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katsumiiii · 10 months
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hobie x gn! reader
hobie is definitely an adamant tease. i also see him as like crazy perceptive ??? not only because he’s a spider person but also because he’s just an observer at heart, so whatever he does to you he knows what effect it has, mentally or physically.
whenever he wants to kiss you he always guides you by your chin. one, because he knows you love the hand placement, and two, because it’s easier to bring your plump lips to his own, and he can’t help but get eager at times.
hobie and you strolled down the chaotic streets of London, his lanky arm strung around the curve of your waist as you attempted to make your way to his apartment (attempted is the key word here, hobie lived about 5 minutes away from the pub y’all were visiting, but the walk was now reaching 10 minutes seeing as hobie couldn’t keep his hands off of you, not that you were in any rush).
“come on love, jus’ one lil kiss and I’ll leave you be, yeah?” hobie gently pleaded, peering down at you through his thickened lashes.
you set the palms of your hands against his chest, appreciating the slight flex of his pecs, and pushed him away from your figure, continuing to trot down the sidewalk, “no bee, we’ve been walking forever and my feet are tired. I’ll give you a kiss when we get home.” you dramatically gestured towards your aching feet, sighing at hobie’s raised eyebrow.
“well we can’t ‘ave that can we?” he inched his fingers down towards your thighs.
“nope, so if we can pick up the—” you squealed, latching on to hobie’s bicep and he held you close to his chest, his fingers curling around the crease underneath your knees, “hobie! what the hell!?”
“wha’? you said you was havin’ trouble, jus’ tryna be a good mate.” hobie tilted his head towards your pursed lips, chuckling at your pouting expression, “‘lowe it, ‘m not puttin’ you down.”
you sighed, peering back at hobie, “you just want to give me a kiss, huh?” you teased, placing a hand towards the crook of hobie’s neck.
“and what of it?” he adjusted you so he could bring the tip of his thumb and pointer finger to your chin, grasping it softly and guiding it towards his own. you indulge him, softly kissing the plush of his lips, humming in satisfaction.
“mhm, feeling cheeky today aren’t we bee?”
“been hangin’ ‘round me too much love, startin’ to sound like me.”
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spiteful-lvsts · 6 months
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< Imagine... >
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>> Being a stay at home spouse for your darling husband. Sure it’s not the life you imagined, but you’re happy nonetheless. Besides, it’s quite nice to see him light up whenever you visit their work for lunch.
Still, it’s hard not to worry when your lover comes home, all exhausted and worried. Even if some of it bleeds away from your soothing touches. This just won’t do at all!
So it’s not a big stretch to say that you two arrange a more... different kind of relaxation together.
Nowadays, when your husband comes home, he doesn’t have to think about work at all. It’s become routine now, cooking his favorites. Soft touches exchanged at the table as you fed him bites of each other’s meals.
It’s all so, wonderfully domestic. Until the curtains are drawn, and you both retire to your shared bedroom. Eager for what was next.
Here, your beloved doesn’t have to think! All he needs to worry about is feeling good, and making you feel good. Babbling out the cutest pleas and whines of; “Mnh- please- harder!” and “Closecloseclose- love ple~ase!” As you rutted into him like a wild animal, fat cock carving him open until he fit you perfectly.
Orgasm after orgasm is wrung out of him, until he’s sobbing. And he’ll take more, even as his legs feel like nothing, even when he feels like he’s going to pass out. Because he’s just your darling pet! Your favorite, dumb slut. Made just to be yours, and you for him.
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<< { ♡ } >> ayato, pantalone, neuvillette, lucifer, diavolo, jing yuan, welt yang, gepard
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kissatoru · 2 months
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ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((
i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.
your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.
but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.
and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.
EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
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gazspookiebear · 10 days
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Ugh I'm so sleepy. Eepy man. Enjoy this shit I cooked up in ten minutes.
You wake up, only to find yourself just as tired as you were a few hours ago. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're fighting back sleep with every blink. Exhaustion wracking your body with every movement.
You feel Simon groan and sit up next to you.
"Mmm... five more minutes?" You mumble sleepily, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth.
"M' sorry love, we've gotta get up"
"Please? I'm so tired..." You whine quietly
"Negative," he says, chuckling at your miserable pout.
"Please, Si?" You say it so sweetly. The nickname you rarely used. His weakness.
A moment passes before you finally hear a response.
