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redr0sewrites · 3 months

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Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

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striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work

sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet

there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one

he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you

striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.

you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought

this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin

striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class

poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear

when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that

he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety

it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself

even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe

hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay

underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you

hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house

he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him

he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities

i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does

everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time

hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything

because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave

HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU

striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules

you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions

nsfw

yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw

the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj

seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up

striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him

theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless

his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face

striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact

he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art

def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it

striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)

he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm

when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever

when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal

hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)

ORAL FIXATION.

striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face

he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought

hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you

striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before

he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable

he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot

striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him

sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up

when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away

when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of

....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...

hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone

striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it

guysgys GUYSSYYSYSYSYSY RUGERHEHEHSSBSSHSH I FUCKING LOVE STRIKER SM HES MY FAVVV!!!! ALSO HELLUVA BOSS IS OPEN FOR REQS !!

im not gonna make a separate masterlist for helluva boss im just gonna add this to my hazbin masterlist ahshsh

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ravens-two · 26 days

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PAC: Your Next Romantic Relationship

This reading includes:

the person you'll be dating next

The extended reading includes:

when and how you'll meet this person

what the relationship will be like

any 18+ messages

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone. Also, this content is 18+ only!

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Pile 1

Who are you dating next

Eight of Cups, Moon, Tarragon - Regeneration

The first thing I'm getting for this person is that they could be a scientist or work in research, maybe even as a teacher. They seem like really deep thinkers and people who are very well-read or that tend to read a lot. Besides spending a lot of time and energy on their work - that seems to be their passion - they also look like they really enjoy traveling. Some of them may have to travel for work (and now I'm seeing that some are archeologists or something like that), but most seem to travel for pleasure. No matter what your next person is someone who has travelled a lot and has seen a lot of the world - and even if they haven't travelled "that much" it could be that you haven't travelled much at all so that's why it seems so much.

Your person is also a very deep thinker. I'm getting something very specific about them which is that they like to get to the depth of any subject. Let's say that you're talking about your favourite dishes, your person wants to get to the bottom of the subject, they want to analyze why you love those dishes, the memories you have of them, how hard or easy they are to cook, then they may get into the culinary arts in general or the history of food or something like that. Do you know what I mean? Once you start talking about something with them it's like they unravel the subject as if it were a ball of yarn.

Your person seems to be an introvert. They don't really like crowds and tend not to go out or party too much, they prefer to keep to their friend group or to small groups in general. I feel that this is also related to how much and how deeply they like to talk, it's better suited for smaller groups. For some of you it might also surprise you that this person is more spiritual than you thought. They might not practice anything in particular (including religion), but they very much believe in something bigger than them and are very open to the spiritual side of things. This is also someone who has been through a lot and has had to reinvent themselves multiple times. I feel like your person is very wise and has a lot of life experience specifically because of this - they've just been through so much shit that would have broken down any other person.

When it comes to their appearance I'm seeing pale skin - and depending on skin tone you can even see their veins - and dark hair. Mostly black and brown hair, but I'm also seeing red (dyed I think). In general, they seem to be taller and leaner. Even for the men they don't like they are very muscled. I'm also seeing that some of them have dark circles under their eyes. So what I just heard was that they "look a bit like a fucked up Tim Burton character come to life" lol. I do think that they are good-looking but in that Timothée Chalamet type of way. Also, I think that your person has huge eyes!

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Pile 2

Who are you dating next

Three of Wands, Strength, Marigold - Positivity

The first thing I'm seeing for this pile is tanned skin and defined muscles. Your person looks like they spend the whole day under the sun. I'm literally seeing them wet as if they had just come out of water. An interesting detail I just got is that they have body hair, especially for the men they seem to have hair on their chest and tights. I feel like for most of you this person has really dark eyes, the lightest color I can see here is a darker shade of hazel eyes. No matter what they have warm and very expressive eyes. It's the type of eyes that you feel safe just looking at them, honestly.

Speaking of warmth and safety I think that your person just radiates those vibes, especially if they're a man. They seem/are someone who's reliable and handy, basically someone who you can call at any time of day or night and you know that they'll find some way to help you. They also seem the type of person who really cares about the safety of your friends, not just yours. This is very specific to some of you, it doesn't really apply to everyone, but your person also has a bit of a himbo energy. Like they have a really good heart, very good looking and strong looking too, but not much going on in their pretty head. But, again, this is just for some of you! For most of you this is someone who is pretty smart and very aware of the current political/social climate.

One of the main things I'm seeing is that your person is very hopeful and definitely an optimist. They try to cheer you up whenever they feel like you're feeling down or when you need just an extra push of motivation. The thing that keeps coming up though is that isn't just for you it's for your friends, their friends, the people around you two. It makes me think of those guys who only want to buy a drink to the girl they're interested in instead of the whole group and it's the polar opposite of that. If you're hanging out with your person and your friends, your person will make sure to treat your friends well and make them feel welcomed.

For some reason I feel like your person might be a firefighter or EMT, I'm not sure why, but it seems like more of a physical/manual type of work. This person doesn't look like they're sitting behind a desk the whole day. They might work the night shift too. No matter what they do, their work is a source of satisfaction for them and their "way to contribute to society" so it's important that their work aligns with their values. This person has a bleeding heart and they're always trying to help whenever they can. They might do volunteer work or community work of some kind, but this is someone who really cares about their community and the world around them. A bit random, but your person might cry very easily, just like watching a commercial or something like that. It seems that they are very emotional. A bit like pile 1 in that sense, but I also feel that your person has been through a lot and that's exactly what made them kinder and made them worry more about the people around them. Very, very specific but I think that hunger and poverty is something that really "hurts" them if that makes sense. It would be the thing that they would just erase if they could.

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Pile 3

Who are you dating next

Sun, World, Sweet corn - Ritual

Okay, the first thing I'm seeing is that your person loves eating and cooking and feeding people to be honest. They see meals almost as a sacred ritual that helps to create stronger bonds with other people. I feel like they're really good cooks, especially because they have a good palate. Your person also seems like the type of person that is really close to their family, like calling/texting them every day, sharing a meal together every weekend, that kind of stuff.

This person might have OCD or something like that, but their daily rituals seem very important to them. They are someone who loves routine and feel a bit anxious when things don't go as they had planned. Honestly, that seems to be the biggest issue for them they get really disappointed/annoyed when they plan something and it doesn't happen, even in simple things. Let's say that you two plan to go watch a movie and eat popcorn, but when you get there there ins't popcorn. Well your person is devastated. It's only for a couple of moments, but yeah it really hits them strong.

With the Sun and the World though, this is a very successful and hard-working person, but also someone who is very happy go lucky. Like they genuinely believe that life is beautiful and a miracle and they will romanticize even the smallest things. They seem like the type of person who will just tell you "it's going to be fine" even in the face of something absolutely tragic and that couldn't possibly "be fine" (somehow they may end up being right though).

They seem to have a very child-like and radiant personality too if that makes sense. In a way it's because they really attract other people's attention just for being themselves, but also because they just seem so genuinely happy and joyful. When they laugh it makes other people want to laugh as well. You may get an instinct to protect them at times, because it seems that they are too innocent for this harsh world. They're definitely dreamers and they think that even the smallest action can change the world. They have strong beliefs about what they think is wrong with the world and what should be changed.

When it comes to appearance I'm seeing blonde or light brown hair, maybe even some ginger here too or maybe a brass tone. In general, I'm seeing really long hair, especially for the women, and mostly wavy or curly. Although I think that the shorter your person's hair is the curlier it is. For their eyes I also lighter eyes here, even the brown eyes are more of a honey shade. The most striking thing though is that your person - no matter what they look like - is very beautiful. They get other people's attention precisely because of how physically striking they are. I feel like they tend to be very symmetrical and their bodies are very good looking too. It seems that they tend to be taller and curvier, both men and women.

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Pile 4

Who are you dating next

Two of Wands, Ten of Wands, Peppermint - Success

While doing the reading for this pile "Ocean Eyes" suddenly came up so I really feel like your person is probably going to have blue or green eyes, maybe even hazel too. I also feel like their eyes have this very emotional quality to them, it's like you could get lost them in them because they're so expressive. Honestly, I get a very big Ian Somerhalder vibe here like with the dark hair and very light eyes and that contrast. I think that in general your person is a person of contrasts, of light and dark and even contradictions.

Do you know that Walt Whitman's poem "Do I contradict myself? / Very well then I contradict myself / (I am large I contain multitudes)"? I think that they really embody these lines. I'm also getting Fernando Pessoa's "I am nothing. / I shall never be anything. / I cannot even wish to be anything. / Apart from this, I have within me all the dreams in the world." Your person is very, very poetic pile 4. Maybe they're into literature (especially the classics) or they really love reading/writing poetry. This person is very deep, but again, filled with contradictions. They are hard to understand because they seem to be many things all at once. It's a very Gemini energy to be honest.

Apart from this your person is also very successful. They may come from money or they worked really hard until they got to where they are. No matter what though they dedicate a lot of their time to their work, to the point that they can't even rest properly because they can't take their mind off work. Some of them might also have some personal project or a business that they feel very passionate about and are just waiting for the right time to "launch" it. They're someone who makes a lot of plans, but not like in pile 3, more in the sense of making a plan to break down the steps that they need to take. This is for organization not control, if that makes sense. They also seem to really enjoy traveling, but either don't have much time for it or they end up getting tired in the middle of their trip. They feel like the type of person who has wanderlust, but also gets homesick easily.

They are introverts for sure, and although this doesn't mean that they're antisocial it really does feel like they spend more time at home or by themselves. To me this feels more like they never really get the company that they crave. They really need mental stimulation, and the people around them can't really offer them that. Something that's coming up is that they might struggle with the little demon and angel on their shoulders sometimes. I feel like the little devil sometimes really wants them to cause some mischief or chaos and they try to control this. Honestly, what I'm getting from this is that they may annoy you on purpose, for their own amusement. I don't think that this is toxic, it's more meaningless stuff that will make you laugh rather than really annoy you.

What I can tell you pile 4 is that your person is very, very unique. I think you'll know it's them as soon as you meet them because you'll think that you've never met someone like this.

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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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one piece boys falling in love at first sight

☆ characters: ace, rayleigh, marco

☆ up next: one piece characters with a jealous gf

☆ a/n: my last post generated a lot of new followers and requests! i'm so happy and am excited to start working on all the requests. i also will be posting a master list soon so thank u for being patient with me on that front haha. enjoy! <3

ace

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“Welcome aboard!!”

Cheers erupted from the crew, as they all swarmed the deck.

Joining the Whitebeard Pirates was always celebrated with an enormous party.

The sun had started to set but it still beat down relentlessly on the ship and Ace craned his neck to try and get a better view.

