#document reader

[asoguy]

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[eremikayearner]

the staring game ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you and your boyfriend rin have an interesting way to settle your disputes.

ׂ╰┈➤ a lil suggestive, rin being too beautiful and adorable

⋆˙.𖥔 ݁ ˖⭑.ᐟ rin truly was the love of your life. there was no questioning that. he was so soft, quiet, yielding, protective and vulnerable — the perfect shoujo boyfriend ever.

he was attentive to your needs, deeply caring through his touches, his words and his actions, and he was so incredibly loyal. he was made for you.

now with that said, this didn’t mean you didn’t occasionally get into the typical couple arguments. it was bratty and childish disputes that left you with huffed breaths and rolling your eyes. but honestly, if it really came down to it? there was one, and only one, way you and rin had agreed to solve disputes.

a staring contest.

you’d both decided on these rules. simple rules really. no touching, no teasing, no speaking. just staring at each other. full eye contact. the outcome of this? whoever looked away first lost and had to agree with the winner.

so here you were with rin at the dinner table, both of you across from each other and looking down at your laps to prepare yourselves.

was this a childish form of solving disputes? to some people, yes, this was completely childish. regular couples would sit down and talk out these little bratty squabbles, but you and rin were much too stubborn for that. so yes, you could say it was childish. however, was it effective? absolutely yes.

from where rin’s head hung across the table looking down at his lap with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, he asked, “ready?”

you schooled your features in determination. you refused to have dinner and bring isagi and bachira with the two of you! you couldn’t even believe this was the dispute, honestly. it wasn’t that you didn’t like isagi and bachira, you loved them! they were incredible friends to rin, even with all their rivalry and teasing throughout blue lock, they’d stuck with rin for so long and been there for him when you couldn’t be. that was a reason enough to love them. however, was it so wrong for a girl to want to do date night alone with her boyfriend? sure, rin had promised to watch the ubers vs manshine city club match with them, but he also promised you he’d take you out for dinner! you know, there’d been a time where rin hadn’t liked bachira and isagi at all! and now he was that one accommodating his schedule for them. unbelievable.

you let out a breath. “set.”

your voices merged as one, your heads lifting simultaneously — teal eyes meeting yours. “go.”

you’d think these staring contests would be easy by now, having been with rin for so long. you’d think you’d get used to his beauty and those pretty eyes after so long. ha! that’s laughable! because even now, here you were looking into those same devastating eyes that had captured you in the first place.

rin was stunning, from head to toe. his face was incredibly beautiful — defined and sharp features, soft pink lips you’d kissed hundreds upon hundreds of times, his pretty and annoyingly perfect nose, and those eyes. those heaven sent deadly beautiful eyes.

just the colour of them, a gorgeous shade of teal, was pretty in itself. teal with a stunning ring of turquoise around his pupil and flecks of jade within them. you’d memorized these pretty eyes of his by now with all your staring contests. you’d memorized the flutter of his long dark lashes between every blink — a brush that just touched his skin (sheerly from how long they were). but rin’s gaze was above all, was intense.

his eyes were almost demanding, in the way they captured yours. magnetic in the way they sucked you in and held you in place, exactly where he wanted you.

just as he was doing now.

that bastard.

you couldn’t really tell how many seconds or minutes had passed, to you it felt like a second and a century all at once. honestly, with the way he was looking at you now? shit, you didn’t know if you could last much longer.

and it looked like he was aware of this.

oh fuck you, rin.

he looked so calm and collected, his eyes narrowed just slightly, locking you in your place (whether you liked it or not). he had his arms folded over his chest, rather nonchalantly even. but you knew him better than the naked eye. you could just tell he was fighting his victory smile.

your heart raced in your chest as he looked at you, and you fought so hard to keep looking at him. but he was dangerous like this. he unravelled you and ravished you with those eyes of his, and your poor body, heart and mind were entirely subject to it.

your eyebrows drew together in concentration as you pressed your thighs together and clutched the fabric of your clothes — an effort to tether your will to your actions.

then he did something. he tilted his head just slightly, his dark silky hair you’d tugged and ran your fingers through so many times following his movements so perfectly — keeping those deep teal eyes on yours.

your heart caught in your throat, desperately trying to school your features as your body tensed — sensing your demise.

then he smiled. it was so soft, so cute, so sweet, so proud and so rin. and there it was ; that eruption of butterflies in your lower abdomen that completely set you off-kilter.

you lowered your head quickly, letting out a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in for so long. your fingers fisted in the fabric of your clothes as your body relaxed, your mind racing as your heart fluttered in your chest.

it didn’t matter how long you’d been with him. he could always turn you into a flustered and blushing mess no matter what.

rin’s fingers playfully lifted your chin up, a feather-light touch, a brush of skin, a brief meeting of those tantalizing eyes and that devastating smile.

“dinner’s on me.” his voice was a low melody, coaxing out of your loss and into the excitement of his victory. for a moment, with this dazzling smile of his you completely forgot why you’d ever deny him in the first place.

he lifted up from the table, walking towards the kitchen island where he’d left his keys, swinging the ring around his finger with his adorably annoying victory face.

he walked past you to slip his shoes on, waiting for you to fully accept your defeat and follow after him. he looked to you with that bright and soft look in his eyes, gratitude and love. “don’t worry. i’ll make it up to you tonight. promise.”

from where you’d propped your elbow up on the table to rest your face in your hands, you replied sarcastically, “will bachira and isagi be there too?”

“i’d prefer if that’s only for me to see, hear, taste and feel.” he replied, straightening his clothes so nonchalantly, as if he couldn’t see the way you’d perked up and the way your face flushed at his implications.

maybe it was in the moment of his victory, but he looked up at you, his eyes bright with a teasing and playful glint — the most uncharacteristically impish smile on his face. “unless?”

your eyes widened, your lips parting in shock that rin would even joke about such a thing! “rin, you pervert!”

his laughter was so sweet, so light and so pretty, it went straight to your head. your laughter melted and merged with his as you playfully bickered, his hands going to your calves and helping you slip on your shoes, his lips pressing to yours so deliciously — giggles still caught on your breaths.

honestly. maybe he was spending too much time with bachira and isagi.

