#kinda fluffy

[mspxtts]

@willthxtbeall

she's standing in front of her walk-in closet when tony turns up in the morning, a row of gowns and dresses arranged by colour along with a small mountain of boxes from designers stacked to her left. the annual fireman's ball is in two weeks, and pepper potts is searching for the perfect dress.

"hey, did you pick up that order from botega?" she asks him without even turning around to look. true to form, she'd ordered six pairs of shoes to pair with her six gown options.

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Can you do a dmc boys + V with a rich S/o? Perhaps the boys didn’t know that their s/o was rich when they first started dating but as time went on and the relationship becomes serious the s/o starts to spoil their boyfriends with all kinds of stuff related to the things they like because after the stuff they went through they definitely deserve it.

Aww yes, here you go and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Rich!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He was completely oblivious to your wealth (as you did a great job of hiding it) and didn't really give it much thought until one day, when his power went out.

-He groaned, suddenly remembering he had no money to pay the bills, but then, astoundingly, the lights flickered back on.

-Was it a miracle? No, even better, it was you. You had paid his bills and gotten him out of debt with Lady--how?! Then you revealed you were rich, and Dante's mind was blown.

-Even after this stunning revalation, Dante still didn't care. He was very thankful for all your help, but he honestly had no sentiments towards being rich. He still treated you the same.

-The only thing he'll ask you for is for you to buy him some pizza, maybe once every week or so. He's not greedy.

-If you decide to shower him with presents anyway, he'll gladly accept and immediately find a way to make it up to you, be it taking you somewhere nice or...something else. No do not read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil never noticed, and never cared. He is far too MOTIVATED to trifle with mundane things such as wealth.

-But then you presented him with a rare copy of a book that was worth hundreds of dollars, and he had to question, how did you obtain the funds for such a thing?

-Thus, you revealed you were absolutely loaded with cash, and Vergil was, understably shocked.

-After thanking you, he went right back to not caring about wealth because now he has this interesting book to read.

-Still, he appreciates it when you gift him little gifts, regardless of what they may be. You could give him a pebble you found on the side of the road, and he'd still treasure it forever.

-To reward you for your generosity, Vergil will do his best to take good care of you, physically and otherwise.

□ Nero □

-Nero didn't think much of it either, cause he's not shallow, but one day, Nico's van broke down in the middle of the road and was assaulted by demons who ripped up the exterior. Repairs were going to be extremely expensive, but then you stepped in and promised to take care of it all.

-Nero had to wonder, where'd you get the funds for that? You sheepishly revealed your wealth and he just shrugged.

-After thanking you and all that, things proceeded as usual, with you and Nero splitting the bills for everything as you always do.

-Nero never asks for anything, regardless of how expensive it is, but you don't care. You shower him with gifts, love and affection because this sweet boy deserves it.

-You two end up leaving little treats 'n things for each other at a designated "drop off" spot somewhere in your house.

-Your gifts always seem to be well thought out and expertly made, proving that you don't just buy meaningless trinkets to appease him, you get him things that truly have value.

● V ●

-V noticed you always seemed to be impeccably dressed, but didn't dwell on the subject since it wasn't all that important. His current objective was to get to know you further.

-Then, as things progressed between you, he found himself constantly receiving little presents on his doorstep, usually wrapped in shimmering velvet bows. There was no name tag and no writing on it, so he had no idea who was doing this or why.

-One day, Griffon caught you placing a little gift box and, Griffon being Griffon, decided to rat you out.

-V then approached you the next day and expressed his appreciation, which led to a massive confession on both your parts. You explained you just wanted to give him the luxury he deserves, and he was very touched, but insisted you didn't need to do that.

-But of course, you don't listen, and continued to spoil him however possible, even if you have to break in at 3:00 A.M. and leave it on his kitchen table.

-Eventually you had him move in with you, where you can treat him like the lovely princess he is.

