#non-binary reader

[hambiichu]

Captain's confession

Sumarry: Levi doesnt know how to confess to you so he asks his trusted people: Erwin and Hanjie.

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"You what?" Erwin looks at Levi then at Hanjie, the confused look evident in their faces. "Can you repeat that?" 

"How do I confess them?" Levi repeats through his gritted teeth, he felt emberassed to repeat it but he knows damn well it was the first time Erwin and Hanjie ever heard Levi asks that question.

Erwin puts his pen down, clasps his hands together on the desk, and asks, "Who's them?"

"Them."

Oh.

Everyone knows you are the captain's little assistance, you followed him around like a lost dog. You consistently deliver his tea at the same time on the same day, work with him on paperwork, and assist him with cleaning his office and quarters.

Levi starts to develop feelings for you throughout these periods.

Wait.

Or it already been there from the start?

The first time he saw you; love touched his heart at first sight and grew deeper and stronger until it consumed his thoughts every day.

The fact that a grown man in his mid-30s liked you made him feel embarrassed at first. It was the first time he had ever liked someone who made his stomach turn over and his heart ache even a little. As though God made you specifically for him, he didn't feel this strongly about anyone until you came around. He keeps it hidden inside of him with his typical stoic demeanour.

You are a bold adult, and it is not dishonourable to back down from any obstacles, no matter how small, that put his worries for your safety at bay. He watches you like a bounty hunter, and he hates it when you are irresponsible, let alone put yourself in danger.

He admires you, your skills, your face, the way you laugh with others, and how you get along. It's like he can't compete with that. He sometimes thinks hes not good for you; you are his captain, and you just a comrade.

Every time he thinks about it, it hurts his heart to realise that, despite your perfection, you are more ideal for someone else than for him. Hell, has he never indicated whether you genuinely like him?

He understands that you respect him as captain and that he does the same for you, but if he's being completely honest with himself, he would prefer to let you go if you have ideal someone than him. That way, it will be much simpler for him to move on.

Even it hurts so much.

"Why them?" Erwin asks, raising his bushy eyebrow, giving Levi a warm kind smile.

"Is shorty in love?" Hanjie teases, wiggling their eyebrows.

"Shut it, four-eyes! Who says I am in love? Is just a question!" Levi crosses his arms stubbornly, tapping his foot impatiently. "Why them? Well, is easy, them! Thats all."

"You're not giving us an exact reason why them," Erwin chuckles lightly, side-glancing at Hanjie, who's grinning plastered on their face. "Why them? In all people, Levi. They're just your comrade."

"Yeah! Why them? Care to give us a reason why?" Hanjie still wiggles their eyebrows. Levi wants to throw a chair at them if he wants if Erwin allows him.

"I am not explaining much why them!" Levi gritted his teeth again. "I just wanna know how do I confess to them? Explaining why them is a waste of time. I used my willpower to ask them if they're free from this evening and said yes, I am not losing chances."

Erwin and Hanjie exchange a knowing smile as they glance at each other. Erwin's eyes scan Levi's entire body, assessing his current state of stress and anticipation for the confession he will make to you this evening. He hums to himself, aware that his own closest friend is in love. It is an uncommon sight, to predict that this short, stoic man is in love and is seeking assistance in how to confess.

"We'll help," Erwin straightens himself. "First and foremost, you need to calm down, take a deep breath, and know whatever the upcoming they'll say is up to you to react."

"What if they say no?" Levi gripped his nails to his forearms; he hates the thought but is up to him to react. "What if they rejected me on the spot? How would that help me?"

"Go find someone new; it's easy as that," Hanjie chirms, placing their elbow at the armrest and their hand on their cheek. "Yknow, if you got rejected, then the only comfort way is to find someone new."

"Is not that easy, four eyes!" Levi grumbles as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I'd been weighing on my mind every day; thinking about them is like a fucking annoying fly that buzzes around at my ears. They're like a god at my eyes, and they're the purest human being that set on this planet."

He makes eye contact with the two, and he inhales deeply before exhaling through his mouth. His nail is sinking further into his forearms, and he's tapping his foot more impatiently now simply because he's so nervous. Only you are what he desires. He hates the thought and finds it much worse than he expected, and he has a hard time finding someone else if you reject him.

"I don't want someone new," Levi sighed calmly, "I want them."

That made Erwin and Hanjie look at each other again. Oh, he's really in love. Really, Erwin clears his throat as he inhales and looks at Levi with his calm, ocean blue eyes.

"If you confess, what would you say?" asks Erwin, which caused Hanjie to roar in laughter.

"Will you marry me?"

"Shorty, that's not how you say it!" Hanjie laughs harder, causing Levi to stand up and shake them violently to stop laughing, his face tinted with red and his eyes bulging out of his sockets.

Erwin attempts to contain his laughter, but Levi snaps his head at him. If Erwin isn't a commander, Levi might do the same to Hanjie. Even so, he returns to his chair, averting his gaze as he crosses his arms and taps his foot once more.

Hanjie adjusts their uniform, still grinning. "How about not that. If you're not up to tell your feelings, why not buy something for them at least?" Erwin suggested. "That way, they instantly know the gesture and that you can tell them you like them."

"How would I know what they want?" Levi huffs, "They're never told me the things they'd like."

"Flowers." Hanjie suggested, "If you can't tell what they like, then maybe start giving them gifts."

"Eugh. What if they are allergies to flowers?"

"Nonsense! There's an open flower shop down town; they give the best flowers. Trust me, they'll love what you bought!"

Levi thinks for a moment and nodded slowly, "I guess I'll buy it. Is worth the money to spent."

Erwin nodded in comprehension as Hanjie clapped their hands, and Levi got up from his chair and gave him the thumbs up. He modifies his carvant, restyles his hair, and pats his fictitious dust on his clothing. After closing his eyes and taking a long breath, he felt as though he was ready for anything.

"I am ready," He says checking the time. "I should be going."

Hanjie gave him a roar of support and Erwin do the same.

"And if anything happens, pull out method is your champion!" Hanjie exclaimed before Levi departed.

He gave them the finger.

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Levi never asks you whether you're free, so you were rather anxious. Your dying crush on your captain asked you that question for the first time, and you replied in the affirmative. Why did you say Yes? Why did you readily acquiesce and now pay the price?!

Oh my, Sina walls. What's got into you?!

You have been pacing around for minutes after he ordered you to meet up in his office. You have attempted to divert your attention by looking at anything in his office to calm yourself, but this isn't working. This isn't even functioning!

What is he going to do? Murder you? Asks you to clean the quarters from top to bottom? Clean horses? Kick Jean and Eren to stop them from fighting again? Do more paperwork? Ripped Erwin's bushy eyebrows at one point Levi told you he hates those?

You clutched your hair in exasperation, as though you wanted them to tear it out. The moment you saw him for the first time, you were infatuated. He is the most skilled soldier in humanity, a captain, an ackerman, a clean freak, and attractive. What else is there to desire in a man?

Oh lala, you are so in love!

On several occasions, you begged Mikasa for assistance in confessing Captain Levi Ackerman. Even though she's bored of you chatting about Levi for so long, she still wants to choke you with her red scarf.

She indeed helped yes and was very supportive calmly, but that one conversation still lingered in your mind that may or may not you despise her:

"If he has a short dick like his height, you choose the wrong man."

You picked the right one, man, hell! You always do; you know that. To boost your confidence even further, he is the ideal man you have been looking for! You choose him the first you lay eyes on that gorgeous face, and you're not backing down.

At last, you took a exhaled deeply, and let everything out. You must maintain your composure. When Levi arrives at this office, you follow his instructions as always.

Click.

Looking up to see Levi enters the office, your jaw drops to the floor. Your eyes bulge in shock at the scene unfold. What the fuck?

Levi has chocolate with a teddy bear and the largest bouquet of flowers. He handed you the flowers and set the chocolate and teddy bear on the desk, facing you. Holding on to them as your arms nearly give out from the weight.

"Wh-What I am gonna do with these flowers, sir? P-put them in your vase?" You stammered your words to your shock Levi shakes his head.

"Not put them in the vase, is for you." He says, crossing his arms as your eyes wide in shock. For you? This all for you?!

"Sorry, what?" You blink at him. Levi scoffs as he looks away, a red hue across his cheeks and his eyebrows furrowered. "For me?"

"Yes, for you." Levi begins, "I have to fight a rich guy from the flower shop, saying he doesn't care if I am a captain or humanity's strongest; he needs those flowers for his girlfriend."

You are stunned at your spot. Your blood reached to your cheeks, and you tried to let out some words, but it got stuck in your throat. Is this.. something you'd been dreaming about? Levi confessing to you? Or this is something else.

"You don't have to fight—"

Levi cuts you off with his hand. "He's rich fucker, and he can get what he wants. To me, that's well spent money. Do you not like it? I also bought chocolate and teddy for you."

You nodded at him and swallowed as you looked at the flowers. They are lovely, fresh from the roots, and their scent is delightful. They are also well maintained. This was completely unexpected; in fact, it's more akin to a startling turn of events!

"Why give it to me?" You asks, placing the boquet on the floor. "I don't... I.."

"You deserves it," Levi says pocketing his hands as he looks at his boots. This is is now or never, "Is because I like you."

You were absolutely shocked! You felt the time was frozen in place upon hearing what he just said. You have to make sure this is true, not some sick joke.

"I'm sorry repeat that?"

Levi gave a tch sound, his brows twitch as his face redden deeply. Oh Lord, are you deaf? It felt like torture to say it again, "I like you, brat. Have you not heard it the first time I'd said it?"

Silence fell. Your lack of response made Levi feel nauseous. He was mentally cursing himself from the inside out while you stood there in a state of dumbfoundedness. He shouldn't have spoken or done these things because he felt worse right now. Fortunately, he has a window in his office, so he can jump out of it and leave if things go badly or simply leave his office without speaking to you.

No, that would be rude.

Finally after a while, Levi's face washed up in relief and glint of happiness from his silver eyes: "I like you too."

You felt lighter and as though a load had been lifted when you uttered that. You were so joyful that you thought you were in heaven. You like him, and he likes you too.

"Since when?" You asks.

"Since the day I have my eyes on you."

Oh, you two were on the same boat.

"Same here."

Levi smiled warmly at you, and you thought you had won the lottery because it was the first time he had ever smiled, much less for you and you alone.

You were the luckiest person alive, and thank the walls you have crushed on Levi; if not, then this poor man will go to shambles. Who doesn't want to have a crush on Levi?

As Levi took your hand in his, he entwined his fingers and pressed his lips to your knuckles, sealing the two of you together.

"Then we can get marry after?" Levi looks at you with his warm, soften eyes.

Thank to the wall again!

You wheeze, kissing his knuckles as well. "It's too soon, Levi. Once the titan dissapeared from this world, then we'll get married."

And Levi never felt more happier from that.

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[secretsandwritinggs]

Oh, I like it, Picasso

pairings - Cobra Kai characters x you/non-binary reader

kg’s notes - just wanted to make something that was cute, fun, and a little silly. so here are the characters of Cobra Kai drawing you! make sure to stay real still for them so they can capture you and your essence ;)

Demetri Alexopoulos - staying still is uncomfortable which he something he noted on before you arrived so he tried making your arrangement comfortable. most likely he will do it in private and take it very seriously, he will get nervous every time you move a little, since he could mess up at any time. he apologizes for any mistakes he had made, though he almost made a mirror copy of you in his drawing.

Miguel Diaz - would probably ask you which setting do you prefer: somewhere private or public? you didn’t mind which one, so you let him decide and he chose to paint you on a rooftop. he wanted to bring in the warmth of the sunrise to you as he drew you. little details are out of place but you love it anyway, and you hung it up in your room.

Robby Keene - the two of you talked about where you were going to do this beforehand, so thankfully that’s out of the way. you are his first human project which makes you both nervous, but he says he’ll try his absolute best to capture you. you both settled in an old building outside the Valley to do this, so no one can interfere with your time together. he makes jokes as he draws, cracking you up and he presents a wonderful drawing of you smiling (while being in what looks like cat shit)! he does offer to clean you up before dropping you back home.

Devon Lee - right out of the gate, she tells you that she is very nervous and doing this for a school project (Kenny would be the same project). you say she'll do great on her project but she isn't so sure but appreciates your faith in her. the two of you decided to do it in her home as her mother claims to need her there for the evening. you were focused on the pictures of little Devon on the wall as she drew. "I've never seen someone so serious other than my mother," she joked, cracking a smile on your face.

