#i dont own heels (surprisingly)

[teabutmakeitazure]

chrollo has the ego and confidence of a much taller man, 5'10 and acting like this...i wear 6 inch heels and its over for him

I'm 5 8 so if i get on my tip toes I could out-height him. He should be thankful he's built with bricks instead of skin because if I get my hands on a pair of heels he's getting stabbed with the heel while being repeatedly called short. 5 10 isn't short but Chrollo is

[corvidae-00]

Joost Klein x drunk!reader in the club🎉🎉🥳 (but she’s like messy drunk and probably needs to be cut off)

A/n: MY FIRST REQUEST 😭😭 THANK YOU ANON! I had tons of fun writing this for you! I hope you like it 😭

CW: weed, drinking, throwing up, swearing, clubbing, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS ANYTHING!!!!!

Word count: 1,297

Getting drunk was something that wasn't the norm for you, not that you didn't drink but you always were lenient at getting DRUNK. But it was a good night, Your boyfriend and his group had just finished a concert that went super well and with adrenaline and energy still high everyone decided the night club was a good location to let loose and enjoy the rest of the night while its young. You of course decided to let loose a little- just a little tonight seeing as your boyfriend Joost was so ecstatic and you had so much energy from being in the crowd who was loud and very very expressive tonight. The club was surprisingly packed and that just added to the excitement even more. “We are going to have a good night, yes?’ your boyfriend whispered into your ear leaning down and kissing your cheek with a smile “of course” you reach back to run your fingers through his hair that was still damp from the many water bottles he had poured over himself to cool down. He shudders and sighs into your ear before standing up and stretching a little looking over at his friends and back over at you sliding you his card from his wallet “Get yourself something to drink- i might lay off the alcohol tonight-” he thinks to himself deciding a few cigarettes and maybe a joint or two sounded a lot better than getting drunk and dealing with a hangover ontop of exhaustion the next morning “then come meet us over there-” he points over at a little less crowded part of the club “maybe me and you can test the dance floor” Joost winks leaning down to kiss both your cheeks which you accepted before catching his lips in a quick kiss “Ill be over in a second” You hummed “Save me a seat-” you requested stepping back towards the crowded bar. Joost smirks and pats his thigh with a wink “you always have one if you ask” He purrs and you can feel your face flush before waving him off “go sit down” You chuckle before turning on your heel going towards the bar ignoring the cat call your boyfriend sends your way but you cant ignore the small smile and a laugh making its way up your throat.

You dont actually know what happened. One drink turned into two before you could stop and then three- you knew you were supposed to go back to meet up with Joost and your friend but the drink you randomly picked out was just- so good- and before you could even step away you had finished the glass and got another. Clearly the alcohol in the drink was a lot stronger than what you were used too as you began to get fuzzy and eager for the next drink- the bartender not realizing how quickly your tolerance was dwindling- and you were also admittedly not aware of how quickly your once steady standing turned unsteady and how quickly vomiting sounded pretty nice, on your 8th glass you ended up leaning on the counter to support yourself drunkenly singing along to the fast paced dutch song blasting out of the stereos at the head of the club- the people around you joining in on your own little concert you didn't even realize was pretty loud. Ordering another drink unable to even lift your arm without feeling tingly or nauseous you felt a hand grab your shoulder “I have a boyfriend you fuck-” You whip your head around and look at the chest that greets you “Ugh men-” You slur and look up at concerned blue eyes “ shit schat- your fucking hammered” Joost mutters smelling the sweet alcoholic drink on your breath “How much did you have?” he questions a little worried as you blink and then giggle a little “You are so hot-” you mutter falling into his arms a little “how did i bag a beauty like youuuu~” you giggle running your fingers over his shoulders and Joost wraps his arms around your waist to support your unsteady weight “so warm” You flutter your eyelashes at him closing your eyes and humming in content “You are drunk” Joost hums smiling down at you a little “How did you get so drunk- i leave you alone for a few minutes” He raises a brow not an ounce of anger or disappointment in his voice- if anything he is amused- you dont ever get drunk so what was different today? Joost reaches behind you grabbing your half drank beverage and taking a swig surprised at the intensity of the Alcohol count “Holy shit-” He blinks and looks down at you “i didnt know you were that hardcore” He laughs dodging your hands which are now trying to touch his face in sheer admiration “it’s nuuthing” you giggle out running your fingers through his hair “mmsoft” you chuckle letting Joost gently pull you away from the bar after confirming with the tender the bill was payed not worried about the expenses. Joost tugs you along letting you drag your feet every now and again not too worried about how heavy you were as you werent heavy at all to him, just a cute bundle of drunken mumblings and yelling at women who even look at Joost- threatening to fight them outside even if you couldnt stand by yourself- your threats or reasonings for being mad not even making sense and thus causing your blonde boyfriend to sheepishly wave and look down at you with slight amusement. Once outside Joost lets you get some fresh air, the club too stuffy and heavy to even think straight let alone feel better after getting hammered. “I dont feel good” you finally slur out hanging your head in defeat “i dont doubt it mijn liefje” he whispers to you rubbing your back before quickly pulling your hair up letting you throw up the insane amount of alcohol in your body. Joost winces and rubs your back with his free hand. You blink slowly once you are able to stand up straight, “Ugh” you groan out holding your head and Joost takes out some napkins he had in his back pocket to wipe your mouth and shake his head “we should get you back to the apartment” Joost offers and you pout “But the night is still younggg” you whine and joost takes your arm wrapping it over his shoulders careful to lean down so he doesnt hurt or stretch your arm out “theres always another night” He hums to you and starts leading you away towards your shared home careful and slow listening to your slurred complaints and compliments mixed in always something about how wonderful his hair looks or how special he is to her.

When they get home Joost is quick to lay you down in the bed and get your shoes off and changing your flimsy drunk figure into a pair of soft pajamas. He kisses your cheek and laughs softly “you are so cute” He admits standing up straight “No you are” You retaliate looking up at him and giggling. Joost quickly leaves the room and comes back with a glass of cold water and sets it down on the night stand before climbing into bed with you discarding his shirt and scooping you towards him. “Feeling any better?” he questions running his fingers through your hair “jus a lil” you mumble snuggling yourself into him the room spinning slightly “Thats okay, ill take care of you tomorrow” Joost hums leaning over and turning the lamp off “Just take it easy” He kisses your forehead “and next time there is alcohol im monitoring you” He jokes laughing at your groans of disagreement

Dutch meaning: schat- babe. Mijn liefje- my darling

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY FIRST JOOST FIC!!! Keep the requests coming!!! I love writing for this man

[kentosbabes]

More bf-gojo? I loved the perfect combination of fluff and smut bits. ★

your wish is my command!!! hope you enjoy :33

Bf-Gojo who loves when you surprise him at work bringing him some lunch and just keeping him company till the end of his shift. Sometimes if you had baked batches of cupcakes or cookies you would bring all of them sharing them with people all around his building, Gojo just admires how kind and considerate you are as you offer your freshly baked goods to his employees. He would sometimes leave things at home and calling you acting all stressed just so you come and join him helping to relive his stresses in more ways then one.

Bf-Gojo who now joins you when you have an 'everything day'. He's sitting on the counter as you carefully paint on the face mask onto him, your brows furrowing with concentration. It gives him another excuse to stare and admire you for longer. He is also surprisingly good at painting your nails so you let him paint yours as you gossip to him about the drama in your office and friend group and as much as he hates to admit he gets so involved and even begins to share his own gossip.

Bf-Gojo who enjoys exploring the city with you going in and out of art galleries and museums. His hand in yours as you talk him through the art on the walls explaining in detail the backstory behind each one. If it was anyone else he would simply tune them out but with you he listens intently taking in every detail. He adores how smart you are and praising you the whole time your in the gallery. 'Your such a good girl you know that right' he would whisper in your ear the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as you exit the building.

Bf-Gojo who gets more cocky knowing your the most perfect girl and knowing your all his just boosts his ego so much. 'Oh your so smart, the way you talked about those paintings got me so riled up' he'd say kissing down your neck as you bounce up and down on his dick, 'Your so perfect and you all mine. isnt that right darling?'. only able to whimper in response Gojo smirks at your fucked out state. His hand grabbing onto yours and placing it on your lower stomach so you can both feel how deep he is inside of you.

Bf-Gojo who babies you when your sick. He's pulling out all of the stops running you hot baths, cooking you soup and watching shit tv with you never leaving your side until you feel better. Gojo defiantly calls Nanami for help asking him for the best remedies and how to get you feeling better asap.

Bf-Gojo who secretly loves when you praise him, even just when you say how proud you are of him once he's completed an important presentation or saying how good he is when he helps out with making dinner. Your words going straight down to his dick till he cant take it anymore and having his way with you. 'f-fuck toru your s-so so good to me' your praises only making him harder and he knows its going to be a longg night.

Bf-Gojo who does anything and everything to make sure your okay. Your heels are hurting to much? he will carry you home so you dont have to walk any further. Your having a hard day at work? he will be there picking you up and helping you unwind in a steamy shower.

Bf-Gojo who cant wait to meet your parents, although he's nervous he knows how much they mean to you so being able to meet them only furthers his desire to wife you up a soon as he can.

Bf-Gojo who teases you about the way you like your coffee, 'I love you but thats coffee not tea doll why you adding so much sugar and cream' he would say as he sits sipping his black coffee. He laughs at how defensive you get calling him the weird one as your cheeks begin to redden at his teasing.

Bf-Gojo who wants to just spend everyday with you cuddled into him as he draws patterns up and down your back, and when you get up to grab a drink your ass pocks out from underneath his top and he can just sit against the headboard hands behind his head admiring his perfect girl.

part 1 here

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[jovialmoonprincess]

AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 2)

First Part. / The Winter Ball

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader 

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Word Count: 2k.

Warning(s): None, 15 yo Corio!! FLUFF FLUFF THE KIISS READ IT FOR THE KISS

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated! Comment to be tag in the next part" And REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Y/N was nervous. Attending parties wasn't something she was used to, especially in the Capitol. Her father always reminded her not to trust anyone, and distrust had become second nature to her. Tigris, her friend, had borrowed her a dress, even though her father could now afford to buy as many as she wanted. Tigris insisted she needed something special, something she had that would be perfect. When Y/N asked if Tigris was going to wear it, the answer was no; the dress wasn't hers and wouldn't fit, but it would look gorgeous on Y/N. Tigris, with her generous heart, always tried to cheer up Y/N when she cried out of fear and missed her friends from the districts. And surprisingly, Tigris never judged her, perhaps because she shared her own fears and people to care about.

Tigris understood when Y/N called suggesting a girls' night. It was a code for "my father is unbearable, only talks about war, and I want to stay away from him at least tonight." Tigris simply made a list of activities for them, from plucking eyebrows to watching romance movies on TV.

Y/N's dress was stunning, in a bright navy blue shade. And it was the first time she wore heels. Tigris also borrowed her the jewelry. Y/N walked with cautious steps, afraid that someone would look at her and discover she was an imposter. Even though she was part of the Capitol now, she didn't know how people would react.