[korumimi]

Okay so, a while after the purgatory, everyone is back. Everything is fine. Mike is awake, everyone is in Christmas mood. So everything is fine. Pac is fine.

Cellbit and Roier are back and playing with Richas and Pepito while Pac watches from afar. Fit notices Pac and goes near him to say hi and see how everything is going.

Then he notices something. Something in the expression Pac is making. He looks distant. Kinda tired, maybe concerned. He is frowning a little. And before Fit says something Pac puts his hoodie back and warp away.

Fit is confused and goes check on the map where Pac is. He's on chume island. Without thinking he warps there too.

Pac is sitting in his armchair next to the water wheel. His with his knees next to his chest.

"Oi Pac!"

"Oh. Hi Fit!" His expression changes quickly to a happy face.

"Just wanted to check on you. You left without saying anything." Fit seats in the other armchair.

"Oh yeah I was about to go sleep. Organized some things in my inventory and all that stuff. Just seated here to... To appreciate the view!"

"Oh I see I see..."

They stay like that for a moment. Fit is a little worried so he doesn't want to leave yet.

"Do you mind if... If I stay here for a while?"

"No, no, not at all. Feel like this is your home too" Pac smiles.

Fit smiles back but stays quiet, appreciating the view too. He knows what happened in purgatory and Pac said that he even had fun in most of the time. Mike is awake now too. Richas is fine, and all his dads are back too. So he can't see the problem clearly. But he looks with attention and Pac seems a tired. Like he's not sleeping well.

"Are you sleeping good?" Fit asks in a lower voice.

Pac seems a little surprised.

"I thought no one would notice haha" He laughs. "I mean, I even tried to make that trick with the spoons to see if it get better but-"

"Pac"

Pac stops talking and see Fit is serious.

"Sorry Fit... Yeah but... I'm fine. I'm fine! Everyone is back on the island, commemorating the holidays, it's all fine!"

"Is there something bothering you? I mean, I'm here if you want to talk y'know. Like, don't feel pressured though, just- like- I want you to know I'm here." Fit is now inclined in Pac's direction, still sitting in the armchair.

Pac is quiet. First a little impressed but now he seems a little nervous, a little uneasy. He hugs himself.

"Okay so.... Im having these... These nightmares... So I'm not sleeping so well..."

Pac is fidgetting with his gloves and Fit waits for Pac to say more.

Pac sighs

"It's nothing! Like... It's just some dumb dreams, they are not real so don't need to worry about that."

"Do you want to talk about it? About the dreams?"

"I- I don't think... I don't know... Is just like..." Pac is now holding his leg.

"It's okay if you don't want to."

"Okay... Is just that- AAAARGH. I'm just so dumb, why I am like this!" Pac hides his face in his hoodie.

"I'm so useless..." Pac says just like a whisper.

"Don't say that!" Now Fit is next to Pac's armchair, crouching just to try and see Pac's face. "Can you tell me why you are saying this? I can help you Pac."

Pac peaks from his hoodie.

He exhales.

"Okay... So... I'm afraid of... Cellbit..." He hides himself. "You can laugh now, I won't judge, I would laugh too"

"Of course not Pac. It's okay to- to be afraid of things. Your feelings are valid Pac."

Pac stays in his little hideout. And Fit waits.

"Can you tell me why you are afraid of him?"

"Is just... He killed my friends once... He... He took my leg..." Pac grips his leg. Fit only waits with a surprised expression.

"And when we were in purgatory, he-he was there killing my friends! And- and- I-" He's voice is failing now.

"I couldn't do anything... I couldn't save them... I lost all my courage. And I was the lider! I was supposed to protect them!" Pac lifts his head trying to not cry.

"And I even said I could do things for him if he asked... It was like the prison all over again..."

And Pac tries to clean his tears before they fall. He doesn't want to look like this, even more not in front of Fit! But he can't stop crying. Why is he so useless. So afraid. Why he can't just, be strong! And stoic like any of the others! Fit could do that easily but he can't, because he is dumb and useless...

