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sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.7k words

♡ … prequel to heavy lifting “Personal trainer Changbin” this, “fitness coach Changbin” that, what if you were his personal trainer this time? Changbin can keep up with his workout routine on his own if he wanted to, but what’s the fun in lifting alone when he can lift with your words of encouragement?

❥ gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, written with a vulva but no specifics), smut, fluff, some crack, crushes/clients friends to lovers, porn with some plot. ❥ mentions of weight (positive context). unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, oral (changbin receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), headlock, strength kink, lots of teasing, dumbification, praise, degradation mention, changbin and y/n are slightly perverted, no specifics about y/n’s physique.

📝 i wrote a thought piece about gym buddy!binnie some time ago but apparently the man himself cannot stop bulking up and working out so i just HAD to write more. this is my first full fic, and yes i drew that piece in the header, so let me know what you think of it through feedback. otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You never expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to like you this much.

Yes, Changbin; he’s a close friend of your coworker Chris. Just like your fellow gym instructor, he’s outgoing, charming, and confident. Except, he somehow isn’t all of that whenever he’s around you.

The two of you properly met for the first time when Chris showed him around the gym. Changbin had been working out in a different place, likely a smaller fitness center considering how amused he was while walking through the area. He was beaming with excitement when he scanned the rows of equipment, but nothing compared to his reaction when he saw you.

He zoned out when his eyes met yours. To say that he was smitten was an understatement. Both you and Chris had wondered where that extroverted man from earlier had gone.

“Changbin?” Chris called his name.

“Oh, sorry.” He attempted to save himself with a laugh.

It wasn’t long until you both formally introduced yourselves to each other. You extended your hand for a handshake but didn’t miss the way his forearm trembled in contrast to his biceps. Even you couldn’t fathom how quick it was for someone to get so obviously whipped. 

The man signed up for a membership here on the same day he met you. He had to think about getting a personal trainer because he had done all of the bulking up and muscle toning mostly by himself. He had practically become obsessed with fitness ever since he was told that big muscles suit him best. He loved everything from the newfound confidence, the look of his curves, and the additional strength. He takes full credit for his amazing body, as he should be, and he’s proud of himself.

That sense of pride left him immediately as he “accidentally” wrote your name on the form under “personal trainer.”

“What about me?!” Chris exclaimed. “I was the one who pushed you to work out! Not only did you turn to a different gym, but you also turned to a different trainer?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—well, whatever, I bet they’re a better coach than you,” said Changbin. He cleared his throat in the middle of bickering with Chris.

Your coworker mumbled about how much easier it was to write his other name “Chan” on the form; unfortunately, all you could focus on was how worked up and cute Changbin got as his ears flushed with color.

Changbin glanced at you before penning down additional details on the form. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. He’s so annoying.” 

“It’s no worry really,” you said to him with an amused smile.

Chris let out a huff. “The worst part is you aren’t wrong, Bin. They’re a good choice for you, anyway.”

“Don’t start—”

“They’re not strict, but they’re passionate,” he continued, patting Changbin’s bicep. It tensed up. “Don’t let them down. They love seeing their clients work.”

“I’m not really like that. Don’t intimidate him.”

“You’d want that, though,” Chris muttered under his breath at your defense.

Hearing that made your blood rise to your cheeks out of anger. You faced Changbin to look for reactions only to find his blood flushed through his cheeks too, for very different reasons.

“Trust me, Bin, they’re tough.” Chris flashed the both of you an annoyingly lovely smile. “They have a ruthlessness that you’ll love, dude. It’s…uplifting.”

If Changbin’s face was heated enough, he’d become toast after this new information. He realized that you’re somewhat like him in the sense that you’re just as strong, if not stronger, and more passionate about strength than he is. You weren’t necessarily the fitness junkie that people make you out to be, but you loved strength. Displaying body capability has always been interesting to you. It’s even made its way to your extremely secret list of bedroom turn-ons. 

The difference between you and Changbin, of course, was that you’re good at hiding your secrets. He was practically letting the entire world know that he’s interested in you.

The following sessions weren’t kind on Changbin. The first one was an eye-opener itself. It wasn’t because you were being “ruthless” as Chris described, but because he tried his hardest not to fall for you too fast.

Falling in love is one way to put it. He did start falling for everything that came with you, but there was something more alluring about you. Everyone has watched him exert muscle power onto punching his limbs to their limits, but nobody’s seen him exert all brain power into suppressing his thoughts about you.

He spent too many minutes thinking about you. It’s only been two and two nights, but he was so easily awestruck by you. Maybe it’s the way you hold yourself. You stood straight enough to sustain good posture. The stance itself exuded confidence, hiding all insecurities in your system. You spoke as if you demanded and commanded everyone in the room. Your face is always bright. Your build is so fittingly you. Your clothes hugged your body right enough. Actually, on that note, your clothes were probably better off your body—

“What the fuck,” Changbin mouthed to himself, shocked by his train of thought.

That, and your pretty face greeting him took him by surprise.

“Good morning, Bin.”

“G-good morning…coach.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He barely stepped into the gym, half of his body still outside, and he already seemed to tremble in your presence.

You had to give it to him, he’s one adorable man after all. You already know that he’s all sorts of determined, but his sportsmanship doesn’t end with superficialities. He’s extremely well-mannered. He loyally sticks to his principles. He is old money in a new suit; if that meant sweet musk spritzed on an Adidas shirt. His slightly curly black hair peeked out of a baseball cap. He’s a good sport, but he acted like a sore loser around you. He stuttered as if he forgot how to speak. You wonder, would he forget his name too with your hands around his—

“Uhm,” you uttered, distracting yourself from the sudden intrusive thought. It caught Changbin’s attention too, seemingly snapping him out of his head. You wondered if he was lost in the same set of thoughts.

It took you both a few steps and a few lines of small talk before Changbin was on the floor, on his knees, looking up at you, waiting in anticipation of your next move.

Of course, because he’s literally about to perform push-ups for a fitness assessment. What else would you both think it was for?

“Do as many push-ups as you can. Stop and let me know the moment something aches, no matter how small.” Your voice was loud enough to be the commanding sound between the both of you.

“Got it, coach.”

You leaned in. “Alright. I’ll count. You know the drill: legs straight, hands on the floor, ass up. Clear?”

Changbin gulped. There was nothing malicious in what you said. You’re just reminding him of proper form. He shifted his posture and followed your word.

It didn’t have to be this hard for him, doing push-ups in front of someone whose eyes were hyper-focused on him. He was used to getting stared at while working out. It was almost entirely uncharacteristic of him to break into a sweat without even starting. You were only seated on a bench, legs spread a tad bit apart for comfort, upper body hunched forward to get a good look at his form. 

He wasn’t the only one going through the mental circles of hell: Changbin didn’t have to look so cute while struggling. His lips parted as he huffed, the smallest grunts escaping his lips as soon as he reached 25 push-ups. You’ve had many clients before him, some even built bigger than him, but he had a charm to him that was alluring.

Maybe it’s because, despite his strength, he seemed so weak for you. Sitting around and working out shouldn’t be this sexy for either of you.

“Fifty.” Changbin looked up at your count. You peered over at his face.

For some reason, he looked fucked out. His eyes were dark yet glossy, the color on his cheeks spread throughout his face, sweat dripping down his forehead and clinging to his freed curls. His chest was heaving, shaky breaths leaving a mouth that looked like it needed you.

“C-Coach, my arm is tense.” He was practically breathless.

“Then stop. Fifty is your limit.”

“Well honestly,” Changbin huffed and smiled a little while getting back up. “I…can go for more, it’s just tense.” 

He was planning to flirt. He stumbled while getting back on two legs but you could tell by his gaze and the masked sureness in his tone that he was set on making a move. 

You both knew, however, that confidence is just his first line of defense in shielding the fact that he was about to drool at the mere sight of you.

“Chill. I’m assessing until what point you’re comfortable with. I know you can though.”

“No, I r-really can. Just watch.” 

Watch? Changbin practically kicked himself mentally at that. How could he ask you to watch him do more when he couldn’t even handle being under your eyes for only so long?

“Ah-huh. You don’t need to prove it to me, Bin,” You let out a dark chuckle. “Don’t get worked up over it. If anything…”

You stood up in front of him. Your mouth and body started reacting before you could think. Before you knew it, you were both in a mutual stare that could never break, and you were mustering up all of your rusty suaves to flirt back.

“If anything, I’m glad you obeyed me.”

Changbin’s plump lips shut themselves tight in a line. He did obey you: you told him to let him know when something didn’t feel right, no matter how small. You inched closer and he watched as you eyed him up and down through a half-lidded stare.

You were thinking with your ass at this point.

“Just proves that you’re a good boy.”

The eyes you were staring at widened yet they never pulled away from yours. He tensed up a little more, his muscles flexing at nothing but the last two words that escaped you.

You were shocked at yourself too. It seemed as if your feelings for him strengthened and affirmed themselves as a solid crush. You didn’t think it would be in you to be upfront, though. There’s one good thing to get out of it, which was testing the waters.

You wanted to know if he aligned with your type in the bedroom. Strong exterior, masculine but comfortable in his skin; all this to contrast with a softer, submissive, obedient interior.

It quickly became a little game in your head to tease him as much as possible.

“I’m kidding! But good job, that’s impressive.”

Hours after that, your praises wouldn’t stop. They followed him as you two continued the fitness assessment, and they rang in his clouded head even as he made it home.

—

He rushed to his bathroom mirror the moment he made it to his apartment. Changbin, for the entire night, was in perpetual shock by your words. The words “good boy” rang in his head like tinnitus. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to examine the physical discomfort he felt after leaving the gym.

He got hard. He wondered if he was hard since earlier, considering how heavy it suddenly felt in his jogger shorts. Changbin tugged on his erect length once and then twice. It wouldn’t go down, not when he was still thinking about how hot his new trainer was. How hot you were.

Changbin swore up and down that he never had a type. He thought that girls, boys, or people of any kind would appeal to him: he never factored in that someone like you would be the spitting image of a dream partner.

Strong, witty, dominant.

He felt so bad, so guilty, so filthy for thinking about you. Not only was he thinking of dating his fitness coach, but he was also thinking of what it’d be like to fuck them.

To fuck you. Or get fucked by you.

“Fuck it,” Changbin hissed as he pulled his shorts down, wishing his hand was yours.

After that first day, neither of you could stop, and it was driving the both of you crazy. 

Both of your mouths were too quick for your own good. He commented once about his favorite exercise being the “clean and jerk” only for you to make him demonstrate it — the lifting one, of course. Another time, you told him you could do a “rim shot,” only for you to throw a basketball at the hoop above your head.

The image of Changbin’s flushed face at those jokes could never leave your mind. Similarly, he couldn’t get your teasingly sultry voice out of his mind. You both were too damn good at making immature jokes pass as legitimate flirting. It didn’t help that you were both so attractive to each other without even trying.

In the second session, Changbin got distracted by your ass while you were demonstrating the battle rope. The one after that, he nearly stumbled as he ran three laps around the gym next to you only because he got a whiff of your cologne. You both just finished your fourth session and you noticed him eyeing you down even if you were talking to your coworkers and other gym regulars.

It wasn’t teasing at that point, and yet, Changbin was very obviously falling for you.

After you prepared your bags to end your shift and congratulated him on another session done, you walked over to lean on a counter. You were about to leave work soon but took your time as you watched your client make his way to the locker rooms and showers.

Your elbows were propped up on the edge of the high table, your torso leaning forward while your legs stood back, allowing your back to arch. The pose accentuated the natural curvature of your ass and it didn’t help that your arms squeezed on the sides of your chest. Because of that, it popped out more than it should. You were holding your water jug in one hand, ignoring the handle, and engulfing it in your palm in a way that seemed interesting.

Changbin couldn’t help but glance at you. You didn’t mind being eye candy for him at that moment.

Chris snapped you out by making his way next to you, imitating your pose and leaning on the same counter, albeit struggling to look half as alluring.

“Hi, Channie.”

Chris cocked an eyebrow at you. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Sweet spot?” At your words, you felt a presence in the distance. You shook your head and looked at Chris.

“Sour. Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

Chris squinted at you and straightened up. “Call me that and…pose like that?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking much of it.”

“Whatever. Stop acting as if your crush on Bin isn’t obvious.”

“Then why bother asking if it’s that obvious to you?”

Chris was taken aback: he thought you would flat-out deny any mutual feelings for Changbin, as he alluded to that, but you didn’t.

“So you do like him.”

You clicked your tongue. “And what about it?”

“You just seem to like my guy. That’s all.”

“Gym rats speak weirdly homoerotically, huh?” You joked, elbowing his bicep. “In all seriousness, do you think he likes me?”

You didn’t ask that out of insecurity. In fact, you were far from being insecure about the feelings. You weren’t sure why you asked that question but you thought it had to do with Changbin’s consent. After all, was he actually uncomfortable this whole time?

