#strong gn reader

[libraryraccoon]

UNPOPULAR OPINION : There not enough strong and badass male and gn!reader.

(It's the same for the villain!male and gn reader, there not enough fics about it.)

As a clingy extrovert and nightmare of all the introverts, not seeing fics where reader is a gremlin of chaos is a little sad.

Like, let me be the FUCKING MENACE FOR THE SOCIETY not the victim !!

On my way for writing chaoting male and gn reader rn

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

You know, it would be interesting for me to read the gloomy Disney characters. By the type that the Reader accidentally enters the Disney world. Or is already in this world. For example, a man! The Evil Queen× reader. Just imagine that the mirror says that the most beautiful is the reader and the man!The evil Queen was interested.. Well, or dark! A man!A Disney princess who believes in love and believes that the reader is his true love and that the reader should belong only to him.

Sorry for the bad English

Don't apologize

You're perf, babes

Yandere!Genderbent!Evil King x GN!Reader x Yandere!Genderbent!Snow White

CW: Death, obsessive behavior

"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The vain king asked his enchanted mirror as he often did whenever his pride was wounded. King Hadewig was the envy of men and women. Cold and beautiful, his features were cut like an ethereal ice sculpture. Intelligent, talented, and ruthless, most everyone either wanted to bed him or be him. However, his power was not guaranteed for long.

Hadewig was King only by responsibility, and not by actual title. His title was, legally, Prince Consort. He married his, now deceased, wife when he was a young bachelor, and she was the only eligible bachelorette of suitable status as a widow. Being so much older than him, it was an "unfortunate", but not "unsurprising" passing of the crown when the Queen died and left her son in Hadewig's care.

The only reason the child wasn't immediately crowned king was because of Hadewig's charm and influence, convincing the court that the young Prince Snow was too irresponsible to rule the country. But it was difficult to continue that lie going, even with Hadewig purposely keeping Snow ignorant of his future kingly duties by treating him as a servant, for now the boy was twenty years of age, and truly should have not only been coronated years ago, but also wed off to the available princess of the neighboring kingdom, a woman as old as Hadewig.

But his potential loss of power wasn't the reason for his low self esteem that day.

"You are, my king. There is one who approaches, but does not yet share with you what makes you fair."

The king slumped in his seat in an uncouth like manner. "Then why does my hunter not look at me like a man?"

King Hadewig's personal hunter, an immensely talented killer that didn't just slaughter animals for the king. And the only person who simply looked at the king. Nothing Hadewig did could change the professional look on (Reader's) face during their meetings. No matter how charismatic he was with his words, how stylish his clothing was, nor the love potions he attempted to spike (Reader's) drinks with, they were seemingly immune to every one of his attempts. In their most recent meeting, the one that left Hadewig depressed, he had offered his hunter a glass of wine, which they turned down, stating that the last drink they had received from the king did not agree with them.

"I can not tell you that, my lord. I only can report what I see, so unless your hunter speaks their secrets out loud while I spy, I am blind to their feelings for you."

Hadewig groaned, upset and broken hearted.

"Show me my hunter, again."

The face in the mirror melted, dissolving into an image of (Reader) leaving the castle. Their strong frame sent shivers down the icy man's spine. His first and only marriage was one of political importance, with no love or warmth between the husband and wife. But in the presence of his Mx. Hunter, the king was set ablaze. The intense feeling of heat was dowsed when he witnessed the bastard he hated most in the world approach his hunter.

At the steps of the castle, Snow had been timidly watching the triumphant hunter from afar, gathering the courage to approach them. He had never known shame, never feeling any sort of embarrassment about the state of his dress, but in the presence of the person who always smelled faintly of iron, he was reduced to two inches tall.

Stepping lightly like a mouse, the short adult snuck up behind (Reader), still debating whether or not he was actually going to announce his presence.

His decision was made for him, however, being noticed by (Reader) almost immediately.

"Good afternoon, your highness." They said, turning sharply on their heel to face him.

The hunter was the only person to address the prince by his royal status.

"Ah- how did you know it was me?" He asked incredulously. A pink blush warmed his entire head, wrapping around the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

"Because I could hear you." (Reader) offered a kind smile to the shy, younger man. They felt sympathy towards him, with the way his cold step father treated him. With what they had done to him.

Snow was impressed by how cool (Reader) was. And a small part of him wished to impress them as well. He tried to straighten out his worn out rags. "What brings you to the castle today?"

"To gift the king a wolf pelt. And also," (Reader) reached into their pouch, pulling out a pressed flower, "to gift you this."

The prince sucked in his gasp, wide eyed and lips pressed tight.

"I apologize for not finding something better for your highness."

"No!" He panicked, grabbing the flower with both hands. "It's beautiful!"

He hadn't received a gift since the passing of his mother.

"Happy Birthday, your highness." (Reader) bowed, then turned swiftly, leaving the young man hyperventilating and sweating.

Only the king and his mirror heard Snow whisper long after (Reader) left: "I love you."

Three days later, and the king was losing his mind over the interaction. Snow was visibly taller, standing straighter as he worked, singing as he cleaned the castle grounds, and it was bothering him.

Hadewig kicked over his chair in frustration. "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"The one you fear is getting stronger, the confidence has warmed his winter, and people shall notice his spring awakening. The prince now glows more brightly than you, whose anger has etched lines of hatred into his ice like face."

King Hadewig released a scream, losing his control before quickly sharpening back up, running his hands through his messed hair.

He left his study, storming over towards a frightened servant.

"Send for my hunter."

Before (Reader), the king was disheveled, worrying (Reader) something awful.

"I can not stand for this disrespect any longer." His gaze read cold and cruel as it pierced the hunter's. "You understand that you are mine, correct?"

(Reader) thought about the flower and felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, your highness."

"You understand that you belong to me?"

"Yes, your highness."

He sighed ever so slightly, before retrieving a wooden box from his desk. "I have another assignment for you.

Kill my son."

Nausea threatened to erupt from the seasoned murderer. "My lord?"

"Take him deep into the woods, and bring me back his heart." He held out the box. It was a test, as though (Reader) hadn't proved their loyalty to the mad man enough.

The empty box was heavy in (Reader's) hands.

"As you wish, your highness."

Prince Snow spun in the field of flowers as he searched for the most beautiful flowers for the hunter. It was the best day of his life! His father had given him a colorful outfit that fit him and the hunter had asked him out on a date! Well, they didn't call it a date, but what else could it have been?

He wove a crown for (Reader) while imaging their wedding day, becoming King and Royal Consort and having a real crown placed on their head.

(Reader), however, was weighing their options, not truly paying attention to the prince, and trying to ignore his childlike excitement.

What would the king do, if he was made a fool?

"Oh, hunter!" Snow ran over, holding out the delicate crown. "I made this for you! May I?"

