#also 'approachable' u are so sweet dear???

[julietsbody]

girlnextdoor

( chapter one :

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words: 3,525

tags: 18+!!!! mdni , camgirl ! reader , camming, sex worker ! reader , masturbation , falling in love , body worship , religious / greek imagery , voyeurism, semi ! sub coriolanus , fantasizing

p.s : this is also on my ao3! ( divider by i92-93 )

a/n : i don’t know how i managed to make this an emotional story with greek references, but i did it somehow LOLL hope u enjoy!!

PROLOGUE : COMPETITION .

festus had an irrational mouth, he had dared coriolanus to do stupid things before, like asking girls out, or to have one night stands with them. it was awful, coriolanus hated being around festus because he was like a fly buzzing around in his eardrums, circling around his head and refusing to leave no matter how many times he swipes at it. coriolanus wasn’t the only victim unfortunately, sejanus was the main one for festus, because sejanus was weak, pliant, and could easily be peer pressured into anything.

“i dare you to ask her out,” he points to a girl in the library, a girl with clemensia and arachne.

dear fucking god, save us all, this is going to be a crucification performed in the middle of the academy’s library.

“you’re joking, right?” sejanus coughs out an awkward laugh.

festus’ eyes narrow, a dangerous seriousness, “no, it’s not that hard.”

“why don’t you do it then?” coriolanus slices in the conversation.

“i have a girlfriend,” festus shrugs, “can’t.”

coriolanus barks out a bitter laugh, “who would date you?”

“okay, that’s fucking rude, and she’s hella hot, so fuck off, please,” festus rolls his eyes, “go on, sejanus!”

sejanus frowns, festus was talking so loud that the girls were now looking at them, with their judgemental, pristine stares.

so he sighs, and raises to a stand, making coriolanus’ eyebrows furrow, he knew sejanus was weak, impulsive, but not to this level, “you aren’t actually gonna do it, are you?”

“i am,” sejanus sounds confident, but he isn’t. poor, sweet sejanus.

what a trainwreck, like something you try to hard to look away from, but you just can’t. your eyes follow him as he moves over to the girls, a small smile curving his lips when he finally approaches them, an opposite to their sharp eyes. clemensia’s head tips to the side, “yes, sejanus?”

sejanus inhales, trying to remind himself that he does have a way with words, so just use that.

his eyes move down to you, “i was wondering if—“

“no,” you respond quickly.

he swallows, “okay.”

and festus is laughing, god it’s more of a cackle than a laugh.

but the girls don’t laugh, they know festus’ game, if anything they hate festus more than any of the poor boys that are dared to ask them out for dates.

“who’s your girlfriend?” coriolanus asks, having a feeling that he’s lying.

festus’ laughter immediately calms down, “she’s a pornstar, and she’s like super in love with me.”

“does she even know you exist?” coriolanus scoffs, “‘m sure she’s just doing her job.”

“shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes, “you’re just mad you could never get with a girl like mine.”

“let me see her,” coriolanus offers, and of course, festus pulls up a picture of a girl who hardly shows her face.

you can only see her lips, and from then on she’s in very tight and revealing clothing, coriolanus stares at the picture for a second, then looks at festus.

festus smirks cockily, “hot, right?”

hot, is that all he views his so called girlfriend as?

“you can’t even see her face,” he confronts, and festus rolls his eyes.

“that’s not the point—“

“then what is?”

“her videos, dude, they’re so good,” festus’ voice becomes a loudly hushed whisper now.

coriolanus’ jaw ticks, “you sure she even knows you?”

“okay, she doesn’t— but like—“ he groans, “why don’t you try to get her to notice you, asshole?”

“i don’t watch porn,” coriolanus shrugs simply.

festus coughs out a laugh, “yeah, say that again when you’re searching girlnextdoor tonight.”

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coriolanus, in his own defense, should be saying that it was curiosity. at first it was, yes, pure innocent, unshielded curiosity. then it became what it truly was underneath all of his guards, admiration. with each video, each picture, it had his teeth gritting. he didn’t want to pay to see your exclusive content at first, but with how little you showed on every other platform, it almost felt necessary. girlnextdoor, what a peculiar name, he was itching to know more about you.

maybe it was the competition festus had set him up for that had him wanting this, coriolanus was never one for porn, or for jerking off. but god, he might now be. it was disgusting, how much his mind raced with every suggestive picture, ones where you teased the contents underneath your bra, or a video where you were taking off your panties but still showing nothing.

he went back to your original website, only to find, in bold letters, LIVE.

live? he swallows thick, cursor moving to click on the maroon enticing him.

the sight that came nearly had him clicking off almost immediately, you had been moved into a cowgirl position, riding a dildo. your moans filled his eardrums almost immediately, each whine, each movement of your hips delivering a squelching sound. he felt like a dehydrated man, throat run dry, tongue devoid of any saliva. aphrodite, in her natural habitat, sex, love, devotion, she is putting herself on display— yet with the camera placed to show everything only from below her nose, she is so hidden at the same time.

he was biting the delicate skin on the inside of his cheek, peaking near the metallic taste, but he didn’t even realize over the heat rushing to his dick. he breathed out, wondering what it would feel like if you were to be on him, with those experienced hips, that body which looks like it was crafted from the gods himself, your pussy swallowing his dick whole—

he clicks off as soon as the thought sears in his mind, he doesn’t need to be thinking of a pornstar like this.

his eyes close for a minute, and all he can see in that darkness is the shape of your body, the bucking of your hips as you ride the dildo, and he sighs.

he should sleep. it’s late.

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INTERLUDE : HAUNTED .

adoration, a statue by stephen abel sinding, made from delicate marble. it depicted a man at a woman’s feet, as she sat upon a pedestal. he was on his knees, eyes staring up at the goddess in front of him, as she sat with her back straight, eyes falling upon the man that worshipped her. he kissed her legs with care, admiration, hands slipping onto her calves as he plants his lips upon her shins. she was gorgeous above him, allowing him to take every part of her into his hold, to kiss her and devote his whole pride to her.

coriolanus swallows thick, he thought that when his eyes moved to a close, his thoughts would dissipate.

they got worse, so, so much worse. they were more vivid now, dirtier, his longing worsening.

he imagined what words would spill from your mouth as your hips swayed on him, he allowed you to take the lead, restraining himself from fucking into you like a desperate man. to be honest, he was desperate, he was needy, the feeling of your puffy walls closing in on him had him almost whimpering himself. a god is no match to his goddess, he will always fall to his knees in front of her, no matter what. coriolanus had pride, surely, but the idea of your clit rubbing against his abdomen as your hips stuttered on him had his pride becoming weak façades.

say that again when you’re searching girlnextdoor tonight.

fuck you, festus. he was the reason that coriolanus even knew this camgirl existed, the reason for the painful stains on his mind.

festus wouldn’t be so cocky if the girl he calls his girlfriend had coriolanus’ dick in her mouth.

the feeling of your mouth on his dick became vivid as well now, he could see it so clearly, your doe eyes staring up at him through those velvet lashes as your pillow lips move to press sloppy, open - mouthed kisses onto the tip of his cock. you were teasing him, surely, and he couldn’t take it. he would grit out a small plea for you to actually suck him in, and he would feel your lips curl onto his tip, “beg.”

begging, coriolanus always hated the idea of it, he thought it was weak, gross, submissive.

but in this moment, he was so clouded with lust that he didn’t care for the repercussions of a simple please.

“please, just fucking— god, i need—“ he couldn’t even get his words right, it was sweet. your eyebrow cocked at him, his piercing blue eyes staring down at you through dilated pupils and lazy lids. you finally took pity, lips parting further so your tongue could snake out and slide underneath his cock as you take him in finally. the warmth was all too much for coriolanus, wetness, warmth, his fingers move to thread through the weaves of your hair, his bottom lip falling tight underneath his top teeth.

his hips buck ever so slightly, again, desperation. you don’t react though, if anything, you just moaned around him.

no gag reflex? dear god, you’ll be coriolanus’ ruin.

god will not be present in this moment though, as though this is a reenactment of the martyrdom of saint sebastian. arrows shooting at him as he falls to his fate, he was strung up, shot with the painful spears, and left for his death. isn’t that so alike to now? festus had tied him up, fed him stories of this woman and allowed him to fall into sin, then left him for his own demise.

apples began to taste sweeter, even with their poison, as coriolanus finds his hand dipping below his waistband, his long fongers fell along his painful hardness. he mumbled a curse into the gentle air as he finally relieves himself from all of his sins, as of he’s sitting in the confessional of a church, whispering all of his sins to the judgemental priest. the scales tipped as his fingers moved to curl around his cock, fist moving up and down on his length.

the pictures continued, he thought of how he would take care of you first, now if he was the one dominating.

he would go rough, he always loved the idea of fucking someone senseless, making every vein buzz with only pleasure, mind forming thoughts solely of lust. he imagines holding you close as his fingers curl inside of you, he doesn’t push them in and out fast at first, but when your hips buck up against him— he becomes harsher, the intention of bruising your lips evident.

next, he moves to press you against the mattress, fucking you senseless into it.

he hums into the air, “ah— fuck..”

his breathing is labored, eyes scrunching shut as the pictures of your eyes rolling back becomes a mere oil painting in front of him, perched on the walls of the most pristine museums. his fingers would pass through your hair again, now the back of your head, pulling you back so your spine is flush against his chest. you’d lean back against him, melting into his skin and begging for more. surely, you had enough experience from your dildos and other sexual toys, or partners, but none of them could compare to coriolanus as his hips snap into you.

he groans into the air, seething in the pleasure, “i’ll fuck you so good..— mm.”

he moves to now fuck into his hand, imagining his hand a depiction of your velvet walls around him, clenching as you near your high.

you moan against his flesh, his fingers moving from your hair to your neck, pulling you until your flesh molds with his, adoration and lust merging you two together.

he went faster, harsher, fucking into his hand until his thighs grew sore, finally reaching his high.

he spills into his hand, sighing into the humid air.

“my god—“ he mumbles, eyes fluttering open.

what the fuck is his problem?

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INTERLUDE : DARE ME ?

“so, did you talk to her?” festus interrogates him, per usual.

coriolanus’ eyes are heavy, he hardly slept after the events of last night, “no, i didn’t.”

“fucking loser,” festus snears, “she was live last night.”

“i know,” he swallows thick, the image of you riding the dildo returning to his mind, “did you talk to her?”

“yeah,” he shrugs, cocky, again, “i’m texting her right now.”

coriolanus’ eyebrows furrow, he leans over to see festus sending a message.

a phone goes off in the library.

as soon as the message is sent.

coriolanus blinks, once, twice, “send another.”

so he does, he types out another message and send it.

the same phone goes off again, just as the message says delivered.

coincidence?

coriolanus doesn’t believe in those.

“you’re so fucking weird dude, don’t try to read my messages,” festus pushes him away.

coriolanus groans, he couldn’t care less to read festus’ messages, “are you paying her to talk to you?”

