hi. idk. idk if u still take requests. um. um. uhhhj. would yoi eo like. raihan x female reader who is like a cutie pie but has rhe weirdest pokemon that doesnt match them at all. like rellor. i love rellor. i wish people didn't hate him. i lvoe beetles i love karrablast awww karrablast awwww
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Raihan:
🍒 Raihan, from the way you spoke about your team, definitely had a different impression of what you might throw out of your pokeballs. And while he could understand why you might call Karrablast a cutiepie, he's not so sure about Rellor or Stunfisk.
🍒 You love them a whole lot. You ramble about how you met each one, their little quirks, and just how you think they are incredibly cute. The whole time you are holding onto Trubbish, while Castform idly floats around you. The rest of your team playing together in the distance.
🍒 "Not what you were expecting?" You eventually question, and maybe if you had asked him before you listed how you'd ended up with each of them, his answer would have been yes.
🍒 "Nah it makes total sense." And it does. Because how typical of you to base your team off of how much love you hold for them rather than an aesthetic or tactic. "But I think a Trapinch would fit right in." And he's also thinking how if you spoke about getting this Trapinch with him as fondly as the rest of your team his chest might explode.
hey so how do you think magi alibaba, sharrkan and Kougyoku would deal with a s/o where they went out for dinner. S/o got drunk on a lot of wine and had drank more. They’re now sleepy. Manage to make the entire walk home or to bedroom.. These three swear they got their partner sleep walking at some point though. And then suddenly when both get to their shared rooms, s/o seems to wake up and smothers their boyfriend/girlfriend in kisses all over their face, doesn’t miss a spot, followed by a: I love you, and then s/o passes out in bed?
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Alibaba:
🍒 Look Alibaba isn't even sure how you ended up that drunk? He could of sworn you both had the same amount of liquor. But then again when he starts drinking with you around he gets so distracted by how lucky he is to be with someone so beautiful that it's possible he may have not been paying attention to how much you were throwing back.
🍒 Either way the moment you start stumbling around and barely making any sense he's ready to leave. "Come onnn one more drink," your plea would have worked if you didn't suddenly look like you were about to land face first onto the table and fall asleep.
🍒 He carries you home, with a puff of pride in chest at any men he walks past on the way home. Yes that's his partner he's taking home. Who pretty much passed out the second he picked you up. But that doesn't matter!
🍒 When he manages to get you to bed, he's about ready to crawl in next to you only to be surprised when you cup his face in your hands. He's at your mercy the second you touch him, but when you start pressing kisses on every part of his face your lips can reach he's practically melting. "I love you," is the last he hears from you before being freed from your clutches.
🍒 He doesn't even register you've fallen back asleep at first. He's sitting there trying to process the amount of affection he just received. He's so flustered he may burn a hole in the bed. And there you are now sleeping peacefully, oblivious to what you've done. He will be reminding you about this in the morning.
Kougyoku:
🍒Kougyoku is having your cup filled with water the second she notices the flush forming on your cheeks. After all she doesn't want you to embarrass yourself or for you to be hungover the next day. But she thinks that she may have been a bit too lenient with how much she allowed you to drink.
🍒 One moment you're the life of the party, the next you're leaning onto her for support as you can barely sit up right. She excuses you both soon after, quickly ushering you out of the room. Despite any weak protests you may have.
🍒 It's a surprisingly long walk back. Mainly because you'd stop to lean against a wall for support and almost drift of. "Hey don't fall asleep! I'll leave you on the ground." She won't, she'll carry you herself before that happens. In the end she manages to drag you to bed, where you appear to be asleep.
🍒 "You are getting an earful tomorrow for making me drag you home." She murmurs to herself, taking a seat on the bed not thinking you're anywhere close to conscious. She's surprised when you shift, even more so when you do so to get closer to her.
🍒 A noise of confusion escapes her when your lips press against her cheek, only for several kisses to follow all across her face. She is left speechless, flustered and oddly content. "I love you sooo much," and with those words you fall into a deep sleep. You will still be getting an earful.
Sharrkan:
🍒 This is Sharrkan's fault btw. He told you that there's no way you can keep up with him while drinking, and you took it as a challenge. No you didn't need to keep going until words became difficult but he also could have stopped you at anytime.
🍒 He does eventually intervene when he catches you nearly asleep against a table. Scooping you up over his shoulder, grinning widely enough for you to drunkenly murmur about how mean he is. "I told you so." Is his reply, you whine but any words that you try to say are not coherent.
🍒 He's very convinced you're asleep. Your silence as he carries you back to your room and the lack of a reaction when he eventually puts you into bed almost confirm it for him. But then you randomly seem to wake up, pulling him close to you.
🍒 "Hey! What gotten into you..." before he can say anything else, you're pressing kisses all over his face. Any protests he may have had at the sudden affection dying immediately at the contact of your lips against his skin.
🍒 He almost doesn't hear the "I love you," that falls from your mouth, before you fall asleep. Too stunned by your sneak attack. When he realises you've fallen asleep for real this time, he can't help but laugh to himself. Wondering if you'll remember this in the morning.
