#we have no gender neutral restrooms up there

[jayjamjary]

Traveling the 7 seas to find an open gender neutral bathroom as school.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

An Interesting Safari

Yandere Male Gnoll Pack x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violent and painful noncon, gangbang, face fucking, gagging and slight suffocation due to face fucking, dacryphilia, spitroasting, cum swallowing, scent marking, piss marking, reader gets their insides piss marked, musk, spit as lube, kidnapping, non-sexual bondage, gagged and bound reader, escape attempt, chasing, shocked reader, broken reader, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.7k (I hope you enjoy this Halloween meal I have prepared for you all.)

You had wanted to go for years to see all the animals of East Africa and finally you had managed to make it happen.

But then at one of the rest stops you had spent a bit too long in the restroom and the vehicle full of tourists had just up and left without you.

Now you were stranded in the savanna with this little bathroom stop being the only structure for miles. You were about to make a U-turn back into the restroom to just hide in until the next tour arrived, but you heard a cackling laugh.

Thinking that someone was there you turned around and called out.

“Hello, is someone there?”

No response. You turned back towards the door and were pulled back suddenly. You were quickly gagged and bound before a large bag was wrapped around your head.

It felt as if you had been slung over the shoulders of someone very strong as your captor began hauling you back home. Even through the sack on your head you could smell his strong scent.

All you could perceive was a demented cackle but after a while your abductor spoke. Apparently he wasn’t alone. They spoke with frightening alien voices that were high pitched to match the laughing.

“I can’t believe we found a mate so easily!”

“Yeah! Normally when we smell a good one the humans get in that contraption and drive off before we can catch up.”

What were they? They spoke as if they were not human at all.

Then a third voice spoke up.

“I found 'em, I get to mate first!”

Oh god, they were going to rape you. They’d probably rape you then kill you and dump your corpse for some animals to rip apart. You couldn’t stop the hot tears from streaming down your cheeks, running as if trying to escape the fate you were sure you were about to experience.

“Hey, it smells scared.”

“I like it, it’s kinda cute.”

The one that was holding you stroked your back in what was probably meant to be a soothing gesture, but its claws lightly grazed you and only brought forth more fear.

“Don’t worry, we will keep you safe and warm and fed, and all nice and full of dick. What more could a little mate want??”

As terrifying as that last part was, at least it didn’t sound as if they were going to kill you.

But that night as they removed the bag around your head and the gag from your mouth you almost wanted to be dead.

You were outside of a cave. Terrifying hyena-like visages stared down at you. Tall and intimidating, muscular bodies completely covered in fur. One was black furred, one red, and one tawny and spotted. They wore only tattered loincloths.

They had rounded ears, hungry eyes, sharp teeth and claws. Clearly apex predators.

Gnolls. You never imagined that monsters such as these prowled the savanna in real life.

You were too shocked to even scream so you just cried silently. One of them leaned down and stroked the tears off of your face.

“No need to be scared, even if it is cute~ We won’t leave you behind like your own kind did.”

They all began removing their loincloths revealing large and strikingly thick cocks on each of them. You screamed as best you could through your still present gag at the sight. You didn’t want that in you.

They surrounded you, undid your binds, and took your clothes off. You didn’t bother with struggling, too scared of what their claws and teeth could do to you if you rebelled.

Then they did something you did not expect. They each grabbed their cock, aimed at you, and began pissing. Your entire body was drenched in the foul liquid.

One of them chuckled at your obvious disgust.

“Sorry, gotta mark our territory.”

They took you into the cave, drenched and naked, and finally removed the gag from your mouth. You knew screaming would do nothing to help you since there was surely no help nearby, so you resorted to the only option you had left available to you. Begging.

They ignored you and only laughed.

“Do you think we are stupid? When else are we gonna find a nice mate all ready to be taken?”

“Yeah, you’re ours and you can’t do anything about it.”

The spotted one, the one that seemed to love your dismay and tears, licked your cheek and placed you on what passed as bedding for these beasts. You were on your back with your legs on his shoulders, pleading and crying the entire time.

He didn’t go in dry, thankfully. He opted instead to sniff at your enticing entrance, giving it a few tentative licks, before going feral and lapping at it like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Thick gobs of drool drenching your hole, his tongue twirling circles in you and stretching you out a bit.

When he couldn’t hold himself back anymore he jammed his dick right into you, hilting himself to his large testicles in one hard plunge.

You screamed as loudly as you were able as despite the stretching and slippery drool his thick member still opened you up painfully. You were sure you’d rip something.

With your mouth open from yelling, the black furred one took the opportunity to ram his sweaty dick right down your throat. You were dizzy not just from lack of oxygen but from the scent of his cock.

You gagged helplessly as your throat bulged out with each thrust, and you were sure your abused hole was bleeding by now with how hard the spotted gnoll was pounding into you.

They began using you like a two way fleshlight, establishing a rhythm. The spotted gnoll would pull you towards him by your hips and slam you down on his prick before the black furred gnoll would pull you the other way and impale your face and throat on his.

All the while the red one jerked himself off while watching.

You could barely cling to consciousness as you were so thoroughly abused on both ends but finally they both pumped into you. You were forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of musky gnoll seed at the same time that a massive load was being dumped into you from the other end.

They both finally pulled out and you thought that your ordeal was finally over. You gasped for breath, shaking as you sobbed.

But you were not allowed much time to recover, you had forgotten about the red gnoll. His cock was slightly smaller, and he was less brutal in wielding it, going slow enough for you to manage to feel some pleasure in this whole horrible ordeal.

Though that was almost worse. At least when you felt pain you didn’t feel the guilt that came with your body betraying you.

You felt immensely dirty and ashamed as you came.

They all cuddled you and cleaned up the cum as it leaked down your soft human thighs. Running their hands over you and licking you affectionately as you cried yourself to sleep.

For over a week after that, you were on autopilot. Broken and in despair. The gnolls didn’t care, they were sure you’d come around eventually. As long as they had you there they were happy. They cooked for you, cleaned you, reapplied their “scent mark”, and cuddled you and told you how happy you made them.

And every few days they’d breed you again. Though they were a bit gentler given your weak human constitution. Bakari, the spotted one, was always the most eager to stuff you full of his seed. Kito, the gentlest one forced himself into you less often but cuddled you and babied you constantly. And the black-furred Akida behaved in a way that fell in between the other two.

But no matter who did what to you, you barely reacted.

But one day, you were no longer catatonic. But you didn’t let them know that.

Instead you waited until they were all asleep together one night. You carefully extracted yourself from their grasp. And you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you.

You had no idea what direction you were heading or where anything was, probably why they had put the bag over you when bringing you here, but that did not slow you down in the least. You didn’t care where you ended up or what happened to you as long as you were far away from your abusers.

But even that was too much to hope for. You were sure you had managed to escape but then you heard the cackling. You knew right away that there was no escaping them now. It was close and from all directions.

Suddenly you were on all fours, pushed into the dirt from behind before being forced into a face down ass up position.

“I thought you had learned to be good!” That was the unmistakable voice of Bakari, the most violent of the three, “I guess we have to REALLY show you your place.”

“You were being such a good mate for us, so well behaved.” That was Kito. He almost sounded hurt. Like you had betrayed him.

Bakari ripped your clothes off, shredding them into confetti, before lining up his dick with your hole and driving it right into you with no prep or lubrication. This was far more painful than the first time he had taken you.

He fucked you right into the dirt, thrust after thrust, taking a sadistic pleasure from your tears and pained wailing.

It was by far the worst thing you had ever felt.

He finally emptied his nuts into you and bit your neck hard as he did so. Blood welling up where he had bitten you. It would certainly scar so you would never forget who owned you.

But even then his cruelty wasn’t at an end. He kept his cock in you as he began draining his bladder into your pained hole.

“Gotta mark your insides as property too since what we were doing before clearly wasn’t enough for you.”

It burned all the sores and tears he had created from railing you so hard.

And he was just the first… you would have to endure the other two doing the exact same things to you before finally being given a break and taken home where they would nurse your bites and clean you up and treat you like their sweet little mate.

[mochimoqa]

The Climax Problem

Literally thought that this was so funny and I wanted to make it a small story lol

Also, this was basically from this post by @faretheeoscar

This is the link to the original post! ^^

Gender neutral Y/n x Steven Grant

Warning: 18+ Mentioning of climaxing (aka: c*mming), some inappropriate jabs here and there

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

We all know of how innocent Steven is and crazy for you. But him releasing during a make out session? That's crazier.

You cupped his face as you kissed him passionately. Your tongue fighting with his and moaning into each other's mouths. You gently pulled his curls as he moaned from the action.

The passion needed to die down as you needed to go to work.

"I gotta go, baby." You pecked his lips and he responded with a small whines.

"A- Alright, love! I'll be waiting for you!" He waved goodbye to you as you waved back and closed the door.

Steven sighed as he looked at his pants. The noticeable bulge in his pants as he unzipped them and revealed a patch of his seed in his boxers.

"Bloody hell..." Steven mumbled to himself.

He got up and took off his pants and boxers to the dirty laundry. He walked to the restroom and looked at the mirror.

"Why do I even do that..." He massaged his temples.

"Looks like someone has a hard time to stop cumming." Marc looked at Steven in the mirror with his little smirk.

"Look, I just can't help it...! Y/n makes me feel so good! I- I- I just can't help it!"

Steven turned around facing at another mirror staring at his reflection.

"You gotta ask some advice for that problem of yours, hermano." Jake crossed his arms and cocked a eyebrow.

"You don't think I know that, Jake?"

He sighed as he cleaned himself with a wet towel.

"Have you ever tried to masterbate before? That could help you, Steven." Marc chuckled.

"What!? Marc! You know I could never do that! And I'm gonna wait til I marry Y/n...! How could you even think of that!?

"Steven, you poor sad little virgin." Marc sighed.

"What about you go on reddit and go to r/Advice?" Jake smirked.

"Reddit...? No, I shouldn't..."

"It's the only thing to help you." Jake chuckled lightly.

"D'oh... alright..." Steven sighed as he grabbed some new boxers and put them on.

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"Steven, I'm home!!" You placed your bag on the floor as you took off your shoes. You walked into your shared bedroom and see him laying down.

You laid down next to him and peppered his face with small kisses.

"Hi." You smiled lightly and played with his curls.

"Hey..." He smiled lightly but then faltered to a small frown.

"Aww... what's wrong...?" You cupped his face.

"It's uhm..." He sighed. "Love, uhm... during out make out sessions... I uh... I cum."

You frozed when you heard that.

"Like, pre-cum or...?"

"No, like full-on climax... and it's embarrassing... just instantly releasing during a make out session...! And I went to Reddit for advise... I- I just know that you're gonna judge me..."

"Steven, that's not embarrassing at all... to be honest, I find that really flattering."

"Really...?"

"Yes, it makes me feel good. It let's me know of how good I can make you really feel..." You leaned into him and gently kissed him softly.

He pulled away and smiled.

"Thank you, love..."

This got me cracking up 💀

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this :]

[outro-jo]

NCT Dream and who’s taking the couch

pairing: nct dream members x reader (gender neutral)

type: scenario 

summary: how the nct dream members deal with arguments and who’s taking the couch when things get too heated

warnings: mentions of arguing

a/n: please read info before requesting 🤍

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mark- genuinely confused and conflicted. he’s mad too and knows you both just need some space right now but he doesn’t want you taking the couch. as comfortable as your couch is, it’s not that comfortable to sleep on… according to his brother who came to visit. he’ll probably end up going to the dorms or staying with one of the other boys but he leaves you with a kiss and reminds you that he still loves you. 

renjun- he doesn’t really have a choice. you’ve already gotten a blanket and you’re on the couch, kicking him out of the living room. he sighs and sits in the door way of your shared bedroom. technically he’s “out” of the living room but he falls asleep in the door frame. your heart breaks when you get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and he’s there, slumped over. you kiss his cheeks to wake him up and sleepily lead him over to the bed. “you owe me a neck massage” he mumbles before going back to bed.

jeno- STUBBORN! if you need the space he’s more than willing to let you have it. and he’s too heated (aries in his chart) to even think about swapping places with you but he’s still a softie so he can’t bring himself to shut the door on you. one of you is going to cave it’s just a matter of who will do it first. did i mention jeno was stubborn? 

haechan- “fine! i won’t stop you!” but it only take about 10 mins before he’s out there whining about how cold the bed is without you and lays on top of you. as much as he likes to tease that you’re obsessed with him, he’s even more obsessed with you. 

jaemin- lord, the ego in this argument, bless his heart. but as soon as you mention that you’re gonna take the couch he stops. he thinks of the nights when he’s on tour and you’re not there. he’s made promises to himself that he has to keep, namely never taking you for granted and never missing an opportunity to fall asleep with you in his arms (and vice versa. we love a little spoon). so he takes a deep breath, swallows his pride, and asks you to reconsider. either that or he’ll just sleep on the couch with you and then you’ll both be grumpy the next day. 

chenle- he knows you have to have your way so he relents but he’d much rather make up. he doesn’t sleep at all, he’s just on his phone, looking at his collection of photos of you he has, making himself sadder before you come to the door ready to make up. 

jisung- feisty when he gets angry, pretty much matching your energy but he still cares for you more than anything. as soon as you mention sleeping on the couch he immediately says no and that he’ll take it if you need space. but he comes to the door a few hours later complaining that he’s cold

[ivystoryweaver]

With You Part 2

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Summary: Your fiancé Marc experiences his first hangover in 2 years. Can he face you in the light of day, and admit to you and Steven what he knows about another alter?

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader. Gender neutral reader, though there is one optional fiancé(e) and muñeca(o). (Reader’s choice). No use of Y/N. Reader is engaged to Marc and Steven.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/notables: Angst, comfort, hangover (ish), cursing, cuddles in bed, assumptions, longing, feeling inadequate, brief reference to past trauma, self-worth probs (I mean, it’s Marc). Let me know if I missed a warning. Banter? If mild sarcasm bothers anyone... Probably inaccurate DID, based on the show.

