#although sometimes it's just too irresistible

[loveemagicpeace]

🏹1st house & You 🌌

💕1st house describes you as a person, your appearance. The Ascendant and the 1st house-This area of the chart denotes your body as the vehicle for your life force and vitality, and so suggests your sense of yourself as a physically separate individual. Being the symbol of the birth moment, it also describes your arrival into the world and the pattern of responses this sets up. Your Ascendant (or rising) sign is a powerful indicator of how you feel about yourself.💕

⚡️1st house Sun -the person usually looks proud, illuminated and casirmatic. The charisma of these persons is very noticeable. Many times their hair is noticed because it is like a lion's mane or it melts. They put a lot into their hair and take care of it. I notice that these people often dress in one color or wear various inscriptions, paintings related to childhood (many times you see cartoon T-shirts) or some kind of logos. Many times they like to dress in brands. Many times they come forward very confident, but in reality many times they are not at all. Many times the sun covers up their insecurity or weakness. You know how to enlighten others around you and people with this position are often popular among people. People love you quickly. You almost never experience something very terrible (unless there are aspects and other houses that are darker).

🌙1st house Moon- persons tend to appear more kind, caring and friendly. But they can also come forward capriciously (depending on their mood). Emotions are carried on their face and it is difficult to reveal them. Individuals with the Moon in the 1st House wear their hearts on their sleeves and follow their hearts. They have good intuition and are quick to feel things emotionally. Many times the moon creates a cancer look or makes a person's head rounder. People can have gentle soft appearance, a smiling face, and a yearning for comfort, pleasure, and luxury.

🍀1st house Mercury-people look thinner and taller. Usually, when you talk to them, they come across as very smart and intelligent. Many times there are people who have the energy to talk a lot. Above all, their mind and thinking is in the foreground. Many people can ask them for advice. Mercury also gives many thoughts, which you say out loud. You can practically speak your mind. These people also start talking quickly and are the initiators of topics. Maybe sometimes they say things out loud without meaning to. Many times they have multiple personalities and are never really committed to just one thing. They can quickly change their mind if they are not sure about it. What I also noticed is that in reality they talk a lot because they want to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of silence. They do not like the death of silence and many times they prefer noise.

🧚🏼‍♀️1st house Venus-venus usually gives feminine beauty and many people can find you beautiful. You can often get compliments. Your energy is relaxing and often these people are natural (they like natural beauty). This placement gives you a warm, friendly aura and an elegant air that people find irresistible. These individuals tend to be well liked and exude an aura of warmth, friendliness. These individuals tend to be extremely tolerant, accommodating and often compromise their own inner needs and wishes for the sake of maintaining peace and avoiding conflict. You tend to attract others to you quite readily, and rarely come on too strong or aggressively. Venus in the 1st, you might come across as charming, keen to get on with everyone and oil the wheels. There are people who will make you feel that you can be beautiful no matter what u wear. Although they are either very natural without make-up and especially if they have virgo rising. Or they may be obsessed with doing beauty touch-ups and make-up.

🦋1st house Mars- Mars here can come out all guns blazing, a pattern that may reflect emergencies in the birth experience or the early presence of a rival. There may be a lot of masculine energy here. These people know how to do men's jobs and can come forward quite dominantly and decisively. Their energy is usually more intense, strong and strict. You can have a more athletic body or you can have lots of muscles. Facial features tend to be more severe, strong and dark. Many times they emit more dangerous energy (people can be afraid of them). They are people who react quickly and fight for the things/people they love. Very passionate people. They are fearless and dare a lot. They will always be up for crazy things. What I noticed about these people is that thay often attract some situation that are more aggressive or people that following them or something like that(not always).

🐚1st house Saturn- people tend to look older than they really are. Many times they give off the energy of a parent or a more authoritative energy. They are responsible and serious people who do not like someone who is too childish. Otherwise, these people are non-judgmental, you will rarely ever see them judge someone. They may have weight problems and may fluctuate a lot. Their face is similar to saturn, when you look at their face you can see the shape of saturn. They have reinforced bones, especially if they are thin, their body shape is very noticeable. They usually have tattoos. There is one thing about Saturn people that they don't actually look like some kind of business oriented people, but they actually look opposite of that. Many times darker with my style or even emo style I notice many times. Although mostly more chipped/torn style. They love things that are dark or scary sometimes.

🫧1st house Neptune-this people have a magical outlook and energy. When you're in their presence, you feel like they're not real at all or like they're from a movie. They also have the appearance of a mermaid. They have shiny and pearly eyes. When you look into their eyes, it looks like you will get lost in them. They have hypnotic eyes. Their appearance is usually dreamy and many people cannot define exactly how they see their beauty. They have a very energetically magical approach (many times they leave special energy on others). But they can also draw a lot of other people's energy. People often ask them for help or advice. People can often be shy in front of them because they have celebrities energy. Many times they live in their dream world. Neptune's influence endows the individual with a profound understanding of their innermost personality. Eyes are often grey or blue of a rather cold shade.

🧃1st house Uranus-your energy is above all unique and special. People find you unique and different. You have your own energy. You dare to be different and you like to stand out with your appearance, clothes and opinion. Many times your opinion or view may differ from others. Your style can often be very interesting and you know how to style pieces of clothing that others would never do very well. Things look special on you. With Uranus in the 1st house can be described as having unusual and unconventional qualities that person have. You may have a particular body shape or there may be a part of you that is very different from others and people find that interesting about you. This makes you stand out from the crowd.

💘1st house Jupiter-happiness is with you everywhere. There are many happy coincidences. You have a confident and optimistic energy. People can often see you as someone who always finds a way. You can be a very good teacher to others and have a lot of wisdom about things. Regardless of everything, you always find faith and trust in the things you love to do and trust that things will turn out well. You are a spontaneous person who sees life as full of opportunities. You never stop living and many times you live for the moment. Also gives you a charming and attractive appearance, which will draw people towards you. Your charming personality makes you stand out in a crowd and people admire you for the same. You love learning new things and gathering new experiences by traveling around the world. Your personality may be infused with humor, joy, and generosity. You like to experience things even if you never heard of them before. This is like a challenge to you.

🌌1st house Pluto- Your personality is many times an enigma. Because you always decide how much of yourself you want to share and show to others. Sometimes you can trust the wrong people too quickly, and sometimes it takes a long time to trust new ones. A powerful and transformative placement that can significantly influence a person's life and personality. Although pluto is prominent and the first house is the most expressive house, I would say that sometimes it can be difficult to express how you really feel or to share it with others. It is important that when you meet people / when you are dealing with a certain situation, you always listen to your feelings. It is good to carry a smoky quartz crystal with you. With Pluto you can find strength and courage and show people your strong energy. You can also feel people's souls. The first house is your appearance, it's good to change your appearance evey now or then because that's how you leave the past behind. Also pay attention to the signs around you cuz sometimes people trying to tell you something or the signs itself try to tell you something and you ignored it. Cuz pluto people have the tendency to ignore all of the signs because they don't trust them but it's actually the signs that are good for them (especially if this sign is repeated several times). And many times these people change their appearance when they want to escape from someone or change their life.

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-Rebekah🫧♥️🌙

[sweetestdesire]

JOYRIDE

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader convinces Luke Hughes to go on a late night drive.

If she could, Y/N would freeze this moment. This very moment. Right here, right now. Just as the wind blew on her hair, and just as Luke’s smooth driving lulled her to sleep. She looked at him then. Focused on the curves of the road, a small crease in between his eyebrows as he was forced to make a particularly sharp turn.

There was something about being on the road with Luke that brought her nothing but peace. It must be the perfect combination of clear skies, warm winds, the comfortable silence and the freedom of being on the road. Even with a destination in mind, it didn’t feel like she needed to follow it through.

The road got busier and busier the closer they got to the city, but it felt like she was in her own little world. It was always like this. Luke was there and, suddenly, it hit. Everything around her melted, there was nothing else. Sometimes, when Luke was in the room, it almost looked like he shined. To her, there was a bright, golden aura surrounding him. It was warm, inviting and irresistible.

"See? I told you this would be fun.” Y/N hummed.

"Fun for you, maybe. You get to sit and do nothing. I’m the one driving.” Luke gave her a side glare, one that he was sure she saw but elected to ignore in favor of picking the next song on her phone.

If she’d told him half a year ago that he'd be here, giving up sleep to drive her to God knows where in the middle of the night, Luke would think he might have actually laughed. He was a bit appalled with himself, truthfully. It was half past midnight, way past his usual sleep hours, and he had practice in the morning. Yet somehow, he almost thought he was having fun.

And then he came to the daunting realization that he wasn’t really sure who he even was anymore. Athletes like Luke needed to follow strict regimens. Athletes like him needed at least eight hours of sleep a day, needed balanced diets and a healthy amount of exercise, and needed to be level headed and make responsible decisions. Athletes like him didn’t stay up this late because of one measly pout and a tug to his arm. There was no reason that Luke should be this weak to her, no reason she should hold this much power over him, and yet, in a cruel twist of fate, she did. She did and she knew it, and she was evil enough that she used it to her full advantage.

"Where are we even going?"

"Luke, shut up.” Y/N rolled her eyes. "Why do you always have something to say?"

Scoffing, he stopped the car at a red light, pressing on the brakes and turning to face her. And he hated to admit it, but the moonlight kissing her skin through the windows made his heart beat rapidly. “Do you realize I’m sacrificing my sleep for you?" He scoffed at her, looking over at the small patch of skin of her shoulder blade as his shirt drooped over her body. He tried not to stare too long, but he failed miserably, and she seemed to notice it, too.

"Quit staring at me.” Y/N smirked, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

“I was not staring at you." Luke gently swatted her hand away, grumbling under his breath at her supposed claim. She only offered him an amused giggle as he rolled his eyes, and no matter how correct she may have been, he refused to admit, even to himself, that he was in fact staring. In his defense, how could he not stare when she looked like that in his clothing?

"You so were.” Y/N laughed, and he grunted, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes at her unimpressed. It was a battle that costed him just about all of his self control to not glance down at her lips, but he won, although miraculously, otherwise, he'd have to hear even more of her teasing, and he didn’t think his eyes would recover from another round of rolling this time.

"No, I wasn't. That head of yours is just too big.” Luke said, frowning and flicking her forehead at the smug grin she gave him.

Luke should be asleep, he should be getting enough rest to ensure his optimal performance at practice in the morning so that he could put his teammates efforts to shame, but she said please, and she pouted, and he wasn’t as strong as he claimed to be, although he'd never admit it. So now Luke was here, and he was fighting for his dignity as she wiggled her brows playfully at him. But deep down, he didn’t think he wanted to be anywhere else right about now.

"Okay, if you say so.” Y/N snorted. “You’ll survive without eight hours of sleep for one day. And by the way, the light's green now, dumbass. Pay attention."

Luke heard her giggling as he cursed under his breath and pressed on the gas pedal, and Y/N slid her hand over his shoulder to play with the curls at the back of his neck. He pretended to lean back and try to shake her hand off, but they both knew it was his way of leaning further into her touch. She granted him more of what he craved, rubbing over the back of his neck soothingly as he drove.

"Okay, well you're supposed to be giving me directions, so where do I go now?" Luke muttered. She shrugged and he groaned.

"I don't know, I’ve been making up directions this whole time. Just wanted to drive around. Anyway, did you know Van Gogh's starry night was painted from his window in an asylum?”

Side eyeing her, Luke pursed his lips, rolling his eyes with a heavy sigh. And even if she dragged him out of bed for no reason, on a practice night no less, while he was supposed to be getting much needed rest, he couldn’t help but find every annoying little quirk of hers endearing, even this one.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Luke asked flatly.

Luke wasn’t an easy book to read, he never was. He was like those difficult words she had to stop and google to understand, or those ridiculous metaphors that only literature teachers cared for. But he was well worth it, Y/N thought to herself. He made her want to skip the pages and jump right to the end, and he was the kind of story she prayed ended happily. And somehow, when he climbed out of bed in his wrinkled shirt and loose sweats, hair tousled and sleep laced in his eyes as he begrudgingly grabbed his keys for her, she thought maybe she didn’t want the story to end at all just yet. Or ever.

"Just a fun fact, jeez.” Y/N pouted. "Any hockey fun facts you wanna share?"

"Athletes need plenty of sleep to perform their best.” Luke shot instantly.

She huffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms at his stubbornness to just admit he enjoyed being here as much as she did. "Luke, one of these days you'll drive me so crazy, I’ll need to be in an asylum myself."

"One of these days, when I send you to an asylum, maybe I can sleep reasonable hours.” Luke smirked at her. The soft slap to his shoulder caused him to chuckle in amusement, and she caved and sent the softest of grins at his direction.

"You’ll never last a day without me.” Y/N quipped, and to her surprise, he smiled. It was gentle, but it was pretty, just like the rest of him, and she hoped fate permitted a few more nights with him by her side, whether it was in bed as he slept or in the car as he drove. Maybe, she even dared to hope for an eternity.

"I don't know.” Luke hummed, and one hand laid gently on her thigh as he drove mindlessly with the other on the wheel. “I think I could manage to squeeze in ten hours of sleep if you were gone.” He added with smug grin, and even as she scowled at him, she decided right then and there that if he wasn’t her happy ending, she didn’t think she wanted one.

"You’re rude, y'know that?" Y/N muttered, and there was that cute, innocent little pout that she always did tugging at her lips, the one that drove him mad and reminded him he was just as in love, too.

"I’d say driving aimlessly for your stupid whims is rather generous of me." Briefly, Luke looked at her with a small smirk before turning his attention back on the road.

"Maybe.” Y/N murmured, looking at him with a look so sweet, he felt his breath caught in his throat when he peeked at her through the corner of his eyes. And he hoped she didn’t notice it, or the way his expression softened, too. “I love you.” She added quietly, lifting his hand to kiss the back.

“Yeah.” Luke mumbled. "I love you, too." She laced her fingers with his, setting his hand back down onto her lap. He squeezed gently, and she squeezed back. “I’ll love you more when you let me sleep, though."

[seichira]

Hello! If I may, could I please ask for some headcanons of how Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and Isagi would confess to the reader?

LOVESICK CONFESSIONS — blue lock!

✺ featuring — meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, yoichi isagi, and seishiro nagi

✺ lumi’s note — this is my first time writing a request and coincidentally, also my first post for the bllk (best) boys! i hope you like it, anon!

MEGURU BACHIRA ༉‧₊˚.

i have a very good reason to believe that meguru bachira just one day wakes up and decides that he loves you and is going to tell you. don’t get me wrong—his epiphany may be sudden, but this has been a long time coming, and it’s high time he tells you.

since this morning, meguru bachira is a man on a mission. he is going to tell you that he has feelings for you, and it has to be today. to be honest, meguru isn’t the type of person to come up with those cheesy and romantic gestures. he finds his own ways to do things, and confessing isn’t any different.

just like clockwork, you approach the school quadrangle with tree boxes where you always sit down on to read books and sometimes watch bachira as he shows you his tricks in football. it has been a routine of some kind to meet there every after class and you both liked it.

as for you, the presence of the boy is comforting after a long day even though you’re both just doing your own thing, but you know that he’s there and it’s enough. of course, who can forget the ice cream he buys you as a thanks for accompanying him while he plays football?

today, meguru is already there when you arrived. as always, his feet are already playing with the ball in some way even if he’s still in his school uniform. he’s cute like this, you think. in his point of view, while you close the distance between the two of you, he gets more and more excited to tell you.

“y/n! think fast!” before you know it, the ball is already flying towards you. although spending a lot of time with him has resulted in you knowing how to at least catch a ball, you opt to dodge it this time.

“what the heck, megs? you trying to kill me?”

he chuckled, “you have to catch it, y/n!”

you looked at him incredulously, “no, thank you. i came here to peacefully read my new copy of pride and prejudice, so if you may—”

“aw, come on! pick it up! pretty please?”

okay, let’s get this out of the way—meguru bachira has irresistible puppy eyes that can get him anything he wants. so, you do it and you picked up the ball.

“tell me what it says, pretty.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, but your instincts guided you to search the ball for whatever he meant. and there, in big, black, bold letters—i love you.

the scoff that comes out of your lips in insincere and the smile that creeps into your face is a telltale sign of how you feel the same way.

he grins, “well?”

“think fast, meguru!”

you aim the ball towards his head and throw it playfully, which he catches without effort. he looks at you expectantly.

“i love you too, idiot.”

he may or may not have kicked the ball so hard it reached the rooftop of the nearest building to the point where it cannot be retrieved, but who knows?

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

oh dear, you have to tell him first or else, your happily ever after with him will end before it even started. he is very well aware of how he feels about you, but the 50/50 chance of you liking him back or not doesn’t sit well with him, and it makes him sick to his stomach imagining you rejecting him. he’d rather die than go through that heartbreak slash embarrassment. doesn’t do well with rejections. so, yeah.

it has been a frustrating month, to say the least, because chigiri has been acting weird. you guys went from basically acting like an old couple to casual acquaintances, and you don’t understand. not too long ago, everyone was expecting you to be together by the end of this year and truth to be told, you thought so too.

in chigiri’s defense, he is freaking out. his friends are pressuring him to man up and tell you how strongly he feels about you, but that is the problem. he feels too strongly and he’s afraid how rejection coming from your end will affect everything.

first, he’ll lose you and your friendship. followed by losing months of proper training because he’ll be nursing his heartbreak seriously. the odds aren’t in his favor, and it’s keeping him awake at night.

obviously, he has been thinking too much about this, that he hasn’t noticed how he’s hurting you in the present. he’s not showing up to your little picnics by the soccer field, he’s not responding to the cutesy sticky notes you hand to him in class, and he’s not even looking at you, much less talking to you.

“bro, you trying to become single forever, or what?” his friend, isagi, who absolutely has no game when it comes to girls as well, asks him.

“what do you mean?”

“just look at your pretty lil y/n,” isagi shamelessly points towards your direction in the cafeteria, and chigiri hurriedly puts his friend’s hand down.

but he sees what he means—you are looking at them with that faint melancholy in your eyes that you’re trying to hide. chigiri can only look away alongside the torturous feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

of course, she’s upset. i’m her friend and i haven’t been talking to her. i’ll just apologize once i sort these feelings out, he rationalizes.

that is only until you corner him as soon as he got out of the comfort room. you look confrontational and it has him terrified. he’s actually alone. with you. the person who he is head over heels in love with.

“spit it out, hyoma,” you demand with venom and hurt laced in your voice it almost makes him flinch.

since he’s backed against the wall and you’re standing inches right in front of him, he figures running away isn’t the right thing to do in this situation.

“tell me straight up and end my agony. i’ll try my best to fix whatever problem you have with me, but i can’t do that if you won’t tell me!”

