#when hes usually REALLY EFFECTIVE at all kinds of matchups

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Safest with You - Ch. 16 (The Matchup)

8.4K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din comes out of retirement for an unsanctioned boxing match.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Poe is Poe, light violence (non-graphic), boxing match physicality described (by someone who doesn't really know anything about boxing), some machismo and testosterone fueled talk, allusion to thigh riding, semi public sex, established relationship, oral (m receiving), light face fucking, unprotected PiV, recorded sex, panty gag, dirty talk, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), degradation (slut/whore; affectionate), Paz and Din each give reader a little boost/lift once, reader wears a dress.

A/N: Oof! The word count on this one really got away from me - mainly cause it got dirty as heck at the end 🫥 Hope the tension between the clans comes through even though this primarily devolved into filth🤞🏻 And if anyone is wondering, my hc for Al's attack command is "Dracarys" 🤭🤭 Dividers by the awesome @saradika-graphics 🥰

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(I think this is my favourite chapter I've written 🥹 It used to be The Drycleaner, now I think it's this one.)

“Pretty bird, everything will be okay.”

It seems like unretiring is all the rage these days.  First, with the amount of time Din’s been spending working with the Mandos to help contain the recent unrest, you basically consider him to have unofficially unretired. And now this: an unsanctioned boxing match.  You could kill Poe.

There had been a commotion brewing outside Mando’s when you approached with Al earlier this afternoon.  From a few blocks away, you saw two men facing off, speaking aggressively - the tension in their body language evident even from a distance.  Flanking each man were several others, posed to jump in if the confrontation went beyond words.  Once closer, you realized that one of the men having words was Poe and the people standing behind him were Paz and Din - the faces of all three men furrowed and serious.

Remembering what Paz had once said about how he and Din used to have to bail out Poe’s big mouth, you wonder if that’s what’s happening now.

When Din sees you, he takes out his phone and sends off a quick text: Go inside please, pretty bird.

You nod when you see the message and head straight for the side door entrance to Din’s place; you’ve almost got your key in the lock when you hear someone speak out, “Nice to see you again, sweetheart.”

You’re not sure where he came from, but you recognize the slimy sneer of one Gorga Hutt right away.  He’s walking towards you without any heed to the situation playing out only a few meters away; from the corner of your eye you see Din turn, ready to come and intervene, but you’ve got this.  You’ve just come from Peli’s and listened sympathetically as she ranted about the recent attack of vandalism on her shop, you were not in any mood to tolerate men who enjoyed attempting to intimidate a woman.  Whispering the trained command into your dog’s ear, you hold on tight to the leash as Alfredo goes absolutely bonkers, snarling and snapping his jaws while growling viciously.  The effect is instantaneous – Al’s booming barks silence whatever is happening between the men in front of the gym, and Gorga quickly rejoins them, forced to walk backwards as you advance, holding taut the leash that’s being pulled by your attacking dog.  When you step to Din’s side, you pull up and lean down to pet Al’s head, whispering the stop command he so perfectly learned; and just like that, Al stops barking and sits, the only noises from him are happy pants as he absorbs your praise and ear scratches.

Wordlessly, you give Din a kiss on the cheek and turn to go upstairs to the apartment like you had originally planned.  As you get to the front door you hear:

“If only Mando’s boxers had that kind of attack in the ring.”

“Fuck you.” 

Poe’s incredulous response is the last thing you hear before the door closes behind you.  Upstairs, heart still pounding, you focus on getting Al fresh water and giving him soothing pets to help him calm down.  The attack command was one that you had worked hard on with your trainer, but you rarely use it (if ever), because of the stress it puts the dog under.

Din enters the apartment half an hour later to find you and Al snugging on the sofa, your face buried in the soft neck scruff of your dog while he rests his snoozy head on yours. 

“Hey pretty bird, you and Al okay?”

“Mhhmmmm,” you mumble, face full of fur.  You feel the couch dip near your head as Din sits down and then you feel his big rough hands start to gently stroke your hair; you’re positive Al is getting the same treatment.  When you look up, you’re stunned to see that Din has the beginnings of a swollen lip and a little cut near the upper left corner of his mouth.

“Din!” you immediately sit up and scramble into his lap to check the rest of him over.

“I’m okay, baby, don’t worry.  This,” he points to his lip, “is friendly fire.  Courtesy of an overexcited Poe.”

“Geez Louise,” you shake your head, “but it ended with fists, whatever was going on downstairs?”

Sighing, Din leans back and presses the heel of his palms to his eyes, “As it often does when Poe gets feisty.”

Apparently, when Poe had pulled up to the gym today, he had spotted two lower-level Hutt family members milling around on the same block, seemingly doing nothing.  Tensions running high from the recent incidents of mischief, Poe had accused them of having less than innocent motives for hanging out where they were.  The shouting match escalated to where a few Mandos had come out from the gym to see what was happening and a few Hutts had driven up to back up their brethren.

Then, apparently, Poe had been likened to a chihuahua whose only useful purpose was to “use his yap” to summon his guard dogs, which had set off a string of verbal diatribes where Poe, defending his little chihuahua honour, had disparaged the physical prowess and effectiveness of the Hutt family’s own “dogs” and the lackluster success of their business ventures.  Being Poe, he needled in on the Hutt’s inability to produce any serious contenders on the boxing circuit recently, a known sore spot for the Hutts.  This led to a proverbial pissing contest where Hutt and Mando’s past and current fighters were compared, more insults were thrown, eventually escalating until the Hutts decided that they would very much like to demonstrate some of these fighting skills that they were being accused of lacking.

You had shown up and left right before things had gotten physical.

A short fisticuffs then ensued where the main challenge for Din and Paz had been holding Poe back and making sure he didn’t get beat; an errant swing from Poe when Din had pulled him away to avoid an incoming punch was responsible for Din’s swollen lip. 

By now, you’ve retrieved a little bag of ice and are holding it up to Din’s lip as he tells you how it all ended.  While still struggling in Paz’s arms, Poe had spit out a challenge: any fighter from Mando’s gym could take on the Hutt’s best fighter, weight class or fight experience be damned.  Gorga had sneered, ‘Any?’ before proposing a bout between the Hutt’s current top fighter and Din, knowing that it’s been years since Din fought professionally.  Caught up in his own pride and that of the Fetts and Mando’s, Poe had shook on it.

You’re in shock.  You don’t even know anything about the other fighter, but you can’t imagine it’s fair to pit someone who’s in the prime of their career against someone who hasn’t seen the inside of a competitive ring for years, no matter how good of a fighter they are. 

“How are you so calm about this?” you’re already filled with anxiety and worry.  Din takes the bag of ice from you and sets it aside, raising your hand to his lip, he gives your knuckles a few ginger kisses.

“Pretty bird, everything will be okay.  It’s a fight.  It’s nothing I haven’t done before.  I’ll train, I’ll fight, I’ll win.  Sure, it might be harder or different than it used to be, but I’ll train harder, fight harder, win harder.  My body knows how to do this.”

That’s true, you suppose.  Din’s in excellent shape, it’s not like his body’s been languid and idle; he’s not starting from square one, he just has to remind his body what it needs to do to win.  “Okay,” you breathe, “so we train.”  Din smiles and repeats back to you, “We train.”

And train he does.  Over the next several weeks, Din’s regimen is strict - his daytime work at the gym is replaced with physical training: cardio for endurance, weights for strength, sparring with each and every boxer at Mando’s to keep his technique on its toes.  He’s given some reprieve from any nighttime security duties so he can get the rest his body needs, and for this you’re infinitely grateful.

Sadly, you have to stop baking sweet treats for the gym, but instead, spend your time in the kitchen making high protein and carb-based meals to help Din bulk up and stay lean.  You bemoan whenever a little bit of his soft tummy disappears.  You and Al practically move in during this time so that Din stay focused, but mainly so you can take care of him; you suspected that with all the training and prep for the match, Din would neglect proper self care at the end of his tiring day.  After a long day of training, you make sure he takes long soothing baths to relax and soothe his overworked muscles, and not just short showers to get cleaned quickly.  When you start to notice that Din’s daytime showers are leaving his hair dry from the constant shampooing, you bring over your expensive salon-quality hair care products and condition his locks and massage in hair masks all while he lays in the steaming water, eyes closed with his head on your chest.  After you dry him off, Din grinning the entire time you very meticulously rub him down, you’ll wrap the towel low on his hips and shoo him to the bedroom with instructions to lay facedown on the bed.

Lathering him up in massage oil, you push and pull at the long lines of his muscles, working out the tension and kneading his knots, victorious when you feel him melt under your firm and loving touch.  You work your nimble fingers down the strong, corded muscles of his arms and the broad expanse of his back, paying extra attention to where his smooth skin dimples at the base of his spine.

You work diligently and attentively as you straddle his bare ass, and though your intentions are altruistic, inevitably, Din will feel your wetness even through the slippery oil you’ve massaged over his backside.  That’s when he’ll catch you off guard - flipping you over and pinning you beneath him with the weight of his body within the cage of his strong arms.

Some nights you’ll let him win, allowing him to smirk, “Your turn, pretty bird,” before giving him access to your body and letting him pull the most delicious orgasm from you with his talented mouth and fingers.  As a follow-up, he rails you face down into his mattress, leaving you crying and drooling as you come, fluttering around his cock before he paints your walls white.

Other nights, you’ll gently scold him before slowly rolling him back onto his front and climb back on top of him, continuing to massage his overworked body with your hands - pressing and warming his muscles under your skilled fingers as you grind yourself down on the back of his thigh until you come.  Then, and only then, will you let him roll onto his back, just so he can watch you sink your dripping wet cunt down onto his weeping cock and ride him until you both see stars.

The night of the fight finally arrives and you think you and Poe are more nervous than anyone else.  It’s not that you doubt Din’s skill or fighting prowess, you’re just anxious knowing there’s some Hutt in the building whose sole goal tonight is to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.  You’re in the back hallways of the venue where you first met Greef and Jimmy many months ago, but this time you’re the one who led people down the hall to meet the group.  Bea and Lala are here with you tonight, to cheer on Din of course, but mainly as your emotional support; they know how much this matchup has been stressing you out.  Thankfully, as you watch Greef and Din laughing with Jimmy and Paz, and all the Mandos getting hyped for the fight, you find yourself getting swept up in their enthusiasm.

When the time comes for you to go to your seats, you sidle up to Din and gentle pull him away from the group so you can have a little privacy. 

“I’m proud of you, baby,” you whisper, lifting up on your tip toes while you pull him down with gentle hands around his neck.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Din closes his eyes, reveling in this moment of calm with you before what is certain to be a night of chaos, “Thank you, pretty bird.  Couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“You’re gonna do great, Din.  You’re my killer.”  Your lips ghost his and Din sucks in your breath, pulling you closer with his wrapped hands spread wide across your lower back, “… and when you win…”

“You gonna give me a prize, sweetheart?” Din smiles against your mouth.

You nod into his mouth, “… I’ll let you take your prize right in this locker room here.”  The two of you both glance at the door next to you before reuniting your lips for a deep, searing kiss that manages to simultaneously reassure and ignite an electrical current within you.

“Hey!  Save that for after the fight!” yells Greef.  You and Din break apart with a chuckle and you leave him with a “Good luck, killer!  I love you!” blowing him a kiss before taking off down the hall with your friends and Paz.

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The roar of the crowd is deafening.  Despite this being an unsanctioned match, spectators have showed up in droves - drawn in by Din’s celebrated fight history, the underlying clan rivalry, or both.

When Din and the contingent from Mando’s make their ring entrance, the noise level crescendos; you hold on tight to Bea and Lala’s hands and catch Paz’s eye with your own, shining bright with pride as you cheer loud.  Somehow Din discerns your voice over the clamour and as he passes your row looking calm and formidable, he finds you and his eyes soften just long enough to throw you a wink before settling back into a steely glare.  Jimmy, on the other hand, follows behind Greef all pumping fists and testosterone fueled howls.  He hypes up the crowd even more, reaching in to fist bump you and the girls before accepting a hair tousle from Paz’s long reaching arm.

The crowd remains loud but slightly more subdued for the entrance of Din’s opponent, Rotta Hutt.  He’s young, around Jimmy’s age, but way bigger than both Jimmy and Din.  He’s Din’s height if not taller, with most of his heft on display as a wall of muscle in the upper half of his body.  His arms are tree trunks.  His face is impassive but you spy a small curl of a sneer framed by his clean-shaven jaw; all of this topped with a mop of blond hair swept over the front of a high forehead.  He looks… sturdy and you can’t help but recoil a little in your seat when you recognize the same sluggish look that you find is common among the Hutts that you’ve met.  Lala and Bea both make faces that clearly indicate where their loyalties lie.  Paz points out Rotta’s coach who’s walking close behind the boxer, hands on the boy’s shoulders, whispering in his ear, “That’s Ziro Hutt.  He’s a piece of shit.  Guarantee you he’s telling Rotta to fight dirty and pull some illegal moves on our boy since it’s an unsanctioned fight.”

You look at Paz with alarm, but he’s grinning, “Don’t worry, Lil’ Lady.  Din’s got that punk’s number.”

As the fighters go to their respective corners for last-minute pep talks, your gaze shifts over to the crowd on the other side of the ring where you see a continent of Hutts that includes Gorga and his usual lackies.  They’re amped and you can feel a sinister charge to the energy emanating from that side of the room. 

The fighters and their coaches meet in the middle of the ring with the referee as is customary before the coaches retreat back to their corners for the start of the match, but before that happens, all hell breaks loose.  You see Din’s face curl into a snarl before he lunges for Ziro, shoving the slimy man right in his chest with a force that knocks him into the ground; Rotta attempts to retaliate with a punch to Din’s head, and then it’s just a flurry of bodies: the ref trying to get in between, Greef pulling Din off Rotta, Ziro somehow getting up and mixing right back in.  The Hutts on the other side of the ring are up on their feet, jeering, some even advancing towards the ring.  Paz is on his feet and you see the rest of the Mandos do the same from their seats peppered throughout the stands.

The ref directs everyone back to their corners; you see Greef wrangling Din, turning him to face his corner stool before giving him a little shove in that direction.   You don’t know what happened but you know Din must have been provoked; he can’t start the fight in this uncontrolled rage, it won’t fare well if he’s not in a calm, focused mindset.  You make your way ringside and reach up, finger tips brushing gently on Din’s arm.

What you didn’t know is that right before the ref was about to send the coaches back to their corners, Ziro had sneered to Din, “When you lose, how about that pretty girl of yours come spend the night with a fighter that isn’t past his prime?  Someone who has some stamina?”

