#lighter x gn!reader

[generalsdiary]

Lighter x gn!reader (drabble)

you take off his sunglasses. flipping them around in your hand. grey, hazy. what a blurry sight through them. all scratched up over the years. or perhaps from the small sand particles and high speeds on his bike. driving through those hollows as he likes to. "I should buy you a new pair." you focus on him now. his green eyes hang low, set on you. long lashes resting softly against his cheeks. messy hair covering his eye and forehead. you brush a strand or two aside. it is dark in his room. a sliver of light providing a dim hue to the room. enough for you to see him, and not too much for him to feel the pain from his old wounds opening up in his eyes.

"eh, I'm used to this pair." Lighter voices in a smooth low voice, tilting his head a bit.

"I can get the same model" you utter and lean in to press a soft kiss next to his lips. Lighter lazily smiles, his arms wrap around your waist tightly and pull you even more on top of him. a soothing feeling fills you as his hand rubs up and down your back, making you relax completely. "mh, you give it a try finding them and I'll try them out" he hums. his hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him again. a familiar flutter in your stomach makes you smile, he is so handsome.

"gorgeous" Lighter smiles and leans in to brush his nose against yours. a familiar chuckle feels his ears. you live for moments like these. for the soft touch of his lips against yours. the scent of his cologne, not as strong, worn out from the day. the smell of clean cotton sheets. he makes life feel good again.

[luminique]

lighter is a loser. idc i said what i said. behind all the cool nicknames and stylish glasses is someone who looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

it’s unfair that he is a fire attribute because he always ends up lighting a little bit of his clothes or hair on fire when he gets flustered by you. something about seeing you smile, excitedly laughing to him about your day, has him pushing his sunglasses up a little more and staring off to the side. the rest of the sons of calydon can CLEARLY see right through him though. they knew the ominous undefeated champion had a soft spot but seeing him loosen his red scarf and clear his throat was when they knew he was head over heels for you.

he doesn’t have the best memory but even he’d remember small details about you. what drink you’d prefer, which sunglasses he wore had you blushing like crazy. his love for you is quiet on the outside but deep down, it’s a blazing fire that cannot be contained.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Little things they do when they are in love

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Wise, Lighter, Haramusa ]

[ Zenzless Zone Zero ]

Some of my favorite boooys ~ i been craving to read ANYTHING with them so i guess it would be better IF I JUST DO IT MYSELF SINCE I DONT FIND WHAT I WANT!!!

Hope you enjoy it, dear reader ~

Wise

Slowly getting involved on what you like. This is his way to share and get more into your life, he keeps mental notes of things you like and whenever he come across a tape about that topic he keeps it to watch it later (if it is a documental it is even better!), and he does it by things like music and TV shows too, he finds himself having your favorite songs in the background as he works or watching some of your favorite TV shows whenever he doesn't know what to watch and just want to relax

Keeping reminders about important things. Wise in an organized guy, he values a lot order so whenever you tell him something important for you he keeps mental notes, and sometimes even keep little notes about things that are important for you, special upcoming events and dates, he have notes in his wall and reminders in his phone (thanks Fairy for that actually)

Treating you like a child. Its not his intention to accidentally offend you or underestimate you but he is a big brother, he is used to her caotic sister so is just almost instictively that whenever you do something reckless or start to goof around his big brother side kicks in and somehow end up being the responsible adult of the relasionship, letting you just be but being aware in case he need to stop you before you injure yourself or something (although, he does end up talking to you as if you were a child)

Sharing interesting stories. Thanks to his work as proxy he had quite some experiences and funny stories, and after having to restart with a new account after being hacked those stories have just increased since he met interesting people, so he is always up to share those stories (without revealing names or concerning details), and whenever he isn't sharing stories about his work as proxy is about a tape he just saw that it was really interesting!

Giving you unexpected gifts. Wise has the costum to surprise you with small gifts, nothing too extravagant nor expensive but there are incredibly meaningful, but at the same time some of them are quite weird and unique, sometimes he gifts you things he have build himself, other times are small things he got back from hollows thanks to Eus (free from corruption) and other times are things he get thanks to his new friends, but no matter from where it comes the gift or what it is it is always given with a lot of love, just hoping it will make you smile

Lighter Lorenz

Remembering important things for you. Lighter doesn't remember much things, specially from the fights after all for him the fighting is not really important, is just his work (unless, of course, is someone who has ill intentions to any of the Sons of Calydon or you), however he does always remember important things for you, you are important for him so he make mental notes of things he sees important to remember for you, and thanks to that he would surprise you more than once with saying something you mentioned some time ago or by gifting you something incredibly meaningful

Shielding you from everything and anything. Lighter isn't the type to underestimate you but he is the type to put himself between you and danger, between the love and adoration he has for you and his past being protective over you is almost an instinct, he is quick to step infront of you when someone is mad at you, even threat anyone who means to actually harm you, but he is also quick to take place at your side to shield you whenever you two are in crowded places or just when you show the slighlest hint of discomfort

Carrying something that reminds him of you. Lighter carries some things on him of the people he lost, and since can be busy at times for long period of times so he always carries something on him that remind him of you too, he makes sure to never lose it nor get damage, specially if it is something you gifted him (if it gets damage because of a fight he will be furious before start feeling incredibly sad when seeing you again)

Letting his guard down whenever you two are together. Lighter is used to be on guard and to don't express much, he used to be almost all the time in fights and now that he is the champion of the Sons of Calydon too, but whenever is just the two of you Lighter find himself relaxing, his shoulders relaxed a bit as a sigh escape his lips with a smile, something that only happens with you

Openly expression love but in indirect ways. Despite his past and intimidating presence Lighter can be quite shy when it comes to romance, he has no problems with accepting his feelings nor admiting them out loud (well, not much problems) still when it comes to romantic and more direct gestures of his feelings like pda are actually dificult for him, he gets quite shy but still he finds way to express how much he loves you, keeping you close, putting an protective arm around you and giving you meaningful gift and things that could express how much he loves you without words

Asaba Haramusa

Patting your head. Haramusa is someone who loves cats, he love pampering them so there are times when for him you just look so adorable that he can't stop himself from patting your head like if you where a kitty, he may be caught of guard if you point it out and may even feel a bit embarrased but it doesn't really bother him, even if you try to tease him about it he will just laugh before turning around the teasing (and if you get flustered he will just think you are even more adorable!)

Staring at you in disbelieve. Harasuma had quite a lot of problem because of his sickness and the doctor that was taking care of him as a child, he was pretty insolate and sometimes feel self-councious because of his condition so there are times where he doze of while staring at you, his mind wandering around the memories he has with you, wondering how he have even been so lucky to have someone so amazing sticking at his side because of pure and sincere love

Always seaking your company. Between how comforting your presence is and how much he loves you Harasuma is constantly seaking for your company and comfort, but he isn't exactly clingy so he does in more subtle ways and is actually greatful for everytime you two get to spend some time just doing nothing special, those are times where he apreciate still being alive and being able to be with you

Expression love in indirect and child-like ways. Haramusa prefers to takes things easy and in a more laid back way, he does love you deeply but getting specially emotional isn't exactly his thing (he doesn't like it much), so he end up doing it in more child-like and innocent ways, by giving you silly compliments like how you are the best pillow or leaning over you whenever he is pretending to be sick to skip work

Keeping you as emergency contact. Haramusa doesn't like much giving more importance than necesary to his sickness, he doesn't like being stopped by it nor spend the time he still has worrying about it, so keeping you as an emergency contact is pretty much a big step, showing that he trust you with his life but at the same time indirectly saying that he trust you won't look down at him nor pity him for his condition

[jays-bookmarks]

Slapping his ass >:3c (ZZZ boys x gn!reader)

It was recently brought to my attention that Harumasa has CAKE underneath that jacket of his 👀 so this idea became a thing..........

