#Still with that waist tho ♥

[sysig]

Dislike of fancy clothes? This calls for a fashion show! (Patreon)

[the-scythes-pen]

Ratio x Reader

I threw this together for my dear friend's birthday! ♥ sorry it's not that great tho, my brain feels fried ;w; hopefully it's still ok though... </3

edit: rip copy + paste from google docs shredded any italics </3

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“…and where do you think you’re going?”

You’re barely able to even squeak before a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist and drag you back into the warm body they belong to; the sheets falling back around your body and embracing you in tender warmth just as the man behind you does.

You can feel his breath across your neck and jaw, can feel the way his strong hands so gently caress your skin, just barely teasing the bottom of your breasts.

His voice is groggy, low, and almost a growl due to him still being half-asleep, his eyes still closed and his face buried in your hair as he just barely is able to remain conscious.

“…Veritas, I gotta get up-”

Your protest is cut off by his deep sigh, and his biceps squeezing you just a little tighter.

“I do believe I told you to keep this day free of any activities, and yet you still have something you must do…”

“I couldn’t just say I can’t go, it’s mandatory-”

“That does not sound like it has anything to do with me, does it? Thus, it isn’t my problem if you happen to be late- or neglect to show up at all.”

Now it was your turn to sigh. Why was he choosing now of all times to be stubborn? He knew you had to go, and it wasn’t like he was one to encourage this type of behaviour.

“You will not be severely punished for being late, yes? So stay with me a little bit longer.”

Oh, how you wish you could. With his firm chest against your back, his arms wrapped around you oh-so-tightly, and his scent all around you. It really was heavenly here.

“Veritas, I can’t…”

You try to move again, to swing your feet over the edge of the plush bed, but Veritas is swift to pull you tighter against him.

“Stop moving. I still have a bit of time to sleep in. Do not make me angry, darling.”

A thought passes through your mind- what if you want to make him angry…? No, no- bad- you really shouldn’t! Ah, but it is really comfy here, and you are still tired…

Your hands idly wander his forearms as your eyes close, letting out a breath through your nose as your body sinks back into the mattress. “To think that I must let you go on a day such as this…” Veritas grumbles into your ear, his voice rough and husky. “…it truly is a travesty.”

You can feel his arms squeeze you just a little bit tighter, as if he knew that you didn’t want to leave him either, as if he knew that you were a bit worried about today, and wanted to keep you safe in his arms.

It’s a few minutes before you realize you nearly dozed off like this, wrapped in Veritas’ embrace, and you decide to take advantage of his seemingly loosened hold of you- pushing his arms off of you to pull yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed.

Before you could even make it all the way up however, you were suddenly yanked right back down into bed, your back hitting the bedsheets and your head once more on the pillow; and when your mind finally caught up with what was going on, you saw Veritas’ intense honeyed eyes boring into you from above.

“I told you to not make me angry, darling.” He says in that gruff, morning voice of his. “And yet you still insist on being difficult.”

Your face blooms into a deep blush, red decorating your cheeks as Ratio smirks in response to your own reaction.

He knows how much you love his physique, how much you love to see his bulging biceps and thick pecs.

However, Veritas Ratio is also aware of just how much you love his dick.

So when he sees your eyes dart away in shyness, sees how your breath catches and how your face becomes several shades darker, he’s more than willing to bring your focus back to him.

“No no, darling, look at me when I am speaking to you.” His thick fingers grasp your chin, guiding your face back towards him before tilting your head down.

His thick, erect cock laid heavy on your navel; his tip just reaching your belly button.

“Do you really think I’m going to allow you to escape when your mere presence provokes such an animalistic response in me? No- I’m going to teach you how to take care of what you’ve caused…”

[theorphicangel]

It's Friday again. Satoru thoughts <3 day yuuum 😚 fluff fluff !!

-> playing with satorus face and cooing at him while he's asleep. Even taking videos and pictures of his cute expressions he makes in sleep. You usually refuse to show affection to this clingy big baby. when he is asleep, tho, you can't help but coo at him, muttering sweet words at him. The plot twist for tonight is that he was pretending to be asleep!!! He didn't expect you to be all lovely with him while he was asleep. <-

♥︎love u and ur works♥︎

mwah! tysm for this ask and YES the reader can’t help but be a sucker for toru no matter how many times they deny it!

you know all too well how hard he works, the ways that he tries to provide for his students, his friends & colleagues and basically for the whole of humanity, so seeing him finally rest gives an infinite amount of relief.

so on one quiet afternoon, you suddenly find toru asleep on your chest, the two of you not even halfway through a movie that he had picked. you had noticed his quiet demeanour when suddenly he stopped butting in with jokes every time the protagonist did something.

you felt his breathing slow, chest rising and falling with his eyes shut, unmoving from you. your heart squeezes at the sight of all stress, tension and anxiety leaving his face.

this is not the first time you’ve come across satoru randomly falling asleep, hence the secret photo album on your phone titled ‘toru’s sleep pics’

as quietly as you could, you begin to take pictures of your lover. Locks of pure white hair falling just over his eyelids, messy and tangled, the way that you like it.

you can’t help but stroke a few circles on his back, lulling him into a deeper sleep, as you quietly whisper words of affection.

“you work too hard ‘toru.” you begin with a sigh, “ I hope you know that I and everyone else around you appreciate you so much, even if it isn’t obvious.” your words aren’t louder than a whisper.

“please don’t ever forget that, okay? I love you too much to even think about losing you. Who would I get to cuddle with if you don’t take care of yourself properly, hmm? nanami?.”

the last part was joke, more on the lighthearted to spare yourself from thinking about the worst. however, all humour seems to drain from your face once you hear a response.

“over. my. dead. body.”

you freeze, your hands pausing their movements. “you were awake this whole time!?”

he scoffs, “and you were doing so well until you mentioned him, love, I almost fell asleep to your sweet words.” he mumbles with a cheesy smile, eyelids still heavily drooping.

playfully, you pinch his bicep. “how long have you been doing that that for?”

“only recently. I didn’t know that you took pictures of me, my little photographer.” he hums, hands squeezing at your waist.

“I didn’t.” you lie.

“right, so if I check your phone now there won’t be an album of 500 pics of me sleeping?” He question.

you hum in defeat, “touché”

send a Friday satoru thought!!

[citruswriter]

Second Meeting/Becoming Close

Listen In With Me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

A/N - Fuck it. Throwback to my Quotev/WattPad days. Time to expand this into boyfriend scenarios. Also I'm saying "getting close" rather than "becoming friends" bc uh... ya boy is aplatonic. So like... fight me.

Previous Part

Stepping out of the shower, you dried off. Today had been a long day at work and you desperately needed to clean off. Your phone vibrated, checking it you saw a text message from April. "Hey! Wanna hang out at the lair tonight? The boys have been asking about you. Guess they like you!" The text read. Contemplating your options, you shrugged your shoulders and texted her back. "Yea sure. Lemme get dressed first tho. Took a shower." Walking to your room to pick an outfit, your phone buzzed again. "Long day I'm assuming? You remember who to get there?" You chuckled softly and texted back, "Girl you have no idea. And yea, I remember. See you soon". Blinking softly, you wondered how bonding with the boys would turn out. You hadn't exactly met another mutant, let alone four to five other mutants. You were nervous, but also excited...

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Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, I do that cheesy shit where I make Reader wear the turtles signature color, Reader had golden eyes.

Pulling on some black cargo pants, a blue tank top, and some black combat boots, you snagged your phone and house keys. Snagging your grey jacket, you tied it around your waist before grabbing your bike and carried it downstairs. The streets were busy but had luckily begun to cool some as the sun set neatly on the horizon. Pedalling down the winding streets, it wasn't long before you reached the abandoned sewer. You looked for a spot to chain your bike up before lifting the heavy manhole cover. Crawling inside like you had the other day, you found your way to the lair much easier than you had the other night. "Hey guys," you spoke up as you entered. Mikey sprang up to greet you, "Heyyyyyyy dude!" He exclaimed, making you smile up at him. He shook his head softly and pointed at you, "Still not used to seeing those things". He said, referring to your fangs. "And I'm not used to seeing four mutant turtles all over six feet but here we are," you retorted and Mikey couldn't help but laugh. "Fair enough. Oh do you want some pizza? We got four cheese, pepperoni, and Hawaiian!" He offered. You laughed and grabbed a plate, snagging the pizza slices of your choice.

From the mediation room, Leo heard your laugh. Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times and stood from his seated lotus position. "By the way, where's blue?" You asked and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Right here, (Y/N)," he replied, coming into the living room. "Why? You miss me?" He teased softly and you scoffed, rolling those golden eyes of yours. "As if. Just wanted to know where your stuck up ass was," you said back but he saw the way your tail wagged more when he entered the room. "Sure thing blossom. But I think your tail disagrees with you". You couldn't help but sputter out a flustered denial, grabbing your tail and pouting. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it down. "You know, it's not a crime if you don't hate me," he said, gently pushing your head. You flattened your ears and glared at him. "I don't know, Leo. I think the police would disagree," you joked back and he could help but laugh. "Cute. But scoot. My turn to kick your ass at this game," he said, taking the controller out of Mikey's eyes. Perking back up, you grinned at him. "Ohoho. Your fucking on, blue." The next few hours were filled with the two of you jeering and shit talking each other as you two played against each other.

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, flirting

Snagging your black shorts, a band tee, and red converse you quickly dressed before grabbing your house keys and running outside. The sun was setting, so it was much more cool outside, making you opt out of your typical bike ride and instead take a relaxing walk. Reaching the manhole, you wasted no time shimmying down and jogging down the sewer halls. "Sup losers," you called out as you walked in, beelining it to April, to share your exhausting day. "Girl I need to tell you about today. So this woman came in with her three kids right? Which is like, fine and all but oh my fucking god were they hyper. Like, legit screaming and running around. At one point, one of the kids ran into the kitchen, so naturally, I picked the kiddo up and he spewed all into my hair." You shivered and April scrunched up her nose in disgust as you recounted your reason for your shower.