And that was all it took, for (Reader) to spare his life.

They bent down, feeling the weight of the crown on their scalp. It smelled nice. Before Snow could retreat, (Reader) wrapped their arms around his thin waist. They had killed so many people before, but this was only the second time they felt unbearable guilt.

The first was after they took the life of the Queen.

"(Reader)?" Snow stuttered out, feeling weak in their strong arms.

"You must run, your highness." (Reader) whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"The king has ordered me to kill you. So please, run. Far away, into the woods." They released the prince, and it was only then that he noticed the heavy bags under their tired eyes.

"Why? I don't understand-"

"Leave. It won't be long before that witch discovers my lie."

Snow fell to his knees, holding onto the edge of (Reader's) shirt for dear life, falling apart in front of them. "Please, no! Come with me! If he would kill me, what would he do to you for sparing me? Please, run away with me!"

(Reader) bent down to release his fingers from their hem, planting a kiss on his forehead as they did so. "I hope when I meet you again you will have found a name more worthy of such a warm and kind person. For as of this moment, Prince Snow is dead."

Excitement threatened to crack the King's cool demeanor as he observed the bloody heart in his hands. (Reader) was distant, but that didn't matter to Hadewig, for now there was no competition for his hunter's affection. They would soon be his, even if he had to use force to make it so.

"Excellent work, my faithful hunter." He offered a practiced smile, unnerving (Reader) who prayed that the pig heart made a convincing decoy. At least until they could escape and hide out in the mountains, far away from the King's eyes.

(Reader) gave a deep bow. Then they left, calmly getting on their horse, and leaving, not taking a single glance behind them as they sped off, emergency bag already packed on their steed.

Back in Hadewig's room, he caressed the box affectionately, thinking about his lovely hunter. The stress had certainly caused a frown line, just as the mirror said, but he was working at reversing the damage.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He dreamily asked, slightly nervous that the rage had permanently ruined his perfect face.

"Hiding deep within the woods, tending a wounded heart, the fairest in the land hides. Prince Snow still lives."

The king scoffed. "I have his heart right here, mirror."

"No, within that box lies the heart of a pig."

The box fell from Hadewig's hands. "A pig..?" His face scrunched up painfully. "(Reader) would never betray- they belong to me! ME! Guards! Where is my hunter?!"

"The hunter is flying towards the mountains, away from the woods they released the prince into."

Hadewig collapsed at his desk, screaming in agony while pawing at his chest. "No! It's all his fault! Find me that little bastard- I'll kill him myself!"

The seven dwarven women listened to the young man recall his tale of woe, his eyes full of tears but a smile still on his lips. "So, if you please, could I stay here? Just until my love returns for me."

Happy sighed dramatically, blushing and twirling her beard. "That (Reader) is so brave~"

Grumpy smacked the back of her head. "That double crosser may have saved the prince, but that doesn't mean they won't double double cross him!"

Bashful stomped a foot. "It's true love! They would never!"

"Well, they never confessed their feelings," Doc said while cleaning her glasses, "they could have saved Snow out of the goodness of their heart."

Snow smiled, trying to calm the fragments of his heart. "I have to believe, to hope, that (Reader) loves me as I love them. To risk death for me.. but, they said we would meet again. And I trust them."

It was painful, knowing that his father wanted him dead, but what was worse was hearing that (Reader) had put their life in danger for him. Despite all the pain and punishment Snow had endured, he never held it against his step father, but now..

A dark, bitter seed had been planted.

And throughout the night as the household slept, Prince Snow could feel it grow, threatening to burst forth from his chest. The dwarven women were so kind to him. So inviting, and trusting.

He wondered what else they would do for him.

The dark haired man knew that the apple was poison from the moment it was placed in his hands. What kind of elderly man would be this far out away from any sort of town, especially if they were traveling to sell produce? He didn't know who the old man was, but knew that he must have been in cahoots with the king.

"Oh, I don't have any money." Snow said quite sadly, placing his head in his hand.

"For such a lovely young man? Free of charge."

"Are you sure?"

The old man was certainly no real beggar. Nothing made sense. It was cruel, what Snow thought to do, especially if he was wrong, but in case he was right.. Snow whispered to a bird before smiling brightly at the stranger, taking the apple in both hands.

"Of course, please take it!"

Snow bit into the fruit, but did not swallow, hiding the chunk in his hand. After a few seconds of pretending to chew, he collapsed, holding his breath.

The king almost immediately dropped his disguise, snarling. His once similarly raven hair had a stripe of grey.

In a voice barely louder than a huff, he said "It serves you right, you filthy bastard. I would have let you live, if you had simply left my (Reader) alone."

He exhaled. There was no movement from the floor.

"Are you dead yet? Can you still hear me? I hope you can." The king smiled. "I hope you can hear me from beyond the grave as I finally get my happily ever after."

But as he celebrated the dwarves rushed home from work, and a small bird was rallying forces to find the hunter and lead them to Snow's body.

As he monologued to what Hadewig assumed was his son's corpse, the women returned from the mines, righteously horrified and armed with pickaxes.

Hadewig heard a woman shout "Grumpy, don't!" before a pick connected with his lower back, piercing his organs from behind.

The pain was excruciating, sending fire up his body as blood poured out of him. He imagined (Reader's) face, finally smiling for him as they cradled him in their arms, accepting his love. Hadewig wanted that to be the last thing he saw before he died.

Instead, he witnessed Snow, smiling up at him from the floor.

(Reader) arrived just a moment too late, having been closer than they had expected due to how deep into the woods Snow had traveled. They witnessed the sobbing dwarves sitting at the door, too upset to enter their own home where the young prince they tried to rescue lie dead.

The hunter pushed passed them, not wasting a second to grab the young man. He was still warm, but wasn't breathing.

Snow kept his eyes closed as he felt the worst pain he had ever known.

(Reader's) hands slammed into Prince Snow's chest. A rib cracked under their strength, but Snow refused to show it.

Then their lips pressed against his.

His nose was held shut as (Reader) forced air into his throat, trying to get him to wake up. They continued the repetitions a medicine man had taught them while blowing air into his lungs.

"God damnit, Snow, wake up!"

They leaned in, and felt him breath against their mouth. His large brown eyes fluttered open, and his face reddened.

His lips curled into a weak grin. "You came back for me.."

Guilt washed over (Reader), hugging him tightly to their chest. "I'm sorry I left, Prince Snow."

Warm hands ran through (Reader's) hair. "Please.. Call me Theros."

The regret and pain kept (Reader) still, allowing the recently "revived" prince to pull them in for a kiss.

After all that (Reader) put him through, a kiss was the least they could do.

But for the born again man, it was just the beginning.

