#( ' AN APPETIZER. ' / HC. )

[erabundus]

i  think  despite  being  amenable  to  most  foods  (  provided  they  aren't  overly  sweet  or  have  a  texture  he  loathes  )  ren  often  doesn't  eat  much  even  when  he  does  choose  to  try  something.  he  doesn't  need  it  to  sustain  himself.  he  experiences  no  physical  sensation  of  hunger  or  fullness.  because  he  eats  largely  for  the  taste,  there  isn't  any  point  in  picking  at  a  singular  dish  beyond  the  point  where  flavor  fatigue  sets  in  —  if  he  gets  bored  of  what  he's  eating,  he'll  just  stop.  the  only  exception  is  if  his  present  company  isn't  aware  of  what  he  actually  is,  in  which  case  he  may  put  forth  an  effort  to  clean  enough  of  his  plate  as  to  not  arouse  suspicion.

by  default,  he  most  often  prefers  to  eat  many  small  portions  stretched  out  over  a  longer  period  of  time  —  as  opposed  to  a  couple,  much  larger  meals.  this  is  part  of  the  reason  why  he  has  such  a  fondness  for  miscellaneous  (  savory  )  snacks.  a  handful  of  mixed  nuts.  a  bit  of  bread.  it's  little  things  that  allow  him  to  experience  taste  without  growing  tired  of  it. though alternatively, he's more open to larger meals if the flavor is complex enough, or they include multiple components to keep things interesting.

#𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝ #food tw #( he enjoys food he just likes having a variety bc he's just there to taste test basically. ) #( he would rather get three appetizers than one meal bc it gives him a wider range of flavors ) #( he prefers bitterness ofc ofc but there's so many dishes that can fall beneath that umbrella & he'd rather have a little of everything )

[bailesona]

so if your muse ever goes to the diner in search of shelter from a paparazzi mob, the go-to response is for rani to tell henri that the cameras are back again, bc henri sued the ever-loving shit out of five major tabloids after they hounded him at the diner in the aftermath of his divorce, and so whenever henri thinks they're back to harass him again he storms out with a frying pan and starts swinging until everyone's sprinted out of camera-shot.

#( OUT OF COFFEE. ) #( ' AN APPETIZER. ' / HC. ) #( MUSE: H. KAPOOR. ) #( i am changing his fc AND his surname and u will soon learn why :) ) #( but yeah the idea of henri just ) #( being ruthless w paparazzi members ) #( it's DELICIOUS ) #( 'YOU CANNOT SET FOOT WITHIN 50 YARDS OF ME FUCKER I KNOW THE DAILY BUGLE-- ' ) #( even tourists are quick to hide the cameras bc he will not discriminate from the guilty and the innocent ) #( if he sees a camera it's every man woman and child for themselves )

[nabataprophet]

[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

prompts i'd like to receive

the short and boring answer? probably nothing. 

Sophia’s in an interesting spot where she could be extremely dangerous even as she is. She claims that her foresight isn’t particularly strong, but nevertheless, if she (or someone else) really wanted, she could do some serious damage. Coupled with the fact that dark mages are at risk of losing their souls to dark magic, it’s easy to imagine Sophia losing herself one day.

But Sophia does not want to hurt others. She uses her powers solely to protect Arcadia and then Roy’s army. Even Niime does not feel the need to warn Sophia of dark magic’s pitfalls in the same way she does for Raigh (hell, they don’t talk about dark magic at all in their supports).

What would Sophia do with more power? The same as usual; protect those she cares about.

#📚 ooc #📚 hc/meta #//i have a separate meta on the way about gameplay/story and what the means for sophia in the drafts so consider this a fun little appetizer #//ty for the ask!! <3

[dirtyvulture]

MILF!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!CEO!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: i just..i - i need a hc of beefy ceo!reader going back to her hometown after years of being away to visit her family (and Nat). And at dinner tiny mil!Nat just turn the big bad ceo!r into a stuttering and shy mess. Later that night Natasha is laying in bed and touching herself htinking about how R's muscle and body felt under her hands, and R spots her through the window and eventually make her way over and fucks Natasha. With a hint of powerbottom!nat and a shameful amount of dirty talk. All love to you mate.

AN: This has nothing to do with Valentine’s day, but it’s been in my drafts for a while so it’s time for it to see the light of day. Enjoy, my sinners. See you all soon. ❤️

You knock on the door twice, stepping back and bouncing the tray of cookies in your arms nervously. It had been years since you had seen your parents, and while you talked to them almost every week, you knew it was a big deal to see them in person.

Work had kept you away longer than you would have liked--but a promotion to CEO was not something you took lightly. However, once you settled into your role, you decided to take some time off and visit home.

The door suddenly opens, and your mom bursts out, jumping into your arms and you almost drop the cookies. After a few minutes of tearful hugging, your mom drags you into the house to greet your dad.

Your blissful family reunion is interrupted when you hear a familiar voice, and you look up and see Natasha Romanoff standing in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy black dress that normally you wouldn’t have allowed given that your mother was in the same room, but since it’s your first time seeing her in years too, you give her a pass.

Her curves are fuller, and she’s covered the wrinkles on her face with a heavy layer of makeup, but you think she looks even more beautiful than she was before.

“What...What are you doing here?” you ask, pushing away from your parents to approach her in the kitchen.

“Your mom invited me,” Natasha says with a shrug. “She said she didn’t feel comfortable with me being alone during the holidays.”

“Alone?” The last you had heard, she had married some wannabe actor from a popular comedy show and had a child with him. 

“Yeah.” Natasha subtly shows off her left hand, which is now absent of a wedding ring.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be.” She waves you off. You don’t miss her glance over your body and bite her lip in appreciation. With your promotion, you had less time to focus on yourself, but you still always made an effort to eat healthy and workout when you could. While you felt the results could be better, you were happy and judging from the way Natasha nodded her head as she looked away from you, she was happy too.

You help Natasha finish prepping dinner in the kitchen. You don’t miss the way she rubs her front against your back, just trying to "squeeze by” with the honey baked ham, and then her arm is almost pressed against yours when you stand side-by-side to chop the vegetables for the appetizer platter.

At the dinner table, Natasha fills your plate with a little bit of everything. You think it’s sweet that she remembers the kind of appetite you have, and the food--all of it home-cooked--is absolutely delicious. Natasha is sitting next to you, and gradually her hand finds its place on your muscular thigh, squeezing it teasingly throughout the meal.

You almost choke on a slice of ham, and Natasha pats your back to help you clear your throat. You look at her, a little nervous at her boldness, but she winks and you and turns back to her plate.

After dessert, Natasha retires to the spare bedroom on the first floor. You offer her your old bedroom, but she politely declines and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Your parents head upstairs to unwind, and you’re stuck with a mountain of dishes to clean.

But the tedious work takes your mind off Natasha, at least for a little bit. The touches against you during dinner, the way she kept bringing up her loneliness from the divorce. You know she’s desperate for you, but you don’t know if it’s right to reciprocate. After all, you had just reconnected, and it seemed a little rash to go after her again after how things ended the last time.

You tie up the full trash bag and carry it outside to throw directly into the bin. The window to Natasha’s room is near the garbage bins, and it’s open just enough for you to hear her inside.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N. Yes, right there, baby. Harder. I need more of you.”

You drop the trash bag on the ground in shock, sneaking up closer to the window to peer inside.

Natasha is lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide open with her fingers knuckle-deep into her core, pumping frantically. Her eyes are closed as she imagines replacing her fingers with your bigger ones, and how she would dig her nails into your flexing forearm while begging you to move faster. She remembers the way you would take her to bed, all passion and intensity, only needing minutes to have her squirming underneath you. And then when she would return the favor, she loved having your powerful thighs wrapped around her head or grinding on your abs until she came all over your stomach.

You’re not sure how long you stand there watching Natasha pleasure herself, but suddenly, your feet are taking you back into the house and you barge into her room. Natasha smiles at you and beckons you forward with a crook of her finger.

“Come fuck me, baby,” she says, and you’re tearing off your clothes as fast as you can leaping into bed with her. You don’t care that your parents are upstairs, and this reminds you of your high school days when you would try and sneak girls home to have sex with while your parents were down the hall. Needless to say, you were caught more than once, but this time, you’ll try to keep Natasha quiet.

You lay on top of Natasha, careful not to lower all of your weight onto her, and wrap your arms around her, kissing her and tasting her cherry lipstick. She smears it along your cheek and down your neck, lightly biting on your trapezius muscle. You shift to the side, moaning when you feel her lips wrap around one of your nipples, then biting your lip and trying to silence yourself. Natasha looks up at you, her fingers trailing down your abs, but you stop her before she can reach between your legs.

“You asked me to fuck you,” you whisper, panting as her lips pull away from your chest. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”

“How can I be quiet when you’re the one fucking me?” she says, and you feel your stomach clench at the praise.

“You’re gonna have to try or I won’t do it,” you reply, although you think it’ll take an impossible amount of willpower to resist Natasha Romanoff in bed.

“Fine, fine,” she relents. You lay next to her, slipping your hand down to her center and rubbing your finger through her wetness. You pinch her clit and she gasps, but you lean over and cover your mouth with hers.

“You promised,” you whisper, sliding your fingers into her with ease and she bucks into your hand. As you thrust into her, your thumb circles her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere between her thighs. Natasha pants into your mouth, her nails clawing at your shoulder and bicep, her hips rocking wildly.

“Fuck, fuck, no one can make me cum as fast as you,” she says.

“Not even your ex-husband?” you ask, thrusting so fast your forearm is on fire.

“He never made me cum,” she pouts, and you push your fingers into her hard enough for her to whimper.

“Then it looks like I have a lot to make up for,” you respond. Her walls start clenching around your fingers and her stomach tightens. “Go ahead, Nat. Go ahead and make a mess for me.”

She pulls down on the back of your neck to bring your shoulder close to her mouth to bite on so she doesn’t throw her head back and scream loud enough to alert your parents. Cum gushes down your hand, and you’re pretty sure you’re bleeding from where Natasha bit you. But she releases you as you pull out, kissing your skin softly and you wince. 

“Don’t leave me, baby,” Natasha murmurs against your chest.

“I made that mistake once,” you say, scooping her up in your arms and cuddling her close. “I won’t do it again.”