Dividers by saradika

Steven fell asleep right away - for that, you were grateful. But sleep did not come easily for you. As Steven nestled into the crook of your neck, arm slung across your torso, you could only hope he would sleep off that three-quarters bottle of whiskey.

Pushing your fingers through his soft curls, you pressed your lips to his temple, waiting until his breathing slowed and steadied before confessing into the stillness of the night.

“Marc...I know you can’t hear me right now...” Your lip trembled as you pulled his body closer, gently twisting his soft strands around your fingers. “But we love you. We’re with you. Nothing will change that.”

You supposed it could be considered odd to be speaking to Marc even though it was Steven who fell asleep tangled up in you. And perhaps it was also presumptuous to speak on Steven’s behalf, to Marc. But you knew it was true.

The next morning, you woke up first, after a few, merciful hours of sleep. You hoped not to disturb the man beside you, carefully slipping away from his grasp. After a quick trip to the restroom to freshen up, you clambered to the kitchen, cursing yourself for not grabbing your fluffy slippers or a thick pair of Steven’s fuzzy socks. Your damn, drafty flat was going to give you all pneumonia, you were certain of it. 

To that end, you started preparing both coffee and tea, unsure of which handsome man would be enduring a hangover this morning. For Steven, you oscillated between a red and a golden tea - hibiscus or chamomile. Marc may have been born and raised in Chicago, but Steven Grant did not mess around about tea. 

Finally deciding on the hibiscus, you grabbed the air tight canister of tea leaves - there would be no dreadful teabags (as your darling Brit quoted Dame Julie Andrews) in your flat. 

Hopefully Marc would drink the tea, but, just in case, you put on the very impressively American coffee maker before finding the bread for some toast.

After everything was hot and ready to go, you crept back into the bedroom, figuring it all might go cold before your sleepy headed fiancé roused. No matter. You just wanted to be prepared.

You didn’t have to wait long because someone stirred just as you pulled on the fluffiest pair of socks with little goldfish (a Hanukkah present to Steven last year) and threw Marc’s favorite tan hoodie over your white t-shirt. Your legs were still bare and you decided that at least your grumpy, hungover boys might have a silly sight to wake up to, if nothing else.

Easing down beside your love, you gently raked your hand through his bedhead, probably your favorite way to (innocently) touch them. 

With a groan, your fiancé squinted, throwing a dramatic arm over his eyes, as if a thousand suns were burning them. (It was still dark in the bedroom). 

“Oh, god,” Marc uttered, his arm flopping back on the mattress. 

You adored Steven, but you were thrilled it was Marc. You needed to speak to him, or at least take care of him. 

“Good morning,” you softly greeted, reaching to massage his temples before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Mm-mm, bad morning,” he groaned, rolling over and burying his face in your stomach. His hands somehow conveniently slid right inside his hoodie and underneath your t-shirt, which sent you toppling over, giggling elatedly. 

Marc was a very pouty but adorable puppy sometimes. Grumpiness just worked on him. You liked to joke with him that he would make the cutest grumpy old grandpa someday. Thankfully, he was more interested in using your tummy as a pillow at the moment than the heaping shame and anguish from last night. 

“Thirsty,” he murmured, nuzzling against you. Damn, it was too bad he didn’t feel good, because he was unintentionally turning you on. 

“I got you, baby,” you whispered, prying yourself from his grasp to get his breakfast.

“No, don’t go,” he protested, locking his arms around you, his hot breath falling on the exposed skin of your abdomen, where your shirt had bunched up. “You’re m’pillow.” His words came out all muffled and so, so cute. 

God, he was distracting. “Are you calling me fluffy?” You teased. “I was just going to get you some water. And maybe some aspirin?”

“Wanna sleep,” came his mumbled reply. “You left me.”

“To make you some coffee, you baby,” you playfully shot back, finally climbing out of his grasp.

A few minutes later, you returned with a tray filled with tea, coffee, toast, water and painkillers, only to find Marc planted face first in the pillows. How he managed to look so damn good after downing a bottle of whiskey and sleeping five hours, you would never know. As his muscular back expanded with a deep breath, you almost tossed the tray full of remedies to the side and climbed on top of him.

Later, maybe. 

After a little coaxing, he finally sat up, taking the prepared tray onto his lap. Simply seeing what you’d done to ease his pain this morning reminded him of his shameful display last night. His eyes flickered over to yours, dropping down to the gesture of care and love.

“You...” He exhaled shakily, “you didn’t have to do all this.”

There was no need to argue over breakfast. You gently smiled in return, rubbing his forearm comfortingly. “I made you coffee, but...maybe you’ll try the tea? Steven says the antioxidants--”

“I was an asshole.” His jaw clenched, his gaze now fixed on your hand. The tenderness of your touch burned him with shame.

“You were?” your eyebrow shot up questioningly. “Hm...”

Marc was used to this from you. Just like you had taken a swig of his whiskey last night, your nonchalant reply should not have surprised him in the least. 

You were a champion of the real. He had never met a soul like you, and that’s probably why he was insanely in love with you.

All that mattered to you was the reality of any given situation - what was right in front of you. You were so damn hard to fight with because ... well, you didn’t fight. And for someone as self-punishing as Marc, who spent his youth hearing what a miserable failure of a human being he was, it took him a long time to understand that your steady gentility and raw honesty were not dismissive of his trauma. No, you met it, and him, head on, accepting him and loving him exactly how he was.

You had never asked him to change, never expected him to be anyone other than exactly who he was. After years of self-sabotage, it was unimaginable to him to not have to live up to someone’s standard. He never had successfully lived up to anything, in his mind. 

But you were different. The first time you “fought” had blown him away. He snapped at you, feeling inadequate over one thing or another and you simply said, “No.” He thought you were being dismissive of him, maybe even mocking him, but you were as earnest as ever, telling him, “You think that now. That’s okay. I simply disagree.” Then you kissed your thumb and pressed it to the grumpy crease between his downturned eyebrows. “I love you exactly how you are, Marc.” 

It was the first time you’d said you loved him and he was just...speechless. You then kissed the corner of his mouth and carried on with the evening. That’s why it was so easy to tell you about Steven. 

“I don’t remember you being an asshole,” you shrugged, bringing his mind back to the present. “But I do remember you being upset. And crying.” Scooting a little closer, you twisted the cap off the bottle of painkillers. “You wanna tell me about that?”

He watched your hands, pouring a couple pain pills into your palm, picking up the glass of cool water to make him an offering. His eyes met yours and he knew you were there to ease his pain in every possible way. 

Still, it was so hard for him. And anything too hard typically led to disassociation. 

To gain an extra moment, he took the medicine, gulping down the entire glass of water. 

“Now, what sounds best?” You sweetly asked, nodding to the tray, your gentle smile completely melting him.

“I-I don’t think Steven and I are alone...in the body,” he gulped, his eyes wide and worried. 

Sitting up straighter, you slowly nodded, reaching to take the tray from his lap and set it safely on the night table, giving him time to say more, if he would.

That’s all he said.

Shit, you suddenly worried you didn’t know how to ask questions without sounding offensive, despite the library’s worth of research you had done on DID. But you weren’t an investigative journalist, you were this man’s fiancé(e). So you would start with him. 

“And that scares you, Marc? Upsets you?” 

He glared at you. “Obviously.” Then shook his head. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

You swallowed, trying to proceed carefully. It was so, so good that he was opening up to you. Instead of playing a guessing game, you decided to be your normal, candid self. 

“Do you know who it is?”

He sort of did. Another man.

“Does he have a name?” 

Lockley. He was pretty sure.

“Have I met him?”

His dark eyes locked onto yours. “I don’t know. Have you?”

Well that certainly explained one reason he was so terrified. 

“No, I don’t think so. Does Steven know?”

Marc reluctantly confessed how hard he’d tried to hide it from Steven. 

“I knew this was all too good to be true,” he brokenly whispered, eyes downcast once more. “You, me, Steven, free...happy.”

“We are those things,” you agreed, keeping him focused on the here, now - the real. “A change doesn’t mean we weren’t those things, all this time.”

“You don’t understand...” Marc rubbed his eyes in frustration (with himself) and tried to ignore his growing headache. Maybe he really should eat and drink something. He tried to tell you about Khonshu. He was going to tell you everything, and Steven too. But it was too much at once, so you found yourself with Steven once more. 

Steven was very impressed with your choice of “hangover tea” and made sure the body got the nourishment, rest and shower it so needed. He missed his morning classes at uni, but did manage to make it to his shift at the university library, which ran from mid-afternoon to early evening. 

Since Steven seemed to determined to not miss a shift over a hangover, you decided to go ahead and work your shift at the hospital, as planned. The two of you would meet back at your flat for some supper and then, hopefully at least one of you could get some more information out of Marc.

Things didn’t go as planned. 

You returned home, assuming your fiancé would be there, just the same as the previous, fateful, sobriety-breaking night, but no one was home.

You looked around the flat, texted, called. Started dinner. Texted.

Took a shower, called. Called the university library - no Steven. 

Shit. 

Dinner was cold, you had texted the boys a novel, likely filled up their mailbox with voicemails. It was a desperate look - you were aware, but the worst thing you could imagine, aside from the actual worst thing that could happen to a person, was that maybe Marc was on a bender somewhere? It wasn’t exactly his drinking style, even back in the day, but...

Your feet were going to wear holes in the goldfish socks from all the pacing. It was past bedtime, midnight, 1am...should you call the police?

You were now truly, deep-in-your-bones terrified. In four years, neither Steven or Marc had ever just disappeared like this, not without telling you. Sometimes they could be a little radio silent when Khonshu was involved, but...

Maybe they weren’t them. Maybe it was the other. The new alter. Well, new to your boys anyway. You didn’t know anything about him, but one of the first things you wanted to know was - did he possess the ability to reply to a damn text message?

You got your answer twenty minutes later when you heard the slightest thump come from your bedroom. Hoping you had imagined the sound in your intense worry, you engaged in stupid-horror-movie-behavior and went to check out the sound, in the dark.

The moonlit profile of your fiancé sent a dozen feelings through your mind and heart at once, but as usual, you went with the borderline comical response first.

“Did you just come in through the window?”

Dark eyes snapped over to you as...Marc? pulled a flat cap off his head, loosening his curls. Tossing it to the side, he reached for the fingers of dark leather gloves, pulling them loose one at a time, but saying nothing.

You gulped. “Marc?”

Once the fingers of his glove were loosened, he discarded it and reached to work on the other hand, his body language holding none of Marc’s sorrowful tension, nor Steven’s anxious hunching. He moved with ease, dropping his second glove before pulling off his leather jacket. One you’d never seen, actually. You could tell that even in the dark.

Then he eased toward you confidently, like a panther, reaching to pull loose the tie around his neck. Okay, not Marc.

Once the dark tie was free of his neck, he toyed with it in his hands, wrapping it around one fist as his head cocked to the side. 

You forgot to breathe for a second. 

He finally let the thin fabric drift down to the floor and reached for the buttons of his white shirt.

Okay, enough. “You’re not Marc,” you uttered desperately, taking one step back. “Are you?” 

He matched your step backward with a step forward. Then he shook his head once. 

Oh. What had Marc said this morning? “L-Lockley? Is that right?”

He froze.

You decided, in that fleeting moment, to deal with the reality in front of you. You drew a steadying breath, releasing the fear and worry that had plagued you all night. Clearly, he was right in front of you, so he was at least safe. And despite the very distracting sort of striptease thing he just did, he admitted he was another.

So you weren’t going to be afraid anymore and give in to bullshit stereotypes. 

You stepped forward. “Do you know who I am? I live here, with you.”

He nodded. 

He was frustrating, this one. Sighing, you rubbed your tired eyes. “Have we met before, Lockley?”

The slightest smirk pulled up the corner of his mouth. 

“Jake.” 

He inched closer. 

“But you can call me anything you want.”

Well, damn. Huffing out a laugh, you quickly regained your footing. “Smooth. Never heard that one before...Lockley.”

His smirk eased into the slightest smile, but his eyes remained dark, boring into yours before tracing down the shape of your body. 

“I can see why they’re so taken with you, muñeca(o).” 

You always knew the right thing to say with Marc and Steven like 100%, all the time, but damn if this window-crawling, stripteasing man with the velvety chocolate voice didn’t have you stumped. 

Showing you a bit of pity, he extended his hand, offering a proper introduction. “Jake Lockley.”

But once you extended your own hand, he gently grasped your fingers, bending over slightly to lay a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Pleasure,” you shot back, taking his hand and kissing it right back. 

He chuckled lowly as you retreated. 

“Listen, Jake,” you said his first name pointedly, “I’m glad you’re okay. I was really worried tonight. Do you happen to know where my fiancé’s phone is?”

Eyeing you carefully, he reached down to grab his leather jacket, producing Marc and Steven’s phone from the pocket. Handing it over as a peace offering, you sighed, a little relieved it wasn’t lost, only to realize it was powered off. 

“Do you always turn off their phone?” You challenged, attempting to turn it on when you realized...

“It’s dead,” he explained, seeming the slightest bit unsure for the first time this evening. “I was going to...I thought you would be asleep.”

You frowned, confused.

“When I got back,” he clarified, his accent clearly American, although from a different region than Marc’s, it seemed. “I thought you would be asleep, like usual, and when you woke up, one of them would be with you.”

“Like usual?” You gasped. “You come in through the window while I’m asleep...like usual?”

Shit, it kind of sounded creepy said aloud like that. Jake knew meeting you would be a disaster. He really should have paid attention to whether you were really sleeping before he ninja’d his way inside. 

“Look, cariño, don’t worry about it,” he deflected, returning to the task of unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll be gone as soon as I fall asleep.”

“No,” you protested, moving close to him - as close as you dared. “No, I don’t want you to go. I just met you.”

His confident, dark gaze softened, and he almost dared to hope...

“Look,” you tried again, “I just want to know why we haven’t met before. And why Marc is so upset. And why is he drinking again--”

“Marc was drinking? Shit,” he uttered, pacing away from you. Jake had always successfully evaded his alters, and made a point to do so as he continued their life in the service of Khonshu. 