Anthony LaRusso - he introduced two mediums when he was getting to draw you: the pencils and markers. you didn't get the whole marker thing, but rest assured when he said he was going to add colour in the background to make you the main focus point of the drawing. he was mostly quite, but did make a couple comments responding to any of the questions you had for him. it was awfully nice with how quiet it was as there was classical jazz music playing in the background — you didn’t even know that he liked jazz, you thought he was more of a rock kid.

Samantha “Sam” LaRusso - similarly to her younger brother, maybe this who he got it from, opted for two mediums to draw you with. though she was much more talkative than he was, making small talk wasn't her thing, the two of you had a full conversation about how your life was going and everything. you say that it's going well but incredibly stressful due to personal reasons you wished to not be brought up, she understood and moved onto a different topic to make you more at ease. she hands you the drawing once she's done — she has charcoal and marker all over her fingers. you thought it was silly of her to do those two mediums together as they are known to be messy, but she made them work. she really captured the look in your eye and made you feel somber of how you look through her eyes.

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz - actually the only one who offers to paint you instead of drawing you. confused but you agreed, you make some small talk into wondering why he didn’t go for the drawing. he tells you if he chose the pencil and paper, he wouldn’t stop erasing the marks he made, so that’s why he opted for the paint. the mistakes could be incorporated as purposeful and he can blend them into something else in the background. he switched mediums in paint from water colour to acrylic paint, it was rather interesting to look at and one of your personal favorites.

Tory Nichols - she simply took a picture of you and began editing it with the drawing tool which you thought was strange. she told you to trust what she's doing, so you just stood there in her room dumbfounded. she seemed to stop doodling on that one and asked you to lay on her bed for another one, confused as to what she was asking but not wanting to piss her off you do what you're told. she took another picture and did the same to it, and once she finished she sent them to you. you look at what she sent you, and it was really cool actually. you actually ended up asking her if she did digital art to her to reply, "Oh, I wished I did, but I don't have time or money for it."

Kenny Payne - says that this is for a school project and he does a similar thing to what Tory does, but he actually does have a tablet to draw on, though he’s worried about it looking too much in an anime style. he promises to try his best to make it look realistic, but you told him that you didn’t mind the anime-looking style and that he should try making you look like one of his favorite characters. he smiles some, calming down, and makes you look like two of his favorites as you seem to have both of their ‘characteristics’. that made you smile upon seeing the drawing, he added special effects in the background to make it seem like you had your own powers.

Should I make a part two? If so, with whom?

[captivatingckcreations]

— first love and kisses!

˖°📷 summary ;; the kids from Cobra Kai is giving you your first kiss OR you were giving them their first kiss // the ones you're giving it to are: Devon Lee, Anthony LaRusso and Kenny Payne ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader ˖° cute, fluff, funny, sfw

—. Demetri Alexopoulos

wouldn’t necessarily shy away from kissing you, but he wouldn’t be the one to suggest it. he would let you do whatever, though he is incredibly nervous around you, as he is around everyone besides maybe Eli and Sam. once the two of you did kiss, which was on a date he took you on while claiming it wasn’t one, it was rather warm. you felt his drool escape from his mouth as he pulled you in further. as he pulled you in further, he took a bite of your lip, simply because he wanted to, as his giggles gave that away immediately. where did he learn how to do that?

—. Miguel Diaz

not exactly shy around people like Demetri, but he would rather do it somewhere private so it can be a moment between the two of you. he would like to keep doing it in private until he's comfortable telling everyone else that you've been dating for a little while. you appreciate his honesty and where he was going with it, though your lack of patience makes you want him to hurry up and tell people. he definitely played around in the insides of your mouth and watched as you got flustered in the face from it, but of course you couldn’t say anything. at the time, you two weren’t out with it yet.

—. Robby Keene

he would wait; he would rather wait and watch you go about your day before he made a move. had a look in his eyes, a burning passion, like he had been yearning and working up the courage for years to do this. he grabbed ahold of your face as he plants his first kiss on you and becomes more frantic and hungry as he continues. you let him do whatever he wanted (and needed) to do. it felt amazing and sharp when he did it. he stepped back, almost looking like he regretted doing it, but you stepped forward, reassuring him it was perfectly okay.

—. Devon Lee *💞

bringing up the fact that you wanted to kiss someone made her incredibly nervous, and she even admitted to you that she had never had her first kiss yet. you gawked out a laugh, not thinking she was serious, but she was. "I'm almost sixteen and have never had my first kiss; now my friend is laughing at me for it," she moped, taking a seat on the dojo floor. joining her on the floor, apologizing for not knowing that she hadn't. an idea formed in your head that you might regret later, but she had never had one, so you leaned in and gave her a small peck on the mouth. she blinked at you, and you looked at her - how in the hell were the two of you going to move on from this?

—. Anthony LaRusso *💞

not a fan of the whole idea of kissing, or PDA in general, which kind of bums you out since he's never tried it, or so he's told you. he makes a little joke about practicing with one of the unused dummies his dad has in storage, but you're not allowed to tell anyone about it. you pinky promise him not to tell anyone while giggling, but seriously, he looked deeply in your eyes telling you not to tell a soul. he would be deeply embarrassed if it got out. you wanted to see for yourself if he did or not, and it turns out he was joking and was practicing something else with the dummy. you call him out on his lie before he sneaks a peck on your mouth and tells you that he was being honest. he ran out of there before you can utter anything out of your mouth. that sneaky fool had tricked you and he got away with it!

—. Samantha LaRusso

she would wait, similarly to Robby, but make it clear that she’s eyeing and wanting to do something to you, though it’s not clear to you yet. once the two of you are alone, you ask her what’s with all the staring, and she plays dumb for a little bit before admitting that she wanted to kiss you all day. shocked that she would even say that, you ask her, trying to be bold, if she could kiss you right now. she smiles as she pins you to the ground, her hands are deep in your hair, and you feel a tug at it, but it wasn’t anything major. you break the kiss, all huffed and flustered in the face. she boops her nose on yours and lands a softer, smaller kiss, then walks away, leaving you lying there.

—. Eli Moskowitz

would be waiting all day to kiss you and makes it known; he's not necessarily shy about his declares when it comes to you. you laugh it off, not taking it very seriously that he wants to kiss you. he drags you to the side and begins to kiss you as he tells you he was very serious. he gets aggressive, almost as if he was hungry; his eyes have a certain look indicating that he is before his hand covers your eyes, telling you not to peek. cupping his hand underneath your jaw to hold you upright as he bites your lip, making it bleed; he licks it off so it wouldn’t drip on your shirt.

—. Tory Nichols

would be subtle about her approach at first, then get more vocal about it if you ignored the first couple signs she gave you. she pulls you off to the side for some privacy with you; you were unaware she wanted to kiss now, and it kind of hurt her feelings seeing you were ignoring her. gets aggressive and filled with passion when kissing you, her nails and hands deep in your hair, almost directly on your scalp - guess that's what you get for not paying attention. as time goes on, she gets more gentle when you are paying attention, but when you're not, she's aggressive about it. she also likes to bite your lip, like Hawk (Eli) does.

—. Kyler Park

you kept seeing him around you, not knowing what he wanted to do with you. there were times he looks at you, then looked away to tell his friends something, almost like an elementary school girl. he would be looking sly in the eye, giggling, and flushed in the cheeks. after a little while of doing that, he finally approached you, planted a kiss on your mouth without even asking if that was okay to do. still in shock, he made a joke, well more like a jab toward you, saying that you didn’t kiss or taste like Sam did. confused as to why he would bring her up if he’s kissing you, he didn’t answer that and tried doing another kiss, but you refused, feeling grossed out. why the hell was Sam even brought up? you might have to consult with her later about that or just keep it to yourself…

—. Kenny Payne *💞

you don't know how he feels about kissing because he sends mixed signals, saying 'awh' and 'ew' whenever people kiss. when you asked him how he felt about it, he said he was rather neutral, finding it neither gross nor cute. he continued, saying that the more slobbery kisses, like those he had seen Moon and Piper share, grossed him out. when you offered to give him a little peck to see how he would like it, that seemed to catch his interest. "Please don't drool on me," he begged, making you laugh. you promised that you wouldn't, and he handled it rather well, leaning in to give you a kiss back, which caught you off guard a little. you gladly accepted and leaned forward into it.

—. Shawn Payne

he is the opposite of his baby brother and doesn't mind the slobber or drool. you learn this when you came to visit him a couple times, you don't remember which one. he got so excited to see you on one visit and scooped your face with his hand, planting a massive kiss that clearly took some breath with it. "wow," is all you muster, looking up at him. he smiles and asks if you want another, you tell him after you get your breath back. through your panting, you can see a sneaky smirk form on his face. he plants another before giving you time to recover. he plays around with your lip and squishes your face some as he breaks it off. his time came and went, watching him leave as you're out of breath and hurt. you huff out a defeated sigh as he has to go back.

—. Aisha Robinson

she seems to toy around with the idea of wanting to kiss you, so it can be planted in your head somewhere, making you wonder when she's going to do it. you think of it a lot actually, almost making you blank out at practice, causing you sneak glances at her whenever you see her. she knows about the looks you give her but acts like she had no clue you were doing that. she is still playing around with you before she took it amongst herself to take a sweeter route to kiss you herself, almost taking you off guard, but it didn't. the game is done and over, as it went on long enough between the two of you. the kiss between the two of you was long, almost never-ending; you wished it never ended as her lips were soft and covered in a vanilla balm. she broke it with a tiny kiss to your nose before taking off for the night, and sending you on your way with a little finger wave goodbye.

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[fightme365]

They won't let you talk to their RSA opposites. (Poly! Twisted Wonderland x Non-binary! Reader part 2)

Leona & Malleus: Y/n was curious when they heard RSA students would be coming to visit NRC. They were told they were the hero counter parts of NRC. They wondered what that meant as wandered towards Diasomnia to visit their favorite Dragon, Malleus Draconia. They had been spending lots of time with Leona and Malleus since they meet them.

When they arrived though they heard Leona yelling at someone. It was his normal affectionate yelling at Malleus either. It was pure furious rage yelling. "Leave us the fuck alone, Simon. I want to nap on Malleus' thighs until the herbivore shows us to entertain us. Not talk to you, Simon. Go the fuck away and take your weird blonde boyfriend with boyfriend with you.", screams Leona.

This concerned Y/n greatly especially when they heard Malleus speak in a calmer tone, "Yes, I agree with Leona. You and Auro should leave before our child of man arrives." Y/n enter the area and waves at Malleus and Leona.

With their two crushes is a red haired lion person and a blonde human. Leona and Malleus look at Y/n and then back to the duo in front of them. The red head continues to speak to Leona. "Oh, come on cousin. It's not like were gonna steal your gi...", the red head.

"They're not a girl, Simon. They're non-binary and we are not dating them.", says Leona. "Well were not trying to steal them from you and there should be no problem.", says the red head.

"Simon, we just want to be alone with them. Do you understand?", says Leona. "Yes, but...", says the red head. "Then go so we may woo the child of man.", says Malleus.

"Simon, let's just go. We're ruining their wooing.", says the blonde. The red head and blonde turn around and see Y/n for the first time. The red head smiles and tries to talk to them but the blonde drags him with a small smile and a sorry.

Jamil & Kalim: Y/n was leading to lost RSA students Scarbia to visit their cousins. They meant to go to Scarbia but some how ended up at Ramshackle. One was a red head related to Jamil named Lego and one was a black haired guy related to Kalim named Jaseem. Both seemed nice. However when they reached Scarbia neither Jamil or Kalim were happy to see them though they tried hard to hide it.

Jamil asked them to go grab something for him from his bedroom. Y/n went and grabbed the object but when they returned to the front hall Y/n the four of them talking. "Leave them alone, Lego. There a special person and your not going to ruin that for us.", hisses Jamil.

Y/n hears Lego laugh. "We're not trying to. Your just jealous, cousin. You shouldn't be though. They like you. I can tell. I see it their eyes, Jamil.", says Lego.

"Ahh, it's not like that. We're just friends.", hisses Jamil. "I thought you said we're ask them...", starts Kalim but Jamil interrupts them.

"Shush, my prince. They might hear.", says Jamil. "Who might hear?", says Kalim.

"They mean Y/n might hear, cousin. He thinks they might not like you if you ask to soon. Which is wrong. They do.", says Jaseem.

"Shh, you don't know that. They could be listening. You two need to go.", says Jamil. "Fine, we're leaving. Come on, Jaseem.", says Lego. Y/n hears a door open and close a minute later. They smile and open the door.

Jamil & Azul: Y/n noticed Azul's eye start twitching as soon as the two red heads in RSA uniforms entered the Monstro Longue. The paler red heads eyes lit up and he be lined for Azul. "Azul, you've lost so much weight. I barely recognize you. You look good. Do you remember me? It's Rielle.", the pale red head.