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[mizusnose]

Valentine’s Day with the Smith’s

An early valentine’s day post about my beloved Mrs. and Mrs. Smith HCs. Enjoy 💓

———

Under the guise of a romantic valentine’s day date, you and Mizu are guided onto the rooftop of a fancy italian restaurant to have a stake out of the table nearby. The sky is an open endless reflection of the city beneath, a sparkling bowl of ink, one that matches the spill of hair on the soft pale of Mizu’s shoulders.

Her shoulders are out, the dip of her back framed by the sparkly red dress that reaches the floor, a slit up the side of her thigh, revealing unending skin that stretches and moves with each step up towards the rooftop.

We should probably order appetizers, Mizu muses, once you’re both seated. She eyes you, closing the menu and gesturing for a waiter to come over.

You try not to focus on the line of muscle that works up to her shoulders when she turns to order. There’s a line of her ribs that are exposed too when she hands the menus over. Her eyes a frozen-over lake as she gazes at you and says: and my wife’ll have the sangria, thanks.

“Wife” You think, and accidentally cough on nothing at all. Mizu chuckles and the night commences.

Your targets are in the corner of the roof, a young couple that would look otherwise completely normal had it not been for the mission you’ve both been assigned.

“So, we just wait here? No drop-off, no hand-off?” You tinker with the wine glass, the stem of it firmly gripped by your fingertips: the same place Mizu has her own. Her palms encompass more of it though. Your gut kicks at the sight.

“Guess so. Not much info. Just wait” Mizu has ordered something lighter than your own sangria. It sparkles and fizzles in the moonlight and accompanying golden lights lining the rooftop. The color is golden, translucent, and it touches Mizu’s red lips softly and you wonder what her mouth will taste like after she’s finished her wine. A sweet ripened mandarin? A bitter splutter of raspberry? You wonder and wonder and—

“Your appetizers.” The waiter sets down something much too small for you both. A sparkle of oysters laid out on ice and decorated with some…leaves? Your life before now was far from glamorous, so you poke at it with your fork, confused.

“Like this.” Mizu interrupts, she’s chuckling and covering her mouth. The line of her eyes dark with the eyeliner she’s applied tonight. Her eyes bright and eager, “You’ve gotta like, well, slurp it.”

And Mizu, ever the perfect teacher, puts the clamshell to her lips, the same place her wine glass was and slurps.

You think your soul leaves your body.

“You can try. Though, if you’ve never had it before, might not enjoy it too much.”

You nod, dazed and amazed at Mizu across from you. You both have strayed away from your lives before now. Content with having lazy morning sex in the shower and fucking Mizu on the kitchen countertop when she walks around naked and pretty and tall.

You don’t know the first thing about her, and yet, she’s predictably smug when you cough around the oyster. She teases and brushes her heeled foot against yours under the table.

You smile, and she returns it, shy beneath the curtain of hair she’s let down for tonight. Usually it’s tied up into a tight bun, a single curl brushing her sharp cheekbones. You adore her in either way, but you think it’s rare to see her like this: laid down, spilling with beauty, and sparkling in the night.

The night passes quickly like this. Jokes and banter and easy flirting that turns into Mizu revealing bits of herself you probably wouldn’t have known otherwise.

“Yeah, and I can speak Japanese but kanji is too difficult now. Can’t quite..understand it.”

She’s shy when she smiles around her glass of wine. She eyes you across the table, a wide plane of tablecloth separating you both. You nod, and lean in closer,

“Do you know any bad words?” You grin, pleased when Mizu rolls her eyes and pushes you away, “Nothing awful! Just curious.”

“I don’t curse too often.”

“Sure you do.” You speak lower, get closer and keep eye contact, “Your dirty mouth in the mornings, in the shower, in the kitchen this morning when I ate you—“

“I don’t—!” Mizu is red. The wine had already allowed a blush to crawl of her neck and to smother her ears until now. Yet, her whole face blooms under your gaze, your words, your leg against her, “I don’t curse in Japanese. Not without sounding like a gangster, i mean.”

You hum and let Mizu change the topic, her face calming to the shade of ripened peaches, soft and fuzzy and warm.

The couple leaves and you both pay the bill before hurrying out behind them. Your hasty following turns into a stroll around central park, the night a hazy turn of lights and shadows. A tree blocks the sight of your couple and they don’t mind too much.

“Maybe this is just a set-up.” You wonder, aloud.

“What, like an ambush?” Mizu pulls her blood red dress aside and shows the gun strapped to her upper thigh.

Your mouth dries and your jaw goes numb, dropping open slowly.

“No. I meant—like, maybe this is supposed to be a date? We’re wives after all. Maybe they want us to, you know, act more like it?”

Mizu shrugs, clearly confused. You grab her hand, intertwine your hands together and push through the grass lining the path they’re on.

“Wait—where are we—!”

And then you’re both under the dark of a large tree. The leaves shudder at your arrival and dance in the wind. You put your finger to your mouth and motion to hush. Mizu listens, giggling softly.

“You know, you’re very pretty tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Mizu quirks a dark eyebrow up, challenging and teasing.

“Every night. Every morning. All the time.”

Mizu looks at you, through the darkness and the shadows. A streak of moonlight falls on her face and you say before you can truly think it through:

“You’re hot too. The last mission, your face was covered in blood and—“

“You’re such a perv.” Mizu jokes, but the way her smile lingers on her face makes you continue.

“And your legs tonight, your thighs.” Your palms fall on her hip, drag down to her thigh, the inner part of it, “I want to..do so many things to you.”

“Then do them.”

You kiss under the dark. The clouds cover the moonlight and you’re both drifting together in the sea of darkness. The trains have stopped running by the time you’re done making out. The ride home is tense and by the time you’re both home, you take Mizu apart: piece by piece, scream and yells alongside her incessant begging.

You think it’s funny when Mizu wakes you up with a small simple note:

Mission Completed!

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Anyways, I love them a lot and i even sprinkled in some sub mizu so hope you enjoyed :)

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #headcanons #fanfiction

[sgtcosmo]

under the weather - 141 headcanons

cw: none, just pure (established relationship) fluff <3 only pronoun used for reader is 'you'

a/n: i'm sick as shit rn and i've been laying in bed all day thinking about how the 141 would care for gn!reader while they're sick, so this is a lil bit self-indulgent hehe!! also, thank you for the love on my first drabble that i posted a couple days ago, it makes me so happy :') enjoy these!

gaz:

-he's an absolute sweetheart all the time already, but when you're sick? oh my god

-checking in on you every 10 minutes, even if it annoys you. he has to know that you're doing okay!!

-i hc him as being a great cook, so he definitely makes you some good ass homemade soups

-THIS ONE MADE MY HEART MELT WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT IT but he would absolutely read to you. it'd either be wherever he left off in the most recent book he's reading on his own, or he'd grab one of your favourites from the shelf and start from the beginning

-lets you use his lap as a pillow while he reads to you, holding the book with one hand and playing with your hair with the other

-rubs your back soothingly when you're having one of those god awful coughing fits

-when he goes to the store to get you medicine and such, he'll facetime you the whole time. he'll show you the medicine and snacks/drinks at the store and let you pick which ones you want (he also wants to make sure that you're alright while he's gone <3)

-gives you his warmest and nicest sweaters to wear, doesn't care if they get dirty

ghost:

-runs you a bath and lets you soak in the warm water while he washes your hair

-will absolutely make you a hot cup of tea with honey to soothe your sore throat

-canned soup kinda guy. he'd still try his best to make it as appetizing as possible though, adding in extra bits that he knows you like

-you're not lifting a finger once he finds out you're sick. your household chores? they're his now. those errands you were supposed to run today? oops, he's already got his shoes on and keys in hand

-will not let you out of his sight. always keeps a watchful eye on you, no matter what. he took over your duty of washing the dishes? he's bundling you up in 10 blankets on the couch in the living room so he can turn around every 30 seconds and silently check on you

-would probably set reminders on his phone so you take your medicine exactly when you're supposed to, even if it's 3 am. he's up and fetching everything you need before you can even complain about the reminder going off and waking you up

-picks you up and carries you around the house so you don't have to walk

soap:

-still cuddles and kisses you, despite your attempts to push him away to prevent him from also getting sick. he doesn't give a shit

-plays video games with you, or watches you play. i feel like he'd be a try-hard at games and wouldn't take losing lightly, but he'd let you win just because you're sick. if you call him out for it, then he'd probably just make some half-assed excuse and say he must be having an 'off day'

-i feel like he's a canned soup-er, like ghost. will make a bowl for himself as well though so he can eat it with you

-pillow fort? pillow fort. makes a huge one in the living room with a big nest of blankets in it for you both to cuddle in. he even makes a little window through the pillows so you can see the tv and watch your favourite movies

-will order your favourite take-out for you once you feel well enough to eat something other than soup

-would make you laugh so much that it sends you into coughing fits (laughter is the best medicine, after all ;))

price:

-much like ghost, he'd keep a very watchful eye on you and check in on you often

-definitely a homemade soup guy. if there's a specific canned soup that you want, he'll make it exactly how it is, but better

-cuddles with you under a pile of blankets as you watch shitty rom-coms together

-lets you lay on him while you sleep, even if it's for hours at a time. he'd keep his arms wrapped securely around you and kiss the top of your head occasionally

-is willing to do anything and everything you need in order to get you back to good health as quickly as possible. just say the word and he's got it

-would buy medicine in every flavour it comes in just so you can try them all and see what one tastes best so taking it isn't such a miserable experience (i feel like soap would probably do this too? but he'd treat it more as a fun taste test ranking kind of thing)

-will go on short walks outside with you in hopes that the fresh air will make you feel better. he's bundling you up like nobody's business if it's cold outside, though

#kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanons #kyle gaz garrick headcanons #john soap mactavish headcanons #john price headcanons #gaz headcanons #ghost headcanons #soap headcanons #price headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Author’s Note: for my own sanity, only some of these headcanons include Hina, Makio, and Suma. 😆 As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~3,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Tengen’s aftercare can be… overwhelming. 🤭 Water and cuddles are appreciated, but do you really need a three course meal? An entire change of bedsheets? A steamy bath complete with petals and/or bath salts? A full body rubdown? Occasionally, the answer is YES! 😌 But oftentimes, the answer is: “Tengen, I’m not going to make it through the appetizer, let alone whatever else you’re planning.” 😴 Because as grateful as you are to be thoroughly pampered and cherished, sometimes the best aftercare is simply a quick rinse followed by promptly passing out.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Tengen’s obsessed with your tits. 🤤😍 I mean, have you seen Hina, Makio, and Suma?! *cue that “You six are the most important things to me.” “Six? But Lord Tengen, there are only three of us.” “I said what I said.” meme* 😂 Sensitivity matters more to him than size or shape; if he can’t elicit a soft gasp from brushing his fingertips across your nipples, then what’s the point? ☹️ He’d be your personal bra if you’d let him, glued to your back 24/7, hands cupping your tits. If you have smaller tits: “But Tengen, they’re not even that big. I don’t need a bra!” “Okaaay, but I come with heating and massaging services! 🥺” If you have larger tits: “Honey, do you need help? ☺️” “Help? 🤨” “If they’re too heavy, I happen to know a strong man who can ease your burdens.” *cue Tengen winking exaggeratedly at your tits*

Tengen’s arms and thighs are to die for. He can hold you up against a wall, biceps flexing as your nails dig into his skin, cock thrusting steady and deep into your pussy, hardly out of breath, until you’re whimpering T-too much, g-gonna cum a-again. He can also keep you in place while you grind your clit against his thigh, forearms toned and unyielding as you melt into his chest, whining as you near your orgasm, unable to rest under his gentle, unforgiving guidance. “Mm, such a pretty thing, getting off on my thigh,” squeezing your waist in warning as you try to slow down, “What a pathetic whore, so anxious to cum the moment she sits on my lap,” grinning smugly as your body shudders, “There’s no stopping now, babygirl’s gotta finish what she starts, gotta make a mess on my thigh, then, maybe, I’ll let you go.” If you really think he’s letting you go after slipping your panties aside to feel your wetness seep through his pants, casually lifting you—with one arm, of course—just enough to fuck rough fingers into your clenched heat… think again. 😃

Cum?

Tengen prefers cumming in your pussy or on your ass. When he’s feeling intimate, finishing in your pussy feels like the ideal ending; it’s heavenly, sexy, and the perfect amount of lewd when you spread your folds so he can watch himself drip out of your stretched hole. If he’s feeling dominant, cumming on your ass satisfies his urge to claim and mark you in a more degrading manner; “My filthy fucking bitch,” as his cum coats your asshole, dribbling down the backs of your thighs, making a mess of the sheets below, “Wearing my cum so beautifully, what a slut.”

Dirty Talk?

Uzui Tengen aka King of Dirty Talk™️. Mind you, King™️ doesn’t mean everything he murmurs into your ear is mouthwatering, panty dropping, orgasm inducing, but it does mean he talks. A lot. Constantly. “You close to cumming? Close to squeezing the life out of my cock? Can’t wait to die by your pussy, mmm, yes darling, kill me.’ … … … 💀 To be fair, 9 out of 10 times he says something that’s actually pleasurable. 😆 “You hear that babydoll? The sound of your greedy pussy squelching around my cock? Look down gorgeous, look at how well you take me. Look and listen, tell me what you think, hm?” Spoiler alert: there’s no way you’re telling him what you think, because fucking you speechless happens to be his specialty.

Experience? their level of experience

Factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma, Tengen’s quite experienced. They don’t have foursomes too often (coordinating four schedules is a nightmare lmao), which actually benefits his sexual familiarity and comfortability, because 1-on-1 with three different women means plenty of consistent variety and opportunities to experiment/learn/grow. Toss you into the mix (they’re all very happy to get to love and be loved by you 🥰), and fivesomes are even rarer than the elusive foursome. Omitting Hina, Makio, and Suma? Tengen’s still experienced, but sexual experience doesn’t necessarily equate to emotional or romantic maturity. Does he know how to bring his sexual partners to world shattering climax? Yeah. Does he know how to nurture intimacy and depth beyond carnality? ~Eventually! He isn’t inherently closed off to the idea or concept of closeness — he just needs the right person (you, heh) to feel like taking that next step is worth his time, energy, and investment.

Foreplay?

Tengen LOVES foreplay, but he also LOVES penetrative sex, so it’s a perpetual, inner debate for him. 😖 Does he bask in the glory of you giving him head while he’s gaming with Kyojuro and Sanemi, or does he go afk (away from keyboard) to bend you over the bed and fuck you between rounds? 🤓 On that note, he prefers receiving, primarily because it’s easier for you to randomly suck his dick than it is for him to randomly perform cunnilingus. 11/10 has calender anniversary reminders for all the various places you’ve blown him i.e. 1/27 Bar Bathroom Blowjob 🍻; 4/19 Changing Room Blowjob 👕; 10/31 Halloween Party Blowjob 🎃. Besides blowjobs and cunnilingus, he’s a sorry sap for making out (when he supports the back of your head/neck and kisses you deeply UNF) and pinching your nipples until you’re begging him to play nice.

Goofy? their sense of humor

Ever seen movie/tv show bloopers where actors laugh while trying to film a serious/sad/etc scene? That’s Tengen during sex. He isn’t consciously silly, but his intensity/somewhat domineering attitude occasionally misses the mark. To his credit, he’s generally aware of your mood and what the ~vibe is, but sometimes all he wants to do is spank you—”Can you be good for me? Can you count? From one to ten, can you count out your punishment?”—and all you end up doing is giggling and sassing off: “Can I count from one to ten? Why, yes, yes I can!!!!!” *cue unstifled laughter* 🤪

Hair? pubes maintenance

Short of zero maintenance, Tengen has next to no preference about his pubic hair. If you want him clean shaven? He’ll do his best (shaving his balls only scares him ~a tad). If you appreciate ~some hair? He’ll literally have you sit on the bathtub beside him while he grooms, and rely on you to tell him when to stop. And if you also have next to no preference? He falls into a monthly trim routine.

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Sex with Tengen tends to lack toe curling intimacy. Your toes will certainly curl for other reasons, but he isn’t really a stare-into-my-eyes-as-I-whisper-sweet-nothings lover; he’s a, “Look at me while I fuck your pretty cunt,” firm thumb lifting up your chin, “I said look at me,” fucker. If you ask for more intimate sex, then he’ll certainly try his best, but all it takes is a few clenches of your walls around his cock—your eyes rolling backward, soft whine pushed from your chest, as he buries himself balls deep—for him to dissolve into his usual demanding demeanor.

Jack Off? masturbation

Including Hina, Makio, and Suma, he hardly ever masturbates. Sex isn’t a given—he doesn’t take anyone for granted, nor assume that someone’ll be available whenever he’s horny—but he doesn’t want any of you to feel rejected or neglected either. It’s a careful balance between respecting his right to privacy and personal time, as well as him not constantly declining sex because, “Oops, I already masturbated today.” Excluding Hina, Makio, and Suma, he tends to masturbate/initiate sex more days a week than not. If you aren’t in the mood, then he still checks in that you’re alright with him satisfying his needs alone, because again: he cares more about you feeling desired and taken care of than he cares about immediately fulfilling his sexual urges. He’s less so asking permission to masturbate, and more so ensuring nobody feels left out.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Tengen enjoys shibari, but only when there’s enough time for it to be artistic and sexual. Bondage satisfies him too, but there’s a distinct difference between tying your wrists and ankles to four corners of a bed versus having you kneel and move in front of him as he creates fluid, silky knots and patterns across your body. Both forms involve you trusting him to a degree that riles and soothes his desires to control and protect you, just as both forms typically end with him cumming in your pussy, hands clutching your hips as he trembles, feeling his slick squelch out from the fullness of his cock inside you, balls soon sticky and messy. However, shibari is more meditative and collaborative—a mutual dance—whereas bondage leans toward leading and following—precisely choreographed (and he’s the choreographer). P.S. He’s definitely the type to own a sex swing. 😵‍💫

Location? where they prefer to have sex

When it comes to penetrative sex, Tengen prefers the bedroom (or living room) — nothing like knowing there’re solid walls to hold and fuck you against, as well as a soft and comfy bed (or couch) for less effortful/more creative positions — the bed/couch provides cushioning for potential falling/mishaps when trying something new. But oral sex? Tengen’s happy to receive a blowjob practically anywhere, anytime (so long as you’re comfortable). He’d much prefer he be caught with his pants down than you, and has likely had to laugh off one or two ~interruptions. 😅

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Modeling clothing and sleeping in his shirts! 😍 You could model a winter coat and snow pants, and Tengen would still be eager to “find” your breasts beneath the thick layers of polyester and fleece, as well as squeeze your now thoroughly padded ass. 🤪 And if you model lingerie, swimwear, or anything remotely revealing? He’s 100% chugging water and fanning himself, legs parting as he not so subtly grabs his crotch, “I think we need to do a sit test before you buy those,” while patting his thigh. Are some of his reactions exaggerated? Yeah. 😂 But does he do it all to hype you up and because he’s attracted to you? Also yeah. ☺️ On a different note, wear his clothing, and he’ll immediately offer to let you keep it for forever. “Wearing my shirt?” he grins slyly. “Mhm.” “Keep it,” he declares. Eyebrows raising, you tilt your head, “What?” “I just want you to have sweet dreams!” he winks. “And wearing your shirt…” “Will obviously grant you sweet dreams.” “Surrre,” you drawl, arms crossing amusedly. “Aaand you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

No? turn offs

Unless it’s with his cock, Tengen isn’t huge on breathplay. Light choking? Sure, if you ask nicely. But more serious breathplay? He’s just a little too informed about the dangers of cutting your brain off from oxygen to properly enjoy it. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Tengen prefers receiving oral sex, mostly because he can’t get over how stunning you look with his cock in your mouth. As beautiful as you look—and feel—cumming while his tongue flicks rapidly at your clit, it just isn’t the same from between your thighs; your head tilts backward, pretty eyes disappearing from view, legs suffocating him and his view. But you, tracing the tip of his cock with your glistening tongue, one hand shoved between your legs, the other clutching his thigh, struggling to balance bringing yourself to orgasm and coaxing shudders from him? That is a sight he’ll never tire of.