He should have seen this coming. Most of the scum he took care of in the dark of night didn’t even make him break a sweat, with or without the healing armor of an ancient god. But as word of a powerful nighttime avenger spread in the underworld of London, threats arose equal to the threat Jake posed. 

Just a few days ago, some asshole with powers of his own got the better of him, knocking him out cold. Jake had assumed that Khonshu had intervened but now he wondered...

If Marc woke up in the Moon Knight suit, he would absolutely freak the hell out. Which...now that he thought about it, he had no memory of getting home that night. 

This was just perfect. Jake could live without Marc and Steven knowing about him. He’d lived that way all this time, but you were something else. He hadn’t wanted to meet you like this. He had screwed up, and now you were only worried about Marc. He was worried too, honestly.

Now you would never want to know him.

[erinfern0]

behind closed doors.

john price x gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: getting handsy during a group dinner seems fun, all until you two get too desperate. he's too much of a gentleman to fuck you in a public restroom, that's why you two end up driving back home, too needy to care about anything else in the world.

warnings: semi-public teasing, bent over a drawer, light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, mention of safeword and aftercare.

a/n: this is the second part of 'the moment they stop looking', so I recommend reading that one first.

It went as you expected it — John was teasing you all the way home. Started off very mild, just holding your hand while driving, trying his best not to get too distracted by you. He then began to kiss your hand, then moved it down his pants with a smirk, knowing just how much you need more. “Safety first.” or “Don't get too greedy, love.” fell from his lips every time you tried to move your hand further, craving to have him there and then. Safety first.

The ride wasn't long, but the more time passed, the more desperate you two were, almost undressing each other with your eyes. Every time your hand groped his thigh, his breath shuttered, gazing at you from the corner of his eye.

The worst part was when you had to stop by the red lights as both of you tried hard not to undress right there. He'd kiss your cheek, neck, and shoulder, huffing against your skin when he felt your fingers messing with his hair. You had to push him away when the lights turned green, so he wouldn't start traffic.

His annoyed groan made you giggle as you played with his hair, allowing him to drive in please all the way to your shared house. He harshly pulled up to the driveway, stopping as close to the door as he could before he left the car. Usually, you'd wait for him to open the door, but this time you were in a rush too.

Getting out of the car, you smiled so widely it hurt, watching him fondle the keys and looking around to find you mere centimeters behind him. He stole a small peck from your lips with a surprised groan as soon as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

You two almost fall into the hallway as the door unlocks, chuckling into each other's mouths. His breath is warm, making you dizzy with the combination of soft, hungry kisses and his beard tickling your face. John closes the door behind you, and you use it to your advantage as you push him against the door.

Pulling him by his belt is a very dangerous game, and you know it all too well, but you just can't help it. As soon as you catch his gaze, you grab his belt and pull him towards you, causing the hazed and confused soldier to desperately chase after your lips with shaking hands traveling over your body.

John breaks the kiss only to let you two catch your breaths, gasping for air with closed eyes, his nose rubbing against yours. This time, the kiss is slow and calm, not as erratic as the previous one. It allows you to truly remind yourself how much you need each other, and how you'll always end up craving the other one, no matter how much time has passed.

“Are you going to tap out?” he asks teasingly, rubbing your hips against the material of your clothes. His eyes light up with that sweet, lustful sparkle you loved so much.

You just shake your head lightly, pressing another kiss to his jaw, running down to trace the curve of his neck. “No way.” you chuckle against his skin, smiling as you nibble on his ear. “You trained me too well, captain.”

The gasp that escapes his mouth makes your legs shiver and your own mouth water. John's grip on your sides tightens in a silent approval of your words. “Think we can make it to the bedroom, love?” he inquires, catching a glimpse of your eyes before you slowly get on your knees in front of him.

You don't waste your time, nuzzling your face into his thighs as your hands reach over to unbuckle his belt. The loud clank of metal makes him look down, pure adoration filling his eyes as he watches you take care of him so well.

“You're goin' to be the death of me one day, fuck.” he swears under his breath, one hand resting on top of your head as he guides you. You know him so well, making him so, so proud of you when you drag his pants down to his ankles, taking what you want.

Your eyes flutter as you see the dark stain on his boxers, which are definitely too tight for him like this. You chuckle and press a single kiss on his clothed, sloppy tip, humming at the taste you craved all evening.

His muscles tense, especially the ones in his thighs and abs, trying to keep himself quiet. His brows furrow as he tugs on your hair, silently asking for more. You comply, pressing your hot, wet tongue over the slit, smiling. “Cut the teasing, love.” his voice is lower than usual, aroused and pleasingly vibrating in his throat as he tries not to moan at such a simple touch.

Nodding your head, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to make it pool on the floor with his pants. His cock is harder than you imagine, almost hitting your face as you set it free. You whimper at just the sight, licking the underside of his length.

John's Adam's apple bobs impatiently as he looks at you, admiring the view of you on your knees for him, leaving tiny licks and kisses all over his dick with such focus that it makes him think you're already addicted.

“Such a naughty thing you are.” he breathes out, when your hand starts to stroke his base, smearing his precum all over your lips. “Can't even get to the bedroom, huh?”

His teasing makes you warmer on the face, licking his arousal off your mouth. “You're the one who had to drag me out of dinner, remember?” you reply, standing up on your cotton-like legs just to lean against the dresser behind you. “Touching me under the table when nobody was looking. Such a shame, I really enjoyed their company.” you fake pout and look away.

Seconds later, you're being turned around, your pelvis pressed against the furniture for him to just grab your ass in both hands, resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Not my fault, you look so goddamn beautiful. How can you expect me to behave?“ he rasps behind you, one hand pulling down your pants.

You shiver beneath his much bigger frame, feeling him sucking hickeys all over your neck and shoulders while leaving light spanks over your ass and outer thighs, reminding you how much power he has over you. You melt underneath him, so overwhelmed by the way you desperately grind your hips against the dresser.

John leans back for a second, admiring the few handprints he left on you, smiling at his creation and the effect he has on you. The way you keep chanting pleases to him makes his want for you even stronger. “Think you can take it like this?” he whispers against your ear, fingers soothing red marks on your ass while he kisses your back.

You nod your head, unable to form any sentences as you grip the dresser a little tighter. Feeling him wrap one arm around your torso makes you exhale loudly, knowing that no matter what, he's going to take care of you.

The hallway gets filled with the sound of him spitting on his hand, whispering praises as he slides his slick fingers over your needy hole. He feels as you subconsciously tighten around nothing, silently begging for him to finally fill you up.

“John, fuck, please.” you whimper, arching your back to push your body against his. Your mind's fogged up, almost too overwhelmed with how much you need him. You want him so bad it hurts, almost unbearable when you reach back to guide his hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” he nods his head, pressing his lips together as he tries to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to harm you, but the way you keep pushing his fingers against your entrance has him second-guessing himself. “You remember your safeword, correct?”

You fight the urge to smile, thinking that even when you are both so desperate, all he cares about is your comfort. It's good, you think to yourself, you get too reckless when you want him inside of you that bad it could end poorly for your body.

Nodding your head, you bend over the drawer a little more, exposing the marks he left on you a little more. John curses under his breath, aligning his throbbing cock with your sweet, pulsating entrance.

You gasped at the feeling of his thick cockhead prodding at your hole, slowly stretching you out and molding into the shape of him that your body knows so well. You admire how much he holds himself back not to harm you, his hips start to roll against yours in such a slow, sensual manner it drives your senses wild.

His free hand holds your chin, guiding you to turn your head towards him, connecting your lips to silence your moans combined with his groans. The other hand slowly moves your hips against his allowing you to find the pace that feels the best.

You start to find a rhythm that has your legs shaking every time he hits that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you. His hips snap against yours with such force it makes the dresser repeatedly bump into the wall in front of you. John's fingers deliciously dig into the skin on your hip, probably leaving behind lots of bruises that you'll care about later.

All that matters now is how he keeps pounding into you, relentlessly panting and groaning into your mouth as you reach one hand back to pull his hair. A choked-back moan escapes his lips at the slight sting of your nails digging into his scalp.

John knows you're close, feeling your body picking up the pace just to bring that release sooner. No words, just grunts leave his mouth as he complies with your request, rolling his hips deeper, rougher, and faster into your perfect hole.

“That's it.” he whispers against your ear, pressing his torso into your back. You can feel the sweat-covered hair on his chest rub into your skin, his musk combined with your arousal makes you lose all control, turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. “You're goin' to take all my cum, yeah? Fucking take it, baby.”

He throws his head back, amused by the lustful ah ah ah's that you cry out with each one of his thrusts. Your body tenses, legs shivering as your orgasm washes over you like a waterfall. His words caused you to cum so quickly that you didn't even expect it. You've created such a mess of yourself, arousal sticking not only to your thighs but also to the drawer.

Soon enough, John keeps his promise as you feel his cum being pumped right into your hole. That slick, warm semen kept you panting, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he came, whispering your name over and over until he was done. The movement of his hip slowed down and then stopped completely, letting you feel his warm length buried so deep within you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, panting heavily as he brushes your hair off your forehead and face. It's pleasingly quiet now, the only sounds in the room being his heartbeat and you two trying to catch your breaths. You stay open-mouthed as he presses gentle kisses to your temple and cheek, wrapping his arms around your form to make sure you don't fall.

“Feeling okay?” he questioned, rubbing his forehead into your skin. You quickly wrapped your arms around his that were resting on your stomach, interlocking your fingers together.

“Better than ever, captain.” you murmur and close your eyes, embracing yourself in the warmth of his body.

He laughs brightly, nudging your cheek with his nose. You can't help but giggle, knowing how much he loves when you call him that. Your body feels putty in his strong arms and you allow yourself to fully melt against him.

“I'm going to pull out, my love.” John warns you, allowing you to take a deep breath before he swiftly slides out of you. Despite your intentions, you hear yourself gasping in the discomfort of our walls clenching around nothing, the pleasing burn reminding you of all the sinful things that just happened.

His fingers quickly find your entrance, soothing it in slow circles. He presses soft kisses over the marks on your neck, silently apologizing for his roughness. “I am okay, John.” you whisper breathlessly, leaning more into his touch. He answers you with just a simple sigh, adding another kiss to your skin.

Soon enough, he turns you around and cups your face, looking at your sparkling, hazed eyes and sweat running down your temple. He then kisses your lips, slowly and carefully to let you catch your breath in the meantime.

“How about we shower and I'll get us something nice to eat?” his soft voice catches your attention, making the butterflies in your stomach fly around a little faster. You nod your head and chuckle with exhaustion hitting your head a little.

“Can you guide me there?” you ask quietly as your legs still feel like cotton - wobbly and weak. And you're so happy when he just holds your hand, leading you through the hallway.

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[blues824]

How about headcanons of Trey, Idia, Leona, Malleus and Jamil being called a "handsome prince" and "ruler of my heart" by their s/o?

Gender-neutral Reader

Trey Clover

It was hard being the Vice Housewarden to a tyrant, but after Riddle’s overblot he started feeling more and more appreciated. Once you had gotten into a relationship with him, he felt even more appreciated for his hard work. You would make sure that he doesn’t overwork himself, and you would have him sit whenever you could tell that he was tired.

This was one of those times where you were helping him tidy up to take some of the weight off of his shoulders, when you turned off the water, made him place the bowl he was drying down, and led him to a chair to have him rest. He smiled as you placed your hand gently on his shoulder and called him your handsome, strong prince.

The nickname made him feel a bit giddy and he felt pride welling in his chest; pride that he found someone who loves him and appreciates him, pride that he made you feel that way about him through his actions. He took your hand that was on his shoulder into his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it before letting it fall back onto his shoulder.

Leona Kingscholar

We all know that he likes to sleep… a lot… and we all know that it’s very hard to wake him up from one of his naps. This was especially the case when the lion was using you as a pillow. But, one time, you really had to go use the restroom, and nothing was working to try and get him to wake up. So, as a last resort, you kissed him awake.

It seemed to work, as he let out a groan while he opened his eyes to look at you. He was still half-asleep, but he could catch the words ‘handsome prince’ and ‘bathroom’. Leona reluctantly unraveled his arms from around you and let you go, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep without you.

Once you returned to bed, you gave him a few kisses on the lips as you called him ‘the ruler of your heart’. He had a smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you into him. Within seconds, the man was asleep and he would not wake up for another few hours. Good luck.

Jamil Viper

He had invited you to his upcoming basketball game, and he thought you wouldn’t come until he saw you in the front-row bleachers with a typical NRC pennant and cheering his name. He knew that he had to win for you, and so he played his hardest. His teammates were surprised at his performance on the court.

But, the score came out 34-1, with Jamil carrying his team and earning 26 of those points by intercepting and shooting hoops left and right. After the time ran out and the score was revealed, the NRC bleachers erupted in cheers. Then, the students flooded the court and lifted the team up as though they were lead singers at a concert.

However, Jamil managed to crowd-surf all the way to you, where he touched his feet to the ground and pulled you into his arms. You whispered something, and if he had not been pressed up against you he wouldn’t have heard it. You said, ‘you did well, my handsome prince’ and that sentence made him weak in the knees. It worsened after you gave him a kiss on the cheek to emphasize what you said.

Idia Shroud

Everyone has those days where you’re not feeling the best, and for Idia those days were more common than not. However, today was a particularly bad day. He was hesitant in sending you a text, worried that you might see him as weak and pathetic, but you sent a reply and said that you were on your way and would be there in a few minutes.

Five minutes later, you softly opened his door to see him with a bunch of tissues, dabbing at his eyes as he watched a sad anime. You walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to balance yourself as he wrapped his arms around your torso and burying his face into your shoulder.

The two of you just sat there for a few minutes while you whispered to him how proud you were of him and how he was a ‘handsome prince’ who ‘ruled over your heart’. His hair started glowing pink and red, and his face wasn’t too far off from the same state. But, it did end up helping and you saved him from a depressive episode.

Malleus Draconia

The dragon prince had invited you to a walk at night, and you were very excited. It was a rather cold night, so you made sure to dress accordingly. It was one of the first times where you have seen Malleus dressed casually… well, casually for him. He had on a black turtleneck, dress pants, and a black trench coat. In other words: he looked handsome.

