#Big odd fixed matches

[radiance1]

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

[misswynters]

Fighting fire

vi x fighter!reader

synopsis. Reigning from the depths of noxus, you were known for your quick reflexes and heavy punches. But on the outside you were the opposite, who knew you would crumble for zauns gaunlet fighter.

warnings. heavy kissing, touching, grinding (changed by the dialogue because apparently it’s too cringey…)

Chains hung from the ceiling, and the faint scent of sweat and blood lingered. The underground fighting ring in Zaun was alive with energy, a cacophony of roaring spectators, the clinking of glasses, and the heavy bass of music vibrating through the air. The ring itself was lit harshly, casting long shadows over the surrounding stands.

You stood in the center of it all, your body practically gleaming under the lights. The crowd erupted as the announcer bellowed your name, their cheers a testament to your reputation. A fighter from Noxus, famed for your ruthless precision and surprising elegance in battle. Your crimson wraps and black leather gloves were stained with traces of past victories, your feminine features at odds with the dangerous gleam in your eyes.

Across from you, Vi leaned casually against the ropes, a grin tugging at her lips. Her vibrant pink hair was damp from her earlier match, her toned arms crossed over her chest. She looked completely at ease, like this was just another brawl in a long string of fights.

“Ready to get your ass handed to you, sweetheart?” Vi called, her voice dripping with cocky bravado.

You smirked, adjusting the wraps on your wrists. “You talk big for someone about to eat the my fist.” The crowd roared as the bell clanged, signaling the start of the match.

The fight was intense. Vi’s punches came in heavy and fast, each swing of her fists a calculated attempt to knock you off balance. But you were quicker, ducking and weaving around her attacks with a grace that belied your power.

“You’re fast,” Vi grunted as you slipped past her jab, landing a swift kick to her side.

“Oh please, you’re predictable,” you shot back, your voice edged with amusement.

Vi laughed, the sound surprisingly genuine despite the situation. “You’ve got a mouth on you. I like it.”

The fight raged on, sweat dripping down your brow as the crowd screamed for blood. Every hit you landed made the crowd gasp; every blow Vi blocked sent cheers ringing through the arena. It was a clash of two forces, your elegant but deadly style against her raw, unrelenting power. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you saw your opening. Vi hesitated for a split second, just enough for you to sweep her legs out from under her. She hit the mat hard, and before she could recover, you pinned her down, your knee pressing into her chest. The crowd erupted into chaos as the announcer declared you the winner.

Vi groaned beneath you, her chest rising and falling heavily. “Alright, you’ve got me,” she said, a crooked grin spreading across her face. “Didn’t think a pretty thing like you could take me down.”

You leaned in close, your lips brushing against her ear as you whispered, “You've underestimated me, big mistake.” Not even five minutes later, you and Vi were in the back corridor, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. The adrenaline from the fight still thrummed through your veins, making every touch, every glance feel electric.

Vi leaned against the cold, metal wall, her gaze fixed on you. There was something primal in her eyes, a hunger that mirrored the heat coursing through your body. “You are truly something else,” she murmured, her voice low and rough.

You stepped closer, your fingers brushing against her jawline. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Before you could say anything more, Vi grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against her. Her lips crashed against yours, the kiss bruising and desperate. You responded in kind, your fingers threading through her hair as your bodies pressed together. Her hands found your waist, gripping tightly as if she was afraid you’d slip away.

“Vi,” you whispered agaisnt her lips, your hands trailing down her chest. You could feel her ab muscles beneath her shirt. She growled softly, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “You’re gonna drive me insane, you know that?”

You smirked, pulling her back up to meet your gaze. “Good.”

The corridor felt too small, the air too thick as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. Vi’s hands were everywhere—on your hips, your back, the curve of your thighs. She kissed you like she was trying to devour you, her touch rough but careful, like she couldn’t get enough.

“You’re trouble,” she muttered against your lips, her hands slipping under your shirt to brush against your bare skin.

“And you love it,” you shot back, your voice a mix of teasing and desire.

Vi chuckled, the sound low and vibrating through your chest. “Damn right I do.”

Her lips curved into a slight smirk, her hands drifting down your sides, pulling you closer. Her touch was like fire against your skin, sending shivers through you. As you kissed again, slow this time, you could feel the walls around both of you begin to crumble. There was no more hesitation, no more fighting the connection that had always been there.

She took your hand and led you towards the bathroom, her touch still fierce and demanding, but there was something else there, something softer now. When the door clicked shut behind you, the world outside seemed to disappear. All that existed was the two of you in that tiny, dimly lit space. Its only light coming from a small overhead fixture that cast long shadows across the tiled walls. The air was thick with the scent of your shared adrenaline from the fight just moments ago, and the sound of your hurried breaths was the only noise that filled the room. The world outside the bathroom felt miles away, as if you and Vi were in your own little bubble, cocooned from everything else.

Vi stood before you, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her face flushed with exertion, her blue eyes darkened with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. She wasn't the type to show weakness, but in the silence between you both, you could feel her yearning, the hunger in the way she looked at you.

Her hands moved slowly at first, cautiously as if unsure of how to proceed. Then, without warning, she pressed herself into you, her body flush against yours as she kissed you with an urgency that made your heart race. There was nothing tentative about it— her lips were fierce, demanding, yet soft as they moved against yours. You gasped, feeling the heat of her body seeping through your clothes, her hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer, the contact sending a spark through every inch of your body.

Her breath was hot against your lips as she pulled away just enough to speak. "You're driving me insane," she muttered, her voice rough but filled with an undeniable tenderness. "You're so damn beautiful."

You could hardly breathe, the way she was looking at you, the way her touch was both possessive and gentle, it was enough to leave you trembling. You didn't know if it was the heat of the moment, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, or the way Vi had always made you feel so alive, but every inch of you was drawn to her like a magnet.

"I-Vi..." you barely managed to say, but before you could finish, she was kissing you again, her lips moving with desperation as she pressed you harder into the sink behind you. The cool porcelain of the sink contrasted sharply with the warmth of her body, and you let out a shaky breath as she deepened the kiss, her hand moving to cradle the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair to hold you firmly in place. Her other hand slid to your waist, gripping it tightly, almost as if she were trying to hold you together as she kissed you breathless.

When she finally pulled away again, it was only to speak, her voice hushed but commanding. "Turn around," she murmured, the soft command making your pulse quicken. There was something in her tone that left no room for argument, and you obeyed without hesitation, turning towards the dirty bathroom mirror.

Vi's hands were on your waist again, her fingertips tracing the curve of your hips before pulling you back against her with a gentle force. Her chest pressed against your back, the heat of her body surrounding you. She kissed the back of your neck slowly, savoring the way your skin shivered beneath her touch, before her lips moved to your earlobe, biting it softly. You gasped at the sensation, your body already burning with desire, and you could feel Vi's smirk against your skin.

She kissed her way down your neck, her lips leaving a trail of warmth that sent jolts of pleasure straight through you. Her hands moved, pulling you tighter against her, her body solid and unyielding behind you, trapping you against the sink. The feeling of her hips pressed flush against yours made your breath catch in your throat, your hands gripping the cold edge of the sink, your knuckles turning white from the pleasure as you fought to keep yourself steady.

"Oh, the things you do to me," Vi muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but the raw hunger in her tone sent a ripple through you. You could barely think straight, her kisses driving you wild. Each soft press of her lips, each subtle movement of her hands against your body, pushed you further into a haze of longing. She started to grind her hips against yours pushing you deeper towards the sink. You bit your lip to suppress the whimpers that wanted to escape, but Vi seemed to sense your restraint, her hand moving to your waist, urging you to relax, to give in. Thinking that this might leave bruises on your hips after this.

"You don't have to hold back," she whispered against your skin, her voice like velvet but laced with a demand. "Let go."

The command in her voice was enough to break the final threads of resistance you had left. You let your body lean back into hers, your fingers slipping from the sink to grip her arm as she continued her slow, heated assault on your neck. The connection between you both felt electric, undeniable. "I've wanted this y’know," you whispered, barely able to form the words between the heat of her kisses. "I've wanted you."

Vi's lips paused for just a moment, her breath hot against your skin. She pulled back just enough to look at you in the mirror, her eyes intense, the soft flicker of vulnerability shining through her usual tough demeanor. "Yeah?" she said, her voice quiet, but the sincerity in it made your heart skip.

"You have no idea how much l've wanted you too." The two of you stood there, breaths mingling, bodies pressed together in a delicate, fragile moment that was almost too perfect to be real. It was raw, it was real, and it was all-consuming. Vi, with her usual bravado, was suddenly laid bare before you, and it only made you want her more.

Later, as the two of you finally stepped out of the bathroom and back into the lively chaos of the fighting ring, the crowd seemed to part around you. Some people stared, their gazes lingering on the two of you. Others smirked knowingly, exchanging whispers.

Vi slipped her arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re gonna get me into trouble,” she said, though there was no trace of regret in her voice.

“Good,” you replied, resting your head against her shoulder.

The night stretched on, the fight long forgotten in the wake of what had come after. You’d never imagined finding someone like Vi—a woman who could match your strength, your fire. Someone who made you feel seen, wanted, loved.

And as you walked through the ring together, the roar of the crowd fading into the background, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

banner: @anitalenia

[portgasdwrld]

📂 Op men + them being jealous

part 1

Featuring: Monster trio (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

Warning: fluffy fluff, ended up being the monster trio being subtly jealous lol Ik I was going to make it suggestive but I like it better that way, might change it for the others

Note : After 200 weeks, 1500 minutes and 25 years, I’m finally posting this serie after thousands of drafts 👩🏻‍💻 y’all don’t know how many times I wrote and erased stuff 😭

Luffy

The crew just landed on a new island, it was a huge forest, not a person in sight. You weren’t particularly a big fan of walking around in an unknown deserted place, especially in the New World where you never knew on what or who you could fall.

On the other side, Luffy was absolutely fearless and enjoyed the thrill of exploring the unknown and seeing unusual creatures; Sailing was all about that for him. An adventure wasn’t an adventure if he didn’t feel that rush of adrenaline faced to a strange situation. He had insisted you come with the exploring team while you pleaded to stay behind with Robin and Usopp.

But here you were walking glued to Sanji as your boyfriend lead the way somewhere in this lost territory filled with trees and the noises of wild animals. He was screaming in excitement when he came across weird insects or odd looking vegetables. You sighed heavily as the anxiety was still heavily present in your system.

The cook adjusted his pace to match yours sensing your uneasiness about the situation. He knew you only came for Luffy, so he made sure to help you feel more comfortable in his own way.

