#pheonix x reader

[nickeverdeen]

Calling Top Gun Maverick characters “wife/husband” instead of “girlfriend/boyfriend” while being on the phone with someone

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Maverick would give you a subtle, knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement

He’d raise an eyebrow slightly, intrigued by your choice of words

Once you’re off the phone, Maverick might tease you lightly, “Husband, huh? You sure you’re ready for that?”

He’d give you a gentle nudge or a squeeze of the hand, clearly pleased

You’d catch him smiling warmly, clearly touched by the unexpected title

Maverick wouldn’t say much but would give you a look that says he’s very okay with it

He might add it to your banter, occasionally calling you his “husband” or “wife” in return

Penny Benjamin

Penny would immediately flash you a cheeky grin, loving the new title

She’d give you a playful wink, clearly enjoying the unexpected upgrade

Once you’re off the phone, Penny might tease you with, “I like the sound of that”

She’d laugh softly to herself, obviously delighted by your words

Penny would reach out to touch your arm or hand, appreciating the sentiment

She’d respond with a playful flirt, something like, “Does that mean we’re planning a wedding now?”

Penny would likely pull you in for a quick kiss, happy and amused by the title

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Hangman would immediately react with a wide, cocky grin, loving every second of it

He’d throw a quick, witty retort your way, “I knew I was husband material.”

Hangman would puff up his chest a little, clearly proud of the title

Once you’re off the phone, he’d tease you relentlessly, “So when’s the ceremony?”

He’d respond with a flirtatious comment, something like, “I’ll give you a great husband.”

Hangman would give you a charming wink, fully embracing the term

He might make a sly comment about you having good taste in husbands

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Rooster would get a bit flustered, not quite sure how to react at first

He’d break into a surprised but happy smile, loving the unexpected term

Rooster would chuckle nervously to himself, a little embarrassed but clearly pleased

He might blush slightly, especially if you’re in front of others, but he’d still love it

Once you’re off the phone, he might say softly, “Husband, huh? I like that.”

Rooster might gently tease you about it later, “So, how long have we been married now?”

He’d give you a long, affectionate look, clearly touched by the sentiment

Natasha “Pheonix” Trace

Phoenix would immediately laugh, clearly amused and delighted by your words

She might give you a light, playful punch on the arm, “Wife? I like the sound of that.”

Phoenix might feign surprise, “Wow, didn’t know we were that official.”

She’d grin at you teasingly, loving the playful nature of the title

Once you’re off the phone, she’d quickly retort with, “Guess that makes you my wife/husband, huh?”

Phoenix would likely continue the banter, throwing in some flirtatious remarks

She’d clearly be happy with the title, maybe bringing it up later with a smile

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Bob would be stunned into silence for a moment, not quite sure how to react

His face would turn bright red, clearly flustered but pleased by the title

Bob would give you a shy, sweet smile, loving the idea but too shy to say much

He’d let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool but clearly a bit overwhelmed

Once you’re off the phone, Bob might say timidly, “Husband? I, um, didn’t know we were there yet.”

He’d give you a grateful, affectionate look, touched by the unexpected upgrade

Bob might make a soft comment about how much he likes the sound of it

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Fanboy would instantly get excited, his eyes lighting up at the word “husband.”

He’d immediately start playfully joking, “So when are we booking the honeymoon?”

Fanboy would break into a big grin, clearly loving the idea

Once you’re off the phone, he’d be full of energy, “Husband! I knew it! We’re that good!”

He might go over-the-top with his reaction, acting like you’ve just proposed

Fanboy would be laughing joyfully, clearly thrilled with the new title

He’d constantly tease you about it afterward, bringing it up at every opportunity

[motimatcha]

Characters: Gekko, Phoenix, Yoru, Chamber

Gener: fluff

On a cold winter night, when the temperature outside drops to minus thirty-five degrees and a cold wind blows through the windows...

Gekko will offer to seal the cracks with tape. This hardly saves you, despite the fact that you used two rolls of tape.

Phoenix will turn on the heater to warm up the entire apartment, but this action, like trying to warm up the entire street, will have no effect.

Yoru, who is equally comfortable in the heat and in the cold to wear light clothes, will not offer anything better and more reasonable than to call the repair service and go to his home.

Chamber has never encountered this problem because he is rich and can afford to install insulation on his windows.

[potential-fool]

I am a simp for Phoenix how about the reader just cuddling him while he was like mid conversation and they fall asleep on him

Warm Voice | Phoenix x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, calling Phoenix by his name

WE ARE BACK IN BUISNESS MY FRIENDS - thought I'd start with something fluffy as a treat for y'all <3

holy boy where do I start (the fic is below if you dgaf about my life update lol) Pretty much I completely and I mean completely forgot about tumblr,, life happened and 2025 has already been uh... something! But i'm back now and I hope you all enjoy!! (PS,, I take Arcane requests too ~xoxo Micha)

You had always been a touchy person, in the sense that, well, your love language has always been physical touch. Maybe that's why you and Phoenix had always got along so well, it was always something, if you weren't within arms reach of each other it was only a matter of time until you two were practically trying to mold into each others bodies. It was really quite something, whenever you two sat down it's like your bodies were made for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

It was a lazy Saturday morning at HQ and you and Phoenix had found each others embrace. Phoenix of course was spread across the length of the couch and well he was practically begging for some company. "Sit with me babyyyy" He'd said, it had sounded almost like a whine, it made you giggle and how could you say no?

So here you are now, your head lying on his chest, the gentle rhythms of his heart rate being oh so calming. You had never known such peace before, all your troubles melted by Jamie and his unwavering and unconditional love for you.

