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A/N: soo I never actually watched the show but I have seen clips in tiktok, I'm very sorry if how I write them isn't 100% right I'm planning on watching it next week or on Friday. Thank you for the support and love

Paring: gachiakuta characters x s/o reader (seperate)

Summery:This has Tamsy Caines, Jabber Wonger, Zanka Nijiku

Contains:fluff;sfw

Jabber Wonger

Jabber was sprawled beside you during one of the rare quiet breaks where nobody was fighting, yelling, or trying to kill each other.

You were both eating from cheap takeout containers while sitting against the wall.

At some point, you noticed Jabber casually dropping part of his food onto your plate.

You blinked.

“…That was yours.”

Jabber barely looked up.

“Yeah.”

You stared at the extra food sitting there.

“Then why’d you give it to me?”

He finally glanced over at you lazily before shrugging.

“Don’t want my little peach goin’ hungry.”

Your face warmed immediately.

Jabber noticed too.

A grin spread across his face instantly.

“There it is.”

You looked away quickly and poked at your food.

“You’re weird.”

“Nah,” he snorted. “You’re cute.”

Before you could argue, Jabber leaned closer against you, practically half laying on your shoulder now.

One of his hands squeezed lightly at your side absentmindedly while he stole a drink from beside you.

“Eat,” he muttered casually. “You look better happy anyway.”

You tried giving some of the food back.

Jabber immediately pushed your hand away.

“Tch. Keep it.”

Then quieter, almost lazy:

“Like feedin’ you.”

Tamsy Caines

Tamsy teased you constantly.

Not in a genuinely mean way, well maybe a bit

Just enough to annoy you.

A comment about your cheeks.

Poking and squeezing at your sides when he walked past.

Calling you cute when you were trying to be serious.

After a while, you got fed up with it and decided to hide yourself completely for the day.

Big oversized shirt, baggy sleeves, nothing fitted.

You thought it was a good plan.

Then Tamsy saw you.

He stopped walking immediately.

“…What are you wearing.”

You crossed your arms defensively.

“Clothes.”

“Yeah, ugly ones.” he said he the most mocking tone

You glared at him.

Tamsy walked closer, immediately tugging lightly at the oversized sleeve hanging past your hand.

“What’s all this for?” he muttered out

“Nothing.”

“Mhm.”

He clearly didn’t believe you.

And somehow after that, he started following you around even more than usual.

Sitting beside you.

Leaning over your shoulder.

Constantly trying to peek in the giant shirt like he was investigating something.

At one point, he even grabbed lightly at your side through the fabric with a frown.

“…You’re hiding.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” he said

You tried walking away again.

Tamsy followed immediately.

“Tamsy.” you said

“What?”

“Stop following me.” you huffed out

“No.”

The answer came way too fast.

You turned around annoyed only for him to flick your forehead lightly.

“You’re cute,” he muttered. “Quit dressing like a couch cushion.”

Your face warmed instantly.

Tamsy grinned the second he saw it.

“There you are, now take your clothes off for me”

Zanka Nijiku

Zanka treated you like a pillow constantly

Not even in a teasing way.

He genuinely just preferred laying on you over literally anything else.

The couch? Too stiff. Pillows? Not comfortable enough.

You? Perfect apparently.

At first it started small.

His head on your shoulder.

Leaning against your side during breaks.

Resting against your lap while talking.

Then eventually it became completely normal for him to just casually lay on top of you whenever he felt like it.

Today was no different.

You had barely sat down before Zanka immediately dropped beside you and rested his head right onto your stomach.

You blinked down at him.

“…Seriously?”

“Hm?” he groaned out

“You do this every day.”

“And?” Zanka sounded genuinely confused about why that was a problem.

You poked his forehead lightly.

“You’re heavy.” you said

“You’re comfy.”

That apparently canceled it out in his mind.

A few moments later, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist while he got comfortable against you like he planned on staying there forever.

You sighed dramatically.

Zanka only closed his eyes.

