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genderlessghoul · 4 months

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This is for @anonymouslymadebydesign

I'm so sorry I don't know how to Tumblr properly I messed up your ask 😭 (if anyone saw me post this one for 3 minutes and then delete it, no you didn't)

Here's how to differentiate all the current ghouls, explained as best as I can!

Dew :

First we have our lead guitarist, nicknamed Dewdrop or Sodo. He's most often seen playing his white Stratocaster guitar, which is a great way to identify him. He's the smallest of all the men in the group and also has a very small frame that matches his height.

He's arguably the easiest to recognize with the costumes on because he's the only one with white horns on his mask. He usually wears his sleeves rolled up and has a black compression shirt underneath. If his sleeves aren't rolled up, you'll notice he has no ruffles at the cuffs. He wears a balaclava over his mouth and nose

You know how they say the smaller you are, the closer to hell? Yeah that's Dewdrop. He's our angry gremlin, he likes to throw stuff at people. He also has a very distinct posture. The way he walks and stands, at least to me, inspires authority, it's almost intimidating.

Phantom :

On rhythm guitar, we have Phantom or Aeon, people couldn't agree on the nickname. He plays a black Fantomen guitar. He's a bit taller than Dew and has a similar frame.

His mask has scratch marks in the leather on the left side. He also wears his sleeves rolled up with a compression shirt underneath, sometimes they're kinda rolled the "wrong" way around so he looks like he has bell sleeves. His cuffs also don't have ruffles. He also wears a balaclava over his mouth and nose, it took him a while to know how to wear it properly because it used to stick to his face so bad.

He's the newest and he tends to act a bit younger too if that makes sense? He's very playful with the audience and thrives on interactions (my personal biggest brag is playing a game of rock paper scissors with him when I saw them live. He's very flexible and will not hesitate to throw himself on the floor.

Rain :

On bass we have Rain. He plays a couple different basses in the show. If you tend to get confused with instruments, your best bet is to count the strings. A regular guitar has 6 while a bass guitar has 4. He's taller than Phantom and Dew but he still has a small frame, he's our lanky boy.

They changed most of the ghouls' masks this summer so this is not a 100% method anymore but his mask used to have a little patch on the right side that one of the horns was poking out of. His nose is always poking out from underneath and he wears tape on the bridge of it. He rarely rolls his sleeves but it does happen. He doesn't have a compression shirt underneath. His cuffs still have ruffles. He only wears his balaclava over his mouth

He's often classified as shy by the fandom, he acta a bit more neutral on stage than the other ghouls but he does have his moments. He's not very stable on his feet hence the name Rain.

Mountain :

Mountain is our drummer. He's the tallest of our ghoul.

I don't remember what was special about his mask before it got changed but he's often recognized by sheer height alone. After concerts before bows, he can sometimes be seen walking around the stage without his vest and/or shoeless. His sleeves don't have ruffles anymore. He wears a balaclava for official pictures but not on stage, he paints his exposed skin black instead.

We don't have a lot on him personality wise given he's hiding behind a drum kit the entire show. The people who know more about drums than me seem to agree that he has a bit of an aggressive playing style.

Swiss :

Then we have our multi ghoul Swiss (my beloved). He plays a rain shaker, a tambourine and allegedly a black hagstrom viking baritone guitar. He also does backing vocals. He's the tallest after Mountain and our boy is large.

Before they changed the masks, he had a small patch on the left side, kind of behind and below the horn. He rolls up his sleeves with no compression shirt and has ruffles at the cuffs. He doesn't wear a balaclava and can often be identified by his bigass smile.

He is feral. He is The Whore. He will secude everything and everyone in his path. He definitely likes to act very sexual on stage and has no shame in grabbing his band mates in less than appropriate ways. Sometimes he does things that he's the only one to know why. Be warned he cheats at rock paper scissors.

Then we have the ghoulettes

They all have pretty much the exact same uniform without variation at all but they can be differentiated by their body type and personality. They also have capes compared to the boys.

Cirrus :

She's on keys and keytar. She's quite tall and has an average body type. She has her own solo during Mummy Dust on keytar and she's absolutely rocking to it. Loves to interact with fans during it.

Cumulus :

She's on keys, tambourine and backing vocals. She's the roundest of the ghoulettes and she's rather small. In my opinion she's the most wholesome ghoul, she just wanna spread love.

Aurora :

She's on backing vocals and tambourine. Smallest of them all, she makes Dewdrop look like a giant. She has a big personality and she's the ghoulette that jumps and dances around the most.

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marvelmusing · 4 months

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By Your Side

From the Light & Love AU

Pairing: Sun Summoner!Aleksander Morozova x Darkling!Fem!Reader

Summary: As the days go by, you learn more about your sun summoner and make steps to bring him closer to you.

Warnings: brief reference to abuse

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A nightmare wakes you. Heart hammering in your chest, lungs frantically scrambling for air as you breathe erratically. Sweat clings to your skin, clammy and uncomfortable. Pushing the covers away from your body, your hands are shaking with the adrenaline from your dream.

There’s a soft knock at your door.

“Moi soverenyi?”

A familiar voice. Ivan. The heartrender posted at your door tonight must have heard your heart rate spike.

“I’m fine, Ivan.”

Tears begin to blur at your vision, emotion lodging in your throat as you fight against your body, willing yourself to breathe normally so that you won’t attract the attention of your heartrenders.

There’s another, more tentative, knock at your door. Frustrated, you slip out of bed, tugging open the door.

“I said I’m fine, Ivan,” you snap harshly, exhaustion wearing at your usually moderate temper. The sight of your sun summoner, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a loose shirt, his hair ruffled rather adorably, disarms you somewhat. “Aleksander?”

He fidgets with his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

Instantly, you shake your head, tired mind too busy drinking in the sight of him to think properly.

“It’s quite alright. Is something the matter?”

“I had a nightmare,” he admits quietly. Opening your door wider, you tilt your head, gesturing towards your bed.

“Come in.”

He doesn’t hesitate to accept your request and you smile as you close the door behind him. When you turn to look at Aleksander, you find him hovering somewhat awkwardly beside your bed. His shyness makes your smile widen.

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” you ask softly.

He swallows hard.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Seeing Aleksander settled in your bed soothes something inside you. He will always be safest beside you. He smiles shyly at you, tucking his arm beneath your pillow as he turns on his side to face you. Neither one of you attempt to look away from one another, prompting you to whisper,

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t the Grisha testers find you when you were younger?”

If they had, it would have undoubtably changed the dynamic between the two of you. Aleksander would have grow up at the Little Palace. He would have seen you as a mentor and you would have watched him grow into a man that is painfully similar to the one you lost all those centuries ago. It would have hurt you, but he would have been safe and well fed, allowed to use his power.

“The test doesn’t work if you’re already in pain,” he says. “My mother’s punishments meant that the test never worked on me.”

At Aleksander’s confession, your heart leaps into your throat. No wonder he joined the First Army before the age of conscription.

“Healers are supposed to examine every child and attend to them if they’re injured, so that they can be tested.”

He shrugs lightly.

“I didn’t know that. They never did.”

“Aleksander, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head minutely, a frown of confusion creasing between his brows.

“It isn’t your fault.”

“It is. I should have gone with the testers to ensure it was done properly.”

“You can’t go to every town in Ravka with the testers. Not if you also need to be on the frontline with your soldiers, and manage things at the Little Palace, and attend meetings with the king.”

Once again, his perception surprises you.

“You’ve been watching me.”

“It’s hard to not notice you.” The words seem to tumble out of him without thought and your heart skips a beat at his honest admission.

“Is it?” you ask softly.

He blushes.

“Well, you’re the only one who wears black so I suppose that makes you stands out.”

“I suppose,” you concede.

A small smile quirks at the corner of your lips as you stare up at the ceiling, giving him some reprieve from his embarrassment.

He likes me. Those three words dance gleefully around in your mind, clouding over every other thought. He likes me. After years of being distrusted and loathed and feared, being liked feels like a drug.

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“I see your training with Botkin has been fruitful. A vast improvement from when you first arrived here.”

Aleksander turns, grinning at you as he wipes at his bare back with a cloth. His eyes are alight with victory, after beating both Zoya and Sergei back to back in the combat ring. He gives you a small bow, inclining his head politely and heat creeps up your neck.

“Thank you, moi soverenyi.”

He speaks your title earnestly. The title you had fashioned for yourself with whatever scraps of respect you could gather from the otkazat’sya. Saints, you want to kiss him, right here and now, in front of his entire cohort. The youngsters love to gossip, by the end of the day everyone would know that you had kissed the sun summoner.

As much as you want to, you aren’t ready for the world to know how much he means to you. Not after what happened all those centuries ago. The people won’t accept their Sun Saint being loved by a Darkling.

“Is there a reason why my lessons with Baghra have been replaced with combat lessons and sessions in the library?” he asks, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Yes. I was hoping to have cleared my schedule before you noticed the change.”

“Your schedule?”

You nod.

“Baghra won’t be tutoring you anymore. You deserve a better teacher than her, and I plan to do my best by you.”

He lifts his head up, tightening the strings at the front of his shirt.

“You��re going to be teaching me.”

You nod again with a soft smile.

“Yes.”

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“What’s this?”

Aleksander lifts the lid of the chest slightly, frowning in curiosity at the copious amount of tulle spilling out. The flash of blue and yellow from inside the chest makes you grimace as you answer him from your place at the war table.

“My dress for the winter fete.”

He turns to look at you, surprise touching his features.

“May I see it?”

You nod passively.

“If you would like to.”

He opens up the chest, reaching for the wretched garment. The dress is a gaudy yellow, with blue embroidery over the waistline and at the hem of each tier in the skirt. Genya has done her best to alter the dress, adding some golden embroidery and glistening gems to the bodice to make it more ornate and refined.

“It’s lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

He turns back to you.

“You don’t like it?”

“For the winter fete, the king imposes a strict dress code. All female Grisha must wear dresses - the colour of their order. The men can wear their keftas.”

After turning your pen over in your hands for a moment, you place it down slowly and lean back in your chair to look at Aleksander.

“But I am not permitted to wear my kefta or my colour. I am dressed in cheap silks and Lantsov colours to remind me that I am the property of the crown.”

Aleksander discards the dress, tucking it back into the chest with slightly less care than when he had first picked it up. He then moves over towards you, sitting down in the seat by your side. His fingers curl around your wrist, circling his thumb over the sensitive skin of your forearm.

“I think you will look beautiful in anything,” he murmurs quietly. Unable to stop yourself, you place your hand over his, giving him a soft squeeze before you whisper,

“Thank you, Aleksander.”

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matchesarelit · 21 days

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Imagine If You Will...

In the aftermath of Garraka Lars makes his way back to the lab... You are just a little amused at the state he's in.

One-Liner: #7 from @deity-prompts' list here

Warnings: mentions of sticky, tacky slimy and moist/wet stuff

The door felt heavier than usual as Lars tugged it open, it was also substantially stickier... but that probably wasn't the door's fault. Lars shrugged off his red coat and turned it inside out in an effort to free himself of the wetness that refused to leave his outfit, and as he tied the arms around his waist a dribble of slimy... whatever... dripped from inside the cuffs to the tiles below him.

Walking through the halls, the sound of globs and droplets splattering to the floor was accompanied by the squelching of his boots with every step he took. Needless to say you heard him coming.

Most of your coworkers and the other scientists had gone to the firehouse to celebrate Ghost Corps being brought back, so the facility was all but silent. Your thoughts were torn from the document you were reviewing by his kerfuffle of an entrance and the strange sounds that were only growing louder. Peering out the door to your office you caught sight of Lars...

His hair was splayed in points in every which way, whatever he was coated in acting like some interdimensional hair gel. His Coat was a darkened red and shone with slime, Nevertheless the red made his eyes glow even more than you swore they always did. Irrelevant? perhaps, but you could never seem to stop yourself from noticing them.

Unable to hide your chuckle at his wet cat demeanor, you stepped back, opening the door wide and waiting for him to round the corner. As he trudged over the threshold, you made quick work of laying a towel across your spare chair before settling back into your own.

"Well... I don't think what you're wearing in suitable for the workplace." He scoffed, but the tug of a smile at his lips gave him away.

His tone was light as he whined "I save the world and that's the thanks I get?" Folding his jacket over the back of the chair, he shed the top half of his jumpsuit, tying it around his waist as he had the coat, before settling into the chair.

Tugging open one of the draws by your side you grabbed a spare piece of merchandise, tossing it his chest, "There you go, hero."

As he unfurled the top he narrowed his eyes at you, turning it so you could see the printed text 'Ghostbusting Apprentice in training' painted across the chest. Watching as he dropped it on the desk, you pretended to consider for a moment, as he watched you, eyebrows raiseed in a look that said... 'really?'

"I suppose you could have this one instead..." Reaching behind yourself you pulled out a freshly ironed t-shirt, unfolding this one yourself you laid it out on your desk in front of him.

His eyes bulged slightly, before his eyes were once again squinting in your direction, a challenging type look on his face now as his brows furrowed.

Across the chest of the green tee was the words 'Pukey's Splash Zone'.

"What? You thought the others could resist telling me what happened?" You weren't even trying to hold back your grin at this point, much too amused with his situation and now the added confusion that painted his face. "But... how? That was barely an hour ago." He muttered, perplexed, as he studied the text up close.