“yes, but that’s not the point—“ festus quickly tries to save himself from the humiliation.

coriolanus scoffs, “she’s not your girlfriend, you can’t even get one, like ever.”

“and what about you, virgin?” festus leans in, a smirk growing on his lips. coriolanus knows what that smirk means, it means coriolanus will soon be sealing his fate, “why don’t you try to get one?”

“i’m good,” coriolanus shrugs, “nobody’s here for you to even dare me to ask out.”

“clemensia is,” he points to the table where you and clemensia always sit at, and of course, you’re both there, “and her friend.”

“i’m not asking them out,” coriolanus moves down in his chair.

“yes you are, i dare you.”

“no, you’re so fucking stu—“

“i’m gonna tell everyone you’re a virgin.”

coriolanus’ weakness was people knowing all the humiliating things about him, one of those things was the fact that he hasn’t had sex yet. coriolanus was an attractive man, he could get women if he truly wanted to and spend his nights with them, but he refused. and that made festus’ dares easy.

coriolanus’ jaw shifts, “you’re an asshole.”

every step he takes is slow, calculated, yet confident. it’s a certain stride that coriolanus always has, where he knows what he’s doing, but unsure at the same time. especially now, especially when your hair falls off your shoulder as you turn to have your eyes fall on him, sensing his approach. maybe it was a common thing for you, knowing festus would be daring his friends to come up to you, clemensia, or arachne.

always on high alert, he assumes.

his eyes fall the exposition of your shoulder, a key to one of those tight shirts that you always wear, even when it was against dress code.

a tight skirt and a short skirt, your motto, clearly. your twist underneath the table when he stands next to your seat, close, but not enough to make you uncomfortable. one thing he does notice though, is the strap of your bra. pink? a familiar shade, and as he follows it down, he notices the lace that starts on your bra. it looks an awful lot like the bra that the camgirl wore last night, the bra that coriolanus imagined you taking off for him.

his eyes narrow, he seems distracted, and you stare at him like he’s dumb, “hello?”

his eyes snap to your face at your words, “sorry— i—“

“what? are you gonna ask me out?” god, were you always this bitchy?

“i was planning on it,” his jaw shifts, eyes dipping to the plush of your lips, coated in that sparkly, strawberry gloss you always wore, “would you have said yes?”

“no, god, what is with you assholes?” you roll your eyes, pencil tapping impatiently against the desk.

“hm, not even a study date?” his eyes trail down to the book on your desk, “i saw your score on the test last week.”

“ew, fucking creep,” you snap, “i don’t need your help.”

“you sure?” his eyebrow cocks, your no isn’t stable yet, so he’s persuasive.

“coriolanus,” clemensia cuts in, “she said no.”

“did she?” he whistles, a cocky smile curving his lips, one that you want to slap off him, “must’ve not heard that.”

“then get some hearing aids,” you laugh, “i’m not sucking your dick.”

“didn’t ask you to, but we’ll see, sweetheart.”

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we’ll see. he didn’t even know where those words came from, or his cockiness, maybe it was the fact that he suspected you to be the girl he had on his mind last night. if so, then he would know things about you that many don’t, and that gives him power.

greed : an insatiable desire for material objects, wealth, and power.

coriolanus snow was a greedy man.

he kept a closer eye on you now, eyes pinning to the back of your head, memorizing the way you style your hair, so that he can see if the hair that drips off your shoulders in all of your secret videos were the same. or if your lips were as sparkly and glossed in those videos as they are in person. did you wear the same mini skirt you wore to school in your videos? that would be dirty, wouldn’t it? capitol girl, dressed in her pristine clothes as she fucks herself in front of thousands.

what a slut.

he had to figure it out, it was an untamable hunger that not even the most holy prayer could exorcize out of him. rosaries dripped around the fingers he used to curl around his cock the night before, and even in his most innocent prayers, his mind reflected back onto the idea of pulling the rosary around your neck as he fucks into you. his eyes snap open, and now just another thing that he had done so clearly before was plagued with your existence.

was this you calling out to him? beckoning him to pray for you?

if so, he might just do it, dedicate all of his rosaries to you, replace virgin mary with yourself, and look at every cross and think of you moving onto it, sliding the wood into your womanhood.

coriolanus’ throat was dry again, his own thoughts making him want to vomit.

those were the kinds of things festus would be fantasizing about, not coriolanus— and yet, here he was, on his knees, imagining you on the pedestal. your hair dips past your shoulders as you look down at him, those judgemental, buggish eyes, now bleeding onto his skull. his fingers dip behind your calves, memorizing the touch of the flesh that smoothed over muscle and bone. his eyes cascade up your legs, past your breasts, to the eyes that look down on him.

he has a certain look in his eyes, a look that is saying he’s doing this all for you. dropping his pride for you, allowing his walls to crumble for you, tarnishing his name for you. sometimes snow doesn’t land on top, sometimes it melts and becomes weak in the sky, sometimes it crumbles underneath itself.

he plants gentle kisses to your shins, admirations, soft praises and prayers.

goddess, did you hear about the man who roamed lost? the man who fell weak? tell me of his efforts, what brought him to this point, the people he met, the worlds he crossed, to now be brought to his knees in front of his muse. he was complicated, hidden, and yet you peeled him apart like a pomegranate. the juice splatters against your face as he opens himself to you, and something about it is so very special.

scratches fall down his back, and again, he’s blinking himself to reality.

his fingers on the keyboard, he finds himself at your profile once more, now beckoning you to him. a twisted game of tug - of - war, isn’t it? pieces fall into place as he clicks on the link which leads him to paying for your exclusive content.

research purposes, of course.

he spends his money so easily, he doesn’t even take a second thought to it as the page reloads with his newfound access to all your hidden secrets. his fingers pry as he pulls down the website, scrolling through each aspect that you hold in the reflections of who you really are.

a whore? no, a temptress.

he sucks in a breath at the sights of you bending over in front of the camera, fucking a dildo into yourself, or the next one of you in a missionary position with a vibrator on your clit. or the next one of you fucking a dildo between your tits. coriolanus rasps out the breath he sucked in earlier, adjusting in his seat, this wasn’t another invitation to jerk off, it was studying.

he scrolls past a few more videos and then, his eyes catch it, the skirt.

a small smile curves his lips, power.

he has it.

or so, he thinks he does, you have his money, his admiration, him on his knees, have him confused on whether or not this is truly you. skirts and coincidences don’t tell much, he just likes to jump to conclusions. the hair didn’t even match up—

so does he really have the power?

we’ll see, sweetheart.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Greasers x mean girl/boy/person (think Regina George, Heather Chandler, Bryce Tankthrust) s/o who uses their status to protect their greaser and is kind of nice under all the cutthroat boss bitch-ness. Like the top rank of social that most other socs are afraid of.

(tried to make it gender neutral of my best ability, but it’s hard to fit phrases like “ queen bee” into gender neutral terms)

Inspo:

*socs approach and start making jeering comments* Hey Grease…

*you get in front of them* if you ever talk to them like that again, I will make it my personal life goal to ruin yours, and no one will hire your sorry ass again. Oh, and you can consider *insert secret* spilled.

<matching hcs with @sadie-bug345 please go check out her blog she has amazing outsiders headcanons>

Ponyboy Curtis

-intimidated by you fs

-he knows your life ruining rep

-sukrised when one day you tap on his shoulder

“Ponyboy… right?”

“U-uh yeah that’s me!”

“Great you’re tutoring me. Every Friday.”

“U-uh ok?”

-you guys actually get along and he helps with with your grades a lot

-You actually become friends and stand up for him against other Socs and even your own friends

-One night he’s walking home alone from the movies and four Socs approach him and start threatening him

-you on one of their shoulders and the Soc blanks and realization as he remembers your long-standing friendship with Pony

-“if you ever mess with him again I will ruin your life. You know I will.”

-the Socs all back up, and you stand there, smirking

-I feel like that’s when pony boy realizes his feelings for you and kisses you right there on the spot

-you guys are actually a really great mix, the popular person and the kind of more quiet guy

Johnny Cade

-he was so scared of you

-thought of all the possible ways you could ruin his life even more

-one day he comes to school and his locker is spraypainted with “Bastard Greaser”

-he’s even more suprised when you approach him at lunch break

-“Johnny Cade, right? Yk, you’re kind of cute… *you smirk* Anyway I have a dear friend… well, ex friend with me that wants to apologize for so crudely vandalizing your locker. RIGHT, Jessica?”

-his head is spinning, the queen/king bee of the whole school just flirted with him and made a bully apologize?

-you start coming to the lot more and more after that, and realize he often doesn’t have a place to sleep

-you invite (drag) him to your home where you set up a room for him, and being rich, it’s pretty damn nice

-I feel like that’s when he realizes his feelings for you and one night, when he’s about to go to sleep in his bed, he leans over and kisses your cheek

-you guys become a new couple and it shocks everyone

-yall are cute tho ❤️❤️

-you make sure no one gives him shit. If they do then LORD help them

Sodapop Curtis

-ok so you guys are a more expected couple

-prom royalty fr

-soda probably made you nice 💀💀

-you guys met in school and started dating, and he helped you kind of be the nice kind of popular

-you also spoil him with your money fr

-his brothers are skeptical of you at first (especially after sandy) but once they see your do really like him they totally ship you

-POWER COUPLE

-fr you guys are what everyone wants to be

Darry Curtis

-you were both popular and kind of ran in the same circles but didn’t like eachother

-he didn’t think he would like you because he doesn’t like mean girls/guys/people and thought you’d be all fake n stuff

-but one day yall got assigned to work on a history project and you both got along pretty well and you put in a pretty good effort

-that’s when he realized that you weren’t so bad and you two became friends

-eventually he caught on feelings for you and asked you out

-sweet couple, and everyone ships it

Dallas Winston

-you two met in detention FS

-you spread a nasty rumor about a boy who cheated on one of your close friends and he vandalized something

-enemies to lovers energy

-yall didn’t like eachother that much

-he sat behind you and kept making crude remarks and messing with you so you bit back

-“There’s no way in hell if ever dream of being with a lowlife like you”

-after a bit of banter and insults you somehow end up on his lap making out with him

-the teacher walks in and is like wtf- my eyes-

-you guys are the best power couple people cower in fear with you two together

-calls you prince/princess or doll fr

-it’s a typical bad boy x mean girl/guy/person thing

Two Bit Matthews

-you fits me at the mall when you were making fun of another stuck up girl

-he joined in with the teasing

-you were like ohhh this one’s kinda funny and you two actually hit it off really well

-you liked his wisecracks, they made the world all the more entertaining and he admired your cutthroat bitch attitude

-yall started dating after a while

-class clown x mean girl/guy/person and it’s SO iconic

-you two are surprisingly healthy for eachother, you both kind of get to see the under layer

-like you get to see what’s beyond his wisecracks and he gets to see beyond your plastic mean girl facade

Steve Randle

-he was suprised

-when you went up to him instead of Sodapop

-but when you pulled up in your red Ferrari with a scratched tire that was totally not just an excuse just to talk to him and started heavily flirting

-he wasn’t impressed, he still thought you were fake

-which bothered you, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t like you or at least pretend to

-so you kept showing up and one day a group of Socs stopped by the gas station, spitting on him

-you got furious and nearly ruined your car trying to ram them

-Steve was kinda in love after that

-he realized you really weren’t plastic

-you guys got together and are sooo cute

-when you go on long rants he listens to you while he fixes his cars

-and you have a free new handyman

[schrodinger-swriter]

Hello! I just saw your fluff alphabet and would like to request A, I, K, O, P, Q, and U for Sir Pentious. Thank you! :)

I, K, O, P, Q, and U for Sir Pentious

You can find A in the previous alphabet post for Sir Pentious, I hope you don't mind not having it all in one post!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon C:

INJURY:

He would cope.. not very well if you were to get hurt. Given that it was hell that was a likely probability. He often sends one, or even up to three, of his egg boiz with you to keep an eye on you when he isn't around. He may even scold his eggs for allowing you to get hurt, no matter how unfair it would be. He would fret over you, treating the most basic injury as if it were a death sentence. You will more than likely have to tell him that you're not dying, and that he needs to calm down... just a little bit... If he were the one injured, I can see him trying to walk it off in the beginning... but seeing the attention he's getting from you, he might try to milk it.. just a tad. He won't ask you to do every little thing for him or overplay some of the pain, but he will definitely ask for more affection than usual!

