#she makes him want to braid her hair and massage her feet

[rarephloxes]

i need a fic where Eris is just completely, irrevocably, devotedly, surprisingly and oh so consuming in love with Nesta Archeron and willing to move mountains for her

[r3starttt]

VELVET RING

PAIRING: abby anderson x reader

CW: fluff. brief-non detailed mention of overwhelming thoughts such as stress, pressure, and insecurities.

SUMMARY: sweet kisses and plump lips that make your worries go away.

an: for sof <3 | TAGLIST | DONT BUY TLOU | PALESTINE MP | PALESTINE LINKS | DAILY CLICK |

The front door creaked open, and Abby stepped inside, the familiar scent of home mingling with the faint hint of sweat from her workout. She toed off her sneakers and glanced around, her eyes softening as they landed on you.

You were curled up on the couch, looking a bit worn out and overwhelmed. The TV droned softly in the background, its low volume barely masking the silence that filled the house during Abby’s absence. The weight of the day pressed down on you, your shoulders slumped and your eyes heavy with fatigue. Everything seemed to be too much—yourself, life, stress, the constant push to achieve and be productive, never allowing a moment to simply rest. You had been too exhausted to muster the energy for anything else.

Your gaze wandered until it settled on her. Blonde, sweat-dampened locks of hair framed her face, stray strands clinging to her forehead. The usual perfect braid was replaced by an explosion of messy baby hairs and loose strands. Her white tank top revealed a sports bra beneath, matching her black workout pants. As she walked, her white socks made the floor beneath her creak with each step.

Even in your vulnerable state, the sight of her stirred a desire to be near her, to feel her presence. Abby sat on the edge of the couch, gently moving your legs to make space. The pads of her fingers caressed the bare flesh of your ankles, sliding down to massage your feet.

“How was the gym?” you asked, clinging to the routine of hearing about her progress.

"Good," she replied with a nod, hesitating slightly as her grip on your flesh tightened momentarily before relaxing. "There was this guy—so loud, as if that helps him lift more."

You chuckled softly. "Groaning and everything?"

"Groaning and everything," she confirmed with a roll of her eyes and a small laugh.

Your eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail. She turned her attention to your feet, focused on the massage. "You good?" she asked hesitantly, making your heart warm.

Her question held layers of love and care, and you felt a rush of emotion. You didn’t know what to say. Claiming you were fine felt like a lie, and you knew she wanted to understand the reason behind your exhaustion. Yet, if you admitted you weren’t okay, she’d want to talk about it, and you weren’t sure you could handle that. Lost in your inner debate, you didn't notice her standing until she was right in front of you.

Abby’s hands were gentle as she helped you up, guiding you with care. You furrowed your brow, confused about what you had missed while lost in thought.

“Gonna shower, come on,” she said softly.

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She started the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature, then turned her attention back to you, her eyes filled with tender concern. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she murmured, gently removing your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders. She undressed you with care, her touch both soothing and intimate. Once you were undressed, she quickly shed her own workout gear and stepped into the shower, pulling you in with her.

The warm water cascaded over both of you, washing away the tension. Abby’s hands moved with practiced ease, massaging the knots from your shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, each movement radiating her love and care. You leaned into her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours, the water cascading all over you.

Her hands reached for the shampoo, lathering it in her fingers before gently massaging it into your hair, the callouses on her pads working through the strands with meticulous care.

As the water rinsed away the soap, Abby’s hands never left you, her presence a constant source of comfort. When she finished washing your hair, she turned to tend to her own, and you helped her, your fingers undoing her braid and applying shampoo to her scalp. The warm water enveloped you both in a cocoon of comfort. You moved aside so she could rinse the soap from her hair, her arms encircling you protectively.

You sighed, feeling the tension melt away as you rested against her. The warm water, combined with Abby’s comforting presence, created a haven of peace and tranquility. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her lips lingering as if to imprint her love into your skin.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

You closed your eyes, letting the sound of her voice and the steady beat of her heart soothe your frayed nerves. The world outside faded away. In that moment, you felt utterly cherished and safe, knowing that with Abby by your side, everything would be okay. The worries and exhaustion of the day dissolved, replaced by a profound sense of peace and love.

You turned slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline. “I know," you whispered, her arms tightening around you. “Always, babe. I’ll always take care of you.”

[niki-phoria]

aaaaa since i see you're taking requests i'll leave a little something i thought of here... reader and chishiya live together but have separate rooms, but often times the other knocks on their partner's door at night and asks if they can sleep in their bed :((( <3 like little sleepovers whenever they want to (mostly when chishiya wants to since he doesn't seem big on physical affection) i love your fics, tysm for not writing fem reader it's so refreshing <33

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff

doctor chishiya >>> should've pulled his hair back more in the show he looks SO GOOD

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea was so cute, i love it sm. it means so much that you like my fics, i hope you like this one <33

i made two versions, one where reader goes to chishiya and one where chishiya goes to reader if that makes sense sklensk tbh this is my ideal living situation idk why more couples don't have separate rooms

‧₊˚✩ waking chishiya up because you can't sleep

(set at the beach, word count 282)

you let out an exasperated sigh into the darkness, turning to lay on your back. the ceiling is barely visible in the dim lighting. sleep has never come easy in the borderlands. 

you stare up into the darkness until your arm goes numb from being in the same position for so long. it’s still dark out when you glance over at your window. you sit up on your elbow, pushing yourself out of bed. the air is cold against your skin. you pull a shirt over your head and leave your room. it’s silent in the hotel, most people already sleeping by now.  

chishiya’s room is darker than yours when you enter. light from the hallway streams in for a second before you close the door behind you. he stays silent but you can tell he’s awake as you carefully enter the room. 

the sheets are cold when you slide underneath the covers, propping your head up underneath your hand. you can feel chishiya roll onto his side to face you. “did i wake you?” 

“no.” he reaches his hand out a little, gesturing for you to move closer. you eagerly accept, wrapping your arm around his waist and pressing yourself against his chest. his warmth feels nice against your skin. “rough night?” 

you hum as chishiya wraps his arms further around you. “couldn’t sleep. it feels like i’ve been awake for hours.” chishiya moves his hand to your jawline, gently stroking against the skin. you sigh, leaning into his touch. he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, fingernails gently massaging your scalp. the feeling calms you. slowly, your body relaxes as you fall asleep safe in chishiya’s arms.

‧₊˚✩ chishiya coming to sleep with you

(set after the borderlands, word count 258)

your cat blinks lazily at chishiya as he closes the door behind himself, careful not to shut it completely. you lay sprawled across your bed, deep asleep. he smiles a little, coaxing your cat to move so he can lay down. she dramatically yawns before moving down to curl up by your feet. 

chishiya slides underneath the blankets, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. you unconsciously lean into him, shifting a little closer to his body. he presses a kiss against the nape of your neck before falling back asleep. 

chishiya’s arm is still wrapped around your waist when you wake up. you turn onto your side, taking the time to admire him. his hair is messy, sprawled across your pillows. he looks gorgeous in the morning glow. 

your cat stretches before she jumps down off of your bed, pushing her way out of your room in search of her food. you bring your hand up to chishiya’s face, gently pushing strands of hair out of the way. it feels soft despite the continuous bleaching. 

he stirs a little when you start twisting his bangs into little braids. his thumb strokes against your skin underneath your shirt. you smile, pushing yourself upwards to press a kiss against his forehead. chishiya doesn’t open his eyes but his lips quirk upwards into a small smile. 

“breakfast?” you whisper.

“later,” he rasps, pulling you back down into his arms. “wanna stay with you.” 

you stifle a chuckle, returning to playing with his hair. “okay.”

[tojigasm]

What about like Step!dad Jake w oblivious reader. So like she doesn’t realize that Jake is flirting w her until she hears him jerking off while calling her name (she thinks he’s hurt or something cause she’s innocent but walks in to see his hands wrapped around his cock)

IM DROOLING OVER THIS (I LIVE FOR UR WRITING)

I blame my mutuals for getting me into this... more specifically Kells and Eden because now I'm suffering from stepdad Jake brainrot

Tw: stepcest, daddy kink, pet names, teasing

God he's sick on you. Obsessed with the way you're so painfully naive to his casual flirting and the way you walk around in your tiny little outfits around him; skirts that end just below the cusp of your ass and pretty pink crop tops that your perky nipples poke through. And jesus, he swears he's losing his mind.

Sometimes he thinks you're doing it on purpose, making your way down the stairs in a baby pink mini skirt and top, bows clipped into the thick of your hair. And Jake's immedielty calling you over from the kitchen, asking where you're headed so dressed up; and it's the way your eyes get all big and round, so blissfully unaware of the blood rushing to his cock, pressing a tent into the fabric of his pants.

Its when you saunter throughout the den, necklaces adorning the pretty blue of your soft skin, that he hisses a "fuck" under his breath.

He watches you bend over to pack your purse, palming the swell of his cock as your skirt rides over the plush of your ass, pretty pink panties on full display as your tail swishes back and forth, gently grazing the backs of your thighs.

With a groan, Jake makes his way over to you, pulling the tip of your skirt down, "Change your clothes," he scolds through clenched teeth.

immediately your cheeks flush with heat, "Oh, I-" you're too embarassed to speak, tripping over your words under his sharp gaze. "M'sorry, I-I didn't realize-"

"Walkin' around these tiny little skirts n'thongs," his voice is deep with strain, "Fuckin' ridicoulous." Shaking his head, he pulls you up by your braid to push you onto the couch.

you're jolted by the rush of it, blood rushes to your head as he pins you to the couch, scrambling over your words, "I don't-"

you're cut off by a large hand grabbing at your jaw, squeezing the plush of your cheeks. "Shut your fucking mouth, young lady," Jake seethes, pressing his free hand into the soft of your thigh, massaging the plush of it, pushing your legs open. "Don't act dumb, kid," he moves to cup your heat, palm slick against the soaked fabric of your thong.

immediately you grasp a hand around his wrist at your jaw, other around his forearm before he's scolding you, "Put your hands down."

retracting, you dig your hands into the cushions beneath you with a shaky whine. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes drift to the door, suddenly aware of just how open you are - legs spread in the middle of the den where your mother could come back from her outing at any minute. Jake doesn't miss the way you unknowingly clench your thighs around the thick of his hand between your legs, fabric of your thong wet against his fingers.

"What, y'worried someone's gonna walk in?" he teases, slipping his fingers under your dainty thong to sink into your soaked pussy. He smirks against the puffy lips of your cunt, moving to bite the inside of your thigh with his canine, "scared your mom's gonna see you gettin' your tiny little pussy fucked by your stepdad?" his finger curls along your gummy walls, petting at the spongey patch in you with strokes that send shivers down your thighs.

you nod, whimpering in his hold, drool spilling over your swollen lips, lifting your legs some to press your heels into the couch, "Daddy, please-!" you're choking on sobs, tears spilling over your cheeks as he scissors your cunny.

"Yeah, I know." you can hear the eyeroll in his voice, "Stop fuckin' whining. I'll give you what you want."

Jake kicks your feet apart enough to kneel between your thighs, hand dropping from your jaw to slip your legs over his shoulders. You go to grab at him, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pulling your arms to the side, "keep your hands to yourself." the warning in his voice is enough not to test his patience.