The other red head head for Jamil who was hanging at the bar with Jade. "Hello, cousin.", says the tanned red head. Jamil sighs.

"Hello, Lego.", says Jamil. Y/n was curious and hovered nearby cleaning the bar. Lego notices.

"Who is this lovely beauty?", says Lego as he grabs Y/n hand. "Let go of them.", shouts both Azul and Jamil. Y/n jumps away surprise.

Azul looks at Y/n. "Y/n can you get my phone from office for me? I need to talk to Rielle so I can't get it.", says Azul with a smile.

"Of course, boss man.", says Y/n. Y/n leaves the room but doesn't go to the office. They stand just in the hallway listening.

"You two both need to leave Y/n alone. They're ours.", hisses Azul. "Ooo, someone is jelly.", says Rielle.

"We are not.", says Jamil. Lego and Rielle laugh. "Yes, you are. You both are. You like them. Can't blame you. They're a total hottie.", says Lego.

"Get out of here. Both of you. Your band.", says Azul.

"Fine. Fine. We'll go for now. However well have to catch up later.", says Rielle. Y/n hears a door open and close and then goes to Azul's office.

Jack & Epel: Y/n walked towards Pomefiore where they had agreed to meet Jack and Epel for lunch when they heard Epel shouting. "You both need to go. They'll be here soon. We can't have them see you.", yells Epel.

"Awe, you don't want your boo to see us? That's cute. Your afraid they'll like us more. Ow, Neige. What the hell?", says a strange voice.

"Leave them alone. Your teasing isn't helping their nerves.", says another unfamiliar voice. Y/n looks into the clearing to see Jack and Epel with two RSA students. They we're good looking but not as good looking as Epel and Jack.

"Shut up and just leave.", yells Epel with a very red face. "Oh, come one. I was just joking. We don't want your boo. There all yours.", says of the RSA students with a pout.

Jack sighs and says, "Will you two please just go? We want to be alone with Y/n." "Yes. Come on, Reed.", says the other RSA student grabbing the first and dragging him away as he protests.

[jellalism]

Dark Schneider x Reader fic: I can be a woman for you (Erotica)

Dark Schneider rescues a damsel in distress, hoping to have sex with her. To his surprise, the person he rescued is not a damsel in the strict sense of the term. But it’s close enough to a damsel for him to stick his cock in.

Word count: 5252 words

Genre: Erotica

Characterization: Dark Schneider is a dominant top. Reader is a submissive bottom. Reader has a penis. Reader is "not a man like most people imagine one"; implied non-binary.

Content warnings: Domination/submission, verbal degradation, biting

Notes: Reader has cleaned their behind beforehand; I couldn’t be bothered letting them bathe in the story itself. There are some feminine-gendered terms used for the reader: princess, (good) girl, cunt, bitch.

Read below or on AO3.

You barely know what is happening. One moment, you’re staring at the gaping jaws of a huge wolf-like monster, certain you’re going to die; the next, you’re in the arms of a muscular, white-haired man. The violent creature is now burning brightly, disintegrating into ashes. “No one attacks a lady while the handsome magician Dark Schneider is around.” The man gazes at the fire. It burns hot; hot enough to cremate the carcass.

You take a few moments to get your bearings. You’re being bridal carried by the person who appears to be your savior, having the power to annihilate a monster in the blink of an eye. His face is quite beautiful. He has a superb jawline, highlighted by the glow of the fire. He turns his gaze towards you. “Are you alright?” Then his face is scrunched up in surprise. “Wait. Not a lady, perhaps?” He seems a little disappointed. “Dammit, I really thought… Man, can’t you just be a woman for a little while?” He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers: “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You flush bright red and are left completely speechless. He doesn’t let up, though. He softly bites your ear.

“So? How about it?” He leans back again, so he can look you in the face. “You’re all red. I bet you really liked that, huh?” He grins seductively.

“I–” you begin, but it’s hard to speak. What is this situation?! One moment you’re within inches of death, the next you’re being courted by an—admittedly handsome—man mistaking you for a woman.

Dark sighs and lets you down. He seems to have read your surprise and confusion as rejection. “Fine. Not every man wants to get fucked in the ass. Not even by my amazing cock. I get it.” He turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You quickly grab his hand. It’s bigger than yours. As everything about him is—he’s almost two meters tall and incredibly muscular. He turns around again and looks at you. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I was just flustered. In fact, I would…” You gather your courage before speaking candidly. “I would love to feel your cock in me.” You smile shyly. “I’m not a man like most people imagine one. I can be a woman for you, if you want me to be.”

At your honest confession, a satisfied smile appears on Dark’s face. And you notice something twitch under his clothes, at the groin. Is that his…? If so, it is definitely very big. You swallow in apprehension.

“Alright then!” Since you were already holding hands, he pulls you close with one quick movement. His other hand moves around you. He grabs your behind and lifts you up again with one arm, with ease that makes it seem as if you don’t weigh anything. It elicits a gasp from you. Your head is at the perfect height to rest it on one of his broad shoulders. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “Time to get to my place. I promise you won’t regret having sex with the amazing Dark Schneider.”

You chuckle softly. “You do realize that by praising yourself, you’ve got a lot more to live up to? But…” You remember the situation you were just in. If he hadn’t been there, you’d have been dead. You were completely helpless in a situation that he solved in a fraction of a second. “I will admit you are pretty amazing, from what I’ve seen so far,” you finish softly. You wrap your arms around his torso. He still has one hand on your ass, using it to carry you while he walks quickly. His other arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, pressing your face to his pecs. He smells just a tiny bit like sweat, though it’s muffled by other odors. There is a definite piney smell to him.

“Oh princess, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He grins. “I will make sure that, by the end of the night, you’ll adore me as if I were a god.” He moves his wrist a little so it grinds against your genitals. You inhale sharply. He grins again. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it.” He squeezes your ass.

He walks quickly, and his place is nearby, so you arrive in a matter of minutes. It’s a big, stone house, reminiscent of a fortress. It has even got battlements. You can’t help but wonder what kind of life this man lives.

“Impressed?” He looks down upon you, full of confidence. “You should be.” He kicks open the door and carries you inside. Then he closes the door behind him with another kick and carries you upstairs, into a luxurious bedroom. He throws you down on the large bed. It’s very comfortable: the mattress is neither too soft nor too hard. The blankets are a beautiful dark carmine color. You reach out your hand; it’s soft and pleasant to the touch. Moreover, the room is charmingly decorated. There is a light gray carpet and romantic lighting provided by various candles. The walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes. Not too much, but enough to make the room feel pleasantly lived in. Clearly, no expense has been spared when it comes to this chamber.

You turn your eyes back to Dark, and find that he has already removed his shirt. His torso does not disappoint. He is ripped. While you stare at him in silence, he looks down at you half lying on the bed, precisely as you landed when he threw you. “You better enjoy the view. We’ll be here for a while.” His voice sounds almost threatening.

He steps towards you, towering over you. His pecs become even more pronounced as you have to raise your head to face him. “What’s your name?”

You give him your name.

“Well then, y/n. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” He bends forward, leaning a knee on the bed. His face approaches yours and you suddenly feel a hand at the base of your neck, keeping you in place while he presses his lips on yours. His kiss is rough, fueled by lust. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance—and winning it, too. You feel your inhibitions loosen as you surrender to his touch. His hand slides under your shirt as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lingers to play around with your nipple for a bit. Then he pinches it. Your face contorts and he ends the kiss to look at you sadistically. “What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He pinches it again, looking at your face with arrogant satisfaction.

“God, Dark,” you moan. He bends down a little more, placing kisses in your neck. His torso now hangs closely over yours, almost touching it. His body emanates heat; you can’t help but desire him to be closer still. The smell of his sweat has gotten a little stronger now, but it’s not overpowering. You lift your arms and grab hold of his broad shoulders. Subconsciously, you try to pull him closer.

He lifts his head from where it was buried in your neck, and the hand that was on your nipple now moves to grab your chin. “Look at me,” Dark commands as he holds your chin, pressing your head into the pillow. His long, white hair cascades down his shoulders, resting beside you. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again. You’re gonna be my cocksleeve, and you’re going to love it. Got it?” He looks you straight in the eye with confidence that seems out of this world.

“Y-yes,” you manage to croak. Speaking is complicated not just by the way he holds you, but also by the arousing fear that he instills in you. Part of you dreads what’s to come—if he speaks the truth, you won’t be the same after he’s done with you.

“That’s ‘Yes Master’, cocksleeve.” His knee presses down in your groin painfully, making you cry out.

“Yes Master,” you gasp, and he lifts his knee.

“Good girl,” he says with an arrogant grin on his face. “Now let’s get this party started properly.” One of his hands creeps under your shirt again. He pinches one of your nipples, but doesn’t linger this time. “Lift your arms.” As soon as you obey, he roughly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. Then he sits back. You are lying on your back, while he kneels with his knees at both of your sides, at the height of your thighs. His impressive abdominals and pectorals are on full display for you, towering over you again. He licks his lips. “Now that’s a nice body you have. I’m glad I brought you home. Perhaps I won’t let you go after this.” A hint of excitement must have crossed your face, because Dark capitalizes on it. “Oh, yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Becoming my personal slut, for me to use whenever I want.” He grabs your groin and plays around with your balls through the cloth. “You’d like being dominated by me, right?” You nod nervously. “Well, I’m gonna give you what you fucking want.”

With those words, he grabs your trousers and pulls them down roughly, your underwear going with them. He slides off the bed to get them off properly. He pushes a pillow under your lower back. Then he lifts up your legs and lays them over his shoulders as he gets back on the bed. Your bottom is now completely exposed, and his hand creeps towards it. He grabs your ass, and squeezes it hard. It hurts a little, but it only turns you on further. Your already rock-hard cock twitches. “As I expected, you like feeling some pain with your pleasure. Fucking slut. I love it.” He removes his hand again and takes up a tube from the nightstand. “Lube,” he explains. “It’s impossible without it.” He puts a good amount on his fingers. Then his hand moves to your ass again. He flashes a wicked grin as his finger teases the rim of your asshole. “Gonna have to prepare you real good. My cock is pretty big, you know? But I’ll make sure that it fits.”

You glance at his groin. The bulge you saw earlier has only gotten bigger. Is that ever going to fit?!

Dark seems to read your mind. “Believe me, it’s going to fit. As long as I arouse you enough, your hole will welcome me.” At that moment, the tip of his finger enters your hole. A lewd sound escapes you. “Oh, now that’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna make sure you’ll moan much, much more like that. Until I’m satisfied. And believe me, that takes a while.” He sticks his finger in a little deeper and softly touches your prostate. Again, you involuntarily make a noise. “I love the way you are opening up to me. You’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a reward. I’ll keep massaging that sweet spot in you. How’s that sound?” And he immediately delivers, continuing to rub your prostate.

“Aahh, Dark!” Where your previous noises were subdued, you can’t hold in your moans anymore.

“That’s it, baby. It’s okay to make all the noise you like. In fact, once I enter you, there’s no stopping it. So you better get used to making all kinds of sounds you’ve never made before.” He moves his finger around a little, rubbing against your walls and the rim of your hole.

“Guess what?” He looks down at you, carefully, as if he wants to see every expression you make. Then, you suddenly feel him push in a second finger.

You moan in a high-pitched voice as your eyes stray upward for a bit, completely overtaken by the intense sensation.

“God, that really made you sound like a girl.” When you look back at Dark, he has his signature grin on his face. “You just made me harder still.” He grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard, and as you touch it, it twitches. “Feel that? You turn me on so fucking much. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking you all night long.” His two fingers move in and out of your hole at a steady pace.

“Mmm… Feels so good,” you pant. It’s hard to breathe normally as the sensations wash over you.

Suddenly, he plunges in deeper. You breathe in sharply. The way his fingers move around in your ass is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He moves his digits apart, scissoring your hole. “Feeling good, huh? In a little while, my cock is going to go even deeper than this. And it’s thicker, too.” He removes his fingers from your ass. It feels like it’s gaping. “It’s not over yet, baby.” With a quick, cruel movement, he slams three of his fingers deep into you, as far as his knuckles.

You let out a little yelp. Dark slaps your buttock. “I’ll get all those sweet little sounds out of you.” He moves his fingers back and forth in you at a quick pace, making you moan over and over. It feels like you’ve lost control over your body, over your legs: you can’t move them even if you tried. He keeps his fingers a little apart at times, letting them explore the walls of your hole, opening you up further. “You’re really getting ready for me now. Just a little longer, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

“Please… Give it to me.” Your voice cracks as you seem to be unable to control your body fully. “I need you inside me.”

