#trance gender beam.

[carnation-damnation]

SONIC WITH PINK SHOES. YOU AGREE. Idea by @son1c!!!

[benevolentbones]

coffee | spencer reid x reader

warnings: ??mild flirting, spencer checking you out?? gender neutral

word count: 0.7ish

summary: you meet spencer for the first time while he gets his morning coffee.

!!this is my first time writing for this fandom,, and first time writing in over a year so i may be rusty!!

it was a known fact that spencer reid was practically fuelled by coffee, and this morning was no exception. spencer had been up all night reading case files and finishing off his paperwork from the last case, which usually didn’t take the man too long, but his mind had been elsewhere for the last few days.

it had come to his attention, when the team returned from their last case, that the bau had hired a new receptionist. and usually he wasn’t too fussed about newcomers that weren’t directly associated with his team, but something about you was different.

he first noticed you standing in the kitchenette of the bullpen, with penelope. the blonde woman had you engrossed in one of her rambles about one of the fantasy games she often played in her downtime.

you stood beside her, a blue mug that read ‘worlds best dad’ glued in your grasp as you listened intently. you nodded along to everything garcia was saying, wisps of your neat hair falling out of place, which you quickly tucked behind your ears.

spencer noticed you wore a dark button up, which you had rolled up to your elbows. along with a nice fitting pair of dress pants, his hazel eyes lingering on the curve of your hips a little longer than intended.

he blinked himself out of his trance, ambling over to the coffee maker which conveniently was right beside you.

“-and when you level up, you get the ability to enchant your armour, and y’know your girl had to get some-“ garcia continued to rant as spencer picked up a cup and turned the machine on.

“hey reid have you met our newest member?” penelope beamed, turning to face the brunette who began to pour the worlds worst filter coffee into his cup.

his hazel eyes darted up from what he was doing and met yours. you had turned now fully to face him, garcia standing to your left.

“hi” you smiled sweetly at him, brushing your thumbs over the ceramic of your cup.

spencer felt his face flush warm for a second, the man spluttered out a ‘nice to meet you’ before turning his attention back to his coffee.

penelope hummed, knowing that was probably the best introduction he was going to get.

“well i’ve got to get back- lots of hacking to do.” garcia shot you a smile and darted off in the direction of her office.

you couldn’t help but stare as you watched the man begin to pour a mountain of sugar into his cup, every time you thought he would stop he tilted the container more, to further dump the sweet substance into his beverage.

before you could even think, words had slipped past your lips. “do you want some coffee with your sugar, dr.reid?”

you immediately pursed your lips shut, afraid that maybe joking around was too forward after having only met the man a minute prior.

you noticed a small smile grace his features as he stopped pouring the sugar, reaching for a spoon to stir it together.

“actually it’s not uncommon for people to take their coffee this way, around 65% of the US add sugar and/or cream to their coffee.” he mumbled out, taking a sip and making eye contact with you.

“y’know what, i won’t argue with that.” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

spencer eyed your form, his cheeks growing warm.

“let me guess…you take yours black?” he mused, noting little details about how you crossed your legs when you stood or how you chewed on your lower lip after saying something.

you trailed your gaze along his suit clad form, his striped shirt was fully buttoned with a black tie to compliment it. he wore a dark grey pair of chinos, standing with one hand in the left pocket as he took another sip from his cup, his focus never leaving you, hazel eyes studying you through thick rimmed glasses.

“you guessed right dr.reid, i’m already sweet enough.” you gave him a small smile before walking back to your desk.

[reallyromealone]

Another from the secret blog

Ganon x male reader

Reader is Zelda's Brother

Omegaverse, fluff, angst

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

(name) was quiet as he wandered the halls of the palace, tonight was the grand ball between kingdoms and his sister told him to not be near but... He couldn't help himself! He was so fascinated by the other kingdoms, having read about them in books. The other kingdoms people were so much taller than Hylians!

His sister never let him leave the palace, the Alpha woman fiercely protective of him and always seemed on edge about people knowing about him...

"Oh? Why aren't you joining the festivities?" A voice broke (name) out of his trance as he peered through the glass windows of the ball room, the Omega jumping to see a tall guredo man in gold's and silks, clearly of importance "o-oh! My sister didn't want me to be near the ball but... I couldn't help myself... I just got curious" (name) confessed looking down embarrassed and the smell of slight distress leaked from him causing the Man to look almost startled but kept his cool, for every Century a guredo male is born and such a Hylian male Omega is born.

Centuries ago the two kingdoms make a treaty for the Omega and the male guredo to be mates.

Seems Zelda wasn't keeping her end of the bargain.

"What's your name little Hylian?" The man gently traced his cheek with his large hand, when did he get so close (name) wondered "I am (name), prince of Hyrule" he said straining his neck to look up at the giant of an alpha "what's yours?"

"Ganondorf, King of the Guredo people" his voice deep, (mame) entranced by the man's amber eyes, warmth radiating from his olive skin and a purr almost ripped from his throat "I always wanted to see the valley... I read about it in books, are hydromelons really as good as I read?" (Name) was curious and an invisible tail was wagging as he looked at the king with stars in his eyes, clearly he didn't know about the treaty, not knowing the ruby haired man was technically his fiance. "I have, they are quite delicious" his little mate was quite adorable he noted to himself.

"You should probably return to the party... They are probably wondering where you are" (name) fretted after a while, realizing he's taken so much of his time "I believe they can hold off without me for a little while longer"

(Name) beamed at him and Ganon took in the sweet smell of a happy Omega as they wandered the halls, passing an open arch to see the full moon. (Name) shivered slightly at the cool breeze and looked confused as Ganon removed his ornate cape and placed it on the omegas shoulders, the height difference almost laughable as (name) drowned in it.

"Thank you..." (name) looked up at him shyly and Ganon revelled at the glow of the moon casting itself upon (name), he looked ethereal like this and he couldn't help himself as he leaned to the others level, a feat within itself as the Guredo stood at ten feet tall, finger hooking under the Hylians chin and lips grazing before going in for a ki--"My king!" A Guredo guard said worried as Zelda came in looking horrified at the fact Ganon was near her brother, (name) completely taken by Ganon.

"Why have you kept my mates existence a secret?" Ganondorf cut to the chase before Zelda could talk, she was clearly nervous about this interaction and (name) looked confused "you do know this is would break the treaty" the Guredo people were key allies, masters of combat and a powerhouse with their military as unlike Hyrule they don't discriminate on secondary gender.

"Mate..?" (Name) looked confused and looked to his sister for answers, his sister looked furious at this and her fists clenched as she took a silent breath.

She knew she was controlling of her brother, micromanaging every second of her brothers life.

She was protective, could you blame her?

She didn't think Ganondorf was good enough for him, having plans to mate her brother off to the head knight Link though neither seemed very interested in the concept.

"You and I are fiance's, every generation a male guredo and a male Omega are born and are set to be wed" Ganondorf was told that there was no omega born yet, causing tensions to rise.

"Is this true..?" He looked to his sister who couldn't deny it "yes, you are engaged to King ganondorf by law" (name) was already in his adulthood, 23 to be exact but heavily sheltered and all knowledge of the outside was through books and stories from guards.

Come morning (name) was in the gardens eating sweets the kitchen had made him, thoughts heavy at last night's events and avoided his sister like the plague. He was engaged? To the king of another kingdom?

Ganon was handsome he would admit, the giant king made him feel giddy and giggly when he looked at him, remembering when their lips brushed--- he was so flustered at the memory. Ganondorf smelt of spices and honey, the smell was on (name)s clothes when he returned to his room.

"Ah, there you are" Ganons voice caught (name)s attention, the Guredo alpha dressed less regal but still recognizable as a king, long purposeful strides towards his fiance "last night was surely stressful"

"I still can't process that im engaged... Zelda spoke of an engagement with the head knight but to know I had already been spoken for..."

"We would have already been we'd if you had not been hidden from me" Ganon said crouching before his fiance "...could I get to know you? I know we are to be wed and it would most likely be fast tracked but... I would like to know you... Know my future alpha" (name) looked at him hopefully, even crouching Ganon towered over him "that could be arraigned, perhaps you could come with me to Gerudo valley for one or two months and get to know the people and the vulture" he offered and (name) grinned "really? Are Sand seals really as big as the books say?" He asked hopeful and Ganon smiled "you will have to find out, won't you?"

Zelda looked like a kicked dog, unable to deny the request of her brother going to Guredo valley for three months, tensions already thick.

And Ganon looked so so smug.

[himezoro]

Hey

In your last comment ( in love wins all part2) you meant that I could ask you for a story at any time.

My idea would be a story about Zoro in which he first has to admit to himself that he loves the female reader and asks his crew how he can confess his feelings to her and then does it in his usual shy but direct way ^^

We both know he is a big softie at heart x3

tysm for your request and undefeating support, it’s the reason i went back to writing and found the strength to write today. i really hope you’ll enjoy it, and tysm for your patience. i love the introspection your idea offers, it was so fun to write that i added the strawhats as a tool for Zoro to realize his feelings! some parts are before timeskip, and the parts after the timeskip will be mentioned, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

tw! mention of gender (female) + fluff + sfw!!

wc : 4,31k (i went crazy sorry....)

It was a cool and breezy spring day when Luffy asked you to join the crew. You were a talented strategist during battles and tough times, gifted with a brilliant vision of finding a positive issue to win, while exulting warmth and tenderness, so much that it could tame the devil itself.

And by that, it meant Roronoa Zoro.

The tall swordsman perfectly remembers this day where you officially climbed onto the ship after the events of Enies Lobby, after helping the crew with astute tactics to get Robin back. He was impressed with you back then, by your phlegm and knowledge of the field, your calm, your determination to grant them victory, like you knew them all along, like you loved them all along. It was the love you gave people that allowed your brain to come up with the best solutions. And as a warrior and a solution giver, Zoro was admirative.

Or in trance. Mesmerized. In awe. Struck by an angel. If he were to be honest with himself.

And because Zoro imagined himself talking to you and getting to know what your brain hid, asking about your whereabouts, your culture, your likings and the drinks you drink, he really thought he did.

Yet, other than the casual “Hi”, “Thanks”, “Food’s ready” and “Good night”, the swordsman never uttered a word of what he wished to really share. Was it laziness? Cowardice? Fear? Indeed, he was not the most talkative of the crew, but he knew he could talk to anyone if he wanted to. Hell, he could even talk to the cook.

But when it came to you, he found himself out of breath, and looking at you seemed enough. Seeing you beam at the dinner table while savoring the shitty cook Sanji’s delights, hearing your chatty and bubbly voice when gossiping with Nami and Robin, your laughs when in company of Usopp and Luffy and the soft hums escaping your lips when Brook would play a song. Looking at your plush thighs where Chopper’s head was resting, and the pearl of cola dripping from your pink lips when drinking under the hot weather with Franky.

He both felt like you were a sight bestowed by the Gods for him and forbidden, like the Apple of Eden.

And in magnificent Zoro fashion, he decided to not pay attention and focus on his training.

But even with the best of will, it was hard to pretend you did not exist and that the fluttering in his stomach were not butterflies, especially, on the Thousands Sunny.

THE CAPTAIN, MONKEY D LUFFY

One night, before reaching the Sabaody Archipelago, Zoro was standing quietly by the ocean. His mind was clear from troubles and aches, and he simply stood by the quietness of the sea. You’ve been apart of the crew for what has not been so long, yet, you were fitting beautifully. The way the breeze would caress your hair, the way you would sometimes trip on the ship because of the waves, the way the lemonade you would make tasted so much better than the cook’s. The first time you offered him the said refreshment was the only time he managed to stay close to you. Because you were not leaving, he thought. Or maybe because he was frozen on the spot when you bent down to his sitting/close to napping form and could smell your floral scent.

He was so lost in his thoughts he failed to hear his captain coming.

“Isn’t (Y/N) cool? Like, super cool?” the captain beamed at his first mate and best friend, clapping his feet together as he sat on the rail of the ship. The swordsman did not mind looking his way as he stood by the railing, watching the moon glistening on the ocean.

“I guess, I barely talk to the girl so I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, hearing your soft giggles from afar as you enjoyed your time with the rest of the crew.

“Well I know she’s cool. And she was so cool when she made all of these plans on her notebook with that fancy swooshing pen thing.” He said, mimicking writing (ndlr : like that light yagami meme lol). “Sanji says she’s pretty. Do you think she’s pretty?”

At that question, Zoro almost chocked on his own air.

“Why would you ask me that? And since when do you Luffy know when people are... pretty?” he said, hoping the moonlit night would hide the pink hue on his cheeks.

“I know when people are pretty! You are pretty! You’re my friend so you’re pretty.” Zoro scoffed at his words, letting his captain talk.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get along super well. Like super buddies. She’s so cool. You should listen to her. Nami said we must listen to her advices during combat or else we EXPLODE!! BOOM!!” he enthusiastically said before jumping off the railing and shaking Zoro’s shoulders before running to pest on someone else.

Zoro stole a glance towards your way and sighed. You did not look pretty. Hell no you didn’t. And to that extent, he disagreed with the cook again. Because you were gorgeous, ethereal. It was beyond being “pretty”, it was beyond being pleasant to look at. You were a gift. And he knew he could keep on looking at you for days if allowed.

And because you caught him looking, you offered him a gentle smile and a wave, which he forgot to reciprocate as he simply nodded and turned back to gazing at the ocean.

I know we would get along well… he sighed, silently wishing he had Luffy’s or Usopp’s social skills to stay by your side.

THE NAVIGATOR, NAMI

Before docking on the Sabaody Archipelago, Nami said it would be nice to dock on a small island to enjoy a day of fun at the beach, which led to having everyone in their bathing suit enjoying the scenery.

Zoro sat on the sand and did not realize his eyes landed on you. You were in the water with chopper on your shoulders, trying to keep steady as you feared for him to fall in the water. Usopp was in front of you with Luffy on his shoulders, trying to make Chopper fall in the water. Zoro claims to not pay attention to the way your (favorite color) bathing suit was perfectly suiting your form. He claims to not pay attention to your wet hair nor to the drops on your eyelids.

“You need a tissue to stop the drooling?” Nami said, standing in front of her crewmate as she put her sunglasses on top of her head.

Zoro glared at her without saying a word, clearly annoyed by the navigator.

“Well if I hadn’t known you were enjoying the view before I would certainly know it now. Would you stop staring at her, you look like Sanji.” she smirked, moving the way as she sat next to him, looking at you as well and smiling.