"I'd love to say I saw it coming and had it made ages ago, but..." Turning my head slightly I gestured to the iron and paper offcuts still lingering on top of a cabinet.

"Never make the mistake of thinking I'm without craft supplies."

Lars' expression was simply amused, all lingering frustration long gone. "I won't, I promise" Laughing through his words, he pulled the shirt on over his button up. The movement only ruffled his hair further, various pieces now pointing askew out to the side or straight upwards. Slightly disheveled and lounging in your spare chair he was entrancing. You struggled to think of something to break the silence, mind too caught in how soft it made him look to think up any more teasing.

"lovely..." is all you can manage to whisper, though you weren't sure if you were talking about his promise or him as a whole.

"I'm feeling much more work appropriate already" He joked looking down at the tee, only raising his eyes to consider you, when you remained silent. Your gaze was back on your computer, desperately avoiding staring, the room was caught in awkward tension, and the stress built up over the last few days was still thick in the air.

"I'm really glad you're all alright. I was more than a little worried about you Lars"

"Hey its okay, everyone's alright. Even the ghosts got out okay" He never really failed to bring a smile to your face and that little joke was enough for now.

"Wait why me?"

Shit

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priniya · 1 year

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DAYS LIKE THESE!

xavier thorpe finds himself in the weirdest, christmas situation — at his girlfriend’s house, experiencing something he never had before, a loving, family meeting.

notes. xavier thorpe x reader. just a christmas fluff because i need some! <3 implied psychic family! UNEDITED

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when xavier agreed to the invitation to spend the christmas with you at your house, far from his neglectful, pretentious father, he expected something different. your family size was an undiscovered thing for him — obviously, he knew that you had a brother and a sister, since they’ve always visited on the parents weekend, but you hardly ever talked about anyone else.

so seeing five cars already parked on the driveway, and a mention of another two people being late, made him shocked. it was unusual for him to catch a glimpse of a family gathering so well planned, and so wanted that everyone shows up.

“xavier!” you exclaimed, running to him after a five minutes wait, freezing out, wearing the red sweatshirt he got you, and a pair of black jeans. his arms quickly embraced you in the tightest hug, lifting a few inches in the air. “i’m gonna pass out, i can’t believe you’re here.”

“believe me, the feeling’s mutual.” he chuckled, matching the wide grin on your face. “are those cars… yours?” thorpe let out, still in shock.

a frown was visible on your face as you entered the house quietly, trying to settle him in without any interruptions. “what? no, dummy. that’s all my siblings’ cars.” you laughed, throwing him a christmas sweater, knitted by your mom with a big, silver x in the center.

“what–?” he stammered. “you have five siblings? i thought you have three, you know, filly, julie and the little one.” you let out a small giggle upon hearing his words. “what? how many siblings do you have?” he asked, all confused.

“you know,” you began, adjusting the collar of his shirt, underneath his new sweater. “you’re an only child, and i strongly believe my parents don’t know the definition of contraception, but to answer your question — there’re five adults, me and julie, and four children from age ten to six, and then there are the twins, four years olds.” you babbled, not paying attention to the terrified impression spread over your boyfriend’s face.

“THIRTEEN? YOU HAVE TWELVE SIBLINGS?” xavier was completely horrified, imagining how your life must’ve been earlier, but then — he connected the dots, realizing that everything fitted like puzzle pieces. your house was enormous, your room was split in a half with red tape and a curtain, he caught a glimpse of the humongous yard behind the house, and lots of pictures near the stairs.

a pain of jolt rushed through his body — as a child, he always wanted to have at least one sibling, and you had twelve! his inner child couldn’t help but feel so envy of you. it’d be way easier to handle the family trauma, having someone to confide in.

“you know, my mom grew up in an orphanage and decided that once she starts a family of her own, it’d be like in the cheaper by the dozen movie, you know, and my dad also comes from a big family, so he never minded my mom’s dream.” you smiled, fingers ruffling through his hair. “and you’re one of us now, you’re the fastest to get your own sweater.”

“am i really?”

“my mom was thrilled to knit you one.” you planted a kiss on his lips, grinning at him. “so… she did after the one call you had with her. i don’t know if you remember, but it was in january, right after the new year’s eve.” he laughed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he smiled.

“Y/N!” your youngest sister barged into the room. “mom asks if you could stop hiding xavier, and let others meet him.” ginny’s eyes were focused on your boyfriend as she snatched him from you, tugging on his hand prior to pulling him outside.

you could sense how tense he was, standing in the doorframe with your youngest sister. it took them less than fifteen second to notice them. “back off!” ginny shouted, protecting xavier from your nieces and nephews. “i am his favorite.”

the room was quickly filled with laughter as you tickled the little girl. “okaaay, favorite after y/n.” she playfully rolled her eyes, not letting go of his hand.

when everyone was done with introductions, your boyfriend finally let him loose a little, having multiple chitchats with your brothers about anything, while you tried to remind the twins that xavier wasn’t the type of person who liked physical touch, even though he didn’t seem to mind anything — gemma occupying his laps during the dinner, while ginny babbled endlessly.

“hey, adrien.” filly, the only brother that xavier got to know beforehand, began. “you said you were looking for someone to help you with the exhibition at the art gallery, and you know, xavier is really talented with painting.” he suggested, throwing his arm around adrien’s shoulder.

“really? do you actually?” your oldest brother smiled slyly. “one guy stood me up, and i was looking for someone to replace him, would you like that?” the shock on his face earned a few giggles from your mom, and older sisters.

“if it’s not a problem – obviously.” xavier grinned, nodding his head eagerly. “thank you, really. that means so much to me.”

“i told you, you’re one of us!” you exclaimed, giving him a smooch on the cheek. “now, you’re obligated to attend every family event, and there’s a lot of, considering our fourteen birthdays as fourteen family events!”

the whole dinner went smoothly, your family immediately took your boyfriend under their wings, making him feel as comfortable as it was only possible. and then, the final of secret santas took a place. you almost cried, seeing how your mom gives xavier a few painting supplies, and hand warmers matching his sweater.

“gemma! someone has a gift for you!” you called out on behalf of the blonde boy. one of the twins teleported to the place where you stood, grin spreading over her lips as she watched him hand her the gift.

“it’s kind of cheating, but y/n had to tell me a few things.” words spilled out of his mouth, gaining the girl’s full attention. “but besides that, i drew you something.” she took out the gorgeous sketch from the bag, and before she even thanked him, he used his ability and moved the thing on the canva.

it was a duck, holding a guitar, a combination of two things your sister loves, playing one of her favorite songs. “woooow! it’s so pretty!” she gaped at him, admiration flickering in her eyes. “thank you so much! i love it.” catching him off guard, gemma clutched him in a hug.

it was around four in the morning, when everything finally died down and you found yourself covered in the silky sheets, watching as xavier swiftly gets rid of his clothing. “sorry if you felt overwhelmed by amount of people here, i asked them to give you space.” you whispered, your head resting on top of his chest.

“overwhelmed?” he snorted, shocking your head in fake disappointment. “i’ve longed for a christmas party like that ever since i was a kid. i’d never felt so accepted by anyone before.” a beam rosed on his lips as he planted a delicate on yours. “thank you for the invitation.”

xavier stayed with you, and your family for a few more days, taking in the perks of living in a full house, experimenting all the sweet interactions between your siblings and parents, being a part of all those meals together, feeling the fondness and tenderness of each actions.

it was his last night, when you were standing in the kitchen, blanket hanging on your shoulders, back pressed to the counter as you sipped on the hot-chocolate, recalling events from previous days, smile finding its way onto your face.

“hey!” you exclaimed happily, a little too loud for two in the morning, when you noticed your boyfriend in the doorway. “what’re you doing up so late?” you asked, wrapping the blanket around him.

“was looking for something to drink.” he muttered, leaving a kiss on your temple as his arm clutched you in a side hug, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, snatching the mug from your hand prior. “i’m going to miss this place.”

“you can visit whenever you want, no one will mind.” you sent him the prettiest smile you could, before resting your head on his shoulder. “really, the youngests love you, so does my mom, and my other siblings. you bought them with that smile.”

letting him go was the hardest, watching as he gets to the car with a small, sad smile tugged on his face. and when they finally left the driveway, for a brief second, you could see him waving at you.

but the nights like these were the only thing you’d remember, recalling them every night before you’d reunite at school. geez, xavier thorpe has you wrapped around his finger so easily — but could anyone blame you for this?

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ghostlychief · 5 months

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tomorrow will be kinder

Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

WC: 1900+

Warnings: brief mention of deaths; hurt/comfort; some fluff

Summary: When overly stressed by the calamity of your job, you find yourself pulling away from your teammates and even sometimes, your closest friends. Luckily for you, they don’t go anywhere, and patiently wait for your return. Although one person in particular, never lets you fester alone.

A/N: Hello!!! Feels like I haven't posted in awhile, so here we are. I hope if you stumble across it, you enjoy <3

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You look down at the ground, while smoke billows around you, slightly clouding your vision. All you see are bodies caked in mud, lying motionless on the dirt path and you wonder to yourself how many dead bodies you have seen throughout your career.

How many? You couldn’t even count, there’s no point, not when it’s been this many. Maybe this was the tipping point for you. When the cold bodies that once held lives don’t bother you anymore. You no longer feel sonder creeping through your bones, making sure it covers you completely when you witness death. No, you just carry on like nothing happened. Day after day, your capacity to care and feel anything slowly drained out, and now you’re left empty and dry, wishing for relief from the arid cracks forming within you.

It's like you’re on autopilot, and have been for awhile now. After your last mission, you vaguely remember writing up your section of the report and handing it off to Price. You might have gone back to your quarters and spent the remainder of the day in bed. You cannot recall.

The days since then have gone by slowly, not much action going on. You don’t mind the quiet because sooner or later it’s going to get louder and louder until you’re back where you started: with destruction and death surrounding you, once again tipping you over.

You know you have been acting different. This has happened before, and your teammates understand why. They’re not too pushy about it, even though it seems like they ask you out to drinks or dinner more often than usual. You know they’re just worried and want you to feel included and that you are not on your own for this. You appreciate them, you really do. But they eventually get the hint that you just need some time by yourself, and the invitations stop coming. You don’t mind though, now you can finally rest without any external cacophonous noise. You only have to deal with the noise up in your head.

Going back to your quarters, you shut the blinds and lock your door, finally ready to take a fucking nap. You shut your eyes and sleep overcomes you.

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When you finally come to, you realize you’ve woken up due to someone knocking (quite loudly) on your door. You briefly glance at the window, and there is no longer sunshine peeking through, so it must be past dinner time. You look at your watch and see that it’s almost 8p.m. You slept for a few good hours.

You rustle your way out of bed, not really caring what you look like. Unlocking your door, you mentally curse at whoever decided to come wake you, and you swing the door open more aggressively than you meant to.

When you glance up, you notice your teammate, Ghost, standing tall in your door frame, his toned arms crossed over his chest. He, for once, isn’t wearing any kind of mask over his face, which allows your eyes to dance across the scars that cover him. He has one in the hollow of his left cheek, a couple on his temple, and finally, one jagged mark near his upper lip, which has come to be your favorite scar of his. You were with him when he got it, after all.

You don’t miss the skip in your heartbeat as you admire the man in front of you, having to crane your neck in the slightest to do so.

You manage to say, “What are you doing here?” Your voice sounds a bit rough and groggy since you just woke up. You’re also pretty sure your hair is a mess too, and of course your t-shirt and shorts are ruffled in that “after nap” look. So basically, you are the spitting image of beauty.

“C’mon now, Dumpling. We both know why I’m here.” He once again makes your heart skip a beat, and you mentally curse him for it. Who is he to come here and make you feel these things? You were once annoyed by the nickname he gave you, but now, you mentally blush whenever he calls you that.

You still remember the day he designated the name for you. It was one of the first times he came to your room. He was fascinated by all of the small trinkets you had, looking around your desk and the shelves on your wall. When he came across your dumpling light, he started laughing. It’s one of the few times you’ve heard him laugh at all.

He turns towards you, a small smile on his lips, “Does that actually provide any light for your room? It’s so tiny.”

You restrain the urge to scowl at your new found friend from work, and say, “Actually, he does light up my room quite well. It’s for the ambiance.” Your tone quirked up at when you said ‘ambiance,’ which had Simon laughing again, but this time at you.

“Here, look.” You walk over and turn off most of your lights, only leaving on the string of lights and a couple other small lights. Low and behold, the dumpling light stood out amongst his companions, illuminating the shelf he was sitting on, casting a warm glow on you and Simon.

He looks so soft in the luminosity, looks so different than the rigid man you see in the field every day. You refrain the urge to trace his scars with the pads of your fingertips, so desperately wanting to trace his lips. You really need to snap out of it.

Simon acquiesced raising his hands up, “Alright, alright. I misspoke.”

You bump your shoulder against his, arms crossed, “Damn right. Never insult my dumpling light again. He’s good at his job.”

Simon turns his head towards you, “This dumpling means a lot to you, huh?”

You know he’s just teasing and you shrug, “I guess. I mean I’ve had him for years, and look how cute he is!” Your nose scrunches up as you smiled at the stupid light, and you didn’t even notice how Simon was looking at you. But if you did notice, you would have seen his smile drop to a warm grin, eyes sparking in the tender light of your room, looking at you with endearment.

