#also when he blushes it comes up purple and everyone needs to know that

[islandiis]

Fannar in a D&D AU....... sweet tiefling boy

[nana-luvy]

. 𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, suggestive content (i got a lil carried away sry) and dirty jokes (beware.), somewhat foul language

(also luke cosplaying nightwing which i need for my life-)

In which he's starting to understand why Halloween is cool.

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If camp half-blood was a training place dedicated to children of Greek gods, where believing in them was no question anymore, a pagan festival was still welcome once a year, because who doesn’t love Halloween ? Getting away from yourself for a night, partying and stuffing your face with candies and weirdly colored drinks, all dressed up in costume ranging from dinosaur to ballerina… maybe even upsetting a little the parents with a festivity not in their name, whatever they have to say about it.

You loved that atmosphere, the fire burning in the middle of the camp area getting bigger as the night came closer, turning almost purple with everyone’s excitement, the smell of sugar surrounding the place as bowls of candies were put everywhere, the enveloping warmth of the late Fall; it all brought the biggest smile on your face. After all, it was one of your favorite events of the year.

You were sat on your makeshift vanity, since Hecate children didn’t have the same kind of layout as Aphrodite ones, enjoying for now the silence in your cabin as you had left all of your half-siblings leave before you’d started getting ready. Eventually, you’d slipped out of bed, putting on your Starfire costume —the 2004 version, knowing Chiron would certainly give you a dirty look if you went for any other—, and now settled in front of the mirror to do the matching makeup. You didn’t turn to the door when someone knocked from outside.

“Can I come in ?”

“Sure ~” you simply answered with a little laugh.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught the movement of the door, dark figure stepping in, and you finally turned to face them.

“Wow.”

There he stood, awkwardly fixing his gelled curls, Luke Castellan suited up in the matching Nightwing costume you’d chosen for him, and you couldn’t have been more proud of your idea.

“Damn, am I making you that speechless, pumpkin ?” he asked, gaining back his usual confidence instantly as he caught your gaze, raising a cocky eyebrow.

A slight blush probably coated your cheeks under the foundation. “And how would you like that…” you replied, a smile in your voice as you rolled your eyes, adverting your gaze from Luke’s form before your brain started stuttering and going back to your makeup.

A smile was etched on your face as your mind kept replaying the view you just had, his hair gelled and curls tamed, the way the black spandex fit so well, following every dip and ridges along his toned body, and you had to mentally restrict yourself from throwing glances his way or you’d never hear the end of it. But you couldn’t help but pat yourself on the back for the matching costumes idea.

“You still on for drawing the mask, right ?” Luke asked after a few instant, now sitting cross-legged on your bed, mindlessly cradling one of your stuffed animals.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry.” You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him already doing the same. “I just have to finish up my makeup and I’ll do yours…”

So he stayed there for a short while, watching you skillfully draw a sharp wing of black eyeliner over the colored eye makeup, his gaze eventually trailing down your face to stay on your lips, slightly agape from the concentration, pale from not being finished yet, and he just had this urge tugging at the back of his mind…

He’d been in your cabin for about 5 minutes, and you’re surprised it even took him this much time to start nagging you, getting up from the bed and reaching for every and each item next to you, studying it all.

“How much does all of this even cost you? There’s like… a lot.”

“I don’t really know, most of this I got as a gift… Maybe about 200 ? Something like that ?” you replied, trying to get the placement of you fake lashes right.

“What ?!”

You laughed loudly at his reaction, head falling back to look at him as he stood behind your chair. “I just… I got a cousin that really likes me ~” you said with a small smile, shaking a lash band to dry off the glue.

“Damnit, I went for the wrong cousin…” he mumbled, sly grin dancing on his lips as he looked down at you. And whatever he was saying, his eyes were too full of adoration for you to believe anything.

You playfully smacked his arm, sitting back up straight to finish the last touches. “Shut up, nerd…”

Just as you started to put on lipstick, arms sneaking around your waist made butterflies erupt in your stomach, effectively resulting in loss of focus and a stray streak of pink on your skin.

“Luke…” you trailed, aiming to sound intimidating and probably just letting out a chuckle halfway through as he squeezed harder, head resting on top of yours.

“When are you done ?” he practically whines, pouting at your reflection in the mirror as he casually brushes off your attempt at a threat. “They’re all waiting outside already, I’m sure. Can’t we just… wrap it up ?”

You slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder, face twisted in a mock scandalized expression. “Wow. If you really wanna make time cuts, I’m just gonna draw a straight line over your eyes and call it a day.”

The corner of his lips extended in a tight line, before he chose to hide his face in your hair, grumbling a small ‘Whatever, take your time, pumpkin’ against the top of your head, chest pressed to your back as he let you finish up.

You made your lips pop, evening your gloss, before getting Luke’s attention with a soft finger snap next to his ear. “Okay, birdie boy, your time to shine ~”

He didn’t necessarily like the excitement in your voice as you urged him to sit in the chair you sat in mere instants ago, but he obliged, knowing he couldn’t resist you anyway, and wanting to finally get this over with.

If he had to be honest, dressing up for Halloween wasn’t his strongest suit —pun not intended—, and since he was old enough to choose for himself, Luke had always went for whatever was simplest, whatever took barely a couple accessories over his everyday clothes. But since you’d arrived at camp, a few years back, you’d brought this spirit with you he couldn’t deny. And you’d made fun of him for ‘going as himself’ to a costumed event enough times for him to start to consider changing his beliefs. For you. So now that you two had finally started dating, after months and months of unresolved mutual pining, dressing up for Halloween didn’t sound so bad, if it put that smile that got his heart going on your face.

And he also happened to think he looked absolutely ripped in the black fitted suit.

“So… will whatever you’re gonna put on my face be easy to clean up ? Or will I have to come back and get it removed ? Like, tonight, when everyone’s too drunk to pay attention to where I went and-”

You quickly came back to his side as he rambled, his breath hitching through the smug facade when you tilted his head up to look at you, because even after this much time, you just had this effect on him… “Castellan,” you started, and boy did it make a shiver run through his spine, his last name spoken in that firm, bossy voice you sometimes took, “shut up before I forbid you from coming into this cabin tonight.”

Luke didn’t miss the way her lips quirked into a half-smile, and again, that sight just…

“Why do you wear that much makeup ? You don’t usually do.”

The way he stated it made you halt right before the kohl crayon touched his face to map out the mask, blinking in confusion at his question. You could see his eyes scrutinizing your face, his usual smile casually hanging on his lips, and you had no idea if you should be concerned by his comment or awfully upset by it after spending an hour and a half preparing.

“Yo, wow, I heard it, sorry,” he quickly said, taking back his awkward phrasing and mimicking a rewind motion with his fingers that made you chuckle. “I meant by that, it just… I can’t see when I fluster you, does that make sense ? Like, there’s this… skin-tone liquidy shit I don’t know the name of just blocking out your cheeks, can’t even tease you and reap the bright red laurels,” he explained, broad smile stretching on his face as this time he didn’t need to see any blush to guess your state.

“Shut-” You cleared your voice, embarrassed by his antics, knowing damn well it somewhat warmed your heart for a reason you wouldn’t know. “Shut up before I poke your eyes out…” you said, unconvinced as you puffed your cheeks, trying to escape the deep embarrassment

“Ah, the sweet mumbling of your inner demons, can never get enough of those, can I ?”

You chose to stay silent, not giving him material to broaden his smirk any further as you started to trace the outline of the mask in black pencil.

You quickly mapped it out, filling the shape with black face paint, fully focused on the task at hand as you made sure not to go over the edge or leave a single speck of skin visible around the eyes. Meanwhile, Luke didn’t utter a single word, simply looking at you with that face of adoration he carried everywhere you were, loving the focused look you sported, how your brows slightly furrowed and the tip of your tongue just slipped past your lips.

You sighed as you cracked your neck to release tension, the position you were in slightly uncomfortable, before standing right before him and tapping his knee with the tip of your fingers. “Spread your legs, pretty boy.”

“Wh- That’s my line ~” He smirked but immediately obliged, letting you get closer, hands obediently resting on his thighs. For a short while at least.

You had just begun the shadowing process, tilting your head to the side to ensure the design from another angle when his fingers tangled in your hair, a thumb gently grazing your cheekbone before pulling you on his lips the next moment. Your eyes instinctively fluttered close, giving in to follow his movements with your own mouth, hands clutching the back of the chair for stability as he kept you flush to him. But you snapped out when his tongue darted out to reach your lips.

You quickly pulled away, your brain registering your surroundings again and not just the feeling of his soft lips on yours. “I- what was that for ?” you asked with a little laugh, breathing already a little heavy from this little eyes trailing along his face. “I could've smudged your mask.”

Luke couldn’t help but smirk again, pride blooming in his chest, his hands gently combing through your hair. “I don’t know, do I need a rea-”

“Shit!” you whisper-yelled, taking in the sight of his mouth now covered in a mix of your lipstick and clear gloss. “I… my makeup is messed up, isn’t it ?”

His expression was all but guilty as he started tracing his fingers around the outline of your lips, way past where they should've been painted. “Just a little bit… here.”

“Luke!” you whined, pouting with your brows scrunched up as you swatted his arms in frustration, clearly upset by a situation that amused him deeply.

“But-” He cut himself off for a second, pushing towards you to press his lips on the side of your neck, and your legs felt like jello for a moment. “-you looked so pretty,” a kiss, “all focused and in your, by the way incredible, Starfire makeup,” another kiss, “and costume and it just makes me wanna have you close...” Luke tilted his head with an innocent smile, looking up at you with a glint of mischief dancing in his hazel orbs. The next moment, his hands left your nape to snake around your waist ad your thigh, effectively tugging you down to straddle his lap in the chair.

You closed your eyes, blowing air out of your noise like it would elongate your patience towards your boyfriend’s antics. Which it did not. But could you really be annoyed when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever lay a finger on, making your heartbeat increase and the butterflies in your stomach fly free ?

Still, you tried to hold your ground. “Luke-” You tried to warn him but it only turned into a whimper as he littered kisses up your neck to that spot behind your ear that made you sigh, your resolve weakening. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get this over with quickly ?” Your fingers curled in his hair, gently pulling him off your now really hot skin, feeling the blush creeping up and the blood pumping at your pulse points. “That we should go join the others at the campfire as soon as possible ?”

Looking down at him, one of the only thoughts in your mind was how little time you’d yet spent admiring how he looked in the costume, when really the look alone could make you insane.

His gaze crossed yours, puppy eyes paired with a pout that made your head spin, and he caught a glimpse of the pink lipstick marks he’d littered on your neck, pout morphing to a smirk quickly. “Oh, I said it. But then I thought ‘like hell’, and now we’re here in your cabin, and everyone’s out at the party…” he hinted, looking back up at you with a look far from innocent this time. His smile was warm and affectionate, but the passion burning in his eyes was unmistakable, and his thumb brushing over your thigh while his other hand crept up your side, teasing the hem of your purple and silver cropped top, was a mix that sent electricity shooting up your whole body.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to gain back your composure. “You like your Starfire, don’t you ?” The moment he nodded, pulling you closer, was the moment you snapped your fingers to make a little pink fireball appear in your hand, twirling it around your fingers. “Do you like her alien powers too ?”You continued, nicely threatening him, like saying ‘let me the fuck go or I’ll burn a clearing in your hair’. “Luke, there are people, actual people, waiting for us at the party, mkay ?”

“Damn, always so dramatic… It does make you me burn for you even more though,” he said, swiping his tongue over his lip while looking longingly in your eyes. “Pun intended,” he quickly added, and you couldn’t contain a laugh at the unseriousness of this boy. “Okay, c’mon, pass me a cotton pad so I can wipe it off while you finish my mask. Or maybe you like the pink lip marks ?” He raised his eyebrows playfully and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in amusement and faint disbelief. You turned around, going to stand back up, but he was quicker, hands shooting to tug you back down by the waist. “Nu-uh, where you going ? Stay close.” And you could’ve just melted right there and then as he laid a chaste kiss on your shoulder.

“You big lovesick baby..” you grumbled with a laugh, your annoyance fully dissipated as you twisted your body to reach for cotton pads and the makeup remover, sliding it over his mouth before handing it to him. “And no slick move, you get it all off, right ?”

“Wow, I can’t even show you off anymore, can I ?” he huffed out, still doing as you said, delicately rubbing the cotton over your skin while you added the finishing touches to his, by some miracle of the gods, still intact makeup. “May I even add, Kori and Dick are pretty activ-”

“Luke ?”

“Yeah ?” He looked up at you with big, expectant eyes, while your gaze was more one of bewilderment.

“If you say that in front of anyone else tonight, I’m cutting you precious hair in your sleep.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” But the deadpan of your voice had him almost doubting it.

