#nods nods omg these are all so good actually ty ^^

[silvercrane14]

Names.

Oooh I kinda like Dalton,,,

#nods nods omg these are all so good actually ty ^^ #crane answers #jolteon ⚡️ #no image id #im leaning towards dalton or erwin #ill see #im gibba ruminate a bit more

[elstoy]

omg please please expand more on abby being a brat tamer…. PLEASE i’m so obsessed with your writing

thank you! definitely will expand so… (nsfw is under the cut)

౨ৎ sfw:

౨ৎ one of the things that abby deems as most important, are your manners. so if you’re being impolite, she will a hundred percent shoot you a stern look. let’s say you’re having dinner with abby but you slowly but surely grow more and more impatient for… something, and you get a little moody, start playing with your food instead of just eating it, she’ll stop you mid sentence with a clearing of her throat. “eat that, and quit being rude. i know what you want, patience, yeah?”. or if she’s about to go on patrol and you’re clearly scared for her well being, which leads you to being mute and not talking to her, she’ll demand you kiss her on the cheek for good luck regardless of you “wanting” her to go or not. “hey, i know you’re scared — but let’s not forget our manners. now, i need your kiss sweet girl”

౨ৎ as stern as abby can get, it doesn’t mean she can’t calm you down and deal with your moods, especially if you’re a sensitive person. if she sees you crying or frustrated — maybe to the point where you’re even non verbal, she’ll be the sweetest most calming presence in the world. she’ll have you lay down on her lap, head against her firm thigh, and she’ll let you cry it out. “i know, i know… shh, angel, s’okay, let it all out”. she’ll rub your head, kiss your knuckles one by one, do everything she can possibly do to help you feel better. if you’re frustrated to the point where you literally don’t know how to let it out, she’ll be perfectly okay with letting you bang up your fists on her chest. you’d be sobbing incoherently and abby will be there for you, “use me, i can handle it”, and you’d doubt her for sure, but she’d smile at you and tell you that she’s a big girl and she has you, always.

౨ৎ if you go patrolling with her, and you even dare to argue with her, she’d grab your face and smush your cheeks together. “wipe that pout off your face, or i will”, and she’d hold your chin and make you look up at her stern gaze, “no arguing or i’m sending you home. you want manny to take you home?” and when you’ll shake your head no, she’ll pat you on the cheek with a soft smile. “thought so, now behave”

౨ৎ nsfw:

౨ৎ obviously with abby being a brat tamer come the spankings. she’d lay you on her lap and make you count them. if you lose your count, she’d make you count again from the start. her hand is huge so it would be painful, but she’ll make sure to soothe it later, either with her lips or her hands. abby’s favorite thing to say to you is probably “on my lap, little brat, now”

౨ৎ is definitely not scared to remind you of how big and scary she can be. if she caught you in a lie, and you shake your head “no” instead of nodding a “yes”, she’d grab you by the chin and nod your head for you. “i know you’re lying… why do you bother, huh?”, and when you’ll cry and try to argue back, she’ll definitely push you to sit on the edge of the bed as she towers above you. “you want me to show you what happens to girls who lie?, you don’t wanna be my sweet girl anymore huh? want me to break you till you can’t fucking walk?” — and you definitely don’t (or you do, but secretly), so she’ll pull out her huge strap and make you gag on it till you actually admit you were lying. she’ll make you say the truth as her shafts shoved down inside your throat, and click her tongue when you struggle and slur up your words. “what was it? you were lying? say it again, sound so fuckin’ stupid with my cock down there, speak up” although she clearly knows you can’t.

౨ৎ abby’s huge on punishments, not just by spanking you. loves tying you to the bed with a thin rope and placing a pink vibrator on your cunt. it’ll be far enough from your pussy for you to actually manage to cum, but close enough so you can feel it’s vibrations on your pulsing clit. then she’ll just sit there and gaze at you, laugh when you’d cry and beg for her to help you cum. “bad girls get nothing, maybe if you weren’t such a little fucking brat i’d help you… but you are, so stop squirming and take it”

౨ৎ clearly we’ve established how much she loves calling you a brat. even when she’s being nice and actually letting you cum (which surprisingly is more often than not), she’ll whisper in your ear “my little brat’s gonna cum on my cock? yeah? you’re gonna make it all messy? gonna have to clean me up later?” and when you moan out her name she’ll just coo on and on. “yeahhhh, cum for me brat, wanna feel that little pussy, mhm… such a good brat for me”

#anon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson prompt #abby x fem!reader

[ktaerssoi]

can you do a paige fic where paige is down bad like reaaaly down bad only has eyes for reader but reader is so oblivious and paige gets all sad and reader doesn’t know so then paige is like i fucking love you??

its always been you

relationship: paige bueckers x fem!reader based on this request! tysm for answering my post 😭 summary: paige has only ever had eyes for you. notes: omg this was actually sm fun to write tysm and also i would love to hear more of those requests you speak of. anyway ty again!! - kate not proof read!

"i mean really, she thinks she's the shit and just needs to shut up." you were going on yet another rant as you walked through your front door, paige not far behind with your leftovers from lunch.

"mhm, well maybe you need to express to her what she's doing wrong." paige sighs as she opens the fridge to put the food away, grabbing and water for you and herself.

"thanks," you grab the water bottle from her, leaning against the counter. "i guess, but anyway, how have you been." you nudge her playfully with your shoulder, giggling. "any girlsss?"

you watch as her face flushes and she rolls her eyes. you see the smirk on her face as she turns away, letting you know that there was most definitely a girl.

"oooo, who?" you watch as she turns back to you shrugging, taking another sip of water. "i plead the fifth." its your turn to roll your eyes as she keeps her mouth shut.

"oh come on, p! were adults! you can tell me who you think is cute, i wont judge." you cross your arms as you move to stand in front of her, blocking her in slightly. she shakes her head and smiles at you, and the look she gives you is different from the normal ones. she looks at you like you're the only person she ever wants to know.

"i don't know, i don't think you want to know. you guys are sort of close and i wouldnt want to make it awkward, y'know?" she makes direct eye contact with you, you guys standing at the same height due to her leaning on the counter.

"uh yeah, i mean i guess so but i wouldn't tell her." your shoulders drop a little, you didn't want to push her but you were also sort of hurt that your own best friend didn't want to tell you about a girl she liked.

"you seriously don't have any thoughts at who it could be? she's not on the basketball team." paige stands up straighter, now towering over you slightly.

not on the basketball team? paige's life is basketball, i'm like the only friend she has that doesn't live basketball 24/7

needless to say, you were confused. (and dense as hell my gosh)

"is it that one chick that you had to do that group assignment with? the really pretty girl with the braids?" you were thinking to everyone you had seen apige interact with that wasn't on the team, other than yourself you were lost.

"no, you guys are close remember?" paige is looking at you like this is the most obvious thing ever, and you just stare up at her utterly confused.

"you're horrible at this whole hint thing." you mumble, shaking your head as you walk toward the living room to continue your thinking.

paige follows behind sort of deflated, plopping down on the couch next to you, slouching down so her head could rest on your shoulder. "no i mean really, who could it be?" she shakes her head as she goes to grab the remote.

you watch as she channel surfs for the next ten minutes, not finding anything good and eventually turning off the t.v.. "take one more guess and then i'll tell you who it is." paige looks up at you from her spot on your chest.

"okay um, is it that one media girl that were friends with? the one who always comes to dinners with us??" paige's eyebrows furrow, and she giggles to herself a litte, shaking her head.

"nope, but listen, if- if i tell you, you have to swear to me that things won't change. okay?" you nod at her words, never have you seen her this strict.

"are you sure it's not the media girl?" you narrow your eyes as she sits up, sitting across from you now.

"no y/n, its you. i like you. no, fuck it, i love you. i mean, you're amazing and you're the sweetest, funniest person i know and i'm not even totally sure if you're into girls like that but i can help but like you."

she bites her nails as you nod, you're quiet for a moment before you smile. "you think i'm funny?" paige rolls her eyes at you and stands up from the couch, scared that you're trying to let her down easy.

"so if that's a rejection i'm just going to go-" paige gets cut off by you springing up and grabbing her hand to stop her. "definitely not a rejection. i like you too p, like a love type of like. just to clarify." you shrug as you drop her hand, struggling to express that you really do feel the same.

"seriously? you're not just saying that because you're my best friend and you feel bad?" she's looking down at you, studying your face for your honest answer. once you nod you feel her hand on your waist and feel yourself be pulled forward.

your body is flush against hers, you've been in this exact position countless times before, but right now everything was in a whole new light.

your eyes flash down to paige's lips, and then back to her eyes, and to her lips again. "you're really pretty." you mumble, not even thinking about what you were saying anymore.

you watch as her cheeks get pinker, smiling at your effect on her. "shut up," she looks down at your lips, "can i kiss you?" you have never nodded so fast in your life.

her lips come crashing onto yours and it feels so right. you taste her strawberry chapstick against your lips and the smell of her shampoo consumes your senses.

pulling away after a few seconds you look up at her in awe, a stupid smile on your face.

"you really think i'm funny?"

#wcbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #wlw #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #i love her

[httpsdana]

71 prompt for oscar piastri or joão félix? ty!

Stay~João Félix

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

still can't believe João actually joined barca...His dream came true I was in literal tears when I found out and now he's doing so good omg. anyways...enjoy <3

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71-"stay with me tonight."

best friends to lovers trope!

"he broke up with me João" y/n sobbed into the phone with her best friend

"y/n...why did he do that?" João asked in a soft voice, already putting his shoes on to drive himself to her house

"he said that he's not ready to be this committed to our relationship. he said that I'm going too fast. we have literally been dating for 3 years what does he mean" her sadness now turned into anger and she was starting to show her frustration

"I'm on my way y/n. don't leave the house please. I'll be there in a few minutes" she hung up without saying anything, making him more worried now

He drove to y/n's house immediately, parking his car outside and rushing to the door. He knocked on the door harshly, only for the door to be yanked open, and a raging y/n standing there

"hey sweetheart...how are you holding up?" he asked carefully, stepping inside the house, the door behind him slamming harshly

"I should've just strangled him to death. who the fuck does he think he is? he thinks that he can just break up with me without an actualy excuse and just leave?" she said in anger, flopping down on the couch, João sitting down next to her and rubbing her back

"I'm just so frustrated right now I'm not even sad just so angry" she said with gritting teeth. Then João got an idea

"go change your clothes. I'll take you somewhere that can help" he nudged her to get up.

She groaned and got up, changing out of her shorts and hoodie, putting on a tank top and some jeans instead

João started driving to his unknown destination, making sure to let y/n play whatever music she wants from her phone

"we're here. come on" he got out of the car, only to leave y/n confused why they were outside an abandoned house

She followed him to the house nonetheless, small and slow steps behind him.

"come on sweetheart don't be scared" he put his hand out, waiting for her to hold his hand.

"João. is it like okay to be here?" she asked, as he pulled her inside the house with him

"yes don't worry. I bought this house" he shrugged his shoulders, leaving y/n to wonder why he did that

He pulled her to the kitchen of the house. All dusty and old, but it still had all the cupboards and had its counter and everything

"I thought I'd buy a house for my parents. and not just any house. they like to choose everything. They chose the color of their kitchen and the living room and everything. All we gotta do now is actually start getting rid of the old things. and me and you will do that" He grabbed a big hammer (I have no idea what its called) and a pair of protective glasses

y/n was still confused but took what João gave her and put the glasses on.

João put his pair on too and got his hammer. In a matter of seconds, he had his hammer in one of the cupboards, making y/n jump back.

"come on. its your turn" he nodded towards the cupboard

y/n lifted her hammer, and smashed it against the cupboard too.

She felt her anger starting to fade away just a little bit

"how did that feel?" he smiled, watching her smile too

"that was good" she nodded

"come on. another time. and think of what angers you the most. imagine your ex on this cupboard and let all your frustration out" anger started to bubble up inside her at the mention of her ex

She smashed the hammer against the cupboard with all her power. But she didn't stop until the cupboard was on the ground and in millions of pieces.

After a few more smashes, many laughs and jokes, and some ice cream afterwards, João was parked in front of y/n's house to drop her of.

"stay with me tonight" she mumbled, making João look up at her with surprise.

It wasn't the first time he would be staying over, but this time was different. they both felt that this night would be different, but they didn't say anything about it.