After almost an hour of pretending to be invisible and enjoying the chocolate dessert on the table, people started leaving the dance floor. They got tired of dancing and were heading for the food, the only activity they seemed to practice. Y/N left the table to get some air; so many people were starting to tire her, even without talking to them yet. Outside, the scenery was beautiful, with a flower-filled garden, water mirrors, and something like an illuminated gazebo. She walked there; it was already night, and she wanted some fresh air. Looking at the night sky was comforting, something shared by everyone, regardless of their districts.

"Hey, this dress looks beautiful on you." She almost had a heart attack; it wasn't for anyone to notice her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was Corio, Tigris's cousin, always kind when he saw her.

"Thank you, it was Tigris…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"It was my mother's; my grandmother gave it to Tigris, but it suits you much better. Tigris likes things less… simple." A compliment, perhaps?

"Thank you, it's a really beautiful dress." She replied with a smile. Almost too beautiful that it doesn't suit me. She felt guilty for undoing the memory of the boy's mother.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Y/N couldn't stop looking into his blue eyes; how could someone be so beautiful? It was almost painful.

"I came out to get some air; it was too hot inside." She replied.

"Just when I was about to invite you to dance?" He smiled; my God, he looked even more beautiful smiling. Y/N! What's happening to you?? He's from the Capitol. You shouldn't be getting involved with these people, at least not sincerely.

"Oh, I don't know how to dance." She lied; what if he leaves and forgets that she's wearing his mother's dress. Maybe that's why he's here; he must have confused his feelings. After all, why else would he approach her? Oh, maybe he just wants to be friends with his cousin's friend. Could be, right?

"I can teach you." He was already so close to her; she could feel her heart beating in her throat. "If you want…" He extended his hand to her, and Y/N took it. What harm could it do, after all?

The touch of their skins was electrifying. He placed a hand on her waist, and she breathed; it was as if there wasn't enough air between them. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath. The music could be heard clearly from there, as well as the sound of their feet on the wooden floor.

"Tigris talks a lot about you. I think you're the only friend she really likes. She feels at home with you." There was sincerity in his words.

"We have very similar stories; I also went hungry during the first rebellion." Corio was an intriguing character; Y/N didn't know what his real intentions were. He seemed like a good guy, even if he was closed off.

"I heard your father is sick, is it true?" He seemed slightly concerned. Y/N met Trigis first, because of their parents. They became good friends despite the age difference.

"Oh, yes, it seems that sometimes winning a battle doesn't mean winning the war. The battle ends, but life goes on, and problems still arise." She spoke with a sad and thoughtful voice.

"It's kind of unfair, isn't it?" He asked as they continued to dance slowly.

"What?"

"Having to worry about hunger while there are people inside who claim to be hungry all the time, even without knowing the real meaning." She didn't expect to hear that, at least not from him. Corio seemed quite comfortable among his friends.

"Yes, it's unfair." She replied seriously. "I wish I could change all of this."

"You know, people like you, me, and Tigris. We deserve more; we have to strive to reach the top." Corio was ambitious; anyone could see that.

"I think we're already at the top." Whether she liked it or not, feeling hungry in the Capitol was different from living in the outer districts. At least here, they had a chance to be heard if they spoke at the right time.

"This isn't the top, Y/N." She didn't know how much she needed to hear him say her name until he said it for the first time. "We're in the Capitol, but we're still not at the top."

"What would be the top for you, Corio?"

"Being president. It's the highest position; I'm sure that when I get there, I can really do something." The way he spoke was as if he wanted to improve the country's situation. To be a fair and democratic leader.

"Sorry about the dress; I didn't know it was your mother's." Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about politics. They would have better opportunities for that.

Tigris probably said something about Corio's mother, but Y/N's memory was terrible.

"It's been a while since she died, in my sister's birth." She could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"The dress looks beautiful on you; I'm glad my grandmother kept it." Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you."

All was silent. All was still. But as they looked at each other's eyes, they heard the unmistakable clamor of their own hearts. Corio was getting closer to her, his lips so close to hers. It was like one of the movies she watched with Tigris.

When their lips touched, something ignited inside Y/N; it was as if nothing else existed. It was a feeling that, if cultivated, promised to become addictive, a sweet dependence that she wouldn't be in a hurry to overcome. His lips were soft, an irresistible invitation, and his touch was like a gentle caress, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment of that unique moment. One of Corio's hands held Y/N's waist with care, while the other stroked her face gently and firmly, as if sealing a silent pact between them. The kiss was like a hot summer day in the middle of winter, a comforting surprise that transported her to a place where there was only the softness of Corio's lips and the delicate and firm touch of his hands.

It was a kiss that transcended time and space, a promise of something deeper and more intense that awaited on the horizon. Breaking the kiss, the gaze they exchanged contained the promise of a future that, at that moment, seemed full of exciting possibilities. The world around them may have continued in silence, but within them, the melody of that kiss would echo for a long time.

The first kiss was a revelation, a sublime experience that transcended circumstances. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to attribute part of this enchantment to the beauty of the setting, but above all to the even more dazzling figure of Coriolanus. At that moment, for the first time, Y/N felt truly beautiful, removed from the ruthless clutches of war. It was as if, for a brief moment, she found the calm before the storm.

Although she wanted to prolong the kiss, Y/N interrupted it, yielding to the inevitable need for a pause. Their gazes intertwined in silence, a communication deeper than any words could express. Coriolanus's eyes, an ocean of blue fascination, were irresistible, and Y/N felt submerged in the intensity of that gaze. Withdrawing gently, she sought refuge on a nearby bench, and Corio, in silence, took a seat beside her. Hesitation hung between them, neither daring to initiate the next exchange of words.

"Did you enjoy the chocolate dessert, didn't you?" Corio's soft voice broke the silence, eliciting a sincere laugh from Y/N. Had he noticed the taste of chocolate on her lips, or had he just watched her during the dance in the hall? The question lingered in the air, hovering between them, lacking the courage to be asked.

"I loved it," confessed Y/N, although she couldn't determine if she was talking about the dance, the dessert, or the kiss. Perhaps all the options were correct.

"You lied to me," accused the young Snow.

"What?" Y/N laughed again.

"You said you didn't know how to dance." The accusation came with a smile from Corio.

"Maybe," she replied, smiling.

Hours unfolded in deep conversations, a natural harmony between Y/N and Corio. Words flowed, laughter echoed, and the kiss, a magical moment that both chose to ignore, was never mentioned again. Corio, a dreamer aligned with Y/N's aspirations, revealed remarkable ambition and unwavering confidence. Meanwhile, Y/N still struggled with uncertainties about her destiny, eager to capture some of the determination radiating from Corio.

It was the ultimate moment when Y/N felt truly connected to Corio. At that moment, she sincerely believed that he was destined for an extraordinary future as a student in the Capitol. With the passage of time, that memory became nostalgic, a pearl of an irrecoverable past.

In present times, in the Capitol (4 years later)

Y/N, immersed in reverie, contemplated a photo taken with Tigris during the ball. After this glimpse of the past, resentment towards Corio increased. How could he get so close so quickly and distance himself just as fast? They could have continued. However, after that winter break that year, Snow didn't spend more than 5 seconds near her. Their interactions were limited to fights, but even so, Y/N couldn't ignore the boy's beauty.

A last dance preceded the Plinth Prize weekend. It would be an opportunity to meet Corio again, four years after that memorable kiss, in drastically altered circumstances. Y/N awaited eagerly, sometimes questioning her sanity, pondering if everything that woman had said would come true. Corio would graduate, go to university, meet someone, and find happiness. He wouldn't become a murderer, let alone a dictator.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that something had changed in Corio since that first kiss. The boy who was once dreamy and affable now exhibited a more closed-off side, as if a shadow had settled in his soul. Every word was measured, and his smiles were scarce, replaced by a serious and concerned expression.

Corio had become more abrupt, and the lightness that characterized his personality seemed to have been replaced by intense seriousness. Y/N noticed that he closed himself off, keeping a distance that didn't exist before. That touch of softness and charm, present in the boy who taught her to dance and gave her an unforgettable kiss, had turned into an aura of tension.

Y/N remembered one of their first fights.

In a classroom full of tension and academic expectations, the teacher announced with a firm voice, "For the next assignment, we'll have randomly assigned pairs." The students' gazes met, a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Among them were Y/N and Corio, both already known for their rivalries and fierce competitions.

The draw took place, and fate decided that Y/N and Corio would be partners in the next academic endeavor. A wave of murmurs ran through the room, accompanied by intrigued looks directed at the two protagonists.

On a cold study afternoon in the library, Y/N was immersed in her books, tracing meticulous notes and underlining important passages. Corio, on the other hand, flipped through pages with a serious expression, focused on absorbing all available knowledge.

As the hours passed, tension grew. Each had their own approach to the task, and soon the differences became apparent. Y/N preferred to explore ideas and theories more broadly, while Corio delved into specific details, prioritizing accuracy.

"You need to focus, Y/N. These assignments will shape our academic future," said Corio, his tone a mixture of concern and impatience.

Y/N lifted her eyes from the books, facing Corio with a resistant expression. "I'm not disregarding the importance, Corio. I just believe that there are more ways to learn than simply burying yourself in books all the time."

Y/N's words hit Corio like a challenge, and his response came with an unexpected intensity. "Do you think you can afford not to dedicate yourself entirely to studies? The competition here is fierce, Y/N, and only the best succeed." The discussion unfolded, and sharp words flew between them like arrows. Y/N advocated the idea that university life should be more than just grades and rankings, while Corio insisted that the path to success was paved with tireless effort and dedication.

The tension reached its peak when Y/N, driven by frustration, accused Corio of having lost the ability to dream and live beyond academic expectations. Corio, in turn, responded with the accusation that Y/N was being naive and reckless about her future.

The argument, fueled by intense emotions and fundamental differences, echoed through the silent library, drawing curious glances from other students trying to focus on their own studies. As the inflamed words dissipated, Y/N and Corio stared at each other, aware that they had crossed a line separating their views, revealing the depth of the differences that now threatened the stability of their relationship. The ensuing silence was laden with resentment and the bitter feeling that something significant, beyond grades and books, was shattering between them.

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Just wanted to drop a quick note to say a massive thank you for all the love, likes, comments, and follows on my story. <3

Big virtual hugs and high-fives to each and every one of you. See you on Part III.

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Again: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!

[hybeboyenthusisast]

➺ thirteen: the night of the party (18+)

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warnings: smut!! unprotected sex (reccomend you dont do this), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, choking, pet names, alcohol, mentions of weed, dancing, kissing, creampie, aftercare, groping (this list was written in the order i remembered things hehe) let me know if i missed something

wc: 3k

The frat party was in full swing, with plenty of drunk students doing whatever they felt like. Some were making out wherever they could, some were either playing or watching some beer pong, and of course, there was a mass group moving in what was supposed to be dancing. With so many drunk young adults pressed up against each other, movement was limited, so Soobin could not find it himself to dignify this group as "the dancers". They were more like a group of fish swimming about in the sea; moving side to side but definitely not dancing. Except you.

Beomgyu was supposed to be keeping an eye on you this time, yet he was nowhere to be found. Despite promising that he would take care of you, he did what he always did to you at parties; disappear. You never really cared to think about where he went or what he was doing, not after that time you walked in on him having sex. You learned from that experience to never search for your brother and simply hope he doesn't wind up dead in a ditch.