"But when we were together in purgatory you made it! You killed him and fought with him!" Fit tries to say in a optimistic way.

"That was because you were with me... You were by my side and I knew you could kill him. You could help me..."

"But it's okay Fit! You don't need to worry! Is just something dumb like me. Everything in the island is fine now, everyone is fine! So I will be fine..."

They stay quiet for a couples seconds. Pac is trying to clean his face with his sleeves.

"Can I hug you?" Fit is with a worried face.

And Pac is again impressed. Impressed that someone is by his side. Hasn't made fun of him. That someone is worried about him. Even though he's the most unluckiest guys on earth. And maybe he doesn't deserve anything happy. And he is even more impressed that this someone is Fit. He just wants to cry. But he cried so much already. Why is he like this.

But he accepts the hug. They stand up and they hug each other. And Pac cries a little more. But Fit holds him, and holds all the pieces that are trying to break and fall.

"Don't say that you are dumb or useless Pac. You are one of the most amazing person I have ever met. You make so many cool things, you are so smart. You made the fucking cure for that federation pill. You are awesome! You are kind and helps everyone in this island. You sacrifice yourself a little too much even, for the sake of others. Don't say bad things about yourself please... You are really good to me and makes me sad hearing that..."

"Sorry about that..."

"Don't be sorry! That's what fr- That's why I'm here for. I'm here to support you and help you when you need, okay?"

Pac doesn't respond right away. And now Fit is panicking a little. Did he talked too much? Is this going to scare Pac? Did he go too far? Now my heart is beating a little too fast. He will notice. Why my face is so hot. I just said I'm here for him, that doesn't make anything weird, right?

But Fit doesn't leave the hug. But they are quiet. And Fit is sure that anyone could hear his heart beating, so surely Pac is hearing. But Pac also doesn't leave. So maybe is fine. Finally Pac says something.

"Thank you Fit..." And Pac lifts his head to see Fit. "It means a lot to me."

And Pac is with the most honest smiles in his face. And he looks beautiful. The sunset is hitting his face making him glow. And Fit can't think in his panic anymore. Because he's stunned with how Pac looks.

Pac breaks eye contact and hugs Fit tighter, in a way of thanking him. And finally leaves the hug.

"Okay so I will leave for today. But thank you so much for what you said. It really means a lot to me. I know I still have to work on these...things... But I know that I can ask help if I need!" And his smiles so gorgeous.

"O-okay, but yeah! Anything you need just call me!"

"Thank you Fit! Bye!" Pac leaves for the wearhouse.

"Bye!"

And Fit is stunned. He just takes his warp and goes back to home. He doesn't move. Just place his hands in his face and blushes. Why is he like this.

On the other side Pac is just blushing and hiding himself inside his hoodie.

[slut4daviii]

character: k.bakugou

pt: 01/01

cw: bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, dumbification, hate-fuck, aged-up, dom male, black reader, hardcore smut, degradation, third person, first story, humiliation, badly written ending, uneven pacing, kinda-sorta drawn out,

summary: “i fucking hate you.” he said, his hands bound behind him, “y’know, you really shouldn’t say things like that when my dick’s up your ass, katsuki”

a/n: minors | fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT. i also haven’t written anything official in like a year and a half so, please tell me how it is

title: a fine line between love and hate.

wc: 900+

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[name] panted heavily with sweat trailing down his forehead, sliding beautifully down his toned chest, his grunts filled the air as he dug deeper and deeper into the whimpering boy under him. Every movement, every thrust, every bit of eye contact sent pleasure running along their veins.

a panting, frantically quivering ash-blonde hung mere inches in front of him. his body weightlessly hovering above the ground— a curtesy of [name]’s capture tool. The two moved in perfect sync, aiding greatly to the massive amount of pleasure already surrounding them. bakugou felt his stomach tighten with the knots of his release. His back arching into a perfect crescent, slightly allowing [name] to push deeper than before, send the hero into a daze, his eyes rolled back and his body convulsed.