"with pleasure sweetheart"

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[watermelonsugacry]

OMG could you imagine harry or yn on hot ones, I feel like yn would kill it(I’m not sure abt harry)😭

HOT ONES

A/N: this was so fun! ty to the lovies that sent in some questions for this one 💚 (picture credits to harianadimples & harianachile !) (4.6k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

“Hey, what’s going on everybody. This is First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. And today we’re joined by the one and only YN YLN. You might have known her as one sixth of the most famous and influential bands in history, One Direction. She’s a triple threat and an 8 time Grammy award-winning singer, song-writer, musician, and producer and we shouldn’t be surprised if she adds a couple more on her shelf with her new album Waiting Room. The no features, no skip album that’s quickly making its way to the top of the charts. YN, welcome to the show.”

“What a fookin’ intro, man,” YN laughs and plants her hands on the circular table. “Thank yeh for having me on here.”

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s an honor to have you on the show. How are we feeling today?”

“M’actually extremely terrified,” She lets out a chuckle, clasping her hands together as her eyes look over the lineup of spicy wings in front of her.

“About the wings or the questions?”

“It’s half and half for sure.”

“So how are you with spicy foods?”

“M’quite alright with them but m’bit frightened by this gorgeous array of hot sauces here. Like—” YN holds up one of the tiny, glass bottles to the camera. “—this one quite literally has a picture of a bomb on it so,” She raises her hands in defense with a shrug of her shoulders. “Take that as you will.”

...

“Mhm,” YN nods as she licks her lips. “S’quite tasty. I like that one.”

“For the record, I did see that you ate the whole wing. Do you plan on continuing that as we go down the line?”

“I don’t waste food, man,” She smirks as she wipes her hands on the red cloth.

“So let’s start off with before you came into the spotlight. It was revealed that you actually didn’t want to continue singing as a profession when you were younger, but your childhood best friend and later on One Direction band member, Louis Tomlinson, made you audition on the XFactor with him. How did this come to be?”

“He tricked me actually. Louis had told me about how he was able to get an audition for the XFactor and I was super excited for him. Getting a chance like this was all he had talked about when we were growing up. On our way to Manchester—which was like an hour or two away from Doncaster—he told me that he got me an audition too and I was gonna sing in front of the biggest audience ever. The little shit."

"But do you think you would have auditioned if it were on your own terms?" Sean inquires.

"Probably not, if m'being honest," YN shakes her head. "And that honestly me skin crawl. M'very grateful for the path that I went on and that my fans have been giving me the opportunity to continue to do what I love for the past 12 years."

...

Once YN bites off of the last piece of her next wing, she shrugs her shoulders, “These wings are really good. This is easy, bro.”

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” Seam chuckles before finishing off his piece. “Okay, so let me brag for you for a sec.”

“Alright,” YN lets out a nervous chuckle.

“You have 8, count ‘em, 8, Grammys in the 12 years since you became a solo artist and you have another impressive 8 nominations for the Grammys 2023. One of your many wins is being producer of the year—a category you nominated for the second year in a row—which you said in a Rolling Stones article that it was probably the best award out of everything you’ve ever received in your professional career as an artist. Can you give us some insight into how that became such an important staple on your shelf?”

“Wow,” YN huffs out a smile in disbelief. Her nostrils begin to flare and she can feel the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She feels uncharacteristically embarrassed that she’s suddenly overcome with emotions. “Woah, sorry. I don’t know why I was gonna cry for a second there.”

YN looks up with a chuckle, shimmies in her seat, before she gives a single clap. “Okay, m’good. Yeah I mean, for the first couple of years of my career, I fell in love with what it takes to actually make a song, how to layer instruments and vocals, and the details you can initially glaze over when you first listen to a song. But being the only woman in a music studio full of my male band members, producers, sound engineers, and everyone—it took me a while to be confident enough to speak out about making suggestions in the process of making a song.

I learned so much by just watching in me corner of the room, then I was shown bits and pieces from 1D’s production team. And when I went onto me solo career, I was taken under the wings of kickass producers like Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson. Being a woman in this industry—capable of making me own music is a huge accomplishment for me as an artist and for all women who want to break out in a male dominated environment.”

“Continuing the brag streak—”

“Oh, no,” YN smiles behind her red napkin. As confident and narcissistic as she can be, she’s never been one to take a compliment—especially the way in which Sean is just throwing them out there like free candy.

“—your first solo world tour sold out in less than 4 minutes, and your current tour sold out in less than two. How was it like to come into a solo tour after touring with the rest of One Direction five years straight?”

“Well to start off, that statistic is absolutely insane,” YN lets out a laugh. “It was such a big change to do this on my own without the boys by my side on stage. I remember doing a final dress rehearsal the day before me first show and while I sat on stage and just looked out at the massive arena I was in, I began to panic. It wasn’t like I hadn’t performed in that big of a room before but I began to think what if they only bought the tickets because they were so used to the boys? Like, what if they didn’t like just me onstage or the fact that I was doing choreographed dance routines and things like that? But that all changed once I was actually on stage performing. I…I’ve never felt that type of love before.”

...

After YN tosses the bone of her next piece of chicken away and as Sean begins his next question, she stares off to the corner of the table for a second and widens her eyes. Out of nowhere, the spice level has officially been kicked up.

“You’ve also made some impressionable fashion choices that have become a staple in not only your own wardrobe but in the closets of your fanbase. From your frilly shirts from your One Direction days to becoming the female face of Gucci. From your signature 7-inch platform heels to your variety of colorful and textured opera gloves. How important is fashion in your life and how you choose to express yourself?”

YN licks her swollen lips, chuckling a bit from the spice is starting to pick up.

“Fashion wasn’t something I was super passionate about growing up. I wore a lot of dark clothing when I was teenager and when I was in the band I began to wear a lot of shirts and pinks and high heels which was a drastic change for me to say the least. I then went into a lot of changes of like—” YN moves her hand fluidly up and down in a roller coaster motion. “—I was angsty to girly girl to frat girl to comfy to leather. And when I went on this solo journey, I was embracing both a new and older side of me with more pinks and heels but putting a sexier twist to it. And now m’all trousers and blazers but m’still very much figuring out me style. All of my different fashion ‘eras’ define a different chapter of me life and I think that’s such a cool thing about fashion. Clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes and when you have that in mind, it can give yeh a big sense of confidence.”

YN can’t help the smile tugging on her lips from her memories of being on stage, “And it’s such an indescribable feeling being on stage for tour and just seeing a sea full of the fans in those long gloves.”

“It has officially become one of many infamous YN YLN trademarks,” Sean points out.

“I guess so,” She laughs along with the host.

...

“We have a segment on our show called Explain That Gram where we do a deep dive on your Instagram and pull interesting photos that need more context.”

“Sounds good, man,” YN nods and she reaches for the hot sauce used for this piece of chicken. "This one has like a lemony taste to it. I like it."

"Well, we have this whole set for you to take home today."

"Shut up," Her eyes widen in excitement. "No way, that's very sweet of yeh. Thank yeh so much, I appreciate that."

When Sean pulls up the first picture on his laptop, YN immediately coos at the screen.

“Wow you guys really went far back, didn’t yeh? Yeah so this was at the band’s third tour, I believe. I remember having such a shitty day earlier before the show and to cheer me up, Harry asked if I could braid his hair,” YN giggles at the memory.

She was going through a rough patch with Matthew and they had an argument right before she had to do some interviews for the day and a show later that night. Knowing how to approach her best, Harry knocked on her dressing room door to see a teary eyed YN wiping her cheeks as quickly as she could. He didn’t ask her why she was crying or try to give her comforting words right away. Instead, he repeated his question when she gave him a furrow of her eyebrows and tilt of her head.

For the last 20 minutes before they had to head backstage, Harry sat on the floor in front of the couch in between her legs. As she twisted and weaved his long hair, he kept her laughing with poor jokes and funny vines he saved on his phone.

She didn’t have time to finish the middle section of his head and when she asked him to sit back down to take the braids out, he refused and basked in the warmth of her smile. He went on stage with them on and he never saw the smile leave her face.

“I had been bugging him to let me do it ever since he decided he wanted to grow his hair out and donate it to charity. It was a very sweet thing he did for me.”

“Hehe,” YN giggles happily at the memory this picture holds for her. She sees her 20-year-old self squished in between Harry and Louis, her Ray Bands over her eyes as she smiles brightly at the camera. “So this looks like 2014 1D and if you’ve seen the footage you can tell that we are—” YN hits a higher pitch as she sings her next words, “High as a fookin’ kite. We were in Brazil and we wanted to go out exploring but there was this massive crowd of fans outside our hotel—”

“Oh, don’t touch your eyes!” Sean quickly reminds YN as she goes to wipe at her eyes.

“Ah! ‘Fank you,” She laughs and dabs at her eyes once someone behind the camera hands her a tissue. “Okay, so there were a lot of fans blocking the front of the hotel and we couldn’t have just merely walked out and got to our cars or anything. I can’t remember who suggested it but we ended up getting out through the back of a bread van. We totally went by unnoticed!”

“We’re going in that?” YN points to the back of the white bread van that’s stuffed with pillows. By the tone of her surprised voice, the hotel workers’ eyes widen, their cheeks get red and they can feel the sweat accumulating on their foreheads in fear. They didn’t want to disappoint and anger a member of the most famous band on the planet. Yet their eyes stay wide for a different reason as YN breaks out into a beaming smile. “Sick!”

She grips onto one of the back doors as she swings herself into the tiny space covered in pillows.

Louis gives one of the hotel workers a reassuring smile and a pat on the chest, “Yeh get used to it. Can I come in and cuddle you, Niall?” He teases as everyone begins to squish in together. Ben Winston is the last to come in and close the door beside him. He’s brought a camera with him to record the trip as it’s going to be a part of the many video diaries that YN can’t keep track of.

“I used to be a baker so I love being in the back of the bread van,” Harry notes like he hasn’t brought up his part-time job from his teenage years before.

“Would you give it a rest, mate,” YN groans from her squished position between him and Louis, giving him a playful roll of her eyes before chuckling along with the rest of the boys. 

“I quite like it in here,” Zyan smiles happily from his corner of the van. It doesn’t take long before they can hear the hundreds of fans screaming outside the vehicle. Everyone makes a shushing noise to quiet everyone as they pass the masses of fans. 

YN already gets anxious when the band has to drive through massive crowds of fans who like to bang on the windows of the Range Rovers. The boys even like to push against the thick glass to counter the weight but that doesn’t stop the anxiety rushing to her chest when it happens. 

Her mind starts to race at the thought that if the fans did actually find out that they were in there, they could easily shred the tiny van into pieces. 

When Harry sees her chest begin to rise up and down at an increasing weight behind his dark sunnies, he doesn’t think twice about putting a hand over hers that’s gripping the pillow in the space between them. He’s thankful for the dimly lit setting and the way she has her legs bent as it covers their tightly, intertwined hands. She discreetly follows his nonverbal instructions and inhales deeply through her nose to copying how he makes a small ‘O’ with his mouth to exhale.

“Why don’t we make this trip a little more exciting?” Zayn wiggles his eyebrows as he pulls out something from his cargo shorts pockets. 

YN pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head and squints at the tiny object between her bandmate’s fingers before she smiles in relief. She watches as Zayn brings up the rolled-up substance to his lips, flicking his thumb on the lighter before a flame appears. After starting it, he goes to pass it to Niall who immediately shakes his head. Once Louis’s taken a hit, he passes it to an eager YN.

Everyone begins to have their own side conversations and Harry feels the butterflies in his stomach threatening to escape when YN doesn’t let go of his hand. 

He watches from behind his pitch dark sunglasses as she holds the blunt between her thumb and first two fingers, wrapping her lips around it ever so gently and hollowing out her cheeks. Her teeth clench together as she holds the smoke in her lungs for a couple of beats, her eyelashes fluttering at the feeling before releasing the smoke into the space above her.

“How yeh feeling, Nialler?” Ben asks and turns the camera towards Niall in hopes of not capturing what the band is doing. Especially YN as it could cause harm to her “good girl” image that fans already know isn’t fully her.

“Not good,” He mutters out.

“Yeh want me to shotgun you one, Ni? It’ll make yeh feel better.” YN asks with a teasing smile once she blows out another puff from between her full lips, passing the blunt off to Harry. As he snickers along with the rest of the band, he has to admit that he’s relieved when Niall politely declines her offer. 

Once Harry has it between his lips and takes a deep inhale, he's suddenly coughing a few times into his fist.

"Woah," YN giggles and puts a hand on her bandmate's shoulder, already feeling the effects. "Maybe I should have offered you a hit instead."

Her teasing comment only makes him cough more at the intimate thought as he passes the drug to Liam.

"S'just been a while," He manages to say once he's calmed down.