He watches you for a moment, gaging your reaction before he drops your wrists to the side, pushing you to lie back against the couch with his hand, "Let daddy take care of you."

Keeping a blue hand at your chest, massaging your breasts through the fabric of your top, he presses his mouth to the soaked lips of your cunt, inhaling the scent of you with a hiss.

"Hnghh," your breath hitches when the rough of his nose nudges the button of your clit, digging your hands into the cushion beneath you with a moan.

Clicking his tongue when your cunt pulses around his digit, Jake groans, "You're such a good girl." he kisses your clit, eyes jumping to the door teasingly before he's pulling back with a smirk.

"M'gonna tear you apart." meeting your eyes, he places your feet to the ground again, moving to sit one knee on the couch beside you, pulling your skirt up over your hips to expose your cunt. Sliding his hand between your thighs again, scissoring you open.

"Look at that," he hums, "Gonna let me in there, sweetheart?" his free hand still massaging into the fat of your breast, "Gonna let your stepdaddy fuck your little pussy?"

you can't help the way you moan at the vulgarity. head falling back to rest on the top of the couch, grabbing at the wrist of his hand at your chest when you cum, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

He laughs, watching your thighs shake under his hold, "Good girl," Jake leans down to kiss you, biting at your soft skin as you dwindle from your high.

And suddenly he's standing between your shaky legs, cupping his large hands under your thighs to press your knees into your chest, forcing you to slip down the couch some.

Squatting onto the couch above you, feet on either side of the plush of your ass, he's sinks into you with a groan.

"God, you're fuckin tight," Jake's brows furrow, thrusting in and out of you gently, resting a hand on the soft of your tummy when he bottoms out.

teary-eyed, you grasp on to his striped forearm with a sob, "Hnngh, ahh,"

Jake speeds up once you've relaxed some, cupping a hand behind your head, "good girl," he kisses you softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

your voice wavers, choking on the heat of it all - and it's almost too much; the stretch of his cock against your gummy walls, his thick hair tickling the soft of your hot cheeks, his hand behind your head as well as the one that pushes into the couch beside you.

Jake pants shakily above you, hissing a groaned "fuck," when he bottoms out again, "God, you're so pretty," he presses a kiss to your forehead and you squeal, "Daddy's pretty girl, huh, sweetheart."

"So deep, so deep," you chant, swollen lips parted in a silent moan, "fuck, daddy!" you cry, digging your nails into the blue of his ankle, "Haa...haa"

Jake drops a leg to the ground, hiking your legs over his shoulder with a heavy thrust. The girth of his cock stretches your heat so deliciously that you struggle to breathe, gasping through choked sobs and broken moans.

"M'gonna cum," Jake circles your clit gently, "Gonna let your step daddy cum in you, fill ya'up?"

It's all so fucking vulgar and God he wants to eat you alive. Wants to consume you and fill you and rip you apart all at the same time.

His swollen length stretching your soft walls isn't enough. The claim he has on you serves as merely nothing in his mind when you're beneath him, thighs spread and cunt stretching around the girth of him.

The way he can fucking feel your cunt throbbing when you cum around his cock is all too much.

The heat of him spilling into you pulls a sob from your plush lips and Jake's ears fall back in a hiss, cock still thrusting into your pussy as his seed spills down the soft of your ass.

"Jesus Christ," he chuckles through a hoarse pant, thrusting his cum deeper into you. He bottoms out once more, fat balls resting against your soft folds before he pulls out to stand over you.

still shaking, you bring your fingers down to scoop the cum that's spilled out of you back into your swollen pussy with a giggle.

Jake's cock throbs at the scene, bringing a hand to your jaw, he pulls you up to rest on your knees against the cushioned couch. Kissing you, he brings a hand down to cup your cunt, teeth grazing your bottom lip, "Who's pussy is this?"

you nearly melt at the heat of his words, shifting side to side on your knees in his hold, "S'yours, daddy."

"Go upstairs and clean yourself up and maybe daddy'll fuck you again later, how's that sound, kid?"

you nod at that excitedly and Jake smiles wamrly, "Yeah, thought you'd might like that." He pinches your thigh softly before realseing your jaaw.

Moving on shaky legs, you make your way off the couch and up the stairs to your room, Jake's eyes on you from his seat at the couch.

[kaiijo]

THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES — [HONKAI: STAR RAIL]

characters: dan heng, gepard, sampo, welt, march 7th, himeko content: gn! reader, spoilers for the prologue notes: i’m in the middle (?) of the belabog arc so i’m still getting a feel for the characters (and feedback is appreciated!)

dan heng ✶

quality time! dan heng is someone who really values his private time, so it’s a big deal for him to invite someone into that little bubble. whether the two of you are doing some activity together like scouring the archives or just sitting in each others’ presence, reading your books, shoulder-to-shoulder on one of the astral express couches, dan heng is just happy to be there with you

whenever you finish trailblazing on whatever new world you landed on, you and dan heng make a conscious effort to take a walk somewhere or visit a local spot together. his favorite place was on some tropical planet where the two of you stood with your feet sinking in the sand and watched the sunset

gepard landau ✶

words of affirmation! while gepard hears praise from the citizens of belabog all day and night, it’s really most meaningful to him when it comes from you. he works hard to protect the city, and his favorite reward is you telling him that he did a good job, that you’re proud of him, and (most importantly to him) that you feel a little bit safer because of his efforts

it’s not just words of affirmation for his work as captain of the silvermane guards that he likes; he craves praise for more mundane things like cooking a good dinner for the two of you, helping clean the house, hanging a painting you bought. just thank him and tell him he did a good job and he’s melted into a puddle  

sampo koski ✶

physical touch! you would assume it’s gift giving and receiving at first, but i feel that, because sampo does a lot of “trading” on a regular basis to make money, he would associate that more with business. it’s not to say you two don’t give each other little baubles and trinkets and gifts, but sampo values the simple intimacy of physical touch: holding hands, a warm hug, a kiss. there’s nothing but trust in your embrace

sampo’s not shy to initiate physical touch but definitely get a little flustered when you do it first. probably tries to make some joke that falls way too flat but makes you giggle a little nonetheless. as smooth a talker as sampo is, he’s got something of soft heart under those many, many layers of deviousness  

welt yang ✶

acts of service! welt is probably one of the busiest people out there and he’s basically in charge of three children (one responsible one and two who share a brain cell between them) as well as with many other tasks and affairs relating to trailblazing, the astral express, and everything in between so anything you do to help him de-stress is appreciated, even if it’s just brewing him his favorite tea and bringing it over while he’s doing reports

you can also definitely try to help welt with the bigger administrative tasks he has but expect pushback. he doesn’t want to burden you with his work but if you press him just a little more, he’ll back down (slightly) and let you do the least labor-intensive job

march 7th ✶

physical touch! march likes to be in-contact with you whenever you’re together (which is admittedly a lot). her favorite things to do are hold your hand or slip her arm through yours as you walk and, when you’re just lounging around the astral express, she loves cuddling with you in her room or on one of the express’s nice couches

she’s a sucker for you playing with her hair too; her back against your chest, running your hands through it, braiding it, massaging her scalp. she’s bound to get drowsy and fall asleep, no matter how much she insists she won’t when you tease her about it. (dan heng also thanks you for putting march to sleep so he can, in his words, “have a moment of peace”)

himeko ✶

acts of service! like welt, himeko has a ton of responsibility navigating the express and taking care of all the passengers on the train. she’s a tad more relaxed than welt, but himeko still is often wrapped up in some new business or in making repairs and improvements to the train where she can. she really loves when you volunteer to help her with repairs, acting as her assistant and handing her all the tools and supplies she needs

she also appreciates when you just keep her company in the navigation room (lowkey her second love language is quality time) and has a fun time rattling off fun facts about planets and constellations and everything that you pass and watching your eyes light up in wonder and admiration

[thefallennightmare]

Ik its not Tuesday and I'll totally forget by then (feel free to ignore this until then or if you don't want to write it, no worries!) but with Bad Omens taking their much deserved time off, maybe a hc of f!reader doing self care with Noah weekly, practically on schedule. And she switches it up so it's never the same and they take the time to prioritize him and his needs and maybe he makes reader relax one self care day so he can take care of her "you've been prioritizing me, let me take care of you." Lots of fluff. Feel free to write whatever, I'll love whatever you decide!! Thank you and I hope you're having a good day!

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You walked into Noah's house with a bag full of self-care items, ready to spend the night taking care of Noah.

Ever since he admitted that he was feeling extreme burnout with the constant work of Bad Omens, you made it your mission to make sure he took time for himself.

Every week, you would switch up the days and surprise Noah with a self-care day.

Face masks.

Couples massages.

Yoga on the back patio.

You even rented a private space to do yoga outside in front of a pond/waterfall. Something Noah appreciated.

Camping in the woods with just the two of you. No internet. No cellphones.

Tonight, your plan was to surprise Noah once he comes home from his therapy session with his favorite home-cooked meal and whatever movie he wanted to watch.

But when you walked through the door, you froze at the sight before you.

Bouquets of flowers covered every surface.

Lit candles along with the roaring fire of the fireplace.

A soft tune of music danced in your ears when you stepped further inside.

Noah was dressed in a large fluffy robe and had a spread of your favorite snacks on the coffee table.

"What's this?" You asked with a sly smile.

Noah, who was grinning even wider, quickly ushered your jacket and shoes off.

"You've been taking care of me a lot the last couple of weeks. Now it's my turn to take care of you."

He handed you a matching robe and once you were changed into it, the two of you lounged on the couch as he rubbed your feet before painting your toenails.

Then he brushed your hair and tied it into a tight French braid.

You didn't bother to ask how he learned to French braid when you had a feeling he did it to himself once or twice when he had his long hair.

He even let you paint his nails black.

"I miss this era of Noah," you gave him a cheeky wink.

He kissed your lips. "Only for you, angel."

[xblackreader]

↳  My List of Attuma of Talokan x Okoye of Wakanda Headcanons

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thanks to the attoye discord server :3

enjoy

- SFW✨💞

* Attuma is a hopeless romantic. He loves wooing Okoye with words and gifts especially, it shocks everyone at first bc he’s so stoic in public, but then it becomes everyday Attuma.

* Okoye is very protective of Attuma and his reputation. She says it’s because “disrespecting my enemy as weak is calling me weak” but in truth, she just won’t tolerate any disrespect of him. She respects him.

* Their favorite things to do together is cook. Okoye likes the structure and the immediate outcome from hard work of cooking. Attuma likes to eat food.

* Attuma is very clumsy. He has hit his head many times in her home. Vases, glasses, bowls, doors etc have all felt his wrath.

* Okoye has been a bachelorette for many years so when Attuma starts courting her, she genuinely doesn’t know what to do. Like… you got a crush on me?

* Their arguments are not explosive, they’re icy. Silent treatment & cold shoulders… Attuma is usually the first to break. He misses her smile and she misses his touch.

* Okoye’s smile and her laughter is Attuma’s weakness. He melts when she smiles because her joy is bright and warm like the Sun.

* Attuma is surprisingly a huge cuddle bug. You can find him touching Okoye in some way at all times. Whether it’s holding her hand or holding her hostage in his arms.