You were all the crew had been talking about for weeks.

Some thief who had managed to steal from the Whitebeard Pirates and get away with it.

He remembers how Whitebeard laughed when Izo and Thatch came moping back from inventory, nearly pissing themselves when they were forced to admit they’d been got by an amateur.

Whitebeard had ordered that you be tracked down immediately because anyone who stole from him with that much skill and audacity deserved a spot on his crew.

After a few weeks of searching, Izo came back with you.

From what he’d heard you weren’t easy to convince.

There was alcohol being passed around and the spray of champagne bottles being opened left and right misted his neck.

He pushed through everyone and began making his way toward the front.

He eventually bumped into Marco who’d secured a front-row seat, downing beer as your fellow pirates all came to get a look at you.

“What’s the big fuss? Can’t get any damn sleep around here,” he groaned.

Marco laughed, “Jealous that you’re not the shiny new toy anymore?”

“Barely.”

Both men had given up on trying to get a look at you and decided they’d wait for everything to die down.

“Want a beer?”

Ace nodded and readily accepted the cool can, chugging it within seconds.

“It’s hot as hell out here.”

Marco took another sip of his drink, “If you feel hot how do you think I feel.”

“Well you’re kind of fire too, you know, like- the whole phoenix thing is-”

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s different though.”

“I mean, you could argue that the blue fire is hotter than the red part.”

“Yeah, dumbass, but the point of my devil fruit isn’t fire.”

“Okay well, they’re close enough.”

The heat got the better of the both of them and they gave up their argument, both fairly moody at the heat and the noise.

“When’s the food part starting.”

“Soon probably, apparently Thatch has the hots for the kid.”

Ace choked a bit on his drink.

“What do you mean? Like he thinks he’s hot?”

“She.”

This caught Ace even more off-guard.

“She!?”

Now he really wanted to get a look at you.

After another few minutes, the crowd relented, and people started making their way back to the rest of the ship.

As the group of cheering pirates around you thinned, you felt relief flooding your senses.

You took a deep breath and walked on board the Moby Dick.

It was massive. Now that you could actually see it, you realized just how intimidating of a ship this really was. Of course, you’d had a general idea since you did rob it blind, but still. It was different when you were a welcome guest.

Ace took his chance now, and as the last of your welcoming party dissipated he made his way over to you.

As if on cue, you turned to look at him.

The sun was positioned perfectly behind your head and framed you in a sort of angelic light, it poured up and over your frame from behind you, casting golden hues through your h/c hair.

He stopped in his tracks, one foot still caught mid-step, trailing behind the other.

You were… pretty.

The slight breeze that had been brought with sunset, swept through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open.

Your lips were slightly parted, had you been saying something?

He didn’t know, he was too enraptured with everything else.

You stood tall, it was clear you had pride to spare.

Your tan skin glimmered with the same regal hue as your hair, and never in his life had Ace felt that something- someone had commanded his attention so thoroughly with just their presence.

You walked toward him, Oh my god she’s walking toward me.

He was proud and he had abundant confidence in his worth but if he’d ever doubted that, it was now that he did.

You extended a hand towards Ace, and as if moving through honey your movement was gentle and smooth, but certain.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, I think I’ve seen your wanted posters before. You-”

Whatever else you said wasn’t registered by the freckled boy in front of you.

His cheeks were red and his eyes set.

He was breathing deeply, hanging onto everything you did, drinking in the magnificent sight of you.

He instinctively reached his hand up toward his head to take off his hat and hold it against his chest.

Your voice was silky and hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

The way you looked at him, your eyes intensely focused and direct, had his knees feeling shaky.

Any ounce of ego left in his body from the first sight of you, drained out of him as you spoke.

His brain was flushed with sudden anxieties.

Had he come across as a creep? What if you took to the other guys? He was young and maybe you wanted something else? Maybe you didn’t even want a guy at all and your ambitions involving piracy had nothing to do with men!

You looked at him with a puzzled look, your nose wrinkled slightly.

“Are you okay?”

Fuck, she’s so cute.

If he had been less out of it, he would have heard Marco’s cackling in the background.

“Real smooth, Ace!” Thatch yelled from the balcony outside the kitchen.

You laughed, She laughed!

Ace blinked back the muddled thoughts and premature anxieties that had started fuzzing his thoughts.

You were giggling to yourself and seemed nearly ready to try and introduce yourself to the next person.

Ace had a million things he wanted to say to you, but he had time. You both had all the time in the world.

So he instead opted to tip his hat and flash you a smile.

“Hi.”

rayleigh

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A quick stop, Roger had promised.

No more than two days, he’d said.

Everyone knew he was lying, and that they’d be landbound for at least a week, but no one was going to complain.

Almost no one.

“Roger, we should get going,” Rayleigh urged, but the Captain was three beers and ฿3,000 into a game of poker. They wouldn’t be leaving until morning.

Roger laughed loudly, earning stares from the bar's patrons.

“What’re you in such a rush for?! There’re women and booze all over the island, go find some to your liking and quit complainin’!” He laughed again and Rayleigh gave up and decided he’d just head back to the ship for now. He’d send someone to pick up the captain in the morning.

He didn’t mind the island itself. It was a spring island, and the clime sat at a gentle temperature, with easy-going winds. Tall grass covered the majority of the island and flowers were in bloom all over.

Yellow daffodils and pink tulips littered the island, dotting the hills and fields with spots of color.

He made his way slowly back toward the ship, taking more time than usual to enjoy the scenery. If he was going to be stuck here he may as well enjoy it.

The sun was just about the set, and vibrant hues of orange colored the sky and with his hands in his pockets, he wandered through the hills back to sea.

The island had no real port, there was just a bay where ships parked. There weren’t any walkways or built-in passages from which to disembark from the ship, you simply had to drop the anchor and paddle or swim to the rocky shore. The grass grew right up to the edge of the ocean, and he sat down in it, deciding he’d wait until it got dark.

A soft rustling to his left caught his attention.

Tucked in the grass, was a girl sleeping, a book in her hands.

She was wearing a white dress, and it moved together with the grass, back and forth, pushed by the wind.

A cool breeze ran through your body and with a slight shiver, you slowly blinked your eyes open, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, rolling onto your stomach.

You flipped through the pages of your book, going back and forth a few times before deciding to close it altogether.

You sat up, stretching your arms out over your head, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

Rayleigh was, for lack of a better term, entranced.

He was completely hypnotized by the sight of you.

He felt as though you’d materialized before him, a beautiful fairy or something similar.

He’d heard stories of sailors coming across women whose beauty stopped them in their tracks. Women that they thought about every night after those initial encounters, held a complete hold on their minds.

He thought that now he felt something similar.

He felt awkward just sitting and watching you, and thought he might say something.

A tug in his chest urged him to stand up and try and present himself, but he felt an irritating nervousness spread throughout his body.

C’mon, Rayleigh.

He was usually so… good at this.

If he saw a pretty girl at a bar or a port or an island he would just talk to her.

Everything after that came naturally.

He was a Roger pirate for god’s sake, people around the globe feared him and revered him, and yet… and yet with every breath, he took to try and start a sentence he came up blank.

The thirty seconds he’d spent trying to speak to you felt like an hour and he thought his heart might stop when you’d turned around to look at him.

“Oh! Hello!”

He drew in a breath.

The colored sunset light fell on your face and illuminated your features in soft hues.

Your eyes widened slightly at the man standing before you and you gave him an awkward smile.

“Have you been standing there a long time?”

An accusatory look settled on your face, and your lips settled into a frustrated pout.

“I, um, yes,” he admitted, a blush creeping onto his face, “I wasn’t- I mean- I had just sat here to enjoy the, um-”

“Yeah, yeah, you creep, I get it.”

You laughed as you said this, and he relaxed a little.

“You’re not from around here are you?” you asked.

“What gave it away?”

“You seem surprised that someone was sleeping outside. It’s normal here, I swear I’m not some weirdo or anything. Our grass is known for being soft.”

He sat back down, slightly closer to you this time.

“What’s that?”

You sat closer to him, pointing to the log pose on his wrist.

“It’s a compass. Pirates use it on the Grand Line, it works by using the magnetism from each island to route the way toward the next one.”

“You’re a pirate! You don’t look like one! Or act like one.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

You giggled, and he felt completely swept up by your presence. How quickly you started trusting him, the curiosity in your voice that only grew with each question he answered.

You continued asking him questions, what being a pirate was like, why he was a pirate, and who else did he know that was a pirate. Had he killed anybody?

The more you talked, the more he started feeling like himself. His wittiness and sarcasm started slowly coming back to him, he was able to put aside his awe for your beauty in exchange for his usual flirtiness.

The dynamic between you seemed to shift back and forth between who felt bold and who felt shy.

“Do you drink?”

“Do I look like I drink?”

Rayleigh laughed, and you joined him.

Night had set hours ago, yet you kept talking as though you had all the time in the world.

You inched even closer to him, he sat with his legs crossed, and you sat on your knees, feet tucked underneath you.

You were facing each other and you leaned forward, bringing your lips closer to his.

“When do you leave?”

He tucked some stray pieces of hair behind your ear, trailing a hand down your face.

You rested your head against his palm, looking up at him.

“Soon.”

“That’s too bad. I like you a lot. You’re more than a pretty face.”

Rayleigh smiled at that, “I haven’t heard that one before!”

In a burst of energy and eagerness you pressed your lips to his, and just as quickly retracted.

He smiled again, bigger this time, and brought his arms around your waist, holding you in place.

You pressed another kiss to his lips, still too quickly for him to reciprocate.

He laughed and you felt proud at the blush you saw coloring his cheeks.

“Tell me, pirate, are you busy tonight?”

“Not at all, pretty.”

“Would you like to be?”

“Very much.

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“Why can’t you send Ace to do it?”

“‘Cause I sent ‘im to go get fish from the market,” Thatch explained, “And before you ask, I can’t go either ‘cause I’ll be here. Cooking.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be back soon.”

Marco threw on a sweater and made his way into the town they were staying in. Thatch was all worked up and excited since they’re known for their produce and food quality.

Naturally, everyone had been sent out to get different ingredients for him.

Marco looked down at the short list he was given, ‘Apples’.

‘Very concise,’ he thought to himself.

It was midday and the sun was shining. It was fairly warm on the island, and it was covered in trees.

There were several signs that pointed him towards the location of the apple farm your family owned.

He found it with ease and walked around for a bit when he didn’t see anyone out front.

Every tree was teaming with ripe apples of all kinds. Overripe ones littered the floor and there were some chickens walking around.

He had been walking for no more than five minutes before he saw you.

You were reaching up to try and grab the apples that were up on the higher branches of the tree.