"Fine."
You grin, knowing that you've won. He lays back down and wraps his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest. You close your eyes and sleep quickly overtakes you.
Of course, it was never just 'five more minutes'. Simon called your work shortly after and informed them that you wouldn't be coming in today. However that works.
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crawley-fell · 3 months
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Something's wrong.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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“Stop tossing and turning, it’s four in the morning.”
Bakugou was blunt. Though unsurprising to those who knew him, it always would come as a surprise when he’d be so quick when it came to you.
Never in a malicious way; always just sharp.
But tonight, it hurt different. You didn’t snap back, or try to press a threat to sleep on the couch, instead, his bluntness only tacked on to the pounding in your head, using it as ammunition against you, and he didn’t even know it.
“Sorry,” you mumble, bottom lip wobbling.
He groans at the idea that he hurt your feelings, he’s not used to you not snapping back, and turns on his back- he never could sleep on his back, and it warmed your heart to know he was sacrificing a few more hours of much deserved sleep to comfort you.
“Talk,” he demands softly, opening an arm for you to curl into. When you do slip into his side, immediately tears swell your waterline and sting in a command to be released down your scorched, frustrated cheeks.
“I’m just… I’m so exhausted, Katsuki,” you whimper. You’re waiting for him to take it literally, but he doesn’t, and he stays silent in case you wish to keep going. “I put so much effort into everything I do, and it gets shit on; i get walked all over every. Damn. Day. I don’t want to try anymore, I don’t care to. Not like anything matters anyway, so why would I bother?”
Once again, he’s silent in case you want to continue. Hell, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep until he lets out a soft sigh.
“You’re doing fine,” he mumbles, his calloused fingertips gently rubbing the tense muscles at the nape of your neck. “You’re doing your best, and even if you don’t see it, you take full pride in the things you do. Because that’s who you are, it’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you. You give, and give, and you don’t ask for anything in return, then you get in a headspace like this and wonder if it’s worth it.
“But baby,” he yawns, “it is worth it. Especially to you. And you’re not going to stop putting your all in the things you do, you know that. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting recognition. You deserve it.”
Tears swell in your waterline and you quickly bury your face into his side, tears soaking his shirt. “I’m always proud of you. You’re selfless, and as much as I adore that part of you, I wish you weren’t. Because it keeps both of us up at four in the morning and makes my shirt wet with tears.”
With a choked laugh, you shove him softly as he gives you a chuckle, but his words only have you crying more; he’s a man of few words but behind the blunt ones, the loving ones he picks are genuine, and you wouldn’t trade him, or the reassurances he gives you, for the world.
“I want to be better, Katsuki,” you wail. “I don’t want to be so tired anymore.”
“You’re already the best that you can be,” he assures, kissing you’re head.
“And that’s plenty. I promise you.”
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lovesickeros · 7 months
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× info [ cult au + neuvillette + lyney [ separate ] ] × warnings [ none ] × word count [ 0.8k ]
× neuvillette
The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.
..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.
And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.
Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?
He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.
"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."
His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.
"You remind me of someone."
He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.
Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.
"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"
× lyney
He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..
Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.
"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"
He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.
"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."
He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.
His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.
"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!
"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"
He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.
"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.
And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.
His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.
"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"
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icaruien · 5 months
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"satoru."
your voice was a low timbre, a steady thing, and satoru felt like crying right then and there. he didn't, of course. he couldn't. he was still the strongest, even when he was with you. you didn't need a broken man craving validation and attention, you needed a good toy to fuck and break for the night and leave in the morning. that was okay. he could be that for you. he could be anything for you.
satoru looked at you past half-lidded eyes, a cheeky grin on his lips. "mm, right here," he said. "you're so boring, you're making me zone out."
you rolled your eyes, but it was clear that you didn't buy it. a knot formed between your brows, the beginnings of a question coiling on the tip of your lips, but you said nothing. he didn't expect you to. the both of you didn't come to each other to talk, after all. you were there to fuck and get fucked.
(still, satoru thought selfishly. it would have been nice if you asked.)
he arched his back when your hand wrapped around him, callouses built from years worth of wielding weapons digging into the tender skin of his cock. he whimpered. you smiled.
