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beskarandblasters · 4 months

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Voyeuristic Tendencies

Din Djarin x F!Reader x Ezra

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Author’s note: I tend not to get horny writing my own smut but there’s a part towards the end that just… did it for me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) No spoilers but I’ll reveal what it is in the end note. Thank you to @pedgito for beta reading 🤍

Summary: In an AU where the worlds of The Mandalorian and Prospect collide, you and Din are business partners and Ezra finds himself on Nevarro after escaping the Green. You both agree to let Ezra join your partnership but unbeknownst to Din, you and Ezra form a sexual relationship. What will happen once Din finds out?

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), post the events of Prospect, oral sex (M and F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, voyeurism, MFM threesome, light angst, jealousy, pet names (gem and cyar’ika), no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

You and Din weren’t looking to add anyone to your little crew. Grogu went off to train with the Jedi and his absence strained the strictly business relationship you two had. But one day while wandering the marketplace on Nevarro, you encountered a strange man who babbled endlessly. His name was Ezra. He told you and Din that he just left a moon you’ve never heard of; the Green. He told you that he got separated from his old partner, a girl named Cee. And he told you he just recently lost his right arm. He spoke with an accent that you couldn’t quite place where it was from. But all in all, you felt bad for him.

Din, on the other hand, didn’t want anything to do with Ezra.

“He sounds like a scammer,” Din said.

“Aw, come on. He seems nice. And he’s in need.”

“You can’t replace Grogu with a strange one-armed man,” Din sighed.

“Please? It would be nice to have an extra person to help out. Especially if Grogu comes back…” you said.

Well, when you put it like that… How could Din refuse?

You’re walking through the marketplace, hoping to find Ezra again. He couldn’t have gotten far. From what you gathered he tends to hang out around here and somehow sweet-talk the vendors into giving him food. Maybe Din wasn’t too far off when he said Ezra was a scammer…

Whatever, you still want to help him.

And there Ezra is, at the produce stand, holding a vegetable in his one hand while sweet-talking the vendor. You watch the exchange take place, Ezra using his big lofty words to coerce the vendor into giving him more. And it works, the vendor grabs a bag and puts a few more vegetables in it before handing it off to Ezra with a smile. Maybe it would be nice to have someone with that kind of skill on your crew.

Ezra turns and walks away, crossing paths with you and Din. He stops and smiles when he sees you, face contorting into a lopsided grin.

“Fancy meeting you two here,” Ezra says. The sunlight beaming down lights up the blond patch of hair on his head perfectly.

“You’re here every day,” Din deadpans.

“Well Mr. Tin Man, it seems I have no place else to go, nowhere to call my own.”

Mr. Tin Man. Din’s gonna hate that nickname. In fact, you can tell he does by the way his fists are clenching and unclenching at his sides. If you want Ezra to join your crew, you’re gonna have to diffuse the situation.

“He was joking. You were joking, right Din?” you say, nudging Din with your elbow.

“Yep.”

This is never going to work.

“Listen, Ezra, we were wondering if… you wanted to join our crew?”

“Really?”

“Yeah but not for free. You have to put in work like we do,” Din buts in.

“I ain’t no mooch, Mr. Tin Man or should I say Din.”

“You’d have to help if the Razor Crest needed repairs, or if we needed to gain intel for a bounty, or if we had to go shopping for supplies, or-”

“I can offer protection,” Ezra says.

“I have that covered,” Din says matter-of-factly.

“Are you in?” you ask.

Without any hesitation, Ezra says, “I’ll take you up on your philanthropic offer. Thank you for your kindness.”

“Alright then. Let’s show him the Razor Crest!” you say to Din.

Without a word, Din turns and leads you out of the marketplace to the outskirts of town where the Razor Crest is parked.

“Here she is!” you say, gesturing to the Crest.

“Fine looking ship you got there, Din,” Ezra says, shooting Din a smirk. But Din doesn’t acknowledge him. Ezra turns to you and says, “Don’t think I caught your name, little birdie.”

Your cheeks heat up in response to the nickname but you tell him your name. He repeats it to himself and smiles as Din lowers the ramp to the Razor Crest. You show Ezra around the Crest and it seemed so spacious up until now…

“One question for ya, Din. Where am I supposed to sleep?”

This is the third time he’s used Din’s name in the short time you’ve known each other. You should’ve never let it slip. You should’ve just referred to him as Mando in front of Ezra because you know under the helmet Din is physically recoiling every time Ezra says his name.

“Hammocks?” you suggest, looking up at the metal ceiling.

“That’s ridiculous,” Din says.

“Well, what do you suggest?” you ask.

“Two people can fit in the bunk and one person can sleep in the cockpit. We can just rotate each time.”

“Aw, that’s cute, Din. You wanna cuddle up in the bunk together?” Ezra asks, putting his one arm around Din.

You try to stifle a laugh as Din sighs and removes Ezra’s arm.

“You two can take the bunk. I’ll take the cockpit,” Din says.

“Can’t complain about that, gem,” Ezra says, shooting you a wink paired with a smirk.

“I’m going to the Guild to pick up a job. Be back later,” Din says, briskly exiting the Crest and heading off to town again.

“Is he always a real stick in the mud?” Ezra asks.

“No! No, I mean he means well. He’s just…”

“Awkward? Strict? Stiff as a board?”

“Set in his ways,” you answer.

“Think he’ll be gone a while?” Ezra asks, taking a step closer to you.

“Probably. Karga talks a lot.”

“Better for us,” he says, slipping his arm around your waist, “I got a way to keep us busy. What do you say, gem?”

For a long time, you were attracted to Din but he never seemed to show you any signs of affection. So, you let your silly little crush die out. But here’s Ezra who has no problem showing you and telling you how much he wants you. You can’t deny that he’s attractive. His loquacious way of… never shutting up has a strange hold on you.

“Why not?” you smirk, “Where do you want to-”

“Oh, I thought about that,” he says, pulling you to the refresher.

The door closes behind you and he says, “Bend over for me, gem.”

You do as you’re told, watching him sink to the floor in the reflection in the mirror. He pulls your pants and underwear down in one clean motion, coaxing you to spread your thighs a little. His tongue grazes your cunt, causing you to jolt a bit in shock.

“L-Like this?” you ask with a shaky breath, painfully aware of how close you are to the mirror; aware of every detail on your face as you’re being pleasured.

“Mhm, just like that, gem. Want you to watch your pretty face as you cum,” he hums against your thigh before going back in for another lick at your cunt.

“O-Okay,” you breathe out.

He buries his face in between your thighs, nose rubbing against your cunt. He wraps his arm around your legs, pulling you taut against his face. As he eats you out, your knees buckle underneath you. Your body shudders while pleasure builds in your core and threatens to spill over. A moan escapes your lips and you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, the tingling feeling about to break loose. But just when you’re about to cum, Ezra pulls his face back, planting kisses on the back of your thigh.

“Doin’ so good for me, gem. Makin’ all those pretty sounds for me. But you better be keepin’ those eyes open, got it?”

“Mhm,” you moan.

“Yes, sir,” he corrects, nipping at your thigh.

You let out a sharp gasp followed by a meek, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he says against your cunt, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He returns to licking, lapping, and pleasuring your cunt. Soon enough, the small refresher is filled with your moans and squelching, wet sounds of Ezra eating you out. And this time, he lets you have it– your orgasm. Your cunt flutters around nothing, muscles contracting and releasing erratically. Your wetness soaks his face and your knees threaten to fully give out underneath you.

Once you’re done coming, he rises from the floor, helping you stay stable on your feet before you reach down to pull up your pants. Before you can even address what just happened, you hear the sound of the Razor Crest’s exit ramp being lowered. You hastily grab a towel and hand it to Ezra to wipe his face before dashing out of the refresher. Din catches the tail end of both of you leaving, tilting his helmet to the side.

“Oh, I was just showing him how to use the refresher,” you say quickly as Din seals the Crest.

“They don’t work like that where I’m from,” Ezra says, “And we usually just call ‘em bathrooms.”

“Bathrooms?” Din says, thinking nothing of you and Ezra being cramped into the small refresher together.

“Bathrooms,” Ezra affirms.

“That makes no sense. You’re not taking a bath every time you go in there,” Din says, walking past Ezra towards the ladder to the cockpit.

“That’s just what we call ‘em,” Ezra shrugs.

“So, did you pick up a job?” you ask, changing the subject.

“Mhm. We’re off to Tatooine tomorrow,” he says, climbing up the ladder and getting settled in the cockpit.

“Oh, okay… Well, goodnight,” you call up to him.

“G’night, Din,” Ezra says.

Ezra shoots you a suggestive smirk as both of you head to the bunk, crawling into the cramped space. You both rest on your sides, his body pressed up against yours. You just assumed you would go to sleep now, but the bulge poking your ass says otherwise.

“What do you say we pick up where we left off?” Ezra whispers in your ear.

“Sounds good to me” you giggle.

He shifts to the edge of the cot, resting on his knees.

“Hands and knees, gem,” he commands.

You move to rest on all fours. Ezra hastily pulls your pants and underwear down again, just low enough for him to gain access to your cunt that’s still soaked. You shudder as his hand collects some of your wetness, slathering his cock and thrusting into you. A deep moan escapes your lips, prompting Ezra to say, “Shh, gem. Can’t let the tin man hear us.”

You nod and bite your lip, doing your best to stay quiet as Ezra rails you. His cock expands your walls with each thrust, hitting the deepest, most pleasurable angles inside you. It’s been so long since you’d had sex since working with Din and your body needed this. Ezra feels your cunt clench around him, knowing you’re on the edge of release.

He leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Gonna cum for me already, gem?”

“Mhm,” you whisper, choking back a moan.

“Do it,” he softly commands, slamming his lips into you.

You cum around his cock, reveling in the feeling of being full finally. Your orgasm triggers his own, spilling his cum inside you. He does his best to bite back his sounds of pleasure as he pants your walls, thrusting into you one final time before pulling out. You collapse against the bunk, truly spent. Ezra returns to his position beside you, pulling up your pants as you nestle yourself against him.

“Get some sleep, gem. You had a big night,” Ezra whispers.

You nod and feel sleep start to settle in but before you’re out, you whisper, “Welcome to the team, Ez.”

He chuckles against you, kissing your head before the both of you fall asleep.

That night was the start of your sexual relationship with Ezra. You two found time to fit in sex whenever Din wasn’t around, which was hard. Especially considering the cramped nature of the Razor Crest. There were a few close calls, times where you both were convinced Din caught you. But he never said anything, continuing like normal. So, you and Ezra told yourselves you were in the clear.

That couldn’t be farther from the truth. The reality is that Din had caught you. He just didn’t make his presence known until you were done. He would hide quietly, listening to the way you were being fucked in his bunk. It made his cock twitch in his fight suit. He would listen to your moans in the refresher, listen to the way you rode Ezra’s cock in the cockpit– he listened to it all. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his cock out, stroking it as he eavesdropped on you and Ezra. But he could never bring himself to tell you that he caught you, wanting to keep his dirty little secret to himself. As far as he was concerned, you were getting off and so was he. Why mess up a good system; a well-oiled machine?

It’s been a few standard weeks since Ezra joined the crew. Din’s walking back from the Guild, bounty puck in hand with your next destination. He thinks about how you and Ezra are probably glued to each other right now. The thought makes his cock hard but now’s not the time. It’s time to head to Sorgan.

He lowers the exit ramp and heads inside, just like always you and Ezra are far away from each other but sweaty and flustered as if you hastily pulled yourselves apart.

“Get ready to take off,” Din says.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Sorgan,” he replies.

“Never been,” you say, climbing up the ladder to the cockpit. Ezra follows behind you, sitting in one of the passenger seats.

“It’s a primitive place. But I have contacts there. Maybe we can all sleep in a real bed before heading back to Nevarro,” Din says.

“You know someone there?” you ask as Din prepares the Crest for takeoff.

“Yep. The kid and I stayed with a nice widow for a few weeks,” Din says, turning to look at you.

An unreadable expression washes over your face as you think about what he just said. He doesn’t quite understand what’s so confusing about what he told you but he turns his chair back to the control panel and takes off.

The truth is… you’re seething with jealousy. What do you mean he stayed with a widow? For a few weeks, too. Your mind is already going to the worst possible conclusion– that he fucked that widow. And you couldn’t be more jealous; couldn’t be more mad at him. You’ve been practically throwing yourself at him since you started working together. When he didn’t pick up on your advances, you just assumed he wasn’t a very sexual person. But he can stay with a woman for weeks at a time?? And feel comfortable enough to reconnect with her again?? You’re pissed.

You look out the window into the abyss of space, saying nothing more for the rest of the journey.

Once Din lands on Sorgan he sets off to capture the bounty, leaving you and Ezra alone in the Crest.

“We’ll head into the village when I’m back,” Din says, turning and leaving, his cape billowing in the wind.

You say nothing, sitting on a crate in the storage area of the Crest with your arms folded. Ezra sits beside you, hand running up your thigh.

“Wanna get busy?” he asks suggestively.

“No. Not in the mood,” you say coldly.

Ezra moves to the floor, kneeling before you and looking up at you.

“What’s wrong, gem? You’ve been so quiet ever since Din told us we were coming here.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you grumble.

“Don’t be cryptic with me, gem. I know you’re bothered by something,” he says softly.

“Fine,” you sigh, “I’m just… jealous.”

“About the widow?”

“Yeah… How’d you know?”

“Figured as much. Anyone with a set of eyes can see you have feelings for Din.”

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Now now. You don’t know that for sure. I get the sense that the tin man isn’t… in touch with his feelings.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that,” you chuckle.

“All I know is that I’m real fond of you, gem,” he says, interlocking his hand with yours.

“I know… I feel the same way… Which is why I should just forget about him,” you decide. You lean forward and kiss him before deciding to spend your time just leaning against each other on the crates.

Soon enough, Din returns with the bounty, a big, burly human male. He shoves the bounty into the carbonite freezer before leading the way to the village. As you walk there, Ezra says, “You know… This place isn’t too much different than the Green.”

“How so?” you ask.

“The forest,” he says.

“Is it nice? You know, to be reminded of the Green?”

“Not really. The air was toxic and I was stranded there for Kevva knows how long.”

“Kevva?” you ask.

“Kevva is like… the Maker for your folk.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, not asking any more questions. The more you learn about him and where he came from the more confused you get.

