#he needs to let his hair down yknow let the feral out

[grandpasauce]

brb channeling ancient powers to ensure solas gets a sexy giga boss battle in da4 where he turns into some big slutty pride demon-esque final boss monster shit

not like in a horny way I’d just think it would be neat but like definitely NOT in a horny way

[astr0exe]

CAS👏PI👏AN

r u butter cuz yknow...YOUR WRITING IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS?? I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS IS AND THAT YOU HAVE WRITERS BLOCK BECAUSE DAMN.

imagine reserved older!Simon, practically drooling and foaming at the mouth for a chance with tm reader...

Like so similar to könig just the thought lf getting tm reader pregnant just stirs something in this huge man

ugh yk i love you 🫶🏻💐 !! i took this in a different direction than the König story ! lil bit of story in this 🙃

// CW : tm!reader, age difference, slight rough housing (only like one spank and some hair grabbing), very little dialogue, slightly creepy Simon, breeding, no aftercare, creampie

shy!simon whos 45 and frequently visits a cute almost hole in the wall coffee shop and meets you.. a little thing.. a handsome little thing who looks slightly frazzled but still so pretty, you look younger than him by at least 20 years and fuck its bad how he has to force himself to stay soft.

older!simon who offers you a ride back to your place after you lock up the cafe for the night, his hands trembling as he gazes at you smiling slightly, his scars framing his sharp face perfectly as he drives you home, your blush worsening with every passing moment as you invite him in… holy fuck you just invited him in.

younger!reader who is extremely interested in the older man, giving him a bourbon as you drink a vodka lemonade, laughing with the quieter man a smile forming on your face as you admire Simon. Your faces inch closer together, your confidence growing due to the alcohol in your system.

younger!reader who cant help but let your lips touch his softly, his lips basically only ghosting yours before you cant take it, pushing your lips against his, the need being obvious as you move into his lap, huffing as he holds your waist tightly.

older!simon who despite being more experienced, is in shock when you take your pants off and you have a sopping wet hole, his surprise is visible, making you tense up slightly in worry he won’t accept you. But, he just smirks, groaning at the sight of your sticky thighs and hard dick. His fingers slowly tracing down your sides all the way to your drenched cunt, which is clenching already even at such little contact.

younger!reader who tries to take the lead, grinding down and smirking thinking you have Simon in the palm of your hand, only for him to toss you on the couch and stradle your hips, his hard cock between your thighs, rubbing against your own thick cock making you moan quietly at the contact, huffing out hot breath on Ghost’s neck as you clutch his shirt.

Older!Simon who grins at your neediness, grins at your whining and squirming, holding your hips down as he ruts his covered dick against your soaked hole, which is basically dripping through your underwear, “fuck lovie.. you’re drenched for me eh?” he smirks, he feels so confident knowing he makes you like this.

Younger!reader who grinds down against Simon’s cock to try and get the pleasure you need, but Ghost won’t let you, he keeps your hips in place as he lowers his pants and boxers, his dick hitting his pelvis, its red tip dripping precum.. You may as well have ripped off your underwear and pants as you move, manoeuvring yourself until your back is arched, head against the couch with your knees up, your cunt being shown off, glistening in the lights of your living room.

Older!Simon who almost goes feral at the sight of your arse up, inviting him to feel your hole. “Want me to be rough with you huh sweetheart..” he murmurs, groaning as he strokes himself slowly, his veins of his hand and cock protruding proudly. He moves to be kneeling behind you on the couch, one hand crushing your back to keep you arched, the other guiding his pulsing dick into your warm hole.

You both moan at the feeling of his dick grazing along your walls, Older!Simon who can’t help but start thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his cock battering into you as he pulls your hair to make your head pull back, your eyes are hazy as they stare at the wall, your whole body and couch moving with the strength of Simon’s thrusts, your moans mixing with his huffs and groans like a symphony.

His groans are loud and deep in your ear, your whines are filling the room. A shout leaves your mouth as his calloused hand spanks your arse aggressively, clenching around him from the pain. You feel almost suffocated with his large body on top of yours, his large cock hammering into your small hole, his hand in your sweaty hair. This man who could probably be your dad is fucking into you so harshly your eyes are rolling back and you are moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, no words are in your brain other than Simon’s name, and thats all you are able to moan. Hoarse “Simon!”’s leaving your mouth nearly every time he thrusts in.

Older!Simon who is growling in your ear about filling you up, and all you are able to do is nod your empty head, agreeing with his depraved fantasy of breeding someone whos only 22 years old. His fantasy of being a dad, of fucking some pretty man so full of his cum his stomach bulges.

And thats what he does, as you scream in ecstasy due to your orgasm, your cunt clenching around him so tight that it triggers his own orgasm. His hot thick cum filling you up, your stomach stretching slightly due to the amount of his cum, your eyes roll back of the feeling of his cum entering you, making you clench your now sensitive pussy around his slowly softening cock.

[toxycodone]

genital headcannons for :

Falin

Laios

Chilchuck

Toshiro

Namari

Venery

Thistle

Falin definitely has a penis, I think hers is probably the biggest out of Laios' party? Namari definitely packs, I would let her peg me for hours omg..... she could ruin me. Ermmm.. Chilchuck probably has a big cock for a halfling, he's fucking TALL !!!! bro has to be packing something. Also shaved or not shaved... Namari body hair everywhere OMG I need her to shove my face into her bush I need to smell her. Sorry I'm being a little too straight (? I am a man but this feels gay idk) ... anyway chil, Namari, and Falin are unshaved, full bush down there. I feel like Toshiro at his best keeps everything trimmed !! but when he can't even shave his face when he's at his lowest... bro wouldn't have the energy to take care of it. Hmm and then Laios could be either way..?? We know he shaves his face and keeps his hair short bc he doesn't wanna look like his dad, but would he even think of shaving his pubes????? Idk. Wait is this a weird thing to think about? Oh wait do elves grow body hair??? I feel like thistle would have some body hair if it's possible, I feel like they can't... unless my DND 5e knowledge is getting mixed with uhmmm. What is it called... DUNGEON MESHI I think I'm starting to dissociate I'm going to stop typing lmfao

FALIN - GIRLCOCK. Whether you are a trans!Falin fan or what, in my eyes after the red dragon thing. She gets girl cock. I can see this as either like, a penis or like T-dick. Whatever you decide. But whatever it is her situation is definitely unique. Also she got a bush frfr

Laios - COCK. (I am also a trans!Laios fan so like. He can have anything in his pants it don’t matter imma eat it but usually when I write him it’s cock). His dick is as painfully average as he is. Not crazy length wise but he got some girth to it. I’m thinking like. 5 inches frfr. Maybe 6 but that’s generous imo. No manscaping just vibes he’s full bush down there. And body hair on his chest/legs/arms and around his groin

Chilchuck - OKAY. His dick is probably like more similar to an average tallman penis. Which is remarkable considering he’s like half their size. I’m gonna give him four inches and he’s breaking other halflings in half with it but with other races. He’s learned how to use it. Chilchuck is a real one. Light on body hair, but would keep it tidy when he’s not in the dungeon (I think he likes to manscape and like. Appreciate himself in the mirror lol)

Toshiro - He is ALL length and so embarrassed about it. (Def afraid he’s gonna hurt you.) He could learn to love it with a supportive partner though. I think for a while he’s rocking bush because like, yknow. That stuff isn’t really talked about…but he figured it out for himself that when he takes his time and shaves and stuff after a anything or whatever he’ll do some trimming down there because he likes the neatness. I like to think he grows body hair but it’s not super dark for some reason (besides on his face people get jealous at the beard he can grow)

Namari - SHE IS JUST LIKE ME I GET HER VIBE SO WHAT IM SAYING HERE IS CANON: SHE HAS CRAZY PUSS BUT IS ALWAYS ROCKING THE STRAP. Namari doesn’t let anyone fuck her hole unless they’re in a committed relationship (she does not play about that either if you insert anything in her sex is over). Insane with the strap too. She’s someone I can genuinely see breaking the bed with her strokes. Also she’s got body hair for days. Like other Dwarf women she can grow a beard too but she usually shaves. (Namari with stubble…I’m bout to go feral.)

Venery - Started off with a human vagina. Now it’s some weird mix between that + hyena + dragon cock. I think he’s canonically intersex due to the ancient magic. But he’s happy about it. Also UHHHHHH…..HE LAYS EGGS. JS.

Thistle - Okay Thistle is so trans to me I think he gives himself top surgery when he’s getting older with ancient magic. He leaves the downstairs area alone because he’s fine with just presenting masc that’s good enough for him. Very low body hair he just sits in the middle of gender ambiguous for REAL.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

oh hell yeah

first off: empires superpowers au by theyesterdayshow. Series, 25 works and counting. jimmy/scott

VERY DARK. Read the tags of each fic very carefully. Here's the summary for the first fic

Jimmy isn’t exactly a hero. He’s never been properly been a hero, never been like Major, or Gem, or any of the more localized heroes in Empire City. He’s not a villain, though—he’s nothing like Xornoth, Major’s nemesis. Jimmy’s more of … he’s more of an antihero, something in between. Nobody particularly likes him, but he's a dangerous enemy, so they just sort of. Leave him alone. That is, until Xornoth, the foremost villain in the country, kidnaps him.

and then really really bad things happen to Jimmy. It's great whump but, also, it has a really cool recovery arc. The author follows Jimmy and Scott after the happy ending, exploring their lives in little one shots and examining the ways they deal with their respective problems and recoveries. Brilliant examination of trauma before, during, and afterwards.

next up: healing is a four letter word by hypno_cat. It has a sequel which is really good, but I can't remember if I finished it (life things may have come up), so I guess I have a fic rec for myself too :p eventual mumbo/grian, but that may have been in the sequel . i dont ship them but in this fic I sure do

summary:

The Admin sinks to one knee. “What are you doing?” Xelqua demands before he can stop himself, voice cracking. “Well,” a voice comes from The Admin, and it is… it is not weird, but it is, and Xelqua can not describe how - just that it sends another shiver down his spine. “You don’t exactly look happy, and I’m afraid that may have something to do with me.” It does. “That doesn’t exactly explain your… Everything.” “No use in intimidating you, friend.” Or: 5 times Grian meets a Hermit, and one time they already knew one another.

Watcher!Grian ends up taking refuge on Hermitcraft in secret. real feral cat energy from him in this one. Another awesome recovery arc

Third: nothing but flowers by nho (orphan account). unfinished and will never be finished, heartbreakingly, but it was one of the first hermit fics I read and it's still 44k of Etho watching his friends slowly be driven crazy by evil fungus all around him. mushroom possession!!!!

summary:

Grian is no stranger to pranks, and definitely not to ones that escalate to full out war. As far as he's concerned, the Mycelium Resistance is nothing but that. But his fellow Resistance member, Etho, sees a pattern. He sees the warning signs he wishes he'd been able to confront years ago- and this time, he's determined to not let it go unchallenged. After all, he's already nearly lost one friend to a sentient, potentially mind-controlling entity. He doesn't plan on making that a habit.

fourthly, just for fun: lucky jumbo by sleepless_in_southlands. tbh I haven't read this one, but it has been highly recommended to me and when I found it hidden in my bookmarks again it made me laugh. Mumbo Jumbo / The Lucky Carder. yknow. that youtube guy from video card game Inscryption

summary:

Luke's had a rough time recently, okay? Inscryption's been... well... Inscryption. A new start is exactly what he needs. And then his new start begins with him crushing some guy in a suit. Super. Or: Luke finds himself in Hermitcraft and falling both on and for one Mumbo Jumbo.

and some of my own fics that i still reread sometimes, so hey maybe some other people would too:

red streaks in my hair but no stress now

summary :

Maybe this is the true curse, Joel muses later, over an angry bowl of dry cereal. There’s knives on the ground in the hall and bleach is staining his already bleach-stained carpet and the bowling ball has long stopped swinging. Maybe he’s not supposed to kill anyone. Maybe this is hell, and he died, and his punishment is wanting to kill someone and never, ever, ever being able to. (his grey skin burns. There is something in his heart that itches, and he knows, he knows it would get better if he could just. Just do one kill. Just a little one. Just a small one.) (maybe, if he is very lucky, they would come back afterwards. Like he did. Maybe they would be cursed and grey and wanting to kill and then, maybe, Joel would stop feeling quite so alone.) - A modern au of Last Life, but with a twist

joel suffers the indignities of the red life curse in the modern day when he's gotta keep a job. last life inspired. my personal favourite thing I've written for the fandom.

please grow your roots through my veins

summary:

Martyn is itchy. Cleo is dead. (these facts coincide)

lil fic for double life, martyn pov. some plant-based body horror and yearning- other soulmates get matching parts, so why don't they?

at the end of it all it all comes again

summary:

There’s a little green something in the cracks of the road. Grian stares at it, and then he looks at Scar, who is humming cheerfully while he rummages in his bag, and then Grian looks back to the little plant. Grian looks at Scar again. He takes a step closer to the plant. Scar, blissfully, does not notice. Something fungal bubbles at the back of Grian’s throat.

double!! apocalypse!!! mashed together a bunch of concepts for this- ren's kingship, scar's scarness, the mycelium resistance, etc. the fandom's favourite thing I've written for the fandom. I aimed for the dynamic to feel very canon 3rd-lifey, banter and all

you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!

[kiatheinsomniac]

Kia darlinnngggg 🥰 so ik you've been simping over tomoe lately soooo I have a request ~ how about smth to do with heat? Perhaps the reader is a yokai as well, having gotten herself turned into one to be with him, not necessarily a fox yokai ( ahem I'm giving you free reign, rabbit and deer are optional bc ik you love those dynamics ) but it's her first heat with him? She's feeling all hot and bothered and doesn't know what to do and Tomoe is both trying to guide her while also trying not to lose it because he's in heat too? But yknow, he fails at the latter hehe

──── 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I actually had the theme song for this stuck in my head all around Ikea today lol. My first time writing for Tomoe so you bet I made our fox man feral, horny and mean <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tomoe x yokai bunny! Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW, MDNI, smut, heat cycles, breeding, 'bunny' pet name, creampie, marathon sex

He had told himself that the two of you wouldn’t end up like this and yet here you were: pinned beneath his weight with your belly flush to the sheets, your head pushed down with a clawed hand on your nape and your hips angled upwards, Tomoe’s aching cock pounding into your little cunt over and over again without mercy. When you took on the features of a bunny after becoming a yokai to always be with him, Tomoe had expected that you would end up experiencing a heat similar to his own. Your white-haired lover had warned you of what would happen, had prepared all sorts of herbal remedies meant to help suppress your urges and yet none of it had been enough to make you resist pushing your hand down your pants to try and sate the need between your thighs, moaning unabashedly and unintentionally provoking your partner who had been doing a much better job at hiding his own heat until he heard you moaning his name so sweetly and desperately. 

You had been on your hands and knees earlier but they had since buckled beneath you as you let out little sobs that were a strange mix of overstimulation and relief. Your arousal had already been leaking down your thighs by the time Tomoe found you, teary-eyed and begging him to bury his cock inside of you, feeling so empty without him that it hurt. It had spent the last shred of his restraint and he had been quick to pin you down. Your clothes hadn’t even been discarded initially but now they were tossed all over the room between switching positions and your face burned at the sound of Tomoe repeatedly pounding into you, set on releasing his cum inside of you time and time again, even if it was already leaking out of you and making a mess of the sheets. 

“You just don’t listen do you?” His tone was almost a growl in your ear as his nails bit into the skin over your hips, holding them firmly in place so that you had no escape from him. “I gave you everything I could so that we didn’t have to end up like this and yet you thought you knew what was best.” You let out another sob at three particularly harsh thrusts in a row and yet your cunt tightened around him, “So, bunny, you can keep on crying and take it seeing as you were so sure that this was what you needed.” He pushed more of his weight down on you, leaving you with absolutely nowhere to go and making you take the full force of each thrust. 

