#hell he looks fine 😩

[landoflowrs]

I am officially deceased.

source

[et-unum]

the way brian posted on insta as SOON as I posted haru's ask 🧍

브브 what are we? (/j)

[somedaytakethetime]

Me, all day, because I forgot about the game:

Me, remembering the game:

Me, after the game:

[theflyingfeeling]

Good evening! January Joonas, February Olli and March Joel, please 🥰💕

Joonas and almost-January (the picture was taken at Dec 30th @ Pakkahuone, but I've reblogged it in January so that counts alright)

[source]

February Olli = Flatline Olli 💘

[source]

March Joel looking so very baby!! 😭🤲

[source: Joel's IG stories]

send me a BC member + a month and I'll answer with my favourite picture of him from that month

[akiranzee]

IF U TAKE MUZAN REQUESTS CAN I PLS REQUEST LOVESICK HUSBAND MUZAN WITH HIS S/O PLEASSEE 😩😩

if u need more context then it’s still demon au and canon compliant but the only difference is that he’s Sooo soft around his wife. like absolute mush, worships her, says she’s his equal, blah blah. headcannons r fine!!!! whatever u wanna do w it, doesn’t matter if it’s demon or human reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LOVESICK HUSBAND MUZAN WITH WIFE S/O!!

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𖹭 it was love at first sight, no matter how many times he and you doubt it.

𖹭 his love language? physical touch ‘cause he’s so bad at words of affirmation. 𖹭 he’s still the same, evil man you met, the only difference is that he was never evil with you. no matter how many times his demons — especially douma tell you that he’s just putting up a loving facade to mingle with the human world. 𖹭 but douma is so wrong. dead wrong. if only you saw the look on his face when he heard muzan’s voice from your shared room, “darling, don’t believe what that demon says, okay? he’s nothing but a lowly scowl, he doesn’t even equal up to you — hell, maybe you even equal with me.” 𖹭 a lovesick fool. douma concludes. because, 𖹭 one, he follows you everywhere, touches every part of your body, but he touches your stomach most, saying he’s gonna put his heir in their one day. 𖹭 two, he listens to every word you say, like that one moment where muzan was about to flick douma’s head off for the ninety-forth time, you stepped in bravely and told him he was too harsh with douma, so as for douma’s next punishment, he just flicked off half his head. 𖹭 three, last but not the least, muzan hates it so much when you spend time with his male demons, or just ordinary male humans. despite you reassuring him literally almost every night, his jealousy would still bubble up and get all protective over you, sending death glares all over to the poor male. 𖹭 yes. that’s how much power you hold over the most powerful demon in existence. 𖹭 it doesn’t even end there, he’s gotten even more handsy on you when you undergo fever three consecutive times, trying to persuade you in becoming a demon so that you don’t have to suffer, but of course, you reject. 𖹭 in your first fever, he was just a little bit calm on it, just constantly checking you from time to time, making sure you eat all your meals and herbs/medicines, and leaves you when you’re asleep. 𖹭 but, poor man got confused when just a day you’ve gotten better, you got fever again the day after, so he’s by your side for the next three days taking care of you, observing you. 𖹭 then, at the third time, he finally panics, sending all his demons, also akaza who’s on a ‘special mission’ to look for the blue spider lily, to gather all the best herbs and best doctors all around town. this is where he also just acts like your shadow. you wanna go to the bathroom? he’ll assist you alright. you’re smelling and sweaty? he doesn’t care and changes you gently (he’s trying). you don’t like the food or herbs or medicines? he’ll nastily put it in his mouth and kisses you as he makes sure the food or herbs goes down your throat. 𖹭 yes. that’s how unexpected this man could be. 𖹭 and yes, this is you having him wrapped around your fingers.

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a/n: help this is soo bad i just can’t imagine a lovesick muzan😭😭 that’d be the end of the world alright.

© akiranzee || do not steal, plagiarize, or repost my works without my permission.

[invoncible]

MARK GRAYSON & popstar!girly!reader ✧˚.

i know this might be a stretch of a concept but stay with me guys also request invincible stuff because i wanna write for this show so bad 😩

— your music career is sabrina carpenter coded.  — this is a hc set based on my long form fic that’s in drafts ... scared to post lol

——

mark who was first introduced to you through eve and william, who both liked your music. did you see those lady 'yaya' posters in william's dorm? yeah. william collected vinyls and mark just happened to be over when yours arrived. 

mark who starting crushing like crazy the moment the william unboxed the visuals. you just gave these out to anyone? for free ($80)? looking like that? you looked like a doll.

mark who bought your vinyl for himself, too. no, he didn't he have a vinyl player.

mark who stalked your youtube page as soon as he got home and binged all your performance. followed all your social media accounts. he didn’t tell anyone you were his new guilty pleasure, not even william. 

mark who almost exploded when he recognized you in school. his school. your dad dumped some money into the community and you somehow convinced him to attend. just for fun, since you’d already completed high school in homeschooling. 

mark who tried to downplay his interest and convince himself that you were a celebrity crush, not an actual crush like… amber, per se.

mark who saved you in costume once and had to listen to you fangirl over invincible the next day. the way you fawned over his alter ego made his heart skip a beat and he wanted to jump up and declare himself right then and there :(

mark who closed himself off from you and your influences when he started dating amber. and while he enjoyed himself and really loved his time with amber, he wasn't all in. before long, he and amber broke up.

mark who felt like everything was right in the world when he finally allowed himself to grow closer to you. you were so sweet, sickeningly so, and he couldn't get enough. for someone that was exposed to the crazy and brutal side of life almost everyday, it felt good to turn his brain off and sink into your pink fluffy sheets while listening to you hum and do your hair.

mark who was your prime model for face masks. he took all your fashion advice.

mark who listened to you rant about what all the media outlets were saying about you and about all of the weird, creepy fans who didn't understand boundaries. he promised he'd always be there to protect you.