“Try me,” you stated, challenge in your gaze, before it quickly went back to its usual soft state. “Anyway, you’re all set,” you said, blowing him a playful kiss as you stood back on your two feet, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further. You quickly turned back around, putting your combo back on while Luke stood up behind you, hugging your form from behind.

“Myeah, cool…”

“Oh come on, you were all happy about it 10 minutes ago! Just wait and see, I’m gonna make you love Halloween ~”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt it…” he trailed, breathing in the soft sent of your shampoo he found so relaxing.

“Ok, let’s go,” you finally said, closing back your lip gloss and popping your lips in the mirror as he hurried to the door, insisting on opening it for you. “Simp.”

“You love it, though.”

“I, insanely so, do, I’ll admit,” you replied with a soft chuckle, taking in the vision of him next to the door, waiting for you. “But what’s really insane is how much you do Nightwing justice in this suit, fits you so well…” you trailed, shamelessly looking Luke up and down.

“Yeah ? Even the bakery ?” he replied cheekily, sly smile dancing on his still slightly swollen lips.

You instantly laughed at his words, passing him by as you exited through the door. “You wish, birdie.”

Ok I had a little (lot) fun writing this, don't even come at me for posting it on Christmas<3

Also, it's my birthday, yayy (I'm 19, not yay.)

Anygaysss hope you liked it, bubye ~

Love, Nana -

[watchyourbuck]

Buck flicks the tiny brush one more time before setting it down on the sink. It looks… decent. It’s a bi flag, just— a tiny bit more purple than the one he copied from Pinterest. But it works.

“Hey, babe!” Buck calls, tilting his head against the bathroom lights so he can see the flag shine in the mirror. “I’m almost ready!”

This is his first pride as a member of the community instead of just an ally, and his excitement is through the roof. He called Hen and Karen ahead of time to make sure they’d be there, actually. He can’t wait.

“Take your time, Evan,” Tommy says from the bedroom, presumably scrolling on his phone. “We have an hour still.”

“I wanna get there early! The Instagram post said there’d be rainbow cupcakes for the first hundred people!”

Buck steps back to admire his whole ensamble. Tight faux leather pants and a white crop top that says ‘if lost, return to Tommy.’ He’s also got a few rainbow bracelets on and they’re each carrying their own flag — which reminds him he has to get them from the car.

He smiles and makes his way out of the bathroom, only to come to a halt when he sees Tommy getting into his ‘I’m Tommy’ shirt. “Oh.”

Tommy turns to look at him with a frown. He stands up and takes a few steps closer. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Am I doing too much?” Buck asks rashly, his eyes widening. “I’m doing too much, aren’t I?”

Before he can fully panic, Tommy puts his hands on Buck’s waist, pulling him a little closer with a stern look. “Okay, no. You’re not doing too much. Where’s that coming from?”

“You just— you look so,” he gestures vaguely to his boyfriend, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “So day to day.”

Tommy smiles amusedly. “Evan, the fact that I personally don’t enjoy painting a — beautiful, by the way —,” he adds and Buck preens, “pride flag on my cheek doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.” He closes the distance to give him a peck. “You look amazing.”

“I’ve just never—,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’ve never dressed like this before. Never wanted to before today.”

Tommy puts his thumb and index on Buck’s chin and tilts his head to the sides a few times, admiring his handy-work. “So?”

“So, I don’t wanna seem— I don’t know, too eager? Like, the community has gone through- through enough, right? They don’t need a-a man who found out basically yesterday that—.”

He doesn’t get to keep talking because Tommy kisses him again. More intently this time. Buck melts after a second, kissing him back. His heart starts slowing down.

Tommy pulls back, kissing along his jaw. He’s careful enough to not rub off any of the makeup. “You deserve to be there as much as everyone else.” His voice is soft and Buck can’t help but to lean into his touch. “You deserve to celebrate however you want.”

Buck pulls away, looking into his eyes. “What if— what if one day I don’t— I don’t wanna go? Or I rather just— just spend the day with you? Just us?”

Tommy smiles again. “Then we do just that. You don’t have to wear rainbow socks or underwear every year to be proud of who you are, Evan.”

“I’m definitely not wearing any rainbow underwear right now,” Buck says, blushing a little.

Tommy scoffs, closing his eyes for a second. “Neither am I.”

Buck’s fingers curl on Tommy’s belt loops, pulling him closer and trying to look down his pants. “Yeah? Are you wearing any underwear at all?”

“Careful,” Tommy warns, and a low groan’s already starting to form on Buck’s throat. “Or we’ll be late.”

“I thought you said we had an hour still,” Buck insists, looking up, a smirk tugging at his lips. He puts his other hand on Tommy’s hips, pinching at the skin above the hem.

“And I thought you said you wanted to get there early. Something about… rainbow cupcakes?”

Bucks chuckles, walking them both back until the back of Tommy’s knees hit the bed and they fall onto it. “Fuck the cupcakes,” Buck says, pulling up Tommy’s shirt to mouth over his abs. “We can get our own on our way there.”

Tommy laughs, curling his fingers on Buck’s hair and pulling him up for a filthy kiss.

(Happy pride everyone! <3)

[katebishopswife777]

Everything

Summary: Basically just tooth rotting fluff and I don’t think there are any warnings that I know of anyways hope you enjoy !

Your pov :

You were currently on the couch all comfy wearing blankets and resting on a ton of pillows reading your book that you had just started reading you were really into the book it was really interesting it was about two lovers who are so different but so right for each other all while wearing your glasses because you can’t see anything without them .

You were waiting for Kate to come home from fighting crime, you were getting really bored and you had no idea when she would be back so you decided on reading since you spent ages trying to find something to watch suddenly there was a light knock on the door jumping up to see who it was but also knowing deep down that it was your adorable girlfriend Kate opening the door revealing Kate in her purple costume looking gorgeous as ever.

“Hey beautiful I’m home” Kate says softly engulfing you in a hug so tight that she could suffocate you. “Hey darling what are you doing here home so early” you wondered since shes always back home late. “I missed you that’s why silly I practically got on my knees and begged Clint to take the day off just so I could spend some quality time with you” she was always caring like that making sure she makes and spends time with you. “Aw Kate you didn’t have to Let’s get you inside” you basically dragged her inside because she was so tired you motioned for her to sit down on the couch and she sits down right after you did , you take her shoes and jacket off as well as her archery accessories placing them on the dining table.Kate groans while stretching her legs from walking so far. You sit back down and try to make conversation with her , running your hands through her beautiful long raven locks you asked her how her day was. ”it was above average thank you for asking how was yours” “well I got up to some reading from the book that you bought for me the other day that was nice I also cleaned the house and took lucky for a walk” “Speaking of him where is he” Kate questioned not thinking of him before since her mind was on you she questioned where he was since he always come running to the door no matter how quiet or loud the knock on the door is. “He’s sleeping now I just put him down for a nap he was exhausted just like you are now he’ll probably wake up in a few hours”. “Please can you keep doing that it feels really nice” on about your hands in her hair. “Don’t worry darling” she needed to relax once in a while she was such an overachiever and wants to be perfect for everyone at the same time she needed a break and you were going to give her that. “You look so beautiful with your glasses” you look down trying your best not to blush which was impossible you were trying to hide yourself from blushing because you just know for a fact that she will tease you for it and won’t stop till the end. “Thank you baby” you say with a soft voice. Your love for another was so warm and pure just like her eyes and smile.

“You mean everything to me you know that right you always know how to make me feel better after a long day you know exactly what to say when I’m feeling down it’s like you can read my mind all the time especially when I really need you to you know when to give me lost of attention you know when to give me space you know when I need a hug or a good laugh your the one for me darling” her words made you want to sob she was so sweet when she wants to be . “I love you so much Katie I feel the exact same way about you” you really did love her more than anything she is all you need in life she was perfect. “I love you more pretty girl and I’ll never stop loving you no matter what it’s me and you forever darling always and forever remember that for me alright” okay now your eyes were welling up with tears but it’s okay because Kate is here to wipe them away for you. “Okay Katie always and forever” she loved that nickname and you knew it she wipes your tears and kisses them away lightly. All of a sudden lucky unexpectedly comes running to the living room realising Kate was home and jumps on her lap licking her face. Life was perfect Kate was perfect she was all you needed she was everything.

An: Yall let me know if you want a part two cause I have another idea hope you all liked it comment your thoughts please if you don’t mind okay byee love yall 💗💗

[kieranxvalentine]

Trouble. [Yandere! Player! OC x Reader]

༻♡༺✎ You knew he was trouble, but he wanted you. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Player! Oc x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 17+ (Kidnapping alluded to at the end, blackmailing) ༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ Authors note: Please request fics guys! Also I may be opening a kofi where more longer fics about these characters will be posted! (This has not been proofread!)

“Oh my god he’s finally back!!”

“Look at how cute he is~!”

Franklin rolled his eyes in irritation as he walked through the school, he was just coming back after a vacation with parents, and now that he was back. He was looking for a particular person. 

His Princess.

Franklin had dark green hair with unnatural purple contacts that he wore and simply refused to take out (especially after his princess had complimented him on them).

He had soft tan skin, his right eye was bandaged, covering a scar he’d gotten when he was younger. Freckled cheeks with dimples that showed when he smirked or smiled that always made the girls swoon.

He wore a white/blue collared shirt with dark blue pants and blac heels boots {That he truly didn’t need! He was 6’1, he just liked being taller}

He ignored most of his fangirls, pushing past them as he made his way to the (h/c) girl who made his world.

Those innocent (e/c) eyes looking up at him whenever he talked. The way your skin glows in the morning light when he would watch you walk to school. The way how you would try to avoid eye contact, making him have to move just so he could look at your pretty face fully.

Franklin Whetsone, or Frankie as everyone else called him was a player, He was a player. He was known around the academy as a heart breaker. Girls around the academy wanted so desperately to be with him, and he would humor them for a bit before moving on to the next.

He was known to date multiple girls at once, having them over to the apartment that he had. Girls would constantly fight over him. Saying that he belonged to them!

Oh how stupid they were..

Normally, Franklin wouldn’t allow himself to be tied to one girl for too long. He hopped around from girl to girl not allowing himself to become attached to the girl he is in pursuit of.

That was…

Until you decided to come along.

You were the girl he just couldn't get. You would reject him each time he would come up to you. You were that forbidden fruit that he wanted so badly to get a taste of. It would cause Franklin to stay up late at night, dreaming of the day that he would finally have you in his arms. Not one of those other annoying bitches.

Franklin was obsessed with you in a way. Girls usually would fall for his charms and he would simply talk them into his bed. But You? You would always reject his advances with the same phrases with that sweet voice of yours.

“S-sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship..”

Or “A-aren’t you seeing someone?..”

WHY COULDN’T YOU SEE HE WANTED YOU!? All those other girls he was with didn’t mean a damn thing to him, they were just to pass the time until you would finally give in.

But he was tired of waiting.

Franklin approached you with a smirk on his face, just like he would always do. Leaning down to face you, just inches away from those plump lips he loved so damn much.

“Babycakes~ Just who I was hoping to see~! I surely missed you,” He says noticing the blush on your face and how desperately you tried to avoid eyecontact. Oh no no, he loved eyecontact, he craved it…especially with you. He forced your chin so you could face him, and have no choice but to lock those pretty (e/c) jewels with his. 

“Let’s move to the rooftop. I have something i need to discuss with you. And ONLY you.”

You didn’t even fight him. You allowed him to guide you up to the roof. He smirks as he brings you upstairs. When he got you upstairs, he wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you tightly.

“My princess…my baby…you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”

“You-”

“Shh. Shut up right now. I want you to listen how my heart beats for you…”

He doesn’t care how uncomfortable it makes you. He holds you against him, little do you know he already had plans made.

He’s going to ask you to be his. And if you would refuse?

He would threaten your education, after all, his grandfather is the dean, and has gotten rid of a few problems for him previously. He chuckles internally at the thought.

You were stuck with him~! He wasn’t ever going to let you go. Franklin doesn’t care how many girls he’s flirted with in the past that try to throw themselves at him. He would ignore them all because he finally has his baby in his arms~!

“Hmm? Maybe you should just quit school all together! I’ll take care of you? You would like that right? You always complain about how school is so cruel to you baby…”

“Don’t worry…your frankie is gonna take care of you..”

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

[missterious-figure]

Wine and feathers reverse AU. Y/N is an EXTREMELY rare Gold rose peafowl. They are the pride and joy of the Casino and are treated better than royalty. However, that means they're spoiled rotten and kick out any handler at the slightest displeasure. Sun, Moon and Eclipse were brothers who all applied for the position of Y/N's handler and passed with flying colours. When Y/N was asked to choose they said "All three or no one ever again"

Thus proceeds shenanigans and Y/N trying to woo all three of them to be their mates.