* Attuma hates when Okoye tries to make him wear surface clothes. He doesn’t want boxers or shirts. He doesn’t even like when she wears any clothes…

* Okoye is a massive Tsundere but also simultaneously very transparent. She thinks she’s hiding her crush well, but everyone knows. She gets so nervous and defensive around him.

* Okoye loves how soft and strong Attuma is… in her head she calls him her ‘teddy bear’.

* Attuma hates planes/helicopters. The thought of him being off the ground makes him extremely uncomfortable. Leave the flying to Ku’kulkan.

* When she’s tipsy or just tired, Okoye likes to bite him. She’ll softly bite his arms, shoulders, cheek, nose, chin, whatever she can reach. He loves it.

* Attuma is very needy for attention. If she’s not paying attention to him, he gets huffy. He pouts. Only when they’re alone though. Never catch him pouting in public.

* Attuma completely understands Kevin Gates. Every word he says Attuma thinks, “Exactly.”

* Okoye gives great massages. She also loves to braid and brush his hair.

* When they send the kids to school Attuma tries to remain calm and collected, but he’s sobbing inside. Those are his babies and now they’re growing…

- NSFW 🔞🖤

* Okoye likes it when Attuma is commanding and takes charge. He very rarely attempts to overpower her as he is already stronger than her so when he does overtake her, it moves her a little bit…

* Sparring is foreplay for them. It gets blood pumping and puthy drippin. Wrestling and hand to hand combat is them flirting.

* They’ve broken many bed frames (Okoye gets so upset everytime but Attuma is proud)

* Attuma hates when Okoye wears panties under dresses. They are hindrances. How you gon wear something easy access and then prohibit his access??

* Attuma gives great massages too, but his hands always turn it into sex. Big hands and combat training means he knows just where to push…

* Okoye discovers she has a size kink with him… he’s so much bigger and stronger than her and it gets her going when he holds her down or exhibits his strength.

* Attuma is very vocal during sex, but not very verbal IYKWIM… he grunts and growls, he doesn’t talk very much during.

* Attuma is a panty thief.

* Okoye knows.

* Okoye paints her toes red usually but she also starts to paint them blue bc that’s when Attuma shows her feet the most attention. (yes, he sucks toes. He’s a freak.)

* Attuma likes to watch Okoye touch on herself; whether he’s watching her shower, put lotion on, or masturbate. He likes to watch her.

* Attuma also loves to put on a show for others. He’s not afraid of making her scream his name, so the neighbors blush and avoid eye contact when they see him. He knows he’s a master in bed, and loves to brag. Combination.

* Okoye likes to dress up to surprise Attuma. Lingerie and role playing, is where she has the most fun.

* Okoye and Attuma are switches, but often battle for dominance. Attuma is larger and stronger so he usually wins, but if he’s in the mood to be dommed; Okoye is on top of it… so to speak.

* Attuma has a massive breeding kink. He likes growling in her ear how he’s going to give her a baby, or fill her up until she’s pregnant. The idea of her carrying his children excites him a lot. Thats why they got so many damn kids.

* Attuma is an ass man. Now don’t get him wrong, he loves that perfect pair on her chest, but her behind is where it’s at. Catch him touching, groping, massaging, slapping or even biting that thang whenever he can.

* When Okoye’s feeling horny, she won’t just approach and proposition Attuma like he does with her. She will pick a fight or just wearing sheer or shorter clothes until he does something about it. If he catches on and doesn’t take the bait to tease her, she will pout and be snippy until he pays attention to her needs.

* Pissed off or Competitive Okoye makes Attuma feral. If she gets that look in her eyes, like “I’m going to end you.” He gets hard as a rock.

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[boyfriendfever]

dating headcanons

pairing - mike, mal, ella, jasmine / reader (seperate)

contains - fem!reader, ooc (?), mentions of hickeys and making out, jasmine being a tall queen.

notes - these are kind of short but whatever 🤷‍♀️ jasmine’s accent does smth to me istg it’s just so attractive 😍😍

MIKE

nervous wreck when it comes to pda

if you even grab his hand during an elimination be prepared for him to just stop working

like he literally just powers off

“i- eh.. hah… areyouholdingmyhand?”

all in one word

pls brush your fingers through his hair

he’s gonna immediately melt in your arms

“mhh, that feels… delightful.”

if you hug him he won’t know what to do with his hands

he will just stand there like 🧍🏻

unless your cuddling

then he just wraps his arms around your shoulder

wakes up extra early just to find flowers for you every once in a while

picnic dates and stargazing by the dock

enjoys laying his head in your lap as you brush through his hair or (if you can) draw him.

favorite body part is your chest and neck.

he loves to kiss your neck and the skin above your breasts.

he likes how he can leaves hickeys on your chest and you can cover it up with a shirt or hoodie.

MAL

he cares about you, even though he doesn’t show it

he asked you out by pulling you by your waist into the forest from behind during a challenge.

“i like you, you like me, let’s date.”

don’t reject him, just don’t do it.

why would he get you gifts? he is the gift.

if you’re near him while he’s sitting down best believe he will pull you into his lap.

he loves showing the others you’re his.

he will rub your thighs, kiss your jaw and neck, squeeze your waist, even make out with you infront of everyone.

he just doesn’t care.

you sleep with him in the mens cabin/room, and nobody dares to say anything about it.

scott has already made that mistake, being how he is.

nobody heard from him again after that.

calls you sexy. that’s the only pet name. either that or foxy.

favorite body part is your wrists.

solely because he can hold them behind your back while kissing you.

he enjoys how you want to touch him so bad, to wrap your arms around his neck.

on the topic of necks, he will always litter yours in hickeys.

he loves showing others that you’re his.

ELLA

she loves nothing more than to hold you in her arms.

it doesn’t matter where or when, if she can hold you she will.

tells the animals in the forest about you.

“oh, and that pulchritudinous personality! everything about her is just so.. alluring.”

if you don’t like pet names, don’t even try to date her.

darling, pretty, princess, my beauty, tangerine

(if your hair is long enough) she will braid it, curl it, straighten it, brush it, everything.

she leaves you little notes and poems around your bed and clothes.

bakes you cupcakes.

makes up little songs about you.

if you get hurt during a challenge she will stop everything just to help you.

she doesn’t care if she loses, you’re 10x more important.

her favorite body part is your hands.

especially if you wear rings.

she will play with them if she’s nervous.

she loves kissing your hands and massaging them.

(couldn’t find a jasmine gif)

JASMINE

loves carrying you over her shoulders.

mostly because of her height.

“you see anything up there?”

she let’s you climb her like a tree.

during breakfast she has you sit in her lap.

facing her.

she loves seeing your flustered expression

lets you wear her hat

“you look nice in my hat. maybe i should get you one of your own, would you like that?”

picks you up off your feet when she kisses you🤭

she would hold you by your thighs

like this

calls you tangerine.

tangerines are her favorite fruits.

she will lay on her back as you saddle her waist while making out.

like mike, she wakes up early to gather some flowers for you.

except she takes polaroid pictures of her and the flowers as well.

her favorite body part of is your thighs.

not in a sexual way, she just loves to touch them.

they are just so soft.

similar to ella, she loves kissing and massaging them.

she just gets so much pleasure out of praising you.

[neteyamyawne]

400 Followers Special

How they cuddle with you : (Human/recom version)

Grace :

She's the one being cuddled here, Grace may not show her affection towards you in the lab or public places but she secretly loves it when you make advances in front of everyone.

She has happy jitters whenever you touch her, she won't admit of course, her pride is too great for that but you know she does.

Her mind goes peaceful once she's in your embrace, though she knows you two have been married for so many years, her love for your cuddles never died.

When you wrap your arms around her from behind, your face in the crook of her neck, there isn't a place she wants to be other than that, not even Pandora's forest tempts her after that.

Norm :

Norm is a person who loves back hugs, giving and receiving them, both are just as good for him, whether he's working or laying down, he loves to have your arms wrapped around his torso in a warm embrace.

Even you never leave a chance to give him a back hug, taking a detour of the lab if you have to just to see that lopsided happy smile on his face.

No-one in the lab gives you two a mind since everyone knows it's a day to day occurance now, grace might scold you one or twice but turns a blind eye with a smirk more than once and leaves you two alone.

He's happy at even the thought of having you close to him, sometimes his little daydreams ends up with him being in trouble because he caused a ruckus as he didn't focus well enough.

Trudy :

She loves to lay face to face while her arms are wrapped around your waist and hips, that way she has easier access to your lips whenever she wants.

Her hands roaming around the soft skin of your waist, it brings her comfort to be close to you, to feel you, your heartbeat, your smell, your breathe.

She'd take you on long flights on Samson aircraft, or known as her "baby", she'd hold your hand while showing you the beauty of Pandora for hours, late-night flights are her kind of thing with you holding her hand is a must!

After the rides, she NEEDS you to be as close to her as possible, face inches away from hers, kissing your face and lips while tangling your legs together, rubbing soft circular patterns on your waist as you both drift asleep holding each other.

Quaritch :

Powerplay is his forte, so when it comes to physical contact both of you one-up each other, though it's playful but it always ends up with him throwing you up on his shoulder by your waist and walking back to your bedroom….

While sitting on the couch you place your feet in his lap while taking the whole couch for yourself, laying down and watching the television, getting comfortable as he looks at you with a smirk on his face.

Soon enough he gives into his urges and gently starts to massage your feets, though hesitant at first but after a while he subconsciously continues without thinking about it.

Then on it's a regular thing for him, if he sees you lying around, this man just comes up to you and puts your feet in his lap while massaging them, it's more of a soothing thing for him than to you

Zdinarsk :

The moment she gets some time off duty, she makes a beeline towards you and plops her head down in your lap, letting you play with her hair while she rests.

You are the only one allowed to touch her hair, asleep or awake, passing out instantly as she snuggles her face in your thighs and your fingers weaving through her silky hair.

Laying her head in your lap is probably her favorite thing in the entire day for her, with her arms wrapped around your waist, body between your legs, it's the perfect position for her to sleep after a stressful day.

You didn't mind her doing that either, in fact you loved to play and braid her hair while she sleeps in your lap, giving you the opportunity to surprise her with new hairstyles when she wakes up.

A/n : I'm so sorry for this delay omg, i know this is a 400 followers special but instead i am already close to 450 lmao, anyways enjoy, 450 will come soon and THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE 😭💚

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[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Three - Massages

Ship: Cirrus/Dewdrop

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 660

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Dewdrop squints in confusion and a bit of concern as Cirrus eyes him up and down. Even as they stand in the lobby of the latest hotel, dressed in their civies, and surrounded by the rest of the pack and their papa, he feels exposed.

“Hey Cir. What's that look for?”

“You’re rooming with me tonight, Droplet.” It’s not a request.

“But-”

She interrupts by handing him his room key, grabbing his duffle bag for him, flashing him a toothy grin, and turning to head to the elevator. Dew has the distinct impression she’s going to eat him alive.

He shakes his head and heads to the elevator after her but just barely misses it. It’s whatever. He’ll just catch it with Mountain, who’s just now come in from the bus carrying a sleepy Phantom. Still, the suspense makes his stomach flip.