Position? their favorite position(s)

For cumming in your pussy, Tengen adores having you on top. Make no mistake—he’s happy and able to do most of the work (grabbing your hips and thrusting upward into your cunt)—there’s just no better way to watch your tits bounce. Make him suck on your fingers before playing with your nipples, and he’s liable to cum much sooner than anticipated. For cumming on your ass, Tengen doesn’t really care what position you’re in; he’s focused on chasing his orgasm and keeping his thrusts as hard and precise as possible. If you’re on your back, then he’ll simply flip you over when he needs to cum, impatiently waiting to paint a lil heart on your ass with his cum (he cums first, and then uses it as ~paint — his swollen tip’s the paintbrush). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Tengen isn’t the hugest fan of quickies. He considers sex a privilege, an indulgence, an experience, and rushing it means less time to reach its potential. That being said, if he’s in the mood and there’s only time for a quickie, then he won’t hold off— he has the stamina to chase immediate gratification and enjoy his time (with you) ~later too. 😌

Risk? their risk tolerance

Despite his flashy persona, Tengen would rather partake in safe, “tame” sex than put his partner(s) at risk of bodily/emotional harm. Regarding himself, he’s less reserved. In other words, if someone’s going to be caught with their pants down, then he’d prefer it be himself than his partner(s). Even if you tell him, “Getting caught sucking someone’s dick can still be as embarrassing as getting caught having your dick sucked!” he’s unlikely to acknowledge his double standard — you’d really have to push to be the one undressing in a ~risky situation.

Stamina?

Tengen can go for hours, primarily because he can stave off cumming for hours. Sometimes you have to beg him to cum, as in, beg for him to cum, because your pussy’s swollen and sore and the copious amounts of lube aren’t enough anymore. “Tengen, please,” you whimper, mouthing weakly at his neck, body folded sweaty and exhausted atop his chest. “What is it?” he murmurs, only slightly breathless, slow thrusts continuing as he kneads your ass, “Please what?” “Please cum,” you groan, folds stinging from the relentless friction, “I swear if you don’t cum soon-” Smirking, he rocks his hips sharply upward, eyes closing as he drawls, “Then what?” “Then you’re pulling out and cumming in your fist.” That changes his pace real quick — best believe he’s cumming in your pussy, or not at all. As for his actual refractory period, he’s capable of multiple orgasms throughout the day, but the more he cums in a day, the more days he’ll need to recharge afterwards. 🪫

Toys?

Tengen may or may not dedicate a sizeable portion of his income to sex toys, especially factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma. While he appreciates being called a Sex God™️, he’s a relatively humble god 🙃, and is fine acknowledging the usefulness and efficiency of dildos, vibrators, etc. He definitely researches options of intrigue before buying, and only purchases well reputed— oftentimes more expensive—toys. If any of you (“you” being Hina, Makio, Suma, and you) request a custom dildo of his penis, then you bet he’s making four of them!!!!! 😃 Why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—fuck themselves with ~his cock? 😤 If you’re into anal sex, then he might splurge even further and make eight… because why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—stuff all of their holes? Does this mean he’d technically need twelve if we’re counting mouths as well?

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tengen loooves teasing, but isn’t fond of being teased himself. 😬 You can tease him—he isn’t a jerk about it/won’t promptly shut you down—but he will flip the tables sooner rather than later. Verbal banter goes over better with him than physical playfulness, because it’s just too easy for him to manhandle you. If you’re dominant/switch leaning, then he’ll occasionally relinquish his reins, but doing so absolutely requires lengthy discussion and upfront negotiation/explanation (of your needs) prior.

Volume?

Tengen murmurs lowly and grunts loudly; a combination of seductive, filthy, and sometimes nonsensical dirty talk + guttural, staggered noises as he nears his climax. If he’s cumming multiple times in a day, then he’s definitely shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, FUUUUUCK!!!!!” by his last orgasm — similar to shouting through a difficult part of a workout, because cumming multiple times in a day is 😮‍💨.

Wild Card?

Tengen’s contemplated getting his dick pierced more than once, but hasn’t followed through with it because he’s afraid of the pain. Don’t get him wrong!!! 😠 He’s tough!!!!! 😡 Just not that kind of tough. 🫠

X-ray?

A show-er for sure, almost 8 inches when fully erect, and as thick as you’d expect (very). Proper preparation and lube are generally a must—another reason Tengen isn’t super into quickies—but he’s fairly straight with minimal veins, aka no wicked curves or texture that require further adjustment. The head of his cock is relatively small, so getting through the initial squeeze and fullness isn’t the hardest part; it’s a ~journey all the way down to his balls. 🤠

Yearning? sex drive

Goes through periods of initiating sex every other day to not feeling anything in particular about sex for like, a week. With four wives, that neutral period is important for resetting himself and getting shit done — taking care of himself + four partners sexually can take up a lot of time! Of course, you can obviously pleasure yourself + each other too (permutations, math, 5 numbers), and he’s more than content to watch—or hear about it later—when he’s not quite up for participating himself.

Zzz?

Instead of crashing immediately after sex, Tengen crashes immediately following aftercare. He has plenty of energy to go ~overboard with aftercare, and precisely no energy once he knows you’re both comfortably grounded and sated (if you let him, then he will cook you that three course meal mentioned in Aftercare, and he will start nodding off at the dining table once you’ve taken your last bite 🥱). He’s pretty indifferent about how you sleep after sex; just don’t roll over to the complete opposite side of the bed without even a pinky toe or finger touching him 🥲 — he’ll fall asleep thinking he’s upset you, but too tired to actually ask. 🥺😴

#tengen uzui #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #sound hashira #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Living with John Shelby Headcanons

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, sexism, suggestive language, John wants more babies.

Domestic Hcs

With this Shelby, you only start living with him after you’ve been married. He made it clear to you that he has four children at home and that they needed a mother more than he needed a bedmate. John can be brash and impulsive, but he takes his role as a father seriously… even if he isn’t always good at it. It was this dedication that drew you to him. You had always wanted children, why not start out with four?

John’s home is constantly busy, constantly noisy, and full of laughter. It’s not terribly glamorous, but there’s a lot of love in your new home. The kids were young when their mother Martha died, so they don’t fight you as much as you thought they would. 

John is pretty much hopeless when it comes to most household chores. He’s excellent at what he does as a Peaky Blinder, but he’s severely lacking in domestic skills. Can’t cook, can’t clean, and can’t fix much more than a leaky faucet. His kids were the first ones to warn you about all of that. But you ask him to help anyway, because you’ve seen how happy it makes him to accomplish these little missions. John wants to useful; he wants to succeed at fatherhood. So, you eat the burnt toast he serves and compliment his slowly improving handyman skills.

Seeing as how John burns water, cooking is primarily your thing. Expect John to invade the kitchen at every stage of cooking to steal a sip, a bite, a kiss, or a quick squeeze. To people outside the home, he’ll act like you being in the kitchen is nothing significant. You’re a woman, after all, doing women’s work. John’s just playing up his macho act. Food is a major thing for John, it represents love and safety for him. So, to see you in his kitchen, making him and kids a hearty meal just ruins him. 

He loves to take you and the children out to have a good time. Picnics mostly, because most indoor activities end with your little family being told to never come back. If you’re feeling like you need some time alone with John, he’s eager to fulfill your request. Just make sure to specify if this “alone time,” is an actual date rather than John dropping the kids off at Polly’s so he can ravish you in every room of the house. 

Relationship Hcs

John will deny it till the day he dies, but he only meant for you to be a one night stand the first time he met you. He wasn’t ready for love, and he had come to expect women to be just a bit deceitful. And then he got to talking to you, and you made a joke that had him shooting whiskey out his nose and suddenly one night turned into a week. One thing you learned about him is that deep down, he’s very tenderhearted. He loves deeply and grows attached to people faster than he wants to admit. 

Your man can be a tad uneven with how he responds to stress. Sometimes, he seems so easy going that it feels like he doesn’t take you seriously. Other times, it feels like he’s overreacting or being downright sensitive. The easiest way to insult him is to question his manhood. He loves to have fun and doesn’t always think things through, but he straightens up fast if you try to tell him he isn’t being the man you thought he was. John can get rather nasty at times about that. He is not above having a row with you about “who’s the one leading this fucking family.” John cools down slow and is extremely guilty afterwards… but he’ll never apologize directly to you. 

John cannot plan dates very well, at all. Tommy is the brother with plans, not him. So, naturally, he’s asked Tommy for advice in such matters. Your first real date with John was at a fancy restaurant in London. The two of you were still getting to know each other and he wanted to impress you, badly. You were both dressed smart as can be, the restaurant was lavish and romantic. John pulled out your chair for you, opens the menu, and freezes. Nothing on the menu was appetizing. At all. To try to save face, he asked the waiter to bring out their most popular dishes. The food comes, and you’re both picking at your plates with tight smiles. Finally, you say “Fuck this, let’s go to a chip shop.” If John had brought a ring, he would’ve proposed right then and there. 

It came as a bit of a surprise to you, but John is something of a dreamer. John loves to lay with you in bed and talk about all the things you two will do. He likes to tell you about the house in the country he’ll move you and the children out to. As you watch him list off all the things he’ll buy for the house, you can’t help but cuddle in closer. John gets such a big smile thinking about the good that is to come. It’s all very innocent. 

One would think a man would be content with four kids… well, John isn’t. He honestly got baby fever before you did. All it took was seeing you read his girls a bedtime story and he wanted another baby. Maybe two. Or three. 

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby x reader #John shelby #john shelby imagine #john shelby x you

[haunted-headset-alt]

reader finds stray animal and wants to keep it, alastor kinda wants to eat it but loves reader so he doesnt (unfortunately) (alternatively he does eat it because that would be funny as fuck and now i really wanna read it)

"𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘, 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉!"

summary: hcs about Alastor trying to eat your pet

warnings: mainly fluff, mention of cannibalism, mentions of eating an animal, eating an animal

a/n: i feel like Alastor would love to consume an animal! (credits to @plutism for the divider)

tags: (just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @joviepog @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10

You had found the little pig when walking from the hotel to Cannibal Town for afternoon tea with Rosie.

You thought it was Fat Nuggets when you saw the animal!

The poor thing was shaking & malnourished, so you just had to take it home!

When Alastor saw the pig, he was...suddenly very hungry.

"Dear friend, have you brought home dinner for me? How kind!"

"Absolutely not, Alastor. You're a cannibal, go find a demon to snack on."