Eventually, you reach the outskirts of the village and as soon as people notice Din, they swarm him.

“The Mandalorian is back!”

“He came back for us!”

“Does he have the baby?”

Groups of men, women, and children surround him. But one woman with long dark hair just smiles softly at him, approaching him once the commotion dies down. You assume this has to be the widow by the way she seems so enamored with him.

“Welcome back,” she says. Once she’s noticed you and Ezra she says, “And you brought friends.”

He introduces you and Ezra to the woman and you learn her name is Omera.

“No Cara this time?” she asks.

Another woman? What the kriff??

“No Cara this time,” he affirms.

“Well you’re still welcomed here just the same,” she says.

The sun is starting to set and the sky is turning brilliant shades of pink and purple.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could we stay here for the night before we leave in the morning?”

“Of course,” she says, turning and leading you further into the village. Watching them interact makes your stomach swirl with jealousy but you try to remind yourself of what Ezra said earlier. But it’s not hard to react to the way she smiles at him, the way she grabs his arm, and the way he seems so comfortable with her.

“How much space do you need? I assume you want a place for yourself so you can remove your helmet,” she says as you walk.

“Two huts would be fine. Thank you,” Din says. She nods and leads you to the first one, giving it to you and Ezra.

“See you in the morning, tin man,” Ezra says, bidding Din goodnight. Omera chuckles at the nickname and leads Din to his hut. Your fists clench and unclench at your sides as you watch them disappear deeper into the village.

“Come on, gem,” Ezra says, grabbing your hand and bringing you into the hut. There are two cots inside you know you’ll only need one. You sit down on one of them and Ezra sits beside you.

“Let’s get busy,” Ezra purrs in your ear.

You shiver and say, “Kriff yes,” palming the growing bulge in Ezra’s pants. You move to the floor, kneeling before him. But Ezra stands up, wanting to tower over you as you suck him off. You pull his cock out of his pants, cupping his balls and kissing his groin. He groans and throws his head back in pleasure, reaching his arm up to one of the wood beams on the ceiling. You take him in your mouth, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and keeping the other hand cupping his balls. You suck your cheeks in and keep your tongue flat on the underside of his cock. The new, more intense sensation has him cursing under his breath.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Just like that, gem,” he moans, smirking down at you. You hum, sending waves of pleasure down his shaft. He lets out another moan, this one deeper and louder than the last. But both of you freeze when you suddenly hear a twig snap outside.

“Who’s there?” Ezra calls out. You swear you hear a modulated sigh.

“Din?”

No reply.

“Come on, Din. I know you’re there. Just come inside,” Ezra says. Before you have time to take his cock out of your mouth and protest, Din enters the hut with a bulge in his flight suit.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Ezra laughs. You take his cock out of your mouth and keep your gaze off of Din. Ezra notices the bulge in Din’s flight suit, too, and puts two and two together.

“How long you been spyin’ on us?”

“Wait what?” you ask, looking up at Ezra and glancing over at Din.

“What? I have not. I-” Din starts but Ezra cuts him off.

“Might as well tell the truth. Get everything out on the table,” Ezra smirks.

“For the past few weeks,” Din admits.

Your mouth falls open in shock. It’s only been a few weeks since Ezra joined your crew. Has he been listening in on you this whole time?

“Well, stop watching and join us,” Ezra says.

You look back up at Ezra, prompting him to add, “Well only if it’s okay with you, gem. Though I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this…”

“Waiting?” Din asks.

“Oh, yeah. This one’s been pining for you from the start. You’ve just been too dumb to notice. That helmet must be too thick,” Ezra chuckles.

“You have?” Din asks, his visor fixed on you.

You’re too embarrassed to answer so Ezra does for you.

“She’s wanted you this whole time, tin man. Just fix this by joining us.”

Ezra lets go of the wooden beam above him and reaches down to grab your chin.

“Think you took care of me long enough, gem. What do you say I eat that pretty pussy of yours?” Ezra says, swiping away the mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva dripping down your chin with his thumb.

You nod and rise from the floor, shedding your clothes. You lie down on the cot, goosebumps prickling your skin as both men tower over you. Ezra moves to the foot of the cot and kneels, hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you into his face. He moans at your taste, licking at your wet cunt while Din stands by your side, stroking his cock. You look over at it and somehow it’s everything you imagined it would be; long, thick, and uncut. Pre-cum beads at the head of Din’s cock, spreading down his shaft as he strokes himself. You pull your gaze from Din as Ezra flicks his tongue around your clit, looking up at you with a mischievous look in his eye. He pulls away for a second to kiss your thigh and tease Din because he can truly never shut up.

“Bet you wish you could have a taste, don’t you, Din?”

Din lets out a strained moan, cursing under his breath.

“Yes…” he admits.

“Let me help you out with that,” Ezra smirks.

Ezra slides two fingers into you without warning, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. He curls his fingers before pulling them out, taking a large amount of your wetness with them. He stands and walks over to Din, holding his hand out.

“Try it for yourself,” Ezra says slyly, “You don’t have to take off your helmet. I know you got a creed and all.”

With a shaky hand, Din lifts his helmet, just enough to expose his mouth. You feel rude trying to sneak a glance but how can you not watch Din sucking your wetness off of Ezra’s fingers. Ezra places his fingers in Din’s mouth, watching as he tastes your slick. He pulls his fingers from Din’s mouth and Din lowers his helmet again.

“What do you think? Tastes real good, doesn’t it?” Ezra says.

“So sweet,” Din moans.

“See, gem. Look what you do to us,” Ezra chuckles, returning to his place on the floor.

He swirls his tongue around your clit and replaces his fingers inside you. You look back over at Din whose gaze is fixed on you, hand wrapped around his cock, jerking off to the sigh of Ezra eating you out. You cum hard against Ezra’s face and hand, moaning so pretty for both of your men. Ezra moans at the feeling of his face getting soaked, letting you ride out your orgasm on his fingers before pulling them out of you. He stands and looks over at Din.

“You fuck her since I’ve been doing it this whole time already,” Ezra says.

Din nods and takes Ezra's place at the foot of the cot. You inch up a bit so he has room to situate himself between your thighs. He thrusts into you slowly, face to face with his visor. You gasp as he expands your walls, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you. The modulated moans slipping out from under his helmet only make you more and more turned on. He slams his hips into you repeatedly, building up your pleasure higher until it feels like it’s coming to a head. Off to the side, you hear Ezra jerking off and moaning but you keep your eyes locked on Din and the way he’s fucking you relentlessly.

“Din, I’m gonna cum,” you moan.

“Let me feel it, cyar’ika,” he commands.

With one final slam of his hips into you, you’re coming around his cock. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. He cums, too, his orgasm triggered by the way you convulse around him. His thrusts become sloppier until he stops, waiting until every last drop of his cum is released inside you. He pulls out and stands up, looking down at your cunt and the mess you made.

“That was quite a show you two put on,” Ezra says, still standing beside you and stroking his cock, “Think you can help me out here, gem?”

You nod and sit up, taking his cock in your mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to cum. He brought himself to the brink of orgasm watching Din fuck you. You swallow his release, taking on the other man’s cum. But once he’s done he pulls himself out of your mouth and smirks at the both of you.

“That was a long time coming,” he says, sitting down on the other cot.

You lie down on the cot and try to catch your breath, exhausted from the evening’s activities.

“You need to rest, cyar’ika,” Din says, kneeling beside you.

“Stay with us,” Ezra says.

“Yeah, Din, stay with us,” you plead, making room for him on the cot.

He pauses for a moment but ultimately decides he wants to sleep with you, wanting to feel your body pressed up against his.

“Why not?” he says, scooching in beside you.

“Same time tomorrow night?” Ezra asks.

“Sounds good to me,” you say.

“Deal,” Din says.

“Goodnight, team!” Ezra chuckles.

And with that, you all fall asleep satisfied with the night’s events and happy that the tension has finally dissipated.

End note: Lmao it was the part where Ezra gathers the readers wetness on his fingers and Din lifts up his helmet slightly to get a taste ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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messy-gemini1 · 9 months

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Imagine dating both Alucard and abridged Alucard

imagine it's just a normal day for the Hellsing Manor. You're doing your normal routine cleaning up the integra's off while She sits at her desk and does her paperwork.

Until Seras barges in, holding Two Alucard's. Your eyes widen and the broom falls from your hands. One had a huge grin on his face, while the other stands there with an irritated look.

"what. the. fuck" is all you can say. The one with the grin seems to smile more you. "ah! now who is this ravishing, little slut" He says, you knew right away he was not your Alucard. He's voice was slightly different and his language that of an immature teenager who just figured out he could curse.

Your Alucard, who seemed to not like the idea of his imposter calling you names, immediately pulls his pistols out. Tone harsh and cold "what did you call my Darling?" He growls. Seras quickly tries to defuse the situation while You and Integra stand there with shocked faces.

______

It took some time to get used to having two Alucard's. apparently, the imposter who you named Card, lost his Y/n before they could have a relationship. That made you slightly sympathetic for him. Alucard did NOT like having another him around, especially someone who was so foul mouthed to you. He slowly grew accustom to it.

Especially when it made you so happy to have two vampires swoon over you and pamper you with kisses early in the morning.

Not to mention the bedroom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alucard is soft and gentle, whereas card is brash and rough. You have the best of both worlds in the bedroom, and both are absolutely kings at aftercare. Theyll clean you up, make sure you're comfortable, making you a hot bath or whatever you need before cuddling you to sleep.

Conversation with Card is weird, his universe is very chaotic, not at all what you assumed from your own dimension.

"soo...you only turned seras for..." "her big tits, yup ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) "

You can only blink at him, wondering how exactly his mind works. Integra HATES having two vampires. when their together, Cards energy starts to interfere with Alucard's before their both being dipshits and fucking shit up.

It's like having Twin toddlers running amok the manor. Seras is constantly confused, she has no idea who's who until one of them is calling her things like 'sugar tits' or something provocative, then she threatens to call you and the two seem to immediately coward away.

Card is not one to go against your fury, even in his own universe before your death, you could scare the devil himself and it appears the same is in this universe.

_______

Sometimes, at night when Alucard is on a mission, you and card take night walks around the garden. He becomes...softer. Sadder. He talks about missing you in his world, how he should have told you how he felt before your death. You only frown, holding his hand in your own..

You know he'll have to return to his own world soon, and that breaks you. because you've grown so used to your banter with him and Alucard. None the less, you enjoy your time with him the best you can.

Alucard won't admit it, but he enjoys having another version of him around. He and card actually fucked Infront of you before, for your enjoyment of course, but that stays in the bedroom.

Alucard enjoys having someone who can match his strength and his power.

When the day comes to say goodbye to card, you're trying not to cry, handing him a small bracelet with yours and Alucard's name on it. Card scoffs and says his not a child, but you don't miss the way his eyes turn glossy and how he tucks the gift into his coat.

Your two vampires shake hands, staring into each other eyes almost talking to each other telepathically. Afterwards, Card gets down on one knee, cupping your face and gently kissing you goodbye, gently wiping your tears as he does so.

"I will not forget the love you have given me, i know if My Y/n were to still be living. She would be Just like you" he says, and for the first time...he's serious. no jokes, jabs or provocative language.

You can only smile as Alucard tugs you back to his hip, smiling. "it was a pleasure to get to know you..." he rumbles out to his counterpart as he leaves through the wormhole, his grin the last thing you see before it closes and it's just you and Alucard standing in the night..

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you slowly learn to move on from having Card in your life, everything of his you owned being boxed up and hidden away into the back shelf of the closet. Both you and Alucard sometimes sit in the garden at night, wondering how Card is doing and if he's safe, his time with you affected the way you both feel. Alucard misses his brash behavior and the way it would turn his master red. But he also misses how happy he saw you with having him around.

Soon, it becomes a distant memory you both share, especially once Alucard turns you, as time goes on. You learn to hold his memory close and continue your lives together...

A/: aint gonna lie, i started crying writing this

#hellsing #hellsing alucard #hellsing ultimate #hellsing x reader #alucard x reader #hellsing abridged #abridged alucard #alucard hellsing

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genshinluvr · 11 months

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Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You have a dream about having the steamiest makeout session with the Aeon of Destruction. Your dreams about Nanook and your interaction with the nine men make you question your feelings for the men. Not only were you the one questioning how you felt toward the nine men, but they began to question it as well. Yes, they have feelings for you, but how much longer can these men bury their feelings for you?

Note: This was posted later than usual because I kept changing the title of this fic because it didn't match up with the story. I'm not sure how I feel about the current title I picked out for it. I do plan on writing smut for the Honkai Star Rail men soon, but I'm not sure who! I have made a poll, and I will link it down below for you guys to vote on who you want to be the first person to start off the HSR smut :> I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Suggestive themes at the beginning with Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word Count: 6.4k

Hands slither from your waist to your chest, groping and massaging them. Lips pressing against your neck, peppering small kisses from the base of your neck to where your neck and shoulder meet. The person before you opens their mouth, lightly biting down on your neck, causing you to let out a small gasp. You feel the person smile against your neck as they continue to suck on your neck while groping your chest through your shirt. You wrap your arms around the person’s waist, pulling them close to your body.

“Nanook,” you whisper, closing your eyes while biting on your bottom lip.

Nanook hums against your neck, burying his face into your neck while pressing his body up against yours. You gasp when the back of your knees hit your bed, causing you to fall down, bringing Nanook with you. Nanook kneels on your bed while caging you against your bed, gazing down at you with an amused look.

“Well, aren’t you a needy one,” Nanook chuckles, pinching your cheeks with a wide smile.

You pucker your lips and grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his before pulling Nanook down. Nanook snorts and tilts your head up, pressing feathery kisses on your face before trailing down your neck. You wrap your arms around Nanook’s waist, tangling your fingers in Nanook’s soft hair.

“Wow, your hair is surprisingly soft,” you murmur into Nanook’s ears.

Nanook chuckles before biting down on your neck. Hard. You yelp and jolt in Nanook’s arms, turning to look at the Aeon with an incredulous look. Nanook chuckles, continuing to bury his face into your neck, licking and kissing the spot where he had bitten you. You grumble and lightly tap the back of Nanook’s head, earning a chuckle from the Aeon.

Nanook hums before laying on top of you, trapping you between your bed and his body. Nanook wraps both arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body. Nanook turns your head to the side, the tip of your nose rubbing up against his. Nanook closes his eyes before pressing his lips against yours, wrapping your legs around his waist. Nanook shifts around on your bed and accidentally grinds his hips against your core. You let out a choked gasp, digging your nails into his back.