"Ewwww. What the fuck? So that's why you took a shower?" She questioned and you nodded. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt a hand gently grab your tail. "Sounds like a rough day. Poor kitten," Raph's gruff voice said with fake pity. You snatched your tail out of his grasp and turned to look at him, leaning against the table you had previously been bent over. "The way I oughta claw you right now," you spat back with a glare. "As if you could hurt me, kitten." He challenged, leaning down to be closer to your level, and you unleashed your claws. "Wanna test that statement? I'll add to that scar on your lip," you challenged back. "I genuinely can't tell if you two are flirting or fighting," you heard Donnie say off to the side. You laughed and ducked away from Raph. "Oh please. If I was flirting, this man would know. I'm just bullying him." You giggled, patting Donnie on the arm in reassurance as you passed by him. "Bullying isn't very nice, (Y/N)," Mikey chipped in with a fake pout, knowing that you weren't actually bullying his brother out of malice.

You tilted your head back in a laugh and Raph couldn't help but grin at seeing you getting along well with his brothers. "I'll bully you next, Mikster" you playfully challenged, dropping into a loose fighting stance, tail swaying softly. Mikey played along and dropped into a fight stance back. "Time and place," he shot back. But before the two of you could begin your play fighting, Raph piped back up. "Maybe don't fight in the living room? We don't need Leo scolding us," he said, glancing over to his brother in blue. Leo only rolled his eyes. "You're no fun, Raphie." You pouted back, crossing your arms with a pout and flattening your ears. "Oh I'm Raphie now, huh babydoll?" He teased and you scoffed. "Oh puh-lease." But you grinned at him none the less. "Welp. I'm going to work out. If ya wanna continue to annoy me, feel free to join me," he offered, walking off.

Ears flicking, you followed him. "Sure. Maybe you could use the extra weight to lift". You said and Raph shook his head. "Sure kitten. Hop on." He got himself comfortable on his bench press chair. You climbed up, somehow sprawling yourself across the bar without slipping off of it. He was originally joking but he wasn't going to back out now. At some point, April poked her head in to check on you only to see Raph lifting you on his bar still, your tail gently wrapped around his wrist.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a moth, Reader is a bit shy, Reader is wearing a dress (wear the damn dress John 🔪)

Humming to yourself, you ordered yourself an Uber before picking out a simple purple dress to wear and brown flats. Snagging your house keys, you made your way down to your Uber. Before long, you had reached your destination. You waited for your driver to leave before stalking down the alleyway beside your "destination" and slinking down to find your real destination. "Hey boys!" You squeaked out and Leo popped out of somewhere, ruffling your hair while being careful to not touch your antenna. After greeting all the boys and April, you beelined it to Donnie's lab, he was apparently working on some big project. "Hey Donnie," you said casually. Despite speaking softly though, this man still almost jumped out of his skin. Taking a breath to calm himself, he looked over to you only to find you giggling at his reaction. "That wasn't funny," he said, tone embarrassed and you simply fluttered up to his level. "Leo said you were working on something," you said, silently inviting him to tell you about his latest project. And talk he did. You fluttered around the lab as he asked you to grab certain tools.

"I'm so sorry. I-I haven't offered you a seat yet," he said suddenly, standing up to get you a chair to sit in. You gratefully sat in the chair, curling up in it and resting your wings. "W-Why didn't you ask for a chair sooner?" He questioned and you shrugged your shoulders. "Well you were talking about your project, I didn't want to interrupt. Besides, I was enjoying getting tools for you and helping," you replied, antenna twitching softly. "You think I can look at your wings today?" He questioned gently and you tilted your head in thought. "Hmmmm. Maybe not today. Sorry, had a bad day at work. Don't exactly wanna be touched". You replied and he nodded in understanding. "I can understand how that feels. I get like that too".

He stayed silent as you began to tell him about your day, occasionally looking over at you and nodding to indicate that he was still listening to you. Eventually, you laid your head down on his table, watching him work as the two of you sat in silence. "You don't have to stay in here, you know," he said gently and your wings fluttered softly. "No I like it in here. It's soothing, watching you work." You replied, sighing deeply. You couldn't help but notice his happy little smile as he focused on his work once more. At some point you forced him to take a break, getting juice and pizza for the two of you. The two of you talked softly, you didn't really understand half of what he was saying but neither of you minded.

"Hey nerds," Raph's voice penetrated the calm environment that had comfortably wrapped the two of you and you both turned to look at him. "We're about to watch a movie, wanna join?" He offered and you turned to Donnie, looking up at him hopefully. He laughed softly, realizing you wouldn't go unless he did. Sighing, he got up and stretched. "Sure thing". You let out a moth squeak, which he couldn't help but internally melt at. You padded after him excitedly, snuggling up to him when he finally got comfortable on the couch. "Is this ok?" You whispered up at him when you felt him stiffen. "Yes it's ok. I'm just... not used to it. I'm sorry." He confessed and you nodded drawing away from him slightly to hopefully make him more comfortable but he gently tugged you back in without saying anything. "How cute," April teased and you shot her a flustered glare.

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warning: Reader has white feathered wings, Reader has long pointed elf like ears, flirting on Mikey's end, Reader wears a bra (ur wearing the bra, idc if ur flat chested)

You chose some dark orange sweatpants, a black sports bra, a grayscale jacket that was unzipped, and black some high top boots. Snagging your keys, you grabbed your bike and lugged it down stairs. You took your time cycling to the sewer, cool evening air breezing against your skin. When you finally made it to the manhole, you chained up your bike and jumped down. Stuffing your hands in your pockets you waltzed in. "Hey April," you said, nodding her way. "Heard you had a rough day, angelcakes," Mikey's voice came from the couch and you went to go sit down beside him, fluffing your wings softly to make yourself more comfortable. "Some kid puked in my hair. So I had to shower practically as soon as I got home," you muttered and Mikey scrunched up his face in disgust. "That's disgusting. But at least you're all squeaky clean now!" He said, nudging you softly with his shoulder. "Want something to eat? We got pizza." He offered and you brightened, helping yourself to the food in front of you.

"Need your wings preened again?" Mikey asked after a few minutes of silence as he gamed. You raised a brow and laughed softly, "Enjoyed preening me?" You questioned, tone light and playful. Mikey shrugged. "I don't know. It kind of felt nice to take care of you in such a way. I'm assuming it's not exactly something you let everybody do," he replied, glancing over at you for a brief moment and grinning. You laughed softly and shook your head. "No I don't. Honestly I was joking when I asked you to preen my wings. But you seemed so eager to help that I just kind of, let you. Only other people who've preened me are my parents and April on occasion. But she's not exactly too good at it." You heard April give a "hey!" from across the room and you and Mikey couldn't help but laugh. "But to answer your question, no. They don't need preened. I wouldn't mind a message though." You said, looking up at him. "Your insides or outsides, angel?" He questioned and you almost choked on your pizza in shock. "Michelangelo!" You scolded but you were smiling all the same and he couldn't help but absolutely loose it.

"I'm sorry, I had to," he said before setting his controller down to grab one of your arms, thumb messaging at your wrist. You almost instantly moaned and let you head roll back in delight, ears drooping in relaxation. "Maybe I can make you loud moaner," he teased and you took the liberty of taking your free arm to smack his chest. "I'm going to kill you, Mikey. I swear," you giggled out, wrapping your wings around you gently. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'll stop," he said. Twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep on the couch from the message he had given you. Mikey returned to his video games, chuckling and already brainstorming new ways to fluster you.

Anyways so that's that. It's cringy, I know. Trust me, I know. Lmfao. Enjoy tho.

[wavypotatochips]

Hey I love your imagines sm and I was wondering could you do a jealous mbappe x reader so like kylian brings the reader (his girlfriend) to go meet the psg team and neymar is flirting with her and kylian gets really mad? Thank you

𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: NOT YOU MAKING ME WRITE ABOUT MY POOKIE BEING THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY <//3 haha jkjk ( NeyNey is my babygorl tho) Im glad you like my imagines, thank you so much for the compliment !!! And as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've been dating Kylian for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. Spending time with him always brings you joy, and he never fails to be sweet and attentive to your needs. Tonight, you have a special event planned - you're going to meet the PSG team for the first time, and understandably, you're feeling a little nervous. It's important to you to make a good impression on Kylian's friends, who are like a second family to him. 

The event is a party hosted by one of his teammates, and you've dressed to impress. You're wearing a black two-piece set, which fits you perfectly and accentuates your curves in all the right places. Your black crop top showcases your breasts, while your 90s low-rise Ruched Flare Legging Pants flatter your figure and allow your belly piercing to peek through. To complete the look, you've chosen a pair of stylish wedge heels. You've let your hair fall naturally, and you've applied smokey eye makeup to match your outfit, now feeling way more confident and ready to make a great impression on Kylian's friends. As you approach the front door and put on your earrings, you call out to Kylian, "Babe, I'm ready!" When you arrive, you see that he's already waiting for you, with a wide smile on his face. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around you and giving your butt a playful squeeze. He suggests that it might be okay to be a little late, with a wink and a hint of something more suggestive. You laugh and playfully slap his chest, "Kylian, no! Let's go!" He pouts, but eventually relents with a playful "Okayyyy." You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, to which he eagerly responds. He opens the door for you, and the two of you step out together.

As you mingle at the party, you find yourself having a surprisingly good time. You've met and chatted with most of Kylian's teammates, except for  Neymar Jr. Although you're familiar with him from the headlines, you haven't had a chance to formally introduce yourself yet. Besides that, you've clicked instantly with a few of the other WAGS and have been dancing and enjoying the fantastic vibes all around. It's turning out to be a fantastic night. You are conversing with one of the WAGS and enjoying your drink when you feel a hand on your waist unexpectedly. When you look around, Kylian is standing behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says, leaning in to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you reply, smiling up at him.

As you turn back to your newly founded friend, you notice someone else looking at you. It's one of Kylian's teammates, Neymar, and he's giving you a flirty smile. You make an effort not to analyze his glance too much because you suspect he may be gazing somewhere else. You try to ignore him and focus on your conversation, but you can feel Neymar's eyes on you. Neymar did not see the kiss you and Kylian shared, so in his eyes you are a free woman. You glance over at Kylian, who is now standing beside you, and you can see that he's noticed Neymar's attention.

"Hey, Neymar," Kylian says, his voice cold. "What's up?"

"Nothing, man," Neymar replies, still grinning at you. "Just admiring this gorgeous lady here," he winks at you, “What's your name?”

Kylian's grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his body tensing up. "She's not just any girl, Neymar," he says, his tone low and menacing. "Ela é minha namorada. Então observe-se (She's my girlfriend. So watch yourself)."