Din was still seeing red that that asshole even mentioned you, seething with adrenaline fuelled protectiveness.  And possessiveness.  His chest is still rising with each heavy breath, agitation rolling over his entire body in waves; he’s barely registering Greef’s words about calming down, when he feels a soft warmth on his arm.  He looks down and it’s you.  You with your soft smile and pretty eyes, exuding calm and sweetness.  Instantly, his breathing evens and his heartrate slows. 

“Hey pretty bird, things are getting crazy,” he gives you a little lopsided smile, as if the two of you are the only people in this building, your presence drowning out all the outside noise for him. 

You laugh and Din feels his muscles release some tension just at the sound; it’s too awkward for him to lean down and kiss you, but you reach up with both hands and grab on to his wrists, bringing his gloves down so you can lift up and kiss them.  A good luck smooch to each, leaving a lipstick imprint of your perfect lips on each.  Din grins at you.

“Now when you hit that idiot, it’ll be from the both of us,” you chuckle, and again, it’s like there’s no one else here – just you and Din alone in this yelling crowd, eyes and ears only for each other, “Din, don’t let them get in your head, they don’t want you thinking straight cause they know you’re smarter than all the Hutt braincells combined.  Focus and save your energy, killer.”

“You got it, pretty bird,” he flashes you a devastatingly handsome smile, the one that makes your stomach drop every time and tonight’s no exception, you mouth “Love you” before walking backwards to your seat, never breaking eye contact with your man as he mouths it back.

By the time the ref calls the fighters back to the centre of the ring to touch gloves, Din’s back to his steely cool self, focused and calm - ready to take on the world.  He looks so fucking good, the lights shining off his broad shoulders, the strong lines of his muscles flexing and pulsating with each breath.  You mourn the loss of his soft stomach, but suppose if you have to live with this harder trunk of an upper body, you will.  You sigh and Bea leans over to tell you that you’re drooling a little – you giggle out loud.

The ref announces, rather than requests, that it will be a “nice clean fight”; Din and Rotta touch gloves and with a ding the fight starts.

For the first few rounds, you’re learning Rotta’s fighting style and you know Din is doing the same, getting a feel for the younger man’s style, ticks and weaknesses.  Rotta’s light on his feet for someone so big, but Din is faster.  Though Din is older and the frame that he has to move is just as large, his experience in the ring has his muscles well trained, his moves executed by memory alone.  Din anticipates where Rotta will be before Rotta even knows, and his body just follows.

It’s clear by the third round that Rotta favours a right hook, which Din finds easy enough to deflect and more than once is able to combine this knowledge with the Mando roll to devastating effect.  You cheer loudly when you watch Din extend his long right arm in a precisely landed cross punch, retracting it lightning fast with grace as Rotta staggers backwards. 

Where Rotta is a threat is his sheer power - pound for pound, punch for punch, he’s Din’s match.  His size and bulk have the potential to inflict real damage, if Din wasn’t the overall better fighter – Din’s experience and technique are too well honed; Rotta is consistently caught off guard by Din’s moves, and his own in response are amateurish and predictable.  And he’s getting tired - the Mando Roll is making quick work of him.  Poe was right – the Hutt's best boxer couldn’t hold a candle to a Mando’s boxer, certainly not this one. 

By the time the 8th round starts, Rotta is getting frustrated, and as Paz predicted, has started fighting dirty.  He’s pushing and shoving Din into the ropes and attempting to hold him, anything to stall the fight and prevent Din from getting in the combinations that would surely finish him off.  When Rotta barrels head first into Din’s chest, wrapping his arms around Din’s torso and starts to punch his lower back, you’re on your feet and screaming for the foul call before the ref even blows his whistle.  You’re seething - that dirty cheat!!  Rushing over to where Din is drinking from his water bottle, you reach up and touch his leg to get his attention.  He grins immediately upon seeing you, calming your heart a little. 

“You look like you’re going to kill someone, pretty bird,” laughs Din, his voice once again drowning out all the external noise so that it’s just you and him again.

“That neanderthal is going to get it from me if he doesn’t stop with all his dirty shit,” you hiss, though your eyes remain all adoring for Din.  Even when sweaty from head to toe, the impressive cut of his body still takes your breath away.  Fuck, he’s hot. 

“Sounds like I'd be doing him a kindness by knocking him out, then,” grins Din, and the two of you smile at each other dopily, sharing in your little jokes while the crowd around you gets more and more riled up.

“I wish I could reach you,” you lament, pouting.

“Let me help,” Paz has appeared right behind you, no doubt to provide some encouragement for his friend.  With your permission, he crouches and wraps his arm around your calves, and after you’ve steadied your hand on his shoulder, he boosts and deposits you so you’re sitting on the edge of the ring.  You don’t know how much time you have before the match starts again; wasting no time, you reach through the ropes and grab Din’s face, pulling him towards you so you can kiss him through the slit.  The kiss is hard, heady and messy, but it’s exactly what you and Din both need.  “Put him out of his misery, killer!” you shout back as you jump down, sending Din a wink before leaving him, Paz and Greef to talk shop.

When the fight resumes, Din quickly finds that he’s had enough.  The younger boxer isn’t stopping with the illegal moves, starting to throw elbows and attempting to kick.  Clearly on the advice of his uncle, Rotta has foolishly decided that if he can’t win fairly, then he will do everything he can to frustrate Din, be it by stalling the fight, attacking him illegally, or messing up Din’s focus like his uncle did at the start of the match.  No doubt hoping Din will finally make a mistake and open himself up to a late attack.

After Din gets in two quick jabs that Rotta isn’t fast enough to evade, Rotta staggers back, eyes unfocused, and when he shifts forward again, he spits out, “Your girl is real pretty.”

Din ignores him and hits Rotta square in the jaw with a blinding cross.

Swaying to the side, Rotta doesn’t know when to quit, “She’d look even prettier with my cock in her mou-”

You think you actually hear the sound that Din’s upper cut makes when his glove hits Rotta's chin.  The crowd silent as the crushing power of Din’s fist reverberates through the layers between it and his opponent's jaw, the unmistakable sound of bone being crushed rings through the venue.

It’s only with the resounding thud of Rotta’s body hitting the floor of the ring that the crowd reawakens, screaming at an ear-splitting volume - some for the loser to get up, and others in victory.  Din looks animalistic, still bouncing on his feet and panting, as if waiting for Rotta to get up.  Rotta is not getting up. 

After Din is declared the winner of the fight, arm raised high by the ref while still towering over the unconscious body of his opponent laying at his feet, he’s smartly ushered off to the locker room by Greef and Paz.  Not that Din's the type to gloat and boast in an unsportsmanlike manner (Poe doing enough of that all on his own at the moment), but the mood in the arena is incendiary at the moment, clearly you’re not the only one that thinks getting out of here is a good idea.  That doesn’t stop Din from reaching into your row as he goes by and pulling you in hard by the waist for a bruising victory kiss.  In his arms for only a few moments before he has to go, Din lifts you off your feet – his own little trophy to show off as you gaze down at him in adoration, mouthing, “I’m proud of you.”

You and the girls chat excitedly with Bo and Mayfeld as you practically skip back down the back hallway towards where some of the other Mandos and people from the gym are celebrating.  Leaving your friends in the capable hands of the Mandos, you sidle past Jimmy who’s standing guard and give him a cheeky grin before you push open the door to the locker room where Din’s currently showering.

When Din steps out of the shower, he’s only mildly surprised to find you there, sitting casually with your legs up on a bench, back against the lockers, strolling through your phone like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to be in a men’s locker room.

Looking up, you feel your heart nearly stop at the sight before you: Din’s looking at you with a devilishly handsome smile, hair still wet from the shower, which he’s lazily toweling off.  Another towel hangs loosely over his hips, leaving his massive chest uncovered; droplets of water clinging to the bare expanse of his torso and glisten like tiny diamonds.  His arms, loose after his fight, still look powerful even when relaxed, thick muscles corded under his smooth skin.  He’s a fucking snack.

You want to climb him like a tree and sink your teeth into his skin; it's not an imagined ache that has you suddenly desperate to feel any and all the muscles in his arms, chest, legs, flex against your pussy while you ride them until you cry.

Spacing out with what must be a look of pure lust written all over your face, you start when Din’s deep baritone cuts through your horny thoughts, “What are you doing here, pretty bird?”

Beckoning him over to you with a curl of your finger, you smile coyly, and when he’s within arm’s length reach, you hand him your phone, “Come collect your prize, killer.”

Looking at you, then back to your phone with a confused expression on his face, Din cocks an eyebrow at you quizzically.

You plant your legs on either side of the bench and reach up and grab onto Din’s hips, guiding him towards you so he’s stands in front of you, similarly straddling the bench.  Looking up at him with an innocent doe-eyed expression, you coo, “Let’s make a video, daddy.”

Din’s eyes widen; the two of you had discussed making a sex tape before, but made no concrete plans on when you would film one - apparently, you want to memorialize him claiming his prize for winning the fight.  Testosterone and adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Din puffs his chest out, ready to perform.

He opens up the camera app of your phone and swipes to video mode, framing your pretty face on the screen as you smile up at him, he strokes your chin with his free hand, “Ready, pretty bird?” 

You nod - when you hear the bloop of the video starting, you dip your chin down to capture Din’s thumb in your mouth and start to suck, eyes never breaking from the camera.

“Such a good girl, here to reward your daddy.”

You smile with your lips wrapped around his thumb as you pull off Din’s towel, his cock already at half mast, bobbing out towards your face.  Din removes his thumb from your mouth and brushes your jaw with his fingers, as if to say go on.

Reaching out, you give Din’s length a few experimental strokes in your small grip before bringing him to your lips, gifting his tip a few shy kitten licks.

“Fuck, baby.”

Flattening your tongue, you run it along the underside of his cock from base to tip, lathering him up with your spit; pumping him a few more times you purr to the camera, “May I please suck your cock, Din?”

Din’s groan thunders through his chest, “Show me what you’ve got, pretty bird.”

Your mouth envelope over Din’s cock, taking as much of him as you can to the back your throat, bobbing your head slowly, giving his head a little extra lick when his tip rests between your pretty lips.  Feeling him swell and harden in your mouth, you apply a little more pressure, suck him a little harder, a little bit faster, both of your hands working the base of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Look so pretty with your mouth stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”

You look past the camera and into Din’s eyes, lustful and blown, and decide to really give him a show.  Eyes back on the camera, you smile around Din’s dick and place your hands on his thighs to brace yourself before you start to work him down your throat.  Once he's hit the back of your throat, when you have to force yourself to push past the resistance, you gag, and you immediately feel Din’s hand fly to the back of your head, as if to provide you some reassurance or to hold you steady.  You appreciate both.  Forcing yourself to breath through your nose, you relax your throat and push yourself further down on Din’s throbbing cock, spurned on by Din’s moans echoing off the walls of the empty room.  When you finally feel the hairs at his base tickle your nose, you open your eyes and find Din staring at the screen of your camera, looking absolutely wrecked.  One hand cups and plays with his balls as you give a small hum of satisfaction, proud of taking him all the way; the combination sensation causes Din’s dick to twitch in your throat and you have to pull off, coughing, spit spilling out of your mouth.

Din pets your hair and looks at you with obsidian dark eyes, “One more time, little slut.  Wanna feel my cock right here,” and he reaches down to wrap his hand gently around the middle of your neck.

“Can you be good for daddy?”

Not trusting your voice, you nod, but Din wants more for the camera.

“Need my pretty whore to use her words.”

“Yes, daddy.  I can be good for you,” you breathe, as you open up your mouth and stick your tongue out as an invitation.

“Goddamit. You’re going to be the death of me, pretty girl,” Din taps his fat head on your tongue before feeding it slowly to you.  Once again, you use Din’s legs for stability, hugging the back of his thighs as you relax and work his length further down your throat.  A little easier this time having already opened up for him, you keep your eyes on the camera as you try to even your breathing, coaxing his dick deeper and deeper.  When he’s all the way down, Din runs his thumb gently over the column of your throat, and chokes, “Took me so deep, baby. So fucking good for me.”

Eyes watery with tears already running down your cheeks, you can only blink up at him in a daze. 

“Can I fuck you a little, bunny?” Din asks so softly. Such a distinct contrast from the lewdness of having his cock shoved down your throat, you feel his tone hit right in your core where your arousal is already starting to leak; you blink quickly to give your permission.

At first, Din is slow to thrust even a little down your throat, careful not push too much or too harshly should it hurt you; when you blink at him and let the tears rolling down your face tell him that you can take more, he holds you head firm and speeds up a little. The ensuing gulg gulg gulg noises your throat makes bounce off the walls and light up your insides - you start to roll your hips and grind your pussy down on the bench for some semblance of friction. 

When Din notices, he pulls out and leaves you gasping and continuing to rub yourself down on your seat.  Using the hand not holding the still recording phone to help wipe away your tears and spit, he chuckles, “Does my pretty slut need something between those legs of hers?”

Fresh faced and eyes bright, you’re positively strumming for Din’s touch by now.  You lean back on your elbows, bite your lower lips and whimper.  That’s apparently enough for Din, as he sits down on the bench, murmuring to himself and the camera, “What do we have up here, little bun?”  He pushes up your skirt and takes an upskirt shot of your soaked through black panties, “Looks like my little cumslut is all wet.”

He smirks as he reaches and rubs his thumb over your clit through the fabric, causing you to gasp, “Daddy!”

“I wonder if you’re just as wet under these lacy panties?” He hooks the gusset of your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt and gives a low whistle, “So fucking pretty.  Who are you so wet for, baby?”

“You!” you whine, wanting more.  Needing more.

“Who?  Is this for that other fighter?”

“No! Daddy!”

“Is it for those guys across the ring that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you?”

“No!  Din, no!  It’s only for you, please!”

“That’s right, this perfect pussy is all mine.”

“All yours, Din!  Please, oh god, please touch me…”

“Well since you asked so nice, sweetheart,” Din inhales sharply as he backs up on the bench and leans down to bring himself face to face with your dripping seam.  He hands you your phone and smirks, “Gonna need both my hands for this.”

You train the lens onto Din and frame his handsome face in the shot so that everything below the tip of his nose is hidden by your lower body; making sure you’re capturing the moment, Din gives you a wink before diving into your cunt.  He eats you like a feral animal who doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from.  Licking, sniping, and mouthing at every wave and dip of your core, then pushing your legs up by the back of your thighs so he can press even deeper into you.  You cry out and moan with abandon, your hands too occupied with holding the camera and yourself upright to stifle the noise.