KISSES:

He loves taking your hand and kissing it, likely dipping down as he does it to really push the dramatics. He loves kissing you on the mouth, too. Short pecks, long kisses, anything in the middle, he loves it. Going into the relationship he didn't think he had a preference of where he was kissed, but he quickly learns that he loves receiving kisses on his cheeks. Please give him a peck before you go out to do something, his hood will fan out in an instant as a grin tugs itself over his face.

ODDITY:

Everything. He's a creative and an inventor, it's kind of in the job description to be at least a little odd! He will approach you in excitement as he rattles off about an idea for a new invention he's come up with (and also, to seek for your approval if it's not meant to be a surprise for you..)

Sometimes he will go on a tangent about an invention and the skills needed for it, which might lead to him having to explain those smaller details.. has a habit of sometimes overexplaining or underexplaining.. he doesn't mean to, he's just so excited and is a little all over the place as he doesn't get much of a chance to ramble to someone about this interest of his!

He has a habit of tugging on his hood when he's embarrassed or stressed, sometimes even pulling it over his face if he's feeling particularly flustered.

PETNAMES:

"My Darling," "My Dear," "My Love," and above all else, he calls you his Beloved. He almost completely replaces your name with them when you two fully establish your relationship, only reserving your actual name for rare occasion.

As for what he likes being called... Naturally, he has a soft spot for terms of endearment from his time, but I think he would be just as ecstatic if you called him anything sweet. I like to believe he likes to be called "Sweetheart," or any variation of the "Sweet___" nicknames!

QUESTION:

Hmm... this one is a hard one... but I think sometimes he would ask for reassurance. Not just that you still love him, but to confirm things about you. Totally not because he's making something for you... and he wants you to confirm a hype specific question of what your favorite color is down to the pantone code or something along those lines... heh..

I think at some point within the series, depending on where it is in the timeline he might start asking you if you believe it's possible to ascend to Heaven after being sent to Hell. Things about the quickly approaching extermination. A lot of those questions turn into promises of victory.

UPSET:

When Sir Pentious is upset he tends to seek you out, whether he be angry or sad or stressed. He finds comfort in you, and spending time with you is by far the best stress relief for him than anything else in Hell. Usually, to cheer him up you two just talk or do an activity together! Though if he's feeling worse than usual, he might have himself sit alone in his room for a while.. this is more common before the relationship/within the early stages of it.

If you're the one upset he's going to try his best to make you feel better. Making quick inventions to bring a smile to your face, letting you vent to him.. and perhaps, if someone upset you he would try to confront them... that... usually doesn't end in his favor, leaving him bloody and bruised... but hey if he can survive getting blasted into the sky by Alastor, then he can survive most anything!

May send one of his egg boiz to keep an eye on you and/or check in on you if you're upset with him. Being apart is killing him inside, and he feels so so bad. He's already doing way more than he needs to in order to win over your forgiveness. He will grovel, too.

[1eoness]

thanks for replying dear! also what pet names do you think leon would use for a so im so curious i keep thinking on babe and maybe even bunny for some reason ??? lol

HII ANON i have a long weekend and im taking a brief breather from writing today rn but i saw this so why not

other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3

also i'm not sure if ur comfy w nsfw so ill put a seperate sectioning.

cw: just leon and the petnames he uses on gn! reader; with a VERY short nsfw snippet, only 17+ >:(

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other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3 but he doesn't really use any uhm.. creative nicknames cus hes a fucking loser. but regardless he has his sentiment to them nd thats what matters hehe

sfw

"oh, sweetheart.." ♡ leon uses 'sweetheart' often when either of you feel vulnerable.

"oh—you okay, baby?" he murmurs before he stifled a laugh, seeing you accidentally hit your head against a pole. ♡ leon uses this in sudden or mild moments

you see leon immediately approach the foyer when he hears you're finally home. "why didn't you call me, my love?" he murmurs lowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, his hands coming to take your raincoat off. ♡ leon uses this as a greeting whenever he misses you or when he knows he'll miss you when you go out.

"...my sweet baby." he coos in a sleepy and inaudible whisper while he cradles your slumbering little head to his heart. ♡ leon mostly uses this when he remembers he has you all to himself! [sometimes it's 'sweet little girl/boy']

or sometimes leon just babbles with your face in his hands, kissing it all over while you activate his cute aggression. "you're always so good to me, bunny.." he murmurs incomprehensively atop the crown of your hair. and if you get all eager or shy u just make him melt!!

v nsfw! v (hehe.. may or may not be a snippet)

"l-leoon! ngghh... hngg..ah!~" you plant your mouth onto the soft fabric, leon's hand on the back of your head keeping you face-down while he pummels into you with reckless abandon.

he moans lowly as he drags his cock further in your clenching little hole, watching your sweetness pour while you cry helplessly into his comforters. "poor bunny, can't even think... uhh.. hmff.. f-fuuck..." leon coos with mock-sympathy, dragging a bellicose groan out of him— he pulls your hair back lightly, a gentle yet controlling grip; like he were pulling on a bunny's ears. he adjusts your hips up again, coercing a high-pitched whine out of you as he thrusts faster into where he knows you're sensitive. he wouldn't give his dumb little bunny the light of day, your blabbering voice now unmuffled and falling satisfactorily to his ears ♡

[stxneflxwers]

avolition.

⋯⁂ summary. suffering from a particular problem, some days you just couldn't care less what goes on—surrendering to your mind's desire for peace.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet post here; so im not really worried about small grammar errors, word count, formatting, or what have you. i've been struggling with avolition lately (in which i mean my ass is getting OBLITERATED.) and if u need more info on what avolition is, i can give a VERY quick rundown: "Avolition is a total lack of motivation that makes it hard to get anything done. You can't start or finish even simple, everyday tasks."

⋯⁂ characters. neuvillette. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. reader suffers from a disorder that has avolition (lack of motivation.) reader is going to display a lot of apathy toward life. neuvi biggest sweetheart ever, even when he's away. hurt/comfort.

neuvillette.

life isn't so easy, everyone knows this. but some days are even harder than others, to the point they pass slowly and painfully. and lately, it's felt like forever since you've managed to get through a day without too much struggle.

neuvillette quickly realizes this.

he's also doing his best to support you, even while away from home. he'll send a melusine or two to go periodically check up on you. he knows you'll forget to eat and drink otherwise.

what he didn't expect is the day when he returned from his office around dinner time, much earlier than usual.

all of the lights in the home were off, much to his surprise. usually you'd leave a light on, should have you been up and about. he hadn't sent a melusine today to check up on you around lunchtime since you told him you were feeling fine.

it finally dawns on him that what you said was possibly a lie. or maybe misguided hope? he's not really sure which it is. and to be frank, he doesn't even care which it was at the moment.

he quickly puts his things away and takes his coat off, almost haphazardly dropping it to the floor instead of hanging it up on the coat rack. his hands tremble and so do his breaths, but he does his best to remain as calm as a stormless day. even when it starts raining outside from his uptick in stress alone.

he takes big yet quiet strides to the bedroom, where he finds you still in bed—staring off into space.

he sighs in relief when he notices your steady but shallow breathing causing your body to rise and fall. why he assumed the worst is beyond him, he simply did without a second thought.

when you seemingly don't notice him, his brows furrow and his frown tightens. he's not too sure what to do or what to say. and yet again, without a second thought, he approaches you,

"my dear?" he mutters, voice on the verge of shattering under the weight of seeing you so helpless.

you don't respond. totally nonverbal.

but, at least, you glance at him—even though your eyes are lightless, he's so happy to have you acknowledge him in this moment. he smiles a little from it as he slips his arms around you, cradling you carefully. he rests his head against the flat of your chest, letting out a long sigh.

"oh, how you worry me..." he mumbles, almost sleepily, "i love you very much. but i do understand that today is harder for you. therefore, i will not scold you. nor would i at any other point." he reassures, his voice soft and sweet as one of fontaine's infamous cakes.

your lips twitch a little, threatening to break out into a smile. even your eyes soften, laden with relief. heart filling with love, you begin to feel a little bit more rejuvenated,

"i...love you too..."

[crazy-bxmbo-bxtch]

Yandere HUMAN! Hazbin Hotel X Popular reader

Summary: Separate Hazbin characters and their love and obsession for the school's popular girl

A/n: I'm very excited about this one, also College AU/ Modern

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer

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Alastor

I feel as if he would like to have an innocent or the mega bitch type of girl. An innocent to play into his love for corruption, a bitch so he can break her sprirts.

Now, if you're an innocent, he will be in awe of you. The reason you are popular is your kindness and beauty toward others, even the bad ones.

Alastor would constantly look at you during lectures, and it was noticeable to anyone who squinted, looking at you promptly.

One day, he will gain the door to be active in your life, getting close to you, by studying.

Imagine this, you are failing a class, and you ask your teacher after in private about it. After talking, you realize there is no fixing your current grade for the class, and the semester is almost over. Not to worry, Alastor will happily invite you over to study with him.

Now... a smart person, knew not to go into Alastor's home, as he is the school's sketchy phyco, as in, the whole university is pretty sure he kills people in private....and practiced black magic..

But in your position, you need the help, plus you're pretty sure he's not a killer, I mean, how could he? Based on the talk you had, he's a man who likes music, loves and respects his mother, and knows how to sing and dance. He's harmless. He was so sweet too, telling you things like "the color on your lips looked Devine on you doe." Or "such a pretty thing." He was even kind enough to make tea....

Once you were knocked out, his plan had set up into motion, then when u woke all you know is that alastor saved you from some rapists, he said "they wanted to take something precious from you." You believed him, now you were the new power couple on campus.