The way that the mixture of your cum had him slipping in and out of you with such ease was paired with the obscene sounds of your walls stretching around him and the smack of his skin against yours. You noticed how his moans had become much more vocal, more than aware by now that this meant he was close to an orgasm. You felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck and you were almost certain that he would bruise your poor pussy at this point, “You’re going to take it all…” His voice husked by your ear, “Such a good bunny, you’re going to take it all for me. Help me through my heat, I help you through yours.” His arms wrapped around your body as you were tightly sandwiched between him and the bed, feeling his hips stutter and then slow before stopping entirely, feeling the throb of his cock more so than the spill of his hot cum inside of you considering how stuffed full you already were. 

“Let’s… rest a while, my love.” He panted out, a hand reaching up to tenderly and lazily play with your hair and stroke your ears which had flopped down over your head in utter exhaustion, “It’s been hours…” You could only let out a hum of agreement. 

You felt drenched between your thighs, your skin sticky with sweat, stiflingly hot with Tomoe’s damp skin pressing down on you. Your hair was in tangles and his own white tresses fell over your face, making you shake your head a bit to move it away from where it had been tickling your nose and tormenting your lashes. 

What a mess the two of you had got yourselves in. 

“And you said this would last a week?” You let out a little yelp when you felt his cock push into you once more. You had seen the recovery speed that his heat gave him and yet you had not expected him to continue after suggesting a break, “Wait! Tomoe, you said-” 

“I know what I said and I take it back, I’m not done with you yet, my bunny~” 

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[tiptapricot]

MK liveblog thoughts, gods and monsters

This. This is the best title sequence and opening of all the episodes. It is. I am going to shatter.

The way it fades out and we are back in reality and the body is dead and floating in the water and within the song, within the end

JAKE LOCKLEY IS IN THERE AND HE NEEDS RO B LET OUTTTT

I am emotionally fucking brittle going into this I can already tell holy fuck ok

Layla you are so hot I love you kill bite maim

Sandy lil Ammit….

Layla crying over the body her face breaking her hands so delicate n she kisses their forehead and her grief is anger it is fury it is revenge and she lets them go let’s them sink and she is going to kill and die trying

MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS YOU ARE

“I don’t need to show you my papers, you need to show us your soul” is possibly the funniest line in this episode

Taweret talking through bodies I LOVE YOUUUU

Layla n Marc r both so stubborn n have that one minded view on things

Also I love that this shows us what’s been happening in the upper world

“Marc says wonderful things ab you” yeah like how she’d b up for murdering u w him HSHHDHD

The other gods r beta cucks n Ammit is the alpha, that’s what the A is for

White man enters the pyramids, 5 dead, 0 left alive which sucks

The score building to Ammits release FUCKE AND SHE IS SO COOL OHHHHH LADY YEAH LADY WooOO

Sandy lil Khonshu hehehe

The one scene Arthur looks pathetic n it’s what he deserves Ammit is cool

He’s so sweaty tho

They have a freaky thing goin on

When she pushes his hair back n he looks wrecked lol

Freak

Khonshu is dustyyyyyy

Layla once again very human. She is scared but pushes on and she is emotional but that doesn’t cause her to falter.

YEAH GET HIS ASS INSULT HIM REJECT THOSE OLD BONES FUCK THAT GUY HE SUCKS

Yknow what Khonshu’s hair tendrils remind me of? Thin lil rice noodles

Marc in the field of reeds… I WILL cry

“It’s so… quiet” the way his voice is fragile n disbelieving

Manifesting the silence, which means danger, no loneliness or hurt, and no Steven. No voice talking to him

THE SCORE IN THIS EPISODE IS FUCKING BALLS TO THE WALLS U GUYS OK ITS MY FAV OF ALL THE EPISODES THE STRINGS BUILDING AS MARC LEAVES N THEY CRASH DOWN IM GONNA CRY IMMMMMMKKKKM THE MUSIC IS SO FICKING GOOD UMNN IMNN CRUING

Holy shit ok

Ok

I have the chills Ok

THE GOD EXES R FIGHTINGGGG

Marc walks over to Steven w such purpose n such a fucking open n sad face

“Lookin pretty rough man”

F

F

F

F

Sorry I had to watch the speech I couldn’t type

THE HEART THE HEART IM GONNA GI FERAL IM IMNMMM MY CHEST IS SWELLING I PHYSICALLY AM FEELING CHILLS AND WEIGHT AND GOD FUCK

I’m

Hm

I rlly rlly care ab these guys

YOU CAME BACK WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU

WELL I DID A WHOLE LITTLE SPEECH THERE

IT WASNT THAT LITTLE

YOU ASSHOLE

THEY LOVE EACH ITHER J I LOVE THEM

Ammit uses her hair to swing at Khonshu that’s so cool

Khonshu getting his ass KICKED

The coming back to life scene I’m

IM FUCKING UNWELL

LAYLA IS LIFE LAYLA IS LIFE AND LOVE AND HOPE AND RISE AND LIVE AGAIN AND THE MUSIC IS LOUS

And then the bullets fall out

I’m

Fucking

Unwell

This is when the CG suit looks fakest but it’s followed by the chad real suits so it’s ok

“I knew you’d miss me” FREAK

“Steven Grant I was not speaking to you 🙄”

Steven ily

Khonshu is still

What a guy

“Hurry up! Idiots!”

THE CRESCENT CAPE AGAIN YEAHHHHHHEHHHAHHH

Osiris’s guy is not having a great time

Blood gurgling asmr sorry idk what’s wrong w me

“Taweret..? Are you there..?”

“LAYLAAAAAAA!!!!!”

I LOVE HER SO KUCH I LOVE HER SO MUCH

This ep is gorgeous

MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS YOU ARE JESUS FUCK

She does Taweret vs Layla so well

Layla getting to know her father is ok n gets to be proud of her WE DONT TALK AB THAT ENOGHH THATS FUCKING HHHGGGHHHGG AGGHG

Marc b flying

Harrow is climbin

Leg work out

What if he didn’t climb to the top in time lol

Marc Spector more like Dart Spector w how precise he’s going through the air

So many ppl die in Cairo that’s so

Fucking sad

Ammit looks epic tho good for her

YES YES YES GES YES GES GES GES GES GES GES YES GES YES YEA EYS YEATYYSTSTS THE MUSIC THE MUSIC LAYLAS FACE THE DOSSONANCE THE WINFS HER SMIRK IM UNWELL

KICK HIS FACE MARC KICK HER ASS KHONSHU GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FIGHT FOGHT FIGHT

FUTUT

The battle in the air is amazing the gods battling it out I’m just

I love this so much I love it so much

Right after harrow n Marc crash to the ground in Cairo hes just laying there n it is the funniest shot I have ever seen

Ammit using her tail is so cool

LAYLAAAAA

“Layla…” /in love

“Layla” “Marc” “oh baby, thank god you’re ok” “oh you look amAzing what are you wEAring?”

KAIJUS KAIJUS

BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE OM IM AGHHGGGFGHHGFG PUNCH JUMP HE DO THE TWIST HES KICKING ASS HE DOES AFLIP N THEN UTS MARC IM

I’m im I’m immmmmmmmmm

Layla is so cool n Marc jumps over the car n it’s amazing n Ammit bites Khonshu in the ribs n they’re fighting together as avatars and equals im fucking yelling

STEVENS CIAT BRUSH OFF

I LOVE HIM

MARC COMIN OUT W THE GRAPPLE

I love this episode SO FICKING MUCH JESUS HELL

Harrow is so sweaty ew

LAYLA STOPPPING THE CAR N GIVING THAT KID A SEXYALITY CRISIS WOOOOOO

ARE YOU AN EGYPTIAN SUPERHERO? I AM.

YEAHHHHHHHH

LAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Shut up harrow lmao

You suck

N not even balls balls r too good for u

U suck dirt

God…. The suit getting blasted off their face the heartbeat taking over Khonshu falling in the background

I’m

I’m fucking unwell this is so good

THE PAIN THE OAIN AND THE AND THEN ANF THEN

IT CUTS

JAKE JAKE JAKE YEAHHHHHHHHH

“That wasn’t you was it Steven?” “Not a chance mate”

Jake came to party babeeee

Ammit where r u even dragging Khonshu lmao

Dragging his ass into next week

Layla n Marc holding hands n chanting n saving the day n sharing power

Both their voices sound so nice here

AMMIT CRACKLING AWAY INTO NOTHING AND WTAPPING AROUND KHONSHU IN ONE LAST ATTEMPT AT STAING GROUNDED

The way cutting the connection still has Marc recoil n not Layla bc Khonshu is harsher

Layla is his morals and she reminds him he is free and he doesn’t have to listen to Khonshu

Literally the only moment I wish was a bit longer fuck all the other bits the pacing is actually fine on a rewatch

RELEASE US

AND HE DOES AND THEN AND THEN AND MARC LOOKS SO RELIEVED N THEN

Dr harrow time to get FUCKED UP

Oscar’s acting in this scene, Marc n Steven switching smoothly bc they have come to even ground, the clear differences between the two

The bloody footprints

The dream… to the waking of being in bed together and safe and on even ground

And it’s Marc waking up in Steven’s clothes n there’s two fish now n he gets to be in the house and be the one that trips n just

GOD

Jake time

Yes let’s go

LETS GO

His gloves… his confidence…. This man

the MUSIC AGAINNNNNNN THE SOFTNESS N HIW IT CUTS OFF WHEN THE DOOR SNAPS SHUT

Kicks the wheelchair

N Khonshu’s neck cracks

“You can’t hurt us.” “Yeah..? Wanna know something?”

“Meet my friend, Jake lockley.”

HOY TE TOCA PERDER

AND THE CROWD WENT WILD

I LOVE HIM

God ok o rmr why I love this episode it’s bc it SLAMS

All of u that shit on gods n monsters need to do a full rewatch and NOT EXPECT IT TO B WHAT IT ISNT IT IS A FUCKING GREAT FINALE LEGIT

I’m not ok I can’t go to sleep now what the fuvk

[konu-d]

TLDR sometimes the crow forgets that newcomers exist in every franchise, All Rambles Lead to Rei Sakuma

So I've just realized that not everyone is aware or was able to catch the times when the wiki had English translations for all the Enstars stories from Basic to Music and EWKJASH IM GOING TO HAVE TO BE REAL CAREFUL WITH WHAT I SAY FROM HERE ON OUT WAHAHAH Wouldn't want to ruin the surprises for the newcomers

By surprises, of course I mean everything related to Rei Sakuma, this man. Has me in a VICE GRIP you do not understand UNDEAD was how I was introduced to this wacky absolutely off the rails franchise, and honestly I went in criticizing it. See, I was only shown the designs of the characters and nothing else; no context, no backstory, only the knowledge that this is an idol game much like UtaPri or IDOLISH7, both of which are franchises that I am up to now very much 50/50 about (Dunno they just never caught my interest as much, yknow?) A few people showed these character designs to me and I immediately started labelling; black hair and red eyes? That's probably the chuunibyou edgelord. Oh look, there's the token tan character that every anime and manga seems to like to have. Blonde and smirking? Casanova (derogatory). White hair and fangs; say no more that's the feral of the group.

I have a whole list of everything I said about all the groups on Enstars but because I play favorites, I'm focusing on UNDEAD.

So I said all that and kinda left the franchise alone for a while, let it all marinate for a bit, just enough that I wouldn't feel like I was being forced to consume the media, then I came back to it, I took a look at the characters then some of the stories.

NOBODY NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THE ABSOLUTE INSANITY THAT WAS THE ENSTARS ICEBERG

And nothing prepared me for the backstory of the man that is Rei Sakuma, he. He is. Gods I have no words for this man, he leaves me speechless and it's not just because of how stunning he looks His childhood was enough, too many responsibilities placed on his child-sized shoulders, that he grew up to be some sort of rebel, a god/demon that looked down upon the humans of the world, lending a helping hand to those who needed it. He was always at the top, always at some sort of authority position, but because of his whole vampire thing he was labeled more of a 'demon' than a 'god'. (A concept that was picked up later by a certain other group that we know, led by the character most people gravitate to once they understand Rei) Then, he fell. You wouldn't think that demons ever fall but men, humans, mortals do, and for all he plays himself to be Rei Sakuma is still at his core very much a human; a kind soul wrapped in layers of darkness that he prides himself in. He lets the world see the demon who is bathed in sin and the monster who would tempt the lost lambs to his side, let them fall under his spell and kneel at his command, but those closest to him, those who know him, they see the man and there's something intimate about that. It's this hidden corner of everything Rei Sakuma is made of that draws some people even closer to him and lets them stand by his side; lets themself fall and become reborn, helping the demon king tempt more and more innocent souls (though they know that was never the case).

A part of what makes Rei so interesting to me as well is how his stage character developed. Oh yes, I've seen the sides of the fandom who think his suave, smooth, jazz demon self is his default self, and that will never fail to entertain me, because it's exactly what Rei would have wanted. There's no point in building his whole character on stage if it was just going to be a flimsy see-through film, right? He started out genuinely believing in his now-stage persona; prideful, demon king, in control, monster of the night who would devour you as soon as you let your guard down; then you look at his stories. You look at the events with him in them. You look at the stories of the characters closest to him and listen to the way they talk about him.

This man his whole self has always been about love

He loves the way a leader would love; he loves the way a god would love; he loves the way only a demon could show love; he plays himself to be the villain. He pushes others away in the hopes that they wouldn't be tainted by the darkness like he is, he creates scenarios where yes, at that moment, you'd hate him, but then you'd look back and you'd see, "Oh. He was helping me all along." and then you'd complain about how you wished he was more straight-forward about his help, which would never happen lol [That's spoilers.]

Just Being a ReiP brings me a sense of intimacy with the character that sometimes I wonder if I'm even allowed to have. Rei Sakuma is a Greek tragedy who broke the script and kept trudging forward, and though he no longer bears his wings, he keeps walking. He guides others to the light but leaves himself in the dark, leaves himself there for the next poor soul that might accidentally wander in and might need a guide. There's something so raw about seeing how someone rise, fall, and get back up again, an inexplicable pull that'll draw you to them like "How did you survive? How did you find the strength to keep going?" and all he answers is "Love."

[pokemon-my-beloved]

here's the other part of the dlc, btw!

spoilers under the cut!

here i am again

UNOVA *vibrates into the roof*

i BETTER be allowed to bring my friends with me this time clavell istg

VELLY GHKASLGJALKSGJL

carmine recommended me? that tracks tbh

do i get to say yes or no to this or am i just going

my fucking FRIENDS :(((((

okay bye friends :((((( i’ll miss you :(((((((

god cyrano’s a hot mess huh

“you’ll be battling more here than any other school” incorrect! i am friends with nemona

yes that DOES pique my interest the last person i knew who fucked around with the terastal phenomenon went insane and died

WHO IS LACEY’S FATHER. WHICH GYM LEADER. I NEED TO KNOW

what the FUCK is that what did you put in the fucking GOO

god okay that took LONGER than i would have liked but i finally caught a fuckin alolan grimer

aight i’m off to talk to carmine ig

i did not actually miss you but sure whatever you say

damn the kieran redesign???

what the FUCK happened to this boy

wild backstory??? no that’s my bestie arven

i don’t fucking know man AM i friends with kieran? i don’t think he’s forgiven me for catching ogerpon but like that was completely out of my control she said she wanted to come with me and i won the battle so

can i not be in multiple clubs? also why is blueberry academy more fleshed out than uva academy this is bullshit to the highest degree

WELL A DATE IS…

oh man she has a thing for me i guarantee it

in the cafeteria and having vivid flashbacks to being recruited to find the herba mystica… i miss my boy :(

yknow kieran i appreciate you letting me be in the league but you could’ve just asked for a battle

oh man he looks feral what the fuck

“not a little kid anymore” sir it’s been three months

ooh this tells me where in unova they’re from that’s AWESOME

oh and it gives me the recommended order to do them too! that’s really helpful!

alright did a bunch of bbqs and i’m off to fight crispin! or do his trial at least

oh jeez i did NOT need this much bp

man i do not KNOW what my history with kieran is. please help me figure it out

I AM DOING MY BEST, CRISPIN

i literally already am champion ranked, drayton

okay now that i’ve got way too much bp i’m just gonna fight the whole league one after the other so. amarys time!

