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Jody • California

[dollyzdaydreamz]

re9 leon kennedy x reader

the work dilf

description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.

fluff ✿ 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist

You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.

Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.

You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98. 

Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.

He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.

But, man, was he delectable.

You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.

He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you. 

You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions. 

Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.

Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel. 

Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms. 

Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.

Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you. 

You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.

You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.

It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.

And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.

Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?

Damn blue eyed stare.

You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.

As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.

You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a following of about two hundred thousand.

It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.

You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.

You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.

You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.

“I know how you feel, girl, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.

Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.

And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…

you spilled.

“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”

You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.

Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”

Another gifted sub popped up.

girl spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise

“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”

You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.

OLDER??

like how much older?

You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”

FIVE ZERO?

beekeeping age

an older man you say???

Dilffff

Oh so he’s a dilf

You gave the webcam a flat look.

“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”

You shifted in your seat.

“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”

You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.

girl get him

SEDUCE HIM

Ooo a little age gap momentt

WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE

whats his name

“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”

You leaned closer to the mic.

“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”

You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.

“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”

You pause, biting your tongue. 

Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.

“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”

You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”

Oh honey…

Yea i would clear out the whole room

loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….

real

“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish. 

You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.” 

You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.” 

“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”

Comments rolled in again.

imagine he sees this

help

yall better not clip ts

“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”

You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.

Most of them were variations of there’s no way that’s true.

You just smiled to yourself.

And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.

Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.

It happened right after the water bottle incident.

You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.

You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.

“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.

Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.

Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”

You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.

His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.

“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.

You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.

“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”

You glanced back.

Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused. 

“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.

Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.

“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”

The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.

You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.

When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.

He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!” 

“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.

Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.

His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.

Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them. 

“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face. 

“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly. 

He nods, “Streaming huh?”

You blinked.

“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”

Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip, 

“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul. 

You shifted in your seat, “Oh.” 

“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time. 

You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”

He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.

“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”

You froze completely.

“…Huh?” You said stupidly. 

“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.

“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

Damn Sherry. 

Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.  

“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally. 

Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.

“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out. 

“What do you mean?” he blinked.

You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”

An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”

You straightened immediately.

Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent. 

You shook your head, what were you thinking? 

So insensitive. 

“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”

Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”

You nodded slowly, completely serious.

His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”

“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer. 

You blinked, swallowing at his proximity. 

“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned. 

What. 

“Over dinner?...”

“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.” 

Your soul left your body.

“But—“ 

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.

One.

He definitely watched your stream.

And two.

You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.

A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.

You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.

And now here you are, still streaming.

Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.

Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.

Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.

who just came in?

DOOR?

Is that a mannn???

You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.

You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work. 

He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss. 

Your chat exploded again.

HELLO?????

wait guys whose that

SNACK DELIVERY???

IS THAT HIM

tHe WORK DILF…

You snorted softly under your breath.

Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second. 

His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.

When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale. 

“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.

You glanced sideways at him. 

He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?” 

You rolled your eyes.

“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”

Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, ““The work what?”

He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past. 

HELLO SIR

Yo is that Leon Kennedy??

HI LEON

easy white chocolate 

Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter? 

Easy there white chocolate

BE cool chat

guys she said she works for the dso it makes sense

His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”

You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice. 

ooo he’s real 

HIS VOICE

flash us

BEEKEEPING AGE 

Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.

“…What’s beekeeping age?”

You dropped your head into your hands.

Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.” 

While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.

He scanned the chat slowly.

“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”

You winced,

“Maybe don’t—“

Too late.

HOW OLD ARE YOU

Leon huffed, “Old.”

Wait so what do you guys do for work?

Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”

ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH

Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”

aww how did you fall for her??

“Well, I knew she was the one for me when she clocked me in the head with a bottle.”

You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”

Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.

He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”

“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath. 

He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”

You huffed, “…No.”

Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.

You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”

Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.

“Be nice.”

Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.

shiii i mean, if leon worked with me, the world would neverrr hear the end of it.