“w-what do you mean?” is all he could muster because his brain can only process the fact that he can smell your perfume and natural scent from here and it is sending him on a frenzy.

god, he is so damn in love with you.

however, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears your small sniffles and when he catches sight of your tears.

no, no, no.

don’t cry. not for me. not for anyone.

“y/n—”

“is it because you found out that i’m in love with you, hyoma? is… is that why you’ve been avoiding me? you could have just told me and i’d do my best to fall out of love with you if that’s what it takes for you to remain friends with me—”

a string of patience breaks within him, and with that comes a breath of pure relief as he grabs your nape to pull you in on a kiss.

“but i don’t wanna be friends,” he whispers in between kisses. “i love you too. i love you, baby.”

ISAGI YOICHI ༉‧₊˚.

he claims that he has loved you ever since you were both kids to everyone who asks him who you are (yes, everyone knows that this nerd is in love with you except… well, you). it was only when he had to go away to blue lock for some time that he realizes he needs to confess to you before spending time apart, and also because he is scared he’d lose you to your other admirers.

isagi is restless.

it’s valentine’s day and he just witnessed your locker throw up a bunch of love letters from losers who are confessing their undying love for you. idiots. if anyone here has undying love for her, it’s me.

despite knowing that no one will love you more than he does, he is still all fidgety and nervous because unlike those losers, he hasn’t confessed to you.

it’s ridiculous. you have been together basically since kindergarten and has been inseparable since then. both of you have seen each other in their highs and lows. you have laughed and cried together. you have made plans for a future where the other is present.

isn’t it already a given that he loves you? does he really have to say it at this point? you must know, right? you know him. he doesn’t even have to talk and you already know what he’s thinking. there is no way that you don’t know he loves you.

“oh, wow—this is a lot!” you exclaim, mostly thankful for all the love that literally just poured out of your locker for you. “it’s like twice as many as last year.”

you start picking up the letters and chocolates on the ground, which isagi helps you with. he is the designated eater of the chocolates you can’t finish.

“too bad they don’t got a chance—” he starts, and you interrupt him to disagree.

“i don’t think so, yoichi. we’re in the right age to be dating people. also, you’ll be leaving me alone once you attend that training, so it wouldn’t hurt to give one of them a chance.”

poor isagi deflates upon hearing that. it never occurred to him that you will be with someone else. to him, it will always be you and him. there could be no extras in your story.

oh, boy. was he wrong to be so complacent. apparently, you have no damn clue that your childhood friend has always loved you. and now, he’s on a dilemma and his other friends have to hear about it.

“it’s your fault, though?” nagi states the obvious. “you never told her, so how’d she know? boring.”

meguru nods eagerly, “but it’s fine, yoichi! there will always be someone out there for you. but of course, you’ll have to suffer watching her with someone else first.”

when he realizes that his friends are no help at all, he takes matters into his own hands and put aside his doubts for a while to muster up the courage to finally confess to you after years of pining.

the day before he goes away for training, he offers to walk you home like he always does. the difference of today from all the other days is that he pulls your wrist just right before you disappear into your door.

“wait a minute,” he says.

you face him again, and without a word, he locks a necklace around your neck with a pendant of a small soccer ball with his initial in the middle. your lips part in awe and in realization of what he is about to say, but you find yourself speechless at how he’s looking at you with the softest eyes he could give only you, with the setting sun behind him.

“i never told you this, but i want you to rememember it starting from now. i love you. i want you to be mine, and mine alone. and this may sound selfish, but will you wait for me until i get back?”

you sigh and caress his cheek on your palm. “honey, i have always loved you too. i am yours already. of course, i will wait for you. so don’t worry about me and do your best over there, alright?”

“you’ll be here when i get back?”

“i’ll be here when you get back.”

SEISHIRO NAGI ༉‧₊˚.

the realization hits him in the middle of a football game. he can’t stop thinking about you and it has been affecting his games. there’s no other explanation for that, right? he likes you. and he has to tell you in front of the ocean of people watching because he just can’t wait but ease the bugging feeling in his stomach.

nagi is not playing like usual, and coach ego has scolded him like five times since the game started.

him being himself, he can’t even bring himself to care because his mind is plagued with thoughts of you. he wants to play and see the field on a levelheaded point of view to match with isagi’s tactics, but boy, are you annoying. you are all he can think about, and it is frustrating him!

“what kinda bullshit was that, nagi?!” reo shouts at him from across the field because the white-haired boy failed to catch the ball meant for him. “focus!”

“i’m really fucking trying, man!” he shouts back painfully and truthfully, because he really is trying but it doesn’t seem to be working.

the game continues on and all nagi can think about are your lips and how they move whenever you smile, your eyes whenever you talk about something you love, your hair when the autumn air makes it dance like leaves on trees, or your small pout when he refuses to give in to your whims!

“goddammit!” he frustratingly utters as he tries to steal the ball from the opponent. he is too close to succeeding until his brain once again flashes a memory of you laughing like the beautiful human being you are.

“you got this, sei!” you cheer from the bleachers, and your voice is much too distinct for his ears not to hear it. almost faster than the speed of light, he looks at you. his breath gets stuck in his throat as soon as he sees you in his jersey, waving up a huge banner with his name on it. in that split second, he got tackled by the players running on the field.

“fucking hell! that’s it!” he grumbles. “oh, y/n. you are damn annoying. making me fall in love with you like a fool. annoying! annoying! annoying!”

ego substitutes him out of the game, and he takes that chance to climb up the bleachers to approach you. the game is yet to restart, so a lot of eyes are on him and his annoyed expression.

you, however, know better. he may be annoyed, but definitely not by you, even though he’s staring straight at you ask he walks. you smile at him.

“you okay, sei?” you ask in concern because he just got tackled to the ground moments before reaching you. “you’ve been out of focus—”

“because you’re here, dammit.”

you laugh through your nose, “what? i thought you wanted me to come watch the game, seishiro..”

“can’t focus now. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop thinking about you. what’re you doing to me, huh? stop it right now! we need to win!”

“i’m not doing anything, though?”

“that! that pout! stop it!”

seishiro nagi looks incredibly cute like this. he is literally towering over you in his 6’3 prowess and yet, he throws tantrums like a little boy.

“what exactly am i doing to you, sei?”

“you make me want to leave the damn field so i can climb up here to kiss you! because i love you! and i can’t stop thinking about you in that huge jersey!”

your heart overflows with the sudden confession from the boy you have liked for some time now, plus the fact that you have an entire stadium before you, but you are not complaining. not at all.

you take the initiative to tiptoe and kiss seishiro nagi in hopes that it will calm him down to last the game.

“i love you too, sei. no need to be so restless, hm? i’ll be watching from here and i’m not going anywhere, so you better focus!”

like the small peck wasn’t enough, he carries you by your waist to press a deeper kiss on your lips that he has only ever dreamed of kissing.

“okay. i guess that helps. see you after the game.”

he scores the winning goal, and everyone can tell that he is impatient. they are right. as soon as the game ends, he runs to celebrate with you in his arms.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Still Love Me?

This will fill the "I want you to leave marks." space on my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be bolded.

Summary: Y/N wants to help Dean deal with the mark - in whatever way he needs.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty much all just very filthy smut. MOC!Dean. He is harsh, and fairly brutal. Hard, rough, brutal, unprotected P in V sex. Pain/pleasure dynamics (all consensual). Spanking (brief). Tit slapping. Throat fucking. Hard, rough fingering. Spitting. Spit as lube. Brief anal fingering. Name calling. Face slapping (just once) Choking. Oral (f. receiving.) Brief orgasm denial and overstimulation. Reader tied up. Dom/sub vibes. Dom drop. Also angst. Soft Dean. Aftercare. And believe it or not, some fluff.

Pairings: MOC!dean x Reader (You)

Word Count: 5,074

A/N: Blame this fic on raging hormones, and a rewatch of S10. 🤷‍♀️ All I'll say is, heed the warnings. ⚠️

The beautiful dividers used here are created by @talesmaniac89

You awoke from a dream that you immediately forgot, reaching for Dean beside you. But he wasn’t there. You sat up quickly, surveying the room in the dark, and seeing no sign of him. 

You stood up and grabbed Dean's white button down that he’d worn earlier in the day before carelessly draping it over the arm of the chair. He never put his clothes away. A little imperfection of his that made you love him even more, even if it also made you wanna pinch him sometimes. 

“The drawers are RIGHT THERE.” You’d remind him, frustration leaking from your pores. Inevitably he’d smile his charming, irresistible smile and nuzzle his face into the side of your neck, licking and nipping at you and rubbing his scratchy scruff against your sensitive skin, making you giggle and shiver.

“Still love me?” He’d ask teasingly, his little boy expression making you fall in love with him all over again. Every time. 

But under his teasing -  no matter how minor your annoyance with him was, or how happy he was in the moment - beneath that you could always see his genuine fear that one day you’d say no.

Dean Winchester broke your heart sometimes.

You padded out of the bedroom in only Dean’s shirt; Sam was away in Lebanon for the night, having finally asked out a waitress he’d liked for more than a month. He’d texted earlier to say not expect him home before tomorrow. Or maybe the day after.

Go Sammy! you thought with a smile.

You wandered down the bunker’s hallways, checking for Dean in all of his usual haunts; the kitchen first, naturally, but also the library and war room, the Dean cave, the shower room, though you didn’t hear a shower running. Beginning to get a little worried, you decided to check out the basement. As you came to the bottom of the staircase you heard grunting coming from down the hall and frowned.

It sounded like it was coming from the gym. You went to investigate, although you began to suspect why he was awake and hitting a punching bag in the gym in the middle of the night. You walked into the dimly lit gym and stopped to gaze at Dean in awe.

He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, a sheen of sweat covering his skin as he moved from foot to foot, pounding on the two hundred pound heavy bag in front of him. Each punch was landed with a grunt of effort, and sometimes his hands moved in combinations too quick for you to follow. He was an extraordinary fighter, beautiful and graceful, and extremely powerful. 

You didn’t get to spy on him for very long. His instincts and sixth sense tended to border on the prescient, so he quickly turned towards you, his face relaxing somewhat as he saw that it was just you. He pulled one of his ear buds out with his taped up hand, breathing heavily. You could hear screaming metal music tinnily coming through the tiny speaker before he shut off the music and stuffed the headphones into his pocket

“Y/N. What are you doing up?”

You smiled and walked towards him. “I woke up and you were gone, so I came looking for you.” You came to a stop in front of him and reached out to wrap your arms around his neck, but he pushed your arms away and stepped back quickly. You frowned at him, more confused than hurt.

“Dean, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, nothing. Sorry, I just…” he swept a hand across his chest. “I’m all sweaty and gross. Trust me, you don’t wanna be near me.”

You chuckled and gave him a mischievous grin. “Been around you all hot and sweaty plenty of times, Winchester; hasn’t bothered me yet.”

But when you closed in on him again, he backed up further, holding up a hand. “Y/N stop it!” He barked at you.

This time his anger at your approach and his obvious disinterest did hurt you a bit, but once again, you thought you knew the problem. You frowned at him.

“Okay. Talk.”

But Dean just shook his head. “Look, I’m just…I just wanna finish my workout…and, you know…” he trailed off.

You put your hands on your hips and tilted your head at him. “You wanna finish your workout? What are you Sam all of a sudden?” You said with a chuckle, trying to lighten his dark mood. 

But he remained dark. His green eyes were hard like flint and his jaw ticked. You began to notice a sort of dangerous, menacing energy rolling off of him. It was the kind of energy, you had to admit, that would make you turn and run in the other direction if you didn’t know and love him.

But his mood wasn’t at all surprising. You’d suspected all along what woke him, why he was down here, and why he didn’t want you close to him. You looked at the mark that sat like a scarred brand on his inner right forearm and felt your stomach clench. You reached out to touch it but Dean yanked his arm away. 

“The mark acting up?” You asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as though you were discussing a toothache instead of the curse that had turned him into a demon once already. You knew it had been getting worse in recent weeks. He used to talk to you when he woke up from a nightmare brought on by the mark, but lately he’d been just brushing them aside. 

“Same as always.” He answered now, as he’d answered many times before.

You shook your head. “Don’t do that, Dean, please. Tell me what you dreamt. Talk to me about what you’re going through. I wanna help.”

Dean shook his head and laughed humorlessly. “You can’t help, Y/N, and I don’t…” He ran a hand over his face and then turned back towards the bag. “I don’t want you around me when I’m like this.” He said, before landing a blow to the heavy bag that made it swing back and forth.

You swallowed and tried to ignore the primal part of you that tended to get animalistic when he was like this. Your body flushed and your core muscles fluttered whenever you could see that hard, hot, hungry look come into his eyes.

You knew it scared him and you wanted to support him; you wanted him to know you'd always believe that underneath everything he would always be the same good, loving, kind man you'd known all these years. 

But sometimes he exuded so much raw masculinity and virility, that it was like a siren song, pulling you in and you were more than willing to risk being dashed upon the rocks if it meant feeling that energy, that power, vibrating around you.

You stepped closer to him and he backed away again, but you pursued him across the gym floor. He scowled deeply at you, nostrils flared. 

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? I told you, you shouldn’t be around me right now.”

You shook your head. “You’re wrong, Dean. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here if you want to talk…or…anything.” You said, voice laced with too much meaning for Dean to miss it.

Again his jaw clenched, and his eyes flicked down your body, obviously enjoying the sight of you clothed in only his shirt. His eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you're asking for, Y/N.”

You stepped closer to him, pushing him back against a stack of mats. “I think I do. I know you wanna fuck me, I know your body is as hot and aching as mine.” You reached up to wrap your hand around the back of his head, playing with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m here for you, for whatever you need. If you want to expend some of that excess energy, I’m right here - ready to go.”

The only sound in the room was the rough, shallow breaths coming from both of you. Suddenly, quick as a flash, Dean’s hand shot out to bunch your shirt (his really) in one fist and wrench you closer to him. 

“You’re not listening to me, Y/N. Two hours ago I was dreaming about slicing people up, pulling them apart with my bare hands. That violence, the lust, the pounding need to destroy something is still pumping through my veins. I want to fuck something or break something or maybe both.” He dropped his hand from your shirt and pushed it through his hair. “So get away from me unless you want me to do something we’ll both regret.”

Your blood was pumping so hard in your veins, you were surprised Dean couldn’t hear it. You licked your lips and shook your head. “No. I won’t regret it. I want you to use me, I’m here for you, I’m giving you permission to use me…however you need.” You paused for a beat before admitting, "I want you to leave marks."

Dean’s face was almost feral in its intensity and you felt the slick begin dripping down your inner thigh.

"You don't really mean that, sweetheart." Dean grit his teeth, and spoke in a growl.

"Don't I?" You whispered.

You unbuttoned the few buttons holding his shirt closed and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a white, lacy thong. Dean clenched his fists over and over as his burning hot gaze scorched you completely.

"Last chance, sweetheart. Run." He warned, his voice low and slightly ominous, causing you to shiver.

You shook your head. "No." You said simply; anything more was beyond you at the moment.

A split second passed before Dean pounced. He grabbed you roughly by the throat and landed his open mouth on yours, sweeping his tongue inside. His body radiated restrained power as he kissed you, consumed you. Moving down from your mouth he sucked on the skin below your ear, beginning to make the marks you wanted to see in the mirror the next day. 

He broke away from you and pulled you aside so he could yank down one of the mats from the pile, and toss it on the ground.

"Get down." He ground out, before pushing you to the mat when you didn't move quick enough.

He towered above you, staring down at you as he slowly pulled the tape off his knuckles. His eyes were dark, and wild and made your body shiver slightly in anticipation.

"Take off your panties. I want you on your hands and knees." He told you when he was finished. "I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion." He pushed down his sweats, making you moan deeply as you saw he wasn't wearing underwear. 

You reached for his rock hard cock, but he slapped your hand away, kneeling down and manhandling you into the position he wanted you in before tearing your panties from your body. 

He set you on your hands and knees and pushed against your back until your cheek was pressed tightly against the mat. The position left your ass and pussy completely exposed to him and he took immediate advantage of that, roughly driving three fingers into your dripping hole. 

A cry escaped you and he growled deep and harsh, clearly enjoying the sound. He chased it again by pulling his fingers out and then slamming them back into you, even harder.

"Unf - fu-huck." You gasped out, your whole body vibrating with need. He pulled out and added his fourth finger, ramming into you and forcing your cunt to stretch wide. With most of his hand sunk deep inside your pussy he pressed against your g-spot and made you scream.

He pulled back from the sensitive spot and then punched back into you so hard he almost knocked you over. But he grabbed onto your hip in a bruising grip. His hand was so big, his blunt fingernails dug painfully into the crease of your thigh.

Buried deep inside your cunt he turned his hand so that his thumb could circle the tight, puckered hole of your ass. His hand moved from gripping your hip to spreading your cheeks open.

He spit onto the ring of muscle and you gasped. You had no experience with anal sex, and your stomach flip-flopped half in fear and half in excitement. He spit on you again, rubbing his saliva over your hole with his thumb before breaching it, pushing just the tip in at first. He pulled out and then pushed back further, to his first knuckle. 

The sensation was strange but pleasurable. He pushed his thumb in as far as he could and the unfamiliar stretch burned. He moved his other hand forward and began to push in his other thumb. He spit on you again to lube up the way for his probing fingers. As he pushed both thumbs in completely he pried you open slightly, stretching you and making you whimper, half pain, half pleasure. 

You felt stuffed full of him, both holes stretched open and stinging. Then he pushed his fingers against your sweet spot again, rubbing and pressing there until your walls clenched tightly around him as you exploded, yelling out a rough, ragged sound of pleasure.

As you were coming down, he pulled his hands out of you and stood up. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking on it hard and making you cry out in pain as he used it to pull you to your knees.

Without pausing, he wrenched your head back so your face was turned up to him. Then his hand came down across your cheek, stinging sharply.

"Open your fucking mouth. I wanna make you gag."

You did as he said immediately, feeling your belly clench in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it. He shoved his cock roughly down your throat, getting what he wanted as you choked around him. 

He pulled out and cum and spit dribbled out of your mouth before he pushed back in, even further down your esophagus. He took his free hand and ran his thumb over your bulging throat. 

He pulled out again, letting you barely catch your breath. You coughed hard, your throat already aching from being used so roughly. But Dean held your head in place by your hair and shoved himself in again, until he was fully seated in your throat. 

You gagged around him over and over, but he just wrapped his big hand around your throat and squeezed, gripping his own cock buried deep inside. His fist squeezed tightly and you stopped gagging simply because the immense pressure of his fist allowed for no movement. 

You began to see black spots moving in around the edges of your vision before he finally let go and pulled out his cock. You coughed horribly, raspy, gravelly sounds emanating from you as you struggled to bring oxygen into your lungs.

Before you really had time to recover, Dean yanked you to your feet, his hand still bunched in your hair. Your legs were wobbly, but he pulled you over to one of several workout benches around the room and pushed you down over it, finally letting go of your hair. 