The elevator returns and he and Mountain ride it in silence, too tired for small talk. They bid each other goodnight and Dew stands before his hotel room. He unlocks the door and walks inside.

“There you are sweetheart.” She smiles.

Dew blinks at the pet name. “Hey Cir, I don’t think I’m up for it tonight. I’m tired.”

Cirrus wrinkles her nose. “Good. If you had anything planned I would have told you no. Now up on the bed.” She waggles her travel sized lotion bottle at him and he chuckles in understanding. He strips down to his boxers and lays on his stomach.

“Feet and shoulders giving you trouble again?” She starts to slick up her hands.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ve got you. Just let me know how the pressure is.” She starts by rubbing up and down his back, just warming him up to her touch. Her cool lotion slick hands feel like a balm against his perpetually overwarm skin. Once he lets himself relax into the repetitive motions she begins to kneed at his tense shoulders. He lets out an involuntary shudder and a little sigh as she gets something to pop, releasing tension Dew hadn’t been able to relieve.

“Feel good?”

“Uh huh.”

She keeps going, feeling around until she finds a sore spot. She taps in warning before digging her thumbs in.

Dew hisses a little but lets her continue.

“Sorry Dewy. I know it hurts but I promise this will help in the long run.” She repeats what she always says when she works at the tense spots.

“It's okay.” He sighs in relief as he feels the muscle start to loosen up.

Once she’s done with that spot, and moves to his other shoulder and repeats. Then she gives his shoulders a gentle soothing rub.

“Gonna get your feet now okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Dew rolls over to his back and scoots up to the head of the bed to make room for Cirrus to sit at the foot. She sets his feet in her lap and squirts some fresh lotion into her hands. As she works at the balls of his feet, they chat idly. Talking about that night’s show, where they're headed tomorrow, wondering what the others are getting up to tonight. Nothing too deep though; they’re both too tired.

When Cirrus finishes with his feet she gives one a playful squeeze.

“That feel better?”

“Lots, thanks.”

“Want me to brush your hair?”

“Please?”

Cirrus moves up to the head of the head and has Dew sit in her lap. She grabs her brush from where she set it on the nightstand and starts undoing the braid his hair is still in from the show. As she brushes, she makes sure to give him a gentle scalp massage as well and they’re both purring in no time. She only stops when it’s clear Dew is in danger of falling asleep right there.

“Ah ah. Shower first stink bug.”

Dew doesn’t even snip at the nickname, just stretches and sighs.

“Come on. I'll wash your hair too.”

That gets him moving a little faster.

[heimdallsram]

━━━━ masterlist. soundtrack. archive of our own. taglist.

title: perennial

pairing: heimdall x female! goddess! reader

"You were a goddess of oaths and vows. It was only fitting that Odin would bind you to his service in only the most ironic way that he knew how: marriage."

this fanfiction contains the following: domestic violence, blood, gore, choking, violent sexual content, bad BDSM etiquette, non-consensual somnophilia, blood drinking, unhealthy relationships, and much more content that may be sensitive to some readers. reader discretion is advised.

*for inquiries about the taglist, please dm me and i will add you to it.

 Your return to Asgard was almost immediately proceeded by an ambush. It was to be expected, really; you had been in Midgard and then Yggdrasil, venturing around in the ice and snow. You were filthy, or your gown was, and you had the smell of nature on you—and for a new bride, that would not do. Sif had warned you of what would happen to some degree, had listed out all of the potential ways they would prepare you for your new life as bride and wife, but you did not think having goat’s milk poured over your hair and skin was quite what she had meant.

 “Makes it soft,” the less than agreeable servant had explained upon your inquiry. You had been asking questions to silence your mind’s rampant worries and she was growing irritated the more you spoke. “A quick mind does not a wife make.”

You were only mildly offended at her tone and words. You had heard far worse from people higher up on the status pole than her; she was a servant that found herself displeased with her position in life. It was her only outlet to take it out on you, so to speak. So you succumbed to her vicious scrubbing to the point your skin burned and your scalp stung when it was pulled into some artistic resemblance of Heimdall’s braids, coiled into oiled leather rope at the nape of your neck. Oil was painted and massaged into your skin; your feet were smoothed free of callouses and your hands softened with herbs and magic; your hair was made agreeable with a sweet smelling solution that you had no name for. You were poked, prodded, trimmed, groomed, and made into the perfect depiction of an Asgardian bride.

Smelling like you had been drowned in a tub of flowers seemed to be more of a privilege. None of the scents reminded you of Vanaheim, but rather they made you recall the scent of the fields in Asgard with their sparse blossoms and rich scent. It was foolish to think they would go out of their way to comfort you with smells of your homeland, especially since Odin had so kindly handed you off to the servant without a word to you.

His anger was not foreign to you. But the way he had threatened you so blatantly—that was new. You had not grown comfortable in your golden cage and it rankled him that you would slip out from under his supervision so easily. You almost thought preferred Heimdall’s open, violent rage to Odin’s quiet whispers of promise; it was easier to stomach someone you could read than someone you could not. You now felt as if you had a time limit on your head and Odin was the one counting down the moments until you, once again, dared to toe the line he had so carefully drawn for you. And you would toe that line again, but it would not be any time soon.

As a way to ease your mind without asking questions or thinking to what the night would entail the closer your nuptials grew, you thought of Brok, Sindri, and Atreus. They had all seemed happy to be around one another, to speak and to converse and jest, even to eat at the same table together. You had counted the seats and noted a chair larger than the rest, one that you presumed may have belonged to Atreus’ father—the one he was so hesitant to mention. It did not appear to you to be of shame, but rather that of a boy who felt he was not quite what his father wanted him to be, a child who wished to strike out on his own and make himself into something worthwhile. In a strange way, it almost reminded you of Heimdall, with his ever persevering loyalty to Odin, constantly seeking his approval through doing that he commanded or what he thought was best for the All-Father. All of the women would jape that Heimdall was like a dog turned out to the fields when Odin denied him, and that was not so far from the truth.

The servant cinched a thick leather belt around your waist while you pondered. Odin was not the kind of man to be kind unless the situation called for it. If he thought someone would harbor doubts of him, he would turn on the mystical stranger that had wooed nations into fighting wars, spilling blood for him. The man who had managed to swindle Freya of Vanaheim into a marriage with vows he had never intended to keep. The god who punished his sons brutally and without thought, for if they were of no use to him they were of no use living. Thor was the better example of the two remaining sons left to Odin; he was beaten into submission and told not to think, to not have his own thoughts and decisions—not drinking, however briefly, and not punishing his daughter, were the few acts of autonomy he had allowed himself. He would not admit it, but Magni and Modi’s deaths had left a scar on him that you knew he felt keenly, for if he had not punished them, perhaps they may not have died needless deaths.

Those boys had not been the brightest tools or the sharpest minds, but their antics and drinking games had been the few highlights of your nights when you found yourself unable to rest and unwilling to endure the company of your past selves. They found you strange, of course, but had allowed you to participate in their drinking games and play referee to their sparring matches. That, of course, had ended rather abruptly after their deaths, and following them not too soon after had been Baldur.

Thor would meet his match too, on Odin’s whim, and he would die for it. You felt it in your gut as deeply as you had ever felt anything before. There was a precedent for abusive fathers and Odin had set the bar higher than it needed to be, one that called for death and bloodshed despite his simpering claims for peace. There was no peace for his family, the one thing that should matter most, and he had already doomed himself in treating them as he did.

Odin made you hateful. Made you angry when you thought about how he treated not just his family, but the entirety of the nine realms. In his search for knowledge he had neglected the truths around him in favor of lies and deception. You would have been overjoyed to have a family as large as he did,  but the brokenness of it all made you wonder if you would have wanted it regardless. You were now marrying into that very family, after all.

The woman pulled you from your thoughts when she slapped your ankle, gesturing for you to lift it. When you did, she made you step into a pair of strangely soft slippers, an odd piece of clothing considering boots were the normal attire even at weddings. Though, if you could not run, you could not get out of your wedding, could you? 

“Lose the wrinkles and frown,” she ordered, peering at your face. She used her thumbs to smooth the furrow of your brows and the twist of your mouth, which had gradually downturned the angrier you had become. “There. You do not have to smile but at least appear as if you are happy to be married, yes?”

When she was satisfied that you did not look as if you would rather drag yourself into a ditch and find the closest weapon to slit your throat, she nodded and held up a mirror for you to look at yourself. It was hard for you not to have your breath leave your lungs, because—well, you looked beautiful. She had made your skin glow, lined your eyes with char in a decorative design that you always saw Heimdall have embroidered on his clothing when you went to the seamstress. In your inner musings, she had placed flowers and sprigs of wheat into the braids so that it looked as if you were wearing a crown of—and you felt your stomach turn at the idea—fertility symbols. But the flowers were of Vanaheim, you noticed, so you kept your remarks to yourself and allowed the woman to take back the mirror.

 “Thank you,” you said, but she was already gone, scurrying out the door with your dirty clothing in her arms and your boots swinging against her side. You watched the door shut and sighed, tiredly, taking a seat by the window where you could see the darkening of the sky and an endless stream of people enter the grand hall to attend your wedding ceremony. Even the small folk outside the walls had been invited inside for the celebration, another one of Odin’s tricks to keep them complacent, and so had the Einherjar, and the Valkyries, and… a strangled sound escaped you at the sight of two elderly people, the woman holding a babe to her chest as the man aided her in entering the hall. The very child you had spared not even a few nights ago after murdering their parents for breaking their vows. Something twisted was eating at your heart at the sight. 

“You look beautiful.” Odin’s voice made your thoughts about yourself twist and shrivel up inside you. You refused to turn to him as he approached, keeping your eyes firmly on the people milling about outside. You spotted Thor and Sif and Thrud, approaching together but splitting off rapidly as they neared the doors. “I didn’t think you could clean up this well.”

And there it was. You finally turned your head to acknowledge him, eyes narrowed. “I can’t have a moment of peace before being married to your dog for the rest of my life?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “You’re angry, I get it. But this is for the best, for everyone involved, you know? I can’t have you traipsing around in the Nine Realms and killing anyone I break vows with. That’s just not how this is going to work if we’re going to keep working together. You’re going to be happy in this marriage and we will be all the better for it.”

“You’re delusional if you think this is going to have an outcome that benefits you,” you whispered in horror. He truly thought he was doing what was best—perhaps for himself, yes, but he had also convinced himself that it was for others, as well. Or perhaps he was manipulating you just like he had Freya, Thor, and Baldur. “You don’t understand—“

“That Var goddesses do not marry, die before their fifth century? Not true.” Odin shrugged, this time, as he withdrew something circular and golden from within his satchel. It shone in the fading light and was etched with countless runes, imbued with powerful magic. Panic started to creep up your chest as you realized what it was. “Now this… I paid a pretty penny for this. I bought it off a merchant in Vanaheim, of all places, but it makes sense that it would be there. I didn’t recognize it at first, it was so rusted and dirty, but I refashioned it into something more suitable. He didn’t even know what he had.”

“You’re going to bind me,” you choked. Your fists trembled, your entire body shook as you stared at the golden collar, so deceptively crafted but still a collar all the same. Angry tears laced with fear threatened to pour down your cheeks at any moment, welling up in your eyes to the point that the gold reflection was blurred and hazy. “You’re going to chain me up like a fucking dog and make me love him!”

