#please return sir 🙏 please

[svtskneecaps]

i had arin for two days and i'm deeply endeared. i miss him. i miss arin, tails.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

HI!! i recently read your posts ab the free use human and promptly lost my mind they're so delicious 🙏

i was wondering if you would be able to do something smutty between swerve and a human reader?? i already KNOW he would fantasize ab getting crazy with a human but then when he finally gets offered the chance to do it? he's obviously not gonna miss the chance but he's really nawt gonna know what to do with himself 😭

I am a hopeless slut for Swerve. Sir please blabber to me about nothing while I gaze at you with heart eyes.

Swerve x reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, fluff to smut, mutual pining, oral, dirty talk, size kink, strength kink

Swerve couldn’t help when his gaze lingered on you sitting on the bar. Little human form so tiny compared to the mechs around you. Even compared to a minibot like Swerve you were puny.

He couldn’t help the thrum in his spark when you looked up at him like he was your world. He couldn’t help the flush of energon in his faceplate when you reached up and held his servo. Your hand wrapped around three of his fingers as he walked you back to your habsuite every night after you help him with his bar.

So small, so soft, so cute.

You were just sitting there kicking your legs and jabbering with some of the lingering bots while Swerve cleaned up.

“This is the longest I’ve heard you quiet,” Nautica mused placing her empty cup on top the bar.

Swerve jolted swinging his helm to the femme meche before him. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered out hoping she hadn’t caught on to his ogling. “It’s been a long cycle.”

Nautica smirked with a knowing look on her face. “Yeah? Bet it’s gonna be a long night too.”

Swerve immediately caught on to what she was insinuating. He nearly dropped the glass he was cleaning and ended up fumbling it in the air for a good second before catching it.

“Are you okay, Swerve?” You ask noticing his strange behavior.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” Swerve reassured you nervously.

You smiled at Swerve before returning your attention to the bot in front of you. Nautica chuckled behind her servo trying to hide her knowing smile. “The human is totally into you,” she teased quietly.

Swerve scowled at Nautica. “Don’t joke about that.” He turned his gaze to you longingly as you waved goodbye to the final bots leaving the bar. “I think you got a chance,” Nautica said to Swerve. “They may or may not have said something to me.” With that Nautica left Swerve to his gaping jaw on the floor. You gave her a wave goodbye before turning to Swerve.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask with a giggle.

Swerve coughs trying to gather himself his vents running flusteredly. “Yeah! Yeah I’m totally cool,” he said more so trying to reassure himself. Under your gaze he felt like his plating was on fire. Your concerned little stare and how you sat so demurely on his bar. “Want to be a gentleman and walk me home again?” You asked with a flirtatious inclination.

Or at least Swerve thought as much. Maybe Nautica was just getting in his head. There would be no way he could have a chance with you. Someone like Rodimus or Mirage is more your type. Someone heroic and strong and definitely cooler than him.

“Why I’d be honored,” Swerve said in a mock posh accent and with an animated bow.

Your laughter was like twinkling bells in his audials. You reached your arms out for Swerve and he nearly passed out. Your arms outreached looking for him. He moved in, pedes heavy against the bar floor, as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug.

You made a soft sound of surprise but hugged Swerve back giving him a couple pats on his helm. “As much as I like the hug, can you help me off the bar?”

Swerve felt like he took a kick directly to his spark. Of course you weren’t looking to hug him. Hell, he did this routine with you everyday! Nautica’s words wormed around his processor laying parasitic eggs in his thoughts.

Swerve lifted you up off the bar counter trying to savor the feeling of your soft body against him. Your feet met the ground as Swerve gently set you down.

Your hands slid down his arm plating during your descent as Swerve’s servos landed on the back of your biceps. “Thank you, Swervy,” you smiled unintentionally letting the nickname slip from between your lips. You two stayed like that for a little bit; Swerve marveling at how you felt in his embrace and you burning up from embarrassment.

“Wait-“ Swerve laughed standing up straight. “Swervy?”

You sputtered trying to find an explanation for the nickname. Swerve reached out pinching your cheeks. “You’re so cute! Please don’t stop being so cute!” You made an annoyed noise at having your cheeks pinched but made no move to stop Swerve.

“Hey,” Swerve’s suddenly serious tone caught you off guard. “Do you want to come over to my habsuite and watch-“

“Yes!”

You both blinked at each other surprised by your eager acceptance of Swerve’s invitation. The minibot called back to what Nautica said feeling his knee joints wobble a bit.

“Y-yeah?” Swerve gulped with excitement. His Servos cupped your face stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you asking me out?” You asked holding onto Swerve’s wrists.

This was supposed to go differently in Swerve’s processor. He was supposed to be smooth and suave, leaning over the bar nonchalantly cleaning a glass. He’d say something flirtatious making you swoon. He’d butter you up then drop the question. He could have rescued you from a mean bot teasing you for your height and organic limitations. He’d stand up for you and tell that bot off and he’d be a hero in your eyes. He could have ran into you in the halls making you drop your books and he’d help you pick them up. Your little hand would make contact with his servo and you two would slowly look up at each other. He’d offer to carry your books and walk you to wherever you were going.

“Swerve?”

The minibot so stuck in his daydreams of what should have been didn’t even realize that he’d been staring at you and mindlessly stroking your face.

“Yeah?” He said barely above a whisper.

“Yes to you asking me out or yes to me saying your name?”

“Yes to both!” Swerve exclaimed sweeping you up into another hug. You squeaked surprised at being suddenly lifted into the air and engulfed in mechanized arms. He pressed his faceplate into the side of your head taking in the feeling of your body against him as well as your scent. “Primus I can’t believe it.” You giggled patting his shoulder plate.

Swerve adjusted your position so you were sitting in the crook of his arm with one servo holding onto your calf and the other supporting your waist. You held onto his shoulder plates and smiled down at the minibot.

“I can’t believe you’d actually agree to going out with me after that whole disaster of an invitation! I mean I had this whole scenario planned out where I’d wine and dine you.” Swerve chuckled stroking your waist with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Swerve,” you giggle cupping his face. “The whole bar could have caught fire too and I’d still say yes.”

Swerve’s engine rumbled so enamored with how you stroked the metal of his fave as well as how you spoke to him. Nautica ended up being right. Every time she’d come in here and tease him for his little crush, telling him he should ask the little human out, she was right. Swerve’s spark thrummed through his chasis as you left a small kiss on his forehead just above his visor.

“I’ve really liked you for a while,” you admit shyly. “I just didn’t know if I’d be ruining our friendship if I said something.”

“I don’t think you could do anything that would make me not want to be around you,” Swerve reassured you. “You could straight up kill me and rip my spark out and I’d haunt you trying to hang out with you!”

You snorted giving Swerve another kiss to his forehead. Swerve let out a little huff and furrowed his optic ridge. “I don’t get a kiss on the cheek too?” He said tapping his cheek with his finger. You laughed leaning down to give him a kiss on his cheek but at the last minute he turned his helm causing your lips to collide with his instead of his face.

What was supposed to be a little gag on his end ended up turning into you gripping his face and pushing your mouth against his intake. His optics widened glowing brightly behind his visor but he did nothing to move away. Instead he gripped your hip with his servo and returned your passions.

His intake moved fluidly against your lips like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. Swerve couldn’t help the groans of delight he released into your mouth. You tasted so sweet on his glossa like honied energon. When you finally pulled back for air he couldn’t help but try to chase after you before taking in your face.

Sweaty, panting, and you felt so much warmer. Your eyes were half lidded and your pupils blown wide.

“I wanna frag you so bad,” Swerve said in an airy voice. Your eyes widened in shock at how forward he was being. “Wait! I didn’t mean to-“ you cut him off with another kiss this time more passionately. Your tongue slithered across his dermas. The whimper he let out made you clench your thighs. He opened his intake allowing his glossa to move against yours.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” Swerve mumbled against your lips. You devilishly nipped at his bottom lip. “God Swerve,” you groaned between kisses. His name coming from your mouth danced around his processor like a melody. “Please fuck me.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at how loud Swerve’s engine revved. You barely had enough time to laugh before he was tossing you over his shoulder plate and rushing out of the bar. “Oh man,” Swerve huffed as you bounced with his stride. “Holy shit I can’t believe this is happening!” A couple mechs you two passed by looked at you concerned before donning a knowing look when he realized what Swerve had planned for the Lost Light’s little human.

You covered your face slightly embarrassed that so many mechs now knew that not only were you a robotfucker but you were also on your way to pound town with Swerve as your conductor.

Swerve’s habsuite door opened with a swish. Being mindful of your head and the doorframe, Swerve rushed into his room and flopped you on his metal berth. Your head made sharp contact with it creating a loud bonking sound that made Swerve freeze and you laugh.

You held the back of your head where it started to sting laughing with no noise at the ridiculousness of the situation. Swerve bit his knuckles as he reached his other servo out for you. “Are you okay? Shit, I didn’t kill you did I? I can’t kill you on our first date!”

You shook your head propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’m fine!” You laughed feeling the stinging start to fade. “I’m fine, I promise.” Swerve seemed to relax a little as he reached out to hold your head. He made you bend your neck forward as he towered over you making sure the back of your head was truly okay. Swerve let out a sigh of relief while stroking your hair. “I totally forgot you’re not as durable as us,” Swerve murmured softly. “I thought I would be all romantic and throw you on the bed.”

You hummed wrapping an arm around Swerve’s neck to the best of your ability. “I thought it was pretty romantic,” you said with a smile. “I mean it’s not everyday such a stud of a mech gives me a concussion.”

Swerve huffed picking you up from under your armpits and adjusting his position so he was sitting with his legs crisscrossed and you in his lap. He rested his servos on your waist with a dissatisfied look on his faceplate. “Now don’t go spreading rumors that I knocked you out or gave you brain damage on our first date!”

You wriggled in his grip so you were straddling his lap. “Aww,” you teased while holding Swerve’s face. “That’s the only reason I’m here. I thought you were going to fuck my brains out.”

The steam that released from Swerve’s vents made your shirt ruffle. His face was flushed blue with energon and his grip on your waist tightened. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Swerve murmured leaning down towards your face. You met him half way tipping your head up so you could capture his dermas with your lips.

Swerve groaned into your mouth as his servos explored your back and hips. “You’re so soft,” Swerve mumbled into your mouth. “I can just squish you under my servos.” Swerve punctuated what he had said with a couple squeezes to your hips. You smiled into the kiss adoring how even when he was making out with you he still continued to talk.

You pulled back to get some air admiring Swerve’s dumbfounded expression. “Frag,” he said in an airy voice. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean I’ve never done this before! I mean I’ve fucked other bots before but I’ve never interfaced with a human! I know we have the same set up because I’ve seen human porn but I don’t-“

“You’ve watched human porn?” You asked pushing your chest against Swerve. He dropped his jaw not realizing what he had said. “What are you into,” you asked giddily rubbing your hands across his chasis.

“C’mon,” Swerve groaned tilting his helm back. “Just pretend you didn’t hear me say that.”

“Do you jack off to it?” You pushed further letting your hands wander to his shoulders. Swerve hissed steam at your teasing. His servos reached down to cup your rear as you explored his torso. “Cause sometimes I like to think of you when I do,” you whispered into his audial. Your whole body felt hot at that confession both aroused and embarrassed.

There was a click then a hiss like pressure being released before a heavy metal chord sprung between your legs.

“Shit!” Swerve said embarrassed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that!” He could already hear you laughing at him for how disgustingly turned on he was.

“Is that your dick?” You asked with wide eyes.

“It’s called a spike but yeah,” Swerve said wincing at your gawking.

“You’re huge,” you gaped trying to hold yourself back from touching his spike.

Swerve’s robotic cock twitched at your compliment. He could feel his cooling fans kicking on trying to keep him from overheating. Despite every hiccup today, despite how unsuave Swerve was, you showed him nothing but love.

“Can I touch it?” You ask feeling your underwear dampen at the sight.

“Yeah! Yes! Yes please!” Swerve begged squeezing your ass. You reached down giving his spike a firm stroke. His engine sputtered at the feeling of your soft hand against his arousal. “Primus,” Swerve gawked watching how you tenderly rubbed him. “Primus I can’t believe you’re here.”

You ran your thumb over his leaking tip gathering the pink transfluid and using it as lubricant to help your hand travel over the cabling of his cock. Swerve exvented hot air out of his frame. He couldn’t hold back the whimper that bubbled out of his intake at the pleasure you brought him.

“Noooo,” Swerve whined when you took your hand away from his spike. His protests were soon quieted when he saw you moving to take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. His optics darted to your chest with intrigue.

“Those-“ Swerve started sliding his servos up your body until he was holding your chest with his fingers splayed over your sides and part of your back. “Frag, these are your nipples.”

You giggled at Swerve’s dumbfounded yet aroused reaction to your chest. He ran his thumb over your nipples making you moan softly. “And humans just spray milk from these?” Swerve seemed almost giddy at the idea. “Sometimes,” you responded your eyes trained on where Swerve rubbed at your chest.

“Why do you guys do that? Is it like a defense thing or?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bloomed out of you. “No! Well maybe for some people but it’s mainly to feed babies,” you explained gently rubbing your pelvis against his spike. Swerve swore under his breath at your movements. He pinched at your nipples making you whine and arch your back towards him. You could feel the hot drift of hair from his vents.

“I want to put a baby into you,” Swerve groaned pulling at your sensitive nipples.

You whined pushing your chest into his grip. “Yeah?” You panted while grabbing his spike once again. “Yeah,” Swerve said tilting his helm down to bite at your neck. “I wanna see how much milk I can get from you.”