Luffy ran forward as he noticed a beautiful blue flower tinted with yellow strokes that looked like gentle waves. He took it and searched for you with his eyes.

-This would look so pretty on your hair!

He exclaimed as he walked over to you and Sanji while waving the flower in his tan hand. You smiled as you thought it was adorable, but Luffy’s eyes quickly glared at your arms wrapped around Sanjis. He didn’t say anything and simply fixed the flower behind your ear, complimenting you with loving eyes and his cute grin.

-You look perfect!

He announced as he put his arm around your neck, naturally removing you from Sanji. A giggle left your lips as you melt into his familiar warmth. His eyes looked down at you with so much love and care, he wouldn’t want nothing to happen to you. Sanji laughed as he noticed Luffy successful attempt to get you away from him.

Your boyfriend closed the distance between his face and yours. With slightly furrowed eyebrows and serious eyes, he wondered if you were fine.

-Yeah, I just feel uneasy about walking here if I’m being truly honest. I’m not a fearless warrior like you, let’s say~

You explained calmly as you stared back into his big brown eyes. His expression softened up and he moved his arm to be able to grab your hand instead.

-Alright, then stay close to me only. I’m the strongest, so I will protect you no matter what! I promise!

-You’re sweet, thank you Luffy.

He gave a squeeze to your hand as you two followed the group through the millions of trees. Luffy smiled to himself, knowing you were relying on him to protect you now~

Zoro

It was all going well, a great night where Zoro was simply enjoying his time drinking with the others. It was all going great until he noticed a man that kept staring at you. You didn’t notice as you were busy goofing around with Usopp, enjoying a fun conversation.

Zoro felt this feeling of frustration grow in him the more he glared at the person shamelessly eyeing you like he clearly couldn’t see you were taken. That’s when it snapped for him: maybe they couldn’t tell? And that angered him even more. How can this person stare at you like a candy while he was sitting just next to you.

The swordsman pulled you closer to him, making sure his arm around your waist is noticeable. He smirked relieved when he saw the man look away with an annoyed huff. He took a sip from his beer as his smile got bigger. Zoro took that opportunity to slip a quick peck on your jawline.

You stared at him weirdly, wondering what have gotten into him.

-Wassup with you?

-I cant kiss you or what?

-Yeah, but you don’t usually do that.

-You always complain

He whined as he rolled his eye, but still he was glad that no one was hungrily looking your way anymore. You were his and he would make the possible to make it known. Even if it needed him to be outside of his comfort zone, he was going to make sure you were safe from lingering unwanted eyes (maybe to also make himself feel better)

You gave him a funny look, confused about his unusual bright expression. You pecked his lips not giving too much thoughts about it, before going back to your conversation with Usopp. You leant your body on your boyfriends that surprisingly responded to it by holding your waist tighter and rubbing his thumb against your tummy.

-You’re really acting strange, but I ain’t complaining

You said under your breath so only he could hear. He chuckled as he drank some more. You looked over your shoulder with a smile.

-Great, because you’re not leaving my side tonight.

Sanji

Hand in hand, you two walked through the village in the middle of all the varieties of shops surrounding y’all. You wanted to buy a necklace so you were hopeful to find something of your taste and Sanji was more than willing to help you.

He had already made his grocery shopping with you yesterday and organized everything late in the evening, so it was his rest day. He wanted to enjoy the sunny weather with his awesome lover on this pretty day.

It all started when the seller was proposing you multiple options at the table and he invited you to come in the store for something more refined for a beautiful person like you. Sanji didn't care, because of course you are beautiful, so it was only natural that other people would notice. He nodded excited to see what other options the man had that could fit you even better.

Sanji cocked an eyebrow when the seller pushed your hair behind your shoulders and got close to your face as he commented about you smelling good. You laughed as you thanked him, mentioning how your boyfriend bought the scent for you as you pointed at the cook. He put a gorgeous silver piece around your neck and handed you a mirror.

-What do we think?

He asked with a content expression, you stared at the mirror with a floating smile as you nodded, approving the jewelry.

-It's so gorgeous! Oh! What about this one?

You asked as your eyes flew to a more elegant necklace. You walked away from Sanji quickly as you engaged in a great conversation with the seller about the jewelries and some specific information, that your lover was honestly unfamiliar with. Sanji felt like you kind of forgot about him and started to wander around the store on his own as he kept an eye on you, still.

"...should I get into jewelries.."

It was those type of thoughts that occupied his mind as he sulked in his corner. Though, Sanji is a gentleman and he loved more than anything to see you happy and passionate, so he put his jealousy aside to let you enjoy your moment. So, he put his ego aside and started to think about which one would look hotter on you-

-Chérie, have you find something you liked?

He asked you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. You hummed as you looked at the other man and you both nodded, agreeing on something the cook had no clue about.

-I'm going to take this one, what do you think babe?

Sanji kissed your cheeks and whispered in your ears with a smirk.

-They all look beautiful to me, because you are stunning. I don't think I will be of a great help, my love.

You smiled to yourself, because Sanji likes whatever you wear or not. On his end, he just wanted to leave already and pamper you with kisses & hickeys all over your neck to celebrate your new necklace and maybe to let people know you were his..

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[captain-hawks]

hi dee :3 i'm a big fan of your writing and ginormous brain, and i love the spicy sleepover concept you've got going !! (sorry for not popping by earlier, i'm a lil shy hfjhdj >~<)

this wknd could i humbly request that you expand upon a certain roommate!kuroo.. omg that post has been living in my brain non-stop for the last 48h.. 🙏

(hihi thank you so much you're so sweet<3<3<3!!!!!!)

night swim

tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

c: 18+ only, pining, roommate!kuroo, semi-public sex, pool sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — HEAT WAVE EDITION

It shouldn’t be weird—treading water after hours in the city pool with Kuroo under a blanket of stars and one dull, flickering street light just outside the chain link fence, the air still thick with the unrelenting humidity of a week-long heat wave.

It shouldn’t be weird that you’re swimming in your underwear, Kuroo’s bright idea to hop the fence and dive in mid-way on your walk back to your apartment from the convenience store too enthusiastic to deny. Too tempting against the uncomfortable, lingering prickle of heat and sweat on your skin after the two of you spent all afternoon trying to fix your one and only shitty, busted air conditioner in the living room. 

Kuroo’s been your roommate for nearly two years now, and you’ve accidentally seen each other naked more than a dozen times at this point—it’s become an occupational hazard you’ve long-since come to terms with.

(At least, you’ve lied to yourself enough to say as much.)

It wouldn’t be weird, if your stupid, traitorous heart would settle back into place behind your rapidly expanding ribcage, if it would let you continue to deny the inconvenient, messy feelings that have settled down roots deep inside of you as of late.

Roots that sprouted to life at the strange, funny feeling that unfurled inside of you at the odd expression on Kuroo’s face when you told him you finally broke up with your cheating boyfriend six months ago. 

Roots that dug their tendrils in even tighter as his room suddenly seemed all too quiet at night, his casual hookups dwindling dry.

(Roots that threatened to choke you the first time you realized you’d accidentally moaned his name into your pillow as your vibrator tipped you over the edge of a trembling, gushing orgasm.)

But it’s too late to backtrack this monumentally disastrous decision, not now that your ill-fated splashing match (an effort to derail the feelings simmering in your gut) finds you caged in against the side wall of the in-ground pool.

You’re a deer caught in headlights beneath his triumphant, smirking gaze—if the deer was secretly begging to get fucked by the goddamn car, that is. 

You haven’t quite decided if it’s better or worse that you’re not wearing your usual comfortable weekend undergarments at the moment, a now-cancelled date (which you’d swiped right on solely with the misguided hope of fucking Kuroo out of your system) finds you still wearing a new lacy pink bra, your nipples clearly exposed through the sheer fabric, and matching thong. Soaking wet and clinging to your skin, neither are doing much to hide the swell of your breasts or the swollen outline of your throbbing clit.

Water splashes gently against the side of the pool, and though you’re not certain who stops laughing first, you find yourself quietly staring at Kuroo and his damp, messy hair and stupidly handsome face.

“What happened to your date?” he asks suddenly.

“He cancelled,” You swallow, trying to play it off as you wave a hand at yourself. “Waste of a new outfit.”

Kuroo’s voice is a little rough as he replies, “His loss.”

“Is it?” you ask quietly.

He stares at you for a moment, seemingly thinking something over before he finally speaks. “You’re not as quiet as you think.”

Though you’re fairly certain you know exactly what he means, you still sputter out, “I—” 

You’ve made an unfortunate habit of it ever since the first time—slicking up your vibrator to thoughts of a tall head of unruly black hair and hazel eyes. Plunging the silicone toy in and out of your cunt to the fantasy of how Kuroo’s deep voice would sound against the shell of your ear.

“Is it fucked up,” Kuroo breathes out in a gravelly tone, one finger feathering over the strap of your new bra, “that I don’t want anyone else to see you in this?”

“Do you think it’s fucked up?” you ask.

His answering laugh is low and self-deprecating as he drags a hand through his hair, rogue strands sticking up in the wake of his fingers. “I mean it’s definitely fucked up how many times I’m gonna jerk off thinking about how your tits look right now.”

The heat simmering in your chest flares white-hot, and your throat goes dry.

“I feel like your view might be a little obstructed,” you tell him, swallowing hard.

He chokes out another laugh, incredulous, like despite the fact that he knows you moan his name while you’re masturbating, he can’t believe that you’re insinuating you want to dump your tits out for him in this public pool in the middle of the night.

“Yeah?” he asks.

You nod, reaching behind you to unhook your bra, and an insistent lick of arousal crawls up your spine at the way he mutters, “Fuck,” under his breath as your soaking wet, naked breasts are inches away from his own bare chest.

Reaching down, you tug him a hair closer by the waistband of his boxers, biting your lip at the feeling of his erection that’s now pressed against your thigh.

“Fucking perfect,” he exhales, carefully reaching up to cup your tits in his hands, eyes darkening at the soft little moan you let out when he strokes his thumb over your pebbled nipples. “You’re so fucking perfect, you have no idea.”

And then you’re gently caressing the nape of his neck, and all it takes is a soft whisper of his name from your lips to have his mouth crashing into yours.

It’s messy and it’s desperate and it’s perfect, the way Kuroo’s lips fervently slide across yours, his tongue dancing across the seam of your lips until they part, the kiss deepening into something that has you dizzy with heady, unrestrained desire. 

“Kuroo,” you whimper as he presses you flush against the wall, his cock a rock hard line against the puffy swell of your pussy. 