"still boring?"
satoru's grin didn't falter, even when he could feel the light in his eyes dim a little bit. "dunno. why don't you convince me a little mo— oh, fuck. yeah, just like that."
you didn't talk, and you didn't tell him sweet things, but the way you twisted your wrist and kissed his mouth told him enough. neither of you were very good at talking, but that didn't stop you from knowing precisely what he needed anyway.
you weren't kind to him when you dragged out his orgasms, cutting them off right as he's about to topple off the edge, forcing him to cum over and over again when his lungs were on fire and his legs were shaking on either side of you. but your unkindness was the only act of kindness he would allow himself to have.
you were the only person he would allow himself to have.
and this wasn't love, this wasn't a date, this wasn't anything at all. he was a fool for thinking that this could be more, an idiot for imagining a night when you would finally stay, a moron for hoping that one day you would look at him the same way—
"tell me." his voice was broken, ragged and ruined by his own heavy breaths. you looked at him, eyes wide and curious, hands sweeping his bangs back. "tell me i'm yours."
"you're mine," you answered easily. you had stopped hesitating a long time ago, and satoru was so selfishly grateful for it. good, it meant he could pretend a little longer.
"i'm your satoru," he said, an insistence, an offering.
you smiled. it wasn't an acceptance.
"that's right, my satoru."
but it wasn't rejection either.
—so maybe, being a fool wasn't such a bad thing if he could have this makeshift home with you just for a little while longer.
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shoulmate · 5 months
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Akaashi's an over-thinker.
He knows it and he knows he's always been one, that he analyzes too many variables and all the potential outcomes.
But, in his defense, the only thing he can truly control are his own thoughts and actions. He's always known this, too. Even as far back as elementary school.
He didn't have control over his seat assignment.
He didn't have control over the time for lunch or the duration of recess.
Nothing.
The only thing he had control over was himself.
So he chose to introduce himself to the child sitting next to him, you, who looked as scared as he felt.
It was within his power to offer you friendship and only within yours to accept it.
But god he was glad you did.
And on that day two little hearts beat a little stronger together, taking on the challenges of their world in the only ways they could: eating lunch together, playing at recess together, visiting each other's homes.
Until the universe reminded you, reminded him, just how many things were out of your control.
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Akaashi stares at his computer screen waiting for the latest manga chapter to come in.
He really wanted to make it to Bokuto's game, to support him and MSBY but he can't control the author. He can't reach through the internet and throttle the flippant woman until she's submitted her work; he can only wait and do his work as well as he can, as soon as he can.
He watches the match from his phone, in the dark. Another thing he can't control. The office doesn't have any TV's and they block every website that isn't related to work on his computer here so he found a different way.
He's entirely focused on the game, on his phone almost forgetting that he was waiting for an email to come in until the familiar ding overrides the announcers.
He's tempted to ignore it and just enjoy the game for now but his eyes reflexively flick to the drop-down notification and he feels his chest go hollow.
Because it's not the mangaka for whom he's been waiting...
It's you.
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Akaashi watches the design of steamed milk and wonders if he should start drinking.
It looks weird if he's just sitting here by himself staring at his drink but he doesn't want you to show up and think he's been waiting here a long time. No. Better to leave it untouched so he can play-it-off like he just sat down when you arrive.
This feels like that first day of school all over again. Like there are too many things out of his control.
The late December snow is melting in his hair creating a slow trickle of cold damp down to his scalp. He wants to shake his head or run his fingers through his hair to dispel the irritating feeling but he doesn't want to mess up the already-messy-locks and look foolish.
Or maybe he should...If his hair's already messy--as it usually is--then maybe he already looks foolish and the damp is just going to make it look worse so running his hands through it would fluff it.
Geez...He should've worn his hat on the way here. Eh, maybe not. The hat would've kept his hair dry but then when he took it off inside, to be polite, it would've been all matted.
No. Stop.
He wraps his fingers around the thick ceramic mug to warm his hands and keep them still.
He glances up at the door every time it opens, heart flipping with a little thrill only to fall when it's not you.
Once again his gaze sweeps the people already here to be sure he hasn't missed you.
He didn't look up any of your socials because he didn't want to form any preconceived notions about who you are now from a superficial image but he wonders if he should have. He can't be positive what you look like now, if you're already here and he didn't recognize you so you haven't come up to him. Maybe being shocked at how you've grown up will be offensive.
Then again, maybe not being shocked would have been offensive.
Eerrrrggggg!
He hasn't been this discombobulated since his first day of school after you moved away.