"Just offering," YN smiles at him, biting down on her bottom lip as she leans her head back to the metal wall behind her.

"Well, you seem to be feeling better," Harry quickly changes the subject before he lets his hazy mind wander. He matches her position and leans his head back. A smile etches on his lips when she giggles, closing her eyes and nodding her head.

"Thanks to you," She whispers and gives his hand a squeeze. Getting into a fuzzy headspace, she doesn't think about how long she's been holding his hand or how it makes her skin tingle at his touch. Instead, she brings their hands up between them and pushes them flat against one another so their palms are together. "Woah, look how much bigger yeh hands are."

His dimples dig into his cheeks as he cheekily chuckles at her, letting her maneuver their hands together as she pleases.

"How long?" Louis asks the drivers through the wall behind him. After letting him know that they've arrived, he dramatically yells out, "Okay!"

As soon as their security teams have opened the back doors of the tiny van, everyone begins to scooch their way out.

"S'almost as big as me face!" Harry lets out a string of high-pitched giggles when YN grasps his hand in both of hers and holds it up close to her face to demonstrate her point.

“It made the experience 10x better than it needed to be,” YN laughs, reminiscing at the fun memories she had with her boys. “I just felt bad for Niall, poor thing got both motion sickness and a secondhand high.”

"Alright, last one."

“Yeah, so—” YN sucks in a deep breath through her teeth from the spicy wing she just had. “Um, this was around the time when I started to write some songs on me own, just out on a whim. This was when me manager told me that someone was interested in buying it. So that was me reaction to the news. As you can tell, I acted very professional and calm about the situation.”

...

"I must say that you're doing a really good job so far," Sean smiles at the pop star across the table. "Most would have finished their first glass of milk by now while you're still drinking water."

"I'm built different."

“It’s no surprise to anyone that you know your way around a guitar. You’ve shown off some of your favorite and unique guitars from your extensive collection over the past couple of years. From your custom-made Daisy Rock Debutante butterfly shape staple to your Fender Vintera '50s Stratocaster that was used in a plethora of ABBA’s songs. From Jimi Hendrix's 1967 Gibson Flying V to your baritone/tenor snail shaped ukulele—The Snailele. Out of the all of guitars in your care, what would you say is the coolest guitar you own and why is it your Red Special?”

YN covers her mouth as she laughs out loud while simultaneously trying not to think about the heat increasing in her mouth.

“How do you even know that? I mean, yeh asking me to pick me favorite is like choosing my favorite child. I love all me guitars and they all have a chokehold over me heart. My Red Special is just—” YN has to take in a deep breath in hopes to cool down the heat building on her tongue. “—one of the fookin’ coolest things I own. It’s a hand-crafted replica of Brian May’s guitar that he uses for literally everything and when I met him I nearly shit meself, m’not even joking. Like, that guy is fookn’ superhero, know what I mean? And when he gifted me the guitar, I saw the light, man. I literally had an outside body experience. Like I saw meself in the middle of Brian May’s dressing room as he handed me the guitar.”

“Some people buy and collect expensive cars, I have cool guitars,” YN shrugs with a content smile.

...

“Now, let’s talk about the infamous Harry Styles.”

YN nods her head towards the host, hissing in a deep breath from the hot wing she just ate. This piece has easily become one of the spicier wings so far and she can instantly tell why that is from the mention of her secret fiancé. She smirks as she raises her glass of water to her lips, “Lets.”

“So, you guys have known each other for a little more than 12 years now as you guys were in One Direction together. And on New Years 2020, it has revealed to the world that you guys were in a relationship. Now, I won’t ask for you to go into the details of your relationship but is there any particular reason as to why you guys have kept your anniversary a secret?”

“You know, from a very young age, mine and Harry’s lives have always been in the public eye,” YN licks her lips and chuckles as the burning sensation only increases the more she speaks. They don’t call this hot sauce DaBomb for nothing. “Holy shit. Think m’gonna have to take off me blazer for this one, is that alright?” YN questions, already shedding off her coat. The tattoos scattered along her arms go on display and fans can see Harry’s handwriting inked on her upper rib cage.

“Go ahead, whatever you need to do,” Sean gives her a comforting smile. “Here, I’ll even take my jacket off, too. We’re in this together.”

“I feel the support,” YN laughs but it only makes the stinging that much more intense. “M’actually starting to sweat. Oof okay umm…yeah, even the way our relationship was ‘announced’ kind of left us vulnerable, in a way.”

“What a start to the new year.”

“Exactly. And there was a time in our lives where we felt that everyone knew everything about us and it was something that just didn’t sit well with us. So to have this one piece of our lives for only ourselves just felt right. And even though I’m on social media more than he is and I post a couple of pictures of us every now and then, we definitely don’t feel that way anymore. Which feels really nice.”

“Moving onto the more professional side of your relationship with Harry, you’ve obviously worked with him during your time in the band. You were initially brought onto his production team as a songwriter for his first album, then a musician, vocal-arrangement manager, and producer for his second, and now you were all of the above plus co-lead producer for his current album, Harry’s House. You’ve also worked with big time artists like Little Mix, The Weeknd, Lizzo, and Olivia Rodrigo just to name a few. How did that initial experience help you grow as a producer and build relationships when working with other artists?”

“You’ve really done yeh research haven’t yeh?” YN giggles before going into a coughing fit, quickly bringing the red cloth over her mouth from the spicy wing. “Excuse me. Shit, sorry,” YN laughs before reaching for her tall glass of water.

“Is it finally starting to hit?”

YN takes a gulp of water, quickly licking her lips as she sniffles away the start of a running nose. Being as stubborn as ever, she shakes her head, “Nope.”

“We do have milk for you there if you need it,” Sean kindly points out and YN begins to chew on a piece of ice.

“Don’t need it, ‘fanks. Umm, oh right. Harry’s me best friend above all else and we’ve been writing together since as long as I can remember. We’ve gone through and learned about this process together for over a decade now. He’s considered one of me biggest clients and when we work together, I tell him the honest truth. I don’t like to suga’ coat shit and it’s how I work. That’s something that he knows, feel comfortable with, and respects. And there’s always that ‘something’ you learn about with every artist you work with. Like sure we can go into the studio cold turkey and make a song together but before I work with someone, I wanna take them outside of the mindset, ‘Okay, I wanna make a #1 hit single,’ and make a song that means something to them.”

YN swallows thickly, swinging her legs back and forth as she tries to get her thoughts in order from her spice-induced brain.

“With Harry, he’s sort of allowed me to explore and experiment when making music; he trusts me in that sense and as a producer, that’s the most important thing I can have when creating something as intimate as music.”

...

YN’s eyes widen when she sees Sean begin to shake the bottle, “O-oh we’re doing this?”

“It’s tradition around here to add a little bit more sauce on the last wing. Now you don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

“Seany boy, if there’s one thing yeh should know about me is that v’got a huge ego. But m’sure yeh already knew that,” YN just her hand out towards the host, wiggling her fingers while sucking in another sharp breath in hopes to ease the pain on her tongue. “Gimme that shit.”

With an uneasy sigh, YN shakes the bottle to pour some of the thick hot sauce to the last wing on the cutting board.

“Come on, YN,” YN whispers to herself. “You’re a bad bitch.”

Making sure to avoid her lips from touching the chicken as much as possible, she takes a heavy bite from the last wing.

She scrunches up her face as she chews but it turns into a pleasantly surprised expression. “Wait, what the fook that one was actually quite good. S’actually not that bad—oh shit, no nevermind.”

Sean chuckles at the rollercoaster of emotions displayed in front of him. YN gulps down as much water as she can.

“Okay, side question as you’re processing all of this: Since you have yet to reach for the milk we have for you, in your honest opinion, do you think Harry Styles could handle the range of spice that you’ve endured over the course of this show?”

YN chews and speaks around a mouthful of ice, “He can try but he wouldn’t make it past the second one.”

“Is that a little trash talk I hear?” Sean laughs.

“Listen up, baby,” YN leans her elbow on the table and points to the camera that’s solely directed on her. “I love yeh, you know I do, but you couldn’t eat any of this shit if yeh tried. Just the smell of it is gonna make your eyes water. Just looking out for you, lovie. And let’s face it, we both clearly know m’the stronger one here,” She blows a kiss at the camera and reaches for her water cup once again.

When she has the glass to her lips, she huffs out a giggle, “He’s gonna come after me for that later. Fook, s’like m’breahting fire right now.”

YN leans her forearms on the edge of the round table and balls her hands into fists to keep herself stable at the burning on her tongue intensifies.

“That last thing I wanna do before be close up shop here is play a little game of association. I’m going to throw out some stuff out to you and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Are you ready?”

“Hit me with ‘em.”

“Jacob Collier.”

YN scoffs and shakes her head with a smile, “A fookin’ mastermind.”

“The restaurant Danny’s Place.” YN throws her head back and laughs at how much research this guy actually did on her past. Her brain has turned into utter mush from the spicy chicken that she can’t come up with a polite, media-trained response.

“It’s still shit,” YN shrugs and she doesn’t even try to hide her smile.

“Loophole.”

“Woah,” YN’s eyes widen with a chuckle. “Oh my word. Hell yeah. Okay—you are like the best interviewer I’ve ever had in me life. Um, bitch’n.”

...

“Okay to this camera, this camera or this camera, tell the people what you’ve got going on lately.”

“Um—” YN blinks away her spice-induced tears away, sniffing and rubbing the red cloth to her runny nose. “M’currently on a world tour. So if yeh bought a ticket, I’ll see yeh lot very soon. Also, me new album Waiting Room comes out the day after tomorrow—Wait, when will this air? Well, it will be out very soon because I can’t really think straight at the moment. Erm, this show was a fookin’ piece of cake and Sean Evans is a legend.”

The Sean and the crew members behind the cameras all clap and cheer making YN laugh. Once the shoot is a wrap and the credits begin to show up at the bottom of the screen, YN gets up and out of her seat to give a hug to possibly her new favorite host.

“How often do you do this?” She genuinely asks.

“Every week.”

“You eat this spicy shit every week?” Sean nods and laughs at how wide her eyes get. “You’re a fookin’ legend, man. I mean it.”

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can i PLZ rq mikey with a (gender neutral please) reader who's like...a sunshine type but they're actually pretty depressed and just trying to make him happy? FRIENDS TO LOVERS PERHAPS?? WHERE HE TAKES THEM OUT ON A DATE TO MAKE THEM ACTUALLY HAPPY AND HE CONFESSES AND SHIT PLZZ

sorry if this is too much, have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!

Omg I actually love this Bc this is a reader I can relate with! ty for being my first request and you too drinks lot of wata!

A/N: this is quite long because I could not stop writing hehe also I was listening to "heaven and back" By chase atlantic and MWAH that song is what helped write this fic but enjoy all my lovelies! ;3

Characters: Mikey x gender neuteral! reader, mentions of other characters (maybe) angst with comfort (I'm rlly bad at giving warnings lol bc I like surprising yall heh)

Hold my hand~

you were sat in your small apartment seated by the window that was littered with falling raindrops, soft thunder ran throughout the skies as you silently drank the warm cup of tea infront of you, the weather matched your mood, you've always felt like this since before you could remember, you don't remember what triggered it but you started falling into this deep abyss of foreign emotions, lost in the darkness you found comfort in until you finally hit rock bottom. That is, until you saw him, walking through the halls of your school with a tall intimidating guy that had a black dragon tattooed on the side of his head, you initially thought he was bad news and no good due to people whispering about how the bleach blonde boy was "the invincible Mikey" and how he ran "..The most dangerous gang in Tokyo" you kept your distance for as long as you could until he one day approached you with a confused look on his puppy face. "Excuse me do you know where Takemitch Hanagaki is?" he asked his head tilted to the side "oh- uhm I don't think anyone by that name goes here- but I can help you look if you'd like" you offered with a smile, something about this boy made you feel something, his aura was inviting and welcoming, and it made you feel something you haven't felt in a long time but you couldn't pin-point what it was "Oh really? that would be nice thank you lady!" he said with a small laugh that made you smile even more, it was child-like and rang through your ears like a soothing melody. Eventually you found this Takemitchi hanagaki with a sweet looking pink haired girl, you were about to take your leave when Mikey grabbed your shoulder to stop you. "Hey don't leave yet! your my friend now and we have to hang out!" he said with a boyish smile and you turned to him with a confused expression, "you want to be my friend?" you asked with a doubtful tone, "Of course! you helped me so now I wanna be friends!" your heart fluttered at his words and you quickly smiled and nodded "Alright then we'll be friends then!" you say and before you knew it he was hugging you in a tight embrace that sent waves of emotion through you. From that point on you've been the best of friends with Mikey, you did everything together from going on rides with him on his motorcycle or going to the convenience store to get him more dorayaki. He was the light in your darkness and you wanted to make him the happiest he could be since he was practically saving you from yourself, you both laughed and smiled whenever you were with each other, but when those days were over and you were left alone in your cold bed staring up at the dark ceiling those wretched thoughts and horrible sadness filled your veins again and you began to overthink 'What if he's just trying to make a fool out of me?' 'If he knows about my real emotions he'll for sure not want to be friends with me anymore' and you swore to yourself to never let Mikey see that dark ugly side of you, even when he was sad or talked about him brother, you always were right there to comfort him, to make him smile as long as he was happy you were happy...right? "Y/N why are you sad?" Mikey asked one day as you both were walking alongside each other the sun was setting painting a beautiful array of pastel colors, you turn to Mikey with a confused expression "..huh?" "you just seem so..sad today" he says looking up at the sky, your heart rate increased you felt your mind racing with thoughts of how this could all go wrong, you started hyperventilating your smile faltering and before you could even say one word he turned to you with a deadpan expression. "Let's go on a date."