[ghouljams]

consider this... medieval!141

ghost who is a huge and intimidating knight for his gentle and kind princess

soap who is a thief who after he pickpockets you and accidentally stole a love letter you wrote to him falls for u

price who is the king who takes many women to bed but still hasnt found one for his heart but finds you who is absolutely not for his harem

i like history and beefy men so its a win win

God I have a medieval COD AU that I turned into original fiction and I am just... yeah. I'm gonna do something short for all the boys starting with Gaz since he got left out and ending with Ghost cuz he's my fave

Gaz is an advisor to the King, his quick wit and keen eye make him an excellent man to have on hand. He's always been more observant than is good for him, when he catches you pouring something into his evening drink he's furious. You're a favorite among the servants in the castle, a sweet little thing that he's had his eyes on and now your trying to kill him? You explain it's just a sleeping tonic, that you noticed he hasn't been resting well recently, but he makes you drink it yourself to prove you're not lying. You think maybe he knew what it was, the way his eyes follow the movement of your throat, the sly smile on his face when the tonic hits you drowsy. The soft kiss he places on your lips when he tells you how considerate you are, how good you are for taking care of him, more than makes up for his earlier anger. You're sent to bed aching for him.

Soap is a quick fingered rogue, more a mercenary for hire than a proper thief. Still, he has to pay the bills somehow and sometimes that means snagging a loose purse from a drunken noble. He spots you counting your coins carefully and slipping them into your pocket. He's careful not to knock you over when he bumps into you, conscious of his comparable size. When he catches you it's easy to pull your coins from your pocket, before sending you on your way. He pulls them from his pocket as he walks off, and finds smooth flat pieces of painted wood and rocks instead of metal. There's a crinkle of paper under his vest, and when he pulls it free it's a carefully folded love letter. Singing praises for the skilled fingers and pretty face of your favorite rogue, and warning him to keep those same fingers out of your pockets. Soap thinks he might be in love.

Price is a King, both lived and feared in equal measure. This is a throne that he's won, earned, not one that was simply passed to him. He's always ruled with the good of the people in mind, but that doesn't mean he hasn't enjoyed the benefits of rule. He tries to stick to widows and widowers, people that won't get him into trouble if they're found in his bed. Best not to bring anyone that might start having grand designs of marriage, or be considered "spoiled" after his nights with them. You're an emissary from a neighboring kingdom, quick witted, and not afraid to tell him your mind. You're only there to discuss trade, but he can't help trying to hold you in his keep a little longer. You're plied with wine and good food, your carriage is broken, your horses are sick, you're too hungover to leave. You take walks with Price and offer opinions on the state of his affairs, you find yourself drawn to him, waiting on his every touch. You can't help it if you wind up in his bed with a ring on your finger.

Ghost is your most devoted personal knight, and you are his dearly beloved princess. His every move is for you. His large hand closing around yours to help you out of carriages, help you down from horses, to offer stability as you enter ballrooms and rush up stairs. His touch always lingering, always just on the line of affectionate. He knows he shouldn't love you like he does, but he can't help it. You're always together, where you go he must follow. It's his duty, his privilege, his honor to be at your beck and call. Youve never said anything, but anyone can see you return his affections, of all the men that could escort you to events its always Ghost. The throne has stopped trying to set up meetings between you and potential suitors, it's pointless when Ghost is always there. Everyone assumes he's had you anyway. He hasn't, he would never deign to touch something as precious as you. Not that he doesn't want to, he fantasizes about it when he's alone, imagines all the ways he'd make you beg while he fists his cock, but he assumes that at some point you'll find a real match. Imagine how much it crushes him to hear you're getting married. Imagine his surprise when you tell him it's his wedding too.

[cumulo-stratus]

They'd have to physically remove me

[shiemori-writes]

Leona and jamil fairy gala hairstyles... WE WERE ROBBED I SAY

Please leona stop it im supposed to be writing and clearing my inbox why

[selfindulgentpixies]

"The hands that hold you" masterlist

Satosugu x GN!reader

Status: Ongoing

When you start at jujutsu tech you're not expecting a pair of second years to take an interest in you and you're certainly not expecting them to take you along on a mission that will change all three of your lives forever. Will you all manage to come out the other side together or will the pressures fracture you part?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9

Part 10.1:Satoru's 18th birthday part 10.2

Ahhh i've been promising to post a master list for a while and I finally got to it. Sorry for the wait. This should make it much easier to navigate now. This will be updated as chapters are released.

[devildom-moss]

Congratulations on your blog turning 1 year old!!!!🎉🎉🎉

If the requests for your event are still open can I ask for Levi x reader with the prompt shower/bath

<3

Thank you~ This is the last one the event, so I hope you enjoy it, anon!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Leviathan x gn!MC)

Prompt 11 – Shower/Bath

“Levi, come on, open up.” You knocked on his door and waited for a response. He had a rough day, and he was mortified after he tripped in the hallway in front of you – which wasn’t remedied in the slightest when Mammon and Belphie started laughing at him. Levi ran straight home, shirking his student council duties completely. Luckily, you managed to soothe Lucifer’s annoyance with some artful flirtation dealmaking. He even let you leave early to check on Levi and calm him down. It’s amazing what Lucifer was willing to agree to when he wanted his little brother to feel better to avoid a Lotan summoning and the potential flooding of the House of Lamentation.

“Urrgggh. No way! MC, go away. I’m too embarrassed to let you see me. I fell right on my face like a loser.”

“Please? I ran you a bath.” Levi peaked through a crack in the door, his eyes watery and his face flushed red. You smiled at him. “I know you love water. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

“Y-you’re an angel, aren't you?” Levi opened the door a bit more.

“Hush, just come with me.” You grabbed his hand – with almost no protests – and pulled him towards the bathroom. The scent of the Ruri-chan cherry blossom bath bomb you used filled the room. You knew Levi was going to love it. It turned the water a glittery, vibrant peach – the same tone as Ruri-chan’s outfit. You shut the door behind him. “Want me to help you get undressed?”

“W-Woah! Wait, wait, wait! Why are you still in here?” Levi tugged his shirt down as if he needed to cover himself up more than he already was.

“I was going to help you wash.” You rolled your sleeves up. “Do you not want me to?”

“A-and you want me to get naked? In front of you?!”

“I can turn around if you’d prefer.”

“Why?”

“So, you can get undressed in private – although, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Not that!” Levi slapped his hands over his face to hide his burning cheeks. “I mean, why do you want to do this?”

“Oh. I’m gonna touch your hands, okay?” You placed your hands gently over his, running your thumbs over his knuckles. “It’s because I love you, and I want to take care of you.”

Levi peaked over his hands at you. His eyes were watering and even the tips of his ears were bright pink. His voice was weak and timid, muffled by his hands. “I-I – I want you to undress me.”

“Alright, baby.”

You helped Levi out of his clothes, occasionally leaving soft, affectionate kisses along his bare skin. The blush on his cheeks never faded – even as he lowered himself into the water. Levi held his shoulders, covering his chest protectively.