"I am a cannibal, dear, but I do enjoy the occasional pig!"

"No!"

He'd try sooooo hard to kidnap the poor pig (you had named him Pinky), but you always caught him in the act & scolded him.

"Alastor! I told you to not eat Pinky!"

"Y/n, dear, you have to understand. Pigs are meant to be eaten!"

"Not all of them!" - You & Angel Dust

If he did ever eat Pinky (which caused you to sob yourself to sleep), he'd promptly either find a new pig that he didn't find appetizing or get you a stuffed animal.

"Promise you won't eat this one, Alastor?"

"Swear on my life! That pig looks absolutely disgusting to me. I have no interest in eating it."

"It's not disgusting, it's adorable!"

"I heartily disagree!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor altruist #alastor #alastor the radio demon

[moumouton4]

hihi! i love your writing! this is my first time requesting but could you do hcs of the kamaboko squad (idk if that includes genya but genya as well) with holding hands/pda? fluffflufffluff :))

have a nice day <3

Hand Holding And Pda Hc || Demon Slayers character x reader

Including : Genya Shinazugawa, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agastuma, Inosuke Hashibira

A/n : Hello love I hope you're gonna love this one ✨ I genuinely didn't know who was part of the Kamaboko so I checked and took only the characters I know I write good hopefully 😂

Warning : None fluff fluff fluff, no mention of gender for reader

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 1443

Genya Shinazugawa :

Bro is literally flustered as hell when he sees you from afar… so imagine if you were holding his hand or displaying affection in public 😳😱

The first time you grabbed his hand in your he jumped 452187762 meters away, his face was red as a bottle of ketchup ( yeah so American )

It takes him a lot of time not to have a nose bleed anymore when you’re holding hands. He manages to look casual after 6 months or so

His face is still red-ish or pink but he always has a big smile plastered on his face. His hand are moist though ( I mean mine too it’s the anxiety )

He loves it though. The feeling of having your smaller hand in his bigger one feels like he can protect you. And everyone knows that it’s important to him

For the pda I think that at first he is cautious about it

He wants to look strong in front of everyone, especially his older brother and he doesn’t want people to see him this weak for you

So he tries to avoid anything of the sort at first

He pulls you in quickly for a kiss when no one is looking or he hold your hand under the table

But then I think he softens, or maybe he has enough to hide his love. He emerges from the personality he borrowed from his brother and asserts himself ( I don’t know anything about what happens after what was shown in the anime so no spoilers please )

Of course kissing you publicly is emotionally tiring when he feels the gaze of his brother on his back or someone else teasing him… or whining about how cute his partner looks cough cough Zenitsu

But at the end, like everything else he manages like a pro

When you’re about to sit he pulls you on his lap instead

“Come here. I’m far more comfortable than the ground”

His arm is often draped around your shoulders and in the evening around your waist

Quick neck kisses because your neck is so soft and appetizing and he wants to bite you

You discover that he is kinda possessive and that even if at first he was flustered about the thought of pda. Now it seems that he likes to make sure that people know that you’re his and he is yours

Though kiss him out of the blue and he is going to react as if it was the first time

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Tanjiro Kamado :

This dude is made of love - like in the Powerpuff Girl but for him Professor X just used Lov

He always makes sure you’re comfortable when he is touching you.

But when he is sure you are well he doesn’t hold back

His fingers are always intertwined with yours as he holds your hand. They are a bit rough but he hopes you don’t mind

For him it’s a reminder of your connection to everyone, not that he cares but he loves you so much he wants other to know as well

His thumb always rubs circles on the back of your hand. He does this to soothe you when he senses that you’re feeling tense. But most of times it’s mindlessly

Concerning pda, well he doesn’t care if people stare or stuff - he wouldn’t notice it anyways. His focus is always on you

“Your skin is softer than the usual Pumpkin. Did you change something in your routine ?”

But man is a classic and he isn’t going to have you sitting on his lap

in the middle of the day. Or his tongue doing the washing machine in your mouth

But he gives you a lot of sweet pecks. And sometimes it’s several pecks in a row. His eyes always end up sparkling

Neck kisses… I think he is too pure for that. Or maybe he keeps his cards close to his chest

But everyday you have your amount of forehead kisses, cheek kisses and shoulder kisses ?!? Zenitsu always whine that if he had such a partner he wouldn’t be kissing the shoulder first

Though when comes the evening and the night his kisses and touches becomes more daring than in the middle of the afternoon

Yeah you heard me right. There are some evenings when you find yourself straddling his lap and kissing him. You wonder where your classic boyfriend disappeared

Zenitsu Agatsuma :

Ahah he LIVES for physical contacts with you. Give him hand holding HE TAKES. Give him pda OH YEAH HE TAKES

He is stuck to you. You can’t pull him away. No one can

What ? An hashira wants to speak in private with you for an upcoming mission ? He is going to stay

It seems that he can’t live without you

And if you manage to pull him off, he is going to whine whine whine. So you don’t. But he is so cute so must of time you don’t mind

You’re his pacifier lmao. In every ways you could think about

His hands are hyperactive. One moment he is holding you then, then a sec after he is rubbing his thumb over it, then he is intertwining your fingers, then he is rubbing your shoulder, then it somehow lands on your thigh while he leans into you…

Then he plays with your hair… a lot… maybe too much. Then he asks you to play with his, then as you start he cries saying you haven’t thought about it by yourself because you don’t love him as much… J E E Z

“Y/n-chaaaan can you pet my hair like this ?” he’d do it on you first to show you the exact motion

He lives for pda. He isn’t jealous but he is very needy. And he needs people to see that you’re taking care of him. So most of the time you’re the one having to display more affection. Not that you mind here too

Sometimes his hands wander to much and your have to hit - gently - the back of his head or pinch his cheek

If he gets too excited you surprise him with something. Maybe a long and slow kiss or a French kiss 😉 or by pulling him on your lap. He gets so flustered that his shut his mouth and stop moving in case he does or says something that would make you stop

When the night comes Tanjiro and Inosuke, or a friend hashira literally have to knock him out to make him lose his grip on you

(( I must add that he knows you don’t mind because if so.. well no that’s Zenitsu anyways.. ))

Inosuke Hashibira :

First he doesn’t hold your hand

Well he did it once and it was just to show you how smaller your hand was compared to him meaning that you were weaker and that he needed to protect you. And that was basically it

He likes to hold your arm. When you’re sitting down. When you’re walking as well. It just feels stronger than holding hands

And it’s also a way to warn others that you’re his and not to take anymore

Talking about this he doesn’t know what pda is. But he knows that you belong to him and this is all that matters to him

Though it’s not always easy when he is running after people to fight them. Or when he wears his boar mask. How to say that… it stinks

But even on the rare times he doesn’t wear it, showing affection isn’t inborn for him

Like once you tried to kiss him and he stepped back thinking you were trying to eat him… ?!?

You explained that you just wanted to give him a kiss. but when he looked at you dumbfounded you showed him by kissing the back of your hand. Then you asked him if he wanted to try and kiss your cheek

He did. It was sloppy. But something clicked inside of him and he understood somehow the meaning behind it

“Is that another way of marking you as mine ?”

And since you said yes he never dropped the habit. He kissed you the first time he sees you in a day, before leaving for a task, when he return, when the night comes… and when Zenitsu gets a tad bit too close for his liking

He stays his hot headed self most of the time but when he is with you he gets a little softer. And when he gets sleepy he is drags you to cuddle with him while he takes a nap

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍝🍢 Again my requests are open 🥗🧀

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjiro kamado imagine #kny tanjiro #kny tanjirou #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #zenitsu x reader #kny zenitsu #zenitsu agatsuma imagine #inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira imagine #inosuke hashibira x reader #kny inosuke #inosuke x reader #genya shinazugawa #kny genya #genya x reader #genya shinazugawa imagine #genya shinazugawa x reader #request #fluff #miri-writes

[ghostlykeyes]

i rlly like your work, heartsteel needs more content tbh,, so ty!! ANYWAY,

i liked the general relationship/kiss hcs w kayn, would u be able to do that for the other two as well?? if that makes sense

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HEARTSTEEL YONE: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW, with light touching/sensuality ♡ TW: Some alcohol usage/food mentions ♡ I've done Sett's kisses here (X) and relationship HCs here (X), and Yone's kisses here (X) ! (will I remember to come back and edit those links in??? only time will tell)

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YONE

No matter where you go, Yone brings you on fantastic dates. It's never popular tourist-trap type outings, either. If you ask how the hell he even found out about your date locations, he smiles coyly and says he can't reveal his sources. Regardless, expect lots of breathtaking, original dates—hidden trails that spill into breathtaking clumps of wildflowers, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint with the best fries you've had in tour entire life, tiny sculpture parks with some truly absurd statues (he absolutely refuses to delete the unflattering pic of you squatting next to a caked-up stone Sasquatch).

He isn't on his phone often, so don't be surprised if Yone doesn't text you back quickly or is overly-formal with his messages. Wild horses couldn't drag a silly emoji or a meme out of him. If you're lucky, you'll get a red heart, but that's about it. He tries not to make you feel neglected just because he's a dry texter, though. Especially when he's on tour, he calls you to check in whenever he's got a spare moment.

Yone's a chronic meal-skipper so he really appreciates if you share your food with him. Be warned, though, if you force him to step away from work and sit down for dinner you're either getting five minutes and a cup of instant ramen, or he's cooking you a three course meal complete with different appetizer, entree, and dessert wines. There's no in-between.

While Yone's not a fan of PDA, he holds your hand through every big event you're forced to attend. He doesn't appreciate the attention and flashing lights, but your warm, reassuring grip keeps him calm and relatively content.

Matching outfits are a little bit too much, but Yone is all for wearing clothing that compliments yours. Think similar textures, colors, and cuts. If you're wearing athleisure, he'll throw on a pair of stylish sweatpants. You're rocking the all black fit, so is he (with a pop of color in his earrings, probably—if he's completely monochrome, Kayn accuses him of "stealing his look"). Though he thinks it's a little cringy to be exact matches, he's definitely down to coordinate.