Neymar raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't know.. just relax."

Kylian glares at him for a few more seconds before finally letting go of your waist. You can feel his anger radiating off of him, and you're not sure how to calm him down.

"Let's go outside for a bit," he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door.

Once you're outside, Kylian turns to you, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry about that, babe," he says, his voice apologetic. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"It's okay," you reply, trying to reassure him. "I know you just care about me."

"I do," he says, pulling you into a hug. "I just don't like other guys looking at you like that. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it." Kylian regards you as his first love, despite the fact that he has had a few women prior to you. He loves you more than words can express, which explains why he occasionally exhibits some possessive behavior.

You smile up at him, feeling a warm feeling spread through your chest. You know that Kylian can be a bit possessive, but you also know that he cares about you deeply.

As the night goes on, you and Kylian continue to have a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But every now and then, you catch him glancing over at Neymar, his jaw clenched tight.

Eventually, Kylian excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and you're left standing by the bar with some of the other WAGS. You are admiring the bar and remarking on how nice it is to have a home bar. That's when Neymar comes over to you.

"Hey, sorry about before," he says, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset Kylian like that."

"It's fine," you reply, trying to be polite. "He just gets a bit jealous sometimes," you let out a small laugh. 

Neymar nods. "Yeah, I can tell. But, you know, he doesn't own you or anything. You're free to do what you want."

You frown at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I know that," you say

Neymar leans in a bit closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm just saying," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "If you ever want to have some fun on the side, I'm here for you."

You take a step back, feeling a surge of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" you say, your voice sharp.

"I mean it," Neymar says, his grin widening. "I can show you a good time. Better than Kylian ever could."

You feel your face flush with anger, and you're about to say something when you hear a voice behind you.

"Get your hands off of her," Kylian growls.

You turn to see Kylian standing there, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes are dark with anger, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working.

Neymar backs away from you, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I was just joking around."

Kylian takes a step forward, bringing his face just inches away from Neymar's. "Do you think it's funny to hit on my girlfriend?" he says in a low, dangerous voice. Neymar responds defiantly, "Oh yeah? And what if I do? Que porra você vai fazer sobre isso? (The fuck are you gonna do about it?)" You feel a wave of fear and tension wash over you, knowing that things could turn ugly fast - and to make matters worse, they're teammates. Both of them have been drinking, which has only heightened their anger levels, but you're hoping that things won't escalate any further.

Quickly, you nudge some of the other WAGS for help, and they promptly move to help you push in between the boys. Both Kylian and Neymar back away from each other without trying to push any of you aside, which is a relief. As Kylian steps back, his hands still clenched into fists, he calls out, "Apenas dê o fora daqui (Just get the fuck out of here)," his voice cold and unforgiving. The loud music drowns out anything Neymar might have been saying as he walks away, and you hope that he didn't hear what Kylian said or else he might have come back looking for a fight. Nevertheless, you're relieved that the situation has been diffused without any physical altercations.

"Are you okay?" Kylian says, turning to you and taking your hand. 

You nod, feeling a bit shaken. "Yeah," you say, your voice a bit unsteady. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." In theory, he did save you when Neymar started to bother you, so you're not sure whether to lecture him or not. You simply decide that thanking him is best.

Kylian pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'll always protect you," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "No matter what."

You feel a wave of gratitude and love for Kylian, knowing that he truly cares about you. But at the same time, you can't help but wonder if his possessiveness  feels a bit suffocating. When you are around, you don't want others to be on edge.

As the night wears on, Kylian stays close to you, his eyes constantly scanning the room. You try to let loose and have fun with the other WAGS, but it's difficult to fully enjoy yourself knowing that Kylian needs constant reassurance. You can't help but feel like you're missing out on the fun as you focus on keeping Kylian calm and avoiding any further conflicts.

Finally, as the party begins to wind down, Kylian pulls you aside.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his voice soft. "I know I can get a bit jealous sometimes."

"It's okay" you say,  giving him a small smile. "I appreciate that you care about me, but I don't think threatening people is the best way to handle situations like that. While I'm grateful you came to my aid, it's important to remember that you're a public figure and your actions have consequences. I don't want to see you get into trouble because of me."

Kylian sighs, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Sometimes I forget that my actions have a bigger impact than just the immediate moment. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position, my love." He sounds regretful because he knew that before the mayhem erupted, you were having fun.

You reach out and gently caress his cheek to reassure him, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from….But of course, thank you for sticking up for me… and I still did have a lot of fun tonight."

Kylian grins, "Of course, anything for you. And just so you know, I'll always stand up for you. You're not just some girl to me, you're my girlfriend and I want to protect you."

You chuckle, "I know that. And I appreciate it. But let's try to avoid unnecessary confrontations in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Kylian agrees. "I promise to be more mindful of my actions if people try to talk to my soon-to-be-wife.”

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, “What am I going to do with you Kylian?”

“I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” he says in a playful tone causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you more," he replies, gazing at you with adoration. "And I'll always strive to be the best partner I can be."

You could see Kylian's mood lighten up as he realized that everything was going to be okay. 

You two walked back into the party and only stayed for an extra hour-or so before leaving. As you two are walking up to your house, Kylian leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You smile, feeling grateful for the amazing man by your side. "You don't have to make it up to me, Ky. I just want you to be happy."

He squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with affection. "I am happy, because I have you."

Kylian stops and faces you as you both approach the front entrance of the house.

He leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and tender against yours. "You are my world, Y/N I love you so so much,” he murmurs before sighing, “What am I going to do with you?" 

You smile cheekily, “ I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” you say, mimicking him from earlier.

He smiles, nods, "Glady," and presses his lips once more against yours.

Love and affection filled the air as you both kissed each other, and you both realized that no matter what the future contained, the only thing that mattered was that you had each other.

[wongyuseokie]

Lollipop | w.j.h

Summary: You’re distracting your boyfriend while he’s working, and you do so by sucking a lollipop, but you’d much rather be sucking him. After a few moments of teasing, he snaps and decides to indulge you by tasting just how sweet you are. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥ completed Word Count:  1898 words

Pairings: Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Age: 18+ 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, fluff. 

Content Warnings: Bad puns, terrible, terrible puns. Mentions of food and dessert. Valid mint chocolate slander.

Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (folks don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it,) pussy eating, fingering, blowjob, candy play? Dom! Jun. Daddy! Jun. Very inappropriate usage of all things sweet. I guess dessert play? Jun likes mint chocolate chip, but only when it’s in a certain context. Lots of dessert-related puns. Use of the word kitten because, duh, it’s me. Hickies. Use of the pet name Princess. Praise kink. 

Authors Note: Written for the Candy Land Collab hosted by the lovely @sunnylovespickles, check out the masterlist here and support all the amazing writers here. 🍭 Authors Note 2: Thank you very much to @wooahaeproductions (even tho I still disagree with your love for mint chocolate chip) and, @onlyhuis, @sunnylovespickles, and @himbocoups for looking over this for me. 💕 Authors Note 3: thank you thank you a million times again @wooahaeproductions for helping me write out the ending for this fic ❤️ Authors Note 4: If this fic looks remotely familiar, lol. It's because I once wrote a Joon fic with this exact premise, but since it didn't go too far. I repurposed it for this. Cross-posted to AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“I’m trying to work. Can you stop being so distracting?” Jun huffed out as you kept staring at him while sucking on a lollipop. 

“Oh, me sucking on something ball-shaped is distracting?” You joked, making Jun glare at you.

“Easy kitten, don’t test me,” Jun warned with a sly smile, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll be in the living room. Join me once you’re done?” you suggested, and Jun nodded, waving you off. 

“I’m done, kitten,” Jun said later as he joined you on the couch.

“What?” you said innocently as you licked your ice cream. 

“You’re seriously becoming way too comfortable with pushing me,” Jun mumbled, glaring at you as you took another lick at the ice cream. 

“Want a taste?” You asked, and Jun grinned. 

“I guess,” Jun said, pulling you onto his lap and pressing his lips to yours, slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Jun growled into the kiss, and you smirked against his mouth. 

“Mint chocolate?” Jun asked, looking very offended, and you shrugged.

“This is why you ask what people are putting in their mouths before stuffing your tongue inside,” you said, continuing to lick the ice cream. 

“It didn’t taste that bad, not when I tasted it off your lips,” Jun said, shrugging. 

“Okay, I’m getting something else, though,” Jun said, getting off the couch and heading into the kitchen. 

“Shall I turn on a movie? You can cuddle me and get yourself something sweet?” you offered, and Jun smiled at you. 

“Bite,” Jun instructed halfway through the movie, holding a row of Cadbury in his mouth and turning to you. 

“Why?” You asked, and Jun glared at you. You laughed, crawling into his lap and taking a bite of the chocolate. However, Jun was quicker than you and suddenly kissed you as you bit into the chocolate. You moaned into the kiss as the chocolate started to melt as the kiss began to get heated. 

Jun’s grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel his length hardening against your core. 

“So sweet,” Jun said, his lips coated in chocolate as he pulled away from you and swallowed the remainder of the melted chocolate, 

“Fuck, that was hot,” Jun mumbled.  

“Tastes way better than better mint, though,” Jun said cockily, earning a scoff from you. 

“Wait, stay here,” you said, climbing off his lap slightly clumsily as you were still floating from the kiss and headed into the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream. 

“What the hell are you doing with the can?” Jun asked as you emerged from the kitchen, grinning as you approached him and crawled onto his lap, 

“You said you have a week off, right?” you asked, and Jun nodded.

“Why, oh my god, that’s cold!” Jun yelped as you sprayed a generous amount of whipped cream onto his neck. 

“My shirt!” Jun cried out, and you rolled your eyes. You latched your lips onto his neck and sucked, licking and running your tongue over his neck, leaving marks. It wasn’t something you could do very often, so you took great liberty in marking your man. 

“Still complaining about the shirt?” You asked as you licked the whipped cream off his neck and swallowed every drop. You moved your mouth away from his neck to admire your work and smirked when you saw it was all different shades of purple coated with a slick sheen of your saliva and slight specks of white from the whipped cream. 

“You realise that you just gave me hickeys?” Jun said, his eyes going wild with lust.

 “And?” you teased, and Jun snapped. 