Nanook chuckles against your neck. “I love it when you make that sound,” Nanook murmurs against the base of your neck. “I wonder what other sounds I can coax out of you.”

Nanook’s hands slide up your shirt, grabbing a handful of your chest and squeezing them. You bite on your bottom lip, trying to hold back a whimper when Nanook squeezes your chest hard. Nanook begins pulling at your shirt, tempted to tear it off your body. Before things can go any further, a knock coming from the door snaps you out of your lusty haze.

“[Y/N]? Are you awake yet? It’s almost twelve in the afternoon!”

You look at Nanook, who slowly moves off you with a sigh. Nanook smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead. You continue to lay in your bed, closing your eyes with defeat. Nanook strokes your hair before pressing another kiss on the side of your head. You crack your eyes open and gaze at the Aeon before you.

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” Nanook murmurs.

You frown and slowly nod. Your vision slowly turns black as Nanook fades away. The door slams wide open, and you jolt up. At the entrance of your room stands March, Dan Heng, and Caelus. You blink and look around your room in a daze, your face feeling hot when you feel a familiar ache between your legs. Did you have an almost wet dream about Nanook, or was it actually happening with Nanook, but in your mind? That didn’t make sense, but you get the jist.

The trio crowd into your room while you try to compose yourself. You hug your knees to your chest, trying to even out your breath. Whatever happened between you and Nanook— dream or mental communication, you can’t help but feel very sexually frustrated. Damn, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus, for interrupting the moment between you and the Aeon.

You rub your eyes and shift around on your bed, almost visibly wincing when you feel that your underwear is damp. Looks like you’ll be showering earlier than usual. March and Caelus plop on your bed while Dan Heng stands at the end of your bed.

“You slept for so long that Mr. Yang wanted us to go and check up on you,” Dan Heng says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You blink at the raven-haired man sleepily. You’re still not fully awake from your slumber, nor are you mentally there at the moment. You keep thinking about the situation between you and Nanook. It makes you wonder how good in bed Nanook is despite you not meeting the Aeon in person yet. Nanook said you’ll be seeing each other in person soon, but how soon exactly?

You reply, “I usually sleep in. I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Caelus peeks at you, noticing fine lines beneath your eyes. Caelus reaches toward your face and rubs the bag under your eyes. “You look a little bit distraught. Are you okay? You didn’t have a nightmare, did you?” Caelus asks.

You smile at Caelus and shake your head. You didn’t have a nightmare, but you sure did have a nice “dream” before being rudely awoken by March knocking on your bedroom door and shouting from behind the door. While you didn’t have a nightmare, you’re not going to be telling March, Dan Heng, and Caelus about your “wet dream” about Nanook. Speaking of Nanook, what will happen if you see the Aeon in person? Are you two going to continue where you have left off before being interrupted by March?

March waves her hands in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You keep daydreaming, [Y/N]! Are you thinking about someone?” March asks, poking you with a teasing smile.

You scoff and swat March’s hand away from your face. “Me? Thinking about someone? The only thing I’m thinking about is going back to sleep.”

March groans and rolls her eyes. “Of course, that’s going to be something you’re thinking about, [Y/N],” March huffs.

You plop back on your bed and pull your blanket over your body. At least, that’s what you thought was going to happen. Instead, your blanket was caught under March and Caelus, causing your hand to slip and for you to punch yourself in the face. You yelp and cover your face with your hands, groaning in pain while curling up into a ball.

Someone clutches your shoulders, pulling you into a sitting position. You embrace the area you accidentally punched yourself, groaning and leaning against the person holding you. The person has you close to their chest, one hand over your head.

“Are you alright? Do you need any medical attention?” Mr. Yang asks, looking down at you.

When did he arrive in your room? You didn’t even notice Mr. Yang was standing at the entrance of your room when you plopped back on your bed and tried to throw the blanket over your body. The brown-haired man witnessed it happen, and you couldn’t be even more embarrassed than you already were.

You rest your head against Mr. Yang’s chest, shaking your head with your bottom lip jutting out. “I don’t need medical attention. What I do need is to go back to sleep and a bag of ice to ice the area where I punched myself,” you reply, peeking up at the brown-haired man.

You made a fool of yourself in front of the three attractive men and March. March is used to you making a fool of yourself. She likes to document it when she can and would tease you about being a mess around the men you find attractive. You continued to rest against Mr. Yang, sniffling playfully while March went to grab a bag of ice for you to ice the swollen area. You’re hoping you don’t look like a chipmunk as the day goes by.

When March returned to your room with a bag of ice in her hands, you pressed the ice pack against your cheek while nestling up in Mr. Yang’s arms. You didn’t want to leave his arms. It feels nice to be held by someone as handsome as Mr. Yang. Not only that, but Mr. Yang smells really good.

“You smell really good, Mr. Yang,” you mutter mindlessly.

March raises her eyebrows at you. “What was that? Care to repeat it to the class, [Y/N]?” March asks, giving you a shit-eating grin.

You stare at March before rolling out from Mr. Yang’s arms and lying on your bed. What’s there to be ashamed of? You weren’t wrong when you said that Mr. Yang smells good, and he does! Gosh, you can just bury your face into his chest and breathe in his cologne. Aside from March, you’re just hoping that Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, and Caelus didn’t hear you say that.

You know that March heard what you said, and you’re really hoping that none of the three men heard what you said. But since you were in Mr. Yang’s arms, you have an inkling feeling that he heard everything you said about how he smelled good. You stare at Mr. Yang as he sits on the edge of your bed, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose before brushing his hair back and away from his face.

Caelus lays beside you, poking your cheek. “You’re staring, you know that, right?” Caelus whispers.

You snap out of your daydream and look at Caelus with a blank stare. “Yeah, it’s what I do before I start falling asleep,” you lie.

Dan Heng raises his eyebrows. “Is that so? If that’s the case, then I think we should start dragging you out of bed before you can go back to sleep,” Dan Heng says.

You groan in response. You’re not in the mood to get up from bed and be active for today. You want to laze around and do nothing. Maybe think about what Nanook would do to you if you two were to meet in person. How much longer do you have to wait to meet Nanook?

“I don’t feel like changing. Is it okay if I just brush my hair and teeth?” You grumble, getting off your bed.

Mr. Yang chuckles, shaking his head. “You dress however you want, [Y/N]. We’re not going to dictate how you should and should not dress,” Mr. Yang replies, patting the top of your head.

You sigh in relief and smile at the older man before you. You’re wearing shorts and a tank top with a cardigan. It’s comfortable, you can move around freely, and you won’t be overheating like last time. While you’re comfortable, you’re not sure how you’d feel when you all arrive in Belobog. You’re starting to get used to the weather in Belobog, but you do get cold from time to time.

March pokes your arm. “Are you sure you want to dress like that? You wore layers to Belobog last time, and you continued to shiver like a chihuahua,” March comments.

You shrug. “I’m honestly too lazy to change out of what I’m wearing right now. If I end up being cold and I’m suffering, then someone can warm me up,” you reply, walking toward the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

It’s not like March had an issue with you wearing the clothes you have on currently. Watching you unknowingly tantalize nine men (and maybe ten if she’s counting Nanook, but since she has yet to see the Aeon of Destruction, she won’t be counting the Aeon) with your shorts, tank top, and a slightly oversized cardigan is something March would pay to watch while snacking on some popcorn.

Then again, even if you were to cover up and wear something that doesn’t show skin, these men cannot keep their eyes off you. They never make it creepy. It’s more of those subtle yet longing gazes where they stare at you like you hung the stars and moon in the skies for them. Ironically enough, out of all the shining stars in the universe, you shine the brightest among the billions of stars.

Once the bathroom door closes, March turns to look at the three men with a smirk on her face. The three men collectively stare at March with varied expressions— unamused, blank, and awkward. March lets out a ‘hmph,’ leaning on one leg while crossing her arms over her chest.

“What do you guys think of [Y/N]? They’re pretty cute, aren’t they?” March asks. “I’m surprised no one has hit on them yet.”

Mr. Yang raises his eyebrows at March as the pink-haired girl continues to ramble on. Dan Heng and Caelus glance over at one another. They (Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, Luocha, Jing Yuan, Blade, Luka, Sampo, Gepard, and Caelus) agree you’re cute. Even Nanook agrees. But none of them have made a move on you just yet because, well, they still have yet to know you. They wanted to get to know you more, and since their journey among the stars has yet to come to an end, they have plenty of time to get to know you!

“Until [Y/N] gets sent back to their world without notice,” March comments.

Mr. Yang sighs. “I don’t think that’ll happen any time soon, March. Nanook brought [Y/N] into our world. It’s very unlikely Nanook is going to send them back to their world,” Mr. Yang says.

March huffs and puckers her lips. Mr. Yang wasn’t wrong about how unlikely it is for Nanook to return you back to your world. Nanook is the reason why you’re in their world in the first place.

The Aeon of Destruction has taken a liking to you and desired to be with you. It’s a bit strange how Nanook has taken a liking to you but has yet to appear in front of you in person. The Aeon of Destruction has only appeared “in front” of you in your dreams and communicates with you through your dreams. Never in person. Is it even possible for Nanook to be in the same place as you while you’re awake?

March rolls her eyes. “Well, if none of you are going to make a move on [Y/N], then watch the Aeon of Destruction snatch [Y/N] up. Heck, maybe someone that’s not part of the Astral Express, the Xianzhou Luofu, the Stellaron Hunters, and Belobog will start chatting [Y/N] up!” March throws her hands in the air out of frustration.

Dan Heng opens his mouth to retort, but the bathroom door opens, and you step out while stretching your arms in the air and yawning. You’re semi-wide awake and ready to explore Belobog and the Xianzhou Luofu. All you need is coffee to keep you up for who knows how long, and then you should be good to go! Hopefully, because you’re still thinking about the “dream” you had about Nanook.

Caelus smiles at you as you approach the four of them. “Are you ready to go? Sampo’s been whining about waiting for a while just to see you,” Caelus says, smirking at you.

“Oh? Is Sampo going to finally take me out on that date he claimed he’s going to take me on?” You sassed, propping your hand on your hips.

March looks at you with surprise while Mr. Yang and Caelus look at you blankly. Then there’s Dan Heng. Dan Heng looks like he’s in shock, almost. Dan Heng’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline after hearing your sassy response to Caelus’ comment.

“What date? This is news to us,” Dan Heng says, narrowing his eyes at you.

You push past the group, walking over to where your phone is charging. You unlock your phone, unplug your phone, and begin searching for the text message between you and Sampo. Aside from Sampo, the other men on your contact list have made it their obligation to text you every day, no matter how far you are from them. Then there’s Luka, who would send you progress pictures of himself in the gym or at the Boulder Town Super League after defeating an opponent of his.

You pull up the text message between you and Sampo before showing the text messages to your traveling companions. While reading through the messages, you received an attachment from Luka. Caelus and March glance at each other before March presses on the notification. Lo and behold, it’s Luka sending another mirror selfie, only it’s of him wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The towel hangs low at his hips, water dripping down his bare chiseled chest, showing off his six-pack abs.

March looks at you, dead in the eyes, before saying, “I’m starting to think you and this Luka guy have something going on because who sends that many shirtless selfies?” March snorts.

You blink at March before snatching your phone from Caelus’ grasp. “And how can that happen when I’m traveling back and forth from Belobog to the Xianzhou Luofu on the Astral Express with you guys?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the pink-haired girl. “Besides, he unintentionally hit me in the face and knocked me out with his metal prosthetic arm.”

March scrunches her face and rubs the area where the arm had flown at you a few weeks ago. “How’s it feeling? You’re lucky you didn’t get a concussion from that thing! The only thing you got was a goose egg and a bruise,” March comments.

You snort and rub the spot where the bump was. March was exaggerating when she called it a goose egg. The bump wasn’t nearly as big, and you’re grateful that the bump wasn’t the size of an actual goose egg or a baseball. That would’ve been awful, and you would’ve locked yourself in your room if it was that big.

You remember that day very clearly when you and Yanqing arrived at the Xianzhou Luofu. Everyone looked horrified and worried, whereas Blade looked like he was going to burst out laughing. Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade, and Mr. Yang gave Blade an earful for having to stifle his laughter after seeing you with an ice bag pressing against the bruised area.

You clear your throat, gesturing for them to follow you out of your bedroom. “My head is feeling fine, I promise. I’m just relieved that Natasha told me I didn’t get a concussion. Although I’m pretty sure I lost a couple of brain cells after that incident,” you reply.

While the Astral Express is stopping by Jarilo-VI and the Xianzhou Luofu, you’re not entirely sure how long the Astral Express will be staying in these areas. You assume it’s going to be like the usual stop where you, March, Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, and Caelus hang around in Belobog for a few hours before boarding the Astral Express and heading to the Xianzhou Luofu afterward. Either way, you’re just hoping the thought of your and Nanook’s interaction isn’t going to distract you the entire time you’re hanging out with the others.

Once the Astral Express docked in Jarilo-VI, you and your Astral Express traveling companions stepped off the Astral Express to see Gepard, Sampo, and Luka waiting for you guys. Sampo’s eyes brighten when he sees you, and a big smile stretches across his face as he bolts toward your direction with glee. Hearing a rush of footsteps heading in your and your Astral Express traveling companion’s direction, you look up to see Sampo running toward you at full speed. Your eyes light up, and you smile at Sampo, waving at the indigo-haired man.

“Sampo! It’s good to see you agai—”

You’re cut off by Sampo tackling you in a hug and spinning you around. You grunt and wrap your arms around Sampo’s neck, trying not to fall over after he has tackled you in a hug. You bury your face into his surprisingly soft hair while he spins you around with a joyful laugh.

Sampo puts you down and hugs you to his chest. “Gumdrop, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you!” Sampo whines, resting his cheek on your head with a pout on his face.

“Oh? You have? How much did you miss me?” You tease Sampo, poking his cheek with your pointer finger.

Gepard and Luka approach you and Sampo. Dan Heng and Caelus sigh, almost rolling their eyes when Sampo gives you a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You groan and wipe Sampo’s saliva off your cheek while the indigo-haired man grins at you. March makes a face and looks at Mr. Yang, who is busy surveying the area.