Dark’s expression becomes fiercer. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’ll rearrange your goddamn insides.” His voice is low and threatening. It scares you, but god, it’s hot. He slowly pulls his fingers from your ass, and undoes his belt. He slides off the bed, letting your legs fall back on the mattress. He quickly removes his trousers. The bulge is even clearer now that he is only wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his cock. He removes his underwear in a swift motion, eager to get on with it.

His dick is huge. It is both long and thick, standing straight up, plastered against his abs. A vein runs over the length of the shaft, accentuating its girth. Dark has only a little pubic hair—white, just like the rest of his hair—just enough to emphasize his masculinity. His big balls are hanging low. No matter how you look at it, his body is perfect. “See, this is why I took the time to prepare you,” he laughs. It has a sadistic undertone. He knows what he is about to inflict upon you. “Your body won’t be the same after I’m done with you. I’ll change the shape of your cunt so it will perfectly fit my fat cock.” He grabs some of the lube again and liberally covers his cock in it, giving it a few good strokes.

You lift your legs again, exposing your hole. “Take me, Master.”

He licks his lips and makes his way towards you. “I will.” His voice is low and full of lust. He sets his knees on the bed, and crawls over to you like a ravenous wolf about to devour its prey. He slams his arms next to your chest, leaning over you. Then he brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll fucking ravage you.” Next thing you know, he softly bites your ear, eliciting a surprised hiss from you.

He moves back slightly, still leaning on one hand but using the other to guide his penis to your impatient ass. The tip of his dick rubs against the rim. You bite your lip, struggling to contain your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

You are completely in his power. He, with his perfectly sculpted body—beautiful hair, astonishing muscles and impressive, almost intimidating genitals—is gazing down at you arrogantly, knowing he drives you crazy with desire. And he wants to hear you beg.

“Y-your cock,” you stammer. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, a-and I’ve never been this horny. I want you so b-badly. I want you to fuck me. Use me however you like. I adore the idea of being in your—” Your sentence gets cut short as Dark pushes the head of his cock in, making you gasp for air.

“Good slut. I’ll give you all that you wanted, and more.”

“Y-yes, Master! Yes!” you moan as he slowly pushes his thick penis further in. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before; the way his length touches all your walls and the way you feel completely dominated. “S’good.” Your voice is breathy; you can’t seem to find the strength to speak normally.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Dark whispers. He moves his cock back a little before pushing forwards again. “I’m not even halfway in yet.” At that, you make a small sound. “That’s right, baby. Your ass won’t ever forget this night,” he says with a smirk.

He moves back again, and forwards—always taking his sweet time.

“You know, my body doesn’t just look good. I have the stamina of a wolf. I love taking my time in making both of us feel amazing. We’ll be here for quite a few hours.”

“Let’s fuck until morning,” you whisper, adoration in your eyes. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s what I like to hear!” His voice is strong; loud, even. After all his lewd whispers and horny words, the volume of this sentence feels like the start of something new. And it is. You feel him push his cock further in. “You feel that, cunt? That’s the cock of the mighty Dark Schneider in you.”

You moan loudly. His fat cock rubs against your prostate, but also goes beyond it, deeper. Deeper than his fingers ever went. It makes you feel strange inside. You can feel his every movement, every twitch of his length.

“Yeah, eat it up, bitch. Your ass is so hungry.”

“Oh my g-god…,” you groan. “S-so… big…”

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your thigh. Dark slapped you. “Don’t give up on me now. I still haven’t bottomed out. And remember what I promised you.” He leans forward threateningly and lowers his voice to a whisper. “I said I’d make sure it fits inside you.” He places his hands next to you, enclosing you in between. “But let’s take it slow, right? Wouldn’t want my slutty princess to suffer. Not too much, anyway.”

“Master,” you whimper. His large body hangs over you, his chest close to yours. You feel the heat from his arms at your sides.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “Not gonna lie, you’re still pretty tight.” He moves his cock back again. And forwards. Slowly, but inexorably; this man is the closest thing to an unstoppable force that physics shall ever know. You feel his power in every one of his movements. Back and forth. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Your ass is starting to get used to my tool, isn’t it?”

In between pants, you manage to answer him. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckles softly. “Already feeling overwhelmed, huh? But we’ve still got the night ahead of us, babe.” He pushes forward again. His cock goes in deeper still, making you moan loudly. “See, you can take it. Just a few more times back and forth and you’ll have taken my entire cock inside you.” He keeps moving slowly, each time going a little further. Each time, you moan in pleasure. Thanks to his careful prepping and slow pace, it doesn’t hurt at all.

Dark lets out a grunt as he pushes in his cock fully, his big balls tickling your buttocks. For a few moments, you can’t make a sound; you can barely breathe. Then, you gasp for air, trying to take in the intense, awesome sensations. You look up to see Dark’s arrogant grin. “See? Told you you could take it,” he whispers. Then, his face moves closer and he kisses you on the mouth. His chest is on yours—he’s letting his weight crush you as his cock twitches in your ass. His tongue enters your mouth, full of desire to make you all his. He explores every part of it. His tongue is aggressive, fighting with yours and winning with ease; it’s a dominant kiss.

Finally, he moves his lips away from you for a bit, and you gasp for air again—with limited success, as his heavy weight on top of you makes it hard to fill your lungs. “You’re my personal fucktoy now. Got that, y/n?” He moves his lower body, causing his cock to stir inside your hole. It feels as if he moves all your insides around.

“Mm-mm,” you say with a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile. His hands run up your arms, to your wrists. Then he raises them above your head and pins them to the mattress. It feels as if his fingers are made of steel; there’s no escaping his grip. Not that you want to escape. “Let’s continue.” He slowly raises his core, making his large member move back, before slowly pressing down again, deep inside you. As he presses his thick dick deep into you, you breathe out deeply, as though all the air is being fucked out of you. His chest remains close to yours; it’s as if his body is enclosing you. It feels like every part of you touches a part of him. You’ve long since wrapped your legs around him, feeling his muscular thighs and buttocks as he moves his cock inside of you.

“God, you look like you’re in heaven.” Dark seems to be amused. “Tell me. How does it feel to be fucked by Dark Schneider? To be fucked by your master?”

“Feels… so good… Master,” you pant. At that moment, he presses his cock deep inside, his balls softly slapping against your butt. It takes your breath away, and you’re pretty sure you’re making a face that you’ve never made before. “Fucking amazing,” you say with a breathy voice. “Impossibly good.” It’s hard to form full, coherent sentences when he’s so deep inside of you, overwhelming you with physical pleasure and dominating every thought you have.

“That’s fucking right.” He buries his head in your neck and then—bites?! You hiss through your teeth, more from surprise than pain. He moves his head and looks you straight in the eyes. “I’ll make you mine. I’ll mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine. My bitch. My plaything.” He moves his mouth to his bite mark and starts licking it. It’s a strangely soft and gentle sensation, juxtaposed by the bite and the way his penis fucks your hole. He isn’t rough there, but a member that size pushes your body to its limits, no matter how careful he is.

“So… you can be sweet too,” you manage to whisper with some difficulty. “Master,” you add.

“I can be as gentle as my partner wishes me to be.” His mouth is close to your ear, his voice a mere whisper. “But I pride myself on being able to read others quite well—what turns them on, what they want. And I’m pretty sure you want only a little sweetness with a whole lot of domination. Don’t you, little slut?” He hisses that last word as he brings down his cock quickly, penetrating you deeply. You squeal in surprise. “You’re mine now, cunt. All mine.”

He continues at a higher pace, moving back so that only the head of his dick is still in your hole, and then bottoming out again. Your wrists are still pinned to the mattress, above your head. He shifts his hands, bringing your wrists together so he can pin them with only one of his large hands. His other hand goes between your chests, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moans.

“Master… You’re so big—it feels like you’re splitting me in two.” Your voice is soft. You’re barely able to speak as his large cock is slamming into you over and over. It doesn’t hurt much, but it remains wildly stimulating. Nothing has ever penetrated you this deeply, nor has anyone fucked your prostate this good. With each movement, his thick member massages that sweet spot inside you. It’s especially mind-blowing when the head, even larger than the shaft, passes by it, pressing down on it.

“You’re drooling,” Dark says with a low chuckle. He buries his head in your neck to lick it up, slowly moving his tongue from the side of your head to your mouth. Then he enters your mouth again, conveniently open from all the moans that he’s fucking out of you. His tongue is as aggressive as his cock, entering you and making sure there’s no part that remains untouched. He pushes your tongue aside as if it’s mere air, completely dominating you.

His hand, that was on your nipple, is now sliding lower. Down your abdomen, until it reaches your erect member. His large hand grabs it, envelops it. His thumb rests on the tip, rubbing it a bit. There’s some precome on it, making his rubbing smooth. Then, he starts to move his hand up and down. Even though it’s so slow, it turns you on crazily. You were already close to coming from all his thrusts in your ass, but now that he is serving your penis with his hand, you can’t hold it in any longer. You moan into his mouth as your sperm shoots over his hand and your chest.

He breaks off the kiss and looks at you. It’s hard to look at him; you feel a little bit ashamed for already having come from just a little touch. “My work in your ass must have really turned you on for you to come that quickly.”

You nod silently.

“Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brings his mouth to your ear again. “And you’re doing a good job too, you know. You’re such a perfect cocksleeve for me. Such a good girl.” Meanwhile, his assault on your ass has not abated. “Tell me, where do you want my come?” He lifts his head up again to look at you.

You can feel his cock twitching more than it did before, slowly nearing release. “Mm… Inside, master. I-I want you to f-fill me up.” His relentless pounding makes it hard for you to speak.

“Yeah. I can see it in your slutty eyes; you want me to fucking breed you.” He grunts as he slams into you, harder than before. His pace has decreased, changed into slow but hard fucks. When he bottoms out, he lingers there, letting the head of his cock roam around. “God, you have such a sexy expression right now. All fucked up.” He bottoms out again powerfully. You scream out in pleasure and pain simultaneously. It hurts, but it also feels so damn good. “Yes, that’s it,” Dark pants. “Let me hear your moans. Let me know how much you love being my bitch.”

“Hnng, M-… Ma-” But your words are cut short by your scream as he slams into you again.

“You don’t need to speak to tell me. I hear it in your moans and the way your ass is eating me up.” He chuckles darkly. “Fucking hell, I love you and your sexy hole.” He slams into you again. And again.

“Damn,” he moans. “I’m getting really close now.” His thrusts speed up again, his breeder balls slapping against you. The bed creaks softly under his powerful movements. He fucks you deep into the mattress and pillow that you are lying on. “I’m gonna fill you up real good. You’re never gonna want any other cock than mine again.” He speaks fast, with an unsteady voice—signs that he is nearing orgasm.

He slams into you one last time, and then ceases his thrusts. You feel his cock twitching and the thick liquid shooting into your ass. “Fuuuuck.” He twitches a bit, making movements that aren’t quite thrusts but do move his cock back and forth a last few times. He finally lets go of your wrists that he had pinned to the mattress, and collapses on top of you. The weight of his torso is crushing, but you don’t mind it. You wrap your arms around him, as if you want him closer still. His dick is still twitching, still shooting sperm, and Dark is moving around in your ass a little bit. “Fucking hell,” he moans. “That was a proper fucking load that I’ve just shot into you.”

“Mmm, thank you, master.” You’ve gotten hot; sweat glistens on your skin. But you feel hot inside too, thanks to his cock and the warm fluid he pumped into you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations. Dark seems to be in a similar state of mind, his body relaxed as he lies on top of you. But after a minute or so, his cock having ceased its pulsations, he gets up from you, slipping his cock out. You open your eyes just as his hands grab your sides and he roughly turns you around, making you lie prone. The pillow that was under your ass is now supporting your groin, making your ass stick out.

Dark places his hands on your hips again, and then you feel the big head of his penis at the rim of your anus. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” he says cockily. He pushes in with a grunt, eliciting another moan from you. “You see, I’m a man of my word. I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk after tonight. I mean to deliver.”

He penetrates your hole deeply—somehow it feels like he reaches even deeper than in the previous position. You want to moan, but the sensation is so overwhelming your breath is stuck in your throat for a moment. He moves again, fucking you deeply, hitting your prostate good, and you moan loudly in ecstasy. “Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“That’s what I like to hear, my princess.” He removes his hands from your hips as he lies down upon you, his huge pecs pressing down on your shoulder blades. His thighs are on either side of yours. You feel the muscles in them contract and release as he fucks you. His right hand moves under your torso toward your face. He stops at your chin, holding it tightly. You can’t move your head anymore unless he wills it, and he knows it. “You’re in my power now, my sweet, sweet girl.” His possessive tone at your ear only serves to turn you on further, making you moan louder involuntarily with the next thrust.

