#//My beautiful gal (gender neutral)

[oceanxveiined]

Messy lil hsr verse splash art concept? lol

[togamest]

HII newcomer here!! Hihi 🎀🌷🌷I love reading your windbreaker posts GJDKDKEK need them so bad😞🧎 By the way, could I ask for Hayato Suo reaction to the reader dancing to smart by lesserafim?? And wearing the pink clothes like chaewon wearing 👇👇 thiss!!

like she is a dancer and doing dance cover with the song and trying to show it to him her move... But maybe making Suo feel something different and yeah... You continue;)) that's all, I hope you have a beautiful day/night LUVV BYEISSS🩷🩷🎀

-> dance for me, dove | 735 words. gn!reader, suggestive content, suou’s got moves.

author’s notes: thanks for submitting!!! i’m not a kpop gal (gender neutral) but her ‘fit is so cute stop it!!! i hope you enjoy <3 apologies for taking so long with this one!

You’d been watching the video for hours on your phone propped up on your desk. The dancer swings her hips in a way that yours just don’t seem to want to do, and you’re frustrated, sitting down at your desk chair in a huff. You’d even gotten clothes similar to hers to try to reflect the motions on the screen, but your rhythm is just behind hers.

A knock at your door startles you. “Come in!” you say, quickly, but the door is already opening and none other than Suou walks in, hands shifting to behind his back as he takes in the scene in front of him.

Your face goes red. You probably look ridiculous to him, all dolled up with nowhere to go, the video playing on repeat silently on your phone’s screen. His eyes rake across your body, but he holds no judgement in his eyes as he comes and stands next to you, looking at the video on your screen.

“Are you…trying to dance like her, dove?”

Your face is so red, you can feel it as you cup your hands over your eyes, groaning. “Maybe,” you say hesitantly, and you jump a little as you feel Suou’s hand land on your shoulder. You look up at him through your fingers, and his smile reaches his eyes as he regards you with a precious expression.

“Up.”

“Huh?”

“Stand up. I’ll help you.”

You obey him, confused but standing anyway as he slides into the desk chair behind you, caging you between his legs. His hands land on your hips, your exposed skin suddenly hot underneath his palms, and you shiver. “Suou, what—”

“Play the video for me, baby.”

You do, and you let it repeat a few times as he follows the motions. You know he’s one for rhythm; you’ve seen him fight, it’s like he’s moving to a cadence that no one else can understand, the fluidity of it so beautiful to watch. Of course he’d want to help you gain your own.

There’s an affirming noise from behind you. “Move with my hands, okay?”

You nod again, playing the video a little slower, letting Suou’s hands move you to the beat. This was the hardest part for you; the arms you could do, but putting it all together was a struggle. Although, thanks to Suou’s pushes and pulls on your hips taking care of that side of things, your eyes slide shut, embracing the movement.

“That’s it, baby, relax into it.”

His voice is so soothing as you dance for him in front of him, attempting to make it a little faster and still having it click. You pause on the video, before whipping around with a smile on your face. “I did it, right?” you ask excitedly, and he grins, nodding. “You did, and it was gorgeous.” His voice is so gentle, so full of admiration for such a simple thing, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Let me try without your help.”

He pushes the chair away, the wheels rolling him towards your bed, giving you enough room to dance. “Go ahead. You can do it.”

You hit play on the music, and you look at him as you dance. You feel the rhythm now, you can feel the right moments to move your arms and hips to the song, and you can see it in Suou’s eyes. He’s watching you so intently, like you’re under a microscope, but it doesn’t bother you somehow. It makes you feel confident.

That, and the darker look that seems to be crawling out of him makes you giggle, your hips swinging extra hard. “Like what you see, Suou?”

His knuckles are white on the desk chair’s arms as he nods. You almost miss it, but he bites his lip before answering. “Yeah. You look so good like this, dove. So good.”

You grin again. You know what you did to him; you can feel it in the air, the tension thickening as the song ends behind you. It wasn’t your exact intention, but it’s a good pay-off for succeeding at something you’d been frustrated on for hours.

You hop into his lap, instantly feeling the hard-on in his pants as you gently rub your hips against him. “Want me to dance like that on you now?”

He doesn’t miss a beat as he answers. “If you wouldn’t mind, of course.”

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[simpforfandoms]

Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

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“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

[floralcrematorium]

2, 30, 45!

2. Who are you favorite Hetalia artists?

I followed kyuhu on Instagram long before I got back into Hetalia, so it was a joy to discover they're also on Tumblr! I also adore rod1832's work. I am a big fan of art nouveau and decorative artwork, and seeing their fairy tale series reminded me just how much I adore being an illustrator and I wish my work had similar precision and cleanliness. It makes me want to work on my compositional skills, understanding of color, and linework skills. There's a lot of other artists I enjoy, but these two were the first to come to mind!

30. BroTP? Headcanons?

Hmhmhmmmmhm I wanna write a fic where the Bad Friends Trio go to Medieval Times. Like, the restaurant,,, tournament,,, situation,,, thing in America. I haven't been since I was like 13 or 14 but I think they'd have fun. Gilbert would be an ass & jeer at the knights, especially in nationverse. Francis wins the tiara they usually give out to teenage girls Because He's Pretty and I want him to get the tiara. They all buy swords. This has been on my fic ideas list for a little bit now.

45. Most iconic canon line?

Unfortunately the dub was my first exposure to the show and I need to go back through the webcomics and sub. I also haven't watched the dub in a moment (shivers in fear... Todd Haberkorn)

Two lines that are iconic to me personally are:

"Is this a painting of your boyfriend or girlfriend or gender neutral chibi thing?"

My two friends who used to co-admin a Hetalia instagram account with me circa 2014-2017 (Deleted 2021) have a new discord server and funnily enough we're one dude, one gal, and one enby, so our server nicknames are "boyfriend," "girlfriend," and "gender neutral chibi thing." I'm gender neutral chibi thing.

"Spoiler alert, I want to pet cats. Want to pet cats. I want to pet kitties." - Greece (Beautiful World)

I've literally been quoting this for years now every time I'm hunting down one of my cats with a desire to pet and annoy them

[cryptids-rest-of-sin-and-delight]

Mike praising and fingering the his s/o hdheegegeg (fem if that’s ok, but gender neutral is alright too!! ^^)

Mike X Fem Reader -Praise -F!ngering

“You’re doing so well, hun” Mike cooed, his fingers brushing against your clit.

You let out a shaky moan as you shivered. You had no clue if it was from Mike’s words or the way he so easily pulled you apart, his diving back into your pussy, stretching you wide.

“My precious star. So good for me. So beautiful” Mike continued, his fingers curling and making you gasp.

The acrobat gave a chuckle as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You squirmed, letting out a whimper. “Mike…” You said, before being gently shushed with a kiss by Mike.

“Just let me do this, alright? I wanna treat my golden gal well, like gold!”

The both of you snickered at Mike’s lame attempt of a joke, before you suddenly gasped as Mike inserted a third finger. You squimed more, your face growing a few shades darker as Mike continued to shower you in love and praise.

You let out a sudden moan as Mike sped up, his smiling face filling your view before you closed your eyes. “Aww, that’s not fair, I wanna see your pretty face in full view” He fake whined. You damn good and well if you opened them you would see him fake pouting too. “No. Because if I do, you’ll drown me in praises” You argued earning a laugh from Mike.

“Like that is gonna stop me from showering you with all the sweetest words in the world!” Mike joked, earning another laugh from you. “But no..seriously, I wanna see your face when you cum. I just know you’ll be beautiful when you do it. So could you? For me”

You cracked an eye open, before wrapping your arms around Mike. “Fine you win, you silly clown man”

“Can I continue then, sweets?” He asked to which you nod. You let out little moans and sighs as Mike continued to finger you. Sometimes gasping when he used his other hand to play with your clit. At some point his paced quicken and your little moans and sighs became louder and louder, before suddenly turning into a loud gasp as you came.