“On your knees, princess, don’t make me ask again,” Jun commanded, and you knew better than to challenge him. Mainly because the tone in his voice made you realise that not only was he in charge but that you were awaiting an especially sweet punishment. Jun pulled his shirt off and moved to remove the grey sweats already hanging dangerously low on his hips. 

“Fuck, your body is so nice,” you praised.

“Problem?” Jun asked as you traced his abs. 

“Nope!”

“Now, you, my darling, are the reason I will have to wear a turtleneck in the middle of summer. So, how will you make it up to me?” Jun mused as he laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to his hardened length, the outline of his cock so painfully prominent through his boxers. 

“Let me taste you?” You asked, smiling and batting your eyelashes at Jun. 

“Good girl,” Jun said, and you smiled at him. 

“Wait, what?” Jun said, hissing when he felt a cool sensation on his hardened cock.

“You minx, you work way too quickly,” Jun remarked when he realised that he had barely time to notice when you had pulled his cock out of his boxers and sprayed whipped cream onto his length. 

“Oh fuck, good girl,” Jun groaned when you wrapped your lips around the thick head of his cock, moaning as you tasted the saltiness of his arousal and the sweetness of the whipped cream. You twirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, licking and lapping at the sweet concoction. 

“Fucking hell,” Jun groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

Jun moved to thread his hands in your hair, making you slightly choke on his length. 

“Good girl, can I fuck your throat?” Jun asked, and you tapped his thigh, letting him know it was okay to do so. Jun slowly started to move, allowing his cock to thrust in and out of your mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Jun cursed as you hollowed your cheeks, allowing yourself to take more of his length in your mouth. You moaned, tasting him and relishing it. 

“Fuck, baby, I need to cum inside you. Get up,” Jun said hurriedly and gently pulled his cock out of your mouth. Jun bent down and picked you up, his large arms holding you softly before they slowly threw you back onto the couch.

“Undress, and by the time I’m back from the kitchen, you better be naked with your legs spread for me,” Jun ordered before heading into the kitchen. 

You heard Jun rummaging around in the kitchen, and you could only hope that he wasn’t breaking anything in there. Not that it’d kill your sex drive, but it’d just be a mess to clean up later. However, when you heard no other noise except rummaging, you stripped yourself and sat back on the couch, legs spread out and waiting. 

“I said I liked mint chocolate, right, only when I tasted it on you?” Jun said, and you nodded slowly. 

“Spread open, princess,” Jun said as he placed a cold spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream on your clit and let it slither down to your entrance, making you whimper and clench around nothing. 

“Fucking hell, Jun, so cold,” you whimpered. You didn’t necessarily mind the coldness, but you minded the fact that his tongue wasn’t there to absolve you of your arousal. 

“Let me taste,” Jun said before kneeling and throwing your legs over his toned, broad shoulders. 

“Oh my god, Jun, so good,” you moaned out when his warm tongue enveloped your clit, while two of his slender fingers thrust into your cunt. 

The sensation of his warm tongue, and his cold fingers, pushing the cold ice cream into your pussy was enough to make you start to unravel very quickly. 

“Oh god, Jun, so good,” you kept singing praises as your hands moved down to thread in his hair, and you tugged on it, making him groan against your clit, the vibrations being enough to send you head barrelling into your first orgasm. 

“Jun, fucking hell, I’m cumming,” you moaned, bucking your hips to meet his tongue, and Jun smirked against your pussy before pulling away. 

“What the fuck, Jun?” You chided as he grinned.

“Baby, you’re going to cum on my cock, and I’m cumming inside you. That’s the perfect sweet treat. It’s called a cream pie,” Jun said smugly, earning a groan from you. 

“You really need new material,” you said, laughing at his joke. However, your laughter was short-lived the minute Jun pushed into you, making you gasp.

“Still want to laugh at my jokes?” he challenged, smirking at you.

“No, fuck, just fuck me,” you begged, and Jun nodded.

“Gladly, my princess,” Jun said, throwing your legs over his shoulders allowing him to push into you deeper. 

“My sweet little girl, do you like when I fuck you this deep?” Jun said, thrusting into you. 

“Yes, Daddy, I do,” you moaned out. 

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Is my kitten close?” Jun asked.  pounding into you. 

“Yes, fuck me harder, baby,” you said, digging your nails into Jun’s perky ass, making him snap his hips harder into you. 

“So close,” you choked out, and Jun growled, starting to lightly slap your clit. 

“Jun, cum inside me,” you begged, and Jun nodded. 

“Still want a cream pie?” Jun asked, making you glare at him only for him to fuck into you harder.

“Good girl, I can feel you close to cumming. Come on, cum on my cock,” Jun said, and you could barely mumble out a ‘yes’. Jun nodded, reaching down to rub your clit, making you unravel and fall apart on his cock, screaming his name as you came around him. 

“Fucking hell, baby, I’m going to cum,” Jun said, and you nodded, relaxing as you felt him fill into your cunt with his warmth. 

“So fucking good,” Jun mumbled slowly as he gently pulled out of you and crawled next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a soft kiss.

“So, we need to clean this place before we get ants, but did you enjoy your cream pie?” Jun asked, giggling, 

“Such a fucking dork,” you said, laughing into his chest, 

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Jun said, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Okay, ten minutes, and then we need to clean up,” you suggested, and Jun groaned.

“Ugh, fine, shower sex?” Jun said, and you laughed.

“I didn’t hear an objection?” Jun said, smirking, and you smiled at him. 

“Fine, you instantiable freak, shower sex, but you’re helping me clean up,” you agreed, and Jun nodded. 

“Just one more thing, kitten, mint chocolate chip really only tastes good when I lick it out of your even sweeter little cunt,” Jun teased, and you smacked him lightly in the chest.

“9 minutes, Jun,” you warned, making Jun laugh. “I just remembered a new word I learned today, and maybe we should practice its meaning instead,” Jun said

“Oh? What’s the word?” you asked

“Fika. It means to take a moment and slow down to appreciate the little things in life.”

“Hmmm,” you nodded.

“So, how about we try that?”

[alovesongtheywrote]

nightmare academia puts me through the ringer EVERY TIME and i love it

♥ Summary: in a few chapters, it's gonna get worse!! for now tho... In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, case stuff ensues and you prepare for heartbreak. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: cops. cops being terrible, cops exploiting the system, and cops shaming a woman for being a sex worker. also, violence, implied violence, and past violence.

♥ A/N: holy shit, this chapter is Very Long

♥ Word Count: 4885

Series Masterlist

♥♥♥

In the weeks that followed, Spencer brought the BAU to you.  Of course, not everyone could make it.  Kate Callahan was off raising her children.  Penelope Garcia was the target of several  hitmen (whereas Frank was probably the target of a single hitman.  Massive difference.  Trust me.)  And Derek Morgan remained at Quantico with Garcia- so you really weren’t sure what to expect.  The agents you had the strongest feelings about were out of commission.  The last time you’d met his team it did not uh, how would you put it?  End well?  So you were- justifiably- a touch guarded.

That changed. Eventually.

It started with Adam.  

At that point in the investigation, local law enforcement had only shown your friend cruelty, distrust, and skepticism.  Honestly?  You were about to start biting people about it.  (Yeah, maybe it would have gotten you arrested, but at that point, you did not care.  At the very least, biting would make you feel productive.)  You were well and truly prepared for Spencer’s law enforcement team to behave in a similar manner to the local cops- and to be honest, you probably should have been.  Most Feds would carry that same suspicion and distrust, and if they didn’t they were probably faking it to try and get a confession.  

The BAU, however, are not most Feds.  For several reasons.  Either way, you were well and truly prepared to maul the next person who treated your friend like garbage, fed or otherwise.  There was never a need.

The BAU showed Adam basic decency.  They didn’t talk down to him or dismiss him as a demeaning stereotype- and yes, that was the barest of bare minimum, but it was still something.  While they regarded him with mild suspicion for the first like, two minutes, it only took the team that same two minutes to come to the conclusion that Adam was innocent.  After that, the BAU was just as dedicated to clearing Adam’s name as you were.

“Adam had an incredibly emotional response when we mentioned Frank,” Hotchner explained to the local detectives, “He’s genuinely devastated by what happened.  He couldn’t have done this.  Even if he did attack Frank, it wouldn’t have been a clinical hit.”

“Emotions tend to make things messy- we would have seen something much more personal, with more violence and more remorse,” Rossi added.

The detectives did not listen.  The detectives did not care.  

“I’d say a gunshot wound is pretty messy,” one laughed.

“Yeah,” another jumped in, “Try telling the vic’ that things aren’t messy.”

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming, but you didn’t stay entirely silent.  If the detectives weren’t going to give a shit on their own, then you were going to make them.

“Have you actually?” you asked, crossing your arms, “Have you spoken to the victim?”

“Eh, someone else got around to it,” the first detective asked, looking at his partner with the special kind of uncertainty that came with getting called out.

“Did you read the report, then?”

“Well, I’m on the case, aren’t I?”

“Answer the question, detective.”

In the telling silence that followed, Rossi had to turn away to hide his (failed) attempt to suppress a grin.  Hotchner looked proud, despite not knowing you very well.  Spencer looked like he might grab you by the waist and kiss you until you were out of breath.  He didn’t, though, for lots of reasons- his boss was there, he hadn’t asked you if you’d like to be kissed, there was more serious stuff to focus on, and like… you already looked fucking pissed.

The detectives just looked embarrassed.  

“I- uh.  I’ve skimmed it,” the first detective stuttered out.

“Yeah, cool, not good enough,” you nabbed the case file from a nearby desk and pressed it into the officer’s hands, “Consider reading the report.  You’ll find that the victim disagrees with you.”

Both detectives stared at the file as if they were seeing it for the first time- as if they were seeing a file for the first time.  You sighed.

“Detective, if I may ask, how much overtime have you put in on this case?”  the man in front of you blanched at your question.  You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so fucking angry, “Cool.  I thought so.”

“Ough,” Rossi winced with faux sympathy, “Overtime?  And you haven’t even read the case file?”

“Hey, we’ve been very busy these last few weeks!”

The second officer nodded, “Just last week, we had five break-ins in the downtown area.”

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” you turned to leave before doubling back, “But before I go, I need to ask- do you care about the wellbeing of the break-in vics the way you care about this case?  Do you care about all victims so dearly?  Or do you treasure their testimony the way you “treasure” the testimony in this case?”

“What?  What are you saying, what do you-”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume it’s the latter.”  