“your name is agias” GJKLASJGLAJG

amarys where did you get herba mystica that allows miraidon to fly. and can i have some to bring home for arven

thank you for asking what my relationship with kieran is amarys, i have no fucking idea

did it! on to lacey

her description says she lives in nimbasa but cyrano said her father was a gym leader and unless elesa transitioned i don’t think that’s the case. something’s going on here

oh a pokemon quiz i’ve GOT this

god lacey's so cute i love her

drayton. you cannot just shade kieran like that and then immediately ask why lacey hates you

alright drayton time

drayton. stop trying to bribe me. idk what you’re doing it for, but it isn’t working

oh god oh fuck i need to use new pokemon. please hold

“your opponents are under the same conditions so you can’t be too mad about it” THEY HAD THAT ANYWAYS, DRAYTON

god fine. lemme just evolve the pokemon i’ve caught so far and maybe catch more

GOD FINALLY THAT TOOK ME AN HOUR

the music for each of the elite four slaps btw

kieran i beat the elite four in less than a day. what are you talking about

“i liked kieran better when his hair was down” JGKLSAJGLKASJG SIR??????

i mean i agree but still

HOLY SHIT HYDRAPPLE??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

guessing it’s an evolution of dripplin but. goddamn

drayton you are making things actively worse. stop that

DON’T PLAY THE CHEERY FRIENDSHIP MUSIC I CAN LITERALLY SEE KIERAN HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE BACKGROUND

i am NOT letting drayton in area zero briar i fucking REFUSE

carmine and kieran are fine i guess but i would really rather just get the crater crew back together :/

oh. hi geeta

RIKA!!!!!!!!

“recently we’ve had to confront the possibility that dangerous pokemon could escape the area” say professor turo died and go

literally just get the crater crew to do it and have clavell supervise us geeta like it’s not that hard

i’m in but only because none of you other fuckos know what to expect. you’re being so mean to my friends and for why

alright drayton's not going that’s... actually fantastic

jesus christ kieran is this whole thing STILL about ogerpon

BRING MY BESTIES. I HATE THIS GAME

oh god briar got scary all of a sudden what the fuck

rika you knew i trespassed. what are you talking about

i’m sorry and all but arven needed me so. i’m not that sorry

god if no one else. if NO ONE ELSE. let me bring nemona. she is also a champion and has also been there. this is bullshit to the highest degree

yes i’ve been here before. with my friends. bitch (sorry)

alright. here fuckin goes

briar you shut the FUCK UP about the secret room in the zero lab you don’t know SHIT

how disrespectful do you think it is to let these fuckin randos that neither turo nor arven knew/knows in

oh it’s been too long that makes sense

i am NOT saying anything about the professor being in the lab what is WRONG with this game

goddammit i said it anyway i hate it here

oh thank GOD i don’t have to show them the time machine

BRIAR GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THOSE

i sure did but i’m not gonna fucking tell you your vibes get more rancid by the second

briar i am starting to become frightened. you are being professor turo’d i think

GET AWAY FROM THE PROFESSOR TURO STUFF BRIAR. I AM GOING AND GETTING ARVEN TO LET HIM LOOK AT THIS I SWEAR TO GOD

carmine is the only valid person here i think

god this really IS still about ogerpon

LISTEN KIERAN I’VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN: IT’S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE PROTAGONIST SYNDROME also you were being a bit parasocial ngl

HATE the look on briar’s face what the fuck

this is going to go SO badly i can already tell

i knew it was coming but holy shit that’s a baby

a master ball, kieran? really?

briar. you can’t say shit like that it’s SO unethical

is he gonna use literally any other pokemon or

oh my GOD it’s still SO SMALL

that’s a fuckin BABEY

briar can this wait literally at all

oh man the master ball BROKE? that’s not good

BRIAR YOU WANTED THIS

briar has clearly never done a tera raid battle this is pretty standard i’m ngl

eyyyy kieran’s back in the game!

his eyes look normal now which is very encouraging

carmine why do we need your permission to go all out like what do you think i’ve been doing

oh shit he’s letting me catch him? nice

yeah what carmine said we do NOT need the second coming of professor turo

alright fine i guess we managed without my friends but. it would’ve been nice to have them with us

man i never had a problem with you of course we’re still friends

and that’s credits! alright!

okay so! overall? i liked the teal mask better than the indigo disk, but both were alright

the dlc DEFINITELY pales in comparison to the main game though. i understand why they didn’t bring back the crater crew, but i’m still upset by it, it felt like they thought if they introduced carmine and kieran we would automatically like them as much if not better than the other three, which is just not possible. while their story and development, especially kieran's, were good, it didn’t hold a CANDLE to the other three, ESPECIALLY arven. i’d say that the main game was a 9/10, teal mask was 7/10, and indigo disk was 5.5/10

so i played the dlc

and it was. alright? but while i was playing the teal mask, i was writing my thoughts down so i could make a little mini-review, and then i just. never posted it. so here i am now, with my thoughts from ALL of the dlc, but i have to separate it because i said. So Much. this post has teal mask stuff, i'll reblog with indigo disk thoughts

spoilers under the cut!

are my besties coming with me on this field trip. please please please

blueberry academy is in UNOVA????? holy shit i am IMMEDIATELY more interested and invested in the indigo disk

have my boy there. i am Manifesting him

listen briar i’m sure your intentions are pure and all probably but you can’t go into the great crater of paldea okay i say this as someone who has been there. leave my bestie alone

i don’t think my besties are coming with me :( one sec i gotta go say goodbye to them

okay nemona please try not to burn the academy to the ground, penny sunlight is necessary to your survival please leave your room at some point, mabosstiff please take care of arven while i’m gone

GOD i love these kids okay i’m going

i am. aware of the violet book. why

the paranormal???? oh so she’s a dork

and heath’s descendant alright that’s fine i’m no longer as concerned as I was before

OH MY GOD IS SHE SHOWING ME THE TERAPAGOS PAGE UNCENSORED????

SHE IS

i am…….. wary……. of terapagos, but continue

she wants to find it? bestie

okay so the other people on the trip are randos. three of them. this feels like salt in the wound, just a lil bit

this kid is NOT my “travel buddy” i have exactly ONE buddy and he is in paldea >:(

i’m not going to let that go i am NOT going to get over that

oh it’s my replacement besties or whatever. i’m not going to get as attached to them I’m saying this now because i know it to be true. unless these kids have daddy issues out the ass i will not get attached

okay so carmine is nemona 2 electric boogaloo except i like nemona more

sorry for continuing to play it up i just Love Them So Much

oh so we’re just going to. i was going to say block off the wholeass road but this is scarvi so. guess not

oh so this is just nemona if she was pacifica northwest huh

only one of them was giving me grief but i’m gonna hit yes anyways cause carmine is already getting on my nerves

man this is exactly what i said about arven huh. unless she pulls out a sick dog and daddy issues i’m not impressed and even then i'm not impressed cause like. quit copying homework from two characters who i already like more

mossui town is a very pokeani coded name i think

oh god which of these stupid fucking loser kids am i gonna be working with

nevermind it’s probably gonna be kieran

his hair is really fucking stupid I cannot see his nose at all it grates on me more the more I look at it. not what i would call good character design

hair’s not quite as egregious on carmine but still kind of a problem

WOAHHHHHH THE NURSE JOY RESDESIGN POG

this is literally jessie. like it’s just jessie i can’t fucking be convinced otherwise

i mean. define cool? but yeah sure this kid’s growing on me it’s cool

ohhhhh cool as in 3v1 cool. yeah alright that is cool

KIERAN NO WHY DID YOU SAY THE S-WORD

HOW DID YOU EVOLVE YOUR POKEMON SO FAST

probably because they were already like level 58 or whatever

okay so we are GUARANTEED going to get trapped in here or whatever since ogerpon was outside but i’m sure i can bust us out so i’m not really worried tbh

“you’re a sweet kid kieran” vs “wHEN CAN I MOVE IN” GHALKSJGKLASJGLKAJSG

yeah okay i’ll go to the festival of masks sure seems fun

ugh YOU

fuckin. i don’t get a mask i guess. absolutely fantastic (sarcastic)

yeah sure i’ll battle whatever

“stop using supereffective moves” she says, like that will stop me

oh is poltchageist/sistcha a divergent evolution of the polteageist line? nice!

ogerpon’s stUPID FUCKING PONCHO JAKSJKSJGLKSJG

“say chansey” is cute but i’m unsure why cheese wouldn’t work like cheese is very much in this game

oh, thank you for the candy apple kieran!

what the fuck does OUSTIN mean, game. that is NOT a word, what the fuck

wait. it is. fuck

what if i just. didn’t go after ogerpon AJKLGSJGLK

okay well i can’t leave the festival or do anything else IN the festival so

this bitch is GOING to punch me in the face i guarantee it jvaslkgjlags

apparently everyone just thinks its a kid. wild

oh that’s a cute cute CUTE face

ogerpon’s adorable. alright

I SOMEHOW DON’T THINK IT’S A KID, CARMINE

kieran i would NEVER make fun of you what the fuck

carmine you are SO mean all the time i feel like jet at the end of the sonic riders dub

oh did the loyal three attack and ogerpon defended the village. makes sense for pokemon tbh

“passed down by word of mouth” just write it down, man

OH SHIT THE MASKS HAVE TERASTAL GEMS IN THEM FUCK

i’m sorry kieran i was specifically instructed to lie to you okay listen

i guess i’m not going to the festival of masks tonight? damn okay then

okay yeah this is pretty as fuck but i’ve been to area zero and i did expect it to look like this, carmine

oh! a mitotic! hi! what the fuck!

well that’s convenient huh. i’m not getting in the fucking pool, i guess

oh briar hi! are these terastal crystals? cause i’m pretty sure they are

water? eh close enough

oh he’s gonna summon the loyal three isn’t he. that’s probably not good

kieran in our defense we were specifically instructed to not tell you this like did you miss that part i know you were eavesdropping

if nothing else it seems like he’s gaining some self confidence from all this it seems like

oh they were stuck in the monument? that’s… a bit weird, but i’m sure it’s fine

sure wish someone who could understand pokemon was here (hint hint) THAT SURE WOULD BE HELPFUL HUH (HINT HINT)

sorry i just. i Miss him

guess i’ve gotta fight the loyal three now. bet

ooh triple battle?

nevermind. this blows

you’re trying to recreate the crater crew and it isn’t working i’m not as attached to these two

oh i just noticed that the flying taxi has noctowls instead of squakabilly in kitakami that’s cool!

ogerpon was running in lil circles around me while i wrote that this bitch cute as hell

sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran

HE GOT SO BIG

oh god HE ATE THE HERBA MYSTICA NOOOOOO adhsfjhfsfh

ogerpon cheering us on is adorable, oh my god

oh did kieran tell the village the truth i’m pretty sure he did

yup he did

i think this battle with kieran is the last of the story

oh damn he just COLLAPSED

okay do i battle ogerpon or does he just get in a ball

battle it is ig!

oh its poncho changes with its mask thats cool!

OH FUCK HE TERASTILLIZES WITH HIS MASKS JUST AUTOMATICALLY

“memories of adventuring with you grant ogerpon strength” THAT’S CUTE AS HELL WHAT THE FUCK

“memories of a partner from long long ago grant ogerpon strength” HEY WHAT THE FUCK OW

OH SHE’S A GIRL SHIT SORRY OGERPON DIDN’T MEAN TO MISGENDER YOU

her name WAS gonna be kieran but change of plans this is majora now

majora might be a guy actually i do not have a clue. i’m sure it’s fine

again. sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran but i can’t do shit about it

carmine my home is in another country i understand what you’re going for but i live in paldea

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THE GREAT CRATER. I’M GOING HOME FUCK ALL OF YOU

kieran what the FUCK is happening bud

oh god he’s pulling a paulo from pokemas isn’t he goddammit

did terapagos get to him. is he gonna get professor turo’d

guess that’s it! i’ll be back for this shit when the indigo disk drops ig

[kazuhasbunny]

ok idk if this is yr thing but. hear me out. razor with a gf (dats u) thats one of those little catgirl characters, and u go into heat every spring for a few weeks and just get so slick and needy everyday that hes just on a constant clock of having to fuck u until yr full and satiated until the next day when they gotta do it again. like when yr in heat u just produces so much slick and desperately need an outlet for it but he likes to tease u yknow, hes a mean little puppy, so he'll just rub his cock up against yr pussy but wont slide it in until it gets to the pt where yr almost crying begging for him to fuck u as hard as possible, u just need it so bad it almost hurts and when he finally pounds into u for like an hour, like youve cum all over him and its dripping out but its gotten him so horn knee he keeps fucking u even after the rut is over ❤

or 👀 razor but hes an actual wolf boy and he goes into heat every year for a few weeks, hes only ever gone into heat 2 or 3 times before but this is the first time hes had a partner w a little pussy to help him thru it so he just goes absolutely feral rutting into you as hard as he can. his claws r digging into yr thighs and yr neck and his teeth are bared, hes snarling but hes not angry, no, yr pussy just feels so good he doesnt know what else to do but just fuck you over and over and over again until youve cum countless times on him and hes pumped u full of himself and when hes finally done and he pulls out of u hes just so loving and apologetic-- he'll kiss u so softly and run his big hooked claws over yr thighs and yr soft bruised body ❤ but then he looks down and he sees yr legs r still open and his cum is still dripping out of u, yr pussy is so blushy and abused that it just starts him over again and his eyesight gets blurry and aw shit, here we go again

wolfboy razor in heat but his partner is too tiny for him to fit in at first, so hes gotta restrain himself and pump his cock to get off with one hand but the other hand is fingers deep into their pussy to get them loose and slick for him, then he just grabs their hips and slides his shaft between their folds to tease a lil bit, then boom hes forced it in all at once and the feeling of such a tight pressure squeezing around him almost makes him cum without even fucking them thoroughly-- his partners squeals and begs to slow down bc it almost hurts too much just make him even more lost in it and even more desperate to get off. he tries to apologize for the rough entry but he can barely focus on anything else but his instinct to breed them full so he rubs the little nub on the top of their stretched open entrance and uses his clawed hand to pull their folds open for easier in and out fucking

(wolfboy razor in heat cont.) at some point hes bred them so full the area below their bellybutton is almost slightly inflated w cum and he can see the shape of his cock showing thru, so he finally pulls out and releases his last load onto their abused red folds and gently fingers them/caresses their entrance to help them ride thru the aftershocks while his seed is still dripping out of them in ropes. his partner is exhausted and their eyes r shimmery w unshed tears after his rough fucking but when he kisses their neck and leaves gentle little nips on their throat and kisses them so much their lips turn as red and puffy as their clit its all worth it. heres hoping theyve got some plan b bc hes gonna be doing this for weeks, (unless they wanna be full of his pups and finish his heat early)-- but only after hes waited for their pussy to recover, yknow he always leaves them painfully sore yet satisfied so hes gotta wait b4 he can enter again and continue the cycle

of course, if they dont wanna let him abuse their pussy too much, hes always down for just laying back w his cock out so his partner can slide their mouth down onto him and let him grab onto their soft hair to face fuck em 👀 bc ive had a lotta thoughts abt razor w a thing for blowjobs

(okay since im on pc rn im gonna answer asks that are prolly from same anon thats like , long)

okay but .. bj with razor though .. just showing him that there's other ways to show how to please him ... since your pussy is definetly gonna be abused by the end of the day due to so much fucking ... him just using your mouth as a fleshlight and throatfucks you surely leaving you with a sore throat next morning .,, hmmmh this . the . im . hsdsnsmndmsndmnsmnm

[boom-bakugou]

“Compare” - Kirishima

A/N: fuck i just got bored and this came out of my head, enjoy some shameless smut!