"...--That mission was bonkers remember?! It's always soooo cold in the Icebox, I couldn't believe it when--...." You caught bits and pieces of the conversation but really you didn't know what Jamie could be talking about. Something about an Icebox mission the two of you had ran together with Yoru. It was a fond memory, even if it ended with a run in with your counterparts. This however, was the furthest thing from your mind.

Jamie was absolutely engrossed in his own story telling, petting your hair and keeping a warm hand on your waist to hold you close. He just barley noticed when you stopped responding with small reactions like "mhhm" or "that's nice" He smiles fondly down at your sleeping figure, bringing you closer to him as he continued to quietly play with your hair.

Words would never be enough for Jamie, they would always fail him when it comes to you, your laughter, the sound of your voice, that mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you came up with a silly prank. Jamie loved every bit of you, and seeing you here, trusting that he would hold you close. Well, there's not a fire in the world that could melt his heart the way you do.

[sh4nksslvt]

Stuck on You

Some prankster superglues Marco’s hand to yours. You both pretend to hate it… but secretly enjoy staying glued together.

Marco x gn! reader | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirting, chaos, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

masterlist | ko-fi

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It all started with a prank.

A very bad prank.

One minute you were standing on deck, minding your own business, chatting with Marco about nothing in particular — and the next minute, someone (you had your suspicions) superglued your hand to his.

Literally.

Palm-to-palm.

Fingers intertwined.

"You have got to be kidding me-yoi," Marco muttered, staring down at your very stuck hands with the emotional range of a man who had survived actual wars but could not survive this level of annoyance.

You tugged.

Marco tugged.

Your hands stayed locked together like some sort of romantic death grip.

"…Well," you said, very eloquently.

"Well," Marco echoed, voice utterly dry.

From somewhere behind a barrel, muffled snickering erupted. You both turned in time to see a few crewmates (Ace, you would bet your next paycheck) sprinting away at full speed, laughing their asses off.

Marco sighed heavily. "Should've seen that coming, yoi."

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. "You think they superglued us together… on purpose?"

Marco gave you a long look, deadpan as hell. "…No-yoi. It was a coincidence that someone left industrial-strength glue exactly where we were standing."

You snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. "Fair enough, Mr. Smartass."

He smirked, tugging lightly at your conjoined hands again. No dice. You were fused like some godawful romantic statue.

"Guess we’re stuck-yoi."

You both stared at your hands, at each other, at your hands again.

Slowly, you realized the entire deck was staring.

Crewmates leaned against rails, poked their heads out of doors, peered from crow’s nests. Watching. Waiting.

You could almost hear the bets forming.

You hissed under your breath, "Don't make a scene. Act natural."

Marco smiled, the slow lazy kind that made your heart do stupid cartwheels.

"You think we’re good at ‘natural' -yoi?"

You elbowed him (gently, because, you know, superglue). "Walk. Casual. Now."

He obligingly started walking, swinging your joined hands obnoxiously like you were newlyweds on a stroll. You tripped trying to keep up with his stupid long strides, and Marco had the audacity to chuckle under his breath.

"Oh, you're enjoying this," you accused, half-laughing, half-glaring.

Marco tilted his head innocently. "Why wouldn’t I enjoy being glued to such charming company-yoi?"

You blinked.

Heat flared up your neck.

Was that… flirting?! From Marco?!

You decided to play it cool. "Obviously, I'm the lucky one. Being stuck with the infamous cool guy of the crew."

He arched an eyebrow. "Cool guy?"

You nodded sagely. "Yeah. All mysterious and strong and… broody. You know. Classic heartthrob material."

Marco actually laughed, full-throated and amused.

"You've been spending too much time with Ace, yoi," he said, but his thumb was rubbing slow circles into your knuckles — absent-minded, soft — and he made no move to pull away.

You pretended not to notice.

The ship doctor declared the situation "temporarily incurable" unless you wanted to rip off some skin.

You did not want that.

So you and Marco were officially handcuffed together for the next few hours, possibly longer.

The announcement spread through the ship like wildfire. Everywhere you went, people tried to hide their snickering — and failed spectacularly.

At lunch, you had to sit next to Marco. (Technically, on Marco, because the bench was too narrow and you kept bumping into him.)

Passing plates was a disaster.

You dropped a spoon into Marco’s lap at one point, and he just gave you a look so dry it could set fires.

You grinned sweetly. "Oops."

"You’re doing this on purpose."

"Maybe," you sang, swinging your legs.

Marco grunted — but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

After lunch, things got worse.

You tried to help Marco with paperwork.

Emphasis on tried.

"Hold still, yoi," he muttered, trying to shuffle through documents with one hand while your hand clumsily trailed after his.

"This is your fault," you whispered dramatically.

"You touched me first."

"You glued yourself to me!"

"You leaned into the glue puddle-yoi."

"You—!" you sputtered.

The tension snapped — you both cracked up, laughing so hard the pen rolled off the desk.

Sometime around sunset, you found yourself sitting on the figurehead of the ship, watching the ocean shimmer gold. Marco sat next to you, your hands still hopelessly, ridiculously intertwined.

The atmosphere shifted — soft, quieter.

A breeze tugged at your hair.

Marco turned his head lazily, regarding you out of the corner of his eye.

"You know," he said casually, "if you wanted to hold my hand… you could’ve just asked-yoi"

You almost fell off the ship.

"I did not plan this!" you yelped, cheeks burning hotter than a volcano.

Marco chuckled — that low, warm sound you could feel in your ribs.

"I know," he said, a little softer. "But still."

You glanced down at your hands — how perfectly they fit together, the way his thumb lazily traced circles over your skin without even thinking.

"…It’s not so bad," you admitted, voice small.

Marco smiled.

Not the lazy, cocky smirk he gave everyone else — a real, soft smile that made your heart flutter traitorously.

"Nah-yoi," he agreed, squeezing your hand. "Not bad at all."