You strained your arms upward, using the trunk of the tree as support, your long legs balancing on the tips of your toes.

Your short dress slid up against your thighs, revealing a soft tan line.

A few beads of sweat formed on your forehead and after your third reach with no success, you gave up.

He could feel the pace of his heartbeat start to pick up slightly.

You looked so calm and at ease. The line of your body as you stretched upward was tantalizing and he couldn’t look away.

He didn’t want to scare you so he gently cleared his throat.

You turned around in a panic, knocking over a few of the apples in the full baskets that were on the floor next to you.

“Oh! Welcome! Sorry! Sorry- I’m the only one in today and I was trying to get a few more baskets full,” you explained to him.

“No worries,” Marco said. His voice was deep and he sounded so laid back.

You were still a bit too far to converse at a normal volume so you walked to him, caught off-guard by how handsome he was.

He wasn’t wearing anything surprising, nor was he doing anything that was out of the ordinary but you could tell that he wasn’t from around here.

His hands were calloused and he had a few visible scars spread across the visible parts of his skin.

“What can I get for you today,” you smiled at him.

“I was sent out for apples! I suppose I’ll take two baskets pleas-”

Marco’s voice trailed off and he cut off his own sentence as he looked and actually made eye contact with you.

Oh, god.

He knew you’d probably be hot based on what he’d seen earlier but you were… unspeakably beautiful.

Your cheeks were full and bright.

Your lips were a lively pink and your eyes caught the shifting glimmers of sunlight in them.

Your hair was pulled back into two messy braids and your loose strands of hair swept back and forth over your face.

You were unbelievably flattered.

Naive as you were to love and its complications, you knew what a tempted man looked like.

An unfamiliar sensation tugged at your chest. You felt like the tendons and muscles around your heart were opening and contracting wildly.

Your breath hitched in your throat and settled itself right on your vocal cords, you couldn’t say anything.

You both held a hilariously awkward form of eye contact for several moments.

Marco swallowed and cleared his mind, regaining his composure to the best of his ability.

“Two of these,” he said again, blinking his gaze down toward the floor as he gestured down toward the basket.

You took a deep breath and nodded, grabbing another basket for him.

They were heavier than they looked and after watching your two failed tries at lifting the baskets, Marco offered some help. “Oh, y-yes, please! Thanks,” you said, stepping back as he walked over and picked up the baskets with ease.

“How much do I owe ya?”

“Um.. j-just ฿15.”

“Fifteen?! That’s it?”

“We have, um, a discount going on right now... For handsome travelers.”

Why would I say that? Oh my god, why would I say that!? your cheeks started to rapidly heat up and you shuffled your feet nervously.

Your heart started beating faster against your chest when Marco responded, “How sweet. Take this as a tip then.”

He had a devilishly handsome smile on his face, and you looked at the money he was handing you. “Oh fifty is way too much- I can’t accept that, that’s more than the two baskets would normally be anyway.”

“Well, this is what I always tip beautiful girls.”

You laughed, trying to ignore the rising temperature of your face.

How embarrassing to be this easily flustered.

He smiled at you, clearly enjoying himself.

“C’mon, I insist,” he closed your hand around the money and gently guided your hand back toward your chest.

You pouted, feeling guilty that he gave you so much money.

“You’re sure?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pirate,” he said, “There’s a lot more where this came from.”

His voice was full of confidence but he was so relaxed.

It made your stomach twist.

The way he carried himself- you could tell he was dangerous, but he was so laid back.

“A pirate?”

He nodded.

You put the money away, and played with the ends of your braids, unsure of what to say to him.

He bent down, one arm on each side of you.

Your breath caught in your throat and you stood frozen still.

He picked up the baskets, one in each hand, from your sides.

“As much as I’d love to spend the rest of my day here, I’m afraid I have to report back soon.”

You nodded, sheepishly looking down at the floor.

He smiled at you again, winking this time.

He turned and started walking back toward the entrance.

You knew you’d probably never see him again and a kind of unknown anxiety made its way to your chest.

“Wait!” you called out, running after him.

He turned around.

“Will... Will I see you again?”

This time a less nonchalant smile spread across the Commander’s face.

“Oh, absolutely,” he teased, “I’ve got wanted posters in every town from here to North Blue.”

You pouted again.

So cute! Marco thought to himself.

“You know what I mean.”

“I can work something out.”

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Marco,” he answered, “What’s yours?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty face.”

You smiled.

He couldn’t help but stare.

It suddenly dawned on Marco the Phoenix, First Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, that he was positively, undoubtedly fucked.

You stood in front of him, waiting for him to say something else.

“You’ll see me again,” he said, this time with unwavering certainty,

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6. Don’t make plans for the next morning.”

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amusement park date w/ enha 🫧🎠🎢

synopsis: enhypen headcanons for a cute little amusement park date!

pairings - ot7 non!idol enhypen x reader

(☼) a/n: happy new year lovelies!!! long time no see! things have been so busy :( but i went to lotte world during christmas break!! and this was all i could think about… enjoy <3

🖇️ jungwon:

- a SWEETIE PIE. just. omg. ur heart is fluttering the whole time he is so sweet and he’s so smiley

- ur photobooth pics are so cute. he would find all these goofy poses to do w u and get all the funny little props AND HED GET ALL RED LOOKING AT THEM STAWPP

- in the line he’d play w ur hands </3 he’s worried ur bored during the long waits so u guys are just non stop talking and playing around

- i think on scary rides he’d be a little scared but not as much as u. and he would know that so his hand is always firmly on urs and hes laughing bc he finds ur screaming so cute. WAHHHHH

- takes random photos and videos of u. and you’ll be like 🙄 and he’s like “what. u look cute i cant help it.” he’d try to take videos on the ride so he can watch them later and geek about u holding his arm hehe

- he’s so observant. like he can tell if ur tired u don’t have to tell him. he’ll just be like “u just wanna sit for now?” and you guys will just sit and enjoy each others company and watch w ur head on his shoulder </3.

🖇️ heeseung:

- just flirting with you the whole time he is such a little goof.

- strangely good at all the mini games and it’s so attractive.. like he’ll try one of those carnival games for fun and now all of a sudden you’re carrying around this huge bear he won for you

- finds you so endearing and it shows in his face :( when you’re scared or freaking out or just excited any emotion in general he’s like visibly geeking. he’s a man in love

- calm but also so cute when you’re on scary rides. but no matter what he’s gonna be ur arm to squeeze bc u are NOT calm

- competitive during those shooting games. like u are going to war. he acts all calm but when the game starts he’s in battle and ur just trying ur best 😭 (he’d let you win tho)

- you’re both lowkey clueless goofs together riding on like random rides that u join random queues with no idea if they’re kiddy rides or scary but u both love it anyway

🖇️ jay:

- gentleman. GENTLEMAN. constantly carrying ur shit he is so boyfriend coded

- has literally everything you need and things you didn’t even know u needed like ur battery ran out in ur handheld fan? he for some reason has batteries packed. he knows.

- buys you all the good food. and lets you try it first 🤭 wants to make sure you try all the classic amusement park food. u will never be hungry around him like u are always eating good

- buys you a goofy stuffed toy and you guys name it together based off of some random silly little inside joke you guys made 💔

- you definitely have cute goofy pictures of him in line messing around and he’s just making really stupid jokes and everything is funny when he’s around. i feel like he’d also have his arms around you and he’s right beside you just lowkey making sure you’re not scared or nervous

- overall calm during crazy rides but if you’re freaking out he’s just making you laugh and distracting you because he wants you to enjoy <333

🖇️ jake:

- the silliest ever. i don’t think you would have a single dull moment with him. he would be so hype and giggly it would be so fun

- so playful and fun in line. like he never makes u feel like ur boring him, spending time w him is so easy <3 like ur just asking each other stupid would u rather questions and playing silly little hand games

- scaredy cat. ur on a scary rollercoaster? ur on a regular ride? either way he’s screaming crying and laughing. he is holding onto your arm/hand for dear life. “I CANT DO THIS I CANT WTF HAHAHA THIS IS SO FUN”

- would tease u about being scared BUT if u were actually super scared he would be so quick to notice :( and he’d look at you with such concerned eyes like “wait are you ok we don’t have to” and be quick to physically comfort you </3 what a sweetie pie

- would definitely try and win a huge teddy bear for u and go “this one’s for u”…and probably lose. but it’s ok cus he’ll make up for it w matching keychains <3

- definitely puts random headbands and hats on both u and him at the souvenir shops and gets all excited AHHH. he’d also fix ur hair or clothes if it got messed up from a ride GOD IM GEEKING

🖇️ sunghoon:

- scaredy cat #2. the biggest one. he is so scared u have to drag him to the big rollercoaster you wanna do

- sunghoon loves the views and scenery, so your date is really relaxing and chill, he’s your personal photographer taking photos of you in the ferris wheel with his film camera!!

- but he knows you wanna do one scary one and hes comfortable enough and trusts you so he decides he’ll do it and you think it’s so sweet.

- he is SO NERVOUS he is shaking while he’s holding your hand but in the end he enjoyed and he was giggly the whole time but he’s like “Never again pls.”

- you’d put on one of those random hat souvenirs on him and he’d get shy but he still buys it (and a matching on for you <3)

- lowkey eats up the kiddy rides like that is his TERRITORYYY (and of course if there’s an ice-skating rink you best believe he’s dragging you there too)

🖇️ sunoo:

- photobooth photos EAT. you two are so photogenic hello pinterest couple photos

- lowkey matching everything. matching headbands matching keychains plushie, and lowkey matching clothes but not super obvious you just complement each other super well

- SCREAAAAM TWINSSS. you guys can be heard from neighbouring countries when u ride rollercoasters and it’s so fun

- so giggly and wants to do everything. like he is fearless he will do every ride with you. but at the same time if you don’t wanna do too many he’s totally fine with that too but he wants to film cute little tiktoks with you and show you off 🤍

- you will never feel bored or uninterested around sunoo. he always finds a way to talk about anything and everything with you in the lines for rides, waiting for your food, he’s always making conversation and you really appreciate it

🖇️ ni-ki:

- the most unserious and funny date ever. the type to play fight in the lines and the type where both of you are sitting and leaning on the railings and you guys almost lose balance

- points at every plushie or mascot or figurine or cartoon and says “that’s you” or if there’s more than one “that’s literally us”

- somehow spots every baby or pet in the park and he’s like “loook awww!!:!:!.l” and you’re like boy we gotta go!!!

- constantly taking 0.5s of both you and him. but mostly you. he takes one of you two moments before the disastrous drop of a ride and he almost drops his phone.

- such a tease and jokester like u cannot catch a BREAKKK. “eyyyy ur scared aren’t you.😏”

- every time you grab onto his arm or hold his hand or hug him in the line he is nonstop blushing even though he’s trying to be lowkey but it is NAWTTT working.