And then you press back into him and nearly see stars at the friction, and he groans, rocking forward into you in turn. You spread your legs a little wider, halfway tempted to just wrap yourself around his waist and rub your cunt against his thick length, and clearly he has the same idea—because he grabs hold of your thighs and murmurs, “Keep going.”

You’d be more than a little worried about getting caught, if Kuroo wasn’t swallowing down each of your increasingly lewd moans and whines with rough, hungry kisses, sloppy trails of spit hanging between your mouths each time your lips part for air. 

It feels so fucking good—dragging your cunt up and down his length, your nerve endings flaring with hot, sharp bursts of pleasure. 

But it’s not enough, not when you can feel just how big his cock is, when your pussy is pathetically clenching around nothing with each thrust.

You don’t realize you’ve moaned the same words out loud that you whine in the dark in your room until Kuroo curses, his grip on your hips tightening as he outright drags you against him. 

“Fuck me, Kuroo.”

Almost the same words—

“That’s not what I heard you say last night,” he rasps, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

You stare at him for a beat before you slowly say, “Fuck me, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo groans, his forehead falling against yours, and he kisses you roughly before reaching between your bodies, tugging aside your thong to slide his fingers through your slick folds. Even despite the water you’re currently swimming in, slick arousal coats the walls of your cunt, and you nearly come right then and there as he appreciatively moans as he explores your tight, desperate hole with one thick finger, which is soon joined by a second as he stretches you open. 

By the time he starts teasing the head of his shaft against your slit, you’re two seconds from begging for it, a sob on the tip of your tongue as your fingers claw into his back.

He chuckles.

The fantasy of your vibrator is nothing compared to the fat stretch of Kuroo’s cock as he finally sinks past your quivering entrance, burying his shaft balls deep in the choking, clenching grasp of your cunt. 

It’s nothing compared to the way Kuroo’s hips snap into yours as he holds you in his grasp while he fucks you right there in the pool, your tits bobbing in and out of the water with each plunge and drag. The wrecked manner in which he murmurs your name, the possessive way his hands roam your body, like he knows you nearly fucked someone else tonight.

(The way he fucks you like he knows you wanted it to be him all along.)

“Tetsurou,” you breathe out.

“I was wrong,” he gasps as he tries to bully his dick in even deeper, as you hump into him in turn, greedy for every inch.

“About what?”

“I thought you ruined me for anyone else the first time I heard you moan my name through the wall.” He exhales, pulling out before thrusting back inside of you. “But that doesn’t even come fucking close to this.”

You’re not entirely sure what’s the catalyst for the sudden climax that explodes within you—your pent up desire, the thumb he’s currently stroking across your throbbing clit, the raw honesty of his words. 

All of it, likely.

Given the way you nearly black out under the force of your trembling, gushing orgasm, Kuroo groaning at the way your pussy expands and contracts against the stretch of his shaft, lost in an overload of pleasure.

“Inside,” you gasp out at the unasked question that lingers on his face as his own peak approaches.

Kuroo’s answering kiss is filthy as he groans into your mouth, cock pulsing heavily as he spills rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, filling you deep.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes out, forehead falling against yours as his orgasm tapers off, his shaft still nestled inside of you.

You float there in comfortable silence for a few moments, Kuroo pressing soft kisses along the side of your face.

“So—”

He freezes, waiting for whatever it is that you’re about to say.

You continue, “I don’t feel very confident in my ability to jump back over that fence now.”

Given the nearly liquified state of your sated limbs, which feel damn near close to jelly as your legs remain wrapped around Kuroo’s waist.

“The lock on the gate is broken anyway,” he shrugs.

You balk, “Then why’d you make me climb it in the first place?!”

He shrugs, not looking anywhere near apologetic as he replies casually, “Your ass looked good in those shorts.”

[fartcloudfartcloud]

Logan x Reader based on this video because holy fucking shit

Nothing crazy just porn, a little bit of like dom/sub dynamic i think, lots of teasing, 1 (one) slap as per the video, abrupt cut off cause the video cuts off sorry I got lazy

Logan knew he had you all to himself. He didn't need any fancy strings or bowties to prove that to anyone.

He also knew that if he outstretched your arms to the sides and told you to keep them there, you would without a word. well, maybe a word or two at some point, but you would never falter.

So devoted, always doing just as your told.

Unfortunately for you, though, Logan also knew you looked absolutely jaw dropping in some chrome, particularly the kind that held you in place and left you no space to argue.

That's how he's gotten you here, each of your wrists bound by their own set of cuffs, then bound to the matching bed post. The bed was wide, and the cuffs gave you only enough room to lift your head in inch or two without pulling your arms off.

His thick, muscled legs are split over your waist, his cock bouncing off your sternum as he bends in half to sloppily make out with you.

You were flushed red and panting, something about having the privilege of tasting his tongue and feeling the warmth of his cock all at the same time lending to be all too much.

He pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connected you two as you pant into eachothers mouths. He hovers just slightly above you, letting you desperately chase his lips as he keeps them just slightly out of your reach, teasing you as you cry out.

You whimper out a soft "Logan..." before hes diving in and devouring your lips again. Hes bashful like this, his hands gently caressing down your cheek and cupping your face, hold your chin up as he pulls away.

His eyes are on your face, but yours are quickly falling down to the member inches from your mouth. You crave it like an addict, your fix being dangled in front of you like some sort of cruel torture method. it has you whining, please Logan, wanna taste, and sticking your tongue out, just short of making contact.

He laughs, rocking his hips a few times and allowing his rock-hard length to bounce between your tits in a memorizing pattern before he's up on his knees, hastily trying to force himself down your throat.

You have to arch your back in an odd way to let him slip down your esophagus, trying to give him as much space as possible in your mouth.

You're really only able to take his tip in short strokes before he's bringing his palm down and tipping your head back. Your pretty eyes now beam up at him like stars as he teases your mouth with his cock, bouncing the tip off your tongue and lips as he lightly brushes his fingertips over your cheeks and chest.

You try to chase it, to use what little movement you have to pop him back into the heat of your mouth, but his teasing doesn't relent.

You poute and whine, his length now out of your reach. His hand gently rests under your jaw, tilting your empty mouth and eyes up to be face to face with him again, it's intimate and arousing and God do you need his cock bad.

"Just cant get enough, huh?" He murmurs. You kiss the palm that holds you as you nod, you and him sharing a tender, loving glance.

With him like this, you float for a moment. His tender touches and your submissive spot under him making your mind go fuzzy.

Until his palm is cracking down across your cheek, gasping as you head whips to the side.

Immediately, Logan is all over you, both his big hands cuping your face as he murmurs apologies and taunts. I'm sorry baby, gotta teach ya, getting greedy on me, all come tumbling from his lips.

You're more focused on feeling his lips on yours again, your cheek tingling and your mind now replaced with only thoughts of him. You lick his lips as he mumbles, getting one swipe in before his tongue joins the mix.

he only gives you one sloppy kiss before hes back on his knees, this time haulting in place as he allows you to do the work.

It's better like this. Even with so little space for movement, you manage to start working him down your throat. He gulps, and his hands are in your hair, letting you take it for a few more thrusts before he's pulling out again.

"just can't get enough of you," he murmurs as you resume your sloppy kisses, your tongues tasting eachother as his hips now desperately buck against your stomach.

He groans and pants into your mouth, truly unable to get enough of eachother before hes crawling down your body, making his way to where you need him most.

"I can't wait, baby," he cries, tugging down your pants. That much is clear, his aching red cock bouncing and leaving little trails along his navel as he moves. -

[thetriumphantpanda]

rainy days | frankie morales

Summary | It has never been your favourite day, but he always knows how to make it better.

Pairing | Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word Count |

Warnings | Mentions of depression and sadness, negative feelings around birthdays, Frankie makes it all better, two idiots truly in love, allusions to smut but nothing explicit.

Authors Note | To my darling Jo, @undercoverpena - whilst this is my entry to your birthday celebration (I got the colour old rose, apologies for the tenuous link to brief you're about to read), it is also my love letter to you. To the woman you are. To the friend you have become. A love letter to the fact that you can be soft and emotional and have flaws and still be worthy of all the love in the world. Because you are. I have said it many times in recent days, but it is the truth, that I love you unconditionally and I am forever grateful for your friendship and love. I am here for you. I see you. I understand you. And I love you. Happy Birthday darling woman.

He knows it isn’t your favourite day of the year. One that is usually meant to bring joy and happiness and love is instead one that fills you with dread. Worried people would forget, having to force a smile at gifts that show that they really don’t know you at all.

He knows not to push it either. He’s good at that. Knowing the battles to pick and those to leave. You suppose that’s why you love him so much. The way he’s comfortable to sit in your hurt with you, not immediately jumping into fixing it, because it’s been years and you don’t think he could truly unravel everything behind the feelings. But he’s there, with a strong arm around you and a kiss to your forehead. It doesn’t need words, just his presence to say I’m here, I see you and I love you regardless.

It rains, because of course it does, weather to match mood, drowning out any hopes of the walk he’d promised. You distract yourself, cleaning mainly, even though the kitchen counters are spotless and the vacuum has been used more times in the past week than it has in the previous two years since you bought it. Distraction mainly, but now, with nothing to do, you sit. Listen to the fat raindrops and odd rumble of thunder. You reread the same four pages of your book, hopelessly trying to stop checking your phone for missed calls or messages of glad tidings.

The doorbell rings, startling you. Clad in a big jumper, leggings and socks, hair scraped back, you open the door, roar of rain rushing in, to find him standing there. Your man. Your Frankie. He’s soaked to the bone, t-shirt wet and cap dripping, but he’s smiling, both hands behind his back.

“You’ll catch your death, Morales,” you chastise lightly, moving aside for him to step into the warmth of your house, but he makes no effort to move, “Are you coming in?”

It almost makes you laugh when he starts talking, like a scene from the old romcoms you used to watch, but you let him do it anyway. His right hand moves first, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a dusty rose colour, which he hands to you. They remind you of the paint swatches, the way he’d patiently waited at the store for you to pick it. And then painted eleven swatches on the living room wall until you settled on one. Old rose.

“Hermosa,” he breathes, “Feliz cumpleaños.”

He bends, warm lips to your cheek, finally stepping across the threshold into your home, the place he spends more time in than his own home, his other secret revealed in the shape of a basket, woven, with a telltale red and white gingham poking out.

“Damn the rain,” he says, “and damn this misery, I know we can’t have this outside, but I know you hate eating outside anyway.”