So, as you opened the Ramshackle door to him, he bowed before taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. He never failed to make your heart flutter. He then said, “My darling, you would not believe how happy I am to finally be with you once again”. He was really being dramatic, acting as though you had not taken lunch with him just a few hours ago.

You let out a laugh as you placed a kiss on the fae’s cheek before saying, “Oh, my handsome prince. Do you not remember that you had been following me around campus almost all day?” He stated that he recalled no such thing, and extended his arm for you to take as he led you on your very romantic walk under the moonlight.

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race and any size reader. Thank you for the request; they’re open btw!!!

a/n: pretend Jasper doesn’t exist or they aren’t together, m’kay?

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

INFP

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Good

Aquarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:  

Pair of walking disasters who cannot function without each other

Old married couple even though you aren’t that old

Similar trauma but different ways of coping

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・Alice had visions of you for years before meeting. She would get so excited every time it happened - she yearned for someone to love. 

・She was anxious to meet you, not wanting to make a bad impression. 

・You guys met years before Edward and Bella. You were in your early 20s, barely surviving adulthood when you bumped into a woman at work. 

   “I am so sorry!” You bent down, picking up the books from the floor. 

“No it was my fault-” Alice’s sweet voice seemed to twinkle. 

・She didn’t know you’d be at work that day (she came every day hoping to see you.) And that rainy Tuesday at the book store was your first meeting. 

・Alice is a very romantic person, always bringing flowers, chocolates or gifts. 

    “You really don’t need to do this,” you smiled at her. 

“Oh but I do. I have to make up for the years we haven’t been together.” 

・She wouldn’t tell you about her being a vampire until your 6 month anniversary. It was getting harder and harder to excuse the weird things that had happened. 

・You have an open-mind anyway. And knowing that beings like vampires exist ... it made life seem more interesting. 

・She loves doing your makeup

・Never feeling unsafe whenever Alice is there. You know she could take on anyone/anything. 

・She leaves kiss marks with her lipstick on your books, mirrors etc

・Alice makes you lunch whenever you go to work

・” Do you know how happy you make me?” 

・Sometimes you feel as if she’s waaaay more sophisticated than you, but she always shuts down those thoughts. 

・Always dropping you off/picking you up from work

・She gives you a lot of forehead kisses, although she is shorter than you. You have to lean down or have her on her tippy toes. 

・Very big on affection and PDA. Will kiss you no matter where she is or who you’re with. 

・Alice likes to have her arm linked with yours. It makes her feel grounded - sometimes she feels as if she could float away without you. 

・She hand-makes clothes for you, and they always fit perfectly. Alice has literally perfected sewing and knitting. 

・I can definitely see you guys adopting a cat, a black and grey one that likes to sleep in your lap. 

NSFW🔞minors dni!!!

・Alice is a flurry of hands and lips. She wants all of you and wants you now. 

・Actually will have sex in restrooms, changerooms, the car...

・Alice isn’t overly loud but cannot control her moaning when she’s close to cumming 

・She has a lot of energy and rarely gets tired or bored from sex. Alice also has a high sex drive but she never makes you feel responsible for it. 

・Alice is somewhat experienced, not overly but not completely clueless. 

・I think Alice would like to experiment with sex and kinks. Because she loves you so dearly, she never even looks at anyone with sexual/romantic interest. 

・Her favourite positions are either lotus & cowgirl (with her on top)

・I think Alice would prefer receiving head rather than giving it. She absolutely loves the attention. 

・Alice is a switch though but is more sub than a dom. She likes that you’re in charge and she’s in safe hands. 

・She doesn’t like completely serious sex - giggling and laughing is preferred. 

・Has a praise kink

・She can talk a lot during sex and sometimes she comes out with the most randomest stuff

[mykneeshurt]

so I don't know if you would feel comfortable doing this but could you do the 141 and Alejandro Rudy

So you and them got invited out to go to the bar with the rest of the boys, but before you'll get there you were having measure insecurity problems. but you go anyway because you want to spend time with the guys. You goes to the restroom/bar to get something drink/etc. and when you come back, you see someone flirting with them. so when you pulled them away from that person who was flirting with them said something nasty about you as you guys walk away from the situation walk and it makes you feel worse so how would they comfort you when you get home

I don't know if that makes sense I'm not good writing out that type of stuff but I hope it's good but yeah I hope it's good

Of course! Some fluff and comfort coming up ❤️✨ gender neutral reader

Warnings - low self-esteem, low self-confidence, self-critical reader - I wrote this last night and I didn’t save it ffs

Walking back out of the toilet you saw a young woman, maybe no more than 25 draped over Ghosts shoulder. Flirting relentlessly with any of the boys she could get the attention of. Feeling annoyed you walked over and pulled her off ‘ever heard of personal space?’ You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows furrowed as you shot her a warning glare.

As she met your gaze she rolled her eyes, ‘and who are you?’ She scoffed, clearly thinking a lot about herself. ‘I’m their friend and you’re making quite the spectacle of yourself. Maybe you should have a water.’ She sneered in your direction, judging everything about you. ‘At least I am a spectacle, not some boring lookin’, ugly cretin’ she laughed. Ouch.

Ghost moved her away ‘I don’t think so love, you don’t speak to them like that.’ She rolled her eyes and walked off, to find someone else to annoy. The familiar sting in your chest began to rise, tears hung just under your irises threatening to fall. That critical voice found its feet again, chipping away at your self-confidence.

Needing some fresh air you left the pub, sitting on a near by bench you picked at your thumbs. The voice shouting at you from inside. You were in your own world until a familiar shadow shat next to you on the bench. ‘You ok?’ Soap asked, his soft gentle eyes studied your face, the smile you’d been wearing all evening now lost. You shrugged not wanting to talk. He draped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, ‘don’t listen to her hen, she’s some drunk tit who wanted to make you feel bad, so she could feel good. Ain’t nothing wrong with you.’ He pressed a tender kiss to your temple whilst he rubbed your shoulder.

Wondering where you were Gaz and Rudy came to check on you. Gaz sat on the side side of you as Rudy knelt by your knees. ‘What happened? Saw you leave’ Gaz asked, his voice laced with concern. ‘That woman who was all over Ghost said some horrible shit’ Soap spat, clearly pissed off at how she had made you feel. ‘Oh babe! Take no notice of her, she doesn’t know you. Not like us, and we think you’re pretty incredible’ Gaz said placing his arm on yours. Rudy placed his hands on your knees trying to offer some comfort. ‘The only person who’s important is you. They’re irrelevant to you, they don’t matter. You do.’

You smiled at him, your sad eyes still fighting to hold in the tears. ‘I’m gonna head back’ you said with a sniffle. ‘We’ll come with you.’

Walking back to base Price noticed the change in your demeanour he hurried up to you. ‘Everything ok kid? You ran outta there earlier.’ You sighed and nodded, ‘naw I know you’re lying kid. You upset about what that woman said?’ Nodding again your averted your gaze from his, not wanting him to see how upset you really were. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder ‘oh love, she was talking shit. You’re one of us, family. Nothing anyone says will change that. We love you for who you are.’

You tried to accept what he was saying but you couldn’t. That little voice inside your head still telling you she was right and that you were worthless.

Back at base you went to make a hot drink. Something to distract you from your mind. Hearing a shuffle behind you, you turned and saw Alejandro standing in the doorway. Just seeing him stood there made you burst out crying, the damn of sadness finally breaking. Alejandro pulled you into a tight hug, the feeling of his warm embrace made you cry even more. You felt safe, warm, like you could finally let the catharsis happen. Heavy tears fell onto his jumper as he ran his hand over your head, trying to sooth you. ‘I’m sorry’ you sniffed.

Alejandro pulled away and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. ‘You don’t owe that woman the time of day. She doesn’t know you like we do. That little voice in your head is a lair. You know what we do with liars?’ You shook your head, confused. ‘We kill em!’ You allowed yourself to laugh at this, a real belly laugh. Hearing you chuckle was music to Alejandro’s ears. ‘Thank you’ you smiled, hugging him once more.

As you got back to your room you noticed Ghost stood outside. ‘Hi’ you whispered. Ghost stood there studying your face which was still wet from tears. ‘Mind if I come in?’ Sighing you opened the door and let him in. Walking into the room you sat yourself down on your bed, clutching at your hot drink. ‘Struggling with that voice again?’ Ghost asked as he rested against your desk. ‘Yeah, I just … I don’t know how to deal with it. What that woman said really hurt me.’

Ghost nodded, understanding what you meant. ‘When people pull you down like that it’s cause they’re full of shit and hurting themselves. They bring you down because that’s all they know how to do. They wanna make themselves feel better. You don’t owe them anything.’ You sat taking in what he was saying. You knew he was right, her opinion of you wasn’t important, she didn’t matter. ‘You gonna be ok?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, I think so’ you smiled up at him.

[aclowntiny]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Spa Day With Ateez!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(Gender neutral reader. Warnings: just some suggestive jokes hehe)

Hongjoong

♡ Since his days off can be so few & far between plus going out takes energy for Hongjoong too, you come up with this idea, but it’s him that hardcore falls in love with it, like get ready for him to be extra!

♡ But it’s highkey romantic too because of his natural love of beauty & artistic sense, the restroom filled with fragrant candles. The day was supposed to be your excuse to spoil Hongjoong & force him to rest, but instead he’s making you blush.

♡ As you gush over the effort he made, he looks irrepressibly happy despite the nonchalant comment that ‘If we were having a spa day I figured we would take a bath.’ Well, you did bring bath stuff.

♡ Bombs & petals added to the bath, you guys settle in, Hongjoong offering his hand to help lower you in after him, pulling you against him. He gazes at you with heart eyes as you gently scrub each other clean. Another of your supplies gets pulled out as you open up the fancy sugar scrub you bought, taking turns exfoliating. You also throw in a massage, knowing how hard Ateez’s captain works his muscles & uses bad posture. He makes sure to return the favor & pays back every kiss you give him with one of his own, 😌

♡ Once you’re done in the tub, you guys put on comfy clothes & paint each other’s nails, surprising each other with color & design choices. Hongjoong keeps trying to peek, kissing your hands every time you try to swat him away!

Seonghwa

♡ He lives for your spa days you don’t understand!!! Spoiling you is his absolute pleasure & the fact that you want to do the same for him just melts his heart!

♡ It’s the little intimate things like being the one to tie your hair back & rub a soothing mask onto your cheeks that Seonghwa loves most.

♡ He likes to put on calming music & do DIY self-care, looking up simple avocado mask & sugar scrub recipes to add to the shared experience before pampering you! Mixing everything by hand before putting it on you is more fun, plus he says it feels better knowing you made it 😭

♡ ‘Well, we have twenty minutes to kill while this soaks in. Want to watch something relaxing?’ ‘Sure!’ & that’s how you end up just laying there, head nestled in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck as you watched ASMR videos 😁

♡ He absolutely will not let you wipe off yourself or even dry yourself off after he uses the damp washcloth, all of that is his 👏🏻 job 👏🏻. He looks so deeply into your eyes as you get cleaned up, you flush & look away, & that’s when he tilts his head back up & kisses you 🥰

Yunho

♡ One of the most eager when you suggest it & come over with everything! ‘What should we do first, (y/n)?’

♡ ‘Let’s do each other’s hair!’ You end up setting up a little rinse station, running some warm water to rinse out Yunho’s hair first, massaging his scalp & applying a gentle moisturizer. He does the same for you, gently towel drying you off. While he’s playing with your hair, he can’t resist fluffing it up & trying to make spikes out of it. ‘I have to take a picture of this!’

♡ He also can’t resist burying his nose in your hair because you smell so good! The fact that you both smell the same now does not occur to him, nope 😉

♡ You guys both play with styling your hair for a bit, switching to making yourselves some honey tea to sip while you moisturize each other’s hands. Yunho takes this time as an opportunity to playfully push & pull you towards him like you’re on a seesaw, not sitting on your bed!

♡ ‘Now can we take a bath?’ Yunho asks, making grabby hands. ‘Whoa, is that all you’ve been waiting to do?’ You tease. ‘No, I wanna try the loofah,’ he replies, pouting and pointing at the tote he was actually grabbing at. You flush. ‘Oh, right. Yeah, of course. I have stuff to change the water color too!’ ‘Yay!’ ‘But we don’t have to rush in there if you don’t want to,’ he whispers to you with a grin.

Yeosang

♡ It all started with an instagram you followed posting a super easy relaxation day of their own, inspiring you to surprise Yeosang with one!

♡ He smiles so wide that you thought of him & how cute you are showing up at your door exclaiming ‘surprise!’ with a cute white basket in hand. ‘But should I be scared?’ he teases.

♡ ‘Feels like we’re making potions,’ he jokes as you drip in a few more tiny rivulets of food coloring & essential oils, ‘Harry Potter? Where are you?’ So then you two make up fake spells as you apply your creations on each other. You say yours is a love spell but Yeosang insists it won’t work because you have his heart already 😌

♡ Things get chaotic quickly, both of y’all getting loopy & distracted, & Yeosang has an epiphany. ‘We could eat this avocado mask, couldn’t we? It’s all made of food.’ ‘We could, but it probably wouldn’t taste good.’ ‘Only one way to find out 👀’ He decides to try it by kissing some of it off your cheek. It does not taste good; he insists you are much sweeter ☺️

♡ You got pillow spray & a white noise machine to try, so to end the day you guys just end up laying down in bed listening to the soft sound, holding each other as your hearts beat in time 💕

San

♡ Sannie’s so giddy at the idea of ‘playing spa’ as he calls it, insisting on giving you the royal treatment even though you feel he needs the pampering more with his demanding job.

♡ ‘Can we put cucumbers on our eyes?’ ‘Er, if you want to, yeah.’ ‘Let’s do it!’ Cue you guys laying in your robes, green stuff on you & vegetable slices on your closed lids just like in all the cartoons. San reaches out for your hand, playing with it as you rest.

♡ When you’re done, he insists on giving you the hot towel treatment, smiling as you sigh from melted tension. ‘Anything else you want?’ ‘Slow down San, it’s your turn next!’ The way his jaw drops when you put the towel on him, his head falling back, has you giggling.