“Really Zoro you should stop staring, that’s creepy.”

“Did she say anything?” he surprised himself asking. Now at least she stopped blocking the view, and he could go back to “not” pay attention to the way your hand would hold Chopper’s pawn, or the way Usopp would splash water all over your chest.

“Well well well, what do we have here? A request for insights on my girl (Y/N)? By Roronoa Zoro? Is it going to snow in hell? Let me check…” she mischievously snarked, earning a grunt from Zoro in return.

“It’s so funny because I’m sure she talked about you in our quarters a few times ago… or maybe it was in my dream? Maybe your errand money would jog my memory.” she proudly stated, earning another annoyed grunt from Zoro. She looked at him and waited for him to nod his head and wave his hand as a sign for her to continue.

“Thanks for your generosity. And the only thing she said is that you don’t seem to like her because you never talk to her, so she doesn’t want to bother you.”

When he heard what appeared to be your words, he swore his heart broke. How could you reasonably think he doesn’t like you? While you were the only thing on his mind beside training?

“And what did you say… I mean, what did you tell her.” Zoro shyly asked, wondering if his friend Nami did any help.

“Well I did say you hated her, but I’m sure I could tell her you love staring at her like a perv.”

“For fuck sake why would you say stuff like this?!”

“I did not tell her that you idiot!” she said, laughing wholeheartedly. “In fact, I said you were like a bear : terrifying on the outside but kind of nice if you think about it.”

Zoro sighed, instantly feeling sick in the stomach at the idea of you thinking he hated you… or was a perv.

“Why don’t you try talking to her? She’s such a sweet and smart girl, I feel like she was the missing part of this crew. I mean, it’s clear you-

“Do not say that word. I don’t.”

Zoro cut her right off, but that did not stop Nami from stating her piece.

“Fine I’ll use the word fancy. It’s clear you FANCY her. Just because you never had a girlfriend or thought you could like anyone other than your swords or MIHAWKE doesn’t mean you should not act on your feelings right now. Be a normal guy and get her flowers, or I don’t know, you could also just talk.?You know Sanji likes her too right?” she added that last part only to shake Zoro off before leaving with her new found cash.

Zoro kept on looking at you with longing, thinking about what Nami said.

Sanji cannot like her. And how did she know I never had a girlfriend?

THE SNIPER KING, USOPP, AND THE DOCTOR, TONY TONY CHOPPER

Later that night, Zoro decided to sit next to you for dinner. He was set on proving Nami wrong and showing the cook that he did not stand a chance (the poor guy did not get Nami’s joke).

But because Nami is the lively and vibrant human being she is, she, of course, told Usopp and Chopper about her little talk with Zoro.

Which of course, led Usopp to do some teasing, with the help of little

“Hey (Y/N)! What does it feel like finally sitting next to Zoro after weeks of sailing together?” he pried, wiggling his eyebrows at the sight of the two of you sitting together. You smiled and let out a small laugh as you responded.

“Well I have to say, I’m quite flattered. Surprised, but flattered. Zoro is nice to stay with.”

Your voice felt like the greatest of songs, and it only made Zoro’s heart beat faster.

“Wooo wooo!” Usopp cooed, pounding on the table as he did so. “Do I hear a confession in here? Zoro what do you have to say? Isn’t she nice to stay with? Come on just say the magic L word!”

He was so engulfed in his thoughts and the desire to slash Usopp in half, that he did not feel Chopper creep on his lap.

“Your heart is beating really fast right now!” the reindeer said in Zoro’s ear, trying not to embarrass him too much as Usopp was already talking about planning a future wedding.

“Because you guys are giving me a headache”, he angrily uttered, suddenly getting up and leaving the table, not noticing the sad look in your eyes as he turned his back, not looking at you.

After these milestones only a fool would try to deny the blatant truth.

And after the Sabaody incident, only a masochist would refrain and hide these feelings away.

But with Roronoa Zoro, nothing is easier than sweeping his feelings under the rug of Mihawke’s manor.

Nervertheless, being separated from you for those two years only left him with thoughts of you mingling with the ones he felt of guilt. Were you alive? Did you get Luffy’s message? Where were you training? Who were you with? Will you come back to him?

In his quest of longing to be the strongest, he got even more confident, if that could happen. Not only would he never let anything happen to the crew again thanks to his new found abilities, but he swore he won’t let you in any form of danger. Yet, he claims it to himself that protecting you is only his “swordsman way”. Nothing more.

He waited for the day of the reunion with a lot of excitement. Seeing Luffy and Chopper again, sailing the seas to prove himself to the world. He would not say it aloud, but he missed everyone. Yet, his heart led to an unusual feeling. His chest felt knotted. Was it fear? Anxiety? Regret? He caught himself thinking about many scenarios that did not make sense, nonsense he would have smacked someone’s head for. What if you decided to leave the crew and stay where you were? What if you forgot about him, since his past relationship with you failed to be the most intimate one? What if you hated him and thought of him as weak? What if he never saw you again?

Why does it matter, anyway.

The D-Day was approaching, and Zoro’s questions only grew more and more.

And as the Day finally arrived, he looked at the Sabaody scenery and let out a deep sigh, but the small smile on his lips never left. Each step he took were different from those he took two years ago: he was determined, stronger.

He would not admit it to himself, but he was worried you won’t show up to the ship. He also was worried he won’t be able to talk to you like he wished to.

During his walk to find the Sunny, he stumbled across the last person he wanted to see first.

THE COOK, SANJI VINSMOKE

Even though Zoro disliked the cook, he had to admit he was reassured to see his fellow comrade in good shape. But that feeling quickly faded the second the Cook started speaking.

“And here I thought a musclehead like you couldn’t understand nor form a sentence.”

“And here I thought you might have learnt to use twizzlers in those two years but well. Nothing’s new here.”

The pair had no choice but to walk together, which surprisingly led to somewhat of a conversation, even though neither looked at the other. Zoro was walking with his bag over his shoulder while Sanji smoked his cigarette.

“So you trained with Ivankov?”

“I tried to escape everytime which turned out well. I can fly now with my technique, which I’m sure (Y/N)-chwan would love! Think about it, this could be really useful in defense combat. I will be useful for (Y/N)-chwaaan, and Nami-chwaaan and Robin-chwaaan.” The cook chanted, only to earn Zoro’s deep and usual silence, which lasted for what seemed to be a while.

In spite of being used to Zoro’s quietness and awkward silence, the cook noticed the sudden shift in his behavior once your name was mentioned. Call him curious or accuse him of having a death wish, but he decided to break the ice.

“Hey, mosshead.”

The swordsman did not bother to answer and kept on walking.

“Did you miss anyone in particular during those two years?”

“Yes, my hammock.” he quickly answered, his usual sass coming back as a defense mechanism Sanji swore not to fall for this time.

“See?” Sanji said, pointing his cigarette towards his crewmate, still walking. “That’s exactly why no one wants to approach you. You’re brute. How do you expect people to let you in if you don’t let them in in the first place?”

“Who said I wanted to let any people in? I don’t care about people.”

“You know who I’m talking about here. I have eyes. We all have eyes.”

“Technically Brook doesn’t and I only have one left.” he corrected, looking at the cook’s annoyed face with his good eye. “And for the reminder, I can understand sentences just fine, you talked about people, not (Y/N).”

Sanji smirked: the cook had won.

“Indeed. I never talked about beautiful (Y/N). You just did, though." he cockily pointed. "If I were you, which I’m not thank God, I would take her hand, squeeze it and tell her a poem. That’s it if you can read.”

“Tsk.”

Sanji lit himself another cigarette to savor his small victory. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek and averted his gaze to the scenery around him again.

Did he just tell the cook about you? When he was talking about “letting people in”? He would lie if he said he did not want you to let him in. He thought you were a strong woman with admirative skills. He thought you were kind and caring, with a high sense of ethics and fairness. He thought you were beautiful. You were his ideal, the sole reason why he never bothered looking at women before.

But why would someone like you let someone like him, in? Sanji was right: he was a brute. And spending time with his swords medidating for two years did not make him a social animal. He lacked Usopp’s ease or Luffy’s communicative smile. He lacked Sanji’s ability to compliment women or make them feel beautiful. Hell, he remembers his conversation with Nami like it was yesterday: you thought he hated you.

Would it be unfair for a brute like him to long for someone like you? Does he have the right to hold these feelings? Is he allowed to share them to you?

The poor boy did not have time to find his answer that Luffy had found them.

He would soon see you. He felt it. And by that time, he better come up with something other than “Hi”.

When they arrived to the ship alongside their Captain, everyone was already here waiting for them.

Including you.

Before fully looking at you, Chopper jumped on him, crying his heart out from having missing him too much. Unfortunately for him, the swordsman did not pay attention to all his ranting as you approached to enthusiastically hug Luffy, Sanji, and him.

Because of the awkward position he was in with Chopper, you gently wrapped your arms around the small reindeer and told them both how happy you were to see them. And because of his cute comrade, he did not have the chance to say “Hi”.

He missed his opportunity, the chance to finally let you in.

Perhaps it is better this way.

Everyone climbed onto the ship, ready to celebrate the reunion, and even though the best sake was provided, Zoro quickly walked to a small and intimate area: his crow nest.

THE STRATEGIST, (YOUR NAME) ♡

Two years without seeing your friends were long to pass, without hearing their laughters and benters, their antics and adventures. Even though you joined the crew at later times before being teleported by Kuma, you dearly loved each crewmate and felt apart of a big family.

During those two years, you sometimes caught yourself thinking about the swordsman. To say the green-haired figure rarely talked to you would be an understatement, and you never understood why. You never were mean to him, you let him nap during night watch, you poured him lemonade, smiled at him each time he would look at you.

You admired his strength, his determination, his oath to become the best in his craft. You were honored to conceive combat strategies that would enhance his abilities and show them to the world.

He was the legend to the story you were writing. The hero.

It would be lying to say you did not fancy the swordsman. He was handsome, peaceful, intelligent when in need, and reassuring. He was confident, opinionated and reliable.

Your heartbeat grew faster as you saw him walking towards the ship with Sanji and the captain. He looked even taller than in your memories, and even more built. His hair seemed softer, and his voice much huskier. Your heart ached when you noticed he had lost an eye.

But because everyone was around, you could not possibly go to him and cry your eyes out as you talked about his injury. Instead, and because you were so happy to see everyone, you decided to go for a small hug, hopping it would offer you both a fresh start.

After the feast following your reunion, you noticed Zoro walking out to his favorite spot. Pretending to be in need of the ladies room, you decided to follow the swordsman to the crows nest, set on trying to finally, communicate with the future best swordsman on the Planet.

When Zoro heard someone going up the crows nest, he did not pay attention. For this once, would he allow someone to go up unannounced.

“Pardon me Zoro!” you said while climbing, breaking his composure. Out of everyone he thought would come up tonight, he never thought it would be you. He could not even figure out what to come up with first as he saw the top of your head from the top of the ladder and your adorable eyes peeking up to him.

You waited to have fully climbed the ladder before talking.

“Hi, I hope I’m not bothering.” You gently said with a radiant smile on your face, standing in front of him in your newest outfit. He felt ashamed for not taking in all the details of your new attire earlier under the sunlight, from the way it hugged your form to the way the color compliments your eyes.

“Actually, I’ve never been up here before.. it looks.. nice?” you said, your eyes going from the surroundings of his room to his good eye.

He looks handsome.

She looks gorgeous.

“Then what are you doing here now?” Zoro responded, harsher than what he intended. He instantly regretted his sentence and his tone. These were so distant from what he felt.

His words sent shivers down your spine and made you gasp a little, slowly looking down to your feet in embarrassment.

He looked down at you with his good eye and quickly shook his hands.

“N-No (Y/N) this is so not what I meant. Gosh now I understand why Sanji said I was a brute and Nami said you hated me.”

“What? Nami said I hated you?” you asked, your head going back up and looking at him with concern. “I could never hate you Zoro! Why would she say something like this?”

“N-No!” he said, trying to correct his wording, again, but it seemed harder after hearing what you felt about him.

You could never hate him.

“I mean, she said you thought I hated you. No wonder why you think that, I’m a brute.”

In spite of his awkward phrases, you let out a small giggle. His tan face was tainted with shades of a dusty shy pink, and his good eye was desperately trying to connect with yours. Maybe if you would look at him for just long enough, he would not have to say a thing.

You walked closer to him, trying to pierce what his eye was begging to tell you. You could feel the shift in the air, the tension building high. Your voice, soft as silk and sweet as honey, asked.

“So, Zoro, do you hate me?”

The question sent him in a trance. In his mind, he told you a hundred times about how beautiful you looked and how admirative he was of your work on the ship. In his mind, he told the world and the stars a hundred times about his will to protect you and be the strongest.

His body ached to be closer to yours. It was only the two of you, and it seemed so natural. So real. He slowly inched closer to you, his overpowering frame letting yours aware of his presence and scent. Wood and peppermint.

Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, faking tiredness, hoping his demeanor would hide the shyness away, he bluntly stated:

“I could never hate you, (Y/N).”

Five words. These five words alone lifted a whole weight off your shoulders. Slightly blushing from his statement and the proximity you two were in, in what seemed like a forbidden whisper, you said, gently touching his hand.

“I… I should probably go downstairs. The others are going to wonder why I’m taking so long to get you to drink sake with us. They’ll think you got sober.”

Zoro slightly scoffed and nodded, his eyes never leaving the tenderness of your touch on his large hand.

“Promise me you’ll come back later. Just you.”

His wish was spoken with such adoration and secrecy, you won’t ever refuse. But teasing the swordsman seemed a little more fun.

“By later, do you mean in two years? Who knows maybe by that time you’d have lost your other eye.”

Zoro laughed a little, gently squeezing your hand like an oath spoken just for the two of you.

“Like I would ever let you go again for so long, idiot.”

[pupkou]

✧ No Lights To Tell Us ✧

✦ Zagreus (Hades 2018) x Gender Neutral Reader. ✦ Warnings: slight mentions of gore (mention of beheading), mention of blood, mention of swords/blades. ✦ Word Count: 900. ✦ A standalone one shot, set within my "Blood and Darkness" universe (but not yet somewhere specific in that story's timeline). ✦ Link to part one (parts are not yet connected).

Zagreus is nothing if not devoted.

That sentiment applies to everything he's interested in-- but really 'obsessed with' is a better way of putting it, because he doesn't lightheartedly ponder or enjoy anything. He's too intense for any lighthearted observation and studying because he connects too deeply with the stories of others and the worlds that they live in, his heart too big to live without sorrow. Despite his attachments, he lives to find a place of his own, to feel like he belongs, and his ambition to complete this quest has not been strained.