“Levi, baby, you’re safe. I promise. You’re allowed to relax – if you want to.” Levi dropped his arms. “Good boy. I’m going to wash your hair now.”

You lathered up your hands and began to massage the shampoo into his scalp. After a minute, you even earned a satisfied hum from his lips. His shoulders dropped as you ran your fingers down his neck and rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

“F-feels so good,” Levi whined. Seconds later, he slipped into his demon form, nearly scratching your hand with his horns. “Wah! S-sorry. I didn’t –”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, baby,” you cooed.

Levi melted under your touch. A shy grin formed on his lips. He brought his tail out of the bath, dipped the tip back under the surface, and splashed a bit of water in your direction. Your jaw dropped in shock before you laughed. It was rare to see him so playful, and it warmed your heart.

“Very cute,” you mused. “Now give me your tail.”

Levi’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink – no doubt, his mind flooded with thoughts. After all, no one else was home right now. You moved slightly to take hold of his tail, gently caressing him as you lathered it up with soap. His eyes darted towards you, catching a glimpse of your warm smile before he looked away again and sunk into the water up to his eyes. He murmured something underwater, but it was impossible to hear him.

“Come again,” you asked, trailing your hand down his tail.

Levi popped his head up just long enough to repeat himself. “I love you!”

[stevebabey]

RUBY congrats on your milestone!!! I'm extremely happy for you, you deserve it, you always post amazing fics and your blog is SO COOL AND FRESH, ugh I love it!! Sending a lot of kisses and hugs your way ♡

So I'm here to request, I hope it's okay!!

❤️‍🔥 5 and 6 from the first prompt list with steve, I just know you are going to do something sooo fluffy and cute that will mark me forever!!!

HI HI !! thank you so much ur so sweet i am SWOONING over here <3 COOL AND FRESH!!!?? ULTRA TOP TIER COMPLIMENTS MY DUDE!! ahh many kisses and hugs right back at ya ! and omg da first of the blurbs.... it is fluffy as hell im feeling clingy tonite and i hope u luv <3 (ur lucky to get in early they probably won't all be this long hehe)

You're surprised you even managed to convince Steve to come to this party. They're not exactly his scene anymore, especially considering his history with them, but it was a bit more of a familiar friendly crowd — Eddie's band, some of Robin's own friends from band, plus the merry bunch of you that were practically fused together since '83.

Besides, you're sure the fair amount of eyelashes fluttering helped too, lips pouting and eyes sweet.

Steve had even narrowed his eyes, jabbed a finger at you like he was about to say 'that's not fair!' like he had a thousand times before. Some whine about how he was powerless when you gave him those eyes.

Tonight, he had just sighed and folded, any annoyance melting away at your glee.

Parties were better with Steve. If you both had a ride home, he'd get himself into the G&T's until he was loopy and draping himself all over you. Absolute mumbler he was while drunk. It was all you're so pretty and how'd i get so lucky? between wet kisses anywhere he could land them. You not-so-secretly loved it.

Tonight, however, you're the lovesick one.

Like it's your fault; he's wearing one of his button downs that's tight on the arms and a few buttons too low. A hint of chest hair peeks out, flush against tan skin that's riddled with moles you've kissed a dozen times over each. Even without the extra beers tonight you think you'd be in a mood.

The extra alcohol just gives you confidence.

Steve's talking when you approach, his back to you, and you take no mind to distract him from his conversation. Silently, well as much you can while tipsy, you sneak your arms around his middle and slump.

You hear a rumble of surprise through where your head presses into his back, a pause in the conversation, then he places his warm hands over both of yours. You delight with a grin. Then, keeping his hands in place to keep you where you are, he's twisting to look over his shoulder. You dig your chin in to meet his eyes with a doozy smile.

"Hello trouble," He says, all too fond. God, he looks so sweet, amber eyes all sweet and smile all too mischievous. Thank God he's yours.

"Hi." You say back, a grin curling at your lips. You think about tucking your hands under his shirt, just to hold him closer. You're sure he'll get the mental messages you're sending him much better if there's skin-to-skin contact —though, you needn't worry, Steve can tell you love him just from the look on your face.

"All good back there?" He asks, mainly as a joke but you nod very seriously and then tilt your head towards his conversation partner. Some dude who had graduated the year after him, friends with Robin he thinks. It's small talk.

"Yup." You smile wide, a bit dopey, and press a kiss into his back. "Y'keep talking Stevie."

He can tell you mean it so he does, turning back around and adjusting his grip over both of your hands to hold them both tighter. You hum happily. The conversation resumes. It takes all but a minute for your attention to crawl away.

You shift your hands slightly, wriggling out of Steve's grip and you miss how he frowns down bemusedly at your wandering hands. He silently hopes you aren't heading for his pants, mainly because there's a spectator to your strange but endearing behaviour. You don't, instead just tucking them under his button up and pressing your icy fingers against his tummy.

Steve snorts a quiet laugh and tries not to shiver, but apparently, that's too much movement for you.

"Tch, stop moving!" Your voice draws out, dipped in annoyance. You thump your head against his back and Steve laughs again, a bit pink in the face when the dude moves away with an awkward goodbye. Steve doesn't blame him, with your roaming hands, though he's fairly sure you're actually just looking for a cuddle.

Steve stills himself. "Why—"

"You feel amazing in my arms," you say, muffled by your face in his shirt. You squeeze him a bit tighter, a hug that actually squeezes his heart too because fuck, if he doesn't feel adored right now.

"Baby," He starts, prying your arms off just enough to turn and face you. You whine a bit but it dies down at being able to lean your head against his chest, chin planting between his pecs. You gaze up at him and blow a half-hearted raspberry. Steve thinks about dipping you sweet and kissing you there, just to see if you'll get warm enough in the face that he'll feel it too.

"D'you wanna go home?" He asks.

You shake your head but tighten your hold. Steve sweeps a hand across your forehead, pushing back stray hairs with a loving hum. "If we go home, we can cuddle, yeah?"

You seem to only just realise this as he says it and it sways your decision in an instant. "Okay, yeah, yes please," you murmur as you bury your face back into his chest. Your please sounds like peas and Steve thinks his heart might ache a little softer because of it.

If you had told sophomore Steve that in the future, he'd be ditching a party early, just for some cuddles, he's sure he would've scoffed at himself. Steve thanks the heavens above for change and let you drag him out the door, footsteps giddy and kisses abundant.

join the celebration!

[grincubus]

not-so-quickie | thoma x top reader.

you've been away from inazuma for three months. could anyone really blame you for wanting to pull your boyfriend away for a little one-on-one time?