He holds the basket up to you, lets you open the top. It’s full to the brim with food, all of your favourite things from your favourite places you’ve been with him in the past year. Pastries from the coffee shop where you had your first date, fruit from the farmer’s market you visit each Sunday, sandwiches from the shop you always stop at when you visit him at work to make sure he’s eating - it’s all there, in black and white, the moments you’ve shared, tiny, edible pieces of his love and care for you, that’s he’s the first person to ever truly see you, to ever truly know you. It makes your eyes water and your nose sniffle.

You press up on tiptoes and gently slant your lips over his, trying to tell him without words how much this means, how much you truly do love him.

You spread a blanket on the floor, unpack the food and sit for hours, eating and talking and kissing, until it goes dark outside. It still rains as he clears up, lightening now illuminating the sky, it rains as he leads you upstairs and undressed you, and thunder cracks along with your gasps and moans when he buries himself inside you.

It eases late, after he’s woken you in the dead of night with his mouth fused to your cunt. Draped across his chest, silence, save for the two of your breathing, you realise that this is all you need. One man who will do the most for you. One man who will continue, day in and day out, that he truly loves you. Maybe it won’t fix the disdain for your birthday, maybe it won’t fix anything else, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he found you and he loves you.

“Muchas gracias,” you whisper softly against his skin, “Te amo, mi amor.”

“Te amo, querida.”

[itskybabes-blog]

Duke Dennis Drabble

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part one: Unrequited Love Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, themes of drinking, sexual harassment and comparing body types

Plot: You and Duke have been friends for years, but you have had a crush on him for a while. At an AMP pool party, you reach breaking point.

Word count: 965

The wet, glistening caramel-toned skin of scantily clad women sparkle in the sun as they dance evocatively around the pool. You feel a bit out of place because – although, being a vision of beauty – you know his type is IG baddies and BBL bandits. Your naturally droopy E-cup tits and grabable ass might not be his cup of tea, but then why do you care? 

You and Duke have been friends for a couple of years now. You were a journalist and sometimes you get the perk of the odd brand trip. While atop of a snowy ski slope in Switzerland, the two of you hit it off and your friendship made it out of the group chat. 

Since then, he’d invite you around to do cool stuff together – just as friends. You’ve been a frequent visitor at the AMP house and have become good friends with the guys, particularly Agent, Kai and Fanum. Duke’s whole fandom even knows you’re one of his best friends and always ask when you’d pop up next in one of his streams. 

So, it wasn’t strange for you to be there, standing by the bar downing shots of Casamigos with the AMP lot at their latest pool party. You wipe the spilt liquor on your chin with the sleeve of your shrug and fix the matching leopard print bikini you wore. Don’t lie to yourself: these girls couldn’t hold a candle to you. But, watching Duke lean back and let one of those IG models slam their round bumper on his crotch made you feel a way.

About two years into your friendship, his dazzling smile and Southern charm started to melt your heart. When you looked into his chocolate-coloured eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach that you never had before. You’ve been meaning to tell him but, come on, you look so good – surely he’d just take a hint. 

Well, there’s nothing alcohol and good music can’t help. The anxiety of wondering whether Duke got your signals or not vanishes while you throw it back to some Sexyy Red. You be sure to scream the chorus to ‘Looking For The Hoes’ and act out with all you two’s mutuals. Even one lucky fella gets a whine from you when the dancehall music comes on. 

While Duke was having his own star moment on the other side of the pool, you did too where you were. By the end of the night, you were both going to be the talk of the party. 

However, your time takes a turn for the worst when you glance over at the foine dark-skinned man shoving his tongue down the throat of some big-booty hussie. You sulk, dropping your head down to look at your pretty blue-tip toes. 

“Hey, gang!” Kai says, tapping you on the arm. “Yo, why you mad sour right now?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you lied.

“Well, come take this shot then!” he rebutted, handing you your 15th shot of the night. 

You’ve never been a lightweight but no one can survive this level of alcohol. Your quest to drown your feelings has gone too far and people are starting to notice due to the way your eyes glaze over and your lack of spatial awareness. 

You throw your ass around the slippery poolside, worrying all of your friends who think you’re doing way too much. Even at one point, your nipple slipped out and you didn’t even know until Zoe rushed over and fixed it for you. 

Agent runs over and tells Duke about your condition while he has the same broad on his lap. “Man, she’s a grown-ass woman. She don’t need no babysitter!” Duke exclaims back. 

“Please, dude, look,” Agent points over at you, stumbling aimlessly around the pool with a goofy smile on your face. He also sees a weirdo lurking behind you. The same man she danced with before (who was a random guest at the house) comes behind you and grabs your hips, trying to force you to dance on him again. You weakly push him away as who the fuck grinds to Chief Keef, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He tightens his grip on your waist and swiftly closes the gap between you. You drop your glass and it shatters, making a loud crashing sound, but the party still goes on as normal. 

The swift commotion causes Duke to quickly (after excusing himself from what would have been his flavour of the day) come to your defence and shove the man off of you. 

“What the fuck are you doing, bro? She don’t want your ugly-ass,” Duke boomed and squared up to the man. He got a few looks, but still, most partygoers went on like nothing was happening. 

“What’s your problem? She’s fair game,” the man said eerily, “I don’t see no ring on her finger and, earlier, she was all over me. She wants this.”

Clearly paralytic, you clung onto Duke’s side for stability. You look up at him with a look he knew all too well. 

Agent finally returns - this time, with security - to where you and Duke were.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Duke barked at the guy, pushing him towards the big burly men who scooped the creep up.

“No, you don’t understand,” he tried to argue while being dragged away. “She wants me! She wants me so bad.”

Duke ripped you off his side and threw you over his shoulder. 

“What the fuck? Put me- put me dooowwwnnn,” you hiccuped, trying to fight the bile rising up your throat. 

You have to wait a couple minutes for him to grand your request. Duke plops you on a bed - his bed - and stares at you in utter disbelief.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

A/N: Got writer's block with the Danny story, so I thought to start a cute lil' Duke drabble. All comments and advice are encouraged!

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve was doing this for Robin.

He had to keep telling himself this. He could get through the day, the weekend, life, if he just kept repeating this to himself.

But an hour into their day, his pants ripped.

Not in a place it can be hidden, not a small one.

Right along his ass.

And because Robin insisted he’d be fine, he didn’t bring a bag with a change of clothes.

He could buy some, sure, if he wanted to spend $60 on special convention sweatpants that would be entirely too hot, unflattering, and ruin the costume Robin insisted he wear to match hers.

He was hiding in the bathroom currently, furiously texting Robin to let her know he was just going to stay there until it was time to leave.

She’d be mad at him, but she’d be more mad at herself for not letting him bring a change of clothes.

His pants weren’t even tight. Luke Skywalker doesn’t exactly wear tight clothes. He had no reason behind the rip other than the universe just hating him as much as possible.

Robin told him she would find someone to help, whatever that means, but he didn’t think that was possible without just buying new pants.

He stood in the corner of the continuously crowded bathroom, trying not to draw attention, but knowing it was incredibly odd to just stand in the corner of a public bathroom.

Ten minutes passed and a guy walked in with a backpack and a sign that says “Free Cosplay Repair” and Steve knew what Robin had done.

The man was pretty, and not dressed up, but seemed like he wished he was. Maybe it was difficult to repair if he was wearing some elaborate costume.

Steve didn’t know how this worked.

“Are you Steve?”

Steve nodded.

His voice was calming, and Steve instantly trusted him to fix the problem.

“Heard you’ve got a bit of a problem with the costume. Big or small?”

“Uh. Pretty big, man.”

“Ah. Tear along the ass, then. Happens all the time.”

He set his backpack down and started rummaging through the front pocket. When he pulled out a sewing kit, Steve realized he was going to have to get this fixed in a public bathroom with this very attractive man staring at and touching his ass for who knows how long.

“Um.”

“It’ll be better if you can take them off. I’ll be able to sew it much faster.”

Steve couldn’t just stand around in his boxers. That was not part of the plan or the agreement with Robin. People were coming and going from the bathroom at a rapid rate.

“Is there somewhere private we can go?”

“Awww, Stevie, feeling shy?”

Steve’s face was beet red. He was feeling a little shy, and being called out on it by a hot guy kind of made him think about being called out on other things in other ways and his brain was not doing well.

“My name’s Eddie. I come with my friend Chrissy to a bunch of these every year. We have a tent set up on the show floor for privacy, but you’d have to walk to it. I could walk behind you if you want?”

“Oh. Okay. Um. Sure.”

It was better than standing half naked in this bathroom.

So they left, and Eddie stayed right behind him, covering him from possible exposure to the growing crowd.

He would lean forward and direct him to the tent every few seconds, leaving goosebumps behind from how close he got to his ear to be heard.

When they arrived, Chrissy was finishing up with supergluing something to a mask. Eddie touched her shoulder and whispered something to her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him before turning back to the person she was helping.

Eddie nudged Steve into their tent.

“Alright, shouldn’t take too long. Take them off, Luke.”

Steve rolled his eyes but followed directions. The faster this was done, the faster he could get back to Robin, who was probably so deep into the crowd by now that he’d never find her anyways.

Maybe he should just stay here. Learn to sew. Become a part of their traveling repair team.

They seemed nice enough.

Eddie got started immediately, and Steve was grateful for the privacy the tent provided. He sat down on a stool they had set up in the corner and put his hands in his lap, covering as much of himself as he could. He was definitely not confident in this place.

He’d embraced that he liked some nerdy things. He was fine with it.

But he was way out of his element here.

“You come to these a lot?”

“No. Just supporting my friend.”

“Explains not being as prepared as the pros.”

“I did try to be. My friend said I’d be fine. Don’t know why I listened to her.”

Eddie snorted. “She a friend or a…friend?”

Steve laughed so loudly, Eddie jumped. “Sorry. She’s very much not straight and I am very much not interested.”

“Is she Leia?”

“Yeah.”

“Everyone will assume you’re together, you know?”

“Yeah, well. She said I had to and I owed her.”

“Must’ve done you a big favor.”

“You could say that.”

Eddie’s hands were moving quickly, and Steve couldn’t help watching in amazement.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“What? Sewing? Or conventions?”

“Both.”

Eddie smiled while he worked.

“Sewing since I was 11. I was in charge of fixing my and my uncle’s clothes since we couldn’t really afford new ones unless I outgrew them. Then in high school I did costumes for drama and cheerleaders. That’s how I met Chrissy. She was a secret nerd so she took me to a convention and I saw too many people crying over broken and torn cosplays so I started doing this.”