“Warm too,” he muttered lazily.

Your face warmed a little.

Meanwhile he looked completely relaxed already.

Like laying on you was the easiest thing in the world.

After another quiet moment, he tilted his head slightly against your stomach.

“…Don’t move.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking a nap.” he mumble out

It’s the 15th of June! Happy father’s day Vergil.! 😊💙

Redraw from last year

Bonus: Dante & Nico shenanigans :3

synopsis: wherein hoshina soshiro visits the first division base with the sole mission of seeing his precious, darling wife (and, of course, piss off captain narumi while he's at it)

The operating room was currently a mess. Everyone was speaking too loudly to their respective officers—barking orders, confirming, and providing updates on the kaiju attack. You were at the front and centre of it all, being the operator to Captain Narumi Gen himself. He expected quick updates on his unleashed combat energy, the locations of the kaijus, and steady reports on Hibino's use of Kaiju No. 8.

There's just one, teeny, tiny problem…

"[Name]," Captain Narumi called out, "I've handled the yojus on the southern side of the city. How are things looking?"

"Good work, Captain," you complimented, changing the drone camera to see the other officers. With experienced speed, you gathered everyone's statuses with their combat energies and their neutralisation with the kaijus. "The platoon captains have their sides handled, and it seems officers Hibino and Shinomiya have safely evacuated the remaining civilians within the vicinity—"

He cut you off before you could finish. "Yeah, yeah, the first division's doing their job. Any chance I could return to base right now?"

You felt a vein throb in your neck. This guy really has no sense of urgency when it comes to anything but his damn games and shopping addiction, huh? "Absolutely not, captain," you flatly rejected.

"Hah?! Why not? Everything's been dealt with!"

Another vein throbbed at your temple. Talking to the first division captain often feels like talking to a stubborn child, but with the arrogance of "Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant." A novel-length scolding could enter his ears and go straight out the other if it wasn't related to his interests, or god forbid, paperwork he was obligated to finish as a captain.

"Because Captain Narumi Gen of the First Division," you enunciated flatly, examining the battlefield with precision as you signalled to your co-workers to send some medics to a platoon. "You are still needed there."

"You said everything's fine and dandy. So, now you're lying, huh, [Name]."

"Please don't put words into my mouth, Captain," you sighed, the throbbing now echoing in your ears. Although before you could order him to advance towards the street, a familiar hand suddenly went past your shoulder and took hold of your connection with the captain.

"My, my, is that any way to treat yer operator, Captain Narumi?"

You felt another vein throb at the back of your head as your husband, Hoshina Soshiro, winked at you with the same playful demeanour he had with his subordinates. The first words in your mind were, "I miss you, Soshiro," quickly replaced by a doomed, "Why the hell are you here, Soshiro?" Despite feeling your muscles loosen from the warmth emitting from your husband, you couldn't deny the incoming headache you—and your co-workers—were about to witness due to Soshiro's arrival.

And, as expected, Narumi's demeanour shifted instantly the moment he heard Soshiro's voice. "What the hell are you doing in my turf, Hoshina?! Don't you know that third division officers aren't welcome here? Go back to Tachikawa!"

"Is it such a crime for a husband to visit his darling wife at work, Captain?" Soshiro drawled, placing his cheek on top of your head. His left arm found its way around your waist, a hand placed firmly at the curve of your waist. You could feel his thumb pressing gently against your side, drawing familiar circles that usually calmed you down, but did the opposite in the current situation (it still calmed you down).

"Don't you dare display any PDA on my turf with my officers, Hoshina! I'd have you fired immediately for abuse of superiority!"

"The only one abusing their powers is you, captain," you sighed, grabbing back your device from a smirking Soshiro with a pointed look. However, your husband merely grinned and stole a quick kiss on your cheek. "I apologise for the interruption, Captain Narumi, but—"

"[Name]!" Narumi screeched, causing everyone (minus Soshiro) to wince from the volume. "How many times do I have to tell you to divorce him already! I can't have a member of the first division fraternising with an enemy!"