Swerve thrusted into your hand in time with your strokes. His intake brushed against your soft skin leaving kisses across the sensitive expanse of your neck. “I bet you’d be so tight,” Swerve whined doing his best not to be too rough with his biting. “Could I even fit in you? You’re just so much smaller! I mean, frag, I can pick you up with one servo.”

You moaned tilting your head to the other side so Swerve had better access to your neck. “I can stretch,” you said breathlessly. You could feel the desperation building inside of you. Swerve hummed with your nipples in his intake. You whined feeling so empty without Swerve’s spike filling you.

“Swerve!” You cried as you humped his lap. “Please! I want you to fuck me so bad!”

Steam blasted out of Swerve’s vents at your sudden desperation. “How?” He asked releasing your nipple with a pop. “How should I uhm do you?” He couldn’t help but feel awkward in the situation. While he was one to constantly speak for some reason dirty talk felt so different now.

You leaned back trying to wiggle out of your pants. The position made it awkward and Swerve had to help you by supporting your back with his servo and guiding the fabric down your legs. When your underwear and pants were finally slid off your body, Swerve could only gawk at your pulsing heat.

You were already so slick with need and he could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy. His Servos dug into your skin possessively and hard enough to make you squeak out in pain.

“Ah! Sorry! Sorry!” Swerve apologized lightening his grip on you.

“It’s okay,” you panted with your eyes half lidded. “I hope it bruises.”

Swerve sputtered in outrage. “You want me to bruise you?! Now why in the whole of Cybertron would you-“ then it hit him. You want him to mark you. You want him to leave evidence of his touch on your body for wandering optics.

“Frag,” Swerve said breathlessly. “Yeah? You want it to bruise?”

You nodded leaning forward to grab Swerve’s lips with yours. He moaned into the kiss letting his grip tighten on your hips once more. He rolled his pelvis up towards yours trying to find stimulation for his spike. You responded by eagerly pushing your sopping cunt against the throbbing metal cord.

Swerve swore his entire system crashed and rebooted when he felt the slick glide of your arousal along his spike. Your soft panting into his intake was like a drug fueling the violent lust for you that had been brewing inside of him for what felt like forever. He pulled back trying to stifle the rumble his engine made when he saw how you chased after him.

“How am I going to put this inside of you?” Swerve laughed giving you a rough thrust of his hips against your core.

You hadn’t considered that and thought for a second. “Let me take the lead for a bit,” you said steadying yourself with a hand on his shoulder.

“Please do,” Swerve smiled, his hands never leaving your hips.

You lifted yourself up off his lap using your knees so you could position his spike towards your hole. “Primus,” Swerve panted seeing the strings of arousal you left on his spike. “I got you that wet? Me? Frag, you think I’ll just slide in there?”

“I hope,” you panted grabbing a hold of Swerve’s spike in on hand and steadying yourself with the other. You aimed the pointed tip of his chubby cock towards your leaking hole. Swerve’s systems were buzzing in impatience at the thought of finally being inside of you.

You dipped your pelvis down trying to capture his cock but only ended up causing it to slip and push against your clit. You both gave an unexpected moan at the same time before you tried again.

With a firm grasp on his cock you tilted your vagina towards the tip and finally pushed down.

The immediate sting of being stretched by something so wide made you wince.

Swerve had to steady every impulse in his body to not thrust up into you. You were so tight and so warm. He could feel your pulse along the head of his spike and he forced your pussy open.

“B-big!” You panted trying to gather your thoughts.

“Yeah?” Swerve wiggled his optic ridge at you.

You huffed out a laugh trying not to let your shaky thighs give up on you and force your body onto his spike.

“Look at you,” Swerve gleamed feeling his spark swell with love. Your shaky body covered in sweat and so sensitive under his touch. He hadn’t even started properly fucking you and you looked absolutely ruined.

“Let me know when you’re-“ Swerve was interrupted mid sentence when he felt your sweaty knee slip against his plating making you lose balance. He was quick to grab your hips and keep you from being impaled but not before you took more of his girth.

You cried out throwing your head back. “Fuck!” Your voice was like a choir to him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Swerve gave a slow, experimental thrust up into your heat. “Is that good?” He asked with a slightly concerned look on his faceplate.

“It’s so good!” You moaned letting your hand drop from his shoulder and work at your clit. Your body weight was now completely supported in Swerve’s grip as he held you by your hips and waist.

Swerve wanted to drop you on his spike so bad just to see that shocked expression on your face when you’re filled to the brim with him. “Want me to fuck you now?” Swerve asked feeling more empowered by your reaction.

You nodded eagerly while trying to lean forward to take his mouth with yours.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Swerve tsked with a teasing smile. “You gotta use your words! I know humans are smarter than that.”

You pouted but gave in to his request. “Please! Please Swerve I want you to fuck me!”

“As you say,” Swerve gave in to the devil on his shoulder whispering into his intake to drop your weight on his spike.

The choked noise you made and how you tightened around him was somehow better than the shocked expression you made.

You were sat on his pelvis, pussy filly engulfing his spike with room for little else. Your sweet arousal leaked around him making his plating sticky with slick.

“You’re in my guts,” you choked out as tears came to your eyes.

Swerve leaned down to kiss the salty tears before they could run down your cheeks. “Feel good?” He asked starting to feel unsure if his impulsive action might have hurt you.

You nodded eagerly almost knocking your head against Swerve’s helm. He could only laugh in adoration at your desperation. “You’re tight,” Swerve said breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve been with anyone this tight.”

“I’ve never been with someone this big,” you panted as you slowly began rolling your hips.

For some reason that sentence managed to make a nest within his processor. Unless you’ve been in the berth with other mechs you wouldn’t have been with someone as big as him. The idea that he was the first mech you’d ever fucked made his spark glow with need.

Swerve changed the position so your upper back was against his berth while he held your lower body in his servos. He curled his frame over yours to capture your pleasing lips into another kiss. He was going to show you how much better he was than any human you had ever been with. He was going to prove just how worthy he was in being your first mech.

You held onto his helm as you moved your lips against his then whined into his intake when he started his frantic thrusting.

He plowed into you like he’d lose you if he stopped. You could feel the backs of your thighs and your rear start to sting from making sharp fast contact with his metal plating.

The more you thought about it the more it scared you how strong Swerve was compared to you. Despite his rabbit like pace, Swerve was still holding back so he wouldn’t hurt you. He was managing to keep his pistons in place well enough to not break your pelvis.

You could feel his fat cable pushing your walls open and the thickest parts rubbing against your G-spot.

You finally had to pull away from Swerve’s intake to catch your breath earning a frustrated whine from the mech. He pushed forward trying to capture your lips once again but when you tilted your head up and away he settled on drowning your neck in love bites and kisses.

“Please,” Swerve begged between slathering your neck in love. “Please it’s so good!”

What he was begging for you weren’t sure but you tilted your hips up more in response.

The wet clapping that filled the room would be lodged in Swerve’s processor until his spark went cold. The feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him was something he couldn’t believe he had lived all these years without. Swerve was sure that if he wasn’t inside of you fucking your body with all he had he would surely die.

“It’s too much!” You cried out tears prickling from the corners of your eyes. “It’s too big!”

Swerve tucked his helmet against the space between your neck and shoulder trying to memorize your scent. “I got you,” Swerve moaned. “You can take it.” He struggled through the last sentence as your walls clamped down on him like a beat trap. He could feel your body shiver and squirm in his iron grip as your orgasm overcame you. Your mouth was open in an O shape as your eyes were squeezed shut.

Swerve wrapped his metal arms around your body holding you flush to his frame as you rode out your orgasm. He swore he hadn’t seen a sight more beautiful than your body shivering in bliss in his grasp. He had never heard a sound more beautiful than how you shakily moaned out his name as he punched the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

You whined in his arms as his thick spike dragging along your walls soon became overwhelming. You were spread so wide and so sensitive you were sure your body was unraveling.

You could feel coolant tears dripping onto your body as Swerve sobbed in pleasure. “I love you!” He cried holding you like you were his last tether to this mortal realm. “Frag I love you so much!”

He could feel his valve clenching and his spike becoming more sensitive. The way you squeezed around him was becoming too much and before he could warn you as to what was happening, a thick stream of transfluid shot out of him filling your cunt to the point of leaking.

You shuddered at the warmth his overload brought inside of you. His fluid was almost unbearably hot as it sat in your womb. You could only concentrate on the feeling of being so unbelievably full with both his spike and his cum stuffed inside of you.

You shuddered and twitched in his hold all the while Swerve just clung to you like a teddy bear.

“Are you okay?” Swerve asked, his cooling fans whirring at their highest setting.

“S’good,” you managed to dribble out feeling like your body was no longer yours but instead a bowl of gelatin.

“Primus you feel so good,” Swerve groaned while stroking your hair. “Don’t make me pull out please. You’re so warm and soft and tight.” Swerve’s words slurred together as he gently started moving his hips once again.

You shivered and cried out pulling your legs close to your body as the overstimulation started to set in. “Too much!” You wailed shakily.

Swerve immediately stopped his humping but you couldn’t miss the last thrust he got in. “Sorry,” he mumbled against your neck. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

“Yes,” you sighed while running your hands up his helm. “Please don’t pull out.”

Swerve lifted his helm to plant a wet and loud kiss on your cheek. “I didn’t plan to.”

[504py]

Scalding-Hot Steel - Knight!Leon Kennedy/Reader

He finally lets you try on his armor.

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!!! 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏 i got caught in a bit of a slump, but i hope this can make up for it, and that this was worth the wait!! the chapter after this might be the finale, so i may take even longer to get to it. nonetheless, thank you to everyone who's been reading till now, and thank you all for 600 followers!!!

Historical inaccuracies, I suck at old-timey speak, reader referred to as "my lady" but no other gendered terms or descriptors besides that, no use of Y/N, Leon is a total puppy, mutual pining.

1, 2, 3

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You're unsure what it was, but following that interaction at the library, you and Leon have grown closer.

This upgrade in your relationship has made you be able to relax more in his presence, now that you see him as more friend than foe. Well, to call him a foe was a gargantuan exaggeration, but you did find him intimidating. You still do sometimes.

Even if you've backed off and retired your old obsessive habit of being way too observant about every single little detail about Leon, you can't help but still notice how it seems like your roles have been swapped.

Leon has begun to follow you around like a dog, to put it simply.

You swear it's not just you fixating on him, you really have started seeing him around much more often. He's started waiting by your door to greet you a good morning with a small smile, before heading to the courtyard. During lunchtime, he's begun to engage in smalltalk with you, talking about mundane things like the weather, or your schedule for the day. He's especially chatty if he learns he's going to be part of it. At night, when his usual routine would be to simply see you off at your bedroom door and say goodnight, now he sits by your bedside and talks about anything 'till it lulls you to sleep. He'd be mortified if you knew how long he stayed after you've dozed off.

Leon has begun studying you, in return. He likes to think that he's observant, but that usually only applies to combat, or if he's been trained beforehand on the matter. With people, he's never really had much luck reading them, unless it's too obvious for it to even be called "observing."

Leon admires that about you, how keen your eyes always are. He wonders if you're as drawn into his quirks as he is with yours. If you were, he envies your ability to drink in information so tactfully. If the devil were in the details– in your details, Leon would love to become a sinner.

His attempts in learning more about you were painfully amateurish. Even if Leon were a great tutor, a great protector, a great fighter, he tends to be terrible at holding conversation.

"My lady–"

"I told you to stop calling me that." You sigh and roll your eyes playfully.

"Sorry." He huffs your name bashfully, drawing closer towards you. You look up at him, and he drinks in the sight before you're squinting slightly at the rays of sun attacking you from behind his head.

"Please step into the shade, milady." He insists, holding his hand out for you to place yours on, before leading you underneath a large tree.

"There you are again, Sir Leon." You laugh, resting your back against the smooth bark of the tree.

"Hey, I asked you to forgo the titles as well." He muses, noticing you were still straining your eyes slightly, so he steps in front of the sun. It makes your face relax, and once again, he realizes keeping you happy and protecting you brings him fulfillment like no other.

"Just doing the same as you are, Sir Leon, since you won't drop mine." Chuckling, you sit down on the plush grass and wait for him to follow.

He smiles and breathes out a laugh, setting down the picnic basket in front of you. Leon wants to sit beside you, but then his back wouldn't be there to shield you from the sun. He sits where he is.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He says, almost jokingly. Saying your name out loud makes him feel shy, like saying the name of a god. It feels almost forbidden to be molded by his tongue, but you always invite him to say it, and the intimacy makes his heart race every single time he dares to. He mumbles it quietly again, getting a high from it.

You look beautiful. He thought that from the day he first met you, but the closer you two have gotten, the more and more he finds himself thinking that, and even more does it make his heart ache in his chest. In the shade under this tree, windy summer day illuminating the soft curves of your face so enchantingly, Leon can't help but look like a bit of an idiot drinking the sight in.

"Are you feeling hot?"

His eyes look at your lips first, ears registering your voice second. He closes his mouth, realizing it's been hanging slightly agape.

"I, uh, no– no, I'm feeling alright, my–"

You tilt your head down, and send him a playful warning glare. He stops in his tracks and looks down for a second, smiling breathily.

"I'm alright."

"Really? Your head tilts to the right this time, and Leon's heart skips a beat at how adorable he finds the gesture. "That armor you're wearing looks pretty hot. Can't you take it off?"

"It's only chainmail." He reassures, taking off his helmet and combing a hand through his flattened hair, "The helmet is a little troublesome, though."

You chirp, "I can imagine." before you open up the picnic basket in front of you and start rummaging through it.