I FOUND OUT WHAT IT MEANS and I was right :D i was worried it had some crazy double meaning

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chewing thru my gates reading this

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Soft & Vulnerable

"I didn't know where else to go… so I came here."

"Can I stay? Just for tonight?"

"You make me feel like I'm not too much."

"I'm scared you'll stop loving me if I show you everything."

"I don't need you to fix it. Just… be here."

"You remembered. No one ever remembers."

"I didn't know love could feel like this."

"I didn't know how much I needed this until now."

"You always were my home."

"I don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden."

"I'm trying so hard not to cry right now."

"You're the only person who makes me feel safe."

"I didn't think anyone would notice I was hurting."

"Everyone needs someone to lean on sometimes."

"You can always lean on me. I will hold you up."

"I'm just so tired of it all. But never of you."

"We are not there yet, but I know eventually we will be."

"I wish I could be the version of me you see."

"I don't know how to be okay without pretending."

"With me, you will never have to pretend."

"I'm scared of what happens if I let you love me."

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Forging Fires

March x F!Reader

You're the new adventurer who has taken over the farm south of Mistria. While March didn't like you in the beginning, he began to warm up to you. You find out just how much he's accepted you one night at the Forge.

WARNINGS: embarrassing fluff, word throw-up, and slight NSFW content hinted. MxF

Thanks for reading!

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You knew it was much too late to be working the forge, but you couldn't help yourself.

By the time you had exited the mines that day, the sun had long since decended past the mountain peak overlooking Mistria. At midnight, the blue skies had darkened to nearly black, with glittering diamonds framing the silver-painted moon. You were exhausted. Your arms ached from the day's work, and your eyelids were heavy. But it was worth it because tucked neatly into your bag was a stack of gold. Literally.

While making your way into town, you peered at your treasure with a grin. You knew that the ingots made from the mined ore would not just benefit you, but also the town. With the amount you'd collected, you'd easily be able to upgrade your pickaxe and then some, plus have extras to share with the local blacksmiths. You couldn't wait to present a fresh bar to March and Olric.

And it could have easily waited until the next morning... But you couldn't help yourself.

That's how March found you only minutes later; hunched over his anvil, your eyes soley focused on the sparks flying from the scalding metal as your hammer kissed its golden surface. The sleeves of your shirt were rolled up and over your elbows, showing the map of faded scars that stretched across your skin and your jeans clinging tightly to your curves. You hadn't even noticed him approach. He stood there for a moment in pure silence, watching in awe as you continued. He had spent his evening at The Sleeping Dragon, maybe (definitely) having one-too-many ales with Ryis and talking about their latest projects. March's head felt fuzzy, and with quiet steps, he moved to stand behind you. The scent of the mines clung to you; a mix of smoke and dirt, as well as your shampoo.

"Looks good."

Your arm jerked, the heavy hammer skiddering to a halt. "Fuck, March! You nearly scared the life out of me!" Your head turned in his direction, narrow eyes finding his. He had the ghost of a smile on his lips. Of course, he'd enjoy your spooked reaction.

He held his hands up innocently. "'M'sorry. Didn't mean to, I promise. I've been here for..." How long had he been standing there for? He couldn't tell. "Well, I've been here."

There was a real smile on March's lips at this point. You cocked your head at him, huffing slightly. "Don't make it a habit." You turned your attention back to your work. "It is looking pretty nice, right?"

March hummed in response, ducking his head lower towards yours. The faint scent of booze clung to March's clothing, giving you a good idea of where he'd been. "Oh! That reminds me, I found something for you." You set the head of the hammer onto the ground, leaning its handle against the anvil to rummage through your bag. After a few seconds, you finally found it. Its surface was unnaturally smooth, its golden face pure and strangely unblemished. With your free hand, you grabbed March's blindly. You didn't notice the hitch in his breath as you momentarily tangled your fingers with his. "Here. I thought that you, out of all people, would appreciate this the most."