[starleska]

Hold on now wait a second—

That romantic bit you put at the end of your answer just made my heart do a backflip—

Anyways—

*Discreetly writes down the romantic part of your answer into a completely different fanfic document*

—Fluster Anon 💘

ohoho, can you imagine Mr. Ring-A-Ding feeling the same way about you? but of course, with his cartoon physics you're going to get the full experience: heart beating right out of his chest, floating off the ground with the most lovey-dovey look in his eyes...!!! i'm still not over how his antennae can make a heart shape, and how he seems to adore romance 😭💖💖

[ilynpilled]

jaime canonical kinks compiled by an expert researcher (me):

- incest (bffr)

- impact play (90% of his chapters)

- blood (sept period sex, “red flower blossomed, and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood”)

- body hair (link)

- voyeurism (osmund cuck nightmare fantasy, the baths, bracken and hildy)

- bdsm (link)

- pegging (link)

- cuckoldry (osmund cuck nightmare fantasy, what he did to robert for years, he is a white man)

- praise (obvious. but if u need exact proof pia scene in asos)

[starmocha]

and this year i promise [Rafayel/Reader ★ 1220 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Impromptu Christmas shopping with Rafayel. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) Day 04 — you shine like the stars, you light up my heart (Xavier/Reader) Day 05 — ‘tis the damn season and deck them goddamned halls (Sylus/Reader) Day 06 — you're the only one, my love (Zayne/Reader) A/N: Merry Christmas~ Kind of disappointed I ended having to miss a few days of writing and that threw off the whole schedule. :’) But I hope everyone still enjoyed this series. The remaining stories will go up gradually. I still intend to finish at twelve stories in this series. Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”

“You sound mad.”

“I’m not.”

“Someone’s lying.”

“Rafayel—mmph!”

You glared at Rafayel when he grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks tightly.

“Quit it!” you protested as you gripped his arm, gasping when he finally released you. You shot a quick glare in his direction, but he shrugged it off.

“I’m not mad,” you repeated firmly before adding quietly, “Just…disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” Rafayel questioned with a confused furrow of his brows. “About what? The Christmas tree?”

“I was hoping…”

“Hoping what?”

“To decorate it together,” you finished meekly, “I didn’t think you were going to hire professionals to do the job…”

“I mean, only because the tree is so tall and…”

“Aren’t you always sitting on that ladder?”

Rafayel discreetly glanced at the ladder he used when he painted. “That’s…different,” he answered vaguely. Noticing you still seemed upset, Rafayel leaned down, forcing your eyes to meet. He smiled. “Is this really that important to you?”

You tried to look away, but Rafayel refused to give you a chance. His finger lifted your chin higher. You nodded reluctantly, a little embarrassed, “Just…a bit.”

“A bit, huh,” he murmured thoughtfully, and then he beamed, exclaiming, “Okay! That settles it!”

Before you could question what Rafayel meant, his hand was already wrapped around your wrist, and soon, he had you sitting in his car, and the two of you were already speeding away to the shopping district in Linkon City.

“Wait, isn’t this too much, Rafayel?” You gasped as he tossed a giant peppermint-shaped throw pillow into the shopping cart. You frowned when a matching candy cane-shaped pillow followed. “This doesn’t seem like your style…”

“You’re right, cutie, it’s going over to your place.”

You gaped at him, and then glared. “Why are you trying to clutter my place with these items?”

You grabbed some of the random Christmas-themed items from the cart to put back on the shelf, but when you turned back around, Rafayel was already tossing new items in, negating your progress. You whined helplessly at him, “Rafayel!”

“What?” he asked, confused, as he leaned against a four-foot wooden nutcracker soldier.

“Don’t you dare put that thing in the cart!”

He glanced at the nutcracker again, and nodded. “You’re right,” he said solemnly, “We should have a sales clerk keep this on hold for us at checkout—”

You quickly pushed the shopping cart away, forcing Rafayel to chase after you.

“Okay, okay!” he rushed past you and then gripped the opposite end of the shopping cart to stop you. He sighed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “What do you want then?”

He looked up, appearing embarrassed. You quickly forgotten your earlier exasperation with him, realizing he was doing his best to cheer you up. You smiled. “We don’t have to decorate…it’s not a big deal…”

He walked around, and suddenly you found Rafayel had trapped you between him and the shopping cart. His larger hands rested on the cart handle next to yours, his presence looming behind you as he looked down.

“What if I say it’s a big deal to me now?” he asked with a smile. He pretended to pout at you, asking with a pitiful whine in his voice, “You’re not going to deny me this Christmas joy, are you, Miss Bodyguard? Even you wouldn’t be that cruel to this poor, fragile fishie, right?”

You stifled your giggles and shook your head. You turned around and leaned up to kiss his cheek, delighting in the growing blush on his face and the red in his ears. “It’s still important to me…spending time with you, at least.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet, cutie…” he said, his eyes softening. Suddenly, it looked like something caught Rafayel’s interest, his eyes sparkling brightly like a kid in a candy store. “Hold on…”

Confused, you remained in your spot as Rafayel dashed down an aisle. A moment later, he returned with a small Christmas tree, about the same height as his torso. “Ta-dah!”

You smiled. “How cute.”

“We can decorate this tree together,” he said, “And I know the perfect spot.”

You nodded excitedly, watching as Rafayel placed the small tree into the shopping cart. He gripped the cart basket, leading you down an aisle with miniature ornaments and Christmas lights. For the rest of the afternoon, you happily let him led the way, watching as the cart filled up with Christmas decorations and treats until it was nearly overflowing with an assortment of goodies.

To your surprise, when you returned back to the studio, Rafayel pulled the Christmas tree out of the shopping bag immediately, placing it on the coffee table next to Reddie’s fish bowl.

You knelt down next to him as he adjusted the tree, frowning and contemplating as he appeared to be searching for the perfect angle. Smiling in satisfactory, Rafayel stopped and looked down at you expectantly.

“Why are we putting the tree here?” you asked.

His eyes glanced over at Reddie, who swam closer to the glass, appearing curious by the sudden sight of the Christmas tree next to his fish bowl. Rafayel chuckled. “I thought our Reddie would appreciate celebrating the holiday with us as well.”

You smiled at his explanation, turning your sight to the red fish swimming happily side-to-side. “You’re right,” you agreed, “Our Reddie should be a part of this.”

You sat down on the floor, your head resting against Rafayel’s shoulder as he strung up the fairy lights around the tree. The sun slowly set, the studio darkening, but Rafayel called out, “Let there be light…”

In that instance, the miniature Christmas tree lit up brightly, the fairy lights glowing warmly in the dark living room. Your eyes shined as it took in the wonderous sight. “How cute,” you murmured.

“Yeah,” Rafayel agreed, his eyes resting solely on you, “Very cute…”

The time passed, ornament after ornament quickly found their rightful place on the little tree. You smiled across the table, touched by Rafayel’s thoughtfulness and determination to make you feel better. Pondering now, you did feel a little silly about your earlier mood swing, but happy to know that Rafayel didn’t dismiss your feelings, and instead made it his mission to make you smile again.

Once the last decoration went on the tree, you crawled back over to Rafayel’s side. Instantly, he had you settled in his lap, your head resting against his chest as you both admired the bright tree on the table.