While living in the Underworld provides him with so much inspiration for adventure and reasons to dash around, defeating friends and foes alike, Zagreus can say that his favorite adventure has been knowing you.

Before you, Zagreus trained with Achilles for as many hours as the great hero allowed-- starting their sessions back when it was revealed to him in a dream that there is a world outside of the house of Hades. Zagreus obsesses about his trainings, the way he moves is careful and planned because one wrong move could send him plunging back into the depths of red blood that always seem to greet him eventually-- warm, but not kind. His movements matter because you can only get beheaded so many times before it gets old, and Zagreus prefers to spill blood with a slash of his blade than to be the one lying cold and hard against the stone floor.

But he's also devoted to you, his most beloved (as he calls you).

He did all of the outdated courting rituals, like inviting you over for a grand feast, gifting you ambrosia won in battle, and demonstrating the best way to remove the sweet beads of fruit from a pomegranate (as any good prince would do for a prospective partner) but Zagreus didn't need all those formal actions to be sure of how he feels.

Zagreus, since the moment he laid eyes on you, was obsessed with you. Like a hunting bird watching its soft, warm-hearted prey from above as it flies steadily above, Zagreus set his sights on you, and needed you more than anything. His desire for you outweighed any other, so strong that he lent Orpheus a few words on longing and tenderness. He didn't need time to love you; because his devotion to you was formed in an instant, rendered unchangeable and strong within the blink of an eye like a blacksmith plunging a sword into dark, cool water.

You are his main devotion, his beloved, his favorite shade, and it is through Zagreus' obsession with you that you learn what it is to be loved by a God.

One night, under the living stars and lying on the plush earth of his mother's garden, he rests his head in your lap as you comb your fingers through Zagreus' dark locks of hair. His laurels are set to the side, simmering with crimson and glittering with gold, and he is at peace in your embrace.

"Zagreus?", you say softly, pulling him out of his trance and drawing his bicolored eyes toward you. His eyes of garnet and emerald shine at you inquisitively as his mouth smiles, pleased at hearing his name from the mouth of his lover, the sweetest song he knows.

"Yes, beloved?", he answers, kind and warm.

"Did you hear that the villagers of your mother's hometown have built a temple in your honor?"

"I did, love," he beams, proud of their efforts and appreciation. "Their offerings were quite impressive, I need to remember to reward them with a bountiful season of hunting for their efforts."

"That's kind of you," you muse, petting his hair still as he leans into the soft press of your hand against him. "They're lucky to have someone who is as generous as you, Zagreus."

"You flatter me, darling. I just.. try to give everyone what they deserve," he says, sighing as he looks up at the stars dancing through the night sky, "and to be someone they can believe in."

"I know it isn't easy, my love. After all, if all Gods are worshipped, who is left for the Gods to believe in? Who is there to guide those whose hands mold mortality?"

"It's a bit late to get philisophical," he jokes, although it is without much humor behind his voice. "But I believe that the answer is that we are left with only what we cherish. For me, you are cherished-- so I have you to believe in, to lean on, and to worship in this infinite strand of life. You love me even when I have no offerings, and not even any blood to spill into your cup, and it is not because of my power. You know better than anyone that Gods only have what they have been given-- we have no lights to tell us our fates, only stars."

"I do love you, Zagreus," you affirm, leaning down to kiss his forehead. So many thoughts swirl within his mind, and your kiss helps to soothe his celestial thoughts of life and love. "And I thank the stars that they have led you to me."

Above your heads, in silver and gold, the stars sparkle brighter in their carefully planned formation, as if they are content with the way the scroll of fate has unfurled perfectly.

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[littlelioncub43]

The Balcony Scene

Summary: A long farewell after a date night is nothing new between you and your very dramatic and theatrical boyfriend. Young lovers often find parting is such sweet sorrow.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning: FLUFF. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. You will need to schedule a dentist appointment after this, established relationship, idiots in love, they recite Shakespeare to each other because they're so in love, Wayne being one of those dads/uncles, kissing, very tame stuff, you'll love it.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO'S BACK. Me. It's me. I'm back. I had this thought knocking around in my head for a long, long time and finally was able to get it out and completed in one sitting! Eddie seems like the type to be able to perfectly recite Shakespeare, especially after all the failed English classes— you may not come at me. Anyways! Comment! Reblog! Send an ask! A pigeon! An edible arrangement! Something! Let me know what you guys think! I missed you all hehe

Kisses 💋

—K

A soft song of the Indiana crickets floated through the summer breeze that brushed your skin, the sky was a gentle hue of all encompassing black, and the moon hung neatly in the corner of the heavens. The familiar block of the trailer park was quiet, the sleepy summer night lulled everyone into a trance at this late hour. Your night was divine, picturesque and flawless thanks to Eddie who always seemed to make any day infinitely better. He joked and laughed with you over the burger you shared at the diner, his effortless charm and beaming smile lit up the lamely lit booth you were squished into and sent butterflies fluttering through your entire being— even after all these years, you were still into him. 

Lovesick, is the word. Absolutely lovesick.

And Eddie wasn’t any better. 

The way he was gazing up at you from the bottom of your trailer’s porch, hands gripping the railing to be as close as he could to you without climbing the stairs, standing on his toes so your faces nearly touched while you lean over the railing to meet him halfway. Those puppy dog eyes that twinkled with mischief as a dungeon master, and glazed over with mind-rotting boredom as a student, were now dazzling with adoration as a lover. And damn, was a he a good lover at that. 

“You have to go soon, Wayne said you gotta be back before 3,” you whisper gently to your boyfriend, your hands making no motion to remove themselves from his hair as you cradle his head. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, clearly not listening to you completely. How could he when the glow of your porch light behind you made you look like an actual angel. You giggle and Eddie grins at the sound. 

“You jerk, you’re not even listening,” you chastise with a smile.

“I totally heard you,” he playfully defends in a soft voice, his eyes scanning your face leisurely. 

“What did I say?” You ask while you twirl a ringlet around your index finger. 

“You said that I should stay right here with you forever because you never want me to leave,” he grins again as you chuckle at his words. 

“Don’t you?” He asks and gives you his gentle pout, something he’s perfected over the years of being together: his eyebrows slightly pinched together and upwards, those button eyes silently pleading with yours, for your love, for your tenderness, for your sympathy. It always works. 

“Of course, I do,” you confess and cradle his face in your palm. Eddie couldn’t keep himself from you if his life depended on it. The collision of your lips sends even more winged things fluttering in your stomach, the soft cushion of his lips moving against yours sensually nearly sucks all the breath from your body then and there. Many minutes are lost in your sweet kisses, so many that by the time you both release each other for air, Eddie knows he’s late for curfew now. 

“Wayne’s gonna be pissed, I forgot to take out the trash,” Eddie breathes out humorously, his nose brushing against yours as he opens his mouth to speak once again, “he’s going to have my ass for not—“

“Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou torment’st thyself,” you press a finger to his kiss swollen lips, his grin grows at your words. 

“You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?” He recites effortlessly. 

“Oh, look who’s been paying attention in English,” you tease. 

“Well, if you’re forced to read the same stupid plays 3 years in a row, something’s bound to stick,” he jokes before continuing, “Now, by the ground that I am banished from, well could I curse away a winter’s night, though standing naked on a mountain top where biting cold would never let grass grow, and think it but a minute spent in sport.”

“O, let me entreat thee cease! Give me thy hand, that I may dew it with my mournful tears, nor let the rain of heaven wet this place to wash away my woeful monuments” you bring one of Eddie’s large hands to your cheek, letting him brush the apple of it softly before you plant a peck to his palm. 

“O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, that thou mightst think upon these by the seal, through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!” The porch light across the road flickers to life, a sign from a very tired Wayne for Eddie’s return, but you both ignore it. Eddie watches in rapture as you recite the lines to him, not ready for his short walk home just yet. 

“So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by, as one that surfeits thinking on a want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, adventure to be banish’ed myself; and banish’ed I am, if but from thee,” the sound of the screen door opening breaks your eyes from each other over to Wayne, standing cross armed in his pajamas under the porch light, “Go, speak not to me. Even now be gone!” Eddie steals another kiss just as Wayne clears his throat, his hands gripping yours in earnest. “Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee.”

“Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banish’ed, once by the King, and three times thrice by thee. ’Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence. A wilderness is populous enough, so Suffolk had thy heavenly company— for where thou art, there is the world itself, with every several pleasure in the world; and where thou art not, desolation,” he whispers against your lips, “I can no more. Live thou to joy thy life; myself no joy in naught but that thou liv’st.”

“Eddie!” Wayne calls in a hushed voice, mindful of the sleeping neighbors of the block. You know he’s about 2 minutes from crossing the street to get Eddie himself.

“Get thee hence. The King, thou know’st, is coming,” you giggle and push gently at Eddie’s broad shoulders, “if thou be found by me, thou art but dead.”

“If I depart from thee, I cannot live, and in thy sight to die, what were it else but like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? To die by thee were but to die in jest, from thee to die were torture more than death. O, let me stay, befall what may befall!” His grins when you try to shush his growing voice, your shared giggles making Wayne shake his head with a fond smile. You two were making him sick.

“To France, Sweet Suffolk,” you push at Eddie’s shoulder again, this time he slowly lets himself lower to the ground completely, still gazing up at you from the wild grass as waves of hopeless devotion pour from him. Eddie’s hand holds yours for as long as he can, his fingers gliding across the skin to savor the sensation, your warmth. 

“I go,” he nods, shifting on his feet as he finally begins to tear himself from you.

“And take my heart with thee,” you watch Eddie take a tentative step backwards, towards his waiting uncle, your hands still connected as he takes another step. Your arms reach out, fingers laced together until the distance between you is too great. 

“Alright, love birds, pack it in,” Wayne quietly calls, trying his best to speed up Eddie’s slow walk home. Straightening up, you watch as Eddie crosses the street, his eyes never leaving yours nor his smile ever faltering. When he reaches the middle of the road, he offers you a wave over his shoulder. You giggle and return his gesture, your face burning with a flurry of feelings.

Another fit of giddy giggles overtake you when Eddie nearly trips on the steps of his trailer. He’s quick to recover, taking the stairs two at a time before lingering at the doorway to stare at you a little while longer, his own face flushed with his happiness. Half in and half out, he raises his hand to wave again when a fatherly grip on the collar of his jacket carefully pulls him all the way in, the screen door bouncing against the frame in his absence. With a content sigh, you turn on your heel  and head for indoors, turning to glance at the trailer across the street. There in the corner of the bland building, behind an aged window, you find the boy next door. With wild hair and a sweet smile, he bids you goodnight. 

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[yanderes-galore]

(Pst, maybe when you are free, don't overwork yourself)

Small request (hyped with pokemon): Lysandre or Professor Sycamore, Prompt 1 (from your pinned post, the ones you did) with a darling that happens to be the Champion's (Diantha) child? Or you can get creative or something since the prompt speaks for itself I guess--

I'll see what I got, sure! Did the character that made the most sense. First attempt at writing Lysandre, been awhile since I played X and Y so I hope the character is correct. Shorter than I wantex but I think it still works despite it ^^

Yandere! Lysandre Prompt 1

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Mentions of mass extinction I guess?, Isolation.

Lysandre sees the beauty of everything within this world. Everything from the grass to the sky. Even the pokemon to an extent. He doesn't want any of it to change.

He thought the world itself was the most beautiful thing in his eyes. Then he met you. A beauty within your own right. A treasure he was completely smitten with.

A being truly at home in Kalos.

Like all the beauty in this world, he wishes to preserve you. The thought of you changing... the world tainting you... makes his gut stir. Lysandre doesn't like change....

You won't change in his new world if he keeps you with him... right where he feels you belong.

"Your beauty is unlike any other...."

The Team Flare boss is in a trance when looking at you. His fingers graze against you softly while he hums. You shine the brightest in his arms, like a delicate flame...

Even if you're trapped in a cage as only his to look at.

You shy away from his touch as if it burns you. Such a reaction makes him frown, pulling away. Even with your scared expression and the orange lights beaming at you in your cell, you look beautiful.

Nothing can taint you when you're all his.

"My darling flame, there's no need to be scared. I only wish to nurture your beauty. You'll fit right in with my vision."

You press yourself again the bars, watching him pace. All you could see was orange and gray... the only colors of the room he kept you in, underground... waiting to see the light of day again.

"What is your vision...?" You ask absentmindedly, seeing him stop and turn towards you. The grin on his face shows he was just waiting for you to ask it.

"To keep the world perfect and beautiful. A world never meant to change. Even if it requires purging the wildlife..."

He stops in front of you, blue eyes glossing over your fear.

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

You back off at the intensity of his words. Lysandre goes back to sitting by your cell and sighs.

"Humanity and pokemon alike taint this world and its beauty. Only those I feel are fit will live through my plan. You... you and I will be the first."

His eyes never leave your scared ones. You sit and listen to his rant in fear. Lysandre, as genius as he was, is a madman.

"I took you away from everyone because they'd taint you like this world. Only I can keep you perfect. I want the best for you until my plan is complete."

"... I want to leave...."

"Not yet."

"Can I not even leave the cell?"

"Soon you will, my beloved flame... but it's not safe yet. You'll run..."

His face turns sour, looking away.

"You'll leave me and my vision in the dust and get yourself killed."

"You don't know that..."

"I can sense that."

You then sit in silence, the Team Flare boss looking at you longingly. He reaches a gloved hand theough the bars... only for you to reject him. Your bond would take time...

He has all the time in the world, once his plan works...

You two will be beautiful together, he just knows it.

"Soon you will experience the true beauty of this world... just be patient with me and my plan."

[burpfrog]

Beauty and the Beat | Part 3

Thanks for tuning in again! I also cannot for the life of me figure out the directions I want to take with this fic so I’ll keep the main story line running over here while I move my edited work over to @currentfication, so hop on over if you prefer something a little more polished and less ~chaotic~ but anyhoo I very much appreciate y’all for hanging out!

Kirsten and Latrice was grinning ear to ear when they saw CB the next morning, ready for the newest update. “We we’re just chatting, sadly no juicy gossip for y’all.” CB offered up a crumb of information, hoping that the prodding would soon cease.

“And the crowd goes mild,” Latrice complained as she rolled her eyes. “Come back to us when you have some tea to offer.”