♡ ‘Alright, what would you like next, a manicure or pedicure? Wait, we should probably start with the feet for practice since it’s ok if they don’t look as good-’ Mischief rose to your smiling face. ‘Only if I can do yours, too.’ ‘I’ll let you paint my fingernails black, but we can skip doing my toenails. Or wait, maybe that’s better since no one can see it!’ Cue Wooyoung walking by you guys, bursting out into shrill laughter as he watches you paint San’s toes.

♡ If you think San doesn’t absolutely insist on giving you a massage you’re dead wrong, sorry!!! 😌 he loves holding onto your shoulders & pressing kisses to your cheeks from behind 🥺 melt him by doing the same!

Mingi

♡ He likes the sheet masks with fun designs on them 🥺 chooses a really cute puppy one for you & a unicorn one for himself because he knows it'll make you laugh!

♡ ‘What are these?’ ‘Lip masks.’ ‘They make those?’ ‘Yep. This is my first time buying them on a whim.’ ‘Lip masks???’ For some reason, Mingi thinks this is hilarious, holding it up to his face & bursting out laughing; of course you join him seeing the box & oversized feminine lips blocking half his face.

♡ You guys end up doing those too to complete your skin care…& also for the bit. Mingi immediately kisses before you put them on & the moment you pull them off, saying he has to test if they really made your lips softer. ‘Well, are they?’ ‘I don’t know, I think I have to check again 😏’

♡ Next up is bubble bath time!!! You guys revel in the warm water, sitting with your legs tangled up as you heap lavender-scented bubble piles on each other’s heads.

♡ ‘Can we watch a movie now? 🥺’ Mingi asks as you wrap him up in his fluffy robe, yours having already been tied on. You oblige, laying in each other’s arms & watching a rom-com as your final act of relaxation for the day 💜

Wooyoung

♡ Good luck getting this guy to settle down initially DGCGXSVCS

♡ But once you catch him, he’ll be so into it. Just, like, push him into the chair or something he’ll be into it don’t worry 🤫. Once he stops messing around & probably trying to start a fight with a mud mask, hearing you explain that you want to take care of each other, he gets so happy because wait that’s actually so cute! Then he does a total 180 into ‘What do we do next? How about this?’

♡ No surprises for Wooyoung because he gets so excited he’ll just start rummaging through all the products you bought to find his favorite 😆 his favorite after applying a face mask (because he can steal tons of kisses!!!) is the massage oil 👀

♡ ‘Let’s do this one next 😏’ If you have anything you realllly wanted to do, better convince him quick because his pick will take a while lmao. He’s not that hard to convince because everything you brought is really nice, you know him so well 😌

♡ You guys end up setting up fragrance in your humidifier & doing a foot soak before busting out the oil because you know how hard Wooyoung works dancing 🥺 you thought about him so much & he doesn’t want that to go to waste, plus it feels really good. You guys sit next to each other dunking in the warm water & he kisses your forehead, telling you he loves how caring you are & can’t wait to return the favor soon! (Take that as you will 👀😌)

Jongho

♡ Admittedly, it doesn’t totally sound like his thing, but it’s no harm to do it with you since you’re so happy about the idea. Of course he’ll do it for you 🥺

♡ But when you sit him down, empty a little bottle’s contents onto your hands, & start to give him a massage he’s in heaven. ‘Oh, I could get used to this.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ ‘Yeah. I thought you wanted to paint my nails & do my hair or something.’ ‘I said spa day,’ you giggle, ‘not salon!’

♡ What can he say, he’s a practical guy. You have him convinced the moment your hands land on him, kneading out hours of dance practice & gym time. The oil you’re using is a special blend designed for relaxation, & whether it’s a placebo or not it has Jongho’s eyelashes fluttering closed in contentment.

♡ You know he isn’t one to sit around doing nothing, so instead of just laying around with face masks on you watched a restorative yoga class video, learning a few poses for you guys to do together in between massages so you can further stretch & relax your muscles.

♡ Then it’s onto the sheet masks 😌 Jongho doesn’t complain about this one either because it’s not too far off from his usual skincare routine, but he does have to shake his head in amused exasperation when he sees the bear print one you got him! ‘What can I say, you’ll look so cute!’ ‘The things I do for you,’ he comments, but the smile never fades as you pat the sheet gently onto his cheeks, catching hints of warmth rising there, especially not when you promise him a kiss when the fifteen minutes are up. ‘I think you owe me more than one.’ ‘What, for the torture?’ ‘No, this was really nice.’ ‘Ok, then, never mind, one it is.’ ‘Nah, I hated it actually 👀’

[beanie-beebo-writes]

Man Against the World

Warnings: Canon deaths, suicidality

Pairings: Dean x Gender Neutral Reader (If you look between the lines destiel is also there but most of the focus is on the first pairing)

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A dark, dark world with nothing inside; that's how it felt. But there also wasn't enough to fill that gnashing, gaping hole in Dean's heart. It was necessary to keep those pesky emotions down, even if he didn't know exactly why other than the fact of needing to fight for the world first. It was the only way he knew how.

"Dean?"

He turned around frantically, not realizing he was being watched. There you stood in his doorway, worriedly looking on.

"You okay?" You asked, walking past the door frame cautiously.

Dean was holed up in his room. He had been for the past twenty minutes, claiming he needed to use the restroom while you two were having a date night. Regardless of the fact that the world was literally ending around you. You had started to worry when you realized he wasn't back after a while.

Dean tried to hide it, he really did. But you saw right past it, you always did. You had seen him at his lowest; you knew how he ticked.

"No, probably not.' Dean said gruffly.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked.

You stood there for a moment, giving him time to think. After a moment or so, he shrugged. You slowly inched closer to his bed, taking the shrug as a small sign of vulerability.

"Is it.. okay if I sit down, at least?" You asked.

Dean nodded softly and you gently took a seat at the edge of his bed next to him. Upon observing him quietly you couldn't help but notice how small he appeared in front of you, even if his guard wasn't fully lowered. It made your nurturing instincts kick in full-gear and you wanted nothing but to hug him. But you weren't sure if he would be accepting of that right now, if his psyche was as fragile as it appeared. So you settled for talking it out.

"So tough guy, what's up?" You asked lightly.

Dean took a few seconds before answering.

"I…"

You waited patiently and put a comforting hand on his leg, rubbing your thumb gently to hopefully coax him.

It seemed to be enough; a trademark tear slipped from his left eye. You frowned but continued the repetitive gesture, not once forcing him to speak or push him into anything he didn't want to face. He scrunched his eyes closed as if to will away the emotion.

"You're safe here, it's okay to not feel okay. I'm here to listen whenever you're ready. Even if-"

"No." Dean interrupted.

He stood up and tightened his frame. Your eyes followed him in sympathy.

"No it's not okay, (Y/N)." Dean said lowly.

You sat there silently and waited foor him to continue. When he didn't, you humored him.

"And why isn't it okay, Dean?" You pressed gently.

"Because Cas is fucking dead. That's why. The world is ending and nothing can bring him back." Dean snarled, his voice increasing in volume before turning around. "He died to save me, again! Everyone I love, everyone I hate, just everyone period is probably long gone! Nothing fucking matters anymore. Nothing I can do can stop it, nothing you can do would stop it. Nothing matters. I doubt Jack has what it fucking takes to defeat God! The world is ending and we're just fucking sitting here, wasting time on a.. stupid date-"

Dean stopped when your face fell to hurt over sympathy.

"This is why I keep my fucking mouth shut." He said.

"You.. don't mean that. I know you don't." You said wobbily before steadying your voice.

"And what if I did.. huh?! What then? We fight, we break up, we die separated and nothing exists anymore so who even knows if there's anything next?! We're fucked either way." Dean spat.

"You don't have to close yourself off every time you're hurt." You said after a deep breath. "You just want an ass to kick, so you're mad you're sitting around.. Right?"

You sniffled and wiped away your stray tears. He needed you right now and he was saying things he didn't mean, not fully at least.

"Yes I am, (Y/N). We could be kicking God's ass! We could- we could be.. I don't know!" Dean said angrily.

"You and I both know that doing that will solve nothing." You stayed seated, not wanting to trigger his fight response accidentally. "And I get it, okay? Your solution is to go out and fight. And we will, but we need a game plan. Sitting around wracking our brains constantly also won't help. It's just… a small break so we can think of better ideas. And then maybe a little shut-eye won't hurt, as counter-productive as that sounds."

"The world isn't going to wait for us!" Dean said.

"No, it won't. Which is why our brains have to be sharp. We can't do that if we don't give ourselves a break too. You know how if your car overheats and overworks, it stops functioning properly?" You said.

"Yeah, and?" Dean asked.

"Our brains are no different. Who do you think made cars?" You said with a light smile.

"I just… It doesn't make sense." Dean said with desperation.

"I know it sounds weird, but our brains aren't wired to constantly be at that level power all the time. I would know, okay? I've burnt myself out more than you and Sam probably ever have.. consciously anyway. I know you think psychology is crap, but it's what has gotten me this far. I know you can say the same about yourself but I digress, how many times has your mindset literally killed you?" You said.

"What if I said.. I didn't care." Dean said.

"You don't care?" You asked.

"No, maybe I don't. Maybe I'm tired of saving a world that should be saving itself. Maybe I'm fucking tired of being the goddamn hero for once in my horrible life. Ever think of that?" Dean snapped.

You got up slowly at seeing his anger starting fizzle out slightly. You gently grabbed his hands and put them to your face.

"And what about me?" You asked.

"..What?" He asked.

"Even if you don't want to live in this world and fight for it, what if I did? What would you say then?" You asked gently.

"I would fight for you, even if at my own demise." Dean said.

"And wouldn't you think that would practically kill me in the process by thinking rashly? Not just kill yourself?" You asked.

Dean blinked; you were right. He deflated a bit with a sigh and his body shook as the adrenaline died down.

"Come here." You said, gently wrapping him in your arms.

He allowed himself to be embraced before he hugged you in return. He probably didn't have tears left to cry anymore despite barely shedding a tear. Although he felt the familiar sting in his eyes after a moment anyway.

You had no intention on leaving the hug. Dean stayed simply for your comfort and slightly his own deep down. The comfort was enough to let that wall slowly crumble. Before he knew it, he couldn't stop crying. He still tried stifling them regardless. But he was exhausted and unable to keep on his usual facade, sobbing silently into your arms.

Your heart ached, but you felt pride for his catharsis. You held him for as long as he needed, which ended up being for quite a while. Dean ended up dozing off on your shoulder.

At first you were a little worried when he fell quiet, but that fear washed away when you realized he simply fell asleep. You slowly guided him to the ground, not sure how else to get comfortable. You both direly needed sleep even without a bed. Dean stirred briefly during this process. You hushed him softly and said sweet reassurances until his mind allowed him to rest again. When you were sure he wouldn't wake again, you kissed his forehead gently.

You laid with Dean in your lap, not having the heart to move him again even at the expense of your own comfort. You quickly set an alarm on your phone, not wanting to risk oversleeping.

As you laid there, you couldn't help but think about the situation ahead. The world was disappearing.. literally. Everyone you ever saved, loved, or never even knew. All of them were just.. gone from existence. You four and God were the only players left on the board. Death was literally out of the picture, Cas sucked up with her. How you could even fathom reaching the empty.. there were no records. It was a miracle you got Cas back the first time. Dean even pleaded with God one final time, to much of your demise.. And Amara wasn't even an option anymore.

It wasn't long until Dean's warmth lulled you to sleep, both of your minds finally resting for the long road ahead. No more worries, no more strife, just non-existent for a little while.

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A/N: AAAAAAAA I FINALLY DID A THING!! other fics are in progress still. One series I have zero idea how long it's gonna be and if I post when I'm finished or post as I complete it. Since I hate feeling pressured, it'll likely be the former. Also I haven't written n for Supernatural in a minute h e l l o

[rougepancake]

How you met

Ft. Diluc, Ayato, Tartaglia (Ajax), Zhongli, Albedo, and Alhaitham

Summary: How I imagine you would have met some of the Genshin men. Reader is gender neutral. Enjoy! Not proofread.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Venti wanted into the tavern, making himself known by shouting “The God of Freedom is here!!” Thankfully, the only people in the tavern were you, him, and Diluc, who rolled his eyes at the drunkard.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” you laughed nervously. “He got kicked out of the Cat’s Tail again and demanded I bring him here.” Diluc shook his head in annoyance.

“It’s not your fault.” He sighed, glaring at the archon. “He’s clearly an idiot.”

“I-I am noT.” Venti slurred, leaning on your shoulder heavily for some form of balance. “I’m j-juSt a LightweiGhTtt.” Carefully, you helped him over to a table, where he immediately began to snore loudly.

“I’m Y/N by the way, I don’t think we’ve met,” you smiled, reaching out your hand for him to shake.

“Diluc Ragnvindr, the owner of this tavern.” He took your hand and shook it gently, doing his best to ignore Venti’s snoring. “So what brings you to Mondstadt?”

You chuckled to yourself, looking away shyly. “Is it that obvious that I’m not from here?” Shaking your head, you smiled, looking back at the man before you.

“I came here to study Mondstadt’s music. And Venti over there was the first bard to get to me,” you snickered. “I didn’t know he was such an alcoholic.” You were laughing so hard you had tears in your eyes, the idea of working under an alcoholic was just hilarious to you.

“Well I’m sorry he got to you first,” Diluc mused, smiling faintly as you continued to laugh.

“That’s not even the best part! He’s a very talented musician, but whenever we go out to study, we always get attacked! Isn’t that just wild?!” Your laughter had died down some as you caught your breath, your face hurting from smiling so hard. “And to think I’d never use this darned vision!”

“Tell me about it.” He smiled at you, resting his elbow on the counter as you continued to tell him of your travels, hands waving around wildly the more in depth you got. The two of you stayed like that for quite some time, talking about your visions and your studies, about your families along with your travels.

Diluc found you to be a very interesting person, loving how you spoke with such animation, talking with your hands to reenact your tales. Legend has it, he got a little sad when you dismissed yourself to go to the restroom that night, regardless of how many minutes it took.