“Next year, I won’t hire professionals,” Rafayel said, promising, “I’ll wait for you.”

You shook your head and leaned up to kiss him. “It wasn’t about the tree,” you explained, looking a bit embarrassed, “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

Rafayel’s cheeks appeared rosier, his smile tender. “Then the feeling is mutual,” he answered, taking your lips for himself, long and slow, just as the larger Christmas tree by the windows also lit up, casting the whole room in a bright warmth.

“I promise,” he whispered, his forehead against yours, “we’ll make many more memories together in the future. Christmas, New Year’s, a random Wednesday, all of our memories will be golden.”

“They already are,” you answered back, kissing him again, both of you unaware of Reddie swimming away to hide.

[yunieful]

distant touch

self-loathing!reader finally makes a reappearance. may become known as nonhuman!reader or something. i'm working on it.

tags: autistic reader, self-loathing, mentions of death (no one dies it's just the concept), you sure aren't really human, sylus is featured this time yay, i'm so sorry but your backstory will get worse, there's some foreshadowing here already, mc/reader if u squint, named mc, you are once again confused how friendship works, that trope where no one can touch you because blank, your evol matches a certain LI, idk if it means anything yet, idk if anything means anything tbh word count: 4.5k

a/n: it sure is a fucking mess and wasn't beta read but you better like it- /s

Everyone finding you wrong leads to one thing kids are truly well-known for.

Bullying.

Sometimes you cried, even screamed in their faces once that you didn’t deserve the treatment. That never stopped it completely, but you spooked them that day. It’s one of the few moments you’re proud of in your dark life.

Anything considered different is usually wrong, and that includes things like any other race or species that isn’t human.

You’re not too sure what you are, but you’ve known since you were young to hide and pretend you’re human.

The ones that bullied you certainly tested your patience. You were tempted to reveal your true form, to make them finally back off and hide in terror. However, you certainly didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention. Maybe someone would take you away and experiment on you.

Just the thought of that makes you sneer in disgust.

You only wanted to be left alone.

Until now, apparently.

Shut. Up!

But out of so many reasons for it not being a good idea, there is one that will always remind you why this must be your life. To hate, to be feared, to be hated, to be alone.

Sometimes civilians would give hunters things as thanks for saving them. Said hunters encouraged citizens to not do that. It’s not like they’re the actual law of this world, but it’s just a sense of professionalism to not accept extravagant gifts in case it’s really just some bribe or something.

Yet nothing can be said when it comes to flowers.

Your blood thins and ices over as you stop some ways from your desk.

There, in its loud, petaled beauty, is a bouquet of flowers.

“What the fuck,” you whisper harshly. Your steps are fast and quick, eyes darting back and forth in suspicion before fumbling for the card next to said bouquet.

Turns out it had been a thank you from someone you and Melody had saved the other day. You both just happened to be grocery shopping when Wanderers attacked. No big deal.

Except, these flowers mean more than anyone could know.

Your gloved hands tremble when inching towards some daisies that are part of the arrangement.

“Aw, how sweet. Who are those from?”

Immediately, you bring your hand back, and you look to find Tara. Someone who has never bothered interacting with you until Melody started to.

The smile on her face is so bright, almost too bright. You have to look away and focus hard on something else.

“Oh, just some civilian Melody and I saved a couple of days ago.”

You don’t continue talking, and thankfully Tara takes it as the signal to leave. You just can’t be bothered sometimes to tell people something to end the conversation and claim it’s done on your end. You’d rather they figure it out and leave on their own.

Once no one is looking, you dare to reach forward again, a trembling finger inching closer and closer.

When it touches the daisy, the petals curl and darken, with the stem curving down.

Your teeth clench together behind a closed mouth. The hand belonging to the finger reaching out to the daisy curls tightly, shaking.

You grab the bouquet and dump it in the trash, along with the hopes you dare contain almost every time you do something like this.

They always wilt. They always die.

It’s the same tale for every living thing that touches you, clothed or not.

Death reaches them all.

And death has been your only companion for all these years.

And, soon, it will continue to be your only companion.

It’s only a matter of time.

Whatever god (or gods) were looking down at you, somehow—among the misery—they gave you the slightest bit of protection through your Evol.

If this could be considered your Evol…if this could be even considered “protection.”

Black and purple energy formed as thorns rose, bringing someone unimaginable pain. Enough to have someone back off and look at you as if you’re the one that did that to them.

You can’t always control them, from what you’ve discovered. They act of their own accord. Perhaps out of instinct. Whether it’s someone trying to harm you and you don’t have time to use your weapons against them, or they touch you when you don’t expect it or want it or even trying to save their life. They don’t always work—considering some people have just died still—but they keep you untouchable for the most part.

Growing up, your parents refused to let anyone know except teachers and principals. It’d be up to you at university on whether to tell your professors or not. The reasoning had been you’d have a panic attack if anyone touched you or got too close without your permission.

But you and your parents knew better.

Foster parents, specifically, but they were the only two people throughout your life that you didn’t hate (after a time). They adopted you eventually despite knowing the risks, and that’s all you needed to know that, for once, somewhere—you were wanted.

Everywhere else does not have that luxury. The opposite, really.

Always best to assume every place is not welcoming and never to get comfortable.

Not to mention every person would immediately be scared of you and not want to risk their lives.

Melody and Xavier have not found out so far, but it’s inevitable.

Which is why wanting to be in their company is so fucking stupid.

They always leave when they find out. Always.

You’re more trouble than you’re worth. There is absolutely nothing interesting about you to keep people around. You have no special qualities. There is nothing notable. Nothing that makes people go “I want that one to be my friend!” Add this entirely fucked up thing about you that you’d rather keep hidden than noted at any point eventually?

The only company you keep are darkness and shadows, besides death. And even then, they can only provide so much.

It’s always made you wonder if you were destined to be alone.

The N109 Zone is familiar with people like you.

They’re known to have no laws, filled with strife and conflict. Death follows somewhere in some corner. Envy follows another, with how much people want Protocores and the deals they can make with them. Everyone killing and hurting each other just for some fucking rock, when you think about it.

And yet, Melody wanted to come here all for one particular Protocore that people would drool at the mouth for. Just become completely and utterly feral, clawing over each other to the top.

Aether cores.

Well, at least she has you, for however long that will last.

Sometimes the N109 Zone is a safe haven for those not human. At least, for your kind anyway. As far as you know, the people rarely bother you, and they certainly never ask questions. The rumors of your kind granting death with just one look makes it scary enough.

Again, people will always be afraid of what’s different, wrong, not normal.

Usually you appear there out of your human disguise, to keep your hunter identity a secret. However, Melody had no idea why you were so familiar with the N109 Zone.