“Well I sure hope there was no action going on last night, you haven’t forgotten about your turn to hold the workshop today have ya?” Kirsten asked.

CB shook her head no and walked them through her lesson plan for later that day, “…I’m hoping I get enough time to set up while you take your last break, I did managed to get the last workshop of the day so I’ll have plenty of time to pack up.” The other girls nodded as they follow along.

“That sounds exciting!” The duo beamed. Bada walked in at that time, curiously joining the conversation.

“What’s exciting?” She interjected.

“Eh, let’s call it a surprise, everyone has been providing insightful workshops I thought I’d do something fun for all of us tonight,” CB trailed off as the next workshop begun, ready for the gruelling challenges ahead.

Pondering for a quick moment, Bada think she has an idea of what CB’s workshop is going to be. This woman hasn’t once taken off her heels - does she not get blisters? - surely the workshop is going to be hell dance class. She’s been to a few of Redlic’s classes, so the idea of attending someone else’s heels dance class sounds fun. After all it’s not everyday that Bada gets to dance with heels on.

After six hours of practices, CB really started to doubt if putting herself last is a good idea. As her peers made their way out the room for an hour break, she dragged her duffel bag into the center of the room and initiated the process of setting up. She skilfully attached the metal pieces into one, and proceeded to secure each one to the ceiling of the studio.

When the hour long break wraps up, the dancers returned to the studio, now with eight extra metal poles. The dancers gasped, thrilled to be trying something new. Bada was no exception, curious to try the sport out herself; that is, until CB walked past and she nearly snapped her neck turning around.

To teach pole dancing, there needs to be maximum grip between the thighs and pole, hence minimum clothing on the legs. Her long legs accentuated by the heels, a litter of tattoo trailing down her legs, circled by the dragon from Spirited Away. She’s taken off the hoodie, replacing it with a oversized crop top barely covering her sports bra; the ink continued upwards, spreading through her torso and back. Bada was looking at everything else in an attempt to not be checking out her body, which proved itself hard as CB hopped onto a pole to address the group.

Bada was only half paying attention as CB introduced herself as the newest member of Jam Republic Agency, her gaze following CB as she moves around fluidly while barely clothed. It’s truly a sight, a mix of hyper femininity and masculinity alike, someone who utilised the aesthetic of both gender as well as Bada herself does. Bada can’t help but marvel at how closely their vibes resemble each other’s, yet total polar opposite at the same time.

CB noticed a staring figure towards the back of the room and came into eye contact with Bada. She chuckled and threw a wink at her, snapping the latter out of her trance. “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough poles for us today, but hopefully we can take turns and have some fun!” CB wrapped up her introduction and begun to show the group the basic lifting techniques and a few tips to avoid injury.

She went around to give out helpful advices and demonstrated how to do tricks for those that mastered the lifting skills, eventually stopping in front of Bada. Noticing her difficulty to climb, CB leaned over and whispered “I think you’re wearing too love, maybe try again without the pants?” Pointing at her baggy jeans, CB couldn’t help but tease.

“Stop teasing me, aren’t you supposed to be teaching us useful skills?” Bada pouted, fighting back a blush forming at her cheeks. CB laughed and ran off, then quickly returning with a few bags in hand.

“Meet Elordi, Gigi, and Sydney,” CB addressed each heels. “They’re PU leather and should help with the climbing.”

“First of all, just how many pairs of these do you own? Also you named them?” Bada blurted, “I don’t think I’ll fit in these.”

“It’s an open-toed size, gives you two sizes in the front and two in the back,” CB quoted her comfort show, “no but for real I’m sure you’ll be fine. Give it a try.” CB bent over and slid the shoes onto Bada, smirking when she zipped up the heels. “There you go Princess,” she continued her attempt with flirting and extended a hand to help her stand up.

Although Bada’s body control is usually superb, standing up with the heels at more than 6 feet did made her stumble forward, CB swiftly catching her in her arms. “Did you planned for this too?” The dancer asked jokingly as she straightened herself from CB’s embrace.

“Oh absolutely. May I have this dance, Princess?” CB resumed her flirting when Bada found her balance. The dancer have such lovely lashes from this angle, the flirt quickly pointed that out to her.

“Eh I don’t know, maybe I’m too tall for heels,” Bada whined, uncomfortable at the proximity to the ceiling.

“Nonsense, all girls need at least a pair of good heels, makes changing lightbulb a hell lot easier.” She jokingly finished, but dead serious about the part where all women deserves to feel like a girl once in a while. The dancer’s tensed shoulders eased a little as she took a few more steps. “Now you should be able to climb without needing to strip off - although I would very much like to see that.”

Bada was surprised that the PU leather did indeed helped with the climbing, and CB muttered something along the line of ‘I’m always right’ before walking off to the other dancers, assisting where needed.

When the workshop wrapped up, most dancers were still having fun spinning on the poles. CB decided to leave for a quick smoke before packing the metal poles down, allowing the dancers to have a little more fun.

After a short blunt, CB returned to Akanen and Ling rallying the girls up for a strip show. The girls have borrow Sydney and Elordi, respectively, and have set up seats in front of the poles.

“LET’S GOOOOO!!! SERVE CUNTTTTTT!!!” CB cheered on the girls as they are wilding amongst themselves to Saweetie’s Best Friend. Someone has turned off the lights to the studio, and the make shift stage is illuminated by phone torches and a line night light that one must have brought from their room. The girls utilised the tricks they’ve picked up earlier on, and is laughing way too hard while attempting to balance on a metal structure. Ling successfully landed a spin on the pole, and the room erupted into cheers.

After a few turns from different dancers, alcohol have started to emerge in the studio. Seeing that everyone is of age and the workshop has long since wrapped up, no one seemed to mind the sneaky drinks here and there.

“CB! Get your ass up on the pole!” Kirsten hollered at the newbie. The Jam Republic Agency members begun to chant the newcomer’s name until CB found her way in front of the crowd.

“Ok ok I see how it is - hazing the newbie.” The group all laughed as CB changed the song to Ashnikko’s playlist, hopping onto the pole effortlessly. As Bada took a sip of the alcohol handed to her, she almost choked at the sight of CB on the pole, dangling upside down while spinning. Her world was silent for a brief moment, butterflies in her stomach with an all-too-familiar feelings she’s had.

The shenanigans went on for a little longer, until someone from the crowd, obviously a little tipsy and slurring, started demanding for lap dances. “LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE” the group chanted.

CB laughed and complied, relieved by the welcoming and lively environment; coming from a non-music background, she was dreading not having a place amongst the professionals. “Kirsten girl come on,” the blue haired girl demanded, imitating the dancer’s ‘main rival’ from that dance show she was on a few months prior. Following the uproar, the Kiwi pulled up a chair close to the pole CB was on.

The dance routine was risqué and suggestive, and the two girls was giggling all through the performance. A few bars into the song, CB politely asked the sitting girl if she’s okay with her sitting on her lap, and Kirsten gladly accepted the offer. “Holy shit babes I feel like I’m in a club right now sans the actual stripping part, are you sure you don’t want to get tipped for this?” Kirsten said as she pulled out some coins.

The former stripper let out a laugh and suggested “Maybe make it rain, not make it hail.”

Everyone was having great fun with the ass shaking and provocative dancing, aside from Bada who, even to her own surprise, felt a tinge of jealousy. Before she knew it, she have made herself rather close to the front of the performance, watching every floor-humps and twerkings.

Out of the corner of CB’s eyes she noticed the blonde girl approaching, and leaned forward to whisper at Kirsten. “Sorry babes I’ll need you to move along, my main chick has arrived.” Kirsten’s eyes widen in understanding and hummed in agreement.

“You’re up next,” Kirsten stood up and pulled Bada into the chair in one swift motion. Before the long haired blonde dancer had noticed what’s going on, she was seated into a metal folding chair, inches away from CB’s thighs. One moment she was ravelling in a trance of jealousy, the next thing she realised was making eye contact with an inked dragon, with CB’s shorts riding dangerously high up her ass cheeks and Miss Nectarine playing in the background.

CB mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Kirsten before tuning into the music and the dancer in front of her, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Her lips looked so edible right now CB had to quickly wipe the corner of her mouth to make sure she isn’t drooling.

Bada watched as CB snap herself into the dance routine during the first few beats, her facial expression turned from cheerful laughter to pure seduction with a quick heel click. Her hand glided down the pole sensually, her back slowly arching forward. With the help of her other hand she swiftly swung herself around and remained hovering in that posture for a few turns, before smoothly landing into a split. The crowd erupted into a series of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, some even clapping, but it all seemed like white noise to Bada as CB maintained eye contact whilst slowly crawling towards her.

“May I?” She gently enquired the blonde in the seat before sitting on her lap with her head leaned backwards onto her shoulder. The dancer have previously shared some close contact dances with other performers, but this is a first for her as her cheeks flushed red and her heart thumping - and she’s pretty sure it’s not because of the alcohol.

The two minute song felt way too short as CB stood up from the dancer, jaw hung in shock by the titillating act. CB noticed the flustered girl’s attempt at composing herself and tipped her hat brim downward to help hide her rosy cheeks. She then quickly bowed at the audiences as she pulled Ling back onto the pole. “Your turn Ling, I need a smoke.”

CB shuffled through the crowd and made her way to her usual hide out, pulling out the essentials. That little lap dance stunt that she pulled just now was not just blood-tingling for the famous dancer, being that close to her was an equally electrifying experience to CB. Pulling off that feat without stumbling - especially when she was looking right back at her like that - CB quickly rolled a blunt to clear some unholy thoughts from her mind.

The door creaked open and Bada poked her head through the gap, walking out once she confirmed that the producer is once again curled up in the seat. “What was that all about?” She asked with a smirk as she approached.

“My feeble at seducing you, Princess,” CB said while gesturing tipping a hat.

The tall dancer took up the empty seat next to CB, leaning towards the girl, her face now inches away from hers. “Well it worked, so what’s next?” She said breathily, slowly glancing down at her lips.

CB chuckled a little and tucked a loose strand of the dancer’s blonde hair behind her ears. Leaning forward to close the gap, she whispered in her ears “Well then let’s get to work.”

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I knowwwww this chapter is kind of a huge ass mess - I may or may not be distracted by writing smut for next chapter? 🫣 I promise I will try to come back and edit it after I get some sleep in tonight 🙇🏻‍♀️ anyhoo thank you again for sticking around!

[justblades]

𖣯 FOR THE : SLICK&SLOPPY! 500 EVENT

♡ CHARACTERS : mysta, sonny + alban x gender neutral! reader

SCENARIO : SWEATY SEX WITH THEM ! WC: 1.6k

WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. choking, sick sex (?)

MYSTA — it was all cramped, dark, and most of all— it was fucking hot. the three things you despised the most meshed together all in one, the redeeming factor of the situation was having your walls pounded by a rather bizarre male who claimed himself to be a detective. as you keep making erotic mewls from the way he dicks you down, he does the same by panting heavily and moaning groans as well.

"what detective would fuck a person just because of temptation!?" you struggle to voice out, brows knitted so tight while you keep your arms propped on the olden oak table creaking with the slightest movements. your body keeps on racking back and forth from the unfamilar's pounces, but shamefully, you liked it. so he wasn't the only one indulging in the impulses. "just . . just shut up for god's sake." his ink black gloved hands are wrapped around your lower belly, assisting you to be in sync with his rhythm.

earlier, your clothes were all skillfully stripped by the detective, in contrary to him whose clothes are still on, white straight slacks just unzipped to let his throbbing dick spring out. even though you're the one who's sweating like hell already, as if all the stickiness in the world clung onto your body, you could only feel bad for the other party. "hey, being fully clothed isn't gonna do you any good." you suggest and ponder if he's gonna pick up what you're trying to say. 

"alright, unbutton my clothes then." it was surprisingly easy to convince him to remove his garb too and he decides to flip you over, making you face him now as you're still leaning on the ligneous desk table. your eyes only widen in exchange, "remove my clothes." his gaze narrows into your eyes and upon locking a lustened glance with his aquamarine hues, you feel as if you were invited to a trance you've never been to before. "hello? are you still there?"

his light yet raspy voice snaps you out of your thoughts. his tone sounded like if it was meant to mock you but you inched forward to his body nonetheless. sitting up straight from the table as he stands across from you, you reach your hands forward and took your time to unbutton his top. "so? name?" you query to the grizzle haired. "mysta." surprisingly short of an answer, his thick lashes batting at the sight of you helping him remove his button down. upon stripping himself free of his uniform, you saw his torso glistening with sweat from the dim lightings of the surroundings.

you were admiring his chiseled build and the broad plane of his chest when suddenly, he pushes you on the tabletop once again and shoves his dick back in. "—and that's all you're ever gonna get." he adds to his last response, meanwhile more squelching noises continue to reverberate inside the secluded vicinity. with faint vision from how mysta has been doing you, beads of his sweat from the forehead roll down on doplets, landing on your bare skin. even if it was such a blurry view, you could admire how his sharp features were accentuated from his dampened hair, dangling in directions along with his actions.

SONNY — "take care of me, yeah?" the blond poorly says, his voice was melodically soft yet sounding very fatigued at the same time. a small pack of ice rests on top of his forehead, his eyes closely shut to take a well deserved rest. you intertwine your hand with his as you mumbled with a low, "of course." he beams you a small smile in return, appreciative of the sweet gesture.

you turn away from the sick officer to grab something from your back, when all of a sudden he parts his lips open again. "but . . i kinda miss us having sex." whipping your head back to the direction where sonny was laying, you peered into his soul tht he could feel the pressure of your strong glare of daggers. "i-i'm sorry! i shouldn't have said that." the male stammers and purses his lips into a thin line in response, while you seated there, shocked.

but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him have it in his way right? you thought to yourself until you finally had the resolve to do it anyways; proceeding to carefully position yourself on top of him. sonny lets out a gasp as he feels a weight sinking down on his muscular body but his hands immediately find their ways curling on your waist, flashing you a toothy grin right after with a heavy-lidded, alluring gaze. his azure hues ablaze of lust and tiredness pierce into yours, some of the lightest streaks of his hair framing his pretty face shape.

sonny looked like someone in dire need of help, and that was what you're doing. you slowly stroke his erection underneath the fluffy sheets encompassing his lanky figure, earning ragged breathings from the blond beneath your touch. "s. . slowly." you look back at him to see him sweating rivulets of liquids already from his forehead. you nod and slowed your pace of heating the moment up in your own ways such as grinding your lower region against his crotch, palming through his thin white shirt in search of his sensitive hard nipples. slowly creeping up to his face, you plant an open mouthed kiss right on the mole of his neck, to which the male couldn't resist but bite down on yours as well.

