't getting away from my hugs and affection for ten hours straight just mind me. / silly

Twisted Vee only!!

Twisted Vee canonically has red tears, I stole this picture from Zilla to show my sister but I'm gonna show you here too because I'm in a run and I can't take a picture myself rn ehehe

Look at that bean, look at that depressed potato

You know that gameshow she hosted made her fucking week man

Twisted Vee absolutely would feel too self conscious to cry in public in my twisted au DEFINITELY, she'd sniffle and hiccup yeah but she would force herself not to cry until she's in the car or has something over her screen. Or she breaks so much she starts having a bawling fit and runs off screaming and sobbing, going and hiding in either their truck or somewhere nobody would look. She's extremely self conscious, she hates being looked at when she's having one of her moments.

The only one who she'd willingly cry to in public is Shelly, since her dinosaur wife is easy to hide behind and Shelly Hugs make anyone feel better, twisted or not.

Toon Vee, in my aus, does not cry red glitchy tears. She cries green digital ones, well, if it's her usual preset that is. She can change her screen color, so whatever color her eyes are, her tears usually are a lighter shade of that. So if she had blue features, she'd have blue tears, such and such.

The red glitchy tears Twisted Vee has, in my au anyways, come from a system error. An unfixable one, but that's okay, it doesn't hurt her at all. They feel like regular tears to her, she had no idea they were glitchy and red until Veronica freaked out about them once lol

You and me both though, if we get near her, she's trapped in hugs for 10 hours straight and getting showered in praise and affection from me hahaha

Same with Shelly, I would hug and praise Shelly for 10 hours straight, I love these two idiots sm