“Fuck, yes, Din – fuck I love your mouth,” your screams dancing over the wet sounds coming from between your legs.  Din dips his tongue into your tight hole, fucking you with his smooth muscle while his nose bounces off your clit over and over until it’s hard and swollen.  The band beneath your belly is starting to tighten, and all the blood in your body rushes to your bottom half so you can’t hold yourself up anymore – you lay down and use all the focus and strength you have left to hold the camera steady with both hands between the valley of your breast.  You watch Din’s now dried curls bounce on the screen as he continues to tongue fuck you into another stratosphere. 

Your never ending chat of Daddy, daddy, daddy, is broken only by the high-pitched cry you let loose when Din replaces his tongue with two of his thick fingers without warning, you hiss, “Din!”  Half scolding, half in ecstasy.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbles, but you can feel him grin against your pussy; the vibration of his words shoot straight to your chest and you feel a fresh wave of slick wash down your inner thighs and Din’s wrist.

“Fucking soak me, pretty bird,” Din commands before sucking your clit into his mouth.  The sounds Din is pulling from you are obscene and downright pornographic, you sing obscenities and his name so loud they almost drown out the squelching sounds of his fingers punishing your cunt.

All it takes is for you to look down at the screen of the phone still grasp tight in your hands, take in the vigor with which Din is eating you out, his dark eyes on you as he swirls his tongue over your clit and you’re gone - arching your back off the bench and screaming, “Daddy!” as you gush all over his face.  Din continues to finger fuck you through your high, the camera held in your shaky hands capturing the soft butterfly kisses he plants all over your lower stomach while praising you, “Did so good for me, pretty girl.  My perfect little slut.”

Sighing a heavy exhale of contentment, you let Din pull you up and kiss you messily, his mouth and scruff shiny with your release.  You giggle as you taste yourself on him, putting the phone down so you can cup his face in your hands, helping him clean up even as you make more mess with your hungry open mouth kisses.

“Uh, uh,” Din tuts as he pulls away, pointing at the phone, “pick that up, bunny.  We’re not done yet.”

You do as he instructs and pick up the still recording phone and point it at Din, now standing stark naked and holding his hand out to you.  “Hang on a sec, killer,” you smirk as you pan the camera over his nude form, your mouth watering as you rake the lens over his broad frame, his bulging biceps and his taut flexed legs.  You can't help but zoom in on your favourite parts of his body: his big paw hands where his fingers are currently curling with a twinge of impatience, the little hollow dip at the base of his neck that pulsates when he swallows deeply, like he’s doing now, and his cock, throbbing and angry.

“You done, pretty bird?” Din asks with an edge.  Swinging your leg over the bench, you take Din’s hand and gasp when he spins you around quickly, pressing you flush against his back before walking you forwards with your dress bunched up around your waist and his hardness pressed against your ass.

“Liked what you saw, bunny?” he whispers against your ear, crowding you up against the sink and using his hand to lift your elbow so you’re pointing the phone at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

“Yes, Din,” you whisper, leaning back to kiss the underside of his chin.

Din drags the zipper of your dress slowly down your back so that the sleeves of your dress fall down your arms, tugging down the front and revealing your matching black bra to the camera.  “I like what I see too,” Din murmurs, as he unclasps your bra and pulls the straps down to meet your fallen sleeves, your tits falling out, nipples already hard and pointing at your reflection.  Kissing down the back of your neck, all the way down your spine, Din pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.  When he stands back up, it’s to place the soaked lace next to the sink in front of you, before positioning you, the rest of your clothes still half on, so that you’re bending over the sink, hands braced against the front, your back arched and ass sticking out for him.

You wiggle it a little and whine, “Need your cock, Din.”

He gives you a harsh spank that’s harder than you expected, causing you to yelp as the smack echos into the shower stalls, “Daddy!”

“Get used to it, pretty bird.  Daddy’s going to get rough with you now.”

Eyes widening and meeting Din’s in the mirror, you smile and lick your lips, “What’s got you all hot and bothered, killer?”

“Some assholes thought about having you tonight.  Talked like they might have a chance with you.  Want you to walk out of this locker room with my cum dripping down your legs so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Din, everyone knows tha-” you’re cut off, breath stolen away when Din sheaths himself into you without warning, bottoming out in one smooth motion.  He doesn’t give you a moment to get used to him, just starts immediately fucking into you, driving his cock into your tight hole over and over, punching the deepest parts of you that only he can reach as he pushes all the air out of your lungs.  You close your eyes and whimper.

“Eyes open and looking in the mirror, baby.  Who’s that pretty slut?”

“Me.  Oh Din, fuck, I’m your pretty slut.”  You make sure your phone still has the entire mirror in view and that it captures the way he’s thrusting into you, every snap of hips jolting your forward so your tits bounce and your mouth is forced into an open ‘O’.

“That’s right.  All mine.  And what do you want, pretty girl?”

“Ngh—”

“Words, baby.  Not gonna give it to you until I hear you say it,” Din lays another heavy spank to your ass, watching your cheek ripple under his hand as he keeps up his grueling pace.

“Uh – fuck, Din.  I- I-, I need you to fuck me, daddy.  Fuck me so hard I feel you tomorrow.  Take me hard against this sink like a dirty whore.  Please, please, daddy, please. Uhhhhhhhh, Din, fuck me pleas-“

“Are you my prize? Is my prize for winning tonight getting to fuck a little whore in the locker room as hard as she can take it?”  Smack, smack, smack, your ass reddening as it continues to take the double punishment of Din’s pelvis rutting into you and the blows from his hard hands.

“Harder.”

“Then get louder, little whore. Want everyone in this building to hear you.”

You let loose a whine from the very back of your throat as he snaps back into you with a force that nearly knocks the phone out of your hand.  Recovering so that you don’t lose a minute of this lascivious footage, you lean and brace your free hand against the mirror while grinding your ass back, meeting every one of Din’s thrusts. 

With the way Din is fucking you - hard and unrelenting, there’s a small part of you that isn’t sure if you can take it, but the sticky mess between your legs says otherwise; you want to please him so much, so you take, take, take, and scream out for more, “Daddy, daddy, fuck!  Your cock feels so good, no one fucks me like you!”

“My. Little. Slut.”

“The only whore who take my cock this good.”

“Daddy’s going to wreck this pretty pussy.”

Din knows how much you love his dirty talk, but it’s dirtier than usual tonight.  Not fully immune to the aggression and macho bullshit that always permeates the atmosphere of these fights, tonight Din’s possessiveness has an edge, his roughness has bite.  Din’s degradation shoots straight to your cunt and your walls flutter around him as you scream in pleasure.

“Changed my mind.  Your pretty slut noises are mine too,” Din grabs your panties from where he left them next to the sink and stuffs them in your mouth; you whine a muffled sound like a wounded animal as he keeps the lacy fabric from falling out with his fingers, hooking down the corner of your mouth.

“Pretty little whore with her panties down her throat.  Good for cock and nothing else,” Din grunts right into your ear, loud enough for the camera to pick up as well.

“Mmmfffmmmm,” you cry, mouth full and unable to articulate anything as Din drags his fingers down from your mouth, giving your neck a little squeeze when he grazes his hand near the bottom of your throat.

“This throat is mine.”

His hands travel down further until they reach your breasts; he grabs and gropes you roughly before pinching on your nipples, rolling and tugging harshly, “These tits are mine.”  Your screams stifled as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you tip your head back to arch into his touch, leading Din to chuckle darkly.

“Always wanting more, my little bunny?” He drives into you even harder when you nod vigorously, eyes glassed over, cock drunk.

Din’s hands drags down your abdomen and cups your pussy. “This pussy is mine,” he growls as he starts playing with your clit.  You’re about to black out, your whole body is vibrating, nearing overstimulation – every one of Din’s dirty words nearly taking you out. 

“And she comes when I say so,” Din orders with authority into your ear.  You look at the screen of your phone that you’ve somehow managed to continue to hold upright, still filming, and stare through hazy eyes at the you in the mirror on the screen: blissed out, tits out and bouncing in time to every hard thrust of Din’s cock, mouth stuffed with your wet panties and crying out against the fabric. You plead to the Din in the mirror with your eyes.

“Come on my cock, baby,” comes the command you’ve been waiting for, and you positively wail as your walls contract and clench down hard around Din’s dick.  His arms wrap around your breasts to hold you upright, and you shudder to his stuttering thrusts, held tight and limp against Din’s chest as he pumps his spend into you - not sure how you manage to hold on to your phone as you capture every last moment of shaky footage.

Finally having the mind to press the red button to stop the recording, you place you phone down by the sink and let yourself melt back into Din, letting him pull your lacy gag out of your mouth.  He holds you close and presses soft kisses into your check, neck and lips, whispering how good you did for him, how perfect you feel around his cock, how sweet you are to let him fuck you this way.  You close your eyes and let him praise you and hold your boneless body.

Soft pledges of love and devotion are shared as Din cleans the two of you up with the towel he was using before, and as you right your lingerie and dress.  After Din gets dressed and packs up his gym bag, you share one last tender kiss before walking hand and hand to leave the locker room so you can join your friends for the after party at the bar across the street.

You open the door and slyly peek out, expecting to see Jimmy, but instead, you’re met by Greef wearing a pained expression on his face.

“Hey,” says Din, amused.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” deadpans Greef, “I’ve had to rotate every Mando off this door, none of them able to stand it for more than a few minutes.  You’re paying for everyone’s group therapy, boss.”

You giggle, feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks as you turn and hide in Din’s chest; Din is laughing as Greef walks off in a huff, and calls out, “Take it out of my winnings, Karga!”

Looking up at Din, you crinkle your nose, embarrassed, “Do you think we were really that loud?”

Din chuckles, “Maybe? I guess we’ll never know.  Oh wait,” he playfully grabs your waist causing you to squeal, “we could watch the video later and find out.”

The idea of watching your sex tape together has a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your still drenched panties and you squeeze you legs together; your actions don’t escape Din’s attention, and he whispers low in your ear, “Let’s get through the after party first, then we’ll go home and do… what do the kids call it?  Right, Netflix and chill.”

You roll your eyes jokingly, “Alright, old man,” already expecting the playful swat on your bum. Squeaking and grinning, you slip your hand back into its rightful place in Dins and tug, almost shyly, "What are we waiting for then, killer?"

Yep, Din thinks, I won.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hey! I got a matchup a while back, and lately I have been craving another one😭 so if it's alright could I get romantic matchups for tears of themis, genshin, and atla? If not that's fine ofc💕

I use She/her pronouns but I've never really cared very much, I'm Bi but I'd like Male matchups for this one if that's alright (I love women but idk none of the women in these fandoms are like my type??? Idk)

Not sure if you use looks to pick, but I'm 5'7, longish brown hair and brown eyes, kinda chubby I'd say, and I wear glasses!

Ok so for the good stuff, I'm an enfp and a virgo and I have gad and adhd so I am very all over the place lol, I'm usually very energetic and loud (got called a human pep rally once) but every once in a while I take a hard turn the other way and do absolutely nothing lol.

Taking thing seriously is kinda hard for me, idk why but I'm very much the deflect and cope using comedy kind of person.

Personal life wise I'm the oldest of four (love my siblings) so loud is kinda the default in my life so I'm pretty comfortable in loud environments, but if I get a chance at peace and quiet I am JUMPING for it.

I have a few plants, I bake quite a bit (I make BOMB brownies), I'm very much a nerd lol, I love comics (fandom request gave that away tho), I play dnd, I love video games (rdr2, mk11 and mass effect are the current ones), I watch cartoons and build legos, and I'm learning how to draw.

I'm big into flowers and flower language, and I play guitar, alto saxophone, steal drum, and I have a violin I'm gonna start working on soon.

This turned out alot longer then I thought so the speedrun of the rest is although I dont often, I really like putting work into how I look (I just got a treble cleft claw clip with some dangly thingys and I like it I just wanted to mention that), no clue how to to makeup tho, I'm planning on going into communications, and uhh my favorite colors are pink and blue.

Thank you so much if you get to this

Hi Abby! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tears of Themis, I match you with...

If there’s one thing that drew Luke to you, it’s the fact that you enjoy peace and quiet. He loves being in your presence when it’s quiet around. He just finds it soothing.

Definitely understands you using humour to cope. He does the same so he knows when it turns from just making jokes to coping and will check in when needed.

Please invite him to do gardening together some time. He likes being able to do something where he’s creating and nurturing life. It’s a good change from what he usually does.

Flower language is a big part of your relationship. I see Luke as someone who’s well versed in flower language so every bouquet he gives you has a hidden meaning behind it.

He also enjoys drawing so it’s not uncommon for you to find a sticky note beside your bed with a little drawing on it when he has to leave early in the morning. If you return the gesture, he’ll keep all your drawings in a safe place so he can look back over them.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Itto are both the definition of human pep rallies so when your powers combine, no one can stand in your way. You can both be a lot sometimes but you get along well.

He also struggles to take things seriously so he’s a lot more understanding in that regard than others are sometimes. You just get each other.

In a modern au, Itto would be a huge fan of cartoons. He’s a firm believer than cartoons aren’t just for kids and still loves watching all those “childhood” shows.

In the same vein, he also loves Lego. I can’t see him being a big fan of tricky sets but he enjoys all of the bright colours. He’d love to make a set or two with you sometime.

I can see Itto being a fan of D&D as well. I think it might take him a bit to get his head around the different types of rolls and doing so much maths but he loves the roleplay elements and thinks it’s great fun. (I actually wrote this while playing a D&D session!)

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

You’ve got to be a certain level of energetic to keep up with Sokka’s plans. And you certainly meet that criteria. Sokka loves being around someone who can match his energy.

In a modern au, he’s definitely a fan of comics. He’s the type of person who buys two of every comic, one to read and one to keep in pristine condition.

For all his self-awareness, Sokka does have a tendency to deflect so he can easily recognise when you’re doing the same. He hopes you know you can rely on him if things get too much.

When he does run out of energy, there’s nothing that Sokka loves more than relaxing while listening to you play music. He finds it soothing both because of the music and because of your presence.

Please do lots of baking for him! Sokka will never admit it but he does have a soft spot for snacks, especially if you’ve made them.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

If at all possible I was wondering if I could get a matchup for both genders for my tav, Cobalt. Monogamous not poly if that’s alright.

Some details about her:

She’s a tiefling druid, specifically a circle of the land druid, focused on arctic spells, so mostly ice. While her focus is on spells she does still sometimes wildshift, and her preferred form is that of a dire wolf.

Backstory wise her druidic circle was killed when she was young and she was taken as an oddity due to her ability to shapeshift. She ended up in Baldur’s Gate after being sold to a noble with a penchant for collecting people she viewed as unique. While there, she was pretty much treated as a circus animal/guard dog, and it’s one of the main reasons she chooses to focus on spells as opposed to wildshaping. She managed to escape after the noble was killed in a family coup, and before her abduction by mindflayers she’d been selling herbs and tonics from an apothecary she opened at the edge of the city.