Whenever Yone makes himself a coffee, he whips up a glass of your favorite beverage as well. Nothing is too complicated—if you want a latte, he can make any flavor, and he'll pour the foam into a heart shape on top. Boba? No problem, he's got tapioca pearls in your favorite flavor and large straws on hand, to boot. A mimosa? Okay, he might raise his eyebrow at that one and point out that it's like eleven A.M.—nevertheless, if it's a mimosa you want, then it's a mimosa you'll get. Part of this is because he loves you, of course, but also? He hates sharing his coffee and figures that you won't ask for a sip if you've got your own drink.

Yone absolutely melts when you take care of him. He's used to looking after everyone else's wants and needs, so it's a pleasant surprise when someone extends that same care and attention to him. Cook him his favorite meal or take care of his laundry when he's been extra busy, and he looks at you like you're the eight wonder of the world. "You didn't have to do that for me," he cups your face gently, sweeping an appreciative kiss over your forehead. "But I'm glad that you did."

Chivalry is not dead and Yone's the man giving it CPR. Count on him to be the perfect gentleman. He opens every door for you, takes your coat whenever you drop by his studio, and no, under no circumstances will he let you pull out your own chair.

Yone's pet-names are sweet and classic. Most often, he calls you 'my darling', but he'll occasionally pepper in a 'dearest' or 'lover' for variety.

One of Yone's favorite ways to spend a free evening with you is sneaking into underground music shows. The two of you will turn up to somebody's house where the living room has been cleared to throw together a makeshift stage, or an abandoned warehouse with people clustering together and swaying to synthetic beats blasting through mid-grade speakers. More often than not, the musicians aren't that good (but that's par for the course with these kind of shows). The atmosphere can't be beat, though. And, when you do stumble upon somebody's garage band that actually goes hard, it's always an exciting surprise. Yone always keeps cash on him in case somebody's selling merch. He snags two stickers, one for you to keep and one to paste on his guitar case. What better way to commemorate shitty bands and crowded house shows than with matching stickers?

If you tag along with him on tour or business trips, Yone's first mission is to scout out a good coffee shop. Of course he takes you along, and buys you whatever little treats catch your eye. Sweets, sandwiches, snacks—anything he notices you ogling behind the glass, he orders for you.

Even with his massively packed schedule Yone NEVER, EVER forgets an important date. Expect gifts on birthdays and anniversaries, and extra love and support on dates that might be difficult for you.

Since Sett's a master crocheter, Yone pays him a frankly absurd amount to make you a plushie that looks like his fox mask. Yone knows that it can't be easy for you, with him away touring or on business so much of the time. The stuffed snuggle-buddy, he hopes, can ease your loneliness when he's away. Before he sets off on a long trip he makes sure to spritz your stuffie with his cologne, so that you can squish it in your sleep and dream that he's right there with you.

Yone's not a huge cuddler. Too much physical attention can make him feel smothered. The exception is when you sit on his lap. He loves when you settle onto him while he's working. As long as you're quiet and still (he doesn't want you to disturb his flow, after all), he basks in your comfortable warmth and the adorable way you tuck yourself into his chest.

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel yone #heartsteel yone x reader #yone/reader #yone x reader #yone lol #yone league of legends

[tisaolin]

Hey there. I came to you with a new request. Can I request hcs for Mileena, Sindel and Cassie with a S/O with a great, fantastic fashion style? Hope you accept my request.

This is literally for me 😍I love fashion!!

Various Kombatants with great style

Pairing: Sindel, Mileena, Cassie Cage

Rating: pg

Warning: mildy suggestive

Sindel

Sindel: My Darling, you look dazzling.

Y/n: *Lets out a light hearted chuckle* you look beautiful as always.

Sindel: You flatter me, love.

Sindel: Where do you acquire such attire?

Y/n: Earthrealm is full of malls, the perfect place to find stylish clothes!

Sindel: would they have that shirt my size?

Y/n: I love your hair, Sindel.

Sindel: And I, love your outfit.

Y/n: I just threw on the first thing I saw.

Mileena: That shirt..

Y/n: Do you like it?

Mileena: It would look better on the floor.

Y/n: Are those my pants, Mileena?

Mileena: Do you not like me wearing your clothes?

Y/n:Actually the opposite, I love it.

Mileena: Your outfit makes you look appetizing.

Y/n:…. In exactly what way?

Mileena: come closer and see.

Cassie Cage

Cassie: That shirt is soo metal!!

Y/n: Flattery does not work on me.

Cassie: I SEE YOU BLUSHING!!

Y/n: What’s this I hear about you liking my style?

Cassie: Pssh, I never said anything like that.

Y/n: Your dad says otherwise.

Cassie: WHAT STORE DID THAT OUTFIT COME FROM?

Y/n: H&M.

Cassie: SHIT! I knew I shouldve went with you and Jaqui.

#fujin x reader #liu kang x reader #kung lao x reader #kung lao #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #sindel x reader #cassie cage x reader #mileena x reader #scorpion x reader #sub zero x reader

[basilf1res]

DP x DC “Why do these look like jello?”

Just a little idea I had, the prompt I created for this post was:

Jason Todd experiences a bit of ghost hunger. Once these ghosts start showing up, so do the blobs. They come in different shapes and colors, the most common blob being the electric green ones.

So why are these little green blob ghosts starting to become more and more appetizing to Jason?

(Personally I hc blob ghosts are like a quick way to consume ectoplasm, they’re also another way ghosts are formed, if a blob is around when someone dies then the person imprints and develops from the blob. Blob ghosts are meant to help form and feed ghosts, they don’t really have much of a personality, only the desire to help a ghost out.)

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It had been three days since Tim had been able to capture and contain one of the green bloby ghost thingys, and Jason was set to watch it for a few hours. The birds and bats observed that it had the most reaction around him, the next being Damian and Cass.

He didn’t know how to feel about these things. They first showed up after tin can - who had more than enough guns in his suit to make Jason jealous - completely wreaked an apartment complex in Crime Alley.

Ignoring how the Terminator-wannabe screeched about hanging his pelt on the wall.

Currently, Jason was sitting in a chair, looking at a tinted green glass box that contained the best smelling thing in the whole wide world. It was green, glowing, and had the appearance of jello.

He forcefully kept his helmet on, trying to block out that - delightful, delicious, ambrosial - thick and sour smell. Jason pushed his chair back, noticing he was creeping forward, almost looming over the box.

The blob thing had two black dots for eyes, a glowing green bloby body, and was pressed up against the glass wall closest to him.

He sighed, only a few more minutes and his ghost watching shift would be over. The rest of the family would be coming down to see the test results and conclusions Tim came to.

Stretching, he took off his helmet.

He needed to breathe.

Jason took in a big breath air, an aroma of something good filling his nose, making him feel all gooey inside as he did so. Staring at the blob, his mouth started to salivate the longer he held eye contact with it.

His stomach was empty.

The pit was silent, almost with what felt like anticipation. He wondered if the blob ghost would have a texture more like a chocolate-filled doughnut or the time he emptied a jello cup and shoved the whole sugary treat in his mouth.

He hummed, the thing wasn’t much bigger than his palm, fitting snugly in the center of his hand.

When had he opened the glass box?

Jason lifted the blob ghost up to his eye level, the ambrosial scent wafting through the air. He thought he heard the elevator doors open, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

All reasonable thoughts vanished and he popped the green orb of delight into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Jason absentmindedly thought it was like sorbet but made his insides feel warm and tingly as he began to hear the rapid footsteps to his right.

He purred in pleasure, leaning back in the chair. Jason glanced at the group that was now surrounding him, someone had gripped his shoulders and was talking fast paced. There was a light panicked tone before whoever- Dick, it was Dick - trailed off, wide eyes meeting his dazed ones.

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When Bruce, Cass, Damian, Dick, Steph, Duke, and Tim stepped out of the elevator, they didn’t expect the scene they were greeted with:

Jason had the blob ghost in his hand, his head was slightly turned to the left - enough that they couldn’t see his eyes.

All conversation stopped, Damian couldn’t even bite out a witty remark before their brother tipped his head back and tossed the ball of ectoplasm into his mouth.

That’s when the shouting started, Dick took off and skidded in front of Jason and put his hands on his shoulders. The rest not far behind.

“Jay? Jason!?” The eldest shook him a bit. “Can you hear me? Are you ohh…kay..?”

Dick trailed off, baby blue eyes meeting toxic green ones. A soft inhuman rumbling of satisfaction started coming from his brother’s chest.

“…what…” was the only thing Tim managed to say before Jason blinked a few times, the purring cut off and crystal blue eyes that they knew returned.

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Jason was looking at Dick’s concerned gaze, he blinked.

“Uhm…”

Memories rushed back, like someone had opened a floodgate. He jerked and fell off the chair, Bruce catching him as he started to gag and cough.

He- did he really eat that thing?

The pit was silent.

Jason wheezed, dry heaving for a few seconds. Nothing came back up.

What the fuck??

Dick scooped him up, his arms wrapping around him, Jason buried his face into his brother’s neck. He remembered how amazing the blob smelt like, how light it was, how his mind turned to a gooey mess, the feeling of it sliding down his throat, how the rage receded and the pit fled his mind, how the toxic waters were vanquished and his thoughts no longer muddled.

To say he was disgusted by his own actions was an understatement. He wanted to find a nice dark and lonely hole to roll into and never crawl out of.

Jason hated the silence.

He felt more bodies press up against him, the safety of their arms, how he wanted nothing but to return the favor by keeping them safe.

Words of comfort were constantly murmured in his ears.

It would be okay.

They’ll figure this out.

We’ll always be here.

The pit was gone.

A core was formed.

His stomach was full.

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If anyone wants to expand on this (or any of my prompts really), please tag me! I live for prompts being used and creatively twisted into something light and fluffy or cold and angsty.

This took a little bit to write, it’s also a filler as I kickstart “Project GH05T” since so many of you liked it- like really, it fills me with so much joy to know that y’all enjoy my posts and want to see some more.

I won’t be doing much more for this one specifically, but think of it more like a prologue to a fic, where Jason grows a core and basically goes through half of season one of DP before Danny himself shows up like: wtf?? Who are you???

And Jason proceeds to adopt a ghost kid on the run.

Anyways, I’m a mess because of school and I have to cook dinner tonight (it’s my turn :D).