March wasn’t sure if Mr. Yang was actually checking the surroundings or if he did it to distract himself from witnessing Sampo being all lovey-dovey toward you. Either way, March could see the steam coming from Mr. Yang’s ears if she were to squint really hard and look very closely.

Luka snorts and props his hands on his hips. “Sampo wouldn’t stop talking about you, but I don’t blame him since you’re a cute one,” says Luka, sending a wink in your direction.

Gepard sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sampo, you can’t hoard [Y/N] to yourself. At least let us greet them as well,” Gepard mutters, narrowing his eyes at the merchant.

Sampo grumbles under his breath and reluctantly lets go of you. You pat Sampo’s head and walk over to Luka and Gepard, greeting the two men. The weather in Belobog feels nice, and you weren’t complaining about the temperature. For once, it feels warm to you. Almost too warm. It feels like summer is approaching, and you’re not looking forward to being covered in a thin layer of sweat while the humidity sticks to your body like a second skin.

You look at Gepard. “How are you not sweating in that thing? Is it not hot for you?” You ask, fanning yourself with your hand.

Luka snorts and runs his fingers through his hair. “You think this is hot? This is normal weather for summer in Belobog!” Luka interjects, propping his hands on his hips with a smirk stretching across his face.

Gepard sighs, feeling the breeze blow in the air. “It’s not too bad here. I believe this is the highest it’ll be in Belobog for today. If you’d like, we can grab something to eat to cool you down. I notice you’re not wearing layers like last time, and I’m glad you decide to wear something that’ll help you cool down at a time like this,” says Gepard.

You look at Gepard with a teasing smile, pressing your hand against your chest. “Gepard, are you asking me out on a date?”

Gepard’s eyes widen, and he looks away, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turning red. Sampo gasps dramatically before clinging to your side, bemoaning about how he wanted to be the one to take you out on a date instead. Sampo drapes himself over your shoulders, his face burying into the crook of your neck.

“Gumdrop! I was the first one to ask you out on a date! You can scurry off with another man! Especially when he’s a Landau and is the Captain of the Silvermane Guards!” Sampo whines, sniffling dramatically while wiping away his nonexistent tears.

March, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang trade looks with each other while remaining silent. You pat Sampo’s head, chuckling to yourself. You love messing with Sampo. The man is fun to mess with, and the way he reacts is adorable. You can’t help but want to tease him while he pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, relax, Sampo. I was merely teasing Gepard! Plus, he offered to take us somewhere to eat before you did,” you tease, poking Sampo’s stomach.

The indigo-haired man jolts after feeling you poke his stomach close to his belly button. Sampo giggles and stares at you, his cheeks crimson red. You smile at Sampo and stroke his cheek before brushing his hair away from his face. Sampo grabs your hand and nuzzles his face into your hands with a cat-like smile.

Luka clears his throat, grabbing your and Sampo’s attention. “So, are we going to get food or what? It’s starting to get a little bit hot out here,” Luka says, fanning himself with his metal prosthetic hand.

Not long later, you find yourself sitting under an awning outside of a restaurant with your Astral Express and Belobog friends. The inside of the restaurant was full, and they weren’t able to accept any more customers for indoor dining, so Gepard opted for dining outside under the awning of the restaurant. The shade provided lots of coverage from the heat, and the door of the restaurant was open, so cool air was blowing out toward the outdoors.

March rests her arm on the table, sighing. “At least it’s not hot in the Administrative District! I would be melting if it got any hotter!” March says.

“I didn’t think it could get this hot in Belobog because of, you know, the eternal freeze,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“The heat you’re feeling is from the Geomarrow radiator that keeps the city from freezing. The temperature outside of the city is the warmest it can get. Still, other than that, summer here doesn’t get as hot as you would think it does,” Gepard replies, leaning in his seat while scanning the menu in his hands.

You scratch the back of your head and lean toward the person sitting next to you. “I didn’t think Belobog had a season, given the fact that there’s an eternal freeze,” you whisper.

“Wait, are there seasons?! I don’t think we talked about it,” Luka says, startling you.

You press your hand on your chest and take a deep breath. Luka was looking at you with wide eyes before snorting at your reaction. Sampo leans back in his seat and rubs the back of his neck.

“Even if there were seasons, we never really notice much change since, you know, the eternal freeze….” Sampo trails off. “Anyway! Aside from that boring stuff, pay attention to me instead!”

Sampo grabs your arm and tugs on them lightly with a pout as he bats his eyelashes at you.

You sigh and let Sampo engulf you in his arms while the others are idly chatting. Recently, you noticed how tall these men are. They’re huge and towering over the people they walk by in Belobog and the Xianzhou Luofu. Of course, they’re nowhere near as tall as Nanook, but you digress. The waiters soon approach your table with the food everyone ordered, and your mouth waters when the aroma fills your nose. Your stomach growls, and you begin digging into your food.

“Oh? Eating without us already?” asks a familiar voice.

You look up to see Blade, Luocha, and Jing Yuan standing behind Gepard and Caelus. You blink at the three men and look at your fellow Astral Express traveling companions with a questioning look. It’s strange to see Blade, Jing Yuan, and Luocha somewhere that wasn’t on the Xianzhou Luofu, but then again, it wasn’t your first time seeing them outside of the ship. You didn’t expect to see them at Belobog, given the fact that the Astral Express’s next stop was the Xianzhou Luofu.

“Oh, it’s you three! What are you guys doing here? Not that we’re not happy to see the three of you!” March says, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.

Jing Yuan smiles as the three of them sit in the empty seats. “We decided to stop by Jarilo-VI. While the Astral Express are usually the visitors, we think it’s time for us to be the ones to visit instead,” replies Jing Yuan while looking over in your direction.

You feel your face heat up, your eyes slightly widening with surprise. At first, you were wondering why Jing Yuan, Blade, and Luocha were looking in your direction. But then you realize that you have Sampo clinging to your side. Noticing the stare on you, Sampo scoots his chair closer to you and rests his cheek on your head.

Blade raises his eyebrows at you, gesturing to you and Sampo. “You two seem close. Are you two perhaps together?” Blade asks, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

Sampo smiles and leans back in his seat, his legs spread wide in his chair while he keeps an arm draped around your shoulders. “Of course we are! My precious Gumdrop is the background of my lock screen!” Sampo replies, pulling his phone out from his pockets and handing the device to the three men to see.

Luocha grabs the phone from Sampo’s hands and turns on the screen. Three men peer down at the phone to see a lock screen of you and Sampo smiling at the camera while Sampo is holding out a small flower to you while rubbing the back of his neck with the other hand. You looked like you were laughing at something, while Sampo’s face was almost as red as Himeko’s hair.

Luocha hums, the corner of his lips curling up while his eyes focus on you in the picture. “Very precious, indeed,” Luocha murmurs.

You turn to look at Sampo. “I’m your lock screen?” You ask.

March makes a fake gagging noise and rests her chin on the palm of her hand. “Wow, [Y/N], didn’t know you have game!” March teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “And just to correct you on that, you’re everyone’s lock screen. If Nanook has a phone, I’m pretty sure you’d also be the Aeon’s background,” March says.

You purse your lips and continue eating your food. You didn’t know how to respond to March’s comment. You want to deny and prove what March said was false. Their background is most likely a group photo of you and the others involved. Plus, you think March is saying that just to fluster you! At least, that’s what you’re hoping for.

Gepard clears his throat. “I didn’t know you three were going to show up. Do you three want to order anything to eat or drink?” Gepard asks, turning to look at the three men.

Jing Yuan smiles and shakes his head. “We had breakfast before our arrival at Jarilo-VI. Thank you for your offer, Captain Gepard,” says Jing Yuan.

Luocha hands Sampo back his phone. The image is engraved in Luocha’s mind as he tries to distract himself by looking at his surroundings. Although Luocha is a traveling merchant, this was Luocha’s first time on Jarilo-VI. The planet plunged into eternal freeze is not only beautiful, but the scenery of the frozen world before arrival is haunting. It’s truly fascinating how the inhabitants of Jarilo-VI manage to survive on an icy planet. While the planet is slowly (very slowly) warming up, the world outside of Belobog is just as cold as it was before.

Luocha tilts his head to the side, gazing at you intently. “I notice your change in appearance. You’re not wearing layers this time,” Luocha comments.

You look at the blond man with wide eyes and look down at what you’re wearing before nodding and looking at Luocha. “Yeah! I wasn’t in the mood to change my clothes before leaving the Astral Express, so I decided to wear this,” you gesture to the clothes.

“Oh, I thought you wanted to impress someone,” Blade chuckles, shaking his head.

You huff and look away, crossing your arms over your chest. “Nanook would’ve complimented me instead of making sassy comments like you, Blade,” you groused.

Speaking of Nanook, you wonder what the Aeon does whenever you’re not around. What do Aeons do whenever they’re bored, and how do they occupy themselves? Do they converse with other Aeons and plot something? You’re going to have to ask Nanook when you see the Aeon again because you have no clue what they do.

You wish you could spend more time with Nanook. There are so many questions you want to ask but can never ask because the minute you’re with Nanook, you don’t think about anything else and would enjoy Nanook’s company. You’re still unsure about your feelings for the Aeon and the nine men sitting around you. What you do know is that you’re attracted to them. These men are handsome. There’s no denying it.

They make you feel safe, and while you’re still getting to know them individually, you want them to know you on a personal level. So far, it feels like the awkward friendship stage where you’re all getting to know each other. Well, you getting to know them and them getting to know you. When you’re brought into their universe (all thanks to Nanook), you don’t think you have to start on the awkward phase with the people around you. But alas, you didn’t expect to be brought into their universe in general.

“How is Nanook?” Jing Yuan asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blink and turn to look at the white-haired General. “Nanook?” You squeak, gulping at the sudden question.

Why does Jing Yuan want to know how Nanook is doing all of a sudden? This is the first time they’ve asked you about Nanook. You’re not prepared to answer that question because how is Nanook doing? Heck, you’re not even sure if the Nanook caging you to your bed before March woke you up was the real Nanook or not.

Blade clears his throat, raising his eyebrows at you while waiting for you to reply. In fact, everyone is waiting for you to answer because you’re the only person Nanook communicates with the most. Blade looks at your neck, squinting his eyes to get a closer look. Blade leaves his seat and walks over to where you’re sitting, and pulls you up from your seat.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

Blade doesn’t reply to your question. Instead, he grabs you by your jaw and turns your head to the side. Blade brushes his finger over a small area on your neck. You wince and push his hand away from your neck before taking a step back.

Blade hums and crosses his arms over his chest, staring into your soul. “How did you get that bruise on your neck, Starlight? Last time I checked, you didn’t have a bruise on your neck the last time we saw you,” Blade says, squatting down to your eye level.

Bruise?

You pull your phone out from your pockets and go to the camera app to check your neck. Lo and behold, Blade is correct. You do have a bruise on your neck, and you have no idea how you got it. Unless…. Your mouth drops, and you cover your mouth with shock. So, there’s a possibility that Nanook was in your room the entire time. You don’t know how it works, but you’re going to be interrogating Nanook when you go to sleep because there’s no way Nanook can give you hickeys while you’re in your dreams.

Luocha stands beside Blade, reaching forward and touching the small bruise on your neck. “Who did this to you?” Luocha mutters, eyebrows furrowing.

You clear your throat. How are you going to explain to them about Nanook being the one to give you that hickey? If Nanook did show up to the Astral Express while you’re unconscious and made your “wildest dreams” come true, then how come the others didn’t sense his presence?

March turns to look at Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang while tapping her nails on the table, staring at the men with scrutiny. “None of you happened to have snuck into [Y/N]’s room while they were sleeping and nibbled on their neck, did you?”

Mr. Yang raises his eyebrows at the pink-haired girl. “Who would sneak into [Y/N]’s room and violate them like that? None of us would do that,” Mr. Yang replies, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Caelus whispers, “It’s not Nanook, is it?”

Dan Heng strokes his chin, deep in his thoughts. “That, I’m not too sure about. If it was Nanook, then we would’ve known that he’s on the Astral Express,” Dan Heng mutters.

Luocha drags you to the chair closest to his and begins to heal the small bruise on your neck without saying a word. While you’re distracted with your thoughts and thinking of your little encounter with Nanook, the others continue to stare at the small hickey on your throat.

Blade sits beside Jing Yuan and watches the blond man start to heal the small wound on your neck. Blade wasn’t sure if he should consider it a wound. It’s a love bite, and whoever left this love bite on your neck is trying to tell them something. Blade subconsciously clenches his jaws at the mere thought of someone or something marking you.

Luka scoots over to Jing Yuan and Blade, trying to be inconspicuous. Luka leans to Jing Yuan and Blade, whispering, “I have a feeling that whoever left that mark on [Y/N]’s neck is trying to tell us all that [Y/N] belongs to whoever made that mark.”

Blade scoffs. “It’s a bit obvious that’s what they’re doing,” Blade mutters.

Luocha turns to look at the three gossiping men while healing the small bruise on your neck. “I think I know who it is,” Luocha says casually.

Even though Luocha didn’t say the name of the person that marked you, everyone already knew who it was. They just want to know how this particular person was able to mark you without making an appearance on the Astral Express. Unless they did? Just thinking about someone marking you as theirs makes the nine men feel something deep inside them. It’s an ugly feeling, and they don’t like it. These nine men have feelings for you, and they care about you, your well-being, and your safety. Just like how they care about those around them! But when it comes to you, it’s different. It’s so much more than that. They want to keep these feelings buried deep, but once the particular Aeon shows up, those feelings will surface. As if these nine men weren’t so obvious about their feelings already.

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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Hola Ro 🥰

This is gonna be a mouthful but...

Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao

Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.

This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.

Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"

Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.

This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.

Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao

𓆦 Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.

𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions

𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry

𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.

𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.

𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman

My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

~🍒

Nsfw content MDNI

🍒!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-

𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))

𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-

𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…

𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~

𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~

𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-

𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((

𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-

𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)

𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”

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murfpersonalblog · 2 months

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IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt1

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics.

We've already seen Lestat's Theatre portrait on fire (burn, bish!) but the TRANSITION they made here is DISGUSTING--they know what they're doing!

Lou goes from thinking about setting the Theatre on fire (nervously/uncomfortably rubbing his chin, my poor baby), to another scene of him chainsmoking and staring sadly off into the void. I'm assuming it's the 1970s interview, cuz we see Afro!Lou in the same shirt when he effs up BB!Daniel a few minutes later.