“What?  Okay, what the hell do you know about police work-!”

“They’re an expert criminologist,” Spencer said, seething slightly.

“Dr. Reid is right.  I know a thing or two about crime- and if I’m just gonna put it this way.  I’ve seen the data.  I’ve heard testimony from victims and offenders.  I know the local and nationwide statistics for unreported crimes.  You’re concerned about the victim hearing that his case isn’t messy?  Look me in the eye and tell me that you’ve never told a victim that their situation- their serious situation- was a waste of police time.”

The officers couldn’t look at your face, much less your eyes.  You had done what you needed to do.

“You wanna solve crimes?  You wanna be the hero?  Then take a goddamned ethics class, read your fucking case files, care for your community, and do your fucking job.”

The detectives tried in vain to defend themselves.  They were unsuccessful- especially in the face of the three FBI agents that immediately backed you up.

“Dr. (L/N) is right.  The number of unreported crimes will astound you,” Rossi said, smirking like the little shit that we all know he is.

“This is especially prevalent with sexual assault cases, theft and scams, and other crimes where the victim may feel a sense of embarrassment- or crimes where the victim feels like their case won’t be taken seriously,” Spencer added in a very Spencer-like way.

“And everything you need to know about this crime is in the file.  If you’d read it, you’d know that the victim is very insistent that your guy didn’t do it, and one could say that, oh, I don’t know, he’s a strong eyewitness.  He is the victim and all,” Rossi continued, getting their asses.

They struggled to respond, “Well- I-  We-”

“And even if you discount the eyewitness testimony, there’s still the matter of alibis and ballistics.  Security cameras have placed Adam away from the community center at the time of the shooting.  The ballistics aren’t a match to any weapon that Adam has ever come into contact with.  Even if they were a match, he hasn’t handled a weapon since his release from prison as a condition of his parole.  But if you had checked the file, you’d know that,” Hotch added, also smirking like a little shit, but with a slight edge to it- that edge, kids, is called “pissed off authority figure.”

“Hey, it-”

“It just sounds like poor police work to me,” Spencer had the biggest smirk of all- the smirk of a little shit who’s proud of his team and of his hot co-professor, “Had you actually done any of your research, you would realize that the suspect you have in custody is being held on police bias and circumstantial evidence.  Any good lawyer can get this case thrown out, and then where will you be?”

His smirk turned to a full grin when you shot him a small smile of your own.

The detectives continued to sputter out responses.  For once, the second one spoke, “Now, we may not be fancy FBI agents, but this precinct has a solid track record of convictions-”

“Were those convictions based on circumstance and bias?” Neither detective answered Spencer’s question.  He continued, “Even if this precinct had a perfect track record, that wouldn’t make it invulnerable to mistakes- and even if it did, you would still have the responsibility of approaching each case like professionals to ensure the wellbeing of victims, suspects, and families.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you slid forward, putting a hand on Spencer’s arm, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go speak with the victim.  His name is Frank, by the way.”

And just like that, you pulled Dr. Spencer Reid away- and he did not resist in the slightest.  In fact, he held the door open for you as you exited the precinct.  Rossi was pretty sure he saw the kid get behind the wheel.

As the detectives scurried away with their tails between their legs, the older agent let out a long whistle.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that our young Dr. Reid is officially smitten.”

“He was smitten the last time we were here,” Hotch said, pulling another copy of the case file from seemingly nowhere- one of his many unit chief powers.

“Yeah, yeah, but this time it’s bad.  Garcia’s gonna be mad that she didn’t get to see it.”

Hotch nodded, solemnly.

“Y’know, I think the three of them combined could probably take down the whole FBI.”

“You’re right,” Hotch snapped the file closed with a tiny little proud-dad-type smile, “We’re awfully lucky that they’re focused on something else at the moment.”

-

Missy got your guard to drop further.

Initially, she was hesitant to have the Feds drop in on Frank’s case- you both were.  You were used to local law enforcement treating her like shit.  You didn’t stand for it- every time a cop or lawyer so much as dared to look at her wrong, you bared your teeth like a damn dog and threatened to bite where it would hurt.  Y’know.  Lawsuits.  Missy wasn’t exactly a pushover, either.  She was one of the strongest people you knew, and you were well aware that she could hold her own.  If Missy wanted to be scary, she could be fucking terrifying.

Still, it was a little exhausting to fight all these battles against people in positions of authority who were so convinced that their series of events was correct, and anyone who went against it was nothing more than a lying ex-con.  Having the BAU in your pockets certainly helped with that.

“I already told you what happened.  I’ll tell you a thousand more times if I have to, but the story isn’t going to change,” Missy groaned, voice muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

“Okay, then.  We’ll go over your testimony again.  A few more times, if you don’t mind,” One of the local detectives smirked, ignoring the death glare you sent her way.

“Fine.  Frank was walking me to the community center.  I was taking a class on resume writing.  It was cloudy, not raining, but cold.  We came around the side of the building when a man in a leather jacket walked around the corner.”

“And what did this man do?”

“He- he shot Frank.  He tried to kill my-” she took a shaky breath.  You put a hand on her arm, aiming for gentle comfort and reassurance.  Missy nodded, letting you know you’d hit your target.

“Did you see his face?” The officer continued.

“No.  He was wearing one of those bike helmets that block off the person’s eyes- but I swear, it wasn’t Adam.  This guy was too bulky.  Adam’s made of wires, he needs to eat more.”

“You seem to have a lot of affection for Adam,” the detective leaned forward, “Now, we know you’ve claimed to be in a relationship with Frank- but could you describe your relationship with Adam for us?”

“I already said it!  I took a couple classes with him!  He’s a friend, that’s all.”

“Mhmm.  That’s all.  And in your previous line of work- the one that earned you a prison sentence of twelve months and a little over minimum wage- you had a lot of ‘friends,’ yes?”

“Excuse me?” your fingers bit into the table that separated you from the cop.  You had half a mind to jump over the thing and throttle the smug detective sitting before you.  

“What?” Missy growled, “You think just because I used to hook I fuck all my friends now?  I’ve taken a few classes with Doc (L/N), I haven’t fucked them!”

You nodded in solemn agreement.  The detective shrugged this off, ignoring everything that came out of Missy’s mouth.  When she spoke again, her voice rang with the faux pity of someone who held themselves leagues above Missy.

“You know, I can see why you were looking at writing up a resume- your old line of work is so degrading.  You know you’re never the same, afterwards.  You can never wash off the shame.  You’ll always be a little broken.  A little-”

“Okay, that’s enough-” you stood up, slamming your hands down on the table.

“Hey, fuck you, man-” Missy leaned forward, “Don’t tell me what hooking did to me.  You don’t know me.  You don’t fucking know.”

“And now you’re lashing out.  Poor thing-”

“Detective Foy.  A word,” Tara Lewis, a newer BAU agent who you hadn’t really had the pleasure of meeting materialized in the doorway like a perfectly timed ghost, ready to right some wrongs and keep you from committing a murder.  Her request for a word was perfectly intimidating, disclosing the not-so-secret secret that the request itself was not actually a request.  

“I’m sorry, Agent, I’m in the middle of an interrogation-” 

“It’s not an interrogation.  You’re questioning a witness.  Agent Jareau will handle things from here.  Now, a word?”

You and Missy watched as the detective slunk out of the room with her tail between her legs.  Moments later, JJ joined you, but she didn’t bother to start a line of questioning.  Instead, the three of you watched in giddy silence as Tara Lewis destroyed Detective Foy where she stood.  You couldn’t hear her through the glass, but you could vaguely read the words, “You are a police officer meant to serve and protect the people in your community, and uphold the law.  You should educate yourself on the law, and on what it means to serve and protect.”  On her lips.

You could’ve been off on that translation, but either way, it was sick as fuck.  By the time Tara was finished, you and Missy were barely holding back your laughter.  You probably would’ve held it in if JJ hadn’t turned around with a pleased grin on her face.

“Ok, well, I’ve known Agent Lewis for about three minutes, and already I adore her,” you cackled.

“Oh, she’s excellent,” Missy said, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Well, we certainly like her,” Jennifer grinned, clearly proud of her teammate and happy to see that someone outside the BAU had taken notice.

A few moments later, Tara re-entered the room with a tired sigh on her lips.  It didn’t take her long to realize that you were all staring right at her.

“What?  What is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, we just think, as a group,” you looked around like you were the leader of the world’s weirdest (and maybe coolest?) group project, “That you are, objectively, excellent.”

“Yep.  Not bad for a Fed.”

Again, you nodded in agreement, “I concur.”

Tara raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, “Thank you?”

Missy gave Tara a thumbs up.  You followed her lead.  Not really knowing what else to do in this situation, and figuring there was no harm in joining the madness, Tara returned the thumbs up.

“Well, like we said, we’ll take over the questioning from here,” JJ took a seat as she spoke.  Tara joined her at the table.

“So, after Frank was shot, did you see where the attacker went?”

“No.  I was kind of focused on my partner bleeding on the ground.”

“That’s fair- but try to think back.  Did you see anything in your peripheral vision?  Did you hear anything?”

Missy paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, she still sounded lost in thought, “I heard a bike.  It makes sense with the helmet- I think it might’ve been a Yamaha?”  

“Wait, you can tell which brand a bike is by the sound?” you asked, not disbelieving Missy, but distracted by the new knowledge that a person could do such a thing.

“If you let me think about it, I could probably give you the make and model.”

“Holy shit, really?” your eyes were wide.  Your expression betrayed just how bewildered and impressed you were by vehicle knowledge.  It might’ve been basic knowledge, but fuck it, the author can’t drive.

“Oh, absolutely- different bikes make different sounds.  Cars are similar,” Tara nodded her agreement.

“You can tell cars apart by their sounds!?”

“Yeah?  Can’t you?” Missy turned to face you, slightly bemused.

“I can tell that they’re old?  Or like, electric, I guess?”

“Okay, when this is all over, I’m giving you a lesson.”

“I’d like to get in on that,” Tara added.

“Excellent!” Missy smiled, “Now everyone shut up and let me think.”

-

The way the BAU treated Frank dragged your guard down further.  They were gentle, but not dehumanizing or infantilizing.  They just treated him like a human person, and you found that neat, and more importantly, Frank found that neat.  