mark who was terrified of your father. if you were lottie, your father was big daddy la bouf. spoiled the living hell out of you, but you were the opposite of bratty. the first time he met your dad, he felt very small. but your father saw how happy mark made you, and that was enough reason for him to let him hang around.

mark who was supposed to spend the night. you finally convinced your dad to forego the bodyguard for the night since mark was staying in with you. but mark had to cancel for hero stuff, snapping at you when you called and begged him to come home—you were scared. he was sure you were just anxious for not having your usual staff at your disposal, you'd be fine.

mark who went numb when he heard you'd been kidnapped by a stalker. then went ballistic trying to find you.

mark who arrived a little too late when he saw you'd been... altered by the sick mind who snatched you from the comfort of your own home. you're unconscious as he carries you back home and he can't stop blaming himself.

bro idk i hate this but i literally can't stop thinking about it

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒' 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating feat: shanks

》 i had to edit half of these photos to have red hair lol

♡ liked by d_mihawk, B.B_buGGY and 8.8k others

_ynln: this man is definitely 'wanted'

tagged: sh444nks

sh444nks: i know you're obsessed but gosh stop flirting with me 😒😒

↳ sh444nks: i have a girlfriend already geez 🙄

↳ _ynln: not with that attitude you won't 😐

↳ sh444nks: WAIT IM JOKING PLEASE 😭🙏

↳ benn__b: I hate you guys, you're literally a meter away from each other right now

YASXPP: Yo captain you're looking a little too fine right now 😍🫵

↳ luckyroux.x: For real Yn gotta start gatekeeping these photos 🤤

↳ _ynln: can u guys stop trying to steal my man 🤨

↳ YASXPP: He was our captain before he became your boyfriend, get in line (liked by luckyroux.x, sh444nks)

♡ liked by luckyroux.x, _ynln and 10.3k others

sh444nks: gf taught me abt angel numbers, that's why my user is now 4️⃣4️⃣4️⃣

tagged: _ynln

_ynln: the yn effect (liked by benn__b, luckyroux.x)

↳ sh444nks: my angel 😇😇

↳ _ynln: nah stop 😔💗

B.B_buGGY: Simp

↳ sh444nks: mad you don't get any huh 🥱

↳ B.B_buGGY: SHUT UP SHANKS I DO GET SOME

↳ sh444nks: get some skincare that's what u rlly need 😭

↳ sh444nks: also what the hell is wrong with your user

↳ B.B_buGGY: MY SKIN IS BEAUTIFUL

↳ B.B_buGGY: I was drunk

YASXPP: Damn captain you're not gonna post me? 😩😩

♡ liked by sh444nks, benn__b and 6.1k others

_ynln: im gonna miss this little sucker 💓

sh444nks: he’s so annoying though

↳ _ynln: shanks you literally have no say, luffy is literally a mini you 🤨🤨

↳ sh444nks: this is so offensive my love 😔

sh444nks: nah this isn't even cool, luffy stole my girl

↳ d_mihawk: He just has more game than you. (liked by YASXPP, luckyroux.x, _ynln)

↳ YASXPP: YOOO WTF AHAHAHAH

↳ luckyroux.x: LMFAOOO 😭😭

↳ sh444nks: MIHAWK WTF BRO

benn_b: Nah cause Luffy had us nervous all the time, little shit

↳ _ynln: HES SOO CUTE THO!!

↳ sh444nks: what about me yn!

↳ _ynln: no

♡ liked by benn_b, YASXPP and 9.5k others

_ynln: happy birthday my ancient artefact 🎉

tagged: sh444nks

sh444nks: i love you but damn im not THAT old 😭😭

↳ _ynln: love u 2!

B.B_buGGY: Break up

↳ sh444nks: ayo?!!

YASXPP: ANCIENT ARTEFACT NAHH AHAHAH

↳ luckyroux.x: STRAIGHT VIOLATION

d_mihawk: Happy birthday you drunk slop

↳ sh444nks: knew you loved me mihawk 🥺🥺💓

↳ d_mihawk: die

[gamblersdoll]

heybae i got a request that’s been on my mind 😩 so like, imagine mha pro-hero boys s/o wearing pheromone perfume for their date and them not being able to get it together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

+ their s/o being clueless to why theyre acting like that🗣️

teasing, heavy smut intended themes, grinding, groping, light shocking, mind control , daddy kink. denki, kirishima, izuku, bakugou, shinso

izuku had the best smell ever, sure you rolled it on your neck and wore the dress that he loves— and it only smells like shortcake to the naked eye and nose, but for him? you smelled different, his arks wrapping around your torso and nose buried into your neck.

“smells good.. which one is this?” he mumbled in your skin, softly nibbling at the flesh until you responded. “you best answer quickly—“

“its a new one, zuk.” you giggle, trying to pull away and look alright for the eyes of the public. what you worry is if izuku was all over you, would his rankings drop?

“well i gathered that, baby.” he sarcastically says, a hand on your thighs and he grips— hard. “we wont be out here for much longer, ‘kay?”

“we just got here… why do you wanna leave so early?”

bakugou knows of the pheromone perfume that went viral, yet he doesnt know what it smells like exactly. all he smells on you is something savory in his nose, even if it was sweet. “nope.”

“no what?” you innocently ask, leaning against his shoulder and holding his hand. you know he smells it, his knee bouncing when he gets nervous or aroused.

“you know fuckin’ what, brat.” he growled to you, trying his best to keep his composure and not eat you up here— because thats all hes thinking about. “you wore the good smelling perfume you got, and you know damn well you smell too good.”

“what perfume? most of the perfumes i have are mists or oils.” you giggle, putting a hand on his knee.

“you better move your hand or im going to fuck you up.” he deadpans, his hand gripping your hip and sliding up to the side of your breast. “if yer’ gonna play dumb, fine— but let’s remember i dont care about fuckin’ in public.” he reminds.

denki just shifts all the time, pulling his sweats or jeans down and hes got a fist on this lap, every now and again hes softly punching his lap when youre not looking (he does this because ‘it helps the boner go away.’)