Oh, boy. He's back at it again, you internally sighed. Your eyebrow twitched as you watched the supposedly strongest soldier on the battlefield crouch down and grip his hair tightly, all the while muttering about loyalty to the division and whatnot. Honestly, you heard the order so many times that you considered doing it as an April Fool's prank, just to see the captain's reaction the following day.

"Tsk, tsk, demanding such personal requests from yer operator has to be a misconduct, right, darling?" Soshiro chimed in, playing with a strand of your hair. "Told ya should've just stuck with the Third Division operation team."

"Please, don't pull me into this mess—"

"I SAID NO PDA, DAMN IT! SOMEONE GET HOSHINA OUT OF ARIAKE!"

Soshiro's grin widened as he asked, "Now, Captain Narumi. Which Hoshina are you talking about, hm?"

"I'M OBVIOUSLY TALKING ABOUT YOU, DAMN IT!"

You could see a vein bulging from Narumi's neck, how constipated he looked. He was even shaking with anger, eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. You'd let your husband continue bullying your superior officer in most cases, but you were still in the middle of a mission.

A mission that needed Hoshina [Name], the Operation Leader of the First Division of the Defense Force.

"All right, playtime's over," you interrupted, stealing back your communication device from Soshiro. Before he could add any more fuel to the fire (Narumi), you gently pushed him away with a small smile—clearly, you enjoyed the little show he gave you. "Vice Captain Hoshina, kindly step away from the operation table for Captain Narumi. We cannot afford distractions from today's mission any longer."

Soshiro just pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like you had just grounded him from his favourite pastime. "Eh? Don't tell me yer angry at yer husband, [Name]."

You shook your head, holding back a small chuckle at how cute Soshiro looked.

"Ha! You totally deserve that—"

"As for you, Captain Narumi," you quickly cut in, sending an alert to the man. "Shinomiya and Hibino seem to be struggling with the unexpected amount of yojus at the eastern side of the city. I've sent you their locations. Kindly assist them immediately, as Officer Hibino is currently banned from transforming."

Instantly, the playfulness in Narumi's face melted as he slicked his hair back. "Fine, fine, I'll help the rookies out. And afterwards, [Name]?"

You held in a resigned sigh. You could see the pointed stare Vice Captain Hasegawa was giving you through his drone camera. "You will be permitted to return to base ASAP. Rest assured, no one has touched the progress on your game in your office."

"Your damn husband better not have messed with it, or I'm having you run laps across the field."

"That's abuse of power, Captain Narumi," both you and Soshiro said at the same time, only with different tones. Soshiro, predictably, with a more bickering and teasing tone (though, you heard a twinge of protectiveness as well). As for you, well, you were all but ready to call it a day. Soshiro, better have dinner plans tonight, or else you'll have him sleeping on the couch for a week straight.

"SOMEONE KICK THAT DAMN MAN OUT OF THE ROOM ALREADY!"

I'd love to request some dating hcs for Jabber, Zanka, Enjin, and Tamsy (separately) if that's alright.

Welcome to the fandom 🫶🏽

Of courseee and its nice to meet you too ^^

Dating headcanons!!

Characters (in order): jabber, zanka, enjin, tamsy

JEALOUSY ⬤ UD

An: I interpreted the wording of this ask as the characters being jealous of the reader, but if you meant over reader, send another request and I'll write that.

Jessica is an insecure individual. She envies both readers looks and confidence. She ties her appearance to her level of importance, so it shocks her how ugly she feels in comparison to you. How little you seem to prioritise your looks might anger her because she has to fight for her presence to even slightly match yours. It makes her feel undeserving of you, like she's not worthy to be anything more with someone so much better than her.

Emily is a control freak. She envies readers influence. She notices your natural ability to sway others around you almost without trying, and it aggravates her that she doesn't possess that same power. People will do things for you simply because they want to. You don't have to play mind games or even ask. It's unfair. She wants that too, because then you'd be so much easier to make hers.