When the glue finally wore off (courtesy of some miracle solvent the ship doctor whipped up late at night), you both sat there for a second.

Free.

Hands separated.

No excuse anymore.

Marco looked at you.

You looked at Marco.

Long pause.

"…We’re allowed to hold hands without glue, you know," you blurted, immediately wanting to jump overboard from sheer embarrassment.

Marco laughed — really laughed — and before you could hide your face, he caught your hand again, lacing your fingers together easy as breathing.

"No more excuses-yoi," he said, lips brushing your temple in a featherlight kiss.

You clung tighter.

Maybe being stuck together wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[garrothswiferealnotfake]

ok. um. fanart prompt idea thing. draw garroth in a baseball uniform and I’ll give you a big fat smooch!!!!! WHY CANT I FIND ANY FANART OF IT HES LITERALLY A BASEBALL CAPTAIN 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[hjpsdiary]

written in red (ootp) - harry james potter x fem!reader

you and harry had only been dating for a few weeks, and everything still felt new and unsteady. being friends first made it easier in some ways, but the shift into something more left room for awkward moments neither of you quite knew how to handle.

like this one.

harry had come into the gryffindor common room late, his footsteps quiet but deliberate. he stopped short when he saw you sitting at one of the tables, your head bent over your work, your free hand tucked under the table.

“hey,” he said softly, stepping closer.

you glanced up, startled, before quickly moving your hand to your lap. “harry. what are you doing up?”

“couldn’t sleep,” he said, slipping into the chair across from you. “what about you?”

“just… catching up on work,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

harry’s brows furrowed as he leaned forward. “you okay? you look—” he hesitated, his gaze flicking to your hand. “—tense.”

“i’m fine,” you said quickly, but your eyes darted away from his, and you tucked your hand further into your lap.

harry’s frown deepened. “y/n… what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you said, your voice rising slightly in defensiveness.

he tilted his head, his green eyes soft but insistent. “can i see your hand?”

your stomach twisted as you shook your head. “it’s nothing, harry.”

he reached out, his fingers brushing yours lightly. “please?”

his voice was so gentle, so full of worry, that you hesitated before slowly placing your hand on the table.

his eyes immediately landed on the angry red words carved into your skin: i must not be late. his face darkened.

“she made you use that quill,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with anger.

“it’s not a big deal,” you said, trying to pull your hand back, but he held on gently, his thumb brushing over the scar.

“not a big deal?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly. “y/n, she made you carve this into your hand. how is that not a big deal?”

“she does it to everyone,” you said, avoiding his gaze. “it’s just how she is.”

harry shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “that doesn’t make it okay.”

“harry, it’s fine,” you said, glancing up at him. “really. it doesn’t even hurt that much.”

he didn’t say anything for a moment, his thumb tracing over the words like he was trying to erase them.

“you shouldn’t have to deal with this,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. “you shouldn’t have to hide it.”

your cheeks warmed at the intensity of his gaze. “i didn’t want to make it a big thing,” you admitted.

“it is a big thing,” he said firmly. “you can tell me these things, y/n. that’s… part of this, isn’t it?”

you blinked, surprised by his words. “yeah,” you said softly. “it is.”

he nodded, his expression softening as he squeezed your hand gently. “next time, just tell me. okay?”

“okay,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

he didn’t let go of your hand, and neither of you moved for a moment, the silence stretching out between you. it wasn’t awkward, though—it was warm, comforting.

“does it still hurt?” he asked after a while, his voice quiet.

“a little,” you admitted, glancing at your hand.

he frowned, his thumb brushing over the scar again. “i wish i could do something about it.”

“you are,” you said, your smile growing. “just… being here helps.”

his cheeks turned a bit pink, but he smiled back. “good.”

and as he continued to hold your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring, you realized that maybe this whole “dating harry potter” thing wouldn’t be so awkward after all.

[nickeverdeen]

By Candlelight | Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x fem!reader

Pairings: Natasha x fem!reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Being together for a eight years already Natasha had a prepared suprise for you, but when you get home after helping Penny out it all goes into bushes

Ps: Don’t blame me, during that one part I’d probably tear up so I made you tear up with me

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Eight years of being together with Natasha Trace, and today marked the special anniversary of when it all began. You couldn’t help but notice that Natasha had been acting strange all day—nervous, fidgety, and constantly talking to herself in front of mirrors. She’d also been keeping something hidden in her pocket, and every time you asked her what was up, she’d smile nervously and assure you that everything was fine.

You knew something was going on, but you didn’t want to push her. You trusted Natasha, and you figured she’d let you in on whatever it was when she was ready.

In the afternoon, Penny had called, asking if you could help her out with something, so you were out for a few hours. Before leaving, you leaned in to kiss Natasha goodbye. She responded to the kiss, but you could still see the nervousness in her eyes. You gave her a reassuring smile before heading out.

It was around 7 p.m. when you returned home, calling out for Natasha. But there was no answer.

Frowning, you began searching through the house, eventually hearing footsteps coming from the kitchen. You moved toward the kitchen, but just as you reached the doorway, the lights suddenly went off.

You gasped, your heart pounding at the unexpected darkness. Before you could even react, Natasha was at your side, her arms wrapping around you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “The electricity’s out. I’m here.”

You let out a relieved breath, your hand resting against her arm. “You scared me for a second,” you admitted, your voice a little shaky.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Together, the two of you lit candles around the living room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. Once the candles were set, Natasha set up her laptop, and you both settled down to watch a movie. You snuggled up next to her, feeling the tension slowly leave your body as you relaxed into her side.

But after a while, Natasha paused the movie, letting out a nervous sigh. She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and anxiety.

“Okay, so… this is a bit awkward,” she began, rubbing the back of her neck. “This wasn’t really how I planned for tonight to go. I didn’t want the electricity to go out, and I had a surprise for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “A surprise?”