Summary: You let the impulsive thoughts win... these are their reactions (ft. Harumasa, Lighter, Lycaon, and Seth). Implied relationship/close friendship. Bulleted hcs. Words: 100 (Harumasa), 116 (Lighter), 117 (Lycaon), 110 (Seth) Warnings: none :3

Harumasa:

Literally yelps and then turns back to you looking SO VIOLATED

Giving you sad wet cat eyes. You slap the Harumasa? You slap him on the butt like the volleyball????? 🥺

When you innocently explain that you just wanted to see his reaction, he gets so dramatic about it

Why would you do that to your dear partner? Don't you know that he's fragile??

But he gets his revenge when you least expect it—i.e. in front of the rest of section 6 (minus Soukaku bc we must spare the innocent baby). You'll never forget that smug smile on his face…

Lighter:

Bro doesn't even flinch. You're not even sure he felt it until he lowered his sunglasses and looked back at you like "oh?"

You don't even have a chance to sheepishly explain yourself before he does it right back to you. Zero hesitation

But he forgets to control his strength and almost leaves a bruise :') Immediately panics and starts apologizing and asking if you're okay

You're fine, but you play it up just to make him squirm. That really hurt, after all >:(

You make him carry you around for the rest of the day to make up for it 😌 he doesn't complain ofc. He loves a chance to show off his strength for you

Lycaon:

Gracefully dodges out of the way

He thought you were trying to touch his tail and was getting ready to explain that, while he isn't opposed to you doing so, he'd like some time to prepare before—

Oh. You wanted to… slap his ass?

He just stares at you without saying anything. You start to get nervous thinking you'd upset him but mans is just buffering

After a moment he coughs into his hand, looking uncharacteristically shy, before saying that as long as the two of you are in a private place, he'd be willing to indulge you

Just pretend that you didn't see his tail wagging as he said that. He'd completely melt from the embarrassment

Seth:

Literal catlike reflexes. Catches your hand and then looks at you like "wtf????"

When you explain what you were trying to do, he only furrows his brow even more

He doesn't get it. Why do you want to slap his ass in the first place? What purpose does it serve?? Do you seriously derive enjoyment from slapping him on the butt??? It doesn't make sense :/

Unfortunately he will not give in to your puppy dog eyes no matter how much you beg :(

If by some miracle you get him to agree to let you do it, he'd just stand there and have absolutely zero reaction. Very disappointing 😔

[r0-boat]

Lighter finger f*cks you

That's it That's the post

Gn!reader with a pussy

Sir what do those fingers do RAAAAA

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

"mmm, Fuuuuck," Lighter moans, his fingers deep inside your quivering cunt, watching his pussy drool all over his palm getting his fingers nice and sticky.

"You hear that, babe?" Lighter purrs, His husky voice making you tighten around his fingers as his punishing pace begins to slow into such hard slaps with enough force to shake you

*Shlorp!*

*Shlorp!*

"My needy pussy call'n my name?" Lighter curls, his fingers speeding up again, hitting that sweet spot inside you, making your toes curl, and your legs shake and buckle.

*Squish!**Squish!**Squish!*

"My favorite sound..." His fingers begin to speed back up as his other hand slides into his unbuckled pants to palm his bulge. His callused rough fingers, scarred hand from years of fighting battering against your entrance. Your eyes were glued to his. The way his bicep and forearm flexed with each thrust.

Lighter was all too aware, giving you a cocky smirk. "Eyes up here, sweetheart, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." You're swore you saw his pants slip down just enough to have his hands stroking his shaft below his wet boxers.

"I want you to look at me when you cum." Lighters demands, his breath shaking as he leans against you using your part and legs as unstable leverage as he tries so hard to keep battering your cunt as deep as his expert fingers can reach, all the while stroking his throbbing caught faster to reach his climax with you.

As much as Lighter wants to put it in you, He can't bear to have his finger slide out of your tight walls. Not when this pussy is so warm and needy for him.

"So tight! I know you're close, you insatiable thing. Come on, Cum on my fingers."

Seeming to change his mind, his hand slips out of his pants, giving him the stability he needs to focus solely on chasing your orgasm. His curling fingers with the palm of his hand slapping against your clit. It was all too much. And he was there to milk your orgasm of every last drop with his unwavering speed.

"Ooh~! That's right, sweetheart! Coat these fingers with how much you love me!"

When the powerful waves of your orgasm finally subside, Lighter crashes his lips onto you, a hot, feverish kiss, His tongue parting our lips to taste you. You could taste yourself on his tongue. "Your 'love' always tastes so good."He mutters as it goes in for another kiss on your neck. "are you okay? Did you like it?"

You answer him with a sheepish nod. You feel him smile against your skin before pulling away from you and standing up to admire his work fully. But you notice a hungry look still in his eyes.

"'m glad, babe, but I'm not done..." Lighter growls His other hand the only one that still has his glove pulling out his still erect cock giving it a few strokes.

Turns out Light is just as insatiable as you are.

[bunni-v1]

I've been obsessed w Lighter's hands since that part of his trailer where he does tricks with his lighter, like those precise gorgeous long fingers mmmff

n he's a show off and loves having ur attention on him, so u know he's gonna be a menace as soon as he realises how much u like his hands. he's taking his gloves off in public and twirling that lighter around just to tease u bc u can't help but stare and he knows exactly what ur imagining those fingers doing to u

I sleuthed around your blog (because I’m a freak) and realized that your writing and little blurbs about Lighter literally saved my life when he was first released. It was like you and one other person writing shit for him, so first I must thank u for your contribution and saving my life.

Secondlyyyy, hell fucking yeah you’re so fucking right 😭 That trailer literally had me weak in the knees. My boyfriend was so sick of me because it was all I could talk about. But like, he was so fucking good with his fingers — flipping a lighter around like that??? Hello sir???? Dear god put them in me.

Thirdly show off Lighter is literally my favorite brand of Lighter. He’s a surprisingly humble guy for the most part, except when it comes to things of pride. He definitely knows that he’s good with his fingers, even before the first time he made you cum all over them, but the second he realizes how badly you’ve got it over his hands? Fuck, good luck man, he’s gonna be insufferable.

It’s not just flipping around his Lighter with such careful precision, or pulling his gloves off at random times just to watch you drool over them. It’s him running his fingers just so along the rim of his glass. Enough to be inconspicuous to others, but you recognize the motions he’s making as the same ones he did inside you last night.

It’s him running them along your shoulders, or grazing your lower back just enough that you shiver. Or him sliding them gracefully along your thigh under the table while your friends chat away, completely oblivious to how he’s inching closer and closer to your throbbing pussy every second.

It’s the way his hand completely engulfs your hip when he presses you into his side. How they’re literally able to cover the entirety of your stomach just by spreading out his fingers. Ughhhhhhhhh.

The power he holds over you is literally addictive sometimes. And yeah, it definitely goes to his head, but can you blame him? As obsessed as you are with your hands he’s at least ten times more obsessed with you, so I think we can give him a pass~

[yan-randomfandom]

I've been reading the fanart. You have a natural talent for creating a more distinctive personality for the Saja Boys from the bits and pieces they gave us in the movie!

Ever since that fanart where the Saja sneaked into the reader's room, I couldn't stop imagining what they would be like sleeping alone with her, as if every day of the week except the weekends they will take turns sleeping with the reader or something like that.