Hannah is desperate. She envies readers nonchalant manner of being. Hannah could never, she's in too deep with the “I love you”s and “I need you”s. She's so easily swept up in the throes of love that she forgets herself. She doesn't want to be less clingy until she sees how easily you cope without her. She resents you for it, how you're able to just keep on living without every thought being about her, whilst her every thought is about you.

Ashley is lonely. She envies readers ability to make friends. Your easy way of making those around you comfortable is something she wishes she knew how to do. She'd use it on you if she could. Make you open up to her, relax a little beside her, but she can't help feeling that she's creeping you out. She wants to share in your peace of not overthinking simple “hello”s and “how are you?”s because it's driving her insane.

Josh is vindictive. He envies readers compassion. He used to be a loving person to all of his friends in his own silly way, but now he feels like an outsider in his own inner circle. He can't stand these people, he doesn't like them anymore, but you do. It makes him bitter, he wishes he could be as forgiving as you are, but watching you be so warm with them leads him to believe that he's just not as good of a person as you need.

Chris is skeptical. He envies readers trust. Chris does not trust himself around you at all. He feels like he'll screw up something, lose some nerve and say something stupid that'll make you never want to talk to him again. He doesn't like how he's beginning to feel uncomfortable around his friends, but he just can't trust them around you, and he can't trust himself to let his guard down when someone else might hurt you, or god forbid, swoon you first.

Mike is invested. He envies readers indifference. Before he met you, he was an easy man with easy morals. Now he finds himself wanting to settle down, his fear of commitment squashed under your smile. But he knows it's crazy to ask you for anything serious when you hardly know eachother, so for once he'll have to dread playing the slow game instead of feeling empowered by it.

Beth is honest. She envies readers filter. She's always been a truthful type, but since meeting you she's become unable to hold words in. Things she doesn't mean to say will slip out and horrify her. Compliments too deep and specific to be from a friend will leave her lips before she realises she was distracted by your eyes. Biting remarks towards old friends will be spat out in a natural way that she fears will disgust you.

Matt is emotional. He envies readers stability. Head over heels isn't a bad way to be in his opinion, afterall it's quite rewarding to have someone who can immediately give you that dopamine boost, but it's also dangerous. You hold far too much power over his mood. A smile from you can set him up for a whole week. A frown from you can ruin his month.

Sam is smitten. She can't find any reason to be jealous of you. There's no need to envy you because she's simply so lucky to have you, even if you're not actually hers yet. Things she sees in you, she doesn't need to have in herself. You bring those things to her life by being there. You fulfil her by being. That's all.

Mike

Doesn’t see anything wrong with his behaviors. Thinks he’s just the normal tough guy caring boyfriend when really he’s way too overprotective and controlling

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“I’m all for you going out and having fun but I don’t think these new friends of yours have your best interest in mind. I’m just looking out for you babe.”

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Matt

Such a sweetheart. He adores you and would do whatever you asked no matter what. Definitely the kind of guy to get jealous easily and put you on a pedestal. God forbid anyone look at you for too long or he’ll get huffy

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“That guy keeps looking at you do you know him or something? Im two seconds away from going over there and teaching him a lesson.”

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Chris

Another sweetheart but a bit awkward. He’s just obsessed a little is all. It’s not weird he knows every little detail about you and stalks all of your accounts keeping up with your every move is it?

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“So there’s this concert coming up for this band I’m into and I feel like it would be your kind of thing, oh what? It’s your favorite band? Who knew I mean it’s mine too, we should really go together.”

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Josh

Josh knows he’s a little bit odd. He has some idea that he’s out of bounds but he just can’t let you go. You’re the one thing he’s sure of and he’s determined to hold onto you even if it means manipulating your feelings some

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(Chapter 2)

Pairing: Yandere!Josh Washington x f!reader.

