#valentine’s day prompts

[ramp-it-up]

PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count:  1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.

You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.

Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.

His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.

Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.

He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.

“Hello, Princess.”

Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.

Except for this morning.

“Hello Drew.”

You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.

“How was your day?”

You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.

Only you.

Andy sighed.

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.

For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.

Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.

He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.

Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.

“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”

Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.

He was quietly giddy.

You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.

Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.

You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.

He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.

You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.

You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.

Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.

You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.

Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.

Any word would do.

“Drew, I…”

Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.

His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me…”

Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.

“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”

You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.

“Please please please please…”

You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.

“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”

You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.

“Shit.”

Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.

“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”

“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”

“You’re my fucking brat…”

Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.

“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.

“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”

Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.

You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.

“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”

Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.

You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”

You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.

30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Madame.”

You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.

You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.

“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”

You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.

That bitch.

“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”

You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.

“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”

Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.

“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”

“Oh I love you Drew!”

“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[dumplingsjinson]

any valentine’s day prompts for this year? thank you for the master list 🫡

List of Valentine’s Day prompts 

“…Okay, so the only way for us to enjoy that huge discount is to act like we’re dating.” “What, so you’d fake date me for discounted food but you wouldn’t real date me even though I could take you out to the best restaurants out there in town every fucking night if you wanted me to?” 

“Chocolate flowers?” “I mean… You’re allergic to real flowers, but you still love seeing them either way, and you love chocolate, so…” “…This is why you’re the love of my life.” 

“So you’re the one who’s been slipping those notes into my locker?” “Well, shit, you weren’t supposed to catch me in the act. I wanted to use today to ask you out.”

“Hey love, I’m home— where are your clothes?” 

Character A and Character B meeting at a bar after their respective exes unceremoniously dumps them, and they lament over their losses for the night. It leads to more. 

“I don’t want us to be dating anymore,” Character A says, clutching the ring box in their hand, the velvety square box pressing into their palm. “What? Are you breaking up with me right now?” Character B questions, sounding a little stunned. “What? No!” Character B quickly denies, shaking their head. “Shit, now that I think about it, that was not— what I mean is—” They sigh loudly, dropping onto one knee; opens the ring box to reveal the simple silver band, then takes Character A’s hand into theirs. “Marry me?”

Character A approaching Character B, who’s crying at their table in the corner of the restaurant. “Hey,” they say, watching as Character A slowly looks up at them, face puffy and eyes red-rimmed. “Are you okay?” Character A shakes their head. “No,” they breathe out. “My boyfriend/girlfriend, now ex, dumped me. On our fucking anniversary.”

Character A and Character B spending Valentine’s Day together at home — there’s unresolved sexual tension, it’s almost palpable, and Character B decides tonight’s the night they’re gonna turn it into resolved sexual tension. 

Spending Valentine’s Day, cuddled in bed and watching the worst romcoms out there known to mankind and guffawing over it together.

“I wanna spend each and every Valentine’s Day with you from now on.” 

[thepaperpanda]

🐼 Hiya! 🐼

PaperPanda’s team is excited to announce we will host a little Valentine's Day Event to celebrate the sweetness of love ♡ 

Essential information:

♡ the following post will serve as the masterlist for this event and will be updated with the links upon posting

♡ there will be only SFW fics

♡ our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #paperpanda valentines’23 event

♡ please keep in mind that all works range between 500 and 4k words, with little to no particular plot. All of our readers are female

♡ This event is going to cover a wide range of fandoms

♡ following the cut you'll find the full list of prompts and pairings we have selected for our Valentine’s Day Event. We would like to point out that the order on the list does not reflect the order of posting

♡ reblog to help spread the word! ♡

♡ learning about Valentine’s Day - Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader [Avatar the Way of Water]

♡ putting flowers in their hair - Ao’nung x fem!Omaticaya reader [Avatar the Way of Water]

♡ presenting them with a bunch of flowers - Joel Miller x fem!reader [The Last Of Us]    

♡ watching the sunset together - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader [Peaky Blinders]

♡ sharing chocolates with your loved one - Keigo Takami x fem!reader [My Hero Academia]

Masterlist:

A Setting Sun [Peaky Blinders]

Chocolates [My Hero Academia]

Floral Hair Adornments [Avatar the Way of Water]

A Small Bouquet [The Last of Us]

A Cultural Fusion [Avatar the Way of Water]

[scealaiscoite]

*ೃ༄ one-word valentine’s prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— dinner

— silk

— candle

— roses

— wine

— gift

— proposal

— chocolates

— restaurant

— flowers

— ring

— teddybear

— getaway

— card

— kiss

[jackiequick]

I see a future with you in it ~ Bradley Bradshaw Fic 💗

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jenny Mitchell, Carol Bradshaw, Amber Kazansky, Pete Mitchell and other supporting characters

Setting: Flashback to their first Valentine’s Day together during High School

Fic Length: Short length, kinda like a blurb

Summary: Sometimes your first Valentine’s Days can lead to you talking about your future

->

The Bradshaw household was buzzing with music very morning but on a day like today, it was buzzing with love songs. Carol was baking pancakes another round of pancakes with extra strawberries on top while Bradley packed up his backpack as he stuffed some breakfast fruits into his mouth, searching for his earbuds. Until finally he found them in his other pants. It’s cause his mother to roll her eyes and say, “Bradley! Slow down, your not on a racetrack to the finish line, it’s just a normal school day. You’re gonna be fine!”

Bradley rolled his eye back at her with a look that was clearly his father’s goofy lovesick grin as he replied, “Mom! It’s not just any school day, it’s Valentine’s Day! JenPen is gonna be there and I’mma surprise her.”

“Jenny is just like any other girl, aside from having her father’s cheeky grin and sometimes impulsive behavior, you can get her anything and she will be happy. She will be overjoyed with whatever i buy her, it can be a simple bouquet of flowers and she will love it!”

“Mom she’s my girlfriend now! I won the grand prize and I’mma surprised her.”

“I swear your gonna go overboard and cause a huge scene like your father did in college during our first Valentine’s Day!”

“I won’t go overboard! I’m just gonna buy her a few things. Gotta go! Love you! Bye!”

Without a second to spare and another word from Carol, Bradley kisses his mother’s cheek, picked up his cowboy hat and drove downtown in his car heading to every store he could find, accidentally passing a few stop lights, until he found exactly what he was searching for. Even grabbing his friends along the way to the mall and any other store. Finally he found the gifts! He grabbed his paid items from the stores and headed off to school singing with his pals loudly.