OKAY OKAY LISTEN, I have Part 2 coming up and I'll post it bc I MADE THIS TOO DAMN LONG KJSDSKDJNFJSJDK but reposts/reblogs are welcome js credit me!^^ Tags: @nakukuu @z3r0aqxa

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can we get some psyborg smut? Please? -Starved Stargazer&Comfydant

PSYBORG OMG I WAS LITERALLY WATCHING THEM BEING CUTE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I GOT U MY FELLOW STARGAZER AND COMFYDANT

and looking at ship art on pinterest along with some sonnyban ❤❤

PSYBORG BULLSHIT GO-

PSYBORG SMUT FIC (CLEARLY SCUFFED AND UNPROOFREAD) Summary: Uki's a bit drunk and Fulgar tries to get his ass to bed. Ends up being more than just that... after a night of sleep of course because Fulgar as you see in Ukimama's (drunk) streams always takes care of him. Author's note: I had to do a lot of research because I haven't done a mlm smut fic in so long 😭😭 cute fluff sprinkled in bc yeah ty for requesting my first ever request wahhhh WARNING: WOAG GAY MEN HAVING SEX?! NSFW?! MINORS DNI?! Or not idgaf THERES PLOT FIRST BECAUSE UHH

"Fufu-chaaaaan," Uki whines softly, a smile playing on his lips. "Can you give me a kiss?"

"Uki, we're on stream," Fulgar laughs and elicits another drawn out sigh from the Psychic. "We're on call with the others."

"Yeah save it for later," Alban jokes light-heartedly. Sonny makes an agreeing noise.

Uki whines a bit more before going silent. The rest of them continue their conversations with one another. Little did the others know that Uki and Fulgar were actually in the same house together. They decided to meet each other IRL and was planning to do an off-collab. The two hit off right away, conversations full of laughter and affection.

"Fufu-chan, you're so cute," Uki mumbles, leaning back in his chair and his head resting on the headrest. His eyes began to flutter. "Very cute."

"Well, you're cuter Ukiki," Fulgar laughs and Uki could hear him from the other room. Uki smiles gently. "Remember to drink some water and eat some food, yeah?"

Uki murmurs a "mhm" before his eyes flutter shut. The talk of his friends became like background music to him and he began to nod off. The others haven't realized just yet until the Comfydants began asking questions.

"Hey, Uki, are you alright? I just realized when the Comfydants kept asking heavily."

"Uki?"

Startled awake upon hearing his name, Uki sits up and sits straight, rubbing his eye. He says with a drowsy and drunken tone, "Huh yeah?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, sorry... you guys were just talking and I feel asleep. Like, background music. I think I might've dozed off for a few..."

Fulgar nods. "Uki, would you like to end your stream and just chill in mine? Or if you're really tired, you can just end stream and go rest."

"...yeah." Uki mumbles, agreeing to the first option.

"Alright, alright," Fulgar replies softly. "Whenever you feel like you need to go, I'll continue or just end stream."

The crew say their goodbyes and Uki goes to Fulgar's stream. They talk for a good half an hour, and Fulgar notices how sleepy Uki seems.

"Uki..." he starts with a chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep?"

"'M fine," Uki responds, all the while with a yawn. "I want to stay and talk to you more, Fu-chan..."

"You can later. you need to rest. I will end this stream," Fulgar threatens, but he says it with a smile on his lips.

Uki sighs heavily. "At least give me a kiss first."

"I will if you listen first."

Uki rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Fine."

Fulgar waits until Uki logs off completely. He talks to his Comfydants a bit more before finally saying his farewells. He switches off and removes his headphones. He rises to his feet and stretches for a moment.

He opens the door carefully and walks out the room. They booked a hotel together for a good couple of days. It was a nice place, and they got separate rooms. The two mostly spent their time in the living room, where they would relax with each other. Fulgar enjoyed his time with Uki; the Psychic had such a soothing prescence and never once made the Cyborg feel uncomfortable. In fact, he felt very at home with Uki. And he always made sure to let Uki know that. Uki was very dear to Fulgar, and he always wanted to make sure Uki was okay as a whole.

He steps close to Uki's door, rapping the wood with his knuckles gently. A slurred, "come in" answered and Fulgar enters. He finds the purple-haired man laying on his bed, a hand to his forehead. As Fulgar approaches him, he sees a flush to Uki's cheeks. Fulgar stands over Uki with a chuckle, Uki watching him with soft and bleary eyes.

"Now, where's my kiss, Fufu-chan?" Uki asks, letting his hand rest on his chest now.

"Yes yes, you're getting the kiss you oh-so deserved." Fulgar leans down with a playful grin, his lips brushing against Uki's forehead for a brief moment. He quickly stood back up and turned his back, his heart rate strangely increasing and a heat to his cheeks. "Well, good night Uki. Have a nice rest."

His metal hand wraps around the door knob and he was just about to open the door when the Psychic calls out quietly, "Fufu-chan."

Fulgar turns his head, cocking it to the side. "Yes?"

Uki gazes at him for a good minute, his expression blank. He whines softly, "Can you stay? just until I fall asleep?"

"...oh." Fulgar blushes a tad, smiling affectionately. He expected it, but also didn't quite expect it either. "Of course. Anything for you, babe."

Uki laughs and turns on his side to watch Fulgar places himself in the chair at Uki's desk, where Uki was previously streaming. His pretty eyes twinkle and crinkle a bit, obviously finding Fulgar endearing. It was kind of hard to connect to someone on such a level, but here he was, wanting to be with one person and that person was Fulgar Ovid.

"Would you like me to sing a lullaby?" Fulgar teases, resting a elbow on the armrest with a expressive wave of his hand.

"Thatd be nice, actually," Uki smirks, his hair falling in his face.

Another chortle from Fulgar as he opens his mouth to sing a sweet melody just for Uki Violeta.

Uki woke first, groaning softly as he turns onto his back. He lays there for awhile, eyes closed as he breathes, his slight migraine subsiding with each exhale. Uki hears another set of breaths and he opens an eye. Fulgar sat in his chair, fast asleep. Slightly leaning to the left, arms on arms rest and his legs crossed at the ankles. Fulgar's expression is peaceful and at ease, soft snores filling the air. Uki smiles at the sight, the sweet and funny Cyborg sleeping in the same room as him with such a sweet expression.

Uki rolls out of bed quietly and tiptoes to Fulgar. He stands in front of him, just observing him. His ruffled clothes, his smooth hair that covered his eyes, his jawline, his partly opened mouth. God, never has Uki wanted to kiss someone so bad before. His heart races at the thought of it, and his cheeks flame a bit.

'He wouldn't want to kiss me,' he thought to himself, leaning down so his face was level with Fulgar's. 'Although he did give me a goodnight kiss, I don't think it was anything more... but I wish it was.'

Uki brushes Fulgar's hair out his face, his fingertips trailing down to his jaw and then cupping his face with one hand. It fit perfectly in his palm he noted, rubbing gentle circles against Fulgar's cheek bone. The Cyborg makes a small sound and it takes all of Uki's will to not recoil immediately. He was afraid he had waken him up, but Fulgar just shifts, towards Uki's touch with a content exhale.

Uki's heart swells. Oh. My. God. He presses his lips together to stop a related squawk from slipping past his lips. Holy shit, this man was fucking adorable!

Uki wanted to return the kiss from last night suddenly. (Or rather, he just wanted an excuse to have contact with Fulgar's skin with his lips.) He inches closer to Fulgar's face, anxiety creeping in. The Psychic swallows hard, blushing profusely. He stayed a few good centimeters away from Fulgar's lips and was debating whether or not to go for it.

Uki inwardly sighs, deciding against kissing Fulgar because thatd be one hell of a ride if Fulgar suddenly woke up and found Uki... well. you know. Uki raises his head a few inches and presses his lips against Fulgar's forehead gently.

A hand seizes Uki's wrist, causing Uki to make a sort of strangled sound as he jerks back. A sleepy, but now awake, Fulgar narrows his eyes at Uki, who now looked like he was caught red-handed.

"Uki, what were you doing?"

"Uh... I..." Uki desperately tried to find the right words without sounding like a complete idiot. Cheeks bright red and slightly sweating. "How long were you awake?"

"The moment you woke up. I heard you groan."

'Well, fuck me,' Uki thought, cursing himself.

Fulgar studies Uki for a moment, then moves Uki's hand back to his face again. Uki stares, surprised, as Fulgar smirks. "Uki, you need to learn boundaries. However, since it's you..."

He sits up and leans close to Uki's face. "I don't mind what you do to me."

Hard. Hard as a fucking diamond.

"You don't?" Uki asks, without complaint going along with whatever was happening. He brings Fulgar's face close. "What if I decided to kiss you right now?"

The Cyborg's gaze slides away, cheeks burning. His gaze slides back and he tilts his head. "I'd let you."

So Uki went for it.

Uki's lips brush against Fulgar's own, hesitantly. He felt anxiety wracking his body because what if Fulgar suddenly realized, this isn't what he wanted? That he didn't want Uki?

Fulgar must've felt his distress because he takes Uki's face with his cold metal hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls the Pyschic into him, Uki having no choice but to sit himself in his lap. Not that Uki minded, not one bit.

Uki's other hand runs through Fulgar's hair, and Fulgar hums happily. He would have never thought Uki's lips were so soft, like he was kissing angel's wings. Fulgar suddenly wanted to taste him further, his left hand grasping the back of Uki's neck carefully as he nips at Uki's lower lip.

Uki immediately knows what Fulgar wants and opens his mouth and they make out passionately, Fulgar's tongue dancing with Uki's at a fiery pace. Uki can't help but moan into the open-mouthed kiss, pressing himself close to Fulgar.

They break away for a moment, panting. "Uki," Fulgar breathes, his hands finding refuge on Uki's hips as he rises. Uki wraps his legs around Fulgar's waist as he falls back onto his bed with Fulgar in tow.

"Yes?" Uki exhales, chest rising up and down quickly.

"I want you. So bad."

"You have me."

Fulgar dives towards Uki's neck, kissing down to his shoulder as Uki's breath hitches. He notices Uki's mole and gives it a hot kiss, making Uki shiver. Underneath the Psychic's jaw, he sucks on the skin, creating a hickey and several more on both sides of Uki's neck.

"Fu-chan," Uki says breathlessly, his arms around Fulgar's neck. He buries his face in Fulgar's neck and he can feel Fulgar's laugh reverberate through his chest.

"Getting all shy with me now, Ukiki?"

"Shut up bitch."

Fulgar, out of nowhere, hisses. He didn't realize one of Uki's arms left his neck, instead Uki's hand palming his hardened erection. He grunts, almost bucking his hips into Uki's hand.

"Look at you. So needy," Uki teases, a smirk on his puffy lips from kissing. Fulgar releases a growl, tugging on Uki's shirt.

"Off. Now," he orders.

Uki giggles, sitting up to remove his shirt. "Yours too."

Fulgar wasted no time in doing so, to crawl right back on Uki once more. He kisses Uki hard, then goes to give kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, all he way down...

Uki makes a noise right as Fulgar pauses above the obvious tent in his pants, grinning devilishly. "Where would you like me to kiss next, babe? here?"

Fulgar kisses his waist, watching Uki's heated expression. "Here?" He kisses Uki's inner thigh, but not quite where Uki needed it most.

Uki raises his hips, giving a soft whine. "Fu-chan..."

"Hm? What's wrong darling?" Uki's breath hitches. "Cat got your tongue? Youll have to speak up if you want me to give you want you want."