After years of facing the world together he found himself alone at the mercy of a situation over which neither of you had any control. Your parents got new jobs; you moved.
It was sudden and heart wrenching and though he did his best to move on, make new friends, find a new place in the world...Despite his unquestionable belief that the only thing someone could truly control were their thoughts and actions Akaashi could never quite keep his thoughts from wandering back to you.
Just like right now. As he waits, heart pounding in his chest, for you to arrive. For you to meet him at this cafe as the two of you planned after you reached out upon noticing his name in the weekly Shonen.
Have you thought of him as often as he's thought of you since you moved away?
He does his very best to control his thoughts but they're ricocheting around colliding with self-doubt and curiosity, longing and hope.
Had you thought of him at all before you saw his name?
He clings to the sensation of the ceramic warming his fingers until there's a buoyant call of his name that wipes away all of his troubled thoughts.
And as he looks up,
As he sees you again after all these years,
and replies with your name
and his lips lift in an involuntary smile feeling like everything just clicked into place in the universe, he wonders if he ever really had control
Because he's only ever thought of you.
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thank you @andr3wwwwww for the request!!
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hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠;⁠∀⁠;⁠)
Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 
“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 
Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.
You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”
Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”
You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 
Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.
Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 
The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.
The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.
“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.
Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”
You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”
Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.
He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.
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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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libraryraccoon · 1 month
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I was wondering how a Dazai!Reader from BSD (preferably 15 year old Dazai) would interact with the HH crew
Btw, I love your stuff sm, have a lovely day if you see this!
Gender : GN
Pronouns : None
Info : I haven't watched BSD for a long time, so it's probably wrong/inaccurate, sorry. Reader have 15 years old.
Message fom Raccoon : What ? Dad!Lucifer ? Dad!Alastor ? Okay, take that Dad!Husk !
TW : Suicide (mentionned); SH (mentionned)
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Finally.
After all this years of trying, after all this attempts, you were finally dead !
And what do we do when we have achieved such a feat ? We drink until the morning !
As you drank, you recounted your feat of finally dying to the bartender, some sort of cat-bird demon.
He gave you a judgmental look when you told him you were 15 and died of suicide.
But you were used to it, people often judge you while you were alive and was trying every second to die.
After a few hours, you were drunk and followed the bartender back to his place, a small apartment in a quiet corner of Hell.
You shouldn't follow someone to their home, you know that, but for your defense, you were drunk and he was a cat. And you have a weakness for cats.
Two things making it impossible to refuse his invitation.
And, if anything ever went wrong, you always had your gun with you, which had appeared at the same time as you in Hell.
The bartender's name was Husk and he kind of adopted you ? You weren't even sure if one sinner could adopt another sinner.
Life was calm with Husk, and you somehow helped him with his work.
By that I mean you were stopping the powers of other demons with your power, so you used it to kick out all the assholes who attacked him from the bar.
You and Husk had this dynamic of "Father who will kill for his child & Child who will sacrifice themselves for their father."
And then, one day you had to move to the Hazbin Hotel because Husk find a work there.
Alastor was surprised to see that Husk now had a kid–he didn't think it was possible for an alcoholic like him to have a child.
And he learned that Husk had cut down on his drinking, so he could be a better father.
*very kindly and not at all suspiciously notes this fact in the back of his mind.*
The hotel was quite shocked to know that you were a child from a fucking mafia and that you had died of suicide at 15 years old. If Husk hadn't informed them about that, they never would have suspected it.
Your humor worries them more than anything else.
Charlie is worry every time you make jokes about suicide while your dad rolls his eyes at it.
Husk was used to your jokes after a few months of living together.
The hotel wasn't.
Charlie is like your older sister, optimistic and a little naive at times.
She always tries to make you see the bright side of things and to make you forget this idea of double death.
Spoiler : it doesn't work.
Lucifer sees you like one of his children.
He spoils you like he spoiled Charlie when she was just a child.
Husk often makes side eyes at him, accusing him of trying to steal his child.
And that was true.
Lucifer, Charlie, Husk and Angel Dust are the ones who are the most concerned about your mental health.
Alastor wanted to make you sign a contract "I become powerful and Alastor releases my father from his contract in exchange of stopping trying to kill myself."
You didn't sign it.
Alastor tried to use you to spy on Vox and the Vees because he was bored and wanted some entertainment.
It worked.