Now, if your a bitch, be in for some hardcore fi

Fuckary. Alasor is attracted to your spunk and your sass. He wants to be the only person who sees it.

As you beat up some pathetic girl who dared to question your delightful singing voice, Alastor was watching in awe from afar. You look so cute when you are upset. You can do no wrong in his eyes.

When it comes to courting, Alastor will be using a different approach and technique. You are not so trusting and lenient as you could have been.

I feel Alastor would show you the crazy he possesses. Let you know that, compared to him, you are weak and need protection, not independence.

Imagine you are running through your home, only in a T-shirt and panties, trying to escape the stranger who just burst into your home. As you run, you rush into the bathroom, locking the door and barricading it with anything you can find. You struggle to unlock your phone as you do so, the person says, "I wouldn't do that, my dearest." You recognized the voice, and all your fear was replaced with anger. "Alastor! What are you doing? I knew you seemed off but not this fucking unhinged!!"

As the house fell silent, Alastor let out a chuckle, "Now my dear, it's time for this attitude of yours to falter." You blacked out, now you can't leave his home, forced to drop out and become a housewife.

In either case Alastor will always

1. Obsess

2. Posses

3. And mf PROTECT

Charlie

I feel like she would also like someone coming from both mean and nice sides, a nice girl because AHHHHH HOW CUTE IS SHE, and a mean one because she wants to find your softer side and help bring it out of you.

An innocent angel that Charlie is good friends with! You both hang out all the time. You could practically be besties. Forever, and ever, and maybe even more? no, even more!

People around campus would notice how much she spends time with you and how much she touches you, she touches certain parts of your body for too long, you could be at Starbucks and she would just be practically hanging on your shoulder.

But don't be fooled, you never pay for your little "bestie dates" when you are with her, even if you offered to go and even offered to pay and she agrees to you paying, you will never be able to truly pay.

Picture this, during a lecture you text Charlie. Her being the lovesick cinnamon roll she is, she texts back immediately, you ask if she wants to go out to a park or something, and she says, 'It's a date :)'. While you are preparing later that day to hang out with your friend, Charlie is getting ready to hang out with her lover....if you are not catching on.....Charlie is DELULU.

Your friends try to warn you that she's trouble, and a little off, but you ignore them because your friends are harsher than you, you are the sweet one of the group.

Charlie's obsession with you is, for the most part, completely unknown. She can hide her sinister intentions with a smile and a trip to Starbucks.

She writes you love songs that she hopes to be able to sing for you one day, she's a charmer like her father after all.

Her biggest fear is you not wanting to be with her anymore, friends or more, she does not care, she will always make sure that u will see her as one of the people most close to you.

Now, a meaner darling will require a more pushy Charlie, she gets all up in your business, stalks your schedule, and ultimately...BOTHERS THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU.

She never leaves you alone, always trying to be overly friendly to you. She tries to get you to open up to her and look at her as someone you can trust, but hell no.

Eventually, she grows a little impatient and uses her advantage of being the principal's daughter to good use. Now you keep getting in trouble with a punishment of study hall and another punishment of having Charlie monitor you.

As you sit there under her watchful eye you can feel something peering through you, not her but a part of her. She smiles and goes back to talking about random nonsense, you got 10 more days of study hall.

...sucks to be u

Vaggie

I feel like she would love a weaker kinder girl, who is also very talkative, one who is like Heather Macnemera, one who is popular because of peer pressure. She would notice and take note of it. All of it, even your life.

The fact that you love, jewelry, hair clips, and having your nails done every month. She would definitely be awkward as hell and would get flustered a little easily.

It also was not a shock...to me at least, that you seemed to pay her some attention, whether you asked her about homework, what she does in her free time, and what her favorite foods are.

She loves the fact that you like to yap because she loves to listen. I can imagine...

Vaggie was doing her work for her major. Blasting music in her earbuds and just vibeing, when she gets a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, you got the notes from earlier?" She freezes when she sees you, "oh...uh..what?" She fucked up her response..shit..."oh..I was asking if you got the notes from earlier? He was going a little too fast for me, I blanked." You were done asking.

You scooch over lean over her shoulder and start copying her notes. Vaggie was panicking, not only were you this close to her but, you spoke to her, with not a hint of malice. Your friends give anyone hell so she was luckey to get this treatment..or that's what she thought. You were always sweet to eveyone...

After you took down the notes you started asking her meaningless questions like, 'What's your favorite color or food?' She would answer, then all of a sudden, "Ms. L/s, do you mind carrying your conversation at another time!?" The professor shouted, but, you always clap back " Well damn, chill out I was just getting the notes your fast ass keeps speeding through, not my fault." That shut him up, now all Vaggie has to do is keep you focused on her just a little....ok maybe a lot more, now she has your attention and she would be damned if she stopped now.

You both became close, Vaggie was an amazing friend...she always protected you, and made sure you stayed by her side and out of harm's way, she was amazing at self-defense, and she would always take you to your favorite fast food places. You did not even know she was crazy....oh well, need to pay attention more.

Lucifer

Now I know this man would be a class clown, it's giving Goofy short king, bro cracks jokes at the teacher that would low-key be insulting or straight rude, especially the teachers that gained some type of excessive liking of you.

He knows everything about you, your fave color, food, jewelry, car....license plate...what your car smells like.....adress....credit card number....all the numbers...anyway.

He is so lovestruck over you he would do anything to entertain you and make you laugh, even though you are two grown adults in college but eh, everyone needs to have fun once in a while.

Now, since in the show, his wife is an entertainer, I feel as though in this he would also have an entertainer darling, one that dances sings, or even acts. He always is there at your performance, he imagines that whatever you are doing is to make him happy, but he's already happy with you ..in his head at least, you do what you do because you love it, but let him be delulu.

He seems very touch starved so I know he would be clinging. Always 5 feet away from you, going off campus for food? He'll ride with you. Does YOUR class start soon? He will drop you off then go to his.

Lucifer, being Goofy, would have been already popular, so many thought you two were dating, lucifer would proudly smile and wall around like you two are together...he could only dream.

You noticed he had a thing for ducks, a little weird, but you can look past that because knows origami....and he makes duck origami for you.. which is hella random but oh well. He even made one that looks like you...he also has a secret one, well like two. They look like you both and are making a heart shape, you don't know about it.

~"Heyyy N/N, sooooo...whatcha doing..?" He asked mentally attacking himself for losing confidence halfway through his introduction. You tell him you want to head over to the park and eat sandwiches and feed the ducks, HIS WIFE, he just loves you. "YOU BETCHA, I'LL BE THERE IN 30". it's a date for him.

While you two sat and laughed, he was beaming at the fact his bad jokes were working, maybe he has a chance? You talk about majors and what you plan to do when you both leave, and he loved that you loved the arts, did he ever mention he sings?~

One thing I know is that this man likes to stare and make faces, he's jealous, what can he say? He won't admit it though, he's too prideful duh. If he attends one of your performances he watches so closely, and he almost forgets about the men making inappropriate comments about your body, they will be handled shorty though, whether he damages their dignity, or fucks them...up...he fucks them up.

Not much thought, just vibes ✨️

Requests: OPEN

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I CAME AND I SAW THAT U WERE ALSO INFECTED WITH THE SILLY PUPPET THING,WELCOME..TO THE COMMUNITY! (Get it?)

May I request some headcanons of Barnaby,Sally and Wally meeting a Very Old Goose Puppet Y/n? Just this worn out,Raggedy and Intimidating Goose Grandparent who then absolutely babies them and teaches them self defense tricks,making them soup,maybe they worked as some sort of guard or security! Just pepaw/granny goose caring over these silly puppets.also like they could be going round the forest and a feral bear pops up,Pepaw Goose just turns around and hiss at it and the bear scampers off while Pepaw is like “Anyways-“ (Thoight would be funny because Geese are used as Guard animals)

Have a nice day! ^^ or night if it’s late!

Yeah!! I was genuinely surprised at the amount of Wally x Reader stuff here but I'm all for it!

Also ngl I've been playing a lot of Untitled Goose Game recently so,,, this ask couldn't have come at a better time /pos

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Barnaby

Honestly, when this lad first saw you emerge from the woods...he was about to run back home with his tail tucked between his legs. You gave him quite a fright!

You were a goose who was about Poppy's height--if not taller--with ragged greyed feathers and [e/c] eyes that look nearly bloodshot, your legs and bill having stitches, and some loose stuffing falling out of your main body.

All in all...you had a very intimidating disposition.

But when you approach Barnaby, it turns out you're just returning one of his juggling pins that he accidentally flung out into the forest.

"You best keep an eye on your juggling kits, dear." You speak in a gentle, raspy voice.

"Th-Thanks...are you from the barn too?"

"A different one. I used to be a guard for the little gooselings and other farm animals in my prime years but---oh..how about we walk and talk, hm? Do you live close by?"

And that's how Barnaby got to know you! He felt bad for judging you by your appearance, as while you look scary..you're just a sweet ol' geeser (yes he's made that pun a few times and you love it) whose kind heart and soul haven't gone anywhere.

You've come to care for everybody in the neighborhood, especially the big blue dog who sometimes gets into accidents while performing stunts.

In those cases, you always know how to nurse him back to health.

At some point, he and everybody else start to see you as a grandparent, calling you [Pa/Ma]...which makes you especially happy.

Sally

When you were younger, you saw her descend to earth, thinking it was just an ordinary shooting star.

You made a wish that you'll be able to find some good friends to spend the rest of your days with. Being a geese guard was a lonely job sometimes..

Many years later, you see that same star--now one who walked and talked--strolling through the forest near your barn. And you were ecstatic, wanting to introduce yourself!

Even though Sally's never met you till now, she's flattered to learn you wished upon her....and even happier to know she made that wish come true!

Your initial appearance surprised her, but she's eager to run back to town and introduce you to everyone!

So that's where you two head to, though as you're both talking (which is mostly her rambling about the next play she's performing tonight), an aggressive bear suddenly leaps out and roars, frightening her-

Until you hiss at it, extending your wings in a threatening manner, which immediately drove the beast back into the woods.

Then you turn back to the gawking star with the sweetest, most apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that, dearie..do continue."

And she does for a little while, but you end up using that bear encounter as a teaching moment, showing her (and the others once you meet them) how to best defend themselves against possible bear attacks (or any wild animal attack in general). You made it your mission to keep these young folks safe.

Sally would definitely incorporate these lessons into her plays, which you grew to adore, refusing to miss a single one.

Wally

It was actually Poppy who introduced you to the gang, since you've watched over the barn she's lived in since she was a little baby bird. She basically considers you her parent.

You helped her out with her anxiety issues and baking mishaps over the years, so everybody warms up to you quick after learning your ties to each other.

Wally's no different. He's not too intimidated by your height nor raggedy feathers (man knows to respect his elders).

If anything, he's impressed that your felt and stuffing are still keeping you together, but offers to help you get patched up.