Jungwon, on the other hand, stuck to you like glue at parties. He was so worried about you as you were already a huge troublemaker when you were sober, so you were an even bigger one when you were drunk or high. But, tonight he had been granted his freedom with Beomgyu's false promise to watch you.

There you were, just outside the school of fish, actually dancing. Your movements were fluid but your eyes were sharp, and anyone who dare come near you with the hope of dancing with you was quickly scared off by your glare. Maybe it was the smoke from the weed in the basement wafting up, or maybe it was the two cups of whatever had been handed to him; Whether it was what he drank or what he was breathing, Soobin certainly wasn't thinking clearly as he attempted to do what most were too afraid to at this point.

Bopping his head to the beat of the music he could barely hear because it was just so damn loud, Soobin made his way over to you. With the dim lighting bouncing off your features and your lips, shiny from your lip gloss, you looked divine. Despite your drunken state, you were surprisingly aware of your surroundings, and you turned to face Soobin as he was approaching you.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you kept dancing, and Soobin didn't know if you were questioning him or daring him. He opted to believe the latter. His hands, much larger than your own, gently grasped your waist and spun you around so your back was pressed against his. Your ass grinding into his front.

While you had no idea what had possessed Soobin to dance with you, you were not letting him go so easily.. or at all. His hands snuck their way up your shirt and sat firmly on your waist, the feeling of his heated skin against your own making you shiver. Soobin was pressing himself into you, pressing you into him, and it was starting to feel like a wet dream coming true. Soobin's hard cock was straining against his jeans, begging to be released, to be touched.

It was when he leaned down to nip at your earlobe that you snapped; if you could have this man, you were going to have him. Despite his steady grip that was keeping you how he wanted, you spun in his hold and pressed your lips against his.

Even with your heels, the height difference between the two of you was both obvious, and a turn on. You always loved how small Soobin made you feel (probably not just size wise but emotionally :/ ) when you stood by him, but you had never been this close to him to really see and feel the difference in your heights.

Your lips pressed urgently against Soobin's, desperate to get a taste of the man you had been crushing on forever. He kissed you back with the same urgency, one hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to give him better access to your mouth. With a swipe of his tongue at your lower lip, you moved back to break the kiss.

"Take me upstairs," you yelled to Soobin, a flirty smile on your face as you moved his hand on your waist to rest on your ass instead. Soobin grinned at you, squeezing your ass firmly and leaning down to kiss you, before taking your hand in his and leading you through the frat house.

You giggled as the two of you navigated your way through a sea of wasted students, finding the most bizarre breaks in the crowds to get your way to the stairs and then to Soobin's bedroom.

Soobin shut the door behind you as you followed him into his room, backing you up until you were pressed against the door. He really wasn't even thinking anymore; at least nothing more advanced than how pretty you looked and how your kisses made his cock throb. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, please you, and ravish you. With his cock guiding his decisions, he slammed his lips against yours, his tongue very quickly finding yours and beginning a sensual tango. Your hands rested on his shoulders, feeling how broad they were and hoping you'd find your legs thrown over them. His hands were grabbing your ass and pulling you into him, his clothed hard on slowly beginning to rut against you.

You pulled away from his lips for air, small gasps leaving you as he began tracing the skin of your throat with his teeth. His teeth barely grazed you, but with each little nip he gave you, sparks shot out all along your body. You felt electrified, every nerve hyper aware of Soobin's presence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Soobin leaned back to cup your cheeks, gazing into your eyes and searching for any signs of hesitation. You dove forward and pressed your lips against his in a quick motion.

"Yes," you nodded, placing your hands over his on your face. "I am so sure, Soobin."

If he were less intoxicated on your kisses and the alcohol, he probably would have stopped everything. Sure, he wouldn't sleep with you when he was sober, but he was also much more of a gentleman when it came to sex. Especially for a first time with someone. But he was not enough in his right mind.

Soobin handled your body with such ease, like you were merely a doll, and you were enjoying it probably a bit too much. One moment you had been pressed against the door, and the next, you were on your knees in front of Soobin, who sat at the edge of his bed.

His eyes were dark, almost predatory as they took in the sight of you kneeling before him. Your hands ran up and down his thighs, the rough material of his jeans prompting you to quickly get to work on removing his pants.

Soobin leaned back, resting on his hands as he watched you unbuckle his belt, your hair in disarray and your lipstick smudged. Despite your messy appearance, he thought you had never looked more beautiful. You made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down. Soobin lifted his hips to help you in your mission, smirking to himself as your jaw dropped.

He wasn't even fully on display, still in his boxers, yet you were shocked at the size of his bulge. You whimpered as you grasped his cock through his boxers, feeling the weight of him in your hand. He was by far the biggest man you had ever been with.

"Take off your shirt, pretty girl," Soobin commanded, moving one of his hands to push your hand off of his clothed package, groaning at the loss of pressure.

You complied easily, ripping your shirt over your head so fast. Soobin groaned at the sight of your pretty tits covered in lacey fabric, looking so inviting. They were a blank canvas for him to paint with his kisses, and he was looking forward to this masterpiece.

"Baby, you're so fucking pretty," Soobin mumbled under his breath. You sent him a wink as you kissed up his thighs, bunching up the fabric of his boxers in your fingers to tug it down.

Honestly, you never once thought a dick had ever looked pretty. But pretty was the best word to describe Soobin's throbbing member, with a pink mushroom tip and veins running along the length. He was much larger than you had ever expected, with a decent girth to him as well. Your core clenched around nothing as you imagined how stretched out you were going to be on his cock.

With a continously growing wetness between your legs, you leant down and wrapped your lips around Soobin's tip, tongue lapping at his precum. His hands moved to make a makeshift ponytail for you, eyes lidded at he watched as you worked your way down his cock. You choked as his tip hit the back of your throat, hands wrapping around the remainder that wouldn't fit in your mouth.

You worked with your hands to set a steady rhythm, twisting and pumping his length while you bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like a vaccum. Soobin was already so on edge, so turned on by you, that he really wasn't going to last very long if you kept this up. He swore to himself he would cum in your mouth next time.

You whimpered as Soobin held you and halted your movements, gently pushing you off of him. "Why?" You asked, staring up at him with doe eyes. You thought he had been enjoying it, given how his thighs had been tensing up and his breathing became more ragged.

"Wanna cum in you," he whispered against your lips as he pulled you up and kissed you. "Strip and lay on the bed."

Despite how gentle his tone was, you knew he was commanding you; even if he wasn't, you would do whatever he wanted anyway. You made a show of it, throwing off your heels, shimmying out of your skirt, swaying your hips. You unhooked your bra, your eyes trained on Soobin's as he watched you. You caught the silent gulp he did when you threw your bra off into the distance, sending him a teasing smile.

"Like what you see?" You innocently giggled, crawling onto the bed and swaying your ass as you got into position. You spread your legs, a hand running over your clothed core before dipping inside your lacey panties. Soobin growled, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

He basically pounced on you, covering your smaller body with his larger one, his arms holding him so he hovered above you. His lips pressed against yours urgently, nipping and tugging and demanding all your attention.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at his scalp to press him further into you. His bulge was pressed into your stomach, and you were so ready to have it splitting you open. Your inner thighs were slick with your wetness, so much so that you probably wouldn't need much preparation for his cock.

He wanted to prepare you, though, two fingers plunging inside your walls rapidly, almost unexpectedly. You moaned loudly, relishing in the feeling of his long fingers reaching places your own fingers never could. Soobin grinned at you as he watched you bit your lip, moving his fingers in a rough, steady rhythm.

You looked so good and Soobin wanted to devour you completely, have you screaming his name. Your walls were clenching around his fingers, getting close to your orgasm with how good he worked his fingers inside you. If you were going to cum anywhere, though, it'd be on his face or his cock.

You moaned as Soobin kneeled on the floor by the edge of the bed, roughly grabbing you by the hips with his free hand to pull you to the edge. You squirmed as his hot breath fanned against your inner thighs. Soobin gently kissed up and down your thighs, enjoying how soft your skin was, and how you eagerly tugged at his hair to try to get him where you wanted him.

Your heavy breathing and beautiful sighs were music to Soobin's ears, and he wanted to hear them over and over again. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was you; but he promised himself in that moment that this would not be the only night that he had you lying beneath him.

"Please, Bin," you sighed in frustration, his lips edging closer and closer to your clit but never reaching. "You're being so mean."

Soobin smirked, gazing up at you from his spot between your legs. He bit the edge of your lacey panties and pulled them down with his teeth. "I'll be even meaner if you don't behave, baby," he nipped at your thigh quickly, before finally giving you what you wanted.

He suckled on your clit and his fingers danced inside your gummy walls, groaning against you as he got a taste of your wetness. You were simply delicious. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you clenching down even harder, and Soobin sped up his actions to encourage your orgasm.

You moaned, gripping Soobin's blonde locks and pressing him further into you. "I'm gonna c-cum," you panted out.

Soobin released your sensitive clit from his lips, whispering something you couldn't make out. Before you could even whine from the sudden lack of stimulation, his thumb was on your clit and his tongue was between your folds. You screamed as he got you seeing stars, cumming all over his fingers and his face.

He greedily lapped up your juices, groaning at how good you tasted. As your high passed over you, you gently pushed against Soobin, whining at the overstimulation. "But you taste so good," he responded, slurping at your folds with his tongue.

You were so overstimulated but you felt so good, you couldn't push him away. Soobin heard you sniffle, immediately removing himself and sitting next to you on the bed, cradling your face in his heads. His eyes were filled with worry, searching yours as he tried to figure out what made you sniffle.

A single tear trailed down your cheek, and Soobin gently brushed it away. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, placing your hands atop of his. "Just felt good- too good," you assured him, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "I'm not hurt. That was amazing."

Soobin kissed your forehead, stroking your hair with one hand while he still held your cheek in the other. "You okay to keep going or do you want to stop?"

"I will start actually crying if you do not fuck me right now," you gave Soobin a teasing smile, grabbing him and pulling him on top of you. The pair of you made your way to the head of the bed, hands touching everywhere and lips never parting.

You wrapped your legs around Soobin's waist, moaning into his mouth as the feeling of his heavy cock against your wet folds. "Baby, you're really sure?" Soobin mumbled against your lips.

With your nod of assurance and a quiet whispered "yes", Soobin pulled from the kiss to align himself with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust. You felt so tight, so small, enveloping him in a vice grip. The room was quiet aside from the heavy breaths and scattered groans and moans, both of you getting used to the feeling of being intertwined.

You had tears in your eyes when Soobin finally bottomed out, feeling like you were being ripped apart by his dick, but it felt so good. "Please, please," you begged, grasping at his broad back for some form of grounding.

"Already dumb on my cock?" Soobin asked, chuckling. You looked beautiful underneath him, face scrunched in pleasure as he began pushing in and out of you at a steady rhythm. As much as he wanted to fuck you until you couldn't walk, you just looked so small and delicate, and he didn't want to hurt you.

"Harder," you mumbled, leaning up to press kisses to his bare chest. "Fuck me hard."