Natasha nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. And… I think I’ll just do it anyway. Even with the candles.”

Before you could ask what she meant, Natasha got up from the couch. Your heart skipped a beat as she knelt down in front of you on one knee, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small velvet box. Your eyes widened, and your breath caught in your throat as she opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

“Will you marry me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

You were in shock, your eyes wide as you stared at her. For a moment, you couldn’t say anything, and you saw Natasha’s expression shift—her eyes filled with uncertainty, her lips parting as if she was about to speak again, looking like a sad puppy.

But then you snapped out of it, one or two tears welling in your eyes as you finally found your voice. “Yes” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “Yes, of course, I will”

Relief flooded Natasha’s face, and she quickly stood up, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around her, your heart swelling with love and joy as you felt her smile against your lips. When she pulled back, she took your hand, gently sliding the ring onto your finger.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, tear spilling down your cheeks.

Natasha smiled, her eyes soft as she wiped your tear away. “You’re perfect,” she said, her voice filled with love.

You both sat back down, the movie completely forgotten as you talked and laughed together, the excitement of your engagement filling the room. Eventually, you lay down against Natasha, resting your head on her chest. The exhaustion of the day caught up to you, and soon enough, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, the comforting sound of Natasha’s heartbeat lulling you.

Natasha watched as you fell asleep, her heart full. She reached over for her phone, careful not to disturb you. She took a picture of your hand, the ring on your finger glinting in the candlelight, and sent it to the Top Gun group chat with a simple caption: "She said yes."

A proud smile spread across her face as the responses started rolling in, congratulatory messages from her friends. She looked down at you, her heart swelling with love and happiness. You were hers, and now, you were going to be hers forever.

She put her phone down, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion.

You shifted slightly in your sleep, a soft smile on your lips. Natasha held you close, her eyes closing as she allowed herself to relax, the joy of the moment settling over her as she drifted off, a smile still on her face.

[motimatcha]

"will you kiss me?"

characters: gekko, yoru, phoenix. genre: fluff, maybe a little more than fluff in... everyone's part? The text was compiled with the help of a translator. There may be mistakes

Gekko smiles shyly and nervously scratches his cheek with his index finger. His embarrassment won't last long until he picks you up in his arms and carries you to his room. He lowers you onto the soft sheets slowly and carefully, the way a treasure should be treated. Gekko holds you with one hand between your shoulder blades, helping you lie completely down on his bed. Both of his legs are pressed into the mattress on either side of your hips, and one of his hands insistently seeks your hand to press his fingers together. Gekko looms over you and looks at you with his loving, devoted eyes and can't help but smile when he finds the same answer to his feelings in your eyes. He places his other hand on your cheek and you run one hand down his body, along his waist, along his emerging abs and eventually placing your hand on top of his. Gekko leans lower, kissing your lips chastely at first, but then corrects himself, kissing you hotly and passionately.

Yoru presses your entire body against the wall, leaving very little space between your head and his, let alone his lips. Yoru grins when he notices the anticipation in your eyes and the cheeky smile you use to provoke him into action. With one hand, Yoru rests on the wall behind you, next to your head; his fingers curl slightly, nails scratching the concrete surface of the wall. Yoru’s other hand touches your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. You let him lead the situation and the process because you know how dominance turns him on. Yoru pulls your head closer to his lips, giving in until your lips meet in a kiss. Yoru can't resist, he braces himself with both hands on the wall behind you while your hands slide down his neck and back.

Phoenix smiles. His warm, even hot hands touch your waist, and then with a sharp movement he pulls you closer to his equally warm body. Being so close to him, practically burying your nose in his neck, you can smell the ash coming from him; the pine forest-scented cologne he uses to mask his scent, and the coffee he drank this morning, the taste of which still lingers on his lips. You smile into his neck and wrap your arms around his waist, allowing yourself to crawl under his shirt. The back muscles are tense. Phoenix scoops you up into his arms, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Phoenix kisses passionately, igniting your inner fire.

I wanted to make a picture for each agent mentioned in the text, but I only managed to make a beautiful one with Yoru.

[diejager]

could you maybe do more of the Phoenix series or is that discontinued? But if you're still working on it can you maybe do something like monster TF 141 use hunter as a heater? Ik if it doesn't make any sense but like monster TF 141 are on a mission and its horribly cold and they're actually cold so hunter just walks up and turns into a phoenix? and just starts heating up the room 141 is in. idk I just have had this idea in my head for a while

Cw: human heating, tell me if I missed any. Note: Nope! It’s still on going, well, at least the original Au of the Phoenix hybrid!reader spinoff.

“I’ll have a bloody word with the tosser who sent us here,” Soap hissed, body wracked with tremors as he breathed into his mittened hands, hoping that the small bit of heat would warm him just a bit more than the failing heating system of their Siberian  safehouse.

They had planed to rest and warm up their temporary residence while Price took Ghost and you to survey the area, all warmly covered but mostly immune to such cold temperature. A dragon rarely needed anything other than the beating fire in their heart, kindled and powerful; a wraith, long since dead, had no worry about feeling cold or warm, only hunger and anger; and a phoenix, whose body was stuck in a perpetual cycle of life and death, had no fear of being cold when they were an embodiment of life’s fire. 

It was only natural that Price took the only people who could withstand the harshness of Siberia for a long and careful inspection when the others would freeze and shake in their thick boots and warm coats. They safehouse looked old, surfaces covered in a thin layer of dust, shelves filled with canned food - both expired and unexpired- and walls and floors as frozen as the loud winds blowing against the thick windows. It wasn’t much of a surprise that something would malfunction, the soviet era building left to appear rotten and forgotten to fit it’s intended use, and it seemed to lack any sort of upkeep. 