When you finally turn back to him, he ruffles your hair and asks, “So, what shall we do on our night off, Dumpling?”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your voice cracks, “’Dumpling’?”

Simon leaned toward you, dipping his head down to yours so his lips were at your ear, “That’s your new nickname.”

“Oh hell no. Nope, not happening.”

“I don’t know, seems pretty fitting.” You were going to kill him.

Simon starts walking to your door, with you trailing behind him, arguing with him about his new moniker for you. Unfortunately for you, the name sticks.

You bring yourself back to the present and quip back, “To bug me?”

Ghost huffs, and decides to just bulldoze into your room without even asking. Rude. Although, he makes sure not to bump shoulders with you. Also, it’s not like he doesn’t do it often, so you let it slide and close the door behind you. You plop down on the bed beside him, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your room on the base isn’t spacious by any means, but it does its job while you’re on call.

You managed to get a full-size bed, which is tucked away in the corner of your room, furthest from the door. Pictures, paintings, and drawings cover the corner, making it into a cozy place for you to hide away in. String lights line your left wall, which gives the room a soft warm glow that shines in Simon’s eyes whenever he’s here. You also have little knickknacks scattered around, each one showing your personality bit by bit, almost like a trail to your soul.

You find solace within the four walls of your room, but you can’t solely give credit to it, you have to save some for the quiet, yet brooding man, sitting beside you. Your best friend.

Your shoulder rests against his sturdy one, and you can feel him breathing. You always seem to gravitate towards him, like planets orbiting a star.

The room is still quiet, and you bring your leg up on the bed and fold it, so you are slightly turned towards Simon. You bring up your other leg so it’s resting over the top of his knee. He’s wearing his favorite black joggers, and there’s a stark contrast between your white socks and his dark pants.

You trace your fingers along his forearm, trailing up and down the length of his arm. Something you don’t even realize you started doing until Simon takes that arm and wraps it around you, pulling you into him.

His voice ruffles your hair as he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shrug, and mumble, “I don’t know.” You bury your face into his chest. Once again trying to avoid confronting your problems, and instead wanting to hide away.

“Speak up, Dumpling.” There’s a teasing undertone in his request, and it almost makes you crack a grin. Almost.

He tries again, “It’s just me, you know. You can tell me anything.” His hand rests comfortably on your shoulder and his thumb starts rubbing small circles on your arm.

You let out another sigh, “I’m just tired. And overworked, and I think I need a break.” Simon waits a beat to make sure you’re done talking before he offers his opinion on the matter.

“You know, that’s completely normal for the kind of job we have, Y/N. It’s alright to want to get away from all the violence and sadness we see every day. That’s just the human in you.”

“I just feel so disconnected from everything right now, and don’t know how to fix it.” You bring your hand up to Simon’s resting on your shoulder, and intertwine your fingers with his.

Both your hands are calloused and rough, but his hands have always felt perfect in yours, his large fingers encapsulating yours easily.

“We don’t have to do anything right now to fix it. We can just be, okay?”

You manage to murmur out an “Okay.”

Simon pulls you down with him, so now you’re both laying comfortably on your bed. He momentarily sits up to tug the blanket that rests at the foot of your bed, over the you both, then wraps himself around you. You can hear his steady heartbeat in his chest, and it pulls you down like gravity, anchoring you to stay in the orbit of his warm embrace. You can feel his lips on your temple, and he places a delicate kiss there before saying, “Tomorrow will be better, I’m sure of it.” You lay like that for the remainder of the night in the company of Simon.

Simon, who never fails to assuage you, make you feel lighter and like your old self again. Make you feel human. He seemed so sure of himself that you will overcome this, so you finally believe him, that yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader (leans very feminine) Character: Mihawk Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?" Gift Giver: @sunshineting

Summary: Mihawk's been busy. In a way, so have you >.>

Content Notes: Vaginal fingering, pet names, outdoor shenanigans, voyeurism if you squint, brat-taming

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You’d been giving this poor man hell for a couple days. Nothing was keeping you satisfied, and he hadn’t the time to attend to you properly. You did your best to be understanding, but also being a brat was a part of your relationship and Mihawk seemed to enjoy it more often than not.

Your intent had been to pout and sulk and whine your way into being good and punished, but after a couple more days dragged on, you eased up on the bad behavior. There was a fine-line between looking to have a hot session with your hot partner – and accidentally becoming one of the things stressing him out and wearing him down.

So you switched gears, welcoming him home sweetly, making sure everything was done just so, and giving him peace in the evening.

“Tomorrow, I will have some time available.” He says after dinner, regarding you without really looking at you. “Perhaps we could enjoy the weather and have lunch at the park.”

You smile, even as you can feel the horns threatening to expose your deviant thoughts. “That sounds pleasant. Will you be mine for the whole day?” You’re not exactly hiding your excitement at the prospect.

“So it seems, dear one.” He answers evenly.

The two of you had an easy night, taking it easy that evening. The next day, however, you were a little hellion, but you swore you could see the smile pulling at his lips from time to time. You got ready for your day nearly naked. Making a picnic basket in little more than an apron, dodging the subtle movements Mihawk would make – normally beckoning you right into his arms.

When it was time to leave you slipped into little more than a sundress and sandals, certain that Mihawk knew there was nothing under the light dress even before you left the house.

The park wasn’t too busy, but it wasn’t completely empty either. The wide open field was home to all manner of people going about their day. Mihawk laid the picnic blanket out by an old maple tree with low branches. The scent of maple wood was sweet and soft, and not overpowering, especially not with the light breeze of the day.

“Come, sit here.” Mihawk says, after you’ve set the basket down. “We’ll eat later, sit with me first.”

You considered saying you were hungry, but you hadn’t gotten much of his time lately, and the lure was too strong. He was dressed in slacks with a loose ruffled shirt that showed off the thick black hair on his chest, accented by the gold cross he normally wore.

You seated yourself between his legs, back to his chest, and let yourself sink into him. The warmth, and his arms draped lazily around you were helping you relax.

“I haven’t been able to properly attend you,” he says softly, voice low in your ear. “Certainly not for the first couple of days.” The low sweet voice takes on an edge as he shifts enough to unzip the back of your dress.

“Miha-.”

“Eyes forward.” He demands, warm hands against your back as they slip under your sun dress. “If you move too much someone will notice.

You do as he says, trying to appear relaxed as deft fingers run over your skin from under the thin dress. His hands are rough from years of fighting, but even the callouses seem to be made of silk when he decides to be tender with you.

His hands slide down to your front, pushing between your thighs, and forcing them apart a little. Not enough to tear the dress, not enough to put you on display for the whole park, but enough to make you gasp.

Hot lips are against your back, kissing near your neck. “I’ve only just begun, are you going to cry out in that sweet, pleasure-filled voice of yours, for all these people to hear?”

“Mi-Mihawk, please, it… it’s too much.” You whimper as one of his hands slowly moves toward your core, the other on your stomach and moving up to your chest.

He pulls you against his chest, teeth nipping at your ear as his sharp eyes mind and track every other person in the park. He’ll leave you feeling exposed, watched, and maybe even judged, but he won’t allow anyone to truly view you. You’re all for him, and him alone.

“Mi amor, did you think being outside would save you?” He muses. “Now, be good, and breathe.” He commands, his fingers sliding easily into your wet folds, teasing your clit and causing you to gasp softly, the heat rising into your chest and face as his other hand slowly teases your nipple.

“If you cause too much of a scene, you won’t get to cum.” He warns, fingers pushing further into you. “And I would love to hear your sweet sounds before we eat.”

“Softly,” he says, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers push inside your pussy, thrusting and purposefully making loud, wet, squelching sounds you’re almost certain the whole park can hear. “Sing softly for me, mi amor.” He demands, voice so soft in your ear you can barely hear him over the sound of your own lewd, dripping, trembling body.

“Please,” you beg, turning toward him just a little. “I’m g-going to-!” Your body tenses, and he kisses sweetly along your shoulder. You’re trying to bite back your usual cries, letting the shuddering gasps and soft whimpers fall from your lips as he drags the orgasm out, caressing you and urging you sink into it.

“Well done.” He praises softly, pulling his hands out from your dress carefully, and zipping you back up smoothly. His dry fingers comb through your hair kindly, as he lets you kiss his drenched fingers, cleaning them as much as you were willing to risk in public.

“I will attend to you properly after lunch.” He promises, kissing you softly before nudging you toward the picnic basket.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #Oh this was fun - thank you Sun for the gift \o/#writing Mihawk is... mmmm... a delight.#dracule mihawk #I even found a good “play list” - by which I mean I listened to the Desperado soundtrack while I wrote this xD

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m0thmellow · 5 months

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The Heat of your Scales | Astarion x M!Tav

Spending the last couple weeks in the sun has Astarion realizing just how cold the mountain air can be at night. He searches for warmth by the campfire and is joined by their dragonborn leader.

And an excuse for me to write more of this sassy vampire, considering I'm planning on writing a full longfic in some alternative universe or something. Also cross-posted on my archive account

Astarion was quite used to the cold, whether it was nature or not, he never shied away from it. After all, Cazador believed any kind of additional warmth was a luxury none of them could afford. So the cold air nipping at his skin, through the weathered blanket that laid over his body shouldn’t actually bother him as much as it did.

Yet, it did. The cold air was seeping into the marrow of his bone, leaving a rather unpleasant ache behind whenever he proceeded to move or wiggle to create more warmth. For a corpse, he shouldn’t feel this uncomfortable. It wasn’t even that cold either, nor was it winter. The day had passed without a cloud and Astarion could even remember the sweat crawling onto his companions faces, as they huffed and puffed, complaining about the sun's harsh rays.

Astarion hadn’t noticed the heat whatsoever, he had relished the fact he could feel it after two whole centuries. Now though, the cold was taking its toll and Astarion was beginning to miss the fire-y ball in the sky. Astarion tossed and turned, trying his hardest to get the small blanket to cover at least half of his shivering body, only to whine in frustration when he realized it wouldn’t work that way.

Defeated, he crawled out of his tent, ruffling his hair back into shape before taking a seat next to the campfire. He shivered again, the breeze nipping through his frilly shirt. It was wearing thin, especially with the amount of washing Astarion had done over the last week. Eventually the cloth would disintegrate into nothing, Astarion knew that. But it was hard to let go of something that had meaning, no matter how morbid the meaning really was.

“Hello,” Startled, the spawn twisted around, ruby eyes darkened as he searched for the voice, only for his eyes to settle on his white dragonborn companion. The dragonborn gave an awkward wave, gestured down to the ground and slowly began to sit down. “Mind if I join you?”

Tav.

It was Tav, like always. The dragonborn hardly seemed to sleep, and when he did it wasn’t for long. Tav preferred to sleep near the campfire anyhow, claiming the confinements of his tent made him worry about their safety, no matter who stood guard. Blame it on his dragonborn senses, at least that’s what Tav eventually told them. Astarion knew no one believed the man, but it also seemed that no one was interested in trying to convince him otherwise.

“Of course.” The spawn smiled, shuffling a little closer to the fire. “It’s a lovely evening af-ter all.” Mentally, the spawn kicked himself for the stutter. He hadn’t meant to, the chill just nipped a little extra hard on his nape, something he didn’t expect with his curls normally covering it. Astarion rubbed his hands together, fingers curling around one another, and squeezed.

Then, the silence returned. The fire crackled weakly in front of them, painting the area around it in a soft orange glow, occasionally expanding when it bit into a fresh piece of wood. Tav was feeding it, throwing small sticks and dead grass into the fire and watching it be engulfed by fresh and large flames. Astarion found himself staring at the man in front of him, white and green-tinted scales reflecting the orange and making him even brighter than he already appeared.

The leaves on his shoulder shook in the small breeze and Astarion shivered at the reminder of the aching cold inside, huffing as he shuffled closer to the growing fire again. Tav caught sight of this, his green eye shifting over to glance at the spawn and raised his eyebrow curiously. He didn’t speak, the silence around them was comfortable and Astarion didn’t feel the need to fill it.

It was always comfortable. From the point he held a knife to the dragonborn’s throat - who absolutely let Astarion drag him to the ground - to the evening where Astarions teeth sank into Tav’s neck, seconds away from killing him. The druid just.. trusted too much, at least that’s what Astarion told himself.

Annoyed, he turned his head back to the wilderness in front of them and reminisced about the events of their day. The creche, the zaith’isk, the slaughter of the entire githyanki force inside that followed after.. The dream visitor and Tav’s curiously but saddened look when he returned from his venture into the prism. Now they settled on top of the mountain, overlooking the monastery - or what was left of it after Tav accidentally took the mace - and the valley below. They managed to watch the sunset, after Karlach was determined to stay up long enough to watch it.

Astarion was grateful for it, in the forest below they never managed to see more but the golden sky above them. With the wide mountain range now though and the perfectly framed split where the sun descended, it was almost sentimental.

The moment was over when a small movement in the corner of his vision caught his attention. Tav was still beside him, still feeding the fire. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first, so Astarion dragged his eyes back to the mountains in front of him, ready to drift off into his thoughts and hopefully warm up from them-

Again

Another small movement caught his attention, this time enough for his eyes to fully turn, keeping their gaze steadily fixed on Tav and their surroundings, waiting as his entire body filled with tension and anxiety. What if it was another monster hunter, another Gur. What if-

Oh.. Oh.