Soobin was wrapped around your finger, even if he wanted to be in control. You asked, you get. Soobin's large hands held a bruising grip on your hips as he began pistoning in and out of you like a beast in heat.

His rough movements had you clenching, had you screaming, even had you scratching at his back. Each thrust of his hips against yours had his pelvis pressing against your clit, rubbing hard for only a moment before it was over, repeating again and again. Soobin wrapped a hand around your throat for more leverage over your body, squeezing gently.

He was very, very close, but he knew you were too. His thrusts were slowing down, but he was still rough with each one. "Cum for me, doll, cream my cock," Soobin demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving your face as you moaned out his name, cumming on him.

Soobin's hips stuttered as your orgasm triggered his own, filling you to the brim with his seed. He continued to fuck into you, pushing his cum deeper and deeper in you. You pulled Soobin down to lay fully on top of you, capturing his lips with your own.

He obliged for a moment, before pulling out and rolling over. The two of you lay in silence, just trying to catch your breath.

"Come here," Soobin said, opening his arms and gesturing for you to snuggle into him. You sighed happily as you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. Soobin's strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame, squeezing you lightly in affection.

" 'M sleepy," you mumbled, nuzzling your face against him. Soobin smiled, though you couldn't see it, and pressed a kiss to your head. He gently adjusted the both of you so you were under the covers, protected from the cold air as the room cooled down.

"Sleep, baby. I'm here."

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[dollwrites]

ummmm the blurb prompt "i dont think you'll last much longer, dont you?" with yuen pls fhshdhshdsh idk if that's taken or not yet but at least me say it thru the asks ><)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), villain!fem!reader, fuck or die, coercion, dub con ( for usui ) and consensual turned noncon ( for reader ), rough sex, overstimulation to blackout mention, murder threats, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“I truly hope all of that cock isn’t just for show,” you’d examined the man that stood before you, stripped of his garb, admired every ridge in his abdomen, every rolling hill of muscle in his arms and legs. and, you’d nearly swooned at the sight of his cock— it lay limp at the moment, kissing his right thigh, thick and long, with a sparse bed of silver hair at the sturdy base. but the real question wasn’t if his cock was big and beautiful— it was it the devout hostage could use it. “I’ve fucked enough religious men to know they flounder,” you waved your manicured nails in the air, flippantly smacking your crimson pout, “they cum much too soon. You are quite the specimen, but is that all you are?” he doesn’t answer you, his face neither hard nor gentle, but as flat and emotionless as a painting. you sigh, and stand, heels clicking as you saunter over to him, the visage of a lioness stalking a gazelle. you believed him to be weak, helpless ( a severe underestimation that you would pay for dearly ). you grab hold of his face, enjoying the feeling of the softness of his warm, fleshy cheek giving way to your sharpened claws, and he doesn’t so much as make a sound. however, his sharp eyes glowered at you. your voice drops to a sultry whisper. “If you can’t satiate me… your poor Revengers will all die. And I’ll start with the brat.”

you never expected how much you would come to regret provoking him.

“F—fuck!”

it was all you could muster— a broken word, never meant to cross such pure lips as the ones you were meant to possess, but you couldn’t bite your tongue. your nails bit and scrounged at the sheets, tearing at the fabric as your eyes roll back.

you couldn’t have expected his hips to be so powerful, so mechanic and precise in their thrusting. aside from his breathing getting ragged above you, he made little noise. a faint sigh of pleasure as your walls gripped him particularly tight, if the swollen head of his cock battered a nerve bundle, but that was it.

“S—slow down!”

but he wasn’t.

Usui had both of his hands on the mattress, his forearms scraping against your hips as he keeps himself firmly leveled behind you, the force of his rutting jostling you about underneath you. you could only hear your own screams, and the sound of your slick slapping against his taut, lower abdomen each time your body ricocheted back to smash your ass against him.

“I’ve already cum three times!” you reach underneath your own body, to slip your hand between your thighs and push your fingertips against his legs as he plowed into you, “You’re going to r-ruin my c—cunt!” you could feel your pussy drooling cum on to your wrist, and you mewled, eyelids fluttering. you couldn’t tell if all of the essence belonged to you.

if it didn’t, then Usui had already cum, too, but showed no signs of even slowing his brutal pace.

“Was I not meant to satisfy you, High Priestess?” Usui’s voice is surprisingly level, despite the ferocity at which he fucked you. his head drops, lips coasting along the shell of your ear as he whispers in a raspy breath, “You don’t seem satiated just yet. Your cunt still milks me, your back still arches to accept my pounding down on you.” your eyes roll back as he speak, head rolling against your shoulders, and jaw slack. helpless, little whimpers for mercy escape your swollen lips, in tandem with small, spit bubbles. “Your body still begs to be conquered like this, even if your mind says you can’t take another inch. Until you can no longer lift your ass up to meet the weight of my thrust, I don’t think you’re truly satisfied.” the sheer skill of Usui’s love was enough to send you over the edge, but now the relentless nature in which he keeps you there is too much for you to handle. the never ending plowing of his body into yours, and the way the thick tip of his cock seems to barrel through to assault your most sensitive clusters of raw nerves, has you swirling in an abyss of unbridled euphoria.

“Y—you— going to… r—ruin—“

each time your body sucks his cock in to the hilt, you spasm beneath him, fucked to your limit and beyond.

Usui seems neither overjoyed nor annoyed by your protests, but his pace doesn’t change, his body hunkering closer to your back, rubbing firm muscle against it. “I don’t think you’ll last much longer, will you? ” he asks; if he were trying to taunt you, you couldn’t tell. “Your pleasure has already overridden your mind, but it’s about to break your body, as well. You’re going to black out.” his voice was like a swaddle of warm, engulfing your cloudy mind, and you shake your head— losing your words completely. for the first time, you could hear the hint of amusement in his tone, as if there were a ghost of a smile on his lips as they formed the syllables he whispers in your ear, “There will come a time, my dear Priestess, that someone you’ve wronged will bite the gold for you. And I will force you to repent for all of your wicked acts. Remember that when your body goes limp beneath mine, and your vision darkens. I will kill you for this one day.”

[ask-the-four-lords]

Aight K is back, and I'm gonna be a nerd! The three most successful predators (Aside from you girls :) Are I believe the Black Footed Cat, African wild/painted dogs, and Dragonflies! I'm gonna start with the one I am 100% certain of: Cassandra, you my dear are the dragonfly! They have the HIGHEST hunt success rate ever at 99% I believe! I Think this fits you quite well, dont you? Daniela, after a bit of thinking I decided to give you the Black Footed cat. It is the smallest cat in africa, and yet the most successful! While they are more successful then their bigger relatives at a 60% success rate (Compared to a lions roughly 25%). They are adorable and dont seem like a threat till you get a lil too close for their liking! I think that fits you quite well :) As for Bela, I had thought about giving African Wild Dogs (I'm gonna shorten it to AWD for this) to Daniela due to their social behavior, I believe that their intelligence and care for their younger members fits you better then the Black Footed cat would! As I mentioned they are incredibly social, with one matriarch leading hunts. Usually one of the older siblings stays behind to watch over any new pups as well. They hunt via endurance hunting much like humans did! They would simply chase after a prey item, nipping at its heels and giving it not time to rest (I did think about giving AWD's to Cass for this reason too), AWDs' have a hunting success rate of about 80%! I hope you enjoy! and as for you three as a group, definitely AWD's

Cassandra Dimitrescu: *talking quickly, manic* Ok so, after you told me this I did a bunch of research about dragonflies and after understanding what I was about to kill you over I'm happy to be ranked as a dragonfly, good job little human! Really, I was so close to killing cutting off appendages and disfiguring orifices...

Daniela Dimitrescu: Oooh, Bels showed me one of her books and they are really cute... and they're murderous! *Cassandra ruffles her hair 'the perfect choice for Dani!'"

Bela Dimitrescu: I was aware of all these species beforehand and this list was close to my own ranking, surprisingly. Before reading it I was hoping I would get this or maybe something else traditionally cooler. Anyways, it's an honor to be, as you said, a *a little mocking* AWD.

(K, this is one of my favorite asks so far, I appreciate the overwhelming nerdiness. Honestly, I'd thought about this before so y'know, respect -Auth)

[aromanticannibal]

mha characters physical headcanons (does that even make sense idk im french). this is in absolutely no order im just popping these up as I go

shouto is blind on his burnt side, the good ol headcanon. his eyes is a very dull blue

shinsou has a scar across his face from forster parents putting muzzles on him

bakugou is hard of hearing

aizawa has a single tattoo and it's a cat sleeping on a cloud

mic has a shit ton of tattoos including but not limited to : a matching tattoo of a cat meowing on a cloud, a lot of clouds, aizawa's goggles and capture weapon, music notes and partitions of his favorite songs, his own hero name, etc

midnight is tall as shit, shes taller than aizawa. mic is only 1cm taller than her but she wears heels all the time so she's still taller. she loves to tease people about it

I know it's just a funky thing horikoshi does to his characters sometimes but shinsou is actually one of the only people in the show to have white pupils. people's eyes mimic his pupils when shinsou brainwashes them.

aizawas hair is really thick and curly, but he takes terrible care of it.

on the topic of aizawas hair, sometimes it floats a bit when he's flustered, surprised, angry, excited etc

shinsou's hair just does that. it stands on its own and it's terrible and shinsou used to hate it but he comforts himself thinking it kinda looks like aizawas.

midoriya and mina are blasian i am right

mina has vitiligo

kaminari has a bunch of lighting shaped scars. also he's south asian and brown skinned because I said so

this is literally just how I edit hori's sketches now lmao (cough cough @lunejump)

iidas legs are fucking covered in scars and he refuses to say how he for them

ochako's cheeks are naturally really pink.

ochako's has chubby muscle dad bod vibe kinda. she'll beat the shit out of you anyway. she's also super small and wears discreet platform shoes sometimes

tsuyu's skin is just straight up green. I really just want her to be more frog like lmao. she got frog eyes too. toad skin in places with the little bumps and shit. also she's autistic I KNOW I SAID PHYSICAL HEADCANONS BUT SHH

dabi desperately needs glasses. he also has terrible dry eye because of the whole no tear duct situation, so in general he just doesn't see shit. he pays a lot fo attention to noise because of that.

dabi's hair is very fluffy and thick naturally, but dying it (+yknow the burning) made it really damaged (its why it's spikier than when he was young)

toga has a bunch of vampire features, notably : glowing eyes, pointy ears, the good ol' fangs, naturally sharp nails, pale ass skin from being sensible to sunlight, etc. she really likes garlic tho dont get her wrong

toga also got tattoos at some point, not a lot tho cuz she started only a bit after joining the league. she has : a lot of hearts, a bat, couple of knifes, "stainy <3" (she did this one by herself so it's a bit wobbly). she wants to get tattoos that ressemble her friends from the league, especially for twice, magne, dabi and shiggy.

mic has piercings. obviously. he has nipple piercings (listen im just a man), a nose ring (he doesn't wear it when doing hero work), a bunch of ear piercings, and an eyebrow one.

when they were in high school, mic got aizawa to get snake bites. aizawa stopped wearing them somewhere in his 20s so they closed back, and mic is constantly trying to get him to get them redone.

midnight prolly has matching nipple piercings with mic honestly they'd do that

shigaraki's hair is surprisingly soft because kurogiri makes him take care of it. when kurogiri gets arrested, his hair starts to get more tangled because no one brushes it anymore.

fuyumi, rei and dabi have the same hair type (wavy, thick fluffy hair)

shinsou stays pretty skinny no matter how much he muscles up. he has a fast metabolism and struggles to take on weight

aizawa is so fucking hairy its terrible

mic's mustache is like that because it's the only thing he manages to grow

mic's hair is like the opposite of aizawa's. it's straight and stringy, and its pretty damaged despite mic's efforts to take care of it because of all the hair gel

bakugou has heavy acne on his face and back, which is why he takes very good care of his skin. he doesn't really care if people think it's ugly, he just doesnt want it to hurt like a bitch

hagakure is really pale because the sun technically never really touches her skin. her eyes and hair are a weird pale color for a similar reason. not like anyone sees it much though.