“As you said, why bother asking when the answer’s so obvious?”

All of that doubt washed away immediately at your coworker’s words. He wasn’t Changbin, but he knew the man like he knew the back of his hand. “Y/N. Believe me.”

Chris took a step back and looked at you from head to toe. He wasn’t doing it to check you out but instead to prove his point. The action, however, made the air thicker, but the tension didn’t seem to swell from either of you. You brushed it off and listened to Chris. 

“He never told me about having a type but I know my guy’s into people like you.” Something caught his eye. Chris paused and turned his head away. “Would you look at that? Speak of the devil.”

You turned to face the same direction your coworker was looking at, only to find the source of the weird presence and tension from earlier. Changbin was staring at the both of you with his bags in his hands.

His slightly agape mouth, tight grip on the bags, and creased eyebrows were giveaways of confusion, bewilderment, suspicion, and jealousy.

You attempted to break the tension by waving at him and flashing your brightest smile. His gaze softened at that but returned to a frown when he watched you walk to the exit.

You bid both of them farewells for the night. After you turned your heel at the door, Changbin ran to Chris.

— 

Chris sat down on a bench as Changbin approached him. He listened to his friend’s weirdly gruff voice. “Christopher, dude.”

“Hm? What’s up?” He nearly laughed, wondering why you and Changbin chose the worst names for him.

Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed as he sat on a chair across from him. “I need advice: I like this person. I’m really into them. I kinda think they like me back, but we don’t have anything yet. I saw them with someone else and got jealous. It’s pathetic but I don’t know what to do with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Chris snorted at his friend’s ramble. “You shouldn’t worry either if you think they’re into you too. Just shoot your shot.”

“Dude, it’s hard. They just make me act up so much that I start pussying out.”

“You’re too pussy for it? Bro, it’s just Y/N, they’ll be cool with it.”

“Yeah, they—wait, what the fuck did you say?”

The world crumbled around Changbin when Chris dropped your name.

“Don’t act so surprised. Your crush on them is really obvious and I told them you liked them. They were actually talking  about you earlier. Also, you’re terrible at hiding shit.”

Changbin’s heart dropped. He was glad that his suspicions were instantly debunked, but the next revelation ran his brain over. 

“Jeez, Chan, let me live.”

“You’re alive dude, your pulse is just going over the roof,” Chris pointed at his friend’s smartwatch, alerting him of his heart rate.

“Since you’re being real about this, I could tell that it’s worth a shot.”

Changbin simply nodded. Chris was getting more amused at how his best friend was handling this situation.

“If you’re worried about the part of them being mean to you, just don’t sweat it. That’s their display of affection. I won’t be surprised if they start teasing or degrading you or something.”

The silence was broken by a blink and a huff came from Changbin. Chris was joking, but his jaw fell when he noticed his friend averting his eyes.

“No way. Don’t tell me you’re both into that.”

As Changbin was about to deny him again, he instead felt his heart drop. “Both?!”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? They literally tease you all the time and yet you’re worried that you both like it?”

“Obviously not.” Changbin ran his palm down his face, unsuccessfully masking the blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears.

“Bin, dude, one-up yourself.” Chris readjusted his legs in his seat to fully face his pathetic friend. “Y/N is so ahead of their feelings that I can’t even tease them, so just do it! This isn’t high school!”

“Yeah, Chan, but it’s a damn gym.”

“Same point goes for you, dumbass,” Minho, Chris’ own client, and their mutual friend interrupted. He was pulling jabs at the punching bag a few meters away from them. “I don’t mean to snoop but it’s hard not to eavesdrop when you and Y/N have both been having softcore sex here every other day.”

Changbin felt his hair rise at that.. “Minho, there’s a place you can go to for free and it’s out of my damn business.”

“So you’re not denying it?” Minho smiled and alluded back to your antics. 

“Of course, I’d deny it! It’s unfair to talk about them like that!”

“Calm down bro, they’re not yours.”

“Not yet!” Changbin exclaimed a little too excitedly. His two friends laughed at his enthusiasm: that’s their “man of principles” right there.

“Anyway, bro, I have a trick you might want to try,” Minho shared with a snort. He leaned in to whisper his secret, a palm covering his lips next to Changbin’s ear.

As expected, Changbin’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raised, and then furrowed. His jaw fell but the corners of his mouth remained in an upwards smile of disbelief.

“Try it. Lee knows best, after all.”

Chris had an inkling of what the secret was and teased Changbin. “I can’t believe we’re giving you the pep talk. You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.”

“What’s wrong with being a pussy, anyway? It’s better than being a dick,” Changbin side-eyed his two friends.

“If I’m a dick, at least I’m huge.”

“Shut up! I’ll do it. Thanks, I guess.”

Changbin took that as a deadline.

Friday night, I’ll confess. No matter what happens, I’ll tell them what I feel. He repeated those clauses like a tasty little mantra in his head.

Friday rolled around. “Changbinnie’s got this,” he muttered in support to himself. It wasn’t long before you and Changbin faced each other during yet another session.

This time, it was different. You’ve already established that this man crumples at the mere sight of you, but he seemed to have himself together in this instance. He had another trick up his sleeve, and it wasn’t just confidence.

You’d think he might have gotten over you if he wasn’t smiling dumbly at your simple greeting. He displayed almost no signs of nervousness despite his promise to himself about confessing.

“Bin,” you uttered, not missing the way his eyes lit up at the nickname. “Before we start, how much do you usually lift?”

“Ah, coach…” Changbin dipped his head downwards, looking at your shadow on the floor.

He slowly raised his head, a hand shying around the nape of his neck, feigning shyness and innocence with a meek grin and a question for an answer.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Pardon?” Your eyes bulged out of your head.

“H-How much do y-you weigh, coach?” He stuttered as he repeated himself.

It took you a second to unclench your jaw. It wasn’t the subject of the question itself that put you off: you knew he wouldn’t do anything horrible with that information. Your concern was what kind of flirtation technique he was going for. You could infer he learned it from the two men eyeing you on the other end of the gym. Chris and Minho were giggling a little too hard at Changbin’s antics. Might as well roll with it.

You freely disclosed your weight to Changbin. He smiled excitedly and raised an eyebrow.

“Just wait here.”

With Chris and Minho’s minimal assistance almost comically organized on cue, he came back with a barbell, dropping it with pride.

“I can lift this easily.”

You mentally calculated the weights on either end of the bar. The total matched the same exact number you described.

He’s lifting your weight.

You gasped in disbelief. He grabbed the bar and effortlessly swung it off the ground. He was doing a good job at making this game harder for you to win especially with his signature smirk.

You smiled back at him. “Sure you could.” 

Changbin dipped his head again. He seemed genuinely shy this time.

“Tell me how and I’ll do it.”

Your eyes beamed up from the weights to his face. You were going to give Changbin quite the session, not knowing his plans to confess later into the night.

—

“You’re doing great, Binnie!” You exclaimed as he pushed the barbell upwards for what was supposed to be the last time today. You two agreed upon one set of bench presses, but after watching him go through two sets the other day, you decided to give him a few more reps. “One more!”

“Okay,” Changbin huffed in response. He pushed again.

His biceps tensed and his chest flexed with them. Even on his last push, he was still maintaining his form, just the way he needed it.

Just the way you wanted it.

A series of thoughts ran through your head down to your heart at once. Maybe it’s his obedience, his flustered face, his biceps tensing under your command, or the fact that he chose to lift a barbell at your weight, but you suddenly felt a pang in your chest seeing him comply with your demands right away.

To be fair, he teased you first today, and he was responding to your teases in subtle ways that satisfied you. You always loved to tease the people you liked; getting people to reach their blushing point is enough of a victory, but it was an achievement in and of itself to get someone huffing and puffing while looking at you, and only you, while being slightly embarrassed.

With that said, it didn’t feel like a real win until you got him to where you truly wanted him to be. Maybe that’s why you devised a plan to make him totally fold over for you.

You ultimately decided to push him, right then and there, on his very last set of bench presses.

“Nice! One more!”

Changbin whipped his head your way in confirmation. “Alright!”

“That’s good!” You exclaimed as he lifted the weight again with only the slightest hint of a struggle. “One more!” You didn’t want to back down.

“One more?” Changbin cocked both of his eyebrows up. His grunts turned into heavy breaths and half-groans from your demands and piercing stare. “Really?”

“What do you think I said, Binnie? One more!”

Sternly, you slapped your thighs to alert him, allowing the skin around your firm muscles to jiggle.

The sight was probably more than enough to rile him up because he tightened his grip on the steel and pushed harder. The veins in his arms popped ever so slightly. His muscle lines defined themselves and his collarbone grew prominent from the intensity of his pushing. Your plan was working.

“Nice. One last?” With pure confidence in your heart, you challenged him:

“Can you take it?”

Changbin’s reaction was priceless.

Before you could think twice about going too far with the innuendos this time, you noticed the glint in his eyes. Shock turned into desperate determination as his eyes were blown wide and his jaw dropped along with the barbell in his hands. It wasn’t a look of questioning; you knew he would keep at it as you asked, but it was as if he wanted to know if he was hearing things right. He wanted to believe what you said.

Maybe he thought about you saying this to him in bed one day. At the same time, maybe he was dirtier; he probably fantasized about you saying that to him in the locker rooms. Maybe he wanted you to ask the same question before you buried your fingers deep inside him. Maybe, in a more surface-level way, he just wanted to prove you wrong.

His stare was speaking to you: I can take it. I can take you. I can take it from you. He was pleading to prove to you that he could do it.

He was pleading to please you. Pleading to take you.

Alas, he had to deal with the barbell in his hands first.

“Yes, please,” he exhaled, sounding too desperate for his liking.

Even though you wanted to push further, he was still technically going past his routine: you could expertly tell that he wasn’t up to his limit yet, but you still wanted him to be safe and comfortable even under your spell. “You sure?”

You didn’t expect his voice to rise in volume while his lips curled upwards in excitement.

“Yes, please!”

“Then give it to me!” You yelled back, flashing him the same smile as he readjusted his form.

He pushed one last time with a loud groan and gently pulled back, finishing the bench press set for real this time.

You quickly decided to finish your teasing off with something sweet.

“Alright, nice one Binnie!” You walked over to him and helped him out of the bench, lifting and moving the equipment away from him. He immediately tended to his sore arms and chest by palming at them using his slightly calloused hands.

You patted his shoulders as he sat up. Before you knew it, words escaped your lips faster than you could think or blink.

“Good boy.”

Something seemed to crack inside him. When you looked at him, his eyes had hearts in them.

Changbin had an expression of what seemed to be a mix of shock, pride, satisfaction, and arousal. After putting his limbs through your hell all day, those two simple words of praise broke through his system: it shot through his ears, the post-exercise dopamine rush, and your words mixed and rang through his temples. Your words were so simple yet the phrase shook him thoroughly. Your words traveled down to his heart at lightning speed.

Your words also went down to his crotch.

Your plan worked a little too well.

“Thanks f-for today coach. I’ll just…restroom.”

Changbin shifted in his seat and got up almost a little too quickly. His thighs wobbled as he desperately tried to hide his erection.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you chuckled to yourself, watching him walk faster whilst fixing himself in his cycling shorts.

“I’ll see you then!”

Changbin’s heart was racing. He was getting so worked up that his smartwatch was screaming at him to calm down.

“Goddamn fuckass Fitbit,” he cursed. 

He was getting hard again. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and locked himself up in a stall. His pulse was making its way down to his cock. He needed to make his way back home but he felt so feral and horny at whatever you did to him earlier. 

Thankfully, he seemed to be the only one left in the gym. A dose of anxiety rushed through his blood from the thought of still getting caught, but most importantly, he hated the thought of thinking about you like this.

He reached down on the waistband of his shorts, slipping a hand underneath the fabric. A wet hiss left his mouth as he wrapped a hand around his cock. His other hand took the hem of his shirt into his mouth, exposing the skin of his torso and hardened nipples.

All he could hear in his head was your voice.

Can you take it?

He could, but he felt guilty for wanting to.

Good boy.

But good boys don’t play with dirty minds alone.

He almost drooled through his shirt, biting harder, only to be interrupted by the sound of a clang on the lock of the bathroom’s main door.

Shit. He wasn’t so alone after all.

He immediately fixed himself up, pretended to be done doing business in the stall, and walked out even if he was still annoyingly erect.

Suddenly, his skin went pale when he realized that you were the one who entered the room.

“Ah! Coach!”

“Ch-Changbin?!” The two of you screamed at the same time and jumped back at each other.

You started apologizing profusely for walking in on him. “Holy shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still here!” 

“Me too! I-I thought you went home already,” Changbin responded, his mouth trembling, still in shock,“I was, uhm, fixing my things. What’re you doing here?”