“That’s it, let me hear you. I’m going to fuck all kinds of sweet noises out of you.” He interrupts himself for a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “All. Night. Long. That’s a promise.”

Notes

The line “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it" was strongly inspired by this art by len_barboza on Instagram. So hot...

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Commission: M!Dragon Boss x NB!Reader

Notes: A lovely commission from a lovely follower! I have edited out their personal details and anything they wanted removed. This has been made a NB-Reader Fic for the public enjoyment. Enjoy! Warnings: no warnings Themes: 5K words, sfw, slow burn

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A massive yawn ripped through you as you made your way to work.

The morning was as normal as ever. And the traffic going to work was slow, but nothing that would make you late. Your brother, Jimmy, was seated beside you in the driver's seat and was feeling just as sleepy as he drove the usual route on autopilot.

When he spoke, it startled you a little out of your thoughts, “Hey, isn’t that new boss coming in today?”

You hummed an affirmative. “Yeah. He’s coming in to meet the managers and staff, apparently.”

Jimmy nodded and slowed to turn into the parking lot of your workplace. And almost immediately, you spotted the very expensive sports car amongst the various normal vehicles. It gleamed with a polished shine in the sunlight and even had a personalized plate with the word “Boss” on it.

Your brother laughed as he parked beside it.

“I like this guy already.” Jimmy said as he turned off the vehicle.

You got out of the car and admired the sleek looking vehicle. It was well cared for and didn’t have a single dent or scratch on it. You were almost scared to walk past it in case you somehow caused some damage to the paint job.

“So, any bets on what he looks like?” You asked and Jimmy shrugged. Leading the way towards the main building.

“I’m getting ‘rich pompous man’ vibes from the car. Possibly mob-boss style clothing and an attitude problem.” Jimmy said. You walked along the side of the building towards the front entrance. You overtook your brother, half laughing at the image you were getting in your mind.

“I’m thinking, a guy like the Penguin from Batman,” You said. “Kinda ugly, but rich and well dressed. Attitude problem that is going to cause us a headache- Oh!”

While talking, you were only half paying attention to where you were going. And as you flung open the door to enter your workplace, you almost slammed right into a towering being of muscle and hard scales.

A massive hand reached out and grabbed your arm, steadying you as you stumbled back.

“Oop, my apologies! I didn’t see you coming in.” A rumble of a voice said as you were released from the iron grip. And as you looked up, having to crane your neck a little, you met the startling golden gaze of a Dragon.

His smile was easy-going and showed a small sliver of white fangs behind his lips. The crisp black suit hugged the huge toned body well, displaying the curves and thick muscle beneath the material.

And his scales, a deep ocean blue, contrasted beautifully with the dark coloring of his clothing.

“Oh, thank you. No it was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” You said, unable to properly look this creature in the eyes. His gaze was captivating and he towered over you like a tree. You weren’t intimidated in any way…just a little flustered.

“Ah, well, let’s both share the blame. Then at least no one is at fault.” His eyes gleamed like melted gold coins, matching the warm laugh that rumbled through his chest. “Kierce Silver. I’m the newest addition to your workforce.”

He eyed your uniform and offered out his hand. Which you took and your fingers were swallowed in the wide palm. You felt his claws carefully move so they didn’t scratch your skin as you shook his hand.

“I’m (y/n), and welcome! Do you need a tour to the main office? Or have you already been given the rundown of the place?” You asked.

The building wasn’t complicated to navigate. And training always involved a heavy dose of orientation before actually getting the person to work. But you still remembered your first day here and remembered the comfort of a friendly face being there with you while you were shown the ropes. You tried to help out any new people so that they didn’t feel awkward while being introduced to other employees and actually feel comfortable on their first day.

Kierce smiled and his chuckle was warm. He stepped to the side and gestured for you to lead the way. “By all means, I’d love a tour.”

Jimmy, having been standing somewhat behind you, watching this entire interaction go down; slipped past you and hurried inside. Giving the newcomer his own introduction and shook the man’s hand.

“I gotta run, but if you need anything, just let me know.” Jimmy offered as he retreated into the building. Shooting you a little cheeky grin as he passed by.

You ignored him and started making your way through the hallways. Giving Kierce a rundown on the building and where everything is. You knew the place fairly well and gave your best explanations to each of the areas and what Kierce would expect in each one. The Dragon hadn’t told you where he would be working. But usually new hires were always on the factory floor with the conveyor belts or working alongside a seasoned employee. Until they were trained and able to do jobs by themselves.

Halfway through your walk, you realized you were talking nonstop, gesturing wildly as you went on and on about the building. You quickly stopped and gave Kierce an apologetic smile.

“It’s a lot to take in, sorry. But you’ll figure it all out after a few days.” You said with a shrug. “The warehouse is pretty basic. Have you been given the safety orientation?”

Kierce nodded. Seeming to have been drinking in every word you spoke. “I’m familiar with the protocols. I have a lot of experience with this line of work, so I don’t think I will need to do any of the orientation details.”

“Everyone needs to do it.” You said. Coming up to the windows that showed the massive layout of machinery and conveyor belts. “It’s part of the company’s policies and guidelines. If you don’t, you can’t go onto the warehouse floor.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can squeeze past that little roadblock.” His grin seemed too wide. And it slightly annoyed you at how smug his tone was. “But I appreciate you taking the time to show me around. We should do this more often, I’d like to get to know all of my employees.”

Em…Employees?

You finally properly looked up at this Dragon. His ivory horns were neatly filed and polished to a shine. His blue scales were almost reflective like a mirror and the suit was a little more tailored now that you looked a little harder. He looked too…well dressed for someone who was going to be down on the floor all day. Or was coming in for an interview. Which would have been your other guess.

His handsome features crinkled with a soft laugh. “You were too cute to pass up the tour.” He said. “Let me start over. I’m Kierce Silver, your new boss. I was just dropping by to get some paperwork and make introductions. I couldn’t pass up spending a little time with a pretty little jewel like yourself.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest.

This was your new boss? This was not at all what you had expected. And…did he just call you…pretty?

There was something in the way he smiled. It seemed…to smug for your liking. And the dazzling, coy crinkle around his eyes rubbed you the wrong way.

So much so, that the friendliness you shared with him dwindled into a polite, professional smile. And you nodded curtly. Nothing that would be considered rude or impolite, but merely acknowledging his words.

“Well, welcome to the workplace.” You said. “I’m sure you don’t need me anymore then, I’ll be off to clock in.”

Before Kierce could try and rectify the conversation, you were turning away from him and walking towards the office. The Dragon physically gawked at the sudden change in your demeanor. Caught by surprise, he wasn’t able to kick his body into motion to chase after you as you disappeared through another set of doors.

He managed to catch up with you just as you were halted by a coworker, who seemed to be talking rapidly about something.

You didn’t see Kierce come up behind you, but the way your friend Amber’s rant about the hot new boss came to a screeching halt, told you that he had just come up behind you.

You turned slowly to look up at the guy, and his smile was apologetic, but still had the curling smirk at the corners.

“I’m sorry if I offended you back there,” Kierce said. “I was only being playful.”

“I wasn’t offended. You just caught me off guard, is all.” You replied. But the bitterness in your tone told Kierce that he had in fact hit a small nerve. “And if I kept talking, I would have been made late.”

It was only a half truth. You had possibly ten minutes before you really needed to clock in.

Kierce nodded and looked around the office where you had put your bag down. There were alot of people staring and a few were whispering amongst themselves. None were paying attention to you thankfully.

The woman beside you was beaming up at him. And he smiled in return, offering his hand to her as he introduced himself.

You found yourself rolling your eyes as the coy tone returned to the Dragon’s voice. You decided to use Amber as an escape and quickly ducked away to go start your day.

Kierce was the talk of the factory.

He seemed to be all anyone could talk about. He stuck around for another hour to meet the rest of his employees and then had to leave for other business.

But he might as well have stayed around for the rest of the day. Since every conversation you had with someone was about the new Dragon.

“He’s so handsome! I’ve never met a Dragon before. He is so pretty.” One person cooed as a few of you worked over an assembly belt. “His blue scales are gorgeous! Is it too weird if I ask to touch his arm?”

“Did you see him bring flowers for Milly? What a sweetheart. He’s only been here for a few hours and he’s already got everyone liking him.” Another had said with a laugh.

And you couldn’t really escape him either. Everywhere you went, he was there. And that warm, cocky smile was there to greet you. Through the work week Kierce was coming and going from the building. Instead of Milly going out of her way to leave the building just to talk with him about the business, he would come to her.

Sometimes their meetings would go on for hours at a time and Milly would come out with new piles of paperwork. Once or twice you had to come in a little earlier for a meeting that everyone had to sit through. Mostly some changes the bosses wanted the workers to know. It was small things. And no one really cared about them since it didn’t properly affect their jobs or hours. It was only minor things affecting the company itself and not the people.

Kierce would accompany her through this process, answering any questions people had on anything that changed. He vouched for transparency when it came to his company.

“I don’t want any of you to think we’re hiding any information from you.” Kierce said in one morning meeting. “If you have any questions, even silly little enquiries, don’t be afraid to approach me and ask.”

He was approachable and friendly. And it was incredibly annoying.

You tried to ignore him. But the giant Dragon with a smooth voice and even silkier lines was hard to ignore when he signaled you out for conversation.

Amber didn’t miss a thing throughout the week. Seeming to catch every little smirk and wink Kierce sent your way. And teasing you relentlessly when you scoffed or blatantly ignored him. But thankfully, she only once caught the coloring in your cheeks when Kierce spoke to you.

“Admit it,” Amber teased, speaking low enough that only you could hear her. “You find him just as cute as everyone else.”

You pretended to think about it. Pouting your lips like it was a hard question. But then shrugged and said casually. “He’s…ok.”

Kierce was definitely more than ok, but you weren’t going to let everyone know that. A couple of people had already teased you about “showing the new boss around” on his first day.

Apparently, Kierce had also made mention of your little walk around with him a few times, to a few people. And of course, the gossip mill worked its magic. But you weren’t really worried. There was always some sort of rumor or piece of news floating around the workplace, and rarely did it last very long.

But during that week you saw Kierce start making the rounds to every station in the building. Making introductions and shaking hands with the employees of the warehouse. To the people that he missed because they were sick or didn’t work on the days he had come in.

Again, no matter who he talked to, they loved him. You seemed to be the only person that found his overly cocky attitude and playful smirks frustrating.

You and Amber were one of the last for Milly to bring Kierce over too. It was on your Friday, just before lunch. You kept working while Amber made small talk and laughed at the small jokes Kierce made.

It almost had you rolling your eyes. But you refrained from doing so, in case Milly didn’t take too kindly to it, since this was her boss. As well as yours.

“And of course, you’ve already met (y/n).” Milly smiled. You could see the silent chuckle on her lips as Kierce nodded.

“How could I forget~” Kierce practically purred. If a Dragon could purr. It could have been a soft growl. But that was probably something you weren’t meant to ask someone.

But instead you plastered on that same polite smile as Kierce leaned against the machine and watched what you were doing. “This is obviously a stupid question, but are you enjoying your job?” Kierce asked. The playfulness in his tone was replaced with something along the same lines as professionalism. “Is there anything you think would help you improve your work life here?”

“Shorter hours and more pay?” Amber quipped. Which rewarded her with a somewhat sharp look from Milly. But did get a chuckle from Kierce.

“Wouldn’t that be the dream?” He said. “But seriously. Do you feel safe working with these machines? Do you think you need more training? Maybe some better equipment or safety measures?”

As much as you wanted this to be a serious conversation, you couldn’t quite concentrate while Kierce was leaning so close.

There was a subtle cologne wafting from his massive chest and, damn, it smelled really nice.

“Um, well…” You tried to run through all your time here and come up with an answer that was a little bit better than; ‘oh, it’s ok.’ and follow it up with a shrug. Because it wasn’t, not entirely anyway. There was always something to improve in the workplace. But Kierce was making it really hard to think of anything but him right now.

You decided to stall just a little bit. “There is always something to improve, but since it’s still early in the day, I can’t think of anything right now.”

“It's almost lunch time,” Amber said, and you tried very hard not to kick her shins for it. You ignored her and continued.

“I could always write a list and get it back to you.” You suggested, and Kierce laughed. He stepped closer and started helping with your task as Milly stayed back.