MOMO IS TRANS MOMO IS TRANS I AM RIGHT. she was able to transition early on thanks to her parents acceptance and money.

momo is a bit chubby and taller than most of the boys in the class. she's never shy about eating a lot, especially since its what makes her quirk work, and she tends to get really hungry after using it a lot.

jirou often gets overwhelmed because of how much she can hear. think of dolores from encanto she can hear a lot.

her earjacks are really sensible too, but she doesn't really have anything to protect them.

jirou's irises are a very bright red.

hatsume is blasian, she has pink dreads

her arms are pretty muscly from working a lot on heavy stuff. she also has a lot of different scars on her hands and some on her face from her lack of care for safety

concerning shouto, the carpet does match the drapes. he isn't that hairy tho.

shouto has a couple of burn and frostbite scars on his arms from training too much. the burn ones are older, since he didn't use his flames for a long time.

shinsou is the type of pale thats so pale you can kinda see veins under the skin. he calls himself a corpse pretty often. it's also why his eyebags are so visible.

mirko is probably albino tbh (this is 100% inspired by that one edit)

while bakugou's palms are always super hot and sweaty, midoriya's are very cold for no reason.

midoriya bites his nails and the skin around them, often 'til it bleeds, so his fingers are. in a state (im just calling myself out at this point lmao)

mic has heterochromia and is hard of hearing

all might's eyes weren't blue before he got ofa. I like to think ofa modifies the user's appearance a bit, notably with the eyes. all might's eyes changed so luch because he went from no quirk to mastering ofa.

midoriya's eyes are very green naturally but when he uses ofa a lot, there's a blue tint as well (think the overhaul fight)

kirishima's hair must be so fucking damaged man. his hair is naturally black but he dyes it a very bright color, so he probably needs to bleach it a lot. it's probably permanent dye too since he wants to keep it like that, and he probably dyes his roots often too. plus the hair gel. he probably went through the elastic hair pain

bakugou's eyes are an orangey red, while kirishima's are blood red.

similar to all might and midoriya, aoyama's eyes became that bright sparkly blue when he got gifted his quirk. they're probably kinda glittery looking. his eyes were probably brown originally

kendo has stretch marks and some scars on her hands from them changing size so often. it doesn't really hurt tho.

shinsou probably had braces at some point

kaminari has a tooth gap

sero is part latino. he has brown eyes also.

sero's skin gets sticky sometimes. he hates it because people think he's dirty. It's really just a side effect of his quirk.

because I'm trypophobic I refuse to think sero has holes in his elbows. his tape is probably a sort of extension of his skin, and the weird shape in his elbows are here to help produce the thing.

denki has an eyebrow piercing

shinsou's eyes glow slightly when he's using his quirk, but it's not that noticeable.

aizawa's eyes glow yellow (like in the manga because I love yellow). otherwise his irises are completely black. it's unnerving

aizawa actually isnt that silent when he speaks, unless he's trying to. he has a big voice.

mic is actually very silent when he wants to because he's used to controlling the volume of his voice. also, he's very good at doing weird shit with his voice.

similarly, shinsou is very good at mimicking voices and sounds. he struggles a bit with high voices because his voice is naturally deep, but he's good at imitating birds and cats. he can purr also because I said so.

im losing inspiration unfortunately. feel free to share ur headcanons in the tags or in reblogs (even if they go against mine it's fine lmao). have a good day

[spiralcloudpassage]

STELLAR BLADE THOTS TIME. To everyone and anyone who thought it was going to be a bad game i hope you eat it. Post-game elementary review under the cut.

the game’s design is eponymously stellar. The world is fleshed out; there’s plenty of exploring to do and objectives to complete; maps are expansive and multilayered with different layouts and aesthetics to each one; gameplay and combat controls are immaculate; and most surprisingly, the character writing is introspective and focused. I had an unbelievable amount of fun with this game, and am currently enjoying the new challenge of a hard mode in new game+. I will be playing this game for a long time to come.

much of the genuine trepidation towards this game (other than The Discourse which was so asinine and pathetic that i loathe that i may have to address it momentarily) I believe came from the suspicion that it would be a clone of nier: automata, with many elements from the story we saw in trailers and the demo giving clear parallels to the plot of an alien invasion threatening a league of sexy androids. Any further inspection however reveals that most of the direct parallels end there, with the direction of the plot and the personalities that bloom giving stellar blade its own unique sense of character. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the women in the game were given agency and drive (the game passes the bechdel test for anyone that needs it spelled out), though of course i wish that the designs for the women were more varied. No game is complete without a good handful of bulldog butches to round out the cast, and it’s a shame that they didn’t give us anything of the sort when the male designs are varied in that way and more interesting because of it. I love playing as the missing 13th member of LOONA, but even a strict sense of aesthetics should understand and appreciate the diversity of people that populate a planet– even when that planet has been made desolate.

Another large point of contention is the costumes in the game, which was once again a largely-reactionary response from cherrypicked screenshots teased before the games’ release, on both sides. Some of the costumes are, indeed, quite tacky, in the honorable spirit of any game in the cuntress slasher genre (or any game period, truthfully; they can’t all make the cover of vogue), but most of the costumes are actually well designed and stylish. There’s clear inspiration for each one, the themes are varied, and while thankfully not every costume is is sexy, every article of clothing EVE can acquire is chic. I appreciated that there are a few costumes where she has flat shoes in lieu of heels, and a few that dont accent her boobies or ass. Sometimes a girl needs a break from being the baddest. to the other side of the argument that threw a temper tantrum over “censorship” when the outfit you were bitching about literally shows off her kardashian-plumped pussoi; put a shotgun in your mouth and pull the trigger with your toes lmfao I dont even have the sense of humor to entertain your nonsense. One of the costumes has a clit window (and still serves). Another one forgoes the classic womb tattoo (or LED lights in this case) for the new and insightful ovary tattoo (LED light) instead. You’re so pathetic i can’t even put it into words.

The biggest attraction to this game for me personally however was without a doubt the combat. In the first look trailer we got in 2021, a video i can play in my mind as clear as day, I was able to identify two key features that put this title on my radar: a perfect dodge, the mechanic which platinum games perfected in Bayonetta all the way back in 2009, and a perfect parry, the mechanic that rocketed fromsoftware’s Sekiro to the top of the foodchain to forever outclass all action games to come. We will never get another Bayonetta or another Sekiro, much like there will never be a narrative that resonates quite as profoundly as what yoko taro produced in Automata, but Stellar Blade is not any of these games. Stellar Blade is Stellar Blade, and achieves a striking identity with the fluidity of its combat. Though being familiar with its predecessors aids in the understanding of its systems, treating them as interchangeable will lead to ruin, which I appreciated immensely. I didn’t start off doing terribly, but was punished severely for getting too greedy with combos or not being aggressive and proactive enough while trying to bait out attack sequences. The more personal nature of combat lends it more towards Sekiro, but with only a handful of human enemies in the game (four if i recall correctly, all bosses), the tactics and aggression needed to carve monsters to pieces are different and must be treated as such. Study, practice, and patience lead to action sequences that are bombastic, exhilarating, and salacious.

All of the action is underscored by a soundtrack that was truly breathtaking. Collabing with Keichii Okabe’s MONACA studio for some of the tracks was another cause for outcry of copycatting NieR (ignoring that MONACA has a very obvious deck of cards that they like to reuse across all of their games, no shade of course it’s all delicious), yet the soundtrack as a whole is diverse in its genre expressions. Obvious inspiration from kpop is what gives Stellar Blade its stylish personality, yet there are moving orchestral pieces, hard rock solos with thrilling guitar, and slow, mellifluous melodies that drift in and out of speakers as you move between the hub city and outside maps, or during brief stops at rest camps.

Perhaps the most delightful surprise in the game, however, was the true source of inspiration for the meat of the gameplay; Stellar Blade is a single-player action-adventure game, and it takes clear direction from the most successful games that came before it. Puzzles to progress forward or gather loot are varied and enjoyable in the same ways as Resident Evil, the atmosphere and level design is most reminiscent of Dead Space (a comparison I’m tickled to make, as several areas in the game were genuinely creepy and unsettling), and the platforming sequences are as tight and fun as the ever-classic Crash Bandicoot. There’s a fishing minigame that kicked my ass. The PS5 controller uses its functions to the fullest with its adaptive triggers changing the tension based off of ammunition fired from the drone or with soft vibrations to emulate the pitter-patter of raindrops or EVE’s footsteps on different terrain changing the intensity of vibration based on the texture of whatever is underfoot. It was sensory heaven identifying sneak attacks from burrowing enemies rumbling and tunneling under the sand to jump out at me from behind. There are difficulty levels that adjust the challenge to player preference, with accessibility options that let you auto-succeed QTE sequences or single-press buttons that would typically be repeated mashing inputs. This is a video game that enjoys being a video game, and as a woman enamored with video games, I cannot get enough of it.

There are criticisms to make, of course, and I’m not here to settle the argument of whether this game is feminist or misogynist. To label it as one or the other ignores the tepid nature of the subject, and encourages bystanders to form an opinion without seeing for themselves what’s under the hood. As a sexual woman who enjoys being strong, independent, violent, yet still sensual, demure, and unfathomable, I was delighted with the experience. EVE stands proud as her own woman; she is not the catty dominatrix aroused by carnage and destruction that is Bayonetta, nor is she the silent and surly tortured soul that is 2B. Stellar Blade can take pride in distinguishing itself from its foremothers as a modern game with modern aesthetics, and I hope to see developers truly understand just what kind of care and attention it takes to produce such a stellar title.

[piratefishmama]

Hiya! Can I ask #75 (which fic was surprisingly popular) & #76 (dealing with feelings of pressure) for the ask game?

And, if I can add a 76b, re: internal or external pressure, which one do you feel stronger / have a harder time managing?

Ask Game

75: Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

I think I was a little surprised at the reaction toward Nest.

It's not your usual Omegaverse fic with them being in a medical setting. so i was surprised that it landed so well! usually the draw to Omegaverse comes from people wanting the sexual side of it, not the clinical/medical side lmao.

Pleasantly surprised that people seem to be enjoying it!