Venti sat up when you left, grinning sadistically and wriggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, drunkard.”

Kamisato Ayato

You were one of Ayaka’s friends, and quite the illustrious one at that. Truth be told, he liked that in a person. Kamisato Ayato found it incredibly attractive when a person was mysterious, and that you were.

His mind was racing, constantly thinking about you and the way you treated his sister. The way you respected her greatly. It only made him wonder how you would act in his presence, but he was determined to keep his distance since you were one of Ayaka’s friends, and it wasn’t fair to steal her friend away.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so he decided to tell Ayaka that he wanted to meet you. Apparently you lived on Yashinori Island, which was quite the trek for someone like him, but he was determined.

“Well hello? Can I help you?” He turned around at the sound to see you sitting in a tree, waving at him with a smile.

“Oh, I would just like to talk to you about Ayaka…” he trailed off, doing his best to sound noble. (Nice save Ayato-)

“Oh Archons, Ayaka is such a wonderful young lady. I’m truly honored to have her as a friend.” You hopped down from your place in the tree, still holding your smile. Though, a mysterious aura surrounded you as you slowly walked towards him. “But I don’t think here is the right place for us to discuss your wonderful sister.”

Right as you finished your sentence, you caught an arrow that was pointed at your head. “Unless you have a death wish, of course.”

“R-right, lead the way…” Ayato followed you closely to where you were currently staying, which was far from what he was used to. It was a hidden cavern underneath the island, where your books littered the floor and your handwriting decorated the walls.

“Please ignore the mess, I’ve been studying recently…” you shrugged, sitting down at your table.

“What exactly are you studying?” Ayato asked curiously, observing the way you sat in your seat. A vision hung from your waist, perfectly hidden within the color scheme of your outfit so the commission would never find you.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” you let out a sigh. “Plus if I told you, I’d have to kill you.” You laughed as Ayato chuckled nervously, slowly backing away. “I’m only kidding! Though-“ the sound of thunder could be heard from outside the cave. “You might wanna wait until the storm rolls over to return back home.”

Ayato took the seat in front of you awkwardly, doing his best to get a conversation going. He loved how you didn’t share anything about yourself, but you supposedly knew everything about him. And the longer the night went on, the more he eventually found out about you.

You must’ve known he liked mystery, because you sure were teasing him.

Tartaglia (Ajax/Childe)

“What the hell are you doing here?” You were a general in the milileth, bound and determined to catch the futui up to no good because of a tip you received from some dude named Aether.

Ajax turned around with a smile, waving for you to put your weapon down. “Now now, there’s no need to be dramatic, I’m simply recruiting more people to work for the Northland Bank. There’s nothing wrong with that now is there?”

You rolled your eyes, easing out of your defensive stance warily. “Sorry, I got a tip that the Fatui were hiding something… I guess they were just pranking me…”

“Oh that’s nothing to worry about, I know the people of Liyue don’t care much for the Fatui.” He smiled, making you feel relived. Though he did seem slightly suspicious, so you figured you’d keep tabs on him.

“I’m General Y/N by the way,” you reached out your hand.

“Childe, pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand and kissed it softly, showing his weird respect for you. In fact, you could have sworn you saw something flash in his eyes as he stared at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” he went to walk away, but you stopped him, sensing his overwhelming aura.

“Actually, can I tag along? I heard there’s been some unusual activity in this area, so I’d like to investigate.” You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch, but you ignored it and continued on.

“Of course you can! Anything to keep Liyue safe am I right?” He led you around, promising his so called clients that he’d see them later. Ajax watched you out of the corner of his eye, knowing that you were onto him.

“So what brings a Fatui Harbinger like you out here anyways?” You asked him.

“I beg your pardon?” You giggled, a bright light coming from where you were standing as you revealed your disguise with a sinister smile.

“Let me introduce myself properly,” you waved your hand, the wind moving with it. “I am Y/N, a simple entertainer from Fontaine on the quest for a worthy opponent. Would you like to challenge me?”

Ajax had pulled out his weapon before you had finished talking, his eyes lighting up at the chance to get stronger. He licked his lips in anticipation, dodging your first attack with ease.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Zhongli

Shortly after the archon war, Zhongli had stumbled across you leaving offerings at one of his many statues. You were a loyal subject of his it seems, but he couldn’t help but wonder why you had chosen to warship him over any other god. Still, he appreciated how you took time from your mortal life to pray to him.

He found himself walking in that direction, curious to know why you were so loyal. Why him and not any other god? He knelt down beside you and joined you in prayer, in fact he listened to your internal plea and it only broke his heart.

Slowly, he turned to look at you, who was staring at him with teary eyes. Without thinking, he pulled you into a tight and comforting hug, allowing you to cry your heart out.

Your brother had been killed by a witch, and the same witch that killed him had damned you to a life of eternal suffering. You had been praying for a way to die after being alive for so long, and it hurt him.

Once you had collected yourself, you pulled yourself away from his embrace and rose to your feet. “I-I’m sorry for troubling you, great Morax. You certainly must have other matters to attend to…” You stammered shyly before returning back to your cursed house.

Shortly after your encounter with the god, you found the witch’s body on your doorstep, limp and lifeless. Zhongli stood there, his hands covered in blood as he stared at you, saying nothing and continuing to observe you.

“W-why?” You had grabbed the wall to keep yourself from collapsing in front of him. Oh how your head was spinning.

“No one should ever play with someone’s life.” He said simply, slowly looking down at her body, snorting in contempt. “She got what she deserved, but I’m afraid your curse is irreversible…” He looked away in shame, all you could do was stand there and stare at him with mixed emotions.

You bent down to examine her face, one of divine power. “Who was she?”

“A bad person…”

“Thank you, Morax.”

Zhongli looked back up at you, jaw nearly falling open as he stared into your once again teary eyes. You met his gaze with a beautiful smile, causing his heart to flutter slightly.

“I know it’s not ideal for an immortal to cause so much trouble for a god, so I hope you can forgive me.” You laughed a little, rising to your feet and stepping over the body to meet him.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He gave you a faint smile before taking the body and disappearing into the night, leaving as swiftly as he had arrived.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again,” you whispered as you stared into the night sky aimlessly.

And sure enough, you did.

Albedo

Sucrose had found you in Dragonspine whilst out on a mission for Albedo. You were engaged in a battle against a handful of Fatui members, who were determined to give you hell.

She avoided getting involved in your battle by hiding behind a tree, peeking out so she could observe your abilities.

You raised your weapon, smiling at your enemies. “I don’t think you guys realize how much danger you’re in.” Your tone was cocky, causing one of the villains to scoff.

“I think you’ve got it all wr- Hey!” You had lunged at him before he could finish his sentence, hitting him so hard with your vision that he was seeing stars. Sucrose barely had any time to gawk in awe at your skills before you clapped the rest of the Fatui members into next week.

You were powerful, and she just had to take you back to Albedo for him to study.

“Hey girlie, you might wanna run!” You looked back at where Sucrose was watching you, giving her a wink as a much stronger opponent made themselves known.

To her surprise, you faked out the enemy and disappeared into the mountain, leaving her alone with them. She made a run for it, and just as she did, you scooped her up and ditched the battle entirely.

“Thank you so much!!” Sucrose smiled excitedly, practically bouncing up and down with how amazed she was by you. “Actually, come this way, there’s someone I want you to meet!”

“Oh? Oh what the hell why not,” you smiled, allowing the girl to lead you forward. “Take me to your leader girlie!”

You arrived at a cave that appeared to have been turned into a study of some sorts. Before you stood a blonde guy, who was lost in some form of research. He looked up at the two of you when Sucrose greeted him happily.

“Meet…” she trailed off, nervously laughing as you winked at her.

“I’m Y/N. The little lady over here wanted us to meet, it’s a pleasure sir.” You shook his hand with a smile, watching how he observed you. “You must be one of those alchemist fellows, eh? I hope you’d be willing to enlighten me.”

“And I hope you’d be willing to perform some experiments for me. The name’s Albedo.”

Turns out his ‘experiments’ were just you fighting off monsters while he studied artifacts.

Alhaitham

You were peacefully minding your business reading in the Lolapaka Jungle when you were oh so rudely interrupted by feeble scholar Alhaitham. He quite literally appeared out of nowhere, now standing before you as you continued to read.

“Excuse me, that book is overdue.” He said, seemingly out of breath, but you ignored him. “Hello?”

“ExCuSe Me, ThAt BoOk Is OvErDuE” you mocked him, laughing to yourself as you turned the page. “I renewed it this morning, loser. Why’d you even come out here to tell me that anyways? You’re no librarian.”

“Pardon?” He stared at you, puzzled. He had never met you before, so how did you know that he wasn’t a librarian.

“Oh whatever man, I’m almost done with it, and when I am you can have it for as long as you want.” You finally looked up at him, boldly lifting your brow as you stared into his eyes.

Alhaitham sat down in front of you quietly, picking at the grass around him as you continued to read on. He found it ironic how much your personality resembled his own when it came to books, in fact he admired it.

It took you by surprise, however, when you began to read aloud to him. It was an unexpected gesture that made him uncomfortable at first, but he found himself imagining the world you were describing to him with a smile.

Before he knew it, you had finished your book, handing it to him begrudgingly. “There you go, fellow nerd. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did.” You stood up as you spoke, dusting yourself of before starting to leave.

“Actually, if you’re heading to the library, I’d like to go with you. If you don’t mind, we could accompany one another, as the Akadeymia is quite far away.” Oh smooth move Alhaitham.

You jokingly rolled your eyes, placing a hand on your hip. “Then hurry it up loser.” You smiled. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Alhaitham. It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow book enthusiast.”

“Agreed, I was starting to grow tired of reading by myself all the way out here.” You winked, leading him through the jungle.

[10onaten]

Yuta's Collab

Summary : You met Yuta at a musical social event. And and between the two of you a beautiful alchemy is born 

Warning : Y/N and Yuta discover each others, beginning of a relationship, SMUT at some point.

Words : 5000

You accidentally entered the men's room and came face to face with him. He looked at you surprised but amused by the situation. 

"I didn't know they had a gender-neutral restroom here. I'm pleasantly surprised" he looks you up and down, it really is a pleasant surprise for him. 

"Sometimes you have to push the progress yourself." You wonder where you got the confidence to say that, since you're usually the stressed-out, self-conscious type. 

He raises an eyebrow and laughs at your answer. "If everyone thought the same way, things would move faster. I'm Yuta, I identify myself as a man, wait...no man suits me fine" he holds out his hand, with polished finger. You hold out yours in return and introduce yourself: "by the way, nails, plus the rings, I love it, what a classy man.”

He smiles proudly, "it takes all the right things to look your best in society, doesn't it? As for me, I love your piercing", he heads for the bathroom door and turns back to you, "maybe we can continue our conversation in a place with more champagne than soap?” A woman like you deserves to be wooed somewhere a little classier.

Is this guy for real, is this smile for you? Whatever, you’re on it. 

He grabs two glasses of champagne from the bar and gives you one "so tell me what do you do for a living that made our paths cross at this party".

"You mean apart from campaigning for non-binary toilets around the world? I'm a production assistant in the company that organizes this event, my job is to make sure everything is ok when you artists start to release an album." 

"You artists? So you know who I am? Or did you deduce I was an artist because of my vibes haha?"

"Maybe a bit of both" you wink at him "ok maybe I know you're a Japanese rockstar who got lost in a Korean band." 

"god damn, no one has ever summed up my life so well, a fan of those Korean boy bands?" he pricks your heart.

"I might have already listened to some of your music, just to find out, after all our two labels are going to sign a partnership. We're about to become your first distributors in Europe, I take my job very seriously you know".

"I can see that, I'll be sure to underline the investment of our collaborators at SM during our next meeting" you both laugh and continue your conversations on the terrace. 

He lights a cigarette and asks you "so what's your final destination, I mean your goal, your ambitions, I'm curious." 

"hmm probably to open my own agency but to produce only young emerging talent, whose music is a bit offbeat. I'm not looking for big talents who will become the next Rihanna or Ed Sheeran. I'd like to collaborate with people whose music is more psychedelic. I can see how that might be lazy, but I prefer things that are more human, on a smaller scale." 

"I've got a buddy for you if you go for it haha, one of my collaborators is totally into that sort of thing. If you know us, you must surely see who Taeyong is, our leader?"

"Yes, that's right, I think he's already gone solo. How about you? Would you like to go your own way?

"Obviously, I'm just waiting for the right moment. 

"And is the right moment coming soon?"

"Production assistant ? Wouldn't you rather be a journalist?" he shoves you gently, laughing. 

"I take you three floors below this party, to the studios, and in exchange you give me a preview of what we should be getting soon" you give him a look of defiance.

What's certain about Yuta is that he's never been the kind of guy to wait quietly for the party to end and go home, and a challenge is something that stimulates him, especially when it's thrown down by an attractive woman.

"deal beauty”

You catch two champagne glasses on the way and sneak with him to the elevator on which you swipe your badge, the studio floor is only accessible to company members. 

"Ready to give it all Nakamoto?"

"Never been this ready" 

You drag him into one of the first studios. "Okay, I'll throw you a beat and you show me what you've got in mind". 

"Just try not to fall in love when you hear my voice" he teases you before walking through the studio door.

You throw in a Chase Atlantique-style beat and let Yuta get started. To your surprise, he follows up as if he'd had something prepared for weeks. As if he'd been working on this session for a while. You know a real artist when you hear one, you think, stunned by his set. 

The beat ends and you look at him, still fascinated. You didn't know this guy could sing so well, but what was he doing in a band? Why didn't he launch a solo career and let his talent shine? And above all, how could anyone be so handsome as well as so talented. 

He looks at you, a devastating smile on his lips, and exits the recording booth. "I think I handled the challenge pretty well considering your reaction." You blush a little at his words and feel like a first-year intern meeting an artist for the first time. "I'm speechless, I must admit. When's your solo album again?" you ask ironically.

"It all depends on whether I find the right people to work on it with, do you know any?"

 he's looking at you intently now, you can hear the invitation he's extending, you just don't know if it's still music he’s talking about...