“Beautiful…”Mike whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek once again.

[heavisdelulu]

Hey guys, gals, and gender neutral friends!!

First of all thank you for tuning in🥹! Even thought it’s like a few of y’all I still appreciate it🫶🏾!! 🫵🏾🪨

So the real tea…

I have a tendency to get stumped when writing (typing lol) writer block type shit🤧. So I made forum in google docs that y’all can fill out. Just to get some ideas or to interact with y’all. I want y’all as invested in the story as I am!! On the docs, you can give me scenarios/ headcannons you’d like to see Alani and Miles in. Either to get a feel for her character or just for fun!! You can even ask questions about the stories!! If you want to see how she looks and her family, you can ask I can attempt to draw it up to my best abilities(unless I give up half way and find a picture on Pinterest 🤠)!! Anything will do honestly 🧡 .

Here’s the link : https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdT_FtmUU_z0CE8zVbGzi52H5fcTJ-2P1Rq0-I7X80wzRrnvA/viewform?usp=pp_url

Incase you couldn’t tell, I love reaction memes and emojis and will be using them in the story 💀. Feel free to send or steal as you please!!!

Any ways, thank you again for your time! Have a beautiful day and drink some water!!🫶🏾🫵🏾💋

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9, 14, 21, 32, 34

9. When did you realize you weren't cishet?

when I was fourteen! nearly fifteen. at the end of the school year a couple of my older friends who were graduating took me for a night out and we saw Pitch Perfect 2 and I dunno I just had a Moment. Anna Kendrick was real pretty in that movie. so was the gal in the German acapella group idr her name but she's Pretty. in the car on the way home I just kinda. oh I guess I'm bi. huh. it's not a very good movie but it lives in my brain as my gay awakening

continued thinking I was a cis girl til about sixteen I think, that one's fuzzier cuz there wasn't really a Moment. also still a journey I'm on djdkzjf we'll see where that goes. I dunno. gender is hard and stupid.

14. How do you think other factors like neurodivergency or upbringing have impacted your identity?

god that's a good question. probably a lot. girl power was a big thing I grew up with, a lot of assurance that there was no Right or Wrong way to be a girl, that kind of thing. I've never felt restrained by feminine labels but I've never really resonated with them either. it's freeing cuz like, there's no concern for me that I've jumped on the trans wagon because Being A Woman is an inherently miserable, restricting experience. I've never felt that way, I've always known womanhood can be an amazing and beautiful and freeing thing. I've just always felt very neutral towards mine

it's also a bit confusing bc it's not something I feel the need to abandon - to a degree I think I'd feel a little guilty if I did, but it's not something I feel very connected to either. if that makes sense. makes it hard to pin down what I Want

I think anxiety also makes me overthink a lot so that's part of why gender is such a Struggle probably

21. What message would you give to your younger self?

just go talk to your ex about what happened you little chickenshit.

32. Do you do arts and crafts? Post a pic of a project you've done:

I went to a garden with some watercolor classmates last week and I painted this bear statue. I should've brought pencils fjskfn but I think she's cute

34. What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)?

mmmmmmm I dunno. more of an irl social life I guess? I need to be around more people who aren't my parents hgjfkskf I'm working on that, I think I'm making more of an effort than I have in the last like. six years. but it's still not something I really Know how to cultivate anymore. I'm trying though

[yanban-san]

i like to think it'd be a certain kind of funny if after everything, all the strings they've pulled nshit, the ONE thing that darling isn't okay with is dating their bosses. like darling's very very much into them too, had a bit of a "they're really popular though, idk maybe im reading too much into things?" talk with elesa that... well, it happened. i'll leave how that went up to you but EVENTUALLY at one of Gal Pal Hangout Time(tm) (gender neutral) darlings like "ok. im gonna do it." and elesa's all like "oh???" and audibly sweating because this usually doesn't end well-and lo and behold you pull a "im gonna quit." on her and her eyes almost bug out of her head. two pairs of eyes certainly bug out of the wall behind you, and before anyone else can say or do anything you follow up with a "i mentioned i don't feel comfortable dating my bosses earlier, right? so im gonna quit and then go for it; confess to ingo and emmet, i mean." and oh, bless you, you're all shaky and a little jittery about it but you look so damn proud of yourself and with the solution you thought up. this' been a damn long while coming because as much as she loves you goddamn are you dense (affectionate) - feather anon

Oh this is adorable-

Put it under the cut because- is long :)

Darling's been a nervous wreck ever since they started catching feelings for their bosses- Between the twins saving them, giving them little gifts, constantly praising them and treating them so sweetly-

Darling's tried to write it off- or perhaps has always been a bit of an air head when it came to these things- as just the two being nice. They are, after all, the legendary Station Masters! They're powerful trainers, both having a myriad of strong pokemon- They run the entirety of Gear Station and the Unovan Transit System like a well oiled machine! Darling's seen them with their coworkers, they've seen their kind encouragements to young trainers who they do battle with. Surely their behavior towards Darling is nothing special; it's just their way of gently encouraging them to do their best as a depot agent! Although, Darling does have to admit, they are rather attractive; Which explains why they have so many devoted fans. And of course people would consider them attractive- Even Gym Leader Elesa befriended the two!

And somehow, though Darling really isn't sure how, they ended up being friends with Elesa as well. They're really not sure what the beautiful model saw in them to approach them one day on their shift, but she did, and seemed oddly nervous talking to them- but they took it in stride and somehow ended up with her asking if they'd like to get coffee later- As friends, of course.

And so Darling and her set up regular hangout times, having coffee- or having a pokemon battle or two- Elesa showing off some of her more exotic electric types she owned, or offering Darling tips and training advice.

However, the conversations Darling has with her... quickly shifted to romantic discussions. At first, Darling thought Elesa may've been trying to ask them out- but she wasn't. She just seemed to genuinely like talking about dates she'd been on, or her friend's love lives- and she often asked Darling about their thoughts- was there anyone they were interested in? Anyone they were in love with?

Darling was shy at first- mentioning off-handedly a boy here or there, and swore- almost swore they saw Elesa look a little crestfallen when they mentioned anybody by name...

And the conversation would drift to your work- did you like your coworkers? Anyone particularly cute?

Or what about your bosses? You know, the handsome, beautiful twins who run the entire transit system- It would be difficult not to like them, right?

Darling sighs at the memories. So much had happened since then- and things had changed, for better or for worse. They’d considered their options, and they had arrived at what they considered the best course of action.

Things just couldn’t continue the way they were anymore. It was impossible.

Darling is sitting across from Elesa again, holding their head in their hands; And Elesa’s wondering what’s wrong.

---

“That’s it,” You announce, voice shaking. “I can’t- I can’t take this- this anymore-”

Elesa looks up from her coffee- She’s actually a little worried, you’ve been looking absolutely miserable these past few days, and you normally seem pretty cheerful- And now your eyes are practically sparkling with tears. Your emotions seemed to be effecting Emmet and Ingo, as well; They had been trying to lift your spirits so desperately, but no matter what, you just seemed.. melancholy at best, and ready to cry at worst.

And now the weather was reflecting just how upset they were as well; It had been raining on and off all week, and no sunshine- Elesa was called into the office of the twins rather urgently, and it was the first time she’d seen one of them looking... inhuman around her. Ingo was nowhere to be seen until suddenly the shadows of the office stretched, condensing into a strange black pool on the floor that writhed and shaped itself gradually into a being she knew was Ingo. Emmet simply did not appear.