76: How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Oh, i dont have any writing pressure!! Which is probably a little anti-climactic for you, i'm sorry haha.

I write for myself. It's a hobby, purely for my own enjoyment, if i dont feel like writing, i wont write, if i feel like writing one thing over and over again, guess what imma do!

I unfortunately dont really feel guilt when it comes to my own hobby, or... guilt in general, i'm autistic and guilt is honestly a feeling i struggle with, so if someone tries to push/pressure me into writing, or guilt me into it, I dig my heels in and do other things out of spite.

It's my one reliable skill, i'm not going to let it hurt me, or allow anyone to hurt me with it.

[dumbbitchfrommars]

LETS GET INTO THAT. 

i know for a fact that my manager is deeply, completely, head over heels, simperingly in love with his wife. i adore it, the way she’s always on his mind and it shows, by the way every word out of his mouth always circles back to her. 

BUT! my capricorn influence calls me to be the quiet observer, when im not calling all attention to myself with my aries fiery-ness. in those moments, i see the way he loves all that female attention he gets. and i try my best to be as respectful as i can, and i only wonder... is he always talking about his wife to make sure i know he is in no way interested in me? is he compensating for a teeny, eensy, weensy crush, perchance? 

deluded. i know. but it incites a sense of excitement. i dont really want it to be true. and i dont really want to have a crush on my manager. mainly for the fact that we work together all the time, and i dont want his wife to give me the evil eye if through her marital psychic powers she realises that i have been obsessing over her husband. to be fair, if that were the case, she’d well and truly know by now. 

my next point is that i think he mostly spends the time he works with another team member with me, and the rest on his own in the mornings. he controls the rosters, so he obviously prefers my company the most. this is easily the case, but it also is hard to deduce as a crush, because the other options are really pathetic. we have the most in common and i am young and open minded and interesting. 

moving on. he is a CANCER! and cancers and i have historically vibed on a transcendent level. i always catch myself remembering moments where he was surprisingly caring to me in a protective/friend way. and he is a brilliant and invested manager, more so than anyone ive seen before. which is surprising, cause where does someone even learn how to be like that? 

tbh, the truth is there is completely 0 evidence that he treats me different than any other woman in his life, because he is a sensitive soul, and he’s well trained by his darling wife. so i will mind my business. i just wanted an excuse to get all these thoughts out, cause i’ve never met someone like him before. i really appreciate him, and look up to him. as a friend, and as a role model, cause one day i can only hope i find a partner who loves me as much as he loves his partner. except i hope i find one who shares my love for children cause damn that man is afraid of them. 

ill take my wins as wins and losses as losses. i dont feel much attraction for him in reality. its more like a, it could never happen, hes completely unavailable, high risk attraction. and the fact that he has acknowledged my attractiveness, and somehow we are equal in his eyes? someone as beautiful as that? and so cool? he thinks im hot and cool too?! thats so fire. im cool by association. we are the baddies of the workplace. a platonic power couple. 

also on consideration of my earlier comment. i am but a fly on that womans radar. i know what she looks like (its hard to not stalk when shes all he talks about) and they are the definition of sexy, bdsm, and intimidatingly hot. she’s probably witnessed shameless women hitting on her husband in front of her. and i’m CERTAIN he has witnessed the same with men. she is sexy as fuck. frankly, i want her more than him. lol. but anyway, im just this random, 21yo, naive, butterfly who hasnt got a clue about anything to them. sigh. its pretty pathetic i could muster up an entire essay about people who dont even know or care about me, but i cant talk about this, so into my electronic mind-hole it goes. 

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Mistaken identity

Daniel Riccardo x reader in honour of Monza it was only right to post Danny Ric

Daniel Ricciardo as mistaken identity

F1 romance tropes masterlist

“You can do this Y/n its no big deal, just a promotion on the line nothing huge.” Giving yourself a pep talk fixing your hair in your cars mirror. You were a journalist well an intern but this article could be your big break. You almost couldn’t believe it when your boss gave you the chance to write it. But when the original journalist caught the flu his loss was your gain.

An exclusive interview with St Hugos, Chief winemaker Peter Munro, it was a huge deal, you left immediately from the office to the vineyard, a decision you were now regretting as your heels sunk into the dirt. Stumbling through the vines you let out a sigh of relief finally finding him bent down inspecting some vines.

“Hello!” You shouted with a yelp as you tripped in your haste. With surprisingly fast reflexes he caught you just before you could fall. You met his eyes with a wide smile collecting yourself.

“Sorry, your assistant told me youd be out here it’s nice to meet you sir,” you rushed out, Holding your notebook tightly to your chest. Daniel laughed at your obvious excitement, not to brag but he was used to that reaction. By assistant he figures you meant Michael, he’d definitely make fun of him for that later.

“Pleasure is all mine beautiful.” He couldnt help but pull the hand you held out for a shake to his lips. Loving the pink hue that dusted your cheeks. You coughed straightening up. “Shall we get started?” You asked motioning to the two chairs in the open spot between the rows of grapes. Dan just nodded following your lead. Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman.

He thought you were an employee of the winery but seeing your outfit he was starting to question his assumption. You clicked your pin and opened your book, crossing one leg over the other unintentionally showing off more of your leg.

“So, what made you decide to pursue wine?” You asked a soft smile on your face as Daniels scrunched up in confusion. This had to be a joke, Michael was definitely behind this. So being the jokester he was he played along.

“Well one night during dinner at this beautiful restaurant i just thought to myself wow this taste like shit i could make a better wine, and my mate dared me to and here we are.” He waved his hands to motion to the vineyard while you pursed your lips nodding. “Um okay.” To say you were surprised would be an understatement this was not what you were expecting out of a highly renowned winemaker.

“Let me ask you a question?“ Daniel or Peter as you thought, leaned in resting his head on his arm propped up on the arm rest of the chair. “Sure.” Setting the pen down you gave him your attention which he liked more than he cared to admit.

“What do you think of the wine?” He asked watching you closely as you dropped your eyes to the ground. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried it.” At your words his eyes widdened and he jumped out of his seat. “Well we have to fix that, stay here.”

He ran to his bag left by the vines and pulled out a bottle and a big decanter.

He popped the cork and poured it. You grabbed the bottle to look at the label when he was done. “What’s the three mean?” His smile widdened when you asked.

“It’s only the sexiest funniest most handsome Formula one driver, Daniel Riccardo, did i mention good looking?” You laughed and nodded. “Once or twice yes.”

“Are you ready for the best wine you’ve ever had?” He asked cockily, holding out the decanter. You ignored him and asked a question of your own. “Is that supposed to be a shoe?” He nodded excitedly. “Yep like a shoey its kind of my signature thing.”

You raised your eyebrow, this is definitely not how you imagined your first interview would go.

“You drink wine out of a shoe?” He shrugged, “normally champagne but same difference. Plus i dont have glasses so.” You watched as he took a sip like he’s done it hundreds of times before. “See”

Hesitantly taking the glass shoe you tipped it up. As he watched expectantly.

You nodded you head handing it back “It’s pretty good.” He whooped throwing his hands up making some of the wine spill out that he clumsily tried to jump out of the way. Looking over at you with a sheepishly expression as you having seen that.

“If we could, can we get back to the interview now.” You asked, as he settled back down.

“Counter offer, we play twenty questions I’ll go first.” He spoke not giving you a chance to disagree. “What’s your favorite color?” Shrugging your shoulders you thought for a second. “Orange probably.”

“You’re just perfect aren’t you?” His words made you blush again, but he meant it the longer you all spoke going back and forth learning little things about each other he couldnt help but want to learn everything about you. You were obviously excited when you met him but you didnt ask him one question about racing and he loved being able to have a conversation about the other things he was passionate about.

He smiled to himself as you tried to take another sip out of the decanter, it being passed back and forth throughout the interview. The sun was just setting casting a golden hue over all it touched, making your hair almost glow. He momentarily panicked watching you close your note book.

“Let me take you out?” He blurted out, making him cringe at his outburst. “I’m not sure that’s a -“ “what’s a better way to learn about me then spending more time with together” he interrupted, sensing your objection. He wasn’t wrong if you wanted to blow your boss away going more in depth would be the way to do it. So you nodded your head, pulling your phone out for him to put his number in.

“Dan?” You asked confused seeing the name he put under his contact. “It’s what my friends call me.” He explained. How people got Dan from Peter you have no idea but maybe it wan an inside joke you didn’t get. He like the gentleman he is walked you to your car before going to find Michael.

“We’ve been wondering where you were what took so long?” His trainer asked seeing Daniel finally stroll back in widest smile he had ever seen on the mans face. He and Peter have been waiting for him to bring back a grouping of grapes for the video they were supposed to shoot when he didnt come back.

“I was talking to the girl you sent looking for me and must i say I’m now a believer in love at first sight.” He trailed off wistfully. “What girl?” Michael asked confused he didn’t send anyone anywhere. Daniel laughed nodding along. “The one who thought you were my assistant, which now hearing it I think we need to change your title.”

Peter who was silently listening to the two men cut in. “Was her name Y/n?” Dan’s eyes shot over to him the second her name reached his ears. “Yes that’s her!”

Peter looked over to his assistant Alexander. “Was that interview today?” He nodded, “yes i sent you the email reminder this morning and set her to the vineyard.”

“I sent Daniel to the vineyard.” As his bosses words the mans face paled.

“So what happened exactly.” Michael who had been looking between the men like a ping pong match asked. “She’s writing an article about St, Hugo. And was supposed to interview me for it today.” At Peters words the dots in Daniels head started to connect. “That’s why she kept asking about wine”

“Please call Miss Y/n’s office and informe them of our mixup, so we can get it straightened out.” Peter told Alex who quickly reached for his phone only for it to be snatched out of his hand by Dan. “You can’t do that.” He rushed out panicked.

‘Why not?” Dan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “i might have asked her on a date.” He mumbled. “You what!”

“Look if she finds out from him I’ll look like a jerk who played her just let me go on this date and i’ll explain it myself in person.” He offered, hoping they’d go along with his plan, he could always just keep the assistants phone and run away so he couldn’t make the call. He sighed with relief when they agreed.

One date turned to seven and in a few months you were an official couple, while Daniel couldn’t be happier he still found himself stuck in that lie. “You want us to what!” Max shouted all the drivers were huddled outside of Daniels flat, shushing the Dutchman. “She may or may not think my name is Peter and I’m a winemaker so i need you lot to go along.” He explained, taking a quick peak back to the door to make sure you hadn’t opened it.

Collectively, Max, Lando, Charles and Carlos all looked disappointed while Pierre was enjoying the humor of it all. “You have to tell her what are you going to legally change your name just so she never finds out?” Charles asked making Daniels eyes widden. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Its a horrible idea!” They yelled getting shushed again. Daniel sighed looking more somber than the drivers have ever seen the happy go lucky Australian look.

“I love her,” was all he needed to say for them to understand. Carlos raised a hand to pat him on the arm pushing passed him to the door way. “You’re lucky i know all about the vineyards in Spain.”

Dinner went perfectly, no talks of formula one to give him away and true to his word Carlos talked your ear off about the winery’s he’s been to. “I wish we had this dinner a day earlier I would’ve loved to get a future on the article about peter.” You spoke. Making Daniels heart skip a beat, not in the normal way that happens when you’re around. “What do you mean a day earlier?” He dreaded your answer already having a feeling what you meant.