Leon watches you munch on some biscuits for a bit, before his eyes flit back to the helmet by his side. "...Some time ago, you said you had wanted to try on my armor."

He says this mid-chew, so you hurry to get your food down so you can respond, "Oh, you remembered?" You wipe away a few crumbs from your lip, Leon finds the act charming, and it makes him smile softly. You continue, "Mm, yes, I did. Why bring it up?"

"Well," Leon holds up his helmet, "Would you like to try it on now?"

The way your eyes light up can't help but force a boyish, giddy grin on Leon's face. It feels strange and his cheeks feel weird, he can't really remember the last time he's smiled this hard. It does scare him a little, how foreign it is, but the feeling is so, so welcomed.

"Of course! Are you joking?" You put the snacks in your hands away, and move the basket to the side so you can inch closer to Leon. The feeling of your legs touching make butterflies take flight in his stomach.

"I-I'm not– I–" He's sputtering and he finds his brain struggling to function at being so flustered.

"Calm down, Leon." You laugh heartily. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him, but with how darn observant you are, he's sure that you're well aware what you do to him. It makes his cheeks burn red and glare at you with a kittenish frown. He wishes he could be more suave about his feelings towards you.

"I will once you stop making me so flustered." Leon huffs, hoping that wasn't too bold of a thing to say. His cheeks burn deeper. His eyebrows lower at your surprised look.

"Do I now?"

"W-Well– See, you're doing it again!" Leon groans, letting go of his helmet to hide his flushed face in his broad hands and whine. His ears turn red at the sound of your hearty laugh.

"Well, it's only fair that I do it to you too."

"Too?"

Your face warms, realizing what you've revealed. Leon grins, elated at the mere implication that he makes you feel the same way.

"Y-You've noticed, haven't you? In the library, you asked why I felt so uncomfortable around you."

"You didn't exactly answer... I thought it was because you disliked me."

"...Now you know that I clearly don't. We get along rather well, don't we?"

He's beaming at you, and it's not just the sun shining on him, it looks like he's literally glowing with serenity and love.

"We do, my lady."

"Leon!" You interject him calling you by your formal title.

He can't seem to let the title go, because in his mind, it's more of a pet name than a title. A term of endearment. Leon clings to the "my" part of the title, he liked the tiniest hint that you could be his. My lady, my lover, my sweetheart, mine.

Leon giggles, and he pauses for a moment after, realizing he can't remember the last time he's let out such a noise. He gazes upon you in awe, amazed at how you were able to bring out this side of him.

"What is it?"

Leon blinks, getting drawn out of his haze and shaking his head dismissively. He keeps his soft gaze on you, though.

The pads of his fingers rest on his helmet, feeling the ridges of it. Maybe it was too rough for someone he deemed as delicate as you. His eyes lower and rest on the piece of armor, noting how it's covered in scratches and dents, how it isn't so shiny as he'd like for it to be. It washed over him like a small wave of shame, thinking it not worthy for someone of your standing to don. Not even socially, but the standing that you held within his mind and his heart. Leon never thought he'd be insecure over such a trivial thing.

"So... Can I try it on, my good Sir?"

Leon lets out a little snort at what you call him, freezing and making an embarrassed face at the undignified noise, but then he he sees how happy it makes you– perhaps how happy he himself makes you, and he feels at ease.

"Yes, of course, Your Royal Highness."

You playfully slap his bicep at the absurd title. "I am not royalty!"

"You are to me." He mutters as he adjusts his sitting position, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

He's kneeling in front of you, being mindful of your hair or anything on your clothing the helmet could snag on, gently lowering it before the hard metal rests on the top of your skull.

Leon sits back down, and can't help a cheesy, tight-lipped smile when he sees how awkwardly it fits you. It's crooked, and it simply is too rugged in contrast to your usual attire and demeanor.

"...How is it?"

"Wow, I can barely see. This is amazing!" Your hands rest on the sides of the helmet to try and stabilize it, yet it still tips over off balance after adjusting. Leon lets out a snort, and this time, he's only half-embarrassed.

"How do you fight in this? I can't see anything."

Leon wordlessly pulls the visor up. His heart pounds at the sight of your flushed face and messy hair.

"Ohh. What if an arrow lands in my face, though?"

"I can assure you, you won't be getting into that sort of situation anytime soon."

"You seem very sure of yourself, Leon."

"Of course, it's my duty to protect you."

"...Do you enjoy it?"

"What? Protecting you?"

You nod, "Yes."

"I look forward to it every day."

The two of you share a wide smile, beaming at the intimacy of this interaction, and you two have never felt closer. I want to kiss you, is all Leon can think about.

Right as he was mindlessly leaning in, you let out a small laugh for whatever reason, and Leon is forever grateful that you do, because it snaps him out of his trance, and he feels so stupid for trying to make a move on you.

"That's good. I don't think armor suits me very much anyways." You clumsily take his helmet off of your head, and rest it by your hip.

"I'm glad to have you protecting me, Leon. I'm so happy to have you by my side every day, not even as a knight, but as a companion." You say this so demurely, looking down at your lap with a cherubic expression on your face that has his heart pounding in his strong chest.

Then, you just had to look up at him, and meet his lovestruck stare, and maybe he's gone crazy from how flustered he's been all day, but he swears he can see the same look in your eyes.

Leon throws out whatever he was last thinking straight out the window, encases your wrists in his hands, and kisses you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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𐙚 CARE FOR A DANCE? — PARK SUNGHOON 𝄞

SYNOPSIS ) “unexpectedly” running into you mid-training, he asks you for a dance. thinking it’s just for his practice, Sunghoon has other plans that night.

♪ DANCE PARTNERS ⋆ prince!sunghoon x knight-gn!reader

HIS INVITATION ✉️ ! royal au, forbidden love, angst (if you like squint), fluff

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.ᐟ NOTICE 📄 hanniluvi cb!!! yk i just HAD to write for hoon again, its a tradition to have written works for him 🙏 i always end up writing fics for him its a problem … AND ALSO, writing royal aus is sooo new to me 😭 i be reading them but idk abt writing so…like the knowledge leaves my head…but its a work in progress Trust! anyways, i hope you enjoy it <3

Using your sleeve, you wiped the sweat off your face before continuing. The clinking of your sword against the wooden targets echoed throughout the training grounds. It was late at night, and yet, you couldn’t spare for a moment of rest—you worked too hard to earn that knight title. You huffed, already preparing for another round. And as you were about to slash once more, an unexpected sound reached your ears—the approaching footsteps.

In a reflexive spin, you draw your sword, poised to face an unknown intruder. To your surprise, the intruder reveals himself as none other than Prince Park Sunghoon. He raises his hands in a gesture of peace, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Why, you're still always on guard, aren't you?" the prince remarks, his eyes dancing with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Lowering your sword and slightly bowing, you nod. "I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour. And, to answer your question, a knight's duty doesn't rest, even in the quiet of the night, Your Highness."

He released a quick sigh of relief, relieved that you finally put the sword away from his neck. "I intended to take a scroll to the garden and couldn’t help but be captivated by your skill. It’s as if you were one with the sword."

Still catching your breath, you offered a modest smile. You teased, "Why, thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Training was essential for that to happen���I’m quite flattered by your compliment.”

Sunghoon retrieves something from his pocket, extending it to you. Your gaze fell to his hand—a pristine white handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat off your face with this, instead of your sleeves," he suggested. Glancing back at him, you noticed him clearing his throat and looking away. You chuckled, accepting the handkerchief from his hand.

"Is it common for Your Highness to carry handkerchiefs during night strolls, or did you specifically hope to find me practicing late at night?"

"You're overthinking it, Sir YN," he muttered, but your attention remained on the handkerchief, adorned with his initials in gold. As you wiped away sweat, his pleased smile didn't go unnoticed. "I'll return this to you tomorrow."

"No need, you may keep it."

"Your Highness, I can't accept something crafted for royalty," he soon interjected sharply.

"I insist. Can you defy a royal order?"

"Now that's one I can't go against," you chuckled, stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket. Glancing back at him, you caught a glimmer in his eyes—a familiar look he wore when he wished for something. "Now, what do you need, Your Highness? I'm sure you didn't just happen to run into me."

A pause hung in the air, your eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken connection. Breaking the silence, Prince Sunghoon impulsively asked, "Since you're at rest, would you care for a dance under the moonlit sky to celebrate your dedication, YN?"

"A dance? While I'm all sweaty like this?" You plopped yourself on the ground, shutting your eyes for a mere second. "Shouldn't you head back to your chamber, Prince?"

“Not until you take my hand,” he reached his hand out, leaving you no choice but to accept it. You did, hoping it would expedite his return to his chambers. "If you must. What does Your Highness want to dance to?"

"Just follow my lead," he suddenly pulled you in by placing his hand on your waist. You tensed slightly with the unexpected touch, trying to find a way to calm your increased heartbeat. He took your hands with his, twirling you gently. "Leave your attention on me, YN.”

His fingers supported your back as you both stepped in sync. Slowly, the tension in your shoulders disappeared, feeling rather at ease. Swaying together, he locked eyes with you, and in that shared gaze, a spark was created. His movements were graceful, and you effortlessly kept up with his every move. The dance became a silent conversation, as there were emotions expressed through subtle gestures.

He pulled you closer, guiding the dance into a dip, holding you steady as you leaned. With his hand against your back, he lifted you back up effortlessly. With the absence of music, your attention seemed to shift more on his features. Caught in a trance, you observed the subtle shifts in his expression, noticing the carefree and genuine look on his face.

The moonlight accentuated the moles on his face, and his fang-like teeth peeked through. As you moved in synchronized harmony, you also detected a subtle, entrancing aroma—Prince Sunghoon’s floral cologne. The scent wafted through the night air, and how it was super intoxicating.

A twinge of guilt crept into your thoughts. Was it wrong for you to be so attentive to him at a moment like this? This had to be merely practice for the ball hosted tomorrow evening.

With one last spin, his hands now rested on the sides of your waist, an intense gaze fixed on you.

The wind picked up, adding an extra layer of romance to the already enchanting moment. It pushed strands of hair away from your face, and a bright smile crept onto your lips. The corners of Sunghoon’s mouth started to rise, his hands still firmly on your waist. “May I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“YN, tomorrow night, will you be my dance partner again?”

Confusion flickered across your face. "But, my prince, it's just practice. A knight cannot dance with you for your royal ball."

He wore a small smile, vulnerability taking over his tone. “Why can’t I dance with you?”

You chuckled softly, “Your dance partner has to be the one you will marry for your future heir.”

“Well then, will you marry me?”

Your heart stopped. “What? Are you joking, Your Highness?”

“Please, just call me Sunghoon when it’s just the two of us. It feels weird to be the only one calling you by your name like this.” His hands left your waist, but now sneaking up to your hands. Grabbing your fingers, his grip tightened as he cleared his throat. “I know I’m the type to joke around, but this isn’t a situation I’d joke around in.”

“What are you saying—”

“How foolish you are. What I’m trying to say is that I love you. I adore you, and I wish to have you. Does that sound clear enough?”

Your heart was skipping beats. “No, how foolish you are! My prince—I mean, Sunghoon, you must find a suitable match within your rank. Your family wouldn't approve of a knight."

As you two stood in silence, his eyes pleading. “I don’t care about those rules. I care about you. Please, YN, be my partner, be my…everything.”

Your gaze softened, torn between duty and desire. "Sunghoon, you're a prince, and I'm just a family knight. This can't be."

“I want to pursue you.”

“This isn’t good for you. It won’t be good for you once you rule the kingdom—your status and your people would be placed in danger,” you suddenly blurted, clearly flustered by the sudden confessions. “It’s just such a huge risk.”

“You’re a risk worth taking. Can’t you tell that I’m already heads over heels for you?”

“But—”

“Can you stop pushing me away? Is it that hard for you to admit your feelings for me too?” Desperation filled his voice, his eyes wavering at you. “Or is the title of a royal knight that important to you?”

“I’m just worried. Your family wouldn’t approve of this.” You let one of your hands free from his grasp, running it through your hair. There was still that determined look on his face, as if he wanted to convince you to just follow both of your hearts.

“Then, let’s prove them wrong tomorrow night. Let’s prove that a prince and a knight are capable of ruling together. Capable of falling in love.” You were certainly worried about this. But, the look on his face was making it harder for you to even reject his ideas. “Please?”

“If I lose my place as a royal knight, it certainly will be over for you.”

“You just won’t stop worrying about those titles, don’t you?”

“Can you really blame me for acting like this when you say such bold words?” You joked, seeing a smile soon appear on his lips.

“That’s what love is, YN.” He chuckles. “It changes you, causing you to take such risks—all in the name of love.”

💬 : don’t fulfill my thoughts n say to write a whole fic abt prince!sunghoon x knight!reader bc i WILL continue this .

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Could you do Phobos x fem!reader headcanons? Pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top? 🙏🙏

Weeeell since you asked so nicely… Been a while since I wrote for Phobos lmao, I do love this director, also I'm so sorry I've been away for so long, I got hyperfixated on other things and just been working my life really I got a little carried away… Yall deserve something big for how long I’ve been away lol, enjoy I still don’t know when a name ends in s if I still use ‘s or just ‘ at the end of it when merging “is” to the name…

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Phobos x Fem!Reader // [hc/fic, fluff]

You probably met while you worked as an engineer for Nexus, let's switch things around, I mostly see scientist readers or something, it's not a bad thing but I wanna explore engineers and soldats as well, buckle up

Here’s the thing that I should explain before anything, Nexus Engineers and Soldats are not yellow blooded, those were not made in the labs, alr? These are your everyday Joes who are a little more interesting than your casual grunt with their knowledge, engineers are promoted with their knowledge to fix things and good insight while Soldats are promoted with high combat skills and high ambition, endurance and shit, all of them start as normal agents, got it? Alr lets go

You probably didn't work for anyone in specific, freelancing and fixing anything you could for a quick buck, you had a good reputation as one of the best engineers around Nexus City though. Phobos caught wind of your existence while passing one of your buddies who did work for him, the Soldat was telling their co-workers about your skills and how “you could fix anything you touched”. He's really exaggerating here, but he’s always been supportive of you, we’ll call him…. Tom, for easy reference.