“For free?”

“Yeah. I already had most of the supplies on hand and I’m not using them all so why not?”

“That’s really…kind.”

He saw Eddie’s cheeks blush, but he didn’t comment.

Maybe he’d gain some upper hand here despite being half naked in a tent with a stranger.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It kind of is, man. Just take the compliment. It’s really selfless.”

“Okay. Yeah. I guess. Thanks.”

They settled into a comfortable silence and Steve really took in the tent. There were things hanging up that he vaguely recognized as D&D monsters from Dustin’s room.

“Hey, the kid I babysit is into that.”

“What?”

“The dungeons game.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I think he even has that exact print in his room.”

“No shit? I made these. I have an Etsy shop.”

“You’re kidding. He’s gonna freak out that I met you.”

“Well, shit. Take one for him.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah you could. I’m not letting you leave until you do.”

Steve felt his heart flutter.

Dustin was like his little brother and he loved him so much. Any time someone did something kind for him, it melted his heart.

He didn’t have time for feelings for a stranger.

Not at a convention where he was the outcast.

“I guess if you insist.”

“I do.”

Steve was a fucking mess. Emotionally, he was the type to get really attached really quickly. It’s why all of his relationships ended within weeks. He was ready to be completely committed and they never were. He fell hard and fast for anyone who showed him even a tiny bit of interest.

He had to get out of this tent.

“I’m not rushing you, but how much longer?”

“I’m almost done. Few more minutes. Doing okay?”

“Yeah. Just wanna find Robin.”

“Text her to meet you here. She knows where it is.”

“How would she know that?”

“I’ve met her a few times at other conventions and she always stops by to say hello.”

Robin knew this guy?

Suddenly, he realized what was going on.

She was setting him up.

“Take your time. She can wait.”

Eddie slowed his hands and looked up at Steve.

“Uh. Okay.”

“She’s a traitor who did this to me on purpose.”

“Ripped your pants?”

“Yes.”

Eddie stopped what he was doing completely.

“She ripped your pants on purpose? How would she have done that?”

“She pulled a seam out or something.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s trying to set us up.”

“Us?!”

“Yep. Sorry. I promise I don’t expect anything. She just does this sometimes. Thinks I’m lonely or whatever.”

Eddie searched his face for a minute, then looked back down at his work.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Lonely.”

Well, yeah. Robin didn’t get the assumption from nowhere. But he didn’t really want to admit that to a stranger.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Apparently, he was going to anyways.

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Mhm.”

Steve huffed out a breath.

Eddie stood suddenly and came over to Steve, pushing his shoulder back and his legs apart so he could fit between them.

Eddie’s hand cupped his chin, pulling it up so he could look at him.

Steve gulped.

He was feeling more than vulnerable at this point and wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Your friend must really love you to want to make sure you aren’t lonely.”

“Um. Yeah.”

“You know, I’m taking a lunch break in about an hour if you wanna hang around. I could use some company.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. One condition though.”

“What’s that?”

“You take the pants off again.”

Steve laughed and Eddie couldn’t help the smile he aimed down at him.

“You want me to eat in just my boxers?”

“Well, not just your boxers. That’ll be later at the hotel.”

God, this guy was good. Smoother than Steve’s ever been and he was known for his charming nature for years.

“You think I’ll come back to your hotel?”

“I know you will.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I only temporarily fixed these pants. The stuff you need is back at my room.”

“What if I don’t care about the pants?”

“All the more reason to leave them off when you come to my room.”

They smiled at each other.

Steve felt brave. He felt a little ridiculous. Most of all, he felt like he couldn’t pass up the opportunity literally staring him in the face.

He leaned up a bit more and waited for Eddie to lean down.

When their lips met, Steve knew he was completely fucked.

Robin had fucked him over and he’d never been so grateful.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Shinra is having a Victorian style ball (that will be filmed and reported about) in order to raise the city’s morale. Big name celebrities are invited, athletes, etc., and at the center of it all are the Turks and SOLDIER, who are obligated to make sure everyone has a good time- including dancing when asked.

(Rufus, President Shinra, and the other directors are also there to make sure everyone’s doing what they’re supposed to. Rufus had the “pleasure” of being put in charge of the whole thing.)

What happens?

The Victorian Ball From Hell

• Everyone dutifully adheres to the strict dress code—era-appropriate ball gowns, suits tailored to the occasion, and behavior befitting the Victorian-themed ball in the main event area of the Shinra building. Each guest is dressed accordingly... except for Sephiroth, who's wearing simple working class attire and has dirt on his face. Angeal quickly notices him as he enters the ballroom with Genesis, who despite donning a waistcoat and jacket, also sports a skirt with a crinoline.

Angeal: What planet did you two escape from??

Sephiroth: It would be wrong to partake in this gross display of wealth that serves only to mask the inherent inequalities and injustices of that era.

Angeal: And you, Genesis, couldn't make up your mind?

Genesis: Of course I could. They said we had to show up in clothes that match the Victorian era. They didn't say the clothes had to fit the gender norms of the time as well.

Angeal: Why is it that any time they host themed parties, neither of you can dress normally?

*Director Lazard walks up to them, donning an elegant suit*

Angeal: Look at Lazard. Why can't you be more like him? He's dressed in theme, he followed the rules.

*Tseng appears out of nowhere, looks at Lazard, blows a whistle, and 12 Turks tackle him to the ground before handcuffing and hauling him away*

Angeal: What was that??

Sephiroth: In the Victorian era, women did not have the right to vote, sue, and own property. It marked the early stages of the feminist political movement, advocating for equality in education, work, and electoral rights.

Tseng, ignoring him: In an effort to ensure that all of our guests follow the dress code, we have decided to arrest and remove any guests who do not adhere to it.

Genesis: But Lazard was in theme, was he not?

Tseng: He was, but he and I are wearing the same suit. I couldn't possibly be seen in competition with the Vice President's brother.

Angeal:

Genesis:

Sephiroth: The industrial revolution saw a surge in poverty and the exploitation of children.

Tseng: Enjoy your night.

*Tseng walks away*

Angeal: That was odd.

Genesis: Tell me about it.

• A SOLDIER taps Genesis on the shoulder, hands him some gil and extends an empty champagne flute. Genesis wordlessly reaches into the layers of his skirt and pulls out a champagne bottle before pouring it into the SOLDIERs glass. The SOLDIER walks away. Genesis stuffs the bottle back into his skirt.

Angeal:

Sephiroth: Cholera, tuberculosis and scarlet fever preyed on the poor and vulnerable during a time where medicine had a limited understanding of the correlation between infectious diseases and hygiene.

Genesis: What?

Angeal: What do you mean 'what'? You just pulled a bottle of champagne from your ass.

Genesis: Oh. Well, the Vice President decided that the ball remain alcohol-free to ensure our guests uphold an air of refinement suitable for the public's perception.

Sephiroth: Men, women and especially children were forced into labor and subjected to dehumanizing working conditions. Why? They were scammed, forced to work to pay their debts. They were thrown in poverty and then incarcerated.

Angeal, ignoring him: So you're risking getting tackled-arrested by the Turks all for the sake of profit??

Genesis: Yes? I've spread the word, I've pre-mixed drinks and brought my collection of fine liqueurs. People know where to come to for their fixes. Aren't I brilliant? I'll be five thousand gil richer by the end of the night.

• Zack taps Genesis on the shoulder and hands him the gil. Genesis reaches into his skirt, pulls out a bottle of hairspray, then shakes it before spraying Zack's spikes.

Sephiroth: Every home in the victorian era had a cesspool instead of a toilet.

Angeal: I don't know you people. *He walks away*

• As the night goes on, more people are tackled and arrested by the turks for not following the dress code, and Genesis' business is booming. Angeal is trying to keep his distance from everyone but this doesn't work for long.

*Reno walks up to him*

Angeal: Hey.

Reno: I need a favor. I got a message for Rude, but I can't physically walk up to him or call him.

Angeal: Why not?

Reno: We got into some trouble. As our punishment, we can't talk to each other for a week. Think you can deliver the message to him?

Angeal: Sure.

Reno: Cool, but don't go up to him. They're probably watching me right now, so it'll be obvious that I'm using you as a message man. Tell someone the message, then have them deliver the message to Rude.

Angeal: Okay, what's the message?

Reno: Meet me at the rooftop at three.

Angeal: Got it.

Reno: Thanks, man, You're the best.

• Meanwhile, Zack is enjoying the buffet. He really likes the finger sandwiches and can't get enough of them. Unfortunately Sephiroth is dead set on spreading the message.

Sephiroth: Items such as bread was adulterated with toxic materials such as sawdust and chalk in the victorian era.

*Zack stops chewing*

Sephiroth: Adulterated bread was likely fed to children, where the divide between social classes meant that while the wealthy enjoyed finger sandwiches, many children starved and succumbed to illness due to poverty and lack of access to proper nutrition.

*Zack starts crying and walks away*

Angeal: Sephiroth, I need you to do me a favor. Go up to Rude and tell him to meet Reno at the rooftop at three.

Sephiroth: Why?

Angeal: Because he and Rude have been banned from talking, and they're keeping an eye on them to make sure no one helps them communicate.

Sephiroth: I see. But seeing at the Turks have just seen you talk to Reno, and are now seeing you speak to me, going directly up to him is unwise. May I instead spread the word?

Angeal: Sure? Go ahead. Hey, have you seen Genesis? I kinda miss him.

• Sephiroth gestures toward a nearby table where Genesis is seated, with a line of people queued up in front of him to purchase drinks and other items. Dark Star approaches him, next in line.

Genesis: Unfortunately, I cannot serve you, as alcoholic beverages are entirely toxic to dogs.

*Dark Star barks*

Genesis: Ah, forgive me.

*Genesis extracts a giant chocobo bone from his skirt*

Angeal: Never mind.

• Sephiroth sets off to do Angeal's favor. He finds Zack on the dance floor and gestures for him to come over.

Zack: Hey, man, what's up?

Sephiroth: "Rude, complete Reno and the charm is free" Spread the word.

Zack: Huh?

Sephiroth: Jack the Ripper haunted the streets of Whitechapel, murdering—

*Zack panics and rushes off*

• Zack finds Kunsel.

Kunsel: Hey, man!

Zack: "Food completes Reno and smiling is free"

Kunsel: Huh?

Zack: Spread the word!

Kunsel: Okay.

• Kunsel finds Cissnei.

Cissnei: Hey!

Kunsel: Nude then incomplete, Reno is free.

Cissnei: Huh?

Kunsel: Spread the word!