“I finished the piece, yesterday and sent it to my boss. She’s going to love it i have a feeling a promotion is right around the corner!” The drivers could hear your excitement which only broke their hearts, Daniels right there with them. He’s obviously heard about your hopes of being hired to the company and every second he didnt tell you the truth he was pushing you farther from you dreams.

Max loudly dropped his fork and starred daggers through Daniel, who sighed knowing what he had to do, he just hopes he doesn’t lose you in the process.

“You need to take article back right now!” He shouted, his nerves getting the best of him. “What, I can’t?” You tilted your head confused at his request and the sudden tension in the room. “I’m not Peter.” Daniels voice dropped to where you couldn’t even hear him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not Peter, my name is Daniel.” You laughed thinking he was joking but taking a look at the other men in the room, your stomach dropped. “I’m so sorry Y/N i tried to tell you i didnt know you were done writing it-“ his eyes got blurry the longer he watched you process the information, cutting him off.

“What are you talking about!” Realizing now wasn’t the time for apologizes and that you wanted and needed the facts. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Remember the wine we had when we met, i said it was a partnership with an F1 driver?” He started, pausing for you to recall the conversation. “The funny sexy one?” You mumbled out, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at your words, while Lando scoffed in the background.

“That’s me, the real Peter, was supposed to meet you that day but his assistant got mixed up and you ran into me.” Your breathing had gotten deeper as you starred at you plate, well through it. He wasn’t ready when your eyes met his sending daggers straight to his heart. “And you just went along because my job isn’t important, right just a little intern to play a joke on. This is my life Peter, or whoever you are!” You yelled abandoning your chair to pace back and forth. You’ll be a laughing stock interviewing the wrong guy was one thing but sending it to your boss, youll be lucky if you ever get hired anywhere.

“Y/n you know me.” He begged moving to reach for you but you smacked his hands away. “Apparently i don’t! Are they even winemakers?” Waving your hand to his friends who all had sheepish looks on their face but one who was still glaring at what’s his face. Daniel dropped his head, giving you your answer.

“Of course they aren’t, just you lying to me wasn’t enough was it.” You humorlessly laughed collecting your things from the kitchen, making Daniel chase after you.

“Y/N dont leave please let me explain.” He cried out trying to stop you the closer you got to te door the more his heart broke. “I love you!” He choked out, making you pause. Turning back to look at him with tears in your eyes. Shaking your head.

“If this is how you treat someone you love, i dont want it.” The boys watched as you closed the door behind you, Daniel not moving from his spot staring where you last stood. “She left.” He repeated over and over as they went to comfort their friend. “You’ll get her back.”

“How!” Dan sobbed out, needed every once of hope that maybe just maybe this wasn’t the end. Honestly they had no idea how they could help him fix this.

For days you tried to find every way of getting the article back, without luck you counted the days every time you walked into the office past your bosses desk keeping your head down, you got to day six when she called you in. Shutting the door behind you, immedily going into apology mode. “I am so sor-“ she silenced you were a raise of her hand.

“I dont know how you did it, interview Peter Munro not that difficult.” She started staring right at you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. In your panic you couldn’t help but think of the times Dan as you now know comforted you, making tea and your favorite meal after you told him you had a bad day, of course it was slightly Burned everytime but the thought was there. You nodded along to her words she was right it wasn’t that hard.

“Ma’am if i could just explain.” She interrupted you once again. “It seemed like an easy task for your first article, I’m honestly impressed.” She laughed and you just knew you were kissing your job goodbye. “But to get an exclusive with Daniel Riccardo, wow.” If you had water you would’ve choked on it for sure. Scrunching your eyebrows you asked her, “What?”

“I really don’t know how you did it but great job, the details you got make me feel like i knew him personally when i read it.” She praised, while you shook slack jawed. And slowly nodded. “I look forward to reading more of your work, you have a bright future here.” She stood to shake your hand. You couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. As you walked out of her office her assistant was waiting for you outside.

“You’re welcome.” She winked, leaning you there alone. Still confused as to what exactly happened you walked to you desk seeing a vase of orange roses. It didnt take a genius to know who sent them, it also didnt help they were beautiful. Reading the note you sighed. ‘I’m downstairs please meet me.’

You mind shot back and forth to meet him or not, you decided that if for no other reason then to have something to write about you walked to the elevator, tapping your foot on the way down. Seeing him leaning against a blue McLaren, you only knew that’s what it was from when you googled him. Between his fingers was a single rose. He shuffled on his feet as you got closer.

“Hi.”

“Hi Daniel.” His eyes lit up hearing you say his name for the first time, you both gazed at each other in silence. “So how’d you fix it.” You knew it was him, you couldn’t even get it back let alone make changes.

“Figured i messed it up the least i could do is fix it because you deserve that job more than any journalist I’ve met.” He shrugged. “Plus your bosses assistant is a big fan.” You huffed out a laugh at his words, making him smile at the ice being broken.

“Baby i am so sorry-“ he started, you shook your head eliminating the space between you both, “Shut up Dan.” Using your hand wrapped around the back of his neck you pulled his lips down to yours.

Snapping out of his shock he wrapped his arms around you forgetting about the rose until you yelped and pulled back being pricked by a thorn.

“Oh god I’m sorry.” He rushed to set the rose on his hood still keeping you close with one arm, not wanting you to walk away from him again.

“Are we going to be okay?” He wasn’t dumb he knew a kiss didn’t mean you forgot everything but he hoped it meant he had a chance. Giving him another peck you nodded.

“We’ll be good, I’ve always loved the mistaken identity trope anyways.” You joked making him relax against you.

“You can still call me Peter sometimes if you want.” He wiggled his brows making you laugh. And shake your head at his antics, you could forgive him eventually already knowing you couldn’t live without him or the chance of not seeing his smile everyday.

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[leeloooonfire]

STEVE HARRINGTON AS A DRUMMER FOR CORRODED COFFIN.

Hear me out:

After everything with the Upside Down is finished, Eddie's name is cleared and Hawkins gets back to "normal", Corroded Coffin get the opportunity to play at at a huge metal festival during the summer.

The issue?!

Drummer Gareth is out of the country for college, so the others try to find someone taking his spot. But all the other drummers they know are either unavailable, don't believe Eddie is innocent or don't play metal at all (yes, they even asked the drummer from the school and and bro, did they absolutely not want to participate).

Eddie, genius, lovely, perfect Eddie (yes, I'm biased, dont judge me!) remembers how perfectly Steve Harrington swung the bat, thinking "why the hell not?!?!"

So, he asked him.

And Steve.... says no.

But Eddie is persistent, even pulls the 'babe, I died'-card and in the end, Steve reluctantly agrees.

Because they still have 2 months to prepare and Eddie promises to teach Steve everything.

Because Eddie promises he wont make Steve listen to metal more than necessary.

Because they are friends and Steve just wants to hang out with people his own age instead of 15 year old randy teens.

Because...maybe Steve is lonely and tired and the house is too big, too quiet.

Because...yeah, Eddie, infact, died. And Steve still feels awful about it.

Soooo, Steve agrees and Eddie organises them a drum set.

For the next 2 months, they meet up every day and Steve, (un)surprisingly picks up the drums much faster and better than Eddie had hoped. Steve even seems to like it, gets excited about the band rehearsal, sings Corroded Coffin songs when he thinks no one can hear him, wears their shabby unofficial merch shirt and learns more songs than they actually need for the festival.

It's already a lot, but...

What Eddie didn't had in mind, is that it's hot in Indiana and playing the drums for a metal band is literally a full workout. Which means after 2 weeks of struggling, sweating and almost dying bc of a heat stroke, Steve stops wearing a shirt during their sessions.

And Eddie is just sooooooooooo gay! So fucking gay!

The not-so-perfect perfect hair falling into Steve's eyes, so much skin, chest hair, the battle scars that are absolutely metal and hot and does much more to Eddie than they should.... are distracting. Because Eddie is *GAY*!

He shouldn't be surprised when he falls for Steve. Really, he shouldn't. The man is attractive as hell after all, and sweet, kind, occasionally funny. He loves the kids, and Robin, and Nancy and Jonathan. He helps Wayne around the new government provided house, stands up against bullies (like his own dad), is the best older brother figure for Max and Dustin than possible. He listens to Dustin's rambling about DnD, Suzy, science, whatever... even when everyone else has shut down already.

And ... he looks at Eddie. Really fucking looks at him, sees him like no one ever did.

So, he shouldn't be surprised when he fucking falls head over heels for Steve FUCKING Harrington.

It's a shame that Steve is straight, right?!?!

[moodymisty]

MORE KHONSHU PLEASE 😭 BEGGING ON MY KNEES ofc you dont have to <3

Author's Note: Like I'm going to refuse writing more of the snarky bird god psh

Could also function as Part 3 to this but eh

Warnings: None other than Khonshu being a bit of a tease and some banter

The little bruises and scratches from a few nights ago are still visible on your skin after he’d left them, a linen wrapped thumb brushing over the ones on your arm as he sees them. He doesn’t comment about it, and his body posture is almost completely unreadable. Maybe he thought they’d be gone by now, since last he looked they were fresh.

He’d been busy with Jake, which explains the short absence; But it also reminds you of something.

“I was planning on telling them, at some point. It makes me feel awful that they don’t know I’m still speaking to you.” The god makes a noise and tightens the one hand around his staff, flexing his fingers.

“And why should you care about what they think?”

The sentence makes you scoff while looking up in his direction, unsurprised he seems to care so little about what Marc and Steven think. You wonder if it’s just a lack of care or jealousy; More than likely both.

“Because they’re my friend and I care about them?” It’s cold tonight, and you cross your arms just a little bit tighter as you lean back against the window frame. It’s open, and you can feel the soft breeze on your back as it blows by. You can see by the way he tilts his head he was clearly going to speak more, but oddly enough cuts himself off. He’s silent, leaving you to purse your lips. Turning fully around on your heel you push the window up higher, looking outward. The wind pushes at your hair as it blows by, cooling your skin as you can still feel Khonshu’s presence behind you. Surprisingly, he hadn’t just left.

He’s completely silent as he steps forward closer to you, body leaning over to such a degree that his head is right next to your own. His beak is against your cheek, one hand laying on your right shoulder as you lean against the window frame.

You should be upset with him still, but it’s a bit hard when he’s suddenly being so soft with you.

“It is a beautiful night tonight.”

He isn’t wrong. The view out of your window was probably subpar and even then the night sky seemed alight with stars.

“It always looks pretty, Khonshu.” The god lets out a noise that sounds like a ‘tch’.

“That damned Jake has been too much of an influence on your attitude.” You can’t really turn to look more at him, only tilting your head just enough that your cheek presses against more of his skull.

“Do you really think that I was only a smartass to you after Jake came along?” Even if he doesn’t respond directly, the silence is telling enough that you were right in the end. He’d never admit that even though gods always desire obedience, he enjoys when you bite back.

If anything it’s almost endearing; The way your eyes sparkle when he watches you fight back at him almost completely unafraid of a god.