AND they said Louis's "stronger, and harder, too," during ANOTHER closeup of Louis chainsmoking. Pyromaniac du Lac LIVES.

Then we get that INTERESTING exchange with Loumand about Oldmaniel:

Armand does NOT like this interview, no ma'am! What are you tryna hide?! 🧐

The fandom legit already MADE THIS JOKE too! XD

The parallels with Loumand enjoying watching movies together (NO CLAUDIA 👀)--and Loustat enjoying opera & movies together.

Loumand as a happy old married couple--I mean it, Rolin: what TF happened between the 1970s interview, the year 2000, and 2022, to make Louis' mental state get SO DANG BAD!?

Armand seems to be implying that 1970s SanFran wasn't where he failed Louis, but 1940s Paris when he burns the Theatre--but I'm seriously wondering if something else went down, cuz LOOK AT MY BABY. BLOOD TEARS. I cannot.

This hollow, fake smile Claudia gives when Loumand walks into the room; wearing makeup & an adult hairstyle tryna look grown--I wonder if this is the same night she joins the Theatre?

Lou & Claudia--he just gives her The Eyebrows, not saying anything (but Armand looks WAY too smug ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)); and we know Armand AND Claudia can EASILY read his mind way better than he can read either of theirs.

Louis calls her "a spark in the dark," right before they cut to the bombs falling all over WWII Europe with flames everywhere--including all over her face--foreshadowing her ashes to ashes, dust to dust. ("Rigged to burn," Louis said in S01E03.)

Did they get hit by bombs, or fall into mine fields?! Jfc. (OR maybe they were sleeping underground, in the earth, and woke up in a battlefield--GOD.) And this must be the same scene where Lou eats the heart--we see Claud throwing limbs around--are they scavenging bombed up corpses?

And the flame in the photographs Louis takes, which she's been tearing down--figuratively in the other teaser, and literally here.

Claudia finna GO OFF! (I HAD to make this one a gif, to see her wrath in MOTION 🤌)

EAT that racist French White, Claudia, PLEASE. Colonizer Capital--Paris SUCKS!

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC, ladies and gentlemen. U_U

You're one of a kind, sweetie--that's why the whole Theatre was tripping, cuz Lestat's "coven" in NOLA didn't look ANYTHING like how all other vampire covens worked. Lestat & Louis & Claudia were a FAMILY. They lived like humans--or as close to human as possible. Plus they were painfully weak, with none of the Dark Gifts. They weren't living like monsters--at least not on the surface....

In the other teaser I thought this dirty heifer who attacked Louis was a revenant, but if she's in the Theatre then this must be Alessandra or Eleni (which means a Rhoshamandes name drop!? 👀💀)? Please random dude please be Benedict. 🙏 I need more TVC cameos!

I'm wondering if this was part of a performance when Madeleine & Claudia were part of the Theatre, not during the Trial? OR this is AMC's recreation of the film version with the naked lady--"so we can eat people."

Armand finna GO OFF! But WHERE TF are his FANGS!? That's my ONE major gripe with this show--I'm so sick of seeing these stupid acrylics everywhere but no FANGS.

Then the trailer immediately tells me to STFU, LOL. XD

Lelio Rising. Lelio Falling. (Ooooo--the Tower Scene should be SPICY)

Then they use the "script" line to transition to The Trial, when Armand forced Lestat to be scripted! 😭 DIABOLICAL! And I LOVE this frame--it's giving me Oppenheimer when he was walking through the stands as everyone applauded him for dropping the bomb & he was PTSDing. (I had to make a separate post just for this brainworm.)

So Dan's finished the interview and this is his editor. (OR, even spicier, this dude's from the Talamasca, and Daniel's broken the NDA & fled the penthouse?) But chile, ain't nobody scared of LDPDL. 🙄 Daniel should be well aware by now that Louis snapped in the 1970s, sure, but he's not the REAL threat in that house, Mr. Mediocre Star to a 500 Year Old Vampire. Unless they're talking about LESTAT? 👀💀 WHERE TFC IS HE IN 2022?!

What in CHRIST'S NAME is coming out of his effing NECK? 😱 It was SQUEALING, like a KOCHON.

Louis slinging blood at the Sea of Galilee Armand stole for him, LOLOLOL.

Louis effing Daniel up--"you were disrespectful!" I wonder if BB!Dan crying was when Armand was busy stalking him when he was drunk AF & dying of alcohol poisoning.

I LOVE THIS. Louis is the center of it all--"It's you and me. Me, and you." 😭💔 Said over and over--Louis and Lestat, Claudia, Armand, and Daniel (and even Santiago U_U).

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #pyromaniac du lac #louis de pointe du black #justice for claudia #loustat #loumand #must see tv #SCREAMING #screaming crying throwing up #the hype is real

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rukkiya · 1 year

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I think I'm into Belphie's horns. It's large, roundy, curly and makes me rolling on the floory. How about a built-up relationship with a hint of spice and everything nice with Belphegor who became a touch starved mess ever since you tried to touch his horns out of curiosity ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and over time continuously seeks for it and craves for u to touch it again

Thank youuu and sending my bag of love (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ - a slave for fictional men 🥐anon

can’t help it

(belphagor x reader)

It was unnatural for Belphogor to have sleepless nights. His mind has been racing nonstop, one thing replaying over and over.

A few days ago while Belphie and you were having your hour nap break while studying, you happened to wake up before he did.

Over time he gradually grew more comfortable with being in his demon for around you. Of course he asked you if it was ok at first as to not scare you or bring back bad memories but you’ve assured him you’re more than comfortable with him being in that form whenever he’d like to. So he had the tendency to let his demon form come out when you sleept next to each other since he claimed it was most comfortable not because he wanted to wrap his tail around you to make sure you stay close to him not at all.

You just so happened to wake up a bit before he did and couldn’t help but admire the round horns that sat on top of his head. The curve and texture were fascinating always fascinated you every time you’d look them.

His face was just about a foot from yours. His cheeks were puffed out due to being pressed against the pillow, his long eyelashes sat upon his cheekbones and his soft breathing put you at ease. You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your lips. You’ve both been through a lot and built up a strong relationship as time went on so you were happy to be close enough to be comfortable to sleep around and close with eachother like so.

You couldn’t help let curiosity get the best of you. You hesitate for a second as you bring your hands up to his face, brushing his bangs away then slowly reaching for his horns. You’ve always been curious as to how they felt.

Your touch is feather light as you touch the bottom that’s connected to his scalp, the scaly like texture felt oddly soft on your fingertips. You couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what the whole thing felt like, so you let your hand wander higher. Lightly touching around until you reached the very curve of the horn.

“Is the end sharp?” You wonder as you reach and softly press your finger against it only to feel a hand clasp around your wrist making you yelp.

You look down at Belphie with wide eyes and meet his who’s were just as wide, pupils dilated.

“Y/n? What’re you doing?” He asks, slightly out of breath. His face feels hot. He should’ve warned you before.

“I’m sorry belphie! I shouldn’t have I touch you! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or hurt you! Are you ok?” You ask, feeling guilty for touching him without permission. You should know not to, you don’t like it when others do it to you.

He sees your worried expression and feels bad for scaring you suddenly. He just hadn’t expected you to touch his horns, especially since it’s one of the most sensitive parts of him. You didn’t hurt him in any way, but how his blood was pumping and he wants you to touch them more. It made him burn all over. In all honesty he didn’t want to stop you but he was afraid he’d make an embarrassing sound if he didn’t stop you now.

“It’s not that. I’m sorry,” He lets go of ur wrist, sitting up as he sat you up along with him. “I didn’t mean to startle you by suddenly grabbing you it’s just, my horns…….” He makes himself took away, the look on your face was driving him mad. “They’re sensitive.” He feels his face burn even more at your confused expression. You were so close to him, your smell was intoxicating making him want to be closer to you. Your parted lips looked more enticing than normal. He needs to calm down.

You furrow your brows but the longer he stared at you, you notice his flushed face and it hits you.

“Oh my! Belphie I didn’t know I swear! That wasn’t my intention I-it just I-!” You jump up, feeling your face start to burn too and he stands up not a second later.

“No need to worry, I know.” He holds his arms out, giving your am a squeeze before you start to freak out. “I better get to bed it’s late.” He lets out a small laugh, he couldn’t look you in the eye. You made him feel anything but uncomfortable, he actually wanted more of your touch but he didn’t want to push your boundaries.

“Already?” You ask, voice small feeling guilty. He stills for a second but he has to stop himself from saying otherwise. If he could he would want your hands all over him and have you all to himself but he knows he can’t make you do things he isn’t even sure you’d like to do, he needs to be careful with you.

“It’s late y/n, get some rest ok?” He smiles, hand falling ontop of your head as you try not to pout. You felt bad for waking him up like that, touching something so sensitive was something you’d never meant to do, at least not so suddenly when you didn’t know. You didn’t want him to think you were some creep.

“You too Belph, I’m sorry I ruined your nap.” You laugh, giving his hand a small squeeze as he pulls back turning to leave. You felt bad for waking him up and now you felt nervous as well thinking you somehow made him not want to be around you.

Now a few days later, it’s 12pm and Belphie’s tossing and turning for the hundredth time. He just can’t bring his mind to stop running. He wants to be in your room, on your bed. Wake up to you touching him again because your hands are so warm and gentle. He battles himself though, he knows you’re sleeping and doesn’t want to wake you, but you wouldn’t mind, right?

So without a second though he sits up fast, waiting no time as he grabs his pillow and tucks it under his arm heading straight for the one room in this house that he feels himself at. Your room.

He comes to a complete stop in front of your door and lifts his hand to knock, tapping his knuckles four times.

“I’ll be there in a second.” Your sleepy voice calls out and he smiles.

He hears your footsteps nearing the door and stands tall, squeezing the pillow in his hold somewhat tighter.

“Sorry I was sleepi-“

You open the door barley a foot wide, stepping out into the hallway before you’re gently moved back into your room in an instant. Your sleepiness now long gone at the sudden movement.

Now you were faced with Belphie’s back who was just casually locking your room door behind him.

“Belphie? Are you alright?” You question, he isn’t usually up this late. Was something wrong?

He turns around sending you a sheepish smile, taking a few steps closer to you.

“Cant sleep.” He laughs, giving you a fake pout. You reach your hand up to brush his bangs aside, checking for a fever.

It was rare for demons to catch a cold but you’ve seen them get sick, it’s nothing compared to catching a cold for a human, it’s much worst and lasts a bit longer than a regular flu.

“Are you feeling sick? Have you eaten? Drank enough water?” You ask, brows furrowed. Concern lacing your tone. Once again his blood rushes to his face.

These small things you do, the things you ask. You care so much just by doing these small gestures and it drives him mad. He’s not the embodiment of greed but he feels the greediest when it comes to you. He has to stop himself from bringing you closer, pulling you in, leaning in closer.

“No, it’s not. I,” his hand wraps around your wirst and he looks away. Your warm hands already making his racing mind ease a bit. “I just wanted to sleep here tonight, next to you.” He admits, the soft pink dusting his cheeks makes your face burn too, but you only smile up at him.

He isn’t the most shy when showing his affection he’ll say what’s on his mind even if he gets embarrassed but he has to, so no one else will tell you first. He needs you to know how he feels.

“Ok, let’s go to bed. I know your sleepy. We’ll both be grumpy without proper rest.” You laugh and waste no time. Turning and pulling him along with you as you do so.

You turn back to him to tell him to climb in first and see him already in his demon form, beautiful horns and long tail on display.

He steps forward, pulling you with him as he sits himself on the edge of your bed. Bringing you in between his legs, holding you in front of him as he leans his head to on your shoulder, sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“Bephie I know I’ve asked this probably too many times but is everything alright? You know you can talk to me right?” You whisper, hands wrapping around him im seconds. His long arms snake around your waist pulling you closer.

“This,” he feels his eyes getting heavy already. “Your touch is what I’ve missed. The other day you just caught me by surprise when you touched my horns but truth is I didn’t want you to stop, it just feels nice.” He admits, placing a small kiss on your collar bone making you let out a small surprised gasp. You fe him smile against your skin.

“Thank goodness, I was afraid you got uncomfortable.” You bring your hands up, running your fingers through his hair hearing him sigh.

“Your horns are just so beautiful Belp, sorry I didn’t ask you before but I’ll make sure I ask before I do touch them next time.” You assure him and he gives your waist a small squeeze.

“You don’t need to ask.” He pulls away, sleepy smile gracing his features.

“If you want to touch them, please do. There’s no need to feel shy.” His hands grab yours, bringing them down to his lips as he places a light kiss, then placing them back ontop of his head near his horns.

“You have me, all of me. I’ve missed your touch and honestly I don’t think I can go without it now, it’s all your fault.” He slowly stands and his hands find their way back to your waist.

“Wait, what do you mean my faul-“

His sleepy smile turns into a mischievous one as he brings you close your chest to his. Not a second later you feel your feet sweep off the ground as he falls back onto your bed making you let out a small scream. He wastes no time getting the covers over you both getting ready to finally sleep. Your thrown into a fit of laughter at his actions, hand coming over your eyes to wipe your watery eyes. You feel the bed dip right next to you, warmth flooding your side.

“Hey,” you hear him chuckle, his hand moving your arm away for your face. You open your eyes and see him smiling down at you as he leaned on one arm, making sure you were both under the covers. “It’s no fair.” He moves his hand from you arm and up to your face, brushing your hair away.

“Sorry Belph, you just caught me by surprise you big baby.” You giggle, lifting your hand to pinch his cheek. He stays quiet, sleepy eyes taking in your sleepy state and he can’t get enough. His body moves before he does, he leans forward placing a kiss on your forehead and one on your nose making your giggles subside. Now your face was burning, pink dusting both your cheekbones and ears. He gives you one last shit eating grin as he takes in your reaction, your red face making him proud. He then shifts down a bit, gently laying his head on your chest, careful not to poke you in or hurt you in any way. You say nothing else, though you don’t need to. Insead your hands lay gently on his head as you slowly grace your fingers along the shape of his horns. He doesn’t need you to say anything else, that action alone gave him all the answers he needs. Not even five minute pass and Belphie’s soft snores are heard. His racing mind no longer keeping him up as he was with the one person who truly helps him sleep better.