You deposited the ore into March's hand. Almost immediately, he recognized what was given to him, and he beamed. "Why are you giving me something so thoughtful? Are you expecting something in return?" His words didn't hold its normal bite. Instead, his tone sounded more teasing. He looked up at you, his eyes glittering and his voice dropping an octave. "Well... thanks."

Immediately, your face bloomed red. Normally, March held a certain attitude towards you, the newcomer. While it had drastically improved over the last few weeks, you hadn't expected such a flirtatious move. The last time March had acted in this fashion was when he had a little too much to drink, which you had only witnessed once. And while you were well aware of March's looks, you had not once realistically played around with the idea of March being a man to pine over. He just didn't see you in that way. which was fine.

Unfortunately, your heart wasn't on the same page that your brain was.

"N-no problem." You mentally cursed at yourself for tripping over your words. Stupid.

"I'm serious." March stepped forward and clumsily grabbed your hand. He pressed it to his chest, your palm laying flat on the blacksmith's thin shirt. You could feel the heat radiating from March's body, as if there was a furnace placed where his heart would be. "I seriously appreciate this. I've never seen such a beautiful piece of gold ore."

You laughed, your nerves slowly calming. "Okay, okay. Message received." You used your trapped hand to pat on March's chest and attempted to pull away. Instead, his grip only tightened. "Uh... March?"

He caught his bottom lip in between his teeth. He seemed to contemplate his next words, but only for a moment. "It's still not as beautiful as you, though." The slur of his words had faded just a little, but March's drunk confidence was still ever-present.

You froze, eyes moving upwards to meet his. You felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest. "You're drunk, March. You don't know what you're saying." Trying to play it off as a joke, you attempted to smile at the redhead. But it didn't come off in the way that you had hoped because March only furrowed his brows. He looked frustrated at your words.

"Noooo." He drawled his word out and used your trapped hand to tug you closer. "I'm only a little tipsy, but I'm well-aware of where I am, who I'm with, and what I'm doing." His dark eyes were solely focused on you and slowly trailed from your face and down your body. "Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you how pretty you are? You're absolutely stunning. You're like... Like... This piece of ore! Golden, perfect, loved by everyone." He waved around the chunk of raw metal in his other hand, as if it helped to prove his point. He was on a role. "You're also so smart. You know exactly what we need, and even when I was so unwelcoming in the beginning, you never called it quits. You know just what to say and when to say it. You're so brave, going down into the mines and fighting anything in your path. And your confidence is just... such a turn-on. When you give me any kind of attitude, it makes me want to grab you and kiss you." He blabbered without thinking, and all the while, you turned even more and more red. "And I've been trying to be nicer to you because Ryis said that women prefer guys who compliment them and hold the door open and do chivalry shit. But you don't even bat an eye, and I don't know what else to do to show you I like you."

March finally paused long enough to catch his breath, and before he could launch himself into another tirade, you used your free hand to slap it over his month. "Alright. I get it." Your cheeks were aflame, your gaze jumping down to your hand on his mouth, to your hand still clung against his chest, to his necklace. You didn't know where, exactly, to look.

March released your hand and grabbed at your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. He had his brows pulled together as if trying to figure you out. Your mouth was dry, the heat in the blacksmith's gaze smoldering out anything you were planning to say. Instead, you freed March's lips from their makeshift prison. He continued to stare at you quizically.

"So?" He finally prompted. "Are you going to let me kiss you, or what?" You could see March's confidence wavering the longer that he looked at you, as if finally realizing all of the emotions that were just dumped on you. He began to chew on his bottom lip again nervously. "I mean, if you don't want to-"

You cut him off by surging forward, grabbing the front of March's shirt to yank him down to your level. He stumbled forward, eyes widening in surprise as you closed the gap between you two. His lips crashed into yours, most likely bruised as you molded into him. March was still, and for a moment, you had worried you might've hurt him, but suddenly, he was a flurry of movement.

