new series!! rough toji x shy&sweet!reader

one thing about toji is that no matter how rough the edges of his life are, he keeps every last one of them away from you.

youre too sweet for it, too soft, all warm smiles and gentle hands and that way you look at him like theres nothing ugly in the world, let alone in him, and he cant stand the thought of any of his habits brushing up against you.

when hes outside with a cigarette between his fingers and you come padding over in those soft little house clothes, he notices before you even reach him, turning his wrist so the ember faces away from you, already stepping back.

"…nah, stay there," he mutters, voice low.

you still come closer, smiling up at him, and he exhales the smoke away from your face, chin tipped toward the dark yard instead of you.

"aint for you," he says, quieter this time, like its obvious. like sweet girls like you arent supposed to smell like smoke. his free hand still finds your waist, though, pulling you into his side while he keeps the cigarette held far back behind him.

you sigh into him, and he presses a small, sweet kiss on your hairline.

and its the same with his temper.

his gruff voice, the hard stare, the clipped replies, but the second you wander into the room all soft and sleepy, asking him something in that sweet voice of yours, it changes.

youll hear him cursing under his breath at something that pissed him off, jaw tight, shoulders tense, and the second you peek your head around the doorway, he goes quiet.

his eyes land on you and his whole expression shifts.

"...what d'you need," he mutters, still rough, but softer for you.

even with the people he keeps around, hes careful. if someone talks too loud, too crude, too rough when youre nearby, hes already looking at them before you even notice.

that slow, flat stare, the one that says enough.

because as far as hes concerned, you stay sweet, and nothing mean in this world gets to stain that if he can help it.

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the air is thick (and so is he) ꩜𖦹༄ aang x reader

the silence here is a lie. 

they tell you the air nomads were all about peace and detachment, drifting through life like clouds that never touch the earth, but the way aang is holding you right now feels like gravity being reinvented. he’s supposed to be the bridge, the monk, the vegetarian boy with the easy smile and the heavy burden, but in the dark of the sanctuary, he’s just a man who has discovered a different kind of hunger. he’s a good man, truly, the kind of soul that would weep over a broken wing, but right now his hands are bruised-purple against your hips and his eyes are dark with a craving that feels almost sacrilegious.

you used to think of him as something holy, something separate from the evil of this world. he’s the avatar, the master of four elements, the one who is meant to bring balance. but there is no balance in the way he’s folding your body into the furs, his weight a constant pressure that makes your lungs ache. he’s an airbender, but he’s moving like the tide, relentless but rhythmic, driving into you with a stamina that feels entirely supernatural. his tattoos glow faintly, blue lines tracing the curve of his muscles as he works, a divine light illuminating a very human, very pervy desperation.

wet t-shirt contest - dennis whitaker x f!reader

summary: there are two things that everyone in the ER knows about you—you're incredible at your job and extremely hot. the thing that they don't know is that you're dating one of their newest residents and have been for years.

MASTERLIST

takes place on the fourth of july but absolutely zero reference to any real events of season 2 so no spoilers! the pitt needs to introduce some respiratory therapists okay or else

OTHER PARTS HERE :)

Thinking about everyone on base being horrified by how secretary!reader talks to price....

How could they not? John price is a man to be respected if not feared. Even higher ranks than him know he's only still a captain because he prefers to get his hands dirty himself. No one wants to mess with a man like that.

Then there's....you. the new secretary.

"John. Your paperwork." You tell him every morning, dropping the files on the table in the mess hall without much thought. The first time you did it, people genuinely flinched.

No one calls captain price john.

You have no care or respect for his rank, treating price as a casual coworker and not the weapon he is. Always a "john. I want my vacation time approved by this weekend." Or "your breath smells like coffee, john. You want some gum?"

People are convinced price is planning to kill you. No other option when you keep blatantly disrespecting him.

Of course the team notices it too. Worse though when they notice you still call ghost "lieutenant" and kyle and soap "sergeant"

"Doesn't it bother you, sir? The blatant disrespect?" Kyle asks one night at the bar, after price had mentioned you again.

"bother me? Why the hell would it bother me?" Price snorts, takes a bite of the crisps from ghosts plate "My wife can call me whatever she wants."

...

......

"You're married?!"

𝓐ERION TARGARYEN FIC RECS.

synopsis: maegor takes after his father in many ways - especially his love for you. children after learn from what they see and hear, and once your child begins speaking, he copies his father in his adoration. f!reader.

synopsis: during a feast, a moment of harmless conversation between you and a visiting lord is all it takes for aerion targaryen to start unraveling. what should’ve meant nothing becomes something he can’t ignore, and the longer it goes on, the more it begins to bother him in ways he refuses to admit. f!reader.

synopsis: the entire kingdom dislikes aerion but loves his wife, and jealousy stirs at the thought of having to share his wife with the kingdom. f!reader. (18+)

the shithole smells like smoke and expensive liquor, low music humming somewhere in the background while men twice your age talk too loudly around the table, stacks of cash spread out between drinks and ashtrays like its basically nothing.

you feel really out of place.

pretty thing tucked right into tojis lap while he sits leaned back in his chair like he owns the room, one thick arm wrapped around your waist, hand planted heavy against your thigh to keep you still whenever you shift nervously.

he didnt even hesitate about bringing you in with him. the second you quietly suggested waiting in the truck, his head snapped toward you immediately.

"the hell you are," he muttered, "aint leavin you out there by yourself."

your warm in his lap, cheeks hot every time one of the men glances your way before immediately looking somewhere else when toji notices.

his grip tightens every single time like he barely realizes hes doing it.

"...numbers aint addin up." he says low, voice rough as he flips through the money with one hand while the other stays on you the entire time. "you tryin to play with me or what?"

one of the men laughs nervously.

"cmon toji, its all there."

"dont 'cmon toji' me." he replies flatly.

you shrink a little further into him at the tone, fingers curling lightly into the front of his shirt, and his hand immediately slides slow along your thigh, grounding you without even looking down.

he notices everything about you without trying.

"…you alright?" he mutters finally, glancing down at you for the first time in ten minutes. you nod quickly, still shy under all the attention.

"mhm."

his eyes narrow slightly like he doesnt fully buy it, thumb dragging once across your thigh before his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you more firmly against him.

one of the men across the table makes the mistake of smiling at you for too long, and tojis entire expression hardens immediately, eyes lifting slow from the money to him.

his gaze is flat, cold and mean.

"oi." he says, and thats enough, because the guy looks away fast.

then his hand slides up your back, large and warm, holding you against his chest while he goes right back to business like nothing happened at all, keeping you tucked safely in his lap the entire time.

and then, his hand moves higher, digging into the curve of your ass, squeezing slow and deliberate.

you grip his shoulder, inhaling sharply to stop the squeak that almost left your lips. you stay, trying to keep your expression neutral as he kneads the muscle, his thumb tracing the seam of your jeans.

he does it again, harder this time, then drags his palm down the back of your thigh, grazing the sensitive skin behind your knee.

he glances down at you, noting your expression out of the corner of his eye. he huffs a short, almost silent laugh, the sound meant just for both of you.

its sweet, how you react.

he says something to the men about a deadline, about trust. his hand stops, rests flat on your stomach, his fingers splayed. he leans back in the chair, pulling you with him, and the weight of his palm is the only thing keeping you grounded.

his hand doesnt move again.

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