(Note: this y/n is masculine and uses he/him pronouns)

You strutted into the bar, looking around. You smirked as everyone turned their heads to you. You couldn't blame them, though. How could anyone not want to see your beautiful rose gold feathers? Especially when they glistened oh so perfectly in the sunlight that beamed through the windows. You did love the attention, but you were aiming to trap the attention of someone else. Well, three people, actually.

You had just been given three new handlers, Sam, Maxwell, and Eric. You liked to just call them Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. Though the three were brothers, and all really muscular and hot, they all looked really different from each other. Sam had blue eyes and fluffy gold-blonde hair. Maxwell's eyes were a deep ember, almost red, and he sported long silver gray hair, normally tied back in a ponytail or braid. Eric had eyes so light brown they appeared yellow. His bronze brown hair wasn't as long as Maxwrll's. But it wasn't as short as Sam's either. Eric was also the tallest of the brothers.

You weren't sure about the three of them when they first came. Soon you were head over-heels. They were nice to you, sure, but more importantly, they were feisty. They flirted and teased you back. You loved the challenge of "out flirting" them. How you enjoyed to see them blush. It's the perfect reward.

Just as you were thinking of their rosy faces, you noticed Sam sitting alone at the bar ordering a drink. His back was facing you, so he hadn't noticed you. Perfect. You snuck up behind him like a shadow. Be it a super shiny rose shadow, but whatever. Sam had just received his drink. He said thanks to bartender. Before he could even take a sip you had gently cupped his face from behind. He was started at first, but then noticed your metallic purple gloves.

"Hello there, darling."

He put a hand on one of yours and glanced back at you. He had to look up to meet your eyes, given you were 8.7 feet tall. He was only 6.5. Such a short thing. Well, at least in your standards. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear. "Hello, my sweet Sun."Sam raised a brow and giggled.

"Is that the name you've given me? First you name Eric Eclipse, and then Maxwell Moon. What is with this celestial theme, my love?"

"Because you guys aren't only the lights of my life, but the center of my world."

Bingo, you thought to yourself. Sam had started blushing a brilliant pink, like the setting sun. He needed to think of something, fast. Then he smiled. He regained his competence and caught your face in his hands. Without wasting any time, he brought you nose to nose with him. He whispered back.

"Come on, darling, you know we revolve around you."

He pushed his face closer, like he was gonna kiss you. At the last second he pulled back, grabbed his drink, and swerved past you.

"See ya, my love."

He calmly walked out of the bar, humming, leaving a very flustered peacock harpy shocked. Your cheek feathers were all bristled. He almost kissed you. He almost... You touched you lips quietly, wishing he had gone through with his silly little plan. You longed for his lips on yours. Sam was going to pay for teasing you like that. You are going to steal a kiss from him... eventually. He may have won the battle, but this was a war. And you intended to win.

Here's a picture of what I imagine peacock y/n to look like!

Tehe. 8.7 ft bastard y/n. As a baby you were called amethyst eyes. Your favorite color is purple.

(Also, Eric is 7.1 ft. Maxwell is 6.5 ft, just like Sam)

[diorblusher]

What if..

(Abby Anderson x Reader)

Reader is a Victoria’s Secret Angel who just came back from her walk and Abby witnesses her getting harassed by a man?

ღ —— > wlw

ღ —— > mentions of harassment + fluff

ღ —— > english is not my first language

ღ —— > bow gif from: @dollywons

It felt like a fever dream to have the privilege to get loads of money just by walking around a stage, looking gorgeous. With your voluminous blowout, casual makeup, very short clothes and humongous wings you obviously got a ton of stares. The only stare that meant something to you was Abby’s tho. She looks so proud and seems to admire you more than anyone else in that huge crowd of fashion icons and journalists.

Of course you also focused on your pose once you reached the front of the stage; the most important part to show some personality and not look like a robot. As you pose, you look back at your assistant who’s not too happy with you, or well, with Abby. When you signed up to model, Abby came with you and was against you having to diet / starve yourself to reach a specific weight and even threatened to sue the entire agency. The excuse was tricky but somehow worked.

The cheers and applause made you want to jump off the stage out of pure joy. Seems like purple looks very good on you. As you go back to the backstage and to the dressing rooms, your co-models congratulate you for your awesome walk.

“Looks like the crowd already likes you on your first walk! Such a good impression you’re making”,

“Damn; you might just get me in trouble for looking this good!”,

“My ears almost began bleeding from all that cheering. You impressed everyone right away!”

You blush at all the kind words from the girls and laugh, thanking them.

“Good luck, guys.”

“Thanks!,”

They all leave you in the dressing room to prepare for their walks. Fuck, now you have a problem: how the hell do you take off these huge wings?

Nobody else is in the dressing room, so you step out and look around for anyone. A man walks over to you.

“Hey, a new face! Finally something good in this place.”

Oh.

“Thanks?”

“No need to be so nervous.I don’t bite. Well, maybe. You looking for some help to take off that outfit?”

“No.”

You try going back into the dressing room, but the man steps infront of the door and blocks your way.

“Come on, I promise I’m worth your time, gorgeous.”

“Go away. I already said no, I don’t want any problems, so please just go.”

He grabs your wrist.

“Listen here, you-“

He gets interrupted with a large smack from behind and gets knocked out. You gasp a little in shock and obviously, it’s Abby.

“Are you okay?!”

Abby immediately asks and checks on you.

“Yes, thank you so much. Oh my gosh, if you wouldn’t have come right away, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me-“

Abby hugs you tightly. You hug her back and she kisses your forehead as you start calming down.

“That was the least I could’ve done. Come on, let’s get you out of these wings.”

The night after was relaxing, she cuddled with you as you guys watched movies and ate snacks together. Abby even showed you some pictures that she took during your walk, which makes you even more flustered.

[starkerscoop]

Only You

Hope everyone's been doing well! I've been MIA for a while, but I'm not back empty-handed 👀 As a fan of misunderstandings, here's what happens when Peter goes to Steve for help with proposing to Tony...and TMZ remains as nosy as ever.

also on ao3

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“Thanks for coming. I know it was short notice,” Peter smiled up at Steve sheepishly.

Steve laughed, tossing his head back slightly. “Don’t worry about it, Peter. You know I don’t have much going on nowadays. And Bucky’s visiting Sam in Louisiana, so I wasn’t leaving him behind.”

“How are you two doing? Still in the honeymoon phase?” Peter leaned forward eagerly, his eyes bright.

Steve’s expression softened. He and Bucky had been together for four months now, finally putting decades of longing behind them. Everyone who knew them was thrilled—it was about time. The bashful looks and unspoken feelings had been endearing, sure, but frustratingly stagnant. The collective sigh of relief when Bucky finally showed up at Steve’s doorstep with flowers in hand could’ve blown out windows.

“I don’t think we’re ever leaving it,” Steve admitted, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “And I could get used to it.”

“I’m happy for you,” Peter said sincerely, giving Steve’s hand a light pat where it rested on the table between them. “I love Tony more than anything, but man, I can only tolerate so many smelly socks around the house.”

“Funny,” Steve said dryly. “Tony says the same thing about you. You sure those aren’t your socks you’re smelling? You are, according to Tony, a ‘gym rat.’ I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Peter’s jaw dropped. “Okay, fine. Maybe some of those socks are mine. But Tony leaves coffee rings everywhere, and I don’t, so there. I win.”

Neither of them was entirely sure what Peter had “won,” but they let the topic drop and moved on to safer territory. Steve pulled out his phone to show Peter pictures of the apartment he and Bucky were looking at. Peter ooh’ed and aah’ed at all the right moments, particularly taken with the rooftop garden, which featured vibrant purple asters in full bloom.

“I’m thinking about taking up gardening,” Steve mused, his thumb swiping across the screen. “Something to pass the time. It’s hard to settle down after all that chaos. I almost miss it, but I wouldn’t wish it back for anything.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “I’m still in the middle of it, so I can’t completely relate, but I get the struggle. It’s hard to stop. You feel guilty, like you should be doing more… but you’ve earned your rest, Steve. Enjoy it. Enjoy Bucky.”

“Being with Bucky is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Steve said with quiet wonder, as if the realization had just hit him. Then he shook his head. “Enough about me. How are you and Tony? Still doing okay?”

Peter beamed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, velvet ring box. He set it on the table with gentle hands, looking up at Steve with a mixture of excitement and nerves. “Better than okay. I’m ready to take the next step.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit. You’re going to propose?”

Peter nodded quickly. “I just need to make sure it fits before I do it. Speaking of which, can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course,” Steve said without hesitation.

Peter exhaled in relief, his gratitude palpable. “Thanks. So, Tony’s a really light sleeper, and I’m terrified of putting the ring on him while he’s asleep to check the fit. I know you and Tony have the same ring size, so I was hoping you could try it on and tell me how it feels?”

Steve hesitated, his gaze flicking to the ring box. “I don’t know… it feels wrong to put on someone else’s engagement ring.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I get it. I want Tony to be the only one to wear it too, but I also want the proposal to go perfectly. He deserves that. I don’t want to risk it being too tight or anything.”

Steve sighed, the weight of Peter’s sincerity wearing down his reluctance. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

Peter’s face lit up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Save the thank-yous for when Tony agrees to put up with you forever,” Steve joked, reaching for the box.

Inside was a stunning gold band, studded with red rubies. Steve had to fight the urge to admire it more closely—it wasn’t his ring to admire. He slipped it on quickly, wanting to get it over with. The weight of Peter’s expectant stare didn’t help the awkwardness.

"It fits perfectly," Steve assured him after a moment. "Not too tight, not too loose. You picked the right size."

Peter’s relief was palpable as he retrieved the ring, carefully nestling it back into its box. But the relief didn’t entirely erase the discomfort.

"It feels like betrayal," Peter muttered, his mouth twisting unhappily.

Steve shook his head. "I know what you mean. Do you think Tony would care?"

Peter paused. "It’s hard to tell. I’ve never been with him in an engaged context. How likely do you think it is for Tony to be a groomzilla?"

Steve barked out a startled laugh. "I wouldn’t put it past him. I’m sure he’ll be a nightmare during the wedding planning."

"I’m looking forward to it," Peter said with a grin, his gaze distant as if imagining the future.

Steve smiled warmly. "I’m happy for you."

"Tony hasn’t said yes yet," Peter reminded him, though his own expression betrayed his optimism.

"He will," Steve said confidently, standing and patting Peter’s shoulder. "Let me know how it goes, okay?"

"I will," Peter promised. "Thanks, Steve."

They parted with a warm hug, neither of them noticing the photographer in the corner of the café, snapping away.

-

Tony Stark was used to headlines that made his blood boil. He’d lived through countless scandals, accusations, and gossip columns. But this?

“Spider-Man Pops the Question to Captain America? Exclusive: Rogers Spotted Wearing a Ring!”

Tony stared at the image accompanying the headline—a slightly blurry photo of Steve Rogers at a café, chatting with Peter, the sunlight catching on a gold-and-ruby ring on Steve’s finger.

Tony knew that ring.

He’d seen it weeks ago when he was rummaging through Peter’s sock drawer in search of a Black Sabbath shirt Peter had a tendency of hiding. At the time, Tony had grinned to himself, deciding to leave it where it was. He didn’t want to ruin whatever surprise Peter was cooking up.

But this? Seeing it on Steve Rogers’ hand? That wasn’t the surprise Tony had been expecting.

“FRIDAY,” he barked, his voice like steel.

“Yes, boss?”

“Where’s Peter?”

“Mr. Parker is in the Avengers Tower gym.”

Tony’s jaw tightened as he strode toward the elevator. The air in the gym felt electric when he pushed the door open.

Peter was mid-set on the bench press, his face flushed with exertion. “Tony?” he said, blinking in surprise as he set the barbell back on its rack. “What’s up?”

Tony crossed his arms, his expression icy. “Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. Like, say... why Steve Rogers is wearing a ring you’ve been hiding.”

Peter froze, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

Tony held up his phone, the damning headline glaring back at them both.

Peter snatched the phone and scanned the screen, his eyes widening. “Wait, what? No, no, no! Tony, it’s not—”

“Don’t say it’s not what it looks like,” Tony cut him off, his voice sharp. “Because what it looks like is you shopping engagement rings with Rogers. You think I wouldn’t notice? I saw that ring weeks ago, Pete.”

Peter’s mouth fell open. “You knew?!”

“Yeah, I knew,” Tony snapped. “But I thought it was for me. Clearly, I underestimated Steve’s appeal.”

Peter’s face turned bright red. “Tony, you don’t seriously think—no! This is insane! Steve was just helping me!”

Tony arched a skeptical brow. “Helping you with what? Playing pretend?”

“No! I needed someone to check the fit,” Peter said desperately. “You and Steve have the same ring size, and I couldn’t exactly try it on you without ruining the surprise!”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And you thought dragging Steve into this was a great idea? You didn’t think this would happen? Headlines, photos, people assuming the worst?”