"sonny!" you whimper once you feel your skin bare naked by sonny's swift movements, capable of stripping you even though he was at a bad shape. "i'm gonna . . put it in now . ." he slowly utters with heavy breathing and when he finally thrusts it in your hole, you squirm feeling your walls mold around his shape and girth. he bucks his hips upwards to ram into your walls and pull out the next second, to which his slit was creaming already with his juices making lewd noises. the sounds of skin slapping and viscous liquids being shoved back into your hole repetitively echo inside his room, you were unable to stifle your moans.

as you rest your head on his neck, you could feel his body's boiling temperature and forgot for a quick moment. "wait, sonny. let me do it for you, you're sick, remember?" you sit up straight once you straddle his thighs, rubbing his tip againsy your fluttering entrance. he hums in approval and you could swear you were starting to sweat too. atleast not as much as the male under you, but still, the moment you put it in was the moment the two of you bathed in sticky sweat altogether having sex in spite sonny's sickness.

ALBAN — he lifts your leg up with his dominant hand, the free one wrapped around your neck like a pretty choker adorning the body part. his feline like eyes tainted of two colors flicker to your body, fangs beaming as he hisses on you. "you know why i'm doing this, right? i'm doing this to get answers."

you chortle at the thief in front who's doing all kinds of stuff to pleasure you, concealing his true intentions with sham excuses such as the latter. "yeah, the answer is inside me so hurry up and go." with a conceited smug grin, he finally shoves himself, a heavy breath heaved once he feels you clamp around his dick like it was its first meal.

"fuck, hurry up and spill it!" the male was wearig his full gear hence why the discomfort was making his body feel restrained, more sweat forms underneath the layers of protective clothing slowly dripping down on his skin. the constant nervousness of someone about to walk upon you two having an intercourse when he's on his duty irks him a shit ton; but what can he do when he's literally in front of you? "no can do." you respond, purposely getting on his nerves.

alban scoffs in exchange, brows furrowed as he continuously rams into your hole. you attempt to do your best at stifling your mewls of pleasure, but you weren't able to keep it up at all when he's doing everything to milk you dry of crucial information. he curses mentally at himself, why did his enemy have to be so sexually appealing he couldn't keep his hands off of you. "god damn it, it's so fucking hot in here." he says, letting go of your leg to wipe the cluster of sweat forming on his skin.

due to the frustration; both in his duties and sexual feelings, he unintentionally thrusts in deeper and faster than ever, stirring the carnal desire searing in your body with his rock hard cock. your moans become ragged in tune, getting cut off everytime he enters you. "oh wow! you're feeling good! now tell me, where is it?" the mocha haired exclaims, his hold on your neck tightening. although this was your first experiencing something like this, if it was alban, you're surely enjoying it.

"i won't tell until you cum though." with the corners of your lips tugged upwards, you grab alban by his arms and turn him over, making you sit on top of him with his dick still buried in between your sticky, tightened walls. while you continue to pounce on him up and down, you comb through his sweat drenched locks with your fingers. "you're cute when your hair is soft and fluffy but you're so sexy when you're sweaty." you poke fun at the male and he grits his teeth as a reaction. however, seeing him so submissive and perspiring underneath your body was a sight to behold, one that you should forever remember.

[scarletttries]

Love Language (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns throughout, but AFAB reader for smut purposes. As per this request the reader touches themselves in bed while Steven is asleep, so reader discretion advised on that topic)

Word Count: 3.4k

Request: "Huge fan of SG Wet Dreams but I also bring you: Steven being nervous about physicality and reader not wanting to push him but it's just a bit much laying next to him at night horny and how would he handle waking up to a reader pleasuring themselves 😶"

Author's Note: Bringing back my sweet boy Steven Grant for this exceptional request :) Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, I hope the months I take to reply are worth it 😄💞

Love Language (Steven Grant)

"It's only been a month, give him all the time he needs and he'll make a move eventually. I mean look at you, of course he will! But when he's ready and not before" You spoke firmly to your dressed up reflection in the mirrored wall, as the lift climbed to Steven's floor. Dating the gift shop employee had been the dreamiest month you could have imagined, his undivided attention and warmth filling your heart every time his eyes met yours. You could tell how much effort it had taken him just to ask you out in the first place, nervously wringing his hands as he stumbled his way through directions to a cafe he liked nearby, so the last thing you wanted to do was pressure the seemingly inexperienced sweetheart. After four dates, and a painfully slow walk back to your place, you had finally stared at his lips so unavoidably that he'd worked up the nerve to kiss you goodnight, giggling enthusiastically with every kiss you shared since. You were content to take things slow with Steven, respecting his boundaries and confident you were both in this for the long haul. However it's safe to say that while your brain had accepted that, your body didn't seem to get the message. With every sweet word, every gentle brush of his trembling fingers over your skin, every nuzzle of his nose against yours as he beamed after each kiss, you ached for him more and more. And the thought of spending the whole evening with your thighs pressed against each other on his little sofa sent electricity through your veins that was hard to ignore.

You took a deep breath before you knocked for his flat, reminding yourself again to let Steven set the pace, his comfort far more important than your stirring desires. The door sprung open the second your knuckles made contact with the wood, your sweet date hovering by the door from the moment you'd let him know you were leaving work.

"(Y/n)!" He cried excitedly, like he did every time he saw you, no matter how dates you'd been on together. His warm gaze fixed on your face, trying to notice every detail of it, even more entranced by your beauty that he'd been the first time he saw you across the museum. He stilled in the doorway, letting the butterflies inside him soar, already day-dreaming of a future where he was the man you came home to day after day.

"Hi Steven." You greeted gently, shuffling the bags in your arms a bit to snap him out of his trance.

"God sorry, I'm blocking the doorway like a numpty while you've got all those bags. Come in, let me take one of those." He scrambled out the way, shaking his head, and helping you set down the bags in your arms.

"Thank Steven, as much as I love taking the time to stare at you, they were a bit heavy." You joked, earning a almost manic laugh from him as he shook his head again, blood flushing his cheeks with colour,

"YOU staring at ME, yeah right, good one." He peered into the canvas bag as he settled it onto his kitchen counter, "What is all this love?"

"Well it's miserable outside, so I thought rather than go out I would cook for us?" You watched a sweet smile spread across Steven's face at your thoughtfulness, genuinely surprised by the seemingly endless kindness you held for him. As he watched you pull out ingredients and navigate his little kitchen his face faltered for a second,

"Oh god, i'm so sorry love, I don't know if I've told you but I'm vegan..." You laughed at his panicked expression, like he hadn't mentioned it at every dinner date for the last month, before smiling reassuringly,

"So is my ramen." Adding with a wink, "Maybe I should introduce the two of you." At that he let out another loud laugh, moving around the counter to situate himself right in front of you, timidly wrapping his arms around your neck, the soft wool of his jumper enveloping your shoulders as his lips found yours. His kiss landed softly, full of warmth, a smile fighting against his cheeks as you leant forward to let your chest settle against his.

"You really are perfect." He breathed-out absent-mindedly, more thinking aloud in the warming glow of your embrace than actively seeking to compliment you.

"I' don't know about perfect, but i'd settle for perfect for you." You replied sweetly, drinking in the loving light in Steven's eyes as he happily nodded at your comment, trying not to think about the warmth building in your lower belly as he hugged you closer. Steven stood in silence for a beat, just letting himself enjoy this moment, the kind of easy Friday night he had longed for his whole life now a regular fixture in his present and future. That seemed to trigger a follow-up thought for him because he jumped away from your touch, suddenly dashing around his flat like a man possessed.

"Are you okay, love?" You offered softly, less than concerned as you caught the beaming smile on his face as he rummaged through a satchel before turning around proudly thrusting his offering towards you.

"Yeah, sorry, I wanted to give you this before I forgot! You said you had a whiteboard at work you could decorate now, so I wanted to give you something from me to put on it! If you want to, obviously you don't have to, but I just thought..." He continued his nervous ramblings as you looked over his gift: a postcard from the museum with a collage of pictures from the ancient Egypt exhibit across the front. Turning it over delicately, already treasuring the simple gift, you could see Steven had carefully hand-written a note for you, in hieroglyphs.

"I love it Steven, of course I want to put it up. What does it say?" You beamed, watching his stare fall to his feet, hands wringing nervously like they had the first day you met.

"Well, uh, that's a secret love. One day I'll lend you my dictionary and you can find out. But I promise it's nice." He looked up proudly at the final word, a devotion in his transfixed gaze that made your heart flutter and thighs clench.

***

3:07. The glaring red light of the clock seemed to stare back at you as you struggled to return to the realm of sleep. It had been another perfect evening of respectful romance between you and Steven, ending in him spooning you in bed as you both settled into a cosy rest. But it seemed like today your body wanted more than you were willing to ask for of Steven, waking you with an almost uncomfortably warm feeling in your lower stomach. You stared at the ceiling, not daring to look at the man peacefully resting beside you, his arm still draped over your bare stomach, only adding to your sensitivity. Carefully sliding out from his grasp, you stepped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen hoping a little space would calm your pounding heart.

It was there you saw the postcard, and decided on something you knew would calm you down: there was nothing less sexy than homework, right? Creeping across the wooden floors, you scanned each book with the torch on your phone until you found the dictionary you were looking for: hieroglyphs. Settling onto the floor you began flicking through, isolating symbols and making a note of each one you translated in your phone. You could feel your eyelids get heavier as you worked, relieved that this intense concentration seemed to be keeping your mind from wandering back to the warm, muscular figure asleep a few feet away. Between the dictionary and trawling through some online forums you could bet Steven was a moderator on, it didn't take you long to find the same string of symbols on a blog covering famous Egyptian love stories from centuries past. There you found the story of a poor egyptian peasant who won the love of a pharaoh's daughter and inscribed in stone for all eternity: "My heart belongs to you, I simply borrow every beat."

If you hadn't already been sat on the floor, you might have genuinely swooned. You allowed yourself a glance at Steven's peaceful form, moved by the way he saw himself next to you, his choice of story just as telling as the sweet words he wanted you to see from him day after day whenever you were apart. You moved as quietly as you could as you set the dictionary back in its place, smiling at the thought of Steven carefully writing this note with no translation, trying to keep the depths of his feelings hidden a little longer. With everything reset you eased yourself back into your place in bed, Steven's broad hand instinctively stretching across your stomach again.

It wasn't until your skin burned under his touch that you realised your little translation exercise had only deepened your aching need for him, his romantic gift making him somehow even more desirable. As you watched him breathe softly in his sleep, full lips slightly parted you couldn't help but picture how beautiful he'd look underneath as you rode him, his lips spilling moans instead of calm breaths. Your thighs rubbed together involuntarily as you stared at him, sighing in relief at the slight friction on your warming core. You knew at this point there was no way you were going to be able to sleep without calming yourself down, your heartbeat pulsing between your legs as your gaze drifted down his bare chest, picturing his awestruck face as you left a trail of kisses down it, teasing him before taking him deep in your throat. Your hand slipped into your shorts before you realised what you were doing, a jolt running up your spine the second it made contact with your throbbing clit. You had to fight not to jump at the contact, already so aroused as you dipped your middle finger slowly into your wet folds. You held your lower lip softly between your teeth as you moved, desperate not to make enough noise to wake Steven, pushing the shame out of your mind as you brought your now slick fingers to circle your clit delicately. Gaze fixed to Steven's stout fingers resting across your bare skin, just inches from where you really them, you thought about how good they'd feel pressing into you, stretching you out and getting you wet before he brought his hard manhood to slide into your centre. As your fingers brushed your sensitive bud in quick circles, you fantasised about the view of Steven on top of you, running his length teasingly between your aching folds, smiling gleefully as you told how much needed his cock, his mouth, his fingers, any of him, begging him to fill you up.

As your eyelids fluttered shut, imagination full of the handsome man beside you, you missed his eyes cracking open slightly, before shooting wide as he watched you.

Steven could feel the slight tremble of your thighs against the bed, initially worried you were having a nightmare, but now wondering if he was in a dream of his own. He held his breath as he watched your fingers work, not wanting to disrupt, his angle letting him see down your shorts to the glistening mess you had worked yourself up into. He thought about shutting his eyes again, feeling like a pervert for wanting nothing more than to let his hand join yours, giving you what he hoped would be a very pleasant surprise. Steven had found himself in a similar position at the end of a lot of your dates, failing to take your physical relationship a step further despite building himself up to it night after night. So usually it was him laying in this bed, fisting himself to the thought of what could have happened if he had just been able to touch you.

"Steven." You moaned absent-mindedly, your mind so clouded by thoughts of him you hadn't noticed your mouth fall open. But Steven had, the noise snapping him back into the moment as he watched your tongue trace across your slightly bitten lip, your chest rising and falling as your pace quickened. He thought about all the moments and opportunities he'd missed to give you bring you to this point of ecstasy himself, and took a deep breath, deciding if he couldn't say something now, the moment might never come.

"Do you want some help with that love?" His voice cut through the quiet dark of the room, and you snapped your eyes open, quickly withdrawing your hand, cursing the involuntary whimper you let out as the loss of contact as you spoke,

"Steven, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't sleep, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. Oh god that probably makes it worse!" The words came out with a tremble as you clasped your hands over your eyes, too mortified to meet his good-natured gaze. You only gave yourself permission to look again when you felt his hand snaking up your inner thigh, tracing small circles into the soft flesh.

"You don't have to be sorry sweetheart, I'm bloody flattered actually! And, I've done the same thing after you've left before, I guess I just didn't think someone as stunning as you would really feel that way about silly old me." Your breath seemed stuck in your chest as you stared deeply into his excited gaze, feeling your legs twitch as his fingers crept higher and higher. You could see him gulp as he reached the edge of your underwear, steadying himself before he spoke,

"I could help if you want, give you a hand...so to speak." His brow furrowed as if unsatisfied with his unpracticed attempts at flirting, "I'd like to touch you, if that's something you want, otherwise I can.."