She didn’t know about your other job. (But is it really a job if a lot of times you don’t accept pay except from maybe one or two clients? And even then they force you to take the damn money?)

But she will have to know, because this is the price you pay for the familiarity of the word Onychinus.

They’re not just some dangerous organization that hunters need to be wary of.

“Huh, so this is what our little Zero is up to in their free time.”

He’s lucky to be able to say that while Melody is passed out from—whatever just happened.

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at familiar, bright red orbs.

“Long time no see, Sylus.”

Zero.

Technically the number before one, but not everyone learns about it as a kid.

It’s nothing. Practically in the shape of an endless void, a blackhole leading to oblivion.

It felt like the perfect alias for the work you do around here.

“Interesting that she wasn’t dead.”

You scoff, human skin left behind for the creature you are, but you still purposely stick to any shadows you can find within the confines of this massive mansion.

“I don’t kill everyone I meet.” You cross your arms, leaning against the wall. “What’s this talk of ‘kindred spirits’?”

Sylus tilts his head in response, raising a brow. “Why does it matter to you? She a friend?”

You swallow thickly. “Yes and no.”

He lets out a laugh behind closed lips. “You could have left her to fend for herself. You didn’t have to come with her. So, you care about her.”

There is no denying it, not really. If you try to, he may make you look at his eye, and besides not wanting to admit your deepest desires—you also just don’t want to make actual eye contact. It’s horrifying.

“And she’s not just some Aether Core asset to you,” you remark. “Clearly we both have things we don’t want to admit. So, fuck off.” The words aren’t really aggressive. Just a clear cut warning to tell Sylus to not try and dig deeper into this, and it wouldn’t be the first time either.

Maybe someone else would be afraid to tell the leader of Onychinus to fuck off or shut up, but there are worst things to fear than some criminal lord being pissed at you.

The edge of Sylus’s lip twitches, and you swear for a moment you catch contempt, but it’s gone in a blink. Either way, you don’t question it, but you know you hit a nerve. “I’ll be here for the time being until whatever you need done with her gets done.” After a beat, you sneer, “But if you harm her, I don’t care if I can’t kill you. I can make you wish you were dead.”

He doesn’t look the least bit bothered or scared by those words. But you know he’s acknowledged them, because he nods to you. “Maybe I’ll have work for you soon.”

You scoff. “Don’t force me to accept your payment again.”

He smirks.

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Of course,” you say dryly, “I forgot who I was talking to.”

He’s trying to resonate with her.

And it’s not working in the slightest.

You wonder why. You’ve seen Sylus’ power in action. Practically unstoppable. He literally made a man explode in front of Melody when they met each other again.

Why does he need to resonate with her?

Holding the touch of death sometimes means you can sense when someone’s life wanes. Thankfully, you haven’t sensed anything of the sort in those three days (not what feels like the warmth of the sun and the beginnings of spring). Sometimes you are fulfilling other tasks made by the people of the N109 Zone that fit in your job description. Other times, you’re destroying the Wanderers that are slinking about, or something else that lingers in the shadows that little people can see. The ones that thrive since there’s no daytime here.

“Melody will expect me to be somewhere here. But I—”

Sylus waved you off, despite the conflicting emotions you feel. “I’ll just tell her I’m keeping you somewhere.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What will that cost me?”

“Nothing.”

That answer was so easy, no trouble at all, and it just made you even more suspicious.

Sensing your suspicion, he sighs. “It’s none of my business whether she knows about this or not.” He gestures to you, likely referencing your true form. “But maybe you should tell her sooner than later.”

The thought filled you with sickening, deep dread. Yet you only nodded solemnly in reality.

“I know.”

It wouldn’t be difficult to tell her, right? There’s plenty of things that aren’t “normal,” especially after the Chronorift Catastrophe.

But you’ve been wrong about people before. That’s how you got here. Making so many mistakes in what you said, the “friends” you trusted, and overall poor judge of character.

Something deep, deep down in you, though, dared to say that Melody could be trusted. You two hadn’t been friends (such a scary word) for long, but she is the one who approached you. The way the both of you functioned as hunting partners, practically in sync, made you eager to work with her. How she’d always smile when seeing you, and it never seemed fake or forced. Moments where her mouth would open and close, something familiar yet unfamiliar spotted in her eyes, and then she’d give a smile that could light the sun before waving goodbye.

And you’d miss her.

That’s why the other side of you is nothing but a tight ball of dread at the thought of her hating you. Just like all the others. Looking at you with disgust, claiming you’re nothing—that you’re wrong, a curse—misfortune following you wherever you go.

But it’s best to get it out of the way soon, so that things can go back to the way they were at the Hunters Association. With absolutely no one approaching you or bothering you, and leaving you alone.

Alone.

You used Kieran and Luke to send any messages you could. Just anything to say that Sylus wasn’t treating you badly at all. He literally can’t even touch me. There’s always his Evol, but he’s never bothered with you. Some part of you wondered if the jobs you took in the N109 Zone earned his respect, as well as the very few times you’ve worked with him personally.

“You’re okay!”

You immediately slide back when Melody tries to hug you, but you don’t hesitate to examine her where possible to make sure she wasn’t harmed at all. She frowns, but she lets her arms fall while you shrug.

“I don’t like hugs. You know that.”

Thank fuck I changed back to this before she saw me.

Something would’ve maybe poked her or bumped into her, and you really didn’t want to tell her the truth. You just weren’t ready yet.

She clicks her tongue. “I know. But I was really hoping for once you’d let me on this special occasion!” Her gaze softens. “I thought Sylus was doing awful things to you, before those two gave me your message.”

You raise a brow. “When did they do that?”

“Just before I threatened them to let me out.”

You blink a few times, before nodding slowly. “You could have left whenever, from that room.”

She gives that signature roll of her eyes and exasperated look before saying, “Well, I didn’t know!” Her eyes narrow at you. “Actually, how are you so…okay with this?”

“Caw-caw!”

Oh, you can tell from that exact tone Mephisto is laughing at you.

You glare at the bird out of the corner of your eye, while Melody walks over to it. “Whoa, what’s this?” Before continuing, she points a finger at you and frowns. “I still want an answer.”

“I’ve been through worse.”

Really, that’s your reasoning?

“Worse?” It sounds like Melody can’t comprehend that’s the answer you’re going with either.

“Has he actually harmed you?” You’re sure she hasn’t been, but it’s a good time to ask just to be sure.

She takes a moment to consider this, before shaking her head. “No. In fact, I—I was the one to harm him.”

Oh.

That explains the briefest of moments you felt someone’s life wane that didn’t seem like Melody’s. Something else that was dark but calm, fierce but also gentle, covered in red and black all over.

That’s the best you could describe it. It’s hard to explain, but you can sense people’s…auras, but you know that’s something your people can do too. It’s not an Evol you have.