Your hand made its way to the back of your head. “C-Closing up the gym. I thought I was the last one here. I’m sorry!”

“Hey, please. I took too long, I’m gonna take my leave now.”

Changbin gave you a reassuring smile but unexpectedly dropped it when he realized something he missed.

You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.

He forgot to confess. 

The both of you had gotten so deep into the flirting and teasing to the point that he forgot his main goal of the day. Leaving with a bunch of burnt calories and a horny mind was still not enough to let his heart rest. 

“B-But, uhm, I can stay a little while. I’ll help you close the gym.”

“It’s okay. You must rest, you seem tired!”

“Nah. I’ve rested up enough, stretched and everything.”

“I insist. Take a seat, it’s alright.”

“Thank you.” 

You took a few minutes of checking the ventilation systems and stalls. You sifted through the lockers in case anything got left behind. It wasn’t as nasty as it usually would have been — courtesy of Chris suspiciously cleaning it up before leaving. What if he intentionally did that in advance in case the both of you settled here; which is, unfortunately, the case? You’re just glad that you confirmed only the both of you were there in the gym.

Returning to the main hall of the bathroom, you found Changbin sitting anxiously, bouncing his leg and locking his bottom lip in between his teeth. He wanted to tell you something. You wanted to say something. Neither of you did anything for a few seconds, merely sharing a stare with hearts behind your eyes.

Deciding to offer a massage was your best course of action.

“Sorry, the routine earlier was rough on you.” Before Changbin could retort, you quickly added. “Say, do you want a massage? It helps with sore muscles.”

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to!”

“But it helps ease the pain, trust me!” You walked closer, going behind the bench. You placed your hands on Changbin’s shoulder blades, keeping him sat in place before he could object. “They say I give the best massages. What do you think?”

You gave him all the time in the world to decide amidst his inner conflict because he, unfortunately, couldn’t think. You could feel his skin heating up under your palms, the temptation to turn his neck to face you creeping up on him, but he knew wiser. He grew grateful that he was facing away since he was still dangerously hard. Rain might pour on him if he kept looking at you. 

Because he couldn’t handle much more of your contact, he made the stupid choice and allowed you to massage him.

“Sure. You can do it if that’s okay.” Whatever, he was actually none the wiser.

“Of course it is,” you said as you squeezed his arm with a smile. 

Your fingers ran up and down his shoulders and biceps. They made their way to his neck and collarbone in soothing circular motions, your fingertips leaving indents on his skin through his shirt. Hard muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, but you could feel jerks beneath you. The simplest actions made his chest tremble and his cock twitch. He hid it by squeezing his legs and hoped you didn’t notice.

You could smell him. Whiffs of the same sweet fabric softener mixed with an expensive cologne entered your nose, but a certain masculine musk was mixed in. You could tell it apart from sweat. You looked down at him and noticed the surprisingly large imprint in his shorts. That’s when it hit you. It was—

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

Any further thoughts scurried away to the back of your brain at his sudden serious tone. You were about to ask if it was about the massage but he sounded firm with himself.

“I’m sure you can tell by now, but I’ll be upfront about it.”

Changbin inhaled and exhaled. An air of peace surrounded the both of you.

“I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about it and…I really do like you.”

You were taken aback. You saw it coming, but you still shook your head to check if this was real. You’ve heard the same set of words before from other people but none of them hit quite like this. Confessions coming from your clients were the least of what you expected, but it was a welcome surprise. 

“You don’t have to reciprocate, I just wanted to let you know that.”

Maybe he took the opportunity that he was facing away from you, but you turned to the side to see his face. It was only then that you saw him, face flushed all over, eyes shining, skin glistening with sweat and some sort of handsome glow. The both of you basked in each other’s presence and waited patiently.

“Changbin…”

Time seemed to halt and you felt your heart floating at your own words.

“I know, it’s a lot. I’m sorry I—”

“No, Bin, I like you too.”

Changbin’s gaze at you impossibly softened more as he stood up. He inched closer to you, taking in your beauty as if you were an apparition.

He brought his hands next to your face, hesitating. “May I?”

At this point, you could only think with your heart and your core. He looked insatiable, lovely, and pretty. You were all sorts of beautiful and handsome to him too at that moment. Neither of you could hold yourselves back. You thought he was being impossibly polite for not kissing you on the spot, so that’s what you did.

You held his hand next to your cheek and cupped his face with your other, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

His eyes grew wide before closing slowly. The both of you took your time, relishing in the softness of both of your lips, pouting into each other and pressing the flesh as if you both got a taste of heaven for the first time.

You pulled away and your foreheads pressed against each other while the tips of your noses clashed adorably between your faces. He softly smiled and you mirrored him before diving in for another kiss.

Lightning cracked within you. As you kissed, your arms roamed around his body, your hands snaking his hips, and you pulled him closer with gentle force. Your tongue darted out mid-kiss and started licking his lips as if you lost control. He tasted so sweet even if he seemed so shocked.

“Ah!”

An adorable moan escaped his throat and fire erupted within your core.

“I like you too,” you said, “but I need you.”

Sparks made their way to both of your crotches. Hands trailed to your waist while yours pulled on his hips. Changbin grunted at the feeling of his plush flesh being held firmly, making you squeeze your fingertips.

“Fuck, I need you too.” Changbin whimpered slightly. Without thinking of it, your fingers danced their way up his sides and pulled slightly on his shirt, making their way over his chest. Your fingers circled his hardened nipples. He struggled to continue. “I’ve…been needing you since day one.”

“Since the first session?”

“Since we first met.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and slid your tongue on his adam’s apple in one quick motion. “How did you hold back for so long?” Changbin asked, attempting to ground himself by asking you more questions instead of moaning.

“How did you?”

“Can’t you tell I couldn’t?” He said, eyeing down at himself through a half-lidded stare.

You chuckled. “Need help with it?”

“Please, Y/N,” Changbin pleaded, his voice betraying him, lacing his words with desperation.

Without another word, your arm darted and pulled down on his shorts, instantly exposing his lower half. His underwear was thankfully cooperating; the waistband snapped around his thighs as your hands released from the swift motion, eliciting a very loud moan from Changbin.

His cock surprised you. It wasn’t the lengthiest, but it grew in size ever since you discovered the dick print earlier. What he lacked in length, he made in sheer girth. It was thick, so much so that it looked heavy. It was heavy: the moment you held it, your fingers struggled to wrap around him, and your hand nearly slipped from failing to lift it.

Training yourself to hold the bars on barbells clearly didn’t train you enough to hold his dick properly.

“What a big boy,” you muttered.

“I-I’m not, really.”

“You are. I bet I can’t fit you.”

Before he even got the chance to protest, he watched you prove yourself right by getting on your knees and taking him in your mouth. Your lips only managed to fit around his tip. You would go deeper, but his girth filled your mouth so much and so fast.

The sudden actions left Changbin struggling to keep himself steady. You circled an arm around his waist, nonverbally telling him to sit himself down. He got distracted by the firm flex of your arm before following, slowly sitting down.

What he didn’t expect, though, was allowing you to swing his leg over your shoulder as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Not long after, he felt something foreign prodding at him. 

The additional contact only piled onto the pleasure so he didn’t dare try to stop it. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations of your tongue circling his tip and your hand building up the pace. It was only when you paused and spoke that he finally decided to look at you.

“Is this alright?”

Peering down at you left him speechless.

A finger teased his ass and made its way around the rim of his hole. As he stared at it, letting drool pool under his tongue, you looked up at him with swollen lips. 

“W-Want it. Need it.” He gave you the same look that he flashed your way when you teased him earlier. From that alone, you knew he could take it.

You pressed your tongue against his rim for a moment, lubing it up before pressing a digit onto him. “Done this before?”

“No. Never,” Changbin huffed. “F-Feels so—Ah!”

Before he could say anything more, you stuck a finger inside him. Shockwaves rippled across his body, sensations and stings he’s never felt starting to bite him everywhere.

Your finger slid into him slowly. It stretched his walls which were tight yet somehow clean and wet. It left you to wonder if he at least prepared himself for something like this even if he’s never tried it. He writhed under you until the discomfort left him, whispering for you to keep going.

You added another finger in. You started curling them. It hit his sweet spot, causing him to groan out your name and flinch all over. Pleasure and ecstasy were the only things he felt and the only other word he could mutter was your name.

“It’s so fucking g-good.”

“And you’re so good. Taking me so well. Such a pretty boy.” The praises became addicting to him, causing him to push his hips and rut against your fingers, chasing a high.

“Fuck. So, so—ah—so good.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You responded to his mumbling with a smirk.

“Love it.” He breathed out. “Love it—ah—love you. Y/N, I love you so m-much.”

Changbin could only manage to repeat the same thing over and over, his mind fogging with nothing but arousal as he melted under your touch. He didn’t just want your lips on his, he didn’t just want your fingers in him, he didn’t merely want his cock inside you. He needed you, all of you, your sex, your self, and more; he just couldn’t say it clearly when your fingers curled against his prostate.

Eventually, the cock in your mouth twitched. That was a telltale sign that he was about to finish. Changbin patted your head and signaled you to stop.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Your lips popped off his cock as you looked up at him. “Hmm? Why?”

The sight of you like this drove his mind until it went hazy. With vision blurring in pure ecstasy, words blending, he felt like he was losing himself under you. “Need…need to f-fuck…”

“Too much? We can stop—”

“No. No, don’t stop,” he whined. “I just—please, Y/N, I need to fuck you. Bad.”

Practically pleading, he pulled you up off your knees by wrapping strong hands around your biceps and mindlessly licked a stripe across your lips. You pulled away from the wet kiss to find his face flushed impossibly deeper and his cheeks puffed up. His mouth was trembling and he seemed to not be able to speak any further.

“Going dumb for me, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” Changbin nodded, not denying—no, not even processing what you had just told him. You brought your hand up to cup his face, only to be shocked when he immediately nuzzled against it.

“How pathetic. We’ve barely fucked and you went dumb over two fingers?” You brought up the fingers that entered him earlier, showing the wetness to him. 

He whined, sweet vowels of no words squeaking out of him. After shying away, he looked back at the digits and brought them to his mouth.

You were speechless at his neediness. You watched him blissfully suck on them before he pulled away and mumbled. “Want more.”

You smiled at him and pecked his cheek. The following gestures happened in a flash, and you had yourselves fully exposed to each other. Blinking eyes at your figure, Changbin was legitimately drooling in awe of your figure, tears stinging his eyes at your beauty.

“Pretty…”

“Thank you,” you giggled, wiggling your ass in front of him until your cheeks made contact with his V-line. 

You suddenly had an idea. Like earlier, it would be fun to safely challenge him while he’s in a cute headspace. “You lifted weights that were exactly my weight, right?”

“Mhm. Yes Y/N.”

“Prove to me that you can actually do it.” You traced his jaw, feeling his figure from behind your body, watching him with nothing but touches. 

“Fuck me while carrying me, Binnie.”

It ignited something within him because he instantly lifted you off the floor with ease. Teasing your fleshy, wet entrance with free fingers, he aligned your hole with his cock. As the sensations of having your heat held by Changbin, he sank you onto him. 

He started thrusting into you after a minute of adjusting. “Am I—fuck! Am I heavy? Light?”

“No, no, just right. So g-good.” Changbin kissed your neck, thrusting out of you before digging himself further inside. “Wanna—ah! Wanna fuck you f-forever.”

“Changbin,” you breathed out. “Arms…around me.”

You pointed to the general area of your neck and shoulders. The signal left Changbin in disbelief for a second. Complying was easy for him but he still felt nervous. He didn’t want to suffocate you but he was also chasing your praise. Wordlessly, he swung an arm across your neck and latched his hand on your chest, allowing you room to breathe as he squeezed tight. You were in a literal headlock; a fantasy you never realized would come true.

He didn’t expect the position to make his job easier. It allowed him to piston into you with force while kissing and marking up the side of your neck that wasn’t being squeezed by the meat of pure muscle. You could hear his extremely loud moans better in one ear while the other half of your face was being massaged by flexing skin. Thankfully, the man — who you’d forgotten was your professional gym buddy — was careful enough, pecking you every once in a while, syncing his breaths with yours to check if you were okay.

The thrusts became erratic and your bodies heated each other every time you both made contact. He reached down to touch and tease your heat while you leaned back to hold and squeeze his ass cheeks as much as you could. He moaned louder and started shaking as you groped him harder. You felt his hardness drilling into you, leaving you wetter than ever.

He couldn’t stop whining. Changbin never intended to make so many restrained noises slip in the gym. He whined almost the same way he did each time you teased him as he lifted weights. It was the same, high-pitched, unbelievably sweet plea that escaped his throat with a tremble at the end. This time, however, it was louder, needier, more shameless, and more desperate. This time, there was no restraint. There was no point in holding back anymore.