"Don't move." He told you; his voice was dark and sinister and made you start shivering. Your body was aching, but also humming with need. 

You couldn't see what he was doing behind you but suddenly his mouth was buried in your pussy, his hard tongue penetrating you. 

"Dean!" You screamed out, and it hurt your raw throat, but you couldn't help it as his delicious mouth sucked and licked at your throbbing cunt. You wriggled against his mouth and he pulled away making you whimper with want. 

Then you felt his palm crack hard and heavy against your ass and your whimper turned into a gasp and then a moan of pain as he delivered a second blow, making heat bloom and spread across your cheeks.

"I told you not to fucking move." He growled at you. 

You nodded your acknowledgement, a whine leaving you as he returned to pulling you apart on his tongue. You tried hard to stay still, but as he pulled your clit between his swollen lips, you instinctively pushed back against him.

He pulled away again and you knew you'd messed up. He lifted you off the bench easily and brought you back over to the mat on the floor. He threw you down on it and walked away. 

He returned quickly, carrying three long skipping ropes. He got down and knelt over you, one knee on either side of your hips, and grabbed hold of your hands, using one of the ropes to tie them tightly in front of you. Then he stood up and pulled on the rope until your hands were stretched out above your head. He tied it off to something, making it impossible for you to move your arms.

Next he tied the two other ropes to your ankles and stretched your legs wide, making sure your restraints were taut enough that you had absolutely no chance of movement.

He stood over you again, admiring his handiwork, and watching the need spasm across your face. You called out to him, desperate for him to relieve the pulsing ache in your pussy. 

"Dean, please. Please."

He gave in to your pleading and laid down to bury his face in your cunt once again. Your complete inability to move made the teasing, sucking and fucking of his mouth nearly unbearable. He put his big hand flat on your lower belly so you couldn't lift your hips even a little.

You were completely at his mercy as he tortured you with aching, all-consuming pleasure. 

You were screaming now, over and over, just harsh, guttural shouts of desperate need. It was the only outlet you had, the only way to express the overwhelming ecstasy Dean was pulling from your exhausted, trembling body.

He spread your lips wide with his thumbs and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against your clit, pulling back again and again when your climax was about to take over. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your arms and legs pulled uselessly against the bonds Dean had tied so tightly.

Finally Dean sat up and then moved up your body. He cupped your tits in both hands and squeezed hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh without mercy, making it feel as though they were being crushed by a vice. He let go to twist your nipples with his strong fingers, making you cry out in pain again. Or maybe it was pleasure. At this point it was almost impossible to tell the two apart.

Dean let go of your nipples and then began going back and forth between your tits, slapping each of them over and over, with sharp, strong, stinging blows. You knew the punishment he was dolling out would likely leave them raw and aching, with bright red marks as evidence of Dean's lust and need for violence.

Finally, he left them throbbing as he grabbed your throat. He didn't squeeze hard, but the threat was there. He hovered above you and then spit in your face. Warm and thick, the saliva slipped down your cheek and Dean shook your head back and forth.

"Open your mouth, bitch." You followed his order immediately, your cunt clenching around nothing at his name-calling. He spit into your open mouth twice and then slid his hand up from your throat to clamp your jaw shut.

"Swallow it." He ordered harshly and you did. He kept your jaw clamped tight in his fist, so that you could only scream quietly through clenched teeth when he was suddenly fucking up into you, rough and fast. He was so big, and so hard, and he went so deep inside you it felt like he'd tear out your guts. 

And yet you wanted more.

Letting go of your face to raise himself up like a push up above you, he forced his way forward , pushing out every ounce of power he had in his hips, to rut powerfully and unendingly into your cunt You came three more times as he continued to pound away at you. He fucked you for so long and jackhammered into you so rough, that your pussy ended up raw and painful as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the damage he was doing to your cervix, ramming into it over and over, leaving it bruised, and making your body ache and throb even on the inside.

And yet, despite all the pain and your complete and utter exhaustion when he gripped your chin in his hand and demanded you open your eyes and look at him, you did so. 

"Give me one more, slut. Squeeze me hard one more time and I'll spill so deep in you, you'll feel me leaking out of this pussy for days."

You felt your belly clench seconds before you gave him what he wanted, your walls spasming around him once again as you shook with your release. 

Dean yelled and cursed as he followed through on his promise, muscles straining above you as his hips stuttered and lost rhythm, and his thick, burning hot cum shot into your womb. He seemed to cum forever, more and more of his seed painting your walls as he shook above you. 

Finally he ended with a groan of repletion and landed on top of you. His heavy weight was a lot for your aching body to take, and every part of you throbbed.

He eventually rolled off of you and you thought he might have drifted out of consciousness for a few minutes. You may have done the same if the painful ache pulsing through you would have let you. 

As you lay beside him, still unable to move because of the ropes tying you in place, you thought about how Dean had used you, just as you'd told him to, marked you as you’d begged him to. Ordinarily Dean was the gentlest of lovers, almost reverent, and he always made your body hum and glow, plucking at you in that perfect way that only he knew. 

But tonight had been something else entirely. There had definitely been times when sex between you and Dean had been a bit more athletic and acrobatic than other times, but it had never been anything like this. You decided that although you certainly wouldn't be able to do this every night, it had been an incredible, pleasurable, hot and thrilling experience, that you wouldn't mind trying again sometime. 

Your body throbbed and you amended your thought. Yes, with a lot of recovery time in between.

Finally, Dean stirred beside you and then turned his head to look at you. It seemed to dawn on him slowly that you were still trussed up, but when it registered completely, he leapt up.

"Shit, Y/N I'm so sorry." He said, untying the ropes around your ankles and wrists. He helped you sit up and you couldn't help grimacing and letting out a sharp cry of pain as you put pressure on your overused pussy, and never-before-fucked asshole.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." You heard the heartbreak and guilt in Dean's voice and you shook your head vehemently, wanting to immediately nip those feelings in the bud.

"Dean, no, I'm fine." You said, but your throat ached and sounded raw as you spoke, making more remorse cloud his expression.

You tried to tell him again, but he just shook his head at you and pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

"Shh, don't try to talk baby. Just put your arms around my neck."

You did and he lifted you easily from the ground. You tried desperately to curtail your groans and gasps of pain, but you weren't always successful as he walked with you slowly down the Bunker's hallways trying not to jostle you.

Eventually, he brought you through the tiled shower room, and into the back area where a wide, deep bathtub, set into the floor and shaped like a hot tub, was waiting. 

He carried you down into the pool-like bathtub and sat you on one of the benches built into the side of the tub. You shivered at the cold tile and Dean nodded.

"I know, baby. I'm gonna fix that right now." He moved over to the big taps, sliding the drain closed, and then turning the water on, letting the gushing, warm water pour into the tub.

He climbed out and gathered up some things as it filled, covering you slowly in heavenly warm, soothing water. 

When it was full, Dean returned to set the things he'd brought down beside you on the edge of the tub. You saw he'd brought over your coconut body wash, as well as your shampoo and conditioner. He also had an exfoliating mitt, and a handheld massager.

He climbed into the tub beside you and simply pulled you into his lap. He held you like that for quite a while, running gentle fingers up and down your skin - on your arms, your legs and your back. He used the water to let his hands glide over you smoothly.

Eventually he turned you so your back was to him, and he began washing your hair. The same fingers that had gripped it so tightly and pulled it so harshly earlier, were now gently massaging your scalp with careful, circular movements.

When he rinsed all the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair he put on the exfoliating mitt which didn't really fit his big hand, but it worked well enough for him to squeeze some body wash onto it and begin to ever so gently exfoliate your skin. When you were covered in sudsy body wash he picked up the massager and began to run it over your body, applying the perfect pressure to the little wheels as they rolled over you, kneading your aching muscles with a beautiful kind of relief.

Finally Dean put the massager down and used his hands to scoop water up over you to rinse everything away. He lifted you out of the bath and wrapped you in a towel, leaving everything where it was so he could carry you to your bedroom and set you on the side of the bed.

He grabbed your lotion off the dresser and after toweling you dry, squeezed some of it into his palm and began to apply it to your skin.

You shifted to lay back against the pillows and he moved with you. He'd spoken very little this whole time, just soothing, nonsensical words and the odd direction here and there, to lift your arms or tilt your head forward. 

You felt like you were moving through a sleepy, peaceful fog as he tended to you, and you sighed deeply and closed your eyes. You must have dozed off because when you woke up the light was low in the bedroom, and you wore one of Dean's band t-shirts. Your blanket was also pulled up and tucked around you.

You looked for Dean beside you but he wasn't there. Then you looked up and sighed in relief as you saw him sitting at the desk with an elbow resting on it and his head held in one hand.

As you watched, you saw him reach up and brush his fingers across his cheek. Your heart cracked when you realized he was sitting alone in the semi-darkness, crying.

"Dean." You called out to him and though your throat still sounded a little rough, it felt much better.

He looked up and quickly ran a hand over his face, obviously hoping you hadn't seen his tears. He came to sit beside you on the bed and brushed your hair back off your forehead, tucking it behind your ear.

"Hey sweetheart, what do you need?" He asked as he poured you a glass of water from the decanter he had sitting there. You took a sip and the cool water was delicious and reviving. You sat up a bit more, hiding your grimace, but Dean saw it anyway.

"Don't move too much, baby."

You shook your head at him, feeling the guilt pouring out of him. "Dean, I'm fine."

His jaw ticked and he picked up your hand to run his finger over the purple bruises that marred your skin from where you strained against the ropes. 

"No, you're not." He raised his head and then tilted your head back gently so he could see the bruises that undoubtedly adorned your throat from where he'd squeezed it so tightly.

Tears clogged his voice as he pulled his hand away from you and then shifted backwards, putting distance between you both. "Look at what I did to you, Y/N." He shook his head as you tried to interrupt him. "And I liked it. I…fucking hell." He cursed and turned his head away from you. 

But you reached up and turned his chin back towards you. "So did I, Dean. I liked it too." He stared at you and you nodded trying to make him listen to you. "All of it. Yeah it was painful at times, but it was also hot as fuck, and I loved it. Might be a while till I'm ready to do it again, but, I hope we will."

Dean's expression told you he desperately wanted to believe you. You leaned forward and kissed his lips, petal soft and then pulled back to run your hand over his cheek. He leaned into the caress and then opened his eyes and his gaze was afraid. 

"Still love me?" He asked, fearfully.

Your heart broke a little and you kissed him again, before staring deep into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth reflected in yours. "Dean Winchester, I will love you every single day for the rest of my life." 

He let out a deep sigh and seemed to accept your words as the truth. You smiled at him and spoke against his lips. "Maybe even a little longer."

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I'm obssessed with your eren writings, they're the best, THEY ALL ARE AMAZING

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as a token of my appreciation here are some bf Eren headcanons hope you enjoy <33 part 2 here

Bf-Eren who is a little controlling but in a sweet way like covering you in his jacket when your dress is a bit too exposing for him. He needs to know where and who you are with at all times because your the best thing to him and he cant risk loosing you. Also his trust issues are SCREAMING and although he gets an ego boost knowing how others look at you knowing your all his, he can get a little insecure and gets all clingy and cute.

Bf-Eren who makes sure you live the rich lavish life. He's paying for your hair and nails and loves it when you get his initial painted on one. He's taking you out to fancy restaurants and ensuring everything you eat is of the best quality. He loves cutting up your food for you and treating you like the princess you are.

Bf-Eren who takes you shopping constantly watching you spend all of his money while he sits as you change in and out of dresses in the dressing room, and sometimes when he just cant take it anymore he's joining you for a quickie so he can get rid of his hard after seeing you in those short skirts and dresses.

Bf-Eren who begs you every night to shower or bath with him. He loves how you massage the soap into his skin after an long day at work. Your fingers running through his hair rubbing in the shampoo as he leans to place his forehead on your shoulder as you massage his scalp.

Bf-Eren who has to be touching you at all times, weather its walking hand in hand or having you sit on his lap while he works. Even if your cooking dinner he will be behind you running his hands up and down your body with his chin on your shoulder whispering 'your skin is so soft' in your ear.

Bf-Eren who cant kiss you for longer than 10 seconds without it leading to sex. your too irresistible to him the taste of your lips just beg him to take more of you. With you pushed against the wall of the shower he's thrusting slow and deep into you from behind leaving hickeys all across your shoulders and neck.

Bf-Eren who cant stop talking about you to his friends and co- workers. He would be sitting at his desk eating one of your baked goods while he gushes about you to Armin at the desk next to him. and when its a 'guys' night and they are out at the club he's often laying in bed with you instead watching videos of drunk Jean, Connie's sends into the group chat that you both laugh at.

Bf-Eren who adores how innocent you look when you wear your glasses and one of those tiny crop top as you sit on the couch next to him reading a book. You have no idea what your doing to him and he's quick to pull you onto him making you sit on his cock while you read aloud to him whining for him to just fuck you 'But baby you look so cute. just a little longer I promise mama and then I'll fuck you senseless.'

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i can see you - tom riddle x fmc/reader

part I

loosely inspired by "i can see you" by taylor swift.

“I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it”

summary: She had always fancied Tom Riddle. It was an infatuation that bordered on love and obsession, that she had secretly grown and cared for, content with indulging in her fantasies and never bold enough to try and make them become reality.

When she meets him again in her adulthood, dormant longings resurface together with a newfound desire to be the object of his own devotion.

As their paths keep crossing, she starts to think he feels the same.

tags: afab mc, use of female pronouns and no descriptors (i tagged it as x reader because i guess it could be read as such if you use the same pronouns), somewhat period-accurate clothing, courtship (just a little because it's still tom riddle), fmc has a crush on tom, very light foreplay (fem!receiving, clothes stay on), a bit of fluff, explicit sexual desire, mention of masturbation.

please note that mc has a crush on tom, therefore the way she refers to him could sound a bit cheesy and exaggerated. i edited this last night and didn't read it again before posting. i'm sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes i missed.

words: 5.9K

More smut in part II

Part I: You brush past me in the hallway

She couldn’t recall when her obsession with Tom Riddle had started. Perhaps she had always felt that way.

She thought about him as she got ready for school, walked to breakfast or sat in the Great Hall to study, her heart fluttering every time his eyes wandered in her direction. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t actually looking at her - the fantasy was enough.

She felt herself blushing every time he walked past her in the corridors, her gaze sometimes daring, sometimes hesitant, careful not to look at him for too long in case he realised her feelings, but enough to not come off as completely indifferent. Just in case he felt the same.

She had become an ever-present shadow, one he could have moulded into whatever he desidered, as her heart, easily-fooled by an irresistible pretence that had shaped her passion and longing, didn’t know any other affection.

She ignored everything there was to know about him, as he only existed in her fantasy, beautiful and clever and mesmerising. She started following him everywhere: watching him as he sat reading in the courtyard, getting detention when he was the one supervising. 

They had once talked and he had smiled at her. Oh, what a moment that had been. She had laid in bed, her face in the pillow, giggling as her roommates asked her what had happened.

But she had never wanted him to know. She liked to dream about him but never expected him to make those dreams come true.

After they graduated school, she felt empty. Her fantasies were vacant of their predominant character and she had spent a few nights crying about never seeing him again, although she didn’t like to wander in that part of her memories that much.

Then, through a series of coincidences she liked to think were fate’s doing, she had gotten a job at the post office. 

She had been on her way to deliver a missive to Flourish and Blotts - a favour she did to the old owner - when he had walked past her.

Time had stopped.

She couldn’t hear or feel anything. Not the wind brushing through her hair and cooling her cheeks nor the jumbled chatter of the street. Everything was muted and still, except for him.

He was dressed in a tasteful black suit, his jacket buttoned, and his stride was long and confident. He stopped in front of the newspaper rack, picked one up, paid and left without a glance to her or anyone else. 

It was only when he had disappeared down the street that she had snapped out of it, realising she had been crumpling the letter in her hands.

Back in the office, she had discreetly asked Will - who had been working there longer than her - about him. He was almost certain Tom had been working in Knockturn Alley for a while and an errand in that part of the city had confirmed his presumption. 

The next day, as she was trying not to shout at a customer that if he wanted his package delivered to France in one day he could’ve delivered it himself, she had seen him walk by through the glass door.

And the next day as she was busy sorting through the deliveries.

And the next one again.

On the fourth day, she had taken her break around the time she had calculated he was going to pass by. She had to suppress her giddiness when she saw him.

Since then, she duly waited for him as he punctually went to buy his newspaper. 

“Isn’t it a bit cold to be outside voluntarily?” Will asked one day, standing up from his seat to return to the storage room as she went back inside. She hung her coat and scarf, fixing the collar of her jumper.

“I like the fresh air.” She sat down at her desk, getting back to her tasks. It had been an unexpectedly slow morning, leaving her time to write the report she usually needed to cram between customers. 

She leaned back against her chair, absent-mindedly twirling her quill between her fingers as her mind went back to the same subject that had filled her younger years.

Since that fortunate day of September, her infatuation with Tom Riddle had returned to burn like a wildfire, but it had also felt different. It wasn’t the childish crush of a teenager anymore, unbridled in her fantasies and hesitant in her action. It was a different type of fixation, more subdued, more restrained, perhaps more mature. He felt familiar and new at the same time, and she was content with watching him, appeased by his mere existence.

But lately she had felt the compelling need to to draw closer, to enter his orbit without actually being pulled in by it.

Those were desires she succumbed to during other times of the day. 

She anxiously drummed her fingers on the desk, her eyes urgently checking the clock as the man in front of her couldn’t bother to fill out his form. If she wasn’t going to do it today she wasn’t sure when she’ll find the courage again.

She hurriedly signed it as he handed it over and retrieved her coat.

“I’m going on break!” She didn’t even wait for Will to answer before stepping out in the street. 

She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she walked, her heels clattering on the cobblestones. Perhaps high heels weren’t a good idea, her legs felt less steady than she had anticipated. She adjusted the silk scarf around her neck and smoothed a hand over her curls as she went straight to the magazine rack.

Alright, she needed to stay calm and look relaxed. Nothing of importance was happening. She was just there to buy a magazine. 

She browsed through a few, incapable of actively reading the headlines since her mental capacity was too occupied waiting with him.

Minutes passed inexorably, her tension growing imposing until it exploded into a million butterflies the moment she noticed him. She didn’t turn, instead subtly moving in front of the stand where they sold his newspaper, pretending to skim, deep in thought. 

She could hear him walking closer until he was right next to her.

He was wearing his coat, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched to read the headlines. His presence was impossible to miss and became even more breathtaking when he scooted closer to her, his arm stretching out to grab a newspaper right in front of her. His side brushed against her arm and she couldn’t stop herself from taking in all she could. His scent, his warmth, the mere occasion of being so close to him. 