“Dare I ask exactly what happened?”

Melody’s answer is quick and fast before you can even consider the possibility of thinking no, I don’t want to know what happened actually. “I shot him straight in the heart with a gun.”

You blink slowly. “I…see.”

“And then he just…healed. Like nothing happened.”

You turn slowly to look at Mephisto, who you swear is mirroring your gaze. The kind where you both aren’t surprised at all, which also means you have no idea how to react to this.

“Well,” you come up with lamely, “you’re a good shot.”

Even she’s pouting and waving you off. “That’s all you have to say? Not, ‘He can do that?’ Or like, ‘Oh my god, how could you do that to him?’ Not—” she pauses, and you dare to glance in her general direction to unfortunately spot something like realization in her face.

“Wait.”

Uh oh.

“You know Sylus, don’t you?”

Shit.

“That’s why you were able to get me into the N109 Zone so easily!” Melody gasps loudly and dramatically before whispering as if she’s discovered a conspiracy, “You two are in cahoots.”

You don’t know if it’s better she knows about this than what you do here, what you really are, and why things like hugs are such a strong dislike to you.

You kind of want to dissipate into nothingness, throw yourself into the void, when you spot the strange Cheshire grin growing on Melody’s face.

“Is that why you’re so secretive and keep to yourself? Because you’re working for a crime lord?”

How and why is she connecting these dots so fast?

“Oh my god, does he make you kill people?”

If you were drinking anything, you’d have given the ugliest snort before choking on it.

“How can you work with someone like that?”

You have to stop her before she starts badgering you with more questions. “Melody, let’s just say I’ve done him some favors. He considers me useful.” At least, you hope so, given he hasn’t tried to kill you himself.

Melody’s brows furrow. “And somehow the Hunters Association knows nothing about this?”

“Whatever they know won’t hurt them.” As her eyes widen, you sigh and shake your head. “I am always a hunter first and foremost, Melody. Everything else is just…extra content.” You say the last two words as a very quiet mutter.

She heard you, though, given how she snorts.

“Alright, I trust you.” Why? “Now let’s get out of here. We’ll find another way to track down that Aether Core.”

Now it’s your turn to say, “Wait.”

She stops before even taking a step away from you.

“I know Sylus seems like the worst option right now, but he’s not.” And what is your reasoning? That he’s having a bad day? You don’t even know why he’s been trying to resonate with Melody, treating her roughly (which you unfortunately only discovered a little while ago, so you couldn’t chew out Sylus).

All you know is that she seems important. That Sylus and Melody are “kindred spirits.”

Well, that and she doesn’t seem to remember anything.

Remember what?

“You sound so sure,” Melody’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “Alright,” she sounds reluctant, but also soft, “what’s your reasoning?”

That has you blinking dumbly. “You’re…willing to listen to me?”

You’re far too used to people disregarding what you say. To never take you seriously. To not even consider you’re telling the truth about something. They just ignore you.

Yet Melody is keeping her attention fully on you that you really have to look away, no pretend eye-contact can save you right now.

“Of course.” Just like Sylus, her answer to something like that is quick and swift, not giving it a second thought. “You’re my partner.” She stumbles, glancing quickly back and forth before looking back to you. “My friend.”

You don’t take note of how, in a rare moment, she’s a little flustered. You’re far too stunned someone’s giving you their full attention and willing to listen to you and willing to believe you—

You shake your head and force yourself to get a grip.

“My reasoning is that he’s the leader of Onychinus. No one messes with him. Everyone’s afraid of him, and if they aren’t—they’ll learn to be. You’ve seen his Evol in action. He’s unstoppable.” Melody frowns, but she’s nodding slowly to what you’re saying. “So what if he’s a criminal? Things aren’t always that simple.”

“Maybe they are,” Melody whispers to you, her expression grave. “I think—I think he’s the one who killed my family.”

Is that why there’d be rare moments you’d catch Sylus irritated, running a hand over his face, brows furrowed tight? Was she giving him a hard time past the judgment of him being the big bad leader of Onychinus?

“Think about it, Melody, what would be his motive?” She stares at you in confusion. “If you’re thinking it’s for your Aether Core, I doubt he had that information before that night. You told me you barely found out not too long ago yourself. Besides,” your voice becomes low, sharp, dangerous, “he wouldn’t set up a trap and run off. He’d rather see to it himself.”

Something in her eyes shifts when she’s looking at you, you realize. You dare to look, dare to be known and perceived, and you find—

You’re not entirely sure. Awe, perhaps? As to why, you haven’t a clue. You were just telling your fellow hunter what you thought. Your honest opinion of Sylus.

“It’s more likely someone set him up to take the fall,” you whisper. Yet it feels like it echoes in these long halls somehow.

Melody blinks, and you focus on her forehead instead, so you’d stop trying to search in her eyes. “How did you meet Sylus?”

Your mind darkens as you remember how you two first met. Desperation led you to him, revenge requested his help, and caution set the price. In the end, death found you again, and you were left with a void and endless tears. Sylus peered into that void, unblinking, red eyes glittering, and somehow he knew. The understanding in his eyes was undoubtedly clear. He knew why you did what you did, and an unspeakable agreement forged between shadows and crimson.

Such an innocent question for her to ask, but the answer is dark and wounded. A wound that feels like it still refuses to close, and you’ve tried hard to not let it fester still, after all this time.

“I asked him for a favor,” you settle on. Your throat has dried, so your voice is hoarse. You quickly clear said throat and brush off Melody’s concerned gaze. “He provided. And people need help here, especially with Wanderers.” More like if something else happens, something that shouldn’t rise from the shadows.

But some do request your specific touch, in a literal sense. You decide how it’s done, though, sometimes ignoring the client's request of “the touch of death.”

Sylus has only asked this of you once or twice. Any other times he finds it “a bother to do it himself,” he’ll ask you to do the killing any way you like.

You rarely go to his place, though, and you two haven’t been in contact with one another recently. Your boundaries were strict anyway. He wasn’t allowed to contact you through your phone. You requested Mephisto send messages, keep it old fashioned. And that’s if he really needed you.

He’s never been considered a friend to you. Just a contact you had for the N109 Zone. The entire reason you were able to get Melody here in the first place. (Didn’t stop others from hijacking the plan, but Sylus found them eventually.)

But with how Melody has been treating you, you dare to wonder—

Is he a friend? An acquaintance? A companion?

Anytime you come back into contact with him, you don’t feel immediate disgust or some itch to get away as soon as possible. Ever since that favor, you see that he understands you. You’re not sure how, as he seems to be the type who is like, “You must be at relationship number 5 to unlock my backstory.” But he has told you, at least once, that he understands what it’s like for others to consider you a monster with just one look.