Cissnei: ....uh...sure?

• Cissnei finds Rufus.

Cissnei: Gen is discreet, but he has a fee.

Rufus: Excuse me?

Cissnei: I was told to spread the word. I don't know what that's supposed to mean, though.

• Rufus finds Tseng.

Rufus: I'm concerned. Cissnei told me that Genesis is being discreet, and that he has some kind of fee.

Tseng: What could that possibly mean?

• Cloud walks by with some other troopers that are serving as security for the ball.

Rufus: Strife, a word.

Cloud: Yes, sir?

Rufus: Do you know the meaning of the phrase: Gen is discreet, but he has a fee?

Cloud: WHO TOLD YOU THE CODE WORDS?

Rufus: What??

Cloud: That's the code we use to let each other know about the hidden alcohol in Genesis' skirt that he's selling!

Tseng: I KNEW IT.

• Tseng blows a whistle, and then 12 Turks tackle Genesis out of his chair and onto the ground. The sheer amount of stuff that crashes and scatters to the ground is unbelievable—glass bottles, chewing gum, copies of Loveless, lighters, hair ties and bobby pins, toothbrushes, neck pillows, condoms, apples, cigarettes, materia that looks like it was stolen from the materia room on the SOLDIER floor, items autographed by Sephiroth, flower bouquets, cans of Banora White juice, extra ties and evening gloves, umbrellas, a Tupperware container filled with brownies that Tseng will pretend he doesn't see because he ran out of aspirin, bandaids, a sewing kit, a fire extinguisher, and Sephiroth's sword that has a price tag that reads "To be negotiated" on it.

• Angeal and Sephiroth watch as Genesis is arrested.

Angeal: Oh my god...I can't believe this.

Sephiroth: I know. He told me he had run out of neck pillows.

Angeal:

Sephiroth: I was scammed, which the working class often was in Victorian London, when con artists thrived—

Angeal: ENOUGH.

[sinkdestroyer3000]

Your car broke down in a long stretch of woods while you and your friends, were on a road trip. As everyone was busy freaking out not knowing what to do. You saw a dirt trail. You pointed it out, everyone in the end decided it would be the safest bet. Since you could find a ranger station or maybe a camp site that would be near civilization.

A not so long trek later, and you all find a cabin in the woods you taking the lead, you knock and someone opens the door. They looked as if they had lived in the woods for some time. not bad, just scruffier than normal city folk.

They invite you all in for dinner with a promise of food and directions to a ranger station

Thanking the kind stranger, you all come in being led to the dinner table and being served meat and an assortment of vegetables that looked home-grown the

stranger only put meat on their plate, which was odd but nothing to think too hard about

As you all talked to the stranger, you realized there were many things off about them. their eyes being slightly too big, their teeth more pointy than normal teeth and the oddest thing being how they spoke not the mannerisms though odd could be brushed off as not speaking to many people being in the middle of the woods and all but their voice had an almost painful tone almost like it was unnatural for them to speak that way

As you glance around the house, you to fail to realize how the stranger has been staring at specifically you

You realize how shady this person is the photos on the walls have no photos of them and the photos there are look like driver's licenses and IDs

And the shoe rack near the door is filled with many shoes sizes and styles non seem to match to the person in front of you feeling a bubbling anxiety that felt like it would spill out if you ignored it, you ask you use the restroom

They happily lead you there, pausing you before you go in to ask if you feel alright. You nod, saying you're just anxious from the car braking down. They nod and tell you that they'll see what they could do before you head in

You put your headphones on and put a five-minute timer on so you can calm down, trying to shake the anxious feelings. As the five minutes come to an end, you walk out

You're friends greet you before thanking the stranger again for how kind they were for giving them a hot meal and directions even you already at the front door don't fail to notice how silent the stranger has been until they lash out ripping one of you're friends to shreds as the rest of you scramble out terrified screams coming from different directions you hear it chasing another friend who was close by on all four sounding unnatural when you get a glance its limbs are twisted in ways you've never seen before as you climb a tree to avoid being spotted you notice as you see the last slivers of light dip into the mountains away you see a watch tower in the exact direction the thing said a ranger station would be dread fills you realizing it knew you'd all run. It sent you in the wrong direction for that exact reason

The night was cold. You could hear the thing crunch on your friends and cry out in their voices, but you knew it wasn't them and by some miracle you survived. While in the tree you could vaguely see a trail to a camp so that's where you went when the sun was well and up little did you know you had something following close behind

You got to the station and tried to tell the rangers about what happened, but they said there's someone who owns the land, but they were polite. They said they would ask them questions, but that's all they could do without evidence

They help you get your car fixed, and you drive home, a new feeling of paranoia and grief for your friends and a hatred for the thing that made such both a terrible yet amazing trip so terrible.

Little did you know that you had a new admirer

Something about you felt nice the thing they were eager to know more . It was curiosity at first, but as they continued to watch you they became more enamored with you mannerisms that most would find weird the things that made you happy the things that annoyed you

You were perfect, and they wanted to know more. They wanted you to tell them secrets only they would get to know. They would learn to love like a person if it made you love them back

They took the identity of a new neighbor you never met before introducing themselves and finding opportunities to bump into you. After a year and a half, you finally were able to call them a friend. They were content with whatever you wanted them to be as long as you would stay and keep talking to them with that angelic voice of yours.

As long as you stayed.

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me characters hands hcs (demon brothers, dateables, + side characters)

college has whooped my ass but your girl has officially graduated with two degrees!! finally!! hopefully i will be able to get out more writing soon. i think i am also going to tweak my request rules in the coming days to make writing easier on myself and my schedule, so expect that soon. anyways enjoy these random headcanons that came to mind one night out of nowhere

content warnings: none

Lucifer

lucifer is usually wearing gloves, so you rarely get to see or feel his hands. so when you do, it's a treat.

his hands are cold, but not unbearably so. they perpetually feel like he's been out in the cold just a few minutes too long. when he touches your bare skin, it makes you jump-- but keep them close for a few minutes and you'll chase the cold away completely.

his hands are soft. probably not super surprising considering he's always wearing gloves, but it's still pleasant.

he's got big ass, strong hands. they may be soft, but that doesn't mean they're weak. lucifer is the type of person that could open a jar for you with such ease that he'd almost look disappointed in your weak little human arms. if he's in a good mood, he might tease you about it.

he's pretty pale, so you can see the color of his veins under his skin. he's also got just a few prominent veins-- nothing excessive, but just enough to hit that sweet spot between too much and not enough.

his nails are always pristine. he's the avatar of pride. do you think he'd willingly walk around with chipped nail polish? if something somehow happens, they will be redone by the next day, almost like they'd never chipped in the first place. either he'll call asmo over to fix them, or fix them himself, depending on how much time he has.

Mammon

mammon has pleasantly warm hands. sometimes they get a little sweaty, but it's not much of a problem honestly. he's like a nice little heating pack on a winter day. because his hands are warm, though, yours usually feel cold to him... and he will complain. it's mammon.

his hands are also pretty soft. gotta look nice, y'know? i can see him keeping lotion (and chapstick-- not relevant here but it's worth a mention regardless) on his person pretty often. this came about bc he got tired of the lotion he borrowed from asmo smelling all perfume-y getting him odd looks.

this man is always wearing at least one ring and you cannot convince me otherwise. i can see him wearing a lot of matching gold ring sets. they just look like they belong on him, y'know?

i think he's got a few subtle veins across his hands. he knows that people like that, so i think he's pretty proud of his hands. he even takes care to avoid chipping or otherwise messing up his nails so the whole look will stay cohesive.

Leviathan

oh you know this man's hands are clammy as fuck. sorry bud. facts are facts.

he's blessed with very pretty hands. his nails just grow in a pretty shape (and asmo makes sure to keep them that way), his fingers are slender and proportional, his hands are a normal size, and his skin stays pretty moisturized, even in harsh weather. he doesn't have to try. which is good, because we all know he wouldn't.

i think levi actually hates the feeling of rings and hand jewelry. he'd fidget with it too much and eventually become so aware of it that he'd need to take it off before he goes crazy. if he gets married and wears a traditional wedding ring, it would have to fit perfectly and be very comfortable for him to eventually get used to it.

levi picks at the pads of his fingers a lot when he's anxious, but he's not super prone to scaring there, so it isn't super noticeable. he'll go through bursts of trying to break this habit where he covers his poor hands in vaseline, but nothing even quite breaks him of it.

Satan

satan has hands crafted by god specifically to play piano and look nice holding books. look at him. there's no way he'd have ugly hands. they're soft and pretty, but i think he has to put more effort than expected into maintaining them.

he's another one that i think would be anti-ring for much of the same reason as levi. i think it would just feel odd on his fingers and he'd get irritated by their presence. he's okay wearing bracelets though.

his hands, slender and pretty as they remain, are also quite strong. he's the avatar of wrath, after all. he's probably the second or third best to go to when you need a tough jar opened.

his nails and cuticles always look presentable, but i think he finds grooming them unpleasant. he lets asmo do it for him-- the younger one's chattering distracts him from the irritating feeling of pushed back cuticles and trimmed hangnails. his hands aren't naturally soft, either, but asmo has developed a routine for him so they stay nice with a bit of regular (secret) effort. satan's all about seeming effortlessly perfect, after all, and his hands are no exception.

Asmo

softest hands in the entire cast. simeon and mephistopheles are good competitors, but this is not a battle he will lose.

his nails are always perfectly manicured and soft. he's got a million different lotions scatter across his room, the HoL, RAD, etc., all to make sure he never encounters even a hint of dry skin. he's got emergency nail polish, too, just incase a nail were to chip while he's out and about.

asmo reaches a lot for daintier, tasteful jewelry. think small rings, delicate bracelets, pretty gemstones, the works. he's very particular about matching the jewelry both to his outfit AND his nails.

he doesn't have any visible veins, so his hands seem inhumanly perfect at times. he likes this. compliment his hands and he'll swoon-- not that he cares more about them than the rest of his body, but because it shows you notice the smaller details he puts effort into, and he appreciates it.

Beel

big boy's got big ass hands. even if you're grown yourself, putting your palms against his will make you feel like a kid again. he could palm a basketball like shaq.

he's got his fair share of callouses. i think he mostly leaves them alone because they serve the purpose of improving his grip, which is nice for the gym or fangol. asmo probably gets on him for it, but beel doesn't care enough to do something about it. i can also see him having quite a few prominent veins on both hands.

his hands fluctuate in temperature a LOT. it's pretty unpredictable, too. you can touch his hand and find it scorching hot, then touch it again ten minutes later to find it eerily lukewarm. nobody knows why this happens.

beel has to be very conscious of his hygiene, or his hands will get really dirty in a matter of minutes. he's constantly eating and touching things, so he needs to either be careful or have a napkin on hand. i think lucifer carries hand sanitizer for this exact reason (although he won't admit it).