"I want you to... kiss me..."

"Mm?"

"Kiss me right..." Uki places his hand on his hard-on. "Here."

"Say pretty please."

"Please, Fu-chan. I need you..."

"Alright, alright." Fulgar hooks his finger into one of the hooks of Uki's sweatpants, dragging it down slowly. Uki raises his hips once more, and the pants slide down to his ankles. Fulgar, agonizingly slow, pulls down Uki's boxers and Uki's cock springs to attention, the tip an angry red. "Look how hard you are for me, how cute..."

Uki whimpers as Fulgar wraps a hand around Uki's pulsing dick, giving a few pumps as pre-cum beads on his tip. He seems to be admiring the work of art before him, and Uki squirms.

Fulgar takes the tip in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and kitten licking the pre-cum. Uki lets out a soft moan, his stomach quivering in anticipation. Fulgar chuckles at the sight, licking his cock up and down all while keeping eye contact with the man he's about to go down on.

Finally, he puts the entirety of the Psychic's cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and tongue flat against his tip. Fulgar begins to bob his head up and down, at a slow pace at first, before quickening. His tongue traces a vein that goes down Uki's shaft and Uki moans.

"Oh fuck... babe you feel so-" A louder moan interrupts what the Psychic was going to say. "Mph- so g-good... oh shit..."

Fulgar chortles, sending electricity up Uki's spine. He could feel something coiling and tightening in his lower abdomen. Holy shit, Fulgar's mouth felt like heaven! Uki couldn't help but jolt at the pleasure he was feeling, moaning between his fingers as his other hand grips Fulgar's hair. Twisting and licking and sucking... oh god.

"'M gonna cum," Uki moans. "Doing such a- mm! Great job- a-ah...!"

Fulgar moans against Uki's cock and that just about does it. Uki lets out a noise, unloading himself into Fulgar's hot mouth. Fulgar swallows greedily, licking the shaft clean as Uki shakes, breathing hard.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," Fulgar practically growls, going back up to capture Uki's mouth in another heated kiss. Uki could taste himself on Fulgar's tongue and it groans into his mouth. "Need to feel you..."

He sits back, yanking off his pants harshly and discards of the useless thing at the moment, his cock erected. Uki almost drooled at the sight, a shuddered sigh escaping his lips as he reaches over to pull the drawer beside the bed out. Uki grabs a bottle of lube as Fulgar crawls back on top of him.

"It's almost as if you knew this was going to happen," Fulgar muses.

"I'm a Psychic. Of course I'd knew this would happen," Uki purrs and it takes all of Fulgar's strength to not just shove himself inside Uki right now.

"Sneaky whore, huh?"

"Your sneaky whore, yes."

Fulgar takes the bottle of lube and squeezes the contents into his hand. He spreads Uki's legs wide, letting the lube drip down his fingers for a moment before tracing Uki's hole with it. Uki shivers at how cold it is and Fulgar laughs deeply. He continues circling a moment before sliding two fingers inside.

Uki arches off the bed a little as Fulgar pumps his fingers in and out of him, stretching Uki out. Uki pants as he does so, sweat clinging to his skin. Fulgar watches with fascination and Uki's hole swallows his fingers again and again, prepping the Psychic for what was about to happen.

"Hmm, think that's perfect, no?" Fulgar asks, and not waiting for a response, puts his tip at Uki's entrance and enters. Completely sheathing himself in Uki's warmth.

"Fuck!" Uki cries out, his arms snaking around and digging slightly into Fulgar's back.

Fulgar groans, "Oh, you're so fucking warm. Shit. You're squeezing around me..."

Fulgar sits inside Uki for a moment, letting Uki adjust to Fulgar's rather large size. After a moment, he begins to move, in and out slowly, his hands on either side of Uki's head. Uki whimpers underneath him, reveling in the feeling of Fulgar's dick inside him for so long. He could feel Fulgar's veins and his shaft pulsating in his walls.

"Faster," Uki gasps.

"Beg. Beg me to go faster," Fulgar breathes, his eyes dark with lust.

"Please please please, faster faster faster-"

Fulgar's hips snap forward and a noise escapes Uki's mouth. His pace is quick, just like what Uki requested, but not hard enough to bruise. The idea of hurting Uki made his heart squeeze, and it went both ways as Uki dropped his hands back to the mattress. Fulgar intertwines his fingers in the man's fingers underneath him, breathing heavy as passionate moans and gasps fill the air.

"Uki," Fulgar chants underneath his breath, biting down on the Psychic's neck and leaving behind another gift for Uki.

"F-Fulgar!" Uki exclaims, small tears at the edges of his eyes. Not because of the stretch, no, he fucking loved that because of the pleasure causing his toes to curl and the heat to build up in his stomach. "M close!"

"So am- I-I, darling," Fulgar moans, kissing Uki's ear lobes as Uki sinks his teeth into Fulgar's neck. "Fuck, you're doing wonderful, my darling. C-cum for me now. You got this- taking me so fucking well."

Fulgar's praises help send Uki over the edge, cumming all over his stomach as Fulgar grunts, spilling his seed inside Uki. The hot warmth suddenly in Uki's guts cause him to whine quietly. It felt so good.

Fulgar's arms shake as he pulls out, plopping beside Uki with heavy breaths. Uki turns his head to admire the man before him, his breaths quick. His albino hair frames his face, sweat sheen across his brow. Uki reaches a hand, cupping Fulgar's cheek. Fulgar rests his hand on Uki's.

"That was perfect," Uki murmurs.

"You're perfect, Uki," Fulgar sighs, observing Uki. "You're so fucking beautiful." He glances down. "So let me clean you up, yeah?"

"And I'll help too-"

"No, no, let me spoil you." Fulgar gets up and walks to the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

Uki props himself up with an arm, smiling affectionately at Fulgar's ass as he sauntered off.

Yup, this is his man alright 💜

#Psyborg #Noctyx #nijisanji en #nijisanji smut #nijien #nijisanji #Fulgar ovid #Uki violeta #Uki violeta x Fulgar ovid #Nijisanji ships

[flbrokensoldier]

hello :D could i request a hanzo shimada x gn reader one shot where the reader is suuuuper touch starved and never realized it until the first time they like laid down and cuddled? maybe they bury their face in his neck and get a little teary eyed and hanzo comforts them? love your writing btw :D i hope your day/night is going well <3

Omg I will do this, it's so cute 😭😭

And ty! I hope your day/night is going good too!

(Hope you enjoy!)

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

I Need Your Touch <3

It had been about a week since you both started to date, not very long but it felt like forever. You both were so deeply in love with one another it was crazy. Sure he wasn't too good at showing his affection at times, but he was still very affectionate with his random kisses here and there, along with his soft hugs. He always found comfort in having you close to him, even in front of the other Overwatch agents. He was

nervous to actually kiss you in front of them though, he liked to keep it more reserved anyways. You were his and he was yours, nobody had the right to question your relationship just by him not being affectionate in front of the others. In private though, he held your hand as you sat on the couch with him, watching shows or just sitting there in silence.

This night was different though, you both were drowsy from a mission you had just completed, so you both were now home, resting. You had a hold of his hand when you yawned and stretched a bit. He looked at you with a soft smile, not saying anything at first until he saw your eyes almost didn't want to stay open. He picked you up carefully and carried you to your room.

"Hanzo? What are you doing?" You asked, half asleep currently.

"Going to your bed, we can sleep there rather than the couch." He said as he walked into the room, setting you down on the bed.

He crawled into the bed next to you, his arms snaked around you as he pulled you close to him. You made a soft gasp and your eyes flew open, that's when it clicked. You realized how badly you just wanted to be held by him, in his stromg and tattooed arms. You just wanted to exist in his arms, in his grasp, never have him letting go. You clung to him as if he would leave if you let go. Your eyes vegan to water at the thought as you realized, that's all you wanted. To be held, to be soothed like that, to feel loved like that.

"Hey, what's with the tears?" He asked softly as he felt his shirt dampening slightly.

"Nothing, just.." You hesitated as you pulled away from his chest, moving to his neck, taking in his lovely smell. "Hold me like this for a while please." You pleaded into his neck.

He nodded and stayed silent as he held you close, almost to the point you were being squished but you couldn't care less. It was comforting for both of you. Believe it or not, he was in the same situation, he refused to show it though. Both of you holding each other was more than pure bliss, he stayed quiet for a while before he spoke softly, almost asleep himself.

"I love you." He practically whispered.

"I love you too Hanzo." You whispered back as you peacefully drifted off to sleep.

#hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada #overwatch hanzo #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #he loves you #hehehe #hope you enjoy #<3333

[athielive]

Hi omg requesting feels so awkward but I'm fr desperate for some Mischa content. I was wondering if you could do a first-date, Mischa x reader story? It can be like headcanons, or an actual story, whatever you'd like!! Ty <3

of course i will :)

im so excited people are requesting so thank you <3

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Mischa had been begging Noel for advice and tips for what to do on your first date. You two sort of had a love at first sight moment when he joined the choir and a few months of intense pining later he finally asked you out.

Everything was going great and so he asked to go on your first date. He had been stressing about where to take you and whether was good enough.

Unfortunately he didn’t really have the budget for anywhere fancy and when you asked where you were going he panicked and said it was a surprise.

So now he was sat in his basement at his desk plotting down ideas that are special enough to be the surprise date.

He considered taking you to the cinema or some form of entertainment but that would mean that the two of you would barely get a chance to talk so it wouldn’t be perfect. It needed to be perfect.

And that’s when it hit him, the perfect place to take you.

He got his phone from on his bed and sent you a text, ‘I’m picking you up at 9 for our date, wear something to keep warm and get a blanket.’

That left him two hours to get everything he needed to pull this off, should be enough time.

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You waited at your front door for Mischa to turn up, a blanket in your tote bag and a box of chocolates you got for him as a gift.

Soon enough his car pulled up and a few seconds later the doorbell rang.

You rushed over to the door and opened it to Mischa with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled nervously before handing you the flowers.

“I do not know which flowers are your favourite but I thought these were pretty. I know its not much, still I hope you like them.” He spoke quickly, you could barely make out what he was saying.

“They’re perfect thank you Mischa.” You said, placing them in an empty vase.

He took your hand and walked you to his car, opening the door for you as he always did and closing it after.

20 minutes later he pulled up at a park. He got out of the car and walked over to your door to open it and get you out.

The two of you walked for a bit until you came to a big tree. Mischa laid his blanket down next to it and laid down on top of it, motioning for you to join him. You both sat under your blanket looking up at the sky.

A wave of silence washed over you as you soaked in the beauty of the moon and the stars, it really was beautiful.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t a great first date.” He said turning to face you.

You caught his gaze and propped your head up on your hand, “Why would you think it isn’t?”

“I really want this to be good enough for you, I want to be good enough for you. But I can not afford all the fancy things that you deserve,” he laid back down on his back, “I just want to make everything perfect so you are happy.”

Looking down at him, you smiled, “I don’t need expensive things to be happy, this is perfect and you are the best boyfriend I could ask for.”

“You mean it?” he asked.

You nodded, not breaking eye contact. He pulled you down and held you in his arms. He hugged you tightly as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you.”

Your stomach did cartwheels. He hadn’t said that before, neither of you had. It felt right though, you knew that you loved him; but him loving you back was a whole other feeling.

“I love you too.”

The two of you remained like that for ages. Not talking just enjoying each other’s presence.

“The stars are so beautiful.” You commented.

“They are, but I didn’t just bring you here to stargaze. Look at the tree behind us.” He said, you turned to the tree and saw what he was talking about. There were multiple initials with hearts around them carved into the tree. “Noel told me something about it being good luck to every couple who carves their initials there.”

“This keeps getting better, thank you.” You took the key he was holding out to you and carved the tree.

The pair of you talked for another hour before heading back home. He slept over at yours that night, because it was too late to go back to his adoptive parents house.