“nghk! cum— m’cumming!” he cried endlessly, the words engraving themselves into his mind, sticking like a mantra he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. [name] grunted at the newfound tightness around him. He sped his trust, pushing bakugou closer and closer— edging him, forcing him to endure more stimulation. if it were anyone but bakugou, they would’ve said it began to hurt, but for him, pain was replaced with pleasure.

“unt uh, not yet, slut” another band slid down [name]’s body, the sensation crossing into bakugou’s. the cloth constricted around bakugou’s cock, the tip flushing a deep crimson.“ghk! [n-name]!” bakugou couldn’t think, his mind was melting under [name]’s touch, the pads of his fingers igniting a feeling bakugou hadn’t felt with anyone else— lust. a firm slap echoed around the locker room, the only response was a straggled chain of incoherent moans from bakugou. “you spent all year- fuck,” pleasure coiled around [name], halting his movement, if only for a second.

he rocked his hips, the tip of his overstimulated cock rubbing against every inch of bakugou’s slick, utterly delicate insides. “almost came” he let slip past his lips, the sound quickly being replaced by a chuckle, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

another firm slap, bakugou shuddered, the skin stinging only for a second before [name] rubbed his hand over the area. “mngk! cum! w-want t’cum! p-please!”

“you didn’t answer my question.” [name] was toying with him, mind-fucking him, almost as well as he was doing his organs. “c’mon, the great dynamite can’t handle a few inches? can’t answer a question when his mind’s been fried by his classmate’s dick, huh?” [name] thrusted, eliciting a bittersweet groan from the boy who’d prided his whole existence on being stronger than others. “how do you think everyone’d react to you? being stuffed so full by my cock you can’t even think?”

bakugou almost moaned, his wrist and legs writhing against the firm bindings burning into his nerves. he couldn’t answer [name], or even form an insult. his mind was hinged on one thing, cumming. his pants got heavier and heavier, his mouth leaking an obscure amount of drool. “cum, pl-please [name]! i wanna cum!” he tried to push back against the brown-skinned boy, his eyes almost rolling backwards at the slight friction he received. “m’good! I’ll be a g’boy! so good! please! I want t’cum!!”

[name] cackled, satisfied with his work. “wow, bakugou! you’re really desperate, huh?” [name] looked at his discarded clothing, moving to reach for his phone. bakugou tried to move, tried to look, but the cloth tightened around him, another coming to neck. “mngh! cuhm! [n-name]” his moans came out labored, breathless and strangely pornographic. he was so desperate.

[name] started recording the ordeal, his phone camera glistening off the saltine liquid coating bakugou’s sickly sweet skin. “baku, look. you’re on camera!” he resonated, his voice laced with lustrous laughter. “c’mon, you gotta see this, you look like a complete whore!” bakugou, though bound and gagged, with all his senses taken away from him, tightened around [name], the feeling making the hero stutter. “f-fuck.” he worded. “really wanna cum?”

the response was immediate, a jumbled but absolutely chaotic nodding came from bakugou, his hair shaking in any way it could move. [name] licked his lips, his favorite thing about disheveling bakugou was how needy he got. “you really wanna cum?” bakugou, the best way he could, moaned, his muscular body constantly shriveling under the lustful gaze of [name] “more than anything! fuck me! fuck me! make m’cum! please! [name]!”

the way he pleaded made [name] weak in the knees, his composure becoming a distant memory. without noticing, he dropped his phone and tilted his head back, weakly pushing bakugou into a rhythm. “f-faster! I need it! I need y’big cock! fuck m’up! end me! cum in me! bred me [name]!”

“oh shit.” [name] gulped back his pleasure, the temptation almost too much. his hands gripped onto bakugou’s waist with enough pressure it bruised the boy. [name] pushed in one more time before pulling out until only his tip remained. he relentlessly thrust into the boy, his pent up emotions coming to the surface. bakugou rolled his eyes, the pleasure quickly encapsulating his body. his toes curled almost comically, the knuckles turning white.