Peter threw his hands up in frustration. “I wasn’t thinking about them! I was thinking about you! I just wanted everything to be perfect, Tony. That’s all this was—me trying to make it special for you!”

Tony’s anger wavered, replaced by a flicker of guilt as he took in Peter’s flushed cheeks, the hurt in his wide, tear-filled eyes.

Peter’s voice softened, his tone pleading. “I love you, Tony. More than anything. This whole thing—every second of it—was about you. The ring, the proposal, all of it.” He hesitated. “I didn’t mean for this to blow up. I never wanted you to doubt me.”

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Pete.”

Peter stepped closer, hesitant. “You believe me, right?”

Tony looked at him for a long moment before exhaling heavily. “I believe you. You’re too much of a Boy Scout to pull something like that.”

Peter blinked, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Really?”

Tony smirked, albeit weakly. “Yeah, but you’re still a moron. Next time, don’t get Captain Star-Spangled caught in your crossfire.”

Peter laughed nervously, wiping at his eyes. “Noted.”

Tony reached out, his fingers brushing against Peter’s cheek. “You’re a disaster, Parker. But you’re my disaster.”

Peter beamed. “So... we’re okay?”

Tony tilted his head. “You still owe me a proposal, kid. One that doesn’t involve me finding out through TMZ.”

Peter’s face lit up, and before Tony could say another word, Peter dropped to one knee, pulling the velvet box out of his gym bag.

“Tony Stark, will you—”

“Oh, get up,” Tony interrupted, rolling his eyes but smiling. “Yes. The answer is yes.”

Peter jumped to his feet, sliding the ring onto Tony’s finger with trembling hands. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Tony said, his smirk returning. “Now, let’s get out of here before Steve walks in and I have to explain why I’m not decking him.”

Peter laughed, his heart finally light again as Tony kissed him.

Whatever chaos the world threw at them next, they’d face it together.

[cyberrose2001]

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

"ROSE I'M FREAKING OUT AAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! I am currently watching Prime so reading your Optimus fluff made my heart skip a beat! May I ask for more Optimus x reader (in a female perspective) fluff, and in a common situation like preparing for something humanly important (a ball perhaps)?? I don't got too many ideas but I would love to read anything coming from you! Please stay well 🌹❤️" - requested by @weaksall

Thank you so much!! This was such a cute idea! I found this amazing dress that I think is just gorgeous for this fic -> https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/706713366535507663/

I also didn't specify any hairstyles too because not everyone has long hair that they can style <3 I hope this is satisfactory!! 💕

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Word count: 1618

Today is a rather important day for you. Your work is hosting a gala ball to raise money for charity, and you are required to attend. You had never been to a ball and the thought of picking out grand outfits to wear and accessories has always excited you. Miko, of course, wanted to help you go shopping at the small selection of boutiques that Jasper has to offer. She may be into the alternative type of fashion, but the young girl has a passion for all types.

“Oh! What about this one, (Y/n)?” Miko drags you by the arm towards yet another boutique. You almost stumble as the stacks of boxes you’re holding pretty much blind your vision.

“Miko!” You laugh, “I think I have enough dresses to last me the rest of my life.”

“Oh, come on! You never know when you need…” She pauses to count the boxes in your hand, “Four, five…. eight outfits!”

You roll your eyes as you let her drag you into the boutique. Looking around, you don’t see anything that catches your eye. However, Miko is practically running around the joint pointing at different dresses and sending your mind for a spin.

“Miko, let’s just go.” It was your turn to drag her through the shop, as much as you love her, if you spent another hour dress shopping with her you were sure you would lose whatever brain cells you had left.

Before you could drag a sad Miko out the door, you spotted a gorgeous navy-blue ball gown that sparkled like the night sky. It had a heart shaped neckline with lace trimmings around the edges that tapered off to create a small off the shoulder sleeves. And by the all spark, you had to have it.

Miko followed your eyes towards the gown, and she grinned, “Do you want to try it out?”

-

It had been a week since Miko accompanied you to the boutiques and today was the gala ball. You had set up a small makeup station in the human area of the base, Miko of course going through it all trying to find the best shades of eyeshadows and lipsticks to use and making a mess.

“Alright, (Y/n),” Miko held out two sticks of lipsticks, “Purple or blue? Oh! What about GLITTER? OR- “

You wished you could rub your eyes in frustration, but you didn’t want to ruin your foundation, “Miko, sweetheart, how about a nice neutral shade? It’s a gala not a drag show.”

Miko dramatically tosses the lipsticks back into the makeup bag, “Yeah but you would look so cool!”

As you were applying your contour, blush and the colours of the eyeshadows that Miko picked out for you (they were colours you liked thank goodness), Optimus Prime had walked over towards the human area, curious about the commotion.

“(Y/n),” He looks around at all the different things that are scattered around on the floor, “May I ask what this is all for?”

You froze. You had not expected the boss bot himself to ask about makeup, Arcee maybe, but not Optimus. It doesn’t help the fact that you have been in love with Optimus since you first met him, but the way his eyes fill with curiosity as he asks the question warms your heart a little bit. You exhaled and placed the makeup brush you held in your hand down.

“Today is a really important event for my job, they’re hosting a huge charity gala to raise money to help sick kids.” You explained as best as you could to the bot, but you could read his face and tell that he was still a little bit confused.

“A… gala?” He raises an optic ridge.

“Yeah, it’s like a really fancy party.” You smiled, “You get to wear nice clothes, socialise with other people and- “

“And there’s LOTS of fancy food!” Miko butted in, “I’m talkin’ seafood, barbeques and sooooo many desserts…”

Optimus glances towards the young girl, then back to you.

“So, this gala,” He begins, “It is a culturally significant gathering for humans?”

You nod your head, picking up the makeup brush again, “Yeah, it’s a way for humans to come together for a cause, or just to have fun and make friends!”

Optimus hums and that makes you seem to think that he is satisfied with your answer. He watches as you delicately swivel the brush over your eyelids, admiring the movement of your hands. Your focus may be on the mirror, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“You mentioned nice clothes,” Optimus says, “Are you planning to wear something… ‘fancy’?”

“You don’t get to see that yet!” Miko perks up, she then grabs two lipsticks and holds them out to Optimus. “But you can help (Y/n) pick a lipstick colour, she doesn’t like MY choices."

You can feel your face heat up as you watch Optimus’s optics flicker between the two lipsticks with a raised optical ridge. You really do hope that Miko knows what she is doing.

-

It was noon, you and Miko had just finished the last touches and adjustments to your gown. You had brought a large mirror to the base so you can fully see yourself in the reflection, safe to say that you looked like a literal princess. Miko jumps up and down as she admires her work.

“(Y/n)!! You look so beautiful!” Miko squeals as she pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you, Miko.” You laugh at her energy, hugging her back. One would think that you were getting married by the way she reacts to you.

“I can’t wait to see what Optimus thinks of you.” She grins. You pull her out of the hug and give her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Your heart is racing fast, “Why would Optimus care about how I look?”

Miko gives you a dead-panned stare, dropping her arms to the side, “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he looks at you, (Y/n)?”

Of course you have, but you’ve always thought that those were a different kind of stare, not because he… likes you.

“No," You lied, staring at yourself in the mirror again, “Even if he did, I doubt that he would have time for me, he is the leader of the Autobots… he has enough on his plate as it is.”

Miko rolls her eyes and leans against you, “Don’t sell yourself short, he is gonna faint when he sees you.”

She then takes your hand, dragging you out of the room, “Come on, it’s nearly time to leave anyway.”

You let her drag you out, what Miko said is now engraved into your brain and is now on a constant replay. Have you seen the way he looks at you?

Whilst you were distracted by the thoughts in your head, Miko had stopped you just before the door to the main area of the base, “Wait here, I’m gonna go and make sure that everyone is ready.”

“Ready for what?” You tried to question her, but she shushed you as she ran off. You’re awkwardly standing there now, occasionally fluffing your gown. You haven’t the slightest clue on what she is up to.

A few moments later, Miko calls out, “Ok (Y/n), come out now!”

You take a deep breath as you walk out, holding you gown to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your heart is practically jumping out of your chest.

You walk out to a crowd consisting off all of team prime, some are stunned to silence, and some are cooing and gushing about how beautiful you look. You decided to give yourself a boost of confidence and give them a twirl, the base of the gown flaring out as you do so.

“Wow, you clean up real good, kid.” Wheeljack nods with folded arms. Bumblebee and Bulkhead (with Miko perched on his shoulder) are practically swooning, Arcee is admiring your hair and makeup, Smokescreen is telling you how amazing you look, and Ratchet is scoffing about how silly this all is, but secretly he thinks that you look nice. Jack and Raf are also enamoured.

Optimus, however, is simply stunned to silence. His dermas slightly agape and a blue hue ever so slightly creeps onto his face. He loves the way the gown flows and the small intricate details on your torso, and he thinks the colour of the dress suits you perfectly. The lipstick he picked out for you was a classic red lip with a slight tinge of purple. And he now understands why humans were obsessed with the stuff; he could not stop staring.

You shyly thanked everyone for the compliments and noticed that Optimus had stepped closer to you and leaned down. You stiffen up a little bit as he held out a servo towards you, he touches the dress very gently.

“You look absolutely exquisite, (Y/n).” Optimus says, optics now staring into your eyes. Your cheeks flush at his words. You then gently took the digit that was toying with your gown and gave it a hug.

“Thank you, Optimus.” You smiled, you were sure that he could feel your heartbeat against his servo, “Do you think the lip colour ties it all together?”

His face flushed as you winked at him and then he smiled, knowing that he was the one that picked it out, “Indeed.”

Off to the side out of view while you and Optimus are sharing a sweet moment, Miko is holding out her hand so that a defeated Bulkhead can hand her an imaginary dollar bill, “Told ya he had the hots for her.”

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Stomp Out The Dark

A lil one shot with Jack encountering Nightlust on le boat.

mostly cus none of my ao3 fics are ready im so sorry😓

A grunt escaped through Jack's gritted teeth as his back hit the floor hard. The markings on the floor of the boat flashed blue and purple as heavy black boots thundered across the floor. The performer tried to get up but was stopped when one of heavy boots stomped on his chest, which if it weren't for the fact his boyfriend was possessed Jack might have been feeling a different emotion then fear.

“Cute you thought that would work Rose,” Wanderlust smirked as Jack struggled under him.

The performer could only grunt as he tried to lift his boyfriend’s boot off him. Jack had managed to get through the other three’ corruption from his mother (though Sara was just as tricky as Wander was being) and just needed his lover to return. But it seemed talking and brute force was helpless in this battle.

“I’m gonna have to ask Night Swan to have you at my side, especially when we hit Flow World,” Wander cackled as he snatched Jack’s cane from where it was laying and booped the red haired coach with it. (If his boyfriend wasn’t a admittedly hot corrupted soldier for his mother Jack might have blushed and laughed)

“Wander please..” The prince could only laugh at his partner’s pleas, making Jack panic more as he tried to come up with a new plan.

“Aww don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt as much as becoming a nor-“

“I forgive you.”

Wanderlust froze and looked down at Jack, looking very confused and even dropping Jack’s mic.

“What?”

Jack took a deep breath and looked Wander square in the eye. “I forgive you, because I know you don’t want to do this. But you also don’t want to disappoint her, I know that feeling. Trust me.”

Wanderlust stared at him for a moment, a look of recognition of those words came across his face. The deity started to breath heavily and holding his head in pain. Grunting and taking his foot off Jack to try and distance himself from the performer.

“Stop talking!”

Jack grabbed his microphone and used to help himself up and stand, still shaken from hitting the floor. “Y-You said those words to me right before you got minionized the first time. Even when everyone saw me as just her son, well Sara had no idea who I was but whatever, point is. You were able to see past all that and see my good side,” Despite Wander backing away like a scared stray Jack just walked up and took his face in his hands.

“And I can do the same for you. Please,” he rubbed Wanderlust’s cheek. A move that always helped the deity calm down, “Come back to me?”

Wanderlust looked at him, the glare from his right eye softening to let it's purple glitter like an amethyst like before Night Swan got her claws on him. Even his full yellow left eye seemed to soften as tears started to fall from both his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Wanderlust sobbed as Jack gently bonked their foreheads together.

“It’s okay Wandie, just glad to have you back,” Jack whispered, feeling his own tears of relief start to form, “Though I must admit you look pretty good in that outfit.”

“Wanderlust looked down and chuckled, “Yeah, though I feel like I should change,” He crosses then spread out his arms, resulting in a bright light that blinded Jack for a second.