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#enhypen #kpop #enha #kpop edits #heeseung #jungwon #kpop icons #kpop layouts #sunghoon #kpop gg #jake #sunoo #jay #riki #enhypenfluff #enhypen x reader

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hollowtones · 10 months

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do you have any tips for . getting motivated to learn to cook? i am struggling but i really want to enjoy good foods made by me…

Start small. Start simple. Do stuff that requires minimal prep and few ingredients. That way you have more energy to spend on practicing technique because you're spending less energy worrying about everything else. Bake a potato. Make a simple pasta. Make a salad. Put a can of beans in a pan with some spices and a bit of garlic. Make oatmeal. Cook an egg. Fry up a grilled cheese. Find a veggie side dish you like and see how you can make a simple version of it. You know yourself better than me. Think about what you like & how you can make it fun to make something for yourself.

If the issue is "where do I start? how do I start?" The websites I tend to look recipes up on are Serious Eats and The Omnivore's Cookbook. There's other good sites out there, but there's also a lot of clickbait garbage type stuff (like with anything else out there, I suppose), so you might need to do some looking around.

If the issue is "how do I actually do any of this?" One of my favourite Guys Who Do Cooking Stuff Online is J. Kenji López-Alt & he does a lot of POV videos where he cooks & talks about the technique & ingredient substitutions and stuff. He does a buncha writing for Serious Eats, too. Another channel I like is Internet Shaquille, which also generally focuses on technique & learning & approachability to cooking. I have spent a lot of time looking at various channels on YouTube related to cooking and there are a lot of them ranging from "useless if you are new" to "useless if you are on a budget" to "this is a long-form advertisement" to "this guy's just miserable to listen to". There's more than just two good video resources out there, obviously, but these are two that I like.

If your issue is "but this seems like so much work?" Well... sometimes it is. Try focusing on individual steps if that stresses you out (it stresses me out on some days, too). Also, get into the habit of cleaning your dishes / kitchen ASAP. I don't have much specific advice to offer on that other than Find Out How To Make It A Habit For Yourself. But making sure you have a clean & empty sink / a loaded dishwasher by the end of the day makes things less of a slog in my experience. You know your own capabilities and energy levels better than I do, and you ought to know there's no shame or no wrong-doing in getting help, or getting certain things pre-made or pre-cooked, or anything like that. Anyone who tells you otherwise is probably projecting, or a dickhead, or trying to sell you something.

I know some of this kind of amounts to "well just try it". But genuinely, just try things out. Try not to be too discouraged by failure. Mistakes are a learning experience for next time, and often cooking mistakes are recoverable, and sometimes cooking mistakes let you accidentally discover something you like. (The number of times I've fucked up eggs over-easy made me realize I like it when the yolks are broken up & they're just kinda soft and lightly scrambled. LOL)

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Admirer is so sweet 😭😭😭😭💛😭💛😭💛 soft Aether,,,, I'm so soft for him he's so comforitng, and it's such a sweet concept 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 will we ever see a part 2?

I've got something for you, ghesties.

Little offerings (Aether ghoul x g/n reader)

The Nameless Ghoul is standing tall in front of you.

Shit.

This wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was simple. Leave the basket in front of the door, knock and then run away.

So easy.

Except, apparently, you were excessively loud. Guitar in his hands, the ghoul stands right under the doorway. His head is tilted to the side, in a blatant display of curiosity, and his eyes are obscured behind reflective glass. However, you feel that heavy and dark stare burning on your skin.

Gathering a deep breath, you lift the basket in his direction. Hours and hours of investigation have left you more confused than before, because there's no general agreement about what infernal creatures like the ghouls enjoy as offerings.

Chocolate, wine, coffee, grapes and apples are a reliable option. You added a few of your favorite candies and bananas, since he seemed to appreciate them. But now, under his penetrating eyes, everything is ridiculous.

“For you,” you say. The silence is unbearable, extremely intense on your exhausted body. It’s late in the afternoon and there’s nothing you want more than to go back to your room and maybe, just maybe, hide under the blankets. Ghouls are ancient creatures, forged by hellfire. They feed on human’s energy, almost like parasites. Alone in front of one, here you are offering him mundane human food.

Maybe it is really stupid.

Taking a step to the side, the Ghoul moves away from the door. His hand rises as he points at the table, in a unmistakable indication for you to set the basket there.

You obey. Moving fast, you place the offering on the table and turn around, ready to bolt away and just forget about this interaction. Your face is warm with embarrassment and the saliva is too thick inside your mouth.

It is impossible to go far away, because he's right behind you, standing way too close and towering over your figure with his presence alone. His energy is strong, more substantial than any normal human, and once again you're hit by that feeling of uncanny valley that makes your stomach shiver.

There's nothing you can distinguish behind the dark, reflective glass of his mask, nothing that offers any hint about what he's thinking about. Ghouls are unreadable creatures, unpredictable. Some time ago, one of them growled at you when you accidentally bumped into him on the hallways.

Even if the one in front of you is not hostile and aggressive, you still feel nervous. The Ghoul seems to notice your uneasinees, because he steps back and sits down again on the chair. His hands toy with the guitar strap as he adjusts it into place, letting his fingers fall on the instrument.

Breathing out, you take that as your cue to leave. Before you can take a step his foot moves to push the other chair away. His head points in the direction of the furnite, in a silent but clear invitation.

Sit down.

This is… not part of the plan, either. Despite that, you sit.

Still in silence, the Ghoul begins to play for you. It's a melody that charms you to the core, that moves something deep in your guts and heart. The pace is gentle, with lengthy notes that reverberate on the walls and your skin. It sounds almost like an old ballad, something that resembles the feeling of a declaration of love.

It's foolish to think so, but you don't care. Closing your eyes, you allow the music to soothe your nerves. By your side, the Ghoul leans his head, looks into your face and smiles.

Ps: In my head, the reason why Aether doesn't talk in this is because he's SO FUCKING NERVOUS. He wasn't expecting reader to give him something and now he's like OH SHIT WHAT DO I DO.

Not pictured: Dew in the hallways, screaming "FUCKING FINALLY" and just cheering for Aether. (He is tired of Aether constantly rambling about wanting to get closer to Reader but not knowing how).

#aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls #my writing #my fics #ask box #request #thanks for the ask!#ghost band fluff

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tbh i really want to know more about kolya. what were his thoughts on nikita and nadya's relationships? how did sanya react to his death? who did he work as? what did he think about olga? what was his childhood like? would he be a good uncle? when is his birthday?? what food does he like???

так мног�� вопросов, так мало ответов....

hes one of my favorite pafl characters and i know so little about him.. but i love him anyways

Honestly, even though there's been very little of him in the series, he's also one of my favourites! I can't answer all of your questions because we will get a closer look at him later on, so I'll keep it more or less general.

Kolya was a very calm person, very easy to be around and casually talk to. He worked as an electrician; in his free time, he enjoyed photography and music, and played the guitar. He was particularly fond of 90s-early 00s Russian rock, which ruined Sanya's music taste forever.

That said, he was a rather difficult person to deal with in close relationships. And not because of him being an airhead (though that could be troublesome at times).

Despite the calm demeanor, Kolya was a very uncompromising man, and not a very empathetic one either. Not quite uncaring, but very detached from people as a whole. In some ways he was a lot colder than his brother.

Fun fact: him and Nikita used to both speak with country boy accents. The latter just actively trained himself to sound more "educated".

#parties are for losers #asks #deepest lore #kolya #nikita #myart #scraps

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Tumblr crossed soul mates yessssssss you have the BEST opinions and dropping asks here is so much fun and really it's the highlight of my day.

Shanks trying to get flirting advice from the crew, specifically Roger, is both so in character and absolutely hilarious. Like. Dropping my own headcanon here, but I feel like Rouge was probably ALSO a badass of a woman, and so Roger's type is women who could destroy me. Shanks has the same taste, plus a little extra friends-to-lovers trope seasoning for extra Flavor. Crocus is just off to the side, either NO help or equally as bad. Rayleigh is certain he's going gray already bc of the Shenanigans.

Imagine for a moment that Shanks keeps Not Being Clear. He thinks he's being OBVIOUS, but Buggy, while Suspecting Smth, isn't gonna make it easy on him (she also is terrified to be misreading things and refuses to take that chance. She talks mad shit, but Shanks is her PERSON. Of course she loves him, of course he's her soulmate, her beloved, her bst friend, her comrade, of course of course of course. But she'd rather remain best friends and pining inside than risk losing him at all.).

It comes to a head when they have their Regularly Scheduled Whitebeard V Roger Fight.

((Insert a crack ship here but-)) Maybe, after the battle, during the cool down, this time around there's no Teach to set Buggy's instincts off. Maybe Marco, just a few years the cabin kids' senior, has Noticed Buggy. Maybe the Phoenix is preening and fighting weird, sudden instincts and is so absolutely FLUSTERED by it. Maybe Buggy is, in turn, flustered or flattered by the attention - maybe she even misconstrues it.

Marco is letting Buggy look over his books, is offering her his hand when boarding or stepping off a ship - either ship, mind you - is sharing his food, is shouldering others aside to give her something Shiny and Pretty, is attentive to if she shivers, if she sweats, offers her comfortable places to sit, is just.... in her orbit.

And Shanks does not like that, not one bit.

So he's in a Mood, as one would expect of a jealous teen boy, no matter his general disposition.

Others have noticed by now, the intense glaring matches between Marco and Shanks are shooting over an oblivious Buggy's head. She's just too excited by treasures, fabrics, textures and books to care much about the boys - until the evening.

Marco invites her to read together by the firelight, a blanket in one arm. She's tempted - he has a few books on constellations that she's debating lifting from their dusty shelves, and so few on the Oro Jackson enjoy reading the way she does.

But then a hand hooks decisively on her waist. Suddenly, Shanks is beside her, arm around her, holding her, pinning her, to his side and chest as he shoots what may generously be called a smile at the zoan devil fruit user.

"Buggy is capable of speaking for herself, Red-yoi."

"Oh, she is! Absolutely, I'll never cast doubt on that. She's spirited, alright. But ya know something, bird brain?" His eyes darken, smiled falling. "She's mine."

"Is she now?"

"If she wants to be - I won't force it. But watch your hands. Don't get so touchy with my Buggy."

"Stay in your lane, Shanks-yoi."

And suddenly the hand on her waist is gone. Suddenly Shanks is gone. Suddenly there's a brawl, right there, and Buggy is left gaping as her brain works on overdrive.

Half the assembled crews are drunk and cheering them on, a good chunk are asleep or off wandering, but Buggy is soon swept into the safe cocoon of Toki's arms, tucked to her side.