Anyway, you're at work and you'd never dare cross those boundaries. 

You shake your head to clear it of any sexual ideas. 

"Is this a collab proposal? because it looks like the next few days, shall I say weeks, have just suddenly become available in my schedule."

You both burst out laughing, and he moves closer to you, holding out his hand again to shake, as if to conclude a deal.

"Deal" he says to you, you hold out your hand to do things the conventional way. He grabs it and pulls you closer, you find yourself pressed against him. He leans his face over yours and almost whispers in your ear, "I'm really looking forward to collaborating with you and showing you everything I'm capable of." His breath is warm and he smells an intoxicating mixture of champagne and light menthol he took after his cigarette. You feel a wave of shivers run through your body and you almost feel as if your legs are going to give out. This guy really does have a strange intimidating power over you. His attitude charms you; it's not that of a predator, but rather of a passionate man showing his interest. You hold his gaze as best you can to avoid showing any sign of weakness that would discredit you. A sparkle passes through his eyes when he sees your iron will. 

You search deep inside yourself and manage to retort with a slight waver in your voice, "so I'm waiting for you Yuta, I won't tolerate any disappointment."

You wake up next morning wondering if it was all a dream, but you know it wasn't when you hear your cell phone vibrate. Your boss is on the starting block. Last night, after leaving the studio and going back up to reception, you and Yuta had talked to your respective managers about a potential project. To which both men responded positively. The idea is a good one, and quite feasible. On the other hand, Yuta's stay wasn't supposed to last more than a few days, so we had to get things up and running quickly and complete the project quickly. The studio appointment was for 9am this morning and you were to discuss creation. You'd spent the rest of the night talking with Yuta on the terrace. You'd even seen the dawn breaking, which is what made you decide to leave each other, with much regret.

Yuta arrives with coffee for everyone except you, he gets you a lemon tea, which you told him the day before you loved. A gesture you really appreciate, and you thank him sincerely, turning his cheek and tapping it with his forefinger to invite you to give him a kiss. You won't let his action go unrewarded and give him a peck. He smiles and winks at you to let you know you're getting "special" treatment. Are you really starting to fall for this guy? It seems so. But business is business and you go into concentration mode, it's time to work.

The day you thought you'd love, which is partly the case, quickly becomes an ordeal. Every gesture, every smile, every damn sound, every look from Yuta sends you to another planet. This guy is going to lose you your job, you're hanging on his every word and you're off to other galaxies as soon as he opens his mouth. The end of your session approaches, night falls and everyone present gradually leaves the studio, leaving you alone at last. You realize it may be time for a breath of fresh air and grab your things. 

"Verdict on this first day?"

You put on your jacket and reply, "I don't think I've ever worked with someone so prepared. Is it an Asian thing or just you haha?" 

He opens the studio door for you to get out and replies, "I had all these models ready for a while, so that made the work easier. As I said, I'd already thought about this solo before. And yes, in Korea people like things to be fluid when you go into the studio." 

You shake your head, impressed by this man, his work, his talent, his charisma, his presence. "You really have to live it to understand it."

He smiles at you, questioning, "What's that?"

You slump against the wall of the elevator, exhausted by the day. "My supervisor once told me that to discover a good artist when you meet one, someone with a flame, you have to live it to understand it. I've worked with some great artists since I've been here, but I already knew them and listened to them before collaborating with them. For me, you're a total discovery, and I think I understand what he taught me that day. What a slap !”

"Ah stop I'll end up blushing" Yuta smiles through his teeth, slightly embarrassed but proud of the words you've just said to him. 

"I mean it Yuta, you're a fucking star, I really see this collaboration as a privilege. You're incredible, plus being able to watch you all day, my god what a treat."  You realize you've totally forgotten yourself on that last sentence and widen your eyes. You stammer as you try to catch yourself, but you know it's already too late. Your words are already out and you have to accept it. You put your head in your hands as if to hide your shame. "Okay I've just made a fool of myself so please don't talk to me again and ignore me until tomorrow I'm running away when the doors open." the elevator ding rings, you run off at a run and you hear him calling you with an adorable laugh. 

Yuta: it's a pity you ran away, I'd have liked to take you out to dinner to thank you for your work. But if you show up again tomorrow, maybe we can plan it for tomorrow night? 

You bite your lip and feel all the more stupid for running off so quickly. This guy makes you feel like a teenage girl in front of her high school crush. You slap your forehead and curse yourself for your reaction. 

You decide to ignore the message and try to make up for it tomorrow.

You arrive at the studio slightly late, to make sure you're not alone with him. Everyone's already there, as you'd expected, and Yuta looks at you amused, seeing how you're avoiding any contact with him. You're definitely a funny girl. You avoid looking at him or talking to him all morning and finally Yuta asks to interrupt the session at midday for today. He asks to enjoy the city this afternoon, which nobody objects to. You get dressed quickly and get out before everyone else to avoid any awkward moments, so you take the stairs. In your haste, you haven't noticed that Yuta has followed you. He catches the door behind you, grabs your wrist and turns you over, pinning you against the wall. Why is he doing this? Part of you feels really excited by this action.  

"Yesterday you didn't give me time to answer you", he puts a hand on your hip and plunges his big dark eyes into yours, "I must say, I've never enjoyed going into the studio so much. Being able to spend my days looking at you and imagining all the things we could do if the others weren't there. That's what I like best about working with you.”

You didn't expect so much, but that's all it takes for you to jump down his throat. You think back to the fact that you've never used your vibrator as much as you have in the last 48 hours, since this guy came into your life. Your fantasy becomes reality: you're making out with Nakamoto Yuta on the stairs of your agency. He stops suddenly and puts his finger to his mouth to tell you to be quiet. He hears the last people leaving the floor by elevator. And lifts you up in one swift movement to carry you in his arms. 

"I'm flattered by such ardor, but I think a slight punishment is in order for the attitude I received yesterday and for no response to my message" his voice has become deeper and intimidating, bossy.

He sets you down on the studio chair and takes off your jacket. You look at him like a scared deer. God, you're so sexy with that innocent look, especially when he knows you're far from it. He senses your wild, depraved side. You're a sweet girl who can be the best slut if pushed. He'll know how to push you. He takes off your top and undoes his belt, "stretch your arms back." You obey and moan as he tightens the leather around your wrists. He moves back to the front and licks your bottom lip, the warmth of his breath driving you crazy. "Doesn't that hurt?" you shake your head to say you're ok. He finally kisses your mouth, then your jaw and finally your neck. "You realize this is my workplace" he raises his head as if annoyed by your phrase "it could have been my bed or yours, but for that you'd have to answer me of course. And please call me master for the rest of this time".

You close your eyes, the mere sound of his voice in your ears driving you crazy, but the end of that sentence sends a wave of shivers through your body. You clench around nothing. He watches your thighs close in search of friction. He smiles and moves down from your neck to your chest, pulling down your bra and gently licking your nipple, nibbling it and moving on to the next, massaging and licking it relentlessly, you try to remain discreet for fear of being overheard by someone in the corridor. A little moan comes from between your teeth as you feel his teeth against your nipple again. He continues his descent down your belly, following the trace of your navel. He unbuttons your jeans and discovers a tattoo on your hip. He looks at you astonished, "I never thought I'd discover so many treasures hidden here, you're full of surprises." You feel like a pampered goddess. He yanks off your jeans and caresses the edges of your panties, "may I?" You lean your head back, "please master". "hmm my good girl really understood quicly" he buries his head between your thighs and covers them with burning kisses.

He grabs the top of your panties and pulls to create pressure on your clitoris. He licks your heart through the textile. You moan, needing more, wanting more. You've never felt such need, such desire for someone. He runs a finger over you to gently caress your folds, you feel you could explode. Then he suddenly stands up and kisses you. He in turn removes his top and jeans, without taking his eyes off you. You watch him, biting your lip, as you finally see his spear appear. He moves closer to you and puts his hand around your throat, "Do you want me?" "More than anything, Master" you answer in the most confident tone of your life. He grasps a part of your shadow, a darkness you could only show in the most secret, intimate setting. "Prove it to me" you don't lose contact with his gaze and you grasp his cock with your mouth with your arms still attached. You'd never been so nimble with just your mouth. But your desire was too strong. Your lips meet his glans and you see him close his eyes in pleasure. He feels himself going to heaven, how can you be so good just with your mouth. You deepen your thrust and achieve a deep throat that wrings a grunt of pleasure from him. You're still watching him, your eyes filling with tears from the lack of air and the sensation of his glans touching the back of your throat. But you don't let go you wait after him, a sign, you can push your limits for him. "You can release, thank you sweetie" you gently pull up his long cock and finish with a kiss on his tip. "Anything you say master." He tilts his head to the side "how can you be so perfect, I think you're going to drive me completely insane." you smile proudly at his words. He's got you in the palm of his hand, but the feeling seems to be mutual and fills you with satisfaction.  

He lifts you up and slips his fingers between your legs, "my turn to satisfy you, I think."

You close your eyes and let him begin his dance. He gently caresses your inner thighs and slowly works his way up to your intimacy. He brushes against it and plays his fingertips over your folds, as if you were a piano keyboard whose keys must be touched with care. You moan with pleasure, this moment seems endless and the most exciting of your life. You don't think at all about the fact that you're naked in your workplace, tied up by a collaborating artist who's also naked, trying to get you into paradise. What a scandal if someone were to open that door right behind you. Whatever the moment, it was worth all the punishment it might bring.

Yuta never exerts any pressure; all you feel is a light caress, like a breeze on her intimacy, your clitoris particularly stimulated. You've never been caressed like this, either by a sexual partner or by yourself. It's an astonishing discovery; you didn't think that delicate friction could be more exciting than pressure or vibration. His ring finger passes over your now-soaked clitoris one last time. Then, with his two fingers, he pinches your labia, creating a friction. He watches you moan with pleasure and lose yourself in the hollow of his neck. He grabs the tip of your chin with his free hand and looks into your eyes, searching for your climax. His gaze finishes you off, you feel the pleasure rise and rise inside you. He glances down and sees your thighs trembling, he knows "go on beauty, I can't wait to feel you dripping onto my fingers." That's all you needed, the wave of pleasure you've been waiting for all day finally sweeps through your body and lasts surprisingly longer than usual, lingering, exploding your heartbeat and leaving you breathless and powerless. Your legs wobble, Yuta catches you and lifts you into his arms.

"To much for you babygirl?". He unbuckles his belt to free your arms. Your head rests on his shoulder, you're already exhausted, this man is literally sucking the life out of you, and my god, it's delicious. You need a moment to catch your breath and your spirits, during which time Yuta holds you in his arms in a rather comforting way. 

You finally lift your head and feel more determined than ever to exhaust your body with this man. He sees that animal gleam in your eyes, he knows what it means, you two aren't done yet. 

"Okay young lady, but if we're going for it I'm not here for a joke, okay with you?"

"Same here, that's a deal."

You seem so full of confidence and self control, this attitude works like an aphrodisiac on him. 

You sit up astride him "I'm ready to ride my bull, master".

He plunges his eyes into yours and feels your ass before giving it a firm, dry spank. You let out a little cry of surprise, he starts again after another caress. "Be careful my angel, I'm in a turbulent mood."  You slide up and down his member. And finally after titillating your entrance, he inserts his tip into your hole. He stays there for a while, holding your hips up with no hands. He puts you to the test, you can't hold on any longer and sink completely onto him. He gives you a scolding look, as if to say you should have let him. He pushes into you a few times in a gentle way and then withdraws. He carries you to your feet, and you look up at him, questioning and desperate. He grabs your hair and turns you over. "I told you I was feeling rambunctious you should have let me."

He pulls on your hair to arch you, your ass is now well exposed in front of his cock, he approaches your ear and whispers "safeword is butterfly, never hesitate to use it baby girl." You're really in a cheeky mood and reply in a provocative tone, "make me, push my bounds Nakamoto." He sneers and straightens up, still holding your hair in a firm grip. He grabs his belt lying on his side and caresses each of your buttocks with the leather. He raises his hand and lightly whips you a first time, you grit your teeth at the sensation, a pleasant pain. "I'm going to increase the force a little each time, I'll stop when you let me hear a moan of pleasure." You loosen your teeth to give him a "yes master". He starts caressing your ass again with the tip of his leather and whips you again, you love the sensation but the intensity isn't strong enough for you yet. You arch your back a little more, as if to ask for more. He smiles, you're about to become his favorite distraction. He repeats his gesture 5 times and then you finally let out a cry of pleasure. He's found it, the perfect intensity, the one that pinches but sends a wave of pleasure through you. He releases your hair and leans down to kiss each of your now red buttocks. "Good girl. Now let me enter again." He hasn't even finished his sentence when you feel him at the entrance to your pussy and he pushes in with a sharp thrust. "You seemed to be in a hurry earlier, I wouldn't keep you waiting any longer," each of his loins thrusts sends you into nirvana. He pushes faster and faster, harder and harder. And you feel your brain liquefy, he's taken total control over you, your body and above all your pleasure. You feel like a doll in his hands, he could make you do anything. Isn't that a bit the case already?

Each thrust of his hips gives you the feeling that he's going deeper and deeper inside you. This moment seems timeless. You've lost all track anyway. He stops to turn you over. You're not sure yourself, but you nod in agreement. "Good, I want to see you when you chase your next orgasm." he sits back in the chair you were in before and taps his thighs. "Come on, show me how you can bounce this hot booty on me.”

You don't know how you'll manage to stand on him with your legs barely supporting you, but you're dying to. You reach over and straddle him, put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. He responds with equal enthusiasm. You align yourself with him and feel him enter again. He fits you so well, as if you'd been a jewel box made for him. You hop up and down on him, causing your chest to bounce, Yuta can't take his eyes off it. "Your the sexiest collaborator I've ever had." You smile at his words, him telling you he thinks you're sexy makes you want to pick up the pace. And you do, you almost twerk on his lap, he'd dream of having a mirror on the opposite wall to see your ass bouncing with every move. You see in his eyes that there's a lot going on in his head and you'd like to know what he's thinking, what fantasies he's indulging in, what he'd dream of doing to you. You slow down, exhausted, your body starting to fail. He grabs your ass in his firm, veiny hands. "Don't worry love, I handle it" he winks at you. "You've been so good, you deserve some rest." 