"Oh thank you, sweetie!" You croon. "You know..this town is blessed to have such a kind and handsome gentleman like yourself here."

Hearing that instantly melted his heart.

Soon enough, you get acquainted with the others and take care of them if they need help with anything.

Within the neighborhood, you ensure no wildlife breaks into the grocery store and makes off with any food (especially apples), always keeping watch.

Wally admires your nurturing and protective nature, knowing you're a very wise bird who offers the best advice..

Whenever he's lost on inspiration for art projects or just...feeling stressed over whatever, you're there to help him how ever you can.

When he got caught out in a rainstorm and got sick one day, you made him some delicious soup that helped him feel better within hours.

And of course, Home's happy to see you taking care of their owner. So you're always welcomed inside.

[roseastralis]

✦ — YOUR BLOODIED BLADE II A TRIP TO MEMORY LANE.

blade x gn!reader

✦ summary ; you were willing to do anything he asked, you were used to it. so when he asked you to meet him in stargazer navalia, you obliged. when you arrived, what awaited you there was not blade, but a group of cloud knights sent to arrest you on a crime you did not at all dare commit—soon realizing that blade pinned his crime on you.

✦ info ; backstory of blade and reader from your bloodied blade part one, gn!reader

✦ warnings ; toxic relationship, sensitive topics, mentions of murder and death

✦ author's note ; part 2!! focusing on the backstory this chap so that u know the history. i'm well aware ren is not blade's real name, it's his chinese name. but let's pretend it is for now... also planning to make part 3 tbh

✦ masterlist | part one | part two

It was a restless night, you could not sleep at all, not after what happened in the Stargazer Navalia earlier. Your injuries caused by Blade took a toll on you, making it difficult for you to lay in any position that you almost considered sleeping while standing instead. The recent events that occurred just a few hours back played throughout your mind constantly—and you were annoyed that all you could think about was Blade. Fatigue hits you soon enough, shutting your eyes instantly as you try to get some rest. 

— ✦

“Meet me in the navalia later.” Blade said nonchalantly, hugging you from behind as you sheath your sword. “The usual spot?” You inquire, smiling as you kiss his chin. “Of course.”

“Don't tell me we're going to spar again. Give it up Rèn, I don't want to hurt you again. Sometimes, I think to myself that you're losing on purpose just so I could personally treat your wounds.” You state, sighing as you fix his messy hair from covering his sight.

“No, it's important.” He grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, as worry hits your face. “Whatever you say, Rèn. I’ll meet you there.”

— ✦

Strange, it was awfully silent when you arrived. Not a single sound could be heard, aside from the harsh winds of the late night. He told you specifically to meet you here, was he running late? Just then, you heard footsteps approaching. It didn't sound like it was coming from one direction—no. It was from multiple people, and it was only a matter of time when you were surrounded by multiple cloud knights with their spears pointed to you.

“If you do not want to make this difficult for you, then stand down and drop your weapon. You're coming with us.” A cloud knight shouted, raising his spear to point at you.

What? Under arrest? Thoughts clouded your mind and you found yourself being apprehended by one of the cloud knights, and you couldn't do anything about it, nothing. 

— ✦

There you were, sitting across from him—hands chained and head down low. Rèn, whose new identity is now Blade—had the face to visit you in this rotting prison and had the audacity to ask how you were doing. You hated how his eyes showed no emotion, how his face had no remorse. If only you could break free from the chains restraining you, then he would have been dead by now.

“(Name) Just listen to me.” Rèn—no, not Rèn. Blade said, sitting across from you and eyeing your frail figure. “Listen? Oh my dear Blade, the nerve you have to order me to listen to a single word you’re going to let out from that mouth of yours.” He raised his eyebrows, surprised at your sudden attitude. This was going nowhere.

“It’s sweet of you to visit me here in this place that you put me in. I have suffered long enough because of you. It's hard to believe that the man I fell in love with would betray me of all things. Aeons, maybe all of this was fake in the first place.” You spat, rage evident on your face. Thank goodness that both of you were given privacy, and that no one could interrupt you, and no one could hear the venom reeking off your tongue.

“I trusted you, I loved you, and I dedicated my whole life to you—but I never meant it like this. You’re cruel, you’re evil, you’re a monster who only cares about their own gains and won’t hesitate to throw someone into the dust for their own satisfaction.”

“I can help you escape—I’ll do anything (Name). Just tell me what to do and I will do it all for you.” 

“I don’t need your help, and I don’t need your pity. What’s done is done.” 

“(Name). I’m giving you a chance to be with me again—”

“Be with you? Hah, you’ve lost your mind Blade. Answer me this. Have you ever wondered who took the lives of the Lan family? The family, who was always so kind—so humble. Who, in their final moments, smiled up at the person who just reaped their souls—to take care of themselves? Tell me Blade, because I know that it certainly was not me.”

Blade’s face lit up in horror. “How did you—”

“Tell me, who was it?”

“...(Name), please—”

“Who paid for your sins. Who had to rot in jail, just for you to live free as a bird with no guilt carried on your back? I’ve had enough, Blade. Years and years of endless torture is what I had to endure—and yet you, the person responsible for all of this, had the nerve to pin the Lan family murders on someone else. Not just someone else actually—their own lover, the one who loved him endlessly. Yet you took them for granted, and now you are right here, sitting face to face with the one person you betrayed.”

— ✦

You woke up from your nightmare, beads of sweat covering your entire forehead as you continuously gasped for air. You were horrified—as you did not expect for your memories to come flooding back to you. This was the first time you ever dreamt about the incident, despite it being on your mind everyday. You didn’t think it would have such an impact on you, but after your encounter with Blade—you knew that you wanted to seek him out again.

The night was cold, and you were shivering more than usual until you realized that your window was wide open. You sigh, standing up from your bed. As soon as you close the window, something catches your sight. You slowly open the window again, only to find a bouquet of red spider lilies wrapped with dark blue paper and tied with a red knot.

Of course he did. Flowers, it was always on rare occasions that Blade would hand you a bunch of nicely wrapped flowers—usually consisting of roses or chrysanthemums. But that was long ago, and you did not expect this at all. What weirded you the most though, was the fact that he sent spider lilies. Of all flowers he could choose from, he had to choose the ones that were hardest to find. 

You gulped, face flooded with worry. Not only did he send spider lilies, of all things—you remembered that spider lilies symbolize final goodbyes, or even worse—death. That was what he told you before, once when you asked him if he liked flowers. Examining the bouquet, you saw a small note card shoved deep into the stems of the flowers. Your eyes widened slightly as you read it out loud.

“I will always protect you.”

reblogs are deeply appreciated !!

✦ those who asked for part two / to be tagged for part two :)) @rennieeeees | @jnyuan | @enviouspeanut

[watatsumiis]

I wanted to share if u dont mind?

Just imagine saving/helping greatly to someone Capitano values/cherishes and now not only u have goodwill of one of the Fatui Harbingers, but u also will gain a potential boduguard if u picked his interest. It will start as a sign of appreciation, theres not much people he holds dear, obviously, and if not your helping hand, maybe things might ve gone not so smooth.

But u are not fool, after some time u cant ignore rare calls for your company, him visiting u absolutely randomly, stumbling on a big bazar or some market "without meaning to". Neither can u stop him from making u at least some small gifts.

Only after u confront him and say that he sends mixed signals and u deserve as much gratitude anymore, at least not dirrectly coming from him, will he say in most deadpan, albeit smooth and calm voice.

"That was my intention to pursue u.. Thank u for noticing, btw. "

Wait this is such a cute idea though like... Capitano trying to be all sneaky as he shows his appreciation to you for saving one he cares about. Subtlety is not his forté so more often than not you just end up catching him standing nearby and staring at you intently.

I'd imagine that because of how hard he is to read, you quickly begin to think there's something wrong, but don't approach him first because of his high ranking and such. But then he starts doing small things in return, and you find gifts left out for you.

Finding out he's actually trying to court you would be such a sweet moment of realisation, I feel like he'd be almost bashful about it and it's so adorable when he's standing there waiting for your response looking as close to nervous as you've ever seen him omg.

[kormiato]

hi can u do one where how they would react when reader takes off rheir shirt and it reveals like a hella fit body w abs also inazuma girls(fem please<3)

Hi! Ofc I can, I'd love to! Hope you'll be satisfied! (Btw I was a little confused because you didn't mention which specific characters you want to see, but that's okay, I think.) Also if you want me to do part 2 with other characters, you can just ask and, if that's not too much trouble, please, mention which ones characters you want to see. <3 (Sorry for long wait, I was sick and then was busy with school, haha... Also sorry for any mistakes in text.)

Inazuma girls reacting on you taking off your shirt revealing a fit body (F! Reader)

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko, Sangonomiya Kokomi.

Ei

You always liked how Ei is when she's fighting. So strong and powerful, so elegant and fast, so serious and determined. She was incredible, to be honest. You admired her everytime when you asked her to show some of her training. You always sit on the floor not too far away but to be in a safe zone and look. Your elegant and soft Ei was turning into a merciless soldier, focusing on her battle with a puppet because only Raiden Shogun is able to keep up with her destructive rhythmic pace.

They fight for hours before Ei hops back raising her sword and says "Enough for now." and Shogun nods before leave. Then Ei always approaches you and sits down near you with a light smile on her face when she notices your adored gaze. She listens to your excitement about how awesome she was back there and tells you stories from her past.

That day was exact the same. But today you wanted to do something. And the thought itself was making you squirm on the floor in anticipation of the end of the training.

When the training was over, Ei sat down near you and sligtly smiled as she saw your smile. "That was SO cool, Ei!" you said. "Can you teach me something of that?" that slightly startled Ei. You? Wish to train? You was so sweet, so fragile in her eyes, she wanted to protect you from all the evil. But yet, she wants you to be happy, so your wish is her command. "Okay, if you want so," she said, making you jump out of excitement. She stood up with you. "Let's see how skillful you are first, alright? I won't be too hard on you." Ei said with the sword in her hand as she waits for you to take one of the swords in the room.

But what she didn't expect is for you to take your shirt off. Her eyes got a little wider as she didn't know the purpose of it. Her eyes wandered along your torso, abs. White crop top looks good on your surprisingly fit body. Ei could feel the heat on her cheeks as you throwed your shirt on your seat spot and started limbering up. Wow. You looked pretty much stronger now and less fragile than she thought before. Your little smile was sweet as always, but now more determined, confident.

As you done preparing for the little sparring, you grabbed one of the swords and took a fighting stand in front of Ei. She, on the other hand, shook her head to stop staring at you because, Dear Archons, you really looked surprisingly beautiful and strong. And if there's something that Ei likes in human, it's strength and determination. And you looked pretty determined and excited.

Let's just say that the training went very calm and relaxed and after this Ei sat down and asked about where you learned to fight and get that fit body. No naughty intentions, she really is just curious.