She is transfered to Roger, to Rayleigh, taken home and calmed down because the fragile, precarious structure she has assembled now has become full of unknowns. She's losing her mind over it, but more than that, she's fighting a desperate hope that she hates herself for having.

Shanks can do so much better than her, she tells herself.

The boy in question comes staggering in soon after - he was pissed at Marco, sure, but he noticed when she started panicking, when she began floating, when she was gone - and he came for her. He came as quickly as he could.

And he apologizes. "I shouldn't have called you mine."

Her chest feels like it's been stabbed.

He continues without hesitation. "You're your own person. You're too bright and smart and strong and awesome to just be some guy's girl. You're Buggy, and my feelings for you shouldn't ever take that away from you."

"What..."

"Mm?"

"What are you feelings for me?"

And they cry that night. They yell, and scream, and cry, and laugh, and when they fall asleep, it's tangled together in his hammock, her head resting on his chest and his grin buried in blue curls.

Marco and Shanks, both as adults, still have a semi-playful rivalry going on where they're down to throw hands at the drop of a hat, but it's all in good fun. They still sometimes argue over Buggy, but it's mostly to get her to blush, cackle or yell at them - usually, all three, though not in that order. Marco calls her "the one that got away" and makes the melodramatic "sometimes I can still hear her voice-" comments if only bc it makes people either laugh, groan, or get absolutely flabbergasted.

He was invited to their wedding.

AAA I'm so glad you're having fun sending the asks because I have so much fun reading your ideas <33 They're just SO good.

This is all PERFECT. Rouge was definitely a badass of a woman and somehow Roger managed to date her. Somehow. He doesn't know. He thinks he knows. He doesn't. And his advice isn't really that helpful for Shanks, ngl. He's just left without knowing exactly what to do to win Buggy's heart, but at least he can talk to Roger about it.

And,,, The Marco thing,,, The jealousy,, Especially with the rizz this man has, honestly, Shanks is righteously feeling intimidated. He's older than them and he's hotter. He looks more mature and calm and he reads and does those things Buggy enjoys. He makes her laugh, too, and Shanks is furious because he should be the one making her laugh!! It's not only that it makes him mad, but also, it makes him feel insecure about himself and his abilities. The thing is, Marco makes Buggy feel comfortable and appreciates her a lot, but he isn't Shanks. She thinks that Shanks doesn't feel the same and she won't confess either because she's scared of ruining their friendship. So Marco is the best option here, right? She should settle for him. But he isn't Shanks. And Shanks knows he doesn't have any right to claim Buggy or whatever, but this is pissing him off a lot. Both of them being stupid and feeling insecure about the other's feelings is so good,, And then they talk things out, of course, because Shanks shouldn't have said those things, but also Buggy did like it. Kind of. The fact that he was so protective of her. And that night they finally confess and kiss for the first time and it's just so good-- They laugh and whisper sweet nothings between kisses and it's the first time they do it but it feels so right. Buggy thinks about them being soulmates, but Shanks is the one to say it out loud.

And ever since, Shanks and Marco have had this rivalry and nobody knows exactly why because they never tell people about it. But it's just so hilarious to see them bicker for something that happened years ago. Every time Buggy remembers that, her self-esteem goes higher and higher, so at least she gets something good out of it.

#help this is so funny #i love jealous shanks because i think it comes from a place of insecurity and not possessiveness and it's more like #he knows buggy belongs with him and he won't force her but it hurts to see her with somebody else bc it doesn't feel right #and buggy doesn't feel good either doing it btw she wants shanks to confess already #they're so young and stupid and in love gonna cry #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #shuggy #one piece

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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The OM Brothers reaction to Levi secretly having a male s/o?

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters: Levi x Reader, platonic!brothers x reader

Warnings: subtle mention of homophobia in mammon's but thats really it

Notes: this didn't specify so i decided to do headcanons i hope that's ok

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Lucifer

he's impressed tbh

first of all, not many can pull one over on him like that

secondly, just had a "if he's happy im happy" kind of mentality for levi

will give you the "if you hurt him..." speech later when he catches you alone for a moment

overall doesn't react much but makes sure to tell levi he's happy for him & proud of him later

sees how happy you two make each other and as long as it stays like that, he can't really complain

Mammon

his immediate reaction is betrayal

levi didn't TELL HIM ?? his wonderful older brother?? the GREAT mammon????

that subsides pretty quickly when he goes into protective brother mode

was a little worried (for no reason) someone might have some 'opinions' abt the fact he was dating a guy

was prepared to glare daggers at anyone who tried to say anything

luckily didn't have to. gave levi a big hug and told you 'welcome to the family' with that super fake "i will kill you if you hurt him" kinda smile

him and lucifer are alike in that way at least

Satan

more or less disinterested

its not a big deal but he's happy for him

more neutral on the subject

doesn't really go out of his way to talk to people so its not like he's gonna be friends with you (unless you initiate that)

doesn't dislike you and its not like he doesn't care he's just very indifferent?

Asmodeus

polar OPPOSITE of satan

SO interested he wants to know everything about you

on one hand, offended he wasn't told but on the other he's trying to figure out if you have siblings

makes a "if he gets boring i live down the hall" joke but SWEARS its a joke when lucifer and mammon glare at him for that one

you have to remind levi you love him later because he gest a little insecure abt that

getting the initial attempts to flirt out of the way he wants to know everything about you and everything about your guys' relationship that he MISSED already

is making interest boards already

so invested already tbh and sometimes he seems pushy but he's just trying to do whats best for his brother

sometimes that means horrible advice and other times that means putting him in eyeliner. who knows

Beelzebub

not a huge deal to him

once the initial "oh he's dating someone that's cool" wears off he's back to asking if he can go to the kitchen ad get something to eat

does try to get to know you though

asks you a lot about food (its beel)

enjoys talking to you when you're around

he's just easy to talk to in general

tries to give you the don't hurt my brother and be a good boyfriend talk but when you mention lucifer already did it laughs and goes "oh good i wont scare you again" and moves on

genuinely thinks you're good for levi and tells him so once he's gotten to know you a bit

Belphegor

was sleeping when levi introduced you to everyone

missed the formal announcement

didn't question it when suddenly there was just this Guy around the house of lamentation all the time

no one else made a big deal about it so he didn't either

one night asked beel before they went to sleep and just

"hey beel whos that guy that's been over like four times this week" "oh yeah that's (Y/N) levi's boyfriend"

...

"oh. ok neat."

literally doesn't care doesn't faze him at all

he's so used to asmo's typical liasons he figures it's nice levi has someone to take care of him

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shylemon0 · 2 years

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Geralt dating an Autistic!Reader would include (Headcanons)

Hehe

Warning: implied violence, Autism things, hinted (?) autistic Geralt, judgement from ignorant people, meltdown

(Gn)

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· The few people you knew would probably be worried about you and the Witcher being a thing, and they’d think that maybe he was using you in some way, but you’d shut that down quick since you know the stigma Witchers get for simply just living · Him not caring if people think he’s rude so he’ll just grab you (or notion with his head) and leave any conversation if they are making you uncomfortable in any way

· Even though generally Geralt isn’t a physically affectionate person, he always happily accepts your touch when you feel comfortable enough with doing that · He lets you play with his hair whenever you want, he loves how it feels having you braid and brush his hair(especially if you are gentle), it’s a way for you to let him know you love him without saying ‘i love you’ outright

· I think that either his eyes would be easier or harder to look into, if they are easier then you’ll probably just stare into his eyes without a bother because his eyes are just so pretty, but if they aren’t easy to look into, you’ll probably still try to give quick glances here and there and Geralt would understand the discomfort of having eye contact, he finds it uncomfortable sometimes too (though he is a glarer, sometimes he just generally doesn’t like it) · He loves traveling with you since you both are comfortable with silence, he just enjoys your presence, it’s pretty comforting to him

· If anyone were to threaten you to get to him he’d be pissed off, like really pissed off

· He’d be so concerned when you’re having a meltdown, especially if its a really bad one, he’d do whatever he could to comfort you and make you feel safe, if it was in public he’d glare at anyone who’d give you a weird look before you two got to somewhere quiet and dark, he’d let you grab ahold of him and cry into his shirt if that’s what you needed or let you just sit curled up without him touching you at all if that’s what you needed, whatever you need he’ll do it, all for your well being · He understands finding it difficult to show people how you feel and being perceived as unemotional/apathetic but also feeling too much at the same time

· Him constantly being worried about scaring you away whenever he has to do his work (you probably don’t even think about it as a ‘bad’ thing since it makes sense to you that he has to do things like that because he’s a witcher)

· As a way that you show him that you love him is, being caring and just generally helping him in any way (pretty much babying him lol), like you’ll wash his dirty clothes when he finally gets to sleep, you’ll take care of his hair, you’ll make him food sometimes, and just help him out when he’s exhausted after a long day · He loves listening to you talk about your interests and will listen intently, he loves to see how happy it makes you, and listening to you rambling is an easy way for him to get in a good mood

(I have a taglist now! It’s on my pinned post if you want to know more about it!)

#witcher #the witcher #geralt #geralt x reader #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #witcher netflix #witcher x reader #Headcanon #headcanons #dating hcs #dating headcanons #x reader #x autistic reader #x autistic!reader #autistic!reader #autistic reader #hc

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irabelaswriting · 2 years

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halcyon 1/2

pairing: morpheus x f!reader | rating: E | words: 5.2k | ao3

tags: #1 emo boy’s coping strategy being avoidance?, checks out, halloween party, the mask comes off, pining, angst, jealousy, possessiveness, semi-public sex, exhibition kink, fluff, no use of y/n,

summary: Getting ghosted by a literal dream felt... very small. A niche subgroup that you couldn’t really turn to anyone about – and that you’d rather not even belong to in the first place.

That time Morpheus doesn’t keep his promise.

Until he does.

a/n: the sequel to influx is here! tags will be updated when part 2 is posted. hope y'all enjoy, let me know what worked and what didn’t<3

The party has been going on for a couple of hours now. Your friend has all but abandoned you to go after some situationship, leaving you with acquaintances who you barely recognize beneath the layers of greasepaint and masks of different movie slashers.

Weight shifting on your feet, you look around.

The guy your friend has roped you into seeing rounds the corner, mask tilted to the side as he grins at you. He’s dressed as that slasher from Friday the 13th; or at least, you think so. A hockey mask sits tilted to one side of his face, jaw and jowls smeared in sticky fake blood, costume haphazardly put together with a bloodied orange prison uniform.

Everyone needed a costume to get in – your friends had made sure you weren’t able to sit this one out because of a lack of it. And so, you got put in a deliberately skimpy outfit — bare shoulders with a low cut, and stay ups.

Pretty. Flattering. Inviting.

Even if it still was up to interpretation as to exactly what you were supposed to be.