The Ingo before her was remarkably... strange looking. His face was blocked by shadows, and he stood much taller than a human could- and his eyes, while still silver, were marked with darkened, slitted pupils rather than his regular eyes. He stood at attention, the shape of four arms wrapped around his back, like how he carried himself as a conductor. The edges of what should’ve been his coat were writhing and stretching into the pool of darkness on the floor, and Elesa should’ve been afraid-

But she wasn’t. It must’ve been some sort of subconscious reaction, she thought, but she felt more pity than anything else for this being in front of her, for some reason.

“Ah, Miss Elesa,” Ingo’s voice was deeper- And she felt her ears rumble at hearing it-

“Our darling is upset. They’re very upset.”

“W-What about?” Elesa asked.

The shadows quivered.

“We don’t know. You told us not to read their mind. To listen to their thoughts- That it was rude. But they are so horribly upset, they avoid us- They’ve been sobbing to themselves in private. They refuse to report to us. They have called out sick when they are not sick.”

Elesa felt a bead of sweat run down her face- Was Ingo going to blame her for this-

“You told us not to read their thoughts, Miss Elesa. I believe you did not intend for anything bad to happen.”

“I- I did not,”

“-They will not speak to us. But perhaps they will speak to you. Find out what makes them suffer. It makes us suffer so. Please.”

----

“-I really can’t. I just can’t go on like this,” You finished, sobbing again as Elesa snapped back to reality.

She needed to focus. She had a mission to complete- And she better complete it soon.

“Wh-What do you mean? Is everything alright?” She asks.

“I’m-” You hiccuped as you silenced your tears. You promised yourself; No crying. “I’m going to quit.”

The atmosphere in the cafe changed dramatically- You didn’t seem to notice.

Elesa noticed. The silence that fell over the cafe was markedly abrupt.

“I’m going to quit my job at Gear Station,” You proclaimed. Your eyes were wet with tears, but you were firm.

Elesa noticed the outside- Dark clouds had gathered over the city- Oh Sinnoh Above-

They were extremely dark clouds, she noted.

Those two were absolutely listening in, and judging by the darkness swirling around the cafeteria, and the fact that it was starting to look like the Fucking Darkest Day of Galar outside your window seat-

Elesa needed to act fast.

“Wait, Wait! Why on Earth would you want to quit? I thought you loved working at Gear Station!” She exclaimed, desperately trying to stop whatever was about to happen-

You looked at your friend- Surely, she of all people, would understand how you felt?

“I- I really do, Elesa...”

“-But,”

“-I love Emmet and Ingo more.” You finished, turning your face downward.

What.

Elesa stopped. Oh, for the love of-

“Then why would you quit your job at-”

"B-Because they’re my bosses, remember? I would never date them like that- But, if I quit... I can ask them out!”

Elesa put her hands to her temples. Oh my fucking god oh my fucking god oh my fucking god- That’s what you’d been crying about, you were fucking working up the courage to- Oh Arceus above-

But no. This was Great! Right??? Elesa picked up her napkin, rubbing it along her brow.

“So, yeah... I’m going to quit. And... hopefully ask them out. Or well, I might- I might ask out... one of them at first... I’m not sure...? I don’t know-”

“DO IT. ASK THEM BOTH OUT.” Elesa practically shouted. It shocked you upright- “B-But what if they-”

“They won’t. I guarantee it. I will say- You’re exactly their type.”

You stared at Elesa in shock- Surely, not- Wait- Had they mentioned that to her?

“Re-really? You think so? I thought they’d like someone more like you-”

“Pfft- Absolutely not-” Elesa guffawed, letting out a genuine laugh. “They’re both idiots.” She noticed the shadow on the wall twitch at this remark. “But lovable ones, I’m sure- I’m sure they’ll accept your feelings, friend.”

You smiled- Elesa was always good at helping you through these things- encouraging you. “Thank you, Elesa.”

“No problem, dear!”

And for the first time in a while, you noticed the sun coming out- It’d been rainy these past few days, hadn’t it? Maybe it was a sign.

Or maybe you had no idea what you were about to get yourself into.

[thefanficmonster]

Bumpy Road

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Depression and Relationship struggles as well as Health Problems

Genre: Mild Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: On a live podcast discussing his rise to fame and how its affected his personal life, Corpse stumbles over the topic of his romantic relationships, more specifically his relationship with Y/N.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and so sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be posted so long. However, here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it an if you do I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Right, ok we’re officially live!“ Exclaims Anthony as he waves to one of the cameras - the one turned to him - and leans closer to the mic placed on the table in front of him. “Hello everyone, thanks for tuning in today. I’m here with the internet sensation and mystery known as Corpse Husband.“ He turns away from the camera to look across the table at his guest, “Corpse, I hope you know how much effort is being put into editing that sticker over your face for the duration of this whole podcast.“

Corpse, whose face is hidden by a sticker of his avatar, chuckles, “So you’re insinuating that I should probably not move so much.”

“Exactly.“ Anthony laughs, “My guy would be very grateful for that curtesy. Yeah, I have an actual person who I assigned to move around the sticker so there goes an extra paycheck.“

“In that case I promise to give you worthy content. A lot of never previously heard scoop.“ Corpse says, mocking the very words he uses, laughing about them afterwards, “Ask away, man.“

Anthony briefly looks down at a printed sheet of paper before pushing it to the side with a slight furrow of his brows, “You know, these are all cookie-cutter questions you’ve probably been asked many times before. So, I think it’s for the best I ask you something no one has had you talk about. Or something I hope no one has had you talk about yet. If you feel uncomfortable with any question just say so and we’ll skip it right away.“

The sticker moves up and down to mask Corpse’s face as he nods, “Got it.”

“Ok um...“ Anthony falls in thought for a moment, thinking of a question, “The first thing off the top of my head, um, what part of the dark side of fame have you had the displeasure of experiencing?“

Corpse lets out a laugh dangerously close to a scoff, “Almost all if not totally all of it really. There’s such a big chunk of privacy being taken away from you on social media. I got to that point where I felt so naked and seen I felt I was losing myself as my fandom grew. I know it’s many YouTubers’ dream to blow up and have a ton of fans and followers but I never wanted that. Don’t get me wrong, I love each and every one of my fans, I just never expected to accumulate so many of them. I’m such a private person, it was so anxiety inducing in the beginning but I sort of learned how to cope with it, you know? Sometimes, in order to stop people from reaching into my real privacy, I created a fake one that I’d feed into and let them enjoy.”

Anthony’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Wow, how do we know what’s real about you anymore, huh?” It was said more as a joke but he truly meant it. If a person can fake a whole reality for people not to touch into their real one, Lord knows what else they can do.

Corpse huffs, “I’ll give you a hint: If it seems pretty, pink, peach and perfect it’s fake.“ The sticker may be hiding his face from the viewers but it’s most definitely not doing anything to shield the change in expression that occurs on his face from Anthony who’s sitting right across from him and notices the shift right away but before he could question it, Corpse prods on, “Y/N, my partner, can tell you just as much. They know better than anyone what’s the difference between what people know and what the reality is. They know that our relationship isn’t the sunny skies we put on display for our fans. I have my mental and physical health issues, my trust issues and paranoia play a big role in the ‘rains’ in our day-to-day life but they understand it’s all a part of me and a part I can’t control. It actually controls me sometimes and it’s so fucking annoying. But they understand. And while we pretend it’s perfect even though it isn’t, we find our happiness wherever and whenever we can. When it rains so often, you might as well look for a little hint of sunlight. That sunlight can create a rainbow after all. Believe me when I say, that rainbow is the most beautiful thing, makes you forget about the storm that just took place or might even be still raging all around.“ He sighs, preparing to bring his outpour of honesty to a close, “It may be a bumpy road 98% of the time even though on social media we pretend it’s the complete opposite, but that 2% of honest happiness we get from the tiniest of things are more meaningful than I could describe to you with words.“

And he’s more than right, words are often not enough. But the ones he used to describe what he just did were perfectly enough to bring one particular viewer to tears. That particular viewer who knows exactly what he was talking about. Because they are his other half and they’re going through it the same as he is. They’ve gone down that bumpy road side by side with him, ignoring the pain and turmoil while focusing their gaze on the rainbow above. That analogy was theirs from the very start after all. They both knew Y/N is the better one at finding the deeper meaning in everything even when there was nothing to be found.