Yae Miko

It was a pretty busy day for the shrine, everyone was busy with something: cleaning, helping people that was coming from time to time. You came to visit Yae and you really didn't know why you was with Yae Miko in one of the shrine's rooms, but one look at her was enough for you to know that she's up for no good. She just suddenly took your hand once she saw you and led you in the shrine without greeting or even explanation. And now she stood up in front of you with her usual playful and sly smirk. You looked like a bunny, cornered by a fox. Her hands were behind her back, she clearly holds something in them. "Um... Miko? What are you up to now?" you asked, making her playful smirk get wider as she let out a soft chuckle, looking right into your eyes.

And then she hands you folded clothes. And suddenly you realized what she wants. She wanted you to help her in the shrine, because they were running out of free hands. You let out soft "Oh..." that made her giggle. "Well? Are you up to it?" Miko asked, raising her eyebrow. You only laughed light heartedly and nodded. "Fine, I'll help." You took the clothes and turned your back to her to change your clothes.

As you took your shirt off, Miko hums with playful surprise and that makes you turn to face her with a raised eyebrow in a silent question. Yae smiled slyly with a soft chuckle as her eyes admired your form as you stood there in your bra. "Something's wrong?" you asked. Yae shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. I just didn't expect my little flower to look so strong and beautiful. You look pretty amazing," she says with a slight sparkle in her eyes, and her words made you blush slightly as you quickly turned around and continued changing your clothes. Your blush didn't go unnoticed by Yae Miko and that made her laugh in amusement. "Clearly precious little flower. Guess I'll need to watch closely so no one will try to take you away from me because of how adorable and stunning you are." She adds with a sly smirk.

All the time you walked on the territory of the shrine, you always could feel her looking at you. But at least no one bothered you or made you uncomfortable.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Kokomi was coming home pretty tired last few days. You was understanding, she has a lot of work to do everyday, but you still hated to see your beloved in such state. So you took care of her every single day when she was like this: cooking her favorite meal, preparing a hot bath for her or giving her a massage as she falls asleep from your loving and gentle touch that never failed to make her worries and troubles melt away and just feel safe, relaxed and at home.

But today she managed to take a little day off to just relax and spend some more time with you. Finally, you had a pleasure of seeing her face instead of empty side of the bed when you woke up. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted as her breathing slow and calm. You looked at her for a couple of minutes before standing up to cook her a breakfast. You already got whole day planned for both of you, you wanted it to be lazy day, but still fun and interesting.

After both of you ate your breakfast, you decided to watch some TV and after whole day filled with cuddles, movies and eating snacks, you asked Kokomi if she wants to go and swim a little, and you was ecstatic when she agreed. You both grabbed your swimsuits (you also grabbed your sword, because it can be unsafe and you will always make sure to protect your precious girl) and after some time you both was on the shore.

You was happy to see Kokomi smiling because the place was quiet and so beautiful.

While she was admiring the view, you decided to take your casual clothes off, because you both put on your swimsuits under your clothes before heading out to this place. (sorry, I really rarely go to swim even at the summertime, so this can be quite unlogical)

When Kokomi turned to face you, her jaw dropped. You was standing in your swim suit, and damn your body looked pretty fit and strong. You looked like her own bodyguard now, not like her girlfriend. She looked you up and down, her face getting pretty red.

"Wow, my lovely, you look beautiful." Kokomi muttered, looking to the side, feeling a little flustered now. You only giggled, standing a little closer to her and leaving soft kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Kokomi. Now let's have fun and swim, shall we?" You said gently. Kokomi nodded and took off her own casual clothes, standing in her swim suit as well. You gently took her hand in yours and then started running towards the water, making her laugh and laughing along. It was pretty memorible day off for both you and Kokomi.

(Kokomi deserves the best of cuddles and comfort, she's so pretty, omg...)

[002yb]

Your ask about superman eating dicks lunchbox for Jason? Supreme. So i was wondering how does Clark fit in the jaydick shenanigans? Bruce is the worried father but Clark? Is he the chaperon? Is he the one who helps them sneak out from bruces radar? Is he just looking so happy forbthe boys?

Supportive!Clark!! ( ´ ▽ ` )♡

Private as Dick is about his love life, Clark notices how Dick's gaze follows Jason around a room, how it lingers. Dick's entire disposition seems to brighten at the sight of the Red Hood and, aliases be damned, it's always, 'little wing!' accompanied by matching stutter skipped heartbeats and it's cute.

Clark has seen all varieties of smiles from Dick over the years, but seeing how Dick smiles at Jason, with Jason, it's so darn sweet.

It reminds Clark of all his fondness and affection for whichever life partner he has in this AU. It's so adoring, loving and it makes Clark's heart swell with warmth and tenderness.

It inspires Clark to call or text his partner because the sight makes Clark think of them and he can't not because, 'remember when we were younger and--' ahhhh just Clark being an old man reminiscing his own love and everything its become and being happy for Dick to have that, too. ;U;

Clark having full confidence that this is it. He knows that look in these boys' eyes and there's more than banter and flirtation and a timid, tentative smittenness. There's a spark and it's electric; there's unspoken commitment and a slowly built and earned trust and it's beautiful.

He wonders if Batman has figured it out yet. When Clark comes to realize Bruce hasn't got a clue, Clark is endlessly humored because Bruce really is missing something right under his nose. It's so blatantly obvious, too. Clark can tease him for this later though. It'll be great.

Clark not being able to bite back a smile of his own when he catches the two boys fooling around (in a sfw sense), all playful flirtation and ornery menace.

Clark is fond of all the Robins, but he might feel a bit more endeared to Jason after seeing how Jason manages to bring a forgotten sense of wonder out of Dick. The sort that's raw and young and wild.

It's something Clark hasn't seen in too long, grown as Dick is. Clark thinks he missed it though. He thinks maybe Dick did, too.

Something something Dick going to Clark for relationship advice.

Something something Clark being overwhelmed with fondness because always cool and collected Dick gets tongue-tied while talking about Jason and it's really sweet. ;3;

So basically, Clark is happy and supportive of these two boys. He's quiet about it; he doesn't get involved unless approached because their lives aren't his to mettle in, but privately? He's glad. Clark feels that they're both compatible in how they can support one another, but also challenge and check each other as needed, too. They'll grow together, undoubtedly. They'll protect each other, too.

Also, from Jason's side:

Clark asking Jason how everything with Dick is going. Out of politeness. Or maybe just commenting on how happy Jason makes Dick or how happy Jason looks.

And Jason combusts with a blush, flustering like none other and Clark can hear it - how Jason's heart skips a beat and how it races and oh, dear. This boy has it so bad; it's cute.

Happy as Clark is in his own relationship, he sees Jason's appeal in spades in that moment. Jason is quiet darling. //u///

[diodellet]

Hello, I saw your valentines post and thought I might join in

I'd really like prompt 3, the one with the dream if them , and Azul from twst

He's my fav of the twst cast and a comfort character (❁´◡`❁)

my pronouns are they/them/he/him, so do whatever you like with that info

maybe it's just me, but in a dream someone would have to do something cute and/or sweet in it to get me flustered and avoiding them (lol I'm weak to fluff but not really spice)

Anyways, I hope you have a lovely day or night and I wish the best of luck to you!

💌Azul Ashengrotto + Prompt #3 (Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.)

Dreams end at the most climactic moment. That is to say, right when the zombies catch you or as soon as you hit the ground. The same holds true for good dreams especially.

Which brings you to your current predicament. 

The details were fading away, all that remained burned into your mind were those final moments—a wistful piano instrumental filling the air, the feeling of your hand in his as he led you in a slow dance, a lightness taking over your body as if you were floating, the steady heat of his palm against yours lingering even after you’ve woken up.

Of course, to be further spited by fate, the both of you are paired for a short research paper, carefully looking through the reference section of the library. Together.

“—if we could find more literature on—Hm? Is something the matter?” Azul looks up from the book he was skimming through.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve just got a few things on my mind.” You play it off with a wave of your hand.

He levels a concerned look at you. “Is our class representative overworking himself again?”

“N-no, not this time. It’s nothing, just some personal business.”

“If you say so, then. But if you need a listening ear, just know that I can make room in my schedule to assist you. It would be terrible if I let a dear colleague of mine carry such a burden, wouldn’t it?” There’s something about those words, or maybe his voice, that makes your stomach uneasy. 

There are some things you know about Azul Ashengrotto definitively. Anyone can spot his flair for showmanship. He’s busy, but also approachable. Maybe distant at times, but always polite.

(Not at all like the Azul in your dream. Not like the Azul of now.)

Scratch that point about distance, you didn’t get the memo that the both of you were close enough to be dear colleagues.

But here you are, on the receiving end of his complete and utter attention. It occurs to you now how little you truly know about Azul.

The ring of the bell cuts your conversation short, and you blurt out a flimsy excuse before rushing out and leaving him alone in the library.

a/n: hiiii!! thanks for sending in a request and happy valentines day💕💕 i had a bit of challenge trying to pin down azul's chara because i kept thinking any sweet or tender gesture from him would first of all be off-putting to the target of his affection,,, and that kinda carried through in the writing,,, oops,,, these drabbles weren't meant to contain slowburn tension🤧🤧Either way this prompt was fun to write, i hope u enjoyed reading this💕💕

[4am-enha]

i loved ur enha finding u crying story and was wondering if u could do one w jungwon comforting/cheering on their s/o while practicing hard/during their taekwondo match! i do taekwondo and jungwon is my bias and i may or may not always bring his pc to competitions as a sense of comfort. but tyy :)

A Kick in the Heart.

pairing: (gn) taekwondo student reader x s/o taekwondo partner jungwon

genre: fluff fluff fluff fluff

wc: ≈ 2k

description/tags: yang jungwon from enhypen, basically the ask above sums it up, comfort, support, frustration, “my love/dear” used, hand holding, hug, relationship, happy crying.

note: ello! thank you so much for requesting this, it’s such a cute idea (i’m also jungwon biased) and i honestly needed the motivation to write something on here. full disclaimer, i don’t really know anything about taekwondo because i have only done ju jitsu, so it might not be very accurate but i tried anyway ㅠㅠ. ily, you’re super cool and i hope you enjoy <3

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The ache in your legs only began to hurt more and you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the old smell from the mats your now shaky legs stood upon. You had been practicing restlessly for hours alone in the dojang this evening, pushing yourself past your limits, all in preparation for a huge competition coming up sooner than you would have liked it to be. The nerves and pre-comp anxiety you felt only pushed you to train harder, practice more. You had to be prepared and ready for this and you wouldn’t go down easy. What pushed you even harder was your taekwondo partner, who also happened to be your sweet and loving s/o, Yang Jungwon.

Maybe it was corny, but you took pride in impressing him. You desperately wanted to avoid being humiliated in front of him, even if he was the type of person to think you’re amazing no matter what. You had met him when you first joined taekwondo, and were partnered up with him for your first few classes. He had been doing taekwondo for a few years now, and was really, and I mean really good at it, so it was an honor to be the one to work with him back then. He was always the instructor's example for the other students and everyone looked up to him,

Especially you.