Pairings: Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT smutty smut smut, a lot of Kaminari bashing (sorry) and the tiniest bit of angst i guess? Alcohol consumption oh and also choking, biting, bruising etc

Summary: Kaminari and you are finished, officially. But what is he in comparison to your roommate Kirishima?

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“Go away Denki!”

“Come on babe look I already said I’m sorry-“

“Get OUT! I’m telling you don’t come by anymore!”

Your bedroom was strewn with his clothes, things he had left over at your place during the course of your relationship. With one quick swoop you gathered everything you’d thrown about and shoved it into his chest with enough force for him to have to balance himself after it.

“You’re texting other girls and all you can say is sorry?” You felt your blood boil, irises blown with pure seething anger. “I’m done with you Denki! I’m tired of you telling me to trust you when I obviously can’t!”

You took small steps towards him and he edged back, slowly leading him to the front door without him even realising it.

“Babe look-“

“No! Don’t call me that! Get your sorry ass out of here now!” You scream, almost loud enough to make the walls shake.

Denki shut his mouth and exhaled disappointedly, barely looking at you. He held the bundle of clothes tightly in his arms and left without a word. The relief of hearing your front door lock was music to your ears and letting your shoulders fall you gave a sigh.

“Hey uh you okay?” Kirishima, your roommate poked his head out from behind a corner sensing that it was all over.

“I am now.” You tried to calm your tone but there was still left over malice behind it.

Kirishima gave you a sympathetic look and without a word, went to the kitchen and came back with two bottles in hand.

“You kinda looked like you needed it.” He smiled, holding a bottle out to you.

On further inspection it was a beer bottle and you took it with a small ‘thanks’ before heading to the living room, practically throwing yourself on it with your lips attached to the neck of the beer.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Like you didn’t hear all of it.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t wanna discuss it.”

“He’s just a dick who I gave too many chances and now I’m suffering the consequences.” You sigh, gulping the bitter liquid down to wash away the hot anger in your throat.

“Yeah what he did wasn’t exactly cool.” Kirishima muttered, following your stance in drinking. “He didn’t deserve you anyway.”

His comment took you a bit by surprise but right now it didn’t even show on your face. Too numb from the events prior.

“I’m still even wearing this dumb shirt he got me.” You grumble, pulling at the fabric with disdain.

“Do you wanna take it off?” Kirishima said before spluttering into his next statement: “Wait not like that I mean like do you wanna change?”

You chuckle at your roommate, honestly you couldn’t ask for a better one. Super nice, always helped do his bit with the apartment, super hot and an absolute gentleman. But you never really considered the third option when you were with Kaminari.

“I’ll leave it on.” Writhe in the sadness of it all being gone. “Just a little while longer.”

Kirishima looked you up and down with a small smile before pulling his phone out his pocket.

“Well I say we order takeout and watch badly rated Netflix movies.” He gave you a toothy grin as he showed you on his phone that he’d already had your favourite takeout place’s website on the screen.

“You read my mind Eiji.”

-

After a long while of you and Kirishima drinking and awful lot of beer and consuming a lot of take out, you two lay on the couch hazily talking with a movie paused half way through because the two of you got bored of it.

“Fuck like I know he’s your friend but he’s such a dick!” You giggle, face flush with your drunkenness, just like Kirishima’s.

“No you’re so right oh my god he’s barely even a man sometimes!” He jested, finishing whatever was left in his latest bottle of beer.

“Oh god even like the sex, Jesus for once I’d like to come too yknow?” You didn’t even fully realise that you had said that out loud as you went for a sip, blocking Kirishima’s shocked face.

“Wait really?” He asked innocently enough. It was weird how close you two had gotten in your drunken stupor, almost a hair away from actually touching.

“Yeah it fucking sucked.” You roll your eyes and there’s a long beat before the two of you say anything. Letting the uncomfortable air swarm around you.

“How come you’ve never had a girl over? Like I’ve never seen you with a girl as long I’d been with Denki.” You turn to face him, only to find that he’s already looking you over, as if seeing you in a new light.

“S’nothing really. Guess I just couldn’t find someone right.” He had a different thought in his head but he was scared to let it out, but the alcohol was pushing it to the forefront of his mind.

“Come on, not even one person?” You elbow him lightly and he looks away, a small smile peeking on his lips.

“Well the one person happened to have a boyfriend at the time.” He looks back up at you and it takes you a moment or two to figure out he means you. But in the few seconds that pass Kirishima’s face edges closer to yours, almost waiting for you to pull back but you don’t. Then your lips meet.

He tastes like beer but he smells like him and it’s heaven to your senses. You can’t help but run your hands through his hair as he grips your waist tightly. Before too long your kiss becomes heated, almost too drunk at some points as your teeth clash but you haven’t felt a spark like this in so long.

Kirishima guides you gently so you can straddle him as you kiss, your hands now ghostly moving underneath his shirt to trace his abs and you can feel him grow harder through your pyjamas and his basketball shorts. He takes your hint and breaks the kiss for breathing space and for him to clumsily tug off his shirt.

Seeing your lips bruised from kissing and your eyes dilated from pure lust made Kirishima absolutely feral for you, his hands greedily pulling you back in to have another taste of you before completely flipping you over on the couch so that he could look down on you.

“You look so fucking beautiful-“ He mutters against your lips, his hips rutting against yours carelessly but it feels so good right now you barely notice.

Kirishima pulls back before grabbing the hem of your shirt, a small smirk prying on his lips as he easily tears it in two, helping your arms slip out after before tossing it away.

“Eiji!”

“I didn’t need him in my way anymore.” His voice is a low growl as he kisses down your neck, your small whines vibrating your throat. Kirishima bites gently at your supple skin before kissing the pain away while his fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

Seconds of kissing and throwing off clothes feels like hours but neither of you care as you feel each other.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet already for me baby-“ Kirishima’s fingers rub against your folds before beckoning them to your lips to suck which you happily oblige. You hear his moan gargle in his throat as you twirl your tongue around his digits.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, he holds your chin gently with his thumb and finger; pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he slides in you. His hip stutter againsts yours as he feels your body taking him in.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good around my cock baby girl.” His hand slips down to the side of your neck, squeezing slightly as he begins to move.

“Please Eiji oh my god-“ You gasp, your back arching in pleasure as you feel so full with him.

“Please what baby? Come on, use your words.” His sentence is slightly drawn out with gasps as he moves inside you. He gives a slight warning squeeze to your neck as speaks which makes you whine even more.

“Fuck please fuck me Eijiro, ruin me.” Your last words are almost a whisper but it’s enough for him to pick up his pace, a devilish look on his face. His hands slip to your chest, pinching at your nipple and twirling them beneath his fingers as he grunts.

Kirishima leans down, pressing sloppy kisses along your chest and over your breasts while teasing with your nipples to make you squirm beneath him. While one hand holds your waist tightly enough to not hurt but would definitely leave bruises while the other rubbed circles on your clit, nearing you to screams which you held back and let them gargle in your throat.

“Don’t hold back baby-“ Kirishima said with one long drawn out thrust as he leant to whisper in your ear. “I want the whole apartment complex to know how good I’m fucking you.”

His voice nearly makes you see stars as you scream out his name, you’ve never seen him look so cocky but it gave you shivers all the way up your spine and straight to your stomach as you felt a familiar tension begging to be released.

“Fuck fuck fuck Eiji I’m gonna come fuck-“ You’re breathless as he shamelessly fucks in and out of you, holding your legs tightly around his waist so he can get the perfect angle.

“Come all around my cock princess.” Kirishima moans, feeling you get tighter around him as he neared his high too.

As you came it sent shockwaves down your body that you felt like you were flying but breaking apart at the same time, it wasn’t too long before Kirishima followed too, white ropes of come filling you up until he was bent over you panting.

“Fuck- That was amazing.” You place a hand on his face to turn it to look at you, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“Better than Kaminari?”

“Doesn’t even compare.”

[darker-soft-starker]

Starker High School AU Pt. 6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

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tw: general howard stark warning

---

There is a buzzing by his ear.

At first, Tony doesn’t really notice it, waking up in short increments before being pulled back under. But he keeps waking, unsure what keeps tugging him out of his dreams, hand flapping around his face as he tries to stop the incessant ringing.

“Blergh,” he mumbles into his pillow.

Batting his hand around to quell the source of annoyance, he comes to grip his phone, squinting as it lights up inches away from his face and vibrates against his palm. For a second he thinks it’s his alarm, but then he remembers that he didn’t set one. It’s a succession of text notifications cascading down his screen that alerts him out of the slope of slumber with a start.

The only time his phone goes off like this is an emergency. The first thing he registers is that it’s only eight-minutes after seven. He blinks, sight clearing from the sleep wedged in his eye as he reads the flurry of still-incoming texts.

> so thanks for last night > yknow > for the ride > i mean > you know what i mean > anyway > so that folder i gave you had my BIO notes, not econ > im such a doofus > i need them back > don’t bother looking at them lol > can we meet up?

Tony groans, eyelids heavy as anvils. Jesus christ. He didn’t get home until four after dropping this guy off and he’s already up and bothering him? What gives?

Exhausted and annoyed, he tucks his phone under his pillow and sets it on do-not-disturb for extra measure. There ain’t no way he’s getting up at seven on a Saturday for fucking class notes. Prick.

In his opinion, he’s filled his quote of good deeds for the month and he doesn’t need to be up for another few hours. Whatever it is, he thinks, snuggling into his pillow, he’s sure it can wait.

---

The next time he wakes it’s just after nine. There’s a gap in his curtains allowing a sharp shard of sunlight into the room where it directly pierces into his eyelids. 

He groans tiredly into the drool patch on his pillow, willing sleep to come back to him, turning on his other side, gripping the edges of the quilt and tightening it around himself until he is firmly cocooned within it. It’s nice and warm, and sleep is such a rare commodity to him so it’s novel to bask in its dregs. But there isn’t any more sleep to come he’s quick to realize, giving up after a few minutes and blinking up at the ceiling. 

Nine is practically six. It’s criminal to be up this early.

There’s an unusual flurry of texts on his phone, some from Rhodey, but most of them are from Parker, an endless ladder of increasing franticness. 

Tony tosses his phone to the end of his bed carelessly. 

It’s been literally less than twelve hours since he’s had to deal with the shithead. Surely whatever was lodged up his ass couldn’t possibly be as important as Tony ignoring him. 

Swinging his legs off the bed, he stands and stretches his arms up high, fingers curling. The stretch feels good and he takes a quick sniff of his armpits to gauge if he can forego a shower for the third day in a row. 

The stench is wicked. It’s possible that he’s overdue.

He strips off as he heads towards the adjacent bathroom, naked and nursing a semi.

He can’t help but shudder as his back meets the cold tiles, the intuitive shower head following his body with a mechanical whir, miscalculating its aim and spraying him in the face.

Ah. That will need to be recalibrated, he notes. 

But, he can’t say he really minds, tolerating the spray, even as it hits his mouth like a fire hose. He ducks his head to wet his hair, reaching blindly for the touchpad to dial down the pressure. Once the water is to his liking he reaches down to take himself in hand, leisurely stroking himself.

It’s just a perfunctory part of his morning ritual; he doesn’t really have anyone in mind as he brings himself to full hardness, just the fleeting memory of lips around his cock, the next of a well rounded ass, not feeling particularly creative. 

Okay, so maybe he pictures some big, brown eyes and dark hair he can run his fingers through. And maybe he goes off like a rocket. That’s his business.

Anyway, once he’s out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he inspects his appearance in the mirror. The bruises on his face are still pretty gruesome, deep purple and beginning to yellow around the edges. The cut on his lip seems to be well and truly scabby.

Turning to the side, Tony takes observation of his overall torso region; his stomach is not as defined as he’d like it to be - probably due to his affinity for carbs and sweets, if he’s honest. Between a few fingers he can pinch the skin and pull it a little -- and look, he’s a bit soft around the middle, but he lifts, alright. Maybe he isn’t exactly steel cut like the dudebros on the football team who have made being ripped their life mission, but he has musculature under the adipose.

Is he a little self-conscious about it? Sure. Is he worried about it enough to give up garlic bread and cronuts? No. Especially when he spots a new chest hair nestled comfortably between his pecs.

Probably a bit too proud of himself because of a singular piece of hair, Tony gets dressed in a pair of jeans that have seen better days, speckled with singe marks and thinning at the knees and a singlet, slinging on his leather jacket for the finishing touch. 

He almost forgets the bot.

“Look at you,” he says, to the mangled mess of metal on his desk. Scooping the injured, beeping bot Tony stuffs it into his backpack. “Come here, darling. Shh, you’re okay.”

Peering both ways out of the hall to ensure the coast is clear, he quickly descends the stairs, shushing the bot the whole way.

On the ground floor, he pauses when he hears voices coming from his father’s office. It takes a second to recognise the voices, his father and Stane arguing over one another, loudly, then softly. He tries to listen in, catching somewhat audible hisses about the company finance officer.

Careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak he tiptoes to the kitchen to pocket a few muesli bars and a water bottle from the fridge. 

The voices get progressively louder as he sneaks to the front door, silently saluting their maid as he passes. She waves back at him, offering a sympathetic smile as he goes out the door. 

His heart pounds as he reaches his car, parked around the corner street. 

“Alright, baby,” he grins, revving the engine. “Let’s go.”

---

“The fuck?”

It’s hard to be sure, but perhaps Rhodey doesn’t expect Tony’s unannounced arrival at his front door. Not if the furious scowl and bunny slippers on his feet are anything to go by.

Nonetheless, he slips past the front door, welcoming himself into his friends home, despite the exasperated outcry of for fucks sake Tony, it’s Saturday and it’s not even noon, can’t you call ahead? 

No, he can’t call. Well, actually, he reconsiders, heading down the hall to the basement, his friends footsteps echoing behind him, he probably could, but it wouldn’t make anyone less mad at him, so what’s the point?

Besides, judging by the empty driveway and barren living room, Rhodey’s family is already out, he’s not sure what the issue is.

“The issue is I am tired, man,” his friend complains, following him down the stairs. “What are you doing here?”

“Me too, honeybear, freakin’ exhausted,” Tony mutters, skipping down the stairs. “Go back to bed. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

“Oh sure, and let you solder your fingers together again. Nah. Not taking the fall for that.”

“I’m not going to solder my fingers together. I’m a pro.”

“Unless you need me to remind you of last summer,” Rhodey takes a seat at the workbench, “I suggest you shut up.”

“You’re rude, you know that?” Tony asks, retrieving the bot from his backpack and setting it upon the bench. “I’ll have you know that I’ve learned since then.”

“And yet you still refuse to wear gloves,” his friend sighs, settling heavily upon the adjacent chair. There’s a comfortable quiet between them while Tony works, carefully settling all the pieces onto the table, moving each with care.

It’s hard to miss the weight of observation on the back of his neck, but he lets his friend drink his fill before he’s ready to speak.

“You fuck up something?” He points to the bot.

Tony shakes his head, pressing the solder into the circuit board. “No. Well, yes. The coding is perfect, as usual, but this idiot isn’t any smarter than a Roomba. He’s meant to be smarter.”

“So?

“He is smarter. I dunno, sometimes he messes up,” Tony mumbles, reaching blindly for the bent-nose pliers before Rhodey places it in his hand. “He’s not bad, just dumb. It’s not his fault.”

“And again, what happened? Did you run him over?”

“No, the old man got sick of me playing with ‘toys’. Dumb-dumb here met the wall in a very dramatic fashion. It was an Oscar-worthy performance.”

There’s a sigh from behind him.

“Does that explain your face?”

Tony glances behind him and smirks. 

“You mean my dashing good looks?”

“Tony.”

“Honestly? I got into a fight with a feral racoon that ran off with some old lady’s purse. It nearly cost me an eye, but I saved the day. She called me a hero, gave me some stale crackers from her purse and then gave me her number.”

“Tony.”

“Fine. I was skateboarding. I was in the middle of executing a super complicated kickflip but lost control when an enlarged gutter rat scurried in front of me. I flew headfirst into the gravel. Very embarrassing. That work?”