When he could see again Wanderlusts had changed the outfit a lot. Once again sporting his signature crown and braid. (though the diamond shape and the yellow eye remained) However he now wore a purple and pink skin tight turtleneck shirt with gold triangles going down the sleeves. The bell bottoms had been replaced with leggings with more gold detailing snaking down to his matching boots. To finish off he wore his father's cape with his triangle emblem hanging off a chain.

The deity held out his arms, “Better?”

Jack's face flickered to one of worry as he looked at the left half of his lover's face, but he shook it off as he silently counted his blessings.

"Much Starboy,"

He then kissed Wander deeply, who was taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated it. Leaving the lovebirds to stand in the empty hallway, the blue lights bouncing off their faces as they remained lip-locked together for quite some time. Just taking in the relief of finally being together after a long struggle.

[pastel-paramour]

Beast in the Moonlight

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags/Content Warnings: Atsushi x F!Reader, Were-Tiger!Atsushi, BLOOD, EXTENSIVE INJURY, Biting, Scratching, Inhuman Genitalia (Atsushi), Rut (and by extension, implied breeding, though not specifically mentioned), Dubious Consent (if you squint), Fangs, Claws, Pinning, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected Sex (no pregnancy), but also fluff!

Seriously guys, he is a were-tiger, doing tiger things with tiger parts. Read at your own discretion. Just know that they love each other very much, and everyone makes it to the end!

Dried blood stuck in the crevices in your skin.

Has anyone seen Atsushi?

Deep red and purple bruises mottled your shoulders, chest and collar bones.

No, I haven’t seen him for about a week? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him or his lady…

Shining spit slicked off sharp fangs in time with ragged panting above you.

Dazai, go out and find him, he’ll need to be here for this.

Your back bowed away from the floor, mouth agape in a silent wail as another, agonizing orgasm ripped through you.

Do I have to?..

You’d lost count of the days and nights. Atsushi’s punishing thrusts into you now the only thing keeping time.

You vouched for him, he’s your responsibility to manage.

Fine…

Someone had to come looking for you soon…

***

Sunlight came streaming in through your shop windows, blanketing it in glittering gold. You straightened up the blooms in a crystal vase to put into the refrigerator at the front of the shop when you heard the bell on the door ding.

“Oh sorry!” You said, “We’re not quite open yet!” you flicked your sleeve off your wrist and checked the time. It was five minutes past 8. “Well nevermind!” You chuckled, a light, rosy blush dusting your cheeks, “I guess we are!”

You finally turned to look at the guests who’d entered your little shop, and found Dazai, tall and lean, the morning light casting a glow behind him.

“My darling belladonna!” He cheered, sweeping up your hand into a chaste kiss. Your face flushed again. You knew this man was bad news romantically, but he did always know how to make you feel special, “How are you this morning?”

“Oh, I’m-” you trailed off when you noticed that Dazai wasn’t alone. Next to him was a young man you’d never met before, not older than 20, if even that. His clothes were a bit of a patchwork version of a working uniform, and his belt was much, much too long. His hair was a peculiar shade of gray, almost white, and his eyes… Where Dazai was rimmed in the yellow light of the morning, this one’s eyes held it captive.

“W-who’s your friend, ‘Samu?”

Dazai briefly looked perplexed, like he’d forgotten anyone was with him at all until he looked over; “Oh!” He clapped as he righted himself, “How rude of me! This fine young man is the newest member to join the ADA. Say hello, Atsushi!” Dazai clapped him rather harshly on the back, to which he seemed to startle and bend sharply at the waist.

“Good morning, ma’am! My name is Atsushi Nakijima! It’s nice to meet you!”

You were briefly stunned, then your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to contain a giggle. “It’s nice to meet you, Atsushi..” You said before giving your name in turn.

It had been a while since you had a visit from the ADA. Normally it was Naomi and the other girls that stopped by, picking up fresh blooms for the office, very occasionally Kunikida would make a visit personally, picking up a polite arrangement, probably as an apology gift on Dazai’s behalf. Dazai rarely used to stop in until he met you, then it seemed like he went out of his way to visit once or twice when time allowed, always flirting and chatting you up. You didn’t mind. He was always pleasant, if a little forward, but his demeanor always seemed to have a bit of a sad cast, like paper curling at the edges, or a petal just on the right side of wilting.

Atsushi had a similar sad look, only, instead of a flower nearing the end of its life, he was more like a sprout that hadn’t had enough water or sunshine, bowing under its own weight, but given the proper attention…

You misplaced your hand reaching for something across the counter and managed to tip over another vase, spilling water and flowers everywhere. You cringed, curling into yourself, waiting for the crash, but when you un-scrunched your eyes you saw Atsushi knelt on the floor, the distinctly unbroken curves of the vase in his hands, and petals clinging to the silver strands of his hair.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” You clambored to the floor to start picking up the scattered stems when Atsushi held one out to you, a long stem tipped with the playful pink ruffles of a carnation, all his nervous energy dissipated holding that flower out to you, washed away by the rising sun. You completely missed the small smirk curling the edges of Dazai’s lips, as well as the chime of the bell as he slipped out of your store.

***

You went out with Atsushi several times since that day, to markets and coffee shops, your sundresses fluttering in the breeze, wrapping around your legs or lifting in just such a way that Atsushi tried very politely not to notice. You’d hold hands all the way back to his office, even being invited in to say hello to the other members of the ADA before excusing yourself back to your store.

The first time you made love to Atsushi, it was in your apartment. There was no glistering golden light like that first day, but the more characteristic gray skies of Yokohama weren’t quite so oppressive that day. The room was cast in the bluish hues of early morning, and you sat on the floor by your window, sipping your coffee and watching the city wake up.

Atsushi crawled across the floor, between your legs, his eyes still that same shade of molten honey as he leaned in and kissed you. This kiss wasn’t like the sweet pecks he’d leave on your lips at the end of a date, there was something lingering, searching in it, in the way his tongue dipped out to trace the pout of your bottom lip, the indulgent sound of your lips parting and your mingling breath.

Then he did it again, and again, and longer this time as he wound his hand around your waist to pull you close to him. You nimbly untucked his buttons from their buttonholes before skating your nails down his bare chest until you met the waistband of his pants and undid his fly the same way. You slipped your thumbs through his belt loops, pushing him back until he sat against the floor and you tugged the bottoms down.

You traced the outline of his cock through the thin cotton of his boxers, heart leaping into a gallop at the way his breath hitched in his throat, syrupy need dripping into the well between your thighs. You crawled over his body until you were straddled over his hips. He let his own hands wander up your oversized sweatshirt, tucking it up over your breasts so he could palm them, flicking his thumbs over the furled peaks of your nipples, his lip tucked between his teeth as you mewled into his touch.

You reached behind you, untucked him from his boxers, and easily sank yourself down onto his lap with a gasp. One hand flew to your hip with a groan, his legs already shaking with effort to restrain himself. You leaned forward, pushed your chest against him.

“It’s okay, Atsushi…” You whispered against his parted lips before you kissed him again, wanton and needy while you ground your hips down on him. You broke your kiss with a gasp when he started to rock into you, filling and hitting all the best parts of you. You threw your head back, relishing in the feeling of him. His arms wound their way around your waist again, pulling you closer, closer to him so he could breathe in the scent of your skin, taste the salt on it as he licked a stripe up the valley of your cleavage. Your nails raked through his hair, seeking their tangled purchase as you rode him, the cant of his hips rubbing taut circles over your clit.

Your name tumbled from his lips, “I’m gonna-”

“I know…” You breathed, “It’s okay, baby, I’m safe, we’re safe.”

With that, you felt him twitch inside you as he shot thick and hot inside you. The sensation of him fucking you through his release made you wind tighter around him, until the chord in you snapped, and you came down shuddering on his cock until you were both holding each other, still panting with him softening inside you.

***

The seasons came and went, and the gray sleet of the winter was slowly threatening to melt into spring. Your busy season kind of snuck up on you with all the time you were spending with Atsushi, although you noticed he hadn’t quite been himself as of late. When you had finally wrapped up your Valentine’s day in the shop, you untucked a hidden bouquet of your best and brightest blooms and made the short walk down to the ADA offices.

When you walked through the door, however, everyone seemed surprised to see you there.

“Where’s Atsushi?” you asked.

“He isn’t in today, we honestly thought he’d have plans with you?” Tanazaki said.

“I thought we did…” You looked down at the flowers in your arms and chewed the inside of your cheek, the first ache of tears already stinging your eyes, “Well, thanks anyway…” You turned and hurried back out the door, despite several of the detectives rising from their seats after you.

Night had fallen by the time you reached the dorms, stepping over the lazily rippling puddles reflecting the yellow glow of the street lamps.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door snicked open, though only part way. Even so, Atsushi couldn’t hide those liquid gold eyes from you.

“Hey you…” You greeted sadly.

“Hey…” Atsushi replied, still holding the door barely open.

“I got you something…” You held the bouquet in view of the door, trying to hide your dismay that the flowers were already starting to droop; “Can I… come in?”

Atsushi chewed his lip, torn between his own politeness and… something else. Ultimately, as it normally did, the former won out, and the door creaked open the rest of the way. You stepped in, halting just inside the door and shuffling awkwardly.

“Thank you.” Atsushi murmured, taking the flowers you brought to the kitchen and placing them into a jar of water. The flickering fluorescent somehow made the rest of the apartment seem darker, save for the light of the full moon filtering through the window. You stepped out of your shoes with an outstretched hand,

“Atsushi, are you-”

Your words died in your mouth when he flinched away from you.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” “No, it’s just… Now’s not a good time.”

Something sharp gnawed at the inside of your chest. Not a good time? You’d had these plans for weeks.

“Atsushi, can you please just tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, okay?” He snapped. If you looked closely, you could see the light sheen of sweat across his forehead.

“Are you sick? If that’s it, you can tell me!” You reached out a hand again to feel his forehead, only for him to grab your wrist.

“Yes. That’s it. If that is it, will you leave?”

“If that’s it then I want to take care of you! Why’re you being this way?”

“I don’t need you to take care of me. I need you to get out of here!” Atsushi yanked your arm, his grip tightening painfully around your wrist.

“Atsushi!” You ground out, “You’re hurting me!”

In an instant, faster than you could think, your hand snapped out and a sharp smack rang through the darkness.

You could hear a feather fall in the silence that stretched out between you two, your thudding heartbeat the only thing sounding in your ears. You weren’t sure how long the moment was before you spoke,

“Atsushi, I- I’m so sor-“ you yelped when Atsushi crowded you against the counter, face hidden in your neck and his hand smoothing softly over your wrist.

“M’sorry… M’sorry…” he murmured against your neck, setting aloft little flutters in your belly.

“Atsushi..” you breathed, “you’re not the one who-“

Your sentence again died on your lips when his clasped over the curve where your neck met your shoulder. He was so close. So close. So close you could feel him, hard and rutting against your thigh. Confused as you were, the feeling of him wanting, needing you so badly sent a shiver of warmth to the pit of your belly and between your legs. You tangled your hands through silver strands while he sucked on your neck.

“F-fuck… you smell so good…” 

Your eyes flicked open at that particularly odd statement, you opened your mouth to say something, but a pained yelp crowded out the words as Atsushi sank his teeth into you. Sharp teeth, followed immediately by a harsh, bristled tongue lapping at the warm blood that had begun to ooze from the bite.

“A-Atsushi?” You stammered. He raised his face to meet yours, and where there were once sweet, sad, golden eyes, there was now the harsh and calculating stare of a predator. His pupils narrowed to little more than slits, and his breath went ragged.

“I’m sorry…” he huffed, before he reached up between you, gripped the fabric of your shirt in his fists and rent it apart like he was tearing tissue paper.

“Atsushi!” You scolded. He was long gone, though, lost in dressing your neck and chest with rough, wet kisses. Goosebumps pricked your flesh the further down your belly he went, and you flushed when he tucked his head under your skirt. He came face to face with your clothed pussy, pressed his face to the quickly moistening fabric and breathed in deeply, exhaling in something between a moan and a growl that had your blush deepening dramatically.

As quickly as he’d done your shirt, he tucked his hands under your skirt, and again the popping sound of seams tearing filled the night air. What followed was nearly enough to make your knees buckle.

A broad, coarse tongue lapped a stripe over your cunt, finishing with a flick over your clit. Your head rolled back;

“Oh fuck, Atsushi!” You found your fingers again twisted in his hair, tighter now than you’d ever dared before, pulling him closer to you. Embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking against and riding his tongue.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop…” you panted, unsure if he even heard you, if you even cared. His arms snaked up around your thighs, his fingers pressed dimples into the pliant flesh of your ass. Just as you were about to crest the edge, long crescent claws snicked into your flesh, and Atsushi used his fortified grip on you to pull you along his tongue, back and forth, rubbing a rough circuit over your clit. The rush of pain, of Atsushi’s tongue against your cunt, of your orgasm crashing over you had your muscles seizing until you shook with a whine, “Fuck~”

Atsushi gripped your hips as your knees buckled underneath you, rising to meet your lips. His cock was rigid in his pants, and hot against your thigh as he rubbed himself against you in earnest, no doubt trying to relieve the ache while he kissed you.