Personality: Since she really didn’t get a normal childhood and wasn’t really allowed to have friends she’s used to taking care of herself out of habit. She never goes out of her way to prioritize herself but it just happens, it has to be pointed out that she’s doing it. On the other hand she does have a temper, but instead of choosing to lash out if angered or annoyed, she really just tries to make that person as uncomfortable as possible.(Unnerving smiles, macabre comments/facts, etc.) She’s extremely truthful, not out of a lack of social understanding, she just really doesn’t care how the truth might effect someone and can’t be bothered to tiptoe around other people’s feelings. She’s extremely loyal, and once you’ve gained her trust she’ll go to the ends of the earth for you. She loves sharing knowledge with others, even if they aren’t close, especially because she likes to feel like she’s listened to. She has a deep need for connection but has a hard time actually connecting with people for fear of them being taken away from her.

Hobbies: She loves alchemy and brewing potions, as it makes her feel much closer to her druidic background, even if she was separated from it at a young age. She also has a creative streak, and uses it to sketch and take notes on the various plants and animals she encounters on her journeys. To add to this, she also enjoys writing, and unusually enough if it’s not notes on nature it’s usually romantic dramas. They don’t always end happily, but sometimes they do.

Best Attribute: Her best attribute is easily her sheer strength of mind. Yes, she’s jaded and not as friendly as other people, but it takes a lot for her to give up. Not in the stubborn way, she realizes when things need to change, but if so she’ll just find a different way to keep going.

Worst Attribute: Overly blunt. She never minces her words and it can make her seem cold or callous. She’s really just too tired to work on her flowery language outside of writing.

Sorry if I wrote a lot I wanted to cover all my bases 😅

A/N: Not a lot at all! And even if it was, it’s perfectly fine! The more details the more I can get a feel for the character. I have to admit, I did need to google ‘circle of the land druid’, because I hadn’t heard of them before, but I think I got the gist of it below. And oh my goodness! Poor Cobalt! She’s been through so much. Hopefully, some romance will help her heart heal. 

For you, @cobaltspace , I think Cobalt’s best matches are Halsin (Male) and Shadowheart (Female)!

Halsin is a wonderful match for Cobalt! He’s kind, patient, and a wild-shifting druid as well, so they have a fair share of things in common. It’s unclear how old Halsin was at the time, but he lost his lineage a long time ago and has since endured his share of trauma. He was enslaved in the Underdark for years and lost many friends and much of his home to the shadow curse. He’s no stranger to loss and the grief it produces. However, he’s also two-hundred-plus years old, so he’s had a good amount of time to process and compartmentalize everything. He’s able to distance himself from his past hurts, and thanks to this and an overall calm demeanor, he’s quite a soothing presence to have nearby. That vibe would suit Cobalt well- Halsin makes her feel safe and understood, whereas other people may make her feel like she needs to keep her guard up and to keep wearing masks to stay safe. 

They’d also be able to bond over Cobalt’s knowledge and usage of nature and herbs. Halsin appreciates all things of Mother Earth, and he especially admires the people who show respect to her by exercising the appropriate wisdom and knowledge when dealing with her. I think she’d fit in quite well with Halsin’s new community post-game, outside of the city. She could still work as an apothecary, but this way, she wouldn't be so alone. 

I also think Halsin would be very eager to help her regain confidence in her ability to wild-shape. He’d understand why she would rather focus on spells because shifting is associated with a time in her life when she had no other choice. But Halsin would want her to know that now, she does have a choice, and he’d be honored to help her work through her pain, should Cobalt let him. 

He may be a bit put off by her usage of ice spells and deadpan expressions. Ice, while a formidable form of nature, can be quite detrimental to other living things- plant life, people, etc- if used in a large area. Of course with how long Cobalt’s been a druid, and due to whatever level she’s at, probably has good control over her ice spells, so that’s not too much of a concern on Halsin’s part. Her being extremely truthful is something he greatly admires, as he himself does not shy away from the truth. However, he does occasionally wish she had more social tact as he’s a natural empath and the feelings of others matter greatly to him. 

Of course, he understands why she is the way she is, and he doesn’t hold her abrasiveness against her. It’s just every so often he might shoot her a look, or give her a little nudge, politely requesting she rephrase a sentence or two. 

He loves how much Cobalt lights up whenever she shares all she knows about the fauna and flora of an area. And he especially loves reading through her notes and sketches. It touches his heart to see someone look at nature with such care and detail in mind. He feels so much closer to her when they talk about plants or druidic spells. 

(And he secretly loves reading her romantic dramas! Just don’t tell anyone. He has a reputation to uphold lol.)

Halsin thinks Cobalt’s wonderful. He admires her tenacity and strong mind, and he’s very grateful that she’s in his life. If she wanted the same, he would enjoy spending his future with her in it. 

Shadowheart shares a history similar to Cobalt. She herself was taken as a child, thinking her family was dead, and was forced to serve Shar for years. Shadowheart was targeted because she was a child of Selune, and she showed a fair amount of promise. Because of this, her abilities were exploited, and much of her childhood was robbed of her. Cobalt knows what it feels like to have to live with the fact that your gifts, your abilities, make you a target to those who seek to exploit power over others. She’s been used before and vows to never be used again. Cobalt’s ability to escape that life of servitude and begin a new chapter for herself at the edge of Baldur’s Gate makes Shadowheart hopeful that she too, will one day be able to put the whole Shar thing behind her. 

She’s secretly fond of the fact that Cobalt is a tiefling, mainly because it reminds Shadowheart of her long-lost friend. It’s a familiar element that Shadowheart appreciates. That being said, Shadowheart recognizes Cobalt is her person, with her own identity, and respects that fact. 

Shadowheart works well with Cobalt when it comes to healing: they’re both healers in their own right- Shadowheart being a cleric, and Cobalt being a druid and an apothecary. 

Both Cobalt and Shadowheart are neutrally aligned. They don’t go out of their way to help others, but they also don’t hurt them either. This means they agree on a plan of action more often than not. That said, Shadowheart can be a bit of a hypocrite, calling out Cobalt when she thinks she’s been selfish, not realizing she’d probably do the same herself. This is actually a good thing for Cobalt though, as it makes her look beyond the intention of her actions. Plus it gives her reason to call out Shadowheart for doing the same. 

Cobalt and Shadowheart excel at making others feel uncomfortable. Cobalt with her morbid facts and unnerving smile, and Shadowheart with her unreadable, stoic expression. And they both prefer to tell the truth as opposed to a comfortable lie. Loyalty is important to Shadowheart, (whether she stays loyal to Shar or if she becomes loyal to Selune), and Cobalt is no different. However, as opposed to a singular deity, Cobalt is loyal to herself and to those of her, whom she holds dear. Shadowheart, of course, is among those people. 

They’re both incredibly strong mentally, which makes it easier for them to take turns being strong when the other one is feeling down. 

They both desperately crave connection while simultaneously fearing abandonment. Together, the two of them can lean on each other when those fears arise, and remind the other that they’re not going anywhere- they’re in this for the long haul.

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[1ovede1uxe]

Hi :P I saw matchups were open and I'm sooo fixated on JJBA so why not, if thats ok :D. I don't really label myself for gender (Just he/she prns womp womp) OR sexuality, but I like men.. LOL. My mbti is INFP I think. I honestly just did a test, but I think I bullshit enough to seem extroverted... Small talk king mayhaps....? My big three are Virgo sun, Leo moon, and Aquarius rising…I also just looked this up…I’d like to consider myself nonchalant though I do have the tendency to be a bit excited and dorky, which I’m worried about coming off as annoying whenever I get like that but also like, whatever I’m just gonna do me. 

For my career, right now I work in a bakery lel, that’s also part of why I’m better at getting extroverted, cuz I have to talk to customers a lot. I’m still trying to figure out what I really want to do for the long run, but I have a good paying job so I’ll worry about it later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

My hobbies right now are art, writing, anything to do with creative stuff- I also love music, my top genres being rock and metal right now I think, but it fluctuates just a tiny bit. I love cooking (and eating), and shit talking and judging people. SORRYY. Not really a hobby but I super like spoiling people I love, making art for them or just buying gifts which I do have the tendency to go overboard on…My sense of humor is all about keeping a bit going and sarcasm or low-brow humor- just dumb ironic stuff, yeah. I really hate typical self deprecating humor and wordplay. 

My sense of style is just… A little nonexistent…I always like trad goth stuff tbh, IF I COULDD… if I could. But also I don’t really care about dressing up, I usually pick comfortability over fashion; Tank tops, t-shirts, big baggy pants. But, I love love loovee piercings, I have an eyebrow, septum, and navel and I’d like more soouu! 

I hope thats good enough or not too much lol! Much love! I hope you have a great day or night...!

Hi! This was super fun to write and I hope it's to your liking.

I match you with Caesar Zeppeli! I know this may seem like it's coming out of left field but trust me on this!

I think the point where you two would really bond is your love of the arts and creative flair. He also has an artistic nature, which shows in his hamon technique, the bubbles being gorgeous and effective. His passion for what he does definitely resonates with your own. Also, cooking, I have no doubt in my mind that he can cook well and would love to be in the kitchen with you, he wants to assist, but if that's not your jam, then observing at the bare minimum.

He will totally talk shit with you, whenever you want. Dates or dinners together are always great because he gets to see you and he gets an update on recent drama.

Caesar also likes that you're a bit of a goofball too, sharing your affinity for sarcasm, and even if it's not totally his humor, he'd find your dedication to the bit fantastic. You'd definitely bring out the sillier side in him, and he appreciates that you can put a smile on anyone's face with your jokes, especially his own.

His charisma w rizz? and confidence will mesh well with your extraversion as well as intuition (the n in infp), and he loves it when you get all passionate or in your words "dorky" over your interests. He's happy you feel comfortable sharing what makes you happy with him, and he'll indulge and research your interests to understand what you're talking about better, Even if it's not something that resonates as well with him, he wants to understand you.

Your tendency to spoil those you care about is very sweet and charming, and he's giving it back to you tenfold, in any way he can. He loves your gifts, though he insists he "doesn't need any, you're a gift enough." If you give him any kind of handmade or written artwork, especially if it's dedicated to him, he will absolutely melt on the inside and it's getting framed and hung on the wall or put on display no questions asked.

Your nonchalance and "worrying about it later" both scare and impress him. He's impressed by your ability to stay cool, but also is kinda like "wtf why do you not have a plan" and it gives him a bit of anxiety. He trusts you though, knowing you'll have a solution when needed and also there is no reason to worry. You balance each other out in this way, as he takes a more regimented approach.

I really hope you like this! It was super fun to write :) You also seem like a really cool person B)

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Leaf

Okay I'm like a week late, but Leaf got her grid expansion! I also...somehow never talked about her before ever? Despite being one of my earliest EX, and one of a handful of Kanto characters I respect, and kind of a big deal protagonist for me personally.

General Overview Leaf and Eevee are Sycamore-esque, in that they're one of three pairs in the game whose sync does not deal damage, but rather provides beneficial effects. In Leaf's case, this effect is +2 to all five core stats and accuracy, which is by no means bad, but also isn't Sycamore capping three relevant stats. Leaf is, as you might imagine, a little slow and kinda crap at CS, because of how long it takes her to accomplish much. Iron Tail was a wholly useless decision that's okay for memes, and her Trainer Move is basically Lance's without the recoil, in that it accomplishes nothing but gauge generation. I assume this made sense back in the day.

Leaf's primary utility was Potion. She's a rare F2P adjacent pair with Double Potion MPR, and the coveted Friend Mend to remove status. In addition, MGR9 and Staggering on Tackle allows for some nice plays. With addition tech options like Recuperation for stall and Adrenaline for offense, Leaf's grid honestly salvages a lot of what made her life rough. It was only ever the stats that were a problem, and as time moved forward, more and more pairs do that thing where they hit +4/+3 in one action, and wouldn't you know it Leaf tops them all off perfectly.

Which is why Leaf's grid expansion is rather. Strange. It's entirely focused on her otherwise useless trainer move, granting +1 Atk, +1 Sp Atk, and +1 crit. She's basically Kiawe now, complete with Double Potion MPR, but lacking his defense debuffs. Her final node is just Reflect on entry, but these kinds of skills are usually bad, as the shields wear off right in time to deny any chance at a quad queue. Her expansion helps with worse setup pairs, improving her offense boosting to +4/+2, but notably, nothing gets capped without MPR, which is an expensive ask on an already tight grid. You can give up MGR9 without too much issue, but it's really the loss of Recuperation and Adrenaline that hits.

EX and Move Level? Leaf is downright bad without 3/5. She accomplishes far too little to stand out. As for EX, it's up to you, but personally I think that, in absence of serious buffing capability, her sync move may as well be doing as much as it can, so I encourage it.

Team 1: Leaf, Ghetsis I'm going to start out talking about Leaf's greatest strength: Gauntlet. Leaf has such tremendous healing potential, backed by a solid stat boost from sync, that she carries a lot. Universally, Ghetsis is her ideal duo partner on an F2P budget. His ability to Double Drop offenses makes them basically invincible, and Leaf's sync giving +2 accuracy ensures that Glaciate hits. Ghetsis' own expansion also makes him really self-sufficient, so all he needs is the +2 Sp Atk. Lastly, Ghetsis can grid Hostile Environment to take on the many options that need status in play, expanding their options. There are a handful of stages they don't handle, with Regirock, Moltres, and Uxie being prime among them. But note they are a duo. Moltres and Uxie can be handled with the right third. Regirock is a bad matchup for Ghetsis, don't try.

Team 2: Leaf, SC Steven, Gladion People talked a lot about C!Red, who grants SEUN to Gladion for good damage on any stage. This is true! What they don't tell you is that with this expansion and an MPR, Leaf can fill in as more F2P option. She provides everything Gladion needs with this expansion just fine, while SC Steven is providing the ideal debuffs and setup for any CS stage. With Leaf's Adrenaline, you're always on course for second sync before the foe's first, which is exactly what Gladion needs.

Team 3: Leaf, NY Dawn, Victrier/Lucian When small, incremental boosts are discussed, I have to talk about NY Dawn. She doubles all received buffs, and can really appreciate Leaf giving +4 to effectively every stat. Victrier gets the Zone up as needed, but honestly, pick Lucian for the debuffs. Because I also want to highlight, Lucian can receive a ton of benefits from Leaf having just one MPR, covering the crit rate and +5 Sp Atk from Leaf alone while he's debuffing.