Loving prompt: Stopping everything the second their s/o calls them a term of endearment the first time~
Let's do this with the FGO girls that'd definitely react to this in an adorable way with Tamamo no mae and Artoria Caster
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It’s not strange to hear Tamamo to refer to you as numerous pet names, in varying degrees, in fact it’s more strange to hear her actually use your name rather than a nickname that’s taken her fancy at the time. Although she laments at times that you haven’t done the same to her, mentioning to you in passing that a dutiful spouse such as herself should be dotted on even with something as simple as a cute nickname.
“Well wife what would you suggest?” Her surprise was not something she could attempt to hide when the words left your mouth. She's speechless, and the silence turns from seconds into almost minutes. "Ok so is that not a good nickname or...?" You're left wondering if you've made a mistake for only a moment before in flash you're in her arms.
"I knew you'd come around! Now just use that all the time!" It's strange how you can hear her heart happily thrumming away in her chest, joy radiating from her every pore. "Especially in front of other versions of me." You're not too sure that's a good idea. But you'll keep that to yourself for now.
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Artoria Caster claims she thinks overly lovey stuff is gross. Especially pet names. Her name is perfectly fine and so is your name. She does not want to hear some sappy nickname, unless you want her to be sick. At least that's what she says. She's in the middle of tinkering with her staff when you enter the same room.
"Hey love do you think you could..." your words trail off, lost upon noticing the red trailing up her neck. Her staff slips in her grip and she scrambles to stop if from falling. "Sorry I didn't even think it just came out." You quickly apologise, figuring out which part of your sentence caused such a reaction from her. She waves her hands around wildly.
"Nonono it's fine! You can call me that again! Just maybe give me some warning?" Her speech is almost too fast for you to decipher, but eventually the words connect in your brain to a meaning. You nod and she breathes out a sigh of relief. When things start to settle a thought lands in her brain. "You don't expect me to call you something back, right?" She doesn't expect you to chuckle in response. "Hey it's a genuine question!"
Please. I beg and crave for us to peg Levi while he's trying to game but here's the kicker: we won't let poor Levi have his release until he wins but with the distraction of us plowing him from behind he can't so he's begging and crying for us to let him cum. But then he wins. 👍
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Levi's knuckles are white as he grips the controller for dear life. He's not sure how he's even able to focus on the boss fight going on screen but he's still somehow managing to dodge the attacks being fired at his character. It's difficult, increasingly so when you use his sudden focus as an opportunity to start rocking your hips into him. "Wow Levi you might be able to do it this time." You're really mean. Is what he'd like to say as your cock strokes his insides in a way that makes his whole body shake.
"P-please..." but all he can muster is a weak plea followed by a whimper. He's not sure what's worse in this moment, the fact that his character just took enough damage to lose half their health because he made a noob error. Or that his cock is starting to twitch begging for release again. You don't miss it, especially from how he tightens around your strap pulling you back in with each roll of your body against his. "I can't," he whines, barely dodging an attack from the boss. If he's not careful he's going to die and have to start the cycle all over again.
"Don't you want to be good for me?" You ask the question pausing all movements completely.
"Yes!" He manages, tears of frustration appearing at the corner of his eyes.
"Then just beat this boss and you can cum." You make it sound so easy as you plunge back into him. But still through gritted teeth and shaking limbs he tries for one final push against the boss. Frankly he barely registers the next moments, only really paying attention when he notice the boss finally collapse and victory loudly appearing on the screen. The controller falls from his hands in relief.
He can't believe that he did it. His celebration for beating the boss is short. Especially when he hears the magic phrase he's been chasing for as long as he's been suffering through your sweet torture. "Alright Levi you can cum." It's almost instantaneous, only taking one last press of you inside him before he releases the tension that had built up in his body.
hihi!! could i potentially ask for a rika x f!reader who's still getting used to being in a relationship with rika and isnt used to being flirted with? like rika will give her a simple "well, dont you look pretty?" and she'll just. malfunction. rika finds this hilarious and flirts with her more often because of it, and reader just has to pray that she won't die from it.
sry if this was long!! have a great day :>
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Rika has to stop herself from flirting with you all the time, it’s hard to resist watching you completely stop in your tracks and fumble out any flustered words. But for your sanity she does hold her tongue a lot more than she normally would, however, sometimes she just can’t stop herself. If you look extra pretty on any given day, of course she’s going to tell you.
“Why are you staring at me?” You’re already sheepish from the way she’s looking at you, as her gaze is paired with a blatant grin as she takes in your form across from her. You know she’s about to say something that’s going to make you feel faint from the glint in her eyes.
“I’m debating if I should sit here and stare at how pretty you are all day long.” And yet despite knowing what’s coming your brain still completely ceases any functioning from her words. She laughs softly, watching as the gear struggle to turn scrambling for some reply. You make a sound that she thinks is supposed to be words, not that she can decipher anything notable from them.
To make matters worse, any distance that may have been between you both has disappeared, she’s now rather close to you, feeling the warmth radiating off your body. If you were going to say anything it’s lost in your throat as she cups your face in her hands pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re only giving me more reason to stay, you know that right?”
You in fact do not know that. What you do know is that you may pass out if this merciless torture continues.
“Rika…” you say her name as a plea. Surrendering any other hope of a possible reply. She releases you from her hold, laughing again.