“Fuck.. Fuck I’m so sorry…” He huffed against your mouth between sloppy kisses, “I can’t… I can’t…” He couldn’t seem to get the words out, instead hauling you up by your ass onto the counter, following shortly after, caging you in onto your back with trembling arms. He yanked roughly at his belt and fly until the offending articles were shifted down over his hips.

The first thing you felt was warmth, and your head fell back against the counter, eyes closed. Though your eyebrows knit together when he slid against your slick slit, and where you expected smooth skin, maybe engorged veins, instead you felt ridges, dimples and spines. Your eyes flew open, suddenly aware of just how tight your skin felt, how warm the room was, how close Atsushi was as he bowed his head, panting in the crook of your neck, his fangs grazing the tender bite from before. You shivered as something wet trickled across your neck.

You carded your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, twisting and untwisting them.

“Go ahead, baby…” you breathed, but Atsushi shook his head and said nothing, only continued threading his cock through your pussy. Your body surged, your fingers knotted harshly in his hair, “Fuck me, Atsushi.”

What fell from your lips next was something between a choked moan and a scream as he bit down on the flesh of your shoulder again, drawing fresh blood and another rush of endorphins to flood your brain while he shoved himself inside your drooling cunt. You felt every inch of texture as he fucked into you with absolute reckless abandon, every ridge and crevice and spine rubbing up against your velvety walls. The hooked end of his cock seated itself deep inside you, so deep you felt the muscles in the deepest parts of your belly cramp in protest.

Your hands fell weakly from his hair, his own quick to press your wrists into the counter while he fucked you, your pussy still wet from your previous release, and another almost embarrassingly close.

Why? Why were you reacting this way? Shouldn’t you be frightened? Running for your life?

Your mind sloshed through these questions, swiftly melting between the pain and pleasure of Atsushi’s claiming bite and his massive, inhuman cock slamming into you. When you felt his claws bite into your skin again, your cunt snapped shut around him and gushed around his cock. At your suddenly tightening pussy, he released your shoulder to heave ragged breaths against your abused skin. You felt his hips stutter, and his cock swell as he came. He came and came and came until you felt it spill out around him spattering your thighs and dribbling down the crack of your ass as he fucked it all into you.

He stilled above you, breathing still heavy and saying nothing. At length, he pushed himself off of you. The ache started to settle into your shoulder, so you rolled your head weakly to the side to look at him. His eyes were closed, probably exhausted by the way he still seemed to be catching his breath. He gripped the collar of his shirt and yanked it over his head, the sheen of sweat of catching the moonlight, highlighting the toned planes of his chest and abs, shadowing at his hip bones with his pants still slung low over them, granting a full view of his slowly softening cock. He didn’t even bother to slip out of his pants, or even acknowledge you at all before he collapsed onto his couch, unconscious.

Your own chest heaved as you turned your head toward the ceiling again. You brought shaking fingers to your neck and winced, pulling away to reveal bright red blood that dripped down your palm.

You had to take care of this. Now.

You pushed yourself up, your muscles trembled in protest, but you got yourself off the counter, the fresh blood smearing with you, dark in the blue light of the moon. Though you had to catch yourself on the edge with your good arm, you were able to limp around to the bathroom. You flinched at the light when you flicked it on, but once your vision adjusted, you surveyed the damage.

Deep purple, almost black bruises spread from your neck to your collarbone, blooming like grisly petals around the bloody red pistil across your shoulder, dripping down your chest. You swallowed though your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and brought still trembling hands up to the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. You rifled around, cursed when several bottles and containers clattered into the sink, but eventually you were able to produce some disinfectant, cotton balls, even a gauze pad, though it would be too small to cover the full extent of the damage.

Where the fuck was Dazai when you needed him?

You hissed at the burn of the disinfectant spreading through the wounds, but the blood wiped away from your chest, what had dripped down your legs you decided to leave alone, applying small plasters over each cut, gnarled and angry from being used as a handhold for you. When you were done and satisfied, you leaned against the counter and gave your reflection a weary glare. A wave of exhaustion swept through you, fair enough you supposed, and you were sure Atsushi would have a (doubtlessly tearful) explanation for you in the morning.

That’d have to be enough. You left the bathroom, not even bothering to turn off the light, and shuffled back to the living room until you found the first soft surface you could, and collapsed face down into a somehow overstuffed and deflated beanbag, slamming almost immediately into a deep sleep.

When you awoke, the moon was still high in the sky, a long way from morning. You’d moved little from where you’d fallen asleep, only your hips were hiked up, skirt falling over your back and Atsushi behind you, gripping the plush cheeks of your ass, spreading and squeezing them.

“Atsushi?” You groaned. You tried to turn over, only to be reprimanded by your aching shoulder. Then you stilled at the feeling of Atsushi’s thumb circling your clit. You moaned into the touch, pushed back against it until the now familiar warmth of his dick pressed against your ass.

“So ready for me… Just for me…” he murmured, not to you, more like at you, in your direction as he thumbed idly up and down your pussy, still dripping with his cum and your new wave of arousal.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his hand flew to your hips again, shifting the tip of his cock to slot at your entrance. He didn’t sheath his claws, just used them again to pierce your skin with new holes, pulling you onto his dick with a guttural grunt as he punched the air from your lungs. You couldn’t push yourself onto your elbows, so you rocked back on your knees to meet him as best you could, but ultimately gave up and let him fuck himself into your pussy, slamming against your g spot, and rubbing every spot in every right way.

You let your face fall into the cushion, reveling in the way he filled you. It made you feel dirty, being fucked like that, but something about it set your blood on fire. You gasped at the feel of his arm around your waist, pulling you up against his chest while he continued to rut into you, his nose nuzzled against your neck, breathing in the salty scent of your skin. He pulled away suddenly, almost like he was offended at what he found there. He removed one hand from your hip and reached for your shoulder, snatching away the bandage you’d applied there and earning a yelp from you.

His grip was iron around your waist, his free hand coming to rest on your chest. He licked a long stripe up the column of your neck, still unmarked on that side, until he kissed the crook of that shoulder, only to immediately follow with his teeth again.

You were dizzy with the feeling, a strangled gasp all that you could force out as he fucked you harder with his teeth in you.You traitorous cunt clenched, and Atsushi growled around your flesh, his claws sinking into your chest, raking long, oozing stripes down your front. You cried out, eyes burning with tears as they ran down your cheeks. But God it was so good…

Syrupy sobs bubbled from your lips, rippling into the night until they were cut off by Atsuhi’s fingers flying to your mouth. You choked on them briefly until your tongue idled over his knuckles, the coppery taste of your blood painting your tongue as you avoided cutting yourself further on his claws, their cruel points pressed threateningly into the tender flesh lying just underneath your tongue, making saliva pool at the root of your tongue until you had to flex it, push the spit out the sides of your mouth so you didn’t choke, until it dripped down your chin and across the welling blood on your chest, tracking it down your body like grisly watercolor.

Atsushi’s hips snapped into you in that same way you knew he did when he was about to cum. Even if he didn’t say anything, even if he left all this evidence of such violence on your body, you knew it was still Atsushi. Your breath came in time with his thrusts, and you could barely find the words, especially around his fingers,

“C-cum… Please…”

You weren’t sure at this point if you were pleading for you or for him, but one arm gripped your waist, the other falling across your chest as he held you to him and came inside you again, surprisingly just as much as last time. Only now, he didn’t stop, he didn’t pull out. He held you there, and slowly pumped into you, fucking you through your orgasm. Even when he let you go and you fell forward onto the beanbag chair, sweating and panting. His hand trailed up your back, between your shoulder blades to the back of your neck, pushing down the whole way until you were pressed into a pretty, perfect arch for him to trace all the way back down, leaving raised pink welts across your back where his fingers had been.

He adjusted himself, supporting his weight on the middle of your back, pressing down on your ribs as he continued to buck into you. The position made you ache, like you couldn’t get enough air, and those damned claws hooked into you at such a harsh angle, all you could do was cry pitiful tears while he huffed over you,

“One more… Please just one fucking more…”

***

Dazai hopped up the stairs two at a time, the blue-grey light of the coming dawn betraying that it was, unfortunately, a workday. Another that it seemed clear that Atsushi was planning on missing. Dazai was all for playing hooky, but this was drastically cutting into his schedule, between slacking off and dicking around, he just didn’t have time for this.

He rounded the corner and stopped at Atsushi’s door, giving the door the old rat-a-tat-tat,

“Oh Atsushi~” He singsonged, “Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey…” But no one came. His face fell, that needle in his mind dropping right back into the executive groove.

Trap. Kidnapped. Ransom. Murdered.

No. There’s no blood, or sign of struggle. No traces of explosives or poison, unfortunately…

Dazai listened carefully through the door. He didn’t hear voices, or the telltale sounds of suited men turning the place over. Instead he heard the rhythmic waves of heavy breaths, followed by a loud growl like cracking thunder.

Fucking shit…

He slammed his shoulder through the door, the doorjamb splintering and flying into the entryway. And the sight he was met with was truly something to behold.

First of all, you were naked, something Dazai had previously only dreamed of; your eyes half closed, tracking shadows over your tear-streaked cheeks. Not an inch of skin unmarred from your neck to your breasts as they rebounded with each punishing thrust. He couldn’t even say that the amount of blood seeping into your skin hadn’t entered those late night fantasies.

And then there was Atsushi… one hand around your neck, cruel talons piercing the skin and drawing new rivulets of blood to run down your collarbone; his other arm about your waist, holding you up since you couldn’t seem to do so under your own power, and rutting into you like some kind of fuck doll. Your eyes rolled over to him, hazy and struggling to focus as your mouth hung slack in a silent moan.

“Jesus!” Dazai started, bounding across the room, arm outstretched. Atsushi choked as Dazai’s palm met his throat, toppling him to the ground as you fell to the floor with a thud. His eyes were wild, then distant, until finally they closed, his claws and teeth retracting to their normal state. “Yeah, whatever that was, why don’t you sleep it off, buddy…”

“Don’t…” Dazai heard you whisper hoarsely behind him, “Don’t hurt’im…”

He turned on his heel to address the next priority. He flipped you over onto your back, and as he inspected the damage, his lips pressed into a hard line and he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. Your skin was perforated with what could have been mistaken for small knicks if not for the thick tracks of dried blood trailing from them. Still, they were nothing compared to the deep gouges criss-crossing your chest and back, some of them scabbed but most of them either made or reopened recently enough to still be oozing blood. Some of them looked like they’d been at least somewhat treated, but eventually you must have given up trying.

Christ, you weren’t just fucked. You were fucking mauled…

At length, Dazai huffed a chuckle through his nose, a smirk curling his lips as he said, “You little freak… Had I known you had it in you, I’d have made you mine a long time ago…” He swept a curl away from your face, and tucked it behind your ear. You responded with your own dazed laugh before your face went ashen, and your head rolled limply to the side.

“Fucking shit.” Dazai cursed before he strode to the bathroom. Open packages of gauze and plasters littered the counter and the floor, disinfectant containers practically turned inside out in the sink, bright red streaks standing stark against the white counter and walls. He returned with a swiftness, his heart breaking into a steady trot as he knelt next to you.

“Alright pretty girl, you can’t die on me yet.” He muttered, shrugging out of his coat and untucking his shirt to reveal a wide expanse of bandages zigzagged over his torso. He untucked one end and started unwinding his body.

“Damn it Odasaku… Could have had her bleeding and broken on my dick, but ohhh nooo, ‘that’s what evil people do’...” He grumbled to himself before taking the bandage between his teeth and tearing it. He untucked his phone, and with a few swipes he cradled it against his shoulder as he applied the gauzy strip to the worst of your wounds, the clean white darkening uselessly. The phone only droned half a ring before the line clicked open.

“Yosano…” Dazai greeted cheerfully, “How do you feel about making a house call…”

***

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, nearly drowning out the late morning sunlight slanting through the windows. The tap tap tap of Yosano’s toe keeping time to the thudding of Atsushi’s heart. She was the one to break the silence first.

“Fascinating.”

Atsushi’s face crinkled in confusion, “W-what?”

“Just, I’ve never seen anything like it. Like, sure, you’re a were-tiger, but I never thought an ability would have this much of an affect on your physiology.”

“Um… thank you?”

She leaned forward suddenly, nearly toppling Atsushi out of his seat.

“Let me study you!”

“What?! No!”

“Oh come on…” Yosano whined.

Before Atsushi could reiterate his absolute refusal,

“I hate to interrupt…” Dazai droned, leaning against the door frame, “I just thought you’d like to know that she’s awake.”