Team 4: Leaf, C!Iris, Colress/NC Nate Leaf's expansion allows for +2 crit and +4 Atk, which is exactly what Champion Iris needs to get to her maximum potential. Colress having the ability to debuff defenses in an AoE pattern is also huge for her damage, kicking off both high damage and her multipliers. Or you can throw NC Nate at the problem and really live it up.

Team 5: Leaf, SS Leaf, NC Leaf The Leafening is a solution I've used for a lot of Kanto Extreme Battles lately. It requires a bit of investment, but they're really fun. There's just so much healing being thrown around, with base Leaf having the ability to heal off status on her own Potion, and NC Leaf having spectrum debuffs at the ready. There's also a decent amount of ramping potential here, with base Leaf's Adrenaline and SS Leaf's TM (and also Adrenaline 2). With cake role, you get two Support syncs as well, which is fun for damage purposes. They're a really sturdy and potent combo, and base Leaf's expansion now permits a maximizing of SS Leaf for situations where it's necessary.

Final Thoughts Despite being a smaller improvement overall, that quite a few people considered underwhelming, I think base Leaf's expansion gave her a lot more flexibility to work with. The inclusion of crit rate isn't always significant in the modern era, but its inclusion on Leaf specifically is valuable, as it allows her greater synergy with older pairs that need more support, while the basic +2 off her sync covers for most modern fare. And her defensive profile and tremendous Potion healing keeps her eternally relevant in Gauntlet contexts. Leaf maintains a very solid niche in the general pool as one of its best, which is personally very gratifying.

[og-danny-dorito]

One of two matchups I wanted to ask about

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Preference: SFW AND NSFW

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/Her and They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hobbies: Singing, Reading, Playing video games, making Loom band chains, and most recently, baking cookies, bread, and cakes.

Appearance: I’m a bit more on the chubbier side, 5’4 and have very short curly black hair. I usually wear glasses for being near sighted but forget to wear them all the time. I have dark brown eyes and I’m curvy. Have scars around my chest from two reduction surgeries

Personality Traits: Extremely Empathetic, Loyal, Hard headed, Sensitive

Facts about myself: I tend to put others way before myself, to the point I don’t care for myself as much. I have ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, and I come from a family of Brazilians and Porto Rican’s. I tend to have a soft spot for children and end up being an unintentional babysitter/older sister type. Rhythm games are a big part of my life and Greek mythology is a big thing for me. Turned stress eating to stress baking to try and help with weight loss.

ofc! sorry these took such a long time, im actively working on the other one set you sent!!

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑… 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚔𝚊!

𝚃𝚆: explicit sexual content in the 'NSFW' area [minors do not interact]

𝙲𝚆: explicit sexual content; cockwarming, head-giving

𝚂𝙵𝚆:

it took me a minute but it think giyuu would match best with you!!

he's on the quieter side and so he has a really calming effect on people, and i think he'd be really nice to be around considering he does a good job at quieting the noise in your head that can get overwhelming from time to time

he isn't very vocal about it, but when he loves he loves hard. he'd give up the whole world for you if you asked it of him

he texts you a lot throughout the day to get him through it, mostly about things that remind him of you (like if he sees a shirt or a pin that he thinks you'll like he'll send a picture and ask if you want it)

makes a genuine effort to make sure you're okay even though he kind of already has a sixth sense for it?? you cant get anything past this dude srsly 💀💀💀

no but seriously if you're having a rough day and you tell him you're "fine" even though you know damn well you're not, he'll go along with it but make a conscious effort to take care of you

he'll make dinner for the night, draw a bath for you, put on some of your favorite shows for you to watch in bed together, and even offer to wash your hair and body for you to help you decompress

like i said he's a pretty quiet lover, so he doesn't voice how much he cares for you and that could pose to be a point of confusion if you rely a lot on verbal affirmation

of course he tells you he loves you, but he relies more on acts of service to show his affection for you rather than words of affirmation

in fact, he'll only really be able to tell you after being in the relationship for 5 months, and even then he seems almost scared to say it

the fact of the matter is that giyuu's had to deal with loosing people close to him his entire life, and so admitting that he cares for you so deeply is difficult for him to admit both to himself and to you

he's scared of loosing you, and so he tries his best to make sure he shows that he loves you even if he has a hard time saying it

but he gets better at it with time since he becomes more comfortable with it the more he speaks about it. plus that and you naturally make him feel safe considering how accepting you are of him

he genuinely thinks you're something special, and very rarely feels like he deserves you

god forbid anyone be rude to you because he does not tolerate people being rude to the people he cares about

he isn't violent or anything even if he considers it for a brief moment, but he will stare them down and be uh... less than polite

OH and also. he likes that you're shorter than him. he thinks it's cute :]

doesn't take pictures often but when he does he always likes to make sure that he's as close to you as possible?? its weird cause he's not very physically affectionate but when you're taking pictures he has to physically be on top of you since he "doesn't want anyone on instagram thinking you're not taken"

what?? he knows you're attractive and he doesn't want any idiot thinking they can take you. its partially cause he's scared that you'll find out you can do way better one day and leave him but also because he's weirdly protective over you

i kinda think that he wouldn't want kids but after seeing you interact with them he'd change his mind LMAO

also don't worry about the social anxiety, he fucking hates crowds too and usually picks out dates that avoid high-traffic scenarios anyway. usually if ya'll are caught in a packed area he'll squeeze your hand to confirm if you're alright though, and if you answer negatively he gets both of ya'll out of there as soon as possible since he knows how crushing it can be

isn't good at interacting with people that much though RIP

will share a lot of your interests with you!! he personally likes to cook even though he's not good at it, so ya'll probably spend a lot of time baking together since he wants to learn and uses it as an excuse to hang out with you (even though he doesn't rlly need one 💀)

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆:

GOES FERAL FOR THE CHUB

NO SHUT UP I KNOW IT FOR A FACT you cant tell me im wrong i know im not

its not a fetish thing he just likes having something to grab

knows you're kinda insecure too so he makes it a point to absolutely worship you

in fact, when you're having sex it's usually very heartfelt and passionate, and if you're not half-delirious from him eating you out prior then you'll be bale to notice him peppering kisses over your face, your scars, your folds, everything

oh yeah he loves to eat you out btw

giyuu is VERY aware that he's a lot more physically strong than you, and while he's not forceful he does use it to his advantage by pushing you down when you move too much

he's very soft, but he's firm about his demands of you and makes sure to punish you accordingly. you jut your hips up while he's going down on you? then he'll stop for a while and watch you beg for him to continue, barely touching your aching sex until you apologize and promise to not do it again

REALLY likes cockwarming. for some reason he has this weird fascination with watching you struggle to keep your composure, and having your tight heat around him while he goes about his business while you struggle not to move almost tempts him to give in to what you so desperately want out of him

usually takes things very slow since he likes to savor every moment with you, but if one of you is having a particularly hard day he's more than happy to "relieve some stress" by fucking the bad day out of you

tends to put your pleasure before his own since he likes to service you and make sure you're well taken care of, but its mainly because he gets really flustered when you take control??

its hard to explain but he gets really turned on seeing you take control from him, calling the shots and making him a stuttery mess

in fact, he probably makes the most noise when he's on bottom, but he usually covers it up with his hands or a pillow or something so he doesn't give away how worked up he is since it makes him feel weak

he cherishes that he can feel weak with you though, and sex with him is usually very passionate and love-filled considering he's putting his soul into this special event with you

aftercare is usually very sensual too, with him either wiping you down completely with a washcloth and giving you some water or offering to take a bath/shower together and offering you water (cause hydration is important)

[ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 :) ]

[idiacide]

Sooooo

Let's see

I am pretty quiet in general - I'm a Scorpio and tend to line up with a lot of those traits lmao I'm perfectly happy being alone, I'm pretty secretive, I watch more than I talk alot - but when I get to know someone, I can be a blabbermouth, hahaha! I get really bubbly, I try to make people laugh. I Too have the ADHD so I get hyperfixations and usually revolve my entire interest around them for however long they last. I can and will talk your ear off about my hyperfixation if I feel like you care haha. I really love writing! I also really love Vidya games but I'm not good at them hahaha. Doesn't stop me from Playing them 👀 I'm really quite daydreamy and get lost in my own head quite a bit!

I love really spicy food! Was that like, important? No, but I gotta brag. Actually I really love food in general - it's not uncommon for me to have a foody themed background on my phone. And I have a food side blog.

On the negative spectrum, I do definitely get distracted, and I need things repeated to me. Alot. I'm kind of a mess, in all aspects of the word! I get more sensitive than I'd like to admit to criticism, though I'm trying to work on that. I can be really petty and I play dumb more than I really should haha. I'm also really impulsive! I'm used to getting what I want in general u.u;

I'm told by others I'm just a really sweet person in general and I give really good hugs, so that's something!

You know how people send Anon hate messages? Since my teen years I just randomly do the fuckin opposite, I just

Anon love messages

"hope you have a great day, you' deserve it"

Lmao it's fun

Laaaast matchup!

I match you with Trey Clover!

-Silence until you have something to say is a style that works for him. Trey tends to adapt to the conversational needs of the room. But, so far as his preferences go: he likes the fact that when you speak it’s because of something you’re actually interested in. You’re not just trying to fill silence, and you don’t necessarily need him to keep the ball in the air. Ramble away. He finds it cute, and when you run out of words, that’s ok too.

-He’s a good grounding influence if you’re the type to space out a lot. He tends to be very plugged into the world around him as a matter of course, and can keep an eye out for anything important that you might miss while you’re in outer space. He’ll tease you about it from time to time, but for the most part he finds it endearing and is happy to let you take your own time.

-Trey’s wheelhouse tends to be sweets, but he’s also very capable of introducing spicy dishes when needed. His signature spell also comes in handy, meaning you can have it as hot as you want without burning everyone else’s tongues off in the process. Food is a bonding ritual for the two of you. One of his favorite more laidback date nights is going through your side blogs to find something new to challenge himself with, and then cooking it together. It keeps things fresh and gives him something to do with his hands while you talk.

-A born older brother, Trey is generally very patient and not overly uptight. Sometimes its unavoidable that he has a problem with something that’s happening, but he’s tuned enough into your mood to know how to say it without hurting your feelings too badly. He never minds having to repeat himself, as long as he knows that you do care enough about his feelings to listen when its really important.

-As a side effect of that, he has a tendency to turn his partners into spoiled brats. Trey actually likes that you’re assertive about what you want, and impulsive too. It's not how he’s wired, he has a tendency to just default to polite and accommodating. Still, he admires people who are ready to go for what they want (as long as they’re not being assholes about it). You find him pretty easy to bend to your will when you want, and he enjoys being able to keep you happy and satiated.

-Your kindness is a big part of the reason why he’s able to trust you with that, though. At the end of the day, even if it can sometimes appear to the outside view that he’s mothering you. He knows you care about other people, and about him, enough to be there for them when they really need it. That trust means that he’s more than happy to carry his weight.

And now. Finally. The Meetcute.

You really needed to ask Crowley about a map. 

With how weird and dramatic the architecture was you wouldn’t think it’d be this hard to get around. But a few weeks into the semester you were still struggling to get a strong mental geography of the place. As a result, the trip from the store between the cafeteria had managed to take twice as long as it should before you finally got your bearings. By then the sun had sunk low in the sky, and most of the other students were filtering home to their respective doors. You were just hoping against hope that they hadn’t locked the doors...

Luck was on your side, though. The knob turned readily, allowing you to slip in to the hallway. Dinnertime had long since passed. Half the lights were turned on, and some of the janitorial ghost staff were out getting a head start on the evenings tasks. Graveyard shift, you thought but restrained yourself from saying out loud.

For a moment you stayed frozen by the door, waiting for someone to notice you and tell you to clear out. When that didn’t happen, you walked as briskly as you could while keeping the noise down, making a beeline for the employee entrance to the kitchen.

Technically you seriously doubted you were doing anything that would put you in trouble. You just didn’t technically know if this was allowed, and you were too bent on your purpose to really want to be stopped this close to the finish line. You spared the room one final glance and peered through the glass porthole to see if the kitchen was occupied. Not a single ghost. Must be working on dishes. You pushed the door open quickly-

And felt it smack into something solid quite forcefully. There was a “WHOA-” and a crashing sound next you that made you jump, ducking out of the threshold and into the hallway like the door had shocked you.

It took you a second to get your bearings. Someone must’ve been approaching the door at an angle you couldn’t see through the porthole, and you’d smacked right into them. Tentatively, you pushed the door open a little more, peering around the corner to see the damages.

The guy sprawled out on the ground was wearing a school uniform, though it was hard to make it out under the foodstuffs that had spilled all over him. You were hit by an eyewatering smell of cinnamon, though you could see a bag of sugar spilling everywhere too. He was seemingly still in the process of coming too, feeling his glasses for cracks as he slowly sat up.

“I am so sorry!” You said, quickly kneeling down to try and pull some of the stuff off of him and set in on the counter nearby. “I came in too fast, I didn’t see you at all-”

“Its alright.” He said, voice slightly strained sounding. Might’ve knocked the wind out of him with that fall, which wasn’t doing much to assuage your guilt. His glasses at least seemed undamaged, and he set them back in place as he gave an awkward smile. “Was carrying too much to see the door coming before it was too late.”

“...I can see that.” You say, looking around. Flour, sugar, cinnamon, yeast, a few bowls and whisks. Was this guy trying to carry off the entire baking section? “What’s all this...?”

“There’s a party coming up in my dorm and we’re a little wiped out for materials at the moment. It was too late to go to Sam’s store, and we’re allowed to take what we need from the kitchen if we reimburse the school.” He looked down at himself, grimacing as he tried and failed to brush the mess off of his red vest. 

So he was in the same dorm as Ace and Deuce....unbidden a memory sprung to your mind of this exact guy, hair unfloured, sitting across from you. What was his name....”You’re....Trey, right?”

He seemed slightly surprised that you remembered him, eyes widening a little even as he nodded. “That’s right. You’re Ramshackle’s prefect, right?”

“Sounds a little stuffy when you say it like that.” You get to your feet, offering him a hand up. He takes it readily, though he gets to his feet easily enough. You take another look around at the damage, grimacing. “I don’t know how much of this can be saved.”

“They have a lot of supplies.” He stooped down to pick up a burst blag of flour. The powder spilled out of the tear in the bag, making a pile of white dust despite his best efforts to staunch the flow, and he sighs. “They’ll want us to clean this up.”

“I’ll....help.” You said, cringing as you looked around for a broom.

“Appreciate it.”