“Alright, alright I’ll ease up, for now.” You breathe a sigh of relief, enjoying having enough space to comfortably calm your pounding heart. “I’ll see you later beautiful.” Only for her to cause it to spike one last time. You’re not sure if you’re going to survive, but she seems rather confident that you will given that she hasn’t relented at all in her approach.
hey so how do you think Alibaba would deal with having a s/o who has gone off on their own for something, and you know how he gets clingy. He’s like hiding and the person s/o is with grabs Alibaba by the collar while he’s this little blob and holds him up in the air like a cat, “why’s this guy following us?” And s/o is like “don’t mind him, he’s just very clingy”?
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Alibaba:
✩ Alibaba tries to keep it cool about you needing to do your own thing. Because what type of partner would he be if he didn’t? Deep down though he’s antsy about being away from you for too long, and deals with a large amount of anxiety before deciding to follow you.
✩ He thinks he’s so sneaky as he trails behind you in shadows. Even holding in his displeasure when you start travelling along side a man he’s never met before. But something randomly happens where he loses sight of you both and ends up circling around worried you’re in danger.
✩ You spotted Alibaba from the corner of your sight ages ago and didn’t think much of it until your friend started cutting corners, moving erratically. In the end you both end up sneaking behind Alibaba, your friend lifts him up by the collar before you get a chance to explain.
✩ “Who are you and why are you following us?” Alibaba looks very sheepish in the other man’s grasp, a slight flush on his features as you both stare at him.
“It’s just Alibaba, put him down.”
“Just Alibaba!?” He’s a little offended at your reaction, but calms down when your friend laughs, recounting a story that you had shared about your partner quite fondly. He is set down on the ground and ends up walking along side you both. It’s all fun until your friend asks a question.
“So why were you following us anyway?” Alibaba freezes in place, mumbling a fast response that makes no sense.
“He’s so clingy.” So, you answer for him with a laugh.
“I’m not!” He denies it the whole way, even as he refuses to be more than a few centimetres away from your side.
May I have an order of Sebastian (Stardew Valley) + getting annoyed when the date gets interrupted?
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Sebastian enjoys the late night dates you both have. The bike rides out of town, the quiet conversations under the company of the stars, the lack of needing to worry about anyone else butting in. It's his ideal setting. But when you ask him to come with you down to the beach on a bright sunny day where there is bound to be people everywhere, he doesn't say no. He considers it, only to make his choice when you mention about wanting to go swimming while wearing your new swimsuit.
So, that's how he ends up under the shade of a parasol, hiding his pale skin from the heat of the sun. While you just seem to glow beneath it, unbothered by the warmth hitting your skin. "Do you want me to help you put on sunscreen?" Mischief lingering in your voice matched with a glint in your eye that just screams you want an excuse to put your hands all over him.
"Aren't I supposed to be asking you that?" Before you can reply, a volleyball lands on the towel between you two. A near miss from hitting Sebastian. You pick the ball up, about to direct it back to the owner, who had already appeared behind you.
"Sorry didn't mean for the ball to go so far away." Alex takes the ball from you, but lingers a moment. Eyes wandering across your form to take in the swimsuit you were wearing. Sebastian doesn't even attempt to hide the glare.
"Do you mind?" Alex scoffs at the venom in the other man's words. Before shrugging.
"Yeah whatever." He leaves as quickly as he arrived, the second he's gone Sebastian sighs.
"Are you good?" You ask.
"Fine. Just annoyed that he looked you up and down like that." The words a followed by a short huff. You sit down next to him on the towel, the glint in your eye from earlier quickly returning.
"Well, he's not the one I'm about to offer to put sunscreen on my back." That washes the annoyance off his face, a small grin quickly reappearing on his features.
He still prefers late night dates but your beach date didn't turn out too bad after all.
Hi! This is my first ever ask on Tumblr after years of lurking in hashtags of fandoms, so I hope I'm doing this right 🥹🙏
Could it be possible to write headcanons of the OM characters with a reader that tends to ramble on without noticing? Bonus if the reader says smt like "Tell me if I'm talking too much" or something!
Hope I did this right!
yes this is so cute!!! i'm just writing the brothers but let me know if you want p2 with the others!
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There aren't many people that ramble around Lucifer, his often serious expression makes it intimidating to continue the conversation without wondering what he's thinking. When you start rambling to him, he ensures that you don't feel that way at all, nodding or occasionally interjecting so you know his listening to you. His expression softened as you start to explain to him an online mystery very popular from your realm.
So when your words come to a halt, heading hanging low with embarrassment as you suddenly become aware of just how much you've been talking.
"Oh sorry I'm rambling a lot..." apology coming from your mouth. He wastes no time reassuring you.
"Please continue, I'm interested to find out your theories on what happened to this human." He likes listening to you speak and wants to continue hearing what you have to say. So please ramble as much as you like.
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Mammon thinks it's funny how you can start off talking about one thing and then suddenly you're talking about something crazy you witnessed in the hallway. He might've feigned annoyance about your tendency in the beginning but now he's using your ability to his advantage to have you spending more time with him.