Also, the BAU laughed at Frank’s anecdotes and jokes.  I will be fully honest.  That was more of a relief to you, especially because a decent chunk of those anecdotes and jokes were about you murdering the shit out of Spencer Reid using nothing but your words.

It really started on that very first day, when you and Spencer had gone to visit Frank.  He could see it from his hospital bed- Spencer’s hand on your shoulder, the way Spencer was very clearly trying to comfort you from some unknown upset, and that was it.

Frank said, “Wow.  Those two have sure come a long way from Doc telling him to go die in a ditch.”

And JJ, who had been questioning him, choked on her coffee and wheezed out a, “What?”  

And that was pretty much it.  Frank explained that Spencer had pissed you off, you’d hit him with the “die in a ditch” thing, and he looked so sad that you literally forgave him the next day.  (He left out the bit about the stabbing, because stabbing doesn’t just kill people, it kills moods.)

From then on, Frank was the premium source of gossip on you and Spencer.  Of course, Missy got in on it, too.

When they told Rossi about the time you’d called Reid a “shit-licking asshole fed,” the agent laughed so hard that he literally couldn’t speak for a solid minute.  Was he a big fan of the anti-fed talk?  Not particularly.  But you had gone at it with such gusto, and with such anger, that he couldn’t help but cackle.  

You knew none of this, but you knew that everyone involved seemed happier after the BAU took the case.  That was good enough for you.

-

Your guard fell because of Spencer.

Wasn’t that always the way this was going to go?

While the BAU took care of your friends, Spencer took care of you.  He made sure you got home safe.  He kept you in the loop about everything case-relevant.  He made sure you remembered to eat, which was kind of hypocritical of him, but oh well.  He offered to drive you to and from the hospital, which was a fun kind of hell, because the man obeyed every traffic law ever made, but you got to bully him for it, so it all evened out in the end.  He distracted you from the nightmare you were living through by offering fun facts.  He made the nightmare better just by being him.  

And he was the one to get Adam out.  

He didn’t announce this victory to you.  He just showed up one day, at the hospital, following behind Adam as the newly freed man burst into Frank’s room.

“Frank!  Hey, are you good man?  I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, I would’ve been, but you know how it is with cops.”

“Shit, dude,” Frank beamed, “All things considered, I’m not too bad.”

“Holy shit, Adam?” you let out a hospital-appropriate screech.

“Oh my god,” Missy stood from her place at Frank’s bedside to give him a hug.  For a moment, she held him so tightly that it looked like Adam legitimately couldn’t breathe.

The moment she saw Spencer lingering in the background, she switched from one wire-shaped man to the next.  Spencer hugged her back politely, and then, in an instant, she was onto you.

“You sons of bitches did it!  You actually did it!”

“Did we?” you asked Spencer, lowering your voice as Missy, Frank, and Adam enjoyed their reunion.

“We did,” Spencer confirmed, stepping closer to you until you were side to side, whispering to each other to avoid disturbing your friends, “We found bank statements proving that this was a targeted hit, unrelated to Adam.  We’ve only been able to find the unsub’s side so far, but it won’t take us long to find whoever contracted him.” 

“Shit- that’s both really good and mildly fucking terrifying.”

“I know,” Spencer answered almost too quickly, but he covered it up just as fast, “But it means that Adam is a free man.  It’s almost over, (Y/N).”

You let out a small exhale, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, “Almost.  Thank you, Spence.  For all of this, for everything-”

“You don’t need to thank me.  It wasn’t just the new evidence.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, there was this local criminology professor, maybe you’ve heard of them.  They were incredibly insistent that law enforcement look deeper into the case, and because of them, the conviction vanished.”

A smile slipped onto your face as you turned to face him, “Was that a joke, Spence?  You’re doing ha-ha funny jokes now?”

“I’m saying you did a good thing, here, (Y/N).  Look,” he nodded towards the hospital bed, where your friends were talking, beaming, clinging to each other’s hands like they’d been shot, traumatized, and separated for months- which was an accurate summary, actually.

At your side, you let your hand slip into Spencer’s, weaving your fingers between his slender ones.  You felt his grip tighten, his palm pressed tightly to yours.  His hands were warm.

“We did a good thing,” you whispered.

You pulled him closer by the hand.  You weren’t harsh or forceful, but Spencer still stumbled into you with what can only be described as a somewhat lovestruck grin on his face.

And then his phone rang.

You watched his face fall as he answered it.  His fingers drifted away from yours.  You could almost hear Hotchner’s voice on the other end.  The call only lasted a few moments, but it changed everything.  The air in the room grew heavy.  The room fell silent.

“We found the unsub.  My team is confronting him now, I-” he paused.

“They want you to go with them.”

“I have to.”

A shaky breath escaped your lungs, and you were kinda pissed at it- how dare that shaky breath reveal how you actually felt?  How dare it break free from your body, alerting Spencer that your world had just spun out sideways for the millionth time that week.

You were gonna square up with that fucking breath.

But first, without saying another word, you nodded towards the door.  Spencer nodded back.  Like that, he was gone.  You watched him go.  You stared at the empty doorway after he’d left.   The room remained silent.

I mean, it did until it didn’t- your friends couldn’t watch that and say nothing.  I don’t think anybody could.

“Holy shit, you’re just gonna let him leave without saying goodbye?” Adam asked, looking between you and the door so quickly that you were almost surprised that his head didn’t fly off.

“He’s down bad,” Frank whispered, nodding in agreement, “Go get him.”

“I- he’s gonna be back in five minutes,” you tried to reason.  It didn’t work.

“He could be back never!  He might die!” Missy ran forward, gripping your shoulders.

“He’s got a bulletproof vest-”

“THERE IS SO MUCH THOSE THINGS DON’T COVER!!” Missy progressed to shaking you, slightly, “Go get him!  Hurry, before it’s too late!”

“I really don’t know what you want me to say here.”

“Tell him you’re also down bad!” Frank exclaimed, no longer whispering.

“Down bad-?  What the fuck does that even mean,” you said, your voice growing quieter and quieter as you left the room and headed down the hallway.

“... Y’know, they taught me what ‘down bad’ means.”

“Same.”

As your friends continued to discuss, you were already halfway down the hallway, walking as fast as you could given the hospital setting.  Spencer was nowhere to be seen and you really didn’t have time to look.  You really had one choice.  The elevators.

You reached them just in time to watch that lanky noodle motherfucker step inside.

Giving up on decorum, you raced through the hospital corridor, yelling out apologies at every human person you passed- fortunately there weren’t too many, so it wasn’t like you caused a massive disturbance.  Most people just thought you were having your rom-com finale moment.  Maybe some part of you was trying to, but honestly, you weren’t really thinking about it.  You were mostly just thinking, “Shit, shit, shit, I have to get in that elevator.”

And you did!  You made it!  You stumbled through the doors and came to a stop in the middle of that tiny box.  Spencer reached out to steady you, his expression letting you in on his amused confusion.  You smiled up at him, trying not to pant- and then you came to a realization.

You had no fucking clue what the hell you were going to say.

To be fair, what the fuck is a person supposed to say in that situation?  “Heyyyy, my friends think I’m in love with you, so now I’m here, wanna talk about that before you head into a dangerous situation involving a hitman and many guns?”

Or perhaps, “Hey!  You’re a good person even though I keep insisting you aren’t one, so I want you to know that you’re a good person before I send you off to get murdered!”

Or maybe, “You’re hot, I’m hot, wanna spend the next thirty seconds doing terrible things to this elevator that will get us forcibly removed from this hospital?”

Or even, “Hi, you just did a really nice thing for my friends, and I really appreciate it, and even though I don’t express it, I do care about you a lot, so maybe don’t die in the next few hours.  For me.  Please.”

In the end, you just settled for, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Spencer replied, not taking his hands from your shoulders even though you were more than steady, “Is everything okay?”

“Okay?  Yeah,  yeah, everything is, um.  Everything’s fine.  I just-”  you froze again, because seriously, what the fuck could you say right then and there?  What could you say that would let him know everything you wanted him to know?

“Are you sure?” he looked at you, held you with such delicate concern.  You kind of wanted to partake in elevator ruining activities with Spencer until the two of you got kicked out of the hospital together. 

“Yeah- yeah!  Everything’s- I’m okay, it’s just,” you raised your hand, letting it hover between the two of you for a moment before you placed it over one of his, “Come out of this alive.  Make sure everyone else does, too, but… come out of this okay, okay?”

Spencer hesitated.  And then he wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so briefly.

“I will.  I promise.”

The elevator bell dinged.  You’d reached the parking lot.  Spencer let go of your hand with a different kind of hesitation.  

“I’ll see you soon,” he offered, “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Spencer disappeared into the parking lot, dashing out of sight and into danger.  You stood there, watching until the elevator doors slid shut and that infernal box pulled you back up again.  The humming metal lights above and the clanking metal around you harmonized into the perfect soundscape for your empty mind.

Spencer was heading into danger, as he always did.  You were returning to serve your community, as you always did.  Spencer might not come back, and you would always remain, and you realized that when the case was over, he would go back to Quantico with the BAU, and you probably wouldn’t see him ever again.

And it broke your heart a little bit.  Maybe more than a little bit.  A little bit, perhaps.

You were a long way from, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, go die,” indeed.