Tags: Obsession | yandere Josh | cunnilingus | overstimulation | breeding kink

Josh smiled against your lips, slowly pulling away from you, wrapping your legs around his waist, holding you tightly, rising up with you. You hung on Josh like a koala on a tree, covering his neck with soft kisses and playful bites as he carried you up to the second floor to the bedroom where you settled in after arriving. Josh locked the door behind you and carried you to the bed, unceremoniously plopping you down on it. You let out a disgruntled squeal.

"Hey! Be careful, you're not carrying a bag of rice" — You purred under your breath in irritation, to which Josh only chuckled.

"I don't feel sorry for you one bit." — He growled softly as he crawled onto the bed, covering you with his body, his hands on either side of your head, his hips pressed tightly against yours, you felt that he was already hard as a rock. You debated whether to take the initiative or let him lead the whole thing, but Josh had definitely already decided everything for the two of you.

The man's lips found your neck again, leaving wet kisses there. His hands slid along your curves before he abruptly began to pull your jeans down, quickly unbuckling your belt. When your jeans were already in the other corner of the room, completely forgotten by both of you, Josh's lips moved from your neck to your legs, kissing a path from your knee down your inner thigh.

His eyes were closed in complete bliss, he enjoyed every second of your skin against his lips. You could only quietly moan and try to move a little, but he held your hips tightly, holding you in this position. When Josh had kissed everything except the place you wanted him to kiss, he looked up at you and smirked evilly before running his flat tongue over your panty-covered pussy, making you gasp and buck your hips into his mouth. He continued to tease you through your panties for a few minutes until they were so wet they were almost see-through.

Pulling your panties to the side, keeping eye contact with you, he leaned down to kiss your clit passionately, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently, making you toss and turn in bed, wrinkling the sheets.

The taste of you was once an impossible dream for him, something he could only imagine at night in his bedroom between studying and watching movies.

He devoured you like a man who had spent a couple of weeks in the desert without water, his hands leaving bruises on your thighs so you wouldn't move, allowing him to feast on you.

As you were about to cum, you gently ran your hand through his hair, gently pulling his head away from you. Josh groaned reluctantly, pulling away, his chin coated in your juices, licking his bottom lip, tilting his head slightly.

"What's wrong." He asked with a low rumble in his chest. His hands caressed the bruises on your thighs, quietly elated inside, knowing that tomorrow your legs would be completely covered in his marks.

You swallowed hard, your legs shaking, on the brink of orgasm, as you tried to form even a few words. "J-Josh... I need you... please."

Josh's expression changed instantly. His gaze softened. He sat up slightly, unzipping his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers.

His cock was already damn hard, the tip was bright red and weeping precum, he took his cock in his hand, spreading his lube along the entire length, before positioning himself between your legs, moving you closer, placing your legs on his shoulders so that the angle of penetration was deeper.

He teased your slippery folds with his tip before pushing his hips, entering you with his entire length at once. Josh let out a guttural groan, completely unashamed that someone could hear you. You took him so well, you were so ready for him alone. So wet, tight and hot. For him alone.

The first couple of seconds, he entered you gently, but literally a moment later the pace of fucking became similar to the pace of an animal in heat.

He whined, squeezing your legs to keep them on his shoulders. The way you were practically crying with pleasure made him cum just from the sound.

You clutched the sheets tightly, trying to regain some semblance of self-control. As you were on the brink of orgasm again, you remembered something very important...

The condom.

Oh fuck.

"J-Josh!..." you moaned, wanting to warn him but your orgasm beat you to it. Josh came right after you.

He didn't even pull out when he came.

He knew what he was doing.

"here, here..." Josh leaned down, kissing your sweaty forehead, laying down on the crumpled bed next to you, caressing your stomach, looking at it thoughtfully. You heard him mumble something.

What would Zodyl be like as a yandere??

warning=grammatical errors(English is not my native language), kidnapping, obsession, stalking

🔷️Zodyl would be a yandere whose behavior towards you is difficult to predict; sometimes he will be cold and direct, and other times he will be more affectionate (in his own way).