The Director grew skeptical of your skills, it almost sounded too good to be true, and with how highly this mortal was talking about you, you must be good, after all, this was one of his top soldats, he wouldn’t be lying if he knew what was good for him.

“Really? She’s that good?” Phobos’s voice boomed from the door to the break room, many of the grunts flinched and straightened their postures in the Director’s presence, including Tom, who scrambled to turn around — knocking over his chair in the process — singled out as the rest of the room took a step back. The soldat stammered, caught completely off guard by Phobos’s sudden appearance, tensing as the much taller grunt stepped closer.

“Answer me, Soldat, is she as good as you say she is?” He asked with a dangerously calm tone, it was threatening, as if the Soldat said one wrong word he’d be beheaded on the spot, Phobos couldn’t bother to remember his name. 

Tom swallowed the lump in his throat quietly as Phobos towered over him, his glaring red monocle almost casting a red spotlight on his face, he seemed to take a deep breath before answering confidently, “Yes sir, she is the best I’ve seen in a long time.”

One of the engineers scoffed at that, unfortunately just loud enough to make the Director shoot them a glare, making their blood run cold and lower their head in fear. Phobos hummed in acknowledgment, returning to Tom “... very well.” Phobos drew in a breath, “Lucky for her, we are still in need of recruits, especially engineers, so they can help with the machines and whatever else they do around the Tower. You will bring her here tomorrow for an interview, if she’s as good as you say, she will be hired.” with the demand in place, Phobos stood back up to his full height, looking down at Tom as he slightly shook in his boots.

“... and if I don’t..?” 

Phobos’s glare intensified at the question, Soldats always seemed to be curious about the most insignificant things, how dare he question Phobos’ orders. 

“Then I will personally make you an example as to why you shouldn’t lie about someone’s capacities to me.” He finished sharply, turning on his heel and marching out of the room, nearly knocking Tom over with the mere force of him being hit by his cape.

As soon as the employees thought Phobos was out of earshot, he could hear many of them reprimanding Tom for not shutting his mouth when he had the chance, it did make a grin tug at the corner of his lips, thinking the way most just immediately jumped on Tom for being a little too positive about your abilities and being caught was absolutely hilarious. However, if you truly were as good as Tom claimed, then you might just earn your spot in the Tower, yet another stepping stone for his plan of achieving Godhood.

When Tom came to you with the story, you… didn’t exactly know how to feel, flattered Tom spoke so highly of you? Annoyed he dragged you into this situation? Or scared of what Phobos might do to you if you didn’t meet his expectations… Either way, anxiety shot up, you had been questioning whether to apply to Nexus Core though, maybe actually get a full-time job instead of living off freelance, so this was the best time than any other to actually get that job. Or suffer Phobos’s wrath.

You dragged Tom inside your home to explain to you how the machines in Nexus Core looked so you didn’t have any surprises when going over. It was very bare bones; Tom knew nothing of machines aside from basically what they did, but it was enough to help you through and figure it out yourself.

When the next day came, you put on your self-assigned work clothes and got a ride with Tom to the Science Tower, yawning the majority of the way there. Tom had to go in early as shit due to his status, meanwhile, you usually got to sleep in unless you had a job, you weren’t used to the early routine, but nothing a cup of coffee on the way there didn’t fix.

Going through the Tower was long-winded, to say the least, the thing looked bigger on the inside, and the number of floors… Christ, you were starting to reconsider this opportunity on the 10th flight of stairs you had to go through, and you weren't even in the middle of the tower yet. But going around the rooms you normally would’ve never had clearance to as a normal visitor to the museum part of the place was good to know which type of electronics you’d be working with; they seemed… complicated, and it made you nervous.

Tom had been leading you by the hand because he just didn’t want you to get lost, and then get yelled at for it, so before you knew it you were faced with the Director’s entry doors. The guards were cold in their tones, requesting Tom state his business before letting you both through, and honestly, you were not surprised to see how huge the office was, what you didn’t expect though was to see other scientists working around in the same room, just right there next to the Director, you wondered if these were high-rank employees or if this was a way of keeping them under Phobos’s personal surveillance.

The Soldat let go of your hand and gave you a look of reassurance before you both looked at the towering silhouette at the top desk, seeming to admire his city out the window; the scene looked like something almost out of a movie. Tom took a deep breath before marching up to his office, with you following suit, pausing only for a moment to hear the G03LMs announce your approach.

As you approached his desk, he didn’t turn to you both just yet. Glancing at the other two Soldats standing guard to his sides made you double-take; they looked almost exactly like Tom did in uniform, only these guys seemed to have more buttons and pins on their uniforms than Tom did, those must be a bitch to take off every laundry day. Tom cleared his throat lightly before bowing his head to the Director, motioning for you to do the same before speaking.

“Director, I have brought the engineer you requested.” Tom announced almost as if talking to a king. 

Phobos turned from his wide window to look at you both, the light from the dawn outside highlighted very few parts of him; it almost looked like a painting if it didn’t look oddly terrifying. He seemed to take a moment to analyze you before lifting his hand and lowering it a couple of inches down. “At ease, Lieutenant. You too, Engineer.” he boomed, allowing you both to stand straight again. His tone was sharp, but not harsh, simply an order.

Phobos retracted his hand into his cape, you’re not too surprised he actually wears the thing, Tom’s told you about the times he accidentally or intentionally knocked people over with his cape whenever he came around for lunch. 

“I will take it from here, I’d like to get to know our… Possible recruit. Return to your duties, Lieutenant.” he ordered again, your eyebrows furrowed a bit as Tom nodded and spun on his heel, giving you a pat on the shoulder before marching away. Your anxiety spiked as you were left to stare up at Phobos on your own.

Okay, I'm getting too carried away here, let me speed things up a bit.

Phobos gives you an interview himself, normally it would be someone lower in rank due to his schedule being SO busy with paperwork, but again, Tom gloated about you so much he just had to see you with his own eye, completely valid reason, right? Yea, yea sure. Also, escaping from the amount of paperwork from their projects and agreements with other companies was a little nice.

He got your basic info, you answered his questions, that he had written in little slips of paper with basic answers under them he had a handful of the engineers write, he’s by no means a “tech nerd” like you engineers, but he did his best to grab the essential answer from your longer explanations with a smile on your face, you seem to enjoy mechanics, good, the ones with more passion seemed to give better results.

After all of that, he got up from his chair and walked around his desk to you, damn he was far taller than you anticipated. He said he’d give you a tour of the place and have you fix a couple of things with the other engineers, under his monitoring; we don't need you going somewhere you don't need to be, of course.

So the whole day you followed him around, grouped with a couple of random engineers in the facility; you successfully fixed something — which as much as these machines looked complicated they had pretty standard problems to be fixed so far. Around lunchtime, he took you back to his office which was mostly empty aside from some scientists finishing up work before quickly leaving to get their food and finish it within the 2-hour break Phobos gave them, which was surprising, most jobs didn't even give an hour. You may have off-mindedly muttered about that being nice, Phobos, seeing it as an opportunity to make a better impression and gloat a bit, claimed it was because he understands how huge and time-consuming getting up and down the tower to the food court and back was, plus, he enjoyed the time to himself that the break gave.

One long and unnecessary speech about how great of an asset you’ll make to Nexus Core, how he sees great potential in you, and how he can see you climbing the ranks quickly later… You're hired! Congrats, you work for the minion look-alike now. Yippee.mp3. He gave you a handshake, let you know where you could get the proper uniform for your work, and set you free to go home, saying you’d start that next Monday. Telling the good(?) news to Tom on your way out, he took you out for a celebratory lunch at your favorite place. At least he was happy you’d get to see each other more often; work always got in the way of your hangouts.

Either way, working at the Tower isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, most of the time at least; you got to know a couple of Tom’s other friends and co-workers around your first day, setting you up with one of his most “trustworthy” engineer friend. Much to their dismay, Tom begged them to babysit you until you got the hang of things in return for like… 5 favors he’d owe them in return. We’ll call this one Kai. 

Kai did as promised, giving you a more in-depth rundown of how certain machines worked and what their most common problems to fix were just to give you a heads up, claiming they were feeling generous enough to let you know. Allowing you to take the lead in fixing some of these machines similar to how Phobos did in your interview, quizzing you from time to time on the machines, what they did, or how to fix a certain problem.

As much as they were incredibly monotonous in their voice, you could tell they were just as passionate about mechanics as you were.

Something you did notice throughout the day, however, was that the Director himself was around very often.

“Yep, that’s correct once again, great job [Name].” Kai gave you a tired nod and praise as you answered their question about the cloner in front of you correctly, glad you were paying attention to their ramblings about the machine earlier. You smiled at them behind your mask, hoping they saw how your eyes squinted to know so before they began to speak again.

“Now, this one has been having some problems with faulty wiring, I’ll fix this once since this equipment is so delicate, but I need you to watch and learn how it’s fixed so you-” Their thought process was interrupted halfway through unscrewing the machine’s control panel, raising their head and looking into space for a moment before looking at the doors to the room expectantly, cycling through every couple seconds, did they hear something? You mostly just heard the beeps and scribbles from the machines and the scientists, though… you felt some slight vibration at your feet. “.. is something wrong?” 

“... The Director’s coming… again… don't do anything-” 

“stupid, I know.” you finished their phrase as they continued with their work, feeling the vibrations of his footsteps approaching far clearer than before, ‘there are 3 doors leading to this room, two on the east and west, and one north-east up a staircase, it doesn’t feel like the footsteps are coming from above but I can’t tell where the sound of his boots are coming from, but… I’m willing to bet the… east door?’

The sound of a door opening to your right had half of the people in the room looking towards it, mainly those who were so lost in their work to notice, including you and Kai. ‘huh, it was the east… lucky guess..?’

You didn’t dare look at the Director for too long, after all, you had to focus on what Kai was doing… Kai, who was inspecting what the much taller grunt was doing with interest for a minute or so before going back to work with a light huff, sounded.. Baffled? You wondered what was wrong as you watched them mess with the wires, disconnecting and reconnecting a couple of set wires before starting to close the panel again, they worked fast that’s for sure.

“See? It’s pretty easy once you know which must be reconnected or switched around. Sometimes in a hurry some other engineers or scientists who don't know what they're doing mess up the wires and make the machine faulty.. The nerve of some people…” they muttered with a disappointed look, making you chuckle briefly before nodding in agreement, not before you felt a familiar looming presence behind you, though.

The large hand on your shoulder made you flinch as the Director’s voice nearly reverberated in your chest with how close he was, like a loud bass in giant speakers. 

“Heyy, how’s the work going-... [Name]..! Liking this magnificent Tower so far?" His tone was far friendlier than you’ve heard before, a smile clear in his tone; it seemed like he struggled to remember your name for a moment but you wouldn't blame him if it was the case, with so many workers here and this being your first day…

“Oh! Uh- great! The work- well, the introduction is going great! I do.. Enjoy it here!” you answered a half-truth with a nervous smile behind your mask, you knew he probably couldn't see it but expressions die hard. “Good! Good! And- hello to you too….. Kaaaailee, yes, Kailee.'' The pause with Kai’s name was longer, and the confidently incorrect answer made it painfully obvious he genuinely didn't remember their name; it was almost charming, just a bit.

“Close yet far, sir.” Kai mumbled to themselves as they gave him a small bow “Hello, Director.”

“How’s your work?” he questioned with a small tilt of his head, his hand still firmly placed on your shoulder. 

“Nearly done, sir. I’m just teaching Ms. [Name] here how our cloners work.” Kai gestured to you as Phobos nodded with satisfaction. 

“Good good, delightful. Anyway, I must get back to my duties. You treat our new engineer well, Kailee, we don’t want a 2-week’s notice so soon!” Phobos’s laugh echoed through the room, sounding almost cartoonishly villainous as he gave two firm pats on Kai’s back before walking off through the west door.

You gave him an awkward wave even if he didn't see it, a hand lingering on the warm spot from his hand on your shoulder for a moment, ‘... that was weird’ you thought before turning your attention back to Kai, who looked to be in slight pain, leaning against the cloner for support.

“... you good?” your hand placed on their shoulder gently, concern starting to lace your voice, Kai let out a small groan in annoyance. “He never knows how to regulate his strength… either way, that was quite the odd interaction.” They stood back up straight. 

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t be clueless. You noticed him following us too, right?” You paused before nodding with an unsure look, “Yeah- well, I mean.. It could just be a coincidence, right?” Kai shrugged their shoulders, 

“Maybe, but the patterns are just too convenient…”

“Patterns?” you questioned, giving them way to elaborate “Well, when he comes around, he scans the room quietly before he focuses in our direction, then tries to act natural by looking over other people before gravitating to where we are. Looking over us or- like he just did, and maybe strikes a conversation.”

“It is a little odd when you put it like that, but doesn't he monitor new people like me too? Surely this is normal-” Kai held up a hand, something you caught on to mean he wanted to stop you mid-sentence before speaking, interrupting you but not at the same time. “Not really, no, at least not that I’ve seen.. He never did that with me at least, nor with any other engineers that I’ve trained before.”