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[luffyvace]

Chuuya x male reader !!

just like i said i’d do :)

took a bit of time tho 😅 (i almost forgot. almost.)

if he didn’t already realize he liked guys he’d be extra flustered once he does

not ashamed

he just doesn’t know how to act around you

like he knows not to treat you terrible like dazai

but you may not be into feminine things

wait this is low key so much easier

bc he knows how guys THINK

because HES ONE

okay nvm no need to panic afterall

honestly he’s still just as romantic doesn’t matter the gender

will pummel anyone who has something negative to say about you two

if your a big scary guy he feels proud he bagged you 😭

he’s thinking “yeahh me and my s/o are so bad we so cool😎”

yup u sure are chuuya

if your a more nonchalant person or just don’t care for romance

it may seem more like bromance 🤪

if your into cars he’ll buy you the coolest, most lavish brands

if your a feminine dude he can buy you makeup or whatever it is you want

he doesn’t know you gotta tell em

just as willing to cuddle you as he would a woman

wants to be the big spoon tho

he wants dominance over everyone disregarding gender so of course he does

he thinks he’s chad

def practices how to act around you

wants you to think he’s cool so bad

he’s more likely to be more ‘tsundere’ (for lack of better words😭) in public

you know it’s just a farce

ngl he low key gets angry if someone asks who’s the dom tho

like he wants it to be visible that he is

but don’t ask

he finds it somewhat disrespectful

since its pretty much comparing you to a hetero couple

like does it matter?

why do they get to be the standard 😐

i hope you like wine as well

its easier to gift each other wines more than anything

trying each other’s wines and criticizing or complimenting them

chuuya enjoys late quiet nights with you

watching the stars

maybe some deep conversation here and there

gets angry if your taller and he has to get on your level to kiss you 😗

if your short as well he gets a confidence boost

his kisses are sensual and long if you have enough time

holds your neck and waist

loves to pepper kisses on your neck if your doing paperwork

if you work at the port mafia too it would likely be if your doing overtime

btw the port mafia is highly likely where you met

what better place to meet a cool guy??

if your not as strong don’t even worry about it he’ll always protect you

pretty cocky about it too

loves if his smirk can make you melt

if you give him a genuine compliment his eyes widen, he starts blushing and he gets butterflies in his stomach

‘tch’ *blushes and turns away*

loves to team up with you in fights

especially against dazai

appreciates if your physically strong bc then you can beat him up

since it seems to be his weakness

will subtly compliment you if your a good cook

thinks it’s better than restaurant food

“no need to eat out anymore i guess”

“you’d put 5 star restaurants out of business”

lowkey admires if you have a lot of skills/talents or hobbies bc he doesn’t have many himself seeing as though his jobs takes up a lot of his time

even if he learned some before he joined he can’t practice often

thinks it’s cool if you can find a balance

likes to watch you do things you enjoy

doesnt mean in it a creepy way of course

he just likes to see you content and happy

enjoy masculine readers! :)

♥︎

[asoulofatlantis]

For some reason I kinda, sorta somehow am looking forward to watching Elaine die XD I mean, she isn't really dead, so I really don't have to feel bad about it ;P

Anyway, seeing those Panzer-Soldat-Weapons makes me want to kill someone myself. I am pretty sure I know what Greamheart wants to do with it and I don't like the idea of being part of this at all.

These days I sometimes miss those times when we did not see the corpses in so much detail and bathed in their own blood ^^'

You have to hand it to her, she was literally ready and willing to die for Van.

This was the one of 3 deaths that were having some emotional impact on the player. But only the first time. The second time I am watching this and with no emotions at all. Falcom really fucked it up with this games deaths. Because whenever I watch Millium and Olivert die in CS3 I cry even tho I know they are alive and will be coming back in CS4. The deaths in this game are nothing but boring and even somewhat stupid at times.

A lesson we learn throughout the Trails-Series time and time again is that if you rush things in an emotional state, it will never be good. Obviously its easier said than done to stay calm and collected after watching a monster impale the woman you love, but he arshived nothing with this, aside from going to Aidios side with Elaine, which certainly is not what she wanted, or otherwise, she would not have sacrificed himself for him.

You know, I often think about the waisted potential this story could have had. If Elaine would have truly died, everything would feel so much more impactful and it would also have been really a new route to see the protagonist lose the person he loves most and struggle to move on. Also... Elaine dying as an A-Rank Bracer would also have had much more impact than some Random bracer we barely saw once or twice dying off-screen. But at the end of the day, Falcom still shys away from truly killing our main-characters...

I tell you this screen is your biggest nightmare in this game.

It is pretty annoying that we have to go to almost complete the same scene twice. They could and should have handled that differently. Jumped to a later moment and then get Vans reaction that something feels wrong. Like the moment when Agnes leaves.

(Urg. My Controller fell and wasn't working anymore. I don't seem to have a cable for my PS4 Controller and my PS5 Controller refused to connect. Getting my Switch-Controller to work is a hassle and to be honest, at this point I am too used to the X-Box controller so I rushed to the store so that I could get a new one before closing time, even tho I do not have the money this month. And just as I get back, after some fiddling, my old controller is working again. But I guess, money problems aside, at least now I do have a replacement at hand, if needed... in any case... lets continue. Although I've lost most of my motivation...)

Its called saving your ass!

Agnes might not be the one, but the way she observes and analyzes Van is pretty amazing. She can read him like an open book.

For someone who is supposed to give up her pursue at the end of this game, she is quite bold, taking his hand and all.

Something tells me I am slightly or significantly underleveled ^^'

I have to admit, back in the day, this moment caused me a slight second or two of panic.

Ah... my two beautiful children. It has not been this long, but I still have missed you ♥

[beanswrites]

Headcanons for characters Pt. 7: Comforting you because you feel insecure, The Main 6 from "The Arcana"

Hi everyone!

I know it's kinda unfair that I'm putting this out and writing this first when many people are waiting for their requests, but I needed to-

Not only am I, as well, having a wave of insecurity, but one of my dear followers @bluhame (I have no idea why it says that I can't tag them, but here's the link to their page https://bluhame.tumblr.com/) requested this because they have also been insecure lately. Bluhame, just so you know, you are perfect just the way you are, and we love you ♡︎

And so do these characters!

For anyone feeling insecure, or generally having bad thoughts about yourself, today's headcanons will be how The Main 6 would react and comfort you when you feel insecure. Hope you enjoy <3

masterlist | rules for requesting

Asra Alnazar ☾︎:

You were in the shop, broom in your hands as you swept the floor after a day of working. Usually, this part of your day was when you reflected on how you helped people, how you and Asra did great work together. Today wasn't like that.

A few hours earlier, some rude drunks on the street told you that you don't deserve to be Asra's apprentice. Too stupid, too messy, too clumsy, too ugly. All of the things they said circling in the back of your mind, tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes.

The insecurity you had wasn't only just because of what those men said. It was building up for some time, the glass slowly getting fuller with each bad comment or an insult you've got. Maybe they were right. Maybe those men, maybe everyone who's ever said something like that was right, and you really didn't deserve to be the great magician's apprentice, let alone his lover, and-

"MC, my star, what's wrong?"

They quickly approached you, cupping your face gently with their arms. Their thumbs were wiping your tears, while they slowly kissed your forehead over and over.

"Please, MC, talk to me... You know you can tell me anything, right?"

When he found out about your insecurity, Asra made sure to remind you, each and every day, just how important you are to him. The second the words "You could have a better apprentice, a better partner.." left your mouth, he started leaving kisses all over your face.

Asra is a simple person. To them, tea = comfort. For the insecurity you have about yourself, about your personality and habits, they are going to talk to you over and over about how much they love you, need you, and how they would never want anyone else, over a nice cup of tea.

And for the insecurity over your body? Well, he's going to lay you on the silky comforters, light up some lavender-scented candles, and kiss and caress every single inch of your body, until you believe that you are absolutely perfect.

Julian Devorak ♥︎:

Julian knows how bad doubting yourself is. Hey, he's been through it! And he would never let those thoughts show, keeping them buried 6 feet under in his heart. But you? But the perfect, smart, gorgeous, incredible you? He'd never let you feel like that. Not if he has a say in it.

He first noticed something was off when you started to refuse to wear anything that wasn't baggy or oversized, which quickly progressed into you wearing his shirts all the time.

"Ehrm, doll? Even tho I love it when you wear my shirts, and you do look incredible in them, why don't you wear your own clothes anymore?"

Maybe he could have believed that you just liked the oversized fit the first time, but it's not possible to believe it for this long. The moment he realized that you were insecure about your body was when he found you twisting and turning in the mirror with a disgusted look on your face.

"MC, darling, what's going on? Why are you doing that?"

His long arms went around your waist, bringing you down to sit in his lap. He stroked your back a few times and kissed your collarbone.

"So that is why you never wear your things anymore... How do you not realize that you are the sexiest, most gorgeous person in all of Vesuvia? I still can't believe somebody like you would even look at me, let alone love me!"

Julian would go with his fingers through your hair, kissing your lips and telling you how you are the most important thing in the world for him.

Nadia Satrinava ♔:

You usually weren't like this. Confident, bubbly, sweet and proud - that's what everybody knew you as. Everybody assumed you loved yourself, because why wouldn't you? Nadia has never seen such a flawless person, so beautiful and perfect. It's a shame you don't see yourself in the same way.

So, of course, when she found you silently crying in your room, almost stripped bare as you were only in your underwear, she was taken aback.

"MC, dear, I'm sorry for not knocking... May I come in, lovely? I want to help you, whatever it is.."

Even tho you didn't want the countess to see you like that, it was her palace after all, and you did need her love more than ever.

"Oh, precious.. Please, talk to me, what's making you feel this way?"

The truth was - everything. Your skin, your belly, your hair, your mind. Everything. Yeah, sure, there were days when you felt confident and awesome in your own body, and there were days like these, when you felt horrid and worthless.

Nadia leaned down as she sat on the bed next to you, and you've expected her to give you a kiss on the lips but, she didn't. She kissed you shoulder, over and over, murmuring into your skin how perfect you are, and how much she loves you.

"MC, you are the most stunning creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on!"

For the rest of the afternoon, she will take you in her arms and make sure the only thing you're concentrated on is her heartbeat. All she wants is for you to realize how much she loves you.

Muriel ❁:

You and Muriel are almost complete opposites. He's big and quiet, and you are smaller, but much more confident and louder. That never came as a problem between you two (opposites attract, after all). However, with you two being completely opposite and living together, Muriel has gotten used to a bit noise that was brought in his hut. Naturally, he got suspicious when he came home and it was completely quiet.

"MC..? Are you home..?"

His heart completely sank when he found you crying in the living room, wrapped in one of his cloaks. At first, he thought that you missed him (which.. you did, but it was more than that), but soon he realized it was the bad thoughts you had about yourself.

The mountain man didn't need any explaining. As soon as he saw your tears, he picked you up, and carried you to your bedroom, placing you on the soft furs.

As soon as you were laying on the bed, Muriel laid down next to you, wrapping himself around you. It felt as he was protecting you, comforting you.

"Are you okay?"

After you explained to him your insecurities, he was silent for a long time, thinking of how to comfort you. Suddenly, his large palms went over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders, and you could tell he was being as gentle as possible.

About 2 hour of cuddling later, he wrapped some fur around you, and told you: "MC, you are.. You are incredible, okay? Please don't think of yourself as anything less.. Now, would you like me to make us some dinner?"