🔹️As a beginner, he would be curious about you (especially if you fell with Rudo from the paradise/sphere and ended up together during his battle with Zodyl inside the trash beast) and use you to achieve his goals of invading the sphere/paradise, but... he ended up developing a kind of obsession with you (you awaken reckless emotions in him, like curiosity without it being from a scientific perspective).

🔷️He wants to better understand what he feels, hence the stalking and other pursuits he usually does to learn more and more about you (for him, you are an easy specimen, especially after Momoa revealed that you are not from the surface (spoiler for the isekai yandere gachiakuta AU)).

🔹️And he's the one who orders the other Yandere Raiders to constantly kidnap you (which ends up generating more and more conflicts between the Yandere Raiders and the Yandere Cleaners; Rudo, once after a kidnapping you suffered at the hands of the Raiders, slept in your room, which ended up turning into a pajama party among the other platonic Yandere Cleaners).

🔷️He already tried to offer you a cockroach to eat (you refused, of course).

🔹️He is relatively neutral regarding sharing you with the Raider Yanderes, but more "jealous" of the Cleaning Yanderes.

♤♡I understand why you make me feel this way... I need to keep a little closer eye on you...You will be of interest...boy/girl ♤♡

yandere type=yandere platonic/yandere romantic

(Yandere!Gachiakuta x Isekaied!Reader)

A/N: I finally have time to write fanfiction again, so here's another part in the Gachiakuta series :>

Masterlist

Taglist: @akira3na

CW: Typical yandere behavior, obsession, unhealthy relationships, manga spoilers

Zodyl Typhon was a blur in your memory. He was tall, with dark hair streaked with white and gray, a striking face, and dark eyes. They were the kind of eyes that swallow you whole and pull you into a dark abyss. An abyss that could plunge you into deeper darkness, or free you from it—you had to decide for yourself.

Zodyl saw the whole thing as an experiment. Just like Rudo, you were able to cross the border without dying, but unlike Rudo, you were much calmer and easier to talk to. That's why you were sitting there on the bed while Zodyl sat in a chair in front of you.

"You fell from the sky and crossed the border." "I did." "You not only survived the border but also the fall." "Unfortunately, yes." "Would you like to go home?" Silence returned to the room, and a vague memory surfaced. Even when things were bleak, when many setbacks had occurred, there was something that always kept you going: your mother. Your mother was always there for you, she was your best friend, and you two share so many memories, and now you're worlds apart.

Zodyl observed all your reactions, but seeing you break down at the memory of your home reminded him of something. "Do you miss your mother?" And the reaction he received confirmed his suspicion. The woman sitting before him reminded him of himself after losing his mother and sister. Broken, small, and a mass of despair, yet deep in his heart, he felt a faint, hidden spark of compassion. He made a mental note to himself, and before he could act further, he had to try to cheer you up and lift your spirits.

While Zodyl mustered his smallest ounce of compassion to comfort you, a certain person patrolled the streets. Their red hair was cut short, their eyes icy and calculating. They were on their way to the Cleaners' headquarters, not to take Rudo, but you, without knowing your true location. Kyouka Nijiku was once again on his way to the Cleaners, closely followed by Goka Nijiku, who had observed the past events and documented the Cleaners' pathological obsession. This had to end. The Hell Guards weren't there to harm you, but to free you and help you live a life far removed from anything you'd been shown, a life where you could feel free, even if it was a far cry from what you knew. But the conversation took an unexpected turn. "What do you think, she's been kidnapped?" Kyouka's voice was cold and piercing; the Cleaners' incompetence had never struck her as so odd. Corvus slowly set down his cup and looked at Kyouka with a serious expression, his easygoing and slightly playful manner gone. "She was kidnapped in Canvas Town; we suspect the Raiders are involved." You could see how annoyed she was and how she'd had enough. "Enough. From now on, the Hell Guards will take over and give her a way to live a life free from your constant oppression." With these words, she stood up. "And one more thing: if we find her, you won't have the right to approach her unless it's absolutely necessary." Corvus watched her and the others go, his reflection in his mug staring back at him. The eye in the back of his head closed, just as his own eyes did. He knew what Kyouka was saying was the right way, but on the other hand, he knew perfectly well that it was almost impossible to keep those who lived here away from you, and this was evident in their behavior, which is why he had to send a team on a mission almost every day to keep them quiet. The mistrust of Tamsy and the upcoming Doll Festival would also become a problem.