He was basically your idol in some sort of way, and you were determined to get to know him. Luckily, he was just as willing to learn about you and you soon became inseparable, spending every day together in and out of the dojang. You had this specific picture of him that you loved so much and you would always carry it around with you, which you would always look at for comfort before any big event or a match. Of course, he had one of you too. He called it his ‘good luck charm’ and whenever you couldn’t be where he was, he would bring the picture like you were there with him.

Usually you would always practice together but you had been insisting on practicing solo for this upcoming competition, even though he was also participating in the competition just in a different section. You didn’t tell him that you had been consistently almost living in the dojang when nobody else was using it for the past few weeks. In fact, Jungwon had started to get insanely worried about you because you just kept canceling on plans and missing out on everything. At first, he thought you might’ve been mad at him and maybe you were giving him the silent treatment- but you didn’t seem mad at all, and you weren’t necessarily ignoring him all-day-everyday either.

As he passed the simple yet so significant building where you would usually train alongside each other, today he noticed a light on where it shouldn’t have been. Only then it occurred to him exactly where you had been disappearing to. If there was anywhere you’d be before a competition, it was the dojang. He felt a little betrayed that you weren’t practicing with him though, and began to worry you might have found a new favorite training partner.

As he approached the entrance of the room, he could hear the smacks of your hits, exhausted breaths, and yells of frustration followed by a light thud. His eyes were both blessed and cursed with the sight of you as he entered. There you were, so beautiful, but so burnt out and sore. You had obviously taken a minute to catch your breath and you were laying on your back staring into the awfully bright ceiling completely lost in thought. He sighed and approached you quietly, quiet enough that you still hadn’t noticed him until he positioned and laid himself next to you.

You briefly turned your head to look at him and then looked back up at the ceiling and stayed silent. You knew he was about to nag the heck out of you for this, but you were just too tired and annoyed to even try fighting it or defend yourself. Jungwon laid there and stared at the ceiling as well, but he wasn’t silent for long.

“Why alone?” he uttered.

You shrugged in response, not sure how to answer yet and still a little surprised to see him unintentionally here right now.

“You really want to do well?” he questioned you rhetorically.

“Why is that even a question, you know I do,” you grumbled.

“Then don’t you want a companion?”

“You don’t need to train, you’re gonna win without any practice, you always do. I mean your name literally has ‘won’ in it,” you regarded with a smart tone.

“Who says you aren’t going to do just the same? You’re probably better than me-” he was cut off by the facial expression plastered on your face when you turned your head to meet his eyes. Your eyebrows were raised at him in a way of saying “be serious”.

“Okay at least let me help you a bit,” he sat up and took your arm to draw circles on it with his finger, “I don’t want you to seriously hurt yourself,” he pouted slightly.

You didn’t plan on it, but you ended up agreeing to let him train with you for a few hours. He was too precious to reject, and that cheesy plea on his face was too convincing. He got changed and returned quickly to begin practice with you.

About an hour in, you hit the ground pretty hard and screamed. Jungwon rushed to you in horror that he might’ve really injured you. But it wasn’t a scream of pain, it was an infuriated scream of failure and exhaustion. Jungwon understood.

“It’s okay, you’re gonna knock it out of the park,” Jungwon took your hand into his own, “I believe in you. You’re such a hard worker, and your determination is unmatched love. That’s why I love you so much, you know that.”

“I’m just afraid I’m not reaching my full potential. What if I don’t do good enough?” You began to fret frantically, doubting yourself left and right.

Jungwon turned your head to look at him and he simply smiled, dimples on full display. He tucked away a stray hair strand in your face and grabbed the little flannel from beside him, dabbing it on your forehead gently, “there is no ‘if’ when it comes to you. You can and will do your best, and at the end of the day you’re always the winner of my heart.”

“That’s so cringey,” you squirmed.

“You make me like that,” he patted your head softly and reached out to pull you up on your feet again, “let’s go get a treat, you deserve it.”

“The building is still open for another hour though-” you began.

“It’s enough practice my dear, you’re going to be swollen and too sore to participate on the day otherwise. Then all that hard work you put in will go to waste,” he tried to convince you.

You nodded and began to tidy up the space, “you're paying though, I left my money at home.”

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The big day had arrived and the knots in your stomach and slight tremble proved it. You were up next, and Jungwon wasn’t there beside you. He was off doing his own match elsewhere. You wished you could’ve watched him, but you had your match at the same time as his and you knew he would win it anyway. He was a taekwondo genius after all.

You sneaked a glance at the picture of him you had and smiled. “I’ll win it for us,” you thought to yourself.

“You’re on now,” the person beside you guided you.

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Just as you had predicted, Jungwon was currently winning his match, but it was getting a bit too close for comfort for him. His rival was actually a challenge and Jungwon almost slipped up a few times.

The thought of you was taking over his mind, which is probably why he wasn’t as focused as he usually was today. It was risky, but he couldn’t erase the thought of you right now. The immense guilt he felt that he couldn’t be there with you right now was suffocating. You had trained until you literally dropped and he was missing it. All he wanted was to be holding you right now and he was so concerned for your health and safety. If someone hurt you, he swears he would go after them.

The thought of you motivated him and he began to pick up his pace again to get this match over and done with. Quickly, Jungwon won the match and cheers were heard from all around the space, but he didn’t celebrate. Not at all. Jungwon rushed off the area and ran like lightning towards where your match was. He pushed through people and almost fell over a few times until he reached the sight of you.

You were losing the lead of your match, but still working hard to win.

Until you heard it.

The enthusiastic cheer from a familiar voice of someone you absolutely adored.

“THATS MY Y/N!”

You caught a glimpse of him to confirm it; Jungwon had basically become something like the flash to support you in your match. He was jumping up and down, yelling your name like an obsessive American soccer mom. It made you giggle to yourself, and almost distracted you.

“FOCUS” is all you could hear from Jungwon now, he was like a coach.

But maybe that’s all you needed. Just, Jungwon.

Because you won your match, even after coming dangerously close to losing. You couldn’t believe it and you stood paralyzed in shock. This win was huge for you because this was a really important and popular competition. Taekwondo students from all around the country had come together for it.

When it was okay to, Jungwon darted over to you and captured you into a tight hug, spinning you around a little, “YOU DID GREAT!”

You had missed his warmth and embrace so badly, and you were so surprised to see him before the end of your match- that you had just won- that you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Why are you crying my love?” He hugged you tighter.

“You’re drenched in sweat, that’s so gross” you joked.

“Oh I’m so sorry I just-“ Jungwon didn’t get the memo that it was just a joke.

“They’re happy tears,” you interrupted him and cried out, letting them finally fall from your eyes. You tightened your grasp on him, heart full of love. When suddenly, you heard Jungwon begin to sniffle too.

“Wait, why are YOU crying?” You looked at him, the skin around his eyes starting to glow a light red as he wiped your own tears with his thumbs.

“Happy tears, because I’m so proud of you. You’re such an amazing person, and you’re all mine.”

No award could amount to the achievement he felt being able to call you his.

… end …

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an: ty for reading! lmk what you guys thought, all notes are appreciated and feedback is encouraged!! i’m sorry if there’s a lot of mistakes- i can’t see what i’m typing very well because of the tumblr bug rn where the text is barely visible ugh. have a great day loves~ ENHA COMEBACK OTW HEHEHEHAR.

[mmorw]

haven’t sent a request in yet so～ how about renren with an equally obsessive alpha?

NEX TE AMO

based on this. ren would definitely be happy with an alpha just as obsessive as he is, knowing that there is also a person just as 'sick' (especially if it's you) worrying about seeing him, taking pictures of him and keeping your attention focused on him makes him gasp with happiness, definitely.

“ angel, this is why you didn't want me to enter your room? ... how cute. ♡ ”

It's almost charming, renren has no friends or family to spend time with, so he's more than content to be alone with you. you two alone. alone. whether it's your room or not, it's always nice how you two "share" love, perfuming him or just nibbling on the tattoo he has with your name on it.

“ your skin is— soft. really soft. ”

“ uh-oh, mister- I think we have a problem down here. ”

has some weird fetish with you just perfuming him in your scent, filling him up and branding him with you, asking him every time he goes out to take a piece of your clothes or pulling his shirt down to his shoulder so that your teeth marks show just to let everyone else know who he belongs to.

renren won't complain, he won't even have to waste words from his pretty mouth because there's not a single day in which you don't perfume him or tuck him in your clothes - it's not like ren would go out without you, if you need him to go for something, he will! but he prefers to go out with you, hand in hand, eating something sweet and kissing, while sitting on a park bench.

“ I like when people look at us, that way they know more surely who you belong to. ”

“ I-I swear to god if you don't stop, I'm going to lose myself right. here. ”

Imagine what this kind of obsession started since you were kids, depending on the canonical factors where leon makes a face at ren and throws the ring away, speaking for you to say that you're not interested in it ( even if you are ) just to take you to another side of the arena and you, with words in your mouth and your sudden change of city, have to somehow or other stalk him back.

keep the ring and take care of it like a treasure, know how hungry for touch what is ren how to "prepare" you for the moment where you see him and go straight to the caresses in a hurry, the two are equally hungry for each other, so I do not see more problems than the lack of air every time you two kiss. ♡ ♡

the moans that renren gives when u two separate from each kiss make you come back and wrap him in your arms and press him on you so well until you guys are drooling over and over again. yk.

❝ your crotch throbs harder with need, the light warm gasps you give each time the omega comes closer and kisses you make you hold back the urge to move at least a little; to want to wrap him in your arms and lie down on the bed, only to keep going more and more.

the smell of renren is sweet and spicy, it almost burns your skin; it's addictive, intoxicating. you'll never get tired of it. there's no going back, all you want is to keep him for yourself, to have him at your disposal and take care of him - yes, he can kill as many pretty boys and girls as you come across, you wouldn't mind in the least.

just to nibble and mark him as yours is more than enough, right? —

and if we go to a time skip here and there~ where we duly AND responsibly want to form a family with our dear mate; it's clear that you two are going to be a bit too overprotective of the future pups you'll beget under your roof. [redacted] is more than happy to see you just carry the pup and walk all over the hospital room with that small creature in your arms, directly approaching renren to shower him with compliments and sweet kisses- get so gooey that even the security guards would have to come and get you out because— ren needs you urgently! ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

as first time parents, you two absolutely adore your puppy- he is small and fragile, he barely falls into your arms and apparently adapted too quickly to renren's pheromones to let go of him. as he gets older, you two's obsession grows for a bigger family, even if you give somewhat... toxic advice to the pup, you both let him know that it's for his own good! if he loves something, don't let it go! you two are here now, even if you neglected the poor ren for a few years, you are still together after all this time, a weird family with weird goals and objectives, but united and loving to each other.

ㅤㅤㅤ what else do you need ? ♡

[i23kazu]

— MUTUALS , YOU REMIND ME OF ! ( PART ONE )

@starglitterz you remind me of sleeping under the night sky :') the air is warm with the hum of cicadas.