—

Jenny was already bright and early at her locker fixing up her makeup. Today for Valentine’s Day, she decided to wear a cute but very comfy outfit. A white sweater with a pink tank top underneath, a nice length velvet reddish skirt and paired with a set of black low tops sneakers. To her was lifted in a ponytail with baby hairs threatening to stick out but it gave off a cute messy hairstyle vibe. It was finally her first actual romantic day with Rooster, especially after last year’s accidental Valentine’s Day confession between the pair at her house, after all those years of pinning and conflicted emotions those two lovebirds finally made it official.

“Hey girl!” Yelled out one of her friends, Trixie, bringing her out of her thoughts, “You look cute, where’s Kazansky at?”

“She decided to skip first period today, if she can possibly the rest of the day. Especially after that idiot football player, Travis dumped her for that random cheerleader, Giselle!” Jenny explain while fixing her lipstick.

“Aww poor thing! And Travis a a jerk, but Amber will get over it and find love in the future. I always pictured her with a blonde with blue eyes or a slightly short brunette with brown rich eye!”

“With her luck, her future husband will probably be a jock or a aviator lover boy. You going out tonight?”

“Ren from Geometry, you know the artistic dancer who’s a senior, asked me out.”

The girls chatted a bit before Trixie headed off to meet up with some other students in the hallway while Jenny stayed behind to finish up her English homework, she forgot to do the night before. Oops. She sat by her locker with her notebook in her lap, hearing a booming voice and music playing as laughter followed behind. Bradshaw and his friend, Ren.

The moment she looked up, her jaw completely dropped. Bradley was holding a huge 5 feet tall teddy bear, a small bouquet of roses and his friend, Ren, was throwing flowers to every girl in the hallway joyfully in the kindness way possible. Music played from Ren’s phone and everyone smiled. Hell, the pair was dressed up in such causal sweet outfits too. It a total sight to see. All Jenny could do was smile and giggles as she stood up watching the duo play their little performance.

“Oh my god!” Jen grinned running up to the boys blushing, “You two are something else, i swear!”

“Only the best for you, pumpkin! Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.” Bradley said, bringing her close as his lips brushed against hers sweetly, “You like?”

“I love! I only got you a sweater and a cowboy hat.”

“I bet I’ll look amazing it! I love you.”

“I love you too, Roo!”

The bell rang as both crazy kids rushed off to class in joyful laughter along with their friends. The two shared a few classes together, in which they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for as they were caught by the teacher multiple time telling them to be quiet. When lunchtime came around, they were eating with their group of friends and Amber finally joined the group after skipping 1-4 period claiming she wasn’t feeling to well, while also getting a chance to slap her ex-boyfriend across the face in the hallways as many students saw. Jenny couldn’t be prouder at that as Bradley, Ren and Trixie cheered her on!

Finally the school day was to a end as the group headed to the park for a picnic. The boys were dancing nearby the streets, twirling every girl into their arms in pure laughter. Now, Amber and Trixie were by the swings. The couple stood next by the slides. Jenny noticed as Bradley smiling prouder as he put his cowboy hat on his head and zipped on his new sweater. “Now, when you said you were gonna wear the cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.” She said.

“And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?” He asked sitting down on the slide while he saw Ren ran back to grab something from his car.

“I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.” She repiled with a grin.

“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”

“I mean it, stud!”

“Wanna get lunch?”

Amber yelled from the swings, “Pizza.”

“YES!” Trixie yelled swing even higher.

Ren who ran back to the group after grabbing the water, yelled, “Fine by me!”

“Extra soda too!” All the girls shouted at the same time.

So a result the boys went and came back with pizza for three hungry ladies, as well as themselves. Every ate, they laughed, and later on played before heading their separate ways for the afternoon especially after it started getting chilly. However Bradley took his girl to the movie theater to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, they weren’t the completely romantic type and wanted to see a cute funny film instead of a cheesy romantic comedy that they can just find on Netflix another time. To say the couple enjoyed themselves was a understatement because they were having a great time, even suggesting the idea of asking their parents for a dog after watching the movie.

The pair walked out of the movie theater into the parking lot, opened the doors on the front seats and turned up the radio to simply dance like nobody’s around. A few funky songs, some romantic some played and others were completely random. Bradley leaned against the door to the passenger taking a breath swaying his hand that was connected to Jenny who was dancing in way, swaying her hips and twirling around with still so much energy. At that moment, Bradley could’ve sworn Cupid has played his cards perfectly, cause all he saw a tiny gorgeous ball of soft sunshine and a gentle breeze made it was all clear. That’s his wife, standing right there in front of him.

“Come on! One more song?” She asked with a giggling grin, leaning towards her man, seeing her world in his eyes. Jenny let out a breathtaking sigh, playing with his hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I know that we’ll be alright, I don’t need another song. I got my song, you.”

“Alright, one moment, gorgeous. I’m somebody’s muses then.” Bradley let out a breathtaking smile, looped his fingers underneath her chin as his lips touched her, “…and well, I think i found the somebody I’ll love to share a home with. And I’m looking right at her.”

“Aww..i do see a future in your eyes Brad Brad. I want you, I don’t deserve this but i got it.”

“I don’t deserve you, but look at us now. I want a a huge house, with my piano in the living room and to have you dancing in your favorite dress.”

“And i want a huge kitchen to bake my apple pie for us with our dog. Oh! And we need extra rooms.”

“For what? It will be the two of us and maybe a dog! Called Buster or Maxwell or FeFe or Candy?”

“What? It’s for your mama and my daddy, silly! They need space to visit, they aren’t sleeping in the garage. And for our kids..if you want kids?”

—

Bradley grinned, picking her up by the waist spinning and he yelled, “I want a battalion! We’re having our own soccer team or baseball team.”

“Woah!” Jenny yelled mid laugh, “How many kids you think we’re having?”

“Well we need about 4! Two girls, two boys. And if we’re surprised with baby number 5, even better!”

“5 babies Bradshaws?! Let’s start with two and see how it goes!”

“As long as your their mama and I’m their daddy. And your my wife!”

Jenny grinned brightly thinking about all the possibilities and such, “Wife? Yes please! Jenny Bradshaw? I love it!”

“You’ll be called Mrs. Bradshaw..or Bradshaw-Mitchell or Mitchell-Bradshaw? We’ll figure it out later!”