“move th-the! can’t cum!” bakugou yelled, dazed. he couldn’t even form correct sentences. “cum pl-please! please [name]! can’t hold on!”

[name] twitched, the sweat around his body mixing with the sound of his cock drilling bakugou’s insides and the constant moaning of said male pushed him over the edge. “fuck! you want my kids?” he ripped the cloth from bakugou’s body, his cock throbbing for a second before thick strands of semen shot from his abused body. spasms overtook him and he began convulsing, the pupils of his eyes running to the back of his head.

white whirls spun around him, his hands clawing red streaks into his thighs, wanting anything to grip onto. He couldn’t do anything but let the stimuli run circles throughout his veins. when he came to, [name] was still thrusting, the sloppily put jabs hitting any and everything inside of him. “th-thank y-ou! thank you! thank you s’much [name]!” was all he could muster, straining to keep a consistent consciousness.

the now warm puddle of pleasure inside of [name] boiled over, and soon, he came undone. The white substance coating bakugou’s insides like a blank canvas. [name] kept his body pressed into bakugou, the two connected at their bases.

[name] was in utter heaven.

after a short period, [name] was able to even out his breathing, his lungs heaving against his ribcage— following the unbearable beating of his heart. he gulped, the sparse bit of saliva inside his throat barely able to coat the dryness now overwhelming his body. he, not wanting to, withdrew himself from bakugou replacing his cock with his hands, now wrapping them around the boy’s nape and thighs.

he undid his capture weapon, letting the half-limp body fall into his arms.

“tch, all that talk just to fall asleep after one round.”

bakugou nestled into his arms, moving his arm to cup around [name]’s face “I love you.”

[name] stopped moving, his brain not computing the phrase correctly. eventually his arms began stinging, the weight of bakugou’s sleeping body now straining his weakened body

he scoffed and continued to the showers. “I love ya too, baku.”

[kat-trisha]

14. “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s arrow.”

Kurotsukki MAFIA!AU (from my fic "Pockerface")

Tsukishima didn't liked St. Valentine's day since high school. The only thing he probably hated more than that was White Day, when he had to ignore the girls' expectant stares. He could have avoided accepting chocolate from them, but Tsukishima wasn't a fool to refuse.

Thank gods, Kuroo was in solidarity with him, so they weren't even going to do anything special today. Moreover, they had a perfectly normal work day today - unlike Bokuto and Akaashi, who had taken the day off and raced off to the mountains - or rather, should have been perfectly normal.

Tsukishima looked angrily through the tinted glass at the heart-stained storefronts, the strolling couples, and hated the day even more with every meter they drove. Because he had screwed up. If he had negotiated more intelligently, the mess wouldn't have started and Kuroo wouldn't have been hit. Yes, just in the shoulder, it's no big deal and he's used to it, but... Tsukishima should have taken more people. Someone else could have gone. Or...

- Hey, - Kuroo poked him in the side with the elbow of his healthy hand. - You know, I've been thinking, and I think it was a cupid's bullet.

Tsukishima was taken aback, blinking several times. Kuroo always confused him.

- Yeah? Who did you fall in love with, that jerk? Too bad I've shot him.

- No, - Kuroo smiled slyly. - With you. After all, I fell into your arms.

- I think you lost too much blood, - Tsukishima stared out the window again, feeling his ears burn.

He found Kuroo's cold fingers and intertwined them with his own. Stupid, stupid holiday.

Thanks @tetsunova for inspiration

[massharp1971]

@spacecadetdhdly look what your photo manip of John as Miss Congeniality made me do....!

And thanks to @acabspocky for the original idea!