You were about to speak before another engineer passed by you, butting into your conversation. 

“I think yer thinkin’ into it too much again, Kai. Yer scarin’ the poor gal.” he softly punched the taller engineer on the arm, holding a box labeled ‘parts’ under his other arm, the thick southern accent being the first thing you noticed before processing his appearance, he turned to you. “Don’t ye worry yer tiny head about it, rookie, I’ve seen Ol’ Bos monitor some other newbies more closely like that befo’. Seems he does this stuff to ones who he thinks are troublemakers or ‘ave had a bad impression o’ him or Nexus as a whole! Ye don’t seem like the trouble kind, he’s probably just tryna give you a good impression or sumthin’.” he shrugged, stealing your bonnet for a moment to ruffle your hair lightly with a laugh before handing your hat back to you and walking off without another word.

Kai sighed with a shake of his head, rubbing the spot he was punched at as you fixed your hair with a light chuckle, “he’s in good spirits at least.” you mentioned as you repositioned your bonnet on your head, “I guess… he could be right, or not, Phobos is… a bit unpredictable at times… I hate it.” Kai complained as you chuckled again, he motioned for you to follow again, your shift wasn’t over yet and there was more machinery to fix.

I love expanding like this, even if this is probably not what you wanted, I’ll try to speed this up again.

Even after your first day, Phobos kept… lowkey stalking you through your first week, especially after Kai stopped holding your hand through things; you boiled it down to just being him making sure you're not getting into any trouble by yourself, though, it started becoming a bit more obvious that wasn’t the true intention as he started ‘accidentally’ bumping into you on the halls or taking the same elevator to places, sometimes even walking into you seemingly without noticing as you tried getting to Tom and Kai, who often invited you to have lunch with them at the break room if you weren't getting food at the patio.

Phobos didn't understand why he felt compelled to see you, he’s monitored newbies a few times, so this shouldn't be any different, yet… it was.

Most would try to get away as soon as possible unless he actively requested to have a talk with someone, no one dared stay around for long, they feared him, it was always the intent, to be feared, respected, to be this City’s GOD. Yet you were different, you weren’t scared; nervous at most, but it didn’t seem to be directed towards his presence completely. You consumed his thoughts when he was attempting to do his work, his mind gravitating to your face, your mannerisms, your laugh… It was frustrating, what had you done to him? It’s only been a couple of weeks and he’s enamored by you, he’s been attracted to other people before, albeit before he became Director, but it never seemed to go past their appearances, but this? This was bigger, this was more.

It didn’t take long for him to make sense of his thoughts, sure, a couple frustrations didn’t go unexpressed as he seemed to be unpredictable around. One day he’d be all gleeful and conversational with you, the other he’d be distant and judgemental, you assumed he was simply having stressful days… but your gut said to ask, to figure out what was wrong with your boss, especially since some of your coworkers found themselves with the short end of his temper.

So you asked, slipping into his office after the doormen left for lunch, you knew he was in there, he said he enjoyed the time for himself. The office was empty aside from his hunched-over shadow up at his desk, he didn’t hear you slip in as your boots clicked against the floor, making your way up to him.

He had his head resting in one hand as his other held a pen to a paper he didn't seem to read, simply staring straight down, taken by his thoughts. Soon you stood in front of his desk, holding his (allegedly) favorite cup of tea you had gotten based on his orders from the cafeteria in your hands, trying to find a way to gently snap him out of his thoughts without it backfiring harshly on you. Pulling down your mask from your face and letting it lay over your upper chest as you called out his name softly.

Took about 3 times and light taps on his desk for him to see you were there, irritation shifting to surprise to see you in his office, much more without your mask, he hadn’t seen your face properly since the interview… Clearing his throat, he asked what you were doing here, you explained that you were worried about him, and how stressed he was lately, so you came to ask if he wanted to talk, to rant, anything to make him less stressed just so he doesn’t end up killing anyone for a minor mistake sending him over the edge.

… You… wanted to talk… with him? I mean of course you would, he’s Nexus’ God-Emperor and Director after all, why wouldn’t you? Your words warmed his chest, you cared? You didn’t seem like the lying kind, and he had no reason to believe you would lie to him…

Of course, your request to spend time with him was accepted with a welcome, if you were anyone else he might have thrown you out of the window though. Your lunchtime was spent listening to the Director rant about anything he felt like telling you, about the worries of a certain grunt going against his cause, the stress of his goals, and the annoyance that was needed to cater to MERC and their demands for G03LMs, the angry and poorly written emails from their manager still sat in his drafts as he tried to word an unhostile email, it was hard!

He didn’t elaborate on certain things, but you didn’t pry, maybe if you did he’d get more stressed, that wasn’t your current goal. Though you couldn’t help but feel charmed by his demeanors, obviously he didn’t pass on opportunities to gloat about himself, but after he was done ranting, he asked to know more about yourself. It surprised you he was interested in your life at all, but he insisted, so you complied.

You both lost track of time, talking and laughing about funny stories from your lives and even gossiping about things outside and in the tower. Your previous image of Phobos had been broken, that intimidation and nervousness vanishing like smoke in the air, he was just like you and the others, if not a little up his ass but he was still a grunt like everyone else; He liked to gossip, he enjoyed technology and what it could do, he enjoyed comedy, horror, and action movies.

The more you talked, the more the both of you fell for each other, at some point he had forgotten to drink his tea, by the time Lunch was over and his guards came back wondering what you both were laughing about, the tea was cold.

You were disappointed to need to go back to work but you had machines to work on, Phobos suggested you pick up your conversation again the next day. And so followed your new routine, you’d come to work, do your thing, and stay with Phobos for the lunch hour until you went back to work, he even started messaging you after a while to send you goodnights or for you to elaborate on certain things he was really curious about from your conversations earlier.

It took a few months for him to ask you out, and even longer to finally ask you to be his. He made a big deal out of it, of course, it was something private between you both but he went all out on it, flowers, tuxedo, your favorite treat, the works. You made it official on the Tower’s rooftop, watching the sunset together.

He loves you just as much as he loves himself, dare I say even more, his diamond, his queen, he wants you to rule alongside him when he achieves Godhood. He hasn’t told you the full extent of his plans though, you know it's important but he won't elaborate on what he’s trying to do.

He loves PDA, getting a kick of showing others you’re his and only his, kisses, handholding, gentle touches along your sides and shoulders, etc. he doesn’t care about who sees you together, in fact, how dare they stare in the first place.

Phobos can be a bit of a jealous partner, getting protective and possessive of you at times if you hang out with your friends for what he deems to be too long. Later when you're both alone, he’ll remind you of who you belong to with long, deep kisses, and hold you against him, trapped in his arms. It’s nothing too rough to overwhelm you, he’d never forgive himself if he dared hurt you, he tries to take it lightly and playfully, trying to make you giggle even if he’s serious about his words.

Regardless he just wants you well, if you’re in any pain at all he WILL just give you the day off, mayhaps he’ll even excuse himself to keep you in his bedroom, staying with you and getting you anything you need, painkillers, water, anything you crave at the time. Spoils the HELL out of you, and will cling to you as long as you're comfortable.

Speaking of that, he’s a HUGE fan of physical touch. He’ll trace his nails along your back and gently rub your thighs when cuddling, trace his thumb along your knuckles when holding hands, touch legs when just sitting next to each other, and can't hold hands, rest his head on your shoulder and hug you if you're sitting on his lap. Playing with your hair… He’ll never admit he’s a fan of romance books, he’s always wanted to do this with someone, and with you he can finally relax and be soft-ish for once.

Also, he’s big spoon when you cuddle, he enjoys holding you more than anything, but if you insist on him being little spoon he won't protest much, being held is nice too.

If you have a spot when you keep your things at the tower he’ll take the time to leave you little gifts, mainly small things that you mentioned you’d like to buy some time or something, flowers, treats, even just little notes to lift your spirits. He enjoys being romantic, and if it means it’ll bring a smile to your lovely face then so be it.

Some of your co-workers are slightly concerned about your relationship, warning you of his manipulative ways at times, others can't be bothered to say anything because you keep Phobos in good spirits, and keep them from being yelled at so whatever. But he’d never manipulate you I’m sure… right?

Nicknames! My Dear, Starlight, My Love, My Queen, anything to do with your name, usually he’ll put “My” before the nickname because he enjoys reminding himself that he somehow managed to bag such a lovely person. It’s the only thing he questions about how he got so lucky.

He loves you beyond everything. It’s really gonna sting when he dies… Hope you’re ready for that.

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[bunnysthirstcorner]

Heyyy I saw your dino short fic can I request the same for gerhard fra from delico's nursery?? Please 🥺🙏

The Fra house was hosting it's annual party. It was a tradition in the Fall for the house to have a gathering for close friends and family to come together before the colder weather come. You had just placed your infant son, Angelico, to sleep. While the Fra house had maids and nurses to tend to the baby, he found your 'Do-it-yourself-' Attitude a bit of a pain as you could spend it getting more ravishing than usual. Armed with your glasses on and curly hair up in a simple yet elegant style.

You wore a rich red and black dress, the colors of the House of Fra, and your spicy cardamom perfume that he knew you liked, it was his favorite too. When you descended the stairs to greet your guests, he left you to your own devices, confident that you were safe with your three younger sisters that came. Dali and Frida came as expected, and he congratulated Frida on her pregnancy. The night progressed where one aristocrat had perhaps gotten a bit too drunk and his gaze was targeted at the Lady Fra.

"Lucky bastard to have a pretty thing...I'd keep you warm in bed" Was what caught Gerhards attention as he turned and soon found you in front, keeping your sister from the lecherous words and gaze of the man. Excusing himself, Dali even followed to try and help his wife and sisters. "Sir, perhaps it is time for you to retire-" You replied as the sight of your husband and Dali was relief. The drunken man placed his hand on your waist as he slurred "Pretty Tits on you, maybe you sho' follow me." And that was enough to cause Gerhard to placed a firm gloved hand on his shoulder, pulling him off as to place himself between you, your sisters and him.

"You insult the lady of the house! I will personally see you out!" Gerhard replied as guards came to pull the man out as Gerhard took you to a private room of the library to speak. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked as he held onto your cheek. He could tell your nerves were rattled as he was close but also kept space incase you needed it, but you were close to him as his presence was security enough to regain your composure. "I'm fine, Gerhard... I've never been treated like that or spoken like that before...It surprised me more than anything. "You replied as the Gerhard then adds "You should have called me over sooner instead of trying to solve it. Drunken fools won't listen to pretty women, especially women of the house." He lightly scolded, causing you to pout where he then gave a huff.

He hated when you were stubborn and so he decided to make a point by pinning you against the books, the force enough to knock one or two books out as he then said "If I were lesser than, I'd thought you were looking for the attention" He replied. Before you could comment, you soon felt a his breath close to your pulse point. "Gerhard, what're you-!?" You were paused when he bit but didn't drink. You were a vampire, the bite means nothing other than territorial mark. "There....A reminder to the other drunken fools that you are mine and of the Fra. Do remember this" He replied as he cupped your chin, looking up at his wine red eyes.

You couldn't speak as you just sighed and nodded. The rich men often ignored women so it was his way of assuring his scent and mark kept you safe from the others who'd get the same idea. You placed your hand on the mark, feeling softly where Gerhard parted to then say "Shall I end the party or continue?"

Your word was law as the women run the house. You shook your head as you went over, holding onto his arm. "No, we should continue. I'd hate the Fra house to be seen as lesser cause of some drunk. I'll see my sisters off and return to you" You replied as Gerhard smiled as he's glad you got the point he was trying to make.

"Good....A proper aristocrat's wife you are."

[matmiraculous]

Please Please Please more girl dad dev headcanons 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Your wish is my command!!!

- Cosmo and Wanda visit in their human forms. They babysit occasionally.

- Delilah has a witchy phase.

- Once Hazel told Dakota to go over and call Dale a fatass. Dakota called him a motherfucker. This is based off of something I did as a toddler.

- Their cats are named Shovel, Trevor, and Sir Fluff Mitten Francis III

- Delilah definitely has Tumblr.

- Dev is so known for carrying Delilah around to meetings that his employees bring her snacks.

- His employees were delighted when they heard he was having a second kid.

- SOMEHOW Dale and Dakota get along. Dev is confused, hurt, and strangely delighted at this. Hazel begrudgingly allows it sine Dev still has the tiniest attachment.

- Hazel really wants another kid.

- Dev and Hazel go out for date nights at least twice a month.

- Dev freaks out when Delilah gets a boyfriend for the first time but it's mostly just worry that she's growing up too fast and won't ever talk to him again.

- Delilah makes her dad cry once when she says she hates him after she comes in from sneaking out.

- They make up after that and become almost as close as when she was little.

- Dakota and Dev go to a lot of rich functions together.

- Dakota tried to sneak a fourth cat in but was caught. The cat was returned to its owner.

- When Dakota is 14 and Delilah 17, Hazel gets pregnant by surprise. It's a boy! They name him Perry Anthony Dimmadome-Wells.

- Yes Cosmo and Wanda cry.

- No they technically don't remember Peri.

- Dev was a bit awkward with Perry but loves him all the same. It was just harder for him.

[chaggie4ever]

Ok I can’t help it - I gotta talk spoilers/leaks. Don’t worry I’ll keep it to very clearly marked posts and make it so you have to expand to see anything. Please lmk if I’m missing anything 🥰😘🫡 (and I will delete any lectures - I’m desperate for content and while I don’t support the guy who did this, I’m still gonna eat cause I’m starving XD also they caught him and jailed and fined 100k 🍻)

SPOILERS

SPOILERS

SPOILERS

SPOILERS

SPOILERS

Official:

- Creator Viv summarized season 3 as “revelations” and season 4 as “family” and likes season 3 the most, alluding to this being where more Lilith is revealed

- We get a sexy pop Chaggie song

- Vaggie’s bow “suits her” per her voice actress - maybe backstory?