Odin waved the collar dismissively. “No, no, you don’t have to love him. I’m not that cruel. He’s still my son, after all. I just want him to be happy and content, is that so wrong?”

“At my expense?” You growled, the sound strangled by both your sore throat and shedding tears. You slapped your hand against your chest to dislodge the pain that grew there. “At the cost of my freedom? How dare you think I would agree to this, you slimy, piece of—“

“Ah, ah, ah! That’s enough of that.” The All-Father snapped his fingers and your anger silenced to pitiful whimpers as the door opened, slowly at first, and then Thor ducked in, the frame to small to quite accommodate the half giant. “Restrain her, would you? I have to put this on before the ceremony or it won’t work correctly.”

There was no sympathy in Thor’s eyes as you tried to evade his hold, ducking under his large arm and aiming for the door. He yanked you back by the back of your belt and held your arms firm in two big hands, effectively pinning you in place. You kicked, you flailed, you dislodged the wheat and flowers in your hair, you tried to bite, to no avail. Odin unclasped the golden collar leisurely while Thor held you, examining the sheen in the candle light.

“I wish I had found this sooner,” he sighed, taking long, slow steps towards you. “It would have made killing your predecessors unnecessary. No blood would have been shed.”

All of your thoughts slowed to a crawl. “What..?”

“Oh, yes. I killed all of them, every single one after the first.” Odin murmured several incantations over the metal. It sparked bright blue and green and pink. “I admit, it wasn’t my brightest plan. I had intended to sway one of them over to my side, but you all just made it so difficult with the rebirth process. I could kill one and another would be born that would hate me just the same. It took me a while, and a lot of hacksilver and scrolls, and eventually finding you while you were young, but I did succeed in an alternative.”

You screamed and pushed back into Thor’s body as far as you could manage as the cold of the collar touched your throat. “Don’t, don’t, don’t—! No, please!”

“It was a nasty bit of magic to cast and cost me a year or so of life, but I managed to subvert it onto an unsuspecting prisoner of mine. Smart, wasn’t it?” The collar slipped against your skin despite your attempts to get away from it. Odin continued speaking as if you weren’t trying to bite or kick him, a well modulated tone over your wailing. “I thought about letting you figure it out on your own, but that would defeat the purpose of all this, wouldn’t it?”

The clasp clicked into place. Thor did not release you, but his grip slackened just enough that you wrenched yourself free and reached for the back of the necklace, intending to rip it off and sling it at Odin’s face. But it held firm. There was no clasp—it blended seamlessly into the rest of the collar and each jerk agitated the already sensitive bruising on your skin.

Odin watched you struggle for a few moments before sighing. “I stripped you of your ability to be reborn. You’re welcome. Now when you die, it will be permanent this time. No more meddling Var goddesses to interfere with my plans.”

Your hands paused around the metal circle around your neck. It had cut them raw just by trying to yank it off. A coldness started to seep into your belly and suffuse into your entire person, dread sitting heavy on your shoulders. He had not only woven binding spells into the metal, but he had managed to cut away an entire portion of your power—the part that was subconscious, that would allow you to rebirth if you died unknowingly. There were countless other spells that were waiting to be activated by your wedding vows laced into the metal, but you could not bring yourself to care about them as you analyzed the full depravity of your situation.

“You bastard.” You pressed your hand against the wall to steady yourself. You were seeing white spots in your vision, your breath coming in panicked waves, your chest constricting. “How dare you. How dare you! You have no idea what you have done!”

And with the way he chuckled, he certainly did not. “I think I do know what I’ve done. I’ve shackled you into servitude and marriage; the perpetually free Var Goddess, chained at last.”

“You will pay for this in blood, Odin Borrson.” Your eyes burned golden as you stared at him, one hand keeping you upright and the other clenched firmly around your new collar. “This I swear, to the fate that will bind you to your grave and the seas and skies. You. Will. Pay!”

“I bid you well wishes on that endeavor.” He mockingly gestured to  his own throat. “You won’t be doing much of it with that on. Come along, Thor, we have ale to drink and a ceremony to observe.”

The moment the door shut behind him, Thor giving you one—finally—pitiful glance, you slid down onto the floor and pressed your head to the bloody wood. Your hands bled freely, but you did not care as you felt your own heart break and shatter into thousands of tiny pieces. You cried into the wood, wailed your despair into its grooves, slammed your fists against the walls and shook the closet so hard it made the walls rattle. You could feel the moment the collar bound you to submission, forcing you to stop harming yourself and clean yourself up. It sizzled through your veins like fire and you could only fight it for so long before you were upright, tears lining your face like rivers, and casually smudging charcoal over your eyes even as the tears ruined it anew.

There was no Sif to comfort you in the body that was now your prison. There was no wine to drown yourself in as you thought of how ashamed Brok and Sindri would be if they could see you now, defenseless and hopeless. Their gift would not help you now; it would take you out of Asgard and you would end up coming right back, pulled by the endless spells on the metal.

You were trapped.

And when a servant slipped in silently to give you tea to prevent conception, with a single word written in Sif’s handwriting on a piece of parchment tucked underneath the cup, you could only cry and rage and pick yourself back up before the collar forced you to do it all over again.

“I’m so sorry,” you told yourself, the air around you, the blood in your veins. “I’m so sorry.”

No endless mutterings of sorry would not fix this. And nothing ever would.

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taglist: @versiesleeps

[haitanishousehold]

Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character.

1.Celebrities

16/10/2010, Saturday

"What the fuck is Valhalla doing here?" Ran Haitani barked, looking out of the private VIP room through a one-way mirror. He took a sip of his drink, observing a bunch of guys in their twenties, laughing, drinking and apparently having a night of their life.  

"Let's fuck around and find out." A voice came from the other end of the room. 

The oldest Haitani raised his perfectly trimmed brows and turned around, meeting a view of a black haired girl, hovering over the small table and sniffing a line of white powder. "You should quit this shit." 

She sat straight up, wiping her nose with the palm of her hand. "And you should mind your own business, dear brother" After a few minutes of getting accustomed to the very well known uncomfortable feeling of powder in her airways, Sora got up on her feet and headed to the door. "Let me see them."

Without waiting for permission, Sora left the room. Immediately the music became much louder, blasting in her ears and making her whole head vibrating. It would be disturbing if not the amount of drugs and alcohol in her veins. 

Sora spotted the said guys and waited for the occasion, pacing there and back among the crowd. It was around 1am and the atmosphere was quite hot, since everyone was waiting for Rindou Haitani to take the DJ's console over. He was quite a star in Roppongi, that was what most likely attracted people to this exact club. Haitanis' parties were unforgettable. Still that was said by a people that never experienced Haitanis' private party in their fancy house. 

Anyway, soon later an occasion appeared. One of Walhalla's guys stood up and went through the crowd, possibly to get more drinks. 

Sora made her way through dancing bodies, straight in the way of the Valhalla’s delinquent. Purposely bumping on him, she pretended to stumble back and threw herself lightly against the wall.

„Fuck, I’m sorry” Boy with blonde, a bit longer on the front hair immediately got to her and grabbed her hand. His eyes were wide open and that was the only visible emotion since the majority of his face was covered by a black mask.

„It’s okay, my bad'' She muttered, pretending she hit the back of her head against the wall. Massaging her skull, she held her head up, looking straight into his blue eyes. 

„No, for real, are you hurt? Should I take you home?” He sounded really worried. Noticing he’s still holding a hand of a girl he’s never seen before, he let go and scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner. 

„For real, I’m fine. I’m looking for my brothers anyway” She shrugged his offer off, straightening her body up. „Maybe you’ve seen two lanky guys, one with blonde-black hair and the other with blonde-blue?” Sora didn’t want him to know who she is so describing Ran’s signature braids would be shot in the knee.

Masked guy wondered for a few seconds and shook his head. "Nope. Come with me, I'm here with friends and our table is in a place with a good view. Bet you'll spot your brothers sooner or later" He proposed, taking a step back to keep a respectful distance. "Nah, I know this one. You'll take me first to your table, then home, then kill me and rape me. I'm not that stupid, sir." Sora said, raising her eyebrows and crossed her hands on the chest. She looked at him challengingly. 

"I would never ever touch a woman without consent but if you ask me, I prefer to have sex before killing my partners." Unnamed boy shrugged his arms dramatically and Sora genuinely bursted out in laughter. 

"You're a funny one, got me. Take a lead" Haitani sighed capitulary and motioned her hand to the tables. 

"In an exchange for my protection and observation spot, help me carry drinks, okay?" He asked and walked off in the opposite direction. Sora quickly agreed and followed him.

As soon as they reached the bar area, Sora took the stranger's hand and pulled him to one of the cashiers. "There's not many people" She explained, but the true reason was quite different – she didn't recognize this particular cashier so there wasn't a risk of them calling her "miss Haitani". Since the club belonged to Ran and Rindou, she was almost every Saturday here and knew all the staff. Especially barmans. 

"What's for you?" He asked when it came to ordering drinks. Sora quickly refused, explaining she's had enough already. They took five glasses of various alcohols and drinks and headed to the table that the masked guy pointed to as his. 

"So, those on the left are my brothers, Chonbo and Chome" he pointed with his chin on the two guys, when they reached the said table. The one called Chonbo turned out to be a bald man with a tattoo on his face. The other, Chome, had a characteristic hairstyle, containing dark and blonde swirls. "and that's Kazutora" Sora looked at the guy she recognized as soon as she heard his name. "My name is Choji, by the way." The one that accompanied her for the past several minutes finally revealed his name. After Sora presented herself, Choji looked around like he was looking for somebody. "Where's Hanma?" 

Immediately from behind them came a voice. They both turned around to meet a significantly taller guy. First thing that Sora noticed was his hands. Hands with two kanji tattoos on the tops. The second she looked up and met his eyes, she knew her little spying mission was done for good. "It's Sora, I met her…" Choji started but was immediately cut off by Hanma. 

"Sora Haitani, isn't it? We met once. " He said and a side smirk grew on his face. 

Sora sighed and left her arms down in a gesture of surrender. "Nice to finally meet you, Reaper. I don't think I remember us meeting before." Behind her Choji sat down next to Kazutora and along with the others observed the situation in silence. 

"I'm not surprised, I was just a watcher of the famous Roppongi Hai-Manic War. It was impressive how you slashed the girlfriend of Mad Maniacs leader with a machete." Hanma explained still in a playfully tone of voice that he was barely dropping. 

"You must've seen somebody else. Officially, I wasn't there. Matter of fact, she shouldn't have tried to interrupt the fight." She responded with as angelic smile as she could pull. "Anyway, quite a celebrity table you have here, don't you?" Sora swiftly changed the topic. "The Reaper and the guy that took Black Dragon's founding leader down, nice" She nodded towards Kazutora. Almost invisible shadow ran through Hanemiya's face. 

"Said you? Bet the whole S-62 is coming over for dinner every Sunday. Take a sit, Haitani." Hanma offered and passed the girl, taking a place next to Choji's two brothers. "Every Wednesday, actually. I'm gonna go. Just checking what Valhalla is doing here when you've got nice clubs in Kabukichou."