Belphegor

belphegor's hands are upsettingly lukewarm. it's like touching things or inclimate weather has no effect on him. they're always lazily warm, like a glass of water sitting out in the sun.

his hands stay soft mainly because he doesn't do much with them. he is, however, prone to hangnails. he's lazily bite them off and accidentally cause more in the process-- not that he particularly cares.

he leaves nail and hand maintenance in asmo's hands. he'll let the fifth born do anything to them so long as he gets to sleep through it.

not anti-jewelry/rings per se, but doesn't care enough about it to a) put any on, or b) make sure he doesn't lose whatever he's wearing that day. if it somehow falls off, the most you're getting from him is a quick look around, unless the piece was really meaningful and/or borrowed.

Diavolo

is anyone surprised to hear that diavolo has massive, strong hands? no? didn't think so.

he's got really thick fingers, too. you feel like a toddler comparing hand sizes with him. he's just a mountain of a man.

his hands are always hot but never sweaty. it's comforting most of the times, but if you're already hot his touch is like fire. dawg. don't touch me. i'm sweating. his entire body is like this, too.

his nails are always very particularly manicured (it's an image thing) and fairly soft. he cares enough to use lotion but not enough to carry it. he's not one to be super vain in that regard.

there's a tasteful amount of veinage on this prince's hands. enough to be attractive, but not enough to make him seen overworked or to age him.

Barbatos

definitively the coldest fucking hands in the entire cast. barbatos' hands are cold enough to wake the dead with just a touch.

his hands are always covered by gloves as well, so they're not as rough as you'd expect. still, though, the butler is always keeping his hands busy, so i imagine there are still some minor calluses across his hands. nothing enough to be super noticable, but still there.

he's got long, slender fingers. very regal. his hands themselves are average sized. compared to someone like diavolo, though, they're dainty.

his hands are also very pale, but for some reason you can't spot a single vein. it's odd. you can see the tendons and bones shift when he moves so you know his hands are built like normal... but something about the veins just seems so odd. mammon tricked luke into thinking barbatos doesn't have any blood, so that's why no one can see his veins. this is wrong, but luke is too polite to ask about it. (the real explanation is that, although he's pale, he's got pretty thick skin-- demon perks-- so you don't really see much below it).

Simeon

simeon's hands are pleasantly warm at all times. you can feel the heat through his gloves. it's just a very comforting thing-- he'll hold your hand anytime you ask, so don't be afraid to ask if you're a little chilly or in need of some reassurance.

when he takes the gloves off, his hands are silky smooth. did you expect anything different? i can see him being very methodical abut hygiene in general, and in this case i think he's always using a nice lotion on his hands before he puts his gloves on for the day. when they come off, his hands are soft and sweet-smelling-- like cocoa butter and vanilla.

he doesn't paint his nails or anything, but they always look very nice. his liberal use of lotion pairs well with his other grooming habits. his cuticles are never overgrown, his nails are always short and uniform, and his nail beds are healthy and clear. it's minor, but it just adds to the overwhelming perfection that simeon exudes.

Solomon

solomon's hands are somehow both clammy AND cold. pick a struggle, peepaw.

on the plus side, his hands are soft. even in the winter, solomon never has to worry about rough knuckles or dry skin. which is good, because you cannot convince me that this man would remember to regularly apply lotion. he's a menace.

his hands are pale, like the rest of them, but also more veiny than i think most would anticipate. he's got one prominent one heading to his ring finger, and the rest are a bit smaller but still noticeable. his pale skin allows you to see the blue of his veins underneath. they're interesting to just stare at at watch move when he flexes his fingers.

i can see him wearing a ring or two on occasion. i don't think he'd care a whole lot about the aesthetics, but i think he'd put in enough effort to wear gold when his outfit has gold and switch to silver when wearing outfits with silver in them. it's a small thing, but it lets your know he's putting in at least a little thought.

Luke

luke has got such little, cute hands. his fingers are small and a little stubby, just like his nails. his nails also grow slowly, too, so he doesn't have to do much to keep them presentable.

unfortunately, they're often a little sticky. he bakes a lot, and while he's not usually dirty or messy, he's still young and somehow just attracts stickiness like any other child. it's especially bad when he uses honey in his recipes-- his hands are perpetually sticky for like two or three days after, no matter how often he washes his hands.

luke is a nervous little child, and for that i could see him being someone that picks at his cuticles. simeon gently discourages this habit, but at the end of the day he can't do much but make sure they heal properly.

BONUS:

Thirteen

she gives barbatos a run for his money in the cold hand competition. her fingers are ice. unlike barbatos, she will use this to her advantage. you'll find her frigid fingers on the back of your neck or under the hem of your shirt when you least expect it. she doesn't have any reason to do this. she just thinks it's funny.

her hands are a little dry, mainly around the knuckles. she strikes me as someone that constantly rubs her dry hands together and bitches about needing lotion, while simultaneously never remembering her own. she probably bums a dab of lotion off of someone ever day (i'm thinking asmo).

her nails are always really nice. they're just naturally shaped really well, round at the top and pretty straight. they're strong and don't break easy, which is good, because a hangnail can throw off her concentration for an entire afternoon.

Raphael

like belphegor, raphael's hands are an upsetting temperature-- no matter how warm or cold your hands are, his feel lukewarm against yours. it should literally be impossible, but then again, a lot of things you've encountered in the devildom should be impossible.

he's got some calluses. they're pretty interesting, honestly-- if he was a human, he'd have the bumpy, dry hands of a weathered veteran or lonely woodworker, all rough skin and long years embedded into his flesh. but he's an angel. the calluses on his hands are small and fairly easy to miss if you don't touch him. but run your hand along the ridges of his fingers or the fatty parts of his palms and you'll find them just fine.

raphael has really pretty nail beds. something about the way they look is just so clean and nice. he never has overgrown cuticles or anything, either. just really nice hands for a man that does not spare a single thought to the way they look.

Mephistopheles

this man has hands like butter. they're just so soft and luxurious. you think they'd be a bit more rugged seeing as he's a rich boy with a penchant for horseback riding, but no. i can see him being very anal about his hands. they're always soft with not a callous or imperfection in sight.

speaking of perfect, this motherfucker has amazing nails. they're just a tad longer than you'd expect to be traditionally "masculine", but that just enhances how slender and pretty his fingers look. no wonder he's always pointing and gesturing so dramatically-- he's gotta show off all that hard work!

pretty boy here just has really nice, strong hands. not really veiny, but very smooth and even. his palms are a bit lighter than his skintone, naturally, but across the board there's no discoloration or scarring to be seen. you can tell he's a noble just by looking at his hands.

he's usually in those gloves but, if not, i could see him being a rings kinda guy. only tasteful ones, though, and in moderation. not like mammon.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Lights Shining Down On You

Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ruben knows his lady needs his attention, sweetness from ruben, christmas lights on christmas lights, ruben is part time photographer for you.

Word Count: 565

Author's Note: now I had googled to see if I could find actual drive through light shows in manchester to make it accurate but google was being useless so just imagine it lol - big shocker but this one's for pookie and her ain't shit baby daddy lmaoooo @themandaloriansdiaries

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The people of Manchester love Christmas, just as much as you do. Ruben makes it his mission to ensure that you get to see every single Christmas display there is to see.

Christmas was your favourite time of the year; the decorations, the lights, the gifts, the holiday spirit.

You found yourself going all out for the two months. Your boyfriend, Ruben, knew as much. He had been gone for a weekend as they had an away game and when he returned, you had turned the house into a winter wonderland.

Ruben had been a bit preoccupied with the matches, and the training and the final push in preparation for the club world cup but now that you were back home in Manchester and you'd have time for the holidays and yourself, your boyfriend had his mind set on spending time with you and only you for the next week before you're off again.

He had told you to get dressed, given you no clues as to where you were going and gotten into the car with you.

"You're seriously not going to tell me where we're going?" You looked over at your boyfriend and the man shook his head, a smile on his face as he drove.

You hummed along to the music, waiting patiently to see what your destination would be. Imagine your surprise when you realize your boyfriend has taken you to see the Christmas light show you had been telling him about all month.

"You didn't!" You looked over at him, a big grin on your face.

Ruben nods, winding down the window to pay the entrance fee. His free hand rests on your thigh as he drives slowly through the path, letting you take it all in.

This one was winter wonderland themed, much like your apartment, it focused on snowflakes, ice and sparkles with all different shades of white and blue.

You reached over, holding his hand as he drove, you took your photos and off you went again. The two of you were off to dinner, Ruben decided to feed you before you became cranky, which despite his sweet gesture, does happen more often than not.

After dinner, you assumed you were headed home but then Ruben turned up a different street, leading down an empty stretch of road.

"It'd be rather tragic for you to kidnap me before Christmas."

Ruben laughs, "I'm not kidnapping you, babe." He turns into the driveway, following it down to the Disney Christmas lights.

"You didn't!" You shouted at him, squeezing his hand. "This one is always booked! How'd you get tickets?"

"Well Phil took the kids and he knows the owner, he pulled some strings." Ruben tells you as he parks.

You get out of the car, holding his hand as you two walk through the park, Ruben lets you pull him around, showing him all the different characters. You took a million photos, Ruben patiently waiting for you to fix your outfits, change your poses as he took your pictures.

The two of you had made the rounds, holding hands as you wandered about now. "What's with all the sudden Christmas spirit, babe? I know you liked Christmas but 2 Christmas activities in one night? A bit odd for you." You laughed.

Ruben shrugged. "We practically live at the Etihad during the season and I figured we should spend some time together, doing something you'd enjoy."

"I do enjoy watching you play, Rubes." You squeezed his hand, smiling.. "But thank you, this was.. perfect." You turn to him, giving him a kiss.

[jester-lover]

Made with Love

Thank you dark-queen75 for requesting!

Request: Hi I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a f!Reader who gifts took a hand made personalized bow and arrows as well as a quiver for his bday like it takes then a couple months to do because of how little time they get from school and the odd jobs from Crowley if that's alright with you.

I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long! This request was fun to write, and as I rarely do Rook, I hope I did his character justice.