“Thought I lost you.” He holds out the can of generic brand hard seltzer towards you, smiling.

That was unlikely. You hadn’t moved on an inch from where he’d left you, and you fight the urge to raise a doubtful brow.

You don’t really remember his name (was it Josh? John? James? … Jason? the outfit would be eerily fitting, in that case, maybe even on the verge of bad taste), just that he’s shown interest before at some mutual event. Hung around, asked about you, added you on your socials afterwards. Liked every picture posted and swiped up on every story, heart and fire emojis in abundance.

You’ve blown him off with that easy, breezy way that you use on people you have no real interest in. Let him down easy, not wanting to cause a scene. He is, after all, on the fringes of your friend group, and it would be sad to make that circle any smaller than it already is.

So, you’ve let Josh put his hand on your hip, fingers splaying out against the small of your back. Let him get a good look down your cleavage every time he so much as turns to look at you. Let him guide you into conversations with that hold on you, like you might vanish into thin air if he lets you out of sight, or as if you might get stolen away by some other adversary.

With a small thanks, you accept the drink. The crack and fizz as you open it and take a sip fills the void for long enough that Josh starts talking again, ushering you back into the crowded living room with his hand on your hip, too low to just be friendly.

And why not? It wasn’t like Morpheus had been around.

At first, the visits had continued. As he had suggested.

Morpheus would appear at the oddest times – in the middle of your living room, or in your bedroom. One time, you’d stepped out of the shower and gotten a real fright, much to his smug amusement.

And it wasn’t as if he’d just show up and fuck you through the nearest available surface, as you might’ve suspected first. No, he was good company, too.

If you offered dinner, he’d accept, even help (he would, however, not eat much, only poke the food around, despite trying everything). If he was still around in the morning, you’d wake up with his arms around you. It had even gone so far that you would make enough coffee for the both of you in the mornings – a new addition to your daily routine.

Perhaps you had grown a bit attached, as he had alluded to. More days than not he would come around. And you had certainly grown accustomed to having him around; that there would be twin pairs of cutlery and plates in your dishrack at the end of the day.

And if you didn’t want to… well, you hadn’t found yourself in that particular predicament yet.

If you asked, he’d even come along on errands. He wouldn’t say much to anyone else – just listen in on your interactions with cashiers and clerks, observe those around you with a slightly guarded expression. One time he had even joined you on some silly little non-errands; collecting parcels and treating yourself to coffee and cake.

Hadn’t even protested or pulled away when you wrapped your arm around his on the way home. You had, of course, done everything to make the gesture seem natural and not the carefully planned and orchestrated action it had been, heart thumping in your chest the entire time.

In fact, you had thought he looked rather pleased at the casual affection.

After getting home that day, he managed to run up your water bill some more. Barely let you get into your apartment before he was on you.

Hair wet and clinging to his face, eyes glimmering up at you as he let you dangle on the precipice of yet another orgasm.

You wet your lips with another sip of your drink, trying to rid the image of Morpheus on his knees in your shower.

It was as if he had vanished without a trace. Slipped through your fingers like sand.

A month had passed. From the beginning of October to the end of it — only really dragged to this particular Halloween party by your friends because you were a moping mess most of the time that refused to elaborate as to why your mood was so depleted.

Morpheus had used you. It— it had worked. You were out of his hair – no longer his problem. He had taken back what had been unwillingly bestowed upon you at that first meeting, so many weeks ago, and left you high and dry.

It had been what you wanted; the ability to get your rocks off had definitely returned. But now, you acquired another, different, problem. Every orgasm was fueled by thoughts of him; making up for lost time, masturbation statistics shooting up faster than rent in a gentrified neighborhood. All of them subsidized with new fantasies, no– memories replaying across your retina.

Still quivering from the comedown, Morpheus lodged inside you, grinding deep, almost too deep for comfort. Lean arms wrapping around your torso, slender fingers digging into the softness of your sides, pulling you down in union with his raised pelvis. Hips pistoning, tapping repeatedly upwards, until you wail into the crook of his neck, unable to do anything but letting him take what he needs.

Thighs rubbing together, you shift on your feet, inhaling through your nose, steadying yourself from thinking more about any sexual ventures.

As the days turned to weeks with no further call or interaction from Morpheus, not even the merest whisper in your dreams (that had all returned to the same boring routine of your teeth falling out or other mishaps) that he cared, you had started to suspect that he... had forgotten about you.

Used you for the purpose he had stated and then left. That you were nothing more than a means to an end.

And sure, that happened. Not like you’d been a virgin, or even inexperienced in the one night stand department—

It just—

He had not seemed like the type to instill false hope into you.

But as time passed you couldn’t help but feel as if that was the case.

Why had he stuck around then?

Getting ghosted by a literal dream felt... very small. A niche subgroup that you couldn’t really turn to anyone about – and that you’d rather not even belong to in the first place.

Was it something you said? Something you did? You had recounted every interaction, every exchange like a heartbroken teenager, trying to find a reason for the abrupt end. Even shed a few tears about it in the dark of night.

Maybe it had been true, what he had called you – lonely girl. So desperate for a connection that this mere fling of intimacy had your heart soaring, had brightened your days enough to make you actually look forward to them.

Suddenly despondent, you take another sip of your drink, feigning a smile as Josh finishes yet another story that has the cluster of people surrounding you laughing. Again.

Really, you had thought you’d even gotten better at reading Morpheus’ cues. The little telltale signs that he wanted to touch you, wanted you to touch him, that he needed to leave or that he found whatever it was that you dragged him along to was particularly amusing. Even with your limbs entwined in bed, you had gotten better at figuring out his cues – exactly how he wanted to be kissed, wanted to have you.

Had you been wrong all along?

Perhaps it was the same as what you were doing to Josh. Leading him on by not swatting away his hand the moment it landed on your hip, by laughing along at a bad joke he told. Instilling him with hope, the promise, that you would go home with him, maybe even let him pull you into one of the many vacant bedrooms on the floor above and let him do as he pleased.

Maybe you were the same as Morpheus.

Maybe you deserved what he’d done to you – how he’d left you. Alone and hoping. A thin layer of something like sand in his wake you’d spent the good part of two days finding scattered across your apartment and which you had subsequently vacuumed up, cursing him under your breath the entire time.

Thoughts turning dark, you zone out all the noise, the music, the people, around you; the bass is the only thing you feel, thrumming through your system.

In the peripheral of your vision, something moves. Barely, you turn around in vice like grip Josh still has on your hip, eyes searching in a crowd of muddled and masked faces–

A person, dressed in all black moves through the crowd, just a few feet away. A mask so unusual that it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before covers their face; made up of a long, boney appendage and tinted pieces of glass shielding the eye sockets. Around you, people stop and stare, almost startled as they’re passed by. No one makes any moves to approach the mysterious figure, letting them pass by as if all they’re seeing is a mere stranger on the street.

The stranger doesn’t seem to mind, no– notice, any of the odd looks.

Instead, the scarlet glass covered eyes lock with yours, eerily familiar.

A shiver races through your system.

As if nothing has happened, noise fills your ears again, loud music reverberating through your system, everyone around you seemingly forgetting the sight of the wispy form of a stranger.

What was that?

“Just gonna get another drink,” you mumble, barely giving any mind to pleasantries for the moment, untangling yourself.

“You just got one.” Josh’s brow furrows momentarily. Instantly, you’re reminded that he was the one who got the can for you, that hurt tinges the fringes of his voice. Like he’s a puppy you’ve just kicked.

“Not a big fan of cherry.” You lie on the spot, scrunching your nose up and shaking the can back and forth. “I’ll be right back,” you add over your shoulder, hitting him with the most charming, reassuring smile as you leave to investigate.

The eyes that you feel lingering over your rear are unmistakably his.

Quickly, you act, intent on not losing track of the figure.

You don’t know what you saw — just that you feel inexplicably drawn to it. The mask was weird, in an uncannily familiar way; as if you’ve seen it somewhere, passed it by in a shop window without sparing it a single thought. With its giant bug eyes it would’ve looked like an overgrown dragonfly if it wasn’t for the spine-like mouthpiece – and surely, you think you would remember seeing that.

Getting through the crowd is easy; and as you move into the hallway you swear you catch something moving towards the end of the staircase.

Tendrils of black smoke lick at the varnished wood posts going up to the second floor. They curl upwards and inwards like tails, a soft beckoning motion, before vanishing into thin air, one after another.

And like a dog on a leash – you follow.

The last wisp of dark shadow sneaks around the bend, just enough that you don’t miss it. Drink willfully abandoned at the bottom of the stairs, you start the climb upwards.

A long corridor greets you, filled with large wooden doors in the darkest of oak, dimly lit and foreboding.

Hand on the stair post as you twist around, already forming a plan to start your search at the shorter end of the hallway when you feel it.

Maybe it’s some primal instinct from when humans were prey more than predator – but the hair on the back of your neck prickles, feeling the weight of a presence behind you.

Your breath hitches.

Slowly, as if any sudden movements would scare them off, you turn around.

Your own reflection stares back at you, painted red like guts. It’s even stranger up close, the mask; all metal and stone, glass and bone. Much more of a helm than a mask, you note.

“... Morpheus?”

A ruby dangles around his neck, crimson like thick blood.

“Take off the mask, it’s creepy.” You say, suddenly uneasy at seeing yourself in the bugeyed reflection. “You look like the cryptkeeper.”

“That’s my sister.” The voice is distorted through the helm, but sure enough – it’s him, the baritone familiar, intimately known to you. And he obliges, hair even more tousled than usual as he removes it.

“...What?” You blink, shaking that off as you take him in. Despite it all, he’s still gorgeous – the mere expanse of his neck sends a tingle through your body, trying your hardest not to stare at his Adam's apple, the lips you know are soft, that you know has kissed parts of your body that even the skimpy outfit isn’t showing off. “W—what are you doing here?”

“Attending the party.” Morpheus motions to the helmet in his hands.

“No— very funny,“ his reply shifts you off key, like it’s impossible that he would be here for that simple reason alone. Regaining your footing in the midst of emotions filling you is harder than it should be, and all you manage is a scoff, shrugging. “I wouldn't know. Not like you’ve been around.”

His eyes roll over you, taking in the costume, the carefully guarded tone you’ve chosen, before he replies. “Circumstances have gotten… complicated.”

By your sides, your hands form fists, jaw clenching.

“Great fucking excuse,” you smack a hand into his chest. Him being here doesn’t make you feel any less jilted, any less upset–

The impact doesn’t even seem to faze him, only meeting the resistance of his chest, but momentarily, his dark brows pull down. “I do not expect you to understand.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system making you braver, angrier, but you voice raises above the conversational volume you’ve kept, no longer able to keep the hurt in your chest contained–

“Understand? How hard is it for you, of all people, to let me know in a fucking dream or whatever that you didn’t want more than—“

From the foot of the stairs, someone calls out your name.