You heard the clang of the gold ore hit the ground, and then March was tangling his hand into your hair, tilting your head upwards to better meet your lips. His other hand found purchase on your hip, pulling your body flush against his own. His chest was pressed against your own, heartbeat erratic and no doubt matching the rhythm of your own. One of his legs slid in between yours, his thigh pressing deliciously against your core. You gasped, and the second you had parted your lips, March's tongue delved in deeper to taste you. He was a starving man, and you were his oasis.

The two of you only pulled apart to catch your breath. March's lips were swollen and bruised, his tanned cheeks flushed as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. He looked as if he wanted to eat you up, and you could only assume you had the same expression. His chest was still rapidly rising and falling as he brought his lips on you once more, making a wet trail from your cheek and down the curve of your neck.

His name left your lips in a breathy moan, and you felt March's toothy grin against your skin. "Is it safe to say that you like me, then?" His cockiness had returned once more, but you weren't complaining. Instead, you twisted the cord of March's necklace around your finger.

"That depends." You mused, glancing up at March through your lashes as he pulled his lips away from you. "You wouldn't make me say it first, would you?"

March flushed, narrowing his eyes at you. "You brat." He grumbled, grabbing at your hips to pull you against his body once more. He huffed. "I like you. Good?"

"Hm, I don't know. I don't think I heard you."

"I like you! Jeez." He squeezed your hips. "Don't test me, new girl, or I'll make you regret it."

"Promise?"

Your response was innocent enough, but March's grin darkened as he brought his lips just inches from yours once more. "Cross my heart."

You pretended to hesitate, but the words were already leaving your month before you could stop them. "I'll need to hear you say it... just one more time, March."

A deep growl rose from March, and he twisted a hand in your hair. He tugged at your hair just enough to elicit a gasp from you. His eyes had become hungry once more as he leaned down. His next few words were husky, taking your breath away in a nervous rush.

"You've asked for it, now."

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Forging Fires

March x F!Reader

You're the new adventurer who has taken over the farm south of Mistria. While March didn't like you in the beginning, he began to warm up to you. You find out just how much he's accepted you one night at the Forge.

WARNINGS: embarrassing fluff, word throw-up, and slight NSFW content hinted. MxF

Thanks for reading!

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You knew it was much too late to be working the forge, but you couldn't help yourself.

By the time you had exited the mines that day, the sun had long since decended past the mountain peak overlooking Mistria. At midnight, the blue skies had darkened to nearly black, with glittering diamonds framing the silver-painted moon. You were exhausted. Your arms ached from the day's work, and your eyelids were heavy. But it was worth it because tucked neatly into your bag was a stack of gold. Literally.

While making your way into town, you peered at your treasure with a grin. You knew that the ingots made from the mined ore would not just benefit you, but also the town. With the amount you'd collected, you'd easily be able to upgrade your pickaxe and then some, plus have extras to share with the local blacksmiths. You couldn't wait to present a fresh bar to March and Olric.

And it could have easily waited until the next morning... But you couldn't help yourself.

That's how March found you only minutes later; hunched over his anvil, your eyes soley focused on the sparks flying from the scalding metal as your hammer kissed its golden surface. The sleeves of your shirt were rolled up and over your elbows, showing the map of faded scars that stretched across your skin and your jeans clinging tightly to your curves. You hadn't even noticed him approach. He stood there for a moment in pure silence, watching in awe as you continued. He had spent his evening at The Sleeping Dragon, maybe (definitely) having one-too-many ales with Ryis and talking about their latest projects. March's head felt fuzzy, and with quiet steps, he moved to stand behind you. The scent of the mines clung to you; a mix of smoke and dirt, as well as your shampoo.

"Looks good."

Your arm jerked, the heavy hammer skiddering to a halt. "Fuck, March! You nearly scared the life out of me!" Your head turned in his direction, narrow eyes finding his. He had the ghost of a smile on his lips. Of course, he'd enjoy your spooked reaction.

He held his hands up innocently. "'M'sorry. Didn't mean to, I promise. I've been here for..." How long had he been standing there for? He couldn't tell. "Well, I've been here."

There was a real smile on March's lips at this point. You cocked your head at him, huffing slightly. "Don't make it a habit." You turned your attention back to your work. "It is looking pretty nice, right?"