What you take away from this moment when you've completely lost your mind is that you've never been fucked so hard and so well. You almost feel as if your soul has left your body, you blackout. You feel his hand grab your chin and lean in to kiss you. The touch of his lips, his breath on your skin, that's all you need, you feel a wave run through you again. And then you explode, calling out his name repeatedly, earning him a devastating smile. He feels your body vibrate against him and become fragile. He slows down his thrusts because he sees you can't take it anymore. You stay in his arms until you come to your senses, feeling his heartbeat. When you feel your mind is a little clearer, you straighten up and kneel before him. "My master hasn't finished yet, I must please you."

"How lovely from you" he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You catch yourself ardently at the task and suck Yuta as if he were a delicious ice cream melting in the sun. He places a hand on your head to accompany your rhythm, you increase the frequency. He moans softly, you send him into seventh heaven with your mouth and tongue, which you wrap around his stick "How do you do that?" You look at him with innocent eyes, which makes him grunt. He presses down on your head so the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat. He holds you like this for a moment, and you feel his cock pulsing in your mouth "I'm coming angel, I need to know where do u want it?" he releases his grip on your head. You straighten it a little but keep Yuta in your mouth and look at him as if to give him permission. He ejaculates in a second, letting out a big sigh of pleasure. When he's done, you release his cock and hold his gaze as you swallow hard. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you for a long time. He leans over you and lays you down on your clothes spread out on the floor. You stand there for a moment, kissing and cuddling.

"I think we should really get dressed and get out of here before someone pushes open the door to this studio and this scene becomes awkward." he nods and kisses you on the head before standing up.

In the elevator, you look into each other's eyes without saying a word. He tops himself on a floor where his manager enters "still here Yuta? Thought you want to visit try something new in this city." 

"Oh I've already tried something new, and I think I adore it." He doesn't take his eyes off you, and you blush at his words. 

Several days go by and Yuta never leaves your apartment, arriving at the studio together in the morning and leaving together on the evening, enjoying each other’s company. 

The chemistry between you is obvious, and everything is quite fluid and straightforward. His obligations force him to return to Korea. You both knew it wouldn't last, but you feel a twinge of sadness when the day of his departure arrives. You've spent this last night together, like all the others, and now spend the day in your office. Yuta leaves in the afternoon for the airport. You join him for a last cigarette on the roof terrace. He looks at you in the sunlight, you lean against the fence and watch him. You're going to miss this guy. "Do you believe in love at first sight?” He smiles "I believe that sometimes something inexplicable happens instantly between two people. And if that's your question, well yes I think that's what happened to us a few days ago, in the men's room of this very place." You laugh. You like his answer, deep down it's the one you've been waiting for. 

You hug him one last time, thank each other for the work you've done and for this week, and wish him a safe journey. He teases you before leaving, "Don't ever work with another Japanese guy, I'll be offended". "I'll try my best, promise, see ya buddy." 

He winks at you "Till next time".

You laugh at those last words and let him go. 

You feel alone as he leaves. During that long week, he had taken up a lot of space in your life. When you wake up the next morning, it feels like a dream, like he was never really there. But when you get to the office, you receive a message.

"Well home, I got to admit I already miss you. But guess who's coming for the fashion week. Next time won't be long, I hope you'll find time in your schedule for ur japanese guy."

You couldn't have started your day any better: "I'll book all my days for u dear. Can't wait to see ya. By the way I miss u to. " 

"Wait for me beauty I'll be back soon."

[bethelctpride]

Accessibility site checklist

I was on a panel this weekend about logistics for Pride celebrations and was specifically doing the part about accessibility. This is the checklist I use for a site visit beforehand.

This is used to prep two things

a FAQ about the site

a list of things To Do before the event

The FAQ means that anybody on team has access to detailed information about site right away. We usually put the most common information right in the event announcement descriptions, but the less common ones might be a linked page or an "ask for details" if it's a complicated answer or involves something we had to address Day Of.

The To Do list is broken into two things, one, annoy the venue owner to fix and two, day of fixes. For example, the venue we use had a wheelchair ramp that went up to a heavy, manual pull door. Whomp whomp. So close to accessible! So every time I saw people involved in renovations for building, I annoyed them about the "how's that coming, that's gonna have a power assist, right?" and it FINALLY HAPPENED. But meantime, day of, we stationed a volunteer there that opened the door and answered wayfinding questions for people like "how do I get from here to the bathroom?" (there were signs we added as well, but that was the backup)

Sometimes if the site visit reveals too many problems, you should just pick a different venue!

This was set up as a two page, printable list for the event, but here's a GDOC where you can download a copy for yourself and add more things! Or just use it to make a FAQ about sites you're using. I can guarantee I missed some things that might be relevant for your particular disability because I don't know everything to look for. But it covers a lot of the most common things you need to know for a location! the GDOC allows comments if you want to suggest stuff I should look for.

Wheelchair checklist

If it passes on all counts for a wheelchair, it should also be fine for strollers, walkers, rollators, cane users, or crutch users. 

Is there a ramp? If so, where is it? How do you get from this door to other points in the building? Is there signage showing how to do so?

Doors are power assist yes/no.  If not, which direction do they open? Is there enough space for a wheelchair user to open the door and still have the chair on a stable surface? You need a 3’ X 3’ space to be able to turn a wheelchair.

Are all bathrooms accessible or only some? Make sure the sink and hand dryer are also reachable. Is there signage pointing to accessible restrooms?

Are thresholds raised more than a half inch yes/no (no is good)

Are tables or counters at a height accessible to wheelchair users?

How wide are the doorways? Note anything less than 32”. You may need an alternate route to get between spaces if they are smaller. Make sure to measure with the door open, to account for any problems fully opening the door.

Is there an elevator & is there signage pointing to it?

If a stage is in use, is it accessible?

Check outdoor surfaces are level and intact. Note surfaces other than asphalt/concrete. Cobble tends to be very difficult to travel over. If possible, observe when snow has fallen to see which surfaces are regularly cleared or not

Where is the curb cut and does it flood during heavy rain? Is it plowed?

For any temporary structures, find a weight limit. A power chair may weigh 1000 pounds with the user in it!

BATHROOMS

Is a gender neutral or family restroom available? Does directional signage point to it when you enter an area?

Can the door be operated one handed or by someone in a wheelchair?

How high is the sink? Can it be used by a wheelchair user or child?

Where is the changing table and is it clearly labeled where it is?

Is there any seating in the bathroom?

Are menstrual products available?

Is there an emergency pull cord in the bathroom? Make sure the cord is NOT tied to the grab bar and reaches the floor!

TRANSPORTATION

How close is this to a public transit stop? Does the transit run during the event? 

What is the condition of the sidewalk between the transit stop and venue? Check curb cuts and condition of surfaces. Check for obstacles that may make the sidewalk too narrow for a wheelchair. 

Is there signage by the transit stop pointing to your venue?

Is their signage at your venue pointing to the transit stop?

Do curb cuts at the venue have a different textured plate on them?

Where is handicapped parking compared to the entrance you are using? Is there signage by the parking indicating where the entrance is if it is not visible?

If there are multiple entrances to parking, is the one that leads to handicapped parking clearly labeled?

Is there a bike rack?

OTHER CONCERNS

Are there flashing lights some or all of the time?

Are there fluorescent lights? Can they be swapped for a different bulb type?

Is there background noise that makes hearing conversation difficult?

What type of flooring is in this venue? Hard or soft surface?

Are there sudden, intermittent loud noises?

Is food present here?  Does the food contain any common allergens?

Are there any strong non-food scents associated with the venue?

Are non-service animals allowed or present?

Is alcohol served?

Are drugs of any type present?

Is there seating for anyone over 250lbs?

Is there secluded seating away from noise or general line of sight?

Is there a sharps container anywhere on site? Is there signage pointing to it?

Is there an AED on site? Where is it? Is there signage pointing to it?

Is there a first aid kit on site? Where is it? Is there signage pointing to it?

More about what some of these items MEAN, why they're here, and some of the solutions for common issues.

You may not from the wording here (where I had limited space) that there's no explanation of WHY this is here, or what you're supposed to do about it. Also some of this is not necessarily aimed at people with obvious disabilities, just people that may have trouble interacting with the environment for some reason.

Signage questions- a resource you can't find is USELESS. this is why there's so much emphasis on signage. Signage doesn't help folks that can't read the sign due to language barriers or sight troubles. You still may need humans stationed at confusing spots to answer questions for these folks.

Signs should be as CLEAR AS POSSIBLE. A black and white sign with foot tall letters that says PARKING and an arrow is way more effective than themed signage you can't read. Signs are to convey info. If theming interferes with conveying info, function wins.

Even a place that's overall good still may need additional day-of signage if you will have some areas blocked off or people enter from a direction other than the building designer planned for. Or if you have significant number of folks attending that speak a language other than that used on the venue's signage.

Bathrooms- a lot if covered under wheelchairs, but there's specific concerns here for other users. We solve the menstrual products problem by put a bag on the counter in every restroom with menstrual supplies AND basic first aid items.

You may be able to ignore the things related to children at age restricted events.

TRANSIT- if you can't get there to start with, it doesn't matter if the inside is accessible. if you're US based, a car might be a necessity, but if you have a choice between a venue by public transit vs one away from it,pick the one with transit. You just potentially opened up attendance to a lot of people that don't drive for some reason (disability, minors, economic). and advertise its by the transit!

OTHER CONCERNS- most of these are related to sensory processing issues. some of these you can solve day of with some noise reduction stuff or just offering earplugs on site. Some you just need to let people know "this is a thing" so they can make their own preparations ahead of time.

Sometimes just knowing there is an issue may mean someone doesn't attend... but it's better to know than come and leave due to a bad surprise. Focus on who your core group attending this event is and make sure they can use it.

sometimes you simply can't make it accessible to everyone due to conflicting access needs. The group that couldn't get full access this time gets to be the priority a different time. This is extremely frustrating for both organizers and attendees when there's a conflict, but sometimes all you can do is go "we see the conflict, we can't resolve it without prioritizing, so we are focusing on core group attending. We'll focus on your group at a different event where we can solve this issue."

Weight limit for seating. this is sometimes really hard to figure out, you may need to ask the venue owner about it. They may also never have considered it! this might become a permanent fix at site. It might be you bring in heavy duty temporary seating. if you rent seating, ask the rental place too!

sharps containers you may be able to obtain for free from your local health department. Ask! The last thing you want is someone coming into contact with a needle in the trash. It's better to have it and not need it, than have a problem.

[radlymona]

Watching the trans conservatives vs. liberals debates is absurdly ridiculous.

Their first debate is about trans women in restrooms and the trans women cons are like “yeah women have spoken out about making them uncomfortable so we’ve rethought it.” While the lib trans woman is like “why should we care about self ID? Trans women matter more.” Then the non binary Sam smith looking dude is like “I sometimes use a man’s or gender neutral bathroom,” adding absolutely nothing to the conversation. Then like 20 mins in we finally get to hear a trans man speak and her perspective is that she growing up he was bullied for his gender non-conformity and not fitting into Eurocentric beauty standards (wonder why you transitioned) and because of that she thinks not letting trans women into female bathrooms is hurting all women. Because she thinks women are going to tell other tall women to get out.

[ang3lz-lov3]

My Only Love

Tw: none :3

Genre: fluff ?

pairing: geto x reader (gender neutral pronouns)———————————————————————

HELLO THERE BEFORE THIS STORY STARTS I JUST WANTED TO SAY IM A NEW WRITER AND IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT I CAN IMPROVE I WOULD REALLY BE GRATEFUL AND NOW ONTO THE THE STORY HOPE U ENJOY :3

“Remember the first time we meet?" (IS THAT A NANA REFERENCE!?) Suguru asked from behind as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder

“of course love how could I forget"

You replied as you turned around to give him a peck on the cheek

(2 years ago)

The day you meet him the love of your life, you where working at your job in a coffee shop as a barista

"It's raining pretty hard don't you think So Y/N"?

Your coworker asked

“Yeah I guess so”

“Guess sale's will be pretty slow today”

You replied as you stretched a bit

“I'll be back Y/N need to use the restroom"

Your coworker said as she scurried to the employees restroom

"fine just hurry up don't take to long like u did last time”

you replied with a frustrated tone

“OK DONT WORRY BE BACK IN A MINUTE”

your coworker yelled as they closed the door

"yeah in a minute my ass”

You though to yourself

then all of a sudden you where brought back to your sense's as you heard the bell on the door chime

A tall man approached the counter his face had sharp features that could pierce threw you while his eyes were brown with a hue of yellow that made them look like honey

“What would u like today sir?”

You asked the man with a polite tone

“Not sure what would you recommend?”

The man replied his voice deep yet soothing which sent a sort of shiver down you spine

“Well I would recommend a iced coffee”

you told the man

"That sound nice give me an iced coffee then”

the man replied

"right away, any name for the order?”

you asked

“Geto… Geto Suguru yeah"

Geto replied

*Even his name is as beautiful as him* you though to yourself as you prepared his order while taking short glances every chance you got

"your order is done sir”

You told Geto as you handed him his drink

“How much would I owe you beautiful”

he said with a teasingly tone

Your cheeks became flushed as you heard those words come out of his mouth

He noticed your reaction and a slight smirk formed on his face

"It's… Ito going to… to be $5.50"

you stuttered as you replied still flushed by his words earlier

he handed you the money, as he was about to leave he took out a piece of paper and pen he proceeded to write down something on the small piece of paper

“Call me later beautiful I would like to get to know you better”

he said this as he handed the small piece of paper to you

you stayed in shock as you tried to process what had just happened

"What the hell happened to you why are you so flushed and worked up all of a sudden?”

your coworker said as they patted down their hands on their apron

"you won't believe what just happened”

To be continued :3?

(was planning to make this a short story but I guess this is what happens when you really put your everything into something)

probably will do another part depends if I’m lazy or not also this was made for my pookie since it’s her man :3

SEE YOU SOON OR NOT :3