Her eyes moved to find his of their own volition. His expression was slightly surprised, like he wasn’t expecting her to consider him. He held her gaze for a second, his blue eyes glinting in her morning light, lively like she had only occasionally seen them.

He pressed his lips together and nodded to her in greeting, folding the newspaper under his arm before entering the store to pay.

She was breathless. The wind had picked up, biting against her cheeks that she knew must have turned flush. She forced herself to divert her attention, deciding on a crossword magazine just as he left the store. 

“Five letters, it starts with an S,” she read, “It can be found at Hogwarts.”

“Stars?” Will attempted, his voice muffled from the thud of some boxes he was moving.

It had been a few weeks since her last encounter (if it could be called that) with Tom. Since then, once a week she would dress more attentively and get to Flourish and Blotts in time to wait for him. She would choose a different magazine or newspaper every time, although crosswords were her favourite to waste her time between customers. 

She had come to the conclusion that one trip a week was enough to satisfy her persistent yearning without drawing too much attention to herself. The rest of the week she spent her break outside, unperturbed by the changing of the seasons and the chilly weather.

“Yes, because stars are a prerogative of Hogwarts,” she jested. She could hear Will grumble something through the open door that separated them.

“I think it’s ‘Squid’,” she said triumphantly, writing the word down. She held up the paper like she was reading it for an entire audience. “Next, it tells you the truth you might not want to hear. Eight letters.”

“Veritaserum!” Will enthusiastically suggested.

“That’s eleven letters. Honestly, did you even go to school?” It was like this every time, he would just throw out the first thing that came to mind. It was still funny, though. 

“Honesty maybe? No, it’s seven letters. Let me get the dictionary.”

Sometimes she wondered how he had managed to run the office alone until they had hired her.

“Synonyms with eight letters, let’s see.” She could hear him quickly turning the pages. Why did he have a dictionary in there she could not say.

“I don’t think it’s an-” She lifted her gaze as the doorbell chimed and her sentence got cut off by a sudden rush of heat that didn’t allow her to think clearly for a few seconds.

Tom Riddle crossed the threshold. He took off his leather gloves and turned down the collar of his jacket.

She was embarrassingly wide-eyed as he approached her desk.

“Hello,” he said.

She blinked a few times, trying to remember the customs of the society she got raised in. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” She gave him her usual bright customer service smile. Thank Merlin habits were stronger than feelings.

“I have a letter to post.” He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out an envelope.

“Sure,” she said, her tone professional and experienced. “Just fill out this form, please.”

She offered him a quill and her eyes lowered on his long slender fingers as he skillfully gripped it. She could have watched him write all day, but instead pretended to be busy sorting through a cabinet.

Will came out of the backroom, holding his beloved dictionary. He gave Tom a tight cordial smile and set the dictionary in front of her, pointing to a specific word. “Morality”. 

She glanced quickly at Tom before focusing on Will.

“What does that have to do with the truth?” Her tone was an aggravated whisper. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know, but it has eight letters,” he whispered back. She held in the laugh that threatened to escape her as she looked at him. 

She gestured for him to leave before Tom reported them as unprofessional and turned to him as he handed her the signed papers.

“Thank you.” Why did her voice suddenly sound so shrilly? She cleared her throat, trying to regain some dignity.

She checked the address and noticed it was in England. “It will be dispatched with the afternoon owls and will probably reach your addressee by tomorrow.” She was not required to give him this information, but she just wanted to keep him there a little longer.

He nodded and smiled warmly at her. Butterflies bloomed again like flowers. “Perfect, thank you.”

“Have a good day,” she said. 

“You too.” He turned but then halted, like he had just changed his mind about something. “It's ‘Prophecy’ by the way.”

She frowned, confused on what he meant, until she remembered the crossword. “Oh, thank you.”

She watched him open the door and leave. And then watched him some more through the window as he returned to Knockturn Alley, something warm diffusing through her.

“I knew it!” Will's exultant voice broke her reverie.

She whipped her head around. “What?” By the way he was looking at her, his eyes gleaming like they had just witnessed the most engaging of gossip, she could guess exactly what he was talking about.

“When you asked all those questions I thought nothing of it, but you spend all your breaks outside, and it’s so windy in this part of Diagon Alley! I knew there was a reason. Especially after you started coming to work looking very lovely.”

“So, since I care about my look and spend my break outside, you deduced that…what exactly?

He leaned against the doors with his arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. His expression was so self-assured she knew she couldn’t deny her way out.

“Are you telling me you don’t fancy Tom Riddle? Because if I liked men I would definitely fancy him.”

“Don’t even start,” she sighed, covering her face.

If someone had told her years ago what would have happened in the next few weeks, she would have thought they had more imagination than her.

Aside from Will forcing her to buy another crossword, since the one she had chosen was part of some sort of divination conspiracy - his words.

“What does it have to do with the ‘truth you don’t want to hear’?” he had said. “Divination is just a scam, let me tell you.”

Tom had been coming and going from the post office. The response to his letter had arrived three days later and he had personally showed up to collect it.

She had always assumed that Riddle and the people he corresponded with had their own owl, but perhaps she had mistakenly presumed who he was exchanging letters with.

In school she had often dreamt of receiving a letter or a simple note from him, something to keep next to her bed and occasionally reread, wishing for things she didn’t have the courage to take for herself.

An insidious thought had crept into her mind after the first letter, instigating jealous feelings she had never felt. In school he had never shown interest in romantic liaisons, but his intentions could have changed since then.

The morning after, checking who he had sent the letter to was the first thing she had done once she had stepped into the office, professionalism be damned.

It was now a gloomy day, kept bearable by the prospect of talking to him.

“Good morning,” he greeted her as came in half an hour later, closing his umbrella and leaving it by the entrance. The sound of pounding rainfall on the street filled the silence. His coat was dampened around the sleeves and shoulders and his curls fell haphazardly on his forehead. “I believe you have something for me.”

She smiled at him. “Let me just get your letter, I think it arrived today.” She got up and reached for one of the shelves next to her. She knew he was coming today, so she had worn her nicest pair of work heels and a flattering skirt. Her curls had also turned out prettier than usual.

She perused the envelopes but didn’t find any addressed to him.

In the backroom, Will was reading a book with his legs crossed on the table. She searched through the newest delivery but couldn’t find it.

“Where is the letter?” she asked under her breath.

Will lifted his eyes from the page and adjusted his glasses. “What letter?”

“His letter, Will,” she hissed. “I saw it earlier.”

“If it isn’t there I don’t know what to tell you. Perhaps he switched up the dates.”

He noticed her accusatory expression and prudently held up his hands. “I’ll send a note to see if the owl got lost. Will that help you relax?”

Her features distended. “Yes, thank you. I’ll tell him to come by later.” 

“Did you ask if he wants tea as well?” 

She rolled her eyes laughing, relieved he wasn’t mad at her - she was feeling guilty for her unfair distrust - and went back to Tom, who was flipping through a brochure.

She threw him an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid we had some troubles with the owl carrying your missive.” 

She couldn’t read his face as he listened to her.

“It’s fine, I’ll return before you close.” He grabbed his umbrella, completely unperturbed.

“We are really sorry,” she said, resisting the urge to start chipping away her nail polish.

His eyes bore into her. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.”

Lightning struck in that same moment, a blast of wind slamming against the windows as thunder made her swallow her redundant apologies.

“Let’s hope it will stop raining by then,” she mumbled more to herself, watching the raindrops fall quickly and heavily.

After lunch, Will brought her the envelope she had been desperately looking for. The paper was surprisingly pristine, not even a drop of water or a crease on it.

“It just arrived,” he announced with a wink.

“You’re telling me an owl flew with this rain?”

“I always told you I believe those animals have superpowers.” He shrugged and returned to his duties.

She stacked it on top of a pile of papers, smiling involuntary. She was embarrassed by herself.

An hour later, Will stepped out of the office with his coat and scarf on. 

“I’m leaving for today. Do you want me to wait for you?” he asked. Rain was still pounding on the glass. 

“You can go. Hopefully it will stop.” He nodded, retrieved his umbrella and disappeared among the flock of passersby. 

She glanced at the clock, wishing time could just run faster so that she could go home. The light had dimmed over the afternoon, engulfing the office in a dull atmosphere with drowsy undertones. She was drawing a flower on a piece of parchment when the bell chimed. She already knew who it was.

He gave her a small smile and her heart fluttered. 

“Here it is. The poor owl lost his way in this storm,” she said, holding his letter. He grabbed it and signed the usual form. 

"Are you always this accommodating?" he asked casually.

She felt her cheeks heat at the question as she cleared her desk. "It's my job."

"Do you live far from here?" 

She faltered as she was reaching for her coat and cleared her throat. 

"Why do you ask?" She followed his gaze to the empty umbrella stand. 

"Oh."

“I don’t mind escorting you home, if you’d like,” he said promptly. 

Was this actually happening? She was sure she had fantasised about something like this once. 

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” This was what she was supposed to say, right? 

“I insist.”

She surely wasn’t going to let him change his mind. 

“Alright, then.” She smiled coyly as he took her coat from her hands and helped her with it. His hands brushed on her arms in a gesture that was oddly intimate in the fading light of the office. He opened the door for her and waited for her to lock it. 

Around them people hurried to get to their destination, but she was in no rush. He offered her his arm and she took it, a little out of breath. She hid her hand in the crook of his elbow, hoping it would not betray her nervousness and gently guided him in the right direction.

“How was your day?” he asked after a few steps, just as nonchalantly as before.

“It was good, perhaps a little boring.”

“Do you enjoy working at the post office?” He turned his head, watching her with those rich eyes of his.

She shrugged lightly. “It’s better than other jobs, and I like my colleague.”

“I met him the other day. You weren’t there when I went to post my letter,” he explained in response to her surprised look.

“Oh yes, it was my free afternoon.” She couldn’t believe Will hadn’t told her about this.

Tom nodded as if it was a fact he wanted to remember.

“Do you like your job?” she asked, greedy for anything he wanted to share with her.

“It might seem strange but I do.”

“Where do you work exactly?” Not even Will had been able to tell her what it was that he did.

“Borgin and Burkes.”

“The antique shop?”

He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

She mirrored his grin. “How would you describe it?”

“You can call it that if you’re into cursed music boxes and a wide selection of skulls.”

“Perhaps I am,” she replied foxily. “I’ll come and take a look one day.”

“Are you?” The inflection in his voice told her he didn’t quite believe her.

“You don’t really know me, Tom.” 

As her words were met with silence, she turned to him. She had never seen him look at her like that, his lips slightly curved and his eyes glinting with intrigue.

“So I gather Diagon Alley wasn’t in your ambitions?” he asked after a while. He must have seen her discomfort at his question because he immediately apologised.

“Don’t, please.” She put her free hand on his arm before registering what she was doing and he followed her motion as she composedly dropped it. 

“You’re right,” she said with a sigh, averting her eyes. “I don’t know what I expected from the future.”

“But?”

“But I suppose it could be worse.” That’s it, that’s all she had to say. No big dream everyone required her to have.

“You could make it better, you have endless possibilities to choose from.” He sounded so sure, but of course he was. He had the world in his palm and he could change the course of existence at every moment.

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think that’s true.” 

She steered him to the right to cross the street. They were now out of Diagon Alley, walking through the small inhabited island that separated Muggle London from the commercial area. He rested his arm on her back and respectfully pushed her away from the street, switching their places. She pretended it didn’t affect her.

“You could have had any job after graduation,” she pointed out. 

“I chose the one that I believed would give me more benefits.” 

“Did you choose correctly?”

He smirked. “I did.”

She wanted to ask more but didn’t dare and a comfortable silence fell between them.

She noticed Tom was extremely careful and observant. He tilted the umbrella to the perfect angle to shield her completely and moved to the side every time she needed to sidestep a puddle.

It was the first time she had had the opportunity to be close enough to him. His arm was firm and she could sense his warmth through the layers of his clothes. She thought of how good it would have felt to nestle against him.

It felt like something it wasn’t, an intimate routine, and she soaked in the moment. His body heat, the coarse wool of his coat against her hand, his soft breath, the pumping of her enamoured heart, the swaying movement of their figures as they walked, the raindrops hitting the asphalt.

She wanted to drown in it.

“We are almost there,” she announced, sadly noticing they were nearing her neighbourhood. 

“Do you live alone?” 

She nodded. “I used to have a roommate but then I moved to a smaller apartment. I enjoyed the quiet more.”

“I suppose you don’t have a lot of guests, then.”

“Will comes for lunch sometimes, he’s also alone.”

“And your other friends?” 

She hid her surprise at his question. She didn’t expect him to remember any details about her. 

“I hardly see them nowadays, we kinda lost touch over the years.” There was a soreness that couldn’t quite go away everytime she thought of the companions she drifted away from. No matter how hard she had tried to fight against the currents, there had been an insurmountable wave between them. Everyone said it inevitably happened with age, but no one ever talked about the solitude that it brought with it.

His finger grazed against her wrist, capturing her attention.

“Being alone isn’t always a curse,” he murmured.

“Are you alone?” She couldn’t remember a day when he wasn’t surrounded by his friends or admirers. She had always considered he enjoyed the attention of people hanging from his lips, but perhaps she had judged him wrongly. “Or do you still see your friend sometimes?”

His expression was clever as he answered. “The two things can coexist.”

She looked at him, ardently wishing she could figure him out. It was her torment, never quite managing to step into his field of attraction long enough to decode him, forever relegated to a bystander. Why was he telling her that? Why was he there with her? 

His profound eyes searched for something and the idea of being just as incomprehensible to him made her shiver. 

"Are you cold?" he asked.

She fiddled with the sleeve of her coat. "I'm fine. We are almost there." 

They walked the last few metres to her front door and stopped in front of a set of stairs. 

"Thank you for accompanying me." She didn't mention she could have easily apparated. 

"Don't mention it."

She made to step away from him but he hesitated to let go of her arm, his fingers lingering over her skin. She watched as he raised his hand to her face, tenderly brushing a loose strand away from her face, curling it with his finger. 

"Thank you," she said, her voice breathy.

His hand dropped and he stepped back. She didn't want him to go. 

"Do you want to come in?" 

She only processed what she had said after the words had left her mouth. Was she being improper? It was pouring and he had made her the courtesy of walking her home. The least she could do was to invite him in, it was a display of gracious manners. 

If she was worried he might have misinterpreted, he instead looked unperturbed. 

"I think it is best if I get back. It's getting quite late." 

She didn't show her disappointment. "Of course. Have a good evening." 

He returned her wish and waited until she unlocked her front door before leaving.

Within the cosiness of her home, she spent all night thinking about him. She replayed her whole afternoon while she was sitting in the bathtub, brushing her hair, making dinner. His feathery touch lingered like a phantom hand, the memory of his gaze followed her in everything she did, and, as she laid in bed, the ache of his rejection - that she knew to be insignificant - turned into fear she had ruined everything, a creature threatening to devour her as her mind grew tired and the night grew darker, the ticking of the clock an incessant reminder of everything she could crave but never have.

She looked at the dangling sign, the golden letters carved into dark wood, and entered the shop trying not to look at the stuffed fox by the entrance. 

The interior was just as sinister. She ignored an undoubtedly haunted portrait and passed in front of an array of body parts she was sure had belonged to Frankenstein at one point.

“Those are for the more eccentric customers,” Tom said, coming out of the backroom and spooking her. 

“I’m not going to ask what they need them for,” she replied with a nervous laugh.

He stopped to take something from a shelf and showed it to her. “I think you’ll like this more.” 

It was a wooden cube with a glass surface on the top. Inside there was a simple maze and a small marble. She took it and tilted it to the side, trying to make the ball roll forward. The light reflected on the glass and when she looked again the puzzle was different and the marble was in the opposite angle. She inclined it a few more times and the maze kept shifting repeatedly.

“How am I supposed to finish this?”

“It is designed to create a sequence. You have to understand the pattern to know where the marble will be everytime and move accordingly.”

“If I don’t go mad first.”

Tom pressed his lips in an amused smile as he took the cube back and placed it on a random shelf.

She lost herself in his mesmerising gaze as he drew closer like a shadow. The tension between them was tauter.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he said, his voice a smooth whisper.

“I told you I was coming to take a look,” she replied, her lips expertly curling into a sweet smile.

“Is that all?” He stretched his arm to remove a speck of dust on the shelf to her right, enclosing her between his body and a ladder leaning against the bare wall.

She tried to remain poised as she took something out of her purse. “This came for you.”

He took the letter with a frown, turning it in his hands to read who sent it.

“Who writes to you?” She already knew there was no name on the envelope. She wondered how the sender had managed to mail it.

“I’m just as clueless as you are.” He carefully ripped the paper as she stared at him wide-eyed. He read the signature at the bottom of the message and folded it back, putting it in the pocket of his jacket.

Of course he knew, it was obvious she wasn’t able to mind her own business.

“Who do you imagine writing to me?” That captivated gleam lit up his eyes again.

“Malfoy looks like a prolific writer.”

“But Malfoy always signs his letters.” 

“Is there someone in your life that prefers to remain a secret?”

She shuddered as he trailed his fingers down her arm, gently holding her wrist. “Like a secret liaison?” he asked.

She swallowed. “Is there anyone?” There was no turning back after this.

His fingers brushed against hers and she let out a small sigh. She didn’t miss his pleased smirk as he stepped forward, her figure moving back until she rested against the wooden rungs of the ladder. They were standing behind a wall that hid them from any peering eyes, concealed by the shadow’s silhouette.

“Perhaps there is,” he murmured, taking her handbag and setting it down. “Perhaps I should reply to her promptly.” He started to slowly unbutton her coat. She could not take her eyes away from him.

“But the fact is, I am not sure what I should tell her.” He locked his eyes with hers and got down on his knees. Her breath hitched in her throat.

She stared down at him, her stomach knotting as a familiar yearning pervaded her. She had thought of him in that position, she had wanted him like this. Her heart was thundering.

“How do I fit in all of this?”

“Perhaps,” he said, holding her calf to push her foot on the first rung, “you could advise me.” She followed his movements until she was propped on the first step and grabbed the ladder, watching him. 

“You could start by writing what you like about her,” she suggested. He started massaging her ankles, his hands slowly drawing over her nylon tights from her heel straps to her calves.

“I like her beauty,” he replied with ease, tracing his finger over her seam on the back of her leg.

“I wouldn’t start like that.”

“How so?” He looked amused as his hands reached below the hem of her skirt and he brushed his lips over her knee.

“You will never win her over if she thinks you only appreciate her for her beauty.” Her lips parted as he looked up at her, strikingly handsome, and she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the texture of his curls. They were softer than she had expected.

“What should I tell her, then?”

“Do you see her often?”

“Not as often as I’d like.”

“You could mention the small details of her person that you miss.” He languidly pushed up the fabric of her skirt, exposing her tights. 

“Like what?”