March hummed in response, ducking his head lower towards yours. The faint scent of booze clung to March's clothing, giving you a good idea of where he'd been. "Oh! That reminds me, I found something for you." You set the head of the hammer onto the ground, leaning its handle against the anvil to rummage through your bag. After a few seconds, you finally found it. Its surface was unnaturally smooth, its golden face pure and strangely unblemished. With your free hand, you grabbed March's blindly. You didn't notice the hitch in his breath as you momentarily tangled your fingers with his. "Here. I thought that you, out of all people, would appreciate this the most."

You deposited the ore into March's hand. Almost immediately, he recognized what was given to him, and he beamed. "Why are you giving me something so thoughtful? Are you expecting something in return?" His words didn't hold its normal bite. Instead, his tone sounded more teasing. He looked up at you, his eyes glittering and his voice dropping an octave. "Well... thanks."

Immediately, your face bloomed red. Normally, March held a certain attitude towards you, the newcomer. While it had drastically improved over the last few weeks, you hadn't expected such a flirtatious move. The last time March had acted in this fashion was when he had a little too much to drink, which you had only witnessed once. And while you were well aware of March's looks, you had not once realistically played around with the idea of March being a man to pine over. He just didn't see you in that way. which was fine.

Unfortunately, your heart wasn't on the same page that your brain was.

"N-no problem." You mentally cursed at yourself for tripping over your words. Stupid.

"I'm serious." March stepped forward and clumsily grabbed your hand. He pressed it to his chest, your palm laying flat on the blacksmith's thin shirt. You could feel the heat radiating from March's body, as if there was a furnace placed where his heart would be. "I seriously appreciate this. I've never seen such a beautiful piece of gold ore."

You laughed, your nerves slowly calming. "Okay, okay. Message received." You used your trapped hand to pat on March's chest and attempted to pull away. Instead, his grip only tightened. "Uh... March?"

He caught his bottom lip in between his teeth. He seemed to contemplate his next words, but only for a moment. "It's still not as beautiful as you, though." The slur of his words had faded just a little, but March's drunk confidence was still ever-present.

You froze, eyes moving upwards to meet his. You felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest. "You're drunk, March. You don't know what you're saying." Trying to play it off as a joke, you attempted to smile at the redhead. But it didn't come off in the way that you had hoped because March only furrowed his brows. He looked frustrated at your words.

"Noooo." He drawled his word out and used your trapped hand to tug you closer. "I'm only a little tipsy, but I'm well-aware of where I am, who I'm with, and what I'm doing." His dark eyes were solely focused on you and slowly trailed from your face and down your body. "Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you how pretty you are? You're absolutely stunning. You're like... Like... This piece of ore! Golden, perfect, loved by everyone." He waved around the chunk of raw metal in his other hand, as if it helped to prove his point. He was on a role. "You're also so smart. You know exactly what we need, and even when I was so unwelcoming in the beginning, you never called it quits. You know just what to say and when to say it. You're so brave, going down into the mines and fighting anything in your path. And your confidence is just... such a turn-on. When you give me any kind of attitude, it makes me want to grab you and kiss you." He blabbered without thinking, and all the while, you turned even more and more red. "And I've been trying to be nicer to you because Ryis said that women prefer guys who compliment them and hold the door open and do chivalry shit. But you don't even bat an eye, and I don't know what else to do to show you I like you."

March finally paused long enough to catch his breath, and before he could launch himself into another tirade, you used your free hand to slap it over his month. "Alright. I get it." Your cheeks were aflame, your gaze jumping down to your hand on his mouth, to your hand still clung against his chest, to his necklace. You didn't know where, exactly, to look.

March released your hand and grabbed at your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. He had his brows pulled together as if trying to figure you out. Your mouth was dry, the heat in the blacksmith's gaze smoldering out anything you were planning to say. Instead, you freed March's lips from their makeshift prison. He continued to stare at you quizically.