And again, I love your writing. I hope you like the idea. Have a nice day!!!

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; anon thank you so much heheh!!! this one isn't too accurate to your idea, but i love it and i hope it's still okay!

summary; physical touch with the boys and why they wanna go to your bedroom :))) (touch starved. written separately but they all live in the same housing)

warnings; stalking (watching you sleep), body curious, touching w no permission, nothing sexual tho!

— 🍃 [Monday]

Here's the thing, guys. The boys don't actually need sleep. They're demons. Sleep isn't something their bodies need—instead it's something they want. They are still aware and can feel through touch, which is exactly why they'd prefer to sleep with you.

You're warm, so alive, and they don't know it yet.

Surprisingly enough, Jinu is the first one to knock on your door.

"Jinu?" you drawl, voice laced with sleep. He stands awkwardly by the doorway, patiently waiting for you to process what's happening. Glancing idly at your sleepwear and dimlit room.

You yawn, widening the door. "What's up? Need something?" You pause, raising a lazy accusing finger. "Wait. You're not here to suck my blood, are you—?!"

"What? No!" Jinu gasps, almost offended. You sigh out of relief anyway.

"...We're not interested in physical bodies. Anyway, uh, sorry for waking you up. I just need to see how our socials are going," he explains as he steps into your room. "You can power your computer and go back to sleep."

As soon as you heard the word 'social', you were already turning it on. "'kay, buddy. You sure you don't need help, though? I know I taught you a bit but I understand it can get confusing—"

"No, no," Jinu huffs, denial flooding his form. "I can do it."

"You remember how to turn it off?"

"Yes. Don't worry."

Then you fall asleep next to him, your body slightly pressing against his. His eyes slowly drift away from the glow of the computer screen to your sleeping form. He stares for a moment.

Soft, warm. It reminds him of the past on how he couldn't sleep with his own fam—

Jinu pulls the computer plug off and teleports away.

—💐 [Tuesday]

Baby made you piggyback him. A lot. It was sort of your fault.

You saw the Saja Boys taking turns carrying him—it was a pretty funny ordeal. Then you jokingly offered to piggyback him to see what the hype was about.

He accepted it all too eagerly. As soon as his full weight falls on you, you're genuinely surprised at how light he is. It's probably equivalent to a box full of volleyballs.

"You're lighter than I thought," you say, adjusting your arms behind his legs.

Baby suddenly lets his head rest on yours. "Why are you so..." Warm. He buries himself into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

"Why am I so what?" you ask, turning your head, only achieving to tickle him more.

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the day.

And by extension, night.

You tried to complain at first. "Didn't we agree to—"

"Just this once, please?"

You folded.

He snuggles all comfortable within your arms, acting as the little spoon, greedily content in your warmth and breathing.

But then you wake up with his mouth on your skin. He wasn't biting, sucking, or anything. It was just.... there.

Still, though, you assumed the worst.

"I thought you said demons don't suck blood, Jinu!?!"

"We don't!!?!"

—🪷 [Wednesday]

Abby wanted you to touch his abs for some mysterious reason. Yapping about how "no one else will have this chance," or "you might not live long enough to feel it!" and "I actually haven't let anyone touch my artificial abs yet" — it was really weird, but you shrugged it off and agreed anyway.

Like hell yeah. Sure, why not?

So he unbuttons his shirt, all giddy, and watches as you reach for his skin.

You make contact with his abs. Caressing it gently, it feels normal in texture — but you suppose it's a little too cold. The fact didn't totally sound weird at the time.

Looking up, you flinch at Abby's expression. You thought he'd be smiling, like he was the whole time, but he looks so serious that it's actually concerning. He's not looking at you; his eyes were down and fixated on your hand.

You notice, pulling your hand away from him, and snapping your fingers. "You okay?"

He blinks. "Uh."

Later that night, Abby welcomes himself into your room.

He stares at you from the corner. From the center. From the edge of your bedframe. On your bed.

Sometimes, he'd gently let his hands roam over your exposed skin. Mostly your warm hands. And your warm face.

You wake up to find his face in front of you.

Screaming, you unintentionally kick him in the abs.

"Ow, my perfectly crafted abs!"

— 🪻 [Thursday]

Mystery almost lost it when you pat his head.

You did it voluntarily. It's a nice, comforting feeling as you pat his shoulder, his arm, and his cheek. He utterly melts under your casual touches without a single word.

He loves it. You leave him demanding for more. So, Mystery decides to linger around you like a guard dog. Who hopes to be spoiled, who wishes to be held.

But, then, night comes.

"You're not exactly allowed in my room," you say, only to pause when he straight up whimpers.

... You folded. With a sigh, you step away from the door and give him space to walk in.

He happily skips into your room, flopping face-first on your bed. You stare at him for a moment, thinking about how despite them not being human — they really love to rest.

You lie down, feeling Mystery move around under your blanket, closing your eyes when he finds himself comfortable against your chest.

Your chest rising and falling with every breath—Mystery simply can't help but feel envious.

— 🌺 [Friday]

Romance is confused.

There's a buzz between his band members — apparently, they visited your bedroom? Didn't they agree to avoid that specific place in this house?

He doesn't realize he's been staring blankly at nowhere. Reality hits him hard when something gentle touches his hair.

"Might wanna style your hair again, Rome," you chuckle, brushing his hair with your fingers. He shivers when your skin grazes his forehead. "You got the bed head. Though I guess you just snap your fingers and it'd be all okay."

You leave right after that, but Romance keeps staring at the last place he saw your figure, his fingers fidgeting with the hair you just touched.

Okay. He gets it now.

Next day, you woke up with him hovering over your head.

You suddenly grab his shoulders, push him back against your bed, breathing heavy from the shock. The bed sinks under both your weight.

Romance stares immensely up at you.

"You guys," you breath, "will be the death of me."

He smirks. "I can only imagine."

— krazy

[starmaidengarden]

Hello !!

May i request a fic with Jade, Leona, and Floyd where the reader is scared of them and often hides behind someone else when meeting them? Totally not bc i was scared of them back then lmao

Thank you, have a nice day!

—Jade : Leona : Floyd x gn!reader. no cw/tw. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took so long!! but I hope you like it!!

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

At first, Jade finds your fear of him amusing in that quiet, unnerving way he does everything. You hide behind Ace or Deuce every time he appears, and he never misses the chance to smile just a little too pleasantly and say, “Oh? Hiding again? How cruel—I was simply going to say hello.”

He doesn’t get offended. In fact, he’s curious—what was it that made you fear him so much? His gaze? The rumors? His eel nature? He never directly asks, but you get the sense that he already knows.

He starts appearing more often in places you frequent, acting completely harmless, but always with an aura of something off—like he’s trying to prove you right and wrong at the same time.

Over time, he begins to soften his demeanor—his smile becomes a little warmer, his words a bit less cryptic. He’ll still tease, but in smaller, lighter doses. Eventually, if you begin to peek out from behind your “shield” when he’s around, he’ll notice immediately. One day, when you don’t hide fast enough, he’ll gently lean down and whisper with a soft smirk, “I must be doing something right.”

If you start talking to him on your own, expect him to treat it like a delicate animal approaching for the first time. “You’re growing used to my presence. I’m honored.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona’s used to people fearing him, but it irritates him when it’s you. He doesn’t understand why you flinch when he walks in or physically hides behind someone else.

At first, he glares and says things like, “Tch. What, I look like I’m gonna bite?” He’s gruff and dismissive, not realizing that his aggression is part of why you’re scared.

Ruggie ends up being your main shield, standing between you and Leona. He always mutters about it—“Babysitting now, Ruggie?”