“Like the way she does her hair or how she holds her quill as she writes. Or something that made you think of her.”

“You do like the details,” he muttered, more to himself than her, looking transfixed as he hooked his finger into the band of her stockings, giving her the physical contact she had painfully craved.

“What about her intelligence?”

She nodded and tried to swallow but her throat was parched. “That too. Are you impressed by her?”

“I am. She looks remarkable.”

“Could she rival you?”

He smirked and undid her garter, tugging the nylon partially down. “I’m waiting to find out.” He pressed his lips onto her skin, kissing her bare leg. She brought her head back against the hard rung, letting out a whimper she didn’t want to contain.

His lips were slightly chapped from the cold weather but his breath was warm as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over her scorching skin. Her hand found his hair again, pulling it as sweet breathy sounds came from her lips.

He focused his attention on her other thigh, digging his fingers into her flesh like a starving man and pressing his mouth harder into her skin. 

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was so much she wanted now. It was urging, impossible to ignore. She was looking down the edge of the precipice, unable to tear the gaze away from the looming danger. Someone was behind her threatening to push her. She was sure it was Tom.

As he kissed the inside of her thigh she felt the need to tug his head further up. He was hers for a moment, one secret moment, surrounded by a still silence that could not betray them.

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot and bit softly, hiking up her skirt and her suspender belt with an urgent motion. She gripped his hair tighter, ready to lead him where they clearly both wanted to be. 

She shifted her weight, the wetness between her legs so pressing it was becoming uncomfortable. 

“Tom,” she breathed as his hand gripped her waist and his lips reached right under the crease of her tight.

“Tell me what you desire the most,” he murmured, bending her knee and putting her foot one rung up to gain better access.

You.

She couldn’t tell him that. She would have never told him that, yet she was sure he already knew. Perhaps he had always known, and he had savoured each furtive glance and each stolen detail preparing for this moment. 

The thought was less mortifying than expected.

“Right now I just want-”

The bell chimed, followed by the creaking of the door opening. Tom immediately got up, letting go of her leg and concealing her with his figure until she made herself decent again. Then he scurried to assist the new customer.

She collected herself and pretended to scour the shelves for a while, waiting for the flush on her cheeks to fade and for her heart to slow down. Tom’s eyes met hers as she left, carrying anticipation and a promise.

As her hands dipped between her legs that night, she wondered if he was doing the same. 

Afterwards, questions crowded her restless night. Had he always known what their encounters were going to lead up to or was he just as surprised?

He had been hers for one long burning moment. She yearned to touch him again and she knew he desidered the same, to protract those flames until skin glowed and flesh smoked, until he could squeeze her beating organ. But how long was it going to last until he decided to crush it?

sorry for the cockblocking.

[laguezze]

PAC: What you should be confident about

Theme: Focus by Ariana Grande

I am kinda back guys! Feeling better and ready to step into a new, confident energy! So here are some reasons why you should be confident!

Warning ⚠️: it's honest, also there is a +18 pile soooo. Minors DNI.

Let's see the piles!

Pile I

Pile II

Pile III

Pile IV

Pile I

(+18 only bc i don't wanna be calling a minor sexy and alluring)

You are sexy. Period. Like you have something so alluring and attractive about you. There's something so seductive in your aura. You're charming and talk well. I'm hearing your voice may be very attractive and siren-like. You might get tons of compliments on your voice.

Your calmness also makes you incredibly mesmerizing. You seem mysterious, but also playful. You're like a femme fatale fr (no matter the gender, it's the energy they bring to the table)

You just know, subconsciously at least, how to pull people in.

You speak well and are educated. You understand social customs and the way conversations work, so you make people very comfortable.

You should be more confident of your energy, like you're so charming and hot like genuinely charming and irresistible.

Look around at the room, see all those eyes? Yeah, they're looking at you bc you rock. That's why.

Pile II

The way you walkkkkk like we got a strutter here. I'm hearing the way you walk accentuates your curves very well and makes your body look very good. People notice the way you carry yourself. I'm seeing someone walking around the city with a handbag and a good fit. Fashion may be your strong suit too.

People might see you as someone fashionable and confident, whether you are or not. You definitely carry a strong energy with you. People love it.

You make heads turn a lot more than you realize. Like omg feel free to ignore this but I'm hearing you may have a good dump truck if you know what I mean. Like you're just built different in that department what can I say? People admire that. People wanna be you and be with you.

You also have such a positive energy to you, like your confidence shines through and people want to be around you a lot bc of it. They want to be like you.

Pile III

I knew I was gonna get this pile. You guys are my brains pile. The smart ones, very intelligent people. That's one of your strongest suits and I think you know that. You definitely do, yeah. Well, I'm here to tell you what you already probably saw coming. You should be confident about it. Own that IQ babes. But ALSO I'm hearing some of you are not satisfied with this answer. Maybe you read some of the previous piles while scrolling and you're like "bro why is everyone being called hot and I'm out here being called smart??? Am I not hot or what?" Calm down. You are hot. Your intelligence makes you extremely hot. Sapiosexuals would kill for a day with you fr.

BUT since you wanna hear something physical maybe, I will mention, there's something about your cleavage area and eyes. Maybe some of you wear glasses and people love that look. Your look compliment your personality. Very neat and clean, it's effective and attractive. People love that.

You might not be physically strong, a lot of people like how dainty and fragile you look because of your strong personality and brains. They love the contrast and so should you.

Pile IV

Hmm... You're probably expecting me to say your body. A lot of you guys might party a lot and get told that your body is hot and this and that. And although you take pride in that, deep down you are tires of hearing it. You want to be called "beautiful" while someone stares at your face. Not looking down.

You are beautiful, I'm seeing your soul is wounded a little bit. You may have had a rough time and got over it but the scar still hurts sometimes.

Your soul is beautiful. It really is. You want the real thing, you're passionate about life and love. You came out of a Renaissance painting literally like you're just so idealistic and it's hard to be that way in such a dull world full of hookup culture (note! I'm not judging anyone for hooking up. I respect decisions and personally don't see anything wrong with it. I'm just saying for some people that are more hopeless romantics looking for their one true love it might be hard to navigate a world in which hookup culture is very prevalent)

Your soul and your inner life makes you stunning. Your body is, of course, hot and beautiful. But the main thing you should be more confident about is your inner self. Your kindness and deep thoughts.

You will be loved the way you love one day 💕

The End

[deathbxnny]

Astral Express crew with kind and warm healer reader? They spoil everyone, always offer support and are a worrywart if anyone gets hurt

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you for the cute request! It's so adorable!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationships, something wholesome for once, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng really needs someone to take care of him sometimes, even if he denies it. You're so kind and gentle to him, that he is unsure at first on how to react to this sudden surge of love and affection. But he doesn't mind it either. In fact, he secretly craves it.

He finds himself flustering and seeking out your warmth often, when he's around you. He's surprised at how much he enjoys you spoiling him and often wonders how you are able to make him feel so many warm feelings at once.

He tries not to make you worry about him though, by hiding his injuries or bruises. He knows how you get about them and seeing you frown nearly hurts more than the injuries themselves. And he also doesn't want to get scolded by you.

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》Himeko

Himeko finds your caring and kind self way too adorable and often dotes on you back as a thank you. She worries about you often herself, so it honestly becomes a little competition between you too. But alas, she loves the attention you give her and even goes as far as demanding it from you at times.

She loves it, when you spoil her with love and affection, especially after very long and hard work days. Being the Head of the Astral Express is very difficult after all, so she'll let you pamper and praise her to your hearts content on any day.

Himeko immediately comes to you when she's injured or bruised. She might even make a bigger deal out of it, if it gets her more attention from you. Even if it's just a light hearted scolding, that she will just smile and chuckle to.

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》Welt Yang

Welt has a tendency to overwork himself unknowingly and for very long hours at that, which makes you often follow him around and nag him about taking a break. He'll tell you that he's nearly done, even though it's been the 5th time he's said that over 2 hours. So that usually ends with you forcing him to take a break, by tempting him with your irresistible warmth and affection. And who is he to say no to you?

With that said, he'll often thank you for your support and love by spoiling you back and making sure you also take breaks with him. He secretly enjoys you worrying about him, although he makes sure it's never about anything too serious.

He only trusts you to treat his injuries and listens to any scoldings you give him with a guilty smile. He'll promise to keep himself out of trouble next time, but knowing who his partners on missions usually are, it's inevitable that trouble will find him anyways.

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》March 7th

It's honestly a miracle, that she hasn't given you a heart attack yet, even if she has gotten close to doing so plenty of times. The amount of worried scolding she gets from you is also astronomical, but she always swears up and down, that she isn't doing it on purpose.

You often find yourself worrying about her on missions, as she tends to get in trouble all the time, much to your dismay. Trouble seems to find her wherever she went after all. So she's thankful whenever you give her love and attention after hard missions. Especially when you spoil her with it, even when she feels like she doesn't deserve it.

She gets a little hesitant about showing you her injuries, because she knows how worried you are all the time. But she also doesn't want to worry you any further, which is why she'll accept any scoldings you give her with a determined look and pre-prepared apology.

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A/N: I hope this was okay and coherent! Thank you again for the cute request!<33

[hetn-3]

dazai w a gf who wears glasses ?!

Hi ! I reassure you I have not fallen into a hole in the meantime I was just looking for inspiration and I am finally back the other requests I will process them very soon and apart from that come send writing requests to me everything and open I take everything

good reading

Dazai Osamu, this enigmatic seducer with a casual smile, had done the unthinkable: he had a girlfriend, and her name was Y/N. This young woman, who wore glasses, happened to be the unfortunate accomplice of this man with unbearable humor.

One day, while they were walking around the city, Dazai couldn't help but tease Y/N about her glasses. “You know, dear Y/N, even glasses can’t hide the splendor of your face. But maybe without them, you would see how irresistible I am.” Y/N rolled her eyes behind her glasses, momentarily regretting her decision to associate her fate with that of the master of questionable humor.

Despite his infuriating nature, Dazai always managed to make Y/N laugh with his offbeat comments. He would throw lines at her like: "I'm like medicine, Y/N. A little bitter, hard to swallow, but in the end, you realize that I'm good for you." Y/N, although annoyed, couldn't help but smile. It was Dazai's evil magic.

Another day, Dazai decided to engage in a series of bad jokes. He claimed to have become an expert in "the art of absurd romanticism". "You know, Y/N, flowers and chocolates are too cliché. I decided to offer romantic riddles. If you solve the riddle, you will find where I hide my love for you." Y/N, raising an eyebrow, wondered if he was serious or just testing his patience.

Daily life with Dazai was a constant mix of laughter and exasperation. He boasted about his "talents" as a boyfriend, saying his humor was a cure for boredom. "Y/N, I'm like a living comedy. You don't need TV as long as you have me." Y/N sighed, sometimes wondering if she should have taken precautions before embarking on this relationship.

Yet, despite all his questionable jokes and insufferable attitude, Dazai had a way of making every moment special. He could be surprisingly caring when you least expected it. One evening, he had prepared a romantic dinner, leaving Y/N speechless. “I told you I could be serious, didn’t I?” he whispered with a smirk.

Dazai and Y/N's relationship was a fine balance between love and madness. She couldn't help but wonder how she got here, with this master of absurdity for a boyfriend. But deep down, she knew that life with Dazai would be anything but boring, even if she had to endure his jokes and eccentric humor.

So, Y/N continued to wear her glasses with grace, facing each day with Dazai as if it was a comedic adventure she didn't want to be left out of. And although she often sighed at his antics, she couldn't deny that love, with a touch of unbearable humor, made their story unique and unforgettable.

open request 🙄🙄

[roseofdarknessblog]

Where it all began (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 723

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: Ten years after the Rumbling, you and Levi return to Paradis, to show your daughter the land you fought so hard for.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Where it all began

„Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,“ Levi said quietly as soon as you disembarked on Paradis. After almost ten years, you were back. On the island, where both your and Levi's life began, where you met, and where you never came back after the Rumbling.

„It's only for two days, darling. We'll be home tomorrow evening,“ you said and kissed the top of his head, looking around the port.

Many things changed since the day you left. You were barely able to recognize this place. Memories of your last battle against the Yeagerists made shivers run down your back. Everything that led up to it, everything that happened after. Falco's first transformation into the Jaw Titan, your arrival to Odiha, Hange's sacrifice, the final battle against Eren...

Coming back felt very strange. Both of you were anxious and full of doubts. Was this truly a good idea? Returning here after so much time? Maybe you should have stayed home, in the little seaside town where you settled down and opened Levi's tea shop. There it was safe. It felt like it. As years passed, that place truly started to feel like home to you.

But here...

„Ugh, finally. I almost puked myself on that stupid boat.“ Both you and Levi looked over at the six-year-old raven-haired girl by his side. Her blue-grey eyes scanned your surroundings quickly before she looked at Levi. „I thought you said sailing is going to be fun, dad.“

You smiled upon hearing her complaints and reached out to stroke her silky hair. It was just like Levi's, although his lately started to turn grey here and there. To him, it was annoying. To you, it became one of his most irresistible features.

„I said it because I didn't want you to worry,“ Levi explained and handed her the little yellow sketchbook she loved carrying around. Until now, he kept it on his lap to have it on hand anytime.

„Too bad, now I don't want to go home by boat.“

„Well, you can always swim,“ you joked.

Little Zoe, who you and Levi named after Hange, gave you an annoyed look and kept on walking. Sometimes, she truly was a carbon copy of her father in every way. From her appearance to her personality. Even if she was only six years old, she already had a huge personality of her own.

„Is it too late to turn back?“

„Levi... it will be fine. We promised her this trip.“ You got hold of his wheelchair once again and followed your daughter, who kept looking around, taking in all the little details.

It was mainly because of her, that you came back to Paradis for a short visit. Even if you and Levi didn't often talk about your past in front of her, other people did. Mainly Jean and Connie, who told her many stories about Paradis and how it once looked. But, of course, they always left out the most gruesome details. So in the end, little Zoe saw this place as an almost ordinary island. Like a place for a little family trip.

Queen Historia knew you and Levi were coming, you let her know in advance. But it didn't seem she wanted to meet you after so many years. And that was more than okay. It was her personal choice. After all, you didn't really come to reconnect with anyone.

„Mikasa!“ your daughter screamed excitedly when she saw her waiting for all of you. But as Zoe was running up to her, somebody suddenly leaped out from behind one of the buildings and grabbed her around the waist. Her little sketchbook fell to the ground as the blond man lifted her up and spun her around, while your daughter screamed out.

Both Zoe and Armin, who you truly didn't expect to be there, were laughing loudly while you and Levi came up to them. Mikasa picked up the girl's sketchbook and held it for her until she was hugging Armin.

„Captain, Y/N... so you really made it,“ Armin said, greeting you both.

You nodded, putting one of your hands on Levi's shoulder squeezing it reassuringly and reminding him, that you're here with him. „We did, yeah. But what are you doing here?“

„Mikasa told me you were coming so I took a little trip, too. But it's just me, Annie's home. She still doesn't like coming here.“

„Don't worry, we understand,“ you assured him with a warm smile.

After you all greeted each other, you followed Armin and Mikasa, talking and simply having a good time. You and Levi still felt a little uneasy, while you were walking through the streets of Shiganshina. The town felt more than foreign to you both. Almost nothing looked the same, not even the people. And for sure, not the military personnel you met here and there.

But there was a bright side to it all, too. Hearing people talk and children laugh, while they were running around, made you smile. Everything looked lively and colorful. You could actually feel all the life pulsing through the streets. Never before did this place make you feel this way. Almost as if nothing ever happened here.

While Zoe was walking between Mikasa and Armin, holding hands with both of them, you kept a few steps behind them. You could see how tensed up Levi's shoulders were. To be honest, you didn't see him like this for a very long time. It almost seemed as if he was expecting something to happen. Just like during old times.

„If I didn't know where we were, I would never say this is Paradis,“ you said after a while in a hushed voice, so only he was able to hear you. „A lot has changed during only ten years.“

Levi nodded without a word, keeping his eyes on your daughter's back. Even if he wasn't like his old self, like the people of this island used to know him, his instincts stayed just as sharp. If needed, he would give his absolute everything to protect his family – you and the little girl both of you loved more than life itself. She was the purest light in your lives and the biggest source of your happiness.

„It feels weirder than I thought it would.“

„In a good or in a bad way?“ you asked him, noticing a little shop you remembered from way back when you were still in the Survey Corps. It was a bakery where you loved getting many different sweet goods. Honestly, it was a miracle that it was still here. „Do you remember this place? I used to buy those little apple pies here. Those you loved eating with your afternoon tea.“

To your surprise, he chuckled. „I could never forget those. But now you make much better ones.“

„After so many years of trying...“ you laughed.

Learning how to cook and bake after the war was one of the hardest things you've ever done. For some reason, you simply couldn't get the hang of it. If it wasn't for Onyankopon and his patience, you would have given up a long time ago. Only thanks to him, you were now able to supply Levi's tea shop with many delicious sweet and savory treats.

You could see a couple of people who seemed to recognize you. Some of them nodded their heads to say a quiet hello, but that was it. Nobody came up to you to have a chat. Thankfully. Not you or Levi felt like talking to anyone. You didn't want them asking any questions. After all, you didn't owe anyone anything. The way you decided to live your life after the war was solely your own personal choice. And it seemed, that not coming back here was the right thing to do. Even if it felt very difficult at the beginning, settling down in the outside world was the wisest choice in the long run.

„Do you want to visit Erwin and Sasha's grave as well?“ Levi asked you, looking over his shoulder. At first, you didn't react. But then you gave a simple nod.

„I can go alone if you don't feel like coming along. You and Zoe can wait for me somewhere,“ you assured him, not wanting to pressure him into anything. Coming here was challenging enough. „I won't be long.“

He quietly shook his head, not voicing his thoughts out loud. So you let him think about it in silence, following Mikasa, Armin, and your daughter to your first and most important stop.

After a short while, you made it to a place, which truly scared you for some reason. It was the tree, under which Eren's remains were buried. A small simple tombstone was set into the ground just by the trunk. For whatever reason, it was suddenly way harder to breathe.

„Long time no see, Eren,“ Levi said, his voice way colder than just a few minutes before. You knew that even after so many years, he sometimes thought about all the things he and Eren never got the chance to discuss.

„I wish this meeting could have looked different,“ you got out with a heavy sigh, taking the small bouquet of white lilies from Levi's lap which you got from a flower shop along the way. But actually going up to the tombstone, reading his name carved into the cold stone... „I'm sorry it had to end like this.“ Closing your eyes to breathe through your emotions, you left the lilies resting against the stone and walked back to Levi and Zoe, who also came to stand next to her father. The little detail of them holding hands made you feel a little better.