“you okay, honey?” you asked, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, he never not responds, but he feels like hell when you get so much closer.

he tilts his head back away from your face, watching his adams apple bob when he swallows. you get into his lap, he groaning and putting his hands on your hips. “denkiiiiiii, whats the matter, baby?”

“we gon’ fuckin fight.” he looks to you through his lower eyelids. “you got that phe-pheromone shit, didnt you?” your core tightens, his voice becoming deeper when he keeps his head back.

“what for? im not even wearing perfume.” you giggle, cradling him and having each leg on his side.

“oh, so im delusional?” he shoots his eyes to your face, hands groping your breasts pulling the shirt and licking his lips. “if you think im delusional, say that.”

“kaminari— we in public!” you whisper shout, trying to move his hands but he swats you away.

“oh, nowww we’re in public?” he dramatically says, tilting his head back up and sucking on your collarbone. “always touchin me and shit.. now im going to touch you, mama.”

you hiccup, a whimper from your throat and he presses his hips up against your heated folds. “kami—“

“fuck, smell so good, sweet thing..” he growls, taking his finger and a small zap hits your thigh. “hehe, feels good, doesnt it?” he asks, licking his hickey that he left on you. “finally got cher’ zing, ma.”

kirishima is a mutt, anything that smells good on you, he bites and drools on your skin to see what smells good. usually he would try and do that— but this time he had to keep his hands to himself. “pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“hm?” you turn, peering your eyes away from the movie.

“please let me bite you, please beautiful. promise i wont bite so hard again, i swear.” he whines, getting closer to you in the movie theater seats. “you smell so good, pretty please?

“i smell good ?” you question, him shaking his head yes fast and he reaches in for a bite, but you pull away. “what do i smell like, kir?”

he pauses, not really knowing how to describe the scent, but he swallows thickly. “.. i dont know how to describe it.” he whines, pressing his hands on his lap and he groans. “please, just one bite.”

“if you cant tell me what i smell like, do you think you deserve it?” you tease, getting a little mean with him and he pouts.

“you smell like pears.”

“still not getting one.”

shinso has stolen your perfume before and tested it on himself, but he didnt realize you had also worn it around him. it makes sense, one day on a coffee date you both get stares from people around you.

“do you have something on you?” he asks, drinking his own hot coffee versus your frozen. “i can know when you’re lying.”

“mmm..” you hum, slurping through the straw and looking away.

“princess,” he says, activating his quirk and having a hand on your thigh. “are you wearing that perfume that got you ravaged last time?”

“yes.” you say, feeling his quirk disappear and bite your lip. damnit all, and his stupid manipulative quirk. “you dont have to always use your quirk on me, meanie.”

“you like when i do though, princess. especially when i have you tell me how you want to get fucked.”

“shinso— in public!” you remind, him shrugging and smirking to you. “keep your voice down at least!”

he gets into your ear, a hand on your tummy. “do i have to remind you who your talking to?” he warns, watching your head shake no. “oh, because what i think is you’ve forgotten who i am.” you try to open your mouth, but he clicks his tongue. “whats my name again?”

“sir.”

“no, no, no..” he coos, a hand in your hair and his fingers scratch your scalp— a warning he might pull your hair. “whats my name , or do i have to have another session with remembrance?”

“daddy.” you mumble, a heat to your face and you turn your head away. “youre a fuckin perv.”

[cuteandhughesy]

Hiiii

Love your fics babes. Could I you pleasee write for Quinn Hughes and prompt 33 + 34?

Always a sucker for the “who did this to you trope”😩😩😩

prompt no.33: “who did this to you?” + prompt no.34 “look at that shiner” “have some sympathy.”

playing tennis has always been your thing. you grew up with parents who adored the sport, and an older brother who played professionally. so of course when you were old enough to stand on your own, there was racket thrust into your hands. not that you mind though—you wanted that damn racket.

you never got around to playing professionally. as much as you loved it, it was your career. and that’s okay. still, you were in a league that held practices and tournaments on weekends, and that was enough for you.

getting injured during tennis was something that was always on the back of your mind. things like torn ligaments and slipped disks where common. but what you weren’t expecting to happen during a 1v1 match against a teenage boy named michael, was to get whacked in the face by the ball.

thwack!

the sound has yet to leave you. the throbbing pain in your eye socket has also yet to leave you. michael felt awful, and he even offered to drive you home or to the hospital or wherever you wanted to go (the kid was a blabbering mess.) but you declined. you’d be fine.

but that didn’t help the whine that left your mouth as you walked back into your and quinn’s shared apartment, the sun shining through the windows and into your eyes—making you squint and eliciting another round of pain.

“hey,” your boyfriend calls from the kitchen. the smell of cooked spinach and standing lingers through the air, meaning he’s cooking lunch. you’d send him a recipe for a delicious looking cale, spinach and chicken salad last night, and he’d promised he’d make it for lunch.

you toe off your tennis shoes and drop your bag next to them before padding into the kitchen. you cross your arms over your tank top apprehensively, “hi.”

quinn’s eyes dart up at your odd tone, and when he catches sight of your face, accompanied by a dark purple and yellow bruise highlighting your brow bone and seeping down to your under eye, he’s on the move.

instantly, quinn is at your side, chicken breast still sizzling on the stove as he takes your head in his palms. “what happened? who did this to you?” his jaw ticks, a clear indication that he’s trying to control his flurry of emotions.

it looks fucking awful.

you laugh, but that only moves your face and hurts your eye, so it’s interrupted by your own wince. “tennis ball got me good,” you mutter, placing your hand over quinn’s heart and patting gently. “i’ll be okay.”

quinn doesn’t look to convinced. his eyes keep lingering on your deepening black eye and wet lashes. you had cried, on the way home, and he notices that immediately. “it hurt?”

you nod. “i’ll ice it.”

he hums half heartedly, gaze still trained on your injury. eventually he hisses, thumb stroking just outside the coming bruise, “fucking hell, look at that shiner, babe.” quinn’s pretty sure he’s never seen a black eye like the one you’ve got. and as much as it pains him that you’re hurting, he’s also amazed.

your lips part, “have some sympathy, quinn. i’m in pain.” your scolding is only half hearted, poking his belly playfully. you pout up at him, and quinn grins, wrapping you in his arms and tugging you against him

mindful of your injury, you tuck your face into his chest, letting his woodsy aroma fill your nostrils. “i’m sorry baby,” quinn mumbles into your hair, and then presses a kiss to the top of your eyebrow. “i’ll kiss it better.”