"I want you to touch me Steven." You breathed out before he could pull his hand away, eyes wide and tone pleading, in a moment that felt like heaven on earth to your excited boyfriend. He grinned and nodded as he slipped his hand into your underwear, moving painfully slowly as if you might change your mind at any second. As his thumb brushed over your wet folds a high pitched sigh left your lips, relief at being touched against coursing through your veins. Steven could feel your stomach tense at his touch, your hips bucking slightly against his hand as he found your clit, brushing over it in soft strokes as his confidence grew. Resting his thumb over your pulsing bud, he slowly slipped one finger inside you, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch your wanting reaction as he fought back his own growing excitement, having dreamt of this moment since the first time you'd spent the night. He gave you a few leisurely thrusts and withdraws of his finger, before adding a second one, the feeling of fullness tightening the pressure that had been building inside you all night. His hand worked your entrance as he watched your every reaction to his movements, the combination of his steady rhythm and your growing wetness making every touch feel like silky perfection. Your chest rose and fell at his whim, your nipples hard through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, calling to Steven as he could feel his own hips bucking against your trembling thighs, which occasionally clenched around his hand as your excitement built. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, his aching, hard, length starting to leak his own excitement as it searched for contact.

As your climax drew closer your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling his lips to yours, barely stifling the latest moan his smooth touch drew from your lips. Eager to feel more of your body, Steven swung his leg over you, moving on top and groaning in your mouth as he felt his throbbing erection rub between your thighs. His fingers kept their steady pace, curling inside you and rubbing your almost overstimulated button, as his tongue hungrily explored your mouth. As you felt the pressure of his dick grinding just below his hand you cried out his name, arching your back to meet him as you felt yourself start to come undone,

"Steven! Fuck, you feel so good." You could feel him moan against your neck as his lips descended lower, his hips trembling at the almost sinful way you cried his name.

"I love the way you say my name love, you sound so good like this."

"You're so good Steven, so gorgeous, so good to me" You continued to praise as his face found your chest, nudging your t-shirt higher with his nose until more of you was exposed for him. He kissed sloppily over your chest, nipping and sucking at the soft skin before letting his tongue trace over your nipple, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, the volume of your praising words climbing and climbing until they erupted into a single call of his name. You could feel yourself gush around his fingers as your thighs twitched, the teasing lick of his tongue sending you over your long anticipated edge, your whole body writhing under his as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your head fell back as the pressure inside you finally started to dissipate, overwhelmed by the satisfied feeling of finally having had the man you love pleasure you, and how hard you came at his touch. In the haze of your bliss you could feel his fingers still working you through your orgasm until, with a harsh thrust of his hips and deep groan against your chest, he finally stilled between your legs.

With a soft grip of his hair you brought his lips back to yours for an eager kiss, before sighing out contently, "That was amazing Steven, thank you." He beamed with pride at your words, hoping that meant you'd call on his services again soon, knowing he'd be confident enough to touch any way he wanted on your next date. Planting another soft kiss on his face, you played gently with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave your hips a soft circle against his,

"If you want I could, return the favour." You spoke softly, taking his bottom lips gently between your teeth only to be met with a laugh that burst through his lips on its own,

"Sorry (Y/n), It's just, uh, a bit too late for that." Your brow furrowed until you realised the slick spread across your shorts wasn't only your own. Even in the darkness Steven's face glowed red at his excitable reaction, watching the dawning realisation spread across face in a slight smile,

"Next time then. Whenever we next wake up." You replied with a quick peck, guiding Steven to lie next to you so you could curl up on his chest, relieved to be less conscious of touching him, and stifling a laugh at the way he nodded happily and glanced back the the red glow of the clock, willing morning to come sooner.

[tired-teacher-blog]

hii how are you teach? needing some aizawa comfort of reader being harassed by some guys on the street. like he comes out maybe while he’s finishing up patrolling at night. recently had a few bad encounters and it makes me ick.

Baby I am so sorry you had to deal with such an awful thing, it must've been hard for you 😢 I hope you're feeling better now. I'm also really sorry it took me too long but I hope you like it ❤️

Title : Falling star

Characters : Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ Fluff/ One shot/ Happy ending

Trigger warning : Attempted rape/ injuries

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "So, what do you want for dinner?" you were twinkling, practically skipping as you talked to your man on the phone, "should I buy something on the way home or do you prefer a homemade meal?"

_ "Anything is fine beautiful," he responded softly, sighing as he did, "I missed you."

You giggled happily, almost forgetting that you were outside in public, "what are you saying Shōta? We left the apartment together this morning so how can you miss me so soon?"

Truthfully, you were only teasing, because you too had missed him a lot.

His hearty chuckle came from the other end of the line, "I'm sorry those night shifts are getting more and more frequent lately." he sounded remorseful.

_ "I'm sorry too honey, but that's okay, you're doing this so people like myself can feel safer on the streets." you held your phone closer to your ear, wishing you were holding him instead.

You meant every word you uttered though, knowing that he was out there preventing crime and watching over the city gave you serenity and peace of mind, however..

Lost in your own trance, you failed to notice the wicked stares that followed you from behind, and it didn't help that less and less people were passing by. But even then, you felt secure having your beloved's voice accompanying you, it was all you needed.

_ " Oh Shōta! Look up! Have you seen that falling star?!" you beamed pointing to the moving light.

_ "Yes baby, I have," his words were laced with a smile that you could undeniably feel, "beautiful."

You took a deep breath, relishing the cool breeze that tickled your skin. And for a moment it was peaceful and quiet, until a harsh pull on your arm shattered that perfect image.

You yelped, losing your balance and smashing your phone to the ground. It all happened too quickly that when you finally regained your composure you were in a nearby dark alley, restrained and pushed against the wall.

_ "Who are you? And what do you want from me?" if Shōta had taught you anything, it was to remain calm and to keep your self-control when faced with danger.

"Buy yourself time and examine your surroundings, don't give your attacker the satisfaction of controlling your reactions."

You never thought the day would come when his words would start playing inside your brain as you possibly faced your demise.

You were terror stricken, barely able to push your tears back, but you were never taught to give in so easily..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Your voice sounded heavenly reaching him over the device he held dearly as he talked to you.

Your little conversations about how your day had been, what to have for dinner, or even the tiniest strangest things encountering you on your way home were what made the dragging tedious night shifts bearable.

He looked up smiling, picturing your beautiful face among the stars until a shooting one caught his attention.

He opened his mouth to mention it, but as usual, you were quicker.

_ " Oh Shōta! Look up! Have you seen that falling star?!" you were precious, and it never ceases to amaze him just how passionate you are about the smallest things.

He's not one to believe in superstitions but if there was such a thing then he wouldn't mind making a wish on that breaking star.

"never leave my side y/n"

Was what he silently longed for. However, and only moments later came a reminder that life wasn't a fairytale..

_ "Y/n! What's happening?! Talk to me!" he heard it all.. your horrified scream, their devilish laughter, the ambiguous ruckus, and the loud crush before your phone went dead.

He feared the worst as he pictured nightmarish scenarios of what might be happening to the love of his life, but losing you was never going to be an option.

He instantly regained his composure and dashed to find you, thanking the heavens that you only ever take one and the same way home every day.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "What's a pretty thing like yourself doing alone at this hour?" he was too close, his disgusting breath fanning over your neck.

_ "Oh I guess it's just our good luck man!" his friend dared to slide his rough fingers under your shirt.

_ "No stop! Don't touch me! Stay away!" everything you were taught by Shōta went down the drain in a split second.

You thought you could handle it, you thought you could defend yourself, you thought you could make him proud, but you were shackled by your overwhelming fright.

_ "Would you look at that! I'm suddenly so turned on," a third one that you hadn't seen before, appeared out of nowhere, "it's always fun to see their once rebellious glare turn into a pleading peep."

_ "I know right?" the asshole who was boldly touching you, ripped off your shirt all of a sudden leaving you exposed to the three of them.

_ "No don't! Please don't!" your tears started falling and you no longer cared about forcing them back, "let go of me! Help! Someone! Anyon.." a big rough hand slammed itself over your mouth, knocking your head on the wall behind you.

Something started trickling down your nape.. blood? Possibly, you were too lightheaded to comprehend.

_ "Shut the fuck up, someone will hear you." those were their last words to you..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

Shōta ran like a mad man, knocking a few innocent bystanders on the way.

Every second that passed meant the difference between your life and death, and he couldn't even begin to imagine what that would mean for him.

"I'll get to you.. I promise I will."

He repeated in his head like a mantra, scanning the area for anything suspicious until he heard something. He wasn't sure what it was or if it meant anything until a clearer sound followed suit.

"let go of me! Help! Someone! Anyon.." it was yours, undoubtedly so, you were closer than he thought. He flew following your voice into an abandoned dark alley that seemed endless, bottomless.. until he finally reached you..

The sight he was welcomed with made the blood boil in his veins. Filthy lowlife villains surrounded you, laughing, mocking, grabbing. But his attention went straight to you, your shivering squirming body, your flowing tears and terrified expressions.

_ "I'll kill you for that." he growled before kicking them to the ground and pummeling them mercilessly.

You could hear them begging for mercy from where you were crouching, but Shōta kept beating them up with no signs of stopping, it was as if he was possessed.

You wanted to call his name, to tell him that you were alright, that he had gotten to you on time, but deep down you wanted your assaulters to learn their lesson, not only for what they wanted to do to you but also for the sake of their previous victims.

The ruckus had finally stopped.. bodies were piled up on top of each other, bleeding, broken, whimpering, and Shōta was instantly by your side, replacing your lost shirt with his own and inspecting you for injuries.

_ "How are you feeling sweetheart? Are you hurt anywhere?" he was tense, jaws clenched and brows furrowed. He looked guilt ridden.

_ "I'm okay, I promise," you cupped his cheeks as you smoothed out his skin, "you came for me, you saved me."

One of his hands cradled your head and he gasped feeling the warm liquid against his fingers.

_ "They hit you?!" the animalistic glare returned to his features and you had to reassure him.

_ "It's no big deal Shōta, it doesn't hurt that much I swear, it's probably just a scratch."

He pulled you to his chest, kissing everywhere his lips could reach, "this is never going to happen again I promise! I will keep you safe."

You smiled knowing that he meant every single word, "Shōta, please take me home." you just wanted to be out of that dump.

He nodded grabbing his phone and calling the police and an ambulance for you..

An hour later, the criminals were shipped to the station and you were home after the medics confirmed your well-being.

_ "It must've been hard baby, I'm really sorry," he kissed your shoulder before lathering your skin with your favorite body wash and massaging it softly, "but I'm proud of you, you bought me enough time to reach you at the right moment."

Your cheeks heated up because you weren't exactly as proud as he was. You were panicked and did little to defend yourself.

_ "I couldn't do anything.. I was so scared.. if you got to me a few minutes later then who knows.."

He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest, the sudden movement causing you to flinch and the water level to rise in the bathtub.

_ "It's fine to be scared. Hell, I was terrified myself.. but you were brave because you did your best against them despite your fear, that's why you're brave, and that's why I'm proud." he trailed soft feathery kisses along the side of your neck and you traced the strong arms that wrapped themselves around your frame.

_ "You really think so? You really think I did well?" his words mean the world to you, and you wanted to hear more.

_ "Of course I do, you were the one calming my nerves earlier remember?"

You giggled squeezing his arms.

_ "See? You're able to laugh, that's how strong you are." he gently cupped your jaw, turning your head to the side and kissing your smiling lips, "my brave undefeated y/n" he mumbled softly against you and you giggled some more, moving around to mount him and making a mess out of the bathroom floor that was all kinds of drenched, but neither of you cared.

_ "I love you Shōta"

_ "I love you more," he kissed you again before averting his gaze, "you know, I kinda did something silly tonight," he cleared his throat, "I made a wish on that falling star, for you to stay by my side." he wanted you to laugh some more, to mock him, to hopefully forget -even for a moment- what happened earlier, he wouldn't have revealed such an embarrassing secret otherwise.

But your reaction was the last thing he expected.

_ "Really?! I did too! I made the same wish and I was too embarrassed to tell you!"

You two were quiet for a moment after that, blinking a few times before bursting out laughing.

_ "We're both weird I guess." you struggled between uncontrollable chuckles and he could finally heave a sigh of relief, caressing your cheeks and marveling at how alluring you were.

_ "My beautiful brave y/n."

@mommymi1kers

[stardustincarnate]

Baby You're All That I Want, When You're Lying Here in My Arms // Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER.

SUMMARY : There is nothing that can compare to early morning snuggles with your beloved boyfriend, as well as contemplation for the uncertain future, which your boyfriend lovingly reassures you of.

WORD COUNT : 1102 words.

GENRES : fluff that transitioned into soft angst (author got a little carried away)

♡ writing commissions are open! ♡

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

A/N : this is my first actual jjba fanfic, so i do apologise if bruno is a bit ooc. i'm still in my jjba phase but i'm beginning to think that, oh boi, maybe this isn't just a phase anymore...

A blissful sense of tranquility blanketed this certain morning of yours, like a soft, wistful mist smothering the city and sending it to a serene, enchanted trance. You found respite at the sound of nature thriving at the hour, completely unperturbed by the activities of man and their made machines, only hummingbirds flapping their tiny wings, roosters crowing to wake the lazy up to start their day and feed them, and the shrilly songs of magpies as they traveled across the morning sky, which was painted with soft shades of yellow and purple, laden with so little clouds which produced way for the sun to beam majestically at you as it towered above the city of Naples.

You sighed in sheer contentment as the tantalizing aroma of your morning cappuccino wafted towards you, and it seemed as if it had also permeated through the curtains of your shared hotel room with your lover, Bruno, because he had begun to amble towards you while rubbing the sleep from his eyes and smiling weakly. You reciprocated the latter gesture.

"Good morning, amore."

"G'morning. Would you like some coffee?"

Bruno sat beside you on the empty upholstered chair of the hotel's balcony. As he did, he gave your forehead a quick however warm kiss, and then took your half cup of coffee which he drank to himself.

"I guess that's a yes." You chuckled fondly, sidling your chair closer to his with a sound that seemed to scrape your ears and his, which was the reason why his half-asleep state had vanished. "You can still sleep, Bruno, if you'd like. There's plenty of time before the day officially begins. You deserve to rest, especially after yesterday's mission."

"I want to spend time with you. Consider it part of my rest."

Your smile, unbidden, reached your ears by then, and it infected him vastly. He was looking at you with profound love in his eyes, and, even after only waking up, he looked godly. A ray of soft, orange sunshine dappled his ethereal physiognomy, and the cool, morning breeze gently swayed his dark hair, tendrils now billowing behind his ear. His current hairstyle, one of which the rest of his gang was not privy to, was crafted delicately by you the night before, albeit it was now a tad tousled. You had gathered his bangs, slicked them back, and made a small bun at the back—a hairstyle that seemed to only emphasize his pulchritudinous features, one which revealed his forehead, which you had been peppering with kisses the night before while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Bruno wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. You immediately melted under his touch—an unconscious tendency that would take over your system for every time he touched you, a touch of any sort, as if every piece of you had been made to match his in an incomprehensible, primitive level.