“We’re freezing our arses off in here!” Soap growled out, leaning closer to Gaz’s side to steal more warmth from under his wing, the soft feathers all ruffled, “Can’t even-”

Crunch

The two perked up, hands immediately reaching for their weapons, bodies tense and ready for a fire fight until your head popped in, huffing about the melted snow soaking your clothes. They jumped to their feet, running to your side for a lick of warmth that oozed off your skin. You froze at the grabbing hands, pulling you to the cold sofa and pushed under a mass of groaning and moaning bodies, happily soaking in your fire.

“Let me- ” you squirmed between them, shuffling out from under them to stretch your arms and back.

The four watched your neck crack with a wince, flames erupting from your feet, wild and bright embers licking at your skin until it engulfed you in a fiery blaze. It was both too hot to touch and too strong to approach, a fire that would threaten to burn if they touched you. It worked to protect you from an early death while you shifted into the majestic bird you were, a gentle flame in the form of orange and yellow feathers, softer than any silk and warmer than any suns. 

In your place stood a phoenix, lashes fluttering while your flapped your wings, stretched backwards to scratch the itch from the lack of use. You cooed, preening under their awed expressions before you flew back in your prior position, body heat growing hotter and hotter, strong enough to warm up the entire room. 

“Thank you, Hunter,” Gaz smiled at you, a sweet and grateful grin that made your feathers shyly ruffle up.

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[my-writing-street]

hey queen what if you made ein and reader into the trope of "oo you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" reader x "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!" (does in fact want them) ein

HAHSHDHD OK LOL

this is being set in highschool btw

anyone else reading this I haven't watched mystreet in years pls forgive any OOC actions

Ein knew you were bad news. Disregarding the fact that you're in the Shadow Knights, something about you just.. makes him feel wrong. His body sounded the alarms whenever you were around, and even the sight of you would make his face red with embarrassment rage.

He already knew his day was going to be awful when the two of you crossed paths this morning. Your infuriatingly alluring eyes creased with a smirk as you rounded the corner to him. His back stiffened.

"What's wrong, doggy?" with your hands behind your back, you started to circle him. Each tap of your foot meeting the ground made his ears twitch against his own will, which you unfortunately caught.

"Twitchy twitchy.." you hummed, voice low and taunting. His heart beats faster every time you open your mouth and his face twists into a scowl before you can continue.

"Can't you tell when you're unwanted." He snarls, hunched over defensively. "Or are you just that dense?!"

"Woah oh, and the teeth come out! Did you miss your morning walk, Blue?" Seemingly unfazed by his posturing you continue to rile him up. Even going so far as to laugh at him! Sometimes , Ein wonders if he's even intimidating you at all. Maybe you're just stupid or something...

...

You know what, he's better than this. Ein doesn't have to stand there and listen to you belittle him. He can leave! He can totally leave! In fact, that's exactly what he's going to do!

A puff of air escapes his lips as he purposely relaxes his body. A flint of confusion passes over on your face at his new stance but it's quickly patched over with more haughtiness and just a pinch of interest.

"It's.." He bites his lower lip, giving up on his sentence before he readjust his bag straps and turns to leave. "Whatever."

A scoff sounds out behind him, and as he turns the corner he can just make out your annoyed mumbles.

"...Typical dog. Tch, running away with your tail between your legs.."

Ein's bag was on the floor. Biology homework was still floating in the air by the time he slammed your back against the wall.

Hot breath fanned across your nose and sharp claws came dangerously close to piercing your shoulders. Leaning above you was Ein, ears at attention and glowering.

"By Irene..! You just CAN'T keep your mouth shut!" Shaking with rage, you could practically see the steam puffing from his ears. But even as with his teeth bared and little pinpricks of blood welling up from your shoulders, all you did was grin a wickedly satisfied smile.

"Because you love to hear me talk, Blue." You laughed like you found this whole thing so pathetically intriguing. And he slammed your back into the locker doors once more.

"I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS."

Across the hallway, near the doors, three other werewolves stood watching. Dottie, Rylan, and Daniel looked at each other, then at you and Ein, then once more at each other.

Finally, after they had migrated a bit farther from the scene, Daniel spoke up.

"Should we, y'know.. Do something..?" He whispered as to not pique your attention. Dottie slung her head in his direction, in disbelief that he would even suggest a thing like that.

"And get between those two!?" Her yell was not so dramatic that it would alert anyone but their little trio, but was still dramatic enough to get her point across. "Are you crazy!?"

"But, Ein is.. taking it kinda far.. And [Name] is-"

Rylan cut in. "Don't worry about it." He placated, patting Daniel's shoulder. "It's best to just report it and not get involved." Rylan made a gesture like he would start walking away before he paused.

"Besides." He waved for the both of them to join as he actually started walking. "Ein's tail is wagging."

"What??"

"No way!"

Thankfully, the wolf trio had made it out of sight and out of hearing range or else Daniel and Dottie's exclamations would have certainly alerted the both of you.

Still, Dottie couldn't believe it! Lagging behind, she backed up a few steps and quickly turned her head to look at you and Ein once more. I mean, there's no way his is actually wagging-

Ah.

It was.

[muhlcentral]

my huskies 🥹🥹

[sh4nksslvt]

The Sauna Bet

Marco dares you to last longer in the sauna without losing your towel… but it’s not just the heat getting to you.

marco the phoenix x fem! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, NSFW, tension, sauna sex, established relationship, bet a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward | ++ this is my frst time writing nsfw so bear w me lolol word count: 1.2k

masterlist | ko-fi

The sauna on the Moby Dick wasn’t exactly private, but when you were the lover of Marco the Phoenix, you tended to get privileges.

Especially when he was the one dragging you in there with a mischievous grin and a glint in his ocean-blue eyes.