For a little while you work in relative silence, mostly focused on gathering up what can be saved and throwing out what can’t. You take a broom to sweep up the remainder while Trey tracks down replacements. At least the glassware seems alright, you don’t want to imagine what the staff would have to say if you’d broken that.

“So what were you doing here this late?” He said, startling you out of your thoughts. 

“Oh...well, Crowley keeps the dorm supplied with a basic grocery list, but...its not very fleshed out.” You position the dustpan carefully next to your pile. “I came in here looking for some spices, mostly.” He leans over, tapping a cabinet to the right of the sink. “That’s mostly gonna be in here. What do you need?”

“Um....” You struggle to remember your list as you get what you can into the dustpan. Your sleeves and pants are gonna be covered in a thick layer of white dust at this rate. “Cayenne, chili powder, some garam masala if they have it, paprika...”

He lets out a low whistle, and you turn to see him giving you a wry smile as he pulls your requests from the shelves. “Some like it hot, huh?”

“Very hot.” You say, with a grin of your own. You turn to dump the pan into the trash, brushing your clothes off as best you can. “I’ve also got some new recipes I want to try out, and Sam’s inventory is actually pretty limited in that department.”

“If you want some advice, pass a list of things you need pretty regularly onto him. He’ll charge you through the nose for the special order but he’ll get it to you. Or, if you’re on a budget, have someone take you shopping off campus, there’s some decent stores in the area.” He finds a small pile of paper bags in one of the drawers and puts the spice jars inside, handing it off to you.

“Thanks, that’s actually good to know.” You reached out to take it, your fingers brushing against his in the tradeoff. His hand lingered for a second in midair, and he cleared his throat as he looks away.

“Uh...Ramshackle’s kitchen can’t be very well kept though, can it.”

“Its...a work in progress.” You admitted, rolling up the top of the bag to keep it tightly closed. “I’ve been making do with an old camp stove...oh!” Your eyes lit up as you looked at him. “Heartslabyul has a good kitchen, doesn’t it? Do you think I could come by some time to use it? After hours, I promise I’ll clean everything up and use strictly my own ingredients. If there’s anything else you want me to do-”

He seemed a little stunned by the overflow of words, but you noticed a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He holds up his hands to slow you down. “Iiiii’m not really the guy you should be asking about that, technically that’s a housewarden decision. But, uh, I can ask Riddle, I suppose? He might take the suggestion a little better coming from me.”

“I’d super appreciate it.” You said, beaming as you tuck the bag into your jacket. You take a final look around the room. “Do you have everything?”

“I think so..”He fishes in his pocket, pulling out a small roll of bills which he tucks under a nearby jar. “Just have to get them home.”

“Let me help with that, then.” You gathered up as much as you could carry before he could protest. He seemed a little awkward about accepting the help, but in the end let you follow him back to the dorm. He didn’t seem entirely displeased at the arrangement. Mostly he just listened to you ramble as he walked. Every now and then you’d turn, only to catch him staring right at you. He always went a little pink when he got caught.

A new friend. A new kitchen. And a bag full of spices. Possibilities were opening up right before your very eyes.

[crescentsteel]

Keeping a Secret - Prologue

plot: ehehe lemme leave this blank for now as this is only a prologue genre: fluff, crack, slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, angst at some point wc: 2.7k

[a/n]

I am reeling just from finishing this one because Tsukki is my boy (Kuroo ily too i swear)

Who writes 2.7k words of prologue? lol me

I’ll set up the masterlist when I’m done with the 1st Chapter.

Thank you so much @oii-sugasan​ and @haikyuu-is-for-lovers​ for the betaread! :)

Let me know if you wanna be tagged

Chapter 1 || masterlist

You aren’t just annoying. You’re a fucking menace. Every time he goes to the gym, your presence is like a plague. You're just a manager, but sometimes he thinks that you think you’re the assistant coach. There’s nothing he’d love more than to shower you with the nastiest, most off-handed comments, just to shut you up and wipe the cheery grin that taunts him every time he sees you. 

Seriously, you’re all over the place -- you talk to all members of the team as if you’re a player yourself, you nag everyone to take care of themselves outside training like you’re their older sister, you hand out self-gathered information on upcoming matches as soon as matchups are announced, you scamper around the gym tossing balls, assembling the net, doing whatever the hell you can get your hands on, all the while wearing those stupid shorts that distract the majority of the team, especially the new members. 

As his eyes follow you, you suddenly turn around to face him, breaking him from his reverie. Even when you’re halfway across the gymnasium, he can see the sharp playfulness that you always exude whenever you talk to him. 

“Tsukishima!” You wave at him with that disgustingly sweet grin. “If you’re done staring at my sexy back, you can start your blocking drills, okay?!” you shout with a voice loud enough for everyone else in the gym to hear.  Tsukishima feels multiple sets of eyes glance towards his direction and he ‘tsks’ in annoyance under his breath.

He immediately walks away. He refuses to hear more of the unnecessary and untrue prattles directed at him by you.  

He hears footsteps follow him. Judging from its pace and heavy strides, he already knows its Kogane without even looking

“Oi, Tsukki. Do you like our manager?”

He doesn’t understand why Kogane is whispering when you’re half a court away from them. More than that, he doesn’t understand why Kogane assumes he likes you. For one, you were wrong: he wasn’t even staring at you. He was staring randomly at nothing while thinking  about how irritating you are and you just happened to be at his line of sight. 

“I don’t see anything to like about her,” he replies passively. 

“What? Why? She’s super helpful -- and pretty too.” Kogane, just like the rest of the team, believes so. Even Kyoutani is fond of you because of that one time you received his spike on full force. You rolled on your back from the sheer power of it but you were able to receive it perfectly, making the whole team go wild when you did, with him as the only exception as he found it inane. 

“If you think so, go confess or something then.” 

“You know we can’t!” Pink stains begin to surface on his teammate’s cheeks, obviously infatuated with you. Then again, this is not new to him. It was a basic reaction from anyone whose dick is more functional than their brain.  Maybe it’s because you’re the only female so close to everyone else. Honestly, he really doesn’t know. But one thing’s for sure. Kogane has 0 chances with you, and neither does every player of Sendai Frogs. 

He remembers the conceitedness you displayed even in your first year as a manager. You two became part of the team almost at the same time. He was two months in when the former manager introduced you to the team. As she finished introducing you, you whispered to her to add something. It went something like ‘oh, umm. y/n-chan also said that no one from the team can’t date her.’ Even the former manager looked at you weirdly but you were just there beaming as you bowed to everybody. 

They thought it was a joke, but when you became a full-pledged manager in less than six months, you announced it yourself. 

‘I know I’m kind of cute, but I won’t ever consider dating anyone from the team. Okay?’

You announce it with a sickening smile every time there are new members, reminding everyone else that you’re untouchable. 

It’s fucking atrocious, to him at least. Unlike the other players from his team, he’s not shallow enough to fancy you just because you’re not disgusting to look at, or that you did your managerial duties so exceedingly well.

He grits his teeth. He hates it. How can someone so chaotic as you be so effective in managing the team. What grinds him even more is that you go to the same university he does, and even there, your presence stinks. He once had a class with you only to find out that you’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be. 

It’s infuriating. He can’t wait for the day you mess up -- only then would he finally get the chance to diss you. He’ll turn that shit-eating smile of yours upside down. 

--

Man, nothing boosts your mood better than bugging Tsukishima. When you felt his sinister stare boring at your back earlier, you just couldn’t waste the opportunity to say something about it. He just ignored you, but the scowl on his face was enough response to satisfy you. 

The truth is, you have nothing against Tsukishima. Yeah, he has a sharp tongue and a vile attitude, but hey, he’s a good team player. He doesn’t speak much, but he gets shit done in matches. Despite his foul personality, he’s actually manageable: he listens to you and he rarely shows up late. He’s not particularly motivating to look at, but he still does what’s asked of him. For some reason that you don’t know, he still hasn’t spat out his usual, rancid remarks towards you. You know he’s itching to, and honestly, you’re kind of curious of what he’ll throw your way. 

Still, for the last three years he kept his mouth shut even though he looks at you like you’re the most unpleasant being he’s ever laid eyes on. 

“Y/n!”

You jog towards the team coach, Coach Mira. “Yes, Coach?”

“Do you like Tsukishima?” she asks curiously. The question is funny to you but you hold back the laughter and smile instead.

You like Coach Mira a lot. She’s more like an older sister than a coach to you. You’re free to share a few laughs with her, and she values your input to the team. Maybe it’s because you’re both women drowned in a sea of male athletes that you sort of have that innate connection. 

“No, Coach. Why?”

“Cause you pay attention to him the most.”

“I don’t see what’s to like about him,” you veer your gaze towards his direction, watching his scowling face as he walks away, Koganegawa following closely behind him. You can’t hear them, but the sight is already amusing as it is. “I just like putting him in place whenever he’s being extra nasty,” you add. 

“If you say so, y/n. Honestly, I don’t really care if you go out with one of them.” 

You wave your hand back and forth like you’re swatting a fly. “No way, Coach. They’re like little boys I’m taking care of.”

She sweeps her gaze behind you, scanning all the players present in the court. “Can’t say they feel the same way though.” Then she looks at the same person you’re looking at. “Well, maybe except for Tsukishima.”

“That’s why I like messing around with him the most,” you admit with mirth as you watch Tsukishima get away from Kogane.

--

Everyone in the gymnasium is staring as they enter the arena. If there’s one thing opposing teams remember about the Sendai Frogs, it’s their female tandem of a stone-cold coach and a ‘hot,’ bubbly manager who walk side by side in front of the whole team, not the players.

It’s not really an issue for Tsukishima. He doesn’t really care. Shimizu had the same reputation back in high school. But you? You’re not Shimizu. You aren’t even close.

And you, being the chaotic mess that you are, you milked the attention. Whenever someone blatantly gapes at you,  you’d wave at them. You’d even entertain those who openly flirted with you. In retrospect, he should find it despicable. Rather finds it entertaining. So does the rest of the team.

When the Sendai Frogs reach their spot, a guy wearing a Tamaden Elephants jersey approaches you shamelessly. A brave (maybe a little bit foolish) act, considering you’re with the whole team.

“Hi!”

You turn around and greet him just as enthusiastically, maybe even more.

“I just want to say, great game from last season, he says as he scratches the back of his head. 

Liar. 

If the guy really wants to acknowledge the team’s play from last season, he’d approach one of the players. He also wouldn’t have that stupid blush on his awe-struck face. 

“Thank you! Great game indeed,” you return the compliment.

As soon as the guy starts fidgeting, Tsukishima can already guess what comes next: it’s either a date or your number.

“If you don’t mind, can I get your number?”

Tsukishima sneers at how predictable the scene is, and he can’t wait to see what comes next.

You beam at the guy. “Sure! It’s number 1.”

He still smiles even though he’s obviously dumb-founded. “Sorry, what?”

“My number, right? It’s 1. Cause we’re number 1 in the district,” You say with that fake innocence that isn’t really fooling anyone.

“...Uhh.”

“Go Sendai Frogs!” You cheer out of the blue and as if an automated response, the rest of the team, even Tsukishima (though lifelessly), answers.

“Sendai Frogs fight!”

The loud baritone of deep male voices drew the attention of other people in the area, brightening your face up even more as you focus on the guy in front of you again. He looks scandalized by what just happened. 

“How about you? What’s your number?” you ask, pushing the guy to a mental corner as Tsukishima and his team glares at him while waiting for how he’ll answer. An embarrassed blush replaces the previously infatuated one as he realizes that he shouldn’t have made the mistake of hitting on you. 

“I-I’m not really sure,” his voice loses any shred of confidence it once had.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” you feign sympathy. 

“Yeah.” The guy looks down. “Guess I’ll see you around,” he adds before retreating defeatedly.

“Bye! Nice to meet you,” you wave cordially. ‘Whoever you are, newbie elephant,’ you say to yourself as you watch the unfamiliar member of the Elephants go back to his team, a team you wiped the floor with last season.

Until now, you don’t understand why people still even bother. You welcomed the flirtations, but never really went out with anybody. You’re not really opposed to getting in a relationship, but like -- Gooood! They’re all so uninteresting. Rejecting them is more fun than the mere prospect of dating them.

You feel a familiar touch on your shoulder. 

“Good job boosting the team morale,” Coach Mari says in a volume that only you can hear as she pats you.

“Thanks, Coach!” You grin at her praise. 

You turn around to check your players and your eyes instantly land on Tsukishima who had just put on his white headphones and began scrolling at his phone. Around him, everyone else has already started stretching. 

You bounce your way to him, knowing that you’d instantly get his attention even without saying anything. But even with you ogling when you stopped in front of him, he still doesn’t budge.

“Tsukishima.”

No response.

‘Heh,’ you snicker internally. He never fails to amuse you when he tries to ignore you. 

“Tsu~ ki~ shi~ ma~” You bob your head sideways, popping at the opposing sides of his phone so he’ll notice you.

You don’t miss the minute twitch of his eyes as he drags his phone closer to him in an attempt to shut you out. 

Tsk tsk. He should know better by now that you're not the type to back away. 

You go beside him instead, tiptoeing so you can see what he’s so busy looking at. As soon as your arms touch his, he puts down his phone and irritatedly removes his headphones. 

He’s shooting daggers at you, making you giddy with excitement as he looks like he’s about to say something you. You hold his gaze with a raised eyebrow and subtle smirk that you couldn’t suppress. Did he get fed up already? Is he finally going to say something?

‘Do it. Do it. Do it,’ you chant in your head. 

He takes in a painful deep breath instead. “What?” The single word contains so much disdain that you want to cackle so bad. 

“Shouldn’t you be stretching?” you query.

“In a bit.”

You leisurely shake your head with disapproval. “I know you’re a lazy ass fucker sometimes,” you begin. “But you always help us win. You’re our meanest, tallest, best blocker.” Your gaze drops down to his ankles and travels up.

“So,” you continue, dropping your voice amusedly, “stretch those gorgeous, God-given, legs you have.” Your eyes linger on his thighs before landing up to his face to smile sweetly at him. “Will you?”

This is one of the moments you’re pretty sure he won’t dare talk back at you. Why? Because you’re one hundred percent right, and he knows that too. 

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate it.

He glares at you for one second and walks towards the rest of the team to join them. 

--

Playing at the professional level, he always considers one match to be a big win already, even if it’s just the first match of the regular rounds. Ever since he became a starter for Sendai Frogs, he was not allowed to slack off even for one rally. He could take the lecture if it’s from Coach, but he couldn’t stomach it if it’s from you. 

Even before the match started, you were already on his grill, pestering him just because he wasn’t warming up yet. He was pissed the whole game and put extra effort than usual to make sure that you won’t have anything to say after. 