With your head now resting on his chest, you could feel Bruno's warm breath above your head, could feel him starting to caress your generously tousled hair, could feel him kissing the crown of your head. He had done this countless of times, but each time he did, it still felt like the first time. Nearly heart-stopping and breath-catching. It was a wonderful feeling.

"I missed you." He said. You could almost hear the frown in his tone. You knew well what he meant by that; that even if you were always seeing one another due to you being assigned to his team, moments which you genuinely enjoyed were scarce. There was always danger and anxiety. The anxiety which rooted from the question: what if one of us... suddenly goes away during one of these missions?

"I missed you too." You admitted. Suddenly, there were tears pricking your eyes. He heard the impending sobs in your voice, and so he readjusted your positions and lifted your chin up so you could meet his gaze.

"Amore, I promise you, when this is all over, when we finally defeat the boss, you won't have to endure the fear. We will have nothing to fear by then, all right? I'll arrange for us to live peacefully in the suburbs of Naples. We'll have the life that we've always wanted. It will be our own, little heaven."

You nodded, and then the floodgates broke; you began to sob. The tranquil morning made you realize a harsh reality, that there was a lot of normalcy that you and your lover had been missing out on due to the dangerous nature of your job at the mob. You only wanted all of it to end—to finally be able to live a normal life with the love of your life at one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The desperation for that kind of life was so strong, that it hurt when you realized that you still had many obstacles to go through before you could reach that point. Hadn't the seemingly endless traumas been enough for the both of you?

"Shh, don't cry. It hurts seeing you in tears." Bruno wiped the tears off your eyes with his thumb, even though his own eyes were glistening as he looked straight at you. "I know, I know that you want to live that way already. I do too, very much. But we still have to endure this life a bit, okay? Just hold on. I promise, this will all be over soon. I'm always here. Hold onto me for a bit longer, okay?"

Your eyes were still obscured with tears, but now you were smiling. Bruno never failed to give you a haven, build you a fortress against those malicious thoughts which dared to destroy you emotionally.

"Y-Yeah... I will. I love you very much, Bruno." You cupped his face, thumb gently circling over his cheeks. He did the same with you, the floodgates discernibly about to break.

"I love you more, [Y/N]. I love you so much. You mean the whole world to me. I will always protect you, so don't worry, okay?"

Bruno leaned in and kissed your forehead. He kissed it for a long time, his lips seemingly never wanting to leave your skin.

Bruno, your angel, had engulfed you in a warm embrace afterwards, and it seemed to be that you were in your own kind of heaven. No heed of the ugliness of the world and the ugliness of its people. No heed of anything else, only of each other's presence, and the beautiful present.

[uhnomahlee]

them seeing you for the first time // fire force headcanon

pairings: agender!hibana x black gnc plus-size reader & agender!benimaru x black gnc plus-size reader

{mdni/f}

a/n: dese my faves so most fire force imagines/headcanons gon pertain to dem…reader=oc bc i shan’t type (yn) we gotta have substance thank yewww. as always the ocs have a lil background to dem. i loveeee maki and hinawa they otw sewn. my eyes + mind don’t apply gender like det to cartoon characters seww,,,enjoy🧌might be proofread perhapn’t

hibana

ime never associated theirself with any infrastructures seeing as their ability to have so much control over individuals propped the people of tokyo up to be puppets

they knew of the white-clad and evangelist, keeping their abilities hidden. one slip-up and they would have to fight that entire factor and more

however the rapid and random appearances of infernals tested them each and every day

on a particular day while on a leisure walk, ime heard the recognizable wails of a human turning into an infernal in an alleyway, eyes flitting to the direction it came from

not even a second later, an individual behind them burst in flames as well, falling to the ground in agony as the flesh burned off

it was hell on earth—the fire, screams, souls no longer tied to an earthly vessel

ime didn’t associate with the fire force, holy sol temple, or haijima. but they did associate theirself with the people affected by the appearance and action of infernals

the accumulation of infernals in the area put ime into gear, their dark brown irises disappearing to only show the white of their eyes glowing

an infernal clamped onto ime, arms wrapping around their body.

the creature was turned to dust from the single touch

a white flame flickered inside ime’s body, growing to an unimaginable temperature

checking their surroundings, they saw most of the people had left the premises

company five made their arrival a couple seconds after the infernal was put down

the focal point of the fires were located near ime, making the vehicles turn down the street where they stood

a beam of a white flame emitted from ime’s mouth, mowing down a good portion of the internals coming their way

“and who is that?” hibana inquired, their interest piqued immediately

the lack of fireproof gear and proximity to the creatures either proved an unpowered civilian’s stupidity or posed the immense power of a pyrokinetic teetering the line between idiocy and bravery

either way, hibana wanted them cleared from the grounds immediately

“not sure captain. i’ve never seen them before,” tokuyama replied, bringing the vehicle to a halt. “what should we do?”

hibana was unresponsive, petal pupils enlarging. fascination etched itself into their features

ime finished off the rest of the infernals on the block using hand to hand combat. their hits never connected due to the overwhelming heat of their body dissipating the infernals’ vessels instantly

“captain hibana?” tokuyama repeated, concern growing. “we should act now. more infernals were reported across the town.”

blinking theirself from the trance, hibana spoke, “take the squad down the parallel streets and take out any infernals you see. make sure the civilians are evacuating correctly. don't let them get in a frenzy and make things worse.” they opened the passenger door and stepped out, heels clacking against the ground.

“captain, what about you? i know you love your research but approaching pyros you know nothing about is very different from capturing an infernal”

“lieutenant, i believe i gave you orders.” hibana shot a glare at the man. “do you need to be disciplined in the middle of an emergency?”

tokuyama diverted his gaze. “...no. sorry captain. we will secure the streets immediately.” face reddening, the soldier pulled off, leading the rest of the squad to the other roads

hibana continued their strut towards ime, confidence wafting from them with every step

sensing the approaching human energy source, ime dampened their own inner flame, reducing the heat they were emitting.

one look at the fire force garment worn and irritation swelled up

they walked past hibana without a word, searching for any more infernals wandering the area

the captain fell flush with embarrassment then quickly gathered theirself reaching out their fan and tapping ime’s shoulder

“excuse me. any particular reason you aren’t in uniform? which company do you belong to?” hibana probed, eyes shamelessly scanning the broad full-figured individual

ime turned around, making hibana’s confidence resurface for a moment before the captain set their eyes on the individual

piercings were centered in the middle of their shaven brows as well as a single stud in the center of their bottom lip. the bridge of their nose was adorned with a jewel too

a hardened expression contorted ime’s face, a small scowl and dark eyes directed at hibana

yeah….the words hibana were going to say got swept the hell away

there was this aura that flowed from ime and caressed hibana’s entire psyche and gently brought them to their knees—mentally—with no hesitation

okay bc hibana x tsundere dom byeeeeee these niggas would be too much

“i wouldn’t let myself belong to a company, that unhinged cult, or those engineering shitheads at haijiima even if my fucken life depended on it,” was ime’s response, voice modulated and low

hibana was stuck between finding the reply arousing and disrespectful, the two emotions tussling wildly as they stared at ime, trying their best to sustain their supreme demeanor

“well then…well then you-” hibana’s mind struggled to form a sentence under ime’s unwavering glare. “get out of the area. our squad can handle it. you’re just a civilian and you need to evacuate,” they demanded, proud their voice stood its ground

but that shit did not matter

ime’s browbone rose, piercing glinting

“fuck that.”

ime’s eyes flickered to white and they began hovering off the ground.

hibana blinked once and ime was taking off into the sky descending into the road nearby, ready to aid the civilians

a very disoriented hibana stood, skin hot with embarrassment and the prominent arousal churning in their abdomen

“that…motherfucker”

benimaru

“for the last time old lady, your sweets have too much damn sugar. you tryna kill me or what?” benimaru stopped walking, irked

the lady gave them a wide smile, wrinkles protruding, persistent in her attempt to offer the youngin some delicacies

a staring match ensued as always

the breeze grazed benimaru’s black tresses before they sighed, grumbling thanks as they took a hold of the basket

“have a good day benimaru-chan!” the elderly woman yelled after them

benimaru smacked their lips looking at the basket. “at least she made a bit less this time. maybe a new recipe too? hell if i know…i’ll let the twins get to it before-”

their nose twitched, a scent making their steps falter, eyes flitting to their right

the individual caught benimaru’s attention, gaze’s meeting each other’s

kayode’s fully black eyes crinkled as they gave a smile, gesturing to the pastries at their stand

“would you like to try a cup of degue? i will let you have the first cup for free,” their silvery voice spoke, black henna decorating their exposed dark brown skin

benimaru diverted their gaze, an unfamiliar thump in their chest kickstarting their heart into turmoil

they nearly ran off into the direction of their home, not giving a response

benimaru wondered why they weren’t alerted of the new resident’s presence considering their position as the town’s representatives

also yes, a part of beni needed to know who that was soon and konro would most definitely have that knowledge if not anyone else

stepping into the household, hika and hina hopped into view, ready to pounce on the snacks

“these goodies better be up to par or the grim reaper’s not letting her slip through their hands again!”

beni furrowed their brows as they set the basket down. “seriously, who the fuck teaches you to talk like this. shit.”

catching a glimpse of konro, beni left the twins to food while they called out to him

konro turned, a soft smile on his face. “back from your walk? how many times were you stopped this time?”

“do you know the new vendor?” benimaru interjected needing to get straight to the point. too forward, they thought. “why don’t i-we know about them?”

konro smiled, heading towards the entryway of the building. “you’re right. we don’t know much about them. and as protectors of the town we should find out more right?”

“why are you talking like that?”

konro shrugged. “dunno what you’re going on about.” he cleared his throat, side by side with his friend as they moseyed down the sidewalk. “so this vendor. did you taste the food?”

benimaru narrowed their eyes. “no. are you drunk or something? why are you acting like that?”

konro waved a hand dismissively. “just that you usually don’t ask about new vendors. you get told about them. ya know they don’t interest you much. but...i guess things can change with you.”

beni narrowed their eyes at konro, caught in his inquisition. they went silent until they came across the familiar vendor stand

kayode handed a customer a cup, laughing at something that was said

“i’m guessing this is it.”

beni blinked. “what? you-” their jaw clenched. “it’s just our job to know who resides in our town.”

“oh yeah, definitely.” konro crossed his arms, cocking his head slightly. “so, why don’t you go ahead and get that job done. i hear the twins fighting again.“

breaking off their stare at the new vendor for the third time, benimaru readied a rebuttal.

but the older nigga had skedaddled, figure running off into the distance before beni could speak

“fucker,” they muttered, fists clenching

kayode had turned around, fixing up some more cups of the different beverages and desserts

“that offer is still up if you want” back facing benimaru, kayode declared before pouring a thick substance into a small mug

“who are you? when did you move here?” smooth benimaru, interrogating instead of accepting a kind offer. nice start.

kayode set the cup down, turning around. they set their black eyes on benimaru, features mellow

their garments differed from that of tokyo, traditional west african garments adorned their wide frame, black and gold designs printed onto the clothing

“have you ever heard of the divine flame shinmon benimaru?”

the captain grew rigid, their name spoken with a tone that made their chest tighten.

they found theirself walking closer to kayode. “i…i haven’t.”

“it predates the very sun we live under and countless others.” they stepped out from behind the merchandise, grabbing a cup of degue, hands supporting the cup from beneath and the side. “my ancestors were born from that flame and have passed down that essence for billions of years”

speechless, beni fell into kayode’s black gaze, feeling a scorching heat envelope them in comfort

benimaru dipped into another consciousness for a moment, a darkness surrounding them, their pyrokinetics stifled

“how did it taste?” kayode pulled benimaru from their domain, a warm smile stretching across their face

beni looked down at the empty cup, the remnants of the sweet liquid on their tongue making their body tingle. then they raised their gaze to kayode, a blush creeping across their skin when they felt the desire to be entrapped in that heat again

“um…it’s…” mind blank, beni felt their face rush with more blood and only handed back the cup. “thank you.” shit, just talk, at least say something else

kayode murmured, “have a good day, shinmon benimaru”

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MEGATRON x gn human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> beast wars megatron spending time w/ his s/o

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort

　　— im still doing requests yall ,, just rlly slowly 🙏🫡

      birds chirped overhead as they flew ,, wings fluttering against the wind. a few stray feathers drifted towards the ground ,, falling on top of an all too familiar tyrannosaurus head. the purple predacon grumbled as he reached his hand over to brush the feathers away.

      in the process a small mumble slipped from your lips ,, eyes shut and deep in a trance of peaceful sleep. megatron casted his glance to the side ,, weary of his actions. he silently told himself to be more quiet ,, not wanting to awaken you. soft skin against his own leather like skin had brought warmth to the predacon.

      the scene was peaceful ,, sun beaming onto the two of you as a cool breeze past through. it was one of the rare days when megatron would decide to get out of the base and take you along with him. the rare days where no mentions of the ongoing war was brought up. a single day where the two of you would get out and spend some time together. just a few hours to yourselves to just be a couple. which wasnt often unless you were in private ,, as there were many reasons and risks.

      tarantulas couldnt be trusted to show pda around ,, scorponok would silently throw a hissy fit but accept his leader's choices ,, blackarachnia is the same as tarantulas ,, not one to be trusted. terrorsaur would just be a pain to deal with. waspinator wasnt much of a worry ,, there wasnt much he could do nor say about your relationship with megatron.

      only a year and a couple of months ago did you find yourself lost and cold in the middle of nowhere. you did get spotted by two predacons ,, terrorsaur and waspinator who were beyond confused about you. from what they know humans hadnt existed just yet ,, or well ,, your form of human beings. they had eventually told megatron about you ,, and he had ordered them to take you to him. he was fascinated about what happened to you.

      your first meeting was not the greatest ,, kept locked away in his habsuite and not allowed to see even a wisp of daylight. though your relationship had grew immensely from then. he wouldnt ever dare to trap you like he did in the past ,, he promised both you and himself he wouldn't. he couldnt bring such pain upon you again ,, it would break him in two.

      he shook his head ,, ridding his mind of such thoughts and turning back to reality instead of dwelling the past. your soft form huddled against him in his lap ,, head resting against his arm as you slept. a smile overtook his features as he tucked his arm tightly around your waist ,, keeping you close. it felt nice ,, taking a break from being a warlord and insteas relishing the beauty around him. to have the opportunity to spend time with his beloved.

      for now ,, the predacon leader could be at peace without having to worry about anything. he will savor every minute spent in this paradise with you ,, allowing his own optics to power off as his mind stilled. the warmth casting over you both from the sun only lulled him to sleep ,, dreaming of the future with you in it.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

hey ummm im not used to asking for these so forgive me if i do it wrong but can i request a genshin impact scenario where the reader (gender neutral please) is in general kindof a downer but they try not to be but all of a sudden they feel incredibly depressed so they just lay in bed all day and their crush notices and goes to see if their okay. for characters you can do whichever youd like! tysm and have a nice day~

When they notice you’re off/depressed:

A/N: I had so much fun doing this and I hope this is okay!