They always found something. And Corpse will always cherish that trait as one of their best - always finding something to keep them both afloat.

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[neon-junkie]

in my hUmble opinion i think,, hear me out,, a sex pollen with the bad batch smut,,, amd ,,, reader is the only gal,,, thoughts? or maybe ur headcanons on how the bad batch react to being dommed

from ur fave mutual💗😁

I've started writing a fic for the Batch being sex pollen, so in the meantime, pls enjoy these headcanons on what the Batch is like when you're in charge.

Gender-neutral reader<3

Hunter

He's more than happy for you to take the lead. If anything, he encourages it.

Hunter is always in charge, seeing as he's the Sergeant and all. That mindset often follows through to the bedroom, but when you wag your finger and instruct him that you're in charge tonight, he instantly submits.

In some ways, this is Hunter's time off, a moment to breathe and relax, even if you're turning him into a whimpering mess.

He's a laid back guy who enjoys most sexual acts; guidelines and safe words are always spoken about before you two begin, and the second it begins, he instantly snaps into a submissive mindset.

Hunter feeds on praise, gentle touches, stimulation - anything giving. You can deprive and tease him every so often, but don't make a habit of it. The poor man needs somebody to care for him, not somebody to punish him.

Thanks to his heightened senses, he's incredibly sensitive, and it's going to take a while to find that perfect balance. You can always use this to your advantage though...

Hunter will lose his mind if you tie him up, sit opposite him, and get yourself off whilst declining his pleads to touch you. He can feel how fast your heart is beating in your chest, the lingering scent of your heat, even the faint taste of you dancing on his tongue. He needs you so badly, but you're in control, so it's up to you how long you drag this out for.

Orgasm denial is a 50/50 topic for him. You're allowed to deny him here and there, but don't go overboard. He needs his release; he's always pent-up, and this moments alone with you are rare. He wants to enjoy them!

Despite being submissive, Hunter still has a dominant glow to him. He'll go down on you, mouth occupied with the task at hand, but he has that look in his eyes as he locks his focus onto you. It's in his natural persona to at least have one hand on the reigns, even if it's subconscious and not intentional.

Please spoil him during after care. Give him a massage, clean him up, run your fingers through his hair as you praise him over and over. He needs it.

Wrecker

The goodest boy to ever grace this earth.

Despite his large and intimidating size, Wrecker is a switch, and he enjoys a 50/50 balance throughout his sex life.

He knows damn well how to play both parts, and always make a show of it.

Wrecker is far from bratty - he would never dream of being bratty! He wants to be your good boy, and he's going to be the most obedient, submissive, goodest boy to ever grace the galaxy.

Wrecker has few limits, but for the more extreme things, he needs a heads-up. This can be anything from casually letting him know what you'd like to do later, to making a game of it and riling him up throughout the day.

Pull him into a quiet corner, look him dead in the eyes as you place your hands on his chest, and maintain eye contact as you begin going into detail on what you want to do later.

The others know you two are discussing certain things, all thanks to Wrecker's gasps and whimpers. He attempts to keep the noise down, but you're making it so hard for him!

He's the king of praise, and needs to be gifted compliments every few minutes. Tell him over and over about how good his tongue feels, how much his cock stretches you, how perfect he's fucking you, and so forth.

Wrecker has no problem begging, he has no snooty attitude that gets in the way. If he's desperate for something, then he'll beg over and over, practically nagging your ear off!

It's impossible for Wrecker to be quiet, even if he's gagged, so most of your intense sexual acts take place in hotels. Even then, you've had noise complaints, but hotels were designed for this kinda stuff - right?

After care is one of his favourite moments, and he snaps out of his submissive stage the second the sex is over. He wants after care to be a mutual thing, even if you've really worn him out. He's going to clean you up, just as you're cleaning him up, and he won't take your protests for an answer!

Echo

Echo's always been a switch, both before and after Skako Minor.

Before, he was always extremely down to be submissive, sometimes more than he is dominant. But after Skako Minor, he almost always needs to be dominant.

He's lost a lot, both mentally and physically, and sex is one of the few times when he can truly be in control.

However, there are days when Echo is so exhausted, needy, overwhelmed, desperate, etc. Those are the days when he's more than happy to submit to you, because he needs someone to take the ropes, someone to remind him how fantastic and beautiful he is, someone to praise him over and over until he's practically in tears.

If you haven't already guessed it, Echo needs a gentle, kind, and considerate dom. He enjoys being 'whatever you need' when the roles are reversed, but when it's his time to be on his knees, he needs nothing but pure love and affection.

Edging is an act that Echo really enjoys; it's one of the few things that truly makes him feel alive, having his body feel oh-so-desperate for release. He doesn't care if he becomes a sobbing, whimpering mess - if anything, that's all the better!

But during his edging journey, you need to be reminding him often on what a good job he's doing, how he's your good boy, how strong and resilient he is, how he's perfect in every single way.

And the second you allow him to cum, he's thanking you, over and over until you silence him with a kiss. He's not just thanking you for allowing him to climax, but for everything - for being there for him, for making him feel alive, for your support, kindness, consideration. Literally everything.

After care is just as intense, and Echo is exhausted when the sex is over. He always softly protests, telling you that you don't need to clean him up, that he can do it himself, but he makes no physical effort to get away from your gentle touches.

Honestly, he loves having somebody caring for him, but the voice in the back of his head scolds him for it. Continue cleaning him up, pull him into your arms, let his head rest against your chest, and plant kisses on him as he drifts off to sleep.

That's all he needs. That's all Echo's ever needed - somebody to care for him.

Tech

Are you really surprised that Tech has a locked-away, deep and endless knowledge of sexual activities? He has minor experience with sex in general, but he's dived deep into the adult side of the holonet, both out of curiosity, and arousal.

So, when you inform Tech that you want to take the lead, he begins questioning everything that you have planned for him.

Tech needs an in-depth discussion before you two begin. He wants to know your limits, favourites, pros and cons. He wants to ensure that boundaries are set, and safe words are agreed on. Even if you're not doing anything too extreme, Tech wants to ensure that both of you are safe.

Don't be surprised if Tech pulls out a list of sexual activities that he'd like to try, marked from highest to lowest priority. His living space may be a mess, but his holopad is laid out flawlessly.

It takes a couple of sessions to 'break him in.' He often snaps out of character, wanting to ask questions, suggest future ideas, and so forth. He can't help it, his mind is always in overdrive!

At first, you need to follow his lead and reassure him when needed. But when he's still blabbering on after a few sessions, that's when you pull the ball gag out and inform him that he needs to keep his mouth under control, or else he won't be allowed to cum later.

Tech's submissive mindset finally sets in, and oh boy, he is the whiniest, loudest, most sensitive man you'll ever meet. The slightest touch has his mind spinning, and if you think that's bad, just you wait until you begin denying and edging him.

Tech will try almost anything once, and he'll know almost instantly if he's enjoying it or not. But out of everything, he adores being gagged and tied up, edged and denied over and over, all whilst you're telling him about what a good, smart boy he is.

Seriously, rile him up by going into depth about how much you adore his exceptional mind. He'll lose it. That's his weakness!