Eventually, Leona grows restless. Your fear gnaws at his pride. He doesn’t want to be liked, necessarily, but being feared by someone like you—a harmless little mouse who flinches at his voice—annoys him more than he wants to admit.

So he changes tactics. Instead of barking or intimidating, he tries ignoring you completely, hoping you’ll calm down if he acts indifferent. It works better than he expects. You stop hiding as fast. You relax a little when he’s around.

Eventually, one day he catches you not hiding behind anyone. He makes eye contact, raises an eyebrow, and says dryly, “Look at that. Thought you’d pass out if I looked at you too long. You’re getting bolder.”

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

You hiding from Floyd is like putting gasoline on fire. He finds your reactions hilarious and entertaining from day one.

“Shrimpyyyyy~ why are you hiding again? That’s so boring! C’mon, come out! I wanna squeeze you!” Cue you burying yourself behind anyone nearby.

Floyd’s unpredictable behavior makes it worse. Sometimes he’s giggling. Sometimes he’s staring blankly with wide eyes. Sometimes he drops his voice and gets way too close to your ear just to make you yelp and run.

But beneath the chaos, Floyd’s not trying to be cruel. He’s trying to get a reaction—he thinks your fear is exciting, and in a weird way, it makes you memorable to him.

The more you hide, the more he’s like a cat stalking a laser pointer. But over time, if he sees you genuinely trembling or distressed, the fun drops from his face. “...Not fun when you’re actually scared.”

He starts adjusting. He’ll approach more casually, sometimes even dragging Jade along so you feel “safer” by comparison. He'll offer little things in an oddly sweet way—like a trinket he found or food you like. “For Shrimpy. Don’t scream.”

If you ever thank him, grins wide, and says, “Awww, you’re warming up to me! This is so much better~”

Floyd doesn’t really know how to tone himself down properly, but when you begin to open up just a little, he becomes more affectionate and playful rather than scary. He’ll guard you from others who freak you out—even if it’s something minor. “Only I get to scare Shrimpy.”

[hunnieknight]

Mama Cat Carry (Art Only)

Xilonen being the 'fun' parent while you fuss over how leopard cats care for their young

Xilonen x Gn!Reader, domestic, baby copy paste of Xilonen for ambiguity

A/N: I didn't intend to make Xilonen brighter, the pen/style of color i used makes everything lighter, i only put small bits of color as to make difference from the paper ass white reader. If you see my past arts, i almost never color skin.

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[vinnyvamppp]

Two and a Half Graysons

Note: Trust and believe I'm using that horny ass line you ended with as a plot device too. LMFAO. @hhoneylemon

Synopsis: You're not officially a parent, but you might as well be. You're not officially married, but everyone seems to think you are. Between shirtless mornings, grocery store tension, and baby carrier missions, the line between “dating Mark” and “co-raising a purple alien infant with Mark” gets blurrier by the day. But it’s fine. You’re emotionally stable. Probably.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension (NO SMUT), Coping With Parenthood, Mild Swearing, Off-screen Canon-level Violence, Found Family & Co-parenting, fluff galour. (Original Request Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vinnyvamppp/783842276548952064/i-have-a-vision-ive-been-thinking-about-when) PART 2 HERE

Mark Grayson (+ Baby Oliver!) x GN!Reader

WC: 1.2k (so cute)

Mark doesn’t ask you to move in. He just starts making space, a shelf here, a drawer cleared there. By the time Oliver starts teething, you’re already brushing your teeth in his bathroom every morning and waking up with a foot in your ribs that definitely doesn’t belong to Mark.

You weren’t expecting him to drop out. No one was. Debbie had offered to help, of course—offered like it was the easiest thing in the world to raise a baby that wasn’t hers, born from a man who had already broken the whole family once. And Mark had just said: “I can’t ask her to do this. He’s my responsibility, my… brother.”

Then he’d looked at you. Like he was bracing for something. For the inevitable pulling away. The “I’m not ready for this” talk. But you’d just nodded. Said: “Okay. We’ll figure it out.” We. His shoulder slumped with a sigh of relief. And that’s how it starts.

It’s not glamorous. Mark’s working two jobs between diaper runs. You’re picking up shifts, catching Oliver when he won’t stop crying, and Mark looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. Some nights, the exhaustion settles over the house like fog, thick and still. Then there’s moments where Oliver laughs or falls asleep on your chest like he knows exactly where he belongs. And everything feels lighter—softer, just right.

Mark negotiated with Cecil… Kind of—out of desperation, moreover. After bringing Oliver back, Mark tried to keep up with college, parenting, and being Earth's part-time savior. It lasted about two weeks. He was late to a Kaiju fight because Oliver had a fever. Left a lab evacuation halfway through to pick him up from your job because the sitter bailed. Cecil nearly had a stroke when Mark fought a teleporting assassin with baby wipes in his pocket.

“I can’t do this full-time. He’s a baby. He’s my responsibility. I’m not leaving him with my mom again and I’m not dragging him into a war zone unless the world’s literally ending.”

Cecil—being a professional manipulator and also somehow slightly terrified of Oliver’s explosive bowel habits, reluctantly agreed. Now, Mark handles non-lethal, low-stakes missions like alien negotiations and minor emergencies.

He takes himself off the active-duty roster unless it’s a Level Red situation, and Cecil sends backup or Eve when something big hits. Mark still trains—still reports in, but often while bouncing a baby on his chest or feeding him yogurt off-camera. So what happens day to day? He flashes by your job to drop off Oliver. Literally, he’ll appear mid-conversation, hair a mess, onesie on backward.

“Hey babe, sorry—can you watch him for like two hours? There's a tidal wave hitting France. Be back by lunch. Probably.” Kisses you mid-chaos, and vanishes in a loud boom. Sometimes he leaves you with a half-full bottle and a sticky pacifier and expects you to just vibe.

If that isn't an option, he wears a baby carrier during missions. Look, not for the big ones. But if the threat is “giant sewer rat” or “angry alien ambassador who doesn’t understand doors,” Oliver is strapped to his chest like a tiny judgmental but giggly backpack with earmuffs. You even designed him a superhero onesie that says, "Invinci-baby," and yes—he wears it at every outing.

“You’re bringing a baby?”

“He likes the wind.”

“He’s drooling on your comm.”

“He’s observing diplomacy.”

Cecil threatens to fire him weekly. Debbie sighs deeply every time she sees the footage on GDA security—just to check in when needing Cecil to make sense of this. All the while watching Doc Seismic scream “IS THAT A CHILD?!” mid-monologue. Today, you didn’t realize how dangerous this grocery trip is going to be until Mark lifts the baby carrier with one arm like it’s nothing. He’s Invincible—what did you expect? His gray t-shirt rides up just enough to make your soul flicker out of your body like a dying TV screen. Focus on the produce section. Innocent terrain, right? You grab a head of lettuce. You do not look at the way Mark bounces Oliver gently while scanning for cereal. You are a good person, a person with restraint. He’s doing that thing again—being effortlessly domestic. Like, hot dad energy turned up to eleven. Every time he reads a nutrition label or wipes drool off Oliver’s chin, your brain short-circuits a little more.

You used to flirt shamelessly. Make out in supply closets, pull him into his room by the collar. But now? Now you’re in aisle six, arguing about formula brands, and trying not to climb him in front of a shelf of canned peas.

“I think we should get the oatmeal-based one,” Mark says, turning towards you. And there it is: that low voice, as he leaned in slightly. The focus with that soft-eyed, fully attentive attitude. You blink at him, trying to play it cool as you bite your tongue. “Whatever keeps his poop neutral. I'm not reliving last week.” Mark gave a crooked grin, brow raised, his shoulder hitching, “The explosion?”