A few tears pooled in your eyes when you looked over at Mikasa and Armin. Seeing just the two of them, without Eren by their side felt so strange and painful. Since you got to know them, they were always together. Always the three of them – Mikasa and Armin doing everything to protect Eren and help him, when he needed it the most. Your heart hurt for them in a way you weren't even able to express through words. It was a pain you tried to bury deep down in your heart and soul, for the past ten years. But now, it all came to the surface, threatening to suffocate you and make you break down in tears over how everything turned out.

„It's a shame we didn't get to meet,“ Zoe said suddenly shocking all four of you. Mikasa was probably the most surprised one. „Jean and Connie sometimes tell me funny stories about you.“ She was looking at the tombstone, almost as if she was talking directly to Eren.

To her, Eren wasn't a monster like the rest of the world saw him. You all spared her the horrible details that led up to his death. It was much better to do it like that. She was still too little and innocent to know the truth. Later, you'll slowly start explaining everything to her. But until then, it was much better to let her believe, that the world wasn't such an ugly place.

For a while, you all stayed quiet and just watched the white lilies. Nobody knew what to say, what or how to feel. Not even Mikasa and Armin, who surely spent a lot of time here. Zoe was the first one to break the grim atmosphere. She took her little sketchbook from Levi, sat down under the tree, and started sketching the view you had over the little town underneath the hill.

„How's it going? Do you like the view?“ you asked after a few minutes and sat down beside your daughter. Levi was talking with Mikasa and Armin, so you decided to let them be.

„Yeah, it's very nice here. I loved how the town looked, everything was so colorful. The people looked happy,“ she said excitedly, showing you her drawing proudly. It looked just like a creation of a six-year-old. „But those men from the military seemed scary.“

On your way up here, you met a group of men from the military. All they did, was patroling around the town, making sure everything was in order. However, they made you feel a bit uneasy. Their new uniforms, the way they carried a gun with them... It wasn't comparable to the times when you casually met members of the Garrison or the Military Police in the streets. Or maybe it was just because you were here as an ordinary civilian, not a member of the military like during old times.

„You don't have to fear them, darling. They're not going to hurt you.“

„Did you and dad wear uniforms like them?“

You shook your head, running your fingers along her braided hair. „Not entirely, but they were a little similar.“ Going into details wasn't necessary, so you simply smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

„I can't really imagine this whole place with those huge Walls you told me about. Didn't everything seem... uhm...“

„Suffocating? Cramped? Restricting?“ Zoe nodded, closing her sketchbook and leaving her pencil inside, to mark the page where she was drawing. „It did, but... we didn't know anything else. Not really. You see... when we as the Scouting Legion went out beyond the Walls, we had our duty. We had work to do, so we never really had time to just stop and admire how different everything seemed. How big and free the world there was.“

Zoe knew about the Titans – briefly, but she did. She knew they were the reason why you and Levi lived behind the Walls before the final war. For her, it was only natural to wonder, what a life like that must have felt like. She never had to experience such a thing. No, she was free to go wherever she wanted. Basically, there were no limits to her curiosity. No man-eating monsters, that would hunt her down if she wasn't careful enough.

„Me and your dad... we were more than grateful for what we had up here. The place where we grew up was much, much worse than living behind the Walls.“

She didn't know nearly anything about the Underground, where both you and Levi grew up. There was simply no way to explain it to her. So all she knew, was the bare minimum – about a poor city under the shiny new capital of Paradis. There wasn't anything nice to be said about that place.

While Zoe kept asking you more questions, you looked over your shoulder at Levi, Armin, and Mikasa. They were still quietly talking, not paying attention to you and Zoe. You wanted to grant them privacy, so you kept the little girl busy for as long as possible.

From time to time, you looked over at Eren's tombstone. For some reason, you kept wondering what would you say to Eren, if he was here. If the war ended differently and you had the chance to talk to him about everything that happened. Even after so many years, you wished that you could have done something more. Anything to bring him back from the darkness that took him away from his friends.

What got you away from your own memories, was when Mikasa and Armin called for Zoe. The little girl didn't hesitate, she jumped up and ran to them, excitedly asking what are they going to do. As you watched them, Levi slowly wheeled himself next to you.

With a tiny smile, you moved a bit closer and still sitting in the grass, you leaned your head against his leg. The fingers of his left hand slipped into your hair, rubbing your scalp just the way you liked it. And just the way Zoe used to like when she was a baby. Many times, when she was crying or fussing, Levi used to soothe her this way.

„Did she have many questions?“ Levi asked after a moment of silence between the two of you.

„Quite a few, yeah. I guess she couldn't really grasp the reality of our lives behind the Walls. She said it looks much prettier now, without them,“ you chuckled and looked up at Levi. Up here, where nobody was around, he seemed a bit calmer. And you did too. Being away from the prying eyes of the islanders felt liberating in the strangest way possible. „I'm not sure if coming here was the right call, but at least we did what we promised her.“

Levi nodded, still playing with your hair. „Let's hope that this one visit will be enough for her. Not that there are many places we could visit without seeing those fools in uniforms. I don't want to see them around you or Zoe, we had enough of that life. What's going on here, is not our business anymore.“

„It's not, we fought and sacrificed enough,“ you agreed, taking Levi's hand out of your hair and interlocking your fingers. To some, it may have sounded selfish. But to you, those were valid reasons. After everything that happened, you and Levi deserved to live out the rest of your lives in peace.

As the ship kept moving forward and Paradis was becoming smaller and smaller on the horizon, tears started to pool in your eyes. Leaving once again was heartbreaking. It made you feel so many different emotions all at once. While Mikasa and Armin stayed there, you, Levi, and Zoe were headed back home.

You stayed the night over at Mikasa's place and headed to the graveyard first thing in the morning. While she and Armin stayed with Zoe, you and Levi went to find the graves of your long-lost friends. Before that, you got more white lilies, because you didn't want to come empty-handed. For almost an hour, you just walked around in the company of your memories, looking for many familiar names.

„She's out cold.“ Levi smirked and kissed the top of Zoe's head, who was cuddled up in his lap. One of his arms was protectively wrapped around her, while she was resting her head against his chest. In her sleep, she was hugging the little yellow sketchbook as if it was he favorite stuffed animal. 

„Makes me wonder how she spent the night.“

„I heard her talking with Armin until early in the morning. About stars, marine life, and such nerdy things.“ With a smile, you took off your cardigan and covered your daughter with it, since the breeze was a little cold on the ship's deck. „He was telling her about how he imagined the world outside the Walls when he was her age.“

After all... maybe this trip wasn't such a horrible idea. Your daughter had a good time, she saw Mikasa and Armin, and she was finally able to see the land you and Levi fought so hard to protect. She got the chance to see where it all began. The big love story of her parents. And also all the tales and stories Jean, Connie, and the others kept telling her.

„She seemed happy,“ you said in a loving tone, stroking your daughter's hair. She looked so lovely when she was asleep. Just like her father, when he was peacefully resting in your arms during long nights.

„But I guess we didn't.“

„No, but... did you expect anything else? For us, this wasn't an exciting trip to a seemingly perfect island. It was more of a walk down the memory lane. With not-so-happy memories,“ you said, bending down to give Levi a kiss. „But in a way, we both needed this.“

„Yeah, to remember never to come here again,“ Levi scoffed.

„Why? I liked the island, it was very pretty,“ Zoe suddenly said in a sleepy voice, her eyes still half-closed. „Do you miss the way it looked in the past?“ she asked, blinking a few times and looking up at both you and Levi.

„Yes,“ Levi said. Your right hand came to rest on his shoulder, while you waited for what he was going to say to the little girl next. „I don't miss the Titans at all, but I sometimes do miss the old times, when we lived behind the Walls.“

„Why, dad?“

Stroking her hair, his lips pressed a loving kiss to Zoe's forehead, before he looked over at you. „Because I miss the people who lived there with us. Many of them are not here anymore, and seeing Paradis without the Walls just reminded me of how many years since their deaths passed.“ He said it more than perfectly, describing just what you felt as well.

„Life was hard back then, just like we've always told you when you asked about our past. But every day was a little brighter thanks to our friends and comrades,“ you said, kissing the top of Levi's head.

„But you always say they're looking after us from there,“ Zoe said and pointed at the sky, which was slowly starting to catch warm shades of yellow and orange from the setting sun. „Hange and Erwin, and Sasha, and Furlan with Isabel.“

„They are, of course, they are,“ you assured her in a loving tone and looked up at the sky with your daughter in a foolish attempt to spot your long-lost friends smiling down at your little family.

„We just sometimes wish they could be here with us in person,“ Levi added in a calm tone and also looked up, hugging Zoe a little tighter. „Look, you can see a couple of stars already.“ As he pointed to the sky to distract her, your little girl smiled excitedly and started telling him a bunch of new things about the night sky she probably heard from Armin last night.

While Levi was listening to her every word, he glanced over at you. Into your eyes, which were full of tears. Tears of happiness over the fact, that this was how your life turned out and that Levi with Zoe were your beloved family. Through all the pain you had to endure in the past, you were more than grateful, that in the end, you had everything you ever wanted and dreamed about – a happy family with the love of your life, living in a safe world.

[ilguna]

☼ utterly irresistible pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick tries to help you after the fog, and you don't take that lightly.

warnings; swearing, gore, death, death mention.

wc; 3.2k

part one

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The warmth of the arena has you stuck in a purgatory hell between being drowsy but far too hot to fall asleep comfortably.

You started off in the hut that Finnick made with Mags out of the jungle’s leaves. They weaved them to make mats, and then put the mats together. It was nice to be sheltered, partially hidden, and knowing that you were surrounded by other people that would jump at the first sign of danger to protect not only themselves, but you too.

You couldn’t sleep, though.

You kept yawning and rolling over, going back and forth between your sides. As a last resort, you tried laying flat on your back, and even on your stomach for a good period of time. The more time ticked on, it got too hot to stay inside of the hut because of the four bodies that occupied it. So, you chose to leave to hopefully get a better feeling on the outside.

It’s not much better out here. At the very least, you’re not sweating two times more than you were before. 

The lightning storm is far louder out here, though. It was more muffled through the thick mats. If the thunder wasn’t so unpredictable, you think you’d be able to fall asleep to the storm. You couldn’t, though, not with the ground shaking with every hard strike.

You’ve decided to sit with Katniss on the rock that overlooks the small clearing, with your backs to the forcefield. If there’s one thing that you learned today, it’s that it’s vital to pay attention to what's going on ahead of you. Peeta swung his machete straight into the forcefield earlier, and had to be resurrected by Finnick. 

It was the scariest minute of your life, because Peeta’s life was literally in the hands of Finnick. And if he failed, then that could cost the entire alliance, and the plan that everyone’s worked hard to come to terms with. Thankfully, he could save Peeta. You’re not the only one that noticed he wasn’t at his full self after, which means there’s a possibility that there was some damage done.

You yawn again, head rolling back as you close your eyes. If you were anywhere else, you think that you’d be able to fall asleep in this position, in this peaceful state of mind. It’s got to be the arena that’s fucking with you. You can’t think of any other reason why you can’t sleep.

You don’t feel worried about being safe, you don’t think. 

Although, it very well could be subconscious. The thought of the careers still being alive resonates in the back of your mind. Cashmere’s got to be out here somewhere, hunting around in the jungle for you with her brother, and the Two tributes. It’d be better for her to find you first, rather than the other way around. She’d have the upper hand, and be able to decide on how she wants to attack and control the situation.

It’s what you would do. It’s what you should be doing right now. You should be trying to find where they’re located and if they’re injured from the bloodbath. They’ve matured further, and they’ve had more time to train for this type of terrain. That doesn’t mean that one of the other tributes couldn’t have gotten them in a vital spot before they died.

You sit up from the rock, getting to your feet.

“What is it?” Katniss whispers.

You shake your head, “Nothing.”

IF you can’t sleep, you need to be awake and moving instead. You’re going to be exhausted later either way, pretending to rest is going to do more harm than good. It’s like a bad night’s sleep, sometimes just staying up is better all around. If you tire yourself out, the next time you go to lay down, you have a better chance at sleeping.

You play with one of the throwing stars as you walk around camp, weaving in between trees. Katniss is on alert for the first few minutes, possibly thinking you’re lying and you’ve heard something. When she realizes that you’re just patrolling, she sits back, continuing to survey the trees.

You’d tell her to sleep, but she’s not going to agree.

Whether she knows it or not, she’s in safer hands with you, than she is necessarily with Finnick. The two of you have the same ultimate goal to keep her and Peeta alive until they can rescue you out of the arena, of course. However, where as you wiped out the career pack in the matter of a couple days, he worked with them until they saw his danger.

The difference is that he gives his opponent a taste of what they’re going to be in for, and you don’t have time for playing games.

You can admit that you do admire Finnick in other areas. He’s a loyal ally and a very quick problem solver. You don’t think you’ve seen anyone on their feet ready for action faster than he can be. That’s why you agreed to be in an alliance with him. Not because you want him to flirt with you, but because you can trust him with your life.

You spend the next hour pacing the trees, keeping an eye on Katniss and the hut. The lightning storm stops abruptly, and is followed by the gentle patter of rain nearby, giving you hope that it’ll travel in this direction sometime soon. If there’s enough of it, maybe it’ll lead you to a river or a pond in the morning.

It’s not too long before you find Katniss asleep against the rock, bow and arrow in her hand. You knew it was going to be a matter of time. When there’s an experienced set of eyes watching, it’s hard not to let your guard down, even if it’s just got a little bit.

You think that it would be a perfect time to go down to the water and try to find any strays, when a cannon interrupts your train of thought.

You stop moving, waiting for more to follow. This is an odd time for someone to be dying.

The silence begins to eat away at you from the inside out, you can feel the anxiousness bubbling in your stomach. Was it the careers that came across someone? If so, did they opt for killing them in their sleep or were they not able to defend themselves because they were surrounded?

You turn your head to check on Katniss, and find that she’s wide awake and just as freaked out as you are. You can feel the goosebumps cross your arms, rain ceasing in the distance.

This isn’t right.

You follow Katniss’ line of sight, which has shifted to a milky white fog, slowly coming in your direction from where the sound of rain had been coming from. It’s a long and unbreaking line, crawling across the ground like waves on the sea. There’s a pattern amidst it. It’s hard to miss, when you’re not looking for it.

“Hey,” You bein, backing away from the fog, “Katniss—”

A sweet odor, one that you’ve smelt in a Capitol candy shop, hits you as the fog grows closer. You wince at the intense smell, a headache beginning to form.

Katniss is on her feet in an instant. “Run!” She screams. 

You jerk away from the fog a little too late. An intense burning sensation takes over the tip of your fingers first, eating all the way up until the middle of your forearm. A thousand tiny needles jabbing into your skin at the same time.

You let out a hiss, gripping your arm.

“Run!” She screams again.

Finnick appears out of the hut, hair strewn in every direction, trident in his hand, prepared for a fight. It takes him less than a second to figure out what’s going on, pulling a sleepy Mags onto his back and running in the other direction. Peeta doesn’t move as quickly, a sign that the forefield has affected him more than he’s let on. You struggle to pull him to his feet with Katniss.

You follow after Finnick, struggling to keep up with the pace that he’s setting. With Mags on his back, it’s got to be slowing him down some, but he must’ve been ready for moments like this, because he’s hardly breaking a sweat. Much less, hesitating about where to put his feet.

While he’s leading, he’s pointing out every root and low branch on the way down, anticipating that you’re not paying attention to the ground. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve run through much worse underbrush in District Eleven. It’s only a few minutes before you’ve passed him, and show no sign of slowing down.

For you, it’s always been harder going downhill instead of up. You’re prone to falling downhill while running. All it takes is one misstep, and you can be sent flying down. From there, the only thing that’s stopping you is a tree or a rock that gets in the way. If you’re going uphill, you have more of an opportunity to save yourself.

You suppose this is all common sense. You just need something to rationalize while running from death.

You stop to catch your breath, heavily panting as the stars begin to eat away at your vision from the lightheadedness. You lean on a tree for support, and find that Finnick and Mags are not too far behind you, but Katniss and Peeta are playing with fire with how close they are to the fog. Every step they take, the fog takes two times the distance.

When you glance around you, you see that the fog is closing in from all sides, except for the bottom. One small path that’ll be impossible for you all to get through unscathed.

You watch in horror as Peeta’s leg catches in a snarl of vines. The two of them get dragged to the ground, Katniss is in his face asking questions, trying to get him to cooperate. She jerks back, eyes wide.

Finnick stops nearby, looking back to see what you’re looking at. Katniss suddenly yanks at Peeta to get him to his feet, causing him to stumble. Her arms have begun to twitch at her sides, and she’s freaked out because of it.

“I’ll have to carry him.” Finnick tells you, letting Mags down. “You can take her, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You push him to get him moving. “Go.”

“Good girl.” He breathes, leaving you there to gape after him.

It takes Mags tugging at your wetsuit for you to remember to crouch down. She wraps her arms around your shoulders the same way she does with Finnick. You get to your feet with no problem, because Mags really is as light as she looks. You wheel yourself around to check on them.

Finnick has taken the burden of Peeta entirely by pulling him across his shoulders. Katniss is coming in your direction, and she’s not wasting any more time.

“To the water, (Y/n)!” Finnick huffs, you give him a sturdy nod before you begin to go back down the hill, leading the way.

You take a very specific diagonal path that’ll lead you straight to the beach if there’s no more problems. You do your best to keep from steering them straight into the fog, but its uniformity has turned sporadic in the way that it moves. The Gamemakers would like nothing more than to take a life right now, which means they’ll cheat at their own game to do it.

You go to take a step down the hill, ready for the hard impact from Mags’ extra weight, but you miss the fact that there’s a rock, which turns your ankle. You let out a cry as you slip to the ground, managing to catch Mags before she takes a hard impact. She gets off you, waiting while you inspect the damage as quickly as you can afford to. No bone sticking out of your skin means that you’ll survive.

Katniss passes you, continuing down the hill. As you’re getting to your feet, trying to put weight on the ankle, you’re met with shooting pains. You motion for Mags to get back on you, gritting your teeth. 

“What happened?” Finnick asks, stopping by you. He’s eyeing over your body, trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Go, don’t worry about me.” You tell him, “Keep going, you have more weight than I do.”

Finnick reluctantly listens, going at the same pace he did before he stopped. The pain is unbearable, tears spring into your eyes immediately. You want to drop Mags off and beg her to make it down to the beach on her own, but you know that’s not possible. You hold your breath, continuing down the slope, barely going the same speed as you were before.

The fog has caught up to you, this time wrapping its tendrils around your ankles and yanking, trying to make you fall forward. The pain works its way up to your knees, almost buckling twice. You’re reminded that if you’re feeling this pain, then there’s no telling what Mags is getting from it. And she’s not going to voice her complaints.

You push harder.

“(Y/n)?” Finnick calls.