You could almost taste heaven, and you called out his name over and over, signaling your need to finish.

“C-close—cumming,” he whined. His cock started to feel firmer as it pounded you. “Cumming, I’m cumming, I-I can’t…”

The both of you could feel each other get wetter and wetter. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, trapping him inside you, urging him to finish with you.

“Let go, Binnie, c-cum for me. It’s okay. Cum with me.”

“Ah—thank you!”

After a few thorough, full, and harsh thrusts, Changbin sank himself deep within you one last time and came inside as you creamed all over him as well. Both of your voices were strained especially after screaming in unison as you finished.

It took a while to ground yourselves back to reality, but it was worth the effort.

You both cleaned yourselves up as you gave Changbin an actual massage in the restroom. Fingers in the ass felt good but left him relearning how to stand on his own. Without your assistance, he wouldn’t know how he’d make it out of the bathroom. He also gave you rubs around the skin he squeezed and thrust onto. Giggles and kisses here and there against running water felt calming and domestic. The both of you put your extra clothes on and sat yourselves down on the same bench. 

After packing your things, you realized how fucked out he still looked. He looked pretty with his cheeks puffed out, eyes still glossy, and lips parted as they were tinted with your love earlier. Though he’s cute this way, he still seemed so tired, neck hunched as if his previous horny thoughts weighed his head down. You naturally felt bad so you silently patted your shoulder. Your signal urged him to inch closer and collapse his head beside your collarbone.

“Again, thank you,” Changbin said with a shy smile. “Didn’t expect this, but seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. I’m always happy to help you.”

He shook his head at your response. “Uhm…this…this will—this is going to sound—well…” Changbin stuttered as he fidgeted with his flushed hands. “I don’t mean to be rude so I wanted to ask…”

He was a stammering mess. He thought his words over for a second before lifting his head a little higher. “Could we…hang out sometime? I just…I want to spend more time with you, is all.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Oh, of course, sure!” 

“Oh, hah, okay. Thank you. I just wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to make it seem like…I only see you like this. I-I don’t. I really like you—I really love you. I’d love to know you better outside of this.”

As the words escaped his mouth, the confident and bright Leo man that you admired seemed to reemerge before you. You have to admit: despite everything, Changbin’s one hell of a respectful, wonderful gentleman. Clarifying that he wasn’t objectifying you should be the bare minimum, but you could sense within his intentions that he means it and more.

“No need to sweat it, Binnie,” you responded, making him blush again.

“Really?” Changbin jokingly wiped the sweat off his forehead, making the both of you giggle. The air was warm but the energy you two shared was chill at the same time.

“Really, though. I appreciate it. I’d love to know you better, too.” You pressed a kiss on his temple, reheating his cheeks.

The both of you exited the gym with your hands interlocked. He smelled like sex, shampoo, and you, but who gives a fuck?

You never really expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to be your boyfriend after five sessions alone.

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[venusxstars]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄! ⸻ nsfw.

isagi yoichi × gender neutral!reader

keynotes ⸻ virgin isagi yoichi. dom reader. slight dry humping. praise. wherein you teach isagi the ropes of kissing and... maybe something more ?

venus' note ⸻ he's so cute. maybe kinda sort of wanna dom him <33

"MHM, JUST LIKE THAT, YOICHI" You sigh out and pull his head closer against your neck, almost mushing his face against your skin. You can feel the heat that spreads across the expanse of his face as it comes in contact with yours, causing you to chuckle.

"A-Am I doing this right?" He asks, voice a little soft from shyness but his curiosity is still strongly evident.

Isagi had always been one to understand and learn; you think that it makes up the very core of his character. The way he analyzes the field and identify the best possible method to utilize to devour each player tells much about his learning methods. He was hands-on, and very much so as you feel his hands squeeze your waist desperately.

You sigh out. "You're doing such a good job, darling. But don't be afraid to leave marks, okay? You are learning after all. Bite it a little, y-yeah, just like that..."

You feel him trail feather-light kisses up from the base of your throat, around the whole surface of your neck as if trying to make-out desperately with your skin, before you are pulling his face up in front of yours. You smile, cupping one side of his burning, cherry red cheeks. You shift your hips a little over his muscled thighs, grinding against his hardened cock hidden beneath the soft cotton of his grey sweatpants.

"H-Hng—" He moans out, biting down on his bottom lip and leaving it a flushed-pink color. His eyes are in a clouded haze as he gazes at you, gripping the fat of your waist.

You chuckle. "You still have a lot to learn before we get to that point, darling. Now, why don't you kiss me and show me how well you learned what I taught you?"

He crashes his lips against yours almost immediately after you speak, trying his best to make each movement particular. But as your tongues clash against each other, each exact movement that he tries to portray is beginning to wash away by desperation. His lips move against yours, tongue curving with his hands inserting beneath your shirt. His large and rough palms run against your back urgently, simultaneously pulling your shirt up along its way as it reaches your upper back.

You pull away momentarily with a hard tone. "What did I say? I said that you still had a lot to learn before we get to that point."

His words are breathless, and dark sodalite eyes half-lidded. "Sorry..."

"No worries, darling. I know that you were trying so hard to keep your pretty hands to yourself, and..." You smile a little, running your hand across his clothed chest and feel his puffy, erect nipples graze your palms. You chuckle when you feel his thigh clench and his body shudders.

"H-Haah—"

"You did so well too, darling! Much better than initially! How 'bout I..." You shift backwards a little to sit on the edge of his legs to make room for right in front of you. His eyes widen when your hands land itself on his clothed cock. It twitches underneath your touch and you see a small damp spot slowly forming at the center of his grey sweatpants. He throws his head back groans.

"P-Please!" He groans out, nails digging against your waist and holding your flesh tightly as if trying to ground himself.

You trace your finger over the damp spot and press on it a little; right where you assume his sensitive tip was. You laugh in amusement as his body shudders again.

"Haah!" His chest dips up and down deeply and erratically.

"Maybe I'll give you a reward," You halt your movements, pulling your hand away completely. You see the slight frustration in his eyes when you stop. "If you be a good boy and show me what you've learned. Properly."

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[dazed-diary]

a/n: just a little something because i've been feeling quite winter-y lately (and I also felt like maybe posting after almost an entire year of absolutely nothing would be kinda cool too ig lol)

bkg x gn!reader - wc: .7k

warnings: it's katsuki so swearing lol u know the drill

katsuki is so cute bundled up in his winter clothes. 

you’re also pretty sure he doesn’t realize it. the way his thick woolly scarf comes up to his red nose, the fabric almost covering it fully as he sniffles occasionally, its color nicely complimenting the shine of his eyes. 

he looks quite grumpy in that state, usually preferring warmth over the cold because of his quirk, but somehow his scrunched-up face even adds to his cuteness, you think. 

red eyes move from the scenery to you, narrowing as he huffs out a breath that materializes in a white cloud in front of him. 

“what.” 

you realize you must have been staring and break out into a grin. “nothing,” you say and bury your hands deeper into the pockets of your jacket as you tear your eyes away, looking over the scenery instead and feigning innocence. 

katsuki huffs out a breath of frustration and takes a step towards you. “do i got something on my face, or what?” 

you really have to bite back your laugh now, averting your gaze so he doesn’t catch the way the corners of your mouth quirk upwards. “nope,” you pop the p as you turn away from him. 

“oi, what the fuck is it.” 

his question sounds like more of a demand, the words are almost growled now as he tries to keep his voice down as if you two aren’t the only people on this snowy hill outside the city right now. 

you know there’s no actual bite behind his words and the reason behind his agitation is merely his impatience and curiosity - which of course he would never admit to out loud, but you know him, and so you allow yourself to enjoy your little game for a moment longer, before you suddenly turn around to him and look him in the eyes. 

“you’re just so pretty, katsuki!” you finally answer him, then, and watch in amusement as his eyes widen and his face turns red, before his eyebrows furrow and he takes a startled step back. 

“what-“ he looks as if he’s seen a ghost, but composes himself quickly, avoiding eye contact. “oh, shut up.” 

you laugh as he grumbles something unintelligible, the blush on his cheeks showing no sign of disappearing. 

“what was that?” you ask, stepping closer and raising a hand to cup over your ear. 

suddenly, he spins around and leans forward until his face is so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him, taking you by surprise. 

“i said,” his voice is low, and as he exhales, his breath is forming a tiny cloud again, the air hot on your face, “you’re an idiot.” 

you’re frozen in place, only able to watch as he spins around again and starts walking down the hill the way you came. you’re sure that by now, your own face must be at least as red as his, if not even more. 

halfway down, katsuki stops and turns around, looking at you with a neutral expression. “you comin’?” he yells, seemingly impatient because you’re just standing there, but you know better. 

his mask of nonchalance is good, but even from where you’re standing, you can see the way his eyes are still focused on your face, studying your flustered expression, a tiny smirk threatening to stretch over his lips.  

the discovery pulls you out of your stupor, brow furrowing as you jog in his direction to catch up. “that little asshole,” you mutter to yourself, your own smile playing on your lips as you shake your head.

when you catch up to him, katsuki has a shit-eating grin on his face and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks with that false concern, barely bothering to hide his teasing tone. 

“nothing,” you laugh as you jokingly elbow him. he elbows back, although softly, and it makes a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest that drowns out the cold. in that moment, tiny, white snowflakes start falling from the sky, landing softly on the ground, the branches, and in katsuki’s hair. 

“look, it’s snowing!” you take in the sight around you with a grin. 

“yeah, i noticed,” katsuki grumbles, narrowing his eyes as he looks up. 

you don’t think he realizes the way he buries his face further into his scarf, and it makes you laugh. 

“what?” he asks gruffly, focusing his gaze back onto you. 

“nothing,” you grin at him and take his gloved hand into yours. “let’s go home.” 

he looks at you, an indecipherable expression on his face and for a moment, you’re unable to look away. 

“yeah,” he says then, squeezing your hand. “let’s.”

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[kortsitron]

Little distractions

Pairing: Niran Pruksamanee/Lifeweaver × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: mentions of depression, fluff

Summary: Niran is aware that you have hard time distraction yourself from depressive thoughts, luckily he knows a way to keep you distracted (and entertained)

Author’s Note: I know this may not be an actual way to deal with unpleasant feelings, yet I thought the idea was pretty cute. If you’re struggling with depression or any other mental illness, please seek professional help. I believe that everything is going to be alright and I wish you the best <3 Also enjoy this one shot! ♥️

Niran knew how much you struggled. He held you as you cried your eyes out, he was going to the doctors with you when you asked him to, he was doing his best to help you. And yet, after all day of smiles and fun, he knew that at the end of the day, you would either overwork yourself to try to distract yourself or you would get back to being numb. But he wasn’t even near giving up.

Maybe it was his positive attitude, which made him earn the nickname “Sunshine” from you, or just how much he was in love with you.

You were laying on the couch, working on your laptop in the living room when you noticed Niran getting ready. You raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going. “Where are you going, Sunshine?” You made eye contact with him. You saw the way he finished tying his shoes and the way his face from focused, turned into a soft smile as he stood up and approached you. “You dirty the floor, Niran.” You signed as you leaned your head against the arm of the coach to get a better look at your boyfriend.

“Apologies.” He awkwardly looked at the floor and back at you. “I’ll be meeting Baptiste, we have some stuff to do. Not sure when I’ll be back, but if something bad happens, call me or Satya, okay?” You nodded. He kissed your forehead before heading to the door. “I should be back in around two hours. Love you, don’t overwork yourself, bye!” He waved at you before leaving, watching as a smile creeped on your face and a light blush appeared on your cheeks.

You laid in your bed as tears were streaming down your cheeks. Your mind was too loud for you to think properly and you were waiting for Niran to get back. You started to wonder if you should call him, but you didn't want to bother him. 

“Is that everything?” You heard a masculine voice with a Haitian accent.

“I think so, thanks for the help.” Niran answered the voice. You wiped tears from your face before you adjusted your clothes and went to the living room to see what was going on. Niran smiled at you as you entered the room. Niran frowned his eyebrows as soon as he noticed your red face and slightly puffy eyes. “Hello, dear. Are you okay?” There was a worry in his tone. He approached you, rubbing your arms up and down to hopefully bring you comfort.

“Yeah um… What’s all this stuff?” You asked, pointing to the objects your boyfriend brought home. Cat tree, a bed, a bunch of colorful bowls, a litter box and a box from which came high sounds. Niran saw the way you pouted, clearly not happy with his purchase. “Care to explain, Bua?” The tone of your voice showing him how displeased you were.

Niran was caught off guard by the nickname. It was the moment he realized that you were actually unsatisfied. “Well…” He looked over at his friend. “Baptiste, care for help?”

“It was your idea, I only helped you with bringing the things here.” The man just shook his head, chuckling quietly at the whole situation. “I’ll be heading back home, tell me later how it all went.” Baptiste informed as he left, hoping to not get invested more in the current situation.