“Tony.”

“Look, just leave it will ya? God, you’re like a nagging wife. Pick whichever story makes you feel all nice and fuzzy inside.”

Rhodey is suddenly before him, waving something in his face. “Your phone, jackass. Your better half is calling?”

Huh?

Tony blinks, gently setting down the pliers and the chip he’d removed, taking his phone. It vibrates, Your Better Half flashing across the screen. 

“Parker, ugh.” 

He really should have changed the contact name by now, he thinks, swiping to answer.

“Alcoholics Anonymous,” Tony answers by way of greeting. “How may I direct your call?”

“Ha ha, very funny, asshole. So you are awake. I’ve been trying to contact you all morning.”

“I know. I’m beginning to think you actually might have separation issues,” Tony says. “I just got rid of you like eight hours ago.”

“I’m calling about the folder. Didn’t you read my texts?“

“Oh, I read them,” Tony settles back on the stool and continues to work on the main circuit. “See, I was just ignoring you. Hoping you’d take the hint, but I forget subtlety is lost on you.”

“Look, I need my notes. Can we meet up?”

“Right, for Bio,” Tony rolls his eyes. “Can’t it wait until Monday?”

“No. I, uh -- I have a test first period. I need to study for it.”

“Uh-huh. Just remember, the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. You’ll be fine.”

“I take AP Bio, asswipe, I’m aware of that. Can I just get it back, please?”

“You take AP Bio? Was that an admin error or something?” he asks, holding the chip he’d retrieved earlier up to the light to inspect for any damage. 

It looks to be ok. The damage to the bot overall seems to be mostly cosmetic, couple of scratches, a few dents. Nothing that a few replacement panels wont fix. Whatever he hasn’t already got stored here Rhodey will surely have spare parts, it’ll be fine. God, what would he do if his friend didn’t lovingly tolerate Tony using his space for storage and barging in whenever he lucks. It’s lucky Rhode’s parents are so chill though, unlike his own. He may be a hot-head but he’s practically a saint compared to -

“ - hello? Are you still there? I can hear you breathing.”

Tony blinks. “Right. Your notes. Look, I’m kinda busy. I have a life outside of you and I don’t actually care about your academic integrity, so, you’re gonna have to wait.”

“For how long?”

“I’ll drop them off this evening, like six-ish. Hey, maybe we could do that interview with May if she’ll be around.”

“...I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

“C’mon, I already told you I’m not actually hot for your aunt. I’ll be professional.”

Rhodey shoots him a bewildered look.

“That’s not what -- look, whatever. Just don’t be late okay. I have a life outside of you too.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I’ll try and not get in the way of your weekend plans of crying while you masturbate.”

“I literally hate you.”

“And yet you aren’t denying the crying. Anyway, I have to go now, try to clean yourself up before I get there. See you at six, bubby,” he hangs up, cracking his neck before refocusing on his mangled creation. “Now where were we?”

“What the fuck.”

Tony pauses, pliers in hand. There is a particular expression on Rhodey’s face erring on the side of confused and haunted. 

“What?”

“’Bubby’?”

“Don’t say it like that - it’s like an inside thing. Don’t repeat it to him, alright, he’ll get pissy. And then I’ll get pissy.”

“You know it’s just a project, right? You two aren’t actually married.”

“Thank god. Could you imagine being married to that guy?” Tony shudders. “Scary.”

“Two weeks ago you said he was the bane of your existence. Now you have ‘inside things’ with him? You saw him last night?”

He sighs, shoulders dropping. Yeah, he doesn’t really have a good explanation for any of that. 

The thing about himself, Tony’s found over time and trial, is that he really, really likes to press buttons. He likes to test variables, wants to see what would happen if he did something he wasn’t supposed to, and map out the world as it occurs in motion around him. Curiosity means he likes to test the parameters, to see what can yield, what will bite back.

More often than not that kind of impulsive brand of curiosity has gotten him in some sort of trouble. Turns out not everything and everyone appreciates being tested - and many things like to lash out when pressed.  

Parker, Tony has found, is somebody that doesn’t yield or bite. If Tony was a betting man he’d have placed his money on the boy being more of a yielding type - but what he does is he presses buttons just as much as Tony does, buttons he didn’t even know he had to be pressed. 

And that very much interests Tony.

He just doesn’t know what to do with that information, except to keep pressing.

“I’ll explain later,” Tony promises, mentally crossing his fingers. “In the meantime, can we forget about Parker and focus on my broken baby here?”

Rhodey relents, but Tony knows that look in his eye. He’ll be hearing about it later and at the most inconvenient time. And he’s gonna tell Pepper.

Wonderful.

He really should change Peter’s contact name in his phone.

---

By the time he leaves the Rhodes residence and heads to his next destination, his robot is in somewhat in working order again. It remains fairly immobile though, just until Tony can replace the damaged infrared and touch sensor. It clicks its metal claws sadly towards Tony in the passenger seat as he drives.

It’s a Roy Orbison kind of day, so the music is loud and the guitar is heavy as he makes the drive to Harlem.

And if Tony frees a hand to pat the bot on its’ metal head every so often, that’s his business.

When he reaches the other side of the city he parks in his usual space at a nearby lot and contemplates whether or not he should leave the malfunctioning bot in his car for the sake of being professional. It clicks at his jacket, weakly grasping the material as if on a plea - and damn, Tony knows the thing isn’t actually sentient but what kind of asshole would he be if he left it here for the day.

Heart squeezing with sympathy, Tony delicately places him in the backpack, leaving the zip partially open for ‘air’.

Next, snacks.

While he’s retrieving a pack (or two) of Reeses, he comes across Parker’s folder that he’d stashed there last night. Their conversation from earlier returns to the forefront of his mind.

Look, Parker might not be the knuckle-dragging, monosyllabic dumbass Tony initially suspected that he was, and yeah he was savvy as demonstrated during their trip to the rental market - and yeah, definitely smarter than his social circle would suggest, and is absolutely and a source of constant surprise to Tony - but is he AP Bio - or AP anything material? 

Time to find out.

The first thing that Tony notices is that the notes are definitely not for Bio. They’re for Econ, as initially prescribed. 

The second thing he notices, as he flicks through the papers, skimming over the complicated graphs and annotated research, is that what he’s reading is actually good. 

Well, I’ll be darned, Tony thinks, eyes getting progressively wider as he flicks through the pages. Not bad at all.

Makes him wonder why Parker thought he was missing his Bio notes though.

The answer to that becomes clear when a crumpled envelope falls out of the stack onto Tony’s lap. He picks it up, at first thinking it’s a part of the research, but pauses. It’s open and it’s addressed to May Parker.

“Um,” he says.

It’s from Queens Presbyterian Hospital, which should make him drop it as if it were burning. It doesn’t, though. Either it’s meant to be included in the folder, or it’s not and that’s why Parker has been acting like a crazy-ex all morning.

Hmm. Tony sits there, torn, debating whether or not to look into it, the overdue stamp standing out against the crisp paper like a warning sign. On one hand, he’s running kinda late and, y’know, privacy or whatever -- on the other, his fingers are already itching to know what’s in it.

Mind your own business, he can already hear Rhodey saying, mind your own business, Tony.

Curiosity and a distinct lack of a moral compass wins, as always. Just a quick peek, that should be okay, right? The envelope is already open anyway, so, it’s not like anyone will be able to tell.

God, this is none of my business, he tells himself, even as he’s retrieving the letter from within and starts reading it. 

Oh.

Tony quickly stashes the letter back into the envelope and back into the folder. Yep, definitely none of his business. 

Yeah, he really shouldn’t have done that. Big fucking yikes on his behalf. And yep, there’s the guilt -- or at least he thinks the stomach churning is guilt, it could be the stale muesli bar he ate on the way.

Nonetheless, it hangs over him like a dark cloud as he picks up his backpack and heads out to the garage across the road. What kind of asshole looks into someone’s mail because they can’t help themselves. This dick, that’s who.

Fixing a grin he doesn’t really feel, he heads to the back office. He knocks on the window, ducking his head into the open door.

“Yo,” he waves to the man sitting behind the desk. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey kid,” the man looks up, smiling before his face drops. “Tony, your face. What happened?”

“This? It’s nothing --”

“-- is that why you couldn’t come to work yesterday? Not that I mind,” the man stands up. “Are you okay? Was it --”

“-- Was it nothing to worry about? Absolutely,” Tony holds his hands up in surrender. “Just an unfortunate encounter with a wild, feral squirrel in Central Park. I tell you, they’re deceivingly cute, but they’re pests. Totally out of control.”

“Tony.”

“Jarvis,” he interrupts, gesturing to the cars in the garage behind him. “C’mon. Look, let’s get to work, okay? Save the violins for later.”

And by later he means never.

The man sighs, world-weary, looking at him like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. At first he’s certain his boss is going to push the issue, but it must be a day for dodging bullets because he relents.

“Alright, kid. I got a ninety-four Ford sedan back there with your name on it. Busted fan belt, overheated engine. Probably needs a new set of spark plugs while you’re at it.”

With a grateful nod, Tony heads back, locating the vehicle in question. It’s rusted to all hell and probably not worth the cost of repair, but he gets stuck into it anyway, keen for a distraction. He sets his bag and bot down near him while Jarvis blasts Alice Cooper’s Poison.

Tony might not have all the answers to life’s problems, but this is something he knows how to fix.

---

He probably distracts himself a little too well, because by the time he’s wrapped up with the Ford it’s already five-thirty and he’s a mess of engine oil and coolant.

It’s only when Jarvis squeezes his shoulder and points to the clock on the far wall does he realise that he’s lost his sense of time. How the fuck is he supposed to clean up and get all the way from Harlem to Queens at this time of night?

“Ah, crap,” Tony mutters, setting down his socket-wrench in his toolbox. “I’m late.”

“Late for what? You got a hot date or something?” Jarvis asks, stepping back to give him some room as he rushes to the staff bathroom. 

“What, no,” He calls back, running the faucet and pumping soap over his hands. “I gotta go see about a guy.” He struggles to hear his boss over the running water but he doesn’t have time to stop and figure it out. 

“From school?”

“Yes, and a prime pain in my ass,” Tony mutters, drying his hands on his jeans, walking back into the garage. “Anyway, see you Monday, chief?”

His boss nods, passing Tony his earnings for the week in cash. Tony should have known to dash and run because he starts hearing the proverbial violins when Jarvis clamps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in a way that is more paternal than Tony is comfortable with. 

“You know you can call me, you have my number. You come up and see me and the missus whenever you want.”

Tony fake snores.

“Jarvis.”

“We have a spare room,” he insists, shrugging sheepishly and stepping back. “It’s yours at any time.”

“I see you enough, okay, don’t push it. I’ll see you Monday,” Tony draws him into a one-armed hug and claps him on the back. “Don’t you worry about me.” 

“Don’t make me worry.”

“No promises,” Tony salutes, slinging his backpack on shoulder and walking backwards out of the garage to the street. “Hug the missus for me.”

Jarvis salutes back. 

With that he sprints across the street when there’s a gap in traffic, bot snapping gently at his hair as he runs.

Sweaty and sore, he is full of energy, a sense of accomplishment coursing through his blood, like an afternoon of work can only provide. He should fire off a text, he thinks, as he starts the ignition and heads out onto the road, yeah. Let Parker know he will be late.

And he does genuinely mean to send a message at the next traffic stop, but then Queen starts playing on the radio and Tony isn’t a fool, okay, he turns that up loud.

Next traffic stop, he promises himself.

---

“I’m beginning to think you can’t read the time,” Parker opens the door with a scowl. “You said six.”

Wincing in the hallway, Tony looks at his phone. Six-fifty-nine. It’s not totally his fault, okay. There was a pile up along the way and traffic was a nightmare of  ridiculous proportions. He swears he’s gonna be the first person to invent a commercially viable flying car just for the sake of personally avoiding road congestion.

“Yeah, so. Here’s the thing: I had things to do, okay, priorities --”

“You and your priorities, I swear to god --”

“Here,” Tony cuts him off, passing him his folder, letter neatly inside where it isn’t going to obviously slip out. “Your folder, dumbass.”

Peter grips it, holding it to his chest as he stares at Tony for a moment, before passing it to the nearest flat surface, a weathered and small table that holds their keys.

“Okay, thanks,” Peter nods, smiling grimly, looking behind his shoulder. “Appreciate it. You can go now.”

“So where are the Econ notes,” Tony blurts, wincing as he plays dumb. “I mean, if you had something prepared.”

Peter blinks, surprised. “Oh, uh. Um, It can wait until Monday, can’t it?”

“The assignment is due Wednesday.”

“Right. Um, just give me a sec --”

“Is that Tony?”

May appears behind Peter, smiling brightly. Tony waves, rocking back on his feet. 

“Hey, Missus Parker.”

“Hey there, handsome,” she hip-checks her nephew, joining him in the doorway and glancing between the two. “You didn’t mention we were having company tonight, Pete.”

“He’s not handsome and he’s not staying --”

“-- I was just dropping something off,” he looks to Peter. “And excuse you, the lady has spoken and I have to agree. I am handsome. Some might even say that I’m debonair.”

“And some might say that you’re deplorable.”

“Hmm, I think you mean adorable.”

That prompts a smile out of Peter. He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up, all haughty.

“Tony Stark, you are many things, but adorable isn’t one of them.”

He leans in, pouting playfully. “Oh come on, Parker. I’m a little cute, aren’t I?”

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

“Uh, let me check,” Peter pauses before smiling sardonically. “Verdicts in - jury says you’re one-hundred-percent despicable. Sorry.”

"I’m sure I could sway the jury.”

“I think you mean you could pay the jury.”

Tony nods, pretending to be serious. “Well, yeah. You know, for consensus.”

Peter licks his lips, shifting closer.

“Consensus is important...”

“...Well, if you two are done,” May says after an extended period of silence, tying her hair back into a ponytail. “We were just about to head out to a Thai place around the corner. Tony, you should join us.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I should go --”

The rest of his words are cut off by a truly monstrous growl of his stomach. He winces, scrunching up his nose sheepishly. He probably should have eaten more than Reeses all afternoon.

“Well, I guess that settles that,” May says, stepping out of the doorway and beckoning Tony in. “Come in. Sorry about the mess.” 

It’s with Peter still staring at him that he reluctantly enters their apartment, brushing past the other boy. It looks the same as it did the other week, mostly tidy and smelling like incense. There’s a sizeable stack of unfolded laundry on the dining table, however, that wasn’t there before. 

Tony’s distracted by a pair of dancing-bulbasaur boxers sticking out of the pile when May leans in close to sniff at his hair. 

“You’ve got something in your hair, honey. Is that paint?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, palm coming back streaked with green. “Oh, uh, radiator fluid,” he explains, holding up his hand. 

“Can I ask what you did to your face?”

“I saved a homeless guy and his beef-sandwich from a pack of rabid, angry dogs. No need to call me a hero.”

May looks at him oddly. “Oh, well, if you say so. Go get yourself washed up and we can head out.”

The burn of Peter’s stare follows him all the way to their bathroom.

---

The meal is less awkward than Tony thought it would be.

Well, for him at least.

Over larb and khao pad they’d gotten through an informal interview with May about her experience as a caregiver with a single income. Not only was it informative for his own future financial independence, but she has been generous enough to speckle in colorful anecdotes of her nephew’s upbringing. Parker’s face has been getting progressively redder all night and it has nothing to do with the spice in his food.

Tony has enjoyed the evening thoroughly.

“ - and of course, we were lucky we hadn’t decided to go cheap on the health insurance. Especially when Pete here broke his wrist at gymnastics when he was eight.”

Tony barely holds back a snort. 

“You did gymnastics, Parker?”

Peter tips his head back to stare at the ceiling and sighs. The flush seems to be creeping down his neck too, Tony observes gleefully. He stuffs a large mouthful of rice in his mouth to mitigate the urge to tease. 

"Yes, he was very good, weren’t you, Pete? So talented, you should see his medals.”