A weight pressed against you, a weight you hadn't recognized until now. When your eyes opened, it was Zodyl lying beside you, watching you. "You're awake," he replied. "Come, I'll show you something." With these words, he left. Let's go.

You walked for a long time through the mill hills, and Zodyl kept fiddling with an object in his hand that looked like a discarded piece of trash. Along the way, he explained his experiments to you, aiming to create his own collection of guardians so he could cross the border and overthrow the Sphere Kingdom. You couldn't make much sense of it until the ground trembled beneath you. Trash fell from the hills, and from the great piles of garbage rose a trash beast, a Trashbeast. Zodyl seemed to sense your fear; a moment later, you felt cool fingers on your shoulder, pulling you closer without hurting you. A gentle warmth spread through you, something you hadn't felt in a long time. His deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Look at this," he said. "This experiment will show us if it's possible to cross the border with one of these creatures." His gaze then turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. "But I'll keep you out of this experiment until I know if it works." "I will take further action."

Zodyl brought you back to the Cleaners' hideout. Momoa kept you company while Zodyl conducted the experiment with the newer Raiders. Momoa gently stroked your hair as you slept, unaware of what would burst through the door at any moment. Time seemed to drag between the door slamming open and your disappearance. Momoa opened her eyes, her vision blurry, seeing something red, hair being cut short, but before she could do anything, she lost consciousness, knowing she couldn't complete her mission.

Your eyes slowly opened. It was cold, and a mantle was wrapped around you. When you looked up, you saw a woman's face, the face of the woman who carried you in her arms, and yet her cold face reminded you of someone. Zanka.

fluff | 0.3k wc | fem!reader

haruka sakura who never thought that a girl would like to have anything to do with him.

haruka sakura whose mind goes completely blank every time you give him the lightest smile.

haruka sakura who was a blushing mess when you confessed to him. he couldn’t bring himself to confess his feelings to you, no matter how much he would think about it. much time passed and you gave up on the waiting game so you just took the confession in your own hands.

haruka sakura who took lots time to get used to holding your hand. he never indisputably experienced any sort of physical contact in his life, due to this he was in someway scared getting physically closer to you. 

haruka sakura who loves when you and him go to pothos to eat kotoha’s omurice.

haruka sakura who goes on late night walks with you.

haruka sakura who doesn’t tell his friends from furin high about your relationship. however, one afternoon when you were on a short walk together, a few of the furin boys were on patrol and spotted you and haruka. they were already familiar with you but they never would’ve thought that you’re THAT close to their friend. and so, they comprehensively freaked out in the middle of the streets of makochi…

haruka sakura who started to learn how to cook. reason being, that he wanted to make some omurice for you by himself. he even asked kotoha to teach him, whereupon she was truly surprised by his sudden request. eventually, after plenty failed omelettes and burned rice, he created a decent and eatable omurice. 

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It always starts with Clark demanding one for one reason or another. He's tired of your shyness, your cowering away. He finally corners you and gets a little smooch out of you one night as he's settling in for bed with you. It gets a little heavy-handed, more than you would have liked. You assumed Bruce would be out on patrol, so you let Clark take his fill in hopes that he would settle for good and be satisfied enough to let you rest. You gasp into Clark's mouth when Bruce slides into bed behind you, keeping you locked against Clark as he stroked over your bicep.

"Hope you saved one for me," He whispered, kissing the back of your shoulder.