Your eyes went from the door, to your boyfriend. “So?” You continued, watching how Niran’s cheeks suddenly turned pink.

“We don’t you see for yourself?” He took your hand in his, taking you to the middle of the living room. “Sit down please.” Without much thinking, you did, but your eyes never left him. You watched as he brought the box in front of you and sat on the floor himself. 

You heard the noises better. It was meowing. “You brought a kitten here?! Niran we-” You paused in the middle of the sentence. Listening intently to the sounds. It wasn’t just one kitten. You glanced at the said box, then back at Niran. Grin on his face as he watched you realize. “How many are there?”

“A bunch.” He shrugged, said grin not leaving face. “Why don’t you open up and see for yourself?”

You hesitated for a second, hands shook lightly before landing on the box and opening it up. Now meowing was resonating in the whole living room. You watched as six kittens were leaving the box, meowing and stomping their little paws on the floor. You heard a chuckle coming from Niran, as he watched your reaction. He noticed that you were processing what was happening before you. 

You finally woke up from the trance, which seemed like hours. “Niran we need to get them back where they came from. I don’t think we can… We can…” You paused as you felt one of the kittens getting on your lap, meowing at you and rubbing itself against you.

“Don’t you think it would be a little rude if we brought them back?” Niran commented calmly, petting the nearest kitten. “Besides, I brought them here to help you.”

“Help me? What do you mean?” Confusion painted itself on your face, as you waited for the answer.

“I know you have a problem with distracting yourself when you start feeling bad, so I thought that you could use these little distractions. I’m sure they’ll keep you busy.”

“But six?”

“I planned on getting two or three at first, but I saw that little group and couldn’t help myself.” You heard the excitement in his voice as he explained. You couldn’t help, but smile softly at him, feeling a warmth in your heart.

You signed. “I guess we can keep them. But only because you will be whining endlessly if we bring them back.”

Niran gasped dramatically. “No, you fell for them as well and you just don't want to admit it!” You chuckled, shaking your head. “You know I’m right!” He pointed at you, smiling from ear to ear.

“Okay, okay. You got me there.” You put your hands up, showing how defeated you were.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked at you, clearly satisfied. He looked around, watching the kittens walk around. “I think we should give them some food.” He commented, with a bit more serious tone than before. He stood up, holding his hand out to help you with standing out. You gladly accepted it as soon as you took the kitten off your lap.

“You sure we have enough money to keep them? Perhaps you should work on some form of light that’s edible.” Niran laughed at your suggestion.

“Perhaps I should. And you should give them names. They’re ours now.”

“We should give them names.”

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #niran pruksamanee x reader #niran pruksamanee #lifeweaver x reader #lifeweaver #gender neutral language #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral reader #overwatch lifeweaver #fluff #sfw

[stickytrigger69]

Can we get some headcannons of Tfp Shockwave with a gn human reader who is so scared of him they are always shaking, and hiding wherever they can from him, and flinch when he goes to pick them up, while Shockwave tries to be less intimidating and earn their trust?

TFP Shockwave x GN Human Reader Headcanon

Reader is human

Gender neutral pronouns, they/them

Readers features, skin color, eye color, height, etc, are unspecified

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You're a jumpy little pet.

Soundwave took you for him, so you shouldn't be afraid.

You need to get used to your new life with him.

You're not a science experiment, though, and he's told you that hundreds of times.

Shockwave keeps you in some kind of small enclosure, like a child's play pen type deal.

You have a bed and a small bathroom hooked up to the ships systems.

You're always on alert around him, trembling and ready to run if he so much as looks at you, and it gets on his nerves.

He isn't going to hurt you, so why do you continue to run and hide from him.

Your furniture is bolted down, so he can't move it either.

He doesn't get too frustrated. If anything, it makes him kind of sad that you don't want to warm up to him.

He's trying to make himself seem smaller.

He uses a quieter, softer tone when he sits and talks to you.

He talks about anything, about Cybertron, his studies, science, he even told you about his predacon and how he progressed from a small to a large test tube.

He shared his passions with you, but you were still afraid.

He was sharing things about his experiments once when you noticed his finials moving.

They twitched or flattened or perked up when he said specific things. It made you think of a cat.

With more and more time, you began to lose your fear of him.

Still anxious when he reaches for you, thinking he wants to squish you or cut you open to get a better look at your insides.

Sometimes, he just leaves his hand in there to get you used to it, and other times, he likes to pet you.

When he reaches down too fast and you can't run you cower beneath your arms but he doesn't pick you up, just rubs your back with a finger for a few seconds and his hand is gone again.

You might still be afraid of him for a long time but he won't stop trying to win your trust and he often tells you as much.

He worries for your health so he makes you eat and sleep and drink water.

To try getting closer to you, he asks Soundwave to do some research with him about how much water you need per day and how much sleep per night.

"They won't let me..." or, "They don't like when I do this, so maybe I should try this instead."

Skips his actual work to figure out how he can win you over.

He gives you a strict schedule but continuously tells you it's because he cares, you still think you're just a science fair project.

He doesn't belittle you. In fact, he compliments you. He really does admire you. You're a cute little human.

He takes the records from your phone or other electronics to see what kind of things you like and asks for corresponding items accordingly.

He tries, he really does.

He wants you to like him so badly that he can't work on his experiments sometimes.

He asks Knockout if he knows anything but Knockout is severely prejudiced so all he gets is an, "I don't know, nor do I really care."

He does everything he knows how to do to try to win you over, but it doesn't seem to work.

Please just try to see it the way he does, even if you don't agree with it, at least try to understand.

Yes, he is big. Yes, he doesn't have a face. Yes, he is really stoic sometimes, but he is doing his best.

He does have emotions, so when you call him names, it hurts.

He's not very much in tune with his feelings, so please be patient with him.

HE'S TRYING SO FUCKING HARD LIKE FUCK DUDE.

#transformers #tf #transformers prime #tfp #maccadam #macaddam #macadam #gn reader #human reader #tfp shockwave x reader #tfp shockwave #shockwave #tf shockwave

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for TFP Megatron with your prompt 57 <3

Of course! Pardon me if it's short. Decided I needed to do more Cybertronian/Cybertronian even though I prefer humans when I write at times. So here's an Autobot darling forcefully turned Decepticon ;)

Yandere! TFP! Megatron Prompt 57

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Isn't all that specified)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Indoctrination, Kidnapping mentioned, Degrading behavior, Forced companionship but implies a relationship, Possessive themes.

It felt bad enough when you learned your insignia was replaced. In your spark you'd always be an Autobot. However, with your capture, anything that made you an Autobot on the outside was removed from you.

That badge you took pride in was replaced with a brand. Your colors even changed to something darker. Soon you'd be forced to be something you aren't... completely remodeled in Megatron's image.

You never wanted this. You never saw yourself as a Decepticon. In fact, you think you'd prefer death.

Megatron himself didn't seem to agree with such a thing.

Your only theory as to why he decided to convert you instead of kill you was to hurt Optimus. Maybe he was thinking of using you to show that Optimus failed you. All you can think of is being used as a lesson.

That's the only logical conclusion you could think of, anything else felt impossible.

You had no idea it was something much... darker.

By the end of your reassignment and remodeling, you didn't look like you. Whenever you saw yourself your optics often drifted to the sign on your chasis. The brand that used to be so painful to you now a constant reminder of your forced allegiance.

Not only that but you often looked at your paint job. The normally bright colors Autobots had was now replaced with muted dark tones. Everything that made you yourself, except your personality and beliefs, was gone.

They may even take those next.

The thought of the Decepticons changing you completely scared you. As a result you've begun to keep your help by perfecting the art of acting. You'd happily pretend to go along with things if it meant keeping what's in your spark.

To you, learning Deception was how you survived living amongst Decepticons. For all you know that goes for all of them, not just dissenters trying to survive. Honestly, you thought you were fooling others despite the fact your room was still a cell.

Your tricks did not go past Megatron.

Megatron had a feeling you'd start pulling tricks. He's seen your files, you're adaptive. You're loyal to Prime through and through, only using deception to stay alive and come back to where you think you belong.

But he can break you... like so many before you.

He's already changed how you look. All it takes is some more discipline and he can fully change how you think too. You're already better off than most Autobots in his mind.

When he invites you to meet with him privately he can already tell by the way you walk how nervous you are. It's almost a little cute, the way you walk like a newly enlisted Decepticon frightened to meet your leader. Don't worry... he'll help you find your confidence...

Right after he breaks you.

"You called for me, Lord Megatron?" You greet him in your practiced voice. The larger Decepticon looks you over, looming over you before stepping closer.

"I see you've been getting along with the rest." He begins, red optics staring into you with a piercing gaze.

"Yes, sir. I'm a Decepticon now...." You trail off, a hint of sadness in your vocals.

"Are you now?" Megatron hums. "You know that means you've betrayed Prime and all the rest of the Autobots, right?"

Megatron grins when he sees the flash of hurt on your face. It was obvious you wanted to go back to them. He hates it.

He'll break it.

"Yes, sir." You manage to say softly.

"You're lying. I know you wouldn't comply to being a Decepticon so early." Megatron sneers, circling you like a shark. "I've done my research. You're way too loyal."

You keep a straight face at his comments. He isn't wrong, you'd die for Prime if you had to. Part of you wonders if Megatron knew that... so instead he decided to dress you as Prime's enemy instead.

Seeing that you're saying nothing, Megatron continues.

"That loyalty will be remodeled like the rest of you." Megatron spits. "Even if you stay loyal to that Prime now, I'll be sure to change everything about you."

Megatron stops in front of you before taking a step closer.

"I will make you my servant to parade around."

He takes another heavy step forward.

"I'll rub the fact I've made you mine in that Prime's face."

He stops in front of you, you feel yourself shake under his size. You can barely dwell on the possessive tones he let slip due to the threat in front of you.

"I'll break the both of you. I'll take it as my own personal victory with a pretty little prize. You'll be loyal to me as my perfect little trophy."

You flinch when he wrenches your chin up, you shrink away under his gaze but he doesn't let go.

"There'll be nothing you can do about it..." Megatron whispers darkly, his eyes wide with insanity. "You're stuck with me, like it or not."

By the time he pulls away, you're nearly crumbling under your own weight. Look at you... your attempts at deception shattered by him getting in your head. You may look like a Decepticon... but you're not there yet.

No matter, he'll teach you how to be loyal to your Lord in time.

Even if it requires pain as a motivation.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere tfp megatron #yandere megatron

[adobe-outdesign]

Do you think you could review jubjubs?

JubJubs are one of those Neopets that are just certified Creatures(TM). These guys have a very specific aesthetic to them which I can best describe as an 80s retro toy look ala a Troll doll or Furby. However, they're much cuter than most 80s toys, sporting big eyes and soft fur. I've never been super into them myself, but I appreciate how unique they are compared to the rest of the Neopet species out there.

What's also interesting about JubJubs is that they're the only Neopet species without any upper limbs, which means that they use their prehensile feet kind of like hands. (This also causes them to not be super popular on the NPC front, as it's hard to anthropomorphize something that's literally just fur and feet. Which is a shame—I'd love to see more JubJub characters out there.)

I will say that my one basic grievance with them is that I never liked how they always have orange feet and eyebrows by default regardless of color. Feels like they should've just been a darker/lighter shade of the base, or a more neutral tone. Of course, plenty of PB colours fix this anyway.

Strictly speaking the JubJub's post-customization design is fine, but there's something just slightly off about it compared to the old art that I can't put my finger on. The foot always being up in the air is part of it, but part of it is also the eyes just being a smidge further apart and the fur being a more even shape. Still, for the most part they haven't changed drastically.

Favorite Colours:

Coconut: While not technically a species-specific color as Chias also come in it, coconut JubJubs are pretty iconic in their own right, appearing on Mystery Island frequently. Any JubJub color that plays around with their inherent roundness is fun, and I like the little tassels under the body that connect the feet to the rest of it. The orange feet also work better here, being a complimentary color to the brown.

(There's also an unconverted version, which sports crescent markings, different eyes, and a round mouth. It's not bad, but honestly it always felt really uncanny to me.)

Maraquan: What a nice color this is! Not only is coral a great fit, sort of playing around with the shape of their fur, but the colors are also beautiful—an orange-ish middle that becomes blue at most of the outcrops, with a complimentary magenta for the feet. Something about the mouth and nose here looks especially cute as well.

Halloween: Come on, it's a pumpkin! You can't not like it. While it lost its glowing eyes in the conversion, this design still looks great, sporting carved jack-o-lanturn facial features and a distinct pumpkin shape. The orange feet also now compliment the orange body, while the stem provides a nice pop of color. Great stuff.