“Stop, please.”

“C’mon, no need to be embarrassed, Pete, you were amazing,” she says. “You’re still a flexible little bug, aren’t you?”

Tony chokes on his rice.

Peter has his eyes squeezed shut and looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. 

“May, I’m literally begging you.”

“Uh,” he beats at his chest with his fist, swallowing roughly. “So how long did you do that for?”

“Until I was fourteen.”

“Why’d you quit?”

There’s a very deliberate, weighted pause. May and Peter share a look between them and Tony gets a deeply uncomfortable sense that he’s just stuck his foot in it. Retract, he thinks, already regretting opening his mouth.

“Well,” May clears her throat, her tone light. “After my husband, Pete’s uncle Ben died, we moved away and we had to make some... financial cuts at the time.”

The bite he’s just taken goes to ash in his mouth. God, he really is a big idiot isn’t he. He’d assumed that May never got married to the man in the photos or that they’d just divorced, he didn’t realise that he’d passed - and so recently, too. Welling up with shame, he can’t stop himself from glancing at Peter, who’s staring at the table, lips pursed.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to - I didn’t know. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” May waves her hand dismissively, but her smile is strained. “Anyway, what about you, Tony? You’re severely asthmatic, right? That must have been hard, growing up if you wanted to play sports.”

Tony’s eyes widen.

“Yes, um, so hard. Luckily I’m not really an exercise-y kinda guy. I personally prefer to keep a heart rate below eighty beats per minute.”

“Did you have any hobbies growing up?”

“Yeah, driving my parents crazy,” Tony says, glad for the shift from the somber topic. “Escaping from nannies, seeing how quickly I could get them to quit.”

“You like tinkering,” Peter says quietly, looking up. “You mentioned, before. Cars and stuff.”

He shrugs, starting to feel as if he’s under the microscope, especially when Peter looks at him, eyes glittering with thinly-veiled interest. 

“I mean, I don’t know. I like - building stuff, I guess. Machines and robots, y’know, cars. It’s like, whatever.”

“You want to be the next Elon Musk or somethin’?” Peter asks, not unkindly, resting his chin on his hand.

“Nah, I wanna be the first Tony Stark,” he scratches his cheek, suddenly bashful. It’s an uncommon feeling for him. One hard to avoid, however, particularly when there is a boy who Tony doesn’t really hate who’s asking about his life like it might matter. 

He clears his throat. “Anyway, mostly it was just me cataloguing all the ways I could make the vein in my fathers’ head pop. I’m still working on that.”

May looks between them, smiling.

“Sounds like you were a handful.”

“Sure was.”

Still is, apparently, no matter how much he tries to stay out of the way.

The silence that follows is punctuated by the sounds of cutlery scraping across plates, of shrinking ice cubes rattling against glass. It feels pensive at the same time as it does thorny, like Tony opened the door to let someone in but accidentally let out a few ghouls.

And despite knowing he’d stepped on a landmine with the Parkers, he can’t help but wonder what other pieces of the puzzle he’s missing. Why Peter doesn’t live with his parents. Not that Tony is invested in him or anything.

He just doesn’t like mysteries, that’s all.

May excuses herself after to head to the bathroom not long after. It’s during that time that the waiter brings the check, which Tony takes immediately, slipping in some of the cash he’d gotten earlier, despite Peter’s protests. He was gonna do it anyway, even if he didn’t have the letter in the back of his mind.

“Stop paying for me,” Peter says after he passes the check-book back to the waiter. “Your family is rich, I get it. I’ve told you, I don’t need your charity.”

Tony shakes his head. It’s not worth mentioning that the only money he spends doesn’t come from his family.

“It’s not charity. Do you really think I’m that nice, eh? C’mon. Maybe I like lording it over you.”

“Well, at some point I’m going to pay you back.”

“And when that time comes I’m not going to accept your money.”

“You will,” Peter smiles wryly down at his plate. “I have my ways.”

“As do I, sweetums. Now, do me a favour: shut up and finish your larb.”

Peter does, but something about him shifts. It seems more quiet and contemplative, his eyes staying longer on Tony than they normally would. He wants to tell him to take a picture, but for once, Tony thinks it’s probably best if he keeps his mouth shut.

---

Back at the apartment, Peter goes to retrieve his ‘Econ notes’, taking the folder from the table and retreating to his bedroom. In the interim, May offers to let Tony stay over, inviting him for what he’s sure would be a rousing game of Mario Kart. 

He politely declines.

“You sure? Winner gets to choose a movie.”

“I should really get home,” he says. “Thanks though. And thanks for dinner.”

“No problem. Thank you for paying, you didn’t have to do that. Let me pay you back.”

“No need. Think of it as payment for your services and letting us pick your brain tonight.”

She reluctantly accepts with a lot less pride than what her nephew displayed and that makes Tony feel a little sick, because it’s evident that she’s a proud and stubborn woman by nature. Her acceptance, albeit laboured, speaks volumes as to the reasoning behind it.

What takes him by surprise is when she hugs him goodbye and kisses his cheek.

“You’re a good egg, Anthony. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

It’s probably the most maternal touch he’s had since, well. Probably since he last went to stay with Jarvis and his wife. Fidgeting in the hold, he’s not sure if he wants to squirm or to sink into it.

May leaves when Peter comes back in, a familiar stack of notes in his hands that he passes to Tony.

“You gonna kiss me goodbye, too?”

“What?” Peter blinks.

"Uh, never mind,” Tony waves the papers at him. “Thanks for this.”

Peter looks around to make sure they’re alone before leaning in rather promptly. 

“Wow, hold up on the proximity there,” Tony inches back, startled by their sudden closeness. “I was joking about the kiss --”

“You read the letter, didn’t you,” Peter whisper-hisses.

“What? Letter? What letter?” Tony says, voice strangled. “I don’t know of any letter.”

He gets a painful poke in his chest for his lies.

“Don’t play dumb. It wasn’t where I left it.”

“I’m not -- ow, quit poking me.”

“Then stop lying. You’re unbelievable -- don’t you know that opening someone else’s mail is a crime?”

Tony’s shoulders slump as he concedes.

“Look, it was an accident, it just slipped out. And also, it’s not technically a crime, if the envelope was already open.”

“Oh and the letter magically opened itself and forced you to read it.” 

“That could be argued.”

“Why couldn’t you mind your own business?“

Sick of being poked, he shoves the papers between his arm and his ribs to hold them and takes Peter’s fingers in his hands, squeezing the digits when they struggle to break free of his hold.

“I should have, I admit it - I didn’t think, okay, I’m sorry. Is she okay?”

Peter stops struggling, looking over his shoulder again.

“I don’t know,” he leans in again to whisper, “I only found it yesterday, I haven’t spoken to her yet. Look, I know you hate me, but can you please not tell anyone about this?”

“Why would I tell anyone?”

“I don’t know, because you’re the devil, and you get a kick out of seeing me suffer?”

“True, but I’m not going to tell anyone. Promise. That would make me look like an asshole and you like a martyr. Ergo, I shut my cake hole and continue looking better than you.”

“You’re a real prince charming,” the other boy huffs, but seems to take him at face value. “If I find out differently I’m going to come after you. You’re going to need dental work afterwards.”

Tony lets go of their joined hands, balling his fists and raising them to his face, mimicking what the other boy had done last night. 

“You wanna tousle, huh?”

He gets a light shove out the doorway for his attitude.

“Alright, smartass. Get the fuck outta here already.”

“Going, going. Goodnight, princess.”

He mock bows, peering up under his eyelashes, momentarily arrested as he watches Parker roll his eyes and bite his bottom lip in an attempt to smother a smile. 

His heart continues to beat a bit oddly all the way down to the car, where he sits in contemplative silence for a few moments until the sound of metal clicking shifts him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, hey you,” he coos, gently retrieving his bot from his bag and placing it in the passenger seat, instantly feeling bad. “I didn’t think I would take so long. I’m sorry.”

Placing a seatbelt over the bot and buckling him in, Tony begins to narrate his night to him as he pulls off the curb and begins driving.

“I guess that Parker isn’t so bad,” he tells the bot, who swivels its head in response to his voice. “I mean, he can’t dress for shit and has questionable tastes in friends - oh, and cannot hold his liquor - but I dunno, baby-bot. He’s okay. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though -- and oh my god, did I mention he did gymnastics, what a fucking dork...”

The thoughts churn and buoy him until he pulls up to his house nearly an hour later. From the driveway he can see his fathers office light still on.

The sight of it makes his stomach drop, all good cheer gone in an instant. 

“Damn,” Tony whispers to himself, tapping his knuckles against the steering wheel. This time of night on a Saturday can only mean one thing and he is really not in the mood to be in the crosshairs of whatever his father and Stane are up to.

But before he can work himself into a worry his phone vibrates in his pocket.

> hey, look, thanks for not being a total dick tonight about everything > and last night as well, I guess > yknow what i mean < ur welcome < by the way, i’m proud of you  > for what < not finishing off ur aunts beer tonight < takes strength < asking for help is the first step > omfg i take back what i said > ur the worst < and ur a pain in my ass > they have creams for that u know > anyway, g’nite, butthole > p.s. you’re still not adorable Tony smiles down at his phone. < goodnight bambi The bot clicks at him, breaking him out of his train of thought.

“Don’t look at me like that. Let’s go in, but you gotta keep quiet, okay.”

He manages to avoid detection and attention from anyone, despite accidentally stepping on a squeaky floorboard. Maybe it had something to do with the record player and raucous laughter coming from the office.

In any case, Tony’s just happy to make it back to his bedroom. There, he toes off his sneakers and starts getting ready for bed, stashing the leftover cash into a drawer.

It makes him think about Peter’s reluctance for Tony to pay for over the last couple of instances, and how freaking annoying that is. And rude. 

Honestly, the dude should count himself as one of the lucky guys - Tony is not that magnanimous. He doesn’t experience an impulsive, unthinking eagerness to provide for just anybody.

Oh.

Tony stills in the middle of his bedroom.

Oh no.

He knows what this is.

“This is bad.”

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[kiss4kazu]

Hi! could I request some headcanons for what kissing Ashe and Dimitri (Felix too if thats not too much if not its fine) would be like for the first time?

☆ first time kisses with ashe, dimitri, felix 

↳ ashe babie boy 

although ashe is really innocent and pure i think he’s easily one of the most romantic in blue lions and would really go above and beyond always for the person he loves. 

i know a lot of people probably see ashe as someone being too reluctant and nervous to actually ever make a move first but i think if he really liked someone, he’d be extremely obvious about it, blushing like crazy, a stuttering mess, etc and after enough pep talks from sylvain he’d finally make a move to ask u out on a date and it would be an absolute wreck.

would literally put together something so fckin cheesy n corny but in the most adorably ashe way that it makes you want to punch him from being so precious

like a cute picnic or something by a lake and he’d make cute little cakes with some help from annette and it would just be so pure. 

he’d rehearse how he’s going to confess in his head like a million times but when the moment actually comes it ends up just being a jumbled up mess filled with “ums” and he’d try to stick to the script him and sylvain came up with and get out a “y-you’re r-really… u-uh… p-pretty..” but then he’d fuck it all up by saying something weird n dorky like “a-and you s-smell really nice… w-wait that’s weird i’m sorry-” and you’d just hold back ur laughter, ur heart swelling with so so much affection for him. 

ofc he’d ask for permission to kiss you, cheeks crimson and his eyes looking up at yours like tht one starry eyed emoji. you’d give him a vocal response, since he rly needs that reassurance. no stutters just “of course ashe” and he’d smile so so big and then just swoop down totally uncoordinated. 

would probs miss your lips and have to readjust. 

kissing ashe for the first time would be … messy. he’s not experienced at all, and doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he’d honestly be a dead fish for a good few moments. but as you ease him more into the kiss, he’d loosen up a bit, tilt his head and just stop overthinking. his lips would be really warm and would taste so sweet from the cake and he’d smile so hard into the kiss that your teeth end up bumping into each other and you’d pull away laughing

ashe kisses are the best honestly the butterflies fireworks the whole shebang yknow. 

as he gets more confident he’d probably try out a few things he’s seen in books like slipping his tongue in and would be completely taken aback by just how nice it feels. would probably whine into the kiss, cradle your face in his hands, and once you guys pull apart for some air he’d just breathe heavily against your lips with the dopiest smile on his face :( <3 

he’d be rly slap happy after kissing you for the first time and would probably tackle u onto the picnic blanket laughing from happiness kissing your face everywhere and showering you in compliments, shoving his face into ur neck and just breathing in ur scent. 

he’s very clingy ok. 

↳ dimi !!

whew. ok so we’re gonna do academy phase dimi since feral dimi is uh… probs not sfw & violent skjdfjslkjfd  

academy phase dimi knows NOTHING about kissing n he has 0 experience so it takes him forever n a day to finally get the balls to kiss u and when he does … whew. 

i can imagine kissing dimi to be during like , a deep convo or something late at night, when he’s having trouble sleeping or something and ur just running ur fingers through his hair, listening to him as he vents and admiring the sound of his voice bc he’s always more talkative at the dead of night when he’s sleep deprived. 

he’d just look at u so so lovingly and it would be suffocating and ur just staring at his lips but u know ur probs way in over ur head bc uh he’s the future king of faerghus 

but then he’d ask for permission too like ashe tbh bc he’s just polite like tht and has too good mannerisms 

plus he cares a lot about your comfort and would never want to make u feel unsafe or uncomfy especially by his doing

and you would nod with quickness n he’d waste not a second to connect ur lips 

kissing dimi is like a trance tbh, type of kiss that feels like something in u is short-circuiting 

literally the type of kiss that makes ur knees buckle u know the ones. 

he’s a rly rly good kisser n it makes no sense bc he’s literally never kissed anyone before in his life n it kind of makes u mad bc why is he perfect 

a rly rly passionate kisser and he can be kind of rougher than he intends to bc he’s not good with fragile things 

clearly v dominant in the kiss, one hand with an iron grip on ur hip the other tangled up behind ur neck, gripping ur hair. after a while gets reluctant and starts to overthink things and pulls away apologizing for being too rough

you’d probs have to reassure him a million times tht its okay dimi ur not hurting me!! 

he’s rly touch starved tbh so he always tends to take pecks into full-blown makeout sessions or when he intends to just kiss ur forehead he ends up kissing ur cheeks too, ur jaw, down ur neck just riling himself up tbh and then he finally  looks up at u with his eyes all dark n ur just like … here we go

did i mention he groans a lot during kisses bc he does 

dimi’s other sides shining through when his emotions overwhelm him is just .. dimitri 101. 

he’s rough, seemingly an expert at this shit, his tongue shoving past your lips and completely taking u off guard. he’d literally kiss you so hard your head would spin and he’d do it all with a blush on his face bc he’s still a shy babie.  as soon as the moment is over he’s back to stuttering n being all awkward boyish prince. 

he’s also the type to shower u in compliments between kisses.

kisses lips “you’re so gorgeous” smooches neck “so amazing” kisses jaw “goddess i love you” 

im scream crying

↳ felix too bc WHY NOT ! i love him 

listen. 

this little fucker kisses the life out of people u heard it here first folks. 

he’s 100% a heat of the moment type of kisser. it could go two ways tbh. like if you got hurt or something on his behalf he’d scream at you with glossy eyes for a good 5 minutes and then just stare at you all >:( and then he’d just grab you and  kiss the fuck out of you.

probably the most passionate kisser out of the three, he kisses to the point where u can’t feel ur toes and stuff he’d just completely indulge without any fucks given bc he almost lost you and he’s not good with explaining his emotions so hopefully this helps you understand. 