“I love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I love you Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

—

The couple went home that day to Carol and Pete who were cooking up a mini dinner, well Carol was cooking and Pete was trying to steal the ingredients from her, as they ate with their parents. They talked about their day together with their friends, how they planned on sharing their weekend together with Pete’s house working on his planes and to go shopping with Carol. Pete discussed on how he had a date later that night to head off to while Carol brought up all the free samples she got at the mall today.

When the conversation about school came about, it was kind short. Since not too much that happened aside from the cute gift giving in the hallway, a math test made by Mr. Stevenson, the lunch ladies giving out cookies with their meals, a Valentines Day bake sale and of course, Amber slapping her ex-boyfriend across the face. Other than that, it wasn’t much to really talk about when it came to school. Overall it was a fun and very sweet Valentines Day for the Mitchell Bradshaw household.

Tags: @t-nd-rfoot @gaminggirlsstuff @topgun-imagines @topguncortez @hangmanbrainrot @levijeanqueen @drspencereidhotch @rooster-84 @mandylove1000 @happilycameron @msrochelleromanofffelton @gcthvile @novavida



[jimmyjrsmusoems]

GAC pack - Texting? (I could imagine their group text being a little nuts 😭)

look at me!!!! i posted!!!!!

babs. thank you for this request. i feel like i grew so much as a writer from this. when i got it i was like "pshhh texting will be easy" i was so wrong!!!! this originally started out as like a 6k word gene & alex & zeke adventure and i hated it. i COULD NOT make it work. i was feeling so discouraged and i considered not doing it at all and then i was like. nobody is holding me at gunpoint to write it like this. and then i changed it and now i love it so much!!! so lesson learned i can stop writing something a certain way even if i love the idea (and i will definitely be recycling the original premise for something else)! okay i am running on like 45 minutes of sleep and a dr. pepper so that is all i will say ily byeeeeee

[alchemyinitiative]

We want to share Valentines Day with you for the next two weeks! 💖 Between creating our comic (yes, we promise. Pages are coming VERY soon and we sincerely appreciate all of your patience! 💘), we’ve crafted a delightful set Valentine’s Day-themed drawing cues! We can’t wait to see what you all draw so make sure to tag us in your posts @alchemyinitiative and we’ll share them to our story!

Prompts:

Tues. Feb 14 - Dinner Date

Wed. Feb 15 - Chocolate

Thurs. Feb 16 - Hearts

Fri. Feb 17 - Pink

Sat. Feb 18 - Flowers

Sun. Feb 19 - Sharing (is Caring!)

Mon. Feb 20 - Picnic

Tues. Feb 21 - Surprise

Wed. Feb 22 - PALentine’s Day! BFFs

Thurs. Feb 23 - Stuffed Animals

Fri. Feb 24 - Baking

Sat. Feb 25 - Hugs and/or Kisses

Sun. Feb 26 - Cupid

Mon. Feb 27 - Free Day! Draw what you like

[sagesolsticewrites]

happy one week (almost) until valentine’s day! Hope y’all like the new theme ☺️💕

In honor of this lovely holiday, I’ll be posting some of my favorite V-Day prompt lists! Feel free to send in requests for whatever x reader pairing/polyam shapes y’all would like!

Valentine’s Day Prompts

(Reblog to your heart’s content; go forward and make sappy content!) Send a prompt and a pairing and I’ll write a mini-fic: 💋 - kisses and cuddles 💐 - surprise flowers 🥀 - rose petal trail 🛁 - bubble bath/hot shower 😏 - naughty whispers 💍 - a proposal 💫 - stargazing 💝 - romantic gifts 💘 - love at first sight 🍝 - romantic dinner 🍷 - night out 🎬 - romcom au 💌 - love letters 🍕 - ordering dinner in 🏩- romantic get away 🎂 - an anniversary 🍿 - movie date 🌹 - garden/nature date 🍫 - chocolates 🎀 - all dressed up 🔥 - a passionate moment ☕ - coffee date 🍯 - pet names 💖 - a confession/declaration 🎵 - love songs

[novelbear]

valentine's day scenarios (but it's enemies to lovers)

prompt list by @novelbear

"you have a date? how much did you pay them?"

crashing their date with another person purposely

^ and it all was definitely out of spite. not because they were jealous. never. totally not.

sending them flowers that they just know sets off their allergies

^ probably left with some smartass note too

laughing at them simply because they seem to care about the holiday

"you celebrate this corny day?" "just say you're lonely and have no one to spend it with, next time, 'kay?"

"i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday

and then it backfiring because they realize, they're actually pretty nice and sweet outside of all the arguing.

"i thought bringing you roses would be a romantic! you know!?" "not when they still have the thorns on them, dumbass!"

giving them those boxed chocolates, but replacing the filling with something else instead (like wasabi for example lmao)

"you've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" "....." "move over, you're lucky i'm hungry."

giving the other candies because it was simply "left over" and "definitely stale"

perfect chance for a little secret admirer thing to go on since one may be just too embarrassed or scared to face things head on

[lyralit]

valentines "I love you" prompts 💐

notes tucked beneath your morning coffee

a confession under the glow of a streetlight

tangled hands in the same pocket

a long bus ride sharing a pair of earphones

a box of cookies delivered in the early morning

falling asleep to the glow of the television and waking to a blanket pulled over your shoulders

a text from someone you haven't spoken to in too long

shoulders hunched over a chopping board, carefully dissecting fruit to deliver it to you in a bowl

a shared meal

sitting together in the glow of the fireplace and losing track of time

poems

eyes locking across a room

a wordless text with a link to a song

buying yourself a new book or special drink

dressing up because you feel like it

clearing the table without asking

falling into a familiar pattern

lingering a second longer in the comfort of inside jokes

being overly lavish with honest compliments

the dip of a chin as you pass each other in the hallway

communication without truly speaking

[shanastoryteller]

ROSES ARE RED, AND THIS IS BEDONKS
CAN I PRETTY PLEASE HAVE SOME PERCY AND TONKS 🌹💖

“What’s going on with Percy?”

Kingsley looks ups from his paperwork to find Amelia looming over him. Not exactly a common occurrence, since he’s well over a foot taller than her. “Brooks?”

“Merlin, don’t speak to me about Percy Brooks,” she says, pulling a face. She’s the one who brought him up! “Weasley.”

He blinks several times, rolling through Arthur’s children until he lands on the appropriate redhead. A bit uptight, considering his parentage, but Molly can fret with the best of them up until she gets fed up and settles matters with her wand. “I could get Tonks in here, if you want.”