He watched as Tav’s mouth slid open just a bit, his green tinted tongue slithered out, wiggled and quickly slipped back in when those mixed-matched eyes met his own. “Are you okay?”

The question caught him off guard, tilting his head so he could look at the druid with a confused frown, only to realize that Tav was… scenting. He had been scenting the air and had tasted Astarion’s tension after he noticed it the first time.

“Oh yes,” Astarion hummed, leaning over to tilt his head a little further. “I.. I suppose I wasn’t expecting that.” The dragonborn let out a laugh, shaking his head, frills relaxing once more. Tav, however, didn’t seem to buy his answer. The dragonborn shifted, feeding the last small bunch of grass to the fire before bringing one of his larger hands to cup the spawns cheek, who in return flinched at the contact.

“You are cold,” Astarion shivered, unsure whether to relax into the warmth of Tav’s hand or to pull away entirely. Warning bells were going off, the intense gaze he was under made him feel watched in more ways than he would like to admit. On cue, another breeze rustled through the trees, settling over their camp and Astarion took this opportunity to lean further into the hand on his cheek. “Come here.”

The vampire snarled, eyes fluttering open to glare at his dragonborn companion with defiance. Neither of them moved an inch, Tav’s eyes settled on Astarion with a look of fondness and amusement before he curled his fingers into the spawn’s white curls. At the contact, Astarion flinched once more, but allowed the bigger man to gently coax him over.

Following into his hold, Astarion held his tongue on any kind of comments, not wanting the risk of this.. this gift being taken away from him. As he curled up within Tav’s lap, the large dragonborn pulled both of them down to his bedroll, using his free hand to grab one of his many blankets.

A laugh escaped his pale lips, leaning up just enough so he could look the dragonborn in the eye, raising one of his perfect eyebrows to playfully glare at the man. One hand splayed itself over the large surface of Tav’s chest, the scale plates beneath his fingers pulsing with every heartbeat. Tav was so.. scorchingly hot, even with those armored plates hiding most of his actual flesh. Even those radiated a heat Astarion could only dream about.

“If you wanted a cuddle, you could also just ask, darling.” Tav’s eyes widened and his tail thumped against the floor below them. Astarion settled in anyway, moving to curl into the other side, laying his head down on one of the chest plates before trailing small shapes over the other. “You know, I’ve never laid with a dragonborn before.”

Below him, he could feel Tav stiffen, the hand formerly on his waist retreated to the bedroll behind him as a frown made its way to Astarion’s face. Had he done something wrong? Had he said something wrong?

He didn’t believe he had, after all Tav was his conquest for the moment and his other marks often enjoyed hearing that they were his first. It was a fool's errand though, anyone with a bit of knowledge could tell it wouldn’t be Astarion’s first time doing anything like that. This time however, he wasn’t lying. Dragonborn were rare in the city, one of them going missing wasn’t something Cazador could afford.

His master had specifically drilled it into his head - and skin - that Dragonborn and Tieflings were off limits due to rarity within the city. Anytime Astarion as much as looked at a dragonborn, Cazador would interrupt his thoughts and make sure he wouldn’t dream of doing so again. Traveling with Tav was thus the first time in 200 years that he’s seen a dragonborn without repercussions.

It was liberating.

“Don’t get shy now, my dear.” He evidently purred out, nuzzling his face into the dragonborn’s neck, right under those dangerously sharp jaw spikes of his. “You have me right where you want me.”

Tav hissed under his touch, but didn’t fall for the trap. Instead he wriggled his clawed hands into those white curls and tugged the spawn backwards, tilting his head to cover his neck for a moment. “I want you here, sleeping, or trancing, whatever you elves do.” Astarion could hardly believe his ears, but the look in Tav’s eyes said enough. So he nodded, huffed and accepted his defeat before laying back down on the man’s chest.

Tav settled again, arm wrapping around Astarion’s waist to twist him around. The spawn was about to object, feeling the cold nipping at his shirt again, only for his entire back to be engulfed with heat soon after. Realization hit him like a brick. Tav’s smooth scales pressed into the sensitive skin of his back, his arm was coiled around Astarion’s waist with his larger hand splayed over Astarion’s entire front. From the bottom of his collarbone to the top of his navel.

“Is this really all you want?” The spawn spoke softly, fingers moving to trace the small scales on Tav’s hand. Part of him feared the answer that was coming, of course this wasn’t all Tav wanted. It was never that easy and it would never be. Not even for their ‘knight in shining armor’, who despite his heroic deeds, managed all due to sheer luck. Astarion would consider himself a downright fool if he were to genuinely believe that all Tav wanted, was a cuddle.

A thousand thoughts flitted through his broken mind, a million things he still owed the dragonborn, which included his life and his sudden always full appetite. There was no way he would ever fully repay what he owes, but he could start to make a dent into it tonight, or perhaps give the dragonborn one very good night to have multiple debts paid at once.

All to save his own skin from a relatively worse fate than this one. After all Tav seemed like a gentle dragonborn, hopefully that carried into other areas and Astarion wouldn’t have to worry about-

“Yes.”

“Yes? That’s all you have to say?” Tav nodded behind him and Astarion fell silent again. Yes. All he got for his worrying was a singular word. Somehow that made warmth pool in his chest, his long dead heart daring to skip a beat if it could. It felt .. nice, very nice in fact. To know he could just lie here for the evening, engulfed in the dragonic heat of his companion and not have to worry about repaying his debt in the only way he knows how. The silence must’ve pleased the Dragonborn, his frills shuttering in content against the spawn’s curls, sending him into a small fit of uncanny giggles.

Tav flicked his tongue against the other’s ear, coincidentally coaxing a gentle hum from the elf’s lips. “You’re warming up. Good.”

And he definitely was, the warmth was soaking into his skin and down to his chilled bones, waking up feelings and spots he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Astarion twisted and turned in Tav’s hold and nuzzled his face into the smooth surface of Tav’s scales once more. All he could muster was a hum of approval in return, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly slipped into the warmest trance of his entire life.

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“Shhhh!”

“We can’t stay here forever, someone needs to wake them up.”

“I know but look at them.”

Astarion’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of voices right behind him. His vision took a while to register what he was seeing. Still, he was laying with his head snuggled into the dragonborn’s white and green chest, Tav’s arms wrapped tightly and securely around his body, bringing him in even closer. His head was tilted ever so slightly, Tav’s chin was resting on top of his head with little resistance.

"Tck!" We should not indulge in pleasures of the flesh when there’s a battle to be had.” Lae’zel. And from what Astarion could tell, she definitely wasn’t pleased with their position.

“Lae’zel, there’s no reason to wake them up like that either.” Wyll. The knight in shining armor spoke with a soft but rushed tone. The rustling of grass and fallen leaves told Astarion that the warlock is probably physically keeping the githyanki woman from waking them up.

“I’m awake.” Before he was able to announce his presence, the dragonborn above him spoke up, his voice hoarse and raspy with sleep as one of his hands released Astarion to rub along his face. “You woke me up with your quarrel.”

The dragonborn moved very carefully, leaning up to look at what was going on, yet he made sure not to disturb Astarion’s ‘rest’ any further. The githyanki opened her mouth and Astarion waited for any noise or complaint to come out, though nothing ever did. He could only assume their dear leader had given her a look. “Tsk’va. Fine, we’ll leave you two lovers to it.”

A hushed ‘thank you’, followed by a heavy sigh and footsteps stepping away was the tell that everyone had left. Soon, the dragonborn’s hand returned to the spawn’s hair, carefully caressing the skin below.

Underneath Astarion’s hands he could feel the other’s chest starting to rumble, a purr-like sound slipping from Tav’s lips as they laid there. Astarion wondered for how long he could pretend, pretend to be asleep and just lay there with the dragonborn. Unbothered by their companions or their current affliction, unbothered by his own troubles and past that seemed so far away, yet so so close. He wondered just how long Tav would indulge this disgustingly sweet fantasy of his.

“I know you’re awake Astarion,” Not long it seemed, not long at all. “I would enjoy lying here with you for an entire tenday, however…” The dragonborn trailed off until silence covered them again. The spawn didn’t move, not when Tav’s fingers left his hair, not when they left his back and definitely not when Tav’s fingers found his chin. Astarion groaned, but let the dragonborn tilt his head up after a while.

Ruby eyes met those gorgeous mix-matched green and yellow, the dragonborn tilting his head with an amused smile spreading on his scaly face. “Don’t look at me like that,” Astarion huffed, sitting up fully and instantly glancing around to get his bearings. Right, the middle of camp. lovely. “Don’t speak a word to anyone about this.”

Tav snickered, chest heaving underneath Astarion’s lingering palms before they fully left the smooth scales alone. “I don’t think I have to.” Without another word, the dragonborn druid gestured behind his back, the spawn turning very slowly to see exactly what he feared. “Shit.”

#tav x astarion #bg3 oc #druid tav #male tav #astarion one shot #astarion #astarion my beloved #baldur's gate 3 #late act 1 #No beta we die like Gandrel #Cross-posted on ao3

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softquietsteadylove · 9 months

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For the Mermaid au: could you do one where they are cuddling and kissing and being soft. pretty please

Thena's eyes fluttered, feeling lips on her skin. And that could only mean one thing; she smiled, her fangs poking her bottom lip as Gil peppered kisses around her cheeks. She purred gently, feeling like she had gone into a hibernation she was so sated.

Gil's kisses moved from her cheeks to her jaw to down to her neck.

Her eyes split open as his tongue traced over her gills.

"Thena!" he laughed as she flailed, trying to sit up in the bed only to realise her tail wasn't split, instead hanging off the end of the bed with her fins completely out. "Hey, it's okay!"

Thena leaned on her elbows, still feeling caught off-guard and maybe a little embarrassed for falling asleep and apparently letting go of herself completely. She blushed as Gil gave her a particularly amused smile beside her, "morning."

Gil leaned down, kissing her lips more properly this time. He pulled her into his lap, helping her situate her tail under the ruffled blankets. "Morning."

Thena clung to the bed sheet, her tail wiggling just at the tip. "I, um, we-"

Gil kissed her again, which she had no complaints about, surely. He was more affectionate than usual this morning. "Do you feel okay?"

After they had finally completed the act of mating, he meant. Thena nodded, the warmth in her cheeks not dimming any. She did feel a little embarrassed - mostly about the tail thing - but mostly it seemed her body insisted on running at a higher temperature in its elation.

"Good," Gil remarked lightly, looking her over for signs of a truer answer she might not have the words for at the moment. His finger tapped against her shoulder before tracing down her back to the small dorsal spines at the base of her back around her scales.

Thena shivered slightly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"Why would it hurt?" she was asking genuinely. Were human females not meant to mate under certain circumstances?

Gil kissed her cheek, still running his hands over her lightly. "Sometimes it can hurt a little the first time you do something new and...strenuous. But I guess you wouldn't have to worry about that as much."

Thena nodded again, still trying to wrap her head around it all. She looked down at her tail, still sticking out of the blanket and practically laughing at her lack of energy.

"Thena?"

She tucked her head under his chin, although with him looking down at her the space was tight. She wiggled for him to let her in. She lifted her tail, taking up most of the bed and rustling his bed sheets, "sorry."

"About what?" he laughed faintly, telling her that he knew what she was apologising for--the question was rhetorical. "I don't mind."

Thena made an unhappier sound in the back of her throat. After mastering the art of splitting her tail at a moment's notice, she hadn't anticipated losing control of it like this.

Gil moved one of his hands and ran it down the cool of her scales, pale and shimmering as a pearl. "It's a beautiful tail."

Thena's face burned hotter than she had experienced before.

"Have I never told you that?" he was asking genuinely, clueless to how weighty a statement saying something like that was.

Thena squirmed as he kissed the tip of her ear, which also felt flushed with heat. "I--y-you-!"

He held her shoulders, settling his chin on the top of her head again, "are you hungry?"

She was famished. She felt like she had swam the globe last night.

Gil took her silence as a yes, kissing her cheek again, although she did not want him to know how flushed she was for some reason. He leaned away from her slowly, helping her lean on his bunched up pillows without the support of her knees or a butt to sit on. "Here."

Thena clung to his pillow as he laid the t-shirt of his she had been wearing last night over her 'lap'. She eyed it, and then watched as he sought clothes of his own. Eventually she had to avert her eyes from the sight of him...swinging.

It felt very different to see that part of him after having come to know what it was capable of.

Gil came back over to her, kissing her hair, "take your time, Angelfish. Just come downstairs when you're ready, okay?"

She nodded, promising that she would indeed emerge from his room. He left, whistling as he went downstairs to the kitchen. It seemed he was in as elated a mood as she.

She pressed her smile to his pillow, absorbing the scent of him.

Her tail moved faintly in response to the pleasant stimulus.

Thena huffed at herself. She laid against Gil's side of the bed, focusing her energy on her blood flow. Slowly but surely, her scales pulled back and she split her tail into two separate bone structures. It had never taken effort like this before. She truly was depleted of energy.

She had to wonder if this was normal after the act of mating. Makkari and Sersi had both been so reluctant to tell her about it, in completely different ways for completely different reasons. She did manage to slip out of bed and pull his shirt on again. Her knees felt a little loose.