“I bet you can’t last ten minutes without ditchin’ your towel-yoi,” he teased, his voice low and playful as you both stepped inside, steam curling around his bare chest.

You smirked, clutching your towel tighter around yourself. “I could say the same to you, bird boy.”

Marco laughed, settling on the wooden bench across from you, arms resting lazily over the backrest, towel slung dangerously low on his hips. The glisten of sweat already starting to coat his tanned skin was borderline obscene.

The heat was intense — dense and humid — but it was nothing compared to the way he was looking at you. Like a meal. Like you were the only thing on the menu.

And you weren’t exactly doing a good job hiding your stare either.

The rise and fall of his chest. The subtle flex in his thighs when he adjusted his position. The faint trail of golden-blond hair leading down below the towel that was starting to look very optional.

“How long we been in here?” you asked, feigning boredom even as you shifted in your seat, sweat sliding down your inner thighs.

“Five minutes,” Marco replied, gaze flicking downward. “You already sweatin’ like crazy. You sure you ain’t about to tap out-yoi?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and adjusted your towel more snugly — which only succeeded in giving him a better peek at your cleavage. His eyes darkened, and his grin sharpened.

You narrowed your gaze. “You’re trying to make me drop it.”

“I don’t need to try-yoi,” he said lazily. “You look like you’re two drips of sweat away from giving up.”

“Oh, really?” you challenged, standing up slowly, confidently — even though your legs felt a little weak from the heat and his attention. “Maybe I’ll just walk around and let you suffer.”

You gave him a show, pacing across the small sauna space in slow, deliberate steps. Every swing of your hips, every tug of your towel to ‘adjust’ it, made his jaw tense more.

“Careful,” he warned, eyes fixed like a predator. “You strut like that much longer and I’ll forget we’re playin’ a game.”

You turned toward him, head tilted. “What if that’s the point?”

The look Marco gave you then was pure fire. He stood in one smooth motion, shedding his towel and tossing it aside like it was a minor inconvenience. His cock was already half-hard — thick, flushed, and unmistakably hungry.

You swallowed.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and you dropped your towel without a word.

It hit the floor with a quiet thud.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Marco crossed the distance in two strides, grabbing your face in both hands and kissing you hard, breathlessly, like he’d been waiting for permission. His lips were hot, slick with sweat and lust, and the taste of him was already making your head spin.

He pressed you back against the sauna wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding down to your hip, then around to grip your ass and pull you flush against him.

His cock twitched between you, hard and leaking, nudging against your stomach.

You gasped into his mouth when his thigh slipped between yours, and you rocked against it instinctively.

“Fuck,” Marco muttered, breaking the kiss to nip at your jaw, your ear. “You’re already so wet. Sauna got you like this, or was it me-yoi?”

“You,” you whispered, grinding against his thigh. “Always you.”

“Good.”

He kissed you again, then dropped to his knees without warning.

You grabbed for his shoulders in shock, but he was already dragging one of your legs over his shoulder, lifting it so he could bury his face between your thighs.

You cried out, back arching against the heat of the wall.

His tongue licked a slow stripe up your slit before circling your clit with lazy, practiced swirls. He groaned as if tasting something divine, hands gripping your ass as he devoured you like it was the only thing that mattered.

You moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his damp hair. “M-marco—shit—”

He chuckled into your cunt. “Loud in here, huh? Anyone walkin’ by’s gonna know exactly what I’m doin’ to you.”

You whined, bucking your hips forward, and he rewarded you with faster strokes, sucking gently before sliding his tongue lower — dipping inside you until your legs shook.

“Nghh~ I—I’m close—” you warned, breath hitching.

But he pulled away, rising to his feet and catching your mouth again, lips wet with your taste.

“Want you to cum on my cock instead.”

With a groan, he lifted you easily, pressing your back against the warm wooden wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He aligned himself with one hand and thrust into you slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside.

You both gasped.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he muttered into your neck, hips rolling in slow, grinding motions that made your walls flutter.

Your nails scraped down his back as he started to move — deep, steady thrusts that made your breath hitch with every slam of his hips. The sauna air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of skin slapping and your shared moans bouncing off the wood.

You clenched around him, and Marco growled, slamming deeper.

“You tryin’ to break me, babe?” he panted, one hand gripping your thigh tighter. “You keep squeezin’ me like that, I’m not gonna last-yoi.”

“T-then fuck me harder,” you begged, eyes locked on his.

That did it.

Marco slammed into you with relentless force, cock dragging against all the right spots, the angle just enough to make stars burst behind your eyes.

You screamed his name as your orgasm hit, body trembling, nails digging into his shoulders.

He fucked you through it, pace erratic now, losing control.

“Where do you want it?” he rasped.

“Inside hmgh~,” you gasped. “Please—fill me up.”

His rhythm faltered, and with a strangled groan, he buried himself deep and came hard, cock pulsing inside you as he gripped your body like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

Later…

You slumped in his lap, still joined, both of you panting and sticky with sweat and cum.

“…I think we broke the sauna,” you murmured, eyes barely open.

“Worth it-yoi” Marco mumbled into your shoulder.

“I won the bet,” you added smugly.

He huffed a laugh. “Nah. I won.”

“How?”

He looked up, grinning like the devil. “I got you to drop the towel.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me for it,” he said, pecking your lips.

“Unfortunately.”

“Come on.” He stood, carrying you with ease. “Let’s go shower before someone walks in and finds out why the whole room smells like sex-yoi”

“You started it,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his neck.

Marco’s chuckle was the last sound echoing off the sauna walls.