No pity, like you would have expected. Never looked down on you, never considered you lesser. This monster he met was his equal and would stay so.

“Caw-caw!”

You glance over at Mephisto, raising a brow. “He wants to see the both of us?” You figured that Sylus would only want to see Melody.

She seems just as surprised. “Wait, did he know I was trying to escape?”

You snort. “You weren’t going to make it out the door even if I hadn’t stopped you.”

“I could’ve!”

That has you laugh, just the littlest bit. “Not without me,” you dared to joke.

“Well, that’s true.”

You stiffen entirely, almost biting hard on the inside of your cheek. What?

This woman may be the death of you, and that means something to someone is so intimate with death.

“What?” Melody has no idea why you’re so gobsmacked. “It is true! I wasn’t going to leave without you. We’re in this together, right?”

Slowly, you nod, hearing the squeak of your gloves from how tightly you're clenching your hands into fists. “Right.”

And, even in a place like this, her smile shines. Towards you.

Are you truly deserving of such warmth?

Despite what she’s gone through, she still has a smile, just for you.

So earnest, so strange.

Mephisto takes it as a sign to start flying off, while you take the lead to find Sylus, with Melody walking next to you. Out of habit, you make sure the two of you aren’t close, but she sure likes to test you sometimes with the proximity.

“You really enjoy testing someone’s patience, huh?” you ask with a grumble.

Despite everything going on, she giggles softly next to you. “Yeah, of course! Your annoyed look is kinda cute.”

As if summoning it, you give her an irritated look, realize what you did, and scoff. “You’re a menace,” you seethe, but there’s the smallest of smiles tugging on the corners of your lips.

“Ha, Sylus is the real menace here.” That you couldn’t really argue with. You don’t know the full details, but if Melody shot him…he probably deserved that. Idiot.

You open the door, sending her a glance. “I’ll go in first.” Is it to protect Melody and sort of put a wall between her and Sylus? …No one could prove it.

At the end of all this, you and Sylus were going to need to have a conversation.

The kind where he didn’t get to be the one to see past the void. You needed permission to see past that pretty face and wade through the crimson.

You dared to hope you wouldn’t be involved in this, at least not that much involved.

Far too late for that now.

[meowkunas]

Sukuna likes to make you cry.

He's got you pinned underneath him with one hand clasping both of your wrists together. But you barely feel that. All you can really feel is him, filling you relentlessly.

"You're drooling." He sneers. "This is the only way to shut you up, huh?"

You think you whine something about how mean he's being in response, but it gets lost amidst other things. What started out as gentle affection from you has turned into this. It's not that you were being overly clingy today either, and you open your mouth to tell him so.

One of his hands slides down from your bare waist to your clit, brushing against it. It's the soft touch standing out against everything else that sends you spiralling through your first orgasm of the night. You're shaking, unable to catch you breath. And he's still going. It feels like he's touching you everywhere that's sensitive all at once, and sometimes he squeezes and sometimes he caresses your skin and—

"Wait—" You pant out.

"You're not overstimulated already, are you?"

He's asking a question that he already knows the answer to. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you try to decide whether it's too much or whether it's still not enough. All that talk earlier about wanting to satisfy Sukuna when it's always been you that's the insatiable one in this equation. He cups your cheek so you open your eyes to look at him. You can feel his finger wiping away a tear with his thumb, grinning down at you.

You don't even feel that he's flipped you over so that you're on top at first, too busy grinding your hips down to chase that feeling of pleasure again.

"There you are." He mumbles, gripping onto your thighs so hard that you know you'll still feel all of this tomorrow. "Come on, try harder."

[nateezfics]

au where hongjoong and wooyoung are fashion majors at an elite university who live off their wealthy parents’ money. they’re absolutely wild and squander away their hefty allowances on parties and a crazy lifestyle. they’re two of the most popular guys at uni, having created a reputation amongst the campus and even beyond. they’re talented with promising futures in the fashion world, but they have a lot of growing up to do. here enters you, the newbie in the fashion program and the last person anyone expected to get accepted into this prestigious university. you’re not from a wealthy family, and you’re currently the brokest you’ve ever been. all you have is a dream and mere determination. nothing can get in your way…. well expect for two rowdy and snooty rich boys who love nothing more than making your life a living hell.

coming soon one day in the future when i can actually put my brain cells together to write this 🥴

[spxrklezz]

☆ : LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME ! ও

୧ : content. headcanons and a small scenario of xchara with a reader who is like vanellope von schweetz from wreck it ralph.

୧ : warnings. possibly ooc xchara.

୧ : pairing. xchara x reader ( romantic )

୧ : notes. hey everyone!! one of the ideas i had, hope u enjoy it :3

୧ : word count. 412.

{ ♡ } helping him out

⌗ as we've seen on underverse, XCHARA was trying to get codes from different aus so he could create his own au. so, with a reader who is like vanellope, it's clear that he'd have a really good help.

⌗ even if you can't help him with fighting, you're very fast and can easily distract whoever is fighting him, and that helps XCHARA a lot!

⌗ you'd probably have some kind of ability to travel between aus too, so it would make it easier for him, and also, avoid him to make any kind of deal with nightmare.

{ ♡ } goofing around

⌗ i feel like that when he got his own body again, it would be nice to just try to play a bit with him. especially after what happened on that scene with xgaster.

⌗ showing up behind him to scare XCHARA, or playing some kind of hide and seek where you're always 'teleporting' yourself out of your hiding spot so he doesn't find you.

⌗ travelling between aus so no one finds you two, trying to get a bit of peace. just, laying around on a really specific and hidden au, with a pacifist timeline while laughing from a really bad joke you told that made XCHARA get mad at you (not for too long).

"chara? what's taking you so long to open this door?!?" — you called out for your friend, glitching around the trees in front of the house on the au that xchara was trying to create.

"i think i forgot my keys.." — you heard him sighing in an angry tone, turning around to face you.

"oh, it was only that? don't worry!" — before chara could even react to what you said, he saw you glitching through the door, disappearing for a moment before unlocking the door from the inside.

"wha-"

"these are some benefits of being a bug!"

"... you're just stupid, let's go in." — you gasped dramatically, now showing up right in front of him very close to his face.

"stop being so angry all the time. just because he did what he did, that doesn't mean you can't enjoy things once in a while!"

xchara only stared at you, frozen in place as his cheeks got a slight tint of blush on them before pushing you aside.

"yeah, alright, can you not do that without a warning?" — that made you giggle, sitting on the couch.

"don't worry, i'll help you beat him, chara."

© mizukiyss - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[fuckityfuckfuckmyfuckinglife]

"Tired Worship"

CW: body worship, could be taken as sexual, robot, size difference, blissed out Y/N, I don't know, kissing.