(Side note: some of the unconverted art shows the pumpkin as more of a costume with a regular red JubJub inside. The converted version doesn't have pb clothing, and frankly I'm glad. It's much more fun to just think that it's literally a pumpkin than a JubJub that just happens to be in a pumpkin.)

#neopets #neotag #jubjub #neopet reviews

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

#marauders era #marauders #hp marauders #jegulus #marauders hc #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #sunseeker #starchaser #queer marauders

[akimeowk]

Siren Goddess Reader Hcs

Y'all voted for this, sorry if it's bad

I don't write fanfiction often lol

Fem reader because i specified goddess and i don't think i'd be good at gender neutral

Warnings: some stalking, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of selling people, mentions of drowning

Enjoy!

Before i get into reader and freminet, i feel like some info about my ideas on sirens should be shared

Sirens come in the following three forms:

Shallow water:

These are the smallest sirens. They tend to stick near the surface and around islands, often have tanner skin. They feast on small fish and land animals. They closely resemble mermaids, except with sharp teeth to eat meat.

Open water:

These ones are longer than shallow water sirens. They swim in to deeper waters and don't go near land often. A little more blue in skin tone than shallow sirens. They swim way more than shallow sirens, so they have more fins to help them swim quickly. The fastest of the sirens, they hunt larger fish.

Deep water:

These sirens are HUGE. Because they live in the depths of the ocean, they can grow to extreme lengths. They don't often go to the surface, because of this their skin is unnatural shades of blue. They often have claws. They don't chase their prey, they evolved to swim at consistent speeds for longer distances. Their color allows them to blend in, stalking their prey silently.

Y/n is most like a Deep water siren, however she's not actually a specific kind of siren. She's technically a mix of all three.

Also some backstory

Y/n was friends with Egeria (hydro archon) before the archon war. The sirens used to all live in the dark sea, but frequent hunting caused them to seek shelter in Fontaine.

When the archon war began, Y/n knew she wasn't strong enough to become an archon. But she couldn't allow her daughters to die. So she asked for help from Egeria.

Egeria agreed to help, and sealed off a large underwater cavern so that only Y/n could allow people to enter and exit. The sirens all hid, and haven't been seen since.

But even queens surrounded by their children get lonely, so Y/n finally decided to take a trip into Fontaine.

Freminet just wanted to go for a beachside walk. He didn't expect to come back with a clingy fish lady.

How Y/n and Freminet met:

Y/n had been seen by some people in her half siren form, and they were trying to capture her to sell her. She was perfectly capable of defending herself, and was about to, but Freminet stepped in, thinking she was in danger.

Freminet had recognized her from an old fairytale.

One about hideous monsters disguised as beautiful sea women that lure sailors to their deaths. She fit the description of them, except the tail. He thought that maybe the fairytale had some truth, and that she was an endangered species, hence why he decided to help her.

In awe of how a human could care enough about a creature like her to fight his own kind, she decided "he's adorable. He's mine now."

She fully planned on keeping him in her domain, but when she picked him up and started walking away, he freaked out (he thought he was gonna be eaten), and convinced her to let him go home.

They ran into each other by "coincidence" (Y/n stalked him until the perfect time to reveal herself) later and had an actual chat. Freminet learned that no, she didn't plan on eating him. Y/n learned that it's actually morally wrong to stalk people and very creepy, along with what kidnapping is.

Human customs are so strange.

Y/n is already infatuated with him right away, but Freminet doesn't quite like her like that yet. At most its a simple "she's really interesting, i wanna get to know her better" kind of thing.

Though that starts to change as Y/n makes an effort to court him with sea related gifts and cute dates.

Also, she can carry him.

I think he'd just swoon over a lady who can literally sweep him off of his feet.

He's always trying to be strong for other people, he needs someone to be strong for him so he can lower his guard for once.

And who better than a giant sea goddess who's head over heels for him?

He'd have a wonderful time in her domain.

So many sirens... if only the looks they were giving him weren't ones of hunger and bloodlust...

At least the caverns are gorgeous.

He wouldn't be able to explore her domain on his own for a while. Too many sirens that have been deprived of their favorite food for too long.

Once they start to understand how attached their queen is to this human, they back off.

Back to Y/n being in Fontaine

Freminet (obviously) can't stay in the caverns forever. So he has to leave for long periods of time.

But without her favorite human to occupy her, Y/n quickly finds that the caverns are too boring.

The sirens are all big girls. They can handle themselves! At least until Y/n gets back.

Of course, she has to go about it differently than last time (Freminet banned her from exiting the caverns without him unless she disguised herself.) She forgot that sirens are nothing but a myth to humans now, so showing up in her semi-siren form will only attract unwanted attention.

The solution? Human form!!!

I think it'd be funny if her human form was a little bit shorter than Freminet. Amongst other sirens she's HUGE. But if she was scaled down like other sirens, nope. Below average length. Which is why her human form is on the shorter side.

The sirens find it hilarious. Y/n, not so much.

Of course we can't forget about our favorite twins (wonderful transition i know), Lyney and Lynette!

As funny as the whole iCarly smoothie scene is, i don't think they'd meet Y/n in her semi-siren form or her full siren form right away.

The house of hearth is in the middle of fontaine, Y/n is NOT sneaking past that many people.

Freminet also wanted to wait a bit before letting his siblings meet her. Y/n isn't exactly... caught up on human culture.

After a month of dating though, the twins get suspicious of all the "walks" late at night that he's been taking.

They immediately figure out he's been going on dates with someone, just haven't figured out who.

At this point, Freminet deems Y/n educated enough on modern Fontaine to only be slightly strange.

So the twins finally meet her in her human form.

But they know something is off.

It's uncanny valley for them. She looks human, acts human, talks human, but you just get that feeling that something isn't right.

Freminet doesn't seem to notice their discomfort. Or maybe he does, and he's just praying that the months worth of lessons he gave Y/n didn't go in one ear and out there other.

Lyney puts up a front. He doesn't trust Y/n one bit. But he doesn't have any reason to start a commotion. So he acts friendly and observes for now.

Lynette i think would be a bit conflicted.

She's like Lyney in the sense that she doesn't trust Y/n. However, Freminet is smiling and chatting happily with somone who isnt from the house of hearth or the traveler. He's opening up to someone without the help of his siblings.

She decides that as long as Y/n doesn't hurt Freminet, then there's no issue with her being human or not.

It's still gonna take some work for them to fully trust her.

They'd find out shortly afterwards that Y/n is a siren.

Lyney, wanting to learn more about this strange girl who just showed up one day, suggests that they follow her home.

Lynette finds it ridiculous at first, but she can't help but be curious as well.

So they follow Y/n and Freminet from a far.

I honestly don't think they'd be that surprised when they see Y/n shift into her half-siren form.

"You mean the random girl who's never been seen around fontaine before, has no records of existing EVER and has a strange fascination with trying to drown fishermen, is a siren? How shocking. :|"

Like, they're not surprised that she's not human. But the siren thing? A little shocking. Actually, Freminet spends 80% of his days in the water diving. So maybe they shouldn't be that surprised.

Y/n knew Lyney and Lynette were following them. She doesn't care. She may not be able to win in the Archon war, but she damn sure can keep two human magicians silent.

Unfortunately, now things are awkward. Lyney and Lynette know that their brother is dating a sea monster. Y/n is too smug for her own good.

Freminet is struggling. How did he get into this mess?

Whenever Freminet leaves to hang out with Y/n, Lyney tells him to "not let her eat him alive"

Most people think it's a joke. Freminet knows it's genuine advice.

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I think i'm running out of ideas.

Lyney and Lynette finding out that Y/n is a goddess would have to wait for another day

Feel free to request some things if you have any ideas! I think i'll only write for Freminet for now though

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!!

#freminet x reader #anon who cried #hellion’s anon who cried #akimeowk #siren goddess reader

[madsdawls]

Neon Frights review:

Okay so Neon Frights aka the most anticipated Skulltimate Secrets line up and I finally have them all, so what do I honestly think of them? overall I would give this Skulltimate line a 7 out of 10. I loved this line a lot and it's personally my favorite of the 3 that have released but there are a few glaring issues that bring it down for me as a whole.  Anyway let's get into it!

The positives:

▪ The SHOES omg I love them so much I love how some of the pairs are comparable to Demonias which feels like a callback to MH's more alt fashion staples while keeping G3's new choice of styling of bold colors intact 

▪The pet themed hoodies were so adorable I love the mesh sleeves on them especially my only issue though is I wish they were more detailed and they were easier to get over the ghouls heads

▪Loved the bold designed pleather skirts all of them looked cool

▪Love the overall bold color schemes on the dolls and their lockers were even masterfully done

▪All of the character jewelry and accessories were super cute and showed off the element of each characters personalities super well

▪The makeup looks were soo fierce and cunty they added so much to the entire line

The negatives:

▪The poly hair every ghoul is cursed with in this line. I loved the bold cuts and colors but oh my gosh the hair quality is HORRIBLE. This line is $30 dollars there is no reason a doll worth that much should have worse hair quality than the MH budget dolls.

▪I'm more neutral on this but I personally did not like the harness gimmick they were very cute on Frankie and Draculaura but over all they don't match or really add anything to this line? idk I would have scrapped that for a different accessory.

▪Absolutely hated the two tone pleather shorts. They were totally boring and lifeless compared to the rest of the boldness of the line and doesn't really read as a relaxing considering how stiff they are on the dolls. I think if they were fabric and more styled they may have been cuter.

▪Another reoccurring issue I don't like about Skulltimate Secrets is how they managed to make the earrings all hang sticking out to the sides so awkwardly when the other dolls don't have the earrings set in like this.

Doll rating:

Twyla: ☆☆☆☆ I thought this doll was gorgeous from the dark makeup to her entire outfits and accessories the only thing I despised about the doll was the horrid dry poly hair quality it fell out and broke so badly everytime I brushed it to the point I am considering commissioning a reroot it bothers me that much :/

Ghoulia:☆☆☆☆ I just loved the gamer girl aesthetic they went with for Ghoulia and the shade of green on all of her accessories and clothes though her pixel glasses were bent from how they packaged her and so they wouldn't stay on and also I hated the two tone shorts and blue harness that didn't match.

Toralei: ☆☆☆ I loved her bold makeup and short hair and most of her clothes however I don't think they balanced her colors very good it was just too much orange and I didn't like how her tail was removable instead of having the clothes have the hole for it.

Frankie: ☆☆☆☆☆ I think Frankie knocked this line out of the park the bold colors suits their character so well and they did not disappoint! I love the hot pink color pop on the side shave and eyebrow piercing it stands out so well with all of the other colors. I am inlove from head to toe Frankie pops out being totally in their element :)

Draculaura: ☆☆☆ I was probably most disappointed with Draculaura honestly I think they half heartedly slapped a doll together of her to be included in just because she is a fan favorite and big seller (especially true since she is in every SS line up even the upcoming Ballerina one). I loved her shoes, the pink bat top, and the black skirt with yellow straps but aside from that the design falls kinda flat. I think with the reintroduction of yellow in her color pallet giving her full neon pink hair would have been better suited.

To sum it up I think this line is still one of the best G3 has come up with but as a whole I wish they would do away with polypropylene and put more effort in the clothing pieces for $30 dollars it feels a little disappointing when you pay a lot for a doll and aren't satisfied with the obvious cheap quality.

#doll collecting #monster high #monsterhigh #doll collector #draculaura #frankie stein #twyla boogeyman #toralei stripe #ghoulia yelps #neon frights #skulltimate secrets #my dolls

[tbmunson]

could you please do a chapter of ‘little harrington’ where the reader has mood swings? steve would be so cute about it lol :)

Little Harrington; Mood Swings - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You're painting the nursery and have a rush of emotions. Steve is literally a perfect partner. Thank you to the anon that requested this. If you have something you want to see please submit it!

Warnings: Fluff. Non Descriptive Nonsexual nudity.

WC: 670ish

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You and Steve had gotten up fairly early to go to the hardware store. You picked out a very neutral grey color for the walls of the nursery, having decided baby pink would be a pretty accent instead of the main color. The two of you had spent the afternoon after lunch painting the walls.

"Steve, honey, can you pour me a little more? There's just a spot left over here." You said sweetly, running the nearly dry brush over the white wall.

"Uh, I poured the rest of the can in my tray because there was only a little left. I can get that spot when I'm done here and that'll be it." He replied, watching his strokes carefully as to not get any the wainscoting that was being left white.

"Why would you do that though if I was still painting?" Your words were sharper, way angrier than you meant for them to be, but you couldn't help it, anger and annoyance had washed over you.

Steve stopped and looked at you wide eyed. "What do you mean? I didn't know you'd need more. There wasn't a lot left." He replied, getting a bit defensive himself on instinct.

The tone in his voice made you realize what had happened and tears welled in your eyes. "Steve..." You were pouting now, watching Steve stand from the stool he had been sitting on previously.