You’ve taken too long. Now, Josh is looking for you, intent on leading you towards the end he has imagined all evening.

“It’s Josh,“ your whisper sounds panicked, even to your own ears as you turn towards the sound.

“A friend?”

You don’t hide your eyeroll at his terse tone. “Just some dude—“

Morpheus scoffs.

At once, your head whips back to meet his gaze.

He’s frowning at you, like a skulking child.

“Are you serious?” You’re still whispering, and you’re not sure why. “You can’t be seriously upset that I– that I–”

What was it that you were doing, really? Replacing him by leading along a guy who's had it bad for you since the moment he laid eyes on you? At the realization, the way you’ve clipped your own tongue, you decide that you don’t particularly feel like talking to Morpheus anymore.

“You left me.” You simply hiss, turning back to hurry down the stairs.

You’re gearing up to answer Josh’s call, air rushing to your lungs – when slender fingers wrap around your elbow.

Instead, all that leaves your lips is a startled sound as Morpheus shoves you into an empty bedroom, seemingly exerting no strength while doing so.

“Hey!” You protest.

Morpheus hushes you, actually hushes you, as he leads the way with you in front of him, out on the bedroom's adjoining balcony.

Below, the garden is alive with people. Fairy lights twinkle, people in masks and costumes laughing and drinking, music still loud enough to be heard outside. The lights are a bit redundant; a full moon sits fat and round in the sky, illuminating the scene in pale light – a perfect addition to the Halloween party. No one thinks of looking up – or at least, you hope so as Morpheus presses you against him, your back to his front.

Now, he was the one with a front row seat to look down your cleavage.

“Stop,” your fingers snag around his wrist, about to struggle to get free, to make the distance more controlled, “let me go.”

“Quiet,” he retorts, “they’ll find us.”

“It’s all your f—“ the words are cut off as his fingers smarts a garter against the soft plump of your thigh.

You gasp, momentarily stunned before you’re readying up to turn around and smack him again when his grip tightens.

“Quiet.” The command is repeated in a whisper right by your ear, punctuated by a pinch to your thigh. Pulling you tighter against him, slender fingers digging into the natural curve of your waist, making sure the two of you are shielded from the inside of the bedroom.

Warm fingers soothe the hurt on your thigh, even warmer breaths hitting the soft skin of your neck. Gods, you’ve shivered for less.

And, you feel compelled to listen to him, heart beating at the pit of your throat, adrenaline surging through your system.

Like a bloodhound on a trail – Josh has followed you.

Even from out on the balcony, you hear him in the hallway, looking for you, accompanied by someone.

The hands on your midriff move upwards.

“Where could she have gone?” Josh’s weary sigh is audible enough that you realize he’s right outside the bedroom door now.

Fingers with light pressure behind them trail up against your ribcage, taking their time before reaching their goal.

“Not over ‘ere,” responds the other voice, slightly slurred.

Tucking his head against your shoulder, Morpheus’ hands curve up from below, cupping your tits in his broad hands. Pushing them up like the most scandalous push-up bra would, molding them against his hands as you wriggle in his hold and you think you could curse him now. Heat starts flowing through your veins, and he has to know, feel it through the layers of clothing separating you, embarrassment and want stoked like a fire by his attention.

“So responsive,” he whispers, a thumb following the natural curve on the underside of one breast, a hot trail left in its wake, testing the plumpness of you with easy pressure.

Deftly, the soft pads of his fingers shift ever so slightly, hooking in the hem of your already low neckline, and slowly, slowly, drags the fabric down.

Stiff and aching, your nipples tighten even further as your breasts spill out and meet the cold night air.

Finally, you gasp out loud.

Anyone could look up from the garden below, see you–

Morpheus tuts, right by your ear, a quiet reminder of his earlier command.

The door handle to the bedroom is pulled down.

At once, you freeze.

You hear Josh tentatively call out your name again, peeking around the room.

Warm hands move downwards, gleaming eyes following the path from the valley between your bared breasts.

“Do you think she ran away?”

Beneath the layers of your skirts, fingers ghosts over your mons pubis, stroking your innermost thighs with a soft touch, until he’s cupping your cunt in his hand. Toying with the crease of wetness that’s obviously there, that has the gusset of your underwear sticky, fingers skirting against your folds as his palm grinds down, pressure applied to your clit.

“Be just like her to just vanish, wouldn't it?”

It feels so good, warm honey spreading across your limbs, and you’re hazy with want, body reacting with a full body rush as his touch ignites your body, a thin sheet of sweat breaking out across your skin. Even when your hand grasps around the wrist moving under your skirts, it’s half hearted – you don’t actually want him to stop. He knows exactly what makes you tick, what makes you putty in his hands.

Perhaps it would feel like losing a battle if it didn’t feel so damn good.

His touch has that effect on you – soothing the anger, overpowering it with pleasure.

The conversation, the noise, the people below in the garden, is all buzzed out from his hands on you.

Someone sighs something – and this time you hear nothing, only the small huff from Morpheus by your shoulder, the low whisper of your name as your legs start to tremble.

His head buries into your neck – incisors finding soft skin and biting down, tongue slowly alleviating the trail of stinging sharpness he leaves in his wake. A large hand comes to rest against your sternum, keeping you to him tightly, fingers tracing against your collarbones, thumb slowly drawing circles at the divot of your throat, protective, possessive.

A digit strokes around the perimeter of your still covered core, but stays withholding. You bite your lip to keep from whining, eyes squeezing shut as you swivel your hips, trying to entice it to enter you, give you anything to clench down on.

If they– if they stepped closer to the balcony, leaned out the expensive lead framed windows, they would catch you. They’d find you entangled with a stranger; one of his hands tucked under your skirt, tits out on display like a heathen. Embarrassment courses hotly through your veins, the mere prospect of getting caught making a new rush of wet soak Morpheus’ fingers.

It’s not something you should want – but it’s been part of your daydreams enough time that Morpheus has to know, has to be intrinsically aware of what this does to you, the thrill of being seen. Just how little he seems to care if someone catches you is only reinforced by the press of a digit to your center, willing you to come apart under him, coaxing– no, daring more sounds to spill from your lips.

Blood pounds in your ears, almost deafening, shutting out everything around you, making you careless–

Before the first, proper moan has time to make it past your mouth Morpheus has it covered with a hand, as if he had felt it vibrating in your throat. The ministrations between your legs don’t even pause, no reprieve awarded you. Two fingers even make it past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, muffling more sounds – it’s mere instinct, but you still suck on the digits, wrapping your lips around them.

You melt into it, into him, a puddle of want as he unravels you, working you like only he knows how to.

The click of the door shutting reverberates through the room.

Instantly, Morpheus' hand is off your mouth.

Gossamer spit still connects your mouth to his fingers. He presses them together in front of the both of you, spit glistening as he inspects them.

“You were saying?” He breathes by your ear.

The haze that’s settled over your mind is dispelled.

“Forget it.” You pull away from him with a start, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, tugging the neckline back up over your bare chest. In the stark moonlight his eyes glimmer as if there’s stars in them as he watches you right your clothing.

“It seems you have moved on.” He remarks, too casually. As if he deliberates on congratulating you on finding someone interested in you.

“Stop it. You’re the one who hasn’t—“

A million demands for explanations, reprimands and sour, hurtful words fill your mind, all of them sitting at the tip of your tongue. A hot sting of tears also tetters dangerously on your lower lash line, ready to burst through – you force that down deep, deep inside. Gods, were you that desperate? Maybe that was why you’d thrown yourself at the first person to show you an ounce of attention as soon as the realization that Morpheus had left you settled in.

Except… he hadn’t.

He was standing in front of you, on the balcony of some Halloween party you got dragged to. Even brought a mask for the occasion.

The cold breeze lightly tousles his dark hair as he peers down at you imploringly. You knew what that hair felt like, the texture of it, had wrapped locks of it around your fingers. Had run your fingers through it, tugged and tousled and smoothed it and done everything in between to it.

Wrapping your arms around yourself now that his heat isn’t there to shield you from the chilly night air, you start again. “Is that why you’re here? Because someone took your spot?”

You wish you could text him, or had some way of contacting him that wasn’t dependent on him being receptive to your advances (or on him simply making those advances first). All this had done was leave you with a feeling of being stranded – no way of knowing when or even if he was coming back. Stuck in a rowboat in the middle of the ocean.

You huff. “It’s not like I can get a hold of you.”

“I am not available at mosts’ beck and call.” The way he says it makes you feel like you’re getting a parental scolding. “My realm is vast, my duties never ending. Other matters have needed my attention–”

Nails dig into your palms. Imprudent, you cut him off.

“If you wanted to, you would.”

He looks like he’s never been interrupted in his entire life. Probably hasn’t – being who he is.

What he is.

Oh–

Where he came from is the place between the stars and the sky, the unexplored trenches of the sea, the still hidden places of this earth that you knew nothing of.

Endless, an ebb and flow you can’t even begin to comprehend. Millenia of consciousness in one person– no, in one being.

Suddenly, you feel stupid. Infinitely small and insignificant. An amoeba in the grand scheme of things.

The tears feel a lot closer to spilling over your lash line than they did before.

“And,” Morpheus finally says, as if he’s been privy to the thoughts racing through your mind, “I tend to forget how differently time is perceived by mortals.”

It’s not an apology. But you feel as if he’s admitting something he never has to anyone else, ever.

You fight away the unbidden fat tears with the back of your hand, voice only wavering slightly. “How– how did you know where I was?”

“I haven’t been completely idle in seeing to that your well-being was kept,” he pauses, scowling at the wetness of your eyes, words hanging in the air before he continues, “up to standards.”

Not that you’ve been well – he’s not using that particular terminology to describe the state you’ve been in. Because well, you hadn’t. Probably, he knows exactly how mopey and depressed you’ve been, sitting around waiting for him to arrive, to make good on his promise.

It– it must’ve been something urgent needing his attention if he didn’t come to you, didn’t let you know, despite that.

Intuitively, you sense that he doesn’t want to discuss that with you, what had caused him to be so swallowed up he couldn’t even bother giving you a dream version of a wyd? – atleast, not now. No matter what kind of talents you may have acquired for the arcane, there were many things you didn’t understand, that you didn’t know about Morpheus.

“How?” You ask instead.

“A raven.”

“A raven?”

CAW

As if on cue, a raven takes flight. Almost silent, the large wings spread out as it takes off, the leaves from the tree it had been perched in parting softly to let the watcher in the canopy pass.

“His name is Matthew.”

The raven circles high above you, cawing again in greeting, corvid outline stark against the brightness of the full moon.