The next day in school Noel was bragging about how he helped Mischa plan all of it and all Mischa could say in response is that he would do it all again.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #fanfic #x reader

[sasoxichomoshi]

are the pathless and abzu related? yes, and this connection is way more important than people give credit for (i will be rambling now)

visual cues are everywhere; the beheaded shark statue right at the start of the game, the purification process and the spirit realm architecture all nods to the previous game as the shells and the locked door at cerno's domain are literal imports from abzu, which are all sweet references present in the pathless

everything that concerns the spiritual realm has a touch of abzu (pantone abzu blue when)

i'd also add that i have autistic urges to just write about how the pathless feels like this result from accumulated knowledge/experience from past Nava games - the pathless has both the 'myth of creation' and the journey of the hero combined in order to tell this lil story with these silly characters (i see it all as if giant squid team woke up one day and said "what if we made like a fancy fanfic yknow" really best decision ever), however knowing myself it''d just feel like nonsense rambling (even worse than this) and a bit off topic, but i had to mention or my skin wouldn't stop itching

anyway back to the two games -

i have this recurring impression that abzu allegories and symbolism are woven in the fabric of reality in the pathless - it's not about them directly, but are foundational for whatever is being told here and now

you cannot, in full consciousness, tell me that these are just easter eggs in the pathless that giant squid introduced because it's a past title from the studio; not when there was giant effort in blending the two games sensibly - abzu is brought up in the symbolism, the color palette (red/blue), in the environment, and it's even present in the soundtrack

in short, tying the universe of the two games together was intentional

but despite visually tied, it still made no sense to me; ok we share the color palette, we wander around with the help of a tall one, we defeat the bad one, what else there's to it? is it just the start of the giant squid MCU? giant squid cinematic universe? or gaming universe? (i feel stupid)

regardless, as i answered the question to how, i wanted to understand why - and to make sense out of it all, i resorted to a feature unique to the pathless: written text

what is so important to tell the player that you need written text, something you were avoiding in all your past games but that suddenly you bring back out of nowhere to tell a story in a way you havent done before? i can just assume some topics were too necessary to just left it implied (at best), or never explained (at worst)

one of the reasons i have written this blog post until this point (the main reason, actually) is that i feel there's a bit of an overlook of an essential part in the established the pathless n abzu crossover (can i call it that?), something that permeates everything, but it's not really visible in a literal way

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as i played the game, godslayer perspective and motives stood out - they are the focus of a good part of all the tablets and dead people's memories - and as i dived deeper into the abzu connections (pun not intended) certain lines got too remarkable:

so,,, godslayer deems this world broken because it's made out of pure chaos, ok i guess it makes sense uhhh wait wait im having flashbacks i have seen this befo-

uhh oooooohhh ok ok get it i can see some parallels ughhh woooow just wow omg

the underlying factor here is that chaos is origin, foundation for both games universes (tho we can all see that at this point it's the same universe)

in abzu, by ordaining chaos the diver brings back life; in the pathless the ordained chaos, the one that constitutes all life, is at risk because someone decided that having everything made out of (essentially) chaos wasnt really suitable for the second industrial revolution i guess

note: if you know nothing about abzu i recommend reading this post cause it explains a bit about what chaos means in abzu, hence it's relevant to the pathless too

and understanding the chaos that impregnates existence as a whole is central in the pathless, which brings us to another focal point the game brings up: religion

you see religion a big deal in the pathless in the sense that it defines factions; you pick a side, and it's what drives the line of action of almost everyone in the island - the pathfinder quest against the tall ones, the godslayer followers vs the tall ones followers, entire communities dedicated to their local gods, and so on

superficially, it's easier to go to the "bad vs good" route where godslayer must be defeated to keep the order and the light and tall ones good guys whatever, the problem of this line of thought is: too much black and white and no gray to be seen

the pathless final message speaks about decision making: you are free to trace your own path (and this message is reinforced through game design and the title and at the final boss fight, you can name it) however, here lies the detail: similar to the chaos surrounding us, it goes unnoticed that the will to take a determined path comes from within

that's why religion is a hot topic in the pathless, it's what allows people to trace a path in a chaotic world, literally

the myth of creation - the eagle mother, the branch, her children - in itself is a form of understanding reality, religion - prayers, sacrifices, lines of conduct, contemplation - is also a form of grasping the real, and from this understanding, this particular view of the world, you are invited to take action; you cultivate the land and you build temples dedicated to your god

you take action based in what you believe, and you can see it better in the dead followers you can commune with through the island, they are fierce in their beliefs, which leads them to make a stand or fight back

it also stands out how the tall ones are imbued with negative traits; nimue shifts moods like summer rain, kumo is terribly jealous and childish, sauro despite everything will resort to violence, cernos is too shy, heck even eagle mother as gentle as she is let atrocities took place before any meaningful action was considered

all the tall ones have their virtues and imperfections because in the end they are also made out of chaos, essentially they are not that different from any tree on the plateaus; but, as the tablets about the masks state, they see things beyond this realm, and with this knowledge they try to guide those that dont see it - it's like this for their followers, and hunter is also guided by them

godslayer is no different, he took a path lead by his beliefs, beliefs those that reject the idea of having life from chaos, which lead to his obsession of fixing what he deemed broken; from his perspective, he suffered in the hands of the tall ones and their followers which made him believe that anything of their nature was treacherous - he failed tho, failed to understand that a single path would lead to perpetual suffering (as some memories states, "i was not meant to bloodshed"), which was a fate his followers had bittersweetly tasted

in this scenario, hunter is special: she's an outsider, she doesn't comprehend her mission just yet neither knows those lands; she's facing chaos in its pure form and in order to make sense of her new reality, she takes the eagle mothers advices; upon taking on the trials of the island she witnessed chaos in its many forms, and she assimilates it, not good nor bad but a 'in between' - that's why (from my understanding), on purifying the godslayer final form, her eyes glow in bright blue not because she's some 'declared since birth' allied of the tall ones, but because it signals purpose, she understands the chaos, the one that causes life and death, and she embraces that view from within and translates it into strength to fight back and endure

there's not a single creature in this world that doesnt feel lost and be it whatever creature - human, tall ones, demons, animals, everyone is trying to make sense of this confusing world we live in, be it through any path at hand - and religion is just one of the possible ways in the sea of infinite available paths

as hunter explores deeper into the island, she bonds with the tall ones but make no mistake, she's not really a faithful follower - and she doesn't need to be - cause she has the understanding that the tall ones represent this organized chaos necessary to the flux of life, she respects them

pathfinder, unfairly treated, will look at the tall ones and see just lies, refusing their guidance, he will strive for a new path not taken before and ignore any previous knowledge about the world, he will build up a single vision for a brand new reality absent of chaos because that's how he was conditioned to see and absorb the world around him

(and that makes godslayer feels even more tragic, having the possibility of seeing the world through new lenses by wearing the mask of the ancients yet he persisted in his views and ignored the reality as it was - chaos neatly woven - perhaps out of hate and sorrow for all past injustices; even in the end he resisted to accept the world that nurtured him, as he too was made out of chaos - and for that he's forgiven)

you and i can both worship sauro, but in the end we will look at the surrounding chaos from different perspectives and i will decide that pottery is the way to go while you see the sword as the suitable option; as the truth stands, this is a pathless land - there's no defined answer

the pathless, beyond the 'pathless land' lesson, has something more to tell - that perhaps the path is already established and to you is given the choice of going forward that path or re-evaluate and change directions;

if i had to define the pathless i'd say it's about what touches the eye and where you rest you hand (which can also explains why the eye is an ever present image throughout the game); through perception you grasp the world around you, you create your views and based on it you take action - will you release the bow string? will you strike with your sword? will you cultivate the land? or will you shed blood? what have you seen that made you act like this?

what a chaotic world

anyway, i have too much to say and no one to listen so my only options are write Big Blog Post or bang my head against the wall if you read until here (complete madness) thanks for enduring until the end

(cant wait to see the pathless references in sword of the sea i have faith)

#the pathless #abzu #im not crazy i swear #sorry for the low quality screenshots the game kinda hates me #the question is: are all these connections intentional? were matt and the crew actively trying to tie things this deep? we may never know #analysis #has anybody noticed that everything is so beautiful #i have been writing this for two days now #im not sure about my theory anymore #i may be stupid

[lacontroller1991]

Tattoo of You (Gordo Stevens x F!Reader) (Soulmate AU)

Main Master List || For All Mankind Master List

Requested by anon from this prompt list: Omg, pleaseeeeee do any of those soulmate prompts w Gordo, I would die (in a good way <3)

Warnings: Domestic arguing/fighting (Tracy and Gordo), smoking, language, Karen being a good mother hen, light infidelity, Gordo and Tracy just being a shit couple (my favorite dysfunctional couple)

Author's Note: THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING GORDO HES JUST SO PRECIOUS AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND MORE

Word Count: 1.7k

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The first case was reported five days ago. A woman had woken up after a night out only to find a weird mark on her ribcage. When questioned by friends and family members if she had just gotten a new tattoo, she was in denial. She recollected that she had bumped into a guy, had a conversation, went back to her place and had a night of passion with the mysterious man only to wake up the next morning with a tattoo on her ribcage. Surprisingly enough, the man whom she had spent the night with had the exact same tattoo on his ribcage. 

It made global news instantly. First case of soulmarks documented in centuries. The mass majority of people had considered it bogus, until more and more cases were being documented. And thus it began. A revival in soulmarks. 

When it finally got to him, Gordo didn’t really know what to think of it. He had woken up one morning, a slight tingling on his ribcage, and instantly jumped out of bed, running to the mirror and pulling up his shirt only to see a mark in the shape of a continent on his skin. He was terrified. 

If he is being honest with himself, he still is terrified. What if Tracy doesn’t have the same mark as him? What would that mean for his family? For his kids? It’s not like he can go and ask. Not with her still being pissed enough at him for him to have to sleep at the apartment. 

Trying to get the thoughts out of his head, he walks out of the apartment and towards the elevator, rocking on his feet and waiting for the elevator. As the elevator doors open, he steps inside quickly, moving to press the ground floor button but is interrupted by his neighbor, you, rushing into the elevator, a basket of laundry in your arms. 

“Thanks for holding it,” you comment, setting the basket down before reaching up and tying up your hair, but something catches Gordo’s eyes. Something that has his blood rushing cold. Underneath the band of your bra, he can make out part of a tattoo that looks very similar to his own. 

“Do you need a shirt?” His question causes you to look up at him in confusion before looking down and yelping upon realizing that you indeed, do not have a shirt on. You try to cover yourself as much as possible but Gordo just laughs. “Seems like you’re in a rush.”

“Tell me about it. I need to get this laundry done so I can actually have clean clothes to wear or else it won’t get done at all.” He nods in response as a silence falls over them, the elevator going painfully slow. Looking back down at you, he tries to make out the rest of the tattoo. When you realize that he’s staring at you, you look back at him in confusion. “Can I help you?”

“What’s that tattoo of?” You look down at your tattoo and raise up the side of your bra, oblivious to the way Gordo’s eyes widen as his mouth drops open in shock. 

“Uh. I don’t really know? Looks kinda like a continent but I can’t really make it out. I woke up with it like two days ago.” You admit as the elevator comes to a stop as another person gets in, eyeing you up and down. Gordo closes his mouth and moves to stand in front of you to at least protect your decency somewhat and you can’t help but to become flustered at the motion. 

“Here.” Gordo takes off his jacket and hands it to you as the elevator reaches the bottom floor. “You can just return it later.” He smiles softly before exiting the elevator, leaving you alone.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach his car. He was supposed to go to JSC for a meeting, but he needs to see Tracy. Especially if you, his neighbor, has the exact same tattoo as him. 

It doesn’t take him long to reach his house. Shutting off the engine, he runs through the door and into the hallway, his heart pounding against his chest in anxiety. “Trace?”

Tracy walks out of the bedroom, a look of annoyance on her face as her husband’s loudness. “Yes Gordo?”

“Did you get a tattoo on your ribcage?” Tracy rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and putting her weight on one of her legs as she stares at Gordo dubiously.

“Do you really believe in that make believe? Soulmarks haven’t existed for centuries. Everyone knows that,” she replies as Gordo shakes his head, lifting up his shirt to reveal his own tattoo, much to Tracy’s shock.

“Do you have a tattoo?” He lets go of his shirt and takes a step closer to her, a twinge of doubt making its way through his heart. 

“No. I don’t.” The silence is deafening and the tension in the air is thick as Gordo and Tracy stare at each other, not really sure what to say next. “When did you find the tattoo?”

“About two days ago. I woke up to a tingling feeling and when I looked in the mirror it was there. Are you sure that you don’t have one?” Tracy holds up her hand before walking back into their bedroom and lifting up her own shirt in the mirror, trying to find any sort of marking but to no luck. 

Looking over to Gordo, she can’t deny the hurt that is brewing inside of her. Sure she and Gordo have had their issues, but all lovers do. Right? “What does this mean?”

Gordo pulls her into his chest, holding her close as his mind tries to think of solutions. “I don’t know.” Despite the current situation, Gordo can’t help but to think of you. Why do you out of all people have the matching tattoo and his wife doesn’t? He doesn’t even know you. Sure you’re gorgeous, and funny, and caring, and kind, but that doesn’t mean that you’re his soulmate. “Maybe we should talk it out with a counselor? I mean our marriage hasn’t been the best, and part of that is my fault, but what if this is why? What if we were never meant for each other?”