“Don’t—” you groan, covering Oliver’s ear. “Don’t traumatize him again. We had to hose down the high chair, Mark.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips. He laughs under his breath and sets the formula in the cart. You watch the muscles in his forearm flex as he pushes it forward. You’re sweating now—It’s winter. “Why do you look tense?” he asks. You gesture around helplessly. “Because this is basically foreplay, and there’s a baby in the cart.”

Mark chokes on a laugh, reaching instinctively to cover Oliver’s ears. “You can’t say stuff like that while I’m holding our son.” You freeze. “Our son?” His eyes widen a little. The cart keeps rolling. The baby stares up at the ceiling fan, utterly indifferent to the life-changing moment. “…I mean,” Mark starts, fumbling now, “he’s not yours, but like—well, he kind of—”

“Mark.” You step in close, dropping your voice. “If you keep talking in that voice and calling him our son, I swear to God, I will embarrass us in this store.” Mark’s eyes flick to your mouth, then back to Oliver. His jaw flexes with blotches of pink creeping up his neck. “I hate that we can’t do anything about this.” You both stare at each other for a second too long. Then Oliver lets out a dramatic sneeze that breaks the tension like a rock through a window. You sigh. “We’re in hell.” Mark leans over and kisses your temple. “At least we’re in hell together.” You glance at the shopping list and mutter, “Add wine.” He stares at you in bewildered silence— “For Ms. Grayson.”

You find yourself thinking about stupid things. Like the taste of oatmeal lingering on your tongue. Like whether you’ll need a bigger place. Like whose last name Oliver will have. Like if Mark knows he hums when he’s rocking the baby to sleep, tuneless and low, and how your whole chest aches every time you hear it. You’d marry him. That thought hits you while Mark is on the floor of the living room, one sock on, hair a mess, cooing nonsense while Oliver grabs at his nose. You’d marry him tomorrow. Or bend him or let him bend you over the desk right now. Whichever happens first.

You’ve seen this man explode aliens. Why is him wearing low-slung sweatpants more threatening to your mental health than intergalactic war? But you don’t tell him that. You just hand him the bottle, brush your fingers against his, and whisper, “You’re doing okay.” Mark looks up at you—tired and worn down, but smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A/N: Literally kicking my feet as I write this, I will forever love your big, beautiful brain. Hopefully, this was decent, my friend. :)

Part 2: Our Son, Apparently

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[earthtooz]

lighter x gn!mechanic!reader, 1k wc lighter is down bad for reader. like. DOWN BAD, lots of cute banter, pining from both.

Whenever you visit Blazewood, the Sons of Calydon mark it as a significant day in their metaphorical calender.

You’re their precious mechanic, the one who ensures all of their bikes and engines are running smooth for any operations (read: trouble) they get themselves into. Having been long-term friends with Caesar, you make the effort of travelling from Sixth Street to the outskirts of New Eridu every few weeks. Granted, for how many times you’ve travelled between the two places, you’ve grown rather close to the tight-knit biker gang, so it's an exciting time for all.

However, the reason it’s marked down is because they know it’s a special occasion where they can all tease a certain, aloof boxer a bit more than usual.

“Y/n!” Burnice’s voice cuts through the bustling atmosphere of Cheesetopia, capturing everyone’s attention as you walk through the door of the diner.

They all wave you over the booth they sat in, Burnice and Luci shuffling over so you can sit down with them. You don’t see the way Caesar nudges Lighter as you settle down opposite him. 

“How was your trip?” Caesar asks. 

“Good, a little tired though,” your yawn is perfectly timed. “My limbs still feel stiff.” 

“Oh no! Do you need a little rest?”

“No need, I wanna get started working as soon as possible, I'm itching to tinker some engines."

The dark-haired across from you chuckles, adjusting his sunglasses to sit higher on his nose bridge. “There’s the Y/n we all know. If you need a little help, let me know, I’m happy to lend a hand.” 

The group giggles between themselves.

“Thanks, Lighter!” 

The giggles intensify when Lighter’s ears flush red at the tips. 

This is why your visits are a marked occurrence: because the rare blush and nervous appearance that overtakes his normally cool and collected character is incredibly entertaining, and watching him bumbling about around you is a hard opportunity to come by. All Lighter can do is admit defeat and be susceptible to all the teasing that’s sent his way, because he might as well accept it.

He’ll turn a blind eye to the blonde heads popping around the garage every so often as he helps you out in the garage as long as it means they leave the both of you alone. He’ll ignore the giggles of the girls as they listen in on the quiet conversation exchanged between you both in the dim lighting of the dreary space.

“Any biker gang fights happen recently?” You ask whilst observing the rear wheel.

“Nah,” Lighter grunts, “just a few challenges here and there.”

You extend your hand out to him. “Spanner, please.” He places the tool comfortably in your hands and you resume working. “A few challenges? Did you win?”

“‘course. Wouldn’t be a good champion if I lost.”

“Sounds easy in theory,” you murmur, peeking around the bike. “I bet you don’t even know the names of the gangs you won against.”

His silence is the only answer you need and you sneak a smug glance at him. You look away before you could notice the red blush creeping up his neck. “So what if I don’t? I won against them, ain’t that all that matters?”

“Sure. Guess your memory gets knocked out of you after a couple fights.” You giggle at your own joke.

“C'mon, quit teasin’ me.”

“Sorry, just can’t help it when it took you almost five months to remember my name.” It’s light-hearted, he can hear the smile in your voice. 

“Gosh, you just don’t know how to let things go,” he counters, a smile of his own developing.

“Nah, it’s just fun to tease you.” Then, you stand up with a grunt, looking at your handiwork closely one last time before making your way to your workbench. “Besides, it’s not everyday I get to interact with a cool guy like you.”

Lighter’s heart skips a beat in his chest before jumping against his ribcage. “You think I’m cool?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You ask. “You’re the cool guy who cares about everyone, and that’s a good thing. I like that about you.”

Oh, you’re gonna kill him. He’s not gonna make it out of the garage if you continue this onslaught of compliments. He doesn’t really want you to stop either, wants you to say something that really shows how you feel about him, like how you think he’s handsome, or that he’s admirable, or better yet, that you like him as well.

‘I like that about you’, ‘I like … you’, yeah. That’s also good enough for now. 

Instead, you fall silent as you rearrange all your tools, locking the box that cuts through the tense atmosphere with a ‘click’. 

“Well, I’m beat,” you huff, stretching your arms over your head, “my back hurts and I’m hungry.” 

“You’ve been working real hard, let me treat you to dinner.”

“Really?” 

“Really.” 

A few minutes later, you end up at the Fuel Truck, enjoying some food together and continuing your conversation in the cool, breezy night of Blazewood. It’s easy being with you, effortless, doesn’t really burn through his energy like some other social interactions do, and Lighter can’t help but feel like this is how it’s meant to be. Sharing stories, talking about the important and mundane alike, he doesn’t know when you became more than the cute mechanic Caesar was good friends with, but he’s glad he finally got your name down on the sixth time of trying. 

He tucks a strand of stray hair away from your face before you can get it in your mouth, and the grin you give him almost paralyses him. 

Plates are emptied, drinks finished, and dessert is done, but you’re still talking into the late of the night, until the employees need to wipe down the bar and call it a day. All good things come to an end, and Lighter wishes you could stay with the Sons of Calydon for longer than just a few days, but you have your own business in Sixth Street, so he monopolises your time whenever he can.

Which is how he ends up walking you to your motel, letting the long day draw to a close.