@chichikoi you remind me of a love letter, with gojo doodles all over. hehehheheheehe.

@kazumist you remind me of walking into a gachapon store! :') there's excitement and also kind of a suspense because you really really want that neko keychain.

@kazucafe you remind me of a bunch of pretty wildflowers! yk, the ones that kazuha picked up for you on his walk.

@dawndelion-winery insanity /j . the thrill of willing a valorant game. and all the 'GG's that come after hehe.

@mccnstruck a sunny, cold day!! one of my ultimate favourite weathers :3 truly a W. sunny enough, but cold enough to not sweat, so everything is comfortable!

@faesther ou its you. you remind me of a shield. always, always a shield. as well as a dove! and xiao.

@haliyamori you. you remind me of a brand new watercolour set. hehe.

@oveloof hmmmmmm... dan heng. also chinese paper 2s HELPP but frfr you remind me of the happy feeling i get when i have enough space to download a game

@vennnnn-diagram HMMMM... lightning, and i'll always associate you with royal purple;;; and mcdonalds bc mcdonald joachim

@heiayen SUNFLOWERS. need i say more? and also hilarious japanese english dubs. ily dont kill me /lh

@tiredsleep kaeya. always and forever kaeya – more recently, gojo :') <3

@intothegenshinworld shiro!!! when i think of you, i think of the character shiro from voltron hehe. lovely to be around. also just. such a sweet person

@versadies YOU. i think of emoji reactions. particularly the fire and bangbang emojis.

@xiaoriae AUNI !!! you remind me of clouds! soft, pretty clouds that seem to watch and follow in your footsteps. hehe

@zhongrin MEIRINNNN. remind me of zhongli. always HAHAHHAA but also tea. you remind me of a cup of pu'er. something to share with your husband? ;)

@rintosei the freminet pfp HELP... that funni freminet pfp with the red cross over it. i hope u get him soon hehe. lovable diver boy with social anxiety. ok but fr, you remind me of bubblegum ice cream TuT

@ryuryuryuyurboat YOU. tulips. always. and a dorayaki. hehe. love u 2 bits kisses u mwah

@moonltwltz BABY !!!!! you remind me of soft pink bows... but with a black fishnet on top of them for your alt/grunge side of you hehe. love youuuuuuu with all my heart

@kyouko-writes hi dear!!! you remind me of lollipops ;)) something sweet and familiar.

@dustofthedailylife HI DUST !! you remind me of one of my favourite teachers previously. a sweet soul & kind human and just ??? so approachable ??? n e ways love u have a gr8 day

@mikacynth HAI MIKA you remind me of xiao and kaeya!!! and also a seashell. very pretty but i dont see you often (halp i think we r just missing each other on dash...) hope ur doing well!!

yayayyay part one is done! its something i've wanted to do for a while now;;;; hope yall like it HAHAHHA AND if you dont think thats you, tell me how you see yourself ;)

[urstruly-ghst]

Hello! I read the prompt of “their crush accidentally confessing to them and running away? Then their crush just completely avoids them afterwards?” And I really liked it! Is it possible you could do this for Jade, Riddle, Trey and Malleus as well? I noticed you mentioned having an announcement for this blog, and if you’re too busy or don’t have time, you can take your time with the prompt or skip it if you need to 🥰 Good luck with your thesis work!

note : i have lost all my drafts (i type on ms word) for my 17 asks, but--! i have gotten 2 drafts saved. this is one of them. due to this, my requests are still open! i promise i would deliver more. sorry for the delay

riddle rosehearts 

In a world of uptight rules and borderline tyranny of Riddle, he had a soft spot for many things. The sweet strawberry tarts baked by his dear friend, the perfect marks he worked hard for, the sentimental moments in his dorm, and you. You were not just his dear friend, and you also held his affections. Riddle took a lot of time to understand his afflictions, which means he would be very slow approaching you. 

Your friendship was very civil, and it took time for Riddle to be a: “buddy-pal” level of friend. He wanted the relationship to be treasured, and he wanted to be your friend compared to someone you date. Riddle wishes that if his feelings are not returned, he would still be your close friend.  However, he doesn't expect much from you when his affections are something that you have to look into carefully.

But Riddle didn’t expect you to confess first. This was not in his plan but his dreams, so I guess he isn’t frozen in shock. He was feeling so many new emotions at that time. He had the flutter and disbelief coming rapidly. Riddle was so absolutely floored with this. He couldn’t even say his feelings before you rushed off, leaving him so red and confused.

He tried to chase you, but it turns fruitless when you sprint fast. Riddle wasn’t athletic, but he could try breaking one rule, running in the fields with his horse from the Equestrian Club. Outlandish as that scenario is, Riddle was in shambles. For once, he got this new invigorating feeling. Plus, this is a prime-time show-off for you.

When his horse caught up to you, you were already surrendering. No one can outrun his horse, and he trained her well to run for miles. Besides that, he can tell that all this running around isn’t going to solve anything. He waits for you to calm down before he finally relays his own response, all of his confessions were filled in with flowery words and stammers, and he was happily basking in your presence.

“I know I have been harsh with my actions in chasing you down. I apologize for that, but you were stubborn, and I am determined. You confessed you liked me, yes? Well, I utterly adore you too. I was hurt with you running around, so I decided to rush after you... Stop looking at me like that..”

trey clover

Trey was very reasonable and was usually responsible for getting people in his dorm to follow the rules. For a reason, he was the vice leader; anything he does feels calculated, and all relate to his authority. Yet even with his high standing power, those relations never reached you.

Yes, you were an honorary member of the dorm (Riddle says so himself); however, you were not in Trey’s regime. Like Che’nya, you were a loophole. Trey finds himself confused and wonders why he wanted to make the loophole more complicated than it should be. Later, he shall learn that those intense feelings were his blooming love for you.

While it was not shocking for him to like you, after all, you are his favorite student to teach baking and the only one keeping the ADeuce duo in line. He finds you attractive from the beginning. While confirming his feelings, Trey had time to plan out confessing and being more honest to you and others. Trey was always secretive. He was far from it, even if he looked like an open book. 

However, even with planning, you somehow made a mess. Uncharaterically of you, Trey would note as you were stuttering and being antsy to spit out the rest of your confession. Indeed, this day was a mess for Heartslabyul. First, the lot of another rose bush being all white, the students causing mayhem, and Trey running after you spat out the last bit of your heartful words. The chaos was rampant, the dorm members pushing blame on each other. Trey then had this moment of rebellion, deciding he could deal with all the disarray later. You’re more important. 

While running away from the gardens to the looming hallways, you got lost. Cursing at the predicament of being lost, you try to remember the patterns, but amidst your effort to escape, Trey found you. It was unfair for you, you mumble, as getting lost in a dorm you’re not familiar with and the vice leader running after you, you’d lose the game if there were any. Trey laughed slyly as you surrendered to his help. Like always. However, your shock was reaching the roof when Trey had this look. A look you wished to be bestowed upon you. For as odd as the Heartslabyul dorm can be, Trey made sure you knew his feelings were not weird or playful, and it all started with a kiss. 

“You know, if you were a student in this dorm, you would definitely be collared by Riddle for running off. Hahaha! I’m glad you’re not a part of this dorm because I would lose it if anything happened to you. Let’s forget them, for now, because I need to take you out on something more. Or do we stay to announce this union of ours? Oh, you know I'm joking.”

jade leech

Everything Jade does and say is calculated and well executed to his best abilities. One can say that jade wants to be the epitome of a perfectly constructed being, with his sly and almost impregnable facade. However, Jade isn’t all as perfect when it comes to one thing: dealing with those pestering thoughts of you.

While he deals with chaos regularly, he says it is all a part of a balanced day. It never prepared him for the mess you bring in his world— the meticulously crafted world, from his first steps on land to his hikes to the mountains. Dealing with you and your insanely alluring presence was like learning to walk on his two feet again. It was going back to square one; strangely, he didn’t mind it. That means Jade can learn everything about you, the world, and your mystery.

However, it doesn’t help when you’re unpredictable. Jade plans things out, he isn’t the impulsive one between the twins, but he should’ve seen things your way too. Jade prepared everything from his words and outcomes, but you shatter his plans again. Ever so annoyingly, but so apologetically. You confessed— out of schedule, out of his control. It struck him so.

But Jade can recover. He always knew that catching yourself was the first action. So, he grabbed you quite fast, not letting you escape his world again. Jade calls out to you like the vast ocean, hoping you’re listening to his calls, and pleads to drown yourself in just him. 

It took some time for both of you to recover from that. It was unlike the fast-paced deals he does. For the first time, Jade made things slower. Jade is direct, always wanting to get things done, but when it came to you, he opted to take some time with you. It’s uncharacteristic of Jade to do so; Jade, the one who makes deals faster than one can blink, took his time with you. Both of you can say it was worth the wait, as you are now drowning in an overwhelmingly perfect world deep within your planets.

“I must say, my dearest pearl, I never thought I could make a deal prolong as i did with you. You’re truly something. Aren't you? Fufufu. Words can’t explain how you caught me off guard. It’s a boast for you to outsmart and get the Jade Leech to be confused for a second. Consider yourself the first, dear.” 

malleus draconia 

Being with Malleus as a stranger is intimidating for many. He is a very tall and robust individual alone. What more as a magician? However, Malleus never felt that around you, even after finding out his heritage as a prince and one of the world’s powerful mages. You treated him with the same kindness you granted him the first time fireflies invaded your sight on that fateful night. 

Falling in love with Malleus is more emotional than the rest, as he never felt more of a connection that runs as deep as the magic that plagued the land. He often wonders if he loved you for more than he does, would it imprint on the world as the way magic has? Malleus is a romantic fae who often wants to spend time with someone like you. Amazing you. 

Confessing is no challenging feat for Malleus, and he has complete confidence you would react positively. However, he takes some time not to startle you, as he thinks coming off too strong would make his shiny reputation and impression on you. Yet, as cautious as the giant fae is, you confessed so suddenly during your late-night walks. It felt like a whisper more than a confession, but Malleus heard it as earth-shattering loud. It made his steps halt. His shallow breaths were knocked out of his lungs. It was such a shock. 

And, as the silence and shock registered, you ran away. Scared, confused, and hurt, that is what you felt. Malleus was so silent, as still as the gargoyles he stared at. You felt ashamed for flying in your fantasies too much. Yet, before you can disappear, Malleus’ bright fireflies invade your vision. It brought you back to the night you both met. 

Malleus appeared, smiling coyly, as he held his hand for you to take. You just stared, scared as to why he was so calm. He knew what was spiraling into your mind, but he had time to sort those things out. Malleus can slow down his already slow pace for you. After all, it does take time to adjust to the knowledge your partner is not the same species.

“Do you know of fae traditions? I can assure you that all those other nuances are as complicated as the ever-changing human customs.  My rose, born out of sweet honey, I am here. No need to run. It pains me so. Know that nothing of your feelings shall scare me off... Unless you’re challenging me, no?”