“I’ve never met a crow named Matthew.” You say, eyes stuck on the bird in the sky.

“I’ll have to introduce you.”

You laugh at that – the first unfeigned laugh of the evening, of the past weeks.

Morpheus’ face cracks, if only slightly. A secret uptick of his mouth as he takes in your smile, the sound of your joy.

Without any further prompting, you feel your walls fall. It’s disarming, seeing him again. Hearing him. Being near him. It’s as if your magnetic field shifts – you want to orbit closer to him, want to stray from your already pre-designed course if it meant being just an inch closer to him. A gravitational pull as natural as the ocean’s ebb and flow controlling the tide.

Slowly, you inch closer to Morpheus. Arms wrap around his narrow middle, pressing closer, resting the side of your head against his chest, nuzzling into the dark fabric, the feel of coarse fibers against your skin a reminder that it’s real. He feels warm — decidedly warmer than the chilly, almost November air.

You whisper into the textile, voice small as you speak, as if he’ll disappear if you let him go.

“I’ve missed you.”

For a moment, nothing happens.

Then, his arms circle your frame, keeping you tight against him.

It feels wonderful, being in his arms, being close to him after so long. Breathing in his scent, as ineffable as everything about him.

The full moon sits fat and round in the sky, painting the both of you in pale light. It frames him well, you think, enhancing the dark of his hair, his gleaming eyes. The cloak, almost night itself, shields you from some of it, covers your sides as he cages your form, envelopes you.

If someone looked up from the garden, they would only see two lovers embracing.

Quick, and before you lose your nerve, you rise up on your tiptoes, giving him a peck on his chin, soft and unassuming.

At once, Morpheus has your face cradled in his hands, thumbs tracing against cheekbones, brushing away remnants of wetness still lingering, lips ghosting over your forehead, before he leans down and finally, finally, kisses you.

The wind tousles both of your hair, chilly and cold. You don’t notice it, barely feel the icy needles digging into your exposed skin – only feel the fire inside you, the molten core reginiting, atoms vibrating from the exchange of heat between you, returning the kiss in kind.

You think he missed you too.

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“My Collection”

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staring — gojo satoru x black! fem reader

contents: office au! , cursing, misogynistic language, n word usage (duh!) , usage of pet names ( ma ) , missionary

authors note: this is just a bit of a test drive for this account to see if anyone will really like what i write lol. i plan on finishing this soon but this is just a preview. this is unedited and isn’t proofread btw to forgive any typos. hope you enjoy, mwah

word count: 1984

the rain tapped against the window harshly of your inner city condo, dark grey clouds gathering in the sky. a deep rumble reverberated through the air though it was drowned out by music playing off your flatscreen in the living room. you stood in the kitchen—shirt off making yourself french toast as the smoke wafted through the place mixing with the already lit leather and embers scented candles. getting your last clean blouse dirty before walking out the house was not on the list when you already had so much on your plate as it is today.

as soon as you got into the office you immediately had multiple responsibilities to handle seeing as you guys are behind. you’d just gotten off vacation and although you had a stand in she was a bit of a lazy worker. It was going to be hectic to say the least and you’d rather look good while doing it.

turning the stove off and plating the french toast with the rest of your breakfast you’d already prepared you began scrolling through your socials while eating. eyes laser focused liking comments and replying to dms. you had a modest social media following. content creating seemed like a perfect side hustle, although it’s not easy it came naturally.

outfit styling, food reviews, vlogs was just some of the content you made. being a senior marketing leader didn’t give you the most free time, but because of it you could fund the expensive perfumes you review and the vacations that you go on like your latest peru trip you made sure to document and upload.

as you scrolled through your notifications you’d seen a name that raised an eyebrow.

“._toru6eyez”

at the looks of the name it seemed to be a coworker of yours, not that you were worried your main page being appropriate enough. in fact quite a few coworkers of yours followed and kept up with your page, just this wasn’t one you had in mind. satoru gojo. although you couldn’t see the strangers face—based off the physique from the thirst traps, the back pictures that showed off his snow white hair, along with the tagged post (that never quite captured his face) from people that were closely affiliated with him it was more than safe to assume it was him.

what was he doing liking your post? it’s not like you had an issue with the white haired man, on the contrary it seemed to be the opposite. gojo although was an energetic funny guy always seen laughing with his friends and jr’s, whenever you came around blue eyes iced you out. it almost seemed purposeful that when you came into the room he quickly found a way to exclude you and if you did manage to keep yourself in the conversation you quickly became the subject of harsh jabs disguised as jokes and dismissive glares.

you were no meek target by any means being able to play the dozen having grown up with two older siblings who had quite the mean streak as well. it’s just this is your work place and you didn’t have time for the childish games. at every turn he poking fun at the way you were always dolled up saying if you’d put half as much effort into your work you’d gotten a higher raise by now and other things in the realm of. you’d brought it up to few of your coworkers who were closer to him to no avail. they’d all said the same thing over and over again.

“he doesn’t dislike you, he just doesn’t know you is all. gojo had a bit of a tough upbringing so bear with him, strangers put him on edge.” seemed to be the general consensus. having a tough childhood doesn’t give you a free pass to be an asshole though. they talked about him as if he was a feral animal and not a grown man.

this earned you guys the reputation of office rivals to which you’d have to somewhat agree to. so why was he stalking through your instagram? was still the lingering question as you’d seen he’d taken back his like when clicking on the post. the sound of your alarm going off interrupted your menstruations though. the next 5 minutes were a whirlwind of you scarfing down the rest of your food, putting on your clothes and heading down the condo elevator before speeding off in your custom skyline nissan gtr.

the drive was a blur—always going blank when behind the wheel before you check back in at the arrival of you destination. upon entry into your office building you were swamped immediately, running here and there doing this, that and the 3rd. it’s like you were the only one on your team who did any fucking work. although you were an accomplished individual your credentials didn’t matter to your predominately male teammates seemingly due to the words of a certain someone.

though you’d complain time and time again much wasn’t done except for a long meeting about team culture that annoyed you more than them. so from then on you learned to cuss them out directly but today there wasn’t much time for that much of the paperwork having a tight deadline. and because you didn’t want to die at the age of 21 due to a heart attack from the stress of yelling at those bums you opted to just do it yourself. though dying hot and young was very appealing.

so here you were ripping and running through the halls in your black coach monogram loafers, a stack of heavy papers from your latest client in hand. when returning to your office you quickly cut a corner too fast to stop from running into someone who had done the same. letting out a small yelp from impact your body tensed bracing itself to fall on the hard polished concrete floors. instead though you were quickly yanked up like a ass bad kid from underneath your armpit stopping your fall albeit hurting from how hard you were yanked.

“woah slow down, fast doesn’t always mean efficient. you of all people should know that.” thrown off from the sudden attack your face instantly pulled the meanest glare it could muster. you pulled your arm out of his grasp ready to fire back before being cut off.

“the paperwork you filled out before vacation is incorrect, you need to redo it so my team can finish our campaign wrap up.” the man added the small packet to your large stack of papers putting it at the very top unspokenly saying his stuff is top priority.

scoffing at his audacity you roll your eyes “you could’ve done this yourself gojo, it isn’t even something I have to sign off on seeing it doesn’t correlate with my program.” exasperation lacing your words as you pushed the papers back into his chest making him sway back.

taking off without another word before he could bombard you with more of his bullshit you headed to your office to bury yourself in the heap of work you had. slumping into your seat time ticked past as you signed this, stamped that, and planned meetings for your team. not noticing how the office grew quiet as your coworkers filed out the building for the day opting to go on a team outing despite the rain. you however continue to work only stopping when your stomach let out a low rumble.

todays lunch was just a chicken wrap with some fruit and bottle of water. you were trying to be healthy, it was so easy to get caught up in eating out every day with this job which wasn’t good for your health or pockets. being the ipad kid you were twitter was opened on your screen keeping yourself entertained with the shenanigans you saw; though your eyes widened when a video of a girl with her legs pushed back to ears being pounded into by the built man above her came up on your feed.

your instant reaction was to shut your phone off incase anyone heard. after a beat of silence you realized you were alone, gazing up to the door of your office you saw it was locked. what was the harm? pressing the power button you cut the device back on to see him giving harsh spanks to her clit as she let out sharp yelps.

he had her pinned down by the back of her thighs keeping her in place as he abused her walls. “don’t run me, take that shit ma.” the tone of his voice making you shift in your seat.

his words began getting to you making arousal pool in the seat of those pretty savage x fenty panties you were wearing. it got you to wondering when was the last time you got fucked good. honestly it’d been months ago, almost every time you’ve had sex in the whirlwind of time you’d been working here was a quickie.

nobody having the time to give it to you the way you like it. the notion making your pussy pulse making you shift uncomfortably in your chair again. it was getting you worked up how you saw her juices splash from her cunt knowing she felt so good imagining you in her place. knowing she was getting that everyday left youfeeling a bit envious. some good dick was longer overdue for you but it’d just have to be pushed to the back burner.

as you took the last bite of your wrap you looked at the still unfinished work on your desk.

a weary sigh slipped past your two toned lips as you bookmarked the video in your twitter to come back to later tonight at home. unbeknownst to you, you’d liked the video allowing your followers to see publicly. now your twitter wasn’t as popular as your instagram or tiktok so it’s not like anyone would know any different especially seeing how many more posts you’d end up liking.

maybe not

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glacier blue eyes scrolled through your twitter, he doesn’t know why either. hate watching he’d chalk it up to. he just wants to see what else cringe shit you’re feeding your followers. how could anyone like the shit you post, it’s all so obvious you’re faking you personality for views.

“i think i’m starting to like the person i’m becoming.” he read your caption aloud with a petulant head shake. you were wearing a pair of brown short shorts and even though you were sitting he could tell they cut across your ass exposing your cheeks along with a white tank. upon closer examination the silhouette of your brown areolas peeked through. this is the shit he meant, the fake positivity thirst trap bullshit.

you were a hoe, and it’s not the fact you’re a hoe that bothers him. gojo satoru lovesss the hoes, it’s just the fact you hadn’t fucked him yet. he’d heard from a team member you and todo were fuck buddies. you and him had quickies often, the man beating your poor pussy sore in the backseat of his challenger numerous times. it got him tight, what the hell did you see in him when gojo is right here with good pipe waiting for you.

as childish as it may be it made him lash out on you. when in group setting seeing the way you’d bat those pretty doe eyes at other men but narrowed them at him pushed a button. he was never really one to easily anger but something about you made him tick in the worst ways possible. damn you and that pretty smile, he’d like to imagine you’d smile up at him after toppin him off. thinking about it made his dick hard. you made his dick hard and that’s a crime he’ll punish you for soon.

#gojo x black reader #satoru x black reader #gojo satoru x black!reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo

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