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authors note: helloo loves!! ꒰´꒳`∗꒱ I didn’t plan on posting this week but I got this ask and started writing it SO FAST!! I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH SNHSSJ! seriously Belphie is my close second, Mammon has my heart out of the brothers but Belphie was really close to him on the podium so yesyesyesyes let’s gooo! sorry it took me a while to write but I do hope you all enjoy hehe please take care and stay safe!^~^<33

authors note: jsjzjz

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #belphieobeyme #obey me belphegor #belphie x mc #belphie x y/n #fluff #obey me oneshot #obey me headcanons

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mothwingwritings · 9 months

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A & D for Katsumi Orochi 💕

How did I know you were going to pick Katsumi? ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀)

Warnings: Yandere, very brief mentions of noncon, self-harm, and imprisonment (if you squint).

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I feel like Katsumi would be all about making your relationship seem as normal as possible, even though it’s anything but. So he shows his love for you in all the classic ways, like holding your hand when you go out together, or surprising you with small gifts and flowers whenever he comes home. He love to cradle you and kiss you any chance he gets, trying his best not to let it get to him when you try and squirm your way out of his grip, or make a face when his lips collide with your cheek.

To any outsider you look like a normal happy couple, and he likes it that way. It gives him a sense of normalcy, makes it easier to convince himself his ardent feelings for you are pure and natural. His strong desire to keep you by his side at all times, never letting you out of his sight or away from your home without his company, are to be expected-it’s what any good boyfriend would do. If he weren’t there to watch over you who knows what could become of defenseless, sweet, naive you? Really, it's lucky you have such a devoted and protective lover.

Katsumi is a perpetually lovesick puppy around you. The intensity of his affections never wavers, making you feel like a cornered mouse. His overwhelming presence is unbearable, but you are too scared of what he might do if you try and escape or deny him to actually attempt leaving. You sometimes wonder if the people around you can pick up on it, if strangers can tell how constraining his grip is by the grimace on your face, or know how suffocating his company is by how you try and pull away from him. Could anyone ever know just how uncomfortable his seemingly well intentioned little tokens of affection make you feel? It’s as if he is using them as means to keep you indebted to him instead of as a gift directly from his heart, and in a way you know that they are. Katsumi knows you, knows what a sweetheart and people pleaser you are, so he also knows you wouldn’t dream of turning your nose to a heartfelt gift from a man who loves you, right? Of course not, so just keep taking them with that pretty smile on your face, all he asks for in return is your unwavering gratitude (and well, maybe a kiss too).

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is definitely not above forcing you to do things against your will, but he really prefers not to. Despite how misguided it is, he truly does love you, and his dream in life is for you to reciprocate that love just as naturally. As such, he hates having to force you to do things because it reminds him that you are with him against your will, that you don’t harbor the same all-encompassing feelings that he has for you. He wants your relationship to be seamless, and he dreams of making the happy façade the outside world sees your reality. He’ll do whatever he can to placate you when you get upset, but he has his limits. If you spend too much time being standoffish or avoiding him he will eventually snap, smothering you and forcing you to give him attention whether you want to or not.

He’ll beat himself up after these moments of weakness, especially if he takes it too far and ends up hurting you during the tryst. He makes sure to give you space afterwards, he already knows you harbor contempt for him and fears that pushing you too far too often will only make those feelings grow, which is not his intention.

Other than the occasional uncontrollable moment of heated passion, I only feel like he would force you to do something if it was for your own health. If you stopped caring for yourself, or were ever in a position where you may cause yourself harm, he would not hesitate to force you to eat or take your meds, physically overpower you if he ever caught you trying to hurt yourself to get you to stop. Otherwise, he stays in his lane and hopes that all his lovey-dovey desires for the future come to fruition, and that someday soon you are struck by cupid’s arrow. Then you can both have a good laugh over how stubborn you used to be, the ridiculousness of it all nothing but a comedic side note of the past. :)

#tyyyyy darling momo I hope you enjoyed <3 #yandere x reader #yandere baki the grappler #yandere Katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi x reader #reader x katsumi #katsumi orochi x y/n #yandere katsumi orochi x reader #yandere alphabet #yandere baki #baki the grappler #mothwingswritings #mothresponse #I had fun writing this... maybe I can actually write for yander Katsumi... hmmm...#Katsumi Orochi

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zephyrrhiesfyrian · 1 year

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I have finally finished the first set of sixteen expression doodles/chat stickers! A thank you to @slugsjunk for indulging my nonsense and giving me characters to draw :3 This was fun for a lot of reasons, but a big one was that it gave me a reason to draw characters I never had before, which is always good for practice.

Here they are! :D (some of them I envisioned as having specific scenarios attached to them lol)

Ambulon: I imagine this was his expression when First Aid told him about jump-starting.

Swerve: he's nervous because he's not taken his visor off in front of anybody before, but don't worry, the person he's looking at thinks he's cute. (they're in my next set >:3)

You might notice he's missing his visor. @slugsjunk's sent an edit of a visorless Swerve to the "cursed-images" channel in our Discord server and then asked me to use him for one of the expressions. I deigned to make him a little less deeply upsetting.

Whirl: he's flirting with Cyclonus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Cyclonus: oh shit he flirtin' bACK- (＃°Д°)

Getaway: I just wanted to make him cry. Is that so wrong? Kinda makes me angry how nice his highlights turned out.

Megatron: he just handed Minimus a poem he wrote about him and now he a lil nervous 👉👈

Thunderclash: (I already posted this one earlier) he's laughing at some silly joke Rodimus made because he's a himbo in love with his captain <3<3<3

He sparkle because that's the way @lush-specimen describes him in their fantastic fics :>

Rodimus: the opposite shot of the previous one; he's not happy about Thunderclash finding his joke funny. First the guy takes his quest, now he's like the only person who laughs at Roddy's jokes? This guy's GOTTA be hiding something! (spoiler alert: he's not, Thunderclash is just a massive dork :D)

Trailbreaker/Trailcutter: he angy >:(

Lyzack: Black Shadow cannot tell her and Leo apart nor does he care to, and she's getting tired of being called the wrong name. That man better be glad he's made out of ununtrium or he'd be dead metal.

I've never understood why she looks like a recolored Starscream in canon, nor am I particularly a fan of how blocky and unmoving Leozack's helm is, so I made my own design. Fight me.

Black Shadow: speak of the devil He's lookin' at Blue Bacchus and being hella gay for him :>

Blue Bacchus: he was not prepared to deal with a genuine Shady smile this early in the cycle. Please, Shadow, he's trying to fuel. Let the man drink his energon before you make him swoon.

Perceptor: he blushi blushi 'cause he watching Brainstorm do marginally safer science than usual. He is very proud that his constant nagging is paying off.

Dai Atlas: oop priestman with the big sword is not pleased. I wonder who's the cause...*looks at star saber*

Fulcrum: I bet Misfire took his drink or something. Or maybe he's just regretting that he didn't detonate and now he's stuck with these idiots.

Tarn: I choose to believe this is the face Tarn is always making behind his mask. *blep*

Reminder that I still have at least sixteen more of these still to complete; you are never safe. >:D

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special-wolf · 2 years

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omega bakugou

katiesstufs-deactivated20210801 asked:

|| ..You have given me a terribly unhealthy addiction to Omega Baku but I am not complaining! Anyway I was wondering if you could write omega baku x alpha fem reader where the reader has never been in his nest before but Baku wants to go shopping for new blankets but some other alphas and betas try to scent him so his alpha saves him and they go homes and it's just super long comfort bc he felt used by the other betas/alphas. ANYWAY this was longer than I intended but here you go! ||

Of course I can ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who can resist omega Bakugou after all? His alpha sure can't ( ° ʖ °)

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

"Oi, shitty alpha." The gruff tone of her omega made her look over instantly, used to the insult hurled at her as it was his twisted way of showing his affection.

"Yeah, what's up, Katsuki? Need something?"

"You forgetting our plans?" He huffed, but his body language expressed himself differently. His crossed arms were more relaxed, and his gaze was constantly averted away from her and to the side which was obviously strange. No matter what, Bakugou kept eye contact with everyone unless he was being scolded. "Tch, should've known." Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at his attitude, getting up from her spot on the common room sofa and made her way towards him as he began to walk off.

"What plan, Katsuki?" She walked besides him as he kept walking away from the group, "nothing came up on my calendar, are you sure you actually mentioned it to me?"

"... No." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets with a pout. "I wanted you to just trust me and follow me."

She let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arm around his own and pulling his hand out of his pocket. She gently grabbed his hand, rubbing his skin soothingly with her thumb as she smiled at him. "Y'know, if you wanted to do something with me, and you didn't want the rest to know, you could've just texted me."

"Shut up!" He barked, angrily holding her hand back as he stomped to his dorm room. The soft laughter of his alpha made him calm slightly.

"What do you wanna do?" His rage dissipated completely as he glanced at her, "is it to do with your nest? Is what why you're taking me to your room?"

"Sorta...? I need new stuff is all, and I need to grab some shit before heading out with you."

"Oh? So you don't need me to scent stuff yet?"

"You will have to later, my nest is fucking empty." He complained, her eyebrow raising at his choice of words.

"Didn't you make me scent stuff just a couple days ago?"

"... Yeah, but I need more. Stop asking so many questions! Just trust me! Shitty alpha." He growled, his pout back on his face as he let go of his alpha's hand. His own hand twitched slightly at the lack of warmth, but he resisted the temptation of his whiney omega instincts to go into his room, shielding his alpha's view of his large nest as he closed the door behind him. His inner omega has been playing up a lot, constantly begging and pleading for him to give in and just stay with his alpha. It was honestly starting to piss him off. What was he missing? He's gotten everything he could've needed to soothe his omega self. But nothing worked? He let his eyes adjust to the darkness as he leaned against the door before grabbing a few essential things from his beside cabinet.

The main things he needed was his wallet, his phone and the DIY alpha repellent that his own alpha made for him. The scent from the spray bottle hit his nose, making his whole body relax as he hesitantly sprayed his wrist with her scent. His alpha sacrificed some of her sweet scent into the small, pocket-sized spray bottle just for him. He hated that he had to demand for her to scent him every time he left the school, hating standing there as she rubs against him with her scent glands. So, she made him his own scent sprayer.

He stared at the bottle before putting it into his jean pocket with his phone and wallet; he turned on his heels and left his room again to see his alpha waiting nearby with her back against the wall. "C'mon, I'm ready."

"You have an idea on where you wanna go?"

"You think I wouldn't? Of course I do." He scoffed, taking her hand and walking with her to the common room of the dormitory to ignore the class. He swapped his shoes, as did his alpha, and the two set off to the shop Bakugou had his mind set on. "You go look for something you like, got it? This isn't just for me." He grumbled, letting go of his alpha's hand and looking around instantly. "Shoo, shoo."

"Okay, damn..." [Name] murmured, walking around the store to find something she liked.

Bakugou let out a soft sigh in relief, awkwardly looking around to figure out where to check first. He'd never been in this shop before, but he remembered hearing his alpha talk about it and how it was one of her favourites because of the things inside... But, he didn't want her to know that, so he now needed to find something to pretend he wanted in the first place. He walked around aimlessly, trying to find something that'll catch his eye and remind him of the alpha he cared so much for.

"Hey," He completely ignored the voice. It probably wasn't for him anyways, so he kept his eyes on the shelving in front of him as he tried to decide which one of the blankets would look good in his nest or look warm enough for his reluctant snuggle sessions with his alpha. "Oi." He narrowed his eyes slightly, getting a little irritated at the tone of the alpha around him but kept his cool. "Fucking omega-!" His eyes widened as his wrist was gripped, his head snapping towards the culprit as he growled lowly.

"Don't touch me." He sneered, doing his best to pull his arm back. Every one of his nerves was screaming at him to run, to whimper and go cry to his alpha but he refused. He didn't want to be that type of omega. But the grip of this alpha made his strength little to nothing compared. "Get the fuck off of me." He spat, pulling his arm again but the alpha refused to let go.

"You need to learn your fucking place, omega. You think you can talk to an alpha like that?" Another growl resonated from Bakugou, his rage building up as he glared intently at the alpha holding his wrist. The wrist being held hostage was the one he sprayed a bit of his alpha's scent on, the wind blowing it towards his nose as his muscles began to relax without his control. He grit his teeth, watching the alpha in front of him obviously pick up the scent.

"Get lost." He attempted again.

"Nah, I don't think I will. You obviously need a better alpha if yours can't even scent you properly. Now, you'll be a good little omega and let me do this, yeah?"

"Do what-?" He tensed as the alpha neared him at an alarming rate, the scent glands on his neck exposing his distressed state at the alpha keeping him in place got closer.

The rotting and sour scent filled up the shop, but the one most sensitive to it was his alpha. Her head tilted back as she sniffed the air, her eyes darting around the shop to figure out where her upset omega was. Her eyes narrowed as she did her best to follow the scent, her ears alert in case Bakugou yells out again.

"Don't you dare!"

To the right. She sped up her pace, trying not to run in the store and get kicked out before she can save her omega. The basket on her arm dropped as she saw the situation Bakugou was in. The usually strong omega was pinned against the shelving of the blankets he was looking at awkwardly, his scented wrist kept as far from him as the alpha rubbing against him was repulsed by it.

A growl echoed in the wind, but it wasn't from the trapped omega this time. "[Name]?" The sound of her voice made her eyes soften, her attention on him as she frowned at the uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"So... This is the alpha, huh?" [Name]'s eyes narrowed at the cocky alpha against her omega.

"Let go of him."

"Or what? I'm sure he likes the fact that a better alpha is looking after him. The poor thing was barely scented."

"Because he hates it." [Name] took a few steps forwards, "and I hate you're putting him through that."

"He'll learn-."

"[Name]..." Bakugou's soft whine made her sigh.

"I know, hun. You'll be okay." The soft smile towards him calmed his nerves, but the swing of his fist caught him by surprise. His alpha wasn't one for much violence, often blabbering about how there's enough violence in the world.

His body relaxed at the gentle touch of her, his posture straightening as she brought him behind her. He watched her bring up her dominant foot and throw it into the side of the alpha's face who was already on the floor. He glanced at his own hands, flexing them slightly as he lost himself in his thoughts. Usually, he wouldn't be in that type of situation; he's never been so vulnerable before. Was this what he was missing? The attention of his alpha?