“Um, excuse me.” A girl from Red Rabbits blocks him on his way to the restroom. “Tsukishima, right?”

He can tell that she is trying her best to look nonchalant, but the familiar tint on her face is telling.

Tsukishima had never understood girls who approach him for anything remotely romantic. Does he look like he’s interested? It’s not that he’s not open to the idea of dating, but he finds it unpleasant when people go after him because they like how he plays. Worse, for some obtuse reason like him being ‘cute.’

“Yes. Why?”

She smiles at him bashfully with her arms crossed behind her. “I’m also a middle blocker. I was really inspired with how you read block so well. If it’s okay with you, can you teach me how you do it?”

Why would he do that? He’s already a senior college student who’s also a professional athlete. He has no reason to go out of his way to teach someone read blocking. Especially someone who’s already supposed to know it since (as she claims) she’s also a middle blocker. Judging from where they currently are, someone from Division 1 no less. 

“Sorry. I’m really busy,” he says bluntly. 

“Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you.” She bows then takes off immediately. 

He watches as the girl from Red Rabbits scampers off as quickly as humanly possible. Did she really think he’d agree to it?

He is too occupied to notice the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and only when you speak does he notice your presence.

“Aww, poor girl going out of her way to ask you out.” 

He groans. Why are you even here? You’re supposed to be checking on the team since their match just ended.

You fall into step beside him as he brushes your comment off and continues heading for the rest rooms.

“I didn’t ask her to,” he calmly responds despite your irksome presence. 

“How are you going to get a girlfriend like that?” you ask exaggeratedly as if not getting in a relationship will lead to his ruin.

“I don’t need one.”

You gasp. “Damn, Tsukishima. Men your age are all about raging hormones. Where do you put all that raging testosterone?”

He purses his lips in a corner, his jaw tensing at your remark. Men his age? You talk as if you’re older when you’re in the same year he is.

Also, what the fuck?

Now you’re nagging about his personal life too? You’re already aggravating as the team manager. Now you’re even sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.

His blatant irritation must have shown in his face because you suddenly let out a giggle. “My bad, my bad. Don’t look so scary. Geez. Where you get action is none of my business. I just followed you to let you know that we’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

You turn around, about to go back but stop before you make the first step. “Oh, and we have a meeting later. I did the stat sheets of the game and gave it to the coach already. Great blocking, Tsukishima!” You pat his shoulder twice with a proud smile, then saunter off back to the arena. 

Damn it. If only you aren’t so good at being a manager, he would actually be able to dislike you to the fullest. Not only that, he wouldn’t feel that silly, tiny contentment he felt upon hearing you.

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[sachirou-senpai]

if you don't mind can i request general headcannons for being karasuno & nekoma's female manager?

of course! 💞💞💖💝💕 i hope you enjoy!!!

Karasuno:

okay, i firmly believe this would be one of the most emotionally fulfilling teams to manage

just seeing them all come so far?

and the way the boys get along i mean, it's chaotic, but it's so pure too

and of course they all love you dearly

it's like a bunch of brothers

i'd say you're probably in your second year

tanaka and noya are your absolute best friends

and so are enoshita and narita and kinoshita, but you're just closer with tanaka and noya

y'all probably get into a fair amount of shit together

but you gotta keep it to yourselves because you are the Precious Little Manager-Chan and you must keep your reputation good for the first years (no you cannot escape that nickname, even if you're taller than all of them)

speaking of the first years, they're so nice to you??

they love you soooo much and they just think you're such a cool person

yes, even tsukishima. he absolutely has a soft spot for you.

except to see Hinata and a rather reluctant Kageyama trying to stuff chocolates into your locker on Valentine's day

not even in a romantic way, they don't really like you like that

they just wanted to be nice

which makes your heart go 💕💗💝💕💞💕💞💝

the third years are absolute blessings omg

asahi really feels calm around you, he's usually much less anxious

you just have that effect, with yachi and hinata too

daichi feels like he can kinda let loose around you? away from the rest of the team, though

if you're eating lunch together he's a lot less formal and he's honestly such a funny guy

suga does the same thing as daichi, he doesn't have to be the "mom" friend, he can just be sugawara koushi for a little bit and he absolutely loves it

kiyoko loves you. that's it. no more.

i'm kidding, but she really does love you and she's so sad to leave you but she knows you're more than capable

oh we can't forget about yams! he is babie. you love him. you're secretly trying to get tsukki to realize he's in love with him. it's kinda working. #operationreader-chanmakestsukkirealizehesinlovewithyamaguchi

coach ukai also really likes you, mostly because you keep the boys in line and don't let them eat too many snacks, but he thinks you're pretty nice too

takeda sensei thinks you're a blessing from the heavens.

overall, 10/10 team. you will not be dating anyone until college though. they're all too protective for that.

Nekoma:

this would be such a silly team to be a manager for!!

you'd definitely have a lot of fun

honestly they're probably such sweethearts

actually, y'know what, they are and you can't tell me otherwise.

you're also a second year

with kenma 💞

omg kenma loves you so much

not that he'd show it

but he just loves that you're so patient with him and that you treat the team so well

speaking of treating the team well, they're all fucking in love with you because of how nice you are to them

kuroo high-key looks up to you (even if you're shorter than him) because you're so kind and gentle with his team

oh don't get me wrong, manager-chan can kick some ass when you need to, but you're sweet to them as a general rule

lev follows you like a lost puppy most of the time, because he is a lost puppy most of the time

yaku tells you not to be so nice to lev and like "whip him into shape" or something but honestly he thinks it's adorable how patient and sweet you are with him

and the other first years!

you're! so! sweet! to! them!

give them so many hugs and let them know they're loved 💝💞💗

yuki and tamahiko are literal dolls around you, you've gotten yourself some personal assistants

sometimes they act like the manager for you so you don't have to work as much

and you're like, "babes, this is my job"

whatever, just let them do it. it makes them feel good

also, the coaches let you sleep with the team when you're at training camps because sometimes the first years get anxious about being away from home 🥺💝

i think inuoka would be a really fun person to be around, like y'all would have so much fun!

he'd be the type to stay up a little too late with you to watch fail videos on your phone

kenma and fukunaga also really like fail videos but would never tell you because they feel guilty

it's true, #kenmaandfukunagaareclosetedfailvideolovers

kuroo absolutely does not feel any shame, and will annoyingly watch over your shoulder

once, he laughed so hard he woke up the whole team and he swears you beat him into next week

kai. is such an angel. he had such kind eyes. will be your salvation when it all gets too much. so nice. please hug him. he needs it.

yaku is nice. he also deserves hugs. he also does not kick you. he loves you too much.

yamamoto is so chaotic!!! he protects you at all costs

he will even sacrifice his pride for you, without a doubt, he just loves you

you probably bring them some sort of sweet treat every week, and they really wanted to give you something back so yamamoto and kai tried to organize a hangout where they'd make you something nice

they made you "cookies"

i don't think they could really be considered cookies

let's just say you thought you were being poisoned

you ate them anyway and hoped they were actually edible

although the next day you found a box of cookies in your locker with a note that said "we love you lots, thanks for being our manager. -kenma"

you died of happiness.

194829203910/10 team. so wonderful. 💗🥺💕💝🥺💝

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Yay! hope you liked it!!

this basically turned into "in which ______ school's volleyball team falls head over heels in love with their manager" and i'm really here for it

i 💞 these boys and they 💞 us too 💗💗💗

Requests and matchups are open!

[existingispetty]

Hiii can I have a matchup for haikyuu please? My pronouns are she/her and can I have a matchup with a boy please?

 I seem social and friendly (like I have no problem talking to strangers but don't have an urge to) but I'm pretty introverted and prefer spending most of my time at home. I'm v laid-back and apathetic a good portion of the time. That being said, I can get competitive when doing some things like sports or gaming (though I rarely do the latter). I grew up with geniuses/naturally skilled family and friends and I try my best to match that. I apparently have some aegyo and apparently give off a kind of princess vibe but also I’m quite blunt and logic oriented (wears girly things but has guy energy). I tend to look at the bright side of things because I hate having ~bad vibes~. I think I'm really chill until I'm not and I will confront someone if they're irritating me (but like justifiably not just because I happen to feel irritated.)

I'm low-energy and usually drink an energy drink a day or nap a lot. My hobbies are volleyball (I think its becoming my personality trait it's takes up a good portion of my brain even though I'm not on an official team or anything), kickboxing, badminton, and sketching.

My love language receiving is quality time b/c I appreciate when someone makes time for me, even if its just running errands. Giving is physical touch because I'm not very good at it so I don't do it much. I have a weird dynamic in relationships - if the person is more extroverted/playful I'm a tsundere but if he's an introvert, I'm way more nice/nurturing. I need someone dominant and protective for sure and I like them a bit possessive (toxic ik I'm sorry -_-). I also need someone I admire because my family/friends are pretty skilled, cool, or talented so I kinda expect that but I realise that can be defined in different ways.

This is a lot of information I'm so sorry but I haven't done a personality matchup in a while with updated information so I'm super excited for this. Thank you!

Hello! Thank you very much for the ask! I apologize for the wait and I hope you enjoy! 

P.s no need to apologize for all the info!  p.s p.s sorry if their name is messed up autocorrect was not cooperating.

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Your matchup is…(insert very aggressive drumroll*)

Kenma Kozume

While Kenmacan make conversation he isn’t very happy to do so. He prefers to stick to himself and those close to him.  When Kenma isn’t forced to go out he tends to be at home. Kenma is only competitive when it comes to games. Though most of the people around him don’t give him much of a challenge. Kenma is naturally very smart and has never struggled much with grades or assignments. 

Kenma is brutally honest at times. If you mention that annoys you he’ll try to be less brutal but still honest. Kenma can be a very negative person unless it’s something that effects him minorly. Kenma particle lives on energy drinks at this point. He sometimes has trouble sleeping. Kenma loves drawing portions of his imagination.  Kenma would gladly skip volleyball, school and even work (if he managed to get a job as a teen). Kenma enjoys physical touch but he isn’t clinging 24/7.  Kenma gets jealous very easily from insecurities and from wanting you to like only him. (Same though it makes me feel appreciated.) kenma actually amazing at writing, drawing and most obviously gaming.

[foralwaysandforever]

Hello love, I came across your account and saw that you were doing matchups, so a Harry Potter matchup would really put a smile on me (either era, or both… it’s all up to you!) <3

So about me, I’m bisexual without any preference. I’m a 5’4 female, taurus, INTP 4w5 and my hogwarts house is slytherin.

I don’t know if this really matters but here’s a physical description of me. I have blond, shoulder length and wavy hair. My skin is pale with slight dark circles under my eyes. Talking about eyes, mines are green and bright, although sometimes they do look grey. The way I dress changes every week, like honestly. I go from full on dark academia one week to rather ”preppy” the other.

Other than that I play guitar, and I’d like to say and think I am good at it bc when I play you could mistake me for being a musician. Lowkey. Anyways I used to have very little confident but then I started wearing eyeliner and now I feel like I rule the world.

I’m over all introverted. My friend and family describes me as intelligent, which I can agree on partly. I’m a good at speaking and arguing when someone has disgusting and terrible views such as homophobia, rasicm etc. My humor is straight up terrible. So dry and dark. I’m the kind of person to die laughing at my own shitty jokes. I’m very very ambitious. I am a good listener and I really try to help people with things that is bothering them. One of my flaws is how pessimistic I am and how I always complain about the smallest things. I’m trying hard to change that though. Like currently I’ve been complaining about my constantly cold hands for weeks (yea I feel pretty bad for my poor friends)

As you might have noticed, I love music. The possibility of finding me dancing and jumping around to songs no one likes but me is definitely huge. Other than that I read quite a lot. Usually it’s realistic books about mental instability, or those about crime. I love watching true crime even though it makes me scared of everything. Also, horror movies. Omg I love them. Moving on I write poetry as a way to express my feelings when I can’t get them out of my mouth. I’m not an active person at all, like I’ve tried a bunch of sports and I dislike em all.

Here are some other random facts about me: I love learning new languages, i’m currently trying my best to learn both italian, spanish and french (french only so I can write a love letter to absolutely no one 🙄) I’m addicted to matcha latte and Iced coffee. I curse too much. I love candles, especially those who smell good. I really enjoy museums and I like history over all. I’m so good at cooking omg. My favorite tv shows are american horror story and euphoria.

That’s about it. My prounouns are she/her btw <33 have a great day and thanks in advance

Here you go! A couple of things: 1) I picked a picture of a fancast for Remus because I imagine you with younger him rather than older him. If you don't like that picture or already have what younger Remus would look like in your imagination, by all means imagine him that way :) and 2) spoilers if you haven't checked yet but I specifically think you match with book Ginny with her sass and unique personality. Anyways, I hope you like it <333 also your description of yourself is super cool, I love it! Poetry is fire hehe

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I match you with Remus!

-Remus loves to hear you play guitar. Remus was never musically inclined (as strange as that may sound, he seems like a violin or piano sort of guy to me) but he loved listening to you play your guitar. He always thought any piece of music sounded better when you played it, and he loved the way you could do it so effortlessly. He was never one for dancing, but he would dance with you to your favorite songs, even if he felt he looked ridiculous doing it. The effects of love, right?

-We all know Remus is a sweetheart, so he would literally do anything for you, especially if you were hurt or upset. You honestly reminded him of Sirius, something that you would snort at whenever he mentioned it. But there was something about you. Whenever you sensed the slightest change in Remus's attitude, you would check up on him. And in return, whenever you were looking the slightest bit downcast, Remus was there to invite you to sit by the lake with him. You often would read stories to each other while sitting by the lake, taking turns leaning against the other person as they read. Forehead kisses are something that is constant in your relationship.

-Remus hates confrontation, but you will always find him by your side whenever there is a debate between you and someone with despicable views. He loves how you can always defend your beliefs rationally and logically. He also likes your humor. Probably not as much as James and Sirius do, dark humor is their favorite type, but you can always count on Remus to groan at your jokes, a bit of a grin on his face. Whenever you feel your pessimistic outlook on life start to creep up on you, you can always turn to Remus. He has an almost optimistic look on things, even though his werewolf situation weighs him down a lot. He loves to find the good in things, he learned a while back that if you focus on the good, the bad gets smaller and smaller. So he'll point out the first flower of spring, or comment on how beautiful your hair looks, or admire how shimmery the lake looks when the sun shines right above it. You can't help but feel a bit happier when you're with him.