“Thank you for dinner, Lighter, today was fun.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and full. “No problem, it’s my pleasure.”

“Come back tomorrow, yeah? Swing by the garage anytime you want.”

“Anytime?” The biker rubs his chin. “Careful with your generosity, I might end up annoying you.”

“I doubt it.”

“And if I overstay my welcome?” 

“Then apologise by keeping me company.”

You shoot him a wink before going up the stairs of the motel, quickly disappearing from his sight as he laughs to no one in particular. He lightly punches his chest, as if trying to tell his hammering heart to calm down. 

Yeah. You really are trying to kill him. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2025, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[generalsdiary]

would anyone be interested in a tattoo artist (side job) lighter who also plays guitar and is full boyfailure, lowkey a simp for reader, with memory issues which makes him clumsy at recalling details but he tries his best?

[luminique]

lighter sometimes believes its boring to hang around him. aside from the occasional bike rides and watching him fight, it’s quite common for you two to just meet at a certain spot and talk while catching the breeze together.

it’s not something he’d say out loud to you. he fidgets with his hands, tug on his scarf, play with his sunglasses, little signs that show his increasing worry that you’re getting bored of this. bored of him.

let’s be honest. who brings their significant other to the port just to buy fries and feed the seagulls?? it’s already part of his routine but bringing you along had him feel a little more embarrassed as he hesitantly ate a fry. he watched you wait for a seagulls to land on your shoulder, holding out your fries to them as an offering. it was a first for you and you didn’t seem uncomfortable with the idea.

the seagulls had all flocked over to lighter, maybe it was true that he made some sort of secret promise so they recognized him. the sun began to set and the fries were getting soggy. behind those sunglasses, he was genuinely panicking as to whether this was even a good idea in the first place.

“guess they like you more than me,” you joked as you both munched on the fries. the oiliness coated his tongue, leaving an unpleasant taste in his mouth. maybe he could fix it somehow with a movie or late night star gazing or-

“it’s fun. as long as i’m with you.” his head turned over to you, a little stunned at your words. were you some sort of mind reader? was he thinking out loud? was his expression really that expressive because he could’ve sworn that he was trying his best to be cool and nonchalant. you took his hand in yours, the leather glove feeling a little too tight now around his fingers.

maybe you were right. other couples might not find feeding seagulls fun but as long as he was with you. as long as you were together, it wouldn’t be so boring and mundane after all.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Short-tempered S/O always gets in fights

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Akihiko, Jing Yuan, Dunban, Lighter ]

[ Persona 3 ] [ Honkai Star Rail ] [ Zenzless Zone Zero ] [ Xenoblade Chronicles ]

Hehehe ~ some of my favorite boooys with a caotic s/o (one of my favorite prompts) im definetly up for it!!

Akihiko Sanada

Akihiko is an incredibly caring boyfriend, he will never dare to underestimate you but he wants to be able to protect you because of how important you are for him, is just something that he feels like he should do and your short-temperament it keeps him a bit alert

Akihiko loves you for who you are, he respects you a lot and he wants to be supportive but your short-temperament it does trouble him a bit, is just that he doesn't like seeing you constantly in a bad mood or getting angry at others, it something that won't be good for your health for the level of stress you will be in and that just makes him feel uneasy, he wants to be of help for you and will try to lead you to learn diferent and more healthy ways to deal with your emotions

Akihiko doesn't want to stop you nor scold you for getting easily mad at others but he does tries to teach you (and probably just end up learning with you) ways to handle your anger in a better way, although, his first attempt to help you is offering you to take out that frustration while training with him (wich can actually help)

Akihiko loves you so much, he wants to protect you so, even if it may not be the most rational thing to do, whenever you get mad at someone else he makes sure to stay at your side while trying to stop things to escalate, you will be his priority so he will be hearing your side of the story first (and if the other person has offended you in purpose then he will get in the argument too)

Akihiko gets in fights out of Tartarus just because other people bother him and push him to do so, he prefers to avoid unecesary fights but he won't doubt on getting in a fight to defend you or someone else, even so he doesn't like when is you who gets in fights, being protective over you is almost an instinct for Akihiko so he rather get in a fight himself than letting you fight, so most of the time he tries to stop you or convince you while treating your wounds

He really prefers if you don't get in fights but if he can't convince you then he will try to keep you out of troubles and make sure you know how to defend yourself (and just use your strenght in self defense!), still the more you get in fights the more he tends clings to your side, worried about your safety and even stepping in front of you before the battle starts (altought, most of the time is to fight in your behalf)

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is an incredibly loving boyfriend, he can be lazy and most of the time he come up with excuses of why you two should lay down and nap instead of taking care of what it has to be done but he actually puts a lot of atention to you, he may constantly fall sleep but he is always aware of how are you doing and even of what you like (managing to always surprise you with things you really like or wanted)

Jing Yuan has fallen in love with you because of who you are, including your short-temperament. He actually finds it odly charming in its own way and is something that will always bring a smile to his lips, he knows he shouldn't encorauge you to keep picking fights all the time but he can't help but laugh under his breath whenever you tell him about the most recently fight you were in, about how some idiot made you angry and you had no other option than fight

Although, you are someone too important for Jing Yuan, so as much as he finds it funny he will already be taking care of you, he likes to personally tend your wounds as you rant about what happened because he wants to make sure is nothing to be concern about, he subtly analize your side of the story and your wounds to make sure this isn't an actual and personal attack towards you or that you weren't overeaction and risking getting serious but unnecesary problems

As long as the problem doesn't scale to an actual serious problem where there would be too serious concecuences he would let you deal with things the way you want, still whenever is the two of you he will slowly teach you to relax and handle your short-temperament, inviting you to relax at his side or indirectly suggesting other ways to take out your frustrations, after all he doesn't want one day to recive the news that you got seriously hurt or worst, that he have lost you

Still, as much as it amuses him and wants to let you be if he has to step in the problem as the General of the Xianzhou Loufu then he will do it, he actually reprimend you with a serious expression if need it just to tease you and ask what happened with the same amused smile of always when you two are finally alone, apologizing only if he thinks he had exaggersted a bit for the sake of solving the problem while also gently warning you to be more careful next time

Dunban

Dunban is incredibly caring and loving, he will not cross the line to be overprotective and underestimate you but he would always be there in case you need support and won't even doubt on defending you and your honor, still he prefer to don't get in unecesary fights

Dunban has fallen in love with you for who you are, he is the type to get close to you and know you for a while before developing romantic feelings, so of course he knows about your short-temperament and it worries him a bit because of the stress it puts you in

Even before getting in a relasionship Dunban has been trying to help you handle in a better (and healtier) way your feelings, at least to don't snap against others and get in too much troubles, even so whenever you get mad he doesn't mind staying at your side and rant about whatever have made you angry (he rather have that than getting you in fights honestly), although he may not take it too serious when you get mad for small simple things, he respects you but he can't help but laugh some times (he laughs with you, not at you), still if he notices that there is someone bothering you in purpose the he will take it more serious

Dunban is always trying to get you out of unecesary fights as much as he can, he tries to intervene and drag you away (or, if necesary, tell the other person to please leave you alone) before things escalate into an actual fight, he is constantly exasperated by how reckless you can be but that doesn't mean he don't valid your feelings, he just wishes you avoid getting in troubles and hurt

Even so, as much as he prefers to avoid fights if he can't convince you to don't get in a fight he will just let you be (as long as it doesn't cause big problems), still he will scold you after while treating your wounds, but if you need help he won't hesitant on stepping in to stop the fight