N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

character[s]: thoma. reader: top. amab. gender neutral, no pronouns used. cw: nsfw. semi-public sex [?]. fingering. unprotected sex. anal sex. creampie. overstimulation [thoma]. dacryphilia. mindbreak kinda [?].

in your defense, it had been three months since you'd last seen him.

you never considered yourself particularly clingy - that was more thoma's thing - but three months was enough to make even you antsy. you dreamt about him more than you'd like to admit. he'd really turned you into quite the sap.

his elated greeting once the crux docked in ritou almost made all that time apart worth it, though. just seeing him was enough to send a spark through you, but to have him sweep his arms around you again, bright-eyed and thrilled as he kissed the side of your face; beidou's smirk be damned, you could die happy right then and there.

but you could die a little bit happier ten minutes later tucked behind two nearby shipping crates with your tongue in his mouth.

he'd stopped you once your knee pressed up between his thighs, though, pink-faced and shuddering. he'd always been so sensitive that even something like that was enough to rile him up. i'm still working, he'd said weakly. his fingers clenched on your shoulders when you puffed out a laugh against his throat.

he was reluctant to part even as he squirmed out from your grasp, but you didn't push it. he'd always been so tetchy about his work schedule. it was weirdly cute in a way. even after so long apart, thoma would always be thoma.

just a little longer, he'd said shyly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. then i'll be all yours.

you could be patient. what was one more hour compared to three months?

but one hour turned to two turned to three and maybe you were clingier than you thought. it didn't help that you were kind of getting into it before you parted, and just orbiting around him while he finished up his tasks for the day was making your mouth go dry. you kept catching onto the way the setting sun lit the side of his throat when he spoke to someone, and the way his fingers splayed on his hip when he stood. you were too keyed up to wait properly.

you knew it was getting to him too, if his glances in your direction and lingering touch on your wrist or the crook of your elbow whenever he passed by was enough to go off of, breezy apologies for the wait. he blushed whenever he caught you staring. that was what was getting to you the most. the bashfulness. he wasn't even trying to get you worked up. you were just too zeroed in on him.

you could have waited until you boarded for the night. you probably should have. it'd have been more satisfying, but—

"oh! uh, okay," he said when you grabbed for his wrist the next time he passed your way. "i guess i'm—going this way now? sorry!" he called with a laugh over your shoulder to whoever he was speaking to before you interrupted. you think you knew them, but to be honest, social niceties weren't important to you at the moment.

you walked with purpose, your grip set around his wrist. "i'm sorry for the wait," he said, like he wasn't even absorbing what you were doing. "that was the last one, though, so now we can go—home and..." he trailed off when you pulled him forward, ducking into a narrow alleyway.

you pressed into him, crowding him against the wall. it wasn't hard to catch him up to speed, but he didn't react until you pressed a hot kiss to the base of his throat, fingers hooked into his belt to pull his hips into yours.

"oh," he gasped. you expected him to fuss over the idea of pulling him into some dingy alley to have your way with him or something, especially since there were still people out there. but it seemed the three months affected even him, because he just sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. "just—make it quick, alright?"

and you did. for all the attention you had on him, your actions breezed passed in hot flashes: your teeth sucking a mark on his collarbone (he'd berate you for that later). his nails digging into the back of your neck. the frantic clink of his belt. one of his smooth thighs hooked over your hip. his high whine when you pressed two of your fingers into him at once. you don't even remember which one of you had the proper lubrication for this, but here you were.

"hah," he panted, breath hot in your ear as your fingers thrusted into him steadily. it was clumsy in your enthusiasm, a little too forceful at first, but he rolled his hips into it nonetheless. "ah, your—fingers—it's... s-slow down!"

"you're the one speeding it along, not me." you chided, stilling the movement of hips with your free hand. the action made him whine in disagreement, his head falling back against the wall. "shh, someone could hear you."

"i'm sorry!" he whispered heatedly, face turning into yours. "i'm sorry, it's just—the stretch, it... it feels good." his voice petered off into a whine, but before you could say anything, he ducked in to capture your mouth in a hot, slick kiss.

he was tight around your fingers, less an attempt to stretch him than it was to just pleasure him. he choked on your tongue when you scissored your fingers in and out, struggling to kiss back when your fingers curled deeper, pressed harder up against that bundle of nerves that never failed to make him cry. it wasn't long before he was shuddering, crying out into your shoulder in an attempt to muffle himself. by the time you pressed a third finger into him, he really was crying— or close to it.

"fuck, fuck," he panted. his eyes were too wet to focus on whatever he was looking at over your shoulder; he squeezed them shut with a shout when you hooked your fingers again. "fuck!"

"shh." you hushed, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't music to your ears. "i'm surprised you've lasted this long," you said, the casual, conversational tone making him jerk in your grip. "you're usually much more sensitive."

"i am! i am!" he cried as quietly as he could, breath hot and wet against your neck. "it's—s'just—" oh, there it was. he was starting to crack. "guh, i, i'm trying not to—"

"you can cum," you murmured, and just the words made him bow into himself with a full-body shudder of resistance. his cock was flushed pink where it was pressed wetly between your abdomens, but you'd made him cum on just your fingers like this in the past.

"no!" he sobbed, and it wasn't until then that you realized the wetness against your neck wasn't just him drooling against you. if it weren't for the wall behind him, he'd have collapsed from his free knee going weak. your voice so close to his ear after so long, arm holding him up, fingers pressed tight against his prostate, it was too much. he was too close. "i don't, ah, i don't—wanna cum until—until—you're inside!"

you paused. it was enough for him to suck in a steadying breath, dizzy and hot from the stimulation. you hadn't quite been planning on this. truth be told, you didn't think much ahead beyond just fingering him in an alley until he cried, having a little fun before you made it home, but to hear that...

"fuck," you muttered, and thoma nearly collapsed on himself when you pulled your fingers out with a wet schlick. he fumbled against the wall for footing as you hurriedly undid your pants to fish your cock out. you hissed under your breath when you lubed it up (you'd been so wrapped up in thoma that you hadn't even registered how hard you were), and then he squeaked when his other leg was lifted up to match the other, pants waving from where they dangled around one ankle.

it was then that you realized that you were both still clothed, about to fuck in an alley in a fit of desperation. thoma must have absorbed it then, too, because he flushed, his ears glowing in the dim light of the streetlamp across the street. he met your eyes nervously, like you hadn't done this before, and you couldn't help but kiss him.

he was doing so well at calming himself down again until this point. but the second the heat of your cock pressed stickily against his rim, his back went as straight as a bow.

"easy, thoma," you soothed with another kiss to his jaw, but it proved too much for him. your hands pressed against the flush skin of his hips, teeth nipping at his neck, the heat of you pressing into him—the second your head popped in, he came untouched against his stomach with a long, drawn-out whine.

you'd made him cum without touching his dick, of course, but to have him cum the very second you pushed inside him was a new one. you laughed breathlessly, dazed at the sight of him limp and flushed against the wall. he was still trembling from his orgasm when you spoke, a cross between adoring and vaguely condescending.