She managed to get down the stairs without incident. She poked her head into the kitchen, where Gil was stirring a pot with bonito and kombu in it (two of her favourites). He wasn't wearing a shirt, just those soft pants that were even softer on the inside.

He looked handsome.

Thena came into the kitchen with her hands clasped behind her. Perhaps she could understand why mating was such an affair in a person's life, whether human or mer. She felt...different.

Gil reached out for her, pulling into another kiss. Perhaps he too felt different. "Hey."

"Hey," she greeted back needlessly, giggling a little between their kisses and their closeness.

He pressed his lips to her temple and then hovered there, "last night was great."

She felt that was an understatement, but agreed. She put her hand to his chest, determined to ask, "are there post-mating rituals I should know of?--for humans?"

"Hm," he smiled, seeming determined to look at her and not the food he was cooking, "this kind of is one."

Thena tilted her head one way and then the other, "you cook breakfast everyday."

"Yeah but," he chuckled, pulling her against his chest again. Apparently mating turned him even more cuddly than usual (agreeable). "Breakfast after...mating--w-well, it can be different."

"Hm," Thena agreed quietly. She went to retrieve their little miso soup bowls, Gil's hand trailing against hers. He was truly loath to part with her, and she understood the feeling.

"Do you feel..." he looked at her, some of his usual anxiety surfacing under his giddiness, "different?"

Thena beamed, showing off her fangs. So sweet, her human man. She went back over to him, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. "Wonderfully so."

#Thenamesh Mermaid AU #it's kissy-mushy-lovey-dovey hours #population Gil and his mermaid girlfriend #listen #they are as susceptible to the post-coital high as anyone #poor Thena wakes up like goddammit!#like she's sneezed and her legs are a tail again #it's more inconvenient than anything #and she's so used to having her legs on that her tail feels a little cumbersome #just flopping around in Gil's bed #it's different when she has it on in the bathtub!#Gil is on cloud nine #he's a little worried about Thena #he'll keep an eye on her maybe gently suggest she ask Sersi any questions she has #he doesn't know if mers have an underwater version of gynecology

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minhavn · 2 years

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hey u wanted some taboo/dark reqs so how about door-to-door lingerie sales clerk soobin who's a sweetheart of the mommies in the neighborhood but one day oc's (in the same age range as soobin and maybe a little slutty) mom isn't home and so soobin convinces oc to try on some sets.... ?

warning : perv!soobs, some noncon grope

Choi Soobin—a kind sweetheart who sold lingeries to most women in your neighborhood, capturing their hearts with his smooth talk and charming dimples to turn them into his new regulars, including your mom.

It's been months and he always came twice a week to your house, selling an overpriced pair of lingerie set to your mom; who bought them without making a fuss about the price. "Thank you so much for buying them. I hope the other regulars won't get angry at me for this, though," he chuckled lightly, taking a cheque with large sum of money from your mother's hand after she bought his entire collection for this week, leaving your house after sending a glance at your figure behind the kitchen.

Few days later and he stood up in front of your place, preparing himself to greet your mom once the door was opened—only to find your smaller figure, covered in nothing but an oversized shirt and tightly secured apron around your waist. "Ah! Sorry, she's currently having a holiday overseas with dad." you squeaked, pushing the door to let him in before closing it behind.

"Anything you want to drink? Coffee, tea or maybe, water?" You went back to the kitchen to take your apron off before washing down your hands and giving him a glass of sweet iced barley tea. Soobin gave you a small smile, seating himself on the couch before taking the tea from you with a small 'thank you' and drinking it down, telling you that it was nice of you to make him some drink when he came to here without any notice.

You shook your head, "my mom already told me you'll come here." Gesturing to the new collection he brought to here, you told him that you'd buy everything before standing up to take a blank of cheque—wrist caught by Soobin when you were going to stand up. "Want to try them on? You're my favourite regular's daughter—I want to give you a free set for buying them, but I'll need to measure you first," he took our a measuring tape, successfully earning your trust before asking you to take off your shirt.

Looking at him with widened eyes, you gave him a nod before tossing it to the couch—covering your breasts with your arms for the lack of bra. "I need you to not cover them for me." He took your arms off your chest, watching them spilling out before helping you to stand up straight and wrapping the tape around your breasts; hands groped them once in a while with 'it keeps slipping' to excuse his behaviour.

After writing down the numbers on his small notebook, he flashed you a small smile and handed out a pair of lingerie; offering to help you putting them on. "Yeah, it'll be here." His hot breath hit the backside of your neck, hand trailing down to your lower back and fixing the waistband, taking few steps away to get a good look of you wearing them.

The first one was a lacy white set with tulle ruffles around the cups and waistband; looking angelic as it hugged your curves snuggly and fitting you like a glove. The material felt cool against your skin and it was also light; although, you thought it looked a bit childish for you. "Is that so? Can't be helped then," he grinned before watching you stripping them off your body, drinking down the sight of your bare thighs and legs.

The next one was a red set with leather harness to complement them, something that wasn't you usually see but interesting enough to try. Because of the harness, you could see that your breasts looked more prominent than before, thinking this might be for showing off or a model to wear. "Careful," he warned when he saw you having a hard time to take the harness off before giving you the last pair to try on.

It was nothing like the first two because when they covered most of your torso and thighs—this one was something you would probably find in porn site. It was a black lace bralette set with slits that expose your nipples and cunny.

"Do you like this one?" Soobin asked, resting his hands on your hips before pressing his chest into your back, "cause, I do."

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #soobin x reader

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gonzague-if · 1 year

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👙 for the main cast and, if possible, what their fashion preferences in a modern setting would be like?

Hi! Thanks for asking! <3

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

For Peyrolles, I already answered here, but since it's not too spicy, I'll copy-paste that one as well:

Ok, so as of the timeline of the story, Peyrolles chooses to present in a masculine way, both for practicality and status. But with the underwear... That's where they can have a little bit of fun and express a little more of their feminine side.

They do wear a man's shirt and stockings to accommodate the masculine attire they usually wear, but they also wear stays under their waistcoat. They like them to be extra pretty, usually with a floral pattern on them. They like the look of them and the silhouette it gives them.

Aurore wears all the usual layers of feminine undergarments from the time period: linen shifts, petticoats, and stays. They are very simple with little to no decoration as she prefers her undergarment to be practical before anything else (and doesn't really understand the purpose of making something no one will see pretty).

Nevers is very much of the same mindset, not that men's undergarments are particularly ornate to begin with. He wears a fairly simple linen shirt (that he rarely bothers to tie all the way up, as you may have noticed) and stockings and always goes without drawers (which is pretty normal for the time period, as I understand it, the shirt being long enough and cut as to fill that role).

Chartres wears the finest linen shirts and likes them quite ornate, with a lot of ruffles and billowing sleeves. While not really necessary, he likes to add silk ribbons as garters for his stockings, under his breeches. He'll only wear linen drawers when it's really cold. I wouldn't say his underwear are impractical by any mean, but he takes a lot of care into making them look just right. His will be seen after all.

And I'll put the bonus question under a cut so it doesn't get too long lol.

What would their fashion preferences be in a modern setting?

Peyrolles: Goth, undoubtedly, with lots of buckles and leather straps.

Aurore: She would have a sharp, both modern and classic wardrobe, very minimalistic and monochromatic, I think.

Nevers: Would have a colorful, relaxed dandy style, with neat but disheveled three-piece suits.

Chartres: I feel like he would follow fashion trends quite closely so it'd probably change regularly. But generally, I think he would go for loud and revealing outfits, layered translucent and mesh fabrics, cropped cuts... But a lot of thought and artistry would go into his style too.

#asks #ask game #spicy ask game #fashion #modern setting

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crimnalseung · 2 months

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i need a big boy | p. jy

pairing. bf!jay x fem!reader

sypnosis. having a boyfriend meant that he’d like to do a lot of boyish things, especially going to the gym to workout. jay comes home in a sleeveless tank, what happens to you then?

genre. smut (mdni!!) & some fluff

wc. 2.0+k

warnings. smut with plot (not really), softdom!jay & sub!reader, making out, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (naur!), squirting, creampie, cursing, fingering, praising, dirty talk , sweet talk, the love between you and jay is very soft

authors note. jay drabble! also got inspired by that one song from sza’s snl episode & from the bunch of enha edits w that sound (the color contrast between this post and my other one😭)

you were currently sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv, waiting for jay to come back home from the gym. sometimes you feel guilty that you should also go to the gym too since jay puts so much effort into it compared to you. jay has made such great progress within his workouts. of course you’d never miss the chance to see that change with muscles. seeing his grind with the gym always makes you smile since he enjoys it that much.

the sounds of the fronts doors keyhole could be heard. it must meant that he’s finally back. jay came in the door, still facing your back. once you heard footsteps, you immediately rose up from your seat and walked towards him.

“you’re home!” without looking his outfit well enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you tippy toed.

“i was only gone for an hour and a half, y/n. missed me that much?” he chuckled into your ear. you pulled away from him and gazed down at his chest. the way his bare arms showed his prominent muscles made your face freeze up. jay slowly smiled once realizing what you were looking at.

you snapped out of it before talking again. “what can i say? i missed my boyfriend even if it was a short amount of time.”

jay dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed your arm into an embrace. “mm, you’re right. i missed you too.” he smelled like sweat, but you didn’t mind at all since jay was in your arms. he continued hugging you, swaying side to side before he parted his head from you.

“i’ll go shower hm? i stink.” jays laughter filled your ears before letting him leave your eyes to go to the bathroom.

plopping yourself back on the couch, all you thought about was the way jays muscles glistened. the sleeveless shirt he wore made you weak in the knees. how could anyone ignore those biceps? you thought about all the ways you would hold his arms, to have them wrap around your waist, or to have his hands on yours. you’ve never been too selfish with your relationship with jay, so you didn’t want to tell him to kiss you or anything like that straight up.

jays a wonderful man with so much respect. you remembered when the two of you had sex for the first time that he was so gentle and asked for your consent multiple times. who would know the expression on jays face if you were to tell him to have sex with you right now.

you got up and headed to your guys bedroom only to find jay wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. your mouth dropped seeing his well toned abs and just his whole upper region.

my big boy.

jay smiled as he ruffled his wet hair with his hand. he probably wasn’t even wearing under the towel placed on his hips. “something wrong?” he asked you, obviously noticing your stare at him.

you shook you head at him. “nothings wrong, it’s just..” you trailed off with your words and your eyes moved from his abs to his eyes. “your body muscles are so nice. i love a big boy.” you softly smiled, rubbing your hand on his arm.

“big boy?” his eyebrow raised with a painted smirk onto his face.

“mhm, look at how big your arms got.” you smiled, squeezing his arms and making him flex them. jay looked so good you could actually drool. but then you remembered, the only thing he had on was a towel. he gazed down at you sincerely, eyes wondering all over your facial features.

you tilted your head up at him, looking in his eyes, switching from his right to left one. “jay..” he hummed as a response.

“kiss me, please.”

he smashed his lips onto yours, having the erratic feeling of desire. he received the message your eyes were trying to tell him. jays hands were placed on your jawline, tilting his head. as you intertwined your tongue with his, jays hands moved from your face, sliding down your curves, and to groping your ass.

jay lifted you up, carrying you as you leaned down to continue kissing him. you were surprised at how well the towel around his waist stayed on. he lead you to your bed and placed a hand behind your head as he laid you down. while he had his lips glued to yours, you took the time to unbutton your pajama top. he opened his eyes and helped you throw your shirt somewhere across the room.

you tangled your hands into his still damp hair. the both of you let out small groans from all the tension. he started his down to your neck and chest, placing wet kisses. “so pretty for me.” he said quietly, with his hands reaching for your breasts and massaging them.

“can i take these off?” jay asked, staring at your bottoms. you nodded at him as he quickly placed his hands on the hem of your pants and took them off slowly. that’s what you liked about having sex with him, he didn’t force you to use your words.

he placed kisses all around your thighs. you were soaked and he obviously noticed that from the wet patch on your underwear. he started kissing your clothed cunt, receiving a sharp moan from you. jay dragged your underwear off and groaned from the sight of of your pussy. god, he looked so hot. he smashed his lips onto your cunt, licking all parts inside. “oh!” you held onto his hair and arched your back.

the lewd noises his mouth and your pussy made were enough for your eyes to close. he’d eye you to make sure you’re okay. your legs were so close to clamping down on his head but he held you legs strongly with his arms. that was another benefit from going to the gym.

“taste so good, y/n.” you heard his words muffled from clenching so hard. he sticked his tongue in your hole making you gasp for air. “ah jay! nghh!”

he removed his mouth from your cunt seeing you struggle so much. that didn’t mean he would stop though. jay added a finger inside your wet hole. he was flicking his finger back and forth as you gripped onto the bedsheets. “god, you are so wet.”

“you did this jay. you j- just looked so hot, ugh f- fuck!” he was doing double the work with two fingers inside you now and his other hand rubbing your clit.

“y- you feel so good.” he smirked, hearing your barely audible comment. “i know, baby. clenching so much on my fingers.” he kissed your thigh areas.

“you’re making me so hard right now with how hot you look y/n.” and yet the towel around his waist still wasn’t off. a huge bulge on the cloth was so visible. you bit your lips and tried keeping yourself composed but being eaten out by him has never felt this way before. “m- more please.” his fingers parted away from your cunt and his mouth took over again.

you were angling your hips to his mouth. your legs were not moving anywhere as he had locked them into the hold of his muslces.