the other way i can see a first kiss going down with felix is more.. vulnerable, despite his hard exterior. he is rough and mean but it’s not bc he’s genuinely a bad person he just has walls built up so high tht its impossible for anyone to rly climb over 

to get a kiss from lix, u definitely have to have climbed over tht wall of his, or just fly a wrecking ball through it n send it crumbling to the ground

you’re literally the only exception, the only person who can rly get through to him 

he’d probably turn to you for comfort a lot, when dimitri agitates him with memories of glenn or his dad says something that ticks him off and he wants to punch something he’d just go to you instead, knock on ur door and just waltz in like he owns the place, sitting down on ur bed and u would know he wants cuddles bc this is how felix communicates 

if he had to actually say “i want cuddles” out loud he’d probably shoot himself in the foot with an arrow so he’s glad u understand, u always understand him just by looking at him n it’s reassuring bc he’s never been good with words.

its kind of cringe to him that he likes being held but shocker he likes being held 

he also rly rly likes it when u play with his hair he’s like a cat he will literally start nuzzling into you, so warm and pliant to your touch

ok im getting distracted back to the kissing shit

felix would probably just be rly overwhelmed with emotions n he doesn’t rly know how to tell u “i like u” so he just says “im going to kiss you.” like a literal statement n then he does it n ur just like o-o bc wtf. 

if ur not responsive at first he’d just pull away after a while and wouldn’t meet eyes with u and be all blushy. 

would let out a tch like the little shit that he is, and u have to turn his face so he’s properly looking at u again and meeting eyes with u 

he looks so vulnerable and stupidly gorgeous so u kiss him this time so he knows the feeling is mutual and it’d take him a min to really gather whats happening but once he does he’d literally. suck. the. life. out. of. your. face. period. 

felix kisses r rough n messy n just completely self-indulgent and he groans shamelessly when u pull his hair tie out from his bun and tug at his hair yes i have a thing for felix’s hair leave me alone.

gives 0 fucks would literally shove his tongue down your throat pull you flush against him and he always calls sylvain insatiable but rly its this fucker who’s insatiable he is literally eating your face. 

you’d have to pull him away from you and he’d just pant so hard against your lips and look at you like he wants to devour you and its kind of overwhelming bc he’s fucking hot !!!!! 

would shove his face into ur neck and mumble out an “i like you”  and u would tease him n be like “what did you say i cant hear u?” and he’d elbow u in the ribs  and groan into ur neck and u would laugh n kiss his head, telling him u like him too

at tht he’d lift his head up, his hair falling over his amber eyes and u would just push the strands away from his face and kiss him softly one last time before going back 2 ur conversation about punching sylvain’s face or sumn

anyway i love felix thanks 4 coming to my ted talk. 

requests are open! <3

- vivi ★

[cottoncandyjester]

heyo I was wondering if I could have some tendou comfort sex for a transgender y/n (ftm) who got deadnamed/misgendered and feel rlly bad about it? just tendou praising them and telling them how valid and handsome they are ♡♡ tysm!!

Oh as a trans man I felt like this was personal

this made me feel all warm and nice so thank you for asking for such a thing💖

[D/N]= dead name

Warning this story contains: wholesome sex, tendou being goofy during sex, praise, slight angst in the beginning

A normal date, it was supposed to be a normal date. You and Tendou went out for boba then walked around the mall hands laced together while the redhead was telling you some story about work

"so he ordered a custom made chocolate to look like babydicks and I was like oh alright cool but he wanted the inside to be cream filled and I didn't know what to say! Like what am I supposed to say when this big guys looks me in my eyes and tell me that he wants three dozen baby dic-"

"hey! [D/N]!"

Tendou's very amusing story was interrupted by a loud voice along with loud footsteps before you could react you felt a sharp slap on your back and you turned around to see a familiar group of people

"yo! Girl where have you been!? After high school you completely just vanished"

You were tense your heart hammering in your chest as you looked at the faces of the people who made your life a living hell, yet here they were acting sweet and nice..they weren't even saying the right gender.

I wanna go home

Stop saying that name

Leave me alone

You weren't even listening as the group of friends ranted about your old high school days, you felt dizzy and like you wanted to puke and before you knew it you felt something wet on your cheeks.

"heyyy, you guys have been talking for a while and irs all been trash. So could you shut up?"

Tendou's voice snapped you out the panic attack you were in and you felt the male pull you close to his chest holding the back of your head tightly with an annoyed huff

"don't you idiots know gender? You've been saying her and she this whole time and using a weird name that's not his name..it's [y/n]!"

"huh? You changed your name, it's cause you wanna be like a boy? It's a lesbian thing yeah?"

Tendou tensed up and anger bubbled within him, he was going to make a scene but he felt you tugging his shirt which made him pause to look at you

"I wanna go, please satori"

That's all he needed to hear before he guided you away taking you home, the entire time you were silent which scared tendou since he couldn't get you to crack even a smile.

Once you two got home tendou watched you go to the room and he tried to think if a way to cheer you up and an idea came to him. He stripped before grabbing a can of whip cream before sneaking into the room only to burst it open and hear a loud surprised yelp from you

Your eyes landed on his dick before a sniffle came from you as you sat up

"not in the mood for banana sundae tori go away"

"come onnnn~ my cute boy don't want to have fun? [Y/n], babyyy"

His singsong like tone made you fight a smile as he crawled onto the bed before spraying whip cream in his mouth before making kissing noises while wrapping his arms around you rubbing his cream filled cheeks against yours before kissing you sharing the sweet treat with a french kiss

You pulled back laughing when tendou reached under your shirt and tickled your sides watching you curl up laughing before tendou grinned now shaking the whip cream once more

"there's my cutie! You know I love ya right? Those assholes today we're such jerks but I know you're my sweet handsome baby boy"

"s-satori-"

You felt tears in your eyes before bursting out laughing at the sight of tendou spraying whip cream up in the air randomly getting it all over his hair and chest

"what are you doing weirdo?!"

"hey! It's snow [y/n]!"

You were a laughing mess before hearing the whip cream can squirt signalling that it was empty so tendou tossed the can aside with a goofy shrug

"eh who needs that when I already have a sweet treat right here"

With that tendou kissed along your neck slipping your shirt off easily, now throwing it on the ground before he noticed you covering your chest with your arms

Tendou's eyes softened as he stared at you before softly moving your arms now kissing along your chest and down your stomach

"my handsome boyfriend, you're so cute and handsome its honestly unfair!"

He licked his lips as he started to pull your pants down but saw how nervous you looked so he slowed it down

"how about we keep it vanilla eh? Let me just show you how much I love you"

With a shaky nod you let him strip you down before he moved up pressing his forehead against yours now pushing inside you watching your face twist into bliss as he pushed deeper and deeper but he also made sure to be gentle since it was more about making love rather than feral fucking

"such a good boy, god I love you so much yknow that?"

"i-i love you too satori"

Tendou's thrusts were soft yet filled with pleasure he knew exactly where to hit to make you a moaning mess, hugging your body close to his as he whispered nothing but praise and love in your ear as his hands gripped your hips

"my perfect man, I don't care what anyone else says you're an amazing boy alright? [Y/n] I love you so damn much"

He couldn't help but chuckle at your small whines and moans muffled from your face buried into his shoulder. The sounds of the creaking bed, blissed out grunts, and tendou's hips slamming against yours filled the room as he kissed along your neck his words of praise being neverending even as his climax grew close

"I'm going to cum, cum with me babyboy, be a good boy and cum with me"

His command was all you needed as he gave one final thrusts soon filling you up as you tightened against him and had your own very intense climax, as the two of you started to come down from the high of orgasm a single thought crossed your mind

"s-satori?"

"hmm?"

"thank you, for that"

Tendou cracked a huge grin before he squeezed your cheeks together now smothering your face in sloppy wet kisses earning your laughter

"how did you get sooooo cute! [Y/N] you're the cutest boyfriend in the whole wide world!"

Hearing you laugh made his heart full of ease knowing that he can bring joy to your life no matter what anyone else says, a monster like him can make you smile.

[chbslove]

i am steter trash so i wrote an au where stiles is a spark that lives in the forest because he killed his dad in an accident back when he was a kid and couldn't control his magic and his moms family was just made up of mages and he is the first one to actually be a born spark with loads of power so she raises him and teaches him everything she knows

and in this au sparks are being hunted and put down like animals so claudia builds a house in the forest with stiles where he can live and study magic on the land of their family and after she dies stiles moves there.

(and yes hes a lot older in this because it makes me antsy to write about eighteen year old stiles and adult peter. sorry. I'm a pussy okay.)

and stiles meets his gang! and scott is a dryad, lydia is a mermaid, jackson and danny are mermen (and jackson and danny are together by the way), i planned allison as a regular human that meets scott on a walk in the woods and falls in love with him later in the story because the hale fire storyline is still happening, and kira is an ancient kitsune who also lives in the forest and is good friends with stiles, and erica, boyd, isaac, liam, theo etc are not there yet but thats cause stiles is pretty alone.

he just minds his own business and takes care of the dryads and meets fairies (who live in the forest) and makes a deal with them that they'll stop screwing around with humans and stay in the forest and he'll protect them and take care of them because sparks are powerful and the fairies appreciate that instead of being afraid of him.

and stiles just does his thing for a couple of years until the fairies go a little bit too far and peter hale, who is stupidly a little too far in the forest on his patrol, gets caught in a storm they cause and gets lost in the woods, and he finds stiles' house and stiles takes him in and gives him dry clothes and then guards him back so peter won't get himself fairy'ed

and then a week passes and stiles is kind of anxious peters family will tell him to fuck off the woods (even though it's stiles' heritage to take care of the forest, the hales just live there) and then: the actual plot

a little apple dryad tells him scott found a dying fairy. this fairy apparently told scott in her dying breath something wolfish killed her, and stiles wrongly thinks peter and his family did that, and he goes to find scott to ask him about it, but scott is just gone. stiles can't find him and gets worried and checks his wards, and when he gets to the wards around the hale property, he meets laura. he asks her if she's seen scott, and she saw him going back into the forest, but stiles still can't find him.

laura leaves and stiles finds the ward to their territory broken, and it stinks like druid, so he figures it was this deaton guy because werewolves aren't sneaky like that.

stiles visits lydia (because he still can't find scott and lydia knows how to calm him down) and finds out jackson and danny saw a monster while making out under the surface of their lake and from then stiles knows that the hales have got nothing to do with this because what lydia describes Is Not a werewolf.

so he gets pissy, and then ultimately is enraged when he finds a dead stag this monster killed, and because he's pissy he visits the hales to tell talia he's rightfully going to kill their emissary for being a bitch and breaking his wards and letting some monster walk his territory.

and talia is all "what the fuck how do i not know you." and stiles is all internally "i see my darling peter kept his promises" and then he's internally like "wait fuck i'm not really in love with this guy am i" and then he's like "oh. OH."

and talia convinces him not to kill deaton because shes awesome and stiles grumpily agrees because... not agreeing would be a dick move and it would mean. War. Basically.

so the hales offer their help looking for scott and stiles finds this monster thing on his search and its a wendigo yay, and scott has been following this thing around for days now because he's a dumbass and wanted to help, and they bro out

and the hales and stiles kill this thing, which means magic action. and stiles is awesome. and everyone knows that now.

what follows is just steter get-to-know-eachother and the hale pack are the biggest wingmen (wingpeople) ever and there's fluff and magic and a lot of flowers because stiles is a person that can't for the life of him say the words "i love you" and gets incredibly anxious when people say "i love you" so he mostly displays his feelings for peter in hanakotoba, the traditional japanese flower language that kira taught him, and peter eventually catches onto that and they get together in a load of angst and fluff and they have sex. because of course they have loads of sex. bold of you to think peter can keep his hands off stiles for longer than a day and likewise.

and there is like a load of stiles/hale pack friendship dynamics because i love them all and then suddenly yeehaw. hale fire.

So paige has already happened in this timeline before stiles and peter met, and derek still meets kate and she does her scum thing and uses him. a bunch of hunters show up to the hale house, shoot them with wolfsbane bullets and gather them so they can burn together.

stiles wakes up in a rush because something bad is happening to his wolves but then his eyes fall closed again and he can't get out of bed for a solid time because someone freaking poisoned him and he's fevering and weak and everything is dizzy, but he forces himself up because something. bad. is happening. to his. wolves. he stumbles into his kitchen and almost dies right there and then, because the poison is wolfsbane and he feels like he got tons of it shoved down his throat by the person that poisoned him. his life starts flashing in front of his eyes and he fights back at it and vomits the wolfsbane out, believes it out of his system and when it's gone, he's just left raging.

because i hate kate, stiles loses control when he meets her at the hale house and kills her. he gets the pack and gets them out of the house, breaks the mountain ash circle and they leave. the hales can't go back to their house because the place is swarming with hunters

and peter and stiles figure out it was deaton who told kate everything she needed to know to set this trap and the mountain ash circle also stinks like druid, so deaton gets revealed as being the bad guy all along. stiles figures that he also poisoned him so he wouldnt interrupt, and that deaton wanted thalias alpha spark. the wendigo was a test and deaton put it there on purpose to see how strong stiles was and if he would care about the hales, because deaton knew stiles would feel the hunters killing them and ever since peter and stiles got together the druid knew he would have to murder him too to get the hales dead.

and stiles is just half feral in his wrath and the aftermath of the wolfsbane poisoning, and derek is sobbing and muttering about this being all his fault, and peter has two bullets stuck in his knees and has to be held up by his niece and his brother-in-law, and every one of them is shot and hurt and crying and talia does her best to comfort derek while shaking as well

and stiles just closes his eyes. takes a deep breath. and takes care of his family-in-law, because fuck if he isnt gonna marry peter after this. he takes them in, gives them clean and comfortable clothes, patches them up, lets them shower, yeets his living room so they have space for a big puppy pile, gives them food and water to drink and then draws a ward around his house that is strong enough deaton won't be able to find them unless he sells his soul to the king of hell.

when he's done with that, he locks the hales in and asks kira to take care of them and make sure they're okay while he's gone. she agrees and stiles goes and because he's angry and kind of more dark than i let slip until now so he just. slaughters the hunters that are left. and he enjoys it.

then he shows up to chris argents house, shocks the living hell out of allison because he's still covered in blood and ash, and goes talk to gerard, who is there for alibi purposes. he just flatly tells the truth and asks gerard how many times they've done this now. and the second the old man lets slip the hales weren't the first, stiles goes full Older Derek Hale Mode and slams him against a wall to threaten the living shit out of the man.

by threaten i mean he says that he'll kill him and there's nothing the guy can do about it, cause stiles will find him, no matter how far he runs. yknow bamf dark stiles shit. i am living for writing this scene right now bye

and then he looks at chris and allison. allison looks scared out of her mind and then she asks if thats true. if her family really did something like that. and chris has to look her square in the eye and tell her through gritted teeth that, altough he didnt know about this, yes, they did that to innocent people.

and stiles looks at chris and gives him a nod, because he knows the guy can get this right, he knows allison is strong and fierce and will be fine no matter what. he looks at gerard and sneers at him in disgust. then he leaves like the dramatic bitch he is, but not without ensuring chris will clean this mess up and make an alliance with talia.

he goes back to the house and the only one still awake is peter, and stiles breaks down completely, covered in blood from head to toe and scared out of his mind too. peter holds him, gently leads him into the shower, and helps him get cleaned up, washes his hair, picks out clothes for him, and they go to sleep together.

then, recovery. stiles organizes therapy for derek because lord knows the boy needs it, he nurses the hales healthy, shows them around in the house, they meet his friends, cora and lydia take a particularly special interest in each other, scott is sad because allison broke up with him but stiles visits the argents and talks to her a lot and they become friends too, and he knows scott will get over her eventually, just as she's getting over him.

and stiles shows the hales his life for a while until everyone is recovered, and then they go back to the hale house that he cleaned up already (because, uh, corpses had to be buried, floors had to be cleaned from blood and the smell of magic and mountain ash had to be erased)

and then peter proposes to stiles and they have a beautiful wedding by the lake where cora can talk to lydia, and derek ends up talking to scott quite a lot because scott is nervous and sweet and falls head over heels for the quiet werewolf, and guess who allison ends up with? nobody. because allison is fucking awesome and in the hunter business and she takes it upon her to start cleaning up the community and goes against hunters that are like her aunt just killing innocent people and a relationship with anybody would just be annoying. maybe she realizes she isnt even into relationships, i don't know that yet. aro ally would be interesting, dude.