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[kireilien]

I have just about read near every leehan smut on this app so I’m here to suggest more 😩

could you imagine leehan getting so wasted that all he can think about is you— his partner and just how affectionate (horny) he’d be that he can’t wait till you go home from the party you’re at so he just takes you in the bathroom 😫😫😫

Is this freaky idk I just need leehan

Love you lien <3

KYAAAA HI STARRI! yes ofc this is 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 if make it to be here u go leehan content! love u more my love ♡︎

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, mentions of alcohol, use of leehan’s real name; dom!donghyun, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, established relationship, clothed sex, kissing, hickeys, licking???, mirror sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (i can’t believe im writing my least fav sex act… js for u starri), humiliation, use of “babe”

the music is loud and radiating off the walls.

the stench of alcohol and pure sweat line the air.

one typical house party.

you swear donghyun only wanted to go to the party for “vibes,” but obviously that doesn’t equal anything when he’s chugging his last shot of alcohol from a random solo cup he found in the kitchen.

“babe, you’re gonna black out soon if you keep that up, stop drinking,” you practically yell in his ear, unable to talk normally due to the bass of the music. donghyun laughs, he comes close to your lips, “not that drunk. actually. i’m fine!” he smells like alcohol if him pausing every few seconds to think about his words before saying them wasn’t a sign already.

funnily enough donghyun wasn’t even that drunk that you think he is. in fact, he’s quite coherent! the only reason why he’s acting this way is that he’s drunk off of something else.

it’s you.

even with the tiniest drop of alcohol, his eyes get hazy and he slurs his words thinking about you. he drinks up the words you say, he drinks up the body that he knows every curve and mole to, he drinks it all. it was no different now.

he bites his lip as he keeps staring at your lips. “god you look so fucking good right now.” you roll your eyes at his flirtatiousness, “babe, not right now. we’re in the middle of a par—,” you’re rudely interrupted by donghyun’s lips being on yours. in the middle of a party and donghyun doesn’t care.

you lean into the kiss with open eyes, you can’t let random people look at you kiss, that’s weird. donghyun doesn’t care.

he lets go of your lips, face still close to each other, “donghyun that’s it, we can’t do anything els—.”

“i wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

“please tell me that’s autocorrect.”

“no it’s not.”

he takes your hand and pulls you to the nearest bathroom, trying to not accidentally trip over anyone but, donghyun doesn’t care.

once you’re in the bathroom, donghyun doesn’t lock the door, hell, he doesn’t even turn on the lights. the door is closed with a crack, pouring in the faint lights from the party. donghyun already has his lips on you, messily having your lips, before trailing them down to your neck. “donghyun, close the— door!” donghyun doesn’t care.

he ignores you, sucking harsh patches on your skin, sure to leave colorful bruises later on, “you’re so fucking hot, i don’t care if other people see us. you’re mine. let them see me fuck you good.” he mumbles into your throat. you’re trying to croak out a response but is rudely cut off again by donghyun turning you around, pressing his fat bulge against your ass.

“oh fuck— this is what you do to me, y/n. feel me up, feel how you make me this hard in front of people.” he hisses as he feels you grind back on him, “donghyun let’s not talk about other people—!” donghyun swiftly unbuckles your shorts from behind, sliding them just enough for him to see your ruined panties. he licks the pads of two of his fingers to tuck under and feel your drenched lips.

if he wasn’t rock hard already, he’s impossibly even more rock hard. he slips your panties to the side with one hand and hurriedly unbuckles his pants to slip out his cock, already lining himself against your wet folds, sliding them effortlessly in between. the two of you moan from the contact. your hunched over the sink, reeling in from the pleasure looking at the door ever so often.

“why you so— worried! let them see. let them see me fucking you good.” donghyun starts thrusting himself into you after his first few words. you’re pathetically moaning, but you’re trying to restrain yourself. you’re too conscious of the party that’s going on outside the door, anyone can walk in on the two of you. donghyun groans as he hooks his arm under your boobs to have your back onto his chest, “y’know, you’re nasty. talking about how much you care about other people seeing us, but you’re not refusing my cock? you’re still taking me so fucking deep— it’s laughable.”

he’s grunting into your ear as moans still spill from your lips. you’re clenching even harder on him from his spiteful words. “yeah— clenching on me hard when i talk about how you love this cock but you’re so worried about others. just think about my cock babe, that’ll be better for you anyway.” he laughs in your ear before coming down and licking the side of your neck, watching you watch him through the mirror.

you’re a mess.

although the both of you are in the dark, you can still make out your figures from the light from outside. your hair is not as neat anymore. your wetness is all over your inner thighs. your boobs are about to hang out of your tank top. even if someone did walk in, why should you care? you look like a cock drunk mess and you weren’t hiding it.

maybe you actually didn’t care.

donghyun though?

still doesn’t care.

i went blank holy fuck idk how i pumped this much at 3 am good lord sorry for any typos i am NAWT checking

back 2 catalog

[luv4berry]

earth 42 miles × reader at a dinner with the readers parents + mama rio and uncle Arron?

also when i tell u im in love with your work! that shi has me kicking my feet😭🤦🏾‍♀️

control yourself.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you go out to dinner with your parents, mama rio, uncle aaron and your beloved boyfriend, yet he can’t seem to control himself even in the presence of your parents.