- Charlie will question her worldview and work on her powers

- More Vox as main antagonist

-Nifty gets a fast paced song

-Baxter finally appears - replaced by sir Pentious in final story edits, he’s basically a fishy mad scientist who wants to study redemption - there’s an official clip a few seconds long but also longer leaked where Charlie cannot stop calling him Pentious

-Erika (VA) accidentally said that Charlie would be talking to Lilith at some point

Leaked:

- Lute is losing her shit and hallucinating Adam with a super badass solo (see TikTok Gravity) - she alludes to killing Vaggie and I’m fucking terrified but the song is fire 🔥

- Lute has a gold arm prosthetic that seems fully functional; can Vaggie have an eye please? 🙏

- Lute is very openly arguing in court against Sera and Abel and there’s a hilarious exchange when she learns she’s not head exorcist + she begs Sera more after the trial too

- Abel is the leader of the exorcists even though Adam didn’t like him - he’s a pacifist and either dating or besties with St Peter

- Pentious was a coward who watched a Jack the Ripper-esque character kill women in the 1800s and didn’t report it - he redeemed himself by trying to save his friends (this whole scene is on TikTok with Sera and Pentious crying and Lute being a brat)

- Pentious wants to go back to hell with his friends and Emily tries to get him happy there and makes heavenly egg bois for him (song is on TikTok and the worst of those released - kinda welcome to heaven like in quality… least favorite so far)

- The Sailor moon esque character referred to in some interviews is the speaker of god, who resembles Stolas and his family… leaving many to speculate if they are fallen angels

- Alastor was a serial killer who promised a mysterious task for Rosie, who owns his soul until he completes it - he was mistaken for a deer and shot but became the most powerful sinner in hell in return - they have a super catchy cute 1920s duet (also on TikTok - mimzy cameo on top of his piano in his flashback too)

- Awesome banter with Lucifer and Alastor (Cheri and Angel watching and Angel tells Lucifer he should have moved in sooner)

- Vees giving hotel bad press and somehow potentially involved Charlie hitting Velvete and harping on how she didn’t “closed fist hit” her while Vaggie tries to get her to let it go and stay at the hotel + cute I love you exchange but also more steamrolling by Charlie not listening to her GF…

- there’s official art of Alastor restrained and I’ve heard things about Vox threatening to rape him but I’ve not found this myself and heard it was a fake Russian hack? Idk

- pilot from 2019 is NOT cannon, with Charlie meeting Killjoy for the first time and reaffirming that she is bisexual (lots of homophobia) + she has nifty with her!

Ok what am I missing? I didn’t find anything for husk and only those single scenes for Angel, Lucifer, and Vaggie. I’ve heard it was mostly the first two episodes but I hope these three don’t get neglected and it’s just that the first 2 eps are more Heaven/Lute/Alastor focused

[senka-mesecine]

Returning from the trenches to ask again for a favour but can we get a steamy night encounter at camp with Barnes? 👀 Please and thanks 🙏 Take your time and I appreciate what you do for this small fandom

Not Someone You'd Want Running into in the Dark.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gifset by @woman-with-no-name

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inspired by @atmostories

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-"You're out here tweakin', you come to me!"-

What you remember most vividly is him pointing his thumb at his own chest with all the conviction and emphasis in the world and you shaking your head, looking away and trying to distance yourself from his face protruding towards you like a hawk throwing its beak out, looming, causing you to feel more flustered than you've ever recalled being in your whole goddamn life. Your recollection comes in heated waves, even as his head was in between your thighs, days later, eating you out.

-"I prefer not to, sir. Respectfully."-

You tried to bail out then as gently and as diplomatically as humanly possible but the very fact you were here and now was a testament to you falling into temptation; at 0000 hours. The dead of night. Cockstruck, as he so aptly called you. You were stressed in the past few weeks, disoriented due to it, unable to preform your duties the way Barnes thought you were supposed to preform them --- certainly not sloppily. With efficacy. Of course, he just as well thought something's to be done about that.

You reminisced about his words even as his tongue was actively lashing your clit.

Your spine bends.

-"Yeah, right, you just prefer respectfully screwin' with the way of things instead, ain' that right?"-

A taunt. He was taunting you.

He practically spat out the word 'respectfully' not unlike a slur.

-"Cogging up the machine."-

He added and something about that line stuck with you even now.

Your fingers coiling into his shoulders.

What you learned about Sergeant Barnes is that he had this fervent belief in the order of things and maintaining said order by any means necessary. Fragging someone. Threatening them. Killing. Tonguefucking them, sure, why not. Tonguefucking you specifically, that is. If it worked, it worked. And the reason it worked, he might claim, is because it beat stupid ideas straight out of your head and placed you back on the right path being functional again. Not going around breaking down and breaking down everything along with you.

This was a disciplinary measure.

-"I'm responsible for the engine! Shit running tight 'n smooth 'round here! Now, you fuck with that ---"-

You remember him being in your face, cornered somewhere dark.

Trailing off. Not finishing his own sentence.

Like he wanted to say something truly and genuinely terrible.

And in a rare bit of mercy directed at you, last minute, he decided not to.

-"You don't fuck with that."-

Barnes merely repeated firmly, reiterating his own point.

-"Or you gonna end up gettin' fucked six ways from Sunday until you're focused and keen if you don't get your head outta the clouds and it's gon' be me who does it."-

His voice and the threat behind it is blurry in your head, the reality of now pulling you back by a thousand hooks as he was making due of that promise right now, in the flesh. You beg. You plead. Your tone cracking, hoarse. Overstimulated in your parted, gasping mouth. You're all sweat in the humid night air; the exertion of your body manifesting in the form of moisture soaking your fatigues --- you were long past orgasming. You were merely coming undone in depleted, wet, frustrating heaves, downright feeling the texture of his scarring, the many dents, bruises and scratches traced and brushed against the inside of your thighs. He devours wordlessly, without making a sound, nonetheless working you so profoundly, so ceaselessly, you could feel your hips practically vibrate and shake. Your eyesight's dotted with black needles, turning you momentarily blind atop of the collection of burlap soil bags you were sprawled out on, your neck thrown back --- somehow, the long reach of his arms around you enough for his fingers to be coiled around your jaw. Your mouth. -"I want you inside of me. Please, sir. I need it. Please."- You implore, finding his tongue wasn't enough. You wanted this, needed this, in fact, to go all the way. He stops working you for but a second and him separating himself from your cunt is pure torture. Your torso practically bucks into nothing, instinctively looking for him. His face is mere inches above yours, the lower half of it slick and shiny with your cum. You could smell yourself on him, warm and salty. -"Ion fuck before marriage."- He cocks his head and you can't tell if he was being serious of taunting yet again. You have to be a little amused at least. -"What's this called then?"- You manage, moaning, still catching your breath under him, your sore clit pulsating with what you could only call a tense, drumming heartbeat. You were so glutted and gorged, you were certain he could merely touch you with the tip of his index finger and you'd cum undone yet again just from the contact alone. -"Greasin' the wheel."- He answers without hesitation, not at all cockily, more like with all the seriousness in existence. His eyes display that. Barnes doesn't blink as he says it.

-"If I were fuckin' you, you wouldn't be good no for service and it's lucky for you I ain' made an honest woman out of'ye yet for you to be fearin' that."-

He utters those words so matter-of-factly, with a profuse drawl and with only the slightest hint of teasing wrapped in a very steadfastly sincere outfit that you momentarily snort at, positively entertained, leaving you actually grinning and lightheaded for the first time after what you figured were weeks. What? Too conservatively conventional to put his cock inside of you, not too conservatively conventional to fuck you every other way under the sun, but somehow still too fixated on your fitness of performing day-to-day duties not to have you walking exhausted, bowlegged and limping around the base, slowing yourself down and slowing everyone around you down too by proxy? What an amusing patchwork of infinite contradictions he tended to be.

-"Better."-

You exhale, the blissed out nature of your state finally hitting you.

Your lounging arms thrown up above your head.

He's stood up, leaning on his right arm to do so, giving the fact your fatigue trousers were on the ground beside your feet with some molecule of scrutiny, like he didn't want the uniform he ripped off and threw there himself, disrespected.

-"It's better. I'm better."-

You clarify, smiling a little.

Smiling even more once he scooted down to neatly fold your trousers, throwing them atop of your chest, his finger and his whole tank top clad, exposed arm pointing at you, like he was giving you a signal to make yourself decent instead of your ass being out on the breeze and knowing Barnes, that's exactly what he was doing too. He didn't even bother wiping his mouth. You were still slick and shiny on his lips as he spoke with a scowl. The boys, you figured, might suppose he had a midnight drink, but even if they knew they truth you understood they wouldn't dare comment anyway. Barnes, generally, it was understood, wasn't someone anyone wanted to run into at base after hours if they could help it. Or even during daytime unless it was neccessary.

-"Y'better be next to me ready and focused at 0600 sharp or ye'll be runnin' into me in the dark again."-

Before turning around and walking into the moonless pitch blackness, he warns, no doubt finding that now that he's greased the wheel, the machine could optimally resume running as it should've. Truth was, though --- you wouldn't have minded running into him in the dark again soon.

[tommonikercomics]

OKAY OKAY I JUST RETURNED FROM WAR BUT I HAVE A SILLY LITTLE HEADCANON

In our odd little server’s modern au, Buttons works at American Eagle Outfitters- and now this is where I use my special puppy-dog eyes because I would DIE for American Eagle employee Buttons. Its just. So perfect. So perfectly stupid, but so genuinely plausible that I’m DYING.

(I feel like Oliver Twist rn, “please sir, may I have summore?? 🥺🙏” core)

Adding on from the previous bit of modern Buttons! Can confirm retail work puts you in a constant state of "freaking out" 🙏😔🤣

[lightwing-s]

Alfred's point of view of food!vlogger reader when they reach for the same apple and her talking about jason please🙏🙏🙏

Jason's pov

“Oh! I’m sorry sir,” Alfred heard you say after accidentally touching hands when you reached for the same apple at the stand. “You can have it”.

He noticed a pink blush taint your cheek, matching the color of your light sundress. A shy smile plastered on your face and apologetic eyes.

“It’s no problem,” he said. “These apples look pretty inviting and I’m sure there are plenty to feed an entire cloud of bats.” you laughed at his joke and he gave you a genuine smile in return. It’s been long he got to hear a similar sound, as life with Bruce had been growing gloomier by the day, and he missed his boys and their mess around the house, even if they always led him into more work. He was in desperate need of a glint of happiness.

Rainy and somber skies traded for bright and sunny ones. He was glad to leave Gotham for once, and felt a light sensation in his chest upon waking up this morning. “I’m sure you could find some great recipes to use these apples in.” he told you.

“They’d taste amazing, but I’m actually looking for strawberries. It’s been hard finding…”

“Good ones these days?” he cut you mid sentence. “I’ve been wanting to make strawberry tarts for a while but I don’t seem to ever find really good ones.”

“Isn’t it!?” you answered loudly. “Gosh, my boyfriend loves strawberry tarts and I’ve been having the same problem. What is it with their harvest recently, has any super villain decided to ruin them for us?”

It was now your turn to get a laugh out from Alfred, who accompanied you in a search for decent strawberries so you could feed your dear boyfriend his beloved tarts. He listened to you rambling about how sweet of a boyfriend yours was, and how much of a gentleman he was too. He was getting to know how you two got together when perfect looking, big and bright red strawberries popped in your line of view.

“Those look so good, Alfred.” You said, wrapping your arm around his and dragging him along to the stand where the strawberries were on.

“Well, Y/n. Now your boyfriend can get all the dessert he wished for.” You giggled, and you two started selecting the best ones out of the bunch. Then, you seemed to notice something familiar in the distance, and moved slightly away from where you once stood.

“Jason! Babe!” he heard you call someone he could only imagine was your boyfriend. Following your gaze, he saw a familiar tall build he would recognize anywhere, and laughed by himself at the coincidence. You both had the same person in mind when thinking of the strawberries, and were talking about this same person without noticing it was the same one. The world sure could be funny sometimes.

A funny feeling began to grow in his heart upon this realization. Seeing the way you looked at him, and the way Jason looked at you in return made his old heart warm up and this lightness fill his body. All those sweet words you’d been saying were meant to his Jason, and he was so, but so, glad they were. So he stood there, like a proud father, watching as the largest smile spread in Jason’s face. One he hadn’t seen a long, long time.

“My new friend, Alfred, and I were just chatting about how difficult it’s been to find such good strawberries these days, isn’t it?” he heard you approach him again, dragging Jason by the hand. When Jason looked at him, he gave Alfred a soft smile, not as big as the one he gave you, but just as honest.

Extending his hand, he greeted the boy as he arrived at his side. “Nice to finally see you again, Master Jason.” And nice to see you happy again, too.

a/n: i finally could finish something, i'm so proud of myself lol

[jamiewintons]

57.

"I can think of a more fun way you can thank me."

With Fickelgruber..? 🙏 Maybe he helped reader out of a sticky situation involving criminals or money because he knows the constaple or something

57. "I can think of a more fun way you can thank me."

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY), Fickelgruber being manipulative leading to dubcon.

You should have known better than to tell your boss about your money troubles, but he’d been rather persistent about asking you what was going on.