And then in the end stiles goes to live with the hales and they mend their territory together so he can still visit his friends and he leaves the house to cora who eventually moves there as an adult so she can live with lydia. he and peter move out as well and they go back to town when stiles is ready, because he's lived so freaking long in the fear someone will hunt him down and kill him for his power, and now everything is peaceful. so he puts down his weapons, stops fighting, and lives happily ever after.

and has loads of sex with peter. just because.

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Randomly thought of but MHA except Bakugou’s hatred for Deku isnt because he’s quirkless. Bakugou doesn’t hate or is prejudice towards quirkless people, he hates weak people

AU where Bakugou is still somewhat the same as in canon but his feelings and thoughts come from a different mindset

Growing up his parents taught him that a quirk doesn’t make a person stronger, the person makes a quirk strong

This leads him to train in not only with his quirk but also in various areas that could potentially come up during hero work (lock picking, reading body language, shit like that) bc if he’s weak then so is his quirk

If you’re wondering how a child is learning all of this, this is Bakugou-fucking-Katsuki. If he wants something, he’s gonna get it even if it means he has to go through hell.

Luckily in this AU, his parents aren’t neglectful or shitty!! they indulged in his whims more of them than not!!

They’re both famous fashion designers and have a lot of connections when it comes to ‘high end society’ so if katsuki wants to learn how to dress to kill or something like that, they already have it set up for him!

The Bakugou’s teach their little victory all of their tricks and tips about how to theoretically make clothes that have extra space for weapons (they know his desire to be a hero and while they’re a little worried they’re just happy he’s being prepared for the long run.) They don’t actually make clothes for him to hide weapons, they verbally tell him how to do something and tips but they leave it up to him to complete the task to a proficient level

They also let their coworkers teach Bakugou stuff, anything their kid would find important or somewhat interesting (taking pictures is boring but learning how to take clear pictures of a loving target is interesting)

Many models, photographers and people who know the Bakugous have basically adopted Katsuki as their feral child since many of them are unable to have their own kids due to their work

Now, Bakugou has learned things about body language (how to read it), how to fake his confidence, sewing, stitching, how to dress for any situation, etc from his parents and their coworkers

However while those skills are important for him (he has a plan to be the best and he can’t be the best if he’s lacking in skills) he needs to know how to fight hand to hand without a quirk or how to pick locks or how to pickpocket (who knows, maybe he’ll have to steal something from a villain!!)

He doesn’t tell his parents what his specific plans are but he does tell him he’s gonna do training on his own

Now normal parents would be worried but for the sake of the AU let’s just say that katsuki’s parents work on the mentality that ‘their child is strong and even if he gets knocked down, he’ll be right back up. He’s a Bakugou.’

Bakugou’s never give up, it’s not in their blood to give up.

So, Bakugou, feral child, goes off on his own to experience a real fight with people who won’t care if they hurt him or to find someone to teach him how to pick a lock or pickpocket

Most of the adults he’s met are just amused by this kid so they too indulge him and his demands

Especially those who spar with him, Bakugou has made it clear that if he feels like they’re holding back he’ll make it so they can’t afford to anymore

(Yes this isn’t always a good thing but what matters is that he’s survived and somewhat friends with a bunch of shady people)

(They’ll tell you that they’re friends, Bakugou thinks that they’re worthy opponents)

Now this leads me to his relationship with deku

Originally he didn’t actually hate Deku when it’s announced that he’s quirkless, why would he? The nerd just has to get strong and it’ll be fine!

Deku isnt weak because he doesn’t have a quirk just like how Bakugou isn’t strong just because he has a quirk

That mentality lasts for 3 seconds

he starts to hate how the green boy lets that determine his future of being a hero or not

Deku being quirkless isn’t a problem. Deku allowing himself to be weak because he’s quirkless is a problem.

He just gets so frustrated with deku that he eventually just pulls away. He doesn’t want to hang out with someone who doesn’t work towards a goal, blood, sweat, tears and all that.

Deku wanting to be a hero is funny to Bakugou because deku is weak, the nerd let’s people step all over him especially Bakugou

To Bakugou, if deku just stood up for himself for once then he’d respect him

For obvious reasons, Midoriya does not know this and everyone including him assumes Bakugou just hates him because he’s quirkless

(The only exceptions is Bakugou’s parents because they have the same mindset and Inko because her and Mitski are best friends so she’s more than aware of their thought process)

For reasons, Bakugou’s ‘bullying’ is more like taunts and if he does use his quirk he never directly harms Midoriya (he just wants to push the kid to act not kill him) this also means he never tells deku to kill himself

Midoriya firmly believes Bakugou hates him and acts more or less the same as he does in canon

However he doesn’t see how the blonde will text inko to let her know when Midoriya is having a really bad day or how Bakugou wards off students who want to seriously harm him

Is this an excuse to write about Bakugou acting as a ‘reluctant older sibling who just wants the best for the younger but doesn’t know how to verbalize it so their actions come off as bullying or the likes’ and Midoriya being the ‘younger sibling who is terrified of their older sibling but still admires them greatly yet will never say that out loud because they’re convinced said older sibling hates them’? Maybe

Needless to say, this leads to an interesting conversation when the topic of quirkless people comes up during class

Bakugou scowls as he feels his classmates’ stares burn into his skull. He turns around with sneer, his palms popping. “What?” He manages to ask through gritted teeth. All without blowing up too.

His dad is gonna be so proud.

“W-well..” Shitty hair stammers, looking uncomfortable as he shifts in his chair. (The only reason why he doesn’t immediately get blown up is because Bakugou likes him. He’s man enough to admit he’s got a crush but like hell is he gonna do anything about. What he’s not gonna do though? Blow up said crush.)

“Y’know how you are!” Dunce Face blurts out, Tape Face elbowing his stomach harshly as Pinky hisses a not so quiet ‘not cool dude!’ . Now the others are exchanging shifty glances and from how reluctant they are to meet his eyes, he already has a good idea what this is about.

“Yeah yknow we’re just

“Yeah?” His eyes narrow with disdain as his ugly scowl softens into a calculating frown and he tilts his head just slightly. His arms crossed across his chest while he forces his body to relax. It takes just a few seconds but his aura changes from the ‘typical bad boy delinquent’ vibe he usually has going on and turns into something much more. It works wonders and he has a brief flashback from a conversation he had as a kid.

“You want to be intimadating? Don’t shout, don’t fire off your explosions, don’t give any reaction. Be cold, be caculating. Be dangerous little one. Being quiet is the most dangerous one can get.”

He has the electric blonde pinned under his look and faintly he can hear a ‘oh shit’ from a few seats away. He knows what he looks like, practiced the fuck out of this particular stare that a Russian model taught him all those years ago when he went on a fashion trip with his parents.

“I’ll teach you how to be scary little firecracker. Make us proud, you’re our little victory.”

Models, he muses privately as he watches the boy sweat bullets, are as dangerous as they are pretty. It takes a few moments of tense silence before someone eventually breaks and unsurprisingly it’s fucking half-n-half. He doesn’t have a real issue with daddy issues but he’s got a bone to pick with the tea kettle lover after the whole incident at the sports festival. The thought of fighting him is enough to get his blood going.

“They thought you’d hate quirkless people.” Hot Water fucker says, face void of any emotion and voice monotone. Ever since being friends with the nerd, IcyHot has gotten a lot better at speaking up when normally he’d just ignore everything. (Now if only shitty deku could pound some emotion that’d be great.)

Even though he’d expect it, he can’t help but laugh.“Why would I hate quirkless people?” He questions, raising a perfect brow. He drops his arms, an elbow perched up on Midoriya’s desk as his cheek rests on his open palm. He watches them falter, hesitation in their eyes. He decides to add fuel to fire, “One of my favorite people in this world is quirkless. She works for my parents as a secretary, I visit her every time I go.”

He doesn’t bother to listen to the responses, snapping his head and making direct eye contact with the nerd. “I hate people who have potential but let others tell them where they belong. It’s pathetic and sad. They should go get some fucking dignity, you think having a quirk is any better than not having one? It’s like having an arm, it’s the norm but if you don’t got it doesn’t mean you’re broken.” His words come out even despite the frustration building under his skin, he sees how Deku’s eyes widen in some kind of realization so he forces himself to pull his gaze away before landing onto Pony Tail. He doesn’t have an issue with her and actually likes her a lot better than the others but her confidence is so low it offends him, especially since he sees her as an opponent. Her eyes grow big and he can tell she’s nervous but before he can change his mind, his mouth opens. Oops.

The idiots practically brought this upon themselves. Reap what you sow dumbasses.

He just goes off and everyone is just stunned because they had this idea of him but that completely crumbled as soon as he started to reveal some of his thoughts and opinions

(Kirishima always kinda knew Bakugou was like this just bc I say so)

I know where this was going but now I do not lmao

Anyways he said his peace and it’s all quiet as people take in what he said and Ofc mineta decides to say something

“I don’t wanna hear that from a villain!” The diaper baby shrieks loudly, the grape fucker’s finger shaking as he points at him. Now usually, Bakugou has no problem with blasting the little pervert and calling it a day but he’s not quite done giving the literal talk down of a century just yet.

“Listen here you sex offender in training” He sneers and he takes great pleasure in seeing the other tremble in fear. “Wanna know why people shut the fuck up when I talk? Why people bother to take my advice? Why compared to me, you’re just a coward that no one besides the class’s resident sunshine trio will ever look at twice?” He asks, getting up slowly. No one stops him as he takes a step forward.

“Because I say actually fucking matters.” Step. “What I say is based off of experience and talent.” Step. “If you’re lucky then maybe the shit you spew will be worth something because it’s not worth anything here.” He finally makes it to his desk, towering over the other.

“You don’t like what I gotta say? Deal with it. I’ll continue to talk my shit to everyone and anyone because I can back it up. Can you? You fought any villains recently like teach over there? You go through some sudden growth and expand your moral compass like glasses? You fight and protect a little girl from the yakuza recently like Deku and Shitty hair? How bout deal with a shitty dad or shitty parenrs like IcyHot and Eyebags? What? Piss baby too scared now? Yeah, where were you when we were fighting for our lives? Were you there when Pikachu and Tape Face and Racoon Eyes fought against the villains in USJ?” He questions but everyone knows he’s not asking for an answer. “You there when birdbrain almost got kidnapped? You there when I got kidnapped? No? Then do everyone a fucking favor and shut the fuck up or I swear to whatever god you believe in, I’ll shove my fist down your throat and into your pathetic body and explode you so badly they’ll be scrapping off your guts for days.”

Needless to say, it was an interesting class

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To fulfill a wish

Member: Fae King!Hwang Hyunjin x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fantasy

Word count: 1130

Description: Do you understand the weight of a wish? Is that why you’ve come seeking a faerie’s blessing?

Author’s notes: Wow so many in one day? Actually it’s because I was supposed to post one per day but then I didn’t and built up the backlog and I wanted these out before Halloween cause yknow why not. Cross posted from another blog I run :)

There is a legend, passed down through the generations. Deep in the forest on the edges of the earth, you will find a tangle of trees. Deeper yet in this tangle of trees is a burrow, woven from the finest of vines. And if you delve deeper still, you will find the hollow of the fae, a space imbued with rich power. According to the words of legend, if you can convince the forest to bless you with a gift, you can grant any wish you want. Gold or glory, nothing is out of reach.

Many travelers have sought the hollow, most for their own personal greed. Records have indicated that most do not survive and those who do suffer a fate worse than death. Stranger yet, some records tell that they see the faces of old travelers in the bark of the trees, twisted almost to the point of unrecognition.

You hoped it was true, the legend. You needed it to be true. You’d invested months of your life, searching for this hollow, abandoning your old life for it. Hell you’d almost given your soul up to a demon for information, that’s just how desperate you were. And after all those months, you think maybe you’ve found it.

There’s something different about this place. It’s serene but still the hairs on the back of your neck raise. It’s the silence. Not once has it been so quiet on your journey. The forests are always teeming with life, the sounds of animals and insects and birds all combined with the wind rustled trees. The only sounds you hear now are your own breathing and the cracklings beneath your feet.

But you forge ahead. You must. And just as you feel like you’re about to collapse, you find the bent branches and vines of the burrow. It’s almost like a nest, circular and strong, built in layer upon layer. As you approach, you notice the leaves growing off the structure are a deeper green than those of the forest. They sparkle gently in the light despite not having any dew on them. You reach out to touch them but stop short, withdrawing your hand after a moment. Your fingertips tingle, already sensitive to the power imbued. Yes, you have at long last found it.

You don’t want to force yourself into the hollow. That’s a sure fire way to get yourself killed or kicked out and you can’t afford either. But you can’t sit here and wait either. There are people waiting for you. So you remove your knife from your belt and cut a lock of your hair, tying it off with a ribbon you kept from another time. A gift of the daughter of the seas after you had cut her loose from abandoned nets. You take a deep breath and set the bundle at the base what you think is the entrance and you wait.

You thankfully don’t need to wait very long. The forest rustles, branches creaking and clacking against each other as the draw apart and reveal a deep tunnel for you. You smile, standing on stiff knees and stumbling forward. It’s surprisingly light inside, illuminated by silvery glowing mushrooms and dangling golden flowers. You cut your hand multiple times keeping yourself steady but it matters not.

Eventually you tumble out the other end, braced against the soft grassy floor as you catch your breath.

“What do you want.”

You lift your head and your eyes widen. He’s… Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. His hair is braided back, the braids woven with flowers and gems, both of which sparkle. From above those braids are antlers, strong and dark and sharp on the ends. They are also wreathed with delicate gold chains and jewels, carefully placed. His amber eyes are cold as they regard you, bored even. You pull yourself up and step into the clearing more fully, kneeling when you think you’re close enough.

“I seek to fulfill a wish.” You try to speak as clearly as you can and it rings around the hollow, echoing like a guilty admission.

“Like many before you,” he replies, flicking his hand. The jewels on his wrist jingle. “And what makes you different from them?”

You swallow. Nothing really. You have come seeking something and have nothing to give but your life. You whisper, “Please. You’re the only hope I have left.”

“I did not ask for you to beg. I asked what makes you worthy of a wish used.” The trees begin to rustle and the ground beneath you rumbles as he growls softly. “You humans never understand. Wishes are born from desire and desire must be fulfilled with blessings. A blessing is a powerful thing, created from the death of faeries. From a life. And you come in here, ill-prepared to defend your wish to me?”

You shake in your spot, your chest tight. But you have to do this. For everyone. You take a deep breath and lift your head to look at him, at his rage. “I have a selfish wish,” you announce. The rumbling stops; he blinks. “I have a wish that will use the lives of your kin to save mine. I will pay any price for equivalent exchange.” You close your eyes for a moment, thinking on your family. Your friends. Everyone’s smile and everyone’s tears all entrusted to you. You open your eyes again and give him a determined stare. “I call upon the ancient keepers of the forest, bearers of light. Please, help me keep my village safe.”

He stares at you, face kept carefully blank. You on the other hand stare at him with desperation thinly veiled under courage. Slowly he stands, silken robes fluttering around him. He steps forward until he stands mere inches away from you, looking down while you look up. “Are you prepared to bear the weight of what you ask?”

You suck in another breath before letting it out with a shudder. “I am.”

He strokes along his sleeve, golden threads shimmering. Ah how ethereal he is, haloed in the light. Considers you, in your ragged clothes and bleeding palms. You start to waver, just a bit until he reaches up and plucks a crystal encased in molten gold and holds it flat in his palm, extending it to you. “Your wish is a kind one. Such innocence is rare.”

You reach up, hesitating just before you take the life. It will be heavy, you know. “I-is there a price?”

“Ah, little one, there always is.” Hyunjin smiles and you feel your heart race in terror. Those are the feral sharpened teeth of the Fae King, the one of myth and story. Except he’s very, very real. “But you were prepared for that, were you not?”