Tracy pulls away, anger written on her face. “You can’t be serious? We have children, Gordo. Think of Danny and Jimmy.”

Gordo hangs his head in defeat. He knew that the kids would be the trickiest part of this whole ordeal, but it wouldn’t be fair to him or Tracy if they stayed together. “I’m serious, Trace. What if this is why we don’t match?”

“You know what?” She pulls out a cigarette, lighting it between her lips and taking a puff. “This is fucking bullshit. How do I know that you didn’t just get a tattoo and are saying all of this horseshit just for a cop out?”

“Do you really think I would go as far as getting a tattoo to just leave you? To leave MY family? If you think that that’s the case then maybe I’m glad this tattoo appeared. Just goes to show me that I was right from our second date.” Only until he realizes what he said does he cringe as Tracy fumes. 

“Our second date? Then why the fuck did you pursue me? Why would you waste my time and your time?”

“Because I thought I couldn’t get any better.”

“Get out.” Gordo raises his hands in defeat, stepping to the side and narrowly dodging a picture frame being thrown at him. “Get out!” The bedroom door slams shut on Gordo causing him to turn around and kick at the door in frustration, unaware of four pairs of eyes on him. Turning back around, he jumps in surprise when he sees his kids, Shane and Karen staring at him. 

“Shit.” He moves towards his kids with open arms, but Karen pushes them and Shane behind her like a mother hen. Realizing that she’s not going to let them go anytime soon, he stands back up to his height, a look of sorrow on his face. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. Can you please watch Danny and Jimmy until she cools down?” Karen doesn’t make a comment but watches as Gordo grabs his keys from his pocket and heads out of the door to who knows where.

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A sharp series of knocks echo through your apartment, disrupting your concentration on your work as you look at the door in confusion. You don’t remember if you had anyone coming over, at least today. Opening the door, you smile at seeing your neighbor on the other side.

“Gordo, what can I do for you?” Your cheerful mood disappears as he pushes past you and into your apartment. “Excuse me. What do you think you’re doing?” He doesn’t respond before he’s pulling up his shirt, showing you the tattoo on his rib cage, causing you to gasp in shock. 

“Is this the same as your tattoo?” You drag him over to where you have a mirror and stand next to him, pulling up your own shirt to reveal the matching tattoo. “Well shit.”

You pull your shirt back down and turn to face him, a sense of awkwardness in the air. “What does this mean?”

“I don’t know. I have a wife and kids. I can’t just leave them. At the same time, I don’t want either of us to be without our soulmates and if it’s each other then we’ll figure this out. Ok?” You’re not stupid, you know his reputation, but he’s right. Why should you deny yourself the opportunity to have your soulmate? But do you really want to become a mother figure now? 

“There’s so much to think about,” you comment softly, sinking down on your sofa as he sits next to you, head resting on his hands.

“We’ll get through this together.” He glances down at his watch and cringes. “I got to get to work, but can we talk about this tonight? Maybe over dinner?” You nod, still in shock as he gives you a soft smile before walking out the door, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

#gordo stevens x reader #michael dorman #gordo Stevens x you #for all mankind #gordo Stevens #Tracy Stevens #Karen Baldwin #reader insert #female reader #lacontroller1991 #I miss gordo #give him back #Gordon Stevens

[sharkpupsblog]

😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 7. Electric guitar.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi guys!!!! So so so good to be back omg!!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ thank you everyone for your patience ❤️ during my break I kept writing to distract myself and I have the fic all ready to go and to be posted! 🙏🙏🙏 there are . More parts than I originally planned but it’s ok the more parts the better! :D also there is some guitar playing here and I am not a guitar expert (I can barely play my acoustic💔) so if anything is wrong I apologize 😭💔 once again ty all for the patience! :D enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You get guitar lessons from Sabine.

Warnings: foul language.

Your first meeting with Sabine and Khaan was a bit awkward. You and Sabine talked for a bit, but since you did not know each other well you quickly ran out of topics to talk about. After you ran out of things to talk about you both awkwardly stood in front of each other. Khaan and your Lipizzaner watched as you both tried to come up with something. Nothing came up so you both stood in awkward silence. You ran out of things to say because you feared your sense of humor or interests wouldn’t match hers. She ran out of things because she felt the same way you did.

She also did not want to spill too much about herself just in case you were a spy for your dad. The second meeting wasn’t as awkward. You found more things to talk about. You talked, and she listened. By the third meeting Sabine decided to start talking more. She realized that you could not be a spy. If you were then you would have given up by the second meeting since she wasn’t talking, or you would have gotten bored. But you were still around, and you were always so full of energy. It was clear you actually cared, and you weren’t there for anyone else. You listened to everything she said, so she trusted you.

Many hang outs came after that. Most of them were in the Everwind fields. Some were in coffee shops. She learned how you liked your coffee, and you learned how she liked hers. There were a lot of things you agreed on, but coffee was definitely not one of them. After weeks of hanging out and talking over the phone you became good friends. You trusted her with everything, and she trusted you with most of her stuff. She wished she could tell you as much as you told her but what she had was heavy. She did not want to ruin the mood.

You didn’t know much about her past or about what happened the day you found Khaan. You wished to know, but you kept quiet. You wanted her to tell you when she felt ready. The stuff she could tell you always amazed you. The thing that surprised you most was that she did dressage, and she ran her own club. When you asked to join as a joke, she said you were too lame to join her club. It brought up a conversation about what would make you cool enough to join.

Which brings you to the present. You’re sitting on your couch with a guitar on your lap. In front of you Sabine kneels. She takes the hand you have on the neck of the guitar, and she gently moves it down a bit. She positions your fingers to different strings. They are now in place to form a note. When she tells you to strum you do. The guitar produces a nice sound that makes you smile “was that good?” You look at Sabine. She nods smiling back at you “good enough to join your club?”

The girl laughs she shakes her head at you “maybe learn a few more notes first.” The guitar belongs to her. Another thing you learned about Sabine was that she loved music. Her favorite band was the Miscreants. The band was highly popular in Jorvik, so it did not surprise you that she was a fan of it. She said she got her own guitar when she was younger thanks to the Miscreants inspiring her. The girl never really used it though. The guitar sat in her closet for most of its life. Only being used at random times like this one. Note learning was a first for you and a refresher for Sabine who had not picked up the guitar in a while.

“Did it take you long to learn the notes?” You watched as she grabbed your hand again. She positioned it to another note. “It took me a while but-“ she moved your fingers around “it might be different for you.” She told you to strum, and while the note played, she continued talking “you could probably learn them quickly.” She hoped you were paying attention to the placement of the notes. She had already told you which ones they were. The girl was now just showing you how to play them. “Maybe you’ll be in the Miscreants instead of my club” she watched as you went back to the other note wanting to hear how it sounded again.

“I have a good teacher, so I think I’ll learn quick” you looked at her seeing a small smile on her face. You catch a hint of pride in it. “Don’t flatter me it won’t help you join quicker” she looked down at her phone for the next note. You let out a huff resting your arm and then your chin on top of it against the end of the guitar “it was worth a shot.” You glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room seeing 7:14. Your dad was out for a meeting he wouldn’t be back until 10. You had plenty of time left to learn the notes and hang out with Sabine. You had to sneak her in, so you would also have to sneak her out it would only give you until 9:30 to hang out. The rest of the time left would be used for sneaking her back out of Valedale.

When you moved to sit up your elbow hit the tuning knobs. The knobs turned, and the strings loosened. You frowned, and you strummed the guitar. You cringed at the horrible sound of the untuned strings. Sabine looked up from her phone when she heard the ugly sound “what did you do?” She held her hands out. You handed the guitar to her “I accidentally hit the little knobs at the end.” You felt bad, you knew it could be fixed, but you still felt really bad. You hoped tuning a guitar didn’t take long. You hoped it wasn’t hard to do.

Sabine checked each string until she found the ones you untuned. “I’ll fix it” she looked up at you giving you a smile. She was letting you know it was a simple mistake. She didn’t want you to feel bad. “We can use this as a lesson for tuning” the girl stood up from where she was kneeling, and she took a seat next to you on the couch. She began twisting a knob “your stupidity ended up being useful.” She had a playful tone it let you know she was not mad, or genuinely calling you stupid. You scooted closer to her to watch her tune the strings, and she let you. The girl explained to you how to tune the guitar. You were barely listening because your heart was beating loudly in your ear. It was also beating fast, it felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. Soon all the strings were back to normal, and you listened as Sabine played each one.

“Do you know any songs?” You looked up at her hoping she did. She looked up at you answering your question with “only one.” She never bothered to learn more. Her rock star phase faded pretty quick. So quick she only learned one song before her guitar was banished to the closet. Sabine felt nervous, you were making her nervous. You were seated so close to her. Usually she didn’t really care that you were close to her, but lately it affected her more than normal. Even touching your hands and guiding them on the strings made her nervous. It felt way too intimate.

She had a guess to why she felt the way she did before she knew why. She thought maybe it was because she wasn’t used to touch. After a few sleepless nights she figured out why she was so anxious around you. She wanted to tell you she really did, but she feared it would not be mutual. The feeling was very much mutual though. If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating. If only she knew how she made you feel. “Can you play it?” You hoped she would play it for you. Sabine nodded, and she positioned her hand to the first note in the song. “I’m a bit rusty” she played the note it made you smile.

“If I mess up don’t laugh” she moved her hand to another note. You crossed your heart it made you feel like you were on the playground again making a promise to your childhood best friend. “I promise I won’t laugh” you stayed quiet as she played the song for you. Sabine said she was rusty, but she played well. Her hands moved fluently and carefully. You felt like you were at a concert. Front row seats to- wait a minute.

You continued listening, and that was when you realized the song she was playing was a love song. Holy shit? You felt your face burn she didn’t see your blush though she was too busy playing to see it. You quickly tried to clear it while she played. The song soon ended, and the girl looked up to you “what do you think?” She went wide eyed when she saw the blush on your face. You couldn’t get it to go away.

“Was it that bad?” The girl cringed. She watched as you tried to formulate a thought. There was no way she was playing that for you, was she? You opened your mouth, and you tried to joke with her “was that for me?” You were half joking. You prayed to Aideen that it was for you. Sabine narrowed her eyes, and she tilted her head to the side a bit “huh?” She was confused by what you were asking. When she understood the question her confused look was replaced by one of understanding.

The girl laughed, and you swore you felt you felt your heart break. “Nah” she was trying to play it cool. She was freaking out as much as you were. How could she forget it was a love song? She learned that song because the guitar in the song was great. She completely forgot that there was more to the song than just the guitar part. “I just learned it for the guitar” she messed with one of the strings. She cleared her throat trying to ease the tension in the room. You frowned giving her a slow nod “that’s nice.” You felt so fucking lame. You looked down at your shoelaces.

You were about to change the subject, but Sabine felt bold. She felt brave she said, “it can be.” She took this opportunity to confess. No more dancing around it. You looked up at her “what?” Even though she was feeling brave she spoke softly. She repeated what she said this time with a stronger tone “it can be.” She wanted you to know that she was serious. She also wanted to look cool and confident. Your face got a deeper shade of red. You stared at her in shock “For me?” You mentally facepalmed. You felt like you were going to pass out. You were so shocked you stopped breathing. Maybe your reply was stupid due to your lack of oxygen. Sabine groaned “is there anyone else here?”

TY FOR READING! :D I didn’t have a specific song in mind so any song u want can fit in this :D also so happy to be back 😭❤️

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinesso #sabinessofanfic #sabinessoxreader #ssofanfic #mentioned > #khaansso #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣 #lookingforssomoots💔 #this took so long to write . bcs i was playing totk #i got that totk brainrot

[tailorvizsla]

Sitting at the front desk consumed with Dezha thots

Just… tug his hair and call Dezha “good boy” chefs kiss👌

Make him the little spoon? Delightful

Tie him up with what he assumed was easily ripped fabric but is actually a specialty strength silk he will not be tearing? Hehehhehheheheh yes 😈

Ooof yessss omg

Dezha always has that infuriating little smirk-smile that he reserves just for you, especially when you're acting up for his attention. He knows youre his little brat and he loves it.