"oh, thoma—"

"no," he croaked, his legs weakly flexing around you when you shifted to pull back. "no, no, keep... keep going."

you hesitated. this was new territory. "are you sure?"

"yes." he nodded, blond hair stuck to his pink skin. his eyes were glittering with determination as he looked at you, fingers taught on your shoulders. he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips—and broke off with a whine, still sensitive from his orgasm.

you probably could have steeled your resolve and insisted on giving him a break, but the movement forced your cock in an inch, and the tight heat of him around you was just too much to resist. "alright," you said hoarsely. alright.

sweet thoma, always so sensitive, fought to stay still as you pushed in. he seemed to be stuck between curling in for more and twisting away from the stimulation, breath high and scattered in his throat. but he didn't once tell you to stop, instead hooking his legs tighter with a whine whenever he stilled to allow him a moment to calm down.

it went by relatively smoothly up until the very end, when you hitched your hips abruptly and popped all the way into him in one smooth, fluid motion. it'd been so long. he was so tight around you, so hot. you were seeing stars.

"fuck," you rasped, ears ringing. it took you a moment to register that thoma was speaking in hushed, hurried gasps.

"y-you're in," he gasped, panting like he'd been running a marathon. "you're in, you're in, you're—haah, s-so deep—" he whined, eyes cloudy with tears and some sort of far-offness that you'd only managed to coax out of him a handful of times. he rolled his hips once, minutely—you both moaned.

he fell apart the minute you began to rock your hips at a steady pace. he was normally so tightly wound when you had sex, fluttering muscles and rutting against you in a shy desperation that only he could pull off. but this was new. he melted against you, soft and pliant and pink as you thrusted into him, fingers tangled around the back of your neck in a weak attempt at support.

he babbled nonsense against you as you fucked into him, sweet and breathless. sharp little "ah, ah, ah"s and "so good"s, even one "i love you." his cock was hard again, an angry red, sticky against his shirt. he drooled against your shoulder, crying out in pleasure every time the fat head of your cock kissed his prostate. he'd probably forgotten about trying to be quiet.

it was a wonder that no one had heard you. or more likely, had heard and moved away from the area.

you wished so badly you could draw out this thoma a little more, but you were reaching your limit. it was all so hot and sweet and sticky and he kept gasping out your name in sharp little puffs of breath. your past few thrusts were short and hard, rutting into him with a desperation that came at the brink.

thoma knew you well enough to know that, too, because his nails suddenly dug into the back of your neck with a sharpness that made you gasp. "in—inside," he panted, eyes glossy as he tried to focus on you. his lips were pink and wet, mouthing out little whines. "please, please, inside, are, are you g'nna—h-hah, so big—"

"yeah," you panted, forcing yourself to look away from the sight of him so heated and needy. "yeah, i'm— i'm gonna—" you choked when he rolled his hips into yours weakly, trying to help you chase your release. it didn't take long. one, two, three thrusts, and then you hilted up into him with a groan, filling him with hot, sticky ropes of cum.

he sobbed when you did, clawing at you and rocking into it—that really did have you seeing stars, your vision whiting out at the edges as he fucked himself onto you, milking as much of it as he could. you couldn't remember the last time you came this hard.

"s-ssso much," he slurred, mouth slick against your throat, his entire body trembling. you flushed at the words despite yourself. he was rarely so far gone that he said such things out loud. it made your cock twitch and you hissed a bit at the stimulation.

you stood there for a moment as you caught your breath, suddenly a bit weak. holding him up was a bit more of a challenge now that your orgasm had sapped so much from you. but he didn't falter when you released his thighs, and it took you far too long to register that his legs were still hooked around your waist, holding you tight against him even as he trembled.

"t-thoma," you warned. your throat was dry. when had it gotten so dark? you could've sworn the sun had just barely started to set when you pulled him down there. you were going to have to walk back home, too. this wasn't a very good idea.

"not... not yet," he panted. his fingers twisted in the collar of your shirt when he pulled you in to a clumsy open-mouthed kiss. you broke it with a cry when he rolled his hips again, still sensitive. "more, one—one more time."

"i thought you wanted this to be quick..."

it was definitely not a very good idea. but it was still a nice way to be welcomed home.

[princessasmosprincess]

Venom

Summary: “Now, I wouldn’t ever call anyone ugly, even someone as boorish as you has some inherent charm, but what you said to them certainly wasn't pretty.” He backed them up against the wall, laying a single hand on their shoulder.

Characters: Asmodeus and GN Reader/MC (can be platonic or romantic,) unnamed demon character.

Genre: Drabble

Warnings: Bullying, canon-typical violence (off-screen,) blood mentioned.

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Author's Note: Thank you @harmlessghosty for the idea ♡

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“You’re not good enough for him, you know that, right?” said the demon. “I mean, you’re not good enough for any of them.”

“I–” You really weren’t sure what to say to that. One minute you were minding your own business in the RAD hallway and the next you were being taunted by a demon you barely knew. You knew there were a lot of demons jealous of you for how close you were with the Avatars, but most of them had the decency to keep it to themselves.

“But it’s especially laughable for you to think you're anywhere near Asmodeus’s level, you hideous thing.” They grabbed your upper arm and squeezed. Hard.

You struggled against their grip, but the insult almost stung more.

“Excuse me?” A clear voice sounded. One you knew very well.

The demon froze in place.

“Lord Asmodeus, I–” They let go of your arm.

“No, I want you to repeat yourself,” Asmo raised an eyebrow. The fierceness in his eyes was something you’d never seen before.

They swallowed dryly and averted their eyes.

With a sneer, Asmo looked away from them, turning his attention to you, his gaze warming, “Are you ok, MC?” He asked.

You nodded, rubbing your arm where the demon had grabbed you. You would be ok, now that Asmo was here.

He gave a hum of approval before turning back to the demon.

“Now, I wouldn’t ever call anyone ugly, even someone as boorish as you has some inherent charm, but what you said to them certainly wasn't pretty.” He backed them up against the wall, laying a single hand on their shoulder. “It’s a shame, really. You’ve diminished your own beauty at the price of putting down someone else. Tsk, tsk.” Asmo caressed the demon’s cheek with the back of his hand.

They seemed to be floating in the realm between total mortification for being called out, and euphoria for being touched by the Avatar of Lust himself.

“MC, dear, why don’t you go make your way home and get our bath started for us,” Asmo said over his shoulder. “I’ll catch up in a bit. I’ve got some unfinished business with our friend here.”

You looked between Asmo and the demon. “Ok.”

“Be safe, hon.” Asmo smiled, and he turned back to his prey, his fangs glinting.