Atsushi leapt up from his stool so fast, it was still spinning as he raced down the hallway. He almost skidded right past your room until he saw you, sitting up, gazing out the window. Despite the bandages wrapping you up from your neck and disappearing beneath your gown, you were still so pretty. Where the light in Yosano’s office was sterile, artificial, the sun gleaming into your room seemed to curl around you.

Even though Atsushi tried to tip toe into the room, you knew he was there, and turned to him with a wan smile plastered helplessly on your lips.

“Hey you…”

“Hey…”

Atsushi was curled into himself, looking far too much like Dazai’s withering petal, and not nearly close enough to the flourishing sprout you had seen him become. He was well and truly eaten up by what had happened, just like you knew he’d be.

You reached out and patted the empty space at the edge of your bed, a seat which he took, however hesitantly. A long silence stretched between you, until you both opened your mouths to speak only to devolve into embarrassed chuckles,

“You first…” You nodded for him to go ahead.

He chewed his words, no doubt a storm of guilt whirling and thrashing inside him.

“I… don’t even know how to tell you how sorry I am. It feels so stupid even saying it out loud, I-”

“Nothing to apologize for.” You cut in.

For the first time since he sat down, he looked at you, eyes wide and searching.

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.” You said, “And you could die any day, being a part of the ADA. I mean, have you seen Yokohama?”

You chuckled, but trailed off when you were the only one laughing. You placed a hand on his knee and said,

“Listen… It’s something that’s never happened before. Now we know and we can be better prepared for next time.”

“Next time?” Atsushi looked up at you gain, and was equal amounts horrified and intrigued by the mischievous glint in your eye.

“When do you think we can do that again?..”

[shuniverse]

new color? ,,| l.f

🖋️ got my hair redone and I thought I’d write a fic involving it <3 also I am SO SO SO sorry about all the requests just sitting in my drafts, accumulating dust. ESPECIALLY my jisung one. whoever sent that in I’m so sorry pls forgive school is hectic and life is hectic and I spurted out this short blurb on a whim 😭

0.9k words

💌 f!reader (self inserting at this point lol), lots of hair play cuz lix would do that, cute stuff cuz I didn’t wanna take this in a smutty direction lol (may do that later tho 🤭), lix does reader’s hair, they’re so in love please gimme that I beg

☆.｡.:*

you take a step into your shared apartment, your hair resting freshly done on your shoulders.

the pretty deep purple accentuates your facial features perfectly, the curtain bangs framing your face.

you’ve wanted to get your hair done for a while now, your hair has gotten boring and your old color has started washing out so much that it doesn’t even look as beautiful and vibrant anymore.

but, you were excited to see felix’s reaction, and you are endeared seeing him in your guy’s kitchen, making dinner instead of his usual treats he adores, the sweets everyone knows him for, those yummy brownies no one can seem to get enough of.

you decide to hide yourself before he notice, so while his back is turned to you, you walk around the kitchen island and snake your hands around his waist resting your head on his back. he startles a bit, his hand jolting what was stirring the Mac and cheese he was making.

he smiles registering the familiarity of the hug, his free hand coming down to rub softly on your wrist, the pretty bracelet he bought you hung around it beautifully.

“hi, sweetheart.” he sighs fondly, reaching a hand back to gently rub your head, not realizing it’s different than when he touched it just this morning.

“heyyyy, sunshine.” you giggle, and he’s a bit confused, but figures you’re just happy. which, to be fair, isn’t far from the truth.

“you have a good day today?” his question makes you smile more.

“mhm! it was good, been missing you all day. and and and- lixie, guess what.”

he giggles. “what’s up princess?”

you giggle in response. “close your eyes, then after that turn around.”

he nods, taking a pause from his stirring, closing his eyes, an adorable smile on his face as he waits.

you shimmy from excitement, fixing little stray pieces of hair and straightening your shirt, you look at him with anticipation.

“okay.. open!”

and so he does, his pretty chocolate eyes looking at you with that same adorable smile, until it turns into one of awe.

“oh my god! you dyed your hair!”

you nod and laugh as he reaches forward, a love-filled and awed expression as he plays with the strands in his ringed fingers.

“and cut it.” you add, a happy smile on your face at his reaction. his eyes widen more.

“oh. my. GOD. you are so beautiful it physically pains me.”

you laugh, swatting softly at his hand that squishes your cheeks. “you’re cute when you’re excited, lix.”

he grins, cupping your face, kissing all over it, before kissing your head. he gazes into your eyes with one of the biggest heart-eyed looks he’s ever given.

“you, princess, are absolutely exquisite.”

his words, in that deep and velvety register, make you blush, tingling from head to toe, as you get shy. “l-lixxxx-“

“hush, no, you are gorgeous honey, jaw dropping even. after dinner can I do your pretty hair, baby?”

you softly nod, smiling as he holds your face to bring your lips to his, kissing you slowly, before pulling away after a few seconds. he gives you that gorgeous smile of his, which seems to be contagious considering you smile more yourself.

“dinner will be done here soon, okay? just go make yourself comfy and turn on a show, pretty, I’ll be in soon.”

you swear you give him the biggest heart eyes ever, and he kisses your forehead. “well go on, baby, no need to dawdle.”

you giggle and walk to the living room, sitting on your couch and turning on an anime you and felix have watched a billion times. it’s not super long before he’s walking in, half of his pretty blonde hair up while the rest lays softly on his neck, with two bowls of mac and cheese, and little fruits on the sides. not ideal, but it tastes good either way. felix wasn’t much of a chef anyhow, mainly skilled in baking and such.

but you’re not gonna complain, not when he sits down next to you with a soft smile on his freckled face, not when he carefully hands you the very warm bowl of perfectly cheesy elbow noodles, not when he rests and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder for the warm physical contact he craves constantly. he’s so perfect, you can never complain, and you’d never even want to.

he looks up at you, those gorgeous, deep coffee eyes gazing at your face with adoration. you can’t help but lean down and kiss his forehead, nose and lips, the plumpness of them almost standing as little pillows for your own.

he can never get enough of you, or you of him. it’s perfect, really.

soon, the noodles and assorted fruits are gone, the anime forgotten as you and felix talked for a long while, all while he makes little braids into your newly dyed and cut locks, and finally putting it into two little pigtails.

he shows you what you look like when he takes a(n adorable picture, he thinks) photo, and you giggle happily and hug him, smiling.

he kisses your head, holding you snug in his arms, returning the same warm smile. “I love you so so much, princess.”

you smile more. “I love you too, lixie. so so much.”

and soon, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep with him like that on the couch, the anime just background noise while you hold each other.

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IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE

to whoever sent in that jisung requests a month or so ago, I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten it out yet, I’ve been so busy and it’s the end of the school year for me and everything is hectic I’m so sorry 😭

but, even with my irregular posts, I hope you enjoy this anyhow! feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

[misaheadless]

a star love~

(Gyokko Idol ×hantengu modern aus)

Hantengu was a basic man, medium wavy messy hair and red eyes, he was working as a cashier in a little grocery store,he was finally on vacation which was very rare, he was happy about it because he was fed up with his tyrannical boss so he planned to go out clubbing and enjoy his first day of vacation

He dress up with a black Hoodie,a black jean and his dock marteen he start walking away with his key in his hand,heading to the club

In the club, everybody was dancing and drinking, Hantengu was walking in the crowd and then he see him,on the stage his long magenta-dark purple hair tied in a bun,his percent and seductif eyes,his black sleeveless t-shirt showing his muscular arms, his gray cargo with his multiple white and black belts and his doc marteens and a black helmet on his ears, it was gyokko the famous idol, even if he was famous gyokko was looking at him in awe like he never seen someone so beautiful,a light blush come on his face but he Quickly grab a glass of whisky and start drinking trying to stop thinking of him but he couldn't,his beautiful voice was bewitched him

The next morning he wake up in a room that wasn't his,he was only in boxer and he has horrible headache :

Where the Fuck i am...

He then saw gyokko on the balcony,smoking a cigarette with a towel wrap around his waist,his hair were looking even better wet, hantengu blushed and Ask :

Hey ! Why i am here where are we ?! How did i finish here ?!

Gyokko look at him with a smirk on his face

Wow wow calm down darling let me explain~ last night after the show i get to the bar and i saw you i was drunk and you too we kiss and then we Fuck,it was Amazing

Wait..... how do you remember everything but not me?

Gyokko chuckle

I think i was less drink than you~

Hantengu sigh quite embarrased and get up:

Listen im gonna go back to my house and we gonna prétend nothing happen.

Gyokko chuckle and blows his cigarette smoke on hantengu's face

If you Say so cutie~

Hantengu cough and look at him a little annoyed, gyokko chuckle

Your cute when your angry~

Hantengu roll his eyes and go to the bathroom with his clothes to get dress , when he finish he left the house

Later as he was at work he saw gyokko coming in the store everyone look at him and rush on him begging for photos or autographs

But gyokko ignore them and come to see hantengu

Hi babe~

He was obviously teasing him

Everyone was shocked and jealous of Hantengu Being the "boyfriend" of Gyokko

Hantengu was shocked and blushed because he was obviously not his Boyfriend but he was feeling weird from the first time he saw him plus he know he would has a bad réputation if he reject him so he respond

H-hi babe

How are you doing today~? Want to do shopping ?

U-um a-alright

Good !

Gyokko take him by the arm and leave the store, hantengu was shocked he thought he meant AFTER his work not While his work

W-what are you doing ?! I-im working !

You don't need that !

Days later, Gyokko was always Paying thing for hantengu,he loved him and wanted to spoil him, Hantengu was also inlove with gyokko but he wanted to show him that he don't really want his money

One day Gyokko invited Hantengu in a rich restaurant,They eat together and after the meal gyokko take hantengu to a secret plain where we could see the beautiful stars

I have something to tell you...

Hantengu was curious

W-what is it?

Gyokko took his hand and pull him closer

I love you~

Hantengu was shocked and blushed insanely

M-me too but why me...?

Gyokko chuckle

Because your the first person to love me for who i am really and not just because im a idol...

He pull him closer and kiss him his arm wrapped on his waist

Hantengu blushed more but he let out happen and put his hands in his pecs

They kissed as the stars were shining brighter from the sun...and their love

The end~

[skzsauce01]

Stupid Cupid

Synopsis: Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, but you and everyone else at this party wears them on their cheeks. Thanks, Lia. Thanks, Felix. Thanks, Chan. College AU.

Warning: alcohol

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: fem!reader x Bang Chan

You suspect that Lia didn’t tell you the party theme because she knew that if you found out that there was any semblance of romance, you would have opted to stay home instead. She apologizes with her eyes while Cupid, also known as Felix, sticks a bright red heart on your cheek. 

“Remember when I helped you study for the philosophy midterm?” you try to bargain with Felix. You didn’t even know he was in the same service fraternity as your roommate until tonight. His passionate discussion about altruism signaled that he was part of one, but having never heard of Chi Upsilon Rho (XYP) before Lia’s rushing, you assumed it was small and obscure. The large house crowded with guests proudly wearing their own hearts that you stand in now, disproves you completely.

“Sorry, rules are rules. You’re single, aren’t you?” 

You sigh and smooth the sticker, your own scarlet letter for the horrible sin of being alone on Valentine’s Day. After three bad dates and one cult recruitment disguised as a date, you were content with celebrating the holiday with a cheap bottle of wine and a bingeable Netflix show. Last night, Lia framed the party invitation as a thank you for helping her bake macarons for XYP’s Paw-sitively Sweet Bake Sale, and since you recently decided that you should actually start doing college things, you accepted without a second thought.

“Sorry,” Lia echoes as her own cheek is embellished with a purple heart struck with an arrow. Her heart-shaped blush beneath the sticker blends into her skin as a particular boy catches her eye. 

You raise your eyebrows, a knowing smile slowly creeping onto your face, and she turns even redder if possible. One mediocre night of for a month’s worth of teasing material is an excellent trade. 

With his spray-painted gold bow, Felix gestures to the rest of the house. “Find your match!”

“Sorry,” Lia again repeats as she leads you deeper into the house. She keeps one arm behind her to guide you, but even then you’re having difficulties keeping up. Too many people are standing in the middle of pathways, pausing to study the faces of others in their vicinity. You should be doing the same as per the rules, but finding Yeonjun, Lia’s crush of six months, is the main priority.

At last, she stops in the kitchen. Someone pushes a cup full of mystery liquid into your hand, and you readily drink. You can’t place the taste, but it’s definitely cheap.

“I’ll buy you boba tomorrow if that makes you feel better,” Lia says abruptly as she pours herself some vodka, her alcohol of choice when she needs to loosen up. “In my defense, you would have said ‘no’ if I gave you the details. But now you also get to see me embarrass myself trying to talk to him. Ugh, I couldn’t see what kind of heart he had.”