I'm gonna die and try to write a fanfic cuz I'm insane.

You lay on your back, your head pressed against the soft cloth of the pillow and your body relaxed with Moon's hand on your waist. The lights are off, everything is dark and silent and soft. You feel light, his hands slowly sliding up your sides, fingers gently touching your skin and sending shivers cascading over your mind. Everything feels foggy and slow, the only sounds in the room are your soft breathing and whatever robotic movements Moon's parts are making. His fans are slow and quiet and he seems to be calculated in his movements as his hands drift up, over your shoulders, caressing your collarbone and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your chest. His hand gently slides down your arm and picks up your hand. He brings it up to his "lips," gently pressing cold kisses to your palm, your wrist, your forearm, your elbow, down, down, down. He presses kisses to your shoulder, his smile cold and static, but, somehow, also soft as he presses it against your warm skin. His hands move to your waist, gently holding your smaller form against his, much larger one. His fingers wrap around your waist, holding you like you weigh nothing, like you are simply air and particles and your soft skin is but a layer of fluff in cold, hard hands. Something in him ticks softly, a small sound in the silence of your bed that brings you out of the momentary trance. You feel like you could die peacefully now, in his arms, your body pliable and sensitive. His faceplate presses against your neck, giving you gentle kisses as his fans speed up. He pulls away a bit, only to press his "lips" to yours, gently holding you. His eyes are closed, your lips moving against his despite the knowledge of his static smile. Your body shivers, presses itself closer, closer, as close as it can be. Closer, needing to be closer to him, to his soft touch and gentle kisses – his breath only imagined as his voice box plays like a human. It's unnerving, in the best way, with his arms around you and his lips against yours. You can feel the despair of his life, but he's still soft... Nice... Quiet... You move down to his chest, gently nuzzling his soft shirt. He sighs softly, the static-y sound barely escaping his voice box. He lays down on his side, holding you to his chest as he allows you to just relax and rest – finally rest. Your eyes close slowly, your body going limp in his arms as your breathing steadies and slows. Your tired brain shuts down and you're barely aware of your own body, just him, the metal contraption gently holding you and allowing you to relax in his arms.

[writingjourney]

don't ask me about secondo ever or you will hear me rambling out a whole character analysis for two hours because I am DEDICATED to this man, he is my wife.

EDIT – Okay you did it.

Some SFW Secondo HCs:

had to deal with the highest expectations out of the brothers, being older than Terzo and a lot younger than Primo it was clear that his Papacy would be of importance and Nihil expected him to excel while not necessarily providing the necessary guidance (especially when Terzo turned out to be more rebellious in nature)

being Nihil’s “favorite” did not come with all the benefits one might suspect, no more attention, no more love or care, only more work and pressure within the clergy

outside of the family many people never realised how he suffered from this neglect and exploitation and therefore do not perceive his trauma as that, often mistake his character for being cold/aloof when really he is just masking extremely hard and trying to appear unaffected and professional

while he was prepared for his future role, he quickly realised that his needs weren’t of importance, only his work and his rise within the clergy and so he learned that it is better not to ask and appear weak (so they don’t consider him unfitting)

while Primo did the best he could to replace their absent father, the clergy’s demands on the future Papa never allowed him to be quite the father figure that he wished he could be for his younger brothers – Secondo had to learn fast how to take care of himself and how to protect his younger brother from the clergy’s influences

despite detesting the clergy’s inner mechanisms, Secondo is a man of duty and has accepted that he was put on this path in Lucifer’s name

just before and after becoming Papa he quickly learned that bringing in own ideas just leads to dismissal and that being Papa made him a vessel for the ideals of the clergy which he grew to detest (“I’m a marionette”), also quickly learned that it is wiser not to rebel against them

this made him worried for Terzo who already had a lot of plans for his own Papacy that weren’t in line with the clergy’s agenda

through it all he found a lot of solace in his faith, is the most spiritual out of all the Papas with a special fondness for the modern symbolism of Baphomet that represents balance and wholeness (“And he's as macho as he is connected to the softer, more feminine part of himself” X), something that means a lot to him who is caught in a lot of turbulent emotions, this spirituality and also his high level of literacy is pretty evident in his music

therefore: best spiritual guide/advisor out of all the Papas, knows the right quotes and the right words to provide comfort and reassurance to bring you back on your path, way more empathetic than people give him credit for based on his cool demeanour, even though he is someone who quietly reassures you and uses a more reason based approach

because of all of this he has grown to be a very measured man who will always weigh reason and emotions against each other, rarely will you see him lose his temper on the outside, being in control of his emotions is important to him because that way he can have a sense of power he lacked when he was younger (also means he cannot let loose and relax easily, this man is TENSE and his shoulders hate him for it)

if someone wrongs him that person will get the cold shoulder and honestly, being the object of his scorn is worse, disappointing him is worse than his anger and he never forgets anything, this man has a whole drawer of receipts

doesn’t hate anyone as much as himself, the top spot is however taken by his neglectful, uncaring father who never knew how to act like a parent

if he does lose his temper it will usually not be on behalf of himself but someone else he truly cares about (his brothers, his lover, his protégés etc) and even so his anger is not the loud, yelling or violent kind but the kind that sends chills down your spine (his looks alone can kill and he finds the perfect sharp words to hurt you)

soft-spoken (not quite as much as Primo though), very calculated and minimalist in what he shows on the outside but his words usually hit where and how they’re supposed to (just listen to his voice on Infest and some of his speeches on stage, it’s quiet and haunting)

very much a quality over quantity sort of person – good food, good drinks, nice clothes he can wear for a long time, simple luxuries that go a long way and add to his comfort

big earth sign energy when it comes to his habits, works hard, has high expectations, good with money, particular about how he does things but generous with those he loves

good luck trying to get this man to open to up to you, he will not overshare and you have to pry every bit of more intimate personal information out of him, especially about his childhood

however, he is a very willing and patient teacher if you want to learn about his special interests or happen to sit in one of his classes, especially if you show potential and interest

self-sabotages a lot, especially when it comes to romantic relationships, for flings he avoids anything too intimate which extends to his preferred sex positions as well as kissing, when he notices he could really like someone he will find reasons why it doesn’t work (commitment issues), scared to be hurt and also scared to inflict pain and false hopes on someone else

when he does fall for someone and overcomes his fears he is the most loyal and supportive partner, you will be surprised by how loving and gentle he is with you, by how romantic he is (not in the cheesy way but in that soft, caring way who wants to love forever), pays close attention to your needs and preferences and never forgets anything

love languages: shows love with acts of service, gift giving and also quality time, likes to receive physical touch (loves to cuddle but is hesitant to initiate, would never admit how much he loves kisses to his face and hand holding but you can tell after some time), quality time and words of affirmation (so many times until he finally believes them)

[genexius]

ཐིཋྀ ‧₊˚ “oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart…” 𑁍༘ ⋆.*

[ Aetherion x gn!reader ]

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ syn: what happens when a man-eater finds interest in a mortal? when a feeling so foreign to them somehow creeps into their heart?