"Katsuki?" His vermilion irises glanced up at his alpha, but he didn't dare speak. He just gently rested his head against her as she pulled him close, letting himself willingly calm at the feeling of her warm embrace of both her arms and her scent. She could feel him shaking, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was his rage or pure fear at this point. "C'mon... Do you wanna go straight back? We can get things for your nest another day, yeah?"

He clung to her for a little while before hesitantly (and shakily) letting her clothing go. The whole trip he didn't speak, his thoughts getting into every corner of his mind and suffocating him. He just didn't understand.

The sound of the familiar elevator made him glance up, realising he was already on his floor. He stood at his door, glancing at [Name] every so often before opening his door wide. "I..." He whispered, "nest..." He muttered, pulling his alpha into his room with him and closing the door behind so she couldn't leave so easily.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... Just, don't move anything on purpose, okay?"

"Of course." She rubbed the back of his hand, letting him lead her into the perfect position that he wanted her to sit in. The corner of his room held the best part of his nest, the place where he could sit and read the romance mangas that he'd die than ever admit to anyone else they're his. He forced her to sit down first, making sure she was comfortable before lowering himself down so he was on her lap and cuddling her like a koala.

He let out a low whimper, nuzzling into her neck as he frowned to himself. He knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he just couldn't. His omega self was adoring this; it was no wonder; the fact she was in his nest made him relax.

"Your nest is so pretty..."

"I wanted it to be perfect before letting you in..." He admitted, "so I was getting you to get things you'd like to add here... So that... You'd feel more at home here like I do."

"Katsuki," she smiled softly to him as she brushed his hair out of his face. "I feel at home with you, okay? This is your nest, you don't have to go out of your way for me." He nodded slowly at that, "but... Thank you... For letting me be here to comfort you."

He hummed, pressing his face back into her neck as he took in her scent happily. He felt content. Both him and his omega instincts were happy with the decision of letting her into his nest. Her arms snaked around him, one resting just on his tailbone as the other played with the strands of hair on the back of his head. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Bakugou letting his heart calm from the scare in the store. "... Scent me."

She smiled at his cute demand, nuzzling her nose into his cheek before lifting his head and rubbing the scent glands in her neck against his showing skin. She kept her hand in his hair, continuing to stroke and play with the strands as she let him take in the scent he so dearly adored.

He wasn't quite sure how long it was when she finally stopped scenting him, and he honestly wanted it to last longer, but he was fine with the amount of her in his nest. He was incredibly lucky to have her; he knew that; however, he couldn't get over the fact he was too stubborn to let this happen earlier.

"Let me know if you need anything to be scented here, okay?"

"... Scent me again." He grumbled, hiding his heating cheeks into the crook of her neck as she chuckled at his antics.

"Of course." He closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the constant contact of her skin on his as fatigue finally washed over him.

"... Stay... With me tonight." He pleaded, his hand crumpling some of her clothes as he kept his eyes closed. The lack of response worried him for a second, but feeling her arms around him tighter gave him the answer he wanted. She wasn't going anywhere tonight, whether he liked it or not.

#special.writes #please end my misery #omegaverse #omega bakugou #omega bakugo #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #alpha reader #mha x reader #im going to explode #/neg #no hate to the requester tho #ily

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expired-bat · 2 years

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we met in september - chapter 7

heyyyyy sorry for being gone for 2 months!!!!! i just started my final year of high school (woohoo!!!!!!!!) and school's been kicking my ass in writers block :( but ive finally picked up some inspo and im back!!! (for now) enjoy this new chapter and sorry if its shitty :))

also tw for suggestive content ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nothing exciting happened today at school. Other than that, the duo have arranged to meet up at Dee’s place. He said that he, Heavy, and his dad would be the only ones home, and that his dad is in his study most of the time. Y/N was fine with this.

At the end of the day, the duo met up with Heavy to head to the brother’s residence. The ginger was chatting around with Y/N while Dee was on his phone listening to music. Heavy asked many questions, like where they came from, what their home is like, etc. She responded the best she could, and Heavy let out surprised responses.

“You like Slayer too?! Kick-ass!” he exclaimed. Y/N wouldn’t say she was a major fan, but Heavy was glad that someone had some “good” music taste.

The trio arrived at the large Victorian-esque estate; gloomy and dark, Y/N’s dream home. The wood was painted dull blue, the fences were spiked and all living life was dead. She was in awe with what she was seeing. The architecture and flora were arranged perfectly.

Dee took out his keys and unlocked the door. The three teens entered the home, and Y/N was still in shock at the condition of the brothers’ home. The furniture and decorations were goth-like and it felt like home. Y/N had to admit that she was jealous. Where she is staying currently and her place back at home looked nothing like it besides her bedroom.

The blond placed his keys on the holder that says “Metal Family.”

“Whoa,” Y/N wondered, “Where did you get that key holder?”

Dee responded, “My mom made it.”

“That’s awesome! Does she-”

A loud creak of a door is heard, a tall figure emerging out of a dark room. There stood a tall blond man with a cold stare. It reminded Y/N of someone…

The girl was intimidated by him, taking a step back and stood behind Dee. She shook; is that the same guy that-

“Dad, what are you doing?”

The man winced at his son’s voice and looked at the trio, a fighting grin emerging. “Hello Dee, Heavy. Just taking a break from the study.”

He then noticed Y/N.

“Are you one of my sons’ little friends?” he asked.

Y/N swallowed the little saliva on her mouth. He looked way too frightening. It’s not only his height that frightens her, but the bright, glowing eyes and that damn smile. She tried with all of her might to get a sound out of her.

“Dad, this is Y/N. She’s the exchange student people have been talking about. We’re going to be studying together.” the dark prince replied for her. Y/N felt relieved.

He took a closer look at her, then his face lit up. “Ah! You’re the girl who was lost at the airport three weeks ago! It’s nice to meet you again Ms. Y/N!”

…That’s his dad?

“Y-Yeah, that's me. Thank you for helping me Mr…?”

“Glam.” he continued smiling.

“Yes, Glam…”

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

“Anyways! I gotta log in to beat that damn Antov’s winning streak!!” Heavy squaked before he dashed to his room. Dee went upstairs and Y/N soon followed. She felt watched, and this time, it was from Glam.

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Y/N and Dee enter the boy’s room; there was little light and it looked organized yet cozy. The bed was made, clutter was in its places, and the floor was nearly empty besides a rug and some shoes. The teens put their bags down.

Dee rummaged through his messenger back, taking out the notes for history, both his and Y/N’s.

“Some of the information is either irrelevant to the presentation or myths, but other than that, your notes are good.”

Good. He said that his notes are good.

“Now, onto your little project.” Dee continued.

Y/N jumped and pulled out the thick paper, a pencil, and a textbook for a flat surface. “It’s just a portrait. Just sit down and I’ll sketch it out.”

Dee sat on the desk chair, fixing his posture and his hair. Y/N began her sketch. The markings of the granite stick echoed through the room and filled in its silence. She continued to look at the blond, then back to the dark marks. She had to make this as accurate as possible.

A few minutes would pass before another sound would come out, this time coming out from Dee. “What medium are you going to choose for this?” he asked

“Probably oil. Many portraits are made out of them, so might as well go along with it.” Y/N replied.

The boy hummed in agreement. He knows a bit about visual art, the mediums, color theory, and art history, but is not much of an artist himself. As to quote his father, he has no musical or artistic talent.

An hour would pass until Y/N would be satisfied with the final sketch. She let out a relieved sigh and put the paper and pencil down.

Dee relaxed, then looked at the artist; she stretched her back and arms and let out a soft groan. Her shirt lifted up, exposing a bit of her stomach. Her soft fishnet thighs squished on the dark rug. He could’ve sworn he saw her-

Look away!!!

He couldn’t believe those thoughts ran into his head! Fucking hormones!!

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” she asked.

“... It’s the first door to the left.”

She got up from the floor and exited his room. Dee sighed, covering his heated face, He swore that he felt his jeans tighten.

Ignoring that, he looked at the sketch; it looked too fucking real, something straight out of a camera but it’s not. It was completely made from her hands. Internally, he was full of glee and couldn’t believe that he was this lucky. He quickly took out his phone and took a photo of the sketch. He’s planning on printing it out and keeping it on his wall.

He couldn’t hear the girl’s heavy footsteps, too focused on the details on the paper.

“Do you like it?”

Dee looked up to see the girl above him. His face flushed and looked back at the drawing. He let out a soft smile.

“I love it.”

Absolute word vomit. Dee realized what he said and immediately covered his mouth. He then looked at Y/N, flustered at his words. She fumbled her hands and looked away from him.

“Thank you…”

She’s so cute.

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Unfortunately, Y/N had to go home. She said her goodbyes to her friend, his brother, and father. When Dee closed the door after she was far, far away, his world darkened. It was all back to normal and he hated it. Heavy was screaming out words that are definitely not gamer-friendly, mom was fixing her bike, and dad was fixing up dinner. Dee pulled out his phone and looked at the photo of the sketch. He zoomed in to focus on the little details; the speckle of freckles and moles on his face, the small parts of frizzy hair sticking out, and the smudge of his eye makeup.

Is this how she looks at him? Is he really that beautiful? Of course not, she’s doing the most realistic thing. Hell, she even got his thick eyebrows and resting-bitch face correctly!

He put his phone away and trotted back to his room. He flopped on his ready-made bed, destroyed by his lithe body. Dee stared at the ceiling for what seemed to be eons, until his dad called for dinner.

All he could think about right now was her.

#metal famliy #metal family dee #metal family dee x reader #dee x reader #canon x reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #milo writes

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xanuchi · 2 years

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Oh my goodness! I just read your demonic sneeze request and it made me laugh since I also have a crazy loud sneeze. May I request Octavinelle reacting to a crazy loud sneezing reader as well? Thanks! 🥰😂

*rolls up sleeves* (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Say no more, little rose. i got your back >:))))))

azul ashengrotto ; 🐙

Honestly, you'd scare this poor man right to dEATH whaT aRe yOU thiNKiNg, MC-san?!

He'd be currently addressing papers in his office, thorough organisation with contracts littered through his desk, various names engraved in dark golden signatures sliced through the line of the contract. he stood in front of the desk, humming away, instead of actually sitting behind it as he usually does.

He smiled to himself, like he had just build a house of cards with his sheer patience.

Then you decided to be a lil fuckin' menace and look over to your boyfriend to suddenly do a lil hooty smile, trying to hug him from behind. knock them cards down, shrimpy ~

We do a lil trolling, is called we do a lil trolling ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Suddenly, the dust suddenly swept over you the moMENT AZUL TURNED AROUND AND O H GOD ALMIGHTY a storm churned within your senses—

As you snuck up behind him, you accidentally sNEEZED DIRECTLY INTO HIS EAR AND BLINDING AND NUMBING THE FUCK OUT OF HIKJRKFKRNVJHDJ

Your sneeze was u n h o l y. THE POOR MAN SCREAMED LOUDLY FOR JADE AND FLOYD, THINKING HE WAS UNDER ATTACK

SHSHSJEJDUEJDJ all you had to say was NOTHING but heavy wheezing and panting, then you lifted your head as you felt another colossal sneeze building up once more—

He hides behind his desK aNd hoLY SHIT he wants to cower in his octopot.

He's bEGGING aNd shAKing iN feaR and he's so scared to ask what the fuCK that horrid noise was—

It sounded like satan gave fuckin birth through the torturous flames of hell and everything was in utter agony—

Wonders how the hell his own lovely, doll (Name)-san can project such a satanic roar of a sneeze- are all magicless humans the same? or are you just the few that can't conTROL tHe aIr rAId sIreNs.

" With that sneeze angelfish, you'll be able to reach across different countries and they'll be thinking God is being sacrificed."

floyd leech ; 🦐

You've experienced Rook, get ready for the ultimate leviathan.

Floyd flinches softly but other than that he didn't even baT aN eye.

The man literally just fucking heard a lamb being slaughtered, arson with satan probably, and every single bit of an agonising screecH FROM THE PITS OF HELL IN O N E SNEEZE—and he's like 🧍 "ayo shawty u good?"

He leans in, grabbing your chin softly and chuckling softly against your ear—

"Koebi-chan~ your sneeze is so cute. Wanna hear mine?"

No.

There's nO ESCAPING THIS BITC—

IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE BREAK OF DAYLIGHT, i SUGGEST YOU EVACUATE THE FUCK OUT AND DIP THE SCENE BEFORE HE CAUSES aN EARTHQUAKE iN MOSTRO LOUNGE— 🏃🏃🏃🏃💨💨💨

He sneezes directly in YOUR EAR E W H—

Mans fucking bROKE all of your senses by just screaming befORE HE SNEEZED WHO THE FUCK DOES THATIPSJDISOFJEODK!;&;&@4&

Imagine Siren Head but 10x louder- with the noises of a fuckin ostrich and god knows what's unholy, all fitted inside this literal scumbag of a eEL—

JADE DOESNT EVEN HELP— IN FACT THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO DO IT OUT OF SPITE AND JUST AS WORSE.

he does it out of love dw ;)))

jade leech ; 🦐

Unlike Floyd, he doesn't actually sneeze back but is rather surprised how his darling can even sneeze that loud—

He might as well get you in the ocean to wear off nearby predators because with that fuCKING sNEEZE IT WOULD WARD OFF ANYONE IF THEY HAVE TWO OR MORE BRAINCELLS— UnLESS THEY WANT DAMAGED EARS 💪💪

Jade picks you up softly, asking you if you're okay..

THEN SUPLEXES YOU TO THE FUCKING TABLE AND ASKS HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN??? —

Yk— he won't even bother asking he'll just shut his mouth and probably call an ambulance to make sure you didn't put an imbalance on your bones or shit out on your organs or something—

No- wait. He'll just bring up fuckin poPe francis to baptise the fucking demon out of you and cleanse your whole body.

He haTes certain gerMs— especially bodily fluids and contact with him IT MAKES HIM HEURJRIFJJCE U GH—;;;

Mans will probably try to avoid you for the rest of the day because believe it or noT HIS HEART DIED INSIDE THE MOMENT SATAN SCREECHED ITS wEDDING VOWS OUT IN ONE SNEEZE—

He's scared you might do it AGIANDKAKJSJ but yk what— he'll get used to it the first or second time it happens.