“Do they know each other?” she asks in interest. “They were in different houses, and a couple years apart.”

How does she know that? He knew that, but it was against his will. “Tonks is dating him. Or trying? I’m not totally clear on the specifics despite her best efforts.”

He hadn’t anticipated how much work it would take for him to dodge a trainee determined to complain to him about her love life. It speaks well of her future in the field, at least. Or poorly of his own abilities, but he’s fairly confident in those, so he’s comfortable giving her the credit here.

“Great, a harassment case waiting to happen for our department,” she says dryly.

He rolls his eyes. “The only person he’s complaining about it to is Tonks. Who takes it as encouragement. Which, considering the cause and effect, it very well might be.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Amelia says. “What’s what this kid?”

Kingsley is lost again. “Can you get a little more specific?”

“Crouch’s department has become efficient, and dare I saw, effective over the last couple months. It’s certainly got nothing to do to with Crouch, since he’s been useless for nearly a decade. The only thing that’s changed is Percy. Who attends every meeting, claiming Crouch sent him to take notes, and then memos and policy get signed and sent out of Crouch’s office when I know for a fact Crouch is too busy harassing me to do his damn job.”

He tries to avoid the obvious answer because it’s the most ridiculous. “You think it’s him?”

“Who else?” she returns.

Well. “Do you… want me to arrest him?”

“What good would that do?” she demands. “The department is operating smoothly for once. I want to know what his deal is. Is he loyal to Crouch? Plotting against us? Just really passionate about bottom thickness?”

Not according to Tonks.

Uhg.

If he was alone, he’d bang his head on his desk until he’s unable to remember what Tonks’s voice sounded like and then maybe he’d know peace.

“Everyone’s got to start somewhere,” he says. “You’re noticing. Maybe that’s what he’s after.”

“I’m noticing because I notice everything. He’s taking significant steps to ensure people don’t notice. How’s he supposed to get promoted that way? Or transferred?” She shakes her head. “He’s doing it for a reason. Do me a favor and find out.”

Why can’t she ask him something simple, like hiding a body or burying evidence?

Now he has to spend his lunch break listening to Tonks talk about her not-boyfriend.

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TEACH ME + R U SHY?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count:  1.7 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Employer/employee power imablance, seeming age gap, virgin reader, manipulation, seeming sort of dub con maybe but not really, use of the d word, nipple play, virgin kink, thigh riding, woman on top, size kink, pain with sex, the old trickeroo, use of paralytic, agent reader. Twisted porn with plot for Valentine's Day, my Loves.

A/N:  Based on this askl. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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Three days of wearing your maid’s uniform tight against your braless tits and bare ass was all it took before Lloyd spoke to you, beckoning you back after you’d scurried out of the room when he entered.

He sucked on his lollipop and you let your gaze linger on his watermelon red lips. Then you licked yours.

“Want some candy, little girl?”

You smiled slightly at his joke and looked down at the open bag of sugary candy on the table.

“Go on. Take one. Any one.”

You reached out for a piece, and then drew your hand back. Then you looked at him, eyes wide.

Lloyd cocked his head at you and bent down, watermelon breath in your face.

“Aw. Are you dumb or something?”

You shook your head and cast your eyes down, biting your lip.

Lloyd tsked and then moved closer to you, reaching into the bag and searching, then taking your hand and placing the selected piece into your palm. It was chalky and white with pink writing.

R U SHY?

You looked up at him with huge doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip.

“Fuccckkkk.”

Lloyd whispered, putting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing it while looking into your eyes. You were sure you looked mesmerized.

“Little Miss Innocent. Bet you’ve never had a man touch you in your personal places before. Have you Sweetie?”

You just continued to stare up at him.

Lloyd palmed the back of your head and brought you in for a forehead kiss. You whimpered a bit.

His hands ran over your hair as you trembled at his proximity.

“These fucking little girl space buns have been driving me crazy. Along with your tits and ass.”

Lloyds eyes ran down your body.

“No underwear, Sweetie?”

“I… only have one set. And I wear those to church on Sunday.”

Lloyd’s eyes rolled.

“You’re killing me here, Sweetie. How old are you?”

“19.”

The lie rolled off your tongue smoothly.

“Shit.”

Lloyd took his lollipop and pushed it between your lips, pulling it in and out, making you fellate the candy. You gagged a little bit.

“Fuck. Are you…” He moved close to your ear. “Are you a virgin?”

You blushed and nodded, looking down at your shoes. Lloyd’s eyes lit up like he’d found buried treasure. He leaned close again.

“Do you think I’m…attractive?”

You gasped and he nodded and continued to whisper.

“I’ve seen you looking at me. You wanna know a secret?”

You nodded.

“I think you’re cute. I’ve been wanting to…”

Lloyds eyes raked down your body in the most obscene way. You shivered and the glint in his eyes told you that he caught it.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something Sweetie. Can I… can I… kiss you?”

Lloyd had been moving closer so that his mouth was now just inches from yours.

You closed the distance like your lips were made of magnets. You moaned as Lloyd turned the innocent kiss into a lewd demonstration of his new found possession of you.

“Mmmmm. So sweet. I’d love to kiss those lips again. And so much more. I’d love to show you a lot more.”

He had you in his arms now and you were like a pliable doll under his spell.

“Would you like that?”

You reached for the bag of candy and quickly found what you wanted. You handed him the magic piece: TEACH ME.

20 minutes later, you were riding Lloyd’s right thigh, the weave in his linen pants making your clit vibrate.

Your hands desperately clutched his shirt as he had his way with you, sucking your tits, his greedy mouth and huge cock pounding next your leg as he ravaged your soul. He was very skilled.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear, but instead of sweet nothings, he growled, “You’re already ruining my pants, don’t you dare wrinkle this shirt.”

You unclenched your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, feeling the strong bones and muscle there.

“So fucking tight. I can feel you through my pants.”

Lloyd’s hands pushed and pulled your pelvis, dragging your clit against the heavenly material of his pants and the corded muscles of his thigh.

“Get off, Sweetie. It will loosen you up when I tear you apart.”

You shuddered from his words and the cool air of the room. Your maid’s uniform was bunched around your hips and unbuttoned down to your navel; it might as well have been off. As if reading your mind, Lloyd tore it off you, sending buttons flying every which way.

“You’ll clean that up. Right?