“aghh.. so close, jay.” you couldn’t even look at him because of how much pleasure you were receiving. his thumb on your clit started moving faster along with his tongue.

“cum on my tongue y/n.” the recognizable sensation is what you felt down there. you were so close to releasing everything. “ngh! s- shit! i’m gonna-”

“ahh! o- oh god!” you squirted without realizing it. it was until you opened your eyes and saw jays lower area of his face dripping. of course you panicked, you’ve never did that before with him and felt embarrassed, thinking he would be disgusted.

“oh my god, jay i’m so sorr-” he shut your lips by placing his on yours, not wasting any second to explore your mouth.

“that was the hottest thing you could’ve ever done. don’t apologize, hm?” he smiled at you, reassuring the situation. jay moaned deeply as he grinded towards your hips. you tasted yourself from jays wet lips. staring at his towel, his cock definitely wanted to be released. his growing bulge became more evident as he the friction between his hips and you rose up.

“can i suck you off, please?” jays lips turned up hearing your innocent beg.

he sighed at his bulge being so close to your hips. “baby, as much as i want you to, i’m afraid i’m gonna cum just by looking at you.” heat rose to your cheeks, you would have never thought to hear such a thing from him. jay was in crave of sex too.

he finally removed the white towel from his waist, revealing his thick girth standing high and proud. you gulped at the sight of precum leaking from the tip and how red raging it looked. jay tried reaching over to the nightstand to get a condom, but you stopped his actions. “do it raw, please.” with your quiet yet pleading voice, he clenched his jaw.

“fuck, okay.” he took ahold of his cock and swiped it back and forth on your folds. you both hummed and clenched around nothing. your folds were so wet from your arousal and gave him easy access to your hole.

jay took captive of your lips as he pushed everything in all at once. “aghh!” your mouth opened and prevented him from actually kissing you so he placed wet kisses down on your neck. you felt his length twitch inside even after just being inserted in. “shit, h- how are you still so tight?”

“jay-ah, faster please.” your legs wrapped around his hips, pushing them towards you. you rubbed your hands all over his arms feeling his muslces.

“yeah?” like an animal, he started pounding you faster and faster. he was a moaning mess. “ngh y/n, feels so fucking good.” the wet sounds and sounds of both your hips slamming together were echoing in the room. he gripped onto the headboard with one hand and had the other pinning your hand down onto the bed.

“so good, love your dick so much! nghh!” you vocalized your saying, feeling every inch of his dick hit your cervix. eyes were rolled back, mouth couldn’t help but stay open, and you were so close to your edge.

his breathing was heavy as it filled your ears. everytime you opened your eyes, you’d see his necklace dangling in front of your face. that only turned you in more. “b- baby, i’m close.” you told him, immediately running out of air. fuck the condom, going in raw was so much better. “me too, y/n.”

jays thrusting began to decrease and started slowly hitting all the right spots. “ah fuck.”

“c’mon baby, come with me.” his dick twitched like crazy and you arched your back so much. “nghh! f- fuck!” your eyes were shut as you released your orgasm. he panted heavily, spilling all his cum into you.

jay gently removed his cock from your cunt, seeing so much white liquid on it. you pulled him down to kiss him more and he grabbed you into his arms on the bed. your legs felt sore but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your legs on his body. you both giggled at each other once seeing your faces so close. “i love my big boy.” you moved some strands of his hair.

“that was so good.” jay spoke, tucking your head into his chest. your hand was placed on his peck as you hummed.

“sorry.. now you need to shower again.” you peeked up to find him smiling. “that’s okay, at least we can shower together now.” you sat up seeing all your clothing on the floor. jay gradually got up and walked towards the bathroom.

“come on, won’t you let me scrub you?” he said, right at the bathroom door. you laughed, jumping up to grab his hand and lead both of you to the shower.

“no funny business! okay?”

let’s just say.. jay decided he wasn’t finished with you.

#enhypen smut #jay smut #enha smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #jay x reader

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windblooms · 3 years

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genshin headcanons – lending you their clothes

genshin boys × gender-neutral reader. headcanons of albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, and zhongli lending their clothes and accessories to their s/o.

- ̗̀ albedo ̖́-

although he's heard from the wind that sharing clothes is seen as a affectionate gesture, albedo isn't one to offer his jacket with flirtatious intent at the forefront of his mind.

the only circumstances that he suggests loaning his clothes is when you're cold, or otherwise when you ask out of the blue. after all, why would you want extra layers in a warm climate such as mondstadt?

he doesn't exactly comprehend how his lab coat would benefit you when your cheeks are already warm and your skin is feverish from the heat outside – but nonetheless, he entertains your requests, and sends you off with an understanding, patient smile.

"keep it for as long as you'd like. if it gets too hot outside, though, please take it off. if you're insistent on outerwear, i'm sure sucrose could lend you a thinner coat."

he's so sensible that it's comedic.

on expeditions to dragonspine is when albedo becomes the initiator. the chillier climate naturally entails more layers, and therefore he's the one to check up on your well-being every so often.

he'll shed his coat for you without you needing to ask, if he notices you shivering or if your speech turns shaky. albedo will definitely become stubborn if you resist his offers, tilting his head just slightly the more you impose that you're fine, you're not trembling at all, that the cold surely isn't getting to you.

"take these." with fluid, deft motions, albedo will slip his gloves off and reach for your wrists, cradling them in his palm as he eases the cloth over your fingers. he ruffles your hair and straightens your collar, unbothered by the timid glances you give him in return. "when we get back to camp, i'll make some stew for you."

- ̗̀ childe ̖́-

count on receiving his shirts, jackets, chains, and scarves in the mail at arbitrary intervals.

"i wore this one when walking through the wharf in fontaine. it might still smell like sea salt – think of me next time you visit the ocean, yeah?" his letter winks, and somehow, you swear you can hear his fox-like chuckling, even though you're in liyue harbor and he's surely all the way across teyvat.

some of the garments he gives you aren't in complete pieces. as in, there are a few rips and tears and gashes that extend from one end to the other, usually on his shirts and coats. each clothing piece comes with a prideful, self-satisfied description from childe.

"the one with the crooked tear is from a lawachurl!" your boyfriend's handwriting becomes hurried, excited, as he details the battle. "it was a tough one to bring down at first, but the back of the knees is where the lawachurl is weak. after we got around its blind-spots, we cleaned it up without much more trouble."

you wear them wherever you can. the fatui deployed in the northland bank and around liyue know who you are just by the accessories you adorn – because they're tartaglia's accessories.

his scarf drapes around your neck, snuggling against the column of your throat; the slate coat that's so distinct to your boyfriend contrasts smoothly with his scarlet shirt and your skin. on some occasions, ekaterina has even offered to help decorate your hair with the excess chains that childe has sent your way.

"he'd like that, no?" she gives you a knowing, devious look, fastening the ends at the nape of your neck. "all glitzed up for lord tartaglia. such a fortunate harbinger."

and like it, he does. when he arrives back in the harbor, childe wastes no time catching up with you – of course, gushing about his adventures and the souvenirs he's brought back, but also . . .

"you weren't too lonely while i was away, right? aha, this jacket smells like you." he picks up one of the pieces he sent a week or two back, lifting it too his face and inhaling. when he pulls away, his cheeks are slightly flushed, and the bright smile on his visage is near infectious. "mind if i take this one with me?"

- ̗̀ diluc ̖́-

you're not sure how in the abyss he can live with that heavy coat on his shoulders, but diluc surprises you every day by proving that it isn't a bother in the mondstatian climate at all.

he'll hum at you when you throw him questioning glances – unfazed by your persistence, but not dismissive. he quirks a brow at you, the lilt in his voice turning playful when he talks. "do you want it? it looks like you want something from me."

he takes well to lending you the shirts he has folded in his closet. he'll suggest it when the two of you are back at the winery for the night, worn out from the day and ready to snuggle in the comfort of the furnace, or if you're about to go on extended trips and need something to remember him by.

in other circumstances, diluc is privy to your well-being – such as if it's particularly windy that day, or if there's a sprinkle of snow that encroaches onto the edge of the winery from dragonspine. he's pragmatic about his offers when the two of you are in public, keen to the possibility of gooseflesh on your skin in the fall and winter months.

diluc will become (surprisingly) insistent on you sleeping in his attire. he does have a soft side, although it isn't apparent on his deadpan exterior; whether you curl next to him in his long-sleeved, winery garments, or in his thinner shirts meant for the spring and summer and everything warmer, it almost . . . eases him, seeing you wearing things that belong to him.

it's cute, in other words. diluc might admit it aloud just to tease you, but only if you're both alone.

"it's a bit loose on you," he comments blithely, yet the flame in his eyes is tender and gentle and all things homey. "don't have the maids catch you in this, or else they'll probably ridicule me for endangering you. there's no way you could trip on the hem, but," he tugs at one of the sleeves, and your shoulder peaks out. the edges of his lips curl, and he ruffles your hair. "you're always full of surprises, so i wouldn't rule it out completely."

- ̗̀ kaeya ̖́-

"fresh from the wash. it's all yours . . . if you ask nicely." kaeya glides his fingers through your hair, over your scalp, until his palm envelops the back of your neck. he gives your skin a ticklish squeeze, winking at you. "'pretty please, with a valberry on top, kaeya?'"

the bargain is so difficult that it's unfair, but you know that you'll cave, and kaeya knows it, too.

"pretty please, with a valberry on top."

and his coat is yours.

kaeya is shameless: being in public (and even better, in the midst of a packed crowd!) won't deter him from sliding off his jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. he'll pat the fabric down on your frame, affectionate, unbothered by the commotion and side-eyes the two of you receive in return.

in the knight's headquarters? he'll pick out one of his low-cut shirts, and put it on your side of the bed for you to wake up to in the morning. an offer, a request, his own pretty-please. the contented simper on his face when you walk through the favonious halls in his shirt . . .

what can he say, his fashion is distinguished. of course his fellow knights will understand who you've been with recently, if you mill around the halls in that.

"y'know," kaeya pulls you to the side one afternoon, fingertips tracing along the bones on the back of your hand, "these are pretty today. don't get me wrong, they always are – ," he dodges a confused glance from you, "but they're also bare."

popping a gloved thumb between his lips, kaeya eases the decorated fabric off of himself, locking his eyes on your wide irises during his entire provocative display. he slides each segment of cloth over your fingers. soon, there's a star that adorns the back of your hand, too.

"we can match this way." kaeya tilts his head, gauging your reaction. his fingers trace the outline of his glove on your skin. "don't be shy about showing off, m'kay?"

- ̗̀ kazuha ̖́-

giving you anything of his is bound to be an intimate act for him. flitting from place to place, without a lasting home, hasn't worn well on his kind-hearted soul. gifting you anything, whether it be an omamori, another trinket, or otherwise, is an act of caring that kazuha wishes means just as much to you as it does to him.

most of his attire is armor. internally, kazuha hopes that you won't have to wear something that shields your heart, that you can stay away from the battlefield. but you're curious, and he thinks that if you just want to try it out for a while, it won't be too awkward on your frame.

he takes his time to make sure it's secured as properly as can be. the guard over your arm sags just slightly, but the crest that sits just below your collarbone is . . . fitting, for some reason. kazuha suppresses a frown and the alien, sinking sensation in his chest – but you're entertained, and look as radiant as always.

"it's not too heavy, right? let me know if i can adjust anything for you."

one night, his face flushes at a thought, and he thinks inwardly for a solid ten minutes. while introspection isn't uncommon for kazuha, it's . . . he really considers if his offer will be seen as inappropriate, even if the two of you are romantically involved, so he inquires as respectfully as he can.

"i have a spare nemaki in the drawer. is it presumptuous of me to ask if you'd like it for the night . . . ?"

the fabric smells like chinju forest, slightly floral with a very faint hint of incense, and eases over your figure more fittingly than his armor. kazuha won't be able to help the color that rushes to his face once you're settled in the garment: you appear comfortable, at home, and without a need to worry yourself about anything.

"is it cozy?" with slow fingers, kazuha adjusts the fabric so that it sits properly on your form, before sighing in relief at your acceptance. "if you like these, i'll ask around and see if we can get you your own. mm? you want mine? ah . . . sure! i'm just surprised, but you can have all of mine, if you'd like."

- ̗̀ thoma ̖́-

"they're not sharp! go on and touch them."

thoma leans his head down until you can comfortably skim your fingertips along his headband. the horns aren't as cutting as they appear, and he's pleased to see your reaction; thrilled, with curiosity satisfied.

"do you wanna try it?" he starts for the back of the band, already prepared to undo it for you. "it'll look cute, i'm sure."

these "antics", of sorts, are saved for the quieter moments in inazuma. in the safe haven of komore teahouse, where there aren't many other eyes or ears peaking, the two of you can indulge in a domestic life that's been robbed for the past two years. flirting with each other like this in public will, of course, cause unwanted attention and commotion.

so thoma reserves the fussing for indoors. your laughter, especially, is more genuine without the intrusion of others.

he inquires if the band fits right, and hurries to get you a mirror so you can see how it looks on your crown. thoma won't be able to suppress the cheeky laughter that bubbles up his chest – horns look so cute on you!