GENRE: fluff <3

WARNINGS: kissing, parents being parents, loverboy miles, clingy miles, suggestive jokes, make outs in the bonus scene.

AUTHORS NOTE: ngl i struggled to write ts like shit, anyways thank you for your request and im deadass cheesing so hard rn thank you for reading!! (p.s, if you left anything in my inbox i HAVE seen it and i will get to it eventually!) hope you like it!

you zero in on miles’ eyes as they dart between your own eyes and your phone. you give him a suspecting look from the other side of the table before bringing your phone out under the table seeing as he’s already filled your notification dashboard.

miles 💓

bathroom? 👀

baby pleaseee

you did ts on purpose

holy shit you’re so fine

yk the sundress is lethal baby please 😩

you glance up giving him a stern look, shaking your head and mouthing a ‘no’ as your eyes flicker towards your parents as well as rio at the front counter of the restaurant. to the right of miles is uncle aaron, his eyes set on his phone as he took occasional glances at the two of you.

you make direct eye contact with miles for just a moment before letting out a sigh of defeat, nodding towards the family bathroom to your left. you don’t miss the hint of a smirk plaguing his lips, rolling your eyes playfully at his smugness.

to avoid raising suspicion, you stagger your way towards the family bathroom first—adjusting your slate colored maxi dress in the process. he watches as you disappear into the bathroom, brown eyes scanning the premises before he also gets up to dismiss himself.

“don’t think ion see you, player.” uncle aaron mumbles, grinning at his nephew.

“honestly don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout.”

yeah, they were definitely related.

you soon feel a pair of hands curve around your waist and whisk you around, your lips immediately beginning to twitch upwards. “your moms gonna kill you.” you say as he sways you side to side, his hands resting on your waist.

“us. she’s gonna kill us you mean.”

“the hell did i do? you’re the bad influence here.”

“you been giving me all sorts of eyes ever since we got here, don’t do that.”

“or maybe, just maybe you’re deluded and nasty.”

“mhm.” he hums, his hands slipping below your waistline.

“hands goin’ a little low there bud.”

“oh im bud now? thought i was your husband?” he nuzzles his nose into your neck, recalling you calling him that earlier in the day.

“my what? who said i was gonna marry you?” you tease him.

“stop playin’ with me.” he kisses his teeth at you, his chin going to rest on your shoulder as he continues to sway you side to side. after about 2 minutes of silence, his lips begin to inch towards the skin behind your ear, placing a singular kiss to test the waters. when you don’t react, he goes in for another one. when he’s met with silence yet again he goes in for a third—but before they make contact with your skin you place your palm over his lips.

“miles, no.” you give him a forbidding look, “you forgetting where you at?” you shake your head, the clinginess of this boy was unmatched.

“keep kissing up on me like my parents won’t hang me and then you.” you side eye him, unlocking the bathroom door checking the coast.

“why you keep running from me? you scared or something?” he questions you as he crosses his arms over your abdomen, pulling you back into the bathroom with him. he softly pecks your cheek a few times before he begins to kiss up the nape of your neck, your body noticeably relaxing in his arms. when you feel your senses begin to cloud with a familiar feeling, you catch on to his underlying motive.

“morales, you trying to seduce me?”

“‘course not,” he pauses for a moment, “is it working?”

“no comment.”

he smirks against your skin as your eyes close for a moment, allowing yourself to relish in the moment for some time. you also allow his fingertips to dance along your sides for a bit before you snap back to reality. you bring your hands to your abdomen, clasping them with his and turning around to face him. he gives you an unsatisfied look, aware that his time with you is up and you’d have to return.

“i’ll go first, come back like 5 minutes after me.” you cup his cheek, placing a short but meaningful kiss to his lips. you smooth out the wrinkles of your dress, peaking out the door before waltzing down the hall.

when you arrive at the table, you get a knowing looking from your parents, shaking their heads at the antics of teenagers. before you sit down you go over to rio, flashing her your best smile as she gives you a loving kiss on the cheek. you also give uncle aaron a proper greeting, giving him a side hug. soon enough you sit down quietly as the table makes small talk, occasionally checking for miles around the corner.

you zone out for a bit before you’re nudged in the side, your mom leaning into your ear, “you can tell your lil boyfriend he can come back now, we’re not stupid. i was a teenage girl too you know.”

you noticeably jerk in your seat at your mothers comment, diverting your attention to the empty space beside you where miles was supposed to be.

this type of response wasn’t exactly strange when it pertained to miles, out of all your boyfriends he was definitely your parents favorite. before miles, you’d never had a boyfriend come over unannounced just to talk to your father about whatever basketball game had occurred hours before. nor had you seen your mother continuously pester you to invite her “son in-law” over again.

unbeknownst to you, they both recognized that same spark from when they were teenagers growing up in brooklyn, climbing into each others windows at absurd hours of the night just to see each other, or cruising home together after school hand in hand while listening to 90s r&b. they were beyond joyful you had each other to stay on the right path, to not fold into the cruelty of the streets. it was no different with miles side of the family. rio knew that her son had been through a lot, from the death of his dad, to the stripping of his childhood. she saw you as something to bring him back to life, to provide him with joy that would serve him for a lifetime when she was gone.

though, with that being said—yes, you still had to leave the door a crack open whenever he was over, no he couldn’t sleep over, no you couldn’t sleepover. yes, you had been sat down multiple times. yes, miles had also been sat down countless times. again, your parents were teenagers once too, and they knew exactly what teenagers got up to. but, you still had that benefit of the doubt not to do anything they wouldn’t do… partially.

your tense posture relaxes when you see miles emerge from the corner of your eye, approaching your mother and father with a knee buckling smile. before he greets your parents, he approaches his mother. rio stretches out his cheeks, mumbling a “adónde fuiste?”

he greets your mother with a kiss on the cheek paired with a side hug and your father with a dab up. as he takes his place next to you he nudges your thigh, a slick grin still plastered on his face from earlier. you lightly slap his hand, muttering a “behave,” under your breath.