"Are you alright?" He walked towards you, concern blanketing his face.

You choked out a sob and shrugged, upset you'd snapped at him over nothing. "I'm sorry." It's all you could think to say at that moment, tears streaming down your face.

Steve nodded, pulling your body into his and holding you. "Let's get you a warm bath going and I'll finish painting in here. We'll talk about it, okay?"

You nodded, letting him walk you out of the room and towards your bathroom.

He turned the water on, making sure it wouldn't be too hot for the baby or too cool for you before he unsnapped the paint-stained overalls you were wearing and helped you out of them. "I think you're exhausted, baby." He said gently, taking in your tired face.

You nodded and sighed. "Yeah." You were still ashamed of how you spoke to him.

"I'll be back when I finish the walls okay." He said, running his thumb over your cheek so you'd look at him. When you did he pressed a small kiss to your lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." You gave him a small soft smile as he stepped out of the room. You finished undressing and stepped into the lukewarm water, which wasn't ideal, but neither was raising the baby's temperature.

About half an hour after you had turned the faucet off Steve walked back into the room, knocking on the threshold as he did.

"How ya feeling baby?" He asked gently.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. "Better. You always know what I need."

He smiled and sat on the edge of the tub. "Good. You wanna talk about what happened?" He pressed lightly.

You pouted but nodded, knowing it needed to be talked about. "I'm sorry. I don't know where it came from. I was so happy and then I was mad, then I got upset that I was mad. It was all so fast." You said, reaching down to drain the tub.

"Your hormones are all over the place right now so I don't blame you for it. I want to apologize too for snapping back at you. I knew better." He said, reaching down and resting a hand on your glistening belly.

Your eyes welled again and you shook your head. "No, you don't have to apologize." You rested your hand on his.

"I do because I know you didn't mean it. I know it wasn't your fault." He said, leaning down to be closer to you.

You smiled at him, reaching up to brush the grey smudge off of his nose. "I still don't know how I got so lucky." You smiled, cleaning your thumb in the draining water.

"Me either." He kissed the tip of your nose and stood to help you up and carefully out of the tub. "Now how about a massage, mama?"

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fluff #little harrington

[carnivorousyandeere]

okay. i just need us all to picture cyrus' face when darling is about to go down on him and sees the 'lucky you' and just *has* to tease him about it a little bit. the cute red desperate face makes everything 10x better in my head 😌

- mazzy 💕

Mazzy you’ve done it again, never failing to inspire some delicious ideas 😩💕💕💕

This ended up being way longer than intended💀, just wanted to make sure he was thoroughly embarrassed for your reading pleasure 😌✨

Best or Worst Day of Cyrus’ Life?

( MDNI )

CW: smut, invasions of privacy, perv behavior, oral, potential deepthroating

Info: dom reader, gender-neutral reader

Things were calm at the lodge. There weren’t many guests coming through this time of year, so you and the werewolves had been able to take more time to sit back and relax, and just hang out with one another for a few weeks.

You’d been especially happy to see Cyrus finally warming up to you, spending more time with you and even letting you spend the night in his room. You’d gotten to talk about all kinds of things— religion, philosophy, even smaller things like favorite foods. He’d even opened up some about his past, and gushed about the research he’d been working on before being pulled into the werewolf pack. His eyes just lit up describing the intricacies of mycology— it was so charming.

You really felt like you were getting somewhere, getting to know him.

But these past few days, he seemed to be pulling away from you again. He would stalk away if you entered the room, not even meeting your eyes. You wondered if you’d done something to offend him… or maybe just come on too strong, like Mateo could at times… but, fuck it! You couldn’t think of a single thing you could’ve done to warrant a total silent treatment.

Luckily, it wouldn’t be too hard to confront him about it. He would come back to his room eventually— all you had to do was wait.

You tried not to pry too much, but you couldn’t help be curious about the books on his shelf. Mostly field guides and biological texts, but there were also volumes of poetry from various time periods scattered throughout as well. You picked one out at random, plopping down onto his bed and flicking through it to pass the time.

Poem after poem, and Cyrus still hadn’t returned. You started to feel a bit miffed, throwing the book aside gently and laying back on the sheets, rubbing your eyes. When you opened them again, a little flash of color in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Just peeking out from under Cyrus’ pillow. You lifted it to find— a pair of your own underwear?!

Your heart just about leaped out of your chest, face heating up. Holy shit… they weren’t even clean.

You didn’t have much time to decide if you were disgusted or flattered, before the door cracked open, Cyrus’ tired expression morphing into horror as he saw what you were holding.

The both of you froze, before Cyrus stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. “I— I can explain.”

You sat up, crossing your legs, underwear still in hand. “Well?”

He stuttered, a dark flush overtaking his tanned skin. “I—I— uh. Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“That’s not an explanation.”

He froze in the midst of his fidgeting at your tone, head bowing lower. “…I like how you smell.”

“Have you done this before?”

Cyrus paused again, but nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” his voice cracked.

You stood from the bed, placing your underwear on the duvet. He winced at your movements, probably expecting you to yell at him.

But your voice remained steady, even with your heartbeat pounding in your ears. “Sit.”

He fell to his knees, dark eyes wide where they look up at you. The rush of power from his display made you feel dizzy.

“Sit on the bed.”

He scrambled up to follow your orders, his breathing sharp and shallow.

“Pick up the underwear. I want to see what you do with them.”

Cyrus’ eyes went dark and hazy, a trembling little warble leaving his throat as he grabbed the underwear with both hands and brought them to his face. He breathed in deeply, eyes falling closed, and let out a low moan with his exhale.

You could see him hardening in his jeans, fingers twitching around the underwear pressed to his face.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” The words left your lips before you had time to think about them, your tone wavering between affectionately exasperated and truly disgusted.

Cyrus moaned, hazy eyes opening to look at you again, seeming to regain some clarity and panic as you spread his legs apart and stood in between them, dropping the underwear. You brushed them aside then lowered yourself, sitting between his legs, face near his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?!” Cyrus started, voice wavering.

“What, you got a problem with this, pervert?” You asked, slowly undoing his zipper.

“N-no! It’s just—”

His voice, high with nerves, cracked and he watched as you read the embroidered words under the zipper, mortified. ‘Lucky you,’ the stitching read.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Lucky me, huh? I’d say you’re the lucky one here. I could’ve decided to tell Mason about this, then you’d be in some real trouble.”

Cyrus blanches, covering his face with his hands. “Please don’t!”

You just laugh again. “I won’t, I won’t.”

Between his fingers, you can see his eyes filling with tears. You decide to take a little pity on him, giving him a reassuring smile. His whole body sags with relief, but then he lets out a desperate whine as you laugh at his expense again, ghosting your fingers over his zipper then pushing past to palm him through his boxers.

He let out little pants and whines of your name as you dragged his underwear down and took him in hand. The dry friction of your skin on his made him squirm, cock only just beginning to leak pre.

You leaned in and smirked up at him, leaning forward to take him into your mouth. His hips bucked up into your throat against his will, head tilting back with a breathless whine.

You pulled off and fixed him with a glare, hands coming to hold his hips down. “Behave.”

Cyrus shuddered, “Yes, sorry, sorry, I’ll be good—”

His voice breaks on a “please,” as you do your best to swallow him down again. He didn’t take long to cum, face flushed so deeply and begging for you so prettily 💕

#oc cyrus #my thoughts #Mazzy 💕 #moot moot 💕 #mail 📬 #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #mdni #werewolf pack #yandere werewolf #nsft #werewolf #werewolves

[it-happened-one-fic]

A Lifelong Love

Author Notes: I wanted to write Idia but wow, is he hard. I actually wrote this while listening to Kenny Rogers "Lady" but it really doesn't fit the song very well and is also gender-neutral. This fic takes place briefly after the Ghost Marriage event.

Type: Comfort/fluff/romance hinted

Word Count: 1663

I blinked up at the Idia who was standing in the middle of the cafeteria dressed to the nines. Of course, he was supposed to have filled the role of groom in the ghostly wedding that had just taken place, but still. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him look like this.

He twitched, looking up at me from where he stood beside the now abandoned altar that had been made especially for the wedding, “Wh- What are you staring at?”

I blinked in quiet surprise at his stuttered question before vaguely gesturing to his current clothes. I could only wonder as to how the ghosts had gotten him into his outfit. He looked down and made a rather moody expression “Is my outfit that strange?”

His question was rhetorical, logically I realized that. But I found myself answering him nonetheless and drawing his attention back to me, “Well… Yeah. It’s not everyday I see someone dressed up as a groom.” Much less one quite so pretty….

I don’t know how I’d missed it till now but Idia was quite attractive. One of the prettier boys at this school of handsome young men even. 

My explanation for my stare did little to calm him though. In fact it just caused him to make a desperate shooing motion, “I’m not on exhibition y’know! Shoo, leave!” 

I did not go ‘shoo’ though. Instead I stood and stared some more as his hair changed from a pale glowing blue to a radiant pink color. A pink that matched the flushed color of his face quite well.

I felt myself slowly starting to grin at his embarrassment, but rather than teasing him I merely shook my head, “Actually I need to clean this place up. Crowley’ll bug me endlessly if I don't and tomorrow it’ll be needed.” 

His hands, that had already been tangled in his long hair, seemed to clench the glowing strands tighter at the revelation that I was not, in fact, leaving. He was mumbling something incomprehensible to himself as I started moving about the room. Ignoring him as I collected the pale flowers that had been thrown upon Eliza’s appearance in the room.

 It was almost a shame. If one had merely been watching and hadn’t known about how she’d kidnapped her groom it would have been a lovely wedding. Sure, she’d gotten married anyway and Chubby and her were a cute couple but….

 Well, to be perfectly blunt Idia was the better looking groom. He looked like he’d stepped out of some period romance. Were I bit more of a romantic I might have been able to imagine a touching but sad story about a ghost and human romance that could never be.

Such daydreaming would have to be left to Rook though. After all, I’d been so focused on the mission to save Idia I’d only thought of such things now. 

To be fair, Chubby and Eliza getting their happy ending was rather nice. Romantic even, if I really wanted to think about it. Eliza had finally got her happily-ever-after. Even if it had been a long road to get there.

I glanced over to see Idia staring, almost forlornly, at the altar. He’d been so excited moments ago when his unsolicited wedding had been canceled that it was odd to see him quite so down now. Rook had said earlier that Idia usually exuded a lonely beauty but right now…. 

Right now he looked far lonelier than I’d ever seen him. Perhaps the botched wedding had more of an effect on him than he’d let on.

I drifted closer to him, cautiously getting closer while staying silent so I wouldn’t startle him. But my approach didn’t go unnoticed as he soon revealed by looking up at me, “What?”

 His flat tone startled me. It didn’t tremble like it did when he was anxious nor was it the speedy talking that outed him when he got excited. Additionally, it was completely at odds with his previously flustered state. Gone was the Idia I knew. Replaced by someone who seemed distinctly apathetic to the point he’d never be embarrassed to the point of trying to shoo someone away.

 I shifted slightly, setting the flowers on a nearby table before turning to look at him, “Are you okay?”

He scoffed slightly, causing me to raise my eyebrows, but he didn’t answer. He just looked away, back towards the pale wedding decorations. I frowned at his uncharacteristic behavior, “Idia, I thought you were going to head back to your room. Why are you still here?”

Instead of answering my question he responded with a dry sounding question of his own, “Aren’t people with strong beliefs scary?”

I waited for him to continue but he never did, so I responded with no small amount of confusion, “Are you saying you don’t have any strong beliefs?” 

He let out something that sounded distinctly like a snort before he turned with a grin that I could best describe as villainous, “I can’t swear to something that doesn’t exist like eternal love.”

I stilled, not entirely sure what was going on but feeling like I’d stumbled across an unmarked landmine. He continued though, explaining his previous statement nonchalantly with a mocking grin, “Because I’m a sincere person.” 

What did that even mean? Was he trying to imply that I, Eliza, or everyone in the school outside of him wasn’t sincere? 

I leaned back, propping myself against the table as I puzzled about his words. They didn’t seem quite accurate. After all, I could think of one person whom I was pretty sure Idia would love for eternity.

“What about Ortho?” He froze at my question and I let it hang in the air, challenging him to deny it. 

Seconds ticked past like the ticking of a bomb as he stared at me before at last responding, “What?”

“Don’t you love Ortho and think that you’ll continue to love him for eternity?” To my surprise he relaxed at my words and his smile returned. 

This time it wasn’t as mocking of a grin, but rather halfway amused as he answered me, “That’s different though isn’t it?”

I straightened from my propped position and started to walk towards him determinedly, “How? It’s still love. You love Ortho and you will continue to love him, right?” He looked down at me, not backing away despite the fact I now stood directly in front of him.