“I’m coming!” You shout back, struggling to get your feet to cooperate.

It’s something with the fog, it’s taking over your muscles and making them move in weird bursts. It’s what happened with Katniss, and now you’re getting it in your arms and legs, too.

You refuse to die this way. The sweat is pouring off your face in waves so bad that it’s blinding you, and you alternate between eyes to see. You can feel your hair sticking to your skin, and no matter how many times you try to flick it out of your face, it never moves. With every step you take, more damage is done to your ankle.

Mags has become a deadweight on your back, leaning her entire body onto you like she’s the shell of an insect. For a moment, you’re terrified that you’ve killed her, but through the nauseating and distracting smell of the fog, a singular thought tells you that a cannon would’ve gone off if that were the case. There’s still hope.

You let out a sob through your teeth when your foot hits loose dirt, making you slide a few inches, stumbling to catch your footing.

Finnick collapses with Peeta only a matter of feet ahead of you, and he doesn’t move a muscle to get up. Katniss barrels right through them, foot getting caught on an arm, sending her sprawling in the dirt.

The fog takes one more bite at you before letting you leave. Your knees buckle, a searing pain seizing your ankle as you hit the ground. Mags falls too, but you’re not worried about her. You can’t breathe, you can’t feel your arms and legs.

You settle your head against the ground, terrified that the fog has paralyzed you, until your eyelids become too heavy to keep open, despite the pain that’s ripping you apart inside. You’re probably dying instead, and at this point, you think you welcome it.

You can hear Finnick let out a goran, and then his hand grabs onto your calf, pain spirals up into your thigh, “(Y/n)?”

Katniss croaks out a long noise, and then says: “It’s stopped.”

You don’t have the energy to look, or respond. All you can do through the haze is hope that she’s talking about the fog.

There’s silence that follows, the sound of your ragged breathing is what fills your ears. There’s a brief rustling, where you must fall asleep during, because the next thing you know, you’re being jerked upright, and the pain in your body is resurfacing. It’s blinding.

You let out a cry, eyes open as you go to beat away whatever it is that’s moving you from the bliss.

It’s Finnick, he narrowly dodges your hand, watching you intensely for any other reaction.

“Let go of me.” You try to push him off.

He’s got one arm beneath your knees, and the other wrapped around your back, clearly wanting to pick you up. Except, you know this will be worse than the fog itself. You can’t let this happen. 

His bronze hair is flat on his head, dripping water off the ends. His skin is red, like he’s rubbing it raw, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain. “I’m going to help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“The water will pull the poison from your skin. It hurts at first, but you’ll feel better after, I promise.”

You shake your head, “I can go myself.”

“You couldn’t even drag yourself to the beach, (Y/n). Even Mags managed to get there.” He begins to lift you up, carefully this time to minimize the pain.

His efforts don’t make that much of a difference. You can’t hold back the tears when they appear, holding your breath as he walks you out of the jungle and onto the beach.

“Hold on, (Y/n).” He murmurs, your head rolls to the side. 

Peeta and Mags are sitting together in the water, rubbing their skin. You’re not sure where Katniss is, maybe somewhere in the jungle?

“We’ll work through it slowly.” Finnick tells you, lowering you onto the sand, “We can’t stop once we’ve started.”

You let out a sob, struggling to get air. A second later, you sharply inhale to avoid screaming, hand grabbing Finnick’s shoulder tightly. The water has lapped over your ankles, up to your knees. The twisted ankle is bad enough, the water and the fog’s poison makes it so much worse.

“Breathe.” Finnick says.

Ink splotches steal your vision, needles turning to open flame, as if they’ve poured gasoline over your body and lit the match. You’re going to die if you continue through this, but you can’t move.

Finnick pulls you upward to sit, trying to force you to stay awake.

“Come on, (Y/n). You’re doing good, we’re almost done with your legs.” He looks up, “Katniss, will you help me?”

“Yeah.”

Katniss unbuckles the purple belt, tossing it away from the three of you. Finnick leans you forward, unzipping the back of your suit. You don’t register this at first, too focused on the weird angle your foot is sitting at. It isn’t until you can feel his hands trying to pull you out, do you realize what he’s doing.

You elbow Finnick to get him off, and when that doesn’t work, you shove him away with a stiff arm, glaring. 

“We have to take the suit off.”

“Go.” You tell him, turning away.

“(Y/n), you really—”

“Finnick, I know you’re doing this just to fuck with me.” You snap, “So I’ll have Katniss help me, and you can just go be with Mags.”

Finnick lets out a sigh, getting to his feet and throwing his hands up.

[mikeysbabygirl]

hey ! Can I request please the song blank space for Ran Haitani? Like a player/ fuck girl reader ? Btw, I love dead girls tell no tales sm 😩

SEDUCE AND DESTROY

WARNING: reader is basically a bitch (maybe a little bit psycho ? ), 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit smut, mention of depression, guns, nicknames ( love, pretty ), slight degradation, angst.

SYNOPSIS : what goes around comes around, even when your name is Ran Haitani. You only were supposed to be a new notch on his belt, until you wrapped that one around his neck. He messed with the wrong girl, or precisely, with the wrong girl's sister.

Word count : Idk.

-" Boys only want love if it's torture, don't say I didn't warn you. "

You did.

You warned her, cupping her cheeks and looking into her innocent eyes. But she didn't listened, they never fucking listen.

Although it wasn't your place to advise her. She was the eldest, she should have been the one making you open your eyes. But she always has been such a desperate romantic, and they always said you were the whore.

You noticed she has been losing sleep and weight, colors draining slowly off her face. She tried to save her pride first, indeed she ended up crying on your pillow, staining your silk sheets with her tears and mascara. You patted her head, did your best to comfort, promise you didn't even told her that you warned her about him.

Ran fucking Haitani.

You had known too many men like him to not notice, how he was spoiling her rotten, how she saw everything with rose colored glasses at first, being the mafioso's girlfriend.

God, how to not roll your eyes.

You thought she would cry it out that night, all on your pillow, then take some days and recover. But you missed. You saw your sister turning into a wreck, refusing to eat, to sleep, to even go outside until she lost her job, and you had to be there, to drag her body toward the bathroom everyday, to argue with her until she would eat, you have been the one who diagnosed her as a depressed patient and put her in the best facility of the country, being a psychiatrist but a member of her family, you couldn't be the one to treat her, unfortunately.

She always looked down on you, as well as all of your family. She was the soft caring eldest sister, the one everyone always bet on the success. And you were the spoiled youngest sister, the one that had everything by batting her eyelashes, thanks to her stunning looks.

Being beautiful didn't meant you weren't smart though, you ended up being the successful child, much to everyone's surprise, becoming a great psychiatrist, cut off your family and turned into that bitch. The one who got her own money, her undoubtedly irresistible face, and as many handsome guys as her bed could take.

You never cut ties with your sister, however. You could have, but you decided it wouldn't hurt to have her around sometimes, and that was how you learned about her and Ran Haitani.

She was just once more strike for him, but unfortunately, she was your last remaining family. You loved her, despite the contempt she had for you during your youth. She was your first ever best friend after all, as every big sister should be.

And you always had that strong sense of women's solidarity, it had you boiling with anger, much more than you had ever been with any of your breakups since you were always the one to leave.

So you did something bad. Again.

It felt so good, though. Most fun you've ever had.

Now all he thinks about is you.

The first night, the devil wore Prada.

You didn't even needed more than that Prada dress to get him paying attention to you, you always had what you wanted, he wouldn't be an exception.

He was handsome, you had to admit. And he had that something, that if you didn't paid enough attention would pull you down by the ankle deep in his lures.

But you knew better.

From the very first conversation you had with him, you knew the kind of man he was. A narcissist, you never trusted those, but they loved you, you were like a beautiful prize for them to show off.

-" shit, stop being a tease " he had grunt while you trailed kisses down his chest, reaching his lower part. Your smile grew wider, you looked up at his blindfolded eyes, then at his hands which you tied behind him on the bed. He had agreed much to your surprise to let you take the lead, it probably had something to do with the lap dance you almost made on him first.

-" tell me what you want " you had whispered in his ear, slightly biting this one at the same time, Ran's breath hitched and he buckled his hips against your clothed cunt while you straddled him.

-" be my pretty baby and ride daddy's cock like you mean it ".

You had smiled, and placed a wet hot kiss on his lips, then out of nowhere, you got up and left without another word. You had to be quick, he could undo that tie around his wrists anytime he wanted, and it didn't took him long to understand after hearing the room's door closing behind you.

You made the sprint of your life that night back to your car, you had the fun of your life running away and laughed like a ten years old while driving home, Imagining Ran's anger.

You had it right, he was mad.

You could see it on his face when he spotted you, only somedays after at one of the gala events Bonten threw, by luck.

It wasn't luck, it is Karma, Ran Haitani.

But he seemed to have fallen for the way your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat when you saw him there, he believed you were surprised to see him there.

No but seriously, what would a fucking psychiatrist be doing at a Bonten event ? Did no one beside you have more than two braincells?

You had trouble getting an invitation, but you managed to do it thanks to one of your influential patients.

You knew it was him, the minute you felt arms being wrapped around you from behind, hands resting on your lower belly, and a head nuzzling in your neck.

-" The minute I let go, you better run. Unless you want 'em to see how 'm gonna wreck this pretty pussy".

You didn't, and you never regretted it. You had to admit, he was one of the best sex partners you've ever had, you wondered if it was what kept your sister coming back for more when he treated her like shit.

-" I bet that hurt good, didn't it, love ?"

You moaned when he thrusted harder inside you, he literally pounded in you, having you sitting on that bathroom sink.

-" Looks so good with your pussy stretched 'round me like that " his hands squeezed your hips harder and his mouth sucked on your collarbone, you clenched around him tighter and it got him cursing in a strangled moan.

-" Love y'just so good, might have to keep m'baby a little longer".

He did. After cumming for two or three times that night, you gave him your number, and that's when Ran Haitani's downfall started.

Night after night, always in his house, that way you could always leave first in the morning, slipping between his arms tightening around you.

He never sees it coming, what you do next. Going on for weeks not answering the phone, letting him thinking he had enough of you, your body. Only for him to find you on his bed like a late night devil, wrapped in your best lingerie, for him to take. His bedsheets knew your skin better than anyone.

-" Sometimes I don't know if you love me or you want me dead ".

You heard him whispering, one morning, as he brushed some hair out of your pretty " sleeping" face. There must have been something off with him, Ran noticed. It was taking him too long to get bored of you, the other girls didn't felt like you, they didn't kissed like you did, they never left like you did.

-" Stay, please " he begged. You moaned, he was grinding his morning erection against your lower back, leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck. He was ashamed of himself, he never begged for someone, or anything.

But there was just this girl he met at the club, she was so smart, every co-worker of him was telling him she was too good for him, that she would understand it and leave for good, that she was the best thing he would ever have and the worst loss he would ever experience.

You were just a moment.

You lived for leaving him.

Even though you promised you would not, before he closed his eyes at night.

And he would wake up to an empty cold bed, one he would try to fill the night with one or two other woman, they looked good, they felt good, but they didn't left him, they stayed, and it was eating him alive to constantly wonder why you were the only one to always leave.

He started seriously thinking about his co-workers words. Were you too good for him ? Who did you think you were to treat him this way ? His pride took a hard punch and he promised he would have you broken by the end of this.

-" Gotta make you mine " he growled, having you for the first time on your office's couch, the same you treated narcissists like him on. You knew how it would work, and you let him think he owes you.

-" come inside your baby, Ran " you moaned his name in a way that had him rolling his eyes, leaning in your touch with your hand on his cheek, had him spilling thick white ropes inside your while you milked him oh so good, as no other girl knew how to.

-" get outta... My fuckin' head " he surrendered, body falling on yours once he was done, head between your breasts. Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it tenderly. During moments like this, he could swear you were the best thing of his life, so tamed, so gentle, and his. You made it look so easy, smiling at him like no one in his life has never did.

But the worst was yet to come.

Once he claimed you his, once he thought you finally accepted to stay as long as he wanted you to, you made all the tables turn.

It stroke harder because he has thought he would have you crying once he started bringing other women when you weren't in his bed, he knew you were smart enough to notice the slight difference of perfume in the bedsheets.

Sitting on his leather armchair, glass of Cognac in hand and a cigar in mouth to contain his smirk when you gripped his chin, leaning against him with a burning anger in your eyes.

-" you really are fucking the new trendy actress... "

You could see how proud he seemed to be, lazy smile on his so handsome face, hair pulled back and bare tattooed chest that stopped breathing when he heard your next words.

-" and didn't even thought about bringing an autograph to your baby ?"

Okay, it had been hot at first, your carelessness. But now, it really started getting on his nerves and scratching his ego. He was a sadistic man, he liked to inflict pain around him. Ran Haitani's favorite dish was his victims sorrow, yours became his number one priority, cheating as much as he could and trying to hurt your ego, still treating you nice enough to keep you next to him.

But for every lie he told you, you tell him three.

" Famous fashion designer Mitsuya Takashi spotted with new girlfriend in town ".

This title has been in the front page of celebrity magazines for days. Days where he punched harder and harder on his punching ball, killed nearly three of his men out of anger, he couldn't just get that picture out of his head, you kissing Mitsuya fucking Takashi the same way you used to kiss him.

Hitting 150 on the dash, seriously thinking of flipping the car over. He has been drinking while driving down the highway, only thinking about what to do to you.

Kicking against the door in the middle of the night like a cop, and you had the guts to give him those doe-like eyes when you opened it, batting your eyelashes in your heavenly white nightgown.

No need to say one wrong move, and his cock would be splitting you in half.

-" You should've known there's no way out of this, of me, unless I put a fucking bullet on your skull".

He had you in a split second against the wall, stretching you to no end, and though you haven't even been prepared, you welcomed him better than ever, so warm and tight around him, half-lidded eyes and a sly smile curling your pretty lips.

-" Whoring yourself to that dipshit, think he can fuck you like I do ?"

-" Oh god !" You tightened your legs around his waist, eyes rolling at the feeling and he thrusted harder inside of you, almost breaking your back against the wall.

-" Use your fucking words. You're a slut for my cock, love. This needy pussy's mine only, hm ? "

He could feel how his words made you tighten around him, he digged his fingers deeper in your thighs skin, balls heavy and guts boiling inside.

-" I fuck who I want, you should feel lucky t'be one of them " you smiled as he gripped your chin harder than ever, nothing but hatred in his eyes, clenched jaw.

-" Would'ya shut the fuck up or should we put this mouth in better use ? "

Your fucking smirk, he would rip it off.

-" needa fuck you bathed in his own blood f'ya to take it seriously?"

The jealousy, such a foreign feeling for him, one you ignited, and he hated you so much for that. He perfectly knew Mitsuya could be a better boyfriend than him, his friends wouldn't tell him you deserved better, you would never leave him alone in his bed in the morning, you would get upset if he ever cheated on you, and if he had to be honest, he wouldn't even cheat on you.

-" so cute you wanna kill for me already " you grunt and rode his dick when he wasn't moving anymore as a punishment. " Besides, I know he... Beat the shit outta you and your brother years ago, no need to wear these balls now ".

It was the first time you saw a gun in your life.

And had it in your mouth, too.

-" that's how you gonna end. Blood and cum, a bitch's fate. "

Anyone would have been afraid, crying and begging. And you ended up crying, but only because you came undone around him at the same time, throwing your head back, swollen lips around his Glock, creaming white circles on his length.

Insane. A psycho bitch.

He fell in love.

He knew it the day he threw his favorite whore out of the house because she just didn't sounded like you. He tried having her from behind, avoiding looking at her face to forget she was not you, it still wasn't enough for him to come.

Weeks where you avoided him, he didn't knew you were visiting your sister out of town, he was turning crazy. Smelling your scent in his bedsheets until he decided to burn them all, seeing your face in his dreams, he was hooked.

And everyone kept telling him you were bad for him, Rindou absolutely thought about kidnapping you, he had never saw his brother in such a state. Even though Ran played it cool, it was always about one more drink, always about a new violent outburst, Kakucho tried putting him back on his feet too, saying how toxic you were, and that the game wasn't worth the pain.

Ran often played this game, but you played the players.

A witch, his friends called you. But everytime you were around him, they can't look away. Can't have enough.

-" Just how much dirty your game got ?" Rindou had asked him once, as he was drinking at the club, still waiting despite it was late because you said you were coming, deep inside he knew you never would.

Yet he couldn't just leave. Do they think he hadn't even tried ? Do they think the infamous Ran Haitani would let himself turn so pathetic ?

-" Her every fucking lie gives me butterflies".

He had whispered, head almost falling on his brother's shoulder. Rindou sighed, he knew it would be easier to talk to him when he was drunk, since he was always claiming he had everything in control when he was sober.

Months were enough for you to tame him, thanks God you were an expert on human behavior, and knew exactly what strings to pull and when to do it.

You used his pride and ego to get to his heart, and to think everyone thought Ran Haitani's weakness was his dick...

You indeed ended up getting bored. Though he was absolutely gorgeous, and it took you longer than usual to get enough of him, but everything comes to an end with you, unfortunately.

He took it like a big guy when you told him you were done with him, smirked and moved on, got himself another plaything.

Or let everyone think he did, at least.

Because late at night, he wasn't sleeping.

Two in the morning with the rain pouring, there he was, at your front door, soaked from head to toe.

-" You're looking insane. " You remarked, his shirt stuck to his skin, his hair was falling on his amethyst eyes that by the way seemed bloodshot from whatever he took.

Blood on his shirt, rose in his hand.

You were looking at him like you didn't knew who he was.

His chest hurt too much, his heart was bleeding to be close to you, every cell of him screamed your name, dark circles under his eyes were the proof.

You love was consuming every spark of hatred he had for you, the shame of being such a wreck disappeared when your pretty face opened the door, when your sensual lips parted from surprise.

-" don't throw away a good thing ".

It didn't seemed to, but it sounded like a plea coming from him. His face remained stoic, though the rain added a dramatic touch to the scene.

He was there, heart on his hand, rose on the other, surrendering, you beat him at his own game.

Now you had him crawling back to you, almost on his knees. He was ready to give up on his flings, ready to give you the time he refused to give to the other girls, he just needed his heart back in his chest, you ripped it out and threw it at his feet, could you at least take it back ?

Because Ran Haitani had everything for him, and he was used to it. But you were the one thing he just couldn't have, as cliché as it was, preying on you endlessly made you the only thing on his mind twenty four/seven. He was only a human after all, always thinking about someone would make him fall for you inevitably.

-" you spent the change, Ran. " You made few steps toward him on the front porch, starting to get soaked yourself under the rain.

Your hand came resting delicately on his cheek, he leaned the slightest bit against your touch, you smiled sweetly at him, a smile that made his heart sink deeper in his chest.