"So?" He finally prompted. "Are you going to let me kiss you, or what?" You could see March's confidence wavering the longer that he looked at you, as if finally realizing all of the emotions that were just dumped on you. He began to chew on his bottom lip again nervously. "I mean, if you don't want to-"

You cut him off by surging forward, grabbing the front of March's shirt to yank him down to your level. He stumbled forward, eyes widening in surprise as you closed the gap between you two. His lips crashed into yours, most likely bruised as you molded into him. March was still, and for a moment, you had worried you might've hurt him, but suddenly, he was a flurry of movement.

You heard the clang of the gold ore hit the ground, and then March was tangling his hand into your hair, tilting your head upwards to better meet your lips. His other hand found purchase on your hip, pulling your body flush against his own. His chest was pressed against your own, heartbeat erratic and no doubt matching the rhythm of your own. One of his legs slid in between yours, his thigh pressing deliciously against your core. You gasped, and the second you had parted your lips, March's tongue delved in deeper to taste you. He was a starving man, and you were his oasis.

The two of you only pulled apart to catch your breath. March's lips were swollen and bruised, his tanned cheeks flushed as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. He looked as if he wanted to eat you up, and you could only assume you had the same expression. His chest was still rapidly rising and falling as he brought his lips on you once more, making a wet trail from your cheek and down the curve of your neck.

His name left your lips in a breathy moan, and you felt March's toothy grin against your skin. "Is it safe to say that you like me, then?" His cockiness had returned once more, but you weren't complaining. Instead, you twisted the cord of March's necklace around your finger.

"That depends." You mused, glancing up at March through your lashes as he pulled his lips away from you. "You wouldn't make me say it first, would you?"

March flushed, narrowing his eyes at you. "You brat." He grumbled, grabbing at your hips to pull you against his body once more. He huffed. "I like you. Good?"

"Hm, I don't know. I don't think I heard you."

"I like you! Jeez." He squeezed your hips. "Don't test me, new girl, or I'll make you regret it."

"Promise?"

Your response was innocent enough, but March's grin darkened as he brought his lips just inches from yours once more. "Cross my heart."

You pretended to hesitate, but the words were already leaving your month before you could stop them. "I'll need to hear you say it... just one more time, March."

A deep growl rose from March, and he twisted a hand in your hair. He tugged at your hair just enough to elicit a gasp from you. His eyes had become hungry once more as he leaned down. His next few words were husky, taking your breath away in a nervous rush.

"You've asked for it, now."

[flip-syde]

Heard you called for the Meme Queen, so....

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Advice for writing relationships

Ship Dynamics

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a polyamorous relationship

How to write a wedding

How to write found family

How to write forbidden love

Introducing partner(s) to family

Honeymoon

Date gone wrong

Fluffy Kiss Scene

Love Language - Showing, not telling

Love Language - Showing you care

Affections without touching

Giving the reader butterflies with your characters

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other

Relationship Problems

Relationship Changes

Milestones in a relationship

Platonic activities for friends

Settings for conversations

How to write a love-hate relationship

How to write enemies to lovers

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

How to write academic rivals to lovers

How to write age difference

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for having a crush on someone

Ways to sabotage someone else's relationship

Ways a wedding could go wrong

Arranged matrimony for royalty

Signs of a Toxic Relationship

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[shanesbluechicken]

Emily: Try not to sound too desperate.

Shane: Of course I won't. I'm not desperate.

*later*

Farmer: Wow I love this restaurant.

Shane: Haha I love you too.

[opulentcryptids]

Oh my god i should totally upload my stardew coat on here

[opulentcryptids]

Coat

[pokemonbutch-fr]

So first of all THIS wonderful fella I'm now obsessed with?