In fact, he met my gaze unflinchingly, something that was also out of character for him. “That’s Storge. Familial love. She wasn’t talking about that kind of love.” 

I frowned at his explanation, distantly recalling the Greek types of love. A different name for each different type of love. That was certainly one way to view it. 

As for who the ‘she’ he was talking about was, well, I could only assume he meant Eliza. After all, she had been the one talking all but incessantly of love.

I tilted my head at him, “I don’t think eternal love was what Eliza was talking about either. She wanted something more like….” I fumbled briefly, fighting to recall the name to mind before I could continue, “More like Eros. A passionate, romantic love.”

He nodded, acquiescing to and confirming my statement with the simple motion. I frowned again, still confused by his odd behavior but not sure how to question it or him. 

Because I understood to a degree. Eternal love was something that was hard to believe in. How could you ever love someone all of the time? Even if they were someone like Ace described…. Someone you could laugh and cry with while also relying on them. You still wouldn’t love them all of the time. 

Would you? 

There would surely be times where you would disagree, argue, and fight with one another. But you could love someone even in the midst of a disagreement. So what did Idia mean?

I looked back up at him, “Then what do you think does exist? Since you’re a sincere person, what kind of love do you think would exist in the marriage you would want?” He had the good graces to look taken aback by my question.

And it was an odd question for me to ask but I genuinely wanted to know his answer. After all, he was the one who brought this up.

“I would want…” He trailed off, looking down at me silently as if I somehow held the answer to the very question I’d asked him. After a brief moment he continued, seemingly finding an answer by holding eye contact with me, “Someone who I would always want near me... That I would want to be next to me.” 

He tilted his head, amber colored eyes still holding mine in a way that made me feel vaguely captive, like I couldn’t look away. I suppose it was how a creature  that was encased in amber felt. He continued, unconcerned or unknowing of the strange trapped feeling he caused, “Someone I would be willing to wait for. Someone who is real and not some person I made up in my dreams.”

He looked down, at last breaking eye contact and I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. But then I heard him, his tone as solemn as ever, “I’d want to marry the love of my life.” I found myself looking back towards him, surprised at his honest-sounding words.

He shook his head slightly, “I can’t vow to love someone for eternity but…” He looked back up, eyes meeting mine once more but when he spoke his voice was softer, as was his gaze.

 It didn’t feel as intense this time, I wasn’t being forced to maintain eye contact and I wasn’t captive. But there was something different in his expression now. Something I hadn’t ever seen before, “But I can vow to love someone for my entire life.”

#Twisted wonderland imagines #Idia x reader #gender neutral reader #Idia x Y/n #Idia x you #Twisted wonderland #disney fanfiction #Disney tw #Twst #Idia shroud #Twisted wonderland x reader #Ghost marriage Proposal of Destiny #Twisted wonderland event #twst event #twisted wonderland ghost marriage #fluff #romance is hinted #comfort for Idia I guess #Greek love names #Eros and all that jazz #Idia x yuu #Idia x prefect

[plasmasimagination]

Oh, fear panic terror, communicate ideas

Hello, I saw all the people giving comments and requests about them. I would like to request the pairing of HSR with the men in the game, the women are cute but I see them all in a platonic way here

I went off the rails... Your opinion about my relationship with any of the HSR men, please do not feel pressured by the request

I'm a human, the term gender is too confusing and ambiguous for me, so I just got used to calling myself a woman because that's how I was born. My MBTI is INTJ, I tried to get my enneagram but I got bored and never tried again to tell you the truth.

My height is quite short for my age, usually people have taken up to 4 years off me, approximately 1.56 meters (I have no idea how much that is in feet) and something similar really happens with my voice and general appearance, I usually wear a lot of pink and pastel colors. My favorite color it's pink, red, purple and white

My personality is usually quite calm, I like to listen to others and sometimes say a controversial comment for the mere pleasure of listening to others debate with fervor. Listening to their reasoning usually says a lot about them, more than any presentation would. For the same reason, I tend to be quite assertive, if someone feels slightly different than usual, I have probably already noticed and tell that person's friends so that they can take care of it, I don't like to be very nosy with the rest, the vast majority don't talk to me and starting to talk to them because of their change in behavior can scare them and leave them on the defensive.

I tend to understand people quite quickly on that side, their emotions are easy to see even with less wrinkled skin, their tone of voice and words give it away instantly.

Outside of my problem of analyzing the social behavior around me... I usually stay in my storybook or my phone all day with headphones on, if my friends don't talk to me I can spend hours reading Andersen stories (Hans Christian Andersen, his stories are my entire existence💕), I usually listen to my friends calmly talk about their hobbies or problems, they usually tell me that I look like a loving mother

When I'm at home I like to cook, clean, organize purchases and play video games on my PC... A housewife practically, When I grow up I would like to take full charge of my home, even without a partner, filling my home with my emotions and experiences seems beautiful to me (I once said that to my best friend, and he said "Like my grandma" in the most neutral voice possible, sigh sigh)

I like to read, write short stories or the beginnings of novels, play with my cats and place a cardboard box inside my head to relieve the sensory load of the day.

Hyperfixation? Cardboard boxes, cats, cannibalism, criminal cases and metaphors

I just wrote a lot, sorry for some misused words or strange phrases, I have a hard time with English and Spanish is actually my first language

(I JUST SEE EVERYTHING I WROTE, I'M SO SORRY)

SWEEETIEEE HAYY ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

A/n- I don't know how concerned I should be on a scale of one to ten about the hyperfixtion on cannibalism /j

Also please don't worry about the length, it provides me a better insight and it's a lot easier to write that way ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

Anyway your matchup iss...

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DAN HENG

Calm x calm

Two rational cutiepies

The fact that you can analyse humans so well will be very useful to decide what Dan Heng actually feels, since he's quite reserved and doesn't like sharing his feelings

He appreciates your calm nature, it's refreshing after hanging out with march all of the time-

No but really, he does like the fact that he can chat with you about things, he appreciated being listened to, and he is also a good listener

He's usually spending time in his room, either reading or simply doing other things, except socializing

But the only person he lets be in the room, is you

Cuz you guys have this thing, where you can just simply sit in the same room in silence, without that awkwardness, its a comfortable silence

He also likes cats, though it may take a bit convincing, he'll give in eventually and you can get a cat, after all how could he deny his darling

Generally I think you guys would love a calm and comfortable life, not much changes in your routines and just generally two people living a normal life together loving each other.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x male reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x female reader #honkai star rail x male reader #honkai star rail x female reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail dan heng #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x gender neutral reader #dan heng x you #hsr dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng

[imasloid]

SHINY COLORS FASHION ANALYSIS: Kiriko Yukoku (幽谷霧子)

"It's not that I have an injury, but... the reason I'm wearing these bandages is… a secret."

This is a project analyzing and taking a look at the fashion design and application in the multimedia series, The IDOLM@STER: Shiny Colors. This section is about the mysterious and soft-spoken bandaged girl of the series, Kiriko Yukoku! If you want to jump to a specific section, go here!

(This is a reprint of my thread on Twitter. I put it on Tumblr for easier reading and for archiving purposes. Enjoy!)

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INTRODUCTION

“Kiriko is a silver-haired girl who exudes a mysterious atmosphere, most notable by her ephemeral nature and being wrapped in bandages. Soft-spoken but kind-hearted. She is very empathetic, sensitive, and interacts with the world around her in a very peculiar way. ”

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Profile

Age: 17

Birthday: September 23rd

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 51 kg

Blood Type: AB

Hometown: Fukushima

Hobbies: Collecting cute things, handcrafts, blood donation

Special Skills: Wrapping bandages beautifully, stepping silently, peeling apples

CV: Yuina Mizuki

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Before starting the analysis, I would suggest if you haven’t already, read her W.I.N.G. (introductory) commu (through the broswer game's English patch or on YouTube). If you don’t play the game, I would listen to her image song and read the lyrics to get a better sense of her character.

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STYLE BREAKDOWN

Kiriko’s fashion style takes great influence from girly-kei fashion, a feminine style that emphasizes cuteness. However, Kiriko turns it into her own by making it more casual, desaturated, and minimalistic, fitting her mysterious, dollish, ghost-like first impression.

Before going into fashion influences, Kiriko has doll-like qualities that aren’t clothing-related that synergize well with her simple design like porcelain skin & light, natural makeup. The attributes listed here combine with her dolly clothing to make her look like a mannequin.

Girly-kei fashion is the main influence on Kiriko’s style, following a common silhouette and typical elements of the style, like ribbons, lace, and heeled dress shoes. She makes it her own by dressing the style down as well as simplifying the outfit composition and silhouette.

Many of Kiriko’s coords take common elements from other girly-kei subtypes leading to a versatile but reined-in wardrobe. Though the style inspirations are varied, a consistent silhouette and repeated bijou elements like ribbons, frills, and ruffles unite her looks.

Another prominent influence on Kiriko’s style is “classical,” an adult, elegant fashion inspired by film actresses of the 1940s-1970s. It comprises of layering basics and a balance of both bold and natural colors, bringing out Kiriko’s mysterious elegance in a less dollish way.

Preppy influence in Kiriko’s wardrobe is easily seen in the her early outfits and forms her usual silhouette & outfit composition that’s seen as the foundation of many of her outfits. Though it really defines her early wardrobe, the influence is more subtle in her later outfits.

Her bandages are a huge part of her identity & how she presents herself. Kiriko doesn’t wear them for fashion reasons or having a fragile body, but they act as a “good luck charm” for her extreme anxiety. It also ties back to her dollish demeanor and how she lives at a hospital.

Kiriko’s image color is an icy light blue, perhaps relating to her mental fragility and her use of bandages. It’s a very dreamy and ephemeral color and synergizes with her doll-like lightness and girly elegance.

Kiriko’s color palette comprises primarily of dull & light neutrals used as a foundation for most of her outfits. This palette often either colors the whole outfit or takes a back seat to a secondary palette of vibrant cool tones and grays.

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STYLE ANALYSIS

Kiriko auditioned at the production to be an idol to “boost her self-confidence” and improve her timid nature. When Producer asks her about her bandages, she lies and said she “bumped into something.” Kiriko says putting them on makes her feel at peace.

Kiriko’s name in kanji (幽谷霧子) contains the character “幽 (yu)” commonly attributed with the word for ghost “幽霊 (yuurei)” and the character “霧 (kiri)” meaning “fog” or “mist.” As such, Kiriko is most known for her fragile and ephemeral appearance.

As touched on in the last section, Kiriko has many qualities that make her feel like a living doll. This sentiment is shared by the other members of L’antica, often complimenting her and how just looking at Kiriko makes them feel “at peace.”

Many of her earlier outfits had her outfits in the same silhouette, like a fashion mannequin, with a collared top and flared above-the-knee-length skirt. Before major development, she was characterized with this dollish silhouette in the beginning.

Also mentioned in the previous section, Kiriko is a huge worrywart: constantly anxious about other’s physical and emotional states and very sensitive to how others interact with her. She tends to bite her tongue and finds it hard to speak freely to others.

Her extreme anxiety isn’t limited to just people, but also real-life events and even inanimate objects’ feelings. As stated before, her bandages are a “talisman” Kiriko uses to calm herself down and “protect” her before she gets “injured” by her pangs of unease.

The frequency and size of her bandages have a direct relation to how much her anxieties are hindering her, bigger size & higher frequency relating to a weaker mental state. Kiriko wore them constantly, but as her character got developed she started relying on them less & less.

She only wears her forehead bandage and sometimes even doesn’t wear any at all in her most recent cards, showing her growth in how she interacts with her anxiety. To add, Kiriko has never been “ashamed” of her bandages either and considers them a part of her identity.

Her bandages also relate to her medical background with both of her parents being doctors, living in hospital dormitory housing, having a hobby of donating blood, and often volunteering at said hospital. Her main color palette of whites/light grays also relate to this.

Kiriko is also very smart to where her career advisor encouraged her to become a medical professional. She is a methodical person with a sharp memory; her preppy influences in her fashion also call back to this as well.

Another trait about Kiriko is her “ephemeral” and “fantastical” aura like that of a fairy-tale character. Some things she does are personify inanimate objects, have vivid daydreams that tend to bleed into reality, and having a very surreal sense of humor.

Though she has notable anxiety, Kiriko’s personality is simple, positive, and tends to see the good in the world and in others (which is why she worries so much about everything). She is easily awestruck and has a high sense of wonder for the world.

Her fashion really suits that side of her personality well with lots of hazy, muted colors, soft fabrics, light textures, bijou detailing, and flowy and oversized clothing pieces. It makes the viewer feel like they’re also in one of her daydreams.

Kiriko’s fashion evolution is subtle, but you can see how her style influences change in the beginning, middle, and end as her character develops. Though her fashion changes, her dollish, plush, mysterious, and dreamy aura stays intact.

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This is it for Kiriko Yukoku!

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