Originally you were talking about an idea you had for an essay for the Devildom History assignment, now you're going on a full on rant how you're pretty sure Solomon is teaching you to spell cast the complicated way because he finds you stuttering over spell incantations funny.
You pause with a sheepish expression. "Sorry I'm talking a lot." He shakes his head.
"If I had a problem I'd tell ya." Which is true, if he didn't want to listen he would say something. "Besides sounds like Solomon is being a jerk and doin' it on purpose." And he wouldn't grin to himself as you continue your rant, ensuring that you'll be with him for a little while longer.
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Leviathan is a fellow rambler (1), ask him about any of his interests and you'll be sat listening for as long as he has air in his lungs. If the two of you manage to share an interest you’ll both be locked into a seemingly eternal conversation loop. But given his own tendency to ramble (and his tendency to be embarrassed by it), he does try to ensure he listens to what you’re saying.
“And then I told her that she can’t just leave a trap hole in the middle of the hallway, but I don’t think she listened because there was an incident…” Levi is trying really hard to follow along with your story but he’s also trying to win this raid that is taking a lot of conversation. “Which speaking of incidents the other day there was…” the story keeps off shooting onto different tangents and the enemy boss is requiring more of his attention.
“Sorry you’re trying to do something and I’m rambling.” The second the words leave your mouth, his game is shut and his undivided attention is on you.
“Nononono it’s fine! Tell me more about what happened.”
“Are you sure? What about your raid?”
“I can do it later.” And he will when you eventually finish your story.
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Satan is fellow rambler (2) but he loves listening to you talk. Because it’s not the inconsiderate kind of rambling of someone who wants to hear themselves talk, it’s the words of a person who has many thoughts in their mind and talks to let them out. At least that’s how he sees it anyway. He’ll sit without much fuss and listen to you ramble about whatever you like, something that happened to you today, a new interest, a new show or an assignment idea he’ll nod along with every word.
“You can tell me I’m talking too much…” you tell him one time, after being uncharacteristically silent. He frowns.
“I’ll never tell you that because I like hearing what you have to say.” You perk up slightly.
“Even if it’s all rambling?”
“That’s my favourite.” He smiles. “After all who will tell me about crazy human conspiracy theories?” You laugh at that, using it as an opportunity to tell him about a new one you saw online.
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Asmodeus isn't a rambler but he loves talking. He'll happily talk your ear off when given the chance, so it seems only fair he lets you do the same. Sometimes he might not be familiar with the topic but he’ll ask questions to make sure he’s following along. But there are times where he recognises you just need to be let ramble without interjection, so he’ll take a moment to reapply his lipstick or check his hair in a small mirror.
He doesn’t intend for it to come off as disinterest when he does it.
“You can tell me if I’m boring you.” But when you become deflated, sentences stopping in their tracks. He understands why you’d get that impression.
“Boring, you? Never in a million years! I just didn’t want to interrupt while you were getting to the juicy part.” He puts his mirror away looking you straight in the eyes. “You have my undivided attention tell me more.”
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It’s hard to tell if Beelzebub is even paying attention to what you’re saying, as while you’re telling him about the latest twist in your current favourite TV show, he’s snacking away. The only affirmation you have is his nodding and occasionally grunting with a mouth full of food. You’re about midway through explaining some of the backstory of the two main characters to explain why the twist that one of them was the villain all along is so crazy when you realise he hasn’t actually said anything for a while.
“Sorry Beel, am I boring you?” He almost chokes hearing the question, especially hearing the slight sadness in your tone.
He swallows his food quickly, rapidly shaking his head until his mouth was empty. “No. I like listening to you talk. Tell me what happens next.” You smile at his words, a gesture that makes his next bite of food taste even better than before, especially combined by your retelling of what happened next.
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Belphegor isn’t falling asleep because what you’re saying is boring, it’s because he finds the sound of your voice comforting. Yes, there have been occasions where he’s dozed off while you were mid ramble. Does he feel bad? Yes. Does he vow to make up for it by making sure to listen to you next time? Also yes. But he does find it important to note that the times he has fallen asleep is when you were talking as he was preparing to nap.
“Sorry are you trying to sleep?” There aren’t many people he’d let talk to him when he’s trying to nap, but you are the exception, even if he knows a simple conversation can divulge to quite the story.
“It’s fine. Tell me what the Chihuahua did.” He keeps his eyes shut, but sleepily hums as you tell him about Luke beefing with some random demon in your class today. Even as sleep tries to take over he fights it off to at the very least make it to the end of your story.
Although you’re now starting to give him an entire backstory of how the grudge started over a month ago because of a passing comment in the hallway. Belphie will see this through. The thought of you being sad enough to drag him out of any tiredness.
Kafka is an early riser. Even if she's been up late the night before she'll wake up bright and early without intending to. But she supposes this has its benefits when she has you sleeping oh so soundly beside her. She could be mean and make you wake up, it'd be easy, a couple of pokes to your cheek, maybe a pinch to your sides and if needed nip or two against your neck.
But at this point you're so used to her tricks that the moment you feel her shift a sleepy whine escapes you.
"Noooo pleasee," she laughs to herself at the sound. Watching as you nestled yourself further into her and the blankets surrounding you both. Today she'll be merciful, in fact she decides she'll try and get some more sleep, shutting her eyes, letting the sound of your lulled breathing soothe her.