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ cw: dark themes, mention of death/violence/gore, they want (to eat) you so bad

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ a/n: everyone thank aetherion and old kpop songs for bringing me inspiration and motivation to write during another mini depressive episode

Aetherion carefully observed your every movement, their gaze fixed on you as you moved about your home.

How did things get to this? You were just another mortal like the rest; another puppet of the gods, fragile and fleeting. So why were they unable to tear their gaze away from you?

Perhaps it was simply momentary interest, or perhaps some sick fascination. They weren’t entirely sure.

A part of them yearned to simply consume your flesh and blood; to integrate you with their own existence; to collect your bones and display your skull as one of their finest collections, yet…they could not bring themselves to act upon those desires. Not yet.

Despite the primal hunger that consumed them, Aetherion found themselves entranced by you, yearning for something more than just consumption. They longed to feel the warmth of your flesh beneath their hands, rather than tearing it with their sharp claws and teeth, a sensation foreign to them. They ached to caress your skin, to feel the heat of your soul within, thrumming with life instead of the cold lifelessness they were used to.

So instead, they’ll continue to linger, like a predator stalking their prey yet unable to make the final pounce.

Oh, how they craved to consume, to claim you for themselves, yet they’ll remain patient, making do with swift glances and stolen moments, content to bask in your presence until the moment arises for them to claim what is theirs…

[dabiconcordia]

"Important documents will demonstrate their vitality by moving from where you left them to where you can't find them." ― Reddit.com

[danieyells]

Ritsu had politely requested some of your personal time after the end of the workday. Despite establishing a tentative relationship, he always made formal requests like this. Perhaps it had grown to be charming, or perhaps you were simply used to it. Nonetheless, you agreed and were invited into his dorm room.

Ritsu kept a rigorous schedule whenever possible. He reviewed his coursework and the day's recordings, he took notes on everyone he'd encountered or beheld that day into neat profiles and behavioral models that were surprisingly accurate for most of their subjects. When all of that was done he watched opera performances before he went to bed. This overlapped with the requested personal time, and so you sat beside him at his personal laptop, taking in the performance with him.

While he demanded silence while he worked, he didn't mind some conversation during this down time, despite saying he used it to gather his thoughts. What was more unusual was that this time he spoke first.

"May I kiss you?"

That wasn't exactly what you were expecting. You were expecting commentary on the performance or questions about your feelings or your day. "What?"

"I'd like to give you a kiss. To clarify, that would be on the cheek, for no longer than three seconds."

"You--yeah, of course you can. . . ." Ritsu extended his thanks, leaned towards you, and gingerly pressed his lips against your cheek. "You're my boyfriend, you don't really have to ask me that. . . ."

As he said, the kiss lingered only briefly. If you'd been counting, he cut it close at 2.75 seconds. However, the lightly frustrated look he gave you told you he disagreed.

"Unwanted sexual conduct is--"

"It wouldn't be unwanted though!"

"Please don't interrupt me."

"Sorry." But you continued. "But it wouldn't be unwanted. I'd like it if--I consent to you kissing me, even without asking me first. As long as you stop if I tell you to."

Ritsu didn't look convinced, but considered this quietly, observing you as if seeking signs of malice. You let him analyze you before deciding the spontaneity wouldn't kill him--if you were gentle anyway--and you leaned in close.

When he jumped, you froze. You wouldn't do it if he didn't want you to. A look of conflict crossed his features.

"Body language can be consent too, you know." You remind him. "Not everything can be verbal."

Ritsu made a small sound of frustration. Then he leaned in as well. When he stopped short of your lips touching, you stopped as well. He gazed at you, uncertain and serious.

"If you truly intend to give me advance consent, I would like it formally in writing, and signed, as soon as possible."

Cool. Relationship homework. You weren't certain if you wanted to laugh or roll your eyes.

You settled for bumping your forehead against his, and pressing your lips together when he didn't pull away.

[obbystars]

I commented earlier, but your Sebastian fic made me get off my butt and draw the first time in a while. I love the idea of the reader being a jellyfish kind of monster, so I drew them like that.

(p.s. I’m trying to learn to draw ^_^ )



WAIT THIS IS CUTE OH MY GODDDDD

You actually came really close to how I envisioned them! 👀

I really love this, keep it up!!

Edit: OH MY GOD I NOTICED THE INFINITE SYMBOL FOR THE 8 I’M SO HAPPY YOU PICKED THAT UP AS THAT WAS THE INTENTION RAHHHH

[lionb00bfan]

Chief Lion + Ibuki dating a Short Male reader

Ibuki 

He knows you’re capable, but instincts make him extra protective. He’ll subtly position himself between you and potential danger. But he never belittles you—he admires your determination and strength, regardless of size.

 If you're walking together, expect his long strides to shorten so you're always in sync.

You fit perfectly against his chest when he hugs you, and he loves resting his chin on your head. If you ever complain about it, he just smirks.

If you ask him to grab something from a high shelf, he’ll do it without hesitation. And will apologize profusely if you don’t like it.

In a world where strength often equals status, Ibuki doesn’t just see you as his partner—he sees you as his equal. He listens to you, takes your thoughts seriously, and genuinely wants to hear your perspective.

If you’re a carnivore, he makes a conscious effort to treat you as an equal. He understands the pressure of being both a man and a strong carnivore, and he doesn’t want to add to that weight. But sometimes, he goes overboard—tripping over his words if he feels like he said the wrong thing.

Chief Lion

He loves that you’re short—sees it as a subtle reminder of his authority. He’ll occasionally glance down at you with a smirk, watching your reactions, almost testing you.

If you need help reaching something, he’ll just lift you up without warning. One second, you’re struggling, the next? You’re in the air.

After a long day, he’ll pull you onto his lap while he smokes or drinks. It’s less about affection and more about keeping you close—a quiet, unspoken claim.

If you're out of reach for too long, expect him to call you over with a simple, "Come here." No explanation, no argument—just the expectation that you will. And you will, because the way he looks at you makes your stomach flip. 

He gets insecure if any of his lion goons are taller than him in your presence. He’ll make them all sit—or send them away entirely. He has to preserve that King of Beasts image.

He’s not overly affectionate in public, but his body language says enough. If another carnivore gets too close, he’ll stand just a little taller, his gaze sharpening, his tail flicking with barely restrained irritation.

Omg so sorry for forgetting about this and for answering this ask so late ;0;