Help i'm having such a bad day today but ofmgkrjfjf this cheered me up beyond anything,, tysm for requesting darling <33 !! xanuchi wishes you the best make sure to take care of yourself and dRINK SOME WATER U BUFFOON 🔫🔫🔫✨✨✨‼️‼️‼️

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanons #x reader #fiction #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #floyd leech x y/n #floyd x mc #floyd leech #jade leech #jade x reader

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Ladynoir July 2023

Summary:

There’s a million things that Marinette could be doing with her summer. Flirting with a masked stranger, who was actually her crime-fighting superhero partner for the past five years, was definitely not on her initial to-do list.

Yet, she couldn’t find any reason to complain, and she could really never get mad at how he always seemed to be at the right place at the right time.

Blame it on the sweltering heat in July, but was Chat… blushing?

( a Ladynoir July fic entry ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ @ladynoirjuly )

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Chapter 1: Wedding Bells

“Holy kwami shitballs!”

“Marinette!” Tikki yelped in surprise.

Her holder paced the room, staring intently into her phone and letting the light of the screen illuminate only her face.

“What in the fucking akuma-living hell do I do?!” the girl continued to whine helplessly without context.

The kwami gave an extremely concerned stare towards Marinette. She kept typing, then shaking her head and deleting the scrambled words before continuing to huff in frustration.

“Are you like… ok?” Tikki hesitantly asked, worried for the girl’s sudden panicked state.

Marinette only shook her head, flopping into her pink desk chair, and resting her elbows on the table to read the words on her phone screen more intensely.

Tikki moved to hover near her shoulder, squinting to read the small words.

An icon of a blue bird appeared in the corner. Is that the app called Tizzer? Twipper? The kwami tried to recall what it was called when suddenly the word “Twitter” popped into her head.

“Is that the ‘Twitter’ app you’ve been grumbling about lately?” she hesitantly asked.

“Alya told me I should develop a social media presence to promote my designs more, but so far the internet has brought me nothing but trouble,” the girl grumbled.

Tikki squinted her eyes and leaned in further to read what was on her phone, and she distinctly made out the bolded words, “Breaking News!”, on the center of her screen. The kwami’s eyes followed the words of the Twitter post, reading carefully while Marinette continued to sigh.

Breaking News!

After the shocking reveal of Jagged Stone’s sudden engagement, we have already caught wind of an approximate wedding date. The rockstar has hinted that the event will fall upon the 21st of July, the same day as his anniversary with his fiancé, Ms. Penny Rolling--or soon to be Mrs. Penny Stone. On top of this surprise announcement, our very own superhero duo has announced that they’ll be making an appearance at the wedding as a tribute to Jagged’s many songs dedicated to their heroic devotion to the city. This was confirmed by Chat Noir’s tweet yesterday, leaving subtle verification that Paris’ heroes will be in attendance: @JaggedMusic - 1:45 pm There will be NO akumas on my wedding day Hawkmoth! I will personally get the cat and bug to rock and roll with me, back off ! #byebyelittlebutterfly @ChatNoir_Official - 2:10 pm #RockAndRollingDownToTheWedding

This will be the first time the superheroes have ever attended a public event, possibly serving as anti-akuma security guards for Paris’ biggest international rockstar on his big day. Citizens are shocked to realize that this fell under Ladybug and Chat Noir’s job description, and are wondering how much it costs to pay the superheroes to ward off akumas for their own weddings!

Stay tuned for more updates, -The Ladyblog

“Oh yikes, that is bad,” Tikki piped up once she finished reading the twitter announcement. “Your situation may have gotten extremely difficult.” The kwami unconsciously eyed the fancy invitation sitting on Marinette’s desk, addressed to her real self but not to the version of herself in spots.

Marinette spun in her chair, clicking off her phone to only sigh and groan while looking up at her ceiling.

“I am going to kill that cat.”

Tikki floated into the girl’s line of vision, and gave a small smile that encouraged whatever thoughts were going through Marinette’s head.

“You know the words!”

“Tikki, spots on!”

Chat landed on the rooftop she’s been waiting at for the past ten minutes, spinning his baton like he didn’t have a care in the world. That stupid, yet weirdly attractive, cheshire grin was plastered on his face as he walked closer towards her.

“Why the sudden call M’Lady? Miss seeing me already after that akuma yesterday?” Chat teased as he leaned back against a wall.

“I saw your tweet,” she stated flatly. “Since when was it okay to make a twitter account as your superhero persona?!”

He laughed at the unexpected question, his face contorting with slight shock before breaking wide into a grin.

“It’s for the people!” Chat chuckled. “We are heroes after all, and it’s part of the package of giving the people what they want.”

Ladybug gave a suspicious, inquiring raised eyebrow.

“Your account is anonymous and untraceable, right?”

“Cross my heart, it’s as safe as can be,” Chat swore while drawing an “X” over his own heart with a claw. “In fact, it’s so safe, we should start talking about making you an account! We can be the top two most followed accounts on the app!”

“Oh, mon dieu,” she sighed while slapping her hand across her forehead. “Can you at least use your twitter account to get us out of this mess? There’s no way I’ll be able to attend the wedding as Ladybug.”

Chat’s expression turned into a nervous smile.

“So you see… that may not be possible,” he spoke quietly, while avoiding direct eye contact with her.

She crossed her arms, and expectantly tapped her foot. “Spit it out, or I’ll make you.”

“I may or may not have already promised on all my nine lives to both Penny and Jagged that we’ll both be there, watching them exchange vows and do their first dance and all that jazz… aha…” he trailed off, gathering the courage to sneak a small glance at her reaction to that news.

Ladybug’s face was visibly pissed, making Chat’s gaze shoot to the ground with a nervous gulp.

“And, why… would you do that?” she said with a dangerously darkening tone.

“He said please?” Chat’s voice was meek as he gave that feeble excuse, and Marinette had to take a deep, calming breath to destress herself.

“Chat, one day you are going to get me akumatized.”

“Please! I’m sorry!” he cried, moving in to hug her.

His arms wrapped tightly around her body, and he had leaned down to rest his chin on the top of her head.

“Jagged Stone was my biggest role model as a kid, I couldn’t say no to the man,” Chat whined.

She pouted while trying to push against his chest, all of her movement being feeble attempts of escape. “Why am I not your role model?” she complained under the weight of his hug.

“You are! You are!” he rushed to fix his words. “And maybe announcing that we’re going to be at the wedding will convince Hawkmoth to not create any akumas that day. Jagged also promised us access to all the free food we want …”

“You said yes because of the free food didn’t you,” she mumbled into his chest.

“I won’t lie Bugaboo, it was a great deciding factor I considered when saying yes to him.”

“Do not call me Bugaboo right now.”

“Okay, okay,” Chat Noir relented. “But will you maybe consider accompanying me at the event? It might give us the chance to show the world that were normal humans under these suits. You know, real people? Not aliens like people have been theorizing about on Twitter?”

Ladybug sighed and firmly shook her head against him. When she pushed away from his grasp, he let her go and they separated until their was a great deal of space between them.

“I can’t,” she said, not planning to go on with any explanation.

“Ah-ah! What did we talk about at our last patrol?” Chat pointed out.

“We will be more transparent with each other,” they chorused together. But Ladybug said it in a grumbling tone, while Chat parroted the line with a joyful sing-song voice.

She huffed, debating on how to phrase her next words while Chat leaned back against the wall again, motioning on for her to continue on with an explanation.

“This could be like, identity-revealing level information, but since we are being ‘transparent with each other,’” Ladybug mocked with air quotes. “I was invited to the wedding.”

“Not just Ladybug, the real me too. I can’t be playing security guard all night. If you want to keep up your promise with Jagged Stone then you’ll need to make an appearance on your own,” she added on.

Chat let out a deep breath, his mind processing the information while being deep in thought.

That was kind of a really big tidbit of information about her that she fished out to him. There was very few people their age being invited to Jagged’s wedding, all of them having some type of upstanding background that made them accomplished public figures in Paris.

With the notable exception of the few couple people from his class being invited because of their connections with Juleka and Luka, the remainder of teenage attendees were fairly sparse. Ladybug could be one of those few famous teenage singers, actresses, or models that have worked with Jagged before. Or she was the daughter of a high member of Parisian society, which was the more realistic idea.

As Ladybug began to mutter about something about losing her secret identity, there was this flutter that arose in his stomach.

Of course, Adrien would be a guest at Jagged’s wedding. He was the heir to the Agreste empire, which was also the company that held the title of being a major shareholder for the musician’s brand.

He could see Ladybug at the wedding.

Looking at the beautifully brave yet scary (in a hot way) girl that stood in front of him, he didn’t know if he would be able to survive that type of situation of seeing her unmasked. Just thinking about it made Chat want to internally combust.

“Well, I was actually invited as myself as well,” Chat Noir stated slowly, unsure if he should’ve revealed that information. He realized his mistake wen he watched Ladybug’s face immediately tighten, her eyebrows scrunched together in an unreadable way.

Then she moved forward and whacked his forehead.

Chat Noir yelped in surprise, his arms reaching to the front of his head to cradle the spot where she had hit him.

“Me-owch! What was that for?!” he cried out in pain.

“For making a stupid! Extremely stupid! Decision! For the both of us!” she continued to yell while smacking him lightly in the side between words.

“How was I supposed to turn down the Jagged Stone inviting Chat Noir to his wedding?” he whined, as Ladybug shot him a stone-cold stare and punched his shoulder. “He gave me his teary crocodile eyes! Please have mercy M’Lady! Understand the situation from my point of view!”

“We’re both already going to be at the wedding as our civilian selves!” she huffed while reaching out to shake his shoulders. “Why did you have to make the situation harder for us!”

“I’m sorry!” Chat blubbered. “Jagged was so scared that his special day would be ruined by an akuma, it made me worried about what Hawkmoth could do!”

“Hawkmoth should be the least of your worries, Chaton,” Ladybug snarled with an evil glint in her eye.

Chat peeled himself off the wall, andt urned his body towards the edge of the building. As he began to tip-toe backwards, Ladybug walked slowly towards him like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

“I’m so scared,” he admitted quietly.

“You should be.”

Chat Noir began to run, his body jumping off the edge of the rooftop when Ladybug had cornered him.

“Don’t be mad at me!” he cried out while pole-vaulting in the opposite direction.

Ladybug smirked evilly, giving him a headstart as Chat fearfully watched her expression turn darker and darker.

“Keep running, minou! You better hope I don’t catch you!”

Then Ladybug leapt, rocketing towards the cobblestone street below her, and extending her arm only when she could no longer make out anything in her peripheral vision. When her surroundings blurred, her yo-yo caught onto a building, and the momentum lifted her back to her initial height. There was that one second where she felt suspended in air, floating above everything else and higher than anything in sight. Then she would begin to fall, and she’d reach for her yo-yo and keep slicing through the air.

Between Chat Noir and her, the sky was Ladybug’s domain. But on land, he could outpace her when using his claws and feline speed enhanced by his miraculous. But flight was made for the Ladybug miraculous, and she zipped effortlessly towards Chat Noir, watching him with cocky determination as he kept looking back to only see her zoning in closer on him.

“Please, M’Lady, don’t kill me!” he yelled with a playfully frightened tone, taking a far leap while looping across a tall tower. “What will the people of Paris say when they find my pummeled body, flattened on the rooftops of their city? By their own beloved heroine no less!”

His teasing voice carried through the sharp winds cascading past her. Ladybug was right on his tail at this point, not close enough to grab him, but just a whisker away from being able to.

“Guess we’ll just have to find out!” she sang happily in a sing-song voice while moving in on his trail.

Chat yelped when she made a quick grab for him, and he evaded just by a hair by dropping onto a nearby rooftop.

He nearly howled when she sprang almost right on top of him, landing right where he did, but he had moved forward a couple of inches to avoid her descent.

And then as his legs began to move in an attempt to escape, Ladybug reached for his tail and pulled, leaving Chat Noir falling on to his butt.

“Should I be scared?” he meekly asked as his partner continued pulling him by the tail, his body tired and limp while sliding in the path Ladybug took him.

“Definitely.”

She let go of his tail and turned back to face Chat.

His body was left in a starfish position on the rooftop, panting to catch his breath with his eyes closed in anticipation.

“Do it, finish me off. I’m ready to be K.O.’ed,” he sighed dramatically. “Just please, not the face.”

Ladybug giggled softly,lying down next to him on the rooftop from a similar sense of exhaustion, watching the colors of the sky change to a calm, orange hue.

Their tired breaths came out in a synchronized tandem, and she rested her hands on her stomach to feel the air filling and leaving her lungs.

“You’re too silly for your own good sometimes, Chaton.”

“That’s my best trait Bug.”

“You have no good traits.”

Chat’s eyes shot open, turning his head to look over at the girl lying next to him.

“Decided to not kill me with your fists, but rather your words! I’m appalled!”

She let out a breathy laugh through the nose and shook her head.

“I’m kidding, you have many great traits that I’m not willing to admit to right now, but your humor is just not one of them. Sorry kitty.”

He decided to let out a small laugh at that.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Then both their heads turned to look at each other, their eyes locking for an intense moment. Marinette couldn’t tell if looking so directly at Chat made her nervous for some odd reason, but despite the content comfort she usually felt in his presence, there was also this increasingly loud thumping coming from her chest that drowned out the city noise.

And by the faint twitch of his cat ear, she knew he could hear her heartbeat clearer than herself.

To calm the fluttering ball in the pit of her stomach, she reached across and flicked his nose. It was a natural gesture between the two of them, something that was familiar in their close partnership.

His smile grew increasingly wide, showing the small kitty fangs that she’s grown to adore.

“What’s on your mind, M’Lady?”

Of course he knew her mind was racing.

Thinking about thoughts that she’s never encountered usually, about him, popping up in Marinette’s head like luminescent bubbles that slowly evaporated as it rose higher and higher into uncharted territory.

Instead of letting those thoughts grow, she just moved a hand to give a small playful shove to his shoulder.

“Just leave the plans to me next time,” she sighed, returning her gaze to the darkening sky.

His eyes trailed back to he drifting clouds, and she could see in her peripheral his slow nod.

“We’re in this together though, right?” he asked hesitantly.

“Duh, I’m your partner.”

Marinette thinks she saw him lift the corners of his mouth in a smile.

“Can you tell me what the girl behind Ladybug’s mask will be wearing at the wedding?” she heard him ask.

A small pause stretched between them.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“It was worth a shot!”

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladynoir july #ladynoirjuly2023 #fanfic #ao3 ladynoir

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