After care is a mutual activity. You'll be telling him about how good he was, and he'll be thanking you for treating him so well. Tech almost always ends up falling asleep in your arms after, and he'll fall asleep even quicker if you play with his hair.

Crosshair

Oh boy.

You're going to need to be extremely patient, firm, and dominant when it comes to having Crosshair submit to you. He's the brattiest brat you'll ever meet, but it's worth the time and effort when you finally 'break him in.'

He needs to be close to you in order to truly submit, really close. Crosshair's truly submissive side reveals that he's a whiny mess of a man, and he's not comfortable with just anybody seeing that side of him.

At first, Crosshair is full of back chat, petty comments, follows your orders wrong, or refuses to do them overall. He has made it his mission to rile you up, so you need to make it your mission to train him.

If you want him to stop being smug, then pull him over your knee, and give him a spanking. Seriously. He'll understand that you mean business after the first slap, and the more you spank him, the more his walls begin to break down.

You'll spend months getting through to him, but each session breaks his walls down ever so slightly, and you'll know when they're truly broken down.

Crosshair will never openly admit to this, or at least, not at first, but he loves being your personal fuck toy. He wants you to fuck him however you want whilst degrading him, maybe humiliating him every so often.

Mock him for how pathetic he looks as he's bound and gagged for you, desperate for his first release. It's been hours, and you're still riding him, chasing yet another orgasm, and you've lost count of how many you've already had. He's so desperate for one, just one, but you've trained him not to speak unless spoken to, so until you give him the all clear, he won't beg, he'll just take it.

There are few things that he's not okay with. Feel free to choke him, slap him about, use him however you want. However, you need to make up for everything when he is finally allowed to cum.

Crosshair is going to have tears pouring down his cheeks when he releases. Soothe him, praise him, remind him over and over about how wonderful and perfect he is, how proud you are of him, how much he means to you.

He's so exhausted that he allows you to clean him up and tuck him into bed. Seriously, you two have been going at it for hours, of course he's tired! Please pull him against your chest, run your fingers through his hair, and snuggle him tightly throughout the night.

[kusagrasskusa]

23 but it's Kung Lao (if u write for him) reacting to reader getting flirted with, please! ✨

yAS- I didn't think someone would use that list thing lol. Thank you for your request! I typically assume the reader is female unless specified so sorry if you wanted gender neutral- Also, I know it says headcannons, but I basically just write imagines in headcannon form lol

Here's a list of small headcannons I write for. Please, suggest anything so I can make the list bigger lol.

Kung Lao reacting to Reader getting flirted with-

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The two were strolling through Outworld undercover to get away from Earthrealm's struggles for a bit; it was just a little fun, nothing too bad. Kotal Kahn was ruler at the time so it's not like the two would expect to be massacred if they were caught; though they might get arrested. But hey, the two were one of Earthrealm's finest warriors so they could escape.

And the two were clearly in a relationship too. The sweet words they told each other and their hands clasped together made it obvious. Hell, they were in a more romantic part of Outworld per se with beautiful scenery and cleaner areas. Who in their damn mind would assume that these two were just friends with these factors at play?

"I'm gonna be right back," Kung Lao spoke as their walking halted. Y/N smiled and nodded, letting go of his hand.

"Alright. Just be quick," Y/N responded. Kung Lao smirked as he walked off- he clearly had something in mind.

And not even a full 10 seconds passed before a voice cooed. "Excuse me, miss, what's a fine young gal such as yerself doin' 'round these parts?"

Y/N up to see a human cowboy walking towards her, narrowing his eyes. Her face warmed up a bit at the compliment and a small giggle came out.

"I'm just touring the area with somebody," she replied, turning her body as the cowboy circled her as to keep eye contact.

The way her hair was styled and clothing was enough to make her seemingly unrecognizable, but for extra meaures, she wore contacts to change her eye color and used paint to put symbols on her skin. Kung Lao had done the same; no one could even tell that they were from Earthrealm. But still, the cowboy's fixation on her was a bit unnerving.

"That so? Well, I know this place like the back of my hand," he continued. "If you wanna come with me, pretty lady, I can show you so many great things. And when it gets dark, I can show you just how romantic it can be."

By now, Y/N's face was hot as hell. Whether it's from the flirting, embarrassment, shock, anxiety, or surprise from something like this never happening, either way she was blushing hard.

Y/N uncomfortably stuttered out a few words, making the cowboy chuckle. He stopped circling her; he gripped her hand softly but firmly and raised it up to his mask as if he was about to kiss her knuckled.

"Excuse me," Y/N interrupted. Before she could say anything else, another voice came in.

"She already has a significant other," Kung Lao interjected. Within his hands were two Outworld candies that the two had always loved. "And we have somewhere to be now. Good day to you, cowboy." Kung Lao spoke with spite and his face showed how jealous he was.

Y/N couldn't hold back her smile as she saw the man she loved return. "Oh, hey!" She walked passed the cowboy as if he didn't exist and made her way to Kung Lao.

The cowboy just stared annoyedly as the two conversated. He tsked before walking off.

The couple began to walk off again. Once they were a safe distance from the cowboy, Y/N began to giggle. "What's so funny?" Kung Lao asked, fuming.

"You're face and the way you talked to him, heh heh. You don't need to be so worried, love," Y/N giggled, taking a bite of the Outworld candy. Kung Lao huffed and rolled his eyes.

"He was touching you and flirting with you. And you did nothing to stop it." Kung Lao replied, angerly finishing the candy. Y/N smirked smugly and internally laughed at how cute his face looks when he's angry.

"Hmm...How about when we get back to Earthrealm, I can show you how much I love you. I wouldn't dare leave you for someone else and I can prove it."

That night was full of jokes, hugs, kisses, cuddling, and much more. The next day, Kung Lao would be greeted with her cooking and find himself being praised more.

[grogusmum]

Oberyn’s Merling

OBERYN X MERLING!READER (gender neutral)

WARNINGS: a moment of fear of drowning, some innocent sexy times- Smooching and touching.

WORD COUNT: 1100ish

NOTE: Originally Oberyn's Mermaid. I decided to make it gender neutral. (For my guys, gals and nonbinary pals!)

Oberyn Martell is many things, a learned man, a poisons expert, a skilled fighter, a passionate lover, devoted father, but a man subject to flights of fancy, that he is not. 

He shares faerie stories with his young daughters, and knows of some fantastical beasts exist, but merlings are the stuff of fables. None but fisherfolk has ever spotted one, but it is usually under the duress of almost drowning in a storm.

This did not stop them from regaling tales of beautiful mermaids to anyone who would listen.

But his thoughts on the existence of merlings, maid or otherwise is about to change forever when he takes his best horse out for a ride, he follows Greenblood River and finds older growth Yew trees. How he has never seen this copse of trees, he has no idea. It is shady, verdant and cool. He guides his sand steed, Arthur, into this wooded marvel. It is larger than he anticipates, hearing strange birds, unlike the ones that sing in Sunspeare. The under-story is all ferns and flowers of purple and yellow.

As they make their way through the wood, he hears rushing water.

It must be reiterated, Oberyn is not one to succumb to whimsy. Hearing water, was startling, as he has moved away from the river, he can smell the earthy scent of damp ground, he must investigate, was it strange tributary? The vegetation grows thicker as the roar of water grows. He swings gracefully off Arthur, tying him off on a tree, and wanders further into the dense wood.

He comes around the large trunk of what had to be an ancient Yew, there is a glade, within it a pool of water, sparkling and almost clear, a waterfall at the far side. He stands, thunderstruck.

Then he hears it, the splashing of something large gamboling in the pool. Oberyn, on silent feet, presses on, hiding behind trees, crouching behind rocks. Then he finally sees something, the bob of what looked like a head, wet hair glistening, fanning out in the water, but no sooner than seeing it, it disappears beneath the surface.