Portia Devorak ☼︎:

Since Portia herself is a very confident person, who doesn't very often doubt her body or her personality, it came to her as a surprise when she found out that you've been feeling a bit insecure lately.

When you didn't talk to her for a few days, her first thought was that you are sick, so she went to check.

"Hey MC! Can I come in please? Are you feeling well?"

She came into your room in the palace before you could even reply. You were sitting on the bed, your back turned to the door, and you didn't even reply. Portia approached you as fast as she could, but what made her stop dead in her tracks was when she realized you were crying.

"Oh my god, MC! Why are you crying? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?"

Her voice softened as she sat down next to you, placing her hand onto your lower back. Her fingers drew patterns on your back, and she lovingly kissed your cheeks as you told her about your insecurities.

"Ohh, babe, you are absolutely perfect! You are funny, cute, smart, gorgeous, and you are my everything! I love you, just the way you are, MC!"

Count Lucio/Montag Morgasson ♕︎:

Lucio has never been good with comforting. Or feelings. Or words. You know what? He just isn't that good with relationships with people, in general. But he tries.

When Montag found out that you are insecure about the way you look, he at first didn't know what to do. He even tried to joke about it! But, when he saw that there were tears pooling in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks because of his gnarly comments, regret sunk in his chest like never before.

"Fuck, MC, I- I didn't mean to- Look, I'm sorry, don't cry!"

Awkwardly, he tried to give you a hug, knowing that kind of stuff usually makes people feel better. But, when he felt you sob into his shoulder, clutching onto his blouse and basically breaking down, he understood how serious this was.

Kissing you temple, he whispered: "Babe, are you okay?"

As you shook your head no, he took you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. You've expected him to order servants to bring you two stuff left and right, but he didn't. He left you alone in the bedroom for some time, and you've generally lost hope that he cared for you, and your feelings, at all.

But he came back, and not empty handed. He brought your favorite fruit and some chocolate, a complete full course dinner and some champagne.

"Look, MC, I feel horrible for making fun of you, so I want to show you just how perfect you are... You are divine, and I want to treat you that way. Can I?"

Bonus:

Hey, you! Yes, you! I've just talked to Faust and we have collectively agreed that YOU. ARE. PERFECT.

I believe her exact word were: "Pretty! Always! Perfect!"

And if you don't listen to a magical purple ball python who talks, who are you gonna listen to?

That would be all for today! I know I don't normally use A/N at the end of any post, but I've got a question for you.

Now I feel kind of bad that I don't respond to a request with what they requested, so should I? Should I immediately respond to your massage with the fic?? Or is it okay like this?? Can somebody pls tell me in the comments??

Also I don't know if anybody noticed or is it just me (it's probably just me 😂), but I have been getting my posts to be a little more aesthetic!

You know what they say:

When life is not aesthetic, at least the font of your writing can be!

[starglitterz]

sheeeeeesh can i req like.. diluc with back hugs like he's just exhausted with the tavern and u h m darknihhy hero duties (batman say what ‼️) ANYWAHS LAMAKSHS and s/o just comes and *back hugs* nedd i say more I'm so sorry for the typos i swsat🤕

HIIII MY LOVE !!!!! can i call you typo anon pretty please KJAKJDSSD 😭 all your asks are so chaotic i love it /pos /g

yes diluc the darknihhy hero so true <3 /j HAHASKJDKJDS ILY DONT BE MAD AT ME LMAOOO

ok sorry i'll shut up and write now 😔

dedicated to my love atlas @xiaophobic for helping me w stuff for this fic !!!!! ILYSM MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW 💓♥💘❣❤💝💖💕

diluc.

"luluuuuu," you mumble, dragging out the syllables of your affectionate nickname for your boyfriend. diluc ragnvindr, known by all as the wine tycoon of mondstadt, and known by few as the darknight hero, actually adores your pet name for him - he thinks it's cute coming from you. he's standing over the counter at the angel's share, wiping down the wooden surface with an old rag until it's gleaming like a piece of treasure in the ocean's depths. the tavern is devoid of anyone other than the two of you, as the other workers left diluc to clean up after he encouraged them to go home for the night.

burying your face in his back, your arms snake around his waist, with one hand tugging on his black coat. beyond the feeling of home which comes with embracing diluc, you can also sense exhaustion emanating from his figure. "yes, my love?" he replies, concern flooding his tone, and you actually want to scold him. how can he always forget to take care of himself, yet still prioritise your wellbeing and ensure you're doing alright even as he seems to be a second away from collapsing of fatigue? "i want you to rest," you murmur, pressing your cheek against the rough material of his raven black coat. the coat suits him, all coarse and prickly on the inside "but y/n, i have to finish this-" diluc begins, only for you to interrupt, "diluc, i'll even do it for you if it means you'll go to bed."

diluc's eyes widen, and he turns around to face your pouting face. oh no, he thinks, you're making that irresistible expression! how on earth is he supposed to deny you anything when you look this cute?! "y/n... fine. i guess i can stop for tonight," he mutters, furrowing his brow as he ponders the likelihood of mondstadt being invaded by hilichurls if he doesn't go out and perform his self-appointed duties as the darknight hero. however, the smile that graces your features upon hearing his reply is enough to chase away all his reservations about halting work.

later that night when you pull him into bed and snuggle up next to him, diluc thinks he should take breaks more often if it means he gets to spend more time with your warmth beside him like this.

quill speaks !

WHY DID THIS BECOME SO LONG IT WAS INITIALLY MEANT TO BE ONE PARAGRAPH HELP /lh

it's okay tho dilucs kinda cute he deserves the rest (but if he breaks my pity ONE more time i will beat him up no cap all fax) hashtag speaking from the heart

anyways do i add my taglist since this is just a drabble or what... HELP ill add it since it became too long i think LMKJSDKS

taglist; @noirkkat @bookuya @ohmykazuha @glazelilyy @mikachuchu@oreoz-unfortunately @tiny-aroace @xiaophobic @test-tube @yanphobics @childe-support @aelatus @eternism @icecappa

ANYWAYS ILY ALL I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS !!!

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out my ongoing streamer!xiao x reader smau cynosure + the menu if you’d like ! 🍭

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If you’re still taking prompts, can you do either “I won’t stop until I find, _____ (rose preferably)” “babe (Rainer), I won’t finish my work if you keep doing that” or “take your hands off what’s mine (being said about rose)” Ps. Can I send you a coffee (ko-fi) or twelve? Lol.

Okay so I’m going to kind of combine all 3 of these - here’s hoping it works out well! The first part going to make silly instead of angsty tho!

(Also omg I would be so flattered and grateful if you did! My Ko-fi info is on my page ♥ ;—; Pls don’t feel like you have to tho!

The term amicae again borrowed from the lovely @wafflesrock16 . Go read her stuff!!!)

“Princess, c’mon, we gotta get back t’the outpost b’fore nightfall.”

“Just one more stop, Rainer, then we can go.”

“Can’t we come back?”

“No. I am not leaving until I find Ice Cream dammit!” Rose spares him a quick glare before trudging determinedly forwards, “There’s one store left, c’mon!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rainer sighs, quirking a mandible as he follows after his determined amicae. She’s coming due for her monthly, he knows - hence the craving for ice cream. If it keeps’er happy while she’s in pain, fine.

He doesn’t know much about it other then the vague details Rose had shared - blood and pain, essentially - so, truthfully, he’s willing to do whatever she wants and buy her whatever she needs to suffer through it.

Just t’much fun t’rib her.

Rainer jolts from his thoughts when a crowd just inside the shops entrance separates him from the small brunette, making him growl and shove roughly through them.

Shit, where’d she-

“FOUND IT!” 

Normally, Rainer would be laughing at the loud exclamation from his amicae - as it is, he only zeroes in on the sound and tracks her to the back of the store-

“You’ve got good taste there, sweetheart,” he suddenly hears a male voice saying, “That’s my favorite.”

Rainer growls and picks up speed, anger rising. What moron decided t’flirt with my amicae?

“I was happy to see they carried it.”

“What say you and I go somewhere private and share that ice cream, beautiful?”

“No thanks.” Rose says sweetly as he rounds the corner, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

Rainer steps up just as she finishes speaking, looping his arm around the small brunette and glaring until the strange human drops the hand he’d had outstretched.

“Don’touch what’s mine.” he growls, teeth bared and vocals low, not feeling an ounce of regret as the man darts quickly away.

He does feel selfish when he realizes he’s basically just claimed Rose as his in public - she’s not a damn object and he’d probably handled that terrible, which he needs to apologize for-

Except Rose is smirking when he looks down at her, wrapping her own arm around his waist and squeezing. “I kinda like you being all jealous and dominant.” she whispers, winking, “Now, let me go pay for this ice cream so we can go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Rainer purrs back, mind whirring. This could be… fun.

Rainer wait’s until Rose has downed what she promises him is the appropriate amount of ice cream - “I’m going to be curled in a ball for 5 days, moaning and groaning and being miserable - I’m allowed as much damn ice cream as I want.” - and has settled in to work on some new sketches to put his plan to work, coming up behind her and resting his hands gently on her shoulders.

“What’cha workin’ on?” he hums, beginning to knead at the knots beneath her skin - it had taken some practice, figuring out where to massage on a human to help rather then hurt, but the feedback he’d been getting lately said he was doing it right.

“Sketches of the Eos Blooms - they’re already bigger then the Elaaden ones, but smaller then Havarl.” Rose sighs, head drooping slightly forwards as he works, “Just trying to keep upda-nrg, God, keep doing that-”

Rainer flicks his mandibles, continuing to work at the knots - slowly slipping one hand lower, slipping beneath her arm to rub over her waist, then up to cup one breast through her shirt.

He can tell Rose is biting her lip, trying to focus on her work - and he just ups the ante, bending to nip at her throat with his mouth plates, laving the bite he’d left on her with his tongue, gripping the breast in his hand-

“Oh my God, babe,” Rose groans, arching into his touch, “I can’t finish my work like this-”

“Finish it later.” he growls in her ear, already gently prying the sketchbook from her grip and setting it down on the desk, “Ah need’ta reassert my dominance - if m’lady would be so kind…”

Rose pulls from his grip long enough to turn around and kneel in her seat, grabbing at the rim of his cowl and yanking him down. “Yes, sir.” she whispers sweetly, kissing him.

Thank yah, Spirits, for this perfect woman. Ah don’t deserve’er.