First of all, his name is Scorch which is SO cute and I need a fandragon of Scorch

Second of all I looked up how much he costs to buy him and

I'm getting conflicting reports

[guardsbian]

[pokemonbutch-fr]

[sighsomemore]

[cosmy]

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[chaariss]

i really hope my wish comes true

[champagnepug]

my last two wishes came true, one more couldn’t hurt

[pradest]

SO I WISHED FOR AN IMAC THE LAST TIME I DID THIS AND A WEEK LATER MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH AN IMAC. HONESTLY SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WANTED ONE, I DIDNT TELL ANYONE, IT WAS AN EARLY XMAS PRESENT. Wow this works

[freshexe-deactivated20140422]

THIS IS FOR REAL IT ACTUALLY WORKS

[magicalmischel]

man, I hope I can get into at least some classes next semester, so far I was able to enrol only in one class and in all the others the capacity is full, like that’s so dumb, all of them are classes I need for my degree???

Like at this point I’m willing to reblog anything and everything 😂 I already emailed all the teachers so all I can really do is wait which sucks 😐

[otromeru-deactivated20220817]

Hi, excuse me, um... Can you please make a part 2 of mc giving out lumches to the brothers and mammon fucking up? Please! It's ok of ur too busy, I understand! Anyways, Stay Safeeeee!! Here, have some flowers💐

Here's part 2! The story will end at part 3 so yeah haha enjoy! Credits to @beelz-babe for helping me out with the 2nd part! ^^

Tag: Angst

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

--

Mammon was down in the mouth. The demon was slumped in his chair as he stares at nothing. He was too deep in thought to even pay attention in class or notice the people around him.

In his mind he can't stop replaying the event that took place during lunch time. Neru's eyes staring back at him in shock and later followed by her smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

She was hurt. Even an idiot like him can see that.

Mammon has tried talking to her and trying to explain himself but failed terribly. Neru has been avoiding him ever since. Even during their shared classes, she changed seats; not wanting to sit beside him like she usually does.

"Okay we're gonna do some discussions today" the professor exclaimed, snapping Mammon out from his thoughts. "Everyone please arrange yourself in groups of 2 and discuss the topics given. You have 5 minutes to search for a partner and 15 minutes to discuss about the topic"

Groups of two? Mammon's eyes immediately fell on Neru. Maybe this is an opportunity for him to talk to her and explain himself, he thought. Not really a suitable time but at least he gets to talk to her?

The demon quickly stood up from his chair and walk towards her table. He was nervous but the thought of not being able to hear Neru's voice or her being with someone else scares him.

"Hey N-Neru, we should team up yeah? I mean wouldn't it be easier since we're both stayin' at the same dorm?" He laughs nervously. Hoping that their familiarity would reconnect them back but as soon as Neru saw him, she looked away.

"I already have a partner" she said coldly.

"Eh??? Who???"

"Mephistopheles"

"What???" Mammon couldn't believe it. She pick Mephistopheles over him?? "But--"

"It's okay, Mammon. You don't really have to do this.." she was picking up her stuff from the table to bring to her partner. But really, she just wanted to run away from the situation.

"And besides" she paused. "I'm just a stupid human. You wouldn't wanna be partner with me"

Mammon could feel his heart break.

"I didn't mean it, i didn't mean it, i didn't mean it!!" Is what he wanted to say but words failed him. He felt anger, guilt, envy and they were all mixed up together, eating him whole. He hates it. He hates it so much and yet he deserved it.

Mammon could only watch as his favourite human went to sit with another demon. Is she pushing him away completely..?

--

At the House of Lamentation, Mammon has locked himself up in his room. He didn't even join the others for dinner once he found out Neru is staying at the Purgatory hall for a few days.

Does she hate him so much to the point of not even wanting to stay in the same house?

The greedy demon leans against his bed on the floor as he stares at his phone, scrolling through the countless messages and voice calls he sent which she didn't even bother to read or pick up. He's starting to believe that she has completely removed him from her life and it hurts.

"I'm an idiot" He threw his phone on the floor and hug his legs for comfort. Mammon's finally at his wits end.

"Mammon?" A familiar voice called. It was Levi.

"Hey, i want my headphones back. You know the one i lent you the other da-- eh??? What's up with you?? Are you... are you crying!?"