***

A little while later, Asmo returned to his room where you waited for him in the bathroom, the tub filled with floral-scented pink bubbles and flower petals.

He met eyes with you in the mirror as he washed his hands, winking. You decided not to ask him about the dried blood he was scrubbing from his nails.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[o2amu]

“so…”

“soooo…” kuroo mimicks while avoiding your gaze.

he coughs dryly to fill up the silence in the room as you position yourself more comfortably on the other end of the couch.

being left alone in the room with kuroo while all your friends had ‘coincidentally’ left to use the bathroom or search the kitchen for snacks was definitely what you had least expected from tonight.

“so… why are we just finding out that we’ve had crushes on each other for months?” you address. “shit, practically everyone but us knew about our crushes.”

“erm. well.” he begins hesitantly. “i had a tiny inkling you liked me, but I just wasn’t 100% sure.”

“what?” you softly shriek. “why didn’t you tell me tetsu, usually you’re so bold when it comes to this stuff.”

“yeah but, you’re one of my closest friends and I didn’t wanna risk ruining what we had.” he reasons. “and I tend to bite my tongue sometimes, it’s a bad habit…”

“yeah…” you sigh heavily and he takes your sudden silence as a sign that you don’t reciprocate those feelings anymore.

“damn, i’m so sorry. i wish i knew you wanted me.”

“who said i don’t want you anymore?” you shyly look up at him with a soft smile.

you subconsciously scoot yourself a bit closer to his end of the couch and he does the same, only an arm’s length away from each other.

“oh..” he pauses, heat rushing to his cheeks. “well then what are we waiting for?” he turns to face you.

you part your mouth open to reply but the sight of his lips mere centimeters away from yours makes your brain go haywire.

he cups your left cheek and pulls you in slowly to the most passionate kiss. one that’s been dying to happen.

you both pull away from the kiss with the most content smiles ever and you rub your thumb over his bottom lip. “better late than never.”

[mothgodofchaos]

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I'm trying to get fics out before going on hiatus until a little after the first of the year (family vacation). So please enjoy soft jailbird.

Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1010

Yancy awoke on the couch, rubbing his face as he groaned. He lays there for a moment, angry at the world for his awakeness. He hears you back in your bedroom, which gets him to sit up. He’s been crashing on your couch for a couple weeks at this point, but he’s begun to feel like he’s overstaying his welcome, even with how much you reassure him that he’s welcome to stay. Frankly, he’s not used to this type of hospitality being extended to him, not with how long he was locked up for.

But you, you were the one that made all the butterflies in his stomach come to life. You were the one that opened your doors to him when he thought the world had turned its back on him. He hadn’t told you, and didn’t plan on telling you, but he applied for parole only because of your encouragement. He didn’t have any family, any friends in this world. Just you. You showed him that life is more than what he was given, and the circumstances that he found himself in. That the choices he made mattered. Life was his to choose.

He listened as you bustled about in your back bedroom, grinning to himself as he heard you softly humming, specifically one of the songs he had been writing. Between applying for jobs and trying to get connected in the community, he spent his time writing music for the local theatre program. With his criminal record, he couldn’t actually participate, but he’s working with a lawyer to have his record expunged. More things he didn’t want to tell you, just because he didn’t want to hurt you with disappointment if it didn’t work.

As he works on making the morning coffee, a flash of blue on his arm catches his attention. He grumbles, typically meaning that his tattoos have changed yet again, but his eyes go wide as he gazes over his new ink. A chickadee and a sparrow sitting, snuggled on a branch together. His blush thickens as he quickly pulls his sleeve down to cover it, hoping you didn’t see it.

You come out a little bit later, seeing the panicked look on his face as he quickly turns so the offending ink is out of your line of sight. You squint at him, getting closer as your hand rests gently on his shoulder.

“Sparrow, you okay, songbird?”

He coughs into his fist to try and hide his blush from you. You started calling him “songbird” due to his musical hobbies, his last name of Sparrow, and his time as a jailbird. It was fitting, and it took everything in him to not be consumed by his blush the first time you called him it. His pals back in the prison were worried that they were going to need to take him to the medical wing with how broken it made him after the conjugal visit.

“Yep, perfectly fine! Youse don’t needs to worry about mes, I’s all good. Just something in my throat.”

“Yancy…”

“I’s fine! Promise!”

Your eyes look over him as he tries to play it off. You can tell he’s lying, but about what, you’re not exactly sure, so you don’t push it further until you get more evidence. He seems to almost dance around you as you move through the kitchen, making your breakfast. As much as you enjoy his dancing skills, as you’ve seen his choreography skills, you can’t help but feel like you did something. Yancy, on the other hand, is speedrunning processing his feelings.

He never really would’ve called it a crush, but it’s also been so long since he had been this close to anyone in his life. All the things you did for him, he thought, were done simply because you were a good person. He admired your heart of gold, taking in a felon when you could’ve just let him rot in that cell like he thought he was going to. But he watched your eyes, the hint of pain as you studied him, his movements.

He’d hold himself back from hugging you, touching you in the way he wanted to. The closeness that he almost yearned for, but he didn’t want to push himself at you. He couldn’t hurt more people, not more people that he cared abo-

Oh boy, this was a crush. A big one. One he had forced down into the pit of his stomach that came back in the form of a slight blush and butterflies. His eyes met yours again, only for you to take a step away from him as he reached out his other arm for you.

Fuck.

“I’s sorry, chickadee. I- I’s didn’t mean to push youse away like that.”

“No, it’s fine! You’ve just been pushing me away for the past few weeks! Everything is fine!”

The pain in your voice is clear, holding back some tears in your throat as you make eggs on the stove top. This was the moment he realized how big he fucked up. He hurt you, in the one way he thought he was saving you. His hands ball into fists for a moment as he looks to the floor, thinking through all his options. Then one goes to the tattoo, covering it with his hand. The warmth creeps back up his face, and he looks back at you longingly. His hands move to hold yours, you looking up at him in surprise. His face is now soft with a smile, looking over your face.

“May I…?”

You nod, one of his hands moving to your chin, lifting slightly as his lips softly come in contact with yours. He moves in closer, hands moving lower to lift you up as yours move to his face, holding him there as it deepens. You’re both too caught up in the moment to notice a flash of pink on his arm, a little heart and a date appearing below the tattoo.

Seems like he chose to keep it, and you.