You nodded quickly, although your muscles ached, and yet you’d trained for this moment.

You focused on your breathing, and the goals of the mission. The fact that you were enjoying this, immensely, too much, was the one thought that you put out of your mind and you were reacting as any human in this situation would: Spill your bodily fluids all over Lloyd’s impeccable white pants.

Lloyd’s sinful lips and that titty tickler mustache of his was working overtime to push you over the edge.

“I’ve wanted to taste these beauties ever since I laid eyes on them.”

Lloyd leaned down and sucked your right nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. Then leaned over to the left and bit it.

You jolted, but it did no good as Lloyd held you fast to his leg, granting you no mercy from your impending orgasm.

“I know you’re so sticky and sweet. Just like candy, yeah?”

“Want me to suck your clit like I’m sucking these titties? Yeah?”

“Want to cum for me? Get that greedy little virgin hole of yours all wet for me so I can split you open? Yeah?

Lloyd was taunting you with rhetorical questions. Of course you wanted it all.

You moaned like you’d never heard yourself before, and came, shaking and crying into Lloyd’s shoulder.

“Oh, there, there, Sweetie.”

Lloyd patted your ass as you came down.

“Suck it up and get the fuck up so that I can have that cherry of yours.”

You obeyed him on wobbly legs, watching as he disrobed and lay down on the bed.

“Now I’m gonna be nice and let your tight little pussy slide down my monster pole.”

You looked at him and silently agreed.

It was a monster’s cock.

“Get that ass over here.”

You tentatively walked toward the edge of the bed and climbed on, your legs spread to accommodate his thick thighs.

“C’mon!”

Lloyd motioned for you to move by waving his fingers. You scooted up over his bobbing cock as he started tuning your clit again.

“Go ahead Sweetie, sit on my cock. Go ahead and bite the bullet. It’s about time.”

You nodded again and took a deep breath.

Lloyd continued to finger your clit as you carefully lowered yourself onto him. You bit your lip as he entered you, and tears rolled down your face. You stopped avert about two of his nine inches breached you.

“Damn, you’re tight, Sweetie. Keep going.”

You nodded and winced as you slowly slid down his huge cock, grimacing as if in pain. A tear or two rolled down your cheeks.

The look on Lloyd’s face changed. There seemed to be a shift in his demeanor. He was hooked.

“Oh shit, Sweetie. Is my big nasty dick hurting you. Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy.”

You reached the root of his cock, you looked at him, eyes wide.

“Damn Sweetie. I love to see you ruined. Now move and give me all of that cherry.”

Lloyd grabbed your bottom and worked it as you scream- moaned into his mouth. He swallowed your emotions as he worked you until you got just a tad looser and wetter.

“Thaaaat’s it Sweetheart. Feels good, doesn’t it? Now bounce for me.”

Lloyd lay back with his hands behind his head, his biceps popping. You had to admit his body was banging.

You used it as inspiration as you bounced up and down on his thickness.

Lloyd moved his hands down to your legs, rubbing upwards..

“Looka these thighs. Like a thoroughbred. And looks these tits. Make those beauties bounce.”

He took hold of your nipples and twisted them, causing you to move more erraticly.

“They are the perfect size. I’m

Obsessed with them. Obsessed.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes and repeated the act. He looked down to see your cream seeping out around his cock,

“You like it when I touch you, yeah?”

Lloyd looked up at you from under those sinfully long eyelashes

You nodded and threw you head back as his thumbs reached the apex of your thighs, you were really feeling it now.

As you started trembling, Lloyd’s fingers worked overtime.

“Need to see you cum for me again, Sweets. Gimme.”

Greedy Lloyd got his way, and then shot off inside you, moaning and whimpering as he looked at you with those blue eyes.

You leaned down and kissed him, grabbing the cloth from the pocket of your uniform on the floor.

Lloyd’s eyes were closed so he didn’t see it coming, and you had enough chemical on it so that it made him paralyzed almost instantly.

“What, not whining like a little bitch now, Hunh, Lloyd?”

He tried to lift his hand in vain as you climbed off him. All that moved was his finger. You watched him, impressed.

“You are such a stupid asshole, Lloyd. But then again, you weren’t thinking with your brain.”

You collected the the fluids from between your legs.

You held up the vial.

“Now we have your DNA, yeah?”

Lloyds eyes glinted as you mocked him.

“So, so not smart, Lloyd, banging the 19 year old virgin maid?”

You leaned down to speak to him as drool ram out of his mouth.

“Not 19. 26, but I was a virgin. I sacrificed that arbitrary designation to get what we wanted.”

You walked to his closet and pulled out your bag, getting dressed.

“And you can call me Nine.”

You cocked your head at him.

“Too bad I’ll be far away when you can move again. Would love to give it another go.”

You looked wistfully at his body.

“Maybe some other time.”

You walked out of the door.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Lloyd.”

The salutation drifted toward Lloyd’s immobile body.

A tear of rage slid down his cheek.

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a kiss out of envy + ari 🤭

As promised, love, I give you...

frat boy!Ari Levinson x reader, one of my Valentine's Fics of 2024 (yes, you read that correctly, and no, I don't want to talk about it. 🥲 It's been a rough year lol.)

Summary: You and Ari want each other for all the wrong reasons.

Warnings (regarding both parts of the story) for drinking and partying, language, shitty behavior from...yeah everyone is a bit of a mess in this ngl (it's college), vaguely taboo mutual pining, and not-really cheating/implied cheating (applies to multiple people). This is an angsty weird fluffy sorta romance with an ambiguous ending because no one can communicate to save their f**king lives...BUT HEY! KISSES. MINORS DNI. There's plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but not here! WC 3.9k

A/N: This is the first half from Reader's perspective.

College is…predictable.

You spent the first weeks of your freshman year faking self-assurance you didn’t actually feel because confidence is sexy—or whatever the saying is,—and if you had to start from scratch, you might as well start from a place you’re proud of.

You made friends. You went out with your roommate. You stayed out late with lots of people you don’t know, and you smiled. Holy shit, did you smile…

The attempt to ‘get out there’ brought constant stress; you wanted to define your social life right off the bat, but good people are hard to find.

You officially decided you were looking in the wrong place for any good people while at the Lawn Party three-quarters of the way through your first semester.

Finally, you’d tried. You pulled out all the stops. You wore the nicer, trendier clothes that you splurged on for events just like this. You put on extra makeup, brought some with you in your little purse to touch it up, and when you smiled in the mirror seconds before running out of the dorm with your roomie, you really were self-assured. You felt sexy.