CWS/ Fem! Reader, Rook's stalker vibes, but mostly fluff

Rook Hunt could wholeheartedly say he knew little about you. You were a unique young woman to him, capable of surviving in a world so pitted against you, overworked, and underappreciated… 

He was doing his rounds as he always does, peering into the lives of people that intrigued him and lingering around Ramshackle House to catch a brief glimpse of you at work. Most of the time, you were stumbling about, fixing the failing infrastructure, and squabbling with ghosts, but right now you were hunched over a desk, working away at something.

Rook couldn’t get a view of what it was before a ghost rudely shooed him away from the bush he was hiding in.

Soon, he forgot about the little moment. Watching you work hard to find a place in the school, groveling for the most meager wages from the generous headmaster, Rook grew to see you as a symbol of resilience against adversity, something he expressed to you while he stayed with you during the SDC in the form of singing your praises to anyone who would listen.

(Which Ace and Grim teased you mercilessly about.)

Throughout his stay, Rook has gotten closer to you, getting to know what makes you tick, how to stay on your good side, and what you like and dislike. Despite this, he still couldn’t figure out what it was you were doing on that day. You were hunched over your desk, and it gnawed at him.

However, his birthday was soon approaching, and deep down, he hoped to spend some time with you. This wish was sadly not met, as you spent less and less time with him as his birthday grew closer. Rook was distraught; what possible reason would you have to stop seeing him so suddenly?

He went through his birthday thinking about where you could be, not knowing the month-long surprise you had planned.

When you arrived at Rook’s party, he was both shocked and elated to see you with a big box, carefully decorated with a deep amethyst ribbon. You handed it to him timidly, and he understood he had to open it first.

When he did open it, most of the guests had left, and only his few close friends remained. His eyes lit up with joy, and he pulled out the matching bow and quiver you made for him.

Rook thought it was the most beautiful creation he’d ever seen in his life. The quiver was a handcrafted loop of leather, aged and tanned a warm brown, clearly scrap from one of the many renovations at Ramshackle. The bow was made of a similar warm red wood, elegant yet rustic, with a refined curve, carved and oiled by hand.

He looked up at you, tears at the corners of his eyes, and a smile so bright the stars could be jealous. Rook wordlessly motioned for a hug, and you held him tight and close.

He broke into warm thank-yous, holding onto the bow in his hand as he hugged you with the other. Rook quickly picked out his best arrows and placed them in his new quiver.

Now, whenever he uses his new bow and arrow, he can fall apart all over again at the love you put into it just for him.

[m0chisenpai]

strike

˚｡⋆ mike schmidt x black!fem!reader

in which mike finally gets the guts to ask the sweet librarian out. the iconic sunshine x grumpy pairing but its more tooth rotting fluff

Mike finds himself hoping he would see more of Ms.Y/N. He hoped Abby would forget her bag, or book again so he could stumble back into your library and just soak in the warmth of those big brown eyes. And to his luck she forgets a folder, a book, a lunchbox over the span of two weeks.

And each day he comes back into your library he swears he's fallen deeper and deeper.

So here he is, bright and early on a saturday morning, the smell of aftershave fresh in his nose, the curls on top of his head are softer and smell like pine for some odd reason and he's wearing his good pair of blue jeans with a relaxed flannel.

A bundle of flowers sits beside him terribly hidden under his work coat from Abby's prying questions.

"Your gonna ask her out aren't you?" Mike's eyes snap to hers in the mirror.

"And if I was?' Mike grumbles trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

"She said she's never been bowling before" Abby hums looking out the window. And so Mike hums again, when really he hopes and knows that Abby takes that as his thanks.

Abby walks ahead of him as Mike keeps a steady pace behind, wondering if he doesn't look like he's about to vomit or drop. But the sight of you int hat soft worn reading chair calms all his nerves. "Mr.Schmidt! Back again so soon? I think you might get mistaken as staff" you giggle meeting Mike halfway.

"You'd be surprised" Mike huffs watching Abby dive into a bean bag.

"Here" he pulls his arm from behind and feels his pride sweell as you coo and take the bouquet into your arms. "You shouldn't have! Thank you Mike" You reach forward pulling him into a hug and its then he realizes today you smell good. Expensive. Was that a new perfume?

Now that he's looking down at you, he sees that your lips have a little shine, your eyelashes are curlier. You look even more beautiful. And as you walk to your desk with him in tow, you have a gentle, sensual sway to your hips clad in one of those skirts that hug you in just the right areas.

"I was wondering if you had any plans Friday night" Mike finally speaks up rubbing his hands onto his knees to keep them as still as possible.

"Actually I don't! My friends and I were suppose to go out for drinks but mommy duties cut in and they had to cancel."

Luck must be on Mike's side today because your eyes slant and you lean forward to and cup your chin in your hand. "Are you asking me out Mr.Schmidt?"

And Mike leans forward, "I just might be Ms/L/N." And you lay your hand upon his arm.

"Call me Y/N."

Work dragged by for Mike that Friday. But before he knew it he was flying home to shower, shave, fix his hair and pick out an outfit decent enough for a bowling alley. And as soon as Abby's babysitter hit the threshold he booked it to your house.

You lived a few streets over and Mike parked in the drive way of your home jogging to the door. You were beautiful, a black overall dress with a red off the shoulder sweater underneath and matching knee highs to pair. You cradle a small leather bag in the nook of your elbow, covered by the fall chill with a jean jacket that clearly you owned for some years.

"Too much for a bowling date I know" you bashfully giggle.

"No you look beautiful" Mike smiles holding his arm out for you to slip through. He’s a gentlemen opening the door for you to get into the passenger side.

“Now where do you plan on taking me Mr Schmidt?”

“That’s a surprise Ms L/N” he smirks and you let out a silent hum. A silence falls over you and Mike clears his throat.

"Why a librarian?"

"Hm, I was always a book worm but I didn't see myself writing any books of my own. So I though why not work where I find myself most days" you explain now looking to Mike you rest your hand beneath your jaw.

"I know we're away from school, but you truly do n amazing job with Abby."

"I think you're one of the rare few who would think that."

You huff placing a hand on his bicep, "i'm serious. She loves you dearly from the drawings she's always making of the two of you, and she's a kind soul. Clearly she gets that from you."

"Thank you" Mike takes his left hand off the wheel to give your hand a quick squeeze before it returning it to its original spot.

When the neon glow of the alley illuminates, your eyes glow up as well, clutching Mike’s arm. It’s the new place thats opened in town, not just an alley, but an arcade tucked away inside as well. The place is shiny new and you two pay for your shoes and sit down at one of the lanes. Mike quickly ties his shoes, and you struggle slightly, he assumes cause your names must be new and he kneels in front of you.

“Here.” Mike taps his knee and you sigh.

“Mike you don’t have-“

“I insist. I’ve heard breaking one of those hurts bad.” He nods to your short french tips, and you place your foot atop his knee and he quickly laces the left, thenn the right.

“Alright, ready to get demolished?” Mike smirks down at you as you both walk to the lane.

“Don’t get cocky now Mikey, beginners luck might be on my side!” You exclaim picking up the shiny green ball while Mike picks up the darker blue one, he hopes you can’t tell its heavy and he’s struggling to keep hold of it.

“How about a wager then?” You raise a brow, “ winner gets to request anything from the loser?”

You grin rocking side to side. “Anything?” And Mike echoes back the promise. “You got a deal Schmidt!”

The first two rounds you can barely knock down three pins. Mike gets a strike and knocks more than half the pins down. But after he starts letting up. And by some miracle you win by the skin of your teeth.

"HA I told you!" you twirl pointing to the screen displaying you are the winner.

"Yeah, alright. What's your prize?" Mike tilts his head. You hum tapping your pointer finger to your chin as you scan the alley then point.

Its the food station, with fried foods among other sweets displayed on the menu. "I want to share a milkshake with you. With a big cherry on top!"

The night feels magical to Mike, too good to believe as he carries a red tray balancing two cartons of fries and a burger with the comically large milkshake sitting in the middle.

You sit together devouring the alley's greasy treats. With your reward, the shake, sitting between the both of you.

You steal Mike's fries scrunching your nose when he swats your hand playfully, but he lets you eat them. And you lean forward giggling as you two share the shake like some romcom high schoolers. Your hands just barely brushing against one another, your eyes start to glaze and you pull back sharply.

And Mike starts to apologize, thinking he'd misunderstood.

Your hand begin to tremble and its then Mike realizes you aren't even looking at him, its whatever or whoever is behind him that's got you looking like you've seen a ghost.

Mike looks over his shoulder and to his disgust, the arcades got a booth where a bright pink hippo is singing some high pitched song for a kids birthday party. Its jerky movements take him back to the same ones buried in rubble from the previous year.

But Mike can only focus on you now, your having a panic attack. He's seen plenty at his job. So he takes hold of your hands and begins to massage them.

"Hey, you're safe, breath Y/N" he's got sight of your eyes and he holds your gaze as he tries to ground you. "Match my breaths," he breaths in for three, holds then lets go. You do the same.

In and out. In and out.

You do this a few times till your hands relax into Mike's. Embarrassment flashes across your face as you look down to your hands. "I'm so sorry. I just can't stand those...things." you whisper.

"I understand. Mike smiles.

"Really?" You finally look up.

"Yeah, my sister used to be obsessed with them. But it just feels like they're.."

"Watching?" You finish for him and he nods. "Yeah, creepy things." Your nose scrunches again, and Mike can't resist and playfully pokes it making you huff a giggle.

"There you are" he whispers as your smile lights back up. You finish your meal and head back to the car. Some old song plays on the cars radio, your body is turned to Mike. His hand on your knee, your hand atop his.

He drives a bit slower, wanting to enjoy this peace. At one point you lift his hand to your mouth and place a kiss to the back of his hand leaving a glossy red stain and Mikey has to stop the car from swerving.

When he pulls to your home he's reluctant to let go so he can go to your side to open the door and walk you to your front door. The light from your front door illuminates you. The wind tosses your hair a bit. You look too perfect in this moment.

"Thank you for tonight, it was so much fun."

Mike smiles his thumb caressing the back of your hand, "do you think we could do this again? Minus the creepy robots?"

"Of course. Maybe I can beat you at skee ball?" You're leaning closer to Mike and he hums, his eyes closing just when you press your lips to his.

It lasts for a quick moment, a peck that leaves Mike breathless when you pull back.

"Good night Mikey" you whisper opening the door finally letting your hands fall apart. Once your door shuts, the breath Mikey seems to hold releases as does a soft laugh as he walks back to his car.

You truly had him wrapped your little finger.

[buckys-little-belle]

Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 

“You made these?” 

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 

“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.