[midoriima]

THIS DYNAMIC BUT WITH SHIRATORIZAWA x toned & tall! reader (initially fem!r but it can also be gn! or male!)

general story: we all know they don't need no such thing as "protection" from whatever that may be because they already intimidate people around them. but with you, you see the need to do so. they don't understand why but they're happy you're looking out for them too. until you're out beating everyone's asses if they talk shit about them/plan to do smth to them left and right and eventually tarnishing your reputation and eventually everyone sees you as a delinquent.

ushijima blinks at hearing the whole story from your friend. because you did what? you almost had someone end up at the hospital because they were talking shit about him, saying he wasn't all that, and that maybe they could sabotage him in some way?? he is dumbfounded and could only sigh (tho he did call you a dumbass in his head). your friend frowns cos no way he just sighed like this was an everyday occurence??

well, to be fair, some dunces were trying to bully tendou. it was only right that you kicked them where the sun didn't shine. some guy also yelled smth about how they wouldn't be able to have children if you put more force into that kick but you couldn't care less. tendou winced and is shaken at the whole ordeal while you happily grabbed his hand and offered to buy whatever food/snacks he wanted as an apology for having seen that.

semi was just trying to show you a new song he learned to play on his guitar in the band room. when someone started saying backhanded things to him, he looked uncomfortable and the vibe in the room wasn't good. it went on as subtle insults until the meaning behind them were clear so with a tambourine, you wacked the side of their face, ending with a clinking sound and a thud. unfortunately you didn't kill them but you were left with a panicked semi.

since the coach was out, reon and you decided to mess around instead of kicking his ass to go back to practise. doing stuff ranging from taking weird pics or funny candids of each other to flaunting your muscles to see whose were better and decided to test each other's strength. of course you won (over the course of many rounds). nobody said a thing and really only just praised you until someone snickered at reon but like in a bad way so that's how your fist ended up in their face.

yamagata's a short king okay. of courseee he needs protecting /j. he's not that short + he doesn't necessarily but he does joke around about you being his bodyguard and stuff cos you're significantly taller than him and you're visibly toned. he vibes with basically anyone and with the addition of you, nobody tries to mess with him. you're an intimidating presence so unfortunately you don't get to throw your fists to anybody's faces with him.

shirabu has pride in you. he screams, "go get 'em!!" to you at people he does not like and is entertained at the sight of them having their ass handed back to them, he even laughs and smiles like it's a movie. this isn't limited to anyone, it's literally for everyone who pisses him off and when they show clear discontent when they're with him. of course he does remind you to calm down... sometimes.

kawanishi would look so done with you but is also flustered with you looking out him. he feels so special when you callout people on their bs or when they're clearly making him uncomfortable. but alike shirabu, he does watch the whole thing unfold with a smirk and giggles from time to time when they think they could mess with you.

the first time someone talked down on goshiki, you didn't take more than a second to return that attitude with a little (you mean a lot of) force. he was so stunned and his heart was beating so fast at how attractive you looked doing it but also because he felt panicked and started overthinking that he thought he was going to have to go to juvie for being an "accomplice". you reassured him it was nothing before dashing because teachers were rushing towards the scene, ready to reprimand you two.

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

The Things We Don't Know

Secrets are not something Daniel ever keeps from you. At least, not without letting you know that there are things he can't tell you. You're good about that, that is fine. It’s when one of those secrets comes back and begins taking him away from you for increasingly longer periods of time without any answers (which starts to strain your once-wonderful relationship), that you begin to worry that this might be the beginning of the end, that no matter how much you two love each other, it might not be enough.

Chapter Fourteen: From Bad To Worse

The situation Thor's people face takes longer than anyone expected, with unforeseen complications. SG1 is doing their best to hang on while they try desperately to find a solution.

Tag list: @geekygumiho @ellie--eille @riverageleis (and anyone else who wants on, just gimme a shout!)

[marsgod]

Helloo, please delete if your requests are closed:

May I request a Staff!reader who just wanted to return something Crewel left in the staff room but was hit by a potion that makes them grow devil horns and a tail and the sclera of their eyes are now black

Staff!reader has to wait a few hours for it to wear off but during that? Oh. THEY ARE ACTUALLY A DEMON FROM HELL.

They’re scarier, angrier, more irritable and no one is safe from them anymore, if they were nice before, mx. nice-professor is GONE

If they were always on the stricter side, haha, we’re all in danger.

So after that, the student body learns to appreciate Staff!reader after the hell they went through

- underrated staff anon

hey hey, it’s a new anon! tbh? we love that for mx. professor, pop off💅

If the staff! reader was kind beforehand;

Crewel is scared, especially since he find you waiting in his classroom, and he’s trying his best not to be an accidental instigator, but everything is pissing you off

Writing with pencil or pen? You’re immediately screeching at him to shut the hell up, muttering under his breathe? Oh god you’re staring at him like you’re planning on how to get rid of the body

Crowley wasn’t informed of this unfortunate event, and waltzed in with a bunch of forms for dear Divus

Then his see’s more of the kind! staff and starts going into this and that, but doesn’t expect it when he goes to pat your shoulder and your strangely, now almost claw looking hand grabs his wrist with enough strength and sharpness in your nails to draw blood

In turn, he nervously says that he has nothing else for you and excuses himself

Crewel hates him more for leaving him with you

The students? The most scared, especially Ace, Deuce, and Kalim

Kalim doesn’t mean any harm, he’s just being his excited and social self, but quite literally nearly shrinks when you slam a pile of books down with a bang! and tell him to be quiet

Ace and Deuce are the same; Although they’re the ones that just don’t know how to stop unless you strap them to a chair

which may or may not be what you do but it’s okay, you guys remember eventually

Floyd and Jade aren’t scared, they thinks its funny and Floyd might do something to purposely piss you off

If the staff! reader was mean beforehand;

Nothing changes, everyone tries to avoid you (mostly trouble makers) (i.e. Ace and Deuce) so everyone in your classes, upon knowing you have literally turned into a demon, is dead silent and some ppl (read; Ace and Deuce) freeze whenever you take a deep breathe in fear

After it’s all said and done, the kind staff! reader is back and everyone basically treats you like an angel bc they’re so scared if you decide to just go strictly apeshit on their asses (nobody would blame you but still)

same with strict! reader, but a lot of the staff already know that you’re mostly just tired of their shit and not listening. The students treat you a whole lot better trust me😭

[z3llous]

One Step Too Far

Sanji x strong gn reader

(spicy night without the dirty details)

headcanons format

@vission-kid

it started as just a bit of playful flirting

light touches

a few compliments with implied deeper meaning

the usual sweet talk

one whisper, a borderline moan, in their ear was all it took to cross the line

playtime was over

Sanji was lifted up and onto their shoulder, causing him release a squeak of thrill and surprise

he asked where they were going

no answer

the gears in turning in their mind had one thought and one thought only

they flung the bed room door open and tossed him on the bed

Sanji’s brain registered what was about to happen at the sound of the door locking

his legs grew weak and his face flushed

his arms pinned down with one hand, the other grasping his chin and forcing him to look them in the eyes

gods the way their strength could be felt through their touch without being painful drove him wild

the pressure wasn’t enough; he needed more

and more he got

divine pleasure

round after round

they were busy all night

he’d definitely be feeling it tomorrow