“i gotta ask,” uncle aaron speaks, “how’s the guy doing?”

“oh, him?” you point to him using your thumb, “he’s a pain in my—” miles sends you a side eye, waiting for you to finish your sentence as uncle aaron lets out a boisterous laugh.

“you’re asking y/n? she’s just as difficult.” your father teases from the other end of the table. miles pokes his tongue against his cheek in an effort to prevent a laugh from spilling from his lips due to the truthfulness of your dads statement. you glare at the both of them, your eyes narrowing at their teasing.

“but seriously, how are you guys?” your mother pitches in, genuinely curious.

“he’s alright, i guess.” you playfully state while smiling to yourself.

“she cool, i guess.” miles fires back at you while also smiling.

you lightly punch him in the shoulder, staring at him while fighting the ache in your cheekbones due to how much you had been smiling.

your parents nudge each other in the side as their eyes rapidly bounce between the two of you, silently thinking the same thing, ‘they’re literally us.’ rio and uncle aaron also look at eachother, smiling amongst themselves at the interaction.

it was nice to see miles drop his stoic persona for once, after the death of his dad it was nearly impossible to catch him smiling even slightly. if rio was able to see her son smile like this all the time, then she would gladly welcome you into her home anytime.

“glad to hear,” she smiles, “listen, you have my full permission to slap some sense back into him the moment he starts acting a fool, you hear me?” her eyes bounce between the two of you.

“don’t gotta tell me twice, mrs. morales.” you laugh.

your parents call over a waiter to check on the status of their order, the tables attention redirected for a bit. you soon feel miles lips graze your ear, softly saying “who you gon slap? you know i’d fold you in half, stop playin’.”

after knowing miles for as long as you have, you’ve come to learn that his words tend to have a double meaning. in the rare cases that they didn’t, it would be pretty obvious due to either the tone of his voice, or by his body language. in this case, your suspicion was confirmed by the tone of his voice.

“why does your mind work like that?” you turn to face him.

“ma, you know why.”

“i really don’t.”

“it’s the y/n effect.”

“i know you not over there making moves on my daughter!” your father calls out, miles backing up from you immediately.

“never, sir.” he leans back while laughing.

— BONUS SCENE

“been waiting to do this all night.” miles says as he drags you outside the restaurant while your parents cover the tab.

you quietly laugh when he backs you up against the wall as he shamelessly attaches his lips to yours, his excitement piqued when you return the kiss. his hands trail up and down your body as they fiddle with the straps of your dress, your hands moving up to sensually caress his neck. you fondle the end of his braids, wrapping your arms around his neck.

caught up in the moment, you both fail to realize the chime of the restaurants bell till you hear the clearing of a throat and the shout of your government name. your eyes widen as you quickly shove miles as far away as possible, returning to your respectful places on the stone pavement.

“damn, in the middle of the street? have some decorum at least.” uncle aaron tuts in the midst of your parents wide eyes.

yeah, you were definitely getting the talk tonight.

love, berry.

[harunayuuka2060]

Ortho: Hello, Mr. Leviathan!

Levi: Hello, Ortho-kun! *chuckles* Good morning!

Ortho: Are you here to play with my brother?

Levi: Yes. And I also need to talk to him about something.

Ortho: In that case, I will wake him up.

Levi: Eh? Why? Is he not awake yet?

Ortho: Well, you played games with him until 4:07AM.

Levi: *awkwardly smiles* Sorry...

Ortho: It's fine! But please try to decrease your game time. My brother is still a human and his health is important to me and everyone else here in Ignihyde.

Levi: Yeah. I'll keep that in mind.

Idia: Huh? Leona has teamed up with Belphegor? What does that mean?

Levi: You know what it is!

Idia: Yeah, I get you. But I don't think it would be ideal for the Prefect to add another lover to their existing number of husbands.

Levi: Do you honestly think that is the case?

Idia: What?

Levi: Seven avatars of hell, the future king of Devildom, the demon butler who can manipulate time and space, the most powerful sorcerer, one archangel, and one reaper wife who likes to set up traps.

Levi: And on top of that, there are two who are crushing on them from both Devildom and Celestial Realm.

Idia: ...

Idia: Geez.

Levi: Right? And I can't blame them because MC is so amazing and you couldn't help but to love them—

Idia: Time, time!

Levi: Huh?

Idia: You're not helping your case, Levi. Every time you say MC is amazing, the listener will be interested and it would urge them to know them better, to form a relationship with them.

Idia: And with the way you rant right now, it seems to me that you are recruiting me to be their boyfriend.

Levi: If you can't beat them, join them.

Idia: Noo! MC is already tired with all of these things! They don't need another socially-awkward gamer lover and a lazy lion prince!

Idia: Give. Them. A. Break!

Levi: ...

Levi: Idia-kun... You really care about MC... *sniffles* *smiles* Are you sure you don't want to be their boyfriend?

Idia: Ask someone who's more willing and wouldn't mind sharing a relationship with a bunch.

Levi: If you're referring to that dragon guy, no way. Nuh-uh. I don't like him.

Idia: Malleus? Why?

Levi: He's got a long lifespan.

Idia: ...

Idia: Wait.

MC: *has finished the necessary steps to become a noble and has gone straight to their third year's class*

MC: *didn't notice that they're still wearing their formal demon outfit*

The third-years: ...

MC: Do you have any questions before we start this class?

Trey: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Trey?

Trey: Um... Are you forgetting something?

MC: Hmm... No. I think I have everything here.

Trey: O-Oh... Haha... Okay.

MC: ...

MC: What are you all staring at? *raises an eyebrow*

Rook: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Rook?

Rook: Beauté, Trickster! Admirably sinful even!

MC: Huh?