Though the party was outdoors, you stuck with just the one layer of a light-colored, flowy top, something whimsical and fun, something less useful and more useless, but that’s the idea of fashion, you suppose.

When the breeze caught the fabric, you imagined you were in a movie, one of those scenes where the heroine is about to get noticed by the man of her dreams.

That is exactly the opposite of what happened.

You’d been there all of half an hour, your roommate off to get drinks (after you whined and waited and stalled, hoping to strike up some conversation without partaking in the shared, bad decisions of the swath of 18-22 year olds meandering across a grass field behind the sports complex), when you heard a really loud, shrill laugh behind you and turned.

A red Solo cup crumpled against your boob and beer exploded across your chest, drenching your shirt and dripping grossly down your stomach.

“Wooooah,” the big guy still gripping shredded plastic drawled, eyes glued to your see-through blouse as it clung to your front. “Sorry.”

The girl who laughed with him put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh. My god.” Yet she just laughed more.

That was it. That was the sum total acknowledgment of your destroyed outfit and evaporated dignity.

“Ari,” someone called, startling your assailant to look away with his unresponsive, blown pupils.

You noticed a few drops of beer on his letterman jacket, so, sure, in comparison to your entire front half being soaked, that seemed a fair-and-equal trade for your embarrassment.

Then he was gone, the laughing girl following the asshole, Ari, and his idiot friends as they recapped the football game from…whenever.

You left the party once the waistband of your jeans felt soggy.

You spent longer washing your beer-sponge bra in the dorm sink than you did on the lawn.

Now you know college is a fucking joke. That party became a defining moment in your social life. You realized men—no, boys—like Ari will never care about you as you really are, and finally, you’ve accepted that you don’t want them to.

They don’t deserve to know you.

Sophomore year. Women’s Studies. Of all the fucking classes…

On day one Ari plopped down in the desk next to you.

He plopped because his whole left leg was strapped into a thick brace that kept it straight and jutted out, unable to fit in the tiny seat. He’s so tall his thonged foot tapped at yours beneath your own chair.

In your utter frustration and irritation (since the professor had already started talking), you automatically muttered an apology—to Ari, like some pushover—and moved your legs.

“Not your fault,” the footballer softly chuckled, taking another long moment to settle his crutches on the floor.

Were there no other seats?

You sighed and knew, you just knew down in your bones, that this would be a long damn semester. You also had every faith, however, that this fuck-boy classmate would do just about anything to stay in the course dedicated to his favorite pastime: women.

Though that was an assumption, Ari proved you right, and it sucked.

It took all your innate kindness and compassion not to spit on him. Honestly, the guy is just…dumb. When your eyes wandered every so often, you always found him looking confused, but he wouldn’t ask questions. Several times you caught him sneaking peeks at your notes. You just couldn’t take it.

He fell asleep in one class!

With the course final mere weeks away, the OCD part of your brain kicked in and shoved several sheets of important points you’d written down into his lap before he fully woke up.

His brace was off by then, but Ari still moved slowly.

Again, he looked so confused.

“I expect them back on Wednesday,” you said with a tight jaw, barely restraining the choice names you’d wanted to call him.

You’d been conditioned so heavily to be nice that you smiled at him. A small smile, yeah, but you smiled at the coddled asshole who did not deserve to pass the class. You should have let him fail. You should have let him lean harder on that damn scholarship.

Football held his dead-weight up this long; what’s a few more years?

Nearly the end of your Senior year. Off-campus. You’ve tried.

Socializing is a hit-and-miss game, and you’re learning that sometimes the miss happens slowly, without failed plays, with all the effort you could muster.

“Look, if we’re not doing anything here, then I’m going to the party. You coming? The house is two blocks away.”

Your boyfriend, Billy, stands with his apartment door open and his roommates calling to him from down the hall. He’s frustrated, you know that, but his frustration doesn’t negate the uneasy twist in your gut you get whenever he tries to take things further than making out.

Billy is perfect on paper. He studies hard, has a job already lined up for summer, is driven to achieve…and desperately wants to get laid.

He’s cute, totally adequate in that department, yet still, you can’t force yourself to let him touch you any more than absolutely necessary. You two have excellent conversations, multiple shared interests, and you have no words to describe your lack of…want. It eats you up right along with that twisting aversion to fuck him—because it is specific to him.

You don’t lack for interest in men, even if these are still boys around you. You’re attracted. Kinda. You thought attraction could grow from affection, too, but it hasn’t in months with Billy. It doesn’t make you think he lacks in some way; you feel lacking.

Maybe you lack sympathy. Maybe you lack understanding. Maybe you are just as superficial as those slutty girls you hate, the ones sure to be at this party. Maybe Billy thinks those girls will rub off on you if you’re surrounded.

There’s no one thing, no quantifiable logic; he just doesn’t do it for you. That won’t change.

Your relationship has an expiration date, and you feel it approaching.

Unsurprisingly, you can’t bring yourself to be mean and tell him an outright ‘no.’ It’s rude to say ‘I’m not attracted to you,’ right? You’re a nice person, and it’s not nice to hurt someone who hasn’t done anything wrong.

The heavy pain in your belly grows dense, but still, nothing changes.

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to touch you, but it doesn’t matter. He walks a few feet ahead to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver past the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her chest covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone beneath him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs, a room with no space to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either. That’s not even a trusting him problem; for all you someone else made the drinks for Billy, and then you absolutely don’t trust it.

If he can’t manage to notice your reticence, why should Billy care if you’re comfortable?

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets whisked away for the next partnered game, and relief washes over you.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You take a detour to dump your cup in the crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe, welcome, or seen. College is predictable this way.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

Looking to your right, you don’t see anyone paying attention, and looking to your left you see a sloped wall.

He’s looking directly at you.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a polite ‘no, thank you,’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and Coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly Coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

You can’t help but blurt, “you live here.”

“That is an astute observation, smartie pants,” he adds with a proud smile. Those, you imagine, might be the biggest words the guy knows.

You also imagine he wouldn’t drug himself with anything,, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand, your pinky running the length of his forefinger in the process, knuckles hard beneath callused skin, and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

His smile softens. Your pinky tingles even after you return his drink.