Alastor do radio shows with you sometimes, you two are called "The RadioDuo".
His audience LOVES you.
You gained Alastor some listeners btw.
You help Niffty with her work at the Hotel.
Even if Charlie said you didn't have to do it, you do it anyway.
Vaggie take all your guns because you apparently “didn’t need” them.
You managed to recover them with a little manipulation.
Angel Dust could see himself in you.
You reminded him of his little human self, Anthony, broken by the world and wanting to end it. A family running the Mafia and forcing him to join it.
You're a bit like him, but compared to him, who fought to survive, had a reason to survive, you had nothing, no reason to fight, and you gave up.
When Angel Dust isn't working, he usually stays with you and Husk.
He doesn't want to abandon you, leave you alone in such a rotten world. He wants you to be protected and to be the child you never could be.
He will never let anyone touch you, never.
Husk and Angel Dust are usually the ones who bandage you after SH, Angel Dust doesn't say anything as he does it, because he understands. Husk doesn't speak as well, but you can see that by doing so he's blaming himself, making you instantly regret it.
Don't try to kill yourself in front of them, please. They're already worried enough, don't add more.
Hotel Hazbin was, in a way, your family.
And you would kill everyone in this room before killing yourself before anything happened to them.
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selineram3421 · 17 days
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*is sleepy but wants fluff* Fuck it.
Soft Kisses
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Alastor X Chubby Reader
Warnings? ⚠
⚠ small one shot, cuddles, kisses, fluff ⚠
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Today was tiring.
Swamped with work like preparing for tomorrow's art activities, cleaning up the studio, putting away art tools, and having to help make dinner after.
Alastor had noticed and tried to get you to rest but you didn't want to leave all the work to him.
You almost fell asleep while cooking!
Good thing that you were able to catch yourself and finish up what you were making.
Then when everything was done, and Niffty taking care of the dishes. Alastor swept you up, carrying you over to your hotel room.
"Alastor! Put me down, I'm too heavy!", you panicked.
"Nonsense love! You're not heavy at all. Though you do need rest!", he smiled and pecked you on the cheek.
Once inside your room, he placed you down on the bed and laid you on your back.
"Now, don't lift a finger dear.", he said and started to take off your right shoe.
"Honey, really. I can get myself settled in.", you sighed and reached to take off your other shoe, but your hand was quickly snatched up and kissed.
You blushed.
"I told you not to lift a finger.", the deer demon grinned handsomely and kissed the inside of your wrist.
Then he helped you change into something comfortable before getting you under the covers. In seconds you felt yourself start to get sleepier.
"Take a nap darling. You've been up and down all day.", Alastor whispers before kissing your forehead.
As he turns to leave, you take hold of his hand. Looking back, he can see you're fighting sleep just to keep him there.
"Stay? I want to be next to you.", you ask.
"Of course love.", he says, taking off his coat and shoes before going under the covers to join you.
You sigh in content once you wrap your arms around each other, nuzzling your head against his chest as you get comfortable. He hums and rubs your back, kissing the top of your head as you do so.
Feeling a familiar claw finger lift your head up by your chin, you feel a soft kiss. You kiss back, but it's small repeated ones.
"Sleep well."
Is the last thing you hear before you let sleep take you.
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*slow, slow blink* I'm tired and want cuddles. But I don't have my body pillow, so this is the best I'm going to get.
~Seline, the person.
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abyssruler · 2 years
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alhaitham x reader
cyno has been watching alhaitham closely ever since he arrived in port ormos. the guy is tricky, sneaking through alleyways and other parts to evade his sharp eyes because he knows cyno is keeping a close eye on him. most days, he doesn’t find anything suspicious, or at least, anything suspicious with actual evidence to back it up. after a month of being clear, he decides to ease up a little, just to lessen his load and because he doesn’t want to give alhaitam the privilege of having his whole attention. he might just go mad like kaveh.
and then one innocuous, sunny day, cyno spots alhaitham leaving a store and carrying something in his arms while not so discreetly trying to pass it off as inconspicuous. unfortunately for him, cyno will mark even a single sneeze from him as suspicious and possibly another plot to a greater scheme. so he follows him as quietly as he can, remaining unseen by staying in the shadows and lurking beneath large roots. it comes as a surprise when he finds that alhaitham isn’t deliberately ignoring his attempt to follow him, he’s utterly oblivious to it.
what could possibly be on his mind for him to lose track of his surroundings?