However, tomorrow might be a different story...
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Jing Yuan treats a set time to wake-up as a guide rather than a necessity. Why would he get up up at dawn when he has just become aware of how comfortably you fit in between his arms? No, it doesn't matter that this a discovery he makes nearly every morning. He still refuses to move immediately. In fact he drifts back off into slumber, holding you closer to leech off the warmth emitting from your form.
"You need to wake up, you have a meeting," it's not until he hears your voice, that he awakens again. You attempting to shift about in his grasp to try and aid your efforts of having him wake up.
"It can wait," he tries. Rolling over away from the light peeking into the room, taking you with him. You let out a noise of surprise and don't miss how it makes him smile.
"Jing Yuan..." when you say his name in a warning tone instead of relenting to his whims, he sighs. Releasing you from his hold and accepting your guidance to coax him out of bed.
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Phainon could be in the deepest throes of sleep but the second he feels you move beside him, he is awake. "Where are you going?" He asks into the dark, voice raspy from slumber. It shouldn't surprise you when it happens, and yet it manages to take you off guard every time. Especially, when his arms snake around you in the speed of a blink.
"Bathroom." Your simple reply doesn't make his hold loosen.
"You'll be back, right?"
"Yes Phainon, I'll be back." It is only after your reassurance that he lets you go. As you slide out of bed you feel his eyes follow you out of the room. He'll stay awake until you crawl back under the covers beside him, not that you weren't planning on doing just that.
Last time you had told him you were returning to bed and didn't, he got out of bed just to drag you back in there with him.
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Jade is an early riser and there is no stopping her when there's business to be had. But there are morning when she does linger, where after getting dressed she sits of the edge of the bed looking at how comfortable you look curled up in bed. She can't help it, as she reaches out to caress your cheek.
"Jade..." you murmur her name, on the verge between waking and sleeping. She pulls away, sitting still in place, watching as you eventually drift back off.
"I think I spoil you too much. Looking more comfortable in my own bed then me." She says to herself with a small laugh. Sparing you one last glance before getting up and heading out to the next business venture.
Could you write jealous Chrom hcs?
No thoughts, just jealousy over his favorite party member being too busy for him suddenly because they're helping the others
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Chrom:
✩ Chrom does not know how to handle it. Because what do you mean you haven't had a solid conversation with him for a whole day. He's not pouting. He doesn't do that. And he's definitely not pouting while trying to get your attention lingering in the background.
✩ Like why is he considering tripping over or something just so he'll get a minute alone with you? He's not going to actually do it... but the thought is there..
✩ He gets so huffy when you do finally talk to him. "Oh so you remember me now." He's all frowns and you're slightly confused at the attitude from him. When you question him, he's all aloof. "Nothing. Nothings wrong."
✩ "You're jealous, aren't you?" He can't believe you've suggested that he'd be something as childish as jealous. But he also can't bring himself to deny it outright because it is true, so he's just muttering maybe under his breath.
✩ He gets flustered when you laugh. Even more so when you have the audacity to call him cute. But at least he got your attention.
Hi!! For your flower requests, may I resquest baby’s breath for Jack or Idia please?
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✩ Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment ✩
Jack doesn't mind the comments. Why would he? Ace and Deuce can make jokes about Jack being your guard dog as much as they want but at least he helps get you out of difficult situations unlike some people. Besides he can see the way their eyes linger when you hold his hand or how slow they are to slink off elsewhere when it's clear you just want to spend time with Jack.
But he has his reasons for never being too far from you. And while they are two of them, Grim also being the third. You naturally seem to draw in trouble in so many different forms. He waited for you outside of class one time only for you to completely pause in the hallway, horror overtaking your features.
"We have homework due tomorrow."
"...okay...?"
"I haven't started any of it." He sighs with a shake of his head.
"Let's find someone in your class to help." In the end you do find help, and manage to get your homework done. Which was going to happen no matter what, even if Jack needed to look back over your notes to be able to help he would have.
Out of all the times he's been validated for waiting this is by far one of the least concerning. There was the time where Floyd was chasing you, talking about needing to give Shrimpy a good squeeze, Jack naturally stepped in, only for Floyd to call him lame. Rude. But you were thankful to not have been squeezed, so Jack didn't mind.
Then there's the numerous times he's caught up with you mid bad idea being sold to you. "We could sneak out and-" Ace was speaking, while Grim was nodding along thoughtfully, you and Deuce are, for some reason hearing him out. Jack however, had heard enough.
"No." Ace groans.
"You haven't even heard why..."
"Don't need to. Not happening." He doesn't budge, crossing his arms, shooting a firm glance at you. Sometimes you attempt to resist, giving him a look that does make him hesitate with his decision.
"But Jack..." especially when you use that pleading tone, that makes his ears twitch at the sound.
"Please no." And then he's pleading with you. Most of the time you relent, thinking it through carefully, but then there's those moments when you continue on despite his reluctance. Are there moments where he gets to stand back and say 'I told you so'? Yes. Does he? Well...
"Thanks for looking out for me." Your words paired with the kind smile on your lips and your hands cupping his face makes his entire body feel warm. Any thoughts of voicing those four words die down immediately.