[shycrowns]

Captured the firey wings of a Pheonix

[Sg Optimus x Pheonix gn!reader]

Tfone + repunzel inspired kinda

_

Backstory : your a pheonix bot, its like a flyer/seeker or like sentinel but your more flamey. You were a lone bot never bothering to get company it was fine since everyone doesn't like a bot whose has been broken, your wings ache and hurts everytime you move or try to use them when you were a sparkling your Sire would hurt you even your Carrier got hurt you didn't want the pain to continue so you ran away and stay alone at a old tower it has everything you need it just that you need to find energon yourself, and everyday stayed the same, alone and no one to bother you until a mech has found himself at your tower.

_

- You were in your tower reading the same archives in the section of your little tower, lonely yes but it was nice at least you have a place to stay in and recharge without being hurt and belittle by anyone, you didn't know what was happening outside since you rarely leave cause whats the point you only leave when you need to find energon it was hard but you can't complaine now but now energon begins to be easier now you don't know why but you didn't care now.

As you continue to read again you heard footsteps you begin to worry that your Sire has finally found you and drag you back where you never want to be in again but that can't be right your sure that your Sire doesn't want you, unless this is another bot you hesitated though, you never talk or saw another bot in eons or cycles you wanted to see the bot and great them but your still scared that the bot would be like your Sire but more worse, who knows what if they'll pretend to be your friend and hurt you or they'll hurt you right away because your not perfect at all. You panic to what to do without knowing that the bot can literaly see you but only the tip of your helm your hiding the bot scoff before opening his vocalizer "I can see you, you know?..." the bot or know identify as a mech said your wings flare up "..ouch" you murmur before peaking out, you place your servos on the windows to look at the mech "w-who are you?..." your optics are on the mech your wings parch down it still fragging hurts.

The mech seems to notice your broken wings oh no. He going to know how disgusting you are.

Orion Pov:

I look at the wing bot, they look pethatic yet they're cute. "Desingnation Orion pax, you are?..." the bot looks suprise and confused. "Sparky..." the wing bot said, the name fits yet its odd what a bird.

"Alright then birdy... i'm gonna to need you to come with me..." the wing bot hesitated before obeying, the wing bot slowly emerge out of the tower i look at the wing bot up and down observing their frame they're timid . I walk towards them "you look pethatic you know that..." the wing bot frame shown a little of dread "...i know" their responded so quietly i scoff "why are up there anyways, there's nothing here" i ask them "...its the only place i can be in" the bot wings lower down even more before i can talk back d 16 came searching for me

"hey Pax!, who are you talking to?.." d 16 pause for a bit "your making friends now? I'm D 16 you?" Dee introduce himself to the wing bot "their called sparky." "Thats a odd one??" "I know, i found this birdy in that tower over there" the bird wings flare up seems like their offended, thats funny. "huh.. um do you want to come with us Sparky?" Dee ask the pheonix bot they nodded "great, come one lets go Pax! Elita and Bee is waiting for us" dee grab the bird servos and his dragging him along "hey! Dee i can walk on my own.!" D 16 just ignore him "your too slow"

End of Pov:

There when the journey started, you and pax got to know each other during the journey even tough he's quite mean but nontheless you got comfortable enough to tell him your past and he tell his but its mostly how tired he is being a miner.

You enjoy being by his side sometimes but then the group seperated you were told to stay behind in a cave that was fine you don't mind it and so you stay at the cave just admiring your surroundings you don't know whats going on in Iacon. You were sitting down letting your broken wings rest against the floor and whatever is behind you, your optics seems to chaught of someone

It was Pax but he looks different you get yourself up and walk towards where you see Pax and exited the cave meeting Pax once again "...Orion?" You called out Pax turn around and looks at you "hey...birdy.." he sounded off but you walking towards him "Orion.. what happened?..." you ask him oh the sounds of innocence is like melody in his audio receptors, he hold your wings with his and begins drag you to somewhere you were suprised his grip was firm but wasn't painful but your wings was still sensitive. "Its optimus prime.. now little bird.. Orion is dead..." you were starteld by the news but you didn't have time to think about it as he pick you up and carry you before leaning down to your helm and whispering something to you.

He told you to offline your optics and you did, he hum as you did glad that your being so good to him and obeying. Optimus carry you to Iacon where you will live with him forever, to care and give all his love to his little pheonix

[He lock you in the cage, he gave you everything and love even so why aren't to returning his feelings? He doesn't want to hurt his little bird even though he is not Orion pax but his feelings is with Optimus now]

Guys i can never watch the movie it would be a wish a dream even (ToT)

Edit : i realize it kinda sucks so i edit it

[melluvsuu]

g'mon. back again on that aphmau yap again. bro where are aaron lycan likers at??? i swear I barely aaron x reader stories, even if I do its fem reader... like i love u fem writers but no. and still goes the harem!mystreet/mcd/pdh. there should be atleadt of you guys making stories with male and gender neutral readers 🙁🙁.

[nickeverdeen]

Top Gun Maverick masterlist

Romantic = ꫂ ၴႅၴ Platonic/Family = ִ ࣪𖤐

Match-up:

Nothing yet

Preferences:

Calling Top Gun Maverick characters “wife/husband” instead of “girlfriend/boyfriend” while being on the phone with someone

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Penny Benjamin

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Natasha “Pheonix” Trace

Imagine:

By Candlelight ꫂ ၴႅၴ

Burn the Sky ࣪𖤐

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Imagine:

Nothing yet

Hcs:

Nothing yet

Smut:

Nothing yet

Alphabet:

Nothing yet

[tsugari]

like that ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

TAGS // domestic fluff, making out… high-schoolers being high-schoolers, established relationship

CW // smoking…

A/N // been brainrotting abt bf gene… also y/n inserts make me cringe a bit so i named the reader Yuu…

"Do I really have to do this?" Gene laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

Yuu rolled her eyes as she tugged on the matching t-shirt, pulling at the hair that got stuck in the collar. "Don't act like I haven't changed in front of you before. Plus, this is your punishment for making me wait."