༻Scaramouche༺

Noticed immediately because you stopped reacting to his teasing or anything he was saying like how you usually did but tried to act as it affected you he doesn’t know what happened, to his knowledge everything seemed fine. Scaramouche trusts you to come to him if you're feeling down so he isn’t scared or nervous, just concerned that his beloved is hurting and he can’t help. So when he tries to find you later that day, he’s scared but relieved to see that you're in your bedroom, still in bed with the covers pulled over your head.

Rolling his eyes as he walks over and sits down next to you, pulling back the covers, and is surprised when he sees tears silently falling from your eyes. Scara softened his eyes when he saw you in distress and reached closer to you so that you were laying against his chest, resting his chin on your head. “My love, what’s wrong?” You shook your head as more tears fell and he only pulled you closer, something no one else ever saw, the soft emotional side of your the balladeer.

༻Kaedehara Kazuha༺

Kazuha notices almost immediately and goes to you because he’s concerned about you lying in bed most days and not taking care of yourself. So he takes it upon himself to check on you after he talk to Beidou about giving him a day off because you weren’t yourself, the Crux captain agreed almost immediately because she hadn’t seen you in a while and was concerned herself. Coming back with some food he picked up in Liyue Harbor and heading to your room, quietly opening the door so he didn’t wake you. You look like you’re still sleeping, placing the food on a nearby table and getting back under the covers to cuddle with you.

You stir and turn around catching your lovers eyes not being able to stop the tears welling up in your eyes as you bury your head in hist chest wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t know what’s troubling you, angel, but I will always be here when you need me. Don’t hesitate to confide in me if you so desire, my love.”

༻Xiao༺

Now we all know Xiao isn’t great with emotions but he does realize that you haven’t left your room in a while and goes to ask Verr Goldet if you’ve eaten or done anything. Verr Goldet is worried because you usually say hi to her and get food from the kitchen before heading out for commissions, grateful that the Adeptus is checking up on you. When he hears you haven’t he immediately goes to the kitchen, greatly startling Smiley Yanxiao when he sees the Yaksha with worse usual and immediately goes to cook a plate of Almond Tofu but Xiao stops and says to make 2 plates. Leaning on a support beam and stewing in her own negative thoughts.

Was it him that caused this? He told you that even being close to him would have negative consequences because of his karmic debt. What if you wanted to stop dating? What if he lost you? You might have to console him if he doesn’t stop thinking this way or else you’ll both be depressed. Xiao snaps out of his trance once hears his name called and grabbed the plate of food before teleporting to outside your room, going in once he heard your groan when he knocked. Going in and seeing your face peering out from all the blankets you were under, smiling softly when you saw your lover. You opened up the blanket and silently asked Xiao for cuddles, normally he would say no and sit next to you but he could tell something was wrong, moving closer to once he set the two plates on the floor next to you. “I can’t say I understand what you’re going through but I will be here for you, just call out my name, love.”

༻Tartaglia༺

Childe picked up on it when you didn’t want to spar with him anymore and promptly stopped responding to his teasing statements, subtly checking up on you to make sure you were ok. When he knew you weren’t he ignored whatever he had the next day and his new responsibility was you, ensuring that his s/o was alright emotionally and physically. You were shocked when you woke up beside your lover, quickly checking the clock hanging on the wall adjacent to you and shook him awake. “Childe, baby, you have work. You’re already late.” The only response you got was him burying his face further into your neck and tightening his hold on you, this is when you pushed him back and looked him in the eyes. “You’re going to be late. Why are you still here?!”

The ginger’s eyes softened before he kissed sweetly. “I’m not going,” Putting a finger against your lips when he saw you about to retort, “I’m staying home because you’re my priority. I know you’re not doing great and you are now my responsibility. Work can wait a day.” He cupped your face and nuzzled your face.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Sorry, Robin (Steve Harrington | Stranger Things)

Part One | Part Three 

Summary — The three times Robin felt like a third wheel... and the time she didn’t really mind.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Cursing; kissing; allusions to sex; wholesome fluff and comedy; Robin is big mad in this one; Steve’s rambles about Back to the Future; Upside Down doesn’t exist here because these characters deserve to happy for once!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,055. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This is mostly unedited because I’m kinda lazy. ➳ This is the second part to “Lovers Instead.”

➳ This is dedicated to one of my dearest friends, Yoshino.

FAQ | Masterlist | Fandoms | Requests | Coming Soon | Schedule 

Robin thought you and Steve were extremely infuriating.

She knew something was definitely up when Scoops Ahoy was missing some strawberry ice cream from the inventory, which meant that the parlor’s data was all kinds of screwed up. Of course, she hadn’t thought much of it at first because, well, things happen. But then it kept happening. And each time, Robin could feel herself becoming more and more irritated.

Like last week, when she groaned and tossed her clipboard onto the table in front of her. Running her hands through her hair, she had finally looked up from the various papers in front of her, focusing instead on where you had been standing at the counter with Steve.

Recently, Robin had been regretting how she had encouraged Steve to finally express his feelings to you, even though he had somehow misinterpreted that as, ‘Hey, let me go punch that other guy in the face in a drunken state of jealousy.’ 

Don’t get her wrong though. She was thrilled that her two best friends were finally together after months and months of lovesick pining and overbearing sexual tension.

But, God, the sight of your long-awaited relationship made her want to throw up sometimes.

The whispers filled with quiet giggles, the hand holding, the flirty banter, the hair stroking. The fact that you were at Scoops Ahoy practically all the time now and the way Steve was always distracted when you were there, leaving her to deal with the antsy customers and their whining children.

Like now, as she glared at Steve from the corner of her eye after handing a waffle cone topped with rocky road into the grip of a toddler, who beamed with excitement. As the kid and their parents walked away, she had the opportunity to finally focus entirely on the ongoing interaction between you and Steve.

As usual, the two of you were leaning on your forearms against the countertop, smiles on your face, quietly laughing like no one else was around. Robin could feel her temper rising, tired from another long day of doing all the fucking work. 

And she finally lost it when you reached up and began running your fingertips through Steve’s mess of a hairstyle.

“Hey, dingus! Are you gonna serve some ice cream today or what?”

Steve had almost closed his eyes at the blissful feeling of your hand in his brown hair, but Robin’s words startled him out of his trance. His heartbeat calmed as he moved to straighten his posture after you pulled away from him. Robin almost rolled her eyes at how stupid he looked.

You and Steve both watched as Robin angrily grabbed another waffle cone and stuffed it with some stupid strawberry ice cream. Yeah, she wasn’t dumb. She had figured out rather quickly exactly where the store’s inventory of the pink dessert had been going — directly from Steve’s thieving hands to yours. She then threw her scooper onto the countertop, approached you, and shoved it into your hands with an unsettling smile.

“Have a great day!”

You shared an awkward glance with Steve, who simply rolled his eyes at Robin’s behavior, before saying, “Thanks, Robin.”

“No problem!” she replied, and even though she was still smiling, Robin could feel one of her eyes beginning to develop a twitch. “Okay, bye now!”

You tried not to laugh, knowing that Robin would definitely start drilling into you if you did, even more so than she was at the moment. And Robin was someone you didn’t particularly want to mess with. You would never tell her, but she could be pretty scary sometimes. 

Deciding to let Steve fend for himself instead, you gave him one last smile, “See ya later, Stevie.”

Steve felt his heart race at the sound of that nickname. He didn’t know exactly why, but he loved when you called him that. With a rising blush, he coughed to conceal his embarrassment, and asked, “No goodbye kiss?”

Robin nearly gagged. She watched as you and Steve leaned over the countertop, slowly beginning to close the gap between one another. She couldn’t take this anymore.

Steve stumbled back after a sudden force against his chest pushed him away from the counter. He had been so close to kissing you like he wanted. Instead, he found himself glaring at the back of Robin’s head as she exclaimed, “Goodbye!”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, unsure of what to say to Robin, who had so unceremoniously shoved herself between you and your boyfriend. And you could tell that Steve was livid just by glancing at him. 

“Bye, Robin.” 

She gave you a dramatic wave as you began leaving the parlor. She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes when you decided to blow a kiss in Steve’s direction. Not to mention, the scoff she let slip as Steve pretended to catch it with a dopey grin.

Once you had disappeared into the crowd of other shoppers, Robin quickly turned to Steve, who grunted as she slapped the back of his head, “Geez, Buckley! What’s your deal?!”

“You know, Harrington,” she glared. “You. Know.”

Steve huffed at his best friend, even though she was right. He did know what she was talking about. The slacking off when you were in range, the high amount of affection you showed one another in public, how he had been—

“A thief!” exclaimed Robin, poking his chest angrily. “You’re nothing but a lowlife dairy thief, Steve, so that tab of yours that you’ve been running, because you’re whipped like cream, better be paid off by the end of the day!”

Steve finally caved, and muttered, “Sorry, Robin.”

Robin thought you and Steve were extremely gross.

Why didn’t she think about the name Lovers’ Lake before agreeing to come with her best friends... who were a couple... correction, a disgusting couple?

“Ya know,” she began, “I came here to swim. Not to watch... that.”

Steve opened his eyes, looking at her from over your shoulder, where he had been repeatedly pressing his lips in a rather heated exchange. You unravel your arms from around his neck and hands from his hair, moving to recline on your elbows so you could look at her apologetically. Steve, resting on his side, shifted one of his arms to lie across your hips, fingers shuffling in the sand next to your body. His expression indicated that he wasn’t sorry at all.

Robin scoffed, sliding a pair of dark sunglasses over her eyes, “Either stop or take it to the back seat of your car, dingus.”

She quickly regretted her words, however, because she could practically hear the cogs in Steve’s brain turning. She could tell that he was honestly considering her suggestion to take you to his car. 

“But if the two of you actually go to the car,” she quickly added, “I will be walking home. I don’t wanna sit anywhere you might’ve done that.”

Usually, a comment like that would’ve sparked some defensive reactions from her friends, but both you and Steve remained quiet. Too quiet.

Robin immediately sat up, ripping her sunglasses off her face in order to stare directly into the guilty eyes of her dearest friends. Well, one of her friends, at least.

While you looked at her with a remorseful expression, Steve avoided eye contact, though Robin could see an amused smirk spreading across his face. She tried not to imagine what the two of you had been up to in the back of Steve’s car recently. She groaned in horror as she thought about how she always rode in the back seat whenever she went somewhere with the two of you.

Her seat, defiled by your filthy minds and... urges. She shuddered as a repulsed chill ventured down her spine.

“Sorry, Robin,” you whispered.

Robin thought you and Steve were extremely annoying.

The three of you were having one of your classic sleepovers at your house. Big mistake.

Despite her eyes being closed for at least an hour, Robin couldn’t sleep, being forced to listen to the quiet conversations between her two best friends. Neither of you would shut up about the things that you could definitely talk about tomorrow instead. 

Currently, Steve was describing the plot of Back to the Future, which he and Robin had gone to see only a few weeks ago. As he did so, Robin was trying her best to contain an irritated sigh as she listened to your hushed laughter. And even though she could tell that both of you were doing all that you could to keep quiet, Robin gritted her teeth.

“Really?” you whispered. “There’s no way he was trying to bang his mom—”

“One hundred percent,” interrupted Steve, but then he paused. “Is this my shirt?”

A moment of silence, and then, “Maybe.”

“On your pillow?”

Robin finally opened her eyes, dragging her hands down her face in frustration. What the hell was wrong with the two of you? Her hands fell to her sides, turning to stare up at your bed, where you and Steve were keeping her awake, from her spot on an air mattress on the floor. In the darkness, she could barely make out the silhouette of Steve lying on his side and facing away from her.

As Robin glared at the back of his head, she resisted the desire to yank him away from you and into the floor by his hair if it meant that the two of you would finally shut your mouths. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip in anger.

“It makes a good pillowcase,” you said, and Robin could hear the defensive tone in your voice. “Plus, it smells like you.”

“Oh my God,” muttered Steve, snorting in amusement. “You’re such a dork.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whined. “You’re so mean, Stevie!”

Robin could hear the teasing slap you laid against his arm, causing Steve to fucking giggle. It was then that she finally lost it. 

“Well, if you and Stevie don’t shut the hell up and go to fucking sleep already, I’m gonna slap both of you so hard that you’ll be the ones that need to come back to future!”

There was a lull in the room, and then...

“Sorry, Robin.”

Robin thought you and Steve were extremely cute.

As she trailed behind the two of you, the music from her Walkman blasting through her headphones, she smiled. Steve was talking to you with that ridiculous grin of his, most likely telling you some of his dumb jokes based on the way you gently shoved his shoulder.

The three of you had just left Starcourt Mall and there was a strawberry ice cream in one of your hands. The other moved to tightly wrap around Steve’s waist, and then he wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

In his other hand, Steve held a bag from the mall, filled with some cassette tapes he had bought for you. Of course, he had bought some Robin as well, which she appreciated.

She had watched the two of you from across the music store. Steve had that starstruck grin on his face that always seemed to be present whenever you were around. Eventually, she had to make fun of him when she heard him offer up a cheesy pick-up line. And while he had flushed with embarrassment, you had smirked at Robin from across the aisle, glad that she liked making fun of Steve as much as you did.

There were times when Robin had been feeling like a third wheel lately, mostly because of Steve’s pining for the person he had wanted for so long and your need to push his hair back from his forehead at any given moment, despite how intimate your actions may appear to others.

But in moments like these, in which Robin could see how much her friends truly cared for one another, she decided that it didn’t really matter... even if the two of you really annoyed the shit out of her sometimes. She didn’t care too much about that in the long run though, mostly due to the fact that she knew those instances when her friends got on her nerves would always be followed up with a classic, “Sorry Robin.”