“An entire list? I didn’t think this place was that bad.” Kierce said.

“Oh, no, it’s really not. It’s just-”

Your words died in your throat as Kierce winked down at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing, shortcake. If you can write a list of improvements or any concerns you have, I’d really appreciate it. I want to know every little dirty detail about this place.”

He finished up what he was doing and bid his farewell to you and Amber. “Thanks for the talk, ladies. Don’t work too hard now.” Another wink and another charming smile and Kierce was walking away with Milly trailing behind him.

Amber waited till Kierce was out of earshot before grabbing your arm and shaking it with an excited giggle.

“Oh my God, he is so into you.” She giggled. And you made a dramatic gesture of gagging as you wiggled your arm out of her grasp.

“Oh please, the guy has flirted with everyone that walks in front of him.” You replied, a little bitterly. Hoping Amber would let go of the subject. “If the machines had eyes, he’d try to woo them too.”

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Over the course of the next few weeks your usual routine was shattered with the constant presence of Kierce. You had hoped he was there for only a week. That he would show boast around and then leave.

But instead, Milly had informed everyone that he would be taking over while she was away on leave. It wouldn’t be too long. But you knew what that meant.

Kierce was going to be here everyday.

And he was always at the front doors when you arrived, smiling and greeting you warmly. But there was always a reason for him to be there.

First he was speaking with a construction team on some new plans for the main entrance and showing them around.

A few times he had run into a co-worker on his way in and they would stand by the doors and chat almost every morning.

Once he was on call with someone, and even hushed them over the phone to say good morning to you.

But as far as you knew, he did this with everyone. Kierce was so friendly that you couldn’t say he was, or was not, singling you out with his attention.

And you were getting tired of trying to guess his intentions every time he came up to you.

Except for this morning, where a single rose was resting on your desk. Next to it was a note that read;

“Thank you for giving me your insight on the building and its protocols. You’ve been a great help to the improvement of this workplace.

Kierce”

What was worse was the little drawn heart next to his name. Which, much to your surprise and frustration, caused a little flutter of butterflies in your chest.

You quickly stuffed the note into your pockets and picked up the rose. You didn’t have anywhere to put it, other than leaving it on your desk with your things. Or stuffing it into your bag. Leaving it on the desk would be a nice thing to come back to anytime you weren’t on the factory floor.

But then again, you didn’t want to give in to the rumors and fangirling that everyone was still tightly caught up in.

You couldn’t deny however, that receiving a flower like this and being appreciated had you smiling for the rest of the day. And when you gave the flower to Amber, she was grinning ear to ear just as much as you.

“Jake is going to have to step up his game.” Amber said. Placing the flower in her bag so she remembered to take it home with her. “I don’t think he’s gotten me flowers in a while.”

“Well, I’m happy to lift your expectations up.” You replied, laughing. About to step away from your desk when Kierce came through the doors. Almost barreling into you as he did.

“We really have to stop meeting like this,” Kierce teased. Chuckling as you stepped back to let him pass.

“It’s almost like you wait for me behind these doors.” You quipped back. “And then when I’m too close, you push through. Forcing me to talk to you.”

“Aww, what? You don’t like our little conversations?” He asked with a wink before disappearing into the back office. From your desk, you could see into the room he had entered. He placed down a cup of coffee and sat behind the table.

With how big he was, the desk looked so much smaller than it actually was. And you had seen him get a bigger chair than the one Milly usually used. He dwarfed a lot of everything around him.

Which had made you giggle a little at the thought of such a huge guy trying to sit on an averaged sized office chair.

“You’re staring,” Amber said. A very mocking look plastered on her face as you jabbed her playfully in the ribs.

“Oh, and you don’t?” You tried to say.

But then Amber laughed.

“You’re not denying it!” She said, drawing out the words as she exited through the doors towards the factory. You rolled your eyes and followed her through.

The note stuck with you in your mind throughout the day. You accepted that it did in fact make you a little giddy inside. When was the last time anyone got you flowers?

But then you were brought out of your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder. You turned and smiled at a man around your age. You knew him as one of the newer employees. With scruffy blonde hair and freckles covering his cheeks.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. I’m Max, we haven’t been properly introduced.” He offered you his hand and you shook it, giving your name in return. “Oh, I know, your name. Amber here has told me alot about you. And I was wondering if you’d like to get coffee sometime this weekend.” Max’s cheeks went bright red and he nervously looked down at your shoes before forcing his gaze to raise back to your eyes.

Amber beside you made a quiet squeak noise. But her attention was heavily on the belt in front of her.

You were utterly shocked by the question. So much so, your mouth went into autopilot and accepted the invitation before your mind could kick into gear.

Max’s smile was so wide you thought he was going to split his cheeks.

“Awesome! Um, what’s your number and we can organize a time.”

You couldn’t exactly back out now. So, you gave Max your number and he scribbled it down on a piece of paper. Since phones weren’t permitted in the factory. He’d have to wait till he returned to his bag and put it in then.

“Alright! We’ll talk soon.”

And just like that, you had a date planned for sometime over the weekend.

You turned back to the belt you were working on with Amber in somewhat of a daze. Until Amber laughed and nudged your side.

“Look at you getting a date.” She teased. Glancing over at Max as he returned to his station. “He’s cute. He’s no Dragon, but he’s cute.”

You laughed nervously. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you tried to busy yourself with work. “I didn’t even think about it. I just automatically said, yes.”

Amber laughed. “Give him a chance. He might be really sweet.”

You nodded, agreeing you might as well give Max a chance. And it was something to look forward to over the weekend.

You weren’t exactly feeling the excitement when the day came to actually go to the date.

The nerves that rattled your body were almost overwhelming the joy of going into a cafe and treating yourself to something sweet.

Max smiled and gave you an awkward hug when you arrived, already having picked out a table for the two of you to sit down at.

The coffee shop itself was quaint. It was surrounded by lush gardens and had an outdoor seating area with large picnic tables that were protected from the sun by broad, colorful umbrellas. The colors bathed the area in mix-matched hues that filtered through the thin layer of material. It wouldn’t entirely shade you from the sun, but protected you enough to not get sunburnt.

Max had picked an outdoor table for the two of you and the server came over just as you sat down. You quickly looked over the small menu and picked out a drink and something from the breakfast menu.

The server smiled and left. Leaving the two of you to sit in a somewhat awkward silence.

“So, uh, what made you say yes to the date?” Max asked. Scratching the back of his neck nervously. He looked just how you felt on your way here. And he was sweating a little.

You shrugged, not entirely sure what he wanted you to say to that. You couldn’t tell him the truth and say it was automatic. “It sounded like a nice time.” You managed to lie. “What about you? Why did you ask me out?”

“Oh, um, you’re just really pretty. And I think you’re pretty funny too. I hear a lot of your conversations with Amber and Jake. They’re great people.”

Max’s words did bring a little color to your cheeks. And you smiled down at the table, chuckling.

“I’m sorry if I seemed like I ever ignored you. Sometimes I get lasered in on a conversation.” You fiddled with a napkin that was sitting on the table. “How long have you been working at the factory?”

“Oh, a few weeks now.” Max said with a shrug. His own eyes wandering elsewhere. “I’m a bit of an antisocial guy so I rarely talk to people at work.”

The conversation went into the subject of the factory. You had to admit, you were getting a little bored talking about the place you were at all week for many hours of the day. Your drinks were brought out to you and you thankfully now had something to change the subject onto.

And you were almost glad when he excused himself to go to the restroom. And you were allowed a few minutes of peace. Looking at the gardens and all the flowers that were beginning to bud.

“Ah, so they do exist outside of work!” A shadow passed over you as a large form stepped around the table to sit in Max’s spot. Kierce smiled broadly as he smoothly slipped onto the bench. Tucking his long legs under the table and curling his thick tail out of the walkway. “And here I thought you just lived in the factory basement.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Oh please, I do have a life outside of that place. What are you doing here? I would have thought you’d be drowning in paperwork.”

“Unlike other workaholics, I can pull myself away from the desk every so often. I need to see the sun at least twice a month to keep my scales shiny.” Kierce said. His smile was broad and didn’t carry the coy smirk you were so used to him wearing. And his clothes were more casual. A simple dark shirt with tight fitting jeans. “I’m here for my weekly treat of raspberry scones and cream. And a very heavy dose of caffeine on the side. What are you doing here? On a…date, are we?”

The bony scales that served as his eyebrows wiggled teasingly as you probably went three shades of red.

“You guessed correctly.”

Kierce clicked his tongue and leaned forward excitedly. “Oh? Do tell? Are they from work?”

“You’re my boss.” You laughed, shaking your head. Being entirely sarcastic. “I can’t share those type of details with you.”

“I could just wait till Monday.” Kierce shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll be all over the workplace by then. Or sit here until they come back. I couldn’t let a pretty jewel like yourself sit alone for long.”

A waiter came by and dropped off Kierce’s massive to-go coffee cup and a medium sized brown paper bag. His smile transformed into that very familiar smirk as he addressed the waiter. “Thank you, sweetheart.” His attention went back to you and he tilted his head. “Or, heaven forbid, did they ditch you?”

Some part of you would have been thrilled if that was the case. The conversation had been so dull, you were glad to talk to someone else.

“Or maybe you scared them off.”

“Puh-lease, I am not that intimidating.” He scoffed playfully. Taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

“I find you a little annoying.”

“Hey, I am your superior. You can’t say that to me.”

“We’re not in the factory anymore, Kierce! I can say what I want.” Despite the tones, you could see the twinkle in his eyes. Conveying he was being just as sarcastic as you were. And it made you laugh as he scoffed dramatically.

“You wait till Monday.” The growl, though utterly playful, sent a chill through you. And you hoped Kierce didn’t see the way goosebumps ran along your arm. You covered up your flustered state with a laugh. Shaking your head.

You finally glanced around the cafe, looking for Max. It had been some time since he left the table. His coffee would be going cold soon.

Probably thinking the same thing, Kierce also looked around the small shop and its tables.

“Who did you actually invite out?” He asked.

“He invited me. It was Max.” You said with a huff. Surely, you seriously did not just get ditched. “He said he was just going to the restroom.”

Kierce clicked his tongue and pushed his drink and bag towards you. “Hold these, I’ll go make sure he hasn’t fallen in or something.”

You nodded as Kierce stood from the table and went inside. You could smell the freshly baked treats inside the bag. They smelt amazing. And the strong smell of coffee radiating from his to-go cup was mildly worrying.

After a minute, Kierce returned to the table. Shrugging.

“I’m sorry to say, I think he ditched you.” He pointed at Max’s coffee. “Did he pay for his?”

“Not yet. We literally just got here.” You were a little crestfallen about the situation. Your first date in a while and the guy gets up and leaves you to pay for both coffees. Your food would be out any minute as well.

Kierce sat back down and retrieved his goodies from you. He tore open the bag and retrieved one of his scones between his claws.

“Well, his lost. My gain.” He winked and took a large bite from the cream filled delight. Just as your plate of food was placed in front of you and Max’s was placed beside Kierce. Who took one look at it and scooted it a little ways away from him with the tip of his claw. “So, what shall we discuss on our first date?”

The twinkle in his golden gaze almost made you choke on your food as much as his words did.

After taking a sip of your drink, you shot him a small glare. “This isn’t a date.”

“Oh? Then what is it.”

“You hijacking a date.”

“But still a date…” He chuckled at how easily he could get you flustered. With a small wink and a smile, and your little bit of irritation was gone. “It’d be rude of me to ditch you as well. Do you need a ride home after this?”

There was no teasing to his question. But a genuine offer. And you shook your head.

“Thank you, but my brother is going to pick me up afterwards. But I appreciate the offer.” You picked at your food and Kierce carried on with the conversation.

You found yourself talking a lot easier with Kierce than with Max. The subjects ranged from hobbies, to your life and his work before the factory. You found yourself laughing a lot more at his jokes and his chuckle was just as loud when you told a few stories about your family.

Before you knew it, you were both on your third cafe beverage and were only disturbed by Kierce’s phone ringing.

Though he declined the call, he sighed.

“I should get back to the office. I am a little late for a meeting.” He said, gathering the leftover scones and putting them back in the bag. “This was fun, (y/n). We should do this again.”

Again with that damn smirk and crinkle under his eyes. You rolled your eyes and stood as well. Getting your money out to pay, but Kierce tsked.

“The gentleman pays for the first date. Especially when he asked.”

You didn’t even bother trying to correct him. And you let him go to the counter and pay for the table’s bill.

“Thank you.” You said when he joined you to walk towards the car park. “I did have a good time. You made an ok date, really good.”