Lighter Lorenz

Lighter is someone incredibly caring and protective, he would never underestimate you but it is because of that love that he will always being looking after you, besides he is the champion of the Sons of Calydon, he would step in the battle to protect you without a doubt anywere at any time

Lighter have fallen with you for who you are so your short-temperament doesn't really bother him, if something he makes sure to pay attention whenever you get mad over something just in case someone had intentionally made you mad or even if someone is actually against you

After a while Lighter will just kinda get used to your temperament and will let you rant all you want, he doesn't mind staying at your side and just listening to you vent but he won't really say much, even if you aks him something it will take him by surprise, he may seem like he isn't paying much attention but he is, he just don't see a point on him getting angry too or even start a fight (not that he judge you)

However, it does bother him a bit that you constantly get in fights, as long as you don't end up initiating an inecesary rivality between gangs he doesn't mind much that you want to solve things in your own way but he hates seeing you get hurt, he wants to protect you and keep you safe but that is dificult when you willingly end up getting in fights

He will try to talk you out of this bad habit (he won't push much, he makes a living out of fighting so he would feel a bit hypocrite if he inisist too much) but if he can't convince you he will simply accept it and will make sure that you at least know how to properly defend yourself, to be quick and eficient so you don't get injured and that you don't end up winning dangerous enemies or causing problems to others

He would hate if you end up getting enemies or people holds resentment towards you because of your bad habit of constantly fighting, but if it happens then he will become more protective over you, he is your boyfriend and no matter how this problem started he will not let anyone hurt you seriously

He loves you and want to accept you the way you are, so if he can't stop you from getting easily angry and get in fights because of it then he will at least be there for you for back up if you need it

[bbokicidal]

Railway | SKZ [B.C.]

In which you decide to give your wonderful, deserving boyfriend a show in the bedroom - to his own solo song.

Genre: Suggestive (MDNI) Pairing: Bangchan x GN!Reader Just a Drabble, nothing too long.

Once a week the two of you delved into more.. exciting activities in the bedroom.

Usually there was at least one night a week of passionate, sweet, heart-melting lovemaking where Chris would let his body drape over yours. His fingers would intertwine with your own and you would become a puddle of adoration on the sheets beneath him, chest swirling with butterflies as if it were the first time the two of you were entangled in the sheets together.

Then there was one night where everything was less romantic and more... sleepy. Nights where Chris came home from the studio after midnight, crawling into bed and peppering kisses along your bare shoulder until either you stirred or turned to face him. He'd whisper soft wants of pleasure - maybe just to relieve his stress - and you, in a tired and mind-clouded haze, would smile and nod at the invite.

And then there were the nights like this. That one night a week, usually Friday evenings so you had all the time in the world as the weekend approached, where one of you would bring up an interest or an idea - maybe something you'd seen online or in a magazine - and try something new together.

Tonight's interest was stripteasing, lap dancing. The likes.

You'd brought it up - set it up, even - as a surprise for Chris the moment he walked in the door.

He'd unlocked the apartment door with a soft smile, just ready to see your face after the busy day he'd had - but he wasn't met with you coming up to him right away as you usually would. No, as the door opened he was met with the dim lighting of your shared space - tea candles lining the floor carefully and trailing down the hallway towards your bedroom. His curiosity is piqued, naturally.

Slowly lifting the all-too-heavy backpack off of his shoulders, Chris lets the bag slump to the floor just underneath where your jackets hung near the door. The bag thunks lightly on the floor with the weight of his laptop - and other studio belongings he needed to work on-the-go if need be.

"Baby?" Chris coos, voice lighter than normal. His head had cocked down towards his right shoulder in an attempt to see around the corner and into the hallway; To no avail, of course. He's met with more candles as he takes a few lingering steps forward into the home before he remembers he had to take off his shoes - and subsequently tumbles out of his sneakers. They're left in his hastening wake, the man's curiosity bubbling in his chest like a pot of water ready to boil over. Just what had you planned?

He hums out in admiration at the way the candles flicker against the deep cherry stained hardwood of the apartment. His eyes slowly lift from the fleeting flames as he hears a soft rustling coming from your shared bedroom. "Baby?" Chris coos once more in an attempt to retrieve a reply. Again, to no avail.

As he turns the corner into the doorway of your bedroom he's met with the sight of you facing the bed, dressed in a thin satin robe he'd gifted you for your one year anniversary almost.. a year ago, now. The bed is littered with rose petals colored a deep, dripping crimson that clashes too beautifully with the cream of your sheets.

"Hi, sweetheart." Your voice lulls on your tongue, the nickname dripping like the sweetest nectar from your lips as you turn to face him. You'd left the front of the robe open, black lace scouring your body and painting your skin in a way he'd deem was the most beautiful thing in the world - the tie hanging down by your sides and brushing over your thighs as you make your way to him. Chris meets you halfway before continuing to carefully step forward, guiding you back towards the bed. If he had it his way he would've laid you down and eaten you out right there, right then; But you'd caught him short and stopped at the edge of the bed, refusing to sit when his hands lightly tighten on your hips.

"All for me?" He questions, curiosity leaking through his tone. He was excited by the image in front of him and you could tell just from the way his voice lilted with a higher pitch than usual. "Baby, you're too good to me."

But you smile, a gentle laugh escaping your lips. Your hands find his arms, gently holding onto the muscle of his bicep as you turn your bodies around - and let him sit on the bed instead. "Of course this is all for you. But it's not just.. lingerie and sex tonight."

Chris' brow cocks. "No?"

"No." You reply, smile quirking at your lips. "I want to give you a little show." Reaching down and carefully bringing your hand back up from the sheets, Chris peeks down to watch as you offer the blindfold to him. He makes no move to take it, blinking down at the fabric slowly before letting his eyes come back to you.

"A... blindfold." He chuckles. "You want to blindfold me...? Isn't the point of me 'receiving a little show' that I get to see what's happening?" His hands fall to his thighs - and as he retracts them from your body you know it's his way of giving in. Telling you to do what you want to him for the time being. He was putty in your hands from this point on.

Your arms gently wind over your shoulders and Chris sits compliant. He waits patiently as you place the fabric over his eyes, only moving once he's sure it's in place and tied tight enough to keep from slipping. He blinks a few times, sighing out.

"I think it would be a bit fun if you just.. felt me first." You murmur - and Chris jolts a bit. He wasn't aware you were so close to him now, whispering right into his ear; Close enough that he could feel your breath fanning over his skin as you moved away, lower down his body. He sat still as he felt your lips slowly ghosting over his throat - down over his Adam's apple before disappearing from his space. And he chokes on a sound that tries to escape; Something so close to a whimper.

Tunnel vision got my eyes on you.

It's only a moment later that a melody rings out that he knows a little too well by this point. You'd connected your phone to his speakers in the room - His song coming out as sultry as ever from atop your dresser.

The perfect ambiance for the show you were about to give him.

And something just gets him knowing you're teasing him to the tune of his own music. A song he wrote, he sang, he produced. A song you wanted to fuck him to.

Chris' breath comes out in a shudder the moment he feels your hands back on him. His own had fallen near his hips, fingers curling tight into your bedsheets and blunt nails digging in as if he were going to rip holes in the fabric. And he just might. "Baby..."

A soft hush comes from where you are in front of him; Hands brushing down over his chest, the black fabric of his t-shirt separating you from being skin-to-skin. It almost makes him want to rip it off but he barely has time to even debate doing such a thing when your hands move lower.

Your lips reconnect with his skin. Kissing - sucking - biting. Spit clings to the warmth of his throat, the junction between his neck and shoulder free space to claim as your own. The muscle twitches under your lips before flexing as he gets use to the sensation - the heat of your tongue lathing over honey-kissed skin.