"Just be careful. I worry." Is the only reply he can muster. Before you can respond, an overly obnoxious voice interjects.
"Get a room!" Grim voices his displeasure, while Ace makes gagging sounds. Deuce sighs at both of them.
Jack sighs, not at their comments, but because you release him from your hold to glare at the interruptions. No matter what they say, you're safe and he's the one who gets to hold your hand on the walk back to your dorm while they all sulk after you gave them a piece of your mind for being immature.
✩ Tags: Dubcon (but consent in the end), Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation ✩
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Hector's been watching you for the longest time now. He's seen in you in so many different states over the years that he's able to tell your moods from slight changes to your routine. Happy is when you're wandering around humming little tunes to yourself. Anxious is you pacing back and forth will little murmurings. Depressed is you not moving from your bed for hours on end.
When you're afraid you curl under your blankets with all the lights on. He can hear your anger in the heaviness in your footsteps, before he can see it reflect anywhere else. He's seen every side of you, knows them like the back of his hand; like he could write them down and characterize them in the latest book he was working on. (He already has).
But he remembers the first time he witnessed a new emotion that he hadn't seen you display before. It was late when you had returned that night. Your sigh could be heard throughout the whole house, followed by the thud of your bag being dropped against the nearest surface. He caught a glimpse of you placing something into the office, clothes disheveled, expression sour. What had occurred he had been unsure, but you soon moved up to your room, kicking off your shoes along the way.
He was surprised with how quickly you had freed yourself from your clothes, before he had time to even register your undressed figure things escalated at an alarming rate.
And he just couldn't look away.
Enthralled by the sweet sounds falling from your lips, the sweat forming on your flesh, the eagerness of your own hands moving against the sensitive parts of your body. You were beautiful, he almost felt unworthy to even look upon you in such a state. And yet, he kept watching. He wonders if you could feel the change in temperature; feel him growing hot and bothered at the sight of your fingers greedily being swallowed by your body; at the marvelous noise of your moans flooding the room. His mind was lost at the idea that maybe one day those sounds could be for him.
When your cries reached their climax and your body caught in the full throes of your pleasure and then the quiet panting followed had he realised that he had witnessed the entire display. Shame and desire swirled within him, he vowed to not watch you in such a state without your knowledge again. But when he heard your sweet cries again, the temptation overwhelmed him until all he could do was sit and observe every euphoric filled movement from your form.
And when he wasn't watching, the memory plagued his thoughts. He'd overheat from the recollection of being able to take in the sight of you in a most beautiful state. And before he knew it, he had details written down in his novel of scene between the love interests where one invites the other to bare witness to them pleasuring themselves. Of course this was all fantasy, he had imagined this to be a secret he'd always keep to himself, as it was not as though he'd get an opportunity to discuss with you.
Then the time came when it did happen. When you did speak with him. Where this one-sided affection bloomed into a garden you had both cared for together. Now there was the pressing matter of his secret.
"Hector did you watch me a lot? As in before I knew you were there?" You're speaking to him through the vents, curiousity dripping from every word spilling from your mouth.
"I watched you all the time my love." The words are a bit too heavy to leave hanging on their own. "You are simply too interesting for me to take my eyes off of you." You smile at his words, but then pause, a thought appearing in your mind.
"...all the time?" The time has come, he thinks, to confess what he has been carrying with him all along.
"Yes, to my shame," he waits for your reaction before speaking again. He has a long winded apology awaiting for the second any expression of anger or distain washes over your face.
It never comes. Instead you think to yourself, eyes lighting up before you speak again.
"Would you watch me again?" His breath catches in his throat. It takes a moment for him to be able to speak.
"Only if you would allow me to." You don't reply, instead nodding at him.
He feels warm. Bordering on unbearable. And all you've done so far is taken a step back so he can see your whole body. "Can you see well?"
"Yes."
There's something so much more intimate with the knowledge that you are aware of the set of eyes on you. That when you look to the vent, where before it was a coincidence now he knows its purposeful as you start peeling off your clothes.
His breath hitches, as your fingers slowly curl under the last remaining articles of clothes, until there's nothing there at all. Just you and your body beneath the fiery gaze from him. "Beautiful, so beautiful." He murmurs, he notes how your lips curl at his compliment.
Your hands are slow and purposeful as they run along your body. Taking time before letting them drift across sensitive areas that make you gasp at the contact. His clothes feel tight already, and you've only just begun to show him exactly what you want him to see.
Words can't describe just how captivated he was by your display. He couldn't speak and for a moment he forget how to breathe. A cry escapes you when your hands reach your sex, starting to pleasure yourself and steady rhythm. He notes the slight shake in your body; the flush on your face; the sweat starting to appear; all of it; all for him.
When you slide a finger into your needy hole, it's his name that is on your lips. "Hector!" The way it sounds from your mouth is as heavenly as the how he thought it would sound. He thinks the noise will haunt him every time his eyes shut for years to come. His own hands have travelled down to palm his aching cock through his pants, matching your pace.
This all seems like a dream that he fears he may wake up from. But every time he worries he's going to come to a reality where this isn't occurring you say his name, grounding him back that this is all too real. "Hector I'm going to-" your own words are lost in a moan.