See y’all with an official addition to “Project GH05T”

#dp x dc #danny phantom #jason todd #red hood #ghost hunger #batfam #blob ghosts #blob ghosts are meant to help feed ghosts #but only sometimes

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

For Old Times’ Sake

AO3 Link

Ominis and his wife, MC, return home from a Ministry party. Ominis hasn’t quite sobered up yet.

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW—allusions to and non-explicit mentions of sex, but nothing comes of it

Cozy vibes only™. Not as tightly structured as most of my other fics, just be warned

Word count: 3,578

A/N: Soooo this kinda started as a simple HC post about how I imagine adult Ominis when he's drunk, and how he turns into the most cuddly and sleepy bear. I ended up having so much I wanted to say that it accidentally turned into a fic lol. This is rambly because it’s basically just a glorified list of attributes, sorry lol

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Ominis was more than happy to leave the party to which he and MC had been invited.

“Damned bureaucrats,” he had slurred as he held out his hand to help MC climb into a muggle’s carriage outside the opulent London flat where the party had been dragging on for five hours already.

“Ominis,” MC had gently chided as she sat and gathered the black and dark green skirts of her long dress inside the carriage. “I know they’re not the most exciting people, but we should at least try to be polite. After all, many of those people are working to keep us safe from the Gaunts—and they provided the drinks you enjoyed tonight.”

“They won’t hear me—they’re too busy pulling themselves off over their insignificant accomplishments in a vain attempt to climb their grotesque little hierarchy,” Ominis had grumbled. He had ducked inside the carriage after her, his dark ensemble catching the light of the carriage’s lantern and reflecting a subtle, deep green pattern. “But yes, they do have impeccable taste in alcohol.”

MC had sighed defeatedly and, rather than argue further, she had chosen to kiss his cheek in a silent warning to drop the subject.

In spite of his inebriation, Ominis had taken the hint.

As the carriage trundled along, the beat of the horses’ hooves and the sway of the carriage on the cobbled pavement lulled Ominis. He slowly began to slump against MC, who leaned on him in return. She looked up and removed the handsome top hat that was threatening to fall right off his head and placed it on the seat beside her. Ominis mumbled his thanks and took her ornately feathered hat off to kiss the top of her head. He softly mentioned how comfortable she was, barely audible over the carriage.

Ominis groused and tried to press himself closer to MC when the carriage slowed to a halt in front of the unassuming late-night restaurant. MC placed her husband’s hat back upon his head before replacing her own, practically pushing him upright to wake him up.

MC gracefully led a sleepy Ominis from the carriage, much to the bemusement of the driver, and the two made their way into the warm glow of the quiet restaurant.

“Just how much did you drink?” MC whispered, amused, as Ominis let her lead him through the door to avoid his wand being spotted by muggles.

“A few glasses of wine… oh, and some brandy. I can’t recall how much exactly,” Ominis mumbled. “I’ve felt worse.”

“I want you to rest the moment we get home,” MC replied sternly. “I don’t like to see you so unsteady on your feet.”

Ominis began to protest but relented, not wanting to worry his wife any further.

The restaurant was warm, dark and peaceful. The comforting scent of English cooking wafted through the dining room, and MC glanced at the tables hidden away in little wooden nooks, each party having quiet conversations while enjoying their food and drink.

MC guided Ominis to the bar where he quietly ordered a combination of drinks and appetizers that did not appear on the menu. The maître d’ nodded and escorted them to a small, well-appointed room in the back with a lively fireplace on the far wall. Ominis once again leaned against MC, wrapped an arm around her and lovingly stroked her shoulder as she took a small handful of powder from a nearby urn and tossed it in the fire, turning it a bright, glittering green.

“I cannot wait to be home,” Ominis mumbled. MC giggled and took him by the hand as they walked into the fireplace and emerged in the familiar comfort of their spacious drawing room.

The housekeeper sitting on the divan looked up from her book and hurried over to the couple to take their coats and hats, cheerfully greeting them. Ominis stretched and yawned impolitely before sinking into the plush couch in front of the fire, which had returned to its normal bright yellow and orange.

“The children were angels tonight,” the housekeeper beamed as she took MC’s coat. “They’re both tucked in and sound asleep. Shall I bring you two some tea and biscuits?”

MC followed the housekeeper’s gaze to Ominis, who had already shed his jacket and had a drunken smile on his face as he reclined on the couch. His arms were outstretched on the backrest and he soaked up the heat of the fireplace before him.

“If you could, please,” MC replied gratefully. She leaned in close and whispered. “It was another boring Ministry of Magic party, and he was exceptionally grumpy about it. He’s had quite a bit to drink.”

The two shared a quiet laugh. “I’ll be sure the cook includes some of his favorite sweets,” the housekeeper whispered back.

When MC was left alone with Ominis, she settled beside him, her dress creating a small ocean of soft fabric around her. She lovingly gazed up at her husband, tracing the contours of his face with her fingertips. Ominis closed his eyes and sighed happily. He had already unbuttoned the top of his formal white shirt, untucked it from his trousers and clumsily rolled the sleeves halfway up his forearms. MC’s breath caught in her throat when she saw how his alabaster skin caught the firelight, throwing dramatic shadows across his beautiful hands and wrists.

“Feeling any better?” MC murmured.

Without answering her question, Ominis turned towards MC and ungracefully gathered her in his arms, nestling his chin into his favorite little spot between her neck and shoulder. In his intoxication and enthusiasm, he began to list forward. MC giggled and stroked his back.

“So warm,” Ominis mumbled. “You’re such a good wife to me.”

“Because I’m warm?” MC laughed.

“Yes,” Ominis insisted. “And because you’re sweet, you’re deviously intelligent, you’re a remarkable mother to our children…”

Ominis devolved into quiet mumbling, and MC affectionately hushed him as she continued running her hand up and down his back.

Ominis’ weight pressed MC into the couch until he was practically lying on top of her. She wiggled and tried to gently nudge him back upright, but he only grunted and nuzzled into her neck further, pressing sleepy half-kisses into her skin.

“It’s a good thing I decided not to drink tonight, isn’t it?” She muttered as she ran her fingers through his hair and undid all the pomade that had kept it so immaculate all evening.

“You would be twice the mess I am,” Ominis smiled, his voice muffled by the upholstery. He held her tighter until her laughter came out in wheezes as she begged to be released.

Ominis chuckled, sat back up and let MC go. It wouldn’t have been right to make love while he was so drunk, but MC couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter anyway at the sight of his sleepy, disheveled form.

Ominis once again pulled MC in close and held her in his arms. He began covering her in more sleepy kisses.

“Well, aren’t you the persistent one tonight?” MC laughed.

“I know what I like,” Ominis hummed.

A quiet knock sounded at the door, and MC scarcely heard it over her husband’s affections.

“Where would you like me to leave this?” came the housekeeper’s voice from the doorway.

MC struggled to break free from Ominis’ hold as she jumped up. He let out a pitiful whine as his arms became woefully empty.

MC, slightly embarrassed, directed the housekeeper to set a tray of tea, baked goods and some candies from their most recent trip to Honeyduke’s on the coffee table before them.

“I’ll leave you two alone, now,” the housekeeper said with a knowing smile. MC giggled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and thanked the housekeeper as she left and closed the door behind her.

“Come back over here, my little hummingbird,” Ominis mumbled. He had meant to sound commanding, but a smile played on his lips as he slurred.

“Only if you promise to have some tea and a bit to eat,” MC smiled as she wandered back to the couch and perched herself beside Ominis. “You’re very drunk.”

“I know,” Ominis replied matter-of-factly. “Can I not still hold my beautiful wife in her gorgeous dress while I’m drunk?”

“Eat,” MC smiled, taking a small cake from the tray and placing it in Ominis' palm. MC poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ominis once he had finished the cake. When he tried to set down the cup after one sip, she smirked and gave it back to him.

“At least finish a cup of tea. If you wake up tomorrow with a splitting headache, I’ll get to gloat over you,” she playfully warned.

Ominis made a half-hearted grumble and took a few more sips.

“Your dress truly is beautiful,” he quietly offered as he held his teacup. “I can barely keep my fingers off the neckline, the lace on the sleeves feels wonderful and hearing the swish of the fabric as you walk is intoxicating. I can only imagine the jealousy of the men who witnessed you on my arm… You should wear that dress more often,” Ominis remarked smugly.

MC bubbled with warm laughter and leaned against him. “That would mean going to more Ministry parties.”

Ominis scowled, remembering the last few dreadful hours sitting at a table with nobody he knew, staying silent and entertaining himself with alcohol and concocting strategies for how he would get MC out of her dress to make sweet, gentle love to her.

Ominis quickly gulped down the last of his tea. He held it aloft and turned it upside down to demonstrate its emptiness.

“Is that all you require of me, your majesty?” Ominis teased as she took the cup from him.

MC rolled her eyes with a laugh and refilled the cup. “Drink some more if you can. But yes, you’ve done all I asked for the moment, my darling prince.”

Ominis eagerly snatched her up in his arms and reclined on the couch. He ran a single finger down MC’s back while his other hand slipped down to her waist. His starry blue eyes bore into the ceiling as he traced little shapes on the warm, soft skin of her back that was exposed by the dress.

“Are you trying to get me out of my dress?” MC flirted.

“Mmf… I’m too drunk for sex right now. Just let me hold you,” Ominis mumbled.

“Ever the gentleman,” MC warmly smiled. “You know, if you have more tea or water, perhaps we could head to bed after a while.” She suggestively walked her fingers up his chest, but Ominis ignored it.

“I want to hold you,” Ominis stubbornly insisted.

“All right, all right,” MC chuckled before letting out a sigh and resting her head on him again. “It is nice to just lie here, isn’t it?”

“It’s leagues better than that party… this reminds me of the nights we spent in the Room of Requirement,” Ominis happily mumbled, “when we first fell in love.”

“That was so long ago, wasn’t it?” MC replied dreamily.

“Ten years… it seems like no time at all, and yet it also feels as if I’ve loved you my entire life.”

MC thought she heard Ominis’ voice break ever so slightly, and she raised her head to peer at his face. His eyes were brimming as he beamed, still staring heavenward.

“Two perfect little children, a beautiful old house in the peaceful countryside, an utterly stunning wife… I never could have guessed this was how my life would turn out that night I first held you in my arms.”

MC felt a tug at her own throat. “You’re always so sentimental when you’re drunk,” she laughed as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek. “But yes… who could have guessed this was what we had to look forward to?”