“Where’s whats-his-face?” Ari scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as he takes another swig of soda, pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump. He only had stubble in class two years ago. You shouldn’t be thinking about what those lips might feel like. Hell, you shouldn’t be sharing a drink with anyone because that’s more intimate than anything you’ve enjoyed doing with Billy recently.

Billy is pushy and inexperienced. Every time he goes to touch you, it reminds you that he’s desperate for it, but…not in a flattering way. It’s difficult to describe.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw out loudly, keeping your guess silent. Perhaps hugging the toilet bowl?

Though a simple question, Ari looks somewhere between giddy and chided while contemplating his answer. He’s so dumb, poor thing. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Ow, rough gig bandana girl. That’s a little harsh: being fobbed off mid-party. Although, you aren’t exactly replacing her. Ari is just talking to you. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s sitting beside you, only a little closer than Women’s Studies, sharing a sip of soda. That’s all.

“So, genius—”Ari elbows you gently, taking advantage to stay arm-to-arm this time “—how you been?”

You notice you’ve been shrinking against the wall and straighten as best you can without looking as if you’re pushing your boobs out.

“Fine. Just…busy with school work.”

Internally, you groan, hating to sound so boring and feeding into this idea you are nothing but a bookworm.

Ari swallows the last of his drink, and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs lewdly—at least, it should be considered lewd with how the motion leads your eye down to the matching dark chest hair peeking behind the shirt collar. He scrunches his nose when the bubbles hit the back of his palate.

“Good. You always seemed happy. Bet you’re top of our class.” He emphasizes the year because he should have graduated already. Originally, he was a year ahead, but then he took a red-shirt year while injured. Ari doesn’t appear to mind that’s something else you share.

You bite your lip and wonder if he’s baiting you. If there’s one thing you’ve heard consistently in your whole young adult life, it’s that you ‘look angry’ and could ‘benefit’ from smiling more.

“I’m…somewhere up there, yeah,” you allow.

He points over his other shoulder and shimmies the empty cup in front of him. “You want one? What’s your favorite?”

For the first time all night, what you want has been considered. Not only if you want a drink, but which one do you want. Such a small thing, and yet the twist in your stomach unfurls a little. The drink itself doesn’t matter; the thought does. That, and being comfortable near him.

“Whatever you’re having.”

Ari flashes that megawatt smile of his and says he’ll be back in a jiffy.

The true value of a beautiful idiot is you don’t have to be on edge. Your basic knowledge of any subject (save sports) would read as genius to a guy like him…which is also why it feels so unbelievable Ari’s choosing to hang in this corner with you. He’s friends with everyone. He could get anything from anybody here. It’s nice to be wanted, not needed.

He returns with two cups, one with a couple shots worth of Jack Daniels, the other full of CocaCola. He looks at you for approval, hesitating in case you want just plain soda, and then makes a huge show of his ‘mixing’ skills.

Absolute moron did not consider the carbonation exploding with every pour back and forth.

It’s a horrible mess of foam and splashing liquid. Both his hands are dripping and sticky, but you laugh freely by the end. You never thought you’d see the day Ari Levinson spilling a drink wouldn’t be triggering.

Not even a fleeting image of that ruined blouse crosses your mind while you weakly clinkthe plastic cups together. It’s the epitome of the college experience in your eyes. For once, you aren’t upset by that fact.

You keep smiling, wrinkling your nose at the fizz bursting on the back of your tongue. You can’t help it.

Ari is a happy drunk, and he starts talking, joking with you, tucked away in your own little bubble.

It’s the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

He’s self-deprecating about the same, drunken party behavior that you have watched him participate in for years, and yet you dismiss that as nothing, normal even, and unconsciously nudge closer to Ari, your side flush with his as you bend to see the person he’s bad-mouthing now.

He seems to like the irony in that and chuckles as he says someone over there is getting sloppy, lifting his Solo to his mouth with a dainty pinky raised in defiance. He’s a goofball. You haven’t been so relaxed with someone in…months.

Both drinks are finished quickly, and Ari offers to grab more.

The warm buzz humming beneath your skin tells you ‘yes,’ but your higher brain function steadfastly puts a foot down.

“I shouldn’t,” you mutter, sounding undecided.

He shrugs. For whatever reason, you appreciate that Ari isn’t pushing for anything from you, but that’s exactly what makes you want more from him. He stacks the empty cups and mentions walking you home. He could use some fresh air, he says.

“I should find Billy…”

Ari rolls his shoulders and thinks, his eyes follow suit, scraping his peripheral vision for an alternative that never presents. He stands up, arms akimbo, dramatically squinting to ‘think’ harder.

“He was wearing that red ball cap, right?”

“What?” You’ve never seen your boyfriend don a hat once but suddenly remember the pong partner who pulled him over. “No, that’s Leo,” you scream over the noise now that Ari is standing a few paces away. “Billy’s in, like, a neutral t-shirt.”

Ari smirks, scanning. “One beige Billy, coming up!”

Off he darts into the crowd, much faster than you’ve ever seen a drunk man move, and you skitter behind, realizing Ari stops at the kitchen only when you slam into his back.

He throws the empty cups into the trash and turns to the sink, washing his hands with dish soap, drying them on his shirt, leaving darker streaks of blue.

“Okay, not sticky,” Ari beams, “so now we go.”

Easily, naturally, his hand scoops up yours, and Ari leads you deftly through the throng.

He’s holding your hand. It’s damp and rough and cool and warm all at once. And you grasp it. You’re holding his hand back.

Though tall enough to see over most heads, Ari takes a good long while to notice everyone because they keep moving about. 

Pointing with your still-joined hands, you shout to check the beer pong room, but no Billy.

You two amble through the entire lower floor, stopped several times by people greeting Ari, and he introduces you automatically. You hope none of these other drunk frat boys remembers seeing you hold his hand while asking where your damn boyfriend is.

Without fail, each friend asks if you two are together, and to his credit, Ari quickly changes to “have you seen a guy…” and describes Billy.

“Dunno, man. Check upstairs?”

Ari thanks them and glances at you, a look of defeat creasing his forehead.

He drums his free fingers on the banister. He hesitates.

“Wait here?” he offers but drops your hand and doesn’t pause for your reply.

Using a football drill tactic, Ari bolts expertly up the stairs while you get waylaid by some girls holding up a selfie-stick to make a video. They bitch at the angle, ignoring you, and have to reshoot. You can’t get past.

Yelling.

Suddenly, there’s lots of yelling coming from the packed second floor and a door slams. Half the people in the stairway and hall look up.