He decides to sit and just watch.

The green and blue linn froths white, birds call back and forth to one another, ferns and cattail grow right up to the water edge, except for a crop of rocks beside the cascade.

His patience soon pays off, he sees it again. You. Your head comes up out to the water again, then shoulders, your hair long and streaming, then your long graceful arms come out of the water, outstretched. Oberyn is captivated.

You turn in the water, laughing out loud. The sound is delightful. Looking down into the water, as if something had brushed or tickled you. He sees your face, beautiful and ethereal.

He moves, not to approach you yet, just to shift his weight, but a branch snaps. He curses internally. You jolt and dive, and he sees it. A silvery fin instead of legs.

A merling.

For the third time this day, Oberyn is shocked. He shakes his head. If he is to see you again, he thinks he must take a different tact.

He approaches the water, pulling off his coat and boots, his shirt and breeches. Places all of it on a rock, then puts a toe in the cool water. He slips in, not wanting to splash.

He swims, languid and relaxed. Floats on his back then goes beneath the surface for a moment.

Oberyn hears something, a change in the rush of water hitting the pool, he turns. Your head is directly under the fall. Your eyes large and lips parted in wonder.

Oberyn becomes still, not wanting to frighten you, luckily, he can just touch the ground. Your head tilts, brows knitting, not in fear or concern. He can see your curiosity. You glide over, Oberyn startles minutely by your speed. Your brows are raised, a small smile plays on your lips. You disappear under the water, he can feel you slip around him, brushing him lightly.

He looks into the water, turning trying to find you. Suddenly you are in front of him, mere inches away, he can see water droplets on your lashes, and you smile and lift your hand, investigatively, to touch him, he sees webbing between your fingers.

Then, Oberyn. Oberyn Martell. The Red Viper stills at your touch, with bated breath. His impulse is to close his eyes, but he cannot look away. Your fingers graze over his cheek, shoulder, collar bone. Your eyes roving over his face. He contemplates touching you. He knows he needs to be careful, not wishing to spook you.

His hand comes out of the water, slowly, reaching out to echo your touches, your cheek, your shoulder, your collar bone. Your smile widens, inviting more. Oberyn tucks your hair behind your ear, it is fan shaped, like a seahorse fin. He touches it carefully.

He has no idea where this will all go, but he wants to kiss your plush lips, your glistening shoulder, your neck.

“May I kiss you, my shining merling?” He asks, not knowing if you can answer, or even understand.

You say nothing, but your eyes become hooded, and your smile goes lopsided cheekily. Oberyn smirks, you understand.

Suddenly, he feels your smooth tail wrap around him, he swallows a groan, and you are in his arms, he feels a fan like dorsal fin folded on your lower back. You wrap your lithe arms around his shoulders.

Oberyn is having trouble wrapping his brain around the sensations, but he does not much care. He leans in and places his lips experimentally to yours. They are soft and delicious. You are soft and delicious, he is emboldened and tightens his arms, deepening the kiss.

You begin to bring him below the water, he feels a pang of panic, are you a siren after all? But with your lips to his, he seems to need no air. Though he is sure he is getting lightheaded. You corkscrew under the surface, twisting him with you. The feeling is intoxicating, he thinks perhaps this would be a fine way to perish.

Slowly you bring him up, breaching the water, to the world above. Your eyes are aglow, you kiss him one last time gently, your lips feathering over his. Then you sink back to your domain below, and with silver flash you are gone.

Oberyn sits on a rock at the pools edge, spray from the falls refracting the afternoon light, the colors dance before him.

He sits contemplating for some time, hoping to see a flash of you again, but you are gone.

He chuckles, stands and dresses.

“I hope you are agreeable to my returning to you, my enchanting merling.”

He leaves to glade, back to his steed and the world beyond.

You watch him go from behind the linn, you could just make out his words, his wish to return. You wish it as well.

THANKS FOR READING, MERLINGS! 

part two

@its--fandom--darling @seasonschange-butpeopledont ​ @jessie-writes-things @pedro4ever ​ @oloreaa @tobealostwanderer

[theleftovertaco]

The Boys in Lingerie

OK FIRST EVEN VAGUELY SMUTTISH POST 

Basic warnings in order please don’t interact if you don’t want to see this. Use basic judgement. You know if you’re too young to read something

Once again, I try to keep it house, gender, and year neutral so anyone can fill in the blanks where they wish, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals alike

We have standard lineup- Fred, George, Draco, Neville, Harry, Ron, Oliver, Cedric, and now Charlie and Blaise have been added!

ON TO THE FEMBOYS IN LINGERIE

Fred

You and Fred had messed around before with kinks and lingerie

He always liked how it looked on you, how the lace hugged you perfectly

Freddie is a very forthright person, if he wants to try something he will tell you in advance, and so he talks to you about him wearing some

You agree immediately and the two of you find a magazine to order some because there is no shop that sells that in Hogsmeade, unfortunately

He finds a pair of pink panties and chooses those because of course he does and when the box arrives (he has to avoid George’s questions about what's in the box) 

He puts them on and then sends you a notes asking you to come to his room while no one else is there

And when you find him

“Baby boy, you look amazing.” He smirks and spins in a circle before leaping on the bed, you following close after

George

George wandered into a strange shop in muggle London when you and him were exploring during Christmas break

He found a sex shop where they sold a lot of lingerie and before he got yelled at by the shop owner to “get out, you tosser!”

He couldn’t get the lingerie out of his head 

He didn’t think about you wearing it, well maybe a little. No he actually thought more about the cloth on his own body

So about a couple weeks after seeing those and getting back to school he plucked up the courage to ask you (he was a Gryffindor, dammit, he shouldn’t be scared)

“How would you feel if I... wanted to wear panties?” “Sure, love, sounds good if that’s what you want.” “Wait, that’s it?” “Yea.” “Ok good, cause I kinda already ordered them.” 

He darts into the restroom to put them on and then comes out to show you and holy fuck

He’s in this pale blue pair of flower lace bikini panties and walks out looking just a little timid and you fucking jump him 

Draco 

Draco saw a pair of Pansy’s underwear during a game of strip poker and while most of the other guys were ogling her, he was thinking about how the silk would feel on him

He buys a pair, but then they just sit at the bottom of his trunk for about a month and a half

Then he wears them once or twice around the common room under his trousers before he even thinks of telling you

He writes you a note during History of Magic (its not like Binns will notice anyways): “Can you come to my dorm after classes today? I want to show you something.”

So you go thinking its gonna be some gift his mum sent again but you enter the dorm and see him in a pair of silk black panties 

“Honey, you look fantastic!”

You may or may not have torn them off of him 

He may or may not have had to buy another 10 pairs

Neville

Neville sees a girl in a thong in one of his dormmates old magazines and he just gets a little spooked

Because his immediate thought isn’t about you in them

It’s about him in them

So he panics

Slowly but surely, as your relationship progresses he gets a little more bold, in general, since you make his confidence skyrocket when you’re around him

So he wears them around during the day and when he pulls you into a empty classroom you’re a little scared about what he’s gonna do because of the timid look on his face

But he pulls down his trousers to show the pastel yellow thong he’s wearing and he slips on his old cat ears

You let out an audible groan

“Kitten, you look beautiful.”

He blushes and looks down in embarrassment just a little

“Nuh-Uh, don’t you dare look embarrassed kitten, come here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Harry

You and Harry had a very honest relationship

He is a rather frank person and is not afraid to tell you want he wants in a relationship, but of course, you know that right out of the gate

Plus after the heels debacle, he knew never to try and hide what he wanted to wear from you

So when he discovers your collection of lingerie, he straight up asks you if he can try them on

“You sure?” “Yes please.” “Yeah ok go ahead, sunshine.”