“He’s the only reason why I’m staying,” you assure. You raise your cup in mock toast. “Here’s to you finally working up the nerve to ask him on a date.”

She groans, “No, don’t put this kind of pressure on me!” but smacks her cup against yours anyway before heading out to the terrace. 

While she says hello to her brothers and sisters and random people she seemingly knows, you lean against a wall, eying the endless stream of strangers coming in and out of the house. Your vision swims with shades of red and pink, Valentino to Valentine and everything in between. Boys wearing rosy shirts under sherpa jackets, girls in pastel turtlenecks and corduroy dresses, everyone adorned with markers of availability—this entire party is Valentine’s Day personified. It’s fascinating to see how shy and how bold some people are tonight. So entranced by a pair that are obviously complete opposites, you nearly miss Yeonjun, who you note also has a purple heart on his cheek. He’s too far to discern the details, but you hope there’s an arrow. Felix better have matched up Yeonjun and Lia or else he’ll have to endure lamentations from both you and Lia tonight.

You wordlessly grab Lia’s elbow, and she quickly ends the conversation she’s having. When you tell her about his heart, her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. 

“Calm down,” you tell her as you pull her to the other side. “You haven’t even spoken to him, and you’re practically hyperventilating.”

“I am calm!” Nonetheless, she sips from her cup and softly swears when she spills vodka on her top. “Should I really ask him?”

“Yes, if only to provide me with entertainment.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I baked macarons for an animal shelter. I’m an angel of being.”

While Lia presumably rolls her eyes, someone steps in front of you, and you make to walk around him until he reaches for your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says, “you’re my match.”

The mischievous grin you’ve had on smooths into a more cordial smile as you debate whether you can afford to be rude to him. Does he want to flirt, or is he just saying hello? Will he be offended if you reject his advances, or is looking for any willing person to hook up with? You can never tell these days. He’s wearing the pink shirt from the Paw-sitively Sweet fundraiser—which is unbelievably cute for something made from pre-set graphics on a cheap custom t-shirt design site���so he’s definitely part of XYP. You glance at Lia for help.

It’s her turn to grin. You yell at her with your eyes, but she ignores it. “Chan, this is my roommate. The jam-filled, paw print macarons you liked? She’s the one who made them.” 

So you have to be kind to him after all. Because your parents raised you right, you introduce yourself and graciously accept his compliments. “We’ve got to get somewhere right now, but it was nice to meet you.”

“I have to get somewhere,” Lia interjects as she starts taking small steps backwards. As you’re about to protest, she adds, “I’ll find you when I need you, okay? I’ll be fine.”

She was not fine five seconds ago, but if you put up a fight, Yeonjun will be lost to the crowds again. You swallow the excuses building in your throat and nod. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You too. Chan, make sure she doesn’t try to leave in the next ten minutes.”

Chan gives her a thumbs-up, and Lia flashes you a smile that serves as both a warning and reassurance before disappearing past a group of boys dressed to the nines in white suits and pink ties. You angle yourself so that you’re watching Lia and pull out your favorite college conversation starter: “What’s your major?”

“Music and biology.” He laughs at your surprise and shrugs like balancing two wildly different and intensive majors isn’t difficult. “If I don’t make it as a producer in the next few years, then I’ll go to med school like my parents want. What about you?”

“Accounting. My parents wanted to be able to do their taxes for free.” 

“Can you do mine too?”

You pretend to mull it over while you study Lia’s winding path through the crowds. Almost there. “I charge by the hour, if that’s alright. And you’re not allowed to complain about how long it takes me.”

“You know what, I changed my mind. Maybe in a couple years.”

Lia has reached Yeonjun now and wedged herself into his circle. You crane your neck to see if her mouth is moving or not, but an extra tall person is blocking your view. As you squeeze your cup in your hands—why did he have to stand right there—you hear herself reply to Chan, “Cool. Music producer, you said you were? What’s that like? Got any songs out?”

That ought to keep him occupied for a few minutes while you position yourself differently to continue watching the K-drama Lia is starring in. As expected, Chan is passionate about music and indulges your increasingly stupid questions. You almost feel bad for not being more attentive, but if he interprets your distance as disinterest, that’s also fine. Lia and Yeonjun are finally talking one-on-one. She hasn’t begun playing with the ends of her hair yet, so she’s relatively at ease.

“Why don’t we move away from the door?” you suggest to Chan during a pause. “I think I saw some open seats over there.”

There are no such seats, but you convince him to follow you closer to where Lia is. Fortunately, she doesn’t notice you, even with how conspicuous you look. “You were saying something about… screwdrivers?”

“Drill, actually. You know,” he says, “I think it’s really sweet that you’re looking out for your roommate, but you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Yeonjun’s really nice.”

“No, I know that. She tells me all the time, trust me. It’s just that…” You’re pretty sure it’s against Girl Code to tell your friend’s fraternity brother about her crush, even if half the fraternity already knows. It’s probably even more crass to tell said fraternity brother that no, you don’t actually care about her wellbeing, you just want the details of what’s happening. “I don’t really like parties,” you settle on. It’s mostly truthful.

“Too loud, too many people? I can see why.”

“Not exactly. In my experience, a three-hour party only has two minutes of highlight reel material. The other two hours and fifty-eight minutes are usually me wishing I could go home. Nothing against parties, it’s just me.”

“But you’re here anyway. Let me guess, Lia promised you something?”

In the distance, Lia laughs loudly, twirling the last inch of her French braids. “Something like that.” 

You hold your breath in anticipation and let out a muffled squeal when Yeonjun leans down to peel off the sticker on her cheek and kiss her there. Cheesy, melodramatic K-dramas are nothing compared to real life. 

“That’s going in the highlight reel, isn’t it?” Chan says, his face soft. 

“It’s the entire reel. It’s all I came for.” You sigh happily and celebrate by finishing whatever is left in your cup. “It was fun talking to you, but I’m going to head home. I’ll see you around.”

“You don’t wanna stay? What if something else happens? Besides, I don’t think Lia will let you leave so early.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

You mean it as a joke, not a flirty remark, but he turns a brilliant shade of red and stammers something about Felix bringing out leftover cookies from the bake sale later in the night. Chan is sweet for caring about you and is cute enough that you would agree to linger around the party longer under normal circumstances, but…

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now. Sorry for leading you on, but you know”—you tap your matching heart, cursing Felix and his faux angelic demeanor—“rules are rules, and I couldn’t get out of it.”

To your relief, he chuckles. He still resembles a tomato, but he’s chuckling and not upset that you’re not interested in his advances. “Nah, I get it. He’s the one who came up with the idea anyway. If Lia really won’t let you leave, come and find me. I can tell you more about drill since you seemed a little busy then.”

Under normal circumstances, you would have shamelessly admitted that you weren’t paying attention, but your body betrays you as you feel flushed from head to toe. “Thanks. Night.”

You find Lia, who surprisingly doesn’t wheedle you into staying any longer. Suspicious. You suppose she’s too distracted by Yeonjun’s arm around her shoulder to remember that her job as the overexcited inviter is to keep you for as long as possible. However, it’s explicitly against Girl Code to desert your friend at a party, even if said friend is mostly sober and okay with it, so you find a nice corner to languish in. Chan’s offer likely still stands, but after your big speech, the lonely corner feels more comfortable. 

Felix does, in fact, bring out cookies and personally offers them to everyone like a gracious fairy. When he gets to you, your eyes glued to your phone, your body curled up on a battered couch, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for Lia.” You show him your screen. “You wanna watch Animal Crossing island tours with me?”

“You didn’t find Chan yet?”

You take a chocolate chip cookie from him and take a ferocious bite. You don’t want to think about Chan right now. Too many embarrassing and confusing thoughts associated with him. “I did, but it’s more like he found me. We talked for a bit— wait, did you set me up with him? Felix!”

He shrugs innocently. “Every time I ask you about your weekend, all you tell me about is the most recent date you went on, and you make them seem really bad. Chan’s a good guy. I thought you would like him.”

“I’m not in the market for a boyfriend. Stop trying to play matchmaker. Cupid,” you amend when you notice that he’s about to correct you about his true title. “Thanks for the cookie. I’ll see you Thursday.”

He leaves you soon afterward, and you think you’re safe from interference, but Chan takes his place minutes later. His offering of a half-empty bottle of wine softens your objections, and you offer what little room of the couch that has not been claimed by an odd stain. He chooses to perch on the arm instead.

“Did Felix send you here?” you say. You palm the cool glass of the bottle, which soothes your increasingly warm skin, and serve the two of you. 

“No, but he mentioned the Animal Crossing videos. Mind if I join you?”

“You really have nothing better to do?”

He laughs even though you haven’t said anything funny. “I’d rather hang out with you than play beer pong. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Considering you’re a frat boy, a little. But we can hang out.” You smile at the floor because it’s easier than smiling at him and remembering your previous behavior. “If you tell me about drill, I’ll listen this time.”

He replies, “Nah, I think Animal Crossing’s more interesting to me right now,” so you press play. It should feel silly for two people to huddle in a corner and coo over virtual items, but instead it’s surprisingly fun. Chan’s commentary keeps your eyes glazing over, and your loosened tongue spills out all of your own plans for your island designs. Then the conversation drifts into real estate into ramen into birds until a drunk Lia informs you that she’s ready to go home. You anticipated this much—cheap wine, a completed K-drama (courtesy of Lia), an emotional roommate—but not the unexpected question on your cheek.

~ ad.gray

craving more valentine's day stories? flowers for you // candy hearts

[urapunk]

bryce montrose headcanons? and if you ship him with chad, hcs for their ship as well ?

i dont know literally anything about bryce but im gonna try

Bryce Montrose & Chad Morris HCs!

Some are about Bryce singularly, some are about Chad singularly.

Bryce loves debating. He loves making up valid arguments and having the exhilerating feeling of being correct. Bullworth once had a debate team but after like 3 months everyone in it left except for Bryce and... Gord for some reason? I HC he likes debate too. Chad loves to support this, to give him topics for him to write on.

Speaking of writing, bryce loves writing ANYTHING. He writes like he talks, fancy words sprinkled in with a bit of 'like, uh' unless the paper is supposed to be professional.

Grape Soda Gobbler. He LOVES grape soda to no end, and would probably sell his friends on the conditions he gets an endless supply. He just likes grape soda... And only he likes grape soda. He and 3 other folks at bullworth, ew. Special mention; cherry coke. The preps love cherry coke, but nobody loves it more than derby.

Has an odd love for board games. He will rip you apart in Monopoly or Sorry, just becaude he can. He loves to ask chad id they can play a board game because it's just fun. And chad usually complies, modtly because when it comes to bryce he think son thing and one thing only. 'Whatever you say beautiful'

Chad LOVES Lesley Gore. His head'll be totally gone while he's humming Little Girl Go Home. He also adores other 1960/50s artists, like Paul Anka or A LITTLE bit of Johnny Cash. He thinks his music is pauper music.

Chad cannot stand the winter. He hated the cold, hates how his feet feel like ice cubes and mint gum when he walks, and how his lips get more chapped in the winter. Also, nobody likes a stuffy nose.

Bryce likes to help with his hate of the cold, they are certified cuddlebugs your honor.

Chad cant eat without something distracting him sometimes. He just cant, it's boring like that. He's like the 2006 version of an ipad kid, just always infront of the TV in his spare.

Chad loves Purple. His silk sheets? Purple. Journals and notebooks? Purple. PENS? PURPLE! His first car would be purple too, maybe with gold colored accents. His car would be expensive is what I'm saying.

They dont like to he seperated. Bryce likes knowing that chad is there so he could smush his cheek against chads shoulder, or hold him and sway with his face buried in the collar of chads polo. They hook pinkies when they're sitting in class all focused because bryce never wants to stop touching chad.

Chad's face flushes insanely. It only shows up as a slight blush on his skin but trust me, he's redder than a tomato in lipstick. Bryce always gets worried when he feels chads face is insanely warm.

Chad once threw a tennis ball into a bush of flowers for chester to return with.. A sloppery half attempt at a wedding photo worthy moment and bouquet, but Bryce got the idea and nearly melted. It was adorable.

Bryce loves to buy things. Small, or big, if chad wants it he gets it. He mentioned a particular scent? Bryce searched for hours to find it. He's dedicated and its adorable, especially when it's just something small like a specific flavor of lip balm or a discontinued drink he likes.

Bryce loves Chad's dog Chester. He cant stand when the slobbery little animal looks at him. He goes straight to scratch attacking his body before behind the ears and chin. If chester is laying down Bryce will sit criss cross beside him and rub his tummy like he needs to make electricity with the friction.

<3

(i was wondering why i wasnt getting anyone to interact then i realized I FORGOT TAGS. I DIDNT ADD ANY TAGS THE FIRST TIME.)

(Chads favorite Lesley Gore song. vvv)