-" It's over, baby. " You whispered, tiptoeing to reach his lips where you placed a deep, breathtaking kiss, he grunt in your mouth, like a wounded puppy.

His heart missed a beat when you pulled out, he looked at your face and he could have sworn he saw his wife, what you should have been.

Your eyes on his were the only thing that mattered, soaked face and wet eyelashes, glistening lips, not the rain, not the tingling sensation in his chest, not his hurting ego.

-" All I can give you now is a closure, only if you stop begging me to come over. "

-" Think anyone's gonna love you like me ?" A nervous laugh left his mouth, he ran a hand through his dripping hair and kicked angrily at a pebble that was on the ground.

-" hey " you pulled him back to you by his shirt, just as you always pulled his heart back everytime he tried getting away.

Your head nuzzled in his neck, and for a second, he would have liked to pretend everything was okay, that everything was perfectly fine between you two.

-" I'll never forget about you ".

This confession could have made him feel better, yet the way you said it put a knot in his throat, got him clenching his fists.

Every single lie you told him, every single kiss and smile you gave, everything built up to this moment.

When you pulled out.

Made a step back.

Though your clothes were soaked, though he could see your body through it if he wanted to, his eyes refused to leave your face for the last time.

The face that broke, not a man, but a god.

Ran Haitani.

-" For what's it's worth, Ran. " You started holding your door open. " I'll hold what we had forever in my heart".

He snorted, Ran turned his back to you, and let the rain wash away the pain on his face, his throat was so tight that he thought he wouldn't be able to talk.

-" your heart got teeth, baby. You'll chew it up. "

You lowered your head since he couldn't see you, you didn't added anything. It was cheesy, but he was right.

And if things were different...

-" If I really was the god I pretend to be, I'd turn back time and hold you closer Instead of my damn pride ".

Was it really Ran Haitani who was talking ?

Was it really regret and sorrow that you were feeling?

-" I'd treat you like fucking Mitsuya would have. Even better. Give you my fucking word, baby, I'd give my all t'ya ".

Now that was your throat that was tightening, it was too hot, not outside but inside you, and though you were soaked with rain, you never felt dirtier.

You wanted to scream at him to turn, to look at you while he was saying this, you wanted to cry, but you would never.

Never.

Not after what he did to your only family.

-" I know I lost the right to do it. And I know you played me like a damn violon. And it's pathetic but I can't help but still fucking love you with every last part of my heart you crashed. It probably sounds awful, but I'm sorry I never was the shade of him, sorry I've never been enough. "

But it's not him that I-

That is what you would have said, if the world was perfect. Your breath got caught in your throat, just as the words you would never utter.

-" Gave you every freaking part o'me. Yet it never been enough, rotten would never be good enough".

Did he just knew how rotten you yourself were ?

-" All I'm askin' you now. Love, give my damn heart a rest. "

Don't leave.

You really thought you said it, but when you saw him starting to walk away, you understood you were too good at goodbyes.

-" And know that a piece of me will always be with ya. As much as I hate it, and hate you. " A dry laugher escaped Ran's lips. " Bitch, I will never not love you ".

And it was with a pang in your heart, that you closed your front door, resting your back against it.

You figured out, you didn't wanted to hurt him. You regretted it.

You wished you didn't hurt him that much, you wished you stopped when you had enough, when you got your revenger for your sister.

But there are just some lessons we can only learn through failure and pain.

That game was a curse, the rotten one was you.

It wasn't even a game, it was a bomb.

And a bomb always hurts more than just one person, you knew it when you felt warm drops on your cheeks, you knew it when your legs gave up and you slided against the door until you were on the ground.

If things were different...

If the world didn't stained both of you this much...

He was a jerk, but in the end, he tried.

He fed you with love, yet you fed him with words.

The spoiled youngest sister held her knees against her chest and hid her head between them, not a sob would leave her mouth, she promised.

She was supposed to be the whore, whores don't cry.

But if things were different...

No one would ever know.

He would be nothing more than one more name on your hit list.

A blank space.

And you write.

Ran Haitani.

NETWORK : @downtown-roponggi @tokyo-ballroom

Note : idk how this turned out, but I love the song challenges, hope you like it reader !

There were no water mark so please if you know the artist gimme their @ for credit <3

Other requests are soon to come !

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

There's something about the way the other bandmates (not just Paul although he does it most often, but Schneider's done his fair share too) just default to grabbing Richard's hips/sides when they're walking past him that makes me feel a certain type of way ngl 🤭

Had this ask for a few days, took the time looking for evidence 😇

But indeed it seems

that the hips are pretty irresistable

when passing casually (gif by @ukulelette )

or less casually..

sometimes with a little bit of diversion before approaching the target (gif by @mrsfitzgerald )

sometimes...just going for it..

and sometimes just grabbing on to the main attraction

but when you see.. (gif by @cupcakecurl )

...i think the real question is: how do the other bandmates resist it... ❤️

[leonwifey]

"𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 " — you can never get used to the mornings when he leaves.

˚୨୧ genre — fluff, domestic au

˚୨୧ word count — 1,052

˚୨୧ note — here lies my comeback drabble!! it's a little angsty? i don't know, i listen to carly rae jepsen's album otw to work every day + with the thought of RE4R leon in mind... i just had to write this.. enjoy! as always, requests are open as well :]

Even in your most delicate and peaceful dreams, the sound of sheets rustling wakes you. Blindly swatting your hand across the king sized bed, your heart nearly falters at the feeling of emptiness. Leon’s side of the bed still radiates his familiar warmth and relief washes over you when the sound of his deep chuckle echoes from across the room. 

“Ugh, is it already time?” You grumble, rising slowly whilst attempting to rub the sleep off your eyes. 

Shifting your position so you rest against the headboard, a pang in your legs causes you to moan slightly with discomfort. Although aching terribly from the number your husband had done on you just mere hours ago, you let out a small giggle at the reminder as you rest your head back. 

The sight before you isn’t an uncommon one. With his bare broad back turned to you, you peacefully watch him get dressed with the same adoration you’ve kept with you for many many years. Behind you the sun rises shyly, seeping liquid gold between your bedroom curtains. A gold streak lines itself down Leon’s well built back, putting a spotlight on some of the scars he’d collected from past missions. When it comes to him, you can’t help but have worry root itself deep in your stomach sometimes.

Feeling your quiet gaze along with the power of intuition as a husband, the blonde agent turns to you with a smirk before pulling on his shirt. Heavenly blue and deep, his eyes meet yours.

“You’re staring, Sweetheart…” 

“Mhm, I’m just enjoying the view.” You quip sleepily.

As you watch your god of a husband make his way back towards the bed, a small smile is unable to keep itself off your lips. The warmth of the golden sun covers him in full and you finally see his handsome face, one you’ve fallen in love with over and over and over again. Leon sits on the edge of the bed beside you and he leans over to tuck your hair behind your ear. A small, yet endearing gesture that immediately makes you melt at his touch. 

Cupping the frame of your face with his large hand, his calloused thumb glides itself across the soft valley of your cheeks and down to brush your plush lips. 

“Gonna miss this face.” He admits, dropping his hand and turning his head to return to the task of getting ready. 

Already missing his face, your arms instantly drape themselves over his wide shoulders with your chin hooking itself near his neck. While your husband fixes on his watch to his wrist, you take the opportunity to pepper kisses along his jaw. The agent lets out a soft grunt as you dutifully continue your ministrations, letting the last kiss go with a pop. “Just don’t miss me too much, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“Oh, Mrs. Kennedy,” Leon coos, craning his head to tickle his nose against yours. “We both know I couldn’t do such a thing.”

With the way his azure eyes delve into yours, you can’t help but chase after those irresistible lips of his. The overfamiliar situation makes you bite your trembling lip. Once again do you rise during the early mornings of the day to watch your husband leave your embrace. There are times when you fear he won’t ever return and there are times when you can barely move another inch in the large bed that is always filled by two. This time, you feel as though everything consumes you all at once.

“What if I miss you more?” You whisper, the sound of uncertainty filling the silent bedroom.

“Not possible,” Leon shakes his head with a small smile. “Come here.” 

In an instant flurry, his large hands grab at your waist and he places you right on his lap. The sudden action causes you to wince as you start to feel the soreness in your legs creep up once more. To this, he smirks and you’re too late to hide your reaction. “Sore, huh?”

“Shut up.” You squirm, failing at an attempt to escape from his hold. Despite the fact that the two of you have been married and are still desperately in love for many moons, the man continues to keep his ability to fluster you without fail. “This is your fault.”

“But you love me.” The hands that hold you give you a small squeeze.

You nod solemnly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That I certainly do.”

Leon’s phone vibrates on the bedside table, breaking the trance the two of you share. The sound serves as a reminder that causes your heart to deflate and you make a small effort to cover the frown. When you turn back to look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and you can already read what’s on his mind. 

You’re thinking the same thing, too. Something told you he’d be gone a little longer this time. Spain was way too far for your comfort and peace of mind.

“Looks like that’s my cue...” He exhales in defeat. 

Following him to the door, you quickly grab his new jacket from the closet. It was expensive, a brown jacket with fine leather and fur to accompany it. You had given it to him as a gift, a little something to celebrate him. “Don’t forget your jacket. And don’t lose it.” You warn your husband playfully, enough to lighten the mood.

He accepts the jacket from you and puts it on obediently. As you open the front door, the autumn breeze bites at your skin and you silently hope that Leon will be fine. across the street, a sleek black car and suited men are posted outside your house patiently waiting for a certain agent.

“Of course, I love you.” Leon says, leaning in to seal his declaration with a short, passionate kiss to your lips.

“Be safe and you better come home to me quickly.”

“You know I always do.” He pulls you in to plant one last kiss to your temple before stepping out of the house. “I’ll come home soon.”

“Okay. I love you, too.” 

With your last parting words, you watch gingerly from the lonely door, your husband leaving you once more. It is when the car leaves your sight do your tears begin to fall.

[zoeykallus]

This is a little vague but any hc’s for the bad batch boys (maybe minus Crosshair but if you can make that work more power to you) who are attracted to someone else who works for Cid? Maybe her bartender or something?

Hmm, more power to me, sounds great 😆

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Bartender And The Clone

Fluff/Flirt/Comfort

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Situation: You recently started working at Cid's bar. Of course, you've noticed the group of mercenaries who travel with a little girl and not infrequently do jobs for Cid. There is something different about these guys, something special. One of them is paying attention to you more and more often.

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Hunter

He sits alone at the bar every now and then. The first few times he doesn't talk much. Other than 'hello,' 'how are you,' and 'good night,' he doesn't really say anything. Hunter is not necessarily very shy, but cautious and curious. He takes time to observe you, to see how you behave in general.

He finds you very pleasant, likes the way you talk, the way you move. Hunter likes the little smile on your lips when you serve him a drink, the little gleam in your eye when your glances meet. He's drawn to you. When he enters the bar, his first look is always behind the counter to see if you are there. He's got that irresistible, shy and yet cheeky little smile when you look at each other.

In a way, you sense or suspect that he is interested in you, Hunter is unobtrusive and cautious, but not necessarily inconspicuous. Little by little, you start to talk and he begins to open up to you. You talk about his brothers, his work, and his concerns about Omega's education and development. He begins to trust you and to feel comfortable with you.

His heart beats faster every time he enters the bar at the thought of seeing you again. He is incredibly disappointed every time he comes into the bar, and you are not on duty. He realizes relatively quickly that he has fallen in love, but until he comes out with it or asks you for a date, several months pass.

Echo

Similar to Hunter, the first steps consist more of observation and cautious approach. But as soon as Echo has initiated the first conversation at the bar, it happens more and more often, and you can clearly see how he thaws out.

Echo is clever and has a dry sense of humor, with which he always elicits a little laugh or grin from you. He enjoys it, he loves to elicit positive reactions from you, he is really addicted to it. Echo is just the right mix of politeness and directness, unobtrusive yet very present, it is hard not to give him full attention.

As time goes by, it's natural for him to seek you out in the bar and engage you in conversation. You enjoy the attention, he is always respectful, pleasant and by now he flirts a little and you flirt back.

Echo has a tingle in his stomach every time he enters the bar, and his heart beats faster. When he comes to the bar, he always has this adorable, sweet smile on his lips, a mixture of obvious joy and yet also a little shyness.

If he feels the vibes between you are good, he may well ask you out.

"Could you imagine meeting with me outside the bar sometime? Just the two of us?"

Wrecker

He is adorably lively. Wrecker is more direct than his brothers, although still a little shy, but he deals with it more openly and directly, he faces his insecurity and the initial reluctance is over quite quickly. After the first surprise about how he perceives you, how intense and different, he seeks your closeness more and more often.

He engaged you in conversation from the beginning, asked you questions. He is curious, wants to know who you are and what moves you. Quite often, when the bar is not too busy, you play card games or something like that while you talk. Cid doesn't like it too much, but as long as you don't neglect your work, she lets you get away with it.

Wrecker is cheerful and lively, curious and lovable. You may have taken him for a crude roughneck at first glance, but you're getting to know a man with a gentle soul. A strong giant with a good heart. You don't doubt that he can be rough when he needs to be, but Wrecker is a very pleasant, considerate person.

The way he talks about his brothers and Omega shows how much he cares for all of them, how important each one is to him.

One night he candidly asks you, "Hey sweetheart! Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, really, I mean, dinner or a movie or something."

Tech

The first step is the most difficult. He doesn't really know how to deal with the fact that he feels attracted to you. Since he's always sitting at the bar anyway, he doesn't need an excuse to be close to you. But it takes him a long time to really talk to you, except to place his order.

Most of the time he's brooding over his datapad, but you soon notice that his gaze keeps sneaking over the edge of the little device in his hands, in your direction. When he notices your look, though, he's staring at the datapad again.

Tech knows so many things, there are so many topics he could discuss with you, but he doesn't know how to start. He is annoyed with himself that it takes him so much effort to resist the look in your beautiful eyes, to not blush under your adorable smile.

You ask him one evening what he's researching on his datapad and he looks up startled, his eyes huge behind the lenses of his goggles. Then a small, absolutely adorable smile creeps onto his features, and he begins to tell you about his project to improve his ship's hyperdrive.

He may have taken some time to thaw out, but from that moment on, he engages you more and more often in very long, detailed conversations. You can't always keep up with his mind, but Tech gradually learns what makes you tick and adapts to you a bit. He likes to answer all your questions and explain everything you want to know, he really gets into it.

One evening, he takes heart and asks you with slightly flushed cheeks, "I was wondering if you might be interested in deepening our acquaintance? Maybe I could ask you out on a date?"

Crosshair

Well, actually Crosshair doesn't know Cid and has never been there with the guys from the batch, but let's assume that's the case.

When you catch his eye for the first time, he starts to watch you from a distance, not quite sure what to make of the interest in you that's growing in him. The rather closed sniper stands or sits in another corner of the bar and watches you from a distance, at first. We all know how intense his gaze can be, so in the early days, it comes across as pretty creepy. The lean tall guy with the somber look, the tattoo around his eye, looking at you chewing toothpicks. Not exactly confidence inspiring.

When he finally approaches the bar one day, you're understandably nervous. But you're a professional, you're polite and decent, as always. He orders a drink, sits down, and now watches you up close. His gaze is no longer so incredibly serious and penetrating, there is a certain curious gentleness in it that surprises you at first and makes you curious as well.

It is you who engage him in conversation. His answers are friendly but short, it takes a while for it to become a real conversation. His smile is wry and adorable, his humor is very dry.

Crosshair tips well, unusually well, and you don't really know what to make of it. He doesn't mean anything by it, except to do you some good, he always sees how thankless your job is and this is his silent way of saying that you do it very well.

From a certain point on you also flirt, increasing each time he visits the bar until even the potted plants in the room have understood that you two are into each other. One night as you put his drink down, his hand is suddenly gently but firmly over yours, so you don't turn away right away.

"Hey Kitten, how about you and I meet outside this bar sometime?"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[ebonyslasher]

Feudal men with a Plus size s/o

Koga

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"I'll stuff your cute tummy up with my sperm and we'll have lots of pups!"

Hunts and brings back a lot of game for you, mostly as a courting measure. Koga wants to show that he has the strength and resources to take care of you

"Well, I can't say your crew isn't taking care of you...but I can do a much better job than the mutt"

Koga will roughly squeeze and rub your body when cuddling (or doing other activities)

Also will make different body parts jiggle just to watch

It's a requirement for him to sleep on you...you're too soft

Likes picking you up to feel your full weight in his buff arms

Koga would want you to wear your pelts in a suggestive manner around him. For obvious reasons~

Inuyasha

Inuyasha thinks you are very attractive ~

But...

If y'all are fighting or he's frustrated he will make backhanded comments about your weight. He is pretty....toxic sometimes. As we all know.

Cursing him out or giving him a death stare usually straightens him out.

Or threatening, "Well I guess I won't wear my skirts anymore then."

"Wait y/n, I ain't mean it like that....." and there goes his ears falling against his head.

He will childishly pick you up to show off his strength, calling you lightweight.

You roll your eyes at it but you do love being picked up by a strong man like him...mmmmhmmmm

Inuyasha is a bit of a tsun, so he'll pretend like he isn't interested in you

But, you have caught him staring many times...

...And his eyes always glaze over during your intimate moments

His hands always find themselves holding you after a close call

No matter what, he's the first one to shout your name when shit is going down lol

Miroku

The first time he sees you, he starts praying.

"Kami, you have sent me the highest blessing for which I am undeserving."

Because Kamiiiiiiiiiiii, LAWD, whoever the hell else is up or down there... listen....

"Will a woman with such a perfect body as yours bear my children?"

Uhm, sir I just met you....

He's head over heels, ready to marry you if you say the word.

Miroku, the perv, won't be able to keep his hands off you.

When you two are alone, he gets pretty vulgar with his flirting

"Allow me to bury myself so deep within you, that you find your ultimate treasure."

Although he flirts with every woman he comes across, his eyes always shine for you

If you're sore or hurting, he will volunteer to massage you. And will actually keep it PG...with a little 13 on the side

You don't mind cause his massages are soooo thorough, you'll be floating in heaven the whole time

Makes the effort to be romantic with you. Only you. You're special to this pervy monk

Sesshoumaru

He'll assume that you come from a rich family that can afford excess food.

Of course, he would look at things from a logical standpoint. But that's only to distract himself from ogling.

He's already planning outfits to order from his highly selected tailors.

By the time he's courting you, he already has the colors and accessories- down to the flowers he wants in your hair.

He's very playful and teasing with you when you're together. Sometimes it's annoying but it's never offensive.

"This one does not need to indulge in luxury to feel like a high demon. However, you are irresistible..."

Caressing you happens every night in bed

The Great Lord will allow you to lay on top of him...he likes the softness and the weight on top

Sesshoumaru blesses your body with hickeys and love bites. Your face gets hot whenever your friends point them out.