"ah, this?" he points to his jacket. it isn't actually anything that serves a practical purpose, but is thin enough to fit the climate of narukami. thoma shrugs it off of his shoulders and hands it to you, observing as you fumble to fit the sleeves. after moments of amused observation, he helps you fasten the guard and badges that curl along the arms.

"you should be able to wear it to sleep, if you want," thoma reasons aloud, speaking more to himself than to you despite your addressal. with careful fingers, he smoothes down your hair around the headband, then pokes your nose, teasing. "i'm sure there's a niche place around here that sews outfits for couples. and they even stock accessories! we can go check them out tomorrow, yeah?"

he taps his chin, contemplative. "what do you say to matching necklaces?"

- ̗̀ venti ̖́-

it's particularly windy on some days – no thanks to the archon of winds himself. even with the tiniest pinches of mischief in his pockets, venti will summon gusts to furl through your hair and ruffle your attire, grinning from ear to ear in the meanwhile.

a harmless tune, he'll insist, even at the expense of the pout that'll mar your visage. but he relents eventually, satisfying his mild weather-making hobby and your discomfort by settling his beret on your head. you're surprised at the gesture, and the winds around you seem just slightly more comforting than before.

"why can't you just," you motion vaguely with your hands, and venti rests his chin in his palm. "move them around us . . . ?"

"ah," he theatrically mulls over your suggestion, aquamarine eyes twinkling with sentiment that you can't quite place. he eventually shrugs, and strums his lyre absentmindedly with his free hand. the gusts pick back up, ghosting along your arms this time. "i could, but then i wouldn't have a good reason to do this."

breezes bite at your skin, and you shake your head, uncertain of the meaning to his reasonings . . . but the gales only swim around your arms. venti's beret is right on your head, safe from the wind, and venti beams at the puzzled look you give him.

"you look cold! why don't you take this~"

with all casualty that uniquely belongs to him, venti unbuttons the clasp of his cape, and slips it from his figure. before you can protest, he has it fastened around your neck, bow prim and straight as the thick fabric envelops your body. instantly, the gales that aggravated you so much before are now a faint worry, and you're shielded from the drafts that comb across windrises's fields.

"you look much better now!" venti, oh, venti. he's so pleased with himself at his scheme, and it prompts you to ignore the nuisances of his ministrations. setting down his lyre, the bard leans his head until he rests himself comfortably in the crook of your neck, other arm wrapped around your back.

"ah, now i'm cold. do you think there's room in that cape for me t– "

- ̗̀ xiao ̖́-

the concept of sharing his clothes with you –ornaments he's worn into battle, even if eons ago– seems off, in his opinion. your interest in them is unexpected, to say the least, and it's only in calm nights when you venture to inquire about them.

to his credit, xiao attempts to indulge you.

his hands are . . . hesitant, to say the least. they flutter against your skin after he removes his amulet from his throat, and clasps it shut at the nape of your neck. the jewels and dagger are pointed against your skin, and inwardly, the adeptus cringes at the thought of someone else seeing you in it.

"there's not much meaning behind it. mortals might find it pretty, however . . . nevermind."

he truly doesn't understand your fascination, or your curiosity, with it. why would you even want to look at something tainted with war and loss, and much less wear it?

xiao removes it from you as soon as you're done . . . admiring? it. he strives to subdue the bubbling unease that festers in his chest. your sweet being doesn't need to be weighed down with his karma.

but you're a bold thing, aren't you? tugging at his sleeves and asking about his mask. visibly, xiao wrinkles his nose at your request. arguably, it's symbolically much worse than his amulets, and he has half the mind to chide you for your forwardness.

he opens his mouth, but you beat him, for once. "wanna . . . know what it's like for you to hide yourself, xiao."

he's not sure if he should be insulted by your abrupt presumptions, or stirred by the compassion that soothes from your voice. hiding? that's probably how you comprehend it, but . . . xiao contemplates silently, leaving you to fidget while he thinks.

the adeptus heaves a sigh. wordlessly, he unclips his mask from his belt, and sits across from you on the mattress.

"close your eyes," his voice doesn't shake, although his throat trembles. you listen, and when xiao draws away, he sees . . .

the quietude overwhelms the remainder of the night. when the moon is hung in the sky and clouds obscure the stars outside, you swear you feel xiao's hold around your waist tighten.

- ̗̀ zhongli ̖́-

once upon a rainy day, zhongli gets the inkling that you might not have an umbrella for the journey back to your abode. so he meets you, just in time for the end of your shift, with some shelter and a warm embrace.

each experience is a learning scenario for the old god. he isn't oblivious to common practices nowadays, and his "learning" is more so the emersion of day-to-day life. this leads to say, when you first begin shivering on your stroll back home, he's acutely aware of the couple-esque notions associated with his actions. but all zhongli knows is that you're cold, and who would he be if he didn't take care of a loved one when they're in need?

"please, let me. i can make you something warm once we get back."

he's swift on the uptake – shrugging off his coat in elegant motions and with a roll of his shoulders, and drapes the fabric over your figure. he supplies what he hopes is a reassuring smile, despite the dreary and frigid weather out; while your shaking doesn't cease, it's quelled slightly, and zhongli takes care to rub your arms on the way back home.

zhongli lets you curl up in his coat, even when you're inside and the weather turns clearer. following his first lending, he takes careful note that you find comfort in his clothes, and imposes upon himself the responsibility of offering you bits of his attire whenever you seem stressed, tense, bothered . . . during anything unpleasant, really.

there are some days when he returns to your shared abode and finds you bundled up in his shirts. contentment settles a nest of belonging into his chest, as he finds it . . . heartening, to know that you find tranquility with him, comfortable enough to wear what he's worn of your own volition.

"ah, zhongli," you call to him one day, one of his shirts in your grasp, "could you wear this again? it doesn't –ah– smell like you anymore."

each experience is a learning scenario, indeed.

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demonicheadcanons · 3 years

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Obey Me Brothers + Little Affections

AN: Keep thinking about the little things each brother would do to express affection. Some warm fluffy stuff because we all need it. Enjoy!!

The hair drying one on Lucifer’s sparked this entire thing thanks

Lucifer

- Washing and drying your hair. You know if you get your hair washed at a hairdressers and they just. Go to town with a towel drying your hair? He finds it hilarious and loves doing that. You’ll hear him chuckle, unable to see him because your face is covered by the towel. He’s softer towards the end but initially when trying to get most of the excess water his only concern is not actually hurting you. He’s also genuinely trying to help, just having a little fun with it at the same time.

- Continuing on from this, Lucifer will ruffle your hair. If it doesn’t really upset you, he loves to make a mess of it, and he grins at you, your hair sticking out every which way.

- The second his brothers aren’t around, he seems to canonically love holding your hand under the guise of keeping track of you or comforting you. Its partially true - the MC gets into trouble easily, so its good to keep a hand on them. However, the comforting affect goes both ways.

- Sharing information with you implies a close bond (or at the very least, a strong curiosity, like when he hints at where Mammon’s card is / when he talks about the album) and it means Luci cares about you a lot. He likes to talk about his interests and introduce you to things he cares a lot about. A lot of the time this comes in the form of music, because it’s something he’s able to enjoy whilst still doing his work.

- Doing origami or other paper crafts together? Really relaxes him. It’s so peacefully intimate and cosy. You sit together at his desk, work documents hidden out of sight for now, and make whatever you can out of colourful little bits of paper. He likes making flowers, although he’d never say it out loud, but he makes you countless crowns with paper flowers of all different kinds. You walk in one day when he’s taking a break from work and he’s got paper cranes lining the entire length of his desk. He calls you over and puts one on your head for absolutely no reason before acting like it never happened.

- If no one else is around and he’s feeling a bit daft, he’ll sweep you up into his arms with no warning and just hold you like that, staring directly into your eyes with a daring and loving smile on his face. This happens most when it’s late at night and all the coffee he’s had is starting to wear off and he feels a little more relaxed and open. He’ll carry you to his room to cuddle, too, if you don’t have anywhere else you need to be. Just pray none of his brothers encounter you two because he’ll set you down on your feet immediately and he won’t help you up if you fall.

[[Other Brothers under the read more]]

Mammon

- Fist bumps!!! He passes you and holds his fist out, and pouts if you don’t immediately bump your hand into his. Do the snail or turkey thing once and he falls in love with it. Lucifer, tired and stressed after a lot of work, decides for once to go along with giving him a fist bump because he’s too tired and no one else is around, and Mammon does the snail thing. The look on Luci’s face is worth everything that happened after. But when its you, Mammon just smiles and beams at you. He’s really happy.

- Sitting so close together that you can’t possibly move without disturbing the other. Sides fully pressed together even if he doesn’t have an arm around you or your hand in his. He likes the constant contact, it’s healing. So heavily invested in whatever you’re watching that the two of you simply don’t realise how close you are until the episode ends and you realise you’re leaning your full weight against him and his face is red but he’s smiling so softly you can’t bring yourself to move.

- You’ll have to start the habit, but, tackle hugs. You see him in the distance somewhere and sprint over and tackle him full force. He’ll act mad at first, especially if he trips and falls over or he’d been talking with someone else, but he holds onto you tightly and his face is beautifully flushed. After a while he’ll do it too, although he’s a lot gentler, but if you hear him call your name you need to turn around quickly and hold your arms out. He’ll lift you up into the air and twirl you around once or twice before just, going on with his day as normal. You hear his laughter as he walks away, bright and bubbly and confident, exactly as he should be.

- The absence of insults is important for Mammon. He’ll tolerate it if it’s every now and then but he’ll really notice if you’re always kind to him, he pays attention and holds tightly on to every compliment you give him. When he feels low he finds you and holds you in his arms, fingers playing with the loops in your jeans, as he recites off every nice thing you’ve said to him, hoping you’ll reaffirm them. Did you mean it when you said he was one of the most caring people you’d ever met? When you said his eyes made you feel at home?

- He likes feeding the crows with you. It’s something he does without telling anyone, but one day he takes you out along with him and the crows take a liking to you instantly. He likes how you look with his crows standing proud and confident on your arm, your hair a mess from their flapping wings as you laugh and try to get the last bits of food out from the bag.

- If you style his hair and put random accessories in it - anything from silly plastic hair clips to flowers to feathers - he’ll keep them in all day. He doesn’t care who sees because his MC spent their time doing this for him, and he’s happy to tell anyone who dares criticise him.

Leviathan

- He’s awkward with any affection at first, but he actually builds up to quick tight hugs when he’s really happy. If he’s incredibly excited - just won tickets for something, or some idol liked his comments - expect to be tackled in a hug. He gets flustered after, but if you hold tightly onto him he won’t let go immediately.

- If they even vaguely relate to his own interests, Levi will try hard to be invested in anything you really enjoy. For example, he’ll watch your favourite shows with you or try and read things you enjoy, etc.

- At the same time, Levi will share his interests with you. It’s not something he can really avoid doing as it’s ingrained in him to ramble about his special interests, but it will come in seemingly smaller forms - for example, he’ll hand you his headphones one day, blushing, and ask what you think of this song, or he’ll show you a paragraph in a TSL book that has particularly good rhythm or evokes a lot of emotion. If he lends you his books or DVDs it’s practically a proposal.

- You two have full conversations with Henry as he swims about in his tank. About silly and pointless things or very serious topics, from jokingly scolding him to venting about the future and about school and such. It warms Levi’s heart.

- Horn pats. When he’s in his demon form, pull him down to your level and pat his horns. He’s so flustered he can’t move the first few times, but one day he’ll start coming up to you and asking you if you want to do it. He likes being able to be in his demon form, and likes that you’re comfortable with him even when he doesn’t look as human.

- When he’s very comfortable with you, he likes to wrap you up in surprise hugs and laughs if you try to squirm your way out of his grip, a brilliant mischievous glow in his eyes, any self-consciousness long forgotten.

Satan

- I’ve said this before on another post but Satan likes to pet your hair and run his thumbs over your palms, pressing into them gently like he’s touching the pads on the paws of a cat. He traces circles and presses kisses into your palm and over each finger tip and knuckle, like it’s his own form of worship.

- It takes a long time to build up the confidence to do so but I can see him like. Playfully nipping at your skin if he presses light kisses against your shoulders or neck. If it makes you laugh or blush he smiles against your skin.

- If you fall asleep somewhere he’s the first person to go get a blanket to throw over you - he’d rather just let you sleep if you’re somewhere safe instead of disturbing you to lift you elsewhere, and risking waking you up. Occasionally he’ll kneel down beside you and stay there with a book until you wake up, and he’s fallen asleep like that once or twice.

- Just. Talking. Laying down together and going from topic to topic, saying whatever crosses your minds with no filters and no judgement. Letting time pass by with the comfort of the other, laying on your back in the planetarium or library or in his room, wherever there aren’t books piled up. No responsibilities except to listen to the other, and every now and then you laugh and he feels like maybe this could be home.

Asmodeus

- Sharing things, whatever it is. Food, clothes, jewellery. Taking a necklace off and putting it on him because “this would go so well with your outfit,” or holding out your fork and telling him to try some of your food, it tastes heavenly. Perfume, as well, is a must - he wants the two of you to smell the same.

- Like Mammon, he likes to have some kind of contact with you at all time - holding hands, an arm across your shoulders, anything. But the main point of contact he truly adores is if he has his hands on the skin of your stomach or back, even in the most innocent way possible. If his arms are around you and you’re comfortable with it, he’ll tuck his hands under your shirt and trace shapes against your hips, stomach, back, lower ribcage. Wherever he can. It’s something he’ll do absentmindedly without everything thinking about it, and it recharges him when he’s low on energy.