-Remus knows you love poetry, and it just so happens that he's actually pretty good. He'll show you rough drafts of his works and ask for criticism. He'll also ask if you wanna share any poetry with him, he's always impressed at how well you have a way with words. He jokes about you being the next brilliant poet, but he really believes that you could go places. Speaking of words, Remus knows several languages. He volunteers to tutor you, and every week he makes time to teach you some vocabulary. Sometimes, he’d decide that you needed a quieter place to study, so he’d take you to museums to work on French, and then take breaks to look at the art or sculptures. 

I match you with Ginny!

-Ginny loves your outfit spontaneousness, so she often will try to match you whenever it's possible. She would invite you to Hogsmeade, wait to see what you were wearing, sprint back into her dorm, and emerge with a matching outfit. She thought it was the most hilarious thing, but she also genuinely enjoyed it. Over all, she just adores you. You have so many quirks and unique abilities that leave her breathless. She had never met a person as wonderful as you, and she was sure she never would meet another. She would fawn over you whenever she could get the chance, her siblings often ask you, “where is the real Ginny, what have you done with her?” because they had never seen her act so deeply in love until she found you. She loves laying her head in your lap, reading aloud to you some fairytale novel that you can blissfully imagine yourself as a character in. 

-Ginny's humor is about as “horrible” as yours, she will always add onto your jokes with an even worse quip. It usually ends up with both of you leaning on each other, doubled over with laughter. Do people find it strange? Maybe, but at this point, you both couldn’t care less. As a result, a lot of inside jokes would appear between you two. Ron would roll his eyes whenever he was near you two, but Hermione thought you both were so endearing together. Your life wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but you knew you could always fall back on Ginny if ever the need be. Her attitude would always put a smile on your face. 

-You don't play sports? Even better, you can attend Ginny's Quidditch games. You're her number one supporter, she loves being able to look into the crowd and spot you in a moment. You always stood out from everyone else, sometimes she'll make an extra lap around the stadium just to pass you again. After an inevitable victory, Ginny would drop everything and race towards you, jumping into your arms, kissing you all the while. Afterwards, when you get home, she’d give you play-by-play’s of her favourite parts of the game, and you would listen patiently. She especially loved to do that next to the fireplace, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders while she played with your hair. She likes to keep you warm, no cold hands here. Sometimes, she’ll unconsciously hold onto your hands, rubbing dainty circles on them until she feels them warm up. If there was one thing that you never doubted, it was Ginny’s love for you. You were certain that if it ever came to it, she would give up the moon and stars for you in an instant.

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I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AHGSJHGD I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <333

[salemorbit]

Hello!! I saw your other post and I got excited. If you’re still doing lox matchups may I please have one? 👉👈

I’m a 5’3 short hair sandy blonde and on the curvier side. and a I’m a entrepreneur (ESTP-T), Im highly competitive against games or sports if i know i can do it. I’m kind of the loud soccer mom of the group who’s constantly getting hurt but having a pain tolerance Thats through the roof makes up for it. All of my friends are guys since I seem to get along with them better than girls. I’m reckless but know when to step in when a friend is in need. Music is also a big part of my life as I always have some sort of rap or 80s song playing to keep my mind busy. I swim competitively against other people and I’ve even made it into districts a few times. I’m a small artist but like to keep it a hobby instead of a job. I’m incredibly patient and enjoy hanging with kids as I work as a camp counselor.

Thank you so much for your time and drink some water ❤️

hi!!! thanks so much for the request <33 hope you like itttttt

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BOTW/LOZ Matchup!

Based on your characteristics, I think you'd do best with.....

Revali!

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Honest to goodness, Revali thought you were a nuisance when the two of you first met

You had been childhood friends with Link and tagged along with his training after he was declared the princess's knight

You were really into rough and tumbling around, scarcely paying attention to the cleanest and most effective way out of a situation or how to do things

Needless to say, that was almost entirely opposite of any ethics Revali held

You caught his eye, though, with such resilience during training or any skirmishes that you assisted Link in

You would often suffer many minor injuries that would certainly take most whiny soldiers off the field, but you insisted on trucking on through anyways

He also noticed how much you cared for other people, especially your friends, and how loyal you were when it came to helping them in a time of need

Revali knew that any surface-level person wouldn't go through that kind of stuff for anyone, and admired your inisistance on aiding others

Your competitiveness is really where you two got along, even if it caused you to butt heads most days and seemed to foster more hindrance than help in many cases

But you two were so competitive that it would lead to a great end result anyway that showcased how well the two of you worked together

It was a really whack dynamic like that lmao

The two of you grew even closer when you stayed for a few days in Rito Village after a long quest left you needing some rest and relaxation for a bit

You loved to hang out with the younger Rito and even participated in some of their birdsong concerts that they would put on for their parents

Revali's tiny heart grew a few sizes bigger when he watched your care and compassion for the little ones shine through, and your talent for making literally anything even more fun

Your personality was definitely a shining light at the end of the tunnel vision Revali usually had, but he wouldn't trade it for the world

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thank you again so so much!! also thank u for being patient lmao

[angeldahlias]

Hi! Congrats on 50 followers, I love your event, I gotta think of something cool for mine. Anyway could I please get a character matchup for Obey Me or MHA? You can choose which, I don’t mind. My name’s Hope and I’m bi with a preference for men. I’m very affectionate and have been described by friends as a ‘good witch but a bad bitch’ which is a pretty effective summary of my personality. I always want to be there for my buds and to be the best person I can be. I also am a tad sarcastic and very much loyal to my friends and anything I get attached to. I love books and all kinds of stories and writing and reading are big hobbies of mine. Other than those and going to the cinema, my interests tend to vary based on my current hyperfixation (I’m autistic) so they’re pretty much all over the place. I do consistently love music though. The main thing that really bugs me about people is when they disrespect others. Like I can befriend pretty much anyone who treats people with respect and kindness. I also hate loud noises so I don’t like people who scream a lot. Finally my ideal first date is either cinema and a walk/drink after (because I love the cinema and sharing that experience with someone) or going to a bookstore with someone. I go for the rule of pacifism till provoked. The douchebags at my school are actually polite to be cause they’re a bit scared of me due to me calling them out on stuff. When provoked, I will absolutely fight to the death though I usually will give second chances to those who seem willing to learn from their mistakes. I’m an INFP/J-T. I like all kinds of stories especially in book or movie form (cinemas and libraries are elite). I also like cats, hamsters, various other small creatures (not insects though they freak me out) and people in small to medium quantities. I hate anyone who doesn’t treat others with respect, loud noises and mornings.

thank you!! generally i just do sleepover events lol, feel free to take some elements from mine if you’d like, i don’t mind!

i ship you with…

eijiro kirishima!

you both seem like absolute balls of sunshine! you’re def very similar in being there for your friends, having lots of loyalty, and pretty much being able to befriend anyone. and the douchebags being nice to you!! i’m genuinely just getting like softer eiji vibes from you which i just adore!

he’s not much of a reader, and absolutely not a writer, but he does enjoy a good book now and again and would for sure read books you recommended to him so that you guys can discuss them, and would love to read your own writing if you want him to! he would loveeeee taking to to movies, i think he’s secretly a movie buff, not in the obnoxious way but he’s always really interested in whatever new movies are coming out and would take you to see whichever ones you’d like! and you’d never have to pay because how unmanly would that be if he invited you out to the movies and then made you pay? no way.

he’s definitely a soft dom unless you ask him for something different, but he’s usually really down for anything. he’s not a service dom but he really does want to just make you happy, he’ll give you sooooo much praise. to him there’s no better feeling than seeing a smile on your face and knowing he’s caused it, especially if it’s from giving you earth shattering orgasms.

dahlia’s 50 follower sleepover

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝S/O with emotion related quirk.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Takami Keigo ] 

「Headcanons of Aizawa and Hawks with S/O who has an emotion related quirk.」

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♤ He thinks that its interesting that your feelings actually have an effect on your quirk. Even though it's interesting, it could be dangerous as well, seeing as how people's emotions can have an effect on so many things. Your quirk was somewhat similar to telekinesis and it seems to be heavily influenced by your emotions. You had subconsciously sealed away your emotions to control your abilities and try your best not to let them affect you. There's a limit to how much emotions you can bottle up. Once you reach your limit, your powers will go berserk depending on the emotion you felt. 

♤ Put simply, you will have a significant boost in your abilities. How you use your power will depend on the emotion you felt. You could go berserk if you're feeling angry or afraid. If you're a fellow hero, it will be very reassuring to have Aizawa by your side. It may trouble him since he has to always keep an eye on you but he always assures you that it's not a problem at all. Aizawa would always tell you not to overwork or force yourself too much. He would make sure that you take care of yourself and pay attention to your health at all times.

♤ There was one time where you got mad over villains making fun of your fallen comrades and treating people like they were trash. The pent up rage that exploded was strong, enough to destroy buildings and streets without you having to lift a single finger. Despite losing control of your emotions, you were able to differentiate between friend and foe. It took a lot of effort from the heroes' side to calm you down. Usually, Aizawa is there to disable your quirk.

♤ If you're not a hero, he will still be a bit worried about you. You wouldn't use your quirk that often, only for doing trivial tasks. Even so, it's not like instances where you would lose your temper wouldn't happen. Aizawa finds it intimidating and amusing when you actually lose your temper. You'd accidentally make things float out of frustration and when you're sad, the lights in the room would dim and he would find you huddled up in the corner of the sofa with a blanket around your body. But he thinks that this is kind of cute.

♤ Aizawa remembers one particular night. You were so hyped up for movie night and had put up a movie that your friends recommended to you. It was quite sad that you wouldn't stop crying throughout the remaining 15 minutes of the movie as it went through a few flashbacks. He had watched in amusement as your ice cream and cookies floated from the kitchen and into your hands.

HAWKS (TAKAMI KEIGO)

☆ Honestly, this man will tease you for fun. To put it simply, your quirk was aura manipulation and the colors actually change depending on your mood. Normally it's white in color. Even though it changes color, it doesn't really have an effect on the power of your quirk. Hawks loves teasing you because its kind of amusing to see the colors change and he always says that it looked kind of pretty. Of course, this made you a bit mad because you feel like he's making fun of you or something like that.

☆ If you work as a hero, Hawks will be your supportive boyfriend. There were rare occasions where you would let your emotions influence your hero activities. You would get angry at villains that manage to get on your nerves, your fighting style will become much more aggressive and you would start paying no need to the damage you have caused to the surrounding buildings. Hawks would be the one to calm you down and tell you to take it easy. Sometimes it pisses you off but on other times, seeing him so carefree made you think that it was quite stupid of you to be so riled up.

☆ There was an occasion where you got so mad over something that everyone’s attempt to calm you down was useless. It was a day at work, one of your superiors had given you a huge stack of paperwork, and demanding that you finish it before leaving. At first, you understood that it was your responsibility as you were the one responsible for the damage caused in the previous mission you were on. But your mood got worse when your peers made fun of you for causing more damage.

☆ You were pretty grumpy and in a bad mood for an entire day, and you were unconsciously radiating a red aura. It wasn't until you arrived home that your mood improved. Hawks was informed by your co-workers about your bad mood and was told to brace himself. And he was prepared for it. He had bought your favorite food, surprised you with something that you had an eye on for quite a while, and many more! By the end of the day, you would wonder how he actually knew when you needed some comfort from him. However, he would be very secretive and telling you that you don't need to know that.

☆ If you weren't a hero, he would still treat you the same. He loves to make you all shy and embarrassed, not only you look cute but he gets to see that flowery and pink aura radiating off of you. Honestly, it really depends on how good you are with your quirk and handling your emotions. Either way, Hawks is there to help you with everything! He never really judges people based on their quirks and status.

Total: 952 words Published: 28.08.2020

Thank you to those who participated in the poll!

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ Hope you didn’t mind us specifying the quirk!― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! Hope you liked it, anon! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed!

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

[serodev]

Hi, I'm brand new to the fandom and your blog but I figured why not? ^^. I'd like a matchup too if you don't mind, congrats on 300!!

Nickname: I go by Sock mostly online, sometimes I use the alias Cali tho

Sexuality: Cishet girl

Likes/hobbies: I love to paint and bake mostly, sometimes I do a little origami if I feel like it and do a bit of meditation for the self care. I haven't read often lately but I do love a good fantasy book. My favorite place to go is the beach, and these probably didn't exist in the time Demon Slayer takes places but I also love amusement parks and arcades, basically fun little places like that. Also a big fan of violence- jk, I mean I go for really actiony and kinda violent stories/media (lmao kinda like Demon Slayer) and I'm a sucker for badasses in general. I also love animals, I mainly have a softspot for big "scary" ones like big cats or sharks, but I have an adorable small sized puppy who I love dearly

Dislikes: Bullies, bullies, and bullies. Of any kind who do it for almost any reason, if someone picks on the little guy I automatically want to break a bone and I wish I was bigger and stronger so I could act as an effective protector of sorts. I also can't stand places that are simultaneously small and crowded. I can stay in a small room, I can be around a lot of people but I lose it entirely in a small space with a lot of people. Also can't stand litter or tagging in nature

Extra: I'm extremely loyal, as a friend and a lover, and I get easily upset when someone I care about is upset and will immediately want to remedy their feelings and/or the situation if I can help it and that will include being willing to beat the snot out of whoever made them upset. I'm an introvert mostly so I don't like to be around a lot of people for a long time or for more than two days in a row but I love having friends and can spend time with them much longer. I also love to ramble about random things that catch my interest or that I like to study, including nature and animals and all that but also again, stories I read (or you know, one of the many fandoms I'm in '^^)

Note(s): I've never actually heard someone go by Sock on the internet, but it doesn't matter too much because that nickname is way too cute for me to handle;;; Also, awwhh... I'm more than sure that your puppy's cute too!

I match you up with...

Tanjiro Kamado!

» Everything about you and your personality just screams to me how well you and Tanjiro would get along! You two would be everyone's favorite power couple, that's for sure!

» Oh gosh, the things you two would do together... It doesn't matter to Tanjiro if he's awful at something (like being on rollercoasters or maybe even watching some of the violent media you're into) because he really wants to spend time with you, and he's making sure that you don't feel alone while being with him! (The boy's like a personal puppy if you squint enough.)

» Tanjiro's the guy who will actually break a bone (by accident!!!) if he sees someone bullying an innocent person, and you might have to pull him back before he makes the bully bleed by headbutting them or something!

» His dedication for justice is cute, though, so it's hard to be angry towards him, so please try to kiss his cheek or something when the whole bullying scenario is sorted out.

» I think that spending time with Tanjiro can be an extremely pleasant thing for you even with your introverted personality, thanks to his calm and sometimes stupid character. (Thankfully, though, he's usually pretty cute while he's acting stupid, so it doesn't really burn too much energy when you try to explain things to him)