"We mean no harm. Just celebrating Hanma's upcoming birthday" Choji rushed with explanation, wishing for nothing different than a fun night. Causing a fight in the heart of Roppongi wasn't on his to-do list. 

"Happy Birthday then. Wish you a very bloody Halloween." Sora grinned and turned around. "Have fun, gentlemen"  And before anybody got a chance to say anything, she got lost in a crowd. 

"Really? Out of all the fucking girls in this club, you had to bring here Sora Haitani?" Chonbo scoffed, looking at Choji. He sighed and gave up on trying to find Sora among other people. "Shut up, you didn't recognize her as well." Masked boy came back at him and took a sip of his drink. "I'm into my sixth drink, I wouldn't recognize our mom, man. Still, you're looking for her like you don't…" 

"Let him live, he's just a delinquent baby, he hasn't heard of Haitanis yet." 

"Oh God, what worst would've happened, Annabelle would come after me with her baton?" Choji scoffed and shook his head. He truly hated his brothers treating him this way. 

"That's not about Ran or Rindou. Sure, they're psychos, but Sora's one of five Yakuza's royal princesses." Hanma explained, scanning the crowd with his golden eyes. When he looked back at his friends, there were three pairs of eyes looking at him questionably. "Daughters of the most prominent Yakuza's families. Old Haitani controls the whole Kantou."

Few agreeing mutters answered him. "Imagine marrying into the family like that" said Chome, sighing dreamily. 

"Hold on, cowboy" Hanma let out a small giggle. "So far I know, that's not like she's ever gonna have a word to say in Yakuza. That's about hierarchy and she has three older brothers, so I don't know what would've to happen for her to take the lead. Yet, Haitanis are obsessed over their heritage so I bet my bike she's gonna make some poor guy drop his family name and take Haitani" Hanma finished his elaboration with a shake of his head.

"I'd give up on my family name to be Haitani, no cap" Chrome stated with death serious expression.

As per command both Choji and Chonbo turned their heads in his direction with pure outrage on their faces. "Traitor."

Soon after the little fight ended, Sora had already reached the VIP room. 

"They're just hanging out, nothing more" She explained to her brothers and new faces in the room. Suddenly, she felt her head dizzy and clumsy dropped herself on the sofa. She put her elbows on the small table in front of them and rested her head on her hands. 

"Too much? I told you." Ran sighed and looked through the window one more time. " They gonna clash with Toman soon, huh?" He asked, looking in the direction of new arrived men. 

Haruchiyo Sanzu took his mask off and pushed it into the pocket of his black pants. Then he nodded and hummed, confirming. 

"Hopefully they'll win, Mikey has become greedy" Ran said, sitting on the sofa and taking a sip from his glass. "Sorry, Mucho" He muttered towards the man sitting next to Sanzu. Mucho said something that sounded like "okay" and the silence laid down between people in the room.

"You okay, Sora?" Yasuhiro Mutou asked, looking at his friend's sister who hasn't spoken a word since she clapped on a seat. 

"Gonna go home, I guess." She managed to articulate, still feeling her head spinning around. 

"I'll call Max up" The oldest Haitani offered, pulling his phone out of the pocket and made a quick call. "He'll be here soon". Max was Haitanis driver and Ran trusted him almost as much as he trusted his friends. 

The next thing Sora remembered was the fact that she stood outside of the club, in front of the backdoor, reserved for VIPs. By her side, Yasuhiro Mutou, infamous Ghost of S-62. And she was hanging in his arms. "Sora please, get yourself together, someone's gonna see us" Mutou moaned out miserably, looking on the right and left. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, would it be that bad? Are you ashamed of me?" Sora muttered into his chest, inhaling the scent of his most likely expensive perfume."

Mucho took a deep breath. He hated dealing with his drunk girlfriend. At least when he himself was sober. "We had this talk a million times. We can't out ourselves." 

Sora pulled off of him and dramatically turned her back on him. "Fine, I'm Haitani and I don't beg anyone. Go marry my brothers if you care about their opinion more than about me" She spat and looked around, waiting for the driver.

"This is not… Nevermind. Just go to bed as soon as you're home, okay?" Mucho's tone softened a bit. 

"I'll do whatever I wish" Sora responded, slurring a bit. It wasn't her night for sure. Thank God, black Mercedes finally showed up and parked in front of her. Max got out to open the passenger door. 

"You know what? It's not dating if only we know about this. Go back inside and find a girl without brothers. Or with brothers you're not gonna be scared of" That was all he heard before Max closed the door and the car soon drove away. 

"I'm not…" Yasuhiro started but it was already too late. "Spoiled brat" he muttered to himself before, in fact, going back to the club. 

"Home, miss Haitani?" Max asked from the driver's seat. 

"Well, if you ask me, another club, but I don't want Ran to be on your back for this." Sora giggled and rested her back against soft seats. 

The rest of the drive she didn't even remember the next day. All that was left in her head was Max offering his help with going to bed, but as Sora refused, he had nothing more to say. She must've somehow gotten there by herself, since early morning's lights welcomed her in her own room. 

17/10/2010, Sunday

11:27AM. That was what Sora’s phone was saying as soon as she opened her eyes. Along with a couple text messages from Mucho and one missed call. „Thanks God for DND” She thought to herself, throwing the phone back in the sheets. Autumn’s sun was already breaking in between waves of window’s curtains, making Sora’s headache even more painful. When she finally decided to get up, she grabbed one of Rin’s oversized shirts and after quick tooth brushing, she ran down the stairs straight to the kitchen. She already heard Ran and Rin bickering over something, which was unusual for Ran to be up that early after a night of clubbing. After all, he was known as a sleeping beauty.

But there was another voice that Sora didn’t recognize at first. She pushed her head behind the door frame, scanning the spacious kitchen and finding the source of her confusion – Izana Kurokawa himself.

„No way!” She yelled out, fully entering the room and in a few steps reaching the guest. „It’s been centuries, Izana.” A quick hugs were exchanged before she took a seat on a hooker chair next to Izana. 

„Morning Haitani to you too” A mutter reached her ears from the other side of the kitchen. Turn of the head revealed Yasuhiro pressing his back against the wall, half sitting on the windowsill. 

„Oh God, I’m used to you here like to our furnitures, I haven’t seen Izana in ages. Where have you been, loca?” She asked, stealing Ran’s cup of coffee and taking a few solid sips. 

„Not the Twilight quotes” Rindou whined pouty, leaning flat with the upper side of his body on the counter. „You missed my performance, Sniffany.” 

„Don’t come at me with Sniffany” Sora scoffed and stood up, about to go around and find some painkillers. 

"And Sniffany didn't miss anything, you're gonna blast this same shit over and over every night from today to next Saturday. Trust me, Izana in Yokohama isn't missing it" Ran said smoothly, raising one of his eyebrows. 

"You're living now in Yokohama?" Sora turned around after she swallowed two pills and came back to her seat next to Kurokawa. After receiving a nod in answer, she asked another question: "Well, finally visiting old friends. Why not earlier?" 

"Actually, I'm gathering S-62 again." 

Sora eyed him carefully, taking a sip from her own glass of water to get herself some time to think about the answer. Izana has always given her weird vibes so she'd rather watch her mouth. "Why?" She asked after a solid several seconds of silence. 

Izana giggled shortly in response and stared at her with his big eyes. "The balance of power in Tokyo is about to change dramatically."

"If you mean Valhalla and Toman…"

"No, that's the kids' fights. I'm talking about real criminal syndicate I'm about to establish. But not gonna lie, Valhalla might be useful. I'll let them kill each other." Izana explained with his characteristic, a bit weird smile plastered on his face. "You, dear Sora, can help the case as well!" He said out of the blue, putting both of his hands on Sora's arms. Following her confused look, he continued: "Ran just told me about your failed spying mission from last night. Go and contact this boy you met, a spy in Valhalla would be very useful. Just as our Toman's spy" Izana looked at Mucho, who was now looking out of the window, apparently trying to avoid the conversation. 

"No way Izana, I can't associate myself with any of this shit. If I got arrested, I'd be done for life" Sora shook her head and sighed. "Plus, I'm getting my ass beaten on the Uni, final exam soon."

"Huh?"

"Sora's studying law. She's gonna support our father's business after she gets her license." Rindou joined the conversation.  Usually, they both were overprotective and wouldn't really just let anyone drag their little treasure into gang shit like that, but Izana was different. They trusted Izana and even if they weren't gonna admit it, he had some kind of power over every member of the Brutal Generation. 

"Indeed, as you see, can't disappoint old Renny."

"Neat, we will need attorneys in Tenjiku too. I'm not asking you to take part in the fight, just to sniff around. Come on, be a good girl for uncle Izana." He said in his typical sweet voice and moved his hands to the girl's cheeks, cupping her face. 

"I will not call you uncle…" She mumbled.

"You'd rather call me daddy Izana?" Kurokawa asked playfully, raising his eyebrows. 

"Izana." Ran growled in a warning tone. Izana immediately took his hands off and held them up in a defensive gesture. 

"Just joking, chill out. You know very well she's our S-62's little sister. It's about code; it's about honor!" Izana said and laughed out loud. 

"Code?" Sora muttered. 

"Men code. You're not fucking with your homeboy's sister. Never" Ran nodded with closed eyes, apparently trying to look like an old sage. 

Sora shot Mucho a side eye look, but he was as nodding as the others. 

"Exactly. I'd beat the ass of anybody that tried to touch my sister if I had one." Izana added, answered by agreeing nods from the brothers. "Anyway, come on Sora, I'll give you something cool."

"I can afford everything cool sweetie, no way." 

"I'll give you you own division in Tenjiku."

"Wait, what? My own division? You'd make me a captain?"

"Hold on, kid. Wasn't that you saying you're not gonna get involved in gangs?" Ran interrupted. 

"Yes, but this is different! I wouldn't settle for being an average soldier under some dude."

"But you know you have to join a gang first to get a promotion for captain?" Mucho suddenly spoke up. He had always been the quiet one, so nobody really even noticed he's not very much into the following conversation. 

"Tried once, Osanai made fun of me. Said gangs are not for women and stuff. When he found out it was me that asked, came here to apologize and invite me personally." Sora told a short story, playing with the glass between her hands. 

"What did you say?" Asked Izana, suddenly interested. 

"That if he doesn't get out of my face in three seconds, I'll let Richard bite him."

"Who?" 

"Our doberman, Richard." 

"Oh. See? That's what I think you'd make a great captain. Famous Haitanis charisma. Only if you do me a little favor."

Sora sighed deeply and looked up at him. "You're manipulating piece of trash, Kurokawa. I'm in". She'd swear she could hear Ran and Rin rolling their eyes. 

"Fantastic!" Izana clapped his hands. 

"Don't get too hyped up. I don't know anything about this guy but that his name is Choji. 

"I think I follow Hanma on Instagram, let's see if he tags him anywhere" Rin muttered, grabbing his phone from the counter. He tapped the screen a couple times and murmured under his breath with interest. "There he is and I know him". Ran, Sora and Izana leaned over his phone to have a look, even Mutou approached the counter and now was hanging over Rin's left shoulder. "Remember cousin Makoto? We used to play with him all the time back then. This guy lived right next to him. Streets call him "The Rat"" Rin explained. 