Baby, I feel our heartbeats

He can't ignore the way your hands brush down his body. Every touch is fleeting as if it will never be promised upon him again - A ghost of your palms raking down his chest, then his stomach. Dancing to his sides and just under the hem of his shirt as a subtle tease that makes his skin tingle and yet burn in your wake.

He feels your fingertips dip into the waistband of his jeans before coming closer to his front, tugging the denim away from his hips so the button slipped free of its restraint. He feels the zipper slowly being pulled down, the ache of his cock throbbing in his boxers already enough to make him a bit embarrassed. It isn't until he feels both of your hands kneading at the softness of his sides that he realizes you had pulled his fly down with your teeth.

Shaking, Trembling

"Fuck --" A sharp gasp darts from his lips. Again, his breathing shakes. His whole body wracks with a shiver, the sensation of your lips ghosting over his cock through his boxers enough to make him practically vibrate.

Chris lets his head lean back, shoulders dropping to slouch just a bit as his body begins to fully relax under your temptation. He lets his thighs part as he feels the gentle push of your palms on the inside of the heavy muscle, giving you room to kneel between them - beneath him. The warmth of your tongue dragging over his boxers to tease the tip of his cock once, then twice, makes a moan practically rip from his throat; Low, gravelly, craving. The words are connected with the slick of sin. "Oh my God, Baby.. ~"

Yeah, this train never sleeps

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ft. gn!reader x anton ivanov, ben bigger, lighter, von lycaon, wise ; no applicable warnings! my first request (i tried to finish it before christmas in my timezone, but still, merry christmas to the anon who requested this :DD and to those reading!!) hehehhe i hope its good enough｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

anton ivanov

you cannot look me in the eye and tell me this man isn’t the type to yell “this is for you!” or “if i hit this you give me a kiss” and completely miss whatever target he’s supposed to hit. he hits it. sometimes. he still gets a kiss anyways.

[“dude” “we’re literally dating and you’ve placed your lips on mine do NOT call me dude.” “…babe”]

big on gift giving and words of affirmation in terms of love languages. he makes sure to put a lot of thought into whatever he gives to you to properly convey his appreciation and show just how much you mean to him.

"strong, sincere, and straightforward." he's definitely the type to encourage you to try new things especially when you're the type to get easily nervous. if you're scared of looking stupid, don't worry; he'll do it with you hand-in-hand so you can be stupid together. becomes your no. 1 hype man and would give you his honest opinions whenever you need ‘em.

you see or hear him talking to his jackhammer bro for the most mundane or random things and you've become used to it at this point. its honestly endearing (you're hopeless)

["bro do you think they'd still love me if i was a worm?" "vroom vroom vroom" “you think so?” “vroom” "yeah, you're right."]

ben bigger

scary bear privileges meaning no one wants to mess with you knowing that you're dating someone who cuts such an intimidating presence but you know better than them because ben would much rather use his paws to tap away at a calculator or spreadsheet than willingly get into fights.

on that note, he's most likely to be the best companion for grocery shopping; he'll know how to get all the good discounts and haggle for the best prices for sure.

best cuddle partner to have during colder seasons no. 1. although he puts his fur care second, it's still soft and fuzzy to the touch and he likes that you appreciate the warmth it provides too.

since he struggles with some of his accounting responsibilities due to the size of his paws, sometimes you help him with sorting some of belobog industries' financial documents and eventually you end up finding the task quite relaxing after a while of doing it.

but, of course, he loves spending time with you outside of work. anything to take his mind off of the horrors of accounting. he'll mentally file away anything he learns about you when you're together for future purposes, may it be gift or date ideas.

he's the bear thiren between both of you, but in private he loves cuddling against you like you're some sort of plush toy. you don't mind. another win-win situation because you get to rest against him like a giant pillow as well.

lighter

he tries to be flirty with you and sometimes it works! but when you match his energy and it backfires on him he turns into a blushing mess who doesn’t know what to do with himself.

also the type to want to show off or act all suave. he has an image to keep as the undefeated champion! the red scarf! (he’s internally giggling and kicking his feet from one [1] cheek kiss you left in passing).

date nights with him sometimes consist of drives on his bike and stargazing at a nice little spot he found in blazewood. then halfway through, he’d get distracted from seeing the stars in your eyes and think that its a hundred times better than the real thing and fall in love all over again.

“gets as many challenges as love letters” but he makes sure that you and anyone who tries to make a move know that he only has eyes for you. could be in the form of having an arm around your waist or his jacket on you when you feel cold.

a physical touch and acts of service guy because. well. he did say he’d like to die for love one day. that’s a very romantic thing to say and do. also his heart still races whenever you hold his hand but he swears he’s getting used to it (he isn’t). probably melts when you gently run your fingers over his face or any of his scars

i honestly feel like he's one of those "me and my bae don't argue they just tell me to shut up and i do" types.

von lycaon

an ideal date for him would be a fancy dinner or picnic somewhere nice and discreet. complete with scented candles, your favorite flowers, and homecooked food (which probably tastes better than anything you've ever eaten at any restaurant). then at some point when both of you have finished eating and you're both in conversation, he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves a kiss on your knuckles.

["darling, your face is...concerningly red. are you feeling alright?" "i'm fine. i think."]

you WILL be receiving that prince/princess treatment (threat). breakfast in bed when he isn’t busy, spontaneous massages offered when you mention ONCE that you feel tired, and all that jazz. you probably will never have to open another door yourself with him around and he ALWAYS offers his arm for you to take when you're walking together.

best cuddle partner to have during colder seasons no. 2. just prepare yourself for horrendous shedding as summer begins… but you don’t mind helping him brush through his fur (*´ω`*) its therapeutic and you’re one of the very few people he trusts with the task so its a win for both of you.

since he's a wolf thiren, he sometimes unwillingly attracts the attention of stray cats and dogs; he usually pays them no mind but it is somewhat of an inconvenience for him. however, the sight of you playing with them while quietly cooing eases some of his discomfort. seems like you aren't the only one suffering from cuteness aggression.

his guilty pleasure is squishing your cheeks in his hands. no i will not elaborate

wise

this is one of the random play managers we’re talking about, so. movie date nights are mandatory. both of you alternate when picking movies but sometimes you bicker over options like an old married couple just for the fun of it.

a lot more chill when it comes to PDA but he can be flirty when he wants to be. if he knows you have a weak spot for it, he uses it to his advantage to get what he wants. scheming little minx. /pos

words of affirmation and quality time guy, i think. since he's always so busy with managing the store and completing commissions alongside belle as proxies, he makes the most out of the time you guys can spend together alone. even if it's just laying in his bed or on the couch doing nothing together sometimes.

everyone and their mothers and grandmothers on sixth street will probably know that you’re dating or figure something out at some point even when both of you don’t really do much together in public/are trying to keep it on the low. never underestimate these aunties man

unfortunately for wise, he will become the target of teasing or nagging from belle when it comes to your relationship. once you get close enough she'll also share embarrassing stories from when they were younger or before you and wise started dating much to her brother’s chagrin.

secretly likes clinging and cuddling up to you like a koala. both of you are in bed? oh okay, don’t mind him, he’ll just scooch a bit and wrap his arms and legs around you, claiming that having you in his bed helps fix his insomnia (it does, to some degree). [“wise i can’t move.” “you don’t need to.”]

on the days you help out with tasks in random play, you could quite literally just be standing while doing something and then you’ll feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist from behind as he leans his head on one of your shoulders with a quiet, satisfied sigh.