"Piss off, Levi. I'm not in the mood" the older brother didn't even bother to lift up his head but from the hoarseness of his voice, it was clear that he was crying.

"Eh... okay..?" Levi stood there awkwardly. He came to Mammon's room to get his headphones back but instead he finds him balling up on the floor. The otaku is never good at handling situations like this so he would usually walk away to let them settle their own problems. It's not like he doesn't care, he just doesn't know what to do.

But right now he really wants his headphones back. A game is starting in another hour and what better way to enjoy it than with his beloved headphones? The third born started searching for it in Mammon's room. He searched the sofa, the bed, Mammon's closet; everywhere! But to no avail, he couldn't find it.

It would be stupid to ask Mammon about it when he's in that situation. It's the same as asking a brick wall. He'll get nothing. So guess he has no choice but to comfort him.

"Hey.. you uh.. wanna talk about it?" Levi asked awkwardly.

Mammon lift up his head to look at his younger brother. Levi was right. Mammon is crying. His eyes were all red and puffy and Levi could swear there's some snot running out of his nose. Damn Mammon's a mess, he thought.

"I actually heard from Satan about what happened at RAD" The otaku joined him on the floor. "You just had to run your mouth did you?"

Mammon only kept quiet. At this point he just doesn't care anymore. If his brothers want to berate him then so be it. He deserves it, he thought.

"But you do know she loves you right?" Levi asked.

"What..?"

The otaku sighed. "As much as i hate to admit it, it's fairly obvious that out of 7 us, she likes you the most. I mean, she even made your bento extra special. It's so not fair"

"S-She did?????"

"But you didn't get it did you? LOLOLOL serves you right!"

"Shut up! H-How should i know she was there when it happened"

Levi shook his head. "You're an idiot, you know that? Even if she wasn't there, it was still scumy of you to say those things behind her back. How would you feel if she did that to you?"

Mammon fell silent. Levi has a point. If Neru were to ever talk shit about him behind his back, he would probably feel betrayed and hurt. Neru has been really nice to him. In fact, she was the only person who has ever been nice to him but Mammon just had to mess it up. And now she's hurt because of him.

"I m-may be an otaku but i've read enough shoujo mangas to know a thing or two on how to handle situations like these"

Mammon stares at Levi. Is he really trying to help him? Or is he trying to make fun of him??

"How..???" He asked, unsure of the situation.

"Hehe listen up! The number one rule of making up is to never ignore them. If she runs away from you, go after her! Girls love that"

"Right.."

"Second, give her a hug and acknowledge her feelings. Just say, I'm sorry for being a scumy jerk"

"Oi!"

"And third, you have to be honest. Sometimes, saying sorry is not enough. You gotta think super hard and be honest to her and to yourself" Levi added. Mammon stares at Levi in awe. He can't believe that his shut-in, otaku of a brother gave him some pretty solid advice there.

Honesty was never his strong point, how in devildom is he going to do that?? The greedg demon thought long and hars as he stares at the mark on his arm. Suddenly it clicked.

The pact! How can he forgot about his pact with her!?

Mammon immediately stood up from the floor. "You're right! If i'm being honest to her, she'd forgive me right?!"

"Who knows? Maybe?" Levi shrugs.

"Thanks Levi! I owe ya!" Mammon grins. The white haired demon quickly took his phone, put on his jacket and left the room. Leaving his younger brother dumbfounded.

"OI!! WHERE DID YOU PUT MY HEADPHONES?? AND YOU STILL OWE ME 200 GRIMM, YOU IDIOT!!"

It seems like Levi's efforts have backfired. Guess he'll just have to try again later.

[thehausghosts]

is 3 fingers too much

not at all! most people have 10 :)

[icyhotheartwritings]

Pictures of my son were requested

[shoutodoki-deactivated20201124]

OUR BIRTHDAYS ARE THE SAME DAY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN 🎉🎉🎉

BIRTHDAY TWINSIES!! OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! AHHH HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY 🎂🎊🎉

[capacity]

Why are you single

I literally don’t leave my house and I don’t talk either