He grins and snatches his favorite pair, a red set of satin underwear that barely cover anything

“You ready love?” “Of course sunshine, come on out!”

He steps out and you are speechless to say the least

He looks amazing and you pretty much drag him over to sit on your lap while you kiss him

So now he wears panties all the damn time because why not

If he likes it and he’s confident wearing them, you’re all for it

Ron

Ron is still a bit wary about wearing lingerie

He’s been wearing more stereotypically feminine clothes, but wearing panties is a whole other game to him

But you suggested it, and he was willing to try

It takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of lingerie

Ron has you walk him through it, what would be comfortable, what wouldn’t be, and he settles on a pair of black satin ones “They’ll be comfortable, promise!” “If you’re sure...”

You do a trial run where he just kind of lounges around the common room wearing them underneath his normal clothes

By the end of the day he’s hooked on it and you are too

He likes the softness of them

Ron has always felt like he had to be strong, and measure up to his brothers masculinity, but when he’s in the lingerie, he feels like he doesn’t have to conform to that

Anyways yes he likes the panties

Oliver

Oliver saw a pair on you once under your sweatpants when you were cuddling

“Oh, what are these?” “My panties???” “They’re pretty... do they make them for guys?”

Bro was straightforward

So you buy him a pair “I trust your judgement love, buy whatever you want!”

So he ends up with a pair of red silk ones that feel amazing 

He wears them whenever possible

About a week after he starts wearing them, Angelina somehow finds out and the Gryffindor quidditch team dares him to ride on the broom in only his panties

So he tries it... before immediately slipping off and falling on his ass

“Stupid fabric.”

He manages to stay on the second time, and well, now you have a few candid shots of your boyfriend riding a broom in lingerie

Not that you’re complaining

Cedric

I need to stop calling Cedric Pretty boy, but does that mean i will? no

Pretty boy loves you in lingerie

The fabrics are always so pretty

And he has never been shy about this, so he just asks you if he can try on a pair of yours

“Yeah, of course pretty boy go ahead.” he kisses you on the cheek and runs off to find a pair

He puts on a pale yellow satin pair of briefs 

And walks back into your dorm

“Fuck, pretty boy!” “You like it?” “Baby, I adore it!”

Cedric begins wearing them around campus

He likes how his thighs look in them, and soon he starts wearing them under his skirts

If he bends over, you can see it pretty easily, he knows exactly what he’s doing

He tries to rile you up

Fucking tease

Charlie

Charlie is a very muscular person 

It isn’t that he doesn’t like traditionally feminine stuff, he just never thought he had the build for it

It takes a while for him to change his mind, since contrary to popular belief, he is actually pretty insecure

“Don’t you think I’d look strange in them, stocky kid in girls underwear?” “Well, it’s  not just for girls, and no you would not! I happen to think that you would look beautiful!”

He likes that word. Beautiful

People have always described him as handsome, cute, but never beautiful

So he agrees

Maybe it’s something about wizarding Romania that’s more accepting but when the lady at the shop you go to sees that the panties are more fit for Charlie, she winks at the two of you and says to “have fun with those”

So he puts them on and holy shit 

He understands it now

He feels beautiful

Blaise

Blaise likes being pretty lets be real

He doesn’t really give a flying fuck what people think of him

So he jumps on panties real quick

Finds the prettiest pair of emerald panties he can find and he loves them almost immediately

He likes putting on a short skirt and makeup on to top off his whole vibe because why not

Another thing about Blaise is that he is a fucking flirt 

With everyone, not just you

And while you trust that he would never cheat on you or betray you, if he gets a little too flirty with anyone else, all you have to do is creep your hand up to the satin undergarment and give it a little tug to remind him who he belongs to

You, bitch, it’s you

Ok that’s it for now idk what I’m doing next so if you want me to write something please send me an ask. Also I rarely write suggestive/smut fics if you know ways that I can make this better please for the love of god let me know.

This feels like a good time to say that this is the final set of characters. I have 10 right now, and if I keep accepting more people I’ll just end up doing 20 characters every time. I love doing these but I don’t have the time or energy to do every single character, it just would not be good for my mental health. That being said, if you want a specific headcanon of a specific character, please SEND ME AN ASK so I know that you want that directly. I would be more than happy to write it for you.

[wisteriashouse]

Congrats on ur milestone! I'm really happy for u 💕💕 and for the event, can i get a drabble of florist! Mitsuri and gender neutral reader who always buy pink rose from her shop. She kind of wondering if reader bought the rose for their lover, and when she finally have a courage to ask them, reader bashfully admits they bought it because the rose reminded them of mitsuri's hair and they kind of having a crush on her 😳😳

pairing: kanroji mitsuri x gn!reader

genre: fluff; florist!au

word count: 1048

a/n: this was really such a sweet and lovely ask, i really enjoyed writing for sweetest gal mitsuri!! here’s hoping to more people request more for her <3

As a florist, Mitsuri rarely has days that are the same. Sure, she has some regulars, but most of the time, the people who step into her shop want something different for different occasions - a quirky arrangement of sunflowers and lilies to spruce up a new apartment, a bouquet of pink peonies for a first date. Every customer has their unique tastes and needs, and Mitsuri loves catering to their demands with her creativity and skill.

You, however, are the one constant in her unique everydays. And for some reason or another, she always finds herself looking forward to your arrival.

At six in the evening, give or take, you’ll appear at the door of her shop, regardless of rain or shine. Sometimes, you’ll linger at the displays by the window, shyly checking out the arrangements she’s put outside and glancing into the shop, and sometimes, you’ll come into the shop to ask Mitsuri about new flowers, but no matter what you come into the florist’s to buy, you always leave with the same flower - a single pink rose.

After about a couple of months pass this way, the two of you are on a first name basis when Mitsuri finally starts to wonder why you’re always buying the same flower day after day. She has her speculations, of course - she’s read enough romance novels to make an educated guess - you’re likely bringing a rose home every day to show affection to your lover. 

While that is very cute and something that Mitsuri would usually not hesitate to swoon over, the thought only makes her pout - she’s had something of a little crush on you for a while, with your quiet thoughtfulness and the seemingly intimate conversations you have in the private space of her shop. You’ve never mentioned being in a romantic relationship with anyone before, though, so Mitsuri allows herself to hope.

Today, when you come into her store, you glance over the counter as usual, studying some of the arrangements Mitsuri had been working on earlier before turning to her. Hoping that her cheeks aren’t too pink, Mitsuri wipes her hands on her apron before turning to you with a smile.

“A pink rose for you today, [first]?” She asks cheerfully, and you pause for a moment before shaking your head. Mitsuri tilts her head, surprised at the sudden change of events. Perhaps something had happened with your suspected lover?  

“Ah, no, I’m looking for something different today,” you say hesitantly, looking over some of the fresh flowers Mitsuri around the shop. “I’m no flower expert, so I’m afraid I need your help today. I’m looking to confess to someone.”

Mitsuri fights to keep the pout off her lips. So you hadn’t been giving them to a lover, but this isn’t particularly happy news for her either. Still, Mitsuri does want to help you achieve happiness, so she puts on her brightest smile and gestures to a bouquet of red roses on the counter. “Well, if you want something romantic, a classic option is always the red rose! You can’t go wrong with them.” 

Brows furrowed, you give the roses a glance before shaking your head. “They’re lovely, but they don’t quite suit... her.” Your eyes linger on her for a moment before they flit away. Mitsuri taps a thoughtful finger against her lips. 