“Don’t take it to heart.” Kierce said gently. Nodding towards the cafe, to where you both had been sitting. “Some guys just can’t handle talking to a gem for too long. See you on Monday.”

With a flick of his tail, Kierce hurried across the road to his shiny car. Leaving you, yet again, to stutter a ‘goodbye’ after him.

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Tell Me I Can Kiss You - Teen Wolf Fanfic

Request from: @holyangelstudentuniverse

Important Tags: Getting together, reader insert, soft Peter Hale Character(s): Peter and Reader, mentioned Stiles, Scott and Derek Pairing(s): Peter Hale/reader

Request?: Yes. "A heavier set AFAB he/they nonbinary reader"

Summary: Reader is a Werewolf that has moved from elsewhere in the country to Beacon Hills to get away from the stifling small town that he'd lived in, where they were the only Supernatural, and meets a certain someone

Inspiration: Dialogue prompt - “Oh, do I annoy you?” “Not more than usual.”

Warnings: Briefly addressed accidental misgendering and reader has some self-esteem issues in relation to their size and transness mentioned at the very end

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After the Night Ends Chapter 1

3K Words. Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there

Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. So indulgent I’m adding a soundtrack. Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Multi Love.

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Your estranged love materialized out of thin air. A ghost of his former self; a slimmed figure, stark white hair, pearlescent pale skin. His eyes a hollow but peering yellow. Your heart beat beyond sound, a thunderous full body vibration. Although in mid-air piercing his sleek ornate sword through Drolta’s chest, you could do nothing more but falter in stability at his appearance. “Adrian…” you mumbled low. Richter took in your surprise realizing you had not been truthful of your affiliation with Dracula. Or rather, your affiliation was a lot more intimate than you let on. Much of your facade fell as Drolta’s screech and outreached hand towards you gave no fear. Not only because your Adrian was immaculate with his weapon, or the fact he would never let anything happen to you—you could handle yourself beyond compare.

For the sake of achieving your desire of reuniting with your love you found yourself amongst these well-meaning youth of tomorrow. Disguising your age was not difficult at this point in your travels but faking your background became harder as the old world you knew was vastly changed. You had to learn now, with your darker complexion, and couple hundred years from your original background, how to navigate the questions of who you were and where you came from.

The days of knowing the love of your life as Alucard, fighting and joking alongside Trevor and Sypha were long gone. You had already joined them close to the end of their respective voyages latching onto Alucard because of your shared loneliness and troubled background. Admittedly, you wanted to snatch Adrian away into the darkness to confirm he’s the man who’s dangling in the air as if an ethereal marionette. Yet, in a way he was nothing as you remembered. The soft peach of his warm skin, his lively almost rose golden tresses, the breadth of his shoulders—all replaced by a more demure, reclusive, cold countenance. He felt…dead. You were the only one in suspension at this point as Drolta crashed to the ground without a nail reaching you. Her radiant crimson pink embers dwindling with her decaying body catching up to all the time she used. You could admit she had been captivating even if depraved. And as you watched her body wither into the wind a booted foot fell into your eye line. Large, leathered, and desiring acknowledgment.

Now he was on Earth, on land, the same as yours, beckoning you to confront the man you abandoned almost three hundred and something years ago. Your adoration and yearning caught in your throat. How could you apologize to him? Was it actually on you to apologize? How could you explain you missed him but hated him but loved him but ran away? You hadn’t realized you’d fallen to your knees until Richter prompted: “What the fuck is actually going on?” He stood back protective of Annette and Maria, his bulked arm extended as a barrier. You took no notice of him as when the second foot touched Earth you could muster no confidence to face your estranged beloved. “I heard you are in need of assistance,” he spoke directly above you, turning his head stilted to throw “Belmont.” The name fell from his lips in a knowing but wayward tone. “I am the son of Dracula…and I believe you have been looking for me.” Almost a question, hinted with deprived amusement. Everyone’s eyes fell to you who could do nothing more but clutch your chest tightly, wide-eyed. A nervous wreck of emotions. Richter spoke finally “Yes…we need your help,” he was earnest and determined taking in the gaping white of the eclipse centered in the blackened sky. He wavered looking to the ground defeated. “We…dearly need your help.” Richter was the most overtly perturbed. But also the most obviously willing to sacrifice his life to save the world. You knew them all courageous, even poor Eduard you promised Annette to help. It was easy to lie to them at first, everyone was cautious of the other. Yet, fight after fight, you all proved your loyalty and even love for one another. Then, the guilt of deceit weighed on you. You lied to them about everything focused only on your goal of finding your beloved again. And here he was in all his angelic splendor far from how you left him. You were as weak as when you ran away.

Maria joins “We are going to fight against Erzabeth. She has done unspeakable evils…” she weakens to a whimper as the thoughts of her mother hushes the entire group. Richter, now never not scowling, continues: “We are going to kill that Bitch. But it would be helluva lot easier if you join us…” Alucard stood statuesque, as acclaimed a visage as Apollo or Dionysus. A truly remarkable visual that captivated them all. If only they knew how many before them could do nothing more but gawk at his appearance. If only they knew how his skin glowed against the sun, unlike this almost bleached complexion. How his hair fell far beyond his shoulders and bounced with his laugh or his ballerino steps as he sauntered about. 300 years…how alone you had been. How alone he had had to have been. Tears brim but you quickly wipe them away shaking your head. It felt unreal, surreal, a lie.

“Are you…” his voice was soft, loving. “In need of any assistance too? Ma’am?” What? Ma’am? It was sharp and loaded. It was what he referred to you when you arrived appearing as a lost young maiden unbeknownst to him with experience in new identities already. When you arrived in the dark begging for his mercy and somewhere to reprieve. In a long blue ornate dress you stole easily from a paused caravan at the neighboring stop. All you needed to steal was food, medicine, and yeah maybe something to sell. In the unsafe sweep of midnight you saw the torches that lit the garden before the mountainous shadow of castle came into view. You could only make it out as the dark clouds passing peeked moonlight through that reflected off the staggering pointedness of the seemingly alive, angry architecture.

Truly had it not been the dead of night, as a woman (well perceived as such despite your personal desires), and performing the damsel role. You ended up sticking yourself in a situation where you’d need to go back miles the way you came or stick out this con of sorts. You thought to nab a few vegetables but it was so well kept you thought smart of guard dogs or some sort of watcher. Wouldn’t be far fetched someone peers out of the windows of this monstrous abode awaiting a strangers mistake.

You rush past clutching your dress in a hurry. Makes sense to seem distraught, lost, and vulnerable. You knocked softly upon the door which felt immediately futile. How thick and staggering the door was and the real size of the castle sent a cold chill through you. You press your hand to the door because you were sure you felt a pulse, or that rather while you knew it was not flesh—the door felt aware of you. I guess I’ll knock again. You knock much harder this time. Banging actually as you felt foolish becoming annoyed at how hard it was to successfully be weak. But in exchange for your admittedly resounding knocks you lifted your voice to a pitiful, desperate “Please! Hello!!! I’m lost and in dire need of assistance! Any help!! Please!!” Oh how you’d be sure to steal as much as you could. You were about to quit before the hulking door widened by itself. Tired of your persistence the door cracked enough to show a vast gallery with huge winding stairwells on either side. It felt like a library…while life has known these floors there’s a sense that much has happened…but you can’t ignore the cobwebs, floating dusts, and the sense that if someone did live here, they forewent cleaning a good bit of time ago. You shimmied through the doorway as it had not been kind enough to open fully. You stumbled a bit taking it all in.

“Hello?! Apologies, I’ve led myself astray far from those I was traveling with. I can compensate handsomely…” It just didn’t feel like you were talking to no one. Instead of reversing course you were the stubborn, hard headed type. “Please, I…I actually have no one.” You could be somewhat honest you supposed. Becoming genuinely desperate that atleast you weren’t crazy. “I am here in need of food and shelter. Only for a night.” You voice blared across the gallery traveling it’s way into the further darkness of the hallways leading deeper into the abyss of this now increasingly creepy place. Fear, worry, concern crept upon you. Maybe I did choose wrong. “I’m…desperate…but I know an unwelcome guest... I apologize for bothering you…thank you for opening your door if just to bade the weather for a time.” You were sincere. Whatever, whoever this was while maybe not of pure malice or evil was definitely not interested. You turned on your heel quickly about to shimmy back through the door’s crack when a masculine voice of obvious nobility cleared his throat loudly. So much so it stalled your legs leaving you shook to the core. You turned jolted at the sight of a long haired blonde man. A man you could easily claim is 6’3-6’5, dressed in a loose open chested blouse ruffled at the wrists. His broad shoulders, substantial almost bare chest, and his height sent you in a tizzy. You slipped on nothing grabbing at the door with an awkward chuckle. “Hello! Hi! I-uh,” Goddamn he’s attractive. “I’m just here for help. I am in need of food and reprieve, sir.” You clutched your hands to your heart, cleavage corseted against your chest that made your breasts bubble over the arch of the heart shaped hem. You knew how you looked—pathetic, sexy, and in need. You look up at him at a distance that blurs your ability to look him in the eyes. Most men were weak once you looked them in the eyes. Not only would you get what you needed… if he decided you could only take if you gave…you’d consider obliging.

“You could’ve taken the food in the garden…why disrupt me?” He was actually confused. Yeah you could’ve just stolen the food but there was a role to play and now by his presentation being a princess for tonight was acceptable. “I could’ve but I found it lacking etiquette. At the very least a proper request is well within my rights.” You fold your arms now in coquettish annoyance. Poking your lips out a bit in a pout. “I knew someone lived here by the attention and cleanliness of your land. So I just felt…determined I guess.” You throw a glance at the man still perched atop the stairway balcony. He’s unmoving and establishing his disinterest clearly. “Hmmm.” He looks you over well accustomed to a swindler. You were quite obvious as you only had began to even run in desperation towards the castle after scoping out much of the area. You were right, you had been watched. Unbeknownst to you the master of this home watched you wrestle your dress in frustration, curse along about your hatred for being girly, and your promise to yourself to take extra for your trouble. How dare you push out your chest, lift your voice, and plead as if a real maiden. He was amused but more cautious. Had he not known true violating betrayal he’d have likely bantered you into exposing yourself. He likely would’ve accepted your cleavage as repentance for lying. But, he actually was growing irritated with you. Had your stomach not growled this whole time he’d have a harder time even wanting to feed you.

“You may eat and leave. You cannot stay the night.” He was stoic. You had no real emotion or response to play off of so you leaned more into your attempt at flirtation. “Is that right?” You walked farther in now center of the gallery. You were able to see more of his features in the wafting light of the candlebras and chandelier. He was beyond. And you caught the raise of his brow at your staring. “Why might I not rest until morning?” Why not press the issue? While past midnight that meant you absolutely could stay till morning. A couple hours wouldn’t hurt this guy. “I’m truly alone. I would not ask of this with such persistence if I had somewhere else.” You place your open hand on your chest hoping to appeal to him. “One must know shame so please be aware I recognize how lowly it is of me to ask of you anything. I can maneuver the day very well…night…as someone like me…is just simply a danger I avoid at all costs.” This time you ended with the truth. Whether it be vagrants, vampires, night creatures, or the general evil person you knew and seen things that will always send you seeking shelter before the bars even begin to bustle with evening noise.

He felt your sincerity but cared not as you were already deceptive and up to no good. “A young maiden alone…” he was not one to be made a fool. “In the dead of night…” he began to slowly, eerily descend the stairs. Your wolf clawed through screaming you needed to scram. A bone deep desire to flee overcame you as his physique, face, and mood of pure annoyance actually intimidated you. “In a dress of such quality…bejeweled…clean…” Oh no. You realized what was happening. He knows I’m lying. He caught me. “How might I believe you are hungry…only in need of rest…where did you come from?” He is now at the last step before being equal on the floor with you. You babbled nothing as you had to look up to face him. “You must think me stupid. As if a mere commoner woman, thief…” he says with a certain venom. “Would be able to make a fool of Dracula’s son.” He hissed this time disappearing before closing the door harshly behind you. You leapt away from him colliding with the floor. “Dracula??? He’s dead??!” You screamed. “There’s no way your Dracula’s son. I apologize.” You bend your head to the floor on your knees. “I beg of you spare me.” The despair at your possible end turned you into a proper beggar. Rubbing your hands pitifully together. You were strong, you weren’t necessarily fully human but…this was beyond your comprehension.