She walked over to the dresser mirror behind Gene, nudging him aside to turn and look at their reflection. A small smile crept onto her face as she giggled at the sight.

There he was—her stupid boyfriend, wearing an "I Love My Girlfriend" t-shirt.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

"So, how did we end up here?" Gene raised a brow, a smug, questioning look on his face.

He glanced down at Yuu, who was straddling his lap. Her oversized "I Love My Boyfriend" shirt hung loosely off her shoulder, slipping into unknown territory. She hummed in response, brushing her lips against his jaw, a content sigh escaping his lips.

"I mean… I'm not complaining, but—"

She pressed her index finger against his lips, shushing him softly. "Stop talking for a second," she murmured, inhaling the comforting scent of him as she rested against his chest.

Gene couldn't help but smile. His girlfriend was just too cute. He gently stroked the top of her head, fingers brushing through her hair. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this, especially since he'd forgotten their plans for the day.

Yuu sighed softly before breaking away, staring at the starstruck look on Gene’s face. He gave her an alarmed look, tilting his head slightly, awaiting her next move. Her lips curled into a playful smile as she leaned in.

Gene's breath caught for a moment, leaning in as well, expecting her lips to meet his. Instead, she snickered and dodged, continuing to tease him by brushing her lips along his jaw, her warm breath grazing his skin.

"You’re so mean..." he muttered, his lips forming a pout.

A smug smile spread across her face. "I’m soooo mean, I know," she cooed, brushing her lips closer to his. "But don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

Gene nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to kiss her. His hands found their way to her waist, slowly inching down to her hips, rubbing small circles in hopes of convincing her.

Yuu smirked, finally giving in. She pressed her soft lips to his, but only for a moment. She giggled as she pulled away, enjoying the sight of his flushed expression.

"C'mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that," Gene furrowed his brows, bringing a finger to her chin and tilting her face upward. He leaned in, his lips just centimeters from hers, his breath warm on her skin—a mix of mint and nicotine, just like Gene.

Before Yuu could respond, Gene's lips were on hers, a quiet groan echoing between them. Her breath hitched, giving Gene the opportunity to deepen the kiss. One hand cradled her face while the other remained at her hip, holding her in place.

Yuu eventually tapped his cheek softly, needing to catch her breath. Gene pulled back, barely inches away from her. He smirked at her flushed cheeks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"God, you’re so pretty," he whispered against her lips.

Yuu snorted, wriggling out of his grasp and crawling toward the end of the bed. "Yeah, yeah. Where’s your nic, babe?" She rummaged through his backpack, looking for the fruity nicotine-infused device.

Gene rolled his eyes, pointing to the front zipper. Yuu's eyes lit up as she found the small vape and quickly returned to his lap. She brought it to her lips, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke settle in her lungs.

"You’re such a fiend," Gene snickered, watching her exhale the fruity smoke into the room.

Yuu pouted, turning around to face him again. She took another puff and softly blew the smoke into his face. Gene reciprocated, inhaling it with a smirk.

"And when did you learn to shotgun?" Yuu raised a brow, tossing the vape aside, leaning back on her hands as Gene exhaled the smoke above her head. Wrapping his arms around her lower back and pulling her closer, his fingers trailing lightly against her skin. "Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I taught you how to do that." His eyes glinted mischievously as he tilted his head to look at her.

Yuu rolled her eyes, waving her hand around dismissively. “Whatever.” She glanced away, pretending not to notice the heat rising to her cheeks. Amused, Gene laughed at her reaction, tugging her gently towards him. He buried his face against her neck, his breath warm against her skin as he inhaled her scent—fresh laundry with a hint of sweetness that made him smile.

Suddenly, the door burst open. “AHA! YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BE—!" Gene’s brother Dante yelled, startling the two. Yuu yelped, nearly losing her balance as she almost tumbled off the bed.

Gene’s grip on her waist tightened instinctively, steadying her as they both turned to glare at the blue-haired intruder. Dante froze, eyes wide. “Oh… I-I’m not interrupting anything, right?” he stammered, his nervous laugh punctuated by a forced, closed-eyed smile.

Gene's gaze darkened, jaw clenching as he glared at his sibling, ‘Get out’ practically forming on his lips. Dante’s awkwardness only grew as he clung to the doorknob, noticing the darkening aura in the room.

“Yuu, are you staying for dinner? Mom’s asking,” Dante blurted, his voice cracking slightly as Gene's simmering irritation filled the space. Dante’s eyes darted between the couple, unsure whether to stand his ground or flee.

Yuu hummed thoughtfully, glancing at Gene with a playful tilt of her head. Her silent question hung in the air. Gene, still glaring daggers at Dante, narrowed his eyes and, through gritted teeth, spat out, “She’ll be there.”

Dante shut the door with a hurried thud, scurrying out of the room like his life depended on it. Gene let out an exaggerated sigh, collapsing back on the bed. “So can I borrow some pants?” Yuu teased, an amused smile playing on her lips.

Gene snorted, tossing a pair of checkered pjs in her direction. “H-Hey!” Yuu squeaked as the pants landed directly on her face. She pulled them off with a glare, slipping them on. They were a little too big for her, the waistband sliding down her hips.

Gene leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Babe, you gotta pull your shirt down,” he tutted, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her between his legs. Yuu gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as she steadied herself.

Gene’s fingers gently tugged her oversized shirt down, covering the sliver of exposed skin. “Wouldn’t want Dante or his idiot friend gawking at you downstairs,” he muttered, voice tinged with protective affection.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

A/N // so this is actually part of a random story i’ve been writing LOL. nah cuz why this making me feel kilig like i’m literally the one writing it… maybe ill upload the full thing sometime, still writing the chapters out :3 ngl lowkey becoming a gene x oc… (cringe but i am free)