“Well, you don’t have to go with the classics if they don’t suit what you need!” Mitsuri encourages, turning around to check out the flowers she has behind the counter. “Sometimes, it’s better to give something unique to leave an impression, or for important events! How about you describe her to me, and I’ll try to find a flower for you that suits the occasion?” 

“S-sure, that would help. Thank you, Mitsuri.” Your cheeks are tinged slightly pink, and Mitsuri almost sighs in envy. If only you could have the same wistful look on your face when thinking about her, she thinks. “Well, we’re not all that familiar with each other, but I think she’s a really sweet girl - gorgeous both on the inside and outside. She reminds me of spring, her smile is always refreshing and talking with her always lifts my mood after work. I’d... really like to take her out on a date to get to more.”

Your cheeks are flushed pink by the time you’re done, and Mitsuri wonders if her eyes can turn any more green with envy.

“O-oh, she sounds like a lovely girl!” Mitsuri clasps her hands together, before turning around to search for a flower. All she can think of, however, is the baby pink blush on your cheeks. “Is she the one that you’ve been giving all those pink roses you buy to?”

“Huh? Oh, no,” you shake your head. The pink on your cheeks is even more pronounced now. “I bought them because they reminded me of her.”

Pink roses make so much sense now. As if drawn to them, Mitsuri reaches for a few stems, holding them up to her nose to breathe in their slight, subtle fragrance. They’re beautiful, just like the girl you’re describing with such a tender smile on your face. 

“Pink roses represent innocent romantic love, and make a good choice for early phases of a romantic relationship.” Mitsuri explains, sending a smile your way as she sets the flowers down on the counter. “They also symbolize a beautiful, fresh love and a pureness of emotion. It’s the perfect flower for her.”

You nod, looking at the flowers. “Then, a bouquet of them, please.”

Trying not to think too much, Mitsuri puts together the bouquet in record speed. When her scissors finally snip off the excess ribbon that ties the bouquet together, she picks it up and holds it out to you with the biggest smile she can muster.

“Well, here it is!” She says brightly. “I hope she accepts your confession!”

Licking your lips nervously, you reach out to take the bouquet from her, but to Mitsuri’s surprise, she feels your hands settle gently around hers. Brows pinching in confusion, she opens her mouth to speak, but you beat her to it.

“There’s no need to give it to me,” you say quietly, and Mitsuri’s breath catches in her throat. “This bouquet is for you.”

[codenameskye]

Hoseok as a boyfriend - Headcanons

Requested!

Request: “Hey can you make Hoseok as a boyfriend”

This is for you ^^

Reader gender: Gender neutral

- Hoseok will be the type to call and text you every morning to say good morning and how much he loves you

- The same goes with evening; he'll call and text you a good night before you go to bed

- HUGS!

- Hoseok would want to hug you tightly all the time

- Sometimes if you're sitting down or laying on the bed, he'll wrap his legs around you.

- There is never a a sad moment with him

- Unless that one time when you argued what toilet paper to buy - but that was ONE TIME

- Hoseok will be the type to go on cute dates anywhere

- In fact, he'll try to make every date cute (with him, it's always cute - with that sweet adorable smile-)

- BAKING!

- Chocolate chip cookies!

- Though, most of it would be eaten before its in the oven.... And on the walls after a playful cookie dough fight!

- He's protective surprisingly or unsurprisingly depending how you look at it

- If another guy or gal tries to flirt with you - prepare with his jealous glare

- Just- don’t tease him and flirt back with that said person

- Hello Jung Hoseok 0//w//0

- You may or may not be walking for a while-

- You’ll be his password, phone lock screen AND home screen, his instagram posts will be full of you and him together

- PDA he begs

- Hand holding, hugging, kissing (not a full makeout - he likes that to be private)

- You were not comfortable with PDA first because you were insecure and worried of judgemental looks from people, but you learnt not to care what people think and just be happy

- Speaking of insecurities; when you are feeling insecure, Hoseok will immediately notice and make you feel better about yourself

- “You’re absolutely perfect~.”

- “My beautiful/handsome angel~.”

- “You are perfect in every single way.”

- “What do other people think? They are just judgemental idiots who cannot respect other people.”

- If you are crying, Hobi will cuddle you and whisper sweet words in your hair while rubbing your back and rocking you side to side until you’ve calmed down. Then he’ll ask what’s the matter.

- He could never hurt anyone - but if someone tries to hurt you, he will not tolerate it

- Just Dance battles!

- Okay, so maybe he wins most of the times, but he’ll purposefully do badly to make you win (you don’t mind, you’re happy that he cares)

- His sister loves you

- Sometimes he’ll get all pouty and cute when you spend too much time with his sister, but he still doesn’t mind it. He loves the fact that the two of you can get along

- When he’s on tour, he’ll try to video call you every day when he can

- Sometimes he can’t due to different time zones and his schedule is tight especially on tour

- You’ll both talk about your future every once in a while

- He’ll say he wants to marry you one day when the contract with BigHit ends and he’ll marry straight after

- He’ll start crying because he is so happy to be with you

- He’s just so happy to be with such a perfect person

- Hoseok loves you, very, very much

- “I love you, Y/N. You know that?”

[shikai-the-storyteller]

*kicks down door and slams down chair* convince me to watch transformers cyberverse *thinking emoji*

If you even REMOTELY like Transformers, you’ll love this show. If you’re not familiar with the franchise, you’ll still love the show! Why?

Well, primarily because of these two: Windblade and Bumblebee.

First and foremost, Transformers Cyberverse is a story about friendship. While most of the series revolves around a war between Autobots (lead by Optimus Prime) and Decepticons (lead by Megatron), we never move too far away from this main theme. Despite memory loss, war, death, and even an alien invasion, our main characters are always there to support one another and offer words of encouragement.Cyberverse is never afraid to be sincere at the risk of sounding cheesy, because really, what’s wrong with being cheesy? The series has a very uniquely heartfelt vibe because of this, and every episode is sure to leave you with a warm happy feeling.

Cyberverse also does a fantastic job balancing serious moments and happy light-hearted ones. The series is incredibly self-aware and it isn’t afraid of making fun of itself, which always makes for a good laugh. Also, for a show aimed at kids, Cyberverse never pulls its punches. The writers never assume their audience is stupid, so jokes are never dumbed down and death scenes always hurt.

Still not convinced? Here are some other highlights:

This series is free to watch! (Really!) The entirety of Season 1 and Season 2 are free to watch online on the official Transformers Youtube channel, and they’re slowly releasing Season 3 right now. (Side note: Season 3 is incredibly good. I was on the edge of my seat every single episode).

The episodes are only 10 minutes long, so it’s nice to watch if you need a quick break / something to take your mind off things.

Practically every other episode has a scene that literally made me laugh out loud. It’s a brand of humor I can’t classify, but it’s very good. (Here’s one example).

There are no humans in this show! The entire series revolves around the Transformers. That being said, Cyberverse does have a fun take on the question “How would humans ACTUALLY react if giant robots who could turn into cars / planes showed up on their world?” (Here’s a clip of it).

Maintaining your hate for a group of people you’ve been fighting for millions of years is hard, especially when half of them used to be friends / coworkers. Cyberverse doesn’t shy away from these delightfully uncomfortable cross-faction relationships (Wheeljack and Shockwave are a fun example of this).

The writers (especially Mae Catt) worked hard to ensure there was a lot of diversity in the show! They made sure to have a lot of gals in the main cast, and there’s tons of body diversity and gender-neutral designs for a lot of characters. All the writers are super cool sweet people, which resulted in a super cool sweet show.

The animation is beautiful!!! Whoever the background artists were also did an incredible job, I was in awe over every new environment we saw.

TLDR: If you like robots, need a laugh, and like a compelling story that goes full-blown “Enemies to Buddies” (especially in Season 3), Cyberverse is the series for you!