"This is him? Interesting." Ran straightened up and went back to his former place. 

"Why "Rat"?" Yasuhiro asked, finally sitting on the third and last hooker chair. 

"He never plays clean. Always using weapons 'n shit." Rin explained quickly.

"Maybe he's a lost Haitani?" Izana suggested, eloquently looking at each of Haitanis. 

"Nope, we're naturally brunettes." 

"Anyway, contact him, Sora. Or wait, no. Wait for him to contact you. I heard Reaper isn't as stupid as he looks, it would be pretty clear." "If he won't text me, I'm gonna just pretend to accidentally meet him somewhere. Trust me, I'm good at turning destiny into my favor. Anyway, where is your tail, Mucho?"

"My what?" 

"Your tail, strawberry blonde hair, doll eyes and big ass katana, any recall?"

Yasuhiro suddenly sighed. "I don't want him to know about Tenjiku yet. He seems to be dead loyal to Mikey."

Sora blinked a couple times. "Very friendly of you, scheming behind your vice captain's back." She stated with a coldness in her voice that made Mucho look up at her with a short snort. 

"You don't know anything about it. Speaking of Sanzu, gotta go, we're cleaning my car today." Mucho excused himself and grabbed his keys from the shelf. "We'll be in touch, guys." He said and after quick "byes", left the room.

"I'll walk you to the gate, need to get Richard from outside too" Sora said, walking after him. 

They walked in complete silence. When they reached Mucho's black car parked on the driveway, Sora stood on her toes and gave the man a quick peck on the lips. "Come on, kitchen is on the other side of the house." She complained, seeing his furrowed eyebrows. "When will I get a private audience with you?" 

"Can't say, I've got a lot going on currently" He said dispassionately. "See ya, Sora" He placed a small kiss on her forehead and got in the car before she could've said anything. 

He didn't wave; in fact he didn't look at her for a second as he backed out of the driveway. Sora looked after him before closing the gate. It was the coldest goodbye he had ever said to her. 

18/10/2010, Monday

Sora didn't hear from Mucho since he left Haitanis' household. He hadn't responded to her three texts, and didn't pick up the phone. 

19/10/2010, Tuesday

[Yasuhiro<3] 11:23AM: sorry, been busy, I'm good

20/10/2010, Wednesday

There were moments when the world seemed to close in. When there was no oxygen in Sora's lungs and she thought she's gonna die. One would say this is how rejection and sudden cold attitude affects someone in love, but Sora knew better, that was the price she was eventually paying a price for going days with two, three hours of sleep, best grades on the uni, barely even eating, yet being able to meet with friends here and there, party every Saturday. But apparently, giving up wasn't an option – there was still an exam to pass and life to live. So when her head was starting to spin and she felt her legs giving up, she'd just sit down for a minute and then keep going. Drowning herself in countless books, notes, examples of legal cases and so had one advantage more – wasn't leaving any space for intrusive thoughts she had been having. 

Sora didn't quite understand why she was getting unbearably sad when her phone would light up and she was grabbing it only to find out it wasn't Mucho. Why overthinking the reasons for the unexpected change of behavior gave her a physical, stabbing ache in chest. Why would she naive hoping he was about to call. It couldn't be because of her stupid feelings towards a stupid man, with a stupid smile that would always light up her days, with a stupidly nice smell of cologne and stupid big, safe chest. Couldn't be. It was a natural body reaction for stress, tiredness and so on. 

Sora found herself staying in her room more than she used to. She would shortly tell Ran or Rin off that she's studying, which wasn't even a lie. "Only till exam" she thought to herself while hovering over a white line in order to stay up the whole night. Last time when she slept, she had a terrible nightmare about stupid Mucho with a new treasure hanging on his arm. Sora wasn't going to let it happen again. 23/10/2010, Saturday

Ran noted in his head that Sora rejecting Saturday's part was such a weird situation. But there was nothing odd in stress eating her up when there was only a week left until her exam? He did actually notice that she was looking worse lately. But she would ask for a help, if something was going on, right?

25/10/2010, Monday

Even if she hoped for a text from Mucho, the phone lightening up wasn't a complete waste of time. Just as Izana predicted, last week's Sunday's evening brought Sora a new friend that now she was seeing everyday – Choji actually pulled out his hidden stalker and got her number. Turned out that he was a nice, fun guy and even if the whole agenda was setted up, she found honest pleasure in spending time with him. They shared the same sense of humor, taste in Chinese food and horror movies. Sora was still shocked how close you can become with somebody over a few days. 

"Fuck, I need to go, damned Hanma" Choji muttered, looking at the text he had just gotten. "I'm so sorry Sora, I'll drive you home, okay?" He asked, looking over at his newest friend who was currently stuffing her cheeks with fried noodles. "Huh?" She mumbled, trying to swallow. "Valhalla things?" 

"Yup, Hanma's big ass leader now" He rolled his eyes. 

"Take me with you, please" She whined, hanging on his arm. "Please, please, please!" 

"For what? There's nothing interesting and that old arcade stinks of mold" He shook his head. 

"I want to join, I didn't know how to ask but see, it's just a perfect occasion!" 

"Why do you want to join?"

Sora sighed and shoved herself away from him. That was a time for an Oscar worthy performance. "There's someone in Toman I have unfinished business with". Choji kinda expected it. He wasn't going to ask specifically, but Sora mentioned she used to date a guy from Manji Gang so it was understable she was going to hold a grudge against Mikey's squad.

"I'll take him down for you, but you don't have to…"

"You don't understand Choji" She groaned and laid back on her back. They were in the park, sitting on the blanket and catching the last rays of sun. "I won't be satisfied until I don't get him myself, smash his head against the concrete until his brain is leak…"

"I got it, I got it. God, you're disgusting" He exhaled dramatically. "I'll take you if you really want. But don't cry later"

"Thanks, Rat" She genuinely smiled brightly and hopped up on her feet. "Let's go!" It took them a while to arrive in Valhalla's hideout because of the traffic and the meeting had already started. Choji tried his best to not get the attention, but other members decided to greet their captain and eye the newcomer, dressed in an oversized hoodie, the hood on their head and a mask on their face. Choji didn't want to make a show with a girl walking by his side to he asked Sora to cover herself and hide her gender as long as possible. 

But when Hanma saw his captain finally arrive, he demanded his presence next to him. Hanma had always been all into shows.  And when they stepped out before the whole crowd, Sora just took her hood off along with the mask and smiled. 

"Is it you again, Haitani? No fucking way, you homemade Mata Hari. What this time?"

a/n: Hi everyone! Thank you to anybody who decided to read it. Hope you'll stay. Just to inform, canon might bend here and there plus english isn't my first language so there might be mistakes bigger or smaller.

[witchthewriter]

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑜𝑙! (And yes I fancast Bob Morley as Chaol). Chaol is a very mature person, he has a strong moral code that he always follows. He needs someone who can both go along with that but also challenge it. You would be perfect together. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Actually hates the company of most people, and tolerates those around him. But with you, god, it’s different. He can’t get enough of you. 

Is actually really jealous. He doesn’t like any guys talking with you for too long

Likes to run his finger down your spine. He revels in the goosebumps that form on your skin

Seeing you sad breaks his heart. He will go out and buy all your favourite things and surprise you in the afternoon. Definitely uses his standing to get you out of work

Will wake up earlier than you just to watch you sleep. It puts his mind at ease seeing you next to him

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Beautiful War by Kings of Leon

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” (You) x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.” (Chaol)

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (Chaol)

Grumpy Boyfriend x Caring Girlfriend 

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Only one bed; this is how he realised his feelings for you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How thoughtful you are; you do little things knowing that Chaol would like them - and it’s so touching to him that the first time he cried. He isn’t used to being remembered like that. And it made him fall in love with you even more. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Aelin! Yes, she has a lot of power but you absolutely love her because of who she is - not what she has. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix between Elide, Yrene and Manon. I think you have such a healer type of energy about you, but also a lil witchy and dark academia. There’s so many elements to your personality. But ultimately - you do have a maternal energy about you. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You found a baby dragon egg (not knowing what it was) and kept it at home. You thought it was a bird’s egg. And thought you were saving the potential chick - however it was not a bird. But a deformed dragon egg. And a month later out cracked a leathered, winged creature. Who ended up breathing fire. 

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑛! GOD I LOVE THIS MAN. He would treat you RIGHT. He would treat you PERFECTLY. Harwin would do WHATEVER YOU WANTED. IM SERIOUS, HE’S PERFECT. Protect you? YES. Love and adore you? YES. Make sure that you’re thriving, that you’ve eaten and that you’re hydrated? YES, YES AND YES. He just wants the best for you. He just wants you to thrrriiivvveeeeeeeeeee.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Absolutely loves giving you piggy back rides

Types of husband to talk about you to everyone with such pride. Talking of your accomplishments, or even your hobbies! He just wants people to know how amazing you are 

Massages your feet after a long day

You like braiding his hair and he ... absolutely loves it. You do it at night, like a protective hairstyle, so in the morning he has glorious hair

Automatically gives you his cloak, even if it isn’t cold. He just goes, “ah yes you need more warmth,” even if you’re sweating...

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Dumbass (Harwin) x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass (You)

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

Malewife x Girlboss

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Literally the perfect character for The Body Guard™

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

The way you care so much for people. It’s rare. Especially in this world. Everyone is always wanting something, their ambition is overwhelming. You can smell it throughout King’s Landing. But you, no. You actually want to be there for others, to make a change. A good change. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Rhaenyra!!! She would absolutely adore your company. You would be the person who gives her brilliant advice. She would come to you with her most inner worries. You helped her a lot during her mother’s passing. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mixture between Alicent, Rhaenyra and Helaena. There aren’t a lot of people like you in this world - you seem like such a lovely, well-grounded person. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

(I just made you of Valyria descent so you could have a dragon because it would be unfair if you didn’t get one-)

You would have the dragon, Dreamfyre. I think you have this otherworldy, fae vibe to you. Like you could be Queen of the Fae themselves. And with Dreamfyre, she’s the mount to those who are dreamy yet bold. You two would bond at a young age - and you would be inseparable. 

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐾𝑎𝑧! He would work well with you because you both have a love for a calmer atmosphere. You’re both introverts and prefer the company of each other. He’d also be incredibly loyal to you, and protect you without hesitation. He’s the type of guy to burn the world if it meant saving you. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You knew who he was, and had no need for him at all. But god did he need your services. 

A grisha yourself, he needed you for a specific job. And it was during this job that he caught feelings. He didn’t mean to, nor did he want to. But it happened. It was goddamn destiny. You two were soulmates. 

You’re quite good with herbs and healing. So you help Kaz with his aches and pains. He really appreciates it. Because it’s such kindness that he isn’t used to. 

You’re the ONLY PERSON who can make him smile. Or who he will let touch him. 