You’d been incredibly stressed recently, and it had been quite obvious to everyone around you. Fickelgruber had asked you over and over what was wrong, and time and time again you’d brushed him off, telling him that it was nothing. But eventually you caved and informed him that you were having difficulties paying your rent, and that your landlord was threatening to evict you if you paid late again.

"Oh well, not to worry, dear. I can always give you a raise," Fickelgruber told you casually, a smile on his face, "And an advance on your pay cheque. That should keep your pesky landlord off your back, shouldn’t it?"

"Really, sir? You’d do that for me?" You felt both relieved and joyful, all of your worry washing away in that very moment.

"Of course. I cannot have my best employee living on the street, can I?" He opened his draw and retrieved his chequebook, then hastily scribbled on it with his pen. Then, Fickelgruber ripped it from the chequebook and held it out to you. "This should be enough, shouldn’t it?"

You took the cheque from Mr. Fickelgruber and your eyes widened when you looked at how much he had made out to you. "Oh, sir, this is enough to cover my rent for a whole year, and then some!" You had to restrain yourself from jumping up and down for joy - you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your employer, after all. "How can I ever repay you?"

Fickelgruber smirked, seemingly amused by the grin on your face. "Why don’t you get back to work, and we’ll figure that out tomorrow."

~

The next day you walked into Mr. Fickelgruber’s office, clutching an envelope in your hand. You’d wanted to do something to thank him for how much he’d helped you, but you’d had no idea what to get him. In the end, you settled on a simple thank you card. It was hardly anything, but you hoped that the thought would count. When he arrived, he went over to sit at his desk, and not long after you heard him opening an envelope.

A few more moments, and you heard him say your name. You walked over to his desk, a nervous smile on your face.

"A thank you card, how quaint," Fickelgruber said, putting the card aside. "But I did help you a great deal. I’m not sure that a simple card is enough for you to show your gratitude."

You felt a pang of guilt in your heart, and your gaze fell to the floor. Of course it wasn’t enough, how could you have been so stupid? "I-I’m sorry, Mr. Fickelgruber…" you stammered in response.

"No need to apologise, dear. In fact, I can think of a more fun way you can thank me." When you looked up to meet Mr. Fickelgruber’s gaze once more, there was a look in his eyes that made your stomach do somersaults. He stood from his chair, approaching you slowly. You were frozen in place, not knowing what to do. Was he really going to ask you to…?

Fickelgruber took your hand, bringing you behind his desk. He sat back down in his large office chair, and smirked as he enjoyed your confused expression. "Well, what are you waiting for? On your knees, dear."

"Mr. Fickelgruber, I—"

"I saved you from getting evicted. Who knows what could have happened to you if you ended up on the street? All I’m asking for is one little thing in return." Still, you hesitated, and Fickelgruber’s expression grew darker. "Oh well, perhaps I shall retract that raise I gave you yesterday. Maybe I’ll even have to pay you even less than I did before, just to teach you a lesson."

"Sir, please! You can’t—"

"Yes, I can. And I will, if you don’t do ask I told you and get on your knees." Mr. Fickelgruber sounded angrier than you’d ever heard him sound before in the time that you’d worked for him. You felt a lump forming in your throat.

You had no choice. There was nothing you could do but follow Mr. Fickelgruber’s order. "Yes, sir," you responded weakly, feeling absolutely defeated.

"That’s a smart girl. I’m glad you know what’s good for you." Fickelgruber watched intently as you dropped to your knees in front of him. Once you had settled down between his legs, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. To your surprise he was already hard, even though you hadn’t touched him yet. Did taking advantage of your vulnerable position really turn him on that much? You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so cruel. "Go on, dear. We don’t have all day."

You sighed, taking his cock in your hand and slowly beginning to stroke it. Fickelgruber let out a soft moan at your touch - he’d been waiting for this for a long time, pretty much since the day you’d walked into his office for your job interview, and it felt even better than he’d imagined. Your hand was so warm and soft, but he wanted more.

“Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do?” Fickelgruber suggested, and he savoured the defeated look in your eyes as you complied and brought your lips to his tip, your tongue darting out cautiously to lick him. “Ah, that’s it, darling. Good girl.” His hand came to rest on top of your head, gently but firmly pushing you down so that you took more of his dick into your warm, wet mouth.

You didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but you knew that you’d have to impress him if you wanted to keep your job. So you began to bob your head up and down at a steady pace, swirling your tongue around his shaft. You couldn’t quite take all of him in - not yet, anyway - so you used your hand to stroke the fraction of his cock that had been left unattended to. Fickelgruber’s moans were getting louder above you, and you felt a fluttering sensation in your lower stomach. You could tell he was enjoying himself, and for whatever reason, knowing that made you feel good as well.

“I’m close, dear,” you heard Fickelgruber groan after a few more minutes, and the hand that had up until this point been resting on your head now grabbed at your hair, forcing himself a little further into your mouth. You closed your eyes and tried not to gag, tears beginning to well in your eyes from the strain. “You’re going to swallow every last drop for me, aren’t you?”

You made a humming noise that you hoped Fickelgruber understood was a ‘yes’, and after a few more thrusts you heard him let out a long moan as he spilled his cum down your throat. Just as you had promised, you swallowed every single drop of what he gave you, not wanting to waste anything or make a mess. Once he was spent, he used his grip on your hair to pull you off his softening cock, and you took some much needed, very deep breaths.

“That was wonderful, dear,” Fickelgruber panted, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He was still gently stroking your hair as he calmed down from his high. “You certainly earned that raise. Perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a chance to earn another one soon, hmm?”

Send me a prompt from this list + a Baynton boy and I’ll write a drabble!

[enden-k]

i’m absolutely hooked on your grimms games story.. feel like an orphaned kid (youri) begging for more scraps! please sir... can i have some more 🙏🙏. i have a good load of questions though tehe... feel free to ignore any, i know its a lot

1. you mentioned that the games are all played for the entertainment of others, but i wondered what you meant by that? does this mean there’s a higher organisation that watch these games for fun... or are the games broadcasted to the people of the city for their entertainment?

2. how long do these games typically last? i assumed they happen every year.. but do the teams have a set time frame to complete the game by, or are there no time restrictions + the game simply ends when there’s only one team standing?

3. do the games only consist of fighting, or are there external forces involved in tricking and endangering the players? for example.. collapsing buildings, natural disasters, acid rain? (which makes me wonder whether the games are held in a controlled arena, distant + abandoned grounds, or within the city and among the ppl)

4. shorter question! but how do people enter the games? the fighting siblings and the surrounding team members?

5. does kaia like women.. would she perhaps be interested in kissing girls.. just asking... for a friend.. 🫣🏳‍🌈..

ALSO I’M REALLY SORRY, I KNOW THERE’S A LOT OF QUESTIONS... i’m not expecting an answer for all of them dw, only answer whatever u feel like answering 🫶 but omg i am SO hooked on this story, on ur characters.. (particularly izayah, kaia and tay) sending u all the love!!!

!!!!!!!!! thanks for the interest and asking!!!!

2) the game starts once both siblings set foot into the city and ends when the first sibling dies. the losing sibling will be eaten by the entity, finishing the ritual and once it hungers again, the games will be repeated and hosted by the winning sibling. until then, they rule (usually nothing less than 10 years), having all their wishes fulfilled

1) for this, i have to babble a bit abt the story/inspiration behind it. when i first drew this story, i was 14 and inspired by a fairytale my adoptive father used to read to us every evening when we were younger. idk if the story of hansel and gretel is known to all of you (i think it should?) but its literally the story my comic used to be heavily based on until i made changes over the years n stuff.

in my comic, i mentioned a ritual and sacrifice etc. its all for a strange, demonic entity who lured the first siblings into the woods centuries ago and the games were eventually made for. the sacrifices, the deaths are all for its entertainment, the souls to feed it. in return, it nurtures, powers and protects the cursed city

3) the entire cursed city is their battlefield and there are few safe zones where theres no fighting allowed and where they can encounter each other on a neutral basis (hospital, central part/main business district, ...). other than that, its pretty much purge-style. no rules, everything is allowed

4) the siblings are chosen by the entity itself early on, destined (cursed) to find their way into the woods and the city, lured by the entity. this goes only for the siblings, the main players.

for fairness, each team has fixed, same roles where the possible players are lit raised for it (like youri. he was taken in and raised to be the "guardian" among many other orphans). all members get picked by the siblings themselves, theyre responsible for their teams quality and quantity

5) kaia doesnt like much, shes entirely driven by hatred................but to answer that, yes she does jkjsbdjk

some answers are quite short, i came home from work and am a lil dead tbh but yea maybe ill pick these up some time again and elaborate more or so!!

[ifoundyo-u]

Hi there! Can we please get a Geto Suguru one shot where, despite his hate for humans, ironically he falls in love with reader (fem human reader or gn, whatever it’s up to you). Like maybe you can describe the from hate to love path they go through^^.

Sorry if I didn’t explain myself clear, English isn’t my mother tongue 😅

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you’ll like it <3

Disclaimer : English is not my mother tongue so be nice 🙏

Words : 2100

Scenario : In which, despite his hate for non-sorcerer, Suguru Geto fall for one. From hate and fear to love and comfort.

TW : Mention of murder

GETO X F!READER

Falling in love with you

The neon lights of Tokyo's bustling cityscape cast an eerie glow on the quiet streets as you, a young waitress, made your way to your night shift at a cozy little cafe. Unknown to you, this night would change your life forever.

As you served some customers with a genuine smile, you couldn't help but overhear a conversation at a nearby table.

Sitting at the table on your left, was a tall man with long black hair tied back at the back of his head, and a strand falling down in front of his face. He had squinted eyes and large earlobes, each with a piercing. He was dressed in a yellow rakusu with green tiles over a black yukata and black pants. This particular-looking man was accompanied by a short, chubby, bald man, he was wearing a light-colored striped suit.

They were at a table for a good twenty minutes, you had seen one of your coworkers greeting them and taking their order earlier. You had immediately noticed the black haired man's coldness towards your colleague and secretly wished you didn't have to serve him. You're not one to judge people, there's always a good reason why people react the way they do, but tonight you really weren't fit enough to deal with a rude customer. Indeed, you'd had quite a headache for a week now, nothing seemed to make it go away and you were starting to get seriously exhausted from the pain. You'd been sleeping poorly ever since. Your focus go back to the two men, who seemed to have been arguing since their arrival in the café.

-"Geto-sama, I can assure you that I'll be able to resume monthly donations within the next month, just long enough for my company to get back on its feet."

-"Kanemori-san, I've been ignoring your lack of activity in the cult for months. If I don't receive anything or anyone by tonight…you know damn well what will happen."

Their conversation seemed strange to you. A cult? this guy Kanemori owed money to that Geto guy, that you clearly understood. The threats he made to the poor little man sent a chill down your spine, even though you weren't even involved.

You then accidently met this Geto's gaze. An even more intense shiver ran through your body, and you're sure you trembled under the pressure of his gaze. Suddenly, your coworker put his hand on your shoulder, startling you.

-"Y/N! here's for table 18!" he smiled sweetly, passing you two plates.

Wait, table 18? that's the two men's table. You swallow hard and try to return your coworker's smile.

-"Thanks, I'll bring it right away".

You took a deep breath before heading for table 18. You pushed the negative thoughts from your mind, you were nobody to judge these people, you keep repeating yourself. You approached them, a soft smile on your lips, and set their plates down in front of them.

-"Good evening Sirs, here are your food, if you need anything, don't hesitate!"

The two men glared at you, but you kept on smiling. Before leaving, you quickly noticed that Geto was staring at the top of your head, so you gave him a questioning look, but he said nothing, lowering his gaze to his food before muttering

-"Stupid monkey"

Excuse me?! Oh how you wanted to call him back and ask him to dare to repeat what he'd just said. But you quickly reconsidered, partly because of your headache, but also because you didn't want to lose your job. You hadn't forgotten the conversation you'd overheard, either; this man seemed powerful and threatening. You lived alone in the center of Tokyo, so it was best to avoid that kind of trouble.

As the night went on, you tried to keep up a smile despite the exhaustion and pain. Not to mention the rather uncomfortable stares Geto was throwing at you. What had you possibly done to him? He and his partner finally left after a solid hour. This was a small relief for you, as he really seemed to be putting a heavy strain on the café, which only you seemed to be experiencing.

Your shift ended around midnight. You greeted the few of your coworkers who were finishing cleaning up the café before stepping out into the dark streets of Tokyo. It was slightly cold, so you tucked in your jacket and hurried home. You only lived a 10-minute walk from the café, which was quite convenient, especially when you finished late. You'd never been particularly afraid of walking home alone at night, the neighborhood was well reputed and given the short distance you thought nothing could happen to you. However, that particular night, without being able to justify or explain it, you had the feeling of being particularly watched, but nobody seemed to be around, and you eventually made it home safely. Once you'd warmed up in your apartment and had a good shower, you took some medicine to hopefully ease your headache, then went straight to bed.

You woke up the next morning, you didn't have to work today so you took the time to prepare yourself a good breakfast and settle down in front of the TV. However, when you turned on the TV, you were immediately greeted by the regional news and its headline

Murder in central Tokyo

Your eyes widened as the front of the café you worked at appeared on the screen. Your stomach flipped as the victim's face finally showed up.

Kanemori

The man who accompanied last night's intimidating man, Geto. Your thoughts were going 100 miles an hour. Geto had threatened this Kanemori last night, you'd heard it, you'd witnessed it. Did he…? No, that's impossible. You refuse to believe that. Your whole being refused to believe it. You turned off the TV and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be all right.

You spent the whole day walking in endless circles, trying to forget about all this, but how could you? You busied yourself as best as you could for the rest of the day, knowing that the next day you'd have to go back to the café.