[skiskitheberb]

I need to see Denki Kaminari with an under cut

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | SKZ-CODE EP. 59 - FALL FIELD DAY

[reineydraws]

i regularly think about mishanks immediately post luffy becoming pirate king and this is one of the fluffier ideas haha

also kind of the spiritual successor to my very first mishanks post :'))

[makenna-made-this]

CompliHENtary colors💙🧡

[icycoldninja]

Loving a psycho (Raiden x Reader)

You were nearly startled out of your skin when the doorbell rang at 4:00 A.M. You threw the covers off, slipped on a jacket, and headed towards the door, tired, cranky, and wondering just who the hell would dare to disturb you at this hour. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you swung the door open and gaped at the person standing before you.

"Raiden?!"

The cyborg in question stood on your doorstep, though there was something off about him. His normally grayish eyes were a bright red, gleaming with a sort of malice you'd only ever seen when Jack, his alter ego, escaped. Wait...if that was true...then...

Your eyes widened as you regarded the man before you, watching how his expression shifted from passive nonchalance to an amused smirk.

"Ain't ya gonna invite me in, Y/N?" He asked, in a playful manner unfamiliar to you.

"Yeah...sure." You yawned, excused yourself, then held open the door for him. Raiden stomped through the door, metal heels clicking against your floor.

"Nice place," He remarked, as if he'd never seen it before. "Real nice. You live here alone?" You nodded groggily, following him as he wandered around your house.

"That's good," He nodded, noting some pictures of you and him that had been propped up on a table nearby. "Real good." He chuckled, then spun around to look at you. "I'm gonna stay the night, you mind?" You shook your head slowly; there wasn't all that much you could do about it. If he wanted to stay, he would stay, regardless of whether you approved or not.

"Good answer," He grinned, reaching forwards and mussing up your hair with his metal hand. Sleepily, you directed him to the bathroom and told him to freshen up however he needed to while you made some coffee. Surprisingly compliant, he agreed, and closed the door on you with a smile.

Several minutes later, Raiden rejoined you in the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee (he drank his with a straw). The two of you sat at the kitchen table in silence, drinking your beverages with quiet respect for one another, but nothing more.

Truth be told, you were afraid and uneasy. This side of Raiden was unpredictable; dealing with such a devil was dangerous. Your rational side told you to be careful, to mind what you say and control how you act. On the other hand, you loved Raiden, and wanted to care for him--all of him, including his lunatic side. These conflicting thoughts swirled around your head, honestly making you doubt your own sanity. Should you regard Jack The Ripper as a suspicious individual? Or should you treat him the way you treat Raiden, considering they are technically the same person? You sighed, forgetting for a moment that Raiden had been watching you this whole time, and that he could sense your feelings.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you." He ventured, setting his cup down and reaching across the table for your hand.

"I know," You responded, taking his clawed appendage in yours before bringing it up to your lips and planting a kiss on it. "I just...sometimes I wonder if...well...I can trust you."

Raiden let out a small, uncharacteristic sigh, his red eye lowering to the ground somewhat guiltily.

"When I wanna rip, I'll rip--I'll rip em all. But not you." His gaze flitted back up to yours, a small smile on his face. "I won't rip you. I...I'm gonna keep ya safe."

"Why?"

"Cause...I love ya."

For a moment, the cold gleam in his eyes vanished, revealing the admiration, respect, and love he had for you. All suspicions you previously held vanished; you stood up, crossed over to him, and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

"I love you, Jack--all of you." You weren't entirely sure whether or not you were actually talking to Jack at the moment, but it didn't matter. Raiden chuckled, though not in that menacing manner he often did while in this state. He was truly happy, holding you in his arms; happy that you loved him despite his many problems. The redness in his eyes disappeared and the Raiden you were more familiar with returned. You pulled away from the hug and pressed a kiss to his metal jaw.

"I love you so much," You repeated, resting your head on his shoulder. Raiden nodded, running a hand through your hair.

"I love you too, Y/N--and thank you. Thank you for loving a psycho like me."

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)

[fl00mie]

idk what kind of ink is this but i liked it

[serafphim]

[will41n]

guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!

[planefood]

warriored cats