“I thought I would never find someone who loved me so completely,” Ominis mused as he fumbled with the pins in MC’s hair, counting as he drew out each pin he had helped her place that afternoon in preparation for the party. “I’m still in disbelief every morning when I wake up next to you.”

As Ominis withdrew the last pin, MC's hair fell out of its formal styling. Ominis carded his fingers through it, unraveling it until it was gracefully draped down her back. He then began to massage MC's scalp, relieving the tension and aches that her fancy hairstyles frequently caused.

"Do you still sometimes feel unlovable, then?” MC gently asked, lifting her head again and placing a flat hand on his chest.

Ominis hesitated for a moment. “Yes… it’s only once in a great while, but it does happen… I’m sorry, I know there’s no reason to feel that way, and—”

“I won’t have you apologizing for that,” MC scolded in her softest tone. She kissed his chest in an attempt to loosen his muscles, which had tensed. “I understand. When did you last feel that way?”

“A… a few days ago,” Ominis admitted shyly as his hands fell away from her hair. “I don’t know why. I simply woke up feeling undeserving of your love, our children’s love, the love of your father, Sebastian’s friendship… I felt as if I were nothing more than the miserable Gaunt boy nobody trusts or likes.”

Ominis sniffled once and clutched the skirt of MC’s dress.

MC pulled herself up further to kiss her husband again. “As I recall, you had gotten another letter from your family the day before, hadn’t you?”

“Yes,” Ominis replied miserably. “Another threat. You needn’t hear the details, but as always, they want me to abandon you and our innocent little children.”

MC shivered slightly. Ominis never allowed her to see the letters out of fear for her own wellbeing, which was perfectly fine by her. A number of months ago, she had found an entire stack of them piled up in his study and, wondering if they were the financial documents she had been searching for all afternoon, opened them. She had ended up sitting on the floor for half an hour, transfixed in horror as she read page after page written by his mother, father and even some of his siblings. The way the Gaunts talked about MC and their children as if they were mere animals and tried to manipulate Ominis had made MC feel nauseated. She had only read a fraction of the letters from the pile, but she had hastily put them back and never spoke of it to her husband. MC had been expecting him to give her a frustrated reminder not to shuffle the papers around on his desk, as it only made things more difficult when he was already visually impaired, but instead she could have sworn Ominis had been especially affectionate and protective for the next few days afterwards.

MC pressed herself to Ominis, who wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Could that be why you felt so badly, then?” MC murmured.

“I think you’re right,” Ominis replied.

The drawing room became deathly quiet. The only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Ominis squeezed MC closer as if the Gaunts were about to burst through the door and pluck her from his grasp. MC wondered how many letters he still received in a single month. Ominis had once admitted a few years ago that he always held out hope for reconciliation with his parents and siblings, as far-fetched as the possibility was. To continue opening letter after letter only to find the same violent threats and abusive words must have played heavily on his mind and health, MC thought.

“I’m sorry,” Ominis sighed as he sat up and untangled himself from MC. She felt a pang in her heart as she was gently pushed away. “I didn’t mean to ruin your mood.”

“Darling, don’t say that,” MC replied as she kissed his cheek. “I’m glad you told me. And you should know there is never so much as one second in which I don’t love you to the moon and back. Your son misses you whenever you have to be away. He is always ready to ask me a barrage of questions about when his papa will be back. And your daughter is absolutely radiant when you hold her or rock her to sleep in your arms; you’ve heard how fussy she can get until she knows you’re holding her. I think you’re her favorite,” MC giggled. “And do you remember our lunch with my father last Sunday when he told you how proud he was of you? He said you were the kind of man most father-in-laws could only wish for. Sebastian also constantly writes to you, too. He’s coming to visit next month after his trip to Africa, and he misses you greatly. You are always loved by every one of us—no matter what.” MC’s voice began to break as she smiled and kissed him tenderly again.

“I thought I was the sentimental drunk here,” Ominis smiled as he stroked MC’s hair. “But thank you. It does mean a lot to hear all that.”

MC leaned forward and took Ominis’ cup of tea. Following their little ritual, she lifted his wrist, slid her fingertips down his hand and guided his fingers around the cup, carefully releasing her grip as she watched to make sure he wouldn’t drop it. His hands delicately grasped the china as he tipped it back and drank the tea in almost one gulp. MC couldn’t help but smile as she refilled the tiny cup and handed it to him again in the same gesture. His shoulders began to loosen, and his eyes slid shut as a serene expression came over him.

“I hope you know you’re too good to me,” Ominis muttered. “You don’t have to do any of this. You could have gone to bed a long time ago and left me to my nonsense here, but you stayed.”

MC chuckled and leaned against him, her hand on his chest. “Because I love you, Ominis.”

Ominis opened his mouth to say something self deprecating, but he thought better of it and only smiled gently.

“Thank you,” he replied as he kissed her cheek. “And I love you, MC.”

MC reached down to hold Ominis’ hand and idly traced little shapes in his palm. “Are you ready for bed? As much as I adore sitting here with you, I’m getting very sleepy. I hope we can continue talking like this in the morning, though.”

“I was thinking of sleeping here tonight, actually—my mind is occupied with nostalgic thoughts of our school days now.”

“Will you be comfortable? Our bed is so much warmer and softer… And I would be lonely,” MC murmured as her head dipped.

“Oh, but I want you to join me,” Ominis smiled as he pulled MC into his chest and laid back on the warm upholstery. He let out a deep sigh as his arms snaked around her and squeezed.

“I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, but sometimes I forget what it was like to hold you in the days when we were so young… when there were no Ministry of Magic assignments or children to raise—when we barely grasped what it truly meant to make love and we had homework we skipped just so we could be together a little while longer before sleep,” Ominis softly laughed. “I am a fool who easily forgets why anyone would love him, and I want to be reminded of the pure love you’ve always had for me since the very beginning.”

MC settled into Ominis’ hold as he spoke, magnetically drawn to his embrace. It had, indeed, been a long time since she had fallen asleep on her husband’s chest. As she laid her head down, his presence became soporific. Between the fireplace and the heat Ominis radiated, MC felt no need for a blanket, and the echo of his voice was like a lullaby.

“You’re not a fool, Ominis,” MC murmured as she reached around to take his left hand. She ran her fingertips over his wedding ring. “You’re overcoming an unthinkable amount of suffering. It’s only natural to need help sometimes. And I’ll always be here. I promise.”

Ominis went quiet, absorbing her words and turning them over in his mind, treasuring each one. MC smiled as she watched his contemplative face. He squeezed her hand in gratitude.

“Are you comfortable, little hummingbird?” Ominis finally said when they released each other’s hands. He buried his fingertips in the hair on her scalp and scratched affectionately.

“I can’t imagine anything more comfortable than you,” MC mumbled as she settled down again. She fought the sleep tugging at her eyes just to spend a few more moments enjoying her husband, but in the end, sleep won and she quickly fell into dreams.

Silence overtook the couple once again, but it was no longer foreboding or full of lonely thoughts. Now, it was Ominis’ kiss upon his precious wife’s head. It was peaceful rest in the arms of the love of his life. He was sure he would have a headache in the morning, but as long as MC could be by his side, it did not seem so bad.

#men didn’t normally wear wedding bands at this point in time but that’s why I take artistic liberty and say wizards were built different #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #isabel greymoore

[paddockgirlies]

⸺ a luxurious beach date w/ lewis hamilton ♡ hc's under cut

lewis surprises you with a spontaneous beach getaway after a long season, just when summer break arrives for him

you arrive at a beautiful paradise with breathtaking views

he leads you to a plush beach cabana nestled among palm trees

you guys picnic on the beach, and there's lots of fruit and champagne

hand in hand, you walk, enjoying the sunset

lewis suggests snorkeling, and you explore vibrant coral reefs

he takes you on his private yacht follows, with cocktails and vegan (of course!) appetizers

candlelit beachside dinner under the stars, with soft music playing in the background, and you feel so at peace

he takes you on a moonlit walk, stargazing and sharing stories about his childhood

he proposes to you at the end

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[inezdeortiz]

I have an scenario idea 👀

[Platonic]

Killua from Hunter x Hunter, with a Reader who is Like Shuna from that time I got reincarnated as a slime.

Soo Reader is like, she treats Killua like her son, better than Kikyo Zoldyck

Reader isn’t manipulative like his family, Reader is there for him and listens to Killua when he is ranting or venting.

Oh. My. Golly!! A Shuna!Reader who's basically Killua's new mother is such a good idea actually! Of course we all love our best girl Shuna for making Rimuru's wonderful clothing! and making sweets that looks very appetizing.

Character: Killua Zoldyck, and Gon Freecss(I can't help but add him since these two are basically inseparable)

OS/HCS/IMG: Imagine/Scenario!

Imagine!

Killua met you during the 2nd phase of the Hunter exam, you only managed to get Mechi's approval when she saw your work and tastes it, he was curious. How did you get her approval despite her ansty attitude? Well, you're just a great cook!

He and Gon are fascinated cause all of them didn't get Mechi's approval but you did! They definitely have to learn a thing or two from you.

You also managed to get together in the 3rd phase, you fell on a tile that opened when you stepped on it. Now, it's lively with you around!

When you found out that Killua's family was the infamous Zoldyck, you did not fret away from him but instead you hugged him knowing he experienced pain and basically abuse from Milluki, it was the first time he felt someone hugged him without being scared or fearing him.

Killua came back to the other side where Kurapika, Leorio, Gon, and [Name]. He explained that he 'simply' took his heart out, so he can die.

[Name] suddenly came running to him while Leorio took a few steps back when he saw the scene Killua caused.

You hugged him tightly while speaking near his ear.

"Atleast, you came out alive... I'm proud of you Killua."

Henceforth, you started taking care of Killua and Gon like your own but of course Killua being the tsundere cat he is, he tries to deny it but Gon is always there to say the truth for him!

"Gon!?"

"Eh? What is it Killua?"

They both love your cooking! Including the desserts you make! They even sometimes beg you to make their favorite using their puppy eyes is their favorite advantage also

In other words, You're their favorite person and they're your favorite sons!

#✩*⢄⢁【 inezdeortiz 】⡈⡠*✩ #hunter x hunter #killua x reader #gon x reader