They have that same look now surely, watching memorized constellations twinkle in a sky you’d look at far too much. Both in real time and in maps; Egyptian artifacts you’d looked over an uncountable number of times.

You think he’s just content to just watch the stars slowly move in the sky until you feel his other hand, fingertips drifting down your bicep. They travel slowly just barely brushing against your skin, downward until they meet your wrist. It’s then that they move to your hip instead, laying softly against you. His index and middle finger are just under your shirt, pressing against bare skin. The feeling of his linen wraps is unique, brushing over your skin ever so slightly and feeling the way your muscles tense in response. You comment his movement even if it’s subtle.

“I thought gods would be above teasing.” He lets out a scoff but his hand still stays against the widest part of your hip, not moving from where he’d placed it. If anything, his fingers fan out slightly, a few slipping just under your shirt and into your stomach, and spread across more of your body.

“We are.”

While his hand does finally still, given it’s size it still covers a good part of your hip; Enough so that his fingers are precariously close to your groin. Your lips purse as your eyes glance to see the worn linens that wrap around his body floating around you, defying gravity. Your eyes soon go back to the sky, and you fidget slightly on your feet. He has you almost completely trapped between him and the window; Though not as if you’d wanted to leave.

On one hand you might assume Khonshu is unaware of the almost suffocating position he’s put you in, but then again, it’s Khonshu; He knows.

He wants to get a rise out of you, even though you’ll try to never given him the satisfaction of it. Instead you stay silent, watching the way your fingers grasp the window frame. He instead speaks more about the sky instead of you, watching the way your body moves slightly against him.

“I know of many places where you can see far better than this, where it almost feels like a dream.”

Having a wild guess what he’s referring to your back presses against his body just a bit more, eyes looking downward towards his arm since you can easily look at his face.

“You want me to fly all the way out to Egypt?” Of course he would, you think. And you can’t deny the excitement of him showing you the world, such as the hundreds of years old temples in his honor he speaks of every now and again.

His hand begins to drift upward farther into your shirt just as you respond to your own question, swallowing at the feeling.

“I’ll, consider it.”

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Hehe haii!! Once again I loved !! What you wrote for bimbo!reader x castiel ! I'd love to see more of them together ! Like her coming to see him and pouting about him to his angel brothers that she never gets to see him but he's literally right next to him! Or when his brothers think she's a bit too dumb to protect herself but he shows them her little pink car covered in butterflies and pops open her trunk to see all her customized guns handmade riffles along with her own bullets that have little hearts on the side!🥺🌸💕😩🤍 and she comes out the bunker running to kiss him but stumbles and falls 🥺🌸 and he's just like... 😐"cute💞💖💞💖😘💕🤍🥺💕💕"

Badass Bimbo || Castiel x Bimbo! Reader

Thanks so much angel!! You’re so wonderful and I hope you enjoy this one just as much <3

Y/N was sitting at home in her beautiful pink apartment, it was early morning and she was drinking tea in her favourite baby pink mug that Cas had bought her as a gift , he had saw it in a store while they were on a hunt together before they were dating and knew he had to get it for her. She had her day planned out, Castiel’s “stupid brothers” as she called them were taking up too much of his time lately and she wasn’t fond of it at all! They used to cuddle up every night and watch romantic movies and chat into the late hours of the morning and now she barely saw him! She knew it wasn’t his fault of course, duty calls but by god would she make his brothers pay today, one rule, don’t get between Y/N and Castiel. After her tea , she did all her makeup beautifully, from her eyelashes to her perfectly applied lipgloss, she got dressed into a soft pink dress and high heels , curled her hair and off she went in her Car , which was also , surprisingly pink, well, not so surprisingly.

She parked outside the bunker and made her way inside, after the Winchesters got to know her , they really liked her! Her and Cas were such a good match and for Christmas last year, they had given her , her own pink key for the bunker! So she could come and go as she pleased to see cas when he couldn’t be with her ! Or if she needed anything at all, she was family to the two brothers now , and she could always call this place home too if needs be , the decor though? Not her style, she would have to give the place her personal pink power if they wanted her to stick around . Y/N made herself known with the clicking of her heels and walking down the winding stairs of the bunker , three of his brothers were there at the minute , Micheal , Gabriel and Lucifer , the Winchesters being away on a hunt “oh hell what are you doing here?” Lucifer grumbled and Y/N huffed and with a pout stomped her way over “you know why I’m here, I have a bone to pick!” She pointed at them all with her glamorous nails , the woman had no fear even face to face with Lucifer himself . “I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks!! And it’s all your fault! You’re taking up all his time , with no breaks to deal with the shit you caused leaving your demons run around Kansas!” Y/N yelled and Lucifer rolled his eyes “yeah yeah whatever pinkie, go back to doing your lipstick or something and leave the big boys deal with the monsters okay? You’re clearly not strong enough-“ he was cut off with Y/N giving him a good hard slap across the cheek , Micheal and Gabriel’s eyes were widened in shock “dont you DARE! undermine me and my experience! Devil or not I will not take your fucking shit!” Lucifer knew he couldn’t hurt her , he was powerless and like it or not she was important. Gabriel tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t hold it back “you got your ass handed to you!” He taunted and Lucifer stormed off in a tantrum , with all the chaos Y/N didn’t even notice Castiel come in! He had witnessed it all and had a grin plastering his features , that’s his girl. “BABE! I’ve missed you!” She ran over and gave him a big hug “hello love I’m so sorry , things have just been so hectic” Cas held her tight and kissed her forehead “I’m so proud of you…” he whispered to her and rubbed her back, Lucifer came back and sat at the table “can you PLEASE control that woman!?” He sneered and Castiel rolled his eyes “you asked for it.” Micheal stated simply “about time someone gave you a slap we’ve all wanted to do it for centuries” They all broke out into laughter Y/N smiled at Cas “I’m just headed to the bathroom babe I’ll be right back!” She ran down the hall humming.

Castiel walked over to the table where his brothers were , Gabriel spoke up “Cas, Brother , I know she just gave Lucifer a slap … but are you sure she can properly defend herself …? She’s kind of …away with the fairies …I’m not trying to offend but” he tried to explain, Cas sighed “come on…” he lead them outside to Y/N’s beautiful pink car popping open the trunk of the car , there was a massive devils trap on the inner roof of the trunk, and a massive crate of her customised weapons , guns , knives, hex bags even pink salt , you heard me .. pink salt , everything was pink somehow . Cas opened a box of bullets and held one up , lovehearts engraved on the sides of them. “I… take it back … shes got it handled” Gabriel spoke and the other two brothers looked in shock she didn’t seem the type for all this , but she was badass. “See..? She can handle herself , just because she’s girly and pretty doesn’t mean she can’t .. kick ass as Dean would say” Cas explained and Y/N stepped outside “admiring my car I see!?” She exclaimed running over tripping in the process, her boyfriend catching her just in time “cute” he smiled down at her, he was so grateful for her this was just what he needed after a long and hard few weeks , his angel here in his arms .

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Hey! Can you do a scenario with Kid :3 i dont have any idea so you can do what you want i would love it for sure! Xox

Tank you (✿^‿^)

yes yes yes i have a few kid scenarios in my drafts too so 😌

love story

description: kid and his crush are hanging out in his room and his crush asks if kid has ever been in love

the rain lightly pattered against the windows looking into kid’s workshop, the clouded sky cast a grayish hue into the room. the red head sat at his desk focused on the multiple metallic trinkets he had acquired from the last island. the combined sound of metals clinking and faint rain lulled you into a sense of content and wonder, letting your mind explore in the calm serenity of the room.

a certain thought popped into your head, one that you had surprisingly enough never considered or wondered, because it seemed sadly impossible. yet it still consumed your mind and you found yourself asking kid the questions that had seeped into your head.

“kid? have you ever been in love?”

you heard the metal noises stop momentarily before picking up again following a scoff from the red head.

“’course not, love is stupid and overrated- not to mention fuckin weak.”

you could hear the smirk in his voice and the clinking sound joined by the weather filled the silence again. you pondered his answer- as you greatly disagreed with what he had said- until you found another.

“kid? has someone ever... been in love with you?”

he chuckled and answered “probably, i’m quite a catch. but i already told you love is stupid and useless and i don’t want it”. part of what he said is true, the other part-, “love is stupid and useless”, is very wrong in your opinion. the “probably, i’m quite the catch” part, is definitely true-  for you had experienced first hand just how charming the pirate could be when he wasn’t screaming and violently, aggressively tearing villages and people alike apart- and even then there was something endearing about him. you couldn’t deny that you had fallen head over heels for the man.

“but love is amazing- when it’s true.”

kid grunted and snuck an unnoticed glance at you.

“i want it. ‘it was only a sunny smile, and little it cost giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living’.”

kid stopped at looked over at where you lay sprawled across a nest of blankets you had set up- and kid kept set up- in the corner of the workshop. he had a confused, disgusted scowl and you met his eyes with your own, still filled with wonder and possibilities- a look that you almost always wore, a look that kid had grown to love and admire. it’s a funny thing to say, possibly cliche and cheesy, very often kid found himself disgusting for thinking it, but if kid could describe your eyes in a single word, he would say they’re free. he found his own freedom in your eyes, one that satisfied him more than the literal freedom he had sailing the seas, like your eyes were a sea that never ended, never stopped, never ceased, always filled with new discoveries and wonders that he found himself lost in, exploring the tides for hours on end. 

“it’s from some book- a love story. i’ll tell you another one, ‘you touch me and suddenly i feel a little less war torn. i’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but i think it may feel a lot like yo-”

kid interrupted you quickly, feeling the slight drop in his stomach and bloom in his heart as he felt the words familiarity. kid only said he’s never been in love because yes he found it stupid and indignant and useless, but also because he had no clue what love felt like. but if the quotes you were saying.. are about love.. and what it’s like to be in love... does that mean eustass is in love? no- certainly not! a pirate captain like eustass “captain” kid isn’t in love, doesn’t need it, doesn’t want it!

“shut up. those are gross. yknow people don’t actually feel shit like that- that’s only in your little cheesy fairytales.”

kid rested his chin on his hand watching like he was just waiting to make fun of what you had to say next- and you had a lot to say about love.

“they aren’t fairytales, kid. they’re books. yeah not everyone, barely anyone, feels things like that, but it would be amazing if you could. i mean could you imagine something like that? ‘come sit with me on the edge of the world where calm meets chaos and we are met by our dreams. lets watch as the madness swirls by our feet and love and scars and all that is beautiful passes by, and then we’ll lean over and catch memories in our butterfly nets.’”

if kid didn’t have a goal before that (excluding pirate king) he did now- and that was to see that very sight with you. kid couldn’t even fight back the smile hearing the childlike wonder and curiosity filling your voice as you talked to him with such passion in your eyes. once again he found himself lost in the moment and your eyes, daydreaming of the very scenario you just described, with you sitting beside him. 

“kid- you okay?”

eustass snapped out of his thoughts and grunted, his cheeks reddening and his hands as well as eyes returning to the trinkets on his desk. you spotted the tint on his cheeks and you felt a spike in your heart at the implausible, yet hopeful, thought of the pirate returning your affections.