the answer comes in the form of a merchant from liyue standing beneath a stall of wares that look far too enthralling for any passerby to not take notice.
cyno hides behind a large tree as he watches alhaitham come up to you. he thought he was only there to take stock of your wares, but his suspicion turns into befuddlement when alhaitham stops next to you, and you, in turn, stop in the middle of talking to a customer to move your gaze to the man next to you and—
he has to take a while to process the sight of you opening your arms up with a teasing grin. and alhaitham putting aside the suspicious object he has in his arms to—cyno could almost feel his eyes pop out of their sockets—step into your hug.
the object he deemed suspicious earlier is picked up by your deft hands. the paper wrapped around it is ripped away, leaving a small array of flowers in a pot—and cyno really should have checked what store alhaitham went out of instead of immediately tailing him. you say something to him with a grin as you hold the pot between your hands. the man himself remains as stone-faced as ever, but there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that cyno squints just to catch sight of.
and then he sees you lean up on your toes (because alhaitham is ridiculously, annoyingly tall. it’s the only trait he has in spades against cyno) and place a chaste kiss to alhaitham’s cheek.
oh.
oh.
he thinks his brain just about stops working.
alhaitham reaches up to cradle your face with one hand—aaaand that’s cyno’s cue to leave. immediately.
he starts walking away, steps hurried like a pack of tigers are at his back. as he ruminates on the interaction he just saw, the only thing he can think of is how insane you must be to willingly put up with alhaitham.
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ghost-ruin-zone · 8 months
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i had a vision
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silverhairsimp · 4 months
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Coffee Cart
I have domestic Katsuki Bakugou on my mind right now, so leave me alone.
Pairing: katsuki x gn!reader
a/n: I'm pet sitting for a friend and they have the best set up on their coffee cart and it just got me thinking.
warnings: none :) just fluff from the best boy
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Katsuki Bakugou takes pride in absolutely everything he does. Not only does that include his job, his relationship with you, the way he keeps his house clean… It also includes the little coffee corner he puts together after you wouldn't stop talking about it months after you moved in with him.
You showed him pinterest board after pinterest board of ideas and sure, they were cute, but not entirely up to his standards. And ‘what’s the point of having a cart if you’re not even gonna push it around?’ He’d ask you with a quirked brow and his arms crossed over his puffed out chest. All you could do was look up at him with big eyes and your brows pinched together and tell him you just thought it was cute. His only response was to hold you by the waist and kiss your forehead before heading off to do whatever mundane task was on his list next. However, weeks went by and while you were at work late, he had been putting a little project together. Just for you. And when you’re sleeping in one weekend, it gives him the perfect opportunity to move some things around in the kitchen and have the perfect surprise all ready. 
In the corner of the kitchen, is a hand made cart. Crafted from old cedar wood with black iron accents. He even made a brand with your initials on it to stamp the wood right on the front so everyone knows you’re his. 
He had spent all this time getting everything sent to Kirishima's house to make sure he kept it a surprise.
It’s got everything you (and he) could ever need. The newest espresso machine? He’s got all the pods you could want to taste. The fanciest fucking pore-over glass he could find? Absolutely. The best cold brew pitcher? He got that too. He even got the fancy frother to go with the espresso machine because he knows just how sweet you like your coffee sometimes. And when you’re not feeling a rich or sweet coffee, he got loose leaf tea to steep for you on a moment's notice. 
And don’t even mention the most expensive coffee grinder for fresh ground every morning. He did a deep dive into all the reviews he could. Making sure it was quiet enough not to wake you up, quick enough to get the job done when he’s heading out the door for work… He’ll reason, ‘’The pre-ground shit doesn’t taste the same.” And he’s right, he almost always is right. Although, there are times where he’d reason you’re the one that’s always right.
Even if he didn’t understand it at first, the look on your face when you saw it was more than he could ever want. And even when it took you hours past the final set-up to roll out of bed to see it, he had a fresh cup waiting for you at the table.
Joining him in the morning’s for a fresh cup has become one of your favorite things. And with a cup in each of your hands and the other reaching across the table to hold onto each other, you’ll look at him and say: “You really are something, aren’t you?”
“But I’m your something, right?”
“Katsuki… you’re my everything.”
Even if it started before the coffee cart, it sure was another reason to fall in love with him all over again.
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Banner from @cafekitsune <3
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