"Let yourself go for me, I want to see it all." His words are unsteady, his own high getting close. But he doesn't want to miss a second of watching you overcome in your own pleasure. He's fixated on every shudder; every motion becoming wild and unsteady; every heavy breath and moan; then the final loud cry as you cum. He had stopped touching himself at that point, but came regardless at the sight.
You both are quiet for sometime, heavy breathes slowly becoming more steady as time passes. "Thank you, my love." Hector eventually manages to speak breaking the silence. You sit up from your bed, looking at him with the tantalizing afterglow.
"Next time you can do more than watch." The promise has his breath stuck in his throat all over again.
✩ Tags: Hate Sex, Dirty Talk, P in V, reader and Laxus both insult each other. ✩
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You and Laxus are two people who should not be left alone in a room together. Ever since you had to face him in your S-Class trial, and your barely made it past him to succeed in getting your status, being in a room with him pisses you off. He just loves to look at you with that same smug expression he had when he hit you hard with a Lightning Dragon Fist that nearly ruptured your internal organs.
But you don't take things quietly. You just can't. Your mouth works faster than your brain. So, of course an insult that can vary between telling him he looks like total shit or mentioning how proud his daddy must be of him spews out of your mouth. His reaction to those insults also change, from rolling his eyes at you or threatening to put you through a wall.
On this particular day you've returned from a long mission, and after saying hello to everyone, decided you wanted to head up stairs. It isn't until that you've gone up that Mirajane realises the problem. Completely pausing when she realises. "Uh oh. Laxus is up there." The white haired mage considers going up after you to try and mediate any potential confrontation, but Cana interrupts her thoughts.
"Ah it'll be fine! They'll probably just bicker and one of 'em will storm off like normal." Mira nods, agreeing that this is the most likely result. And if not, at least Makarov was around in the guild to intervene in case something goes wrong.
When you reach the top and spot all too familiar blond hair, you consider just turning around. There's no need to argue today, honestly you were not in the mood to even hear him speak. But... his attention turns to you, eyes locking with yours. The second that happens you decide you're not going anywhere.
"And as if my day couldn't get worse." Laxus is obnoxious as he voices his distain. Which doesn't surprise you at all.
"Oh trust me it can if you don't shut up." You coldly reply, at which he scoffs at your words.
"Why don't you just beat it pipsqueak? You're only gonna sit there and glare at me, why not go home?" You take a seat across from him, and you do in fact glare at him.
"Because last time I checked you're not the only S-Class in this guild, so you don't get to call dibs up here." He gives you that smug smirk. It makes you grit your teeth at the sight.
"But I'm easily the strongest, which means I get to call the shots." He's so cocky, leaning back against the couch that his arms are lazily over the back of like he owns it.
"It's almost impressive how delusional you are."
"Delusional? I'll tell you whose delusional." He leans forward, looking right at you as the next words fly from his mouth. "The loser mage who had to scrape her way past me to become S-Class talking like she might be stronger than me." You don't give him the satisfaction of leaping into rage, instead shaking your head with a look comparable to a teacher scolding a child.
"Laxus. Laxus. Always picking fights instead of using your words." Your tone is condescending, paired with a smirk that has annoyance radiating off of him. "Did your father not teach you any manners? Oh... my bad!" A crackle of static emits from him, no going back now. Not that you care. He rises from his seat.
"I think it's about time I put you in your place." You rise from yours with a laugh.
"Well what are you waiting for then? Finally realising you're not so strong after all?" The anger on his face almost eases the fury in your veins. But not enough to make you back down.
Down below in the guild hall. Everyone is oblivious to the confrontation occurring upstairs. A shiver flies down Mirajane's spine, as she notices a sudden drop in temperature. She looks around the hall observing several other members showing signs of being cold all of the sudden. Her and Cana quickly make eye contact.
"Guess today neither of them are backing down huh?" Before either of them can act, they hear you and Laxus shouting from upstairs.
"Lightning Dragon Fist!"
"Blizzard Swipe!"
A crash follows. Makarov. Who had been drinking carefree, turns serious, quickly heading towards the sound. He finds you both practically snarling at one another, fists clashing against. "That's enough." He pulls you both apart by the scruff.
"What has gotten into you?" He shouts. Then sighs loudly dropping you both down. "I remember the days when you were both inseparable. Now I can't leave you alone together for five minutes without the possibility of you both attacking each other." You both look to the guild master, refusing to acknowledge each other.
"Times change old man." Laxus snaps.
"And so do people." And you add.
"I'm not sure what happened between you both, but you need to fix it." Your eyes dare to meet with Laxus' the second they do irritation bubbles up in your chest again. "I can't have you both trying to kill each other. You should be able to at least put your differences aside."
"Then let us fight it out. Once I put her in her place the problem will sort itself out." You're about to retort when Makarov speaks.
"Absolutely not." He hits Laxus over the head. "Walk her home." It's not a request.
"You're kidding."
"Master it's not necessary." You try not wanting this anymore than the blond standing across from you.
"Laxus you will do it, or so help me there will be consequences." He turns to you. "And you will let him or you're in trouble too. Fix this."