Lilia: *who's giving Malleus a teasing look*

Malleus: *his cute, little expression while staring at them*

MC: Cater, why didn't you tell me that I looked weird earlier?

Cater: I was busy admiring your pact marks.

MC: You were staring at my leg?

Cater: And shoulders. 😩🙏

MC: ...

MC: Did I really look that good?

Cater: Yes, bestie~ We almost kneeled in front of you.

MC: ...

MC: You're exaggerating.

Cater: But it's truue~. *chuckles*

[hazbinwhoree]

OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adam’s sinner 😩😩😩😩 Maybe it’s the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators 👀👀

Maybe more smut if you’d like 🫣

Adam’s Sinner

Part 2/3 Part 3

A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I don’t want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox

Adam didn’t really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.

His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)’s house, but still.

A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. “Remember,” Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. “Lock down. Stay inside. Hide.” “I know.” He kissed her forehead.

The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.

(Name), running from one of his exterminators.

Lute noticed Adam’s face drop, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay, sir?” Adam didn’t answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.

(Name) was on the ground, his exterminator’s foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. “HEY!” His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. “Sir?”

“This one is mine,” Adam bit back his panic. “She fucked up one of my kills last year.”

“Oh. Sorry, sir, she’s all yours.” Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).

“What the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!”

“Adam-“

“No, you know what, I don’t even want to fucking hear it.” Adam was seething from the scare she’d just given him. “Get your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.”

They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.

Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)’s place.

“You want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?”

(Name) looked embarassed. “My friend–”

“No friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?” (Name) couldn’t look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. “...Sorry.”

He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.

“Don’t do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.” (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.

“I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.”

Adam scoffed. “Yeah it fuckin’ was. You’re lucky I love your dumbass.”

“You love me?”

Adam’s mind was a chorus of “shit shit shit”, but he owned it. “Yeah, what’s the big fucking deal?”

(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.

“I love you too.”

[melosliving]

You did jealous reader now give us jealous Aaron pls. I was thinking jealous of reader’s ex. But that’s just an idea. Xoxo

LET ME COOOOOOK 🤓 i made it fluff sorryyyyy😩 but tell me if you want a smut version ! I had so much fun writing this honestly I looooove jealous aaron DOWN . Hope you’ll like it baby ❤️❤️

dad!aaron pierre x mom!reader

your child gets in trouble with… your ex’s kid..

You were already so annoyed walking into that principal’s office, but the moment your eyes landed on him, your entire mood shifted from irritated to pissed. "Oh hell no,"

Your ex.

Of all people.

Sitting there with his arms folded, looking just as unimpressed as you, his kid sitting beside him with the same damn attitude. You sucked your teeth, crossing your arms, because of course your child had gotten into a fight with his child.

Aaron picked up on the shift immediately, his gaze flicking from you to your ex, his jaw tightening. "You know him?"

Before you could even answer, your ex leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Damn, I didn’t expect to see you today."

Aaron’s hand found your waist instinctively, pulling you in closer. You tilted your head, looking him up and down like you were sizing him up. "Don’t talk to me."

The principal, clearly exhausted before the conversation even began, sighed and rubbed her temples. "Let’s get to the point. The kids got into a fight—"

"Correction," you interrupted, "Elijah defended himself."

Your ex scoffed. "That’s not what I heard." You turned to the principal. "Who started it?"

She hesitated. "Technically, the argument started over a toy—"

Your ex’s partner cut in, leaning forward to look at you, exasperated. "Let’s be real, your kid threw the first hit."

You didn’t even blink. "Excuse me ? And why was that ? Because your kid put his hands on him first."

The principal tried to regain control of the room, but at this point, you and your ex were locked in a standoff.

"You always did like to twist shit around," your ex muttered, shaking his head.

You barked out a laugh, sharp and humorless. "And you always did like running your mouth with nothing to back it up. Don’t try me today."

Aaron leaned in slightly, his voice low but firm. "Watch your tone with her."

Your ex smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Aaron like he enjoyed pushing buttons. "Relax, man. We’re just talking."

Aaron didn’t even blink. "No, you’re talking. And I suggest you stop while you’re ahead."

The principal let out the deepest sigh of her life. "Okay, let’s focus on the kids—"

"Right," you said, taking a deep breath, because you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. You turned to your child, who had been sitting quietly beside you, watching the whole exchange with wide eyes. "We’re going to talk about this at home, but what you’re not going to do is let anybody put their hands on you without consequences. You hear me eli ?"

Your son nodded firmly. "Yes, Mommy."

Your ex sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "See ? This is the problem—"

Aaron cut him off. "Problem is, you don’t know when to shut the hell up."

You smirked, leaning in slightly. "Tell him."

By the time the principal finally wrapped things up, you were more than ready to leave. You grabbed Elijah’s hand, turning to walk out, but just as you reached the hallway, you heard his voice behind you.

"You know, you still look good."

You froze.

Aaron did too.

This man had the audacity to lean against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin crawl. "I forgot how fine you were when you were mad."

Aaron stiffened, his whole body going rigid.

You turned on your heel so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. "What did you just say to me ? Baby hold my purse." You say, holding your purse out to Aaron.

Your ex chuckled. "Damn, you still got that fire in you. Used to love it."

You took a slow, deliberate step toward him, tilting your head. "Say some dumb shit like that again in front of my kid and my man, and I promise you, your kid won’t be the only one with a black eye."

Aaron exhaled sharply, taking your purse and rubbing his temple like he was trying to keep it together. But the way his hand clenched into a fist ? Oh, he was two seconds away from losing it.

Your ex held up his hands, amused. "Relax, relax. Just reminiscing."

Aaron finally stepped in, standing chest to chest with him, his voice dangerously low. "Try that disrespectful shit again, and you’ll be reminiscing from the hospital. Don’t play."

Your ex raised a brow, clearly debating whether or not this was worth it. Eventually, he scoffed and backed up, shaking his head. "Aight. I see how it is."