When you go to that specialty sex shop and pick up some supplies, you bring home a bag with a logo on it that he clearly recognizes, judging by how much bigger that obnoxiously delightful smirk on his face gets. He tries to peek but you swat his hands away - it's a surprise, of course, and you've never let him spoil his appetite, so to speak

So, while the two of you are working - you working at your trade, and him running around and putting out fires (metaphorical and literal), you sass him. All day. He asks you to stop riling up the hunters? You double down. He tells you to stop stealing his shit? You steal his gloves and his bracer next.

Dezha has endless patience - Alor has to have endless patience to deal with the rest of the Tribe - so he doesn't say or really do anything. He just grabs his gloves and bracer and strides off to go back to work.

by the time you're both done with dinner and alone, you take your time in seducing him. you've managed to get yourself all riled up, but he doesn't even seem to be affected (jerk)

You kiss his plump lower lip and bite gently, and he hums into your mouth, his hand falling to your ass to squeeze and massage. He returns your desperate kisses with chaste smooches, pressing his lips to yours and tangling his fingers in your hair. Infuriatingly, he pulls away, and asks, "Are you looking for something from me, cyar'ika?"

You pout up at him and reach up to pull his armor off. One brow goes up but he doesn't stop you - he still just has that infuriating calm look on his face as you're working yourself up more and more. Then he finally starts taking your clothes off. You don't even wait until you're naked - you just push him toward the bed. He doesn't budge - he goes at his own pace, reminding you that you're not actually in control here. He reclines, folding his hands across his belly, his erect cock trapped in his boxers. He watches you as you slide into his lap and straddle his hips.

You reach for the bag and he finally looks interested in the goodies you bought. Smirking, you bring out the thin, translucent fabric. It looks like a sneeze could year it, but the shop owner had demonstrated its strength in shop. They had hung a loop of it over a rafter and had their Trandoshan employee try to tear it. You're pretty sure the rafter actually cracked.

So Dezha obediently, lazily slides his hands up on the pillow, and you grin at him. You reach up - letting him have a good view of your tits - and carefully wrap it around his wrists, before tying it snugly to the headboard. Dezha relaxes his head on the pillow, and he speaks, "same safe word as always." You nod and repeat it back to him. Then you smile.

"See if you can break out," you say sweetly.

Dezha pulls. nothing. He frowns and pulls again. The headboard creaks, but the fabric doesn't tear. He pulls a third time, this time putting all his strength behind it. The headboard groans in protest.

"This is new," he says mildly, a true look of apprehension crossing his face. "What are you going to do to me?"

As you slither down his hips toward his cock, you give him a cheeky smile.

"Whatever I want, cyare," you whisper.

#tailor writes #thirsty thots #hdlynn #ily heater #ty for the ask #oc: dezha draldeega #oc: dezha draldeega x f!reader #oc x you

[screechingchaoscrusade]

THIS ONE GOES AT TO YOU. THE REALEST MVP.

Spider is scared of a particular horror movie. Quaritch tries his best to comfort his son.

Spider sat on the couch, huddled under a blanket, his eyes wide with fear as he watched a particularly terrifying horror movie. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but jump at every unexpected sound or shadow. Quaritch, noticing his son's distress, sat down beside him, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, Spider, it's just a movie," Quaritch said softly, placing a reassuring hand on Spider's shoulder. "Remember, it's all make-believe. Nothing in there can hurt you."

Spider looked up at his father, his trembling lips forming a shaky smile. "I know, Dad, but it's just so... intense. The suspense and jump scares really get to me."

Quaritch nodded understandingly. "I get it, son. Some movies have a way of getting under your skin. But you're not alone. I'm here with you, and we can get through this together."

As the movie played on, Quaritch stayed by Spider's side, providing a calming presence. He leaned in closer, wrapping his arm around Spider's shoulders, offering a sense of protection. "Remember, it's just special effects, clever editing, and talented actors. They're really good at making things seem scarier than they actually are."

Spider took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heartbeat. "You're right, Dad. It's all just movie magic."

Quaritch smiled reassuringly. "Exactly. And hey, if it gets too much, we can always turn it off. There's no shame in that. Your well-being is more important than any movie."

Spider nodded gratefully, finding comfort in his father's words. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate you being here for me."

Quaritch squeezed Spider's shoulder gently. "Always, son. I'll always be here to support you, even during scary movies. Remember, fear is just an emotion, and you're stronger than any fictional horror."

Together, they continued watching the movie, Quaritch providing words of encouragement and occasional jokes to lighten the mood. Slowly, Spider's fear began to subside, replaced by a sense of comfort and safety. In that moment, he realized that his father's presence was the greatest reassurance he could ask for.

As the credits rolled, Spider turned to Quaritch with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Dad. I feel a lot better now."

Quaritch ruffled Spider's hair affectionately. "Anytime, son. Facing our fears together is what makes us stronger. And remember, real life is much less scary than any horror movie."

With a newfound sense of confidence, Spider leaned back against the couch, grateful for his father's unwavering support. Together, they embraced the power of their bond, finding strength in each other even in the face of fear.

STAWPPPPPPP OMG WHATTT LITERALLY TY TY TY

I haven't been so active sorry about the late response! Tysm I appreciate it sm you're literally the best 🥰

[arknights-imagines]

Hello! I'd like to gift Ambriel a box of chocolate! Here's to the only actual sniper in the game!

Hiya anon bshvsh 💞!! Ty for joining the Anniversary celebrations 🎊~

Aaa omg a gift for Ambriel, yay 🥳!! She's one of my favourites (I actually happen to like all the Sankta Operators lots jskshs) and yes lolol she does happen to be the one who truly fits the name of her class

Okay, a box of chocolates for Ambriel 💞!! It'll get to her safe, dw!

I wonder what she'll think of your gift sbjss 🤔?

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Box of Chocolates for Ambriel

(From Anonymous)

When you ask Dr. Exe if they’d assist you in finding Ambriel so you could give her your gift, they unexpectedly hesitate rather than lead you right away; they confess, Ambriel is a rather unorthodox and slippery Operator, hence why they’re uncertain on her whereabouts.

Nevertheless, they motion you to follow as they begin walking off with some direction. A short journey through various hallways and elevators eventually ends with you and Dr. Exe arriving at the bridge of the Landship. Your eyes immediately discern a head of well-kept, flowy pink hair - unexpectedly, the ever-elusive Sankta is here, sitting atop a railing. Having accomplished their little mission, Dr. Exe pats you on the back in encouragement before exiting the bridge, leaving you and Ambriel alone.

A smile falls on your face and you press your gift to your chest, approaching the Sniper Operator from behind. When you tap her shoulder, a frisson of shock visibly shoots through her body; she whips her head around, “Hmm?!...Oh, it’s just you. Yo.”, then she relaxes.

She invites you to sit with her on the railing by patting the space beside her. Once you’re sat, Ambriel exhales, “Sorry, you almost sent me for a run. I thought you were that guy from the Notarial Hall, coming to bother me about paying my taxes and 'fulfilling my obligations’.” A miniscule grin comes to her lips after she glances to you, “It’s much better that it’s you, right?...but anyway, what’s up?”

You take your gift away from your chest, and hold it out to her; it’s a petite box of assorted chocolates, tied with a ribbon matching the colour of her hair. The Sankta perks up, eyes sparkling, “This is for me? Really?” When you nod, she accepts the chocolate box and smiles at you again - though this time, it stays on her face, and you’re sure her halo and wings beam for a moment too. “Hehe, you sure have good timing, now I don’t have to go look for one of those vending machines to buy a snack.” She slides across the railing, closing the space between you and herself until the side of her thigh is touching yours, “Thank you very much. To get me a gift, that’s sweet of you.”

Ambriel opens the box, places it in her lap, and pops one of the chocolates in her mouth; she then offers a chocolate to you, “Here, have one before you g-” The Sankta seems to dislike that thought, so much so that she cuts herself off. She thinks for a moment before speaking again, “Actually…instead of going back to whatever work you have to do, wanna stay here with me?” Ambriel leans into you slightly, enjoys another chocolate, then sighs contently, “...Gotta take advantage of a time like this, don’t you think?”

#I always love the opportunity to write for Ambriel sbsjs 🥺 she's a v v fun character~ #arknights #arknights imagines #arknights x reader #arknights ambriel #ambriel arknights #inbox #inbox reply #exe's events - arknights imagine's anniversary gift-giving event 2022 #exe's events - arknights imagine's anniversary 2022 #anon #anon reply

[leviathans-watching]

Hi! I saw requests are open and omg your writing is perfect! Could I have some demon brother hc's of them being jealous of another random demon or human trying to get with mc?

the brothers being jealous

includes: the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list

warnings: slightly pushy/possessive behavior (from the brothers), mentions of eating, petnames darling & baby used

a/n: tysm!! some of these are humans, the other demons, so i hope you enjoy the mix! thanks for requesting and i hope you like it!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say something!

ty for reblogging mwah

➳ lucifer is too good for petty jealousy, he is. but the way the other demon’s hand lingers on your arm, the way their smile is just a bit too wide… it’s making him feel things. “oh, mc,” he says smoothly, breezing up to you. “there you are. i had worried you were lost.” slipping an arm around you, he pulls you into him, baring his teeth at the other demon, who quickly senses the claim he’s laying on you. you’re oblivious to the rising tension, smiling up at lucifer. he melts slightly upon seeing it, giving you a quick kiss, but only feels fully better when the other demon is far, far away from you.

➳ mammon knows he’s got to step in. he can’t have some lowly human getting too chummy with you, his favorite human! it’s just not happening. they’re not even that cute, not compared to him at least, and mammon strolls up to you, clenched fists hidden in his jacket pocket. “you ready to go, mc?” he asks brightly, not even giving the other human a glance. “i’m getting pretty hungry and i figured we could go to our restaurant.” he does flick his eyes over then, watching as the word ‘ours’ sinks in. “i want to see if we can sit where we were when we went on our first date.”

➳ levi feels jealous a lot, but this was much, much worse. usually, people didn't try to flirt with you when he was right there! the demon was saying something (probably something stupid), and you were laughing. laughing! gritting his teeth, levi grabbed a bottle of water, making his way towards you. “here,” he offers, handing you the water bottle. “i thought you might be thirsty.” you beam at him, telling him that you actually were, making his heart flutter. levi allows himself one smug, assertive look at the other demon, before he manages to fully distract you, pulling you up to look at something across the room.

➳ satan is moving without thinking, putting himself between you and the other demon. he can’t stand how you’re actually listening to them, nodding along to whatever they’re saying. “mc,” he says firmly, smiling tightly at you. “you ready to go?” the other demon tries to interject but he doesn’t let them, pulling you along behind him. “sorry,” he apologizes after a few minutes when you give him a reprimanding look. “you were just talking with them and i didn’t like it.” satan wasn’t used to jealousy- wrath and anger was more his style, obviously, and usually, satan was assured enough in himself and his skill to not to feel worried or inferior, but with you, he often felt himself feeling things he had never felt before.

➳ asmo drapes himself over you, all honey-sweet and loose-limbed. grinning at the person you were talking with, asmo watches with pleasure as they shuddered slightly, unsure of why they suddenly felt so threatened. ah, asmo loved uncanny valley. “hey darling,” he murmurs in your ear, blinking slowly at the other person, waiting for them to take a hint. “mind if i steal you away?” before you can agree, he’s gently guiding you towards the dancefloor, giving the person one last long look, victory sweet on his tongue, almost as sweet as your scent.

➳ beel towels off his face, eyeing the demon that was talking to you over by the treadmill. they seem to be pretending not to know how to use the machine, something that was getting on beel’s nerves, especially since he’d seen the demon pull that trick with other gym members. “mc,” he calls, flexing his muscles the slightest bit as you and the demon looked over. “want to spot for me?” he puts on his best puppy dog eyes, undoubtedly contrasting his menacing stance, but they do the job as you gave the demon a quick apology, skipping over. beel gives you a quick peck, raising his eyebrows at the other demon, clearly telling them to stay away.

➳ belphie sidles up to you, curling his arm around your waist territorially. he stares at the human blandly, waiting for them to stop talking, then makes his own move. “i saw the next item on our list over there,” he lies, pointing blindly, “but i didn’t know which brand to get. will you come help me?” you look between belphie and the other human, and he scoffs inwardly. as if the other human would win in any situation. you agree to help him, and belphie says his thanks, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “thanks baby,” he says, just loud enough for the other human to hear, resisting a chuckle as they huff and turn away.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me game #omswd #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #mammon x you #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #levi obey me #levi x reader #levi x you #satan x you #satan x reader #satan obey me #beel x you #beel x reader #beel obey me #belphie x you #belphie x reader #belphie obey me #anon ask #answered asks #leviwriting #leviswriting-obeyme #obey me x gn!reader