You both end up relenting to his demands.
The walk back to your place is silent. You wish Laxus would walk behind you instead of next to you so you don't have to look at his annoyed expression every time you get sick of staring at the ground.
"There you go glaring again." He muses, you roll your eyes.
"You're not exactly smiling about this either."
"Since when have you given me something to smile about?"
"Hmm maybe when you've given me a reason to not glare at you." He stops in place, flexing his fists, you pause.
"We're far enough away we could fight."
"What and get in trouble? You're not worth it." You glance at him over your shoulder before continuing in the direction of your home. It was only a short distance now. You think maybe he's just decided to turn around by now, only for him to have caught up and continue walking beside you.
"No need to lie, it's obvious that you're scared of facing the truth." His attempts to goad you weren't going to get him anywhere.
"Would you just stop talking? The sound of your voice is about as pleasing as nails on a chalk board."
"Make me." His tone makes you grit your teeth.
"Oh I'd love to except once again I'm not getting in trouble for a strength obsessed asshole." You hiss at him, but he grins at you.
"Maybe you're the one who needs to shut up."
"Make me." Frankly, you're expecting him to try and attack you after parroting his own words back to him. But when you look to him and notice his expression changing unreadable, you're confused at what his reaction was. He stays oddly silent, but nearing himself toward you. You take a couple of steps back to see if he'd follow, only to realise there's nowhere else you can really go. The front of your home being directly behind you.
Your back is pressed up against the wall and his hand ends up next to your head. "Say it again." His voice is low, and it frustrates you how the send makes you shudder. You aren't dumb, you can see where this will head depending on your response. If his tone wasn't enough, the heat behind his gaze as he leers down at you does. You should tell him to piss off, storm inside and call it a day. It would be the smart choice.
"Are you deaf? I said make me." But having him so close was making your blood run hot and brain stop functioning. You watch him, waiting to see what he does next and he's quick to deliver, crashing his lips against yours. There's no gentleness behind the kiss, it's hot, fiery, you can feel his teeth against your lips and you're fighting the urge to bite him. When you both pull away you're opening your front door and inviting him inside, wordlessly he steps inside, waiting for you to follow.
There's no time for you to consider, upon closing the door behind you, how different the circumstances are from the last time he was here. Or to even have a moment of rational thinking. His hands are against your body, gliding beneath your clothes and grasping onto tender areas of your body. He presses you against the wall, slotting himself between your legs. He connects his lips with yours again, this time nipping you to draw a bit of blood. You do the same back to him, refusing to let him have any satisfaction of leaving you the only one with any marks.
In the mean time he's pulled aside your clothes enough to give himself access to the heat between your legs. "I thought you were going to shut me up." You speak, as one of his hands rests above your cunt, growing impatient. He scoffs.
"Don't come crying to me when you can't handle it." You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, about to question what he was talking about. Only to understand when he frees his large dick from the confines of his pants. You try not to pay to much attention to its size, not wanting to give him unneeded ego boosting, but it's unfortunately hard to ignore when he's lining the head up at your entrance and wasting no time to force himself inside.
"Shit," you curse, unable to muster any other words as he stretches you inch by inch.
"Is this what I needed to do to get you to shut up?" That smug smile is back, and you wish you could wipe it off his face. The best you can manage is digging your nails into his back just that bit harder, aiming to draw blood as he bottoms out. "If it were this easy I'd have bent you over in the guild ages ago."
Part of you wishes he was awful. That the second he nestled his cock inside you he last only one thrust, or that the movement of his hips was so pathetic that you could just roll your eyes at him and tell him to hurry up so it could all be over. But the other part of you that was actively experiencing the sheer force of his thick cock bullying your walls was glad he wasn't.
"The sound of your voice is going to make me dry." You hiss through clenched teeth. You doubt it from how good he was filling you with each movement of his body against yours.
"You feel pretty wet to me." If you weren't him being inside you would be impossible. "In fact I'd say you were pretty wet before I even touched you." You narrow your eyes at him.
"Again with the delusions-" your breath catches in your throat as he reaches down to brush a finger over your clit.
"You seriously don't know when to be quiet." You hate how he's getting the last word, but you can feel the pleasure building tight in your stomach and his last stroke touched a spot inside you that almost made you cry out his name. "You'd be a half decent woman if you just stopped talking." The same could be said about him.
Although on this occasion you'll let it slide. Instead taking satisfaction in him cursing as you start to tighten around him. The pleasure building in your body and you're inching closer to cumming around him. "Don't you dare stop," you murmur, legs shaking on either side of him as he continues to pound into you.
"You're so damn bossy," he grunts. Despite his words he still does as you say. Bucking into you until you're breathless, shaking and reaching pleasure of an all time high as your orgasm washes over you. He curses again, cumming not too long after, spilling himself inside. You both remain still, panting through the lasting remnants of sexual delight.
You could kick him out now, the thought does cross your mind. Although he'll be gone by morning anyways. You both know that and whether or not this will change anything neither of you can say. But for all the irritation he gives you, this is the very least he can do to make up for some of it.
"Is that it?" So, of course you goad him into a second round. And he falls right for it, cock twitching to life again shortly after.