You gave him one last once-over before rolling your eyes. "see why I left your ass in the past. Stupid ass ni-."

Aaron’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you toward the exit. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, his fingers gripping your side just a little tighter than usual.

"You good baby ?" you asked.

His jaw flexed. "I should’ve hit him."

You snorted. "Trust me, I was this close."

Aaron sighed, shaking his head before finally glancing at you. His lips twitched slightly, like he was trying so hard not to smile. "You really told him you’d black his eye."

You shrugged, smug. "And I meant it."

Aaron exhaled, finally letting the tension go, before pulling you in closer and pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "That’s my girl."

@ melosliving 2025

[maskedbyghost]

Hi I'm sick and I hate it 😩

Could I please get Simon helping the reader with her cold thank you 🩷

aww, get better soon, anon! here's something to help you a bit :)

the moment simon hears you cough, his expression shifts, worry flashing in his eyes. he doesn’t say anything at first, but the concern is there. you’re curled up in a blanket on the couch, tissues scattered around you, eyes a little red from the constant sneezing.

he stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you intently. “you look like hell,” he mutters, but the usual teasing edge is gone.

you give him a weak smile, shrugging, “thanks, simon. feels worse than i look.”

simon steps forward, dropping a bottle of water on the table next to you. “drink this. helps with the throat.”

you glance at him. “i’m fine,” you say, voice sounding hoarse.

“you’re not fine,” simon responds firmly, sitting beside you. his hand presses gently against your forehead, checking for a fever, though his face softens when he finds it’s only a little warm. “stay still, yeah? i’ll get you some medicine.”

as he leaves to fetch the meds, you lean back against the couch, grateful for the attention but too tired to fight it. when he returns, he sits beside you again, his presence calming, like he’s taking care of everything.

“open up,” simon says, offering the pill with a cup of water. you comply, taking it without protest.

“thanks, babe,” you whisper, your eyelids drooping slightly.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he replies gruffly, but there’s a tenderness in his voice. “just rest, alright? i’ll make sure you don’t get too comfortable—don’t wanna make it a habit of me looking after you.” his lips twitch, but you catch the softness in his gaze before he looks away.

you lean into the warmth of his side, feeling safe, and as the minutes pass, you realize that you’re not so miserable. simon’s there, and it’s enough.

a moment of silence stretches between you, and then, as if something pulls him closer, simon leans down and presses his lips to your forehead.

you blink up at him, surprised, and weakly protest, “simon... you’re gonna get sick, too.”

he looks at you with a playful smirk, a hint of defiance in his voice. “no, i won’t. i’m built different.” he leans in closer, brushing his lips against your forehead once more. “and i’ll kiss my wife whenever i want.”

before you can say anything else, he stands up, grabbing the blanket around your shoulders and tucking it a bit tighter. his voice lowers to a teasing tone. “now rest up, yeah? i'm here with you, love.”

-

two days later, you hear him cough from the other room, the sound hoarse and rough. you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. when simon walks into the living room, sniffling and looking miserable, you raise an eyebrow.

“what happened to being built different?” you tease, watching him slump down onto the couch beside you.

he groans, rubbing his nose. “seems like i wasn’t as immune as i thought.” he gives you a pointed look. “i told you i’d kiss my wife whenever i want.”

you chuckle, handing him a tissue. “well, now you’ve got a cold, too.”

simon grumbles under his breath, but his lips twitch upward. “serves me right, i guess.” he leans his head against your shoulder. “guess you’ll have to look after me now, love.”

you grin, settling in beside him. “oh, don’t worry. i’ll take good care of you, simon. fair’s fair.”

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@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving @blackhawkfanatic

[luciaintheskyainthi]

just gotta say i love your ECM story so much- I'm never going to not ship Spiderman with Redhood again and happily resign myself to be further entrenched in the rare-pair universe. (if you ever want to hear why Kermit the Frog is in love with Grover from Sesame st, I have a notebook)

But I come to you with a funny that i just thought of upon a reminder of the spideypool ship.

(I honestly was always meh about their ship, but their dynamic in the crossover comic is objectively fun. That comic is also my reference point for the characters in this context)

Anyway

Wade: Spidey! You two-timed me with my lesser emo knockoff!

Peter: Are you implying that you have multiple emo knockoffs?

Jason: Knockoff? Of that guy! He looks like someone tossed Deathstroke in a blender.

Wade: Rude. I'm Deathstroke tossed in a blender if he was 40% less road sign and 100% more Canadian. And yeah, I saw that skimpy little number of yours in Gotham Knights. Warner Brothers isn't fooling anyone.

Jason *mildly confused blank stare*

Peter: I have no idea what this conversation is about.

Wade: This quote-un-quote relationship you have with buckethead here. Webs, please, tell me what he has that I don't! I can tape a bat to my chest and whine about daddy. What am I missing?

Peter: An off switch.

Wade: Wow. You know what, fine! Continuity be damned! Go for the reboot Robin folks hated so much that they overwhelmingly voted in a call-in audience poll to let the Joker kill him. I made more than a billion at the box office last year. I am basically the immortal version of Ryan Renolds. I know my worth, Spidey, and in the words of Celine Dion, my heart will go on!

Peter: ...

Jason: ...

Jason: ... you mind repeating that first part, pal.

Oh my friend, welcome to rarepair hell. The pairing on AO3 hasn't even hit triple digits yet 🥲🥲 (98!!! We're sooooo close lmao)

I do love the idea of Deadpool gesturing between himself and Jason, all WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DOONN'TTTT

(aLSO?! 'Skimpy little number' you hath slain me whaaat that's so funny to me 😹😹😹 )

Also I'll never recover from the fact that fans voted to kill Jason (although there's plenty of evidence that DC had intentions of doing it to Jason anyway. The main writer at the time hated the idea of child sidekicks, but especially Jason. They were gunning for Jason for a while). The angst potential involved in Jason learning that his death was planned in such a way 😩😩😩 augh it hurts so good.