The next night, you were back at work, the atmosphere at the café was tense, and a cloud of unease hung over the staff and patrons alike. The recent murder weighed heavily on everyone's minds. You couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread as you went about your duties. Not many customers were there that night, probably because of all that had happened, but you couldn't blame them, you'd have avoided the area too if you had been able to.

As the night progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, just like the previous night. It was an eerie sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The cafe's emptying tables only added to the eerie silence. Eventually, you found yourself at Table 18, the same table where Geto Suguru and Kanemori had sat the previous night. Your heart raced as you remembered the chilling encounter with Geto. You couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting him to appear again. And that's when he walked into the café

--

Geto Suguru had been observing Y/N from a distance, his presence shrouded in the darkness that concealed him. He couldn't explain the strange fascination that had taken hold of him. He had always despised non-sorcerers, seeing them as insignificant in the grand scheme of his jujutsu sorcerer world. Yet, there was something about Y/N that drew him in, something he couldn't ignore.

He stepped into the café and immediately noticed the waitress stiffen. He sat down at table 18 without saying a word.

As he watched her serve the customers with a genuine smile, a feeling of unease settled in his chest. He had come to the cafe with a purpose yesterday, a sinister mission to collect a debt owed to his cult. Kanemori's life had been forfeit, and Geto had made sure of it. But Y/N had unwittingly become a part of this twisted web, and he couldn't stay away. Their brief interaction at the table only fueled his obsession. Her soft smile in the face of his hostility had left an indelible mark on him.

He couldn't understand why he felt this way, why he couldn't stop thinking about her. As the night wore on, Geto couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/N. He watched her as she moved around the cafe, serving the few remaining customers. Her exhaustion and pain were evident, but she soldiered on with determination. Only he could see it, the reason for her exhaustion, the curse hanging over the young waitress's head.

He found himself returning to the area around the cafe, unable to stay away. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. His obsession with Y/N was a distraction he couldn't afford, especially with the cult's plans in motion. But he couldn't help himself. Night after night, sometimes he went into the café, and other times he stayed in the dark. His body would unconsciously bring him back here. He would watch from the shadows, waiting for Y/N to finish her shift and walk home alone. He couldn't explain why he did it, why he couldn't stay away from her. But as the days turned into weeks, Geto's obsession grew. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, even during his cult's meetings and sinister rituals. She had become a forbidden desire, a temptation he couldn't resist.

As he sat at table 18 again one night, Y/N approached, her nervousness palpable. The atmosphere in the cafe had become even more charged with his presence. He watched her closely, his gaze never leaving her. The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

-"Good evening, sir," Y/N greeted him, her voice trembling slightly. "What can I get for you tonight?"

Geto's eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, he was lost in the depths of her gaze.

-"I'll have the same as last time," he replied, his tone softer than before.

Y/N nodded and quickly went to fetch his order. Despite her fear and unease, she couldn't help but feel a strange connection to Geto. Thoughts of him had occupied her mind during her sleepless nights, and now, seeing him again, she couldn't deny the undeniable pull she felt toward him.

As Y/N returned with Geto's order, she tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but her heart raced. She couldn't understand why Geto's presence had such an effect on her. She had heard rumors about him and his involvement in the cult, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that drew her in despite her better judgment.

Geto took a bite of his food but continued to watch Y/N with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't explain his own obsession either. It defied logic and reason, but he couldn't resist it.

Their eyes met again, and this time, something changed. Geto could see the discomfort in Y/N's eyes, and he realized that she was suffering. He couldn't let her continue to be burdened by whatever curse had been placed on her. Unable to contain his growing concern for Y/N, Geto decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew he had the power to exorcise the curse that plagued her, even if it meant revealing his jujutsu sorcerer abilities.

With a deliberate movement, Geto reached out and lightly tapped the top of Y/N's head with his index and middle fingers, almost like a gentle flick on the forehead. It was a jujutsu sorcerer's technique, a simple yet effective way to exorcise curses. Y/N gasped as a rush of energy surged through her body. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The headache that had plagued her for weeks disappeared in an instant, leaving her feeling lighter and more alive than she had in a long time.

Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. The pain that had tormented her for so long had disappeared and she felt an immense relief. She looked at Geto in amazement.

-"You… How?" she stammered, her voice filled with gratitude and disbelief.

Geto's expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something akin to compassion. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to reveal a little of his humanity, and this had created an unexpected bond between them. Geto simply handed her a card.

-"If the pain ever comes back, call me."

[heyoitsangelo]

guys reblog this so gerard way can see this‼️‼️

*sniff* sIR PLEASE 🙏RETURN FROM THE WAR I DREW YOU CAN U PLEASE COME BACK‼️WHEN IS MCR5 HAPPENING IT’S BEEN TO LONG‼️‼️‼️‼️ *cough* *sad noises* ARUFHCHHGGUHHHHHH

[fatandnerdy30]

please write a protective Scott Lang one as him as the giant 🥺🙏

Ask and you shall recieve!!

Scott was driving along when suddenly he got a call and on his radio the name 'PEANUT' blared at him in bold capital letters. Quickly he answered, his voice ringing with worry. "Cassie? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Dad....I need your help..." Cassie's voice was quiet and he could hear suppressed sobs on the other end of the phone. In an instant, he turned the whole car around, other vehicles blowing their horns at him, but Scott simply waved and began speeding the other way towards Cassie's school. She had just gotten into college and for her to call her dad for help meant it must be a big deal.

He drove as fast as he could before noticing there were lights in his rearview mirror and he groaned as he was pulled over by the police.

Stopping the car, he slammed his hands on the wheel and waited for wha felt like an eternity for the officer to get out of his car and make his way to Scott's window. "Do you realize how fast you were driving, sir?" The officer asked.

"Yeah, but there's an emergency and my daughter called, in tears I might add, so I'm on my way to get to her and I know I was going a little over the speed limit, but c'mon, it's my daughter." When the officer's face stayed the same, Scott sighed. "Do you have children, officer?"

"Yes I do, but I still don't speed and drive recklessly. Licence and registration."

Knowing he was getting nowhere, he pulled his backup card. "You know I'm an Avenger, right? Ant-man? Recognize me?" He circled his face with his hands.

"I know who you are, but Avenger or not, you need to follow the laws. What kind of example are you setting for the kids out there if they were to see you speeding? Now, license and registration. I won't ask again, Mr. Lang."

Scott sighed and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the document he needed, and then produced his license with a swish of his hand, hoping to make the man smile at least once. "No? Nothing....all right, not everyone likes up close magic, I guess." He handed them over and watched the officer move on back to his car and get in.

After a few seconds, Scott began tapping his hands on the wheel. This was taking too long. His daughter was crying her eyes out at this very moment, over who knew what, and this officer was taking his time with his computer! Well, that was enough. He had to get to Cassie now!

Jumping out of the car, he began walking a safe distance away before he heard the cop yelling. "Return to your vehicle, Mr. Lang! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Sorry, can't do that!" Scott yelled back, turning to face the officer. "Emergency!" With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled on the gloves, his helmet appearing from under his hoodie and clicked the button.

The world got smaller and smaller the more he grew, and he watched the police man and his vehicle become toys as he reached his full height. It took a minute for the vertigo to stop before he took his first steps, being careful of the cars under his feet. "Sorry, excuse me," he said to no one and yet everyone as he passed.

Once he was off the highway, he turned to where he knew Cassie's school was and walked as quickly as he could, waving to a few kids who jumped up and down at the sight of him, chuckling at their enthusiasm.

Cassie sniffled as she sat in the bathroom stall hugging herself. How could she be so stupid? SHe grabbed a peice of toilet paper and blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She was about to throw it into the trash when the ground started rumbling and immediately she knew it was her dad. Getting up, she ran out of the building, ignoring the students who were simply staring up in awe and shock at her father's large form.

He towered over the trees on the campus and made the ground quake with each step. His legs finally came to a halt out in the parking lot where car alarms were going off like crazy, but Cassie didn't notice any of that.

Instead she was focused on the large head that kept looking around before the face plate came down and her father's face was on full view. "Cassie?" He called, his voice echoind through the air like a living megaphone.

"Dad!" The girl called, coming to a stop just before his feet, panting with tears streaming down her face. Slowly the living building collapsed as Scott knelt down and made a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Oh peanut. What's wrong? I came as quuick as I could." Slowly he brought a hand out and wrapped it around the girl and immediately she flung herslef into the fingers that were bigger than her by at least a foot.

"Thanks for coming, dad," Cassie sniffled as she nuzzled into one of the fingers, not caring about her hair. "I'm so stupid," she cried, her sobs coming out like hiccups. Suddenly the hand tightened and Cassie found herself being lifted to her dad's stern face.

"Never say that about yourself," Scott said not unkindly. "You're the smartest, bravest girl I know, peanut." He smiled and brought his other hand up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks the best he could. "Now, tell me what this was all about."

"My geometry teacher...he....he said he would fail me if I didn't....do things for him,..." She blushed as she remembered the words that came from the man's mouth and looked down. "I can't afford to fail this class, but I can't do those things, dad..."

Anger filled Scott as he stared at his daughter's red face, seeing tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "He WHAT?!" Yelled Scott, not even thinking about his size and winced when Cassie held her ears. "Sorry...but I'm glad you told me, sweetheart. You stay here, daddy will be right back."

"Dad what are you gonna do!?" The man was already lowering her to the ground, anger written all over his face as he stood. "DAD!" Cassied called, scared for the safety of the man who had verbally assaulted her. She tried to run after him, but her dad was too fast in his current size and she had to stop and catch her breath.

Scott made his way to the school, his brow furrowed with anger as he took every step it seemed to rise. How dare that man confront his sweet little girl with those disgusting words! He would have a little chat with the man.

Making his way to where he knew the math department building was, he stopped and looked down at the terrified faces of both teacher and students alike. "Excuse me, where can I find Mr. Phillip's geometry classroom?"

One teacher pointed to the side of the building and Scott nodded. "Thank you." He took a step and lowered himself to kneel and look into the windows. Screams of fright could be heard from each classroom he peeked into, but it soon became an awed hush as they recognized his face.

Finally he spotted the classroom and raised his head to the top floor, where he found the culprit talking to a female student. The girl looked terrified but had yet to see Scott's face. In fact, both people in the room seemed to not even notice him until he took a finger and tapped on the glass, making the both jump and turn around. "You," Scott called, angrily looking at the man. "I wanna have a word with you." The teacher's face paled and he turned to run from the room.

Not caring about the damage, he broke the windows, Scott smashed his hand through the glass and quickly reached in, careful not to hit the woman in the room, and grabbed the teacher just as he was about to leave the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked the man, dragging him out into the light of day by the collar of his shirt. The man was dangling at least fifty feet from the ground as Scott glared at him, his legs kicking and tears streaming down his face.

"Put me down, please!"

"Not until we've had a good chat. I heard you said some pretty nasty things to my daughter, Mr. Phillips. And I think you were saying those things to the girl in there as well." Scott turned his attention to the girl who was staring at them both.

"Am I right, miss?" The girl nodded fast. "See? You're a piece of filth that I can't stand being around my daughter."

Speaking of Cassie, she came around the side of the building, panting. "DAD! What are you doing?!"

"I'm simply making sure that this creep doesn't get away with what he's been doing. In fact, why don't you alert the media what this scumbag has been doing?"

"I don't need to.." Cassie pointed to where a news van was parked, the camera pointed right at him and the teacher.

"Perfect." Scott got up and took a step towards the van, the newscaster shaking as he stooped. "Good afternoon. I have something for you." Scott lowered his hand and put the teacher in front of the camera. "Now, tell the world what you did." The man was silent for a moment, and Scott pushed him forward with a finger, almost making him fall.

"I...I told my female students that if they didn't do....certain favors for me...that I would fail them and make sure that they were kicked out of the school." Mr. Phillips hung his head, knowing that his career was over the moment he was put in front of the camera.

"That's a good molester," Scott said high above their heads. "And the window I'll take care of, by the way," he told the press, the camera then zooming in on the destroyed classroom. "Sorry about that." He then lifted the man into the air again paying no attention to his screams. "Now, I would like a written apology to each and every girl you threatened from your jail cell because that's where you're going."

Mr. Phillips felt something warm running down his pantleg and was too ashamed to bring it up to the giant man as he hung by his collar until he was put into a fist.

"Cassie, let's go get some ice cream," Scott told his daughter, stooping to let his daughter climb up on his palm. He then stood and started walking back to his car.

Officer Phelps was trying to radio in what had happened when suddenly the road started shaking again and he looked up to see Scott Lang coming his way, this time with a girl seated in the palm of his hand, talking and smiling at him like this was completely normal.

"Sorry about running off like that, officer," Scott said. He stopped and knelt down, letting his daughter off his hand and bringing his fist over to the police car. "This is a little present to make up for it." He opened his hand and let the teacher fall out into the road, the man tumbling a little bit. "A little jailbird in the making. Ask him and he'll sing you a little tune of every wrong he's ever done. Isn't that right, Mr. Phillips?"

The man nodded, not even covering his soaked pants. "I did, officer, I did it to all those girls, I swear. Just please don't let him pick me up again!"

Scott then nodded at the officer and hit the button on his right hand, his size starting to decrease until he stood a little taller than his daughter. "C'mon, ice cream is on me. We'll go to where I used to work, they love me there." He wrapped his hand around Cassie's shoulder. "Oh, and you can send my stuff to the FBI, officer. There's an agent there who'll know what to do with it."

With that, he and Cassie got into the car and drove off like nothing had happened.