He treats you like a goddamn Queen. Say what you will about Kaz, but he will do whatever for the people he cares about. He loves buying you jewels, presenting you with jewellery. He loves the way your eyes light up. The blush that forms on your cheeks. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I Want Your Love by the Toadies

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon and His Star

Cheerful Optimist x Grumpy Asshole

Moral/Emotional Support

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you stand strong in your opinions and your beliefs.You don’t let anyone stand in your way or tell you what to do. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Jesper!!! He makes you laugh all. the. time. And you two have a lot of chemistry. He had a bit of a crush on you but then Wylan came along and he fell in love with the bomb artist. But Jesper never forgot your friendship. You’re the person he automatically seeks out. Even if you’re with Kaz, he’ll third wheel without shame. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix between Inej and Zoya. I think you have a stoicness to yourself. Grace, poise and maturity. You know what you believe and don’t care what others say. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A black cat that follows you evERYWHERE. You’ve called him Shadow. He goes wherever you go. You don’t even have to call him. He’s just ... there. 

[goodlawman]

{Be Brave} She holds her cone just over her shoulder where Raylan can easily lean forward for a lick or bite as it please him, while they sit on the back porch steps ~a throwback to their lives in Harlan~ and watch Willa doing Indy-500 laps on her bike. It still has training wheels and it wobbles a little on turns, but she's trying so hard. "Wha' ya gonna do or say, love, wen come dat day she tell you she applied an' got accepted at Glynco?"

Raylan's chest pressed against her back as he leaned forward to take a lick of the offered cone, pausing in his attempt to locate and massage out every knot in Beth's shoulders. She hadn't asked but as they sat in easy silence and watched Willa expend the last of her post-dinner energy, idle hands made their way to her shoulders, thumbs pressing into muscles and working them firmly. Truth be told, he took any excuse to lay hands on his Wildcat as long as she allowed.

He stayed leaning forward a little question as her question dug into concerns voiced before Willa had little more than wisps of fine blonde hair on her head, gumming tiny fists while she tried to make sense of the world she'd been newly delivered into. "Y'know Sutter's kid told him she was going to be a marshal just like him but the time she graduated, she decided to go into IT instead. Told him there was more stability in the field these days," Raylan murmured quietly, taking the indirect path to the answer instead of running at this one head on.

Willa came to a stop and planted both sneakered feet on the ground. She turned to wave at Raylan and Beth, blonde braids artfully constructed by Beth swinging 'round. At least they'd started out well done and hairs started to escape in the Miami humidity and activity of the day. He straightened up and gave her a wave back, a smile and a nod. A confirmation that he was indeed watching and approved of how well she was doing.

"The first time he mentioned it, I was still working out of Lexington and Willa wasn't but a recent born bean. I hadn't seen her yet, hadn't quite figured how much that first meeting would impact me. I told him that if Willa chose that path, well, there was nothing to be done for it. We all pick our own way and we go it alone." Looking back, he almost felt some shame in the way he'd shrugged it off.

Raylan resumed working Beth's shoulders, knees pressing in against her slight shoulders. "I don't know what I can say. Sort of frowned on these days to discourage your child from pursing the future they want but...there's reason why I don't involve Willa much in my side of the family. There's a cycle of violence that's been there a long time and I rather she was the first Givens that avoided that all, including taking up with a career involves not only receiving but unfortunately having to use it as well."

Willa, sweet, innocent and not yet ruined by the world, rode in circles before them with nary a care outside of which book she'd pick to read before bed and who would read it. Where to hide her green beans she didn't want to eat because Raylan and Beth didn't have a dog like Richard and Winona did. In a flash she lay on a bed before him, monotonous beep in the background indicative of a heartbeat, so still and covered in bandages. Receiving a call that something went wrong in the field -

Raylan snapped back to reality and immediately released the tight grip on Beth's shoulders. "Sorry," he muttered and leaned back into the step behind him, tilting his head back. "I would do it all again in a heartbeat but Willa ain't me. I want her to work in peace, not on the hunt like her old man."

[muselexum]

Skeletons in the Closet

@akagamiko // from here.

When the door shut, she found herself still watching it. It was only when the shadow of his feet stepped out of view that her shoulders deflated, awkwardness and stress leaving her in a gust of exhalation from her lungs. Her palm came up to rub at her forehead, massaging out the furrow that had formed on her brow. She had had a long time to prepare for how uncomfortable this reunion would be- thought she knew what to expect, but it still didn't make her want to crawl out of her skin and hideaway any less.

She looked around her new room once more, that feeling of relief and hope returning to her and stamping out the superficial negatives. She had survived far worse than embarrassment and awkwardness and they paled in comparison to what this opportunity, this new chance at life, could offer her. She walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed and glancing over to where light poured in from the port window.

Her room.

She smiled.

She had picked out some clothes from the wardrobe, the size indeed being a bit off but suitable nonetheless. Washing off the grime from her travels, brushing her teeth and her hair, it all felt as if she were shedding an old skin. A layer of dirt and knots she wished to free herself from and never experience again. Her hair was still damp when her fingers began to weave it into braids, a motion that was etched into her bones. Comfortable, familiar, calming.

With her hair pulled away from her neck, the light of the bathroom glint off the golden pendent that rest by her collarbone. Her fingers came up, thumb running across the grooves on the back in the same way she had always done since she was a small girl. Doing so had always conjured up comforting thoughts of her mother, but ever since Shanks had revealed that it had been his gift, it had become near impossible to separate him from it. She had found that within the past year, whenever she had needed some hope to cling onto, she would reach for her necklace the same way she always had yet it felt different. Lately... lately instead of her mind returning to the past where she could be with her mother, it would take her to the future her father had offered her. Many times during her journey alone, the hope that she could still have a future was all that kept her anchored to this world. Her only lifeline left.

She reached back to unhook the necklace, letting the chain collect in her palm. She rarely took it off, her neck feeling strange without it. Her eyes stared down at the unique engraving, the one Shanks had carved. Was this what her mother had hoped for? Insurance that no matter what happened, Akane would have a chance at being found when the proper time for it came?

Akane walked down familiar hallways, making her way over to the galley. Despite the assurances that she was welcome and wanted here, anxiety still coiled in her chest. Talking was hard. Talking about emotions was even harder. She knew all of this wouldn't be resolved in a day, that it would take time, but she couldn't go on acting as if everything was alright. As if realizing what her mother had kept from her hadn't ripped a new hole in her chest, even if her mother had deemed ultimate secrecy the greatest form of protection. She wanted to scream and cry and yell over what felt like a deep betrayal, the feelings she had buried clawing back up her throat at a rapid pace, threatening to spill over before she could even get a word out. Shanks was the only one who knew enough to understand.

The swinging doors of the galley parted to let her through, her focus immediately being drawn to the island Shanks sat at waiting for her. She offered a smile as she pulled out one of the high stools, commenting as she sat down, "Rum? Where from?"

Her necklace sat heavy in the breastpocket of her button-down shirt, its presence weighing on her as if it were a ball and chain.

[prproductions]

Okay so the idea for this one is that there’s a princess and she went on trip across the seas but her ship ends up crashing and she’s saved by a band of pirates. Her name is Emma and she ends up falling in love with the pirate captain, Eloise, but the thing is Emma is engaged to Elliot who comes to save her after a week. The story starts with Emma back at home. Hope you enjoy!

I can still smell it.

The smell of the sea salt as water sprays my face. I can hear the birds squawking in the distance. I can hear the waves crashing up against the ship and each other. I can feel the wooden deck beneath my feet. I can feel the sun warming my skin. I can feel her on my skin. I can feel Eliose’s chin on my shoulder as she holds me close. I can feel her peppering me with soft kisses. I can hear her whispering to me:

“Good morning Princess.”

“Good morning Eli” I murmur back,

"Baby please, come and eat"

"'m not hungry" I mutter back.

"Please babe, I'll take you out in the boat if you do."

"But we're already on a ship?"

"No we aren't, we're on the balcony of our beautiful bedroom in our palace that you designed."

I’m suddenly brought back to reality.

I'm back home, with my fiancé, Elliot Maignac. This dazzling man with his jet black hair and crystal blue eyes is who I’m with now. His honey tan skin covered in sun kisses are the strong muscles that hold me now. I’m back in my glamorous palace, back to completing my usual duties, back to my actual life, not my fantastical vacation.

I look over my shoulder at him "I'll come downstairs, just let me get dressed first."

"Thank you baby." He places a kiss on my cheek before retreating back out of the bedroom.

I stand there a moment longer looking off into the distance then I slug over to my wardrobe and mentally think over my schedule.

I want something exquisite and glamorous, for my first outfit of the day. I have a ladies’ tea party at noon where all the royal snow bunnies will be in attendance, and I want to look better than them. I’m thinking I wear my baby blue *adjective* dress that shimmers with every step I take. It’s one of a kind, it’s expensive, it’s soft and delicate, perfect for a tea party, and most importantly it’s unlike anything that those snobby, bitchy, rotten coozes have in their closets. It’ll be perfect. It is perfect.

After the tea party, I’ll come home and re-dress for the speech I’m giving to human students at a community college about being your true self or something. This outfit needs to say “success” but it can’t be too flashy— otherwise I’ll seem condescending. Maybe this is a good time to break out that gold gown with opal embellishments?

Finally, I'll end my day by attending a high list gala to commemorate the unveiling of an art gallery on the southeastern side of the mountain, and I have just the outfit for the occasion. I just bought a red and white mosaic dress that came with a matching hand fan and hair piece.

I bounce over to my vanity with my dresses in hand where a slew of maids rush to prepare me for the day. While one feeds me my morning smoothie, three others set to work on giving me my daily massage with warm lotion made from goats’ milk. One time, the Duke of Levingston’s wife, Arya was caught with ashy elbows and was the talk of town for weeks, and I’ll be damned if I make that same mistake. Once finished, the girls separate and each work on a different task. One of them ties my long, coily hair into a web of twists and braids, while another washes and prunes my wings until they’re white and fluffy as clouds. The other two work hand in hand on my makeup. Finally, I’m ready to go downstairs.

“Thank you ladies, you are what I truly missed while lost out at sea.”

“Yes ma’am, thank you man.” The youngest maid answers.

I walk down my hall of mirrors to the floor ledge. I can see Eli is sitting at a table covered in dozens of pastries and fruit yet he hasn’t touched a single one. Instead he’s engrossed in building his model airplane. I smile, he’s so cute. He doesn’t notice when I fly down and take a seat, nor when I start eating the strawberry danishes on his plate.

“Is that the new one you just got?” I ask, turning his attention to me.

Stunned, he stammers out: “Uh- umm, no I’ve had this one for a while, I just haven’t gotten around to making it.”

“What model is it?”

“It’s a Tamiya F4U-1A Corsair in 1/48 scale” He babbled excitedly, “It has *insert chatter about model airplanes here(at least 3 sentences)*”

His hazel eyes sparkle as he rambles on about the plane. I could honestly sit here and listen to him all day.

“*Ahem* My lady.” One of the staff members interrupts us from the door.

“Yes?” I answer through gritted teeth

“Your chauffeur is here.”

Elliot shoots me a confused look.

“Ah yes, the chauffeur.” I smile, then turn to Elliot “I have a ladies’ tea party to attend, but I’ll be back before nightfall.”

I place a quick kiss on his cheek before I hurry out the door.

As the car drives down the mountain, I look out the window at the ocean. I look at the ships rolling along crashing waves. I think of the mermaids swimming deep beneath the waves. I think of the mermaid that we met while at sea…

Chapter 2

Meria…

That was her name…

It was my fifth day out at sea and we were a two days trip from *place*. I was planning to escape as soon as we touched land.