“Sir I beg of you. I beg of you. Spare me. I am nothing more than a hungry wanderer. I lied. I lied. I’m sorry. Please do not hurt me.” Your mortal pain did touch this dhamphir before you. He would never kill you…why would you need to die when you are hungry? He could only understand you but a bite rose in his mouth. How he had trusted Trevor, Sypha…those other two…he could only resent himself for how easy he was. But tonight you will not disrupt him or his solitude or his impending desire to end his life. Your eyes pooled with tears as you watched his booted, leathered feet planted firmly in front you.

All you needed was food right? A couple hours sleep? Then leave and never return. His mind has been made up. “I do not consume as you mortals do. The garden is actually for the community. I do not horde what people are in dire need of…” he couldn’t help the disgust he felt at your trembling crying frame robbed of all the confidence you just had. How disgusting he was. Scary, unwanted, and forever cursed with his Father’s resentful countenance and his mother’s wondrous love and consideration. How deprived to sink his eye site in the lapse of fabric your dress caused in this pose. From your face to your lower belly visible as your hunched over figure exposed you. Once he was upon you the dress was so ill fitting to your size he almost laughed aloud at you pretending to be of some wealth and awareness.

Honestly tired of your very mortal woman fear he bent to a knee, offering a hand to you saying. “Ma’am? If you could consider my earlier behavior that of a brute…you may eat as you wish and rest until morning.” You began to protest. “No-No that’s absolutely okay. I will leave and it is as if I never bothered you.” You rose without raising your head. “I will leave as fast as I arrived.” But as you looked up directly into his eyes your stomach twisted and your mouth agape. He was immaculate. Gorgeous. Perfect. Son of Dracula? He huffed a chuckle and an incredibly weak smile. He’s trying, you thought. Caught up in the poke out of his fangs, he closes his mouth self consciously offering “Would you like maybe more comfortable clothes? A beautiful dress completely unsuitable for your stature.” He was judging. “Uh-I mean the dress isn’t actually that bad.” You choke out defending your outfit. “No no it’s not the attire at all…” it seems his eyes wandered too low there. “It’s you in it…” Oh okay ouch? “I have had many a traveler seek here for shelter. The kitchen is through the lower foyer on the right. Whatever is there is what you may use. It will have only what anyone has decided not to take. Do not do anything more than that. First and final warning.” He rose from you without another word ascending the stairs soon disappearing into the blackness of the upper hallway. The moment his aura depleted you could breathe again taking a couple of minutes to collect yourself before heading towards the kitchen. You threw a fearful glance up at the staircase walking under it and through to the expansive ground floor. Unable to get the image of the master of this home out of your mind. Scared of him but weirdly yearning deeply to know more.

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[datauthorress]

Madness Combat Reader "R"

The Reader, or known as "R" to their teammates, is non-binary [AFAB] and in their late twenties. Once a regular grunt of Nevada, R and their family were subjected to torture by a group of robbers and murderers. R's family was violently murdered and R, mortally wounded, watched as the robbers lit the house on fire to destroy all evidence. R managed to escape the burning house, bleeding from their eye and their side, as well as limping with a broken leg. They manage to make down the road until the sun rose before collapsing on the road and passing out.

Much to their surprise, a group of superhuman grunts came across them and took them back to their base, where 2BDamned nursed them back to health. They joined the group, becoming a bundle of angry, fiery energy that only has revenge in mind.

R is usually clad in a black turtleneck with dark green cargo pants, boots and sometimes a coat. Their main weapons are a hunting knife [for more personal kills] and a gun, as well as a rifle. R is shorter than the rest of the group, being about 5'3" and of a slim build with a small chest that they can hide easily in a jacket or a baggy shirt.

R can throw one hell of a mean right hook and is usually partnered up with Hank.

[starandcloud]

Neteyam and Y/N

Y/N: Being Non-binary

Neteyam: Hasn't met them yet

Jake: Have you two met?

Neteyam: No?

Y/N: Stops weaving their basket and smiles being their bubbly self Hi! What's your name?

Neteyam: Neteyam, and yours? Already falling for the sunshine

Y/N: Y/N

Neteyam: That's a beautiful name

Y/N: Starts weaving their basket again Thanks! I picked it myself!

Neteyam: Confused

Jake: 100% understanding what they mean

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To Everyone, i made Non-binary Y/N The Cat Character For The Julius The Cartoon Cat au one shots and HeadCanons.

[unhealthycopingmech]

Fateful Encounter

Jake Lockley x Jewish!Reader blurb

a/n: spectorjewishboyswag posted which Jewish holiday would be the moon boys favorite and on Jake’s she wrote that Jake’s favorite is Shabbat. My goblin head took that and wrote this. Moonboys are Jewish and sometimes I just want to talk to them about it,,,

Reader is non-binary and can be read as gender neutral! There is religious talk sorta- beware. Inaccurate use of driving apps.

It was a Saturday and you were late. Oh so very late. It wasn’t the greatest idea to stay out as long as you did. But you had promised you’d go with your friends out into town.

Quickly grabbing your keys you rush out of your apartment, down the stairs and to your 2012 Honda pilot. It was a great car. It’s taken you on many adventures (of getting lost of course). The only problem being that- it. Wouldn’t. Start. “Please work with me here.” You mutter to yourself as the engine stutters for the third time this morning.

It’s not that you were one to give up early but it was a Saturday and on Saturdays you weren’t supposed to worry or stress about anything. At this rate you might as well not even try to make it to the synagogue.

No, no; you have one last resort. A cab. You try your darndest not to spend money on Saturdays but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You switch through apps, as a joke to yourself and the people you’ll tell, you select a car listed as a ‘limo’. The cab driver that is so graciously going to drive you to shul was a man named.. Jake Lockley. Shouldn’t be to bad.

Within five minutes of choosing, a limo did in fact pull up to your apartments. Nervously, you knock on the window. The man rolls it down. “Are you,, Jake Lockley?”

You were quite astonished at the man staring back at you. I mean like, he wasn’t what you imagined a cab driver to look like. He had one of those newsboys caps on, covering most of his forehead. Even from your distance you could tell the dress shirt he wore was tailored to his body. His hands were covered in leather black gloves. “You headin’ to the synagogue up off pelican way?” You forget that sometimes the cabbies are the ones that know people. Or maybe you just forgot you put your destination in the ‘extra info’ box and never removed it. “Y-yes” you lean down to look your cabbie in their eyes. And holy cow were his-

“Then yes, I’m Jake Lockley. Hop in.” Jake took his eyes away from yours, looking toward the road ahead. “Right.” You mutter, moving to the back door and settle in.

You catch his eyes in the rear view mirror and give a quick smile. “It would’ve been funny if you weren’t Jake Lockley and you just said that to get me in the limo.” You chuckle weakly. All he does is look at you with those piercing eyes. “No, it wouldn’t.” That’s the only thing he said to you on until you got to the Shul.

It was so quiet that when he got to the shul entrance you were surprised when he called out “have a good sabbos.” When you made your way out. You were too stunned to reply that Jake drove off.

Next week, less of a joke, you ordered a limo to take you to shul again hoping he would show up. So when the limo turned the corner, your heart skipped a beat. Did you like him…you’re not sure. But it was the way you didn’t feel bad or off while riding the back seat. The sleek black limo pulled up and rolled down the passenger side window. “Jake Lockley?” You ask and the same gruff man in the newsboys cap nodded. You noted the way his hands gripped the steering wheel as you said his name. Without a moments notice you opened the back passenger door and hopped in.

“Nice to see you again, do you have like a routine to drive around this area every morning?” You say half jokingly as you settle in. Jake looks at you with those piercing eyes. After a minute you look away, wishing you didn’t make the whole trip awkward. “Yes.” You feel his eyes leave the mirror. “And- you.” He starts, which peaks your interest. “The synagogue, right?” To this you nod, but then give a quick ‘yes’ realizing he needs a verbal cue. Jake starts the limo but uneasiness is eating at you. Maybe you should have just walked, or taken the bus instead. Why did you-. “I- My car has been the shop this entire week, they called this morning that it should be fixed by tomorrow.” You blurt out and lean forward with a worried expression. You have to remind yourself that you don’t owe an explanation but it feels needed. The car stops at a red light and Jake turns to you; for a moment you think you see concern in his face. The ever present crease in his forehead disappeared ever so slightly but like a lightning strike, it came back. “It’s alright.” He tells you, voice soft, softer than you thought he was capable of. You lean back into your seat and cover your eyes with your arm. You keep quiet the rest of the way watching the road and how calmly Jake goes through the morning traffic. This ride did not go how you planned. But that’s life you suppose.

You pull up to the synagogue, you climb out without saying a word. “Hey” you hear him say. You stop in your tracks and turn back to look at him. “You being a good jew…” Usually when people start off with a sentence like that it spells trouble, but something made you listen to him, like he was speaking from experience. “doesn’t diminish…because of the tools you use. You more than..make up for it.” He took pauses like he was trying to find the right words. You were shocked at his vulnerable statement. Did he notice your apprehension? You wanted to know more about him- needed to. Maybe that’s to much for a passing crush. You smile softly, “Shabbat Shalom, Jake Lockley.” You say his name just as softly as he spoke earlier. He just nods at you then drives off. In between the quiet moments of service, you think of him.

[captivatingckcreations]

— interlocking fingers.

˖°📷 summary ;; their reaction when you wish to hold their hand ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader ˖° cute, fluff, sfw

—. Carmen Diaz

she would notice that you want to hold her hand, she puts her hand gently over yours. she plays with the grooves of your knuckles while smiling at how your fingers react to her much warmer and softer hands.

—. Miguel Diaz

he would ask if you were sure that you want to hold his hand, when accepting your offer he interlocks the fingers. he played around with them; wiggling his fingers in and out of yours (you do the same to him).

—. Robby Keene

the two of you offered to hold the other's hand at the same time, he was really shy about it as you would be the first one he held in a long time. when holding, he only holds them by the finger tips and that's all he would do.

—. Amanda LaRusso

she would hold your hand regardless if you asked or not, she will hold onto it gently. she would play around with the palm and knuckles, smiling gently as she does so. it's also very ticklish when she does (she has very soft hands; she reapplies lotion every hour or so).

—. Anthony LaRusso

he expresses that he's not used to holding hands with another person, hoping that it didn't offend you any. he says it's because of his stupid overwhelming fear of his hands being too sweaty to hold onto for long periods.

—. Daniel LaRusso

he would nudge his hand into yours, or be the first one to offer the hand holding between the two of you, however he would never force you to hold it if you didn't want to. he would rub your fingers and take note of how your hands look in his, making him gleam and smile.

—. Samantha LaRusso

she would do a similar thing to her father, but she does it a little differently as she does it to play with you/your hand. she would shyly push her pinkie to the palm of your hand before asking if it was okay for her to do that, if it was she would interlock her fingers with yours.

—. Johnny Lawrence

he would act like he didn't know how to hand hold correctly so you offered to teach him how to hold your hand, but you realized he was faking at not knowing. feeling betrayed a little you slap his hand away, but he grabbed a hold of it and held it the way you taught him, also he would play with your fingers.

—. Eli Moskowitz

he would fiddle with his fingers, not sure if he wants to hold your hand but there is a look in his eye that gives it away that he does. you gently lean over and hold onto his hand, making him smile and peck a kiss on your cheek. the two of you go back and forth with whose thumb should be the one on top hehe...

—. Tory Nichols

she would know that you are wanting to hold her hand by looking at you; your eyes; your body language, so she would forcibly grab a hold of your hand and put it in hers. she would actually be gentle when holding it, though she would tend to drag you around some. you recall the rough texture of her skin of yours, in contrast you are the one who is soft and she is the one who is brittle and rough.

—. Kenny Payne

he would be the mix of both awkward and shy to even offer his hand over to you. you promised to be real gentle with his hand as the two of you laid the other's fingers on the other, he was really excited to have someone hold his hand. you pretend to not notice the excitement to not embarrass him later.

—. Shawn Payne

similar to both Eli and Tory, he would forcibly grab a hold of your hand and drag you around though he would be very gentle. he does play around your thumb almost thumb wrestling with it for his time on top of your hand, and he would hold your hand so tight that it popped your knuckles. the sound of your knuckles were quiet but he did feel them underneath his palm, making him turn and ask you if you were alright.

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[parasiterileymoon]

Fellas?

[0o-junebug-o0]

First Meeting

summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.

genre: fluff

cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t. 

You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!

You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!

You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have. 

You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you. 

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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.

The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion. 

“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine. 

Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”

Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain. 

Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly. 

Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.

“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”

“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside. 

Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach. 

“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out. 

You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”

Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code. 

“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.

“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”

“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.

“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.

“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.

You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped. 

You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly. 

You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!” 

Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Of course I am!”

“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”

“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.

“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask. 

Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.

Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”

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Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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