- He actually really likes working alongside you, whether it’s school work or something related to a part time job, or a potential business idea. He’s smarter than anyone would give him credit for and he loves how you look when you’re deep in thought, trying to solve something, and how your eyes light up as you figure it all out. He’s not one to just give you the answer to things, so if he knows something and you don’t he likes to hint at it like it’s a game. When you guess the answer right he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and beams at you.

- Late night phone calls where you talk about whatever’s keeping you awake. He doesn’t mind who’s calling who, he wants to ramble or listen to you at any given moment and he’ll give up his sleep if it means you can get something that’s bothering you off your chest. Similarly, there is no greater comfort for him than getting to complain to you about something or other, something that’s genuinely bothering him and that’s stuck in his head. He feels like it only disappears when you take a hold of it for him for a little bit.

Beelzebub

- Sharing food, obviously, means a lot to him. Feed him bites of your food, give him anything you don’t want, and he’ll love it. He especially loves if you share food that’s important to you in some way, and you’ll find him giving you little bites of his food too the closer you two get. It means a lot to him when people embrace the fact that he eats so much, instead of scolding him for it or making jokes about it.

- He really likes holding hands. Your hands are so small in his and yet you trust him not to injure them as you pull him along. He feels possessive sometimes but isn’t outwardly affectionate enough to do anything about it, and the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. It’s the perfect thing for him.

- Stacking random things on the other. Sitting cross-legged in a park, pulling daisies out of the lawn that’s about to be mowed anyway and gently placing them into each other’s hair, on the other’s shoulders and laps. If you’re laying in his bed he’ll take random light objects off his night stand and place them on top of you. There’s no purpose and no intention, and yet it makes him smile and gives him butterflies, and he laughs if you glare jokingly up at him but let him continue.

- Run your hands through his hair, down the sides of his face, under his jaw. Anywhere. He melts in an instant, mouth slightly open as you poke his cheeks or tickle his neck and shoulders with feather light touches.

Belphegor

- Nap. On. Him. Any time, any where. Snuggle up to him, lean your head against his shoulder or bury your face into his neck or lay down on his lap and just rest. He blushes every time and it takes him a second to recover. Sometimes he’ll angle himself so he can lean against you two and he’ll fall asleep as well.

- He likes those kind of monkey hugs where you wrap your entire body around him and he can bury his face in your neck and hold on as tight as he wants. He’ll walk around like that until you get to the attic and he can throw you into his pile of pillows and blankets, and he flops down on top of you and clings onto you again, trying to hide his face because he’s smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

- He loves playful, back and forth banter. He’ll tease you constantly, loves if you pout at him, loves it more if you retort with something and keep it running for a while before the two of you start laughing.

- Being childish. He’ll stick out his tongue at you or pull a sudden face and he expects you to do it back immediately. If you don’t he’ll poke and tickle you, telling you how disappointed and hurt he is.

- Headbumps! But not too hard. Gently bump your head against his shoulder to get his attention and he’ll pat it. Bonus points if you nuzzle into his hands then - he’s hard to fluster but you can hear him swallow as he starts to go red. You’ll immediately have all of his attention to yourself.

- Belphie is the king of silent conversations. The tiniest gestures, nods, tilts of the head. He can pick up on all of them, knows exactly what you’re trying to say without you saying it, to the point where sometimes you won’t even realise you’re not talking aloud.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #I might do more later but this is all I can think of right now #obey me headcanons #my headcanons #my writings #queued #there are little bits of angst if you squint hard enough

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dememetor · 3 years

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HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

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[Z]elophilia || P.S

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴢ]

Summary: You never know who might be watching you... Or wanting you. Jealousy is a fuel to sexual tension, and you'd soon learn that.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x gn!reader

Words: get out me swamp

Genre: Smut

You couldn't say you were a very insightful person. Sure, you could spot when your fries were one chip short, but when it came to noticing people who eyed you or tried to flirt with you, you were pretty much oblivious, and some people were happy you were that way, not only so they could shamelessly watch you without raising any suspicion, but also because you would pretty much accidentally turn down any possible partner.

This oblivion towards the romantic area earned you the 'hard to get' title, and so, during your college years, many people had you on number 1 on their bucket list. Some were very forward with you (maybe too forward), and those were very much purposely rejected by you. At some point you were sure you could have made a photo album with all the disgusting dick pics from random men and undesired ass shots from women who clearly had never gotten a 'no' in their lives.

Your eyes were set on someone, however. Two "someone's", actually, but although you would love to have your hot, young, mysterious professor for breakfast, lunch and dinner, he had a kid, and he was way out of your league.

The slicked back, black hair that contrasted with the tight white suit shirt with rolled up sleeves, and black suit pants, that made him look like everyone's dream sugar daddy, or a natural ruffled hairstyle, with a light-coloured sweater and tight black jeans, that made him look like a student heartthrob, Seonghwa could pull any look he set his mind to.

On your 2nd year of college, when you actually got him as your teacher, you had thought of making a move (you'd be out of there in a couple years anyway), but throughout the academic year you saw Seonghwa's disgusted face as shameless women basically shoved their chest right in his face, or slid him their number very publically, so you had just given up on the idea. That was the year another guy transferred into your class from a university that had been shut down due to a catastrophic fire that had destroyed most of it, and left the building in shambles.

He was tall, with a sharp nose and cat-like eyes. Although he looked like someone not to be messed with, he was very goofy and clumsy, and the mix of mysteriousness with adorableness won over your heart. He was very much like you, and didn't get the hint. He just thought all of these people were being nice to him because he was new and didn't have many friends.

"Hi Mingi!"

The aforementioned lifted his head up from his questionable drawing and smiled at you.

"Hello! It's... Y/N, right? Sorry, it's so many people and it's hard to remember names."

You laughed and nodded.

"You got it right! Listen, I was wondering if you'd want to get some ice cream after class, I know this-"

"Ice cream? Fuck yeah!"

You giggled at the adorable way his eyes turned into two crescents as he smiled, like a kid, upon mentioning the treat.

"Please take your seats, miss Y/N this is a classroom not an informal get togehter, please behave accordingly."

You frowned and headed to your seat as fast as possible, wearing a very visible pout whilst doing it. Your teacher had randomly started acting extremely cold towards you for no reason, and it wasn't a good look in him. He'd constantly pick on you and call you out, and you couldn't understand why.

Mr. Park carried on with the class, acting regularly with every other student. You had commented this behaviour with some of your peers, but they insisted it was all in your head, that you were trying to have a so called 'y/n moment'.

That day you left class with Mingi, side by side, grazing arms and hands as you walked out, and you were sure you could feel a pair of eyes observing you, but you were in a trance, too focused in Mingi's honey-like voice to notice anything else.

"Do you know anyone who's good in Mr. Park's class? I might need some tutoring and I want to get one now to start actually understanding shit..."

"Well I have pretty good grades! I could help you!" You kindly offered.

Your offer totally didn't have second intentions. You totally weren't thinking of those stories where a tutoring session goes... Places.

"You do!?"

There was a small silence, which you used to express your offense towards Mingi's disbelief.

He blushed slightly and scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to come across as rude... Its just that the teacher keeps messing with you in class, I thought you had bad grades and that's why he didn't like you, cause you don't really act up."

"I've been saying that for ages! I don't know what happened, he was always kind do me but recently he's just been off... It's a shame, makes it really hard to like his class."

Mingi swung his arm over you, hugging you from the side as consolation, causing a prominent pink blush to spread across your faces.

After the small date, Mingi had asked you out once more, and things seemed to be going well between the two of you. Small, shy glances, flirty winks, and wrinkled pieces of paper you switched with sweet messages was how you spent most classes. It was all very adorable, especially for all your friends that watched with the hope that you would eventually become something, that is, until Mr. Park caught Mingi slipping you one of said papers. He walked towards you and snatched it from your hands.

You watched his face become red, and his face showed an angry expression he desperately tried to hide, but to no avail.

"You two better yet your act together and stop fooling around and distracting the class, or else I'll have no other choice but to report it to the principal and have it on your record."

He turned around quickly, as he crumpled up the paper and threw it on the trash.

You were beyond fuming. He was acting like it was a 5th grade class, constantly on your ass and reprehending you like you were 15. Your mind was set, you were going to have a talk with your tevaher by the end of the class, you couldn't handle one more hour with this man behaving this way.

So once class was over, you watched as everyone left. You told Mingi you'd meet him later, and leaned on Mr. Park's desk as he cleaned the board.

"How can I help you?" The teacher asked, back still facing you.

"Why have you been treating me differently?"

The man turned around quickly upon recognising your voice.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." He faked, pretending to be too busy to look at you, desperately trying to distract himself from your thighs, exposed due to the length of your shorts, pressing together in a way that teased him way more than they should.

"There were 3 people sleeping in class today, one girl was texting and one dude was rolling a joint, and you got mad at me and Mingi because we were sending paper notes!?"

Mr. Park set down the chalk harder than he should have, shattering it in many pieces in the process. His jaw clenched, remembering the 'I can't wait to kiss you again'. Again.

Your question was met with silence, as Mr. Park was trying his best not to lose his cool.

"Would you reply, please? The way you treat me, very unfairly may I add, makes your class very tiring."

"I don't have to give my students any satisfactions about anything beside the class work, and you don't need to like my class to pass it."

His condescending tone and lack of eye contact, not even acknowledging you there, was driving you insane.

"Are you capable of treating me with a little more respect or at least tell me what I did wrong for you to hate me this much?"

The male finally looked at you, a dark, hungry look that scared you beyond belief. He walked dangerously close towards you, too close to be professional.

"I don't hate you. I like you a little too fucking much, and you drive me crazy, and seeing you with that other student drives me crazy in a different way. So for the sake of my sanity, ignore my antics and don't ask questions."

You gulped, only being able to focus on how close his pink, plump lips were, and on the way his finger lightly grazed your inner thighs.

You immediately forgot Mingi, as if you didn't even know him. After all, Seonghwa was choice number 1 anyway...

"B-but aren't you married? Don't you have a kid?"

The man smirked, seeing the way you were giving into his touch. He inhaled deeply, as he gripped your thighs ever so slightly, and bent over so he could kiss your neck.

"What? Want my baby girl to call you a parent as well? Is that it? Cause I can make that happen..." He chuckled, as his fingers and lips became more bold.

You places your hands on his chest, pushing him away lightly. You didn't want him to get away, but you had to do it.

"Sir I don't want to get in between a marriage..."

You saw his eyes darken at the word 'Sir', and for some reason decided to take a mental note.

"Miss Y/N, my divorce isn't ideal sex talk."

You blushed, embarrassed, thinking you had lost your dream chance of fucking the most attractive man to walk the university halls.

The man, however, chuckled, one of his hands coming up to wrap around your neck. His fingers gripped your throat tightly.

"You're so fucking adorable, you make me want to sin."

You rolled your hips against his, feeling his protrudent hard-on against your crotch. The male groaned, taking that action as a green card.

His lips met yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Your hands held his face as his shamelessly groped your ass, bringing your crotch against his and rolling his hips in the process.

A small whimper escaped you, as he bit your lower lip lightly.

He pulled away, to get a good look at your face. Seonghwa's fingers wrapped around your throat once more, chuckling at the way your brows furrowed in pleasure.

"So desperate... I love to ser you like this."

You rolled your hips against his, playing his game against him.

"Sir... Please." You begged.

He couldn't say no to you, neither did he want to. Seonghwa flipped you around, bending you over his wooden desk, and hurriedly pulled down your shorts and underwear.

The man took a second admiring your figure, he held your ass in his ands and squeezed it.

"So pretty... I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do to you."

You had no time to reply, as he knelt down and started eating you out, tongue teasing at your entrance, over and over, purposely not giving you what tou wanted.

His hands played with your ass, gripping it and slapping it from time to time, and containing your minas became harder by the second. Your hands gripped the desk, in a desperate attempt to contain your sounds.

"Shit, sir please fuck me I can't take it anymore."

He stood up, and bent over on top of you, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he whispered in your ear.

"Whatever you want, doll."

The man unzipped his pants, and you felt his hard cock slap your ass. He teased your entrance, not quite pushing inside you yet, but once he did, it was slow. Seonghwa wanted to feel and enjoy every part of you thoroughly. He filled you up to the brim, and you had to bite your lip to restrain your grunts and groans.

His hips started moving, slowly but surely, and as you grew accustomed to his size and begged for more, his hips snapped faster against yours, making the skin slapping sound echoe in the room. Beads of sweat started building up in both of your foreheads, and his once composed hair was sticking to his forehead.

The constant teasing from the male had left you very sensitive.

"Sir I'm- I'm gonna cum."

"D-Do it Y/N. I wanna feel you."

Upon his approval, you came, clenching around him in the process, allowing a small moan to be heard.

"Fuck!" Seonghwa yelled, too lost in lust to care.

He pulled out just in time, to cum all over your ass. Seonghwa wanted to cum in you, but he spared it for another time, simply focusing on the pleasing way his cum dripped down your ass.

The man kindly helped you clean up and get dressed, holding your hips and inspecting your figure once you were done.

"I won't force you to anything, but I would like for us to repeat this. Many times."

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