More crashing and thudding noises ring out.

With everyone frozen, you shove your way through.

“What the fuck,” you hear just as some guy backs away, almost knocking you down. “Who the hell do you think you are, man?”

Your legs take you inside though your heart lodges in your throat.

Ari’s got Billy pinned over a wrecked desk on the other side of the room while the girl with the bandana top stands by a bed, pulling down her mini skirt. She snaps for Ari to mind his own business, and Ari immediately shoots a glare at her over his shoulder, keeping Billy pinned beneath him.

“Beks, for fuck’s sake,” Ari starts, but quickly, the guy who pushed you in the hall cusses her out louder than anyone else.

“Serves you right for getting back with Erin,” Bandana Girl snaps.

“Eat shit, Rebekah. You don’t actually care!”

What…is going on? These people are nuts.

At least four more bodies squeeze through the door, all looking blazing-mad while you get pushed farther into the suffocating room. You’re bewildered and overwhelmed.

Blocker Guy lunges forward and shoves Ari off of Billy.

Your hands are up, claiming space to breathe, but there’s way too much going on. No one—not even you—can hear your voice crying to be let out.

Funny thing is, you aren’t crying for Billy to help you. Only after you yell for Ari does your brain process that your boyfriend’s fly is down, his jeans unbuttoned, too.

A large, rough hand grabs your wrist and yanks you to the door, barreling you both through the crowd to another room down the hall. It’s surreal to see the group descend on the fight like moths to a flame, drawn to watch what horrible thing these students will do next.

Ari man-handles you inside without hitting a light switch. It’s pitch black, but the closed door at your back muffles only a fraction of the commotion.

From the other side, you hear Billy calling your name, but Ari’s soft, panting breath steals your focus as it gusts across your neck.

His lips shift close to your ear.

“Don’t do it, smartie,” he whispers. “Leave him.”

The stale smell of beer wafts forward when you lean farther into that letterman jacket Ari keeps prominently hung. You feel the ribs of the cuffs against your bare arms until, suddenly, it’s the ridges of Ari’s rough fingers ghosting over your skin.

If Billy’s still screaming, you can’t tell. Your heart thunders in your chest as the hot breath rolling over you moves up your neck and over your jaw.

He’s right there.

He’s right there. He’s drunk. He’s stupid. He doesn’t matter. You don’t matter to him. It’ll never work and it doesn’t have to. This could be so simple.

You envy how easy this is for him, always another girl around the corner, in the next room, who will want him, but you can’t bring yourself to feel bad about wanting to use him. He’s right there, willingly, single or not, sober or not, and so you grip the soft linen of his shirt collar and tug him straight to you.

It doesn’t matter how sloppy you are, how shy or how forceful you get, because you live like him in this moment.

Ari doesn’t care about anything. Self-assured. Confident. Sexy. Popular. He doesn’t have to care.

Now, neither do you.

[Next Part]

⬅️ Steve Rogers and a kiss where it hurts

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny didn't know what to do with all these flowers. Sure, Amity had done a 180 after they stopped listening to his parents (its just a shame what had happened to them) and they now loved thier guardian and savior.

Which brought him back to the flowers. It was the day after Valentines and he had gotten gifts from what felt like everyone in the city (except Vlad who was in ghost jail via the Observants) leading him to having a massive pile of flowers, stuffed animals and candy to figure out what to do with.

Obviously most of the stuffing were going to be decorating his lair in the GZ but the flowers would rot eventually and he didn't even own a single vase anyway. He was not going to mention the chocolate.

Then Tucker gave him an idea. He can just give them away to other heros.

Cackling he set about plans to ambush the batfam who he had met once or twice when he was exploring through dimensions (and promptly chased out of the city)

He started with Red Robin the smartest and arguably the cutest of the brood. He had picked a good time too because birdy looked five steps away from falling asleep on the rooftop while running, so when Danny through a bouquet or roses at him the soft petals clocked him right in the face.

The look he gave was one of pure confusion as he stared at the plants. Then, all too soon it clicked and the vigilantes face turned a lovely shade of red as he looked around for whoever tossed them. Luckily Danny stayed off the visible spectrum that night.

The next victim was Spoiler who he clocked in the back of the head while she was distracted by talking to a civilian. The yelp she made was glorious and almost made Danny cackle and give away his position.

Red Hood Danny had to be the hardest one. Sneaking up on him was almost impossible. He could sense RH like he could a ghost but something was definitely off. He wondered if Hood could sense him too. Is that how he always seemed to know he was around. It didn't matter in the end because Danny had a lot of free time without the ghost attacks and a near endless supply of ammo. Still. Danny was getting irritated and just decided to chuck flowers at the guy until he landed a hit. He didn't know why hood was freaking out so much over flowers or why he was shooting at the flowers or even what "Pit" he was screaming about but the moment he got a hit in Danny decided to bounce.

Robin was funny. He threw a bouquet and the little bird caught it like a sword before inspecting it with a raised eyebrow.

Orphan was nice. She caught her bouquet gracefully in her arms almost as if she was expecting it and held it to her chest before looking right at him and waving.

While he was invisible.

He bolted.

Occasionally he liked to interfere with the bats rogue battles by throwing a single rose into the frey, startling the baddie of the hour and giving the bat or bats time to collect themselves. Yeah thats right. He Tuxedo Mask'd them. Something that infuriated some of the bats and got other giggling.

He at least knew better not to do this to Poison Ivy. For her he portaled in something special. The look on her face when one of those battery powered toddler jeeps came racing down the street with a full rose bush in a glass bubble and into the fight was something he'd cherish forever. Especially when she realized she couldn't control the thing thanks to the glass.

This leads to the last bird.

Nightwing was probably one of the best victims hes had. He took it like a champ and even played along, giving a little speech about being honored to receive such a gift, prompting Danny to throw individual flowers at the heros feet. Nightwing continued talking and Phantom kept giving him flowers, distracted by what the hero was saying and slowly drifting closer until-

The kick to the side of the head didn't really hurt, when you get used to being thrown through buildings not much could really hurt you anymore but it was enough to stun him and force him to drop his invisibility. Another kick and a few shocks from a pair of acrizma sticks for struggling and he was on his belly at Nightwings feet. He felt something fasten around his wrist and his core felt restricted but he didn't transform back into Fenton.

Crap. Power dampening cuffs.

He was so screwed.

Danny was later upset to discover there was a whole other bat he didn't know about or even get to target once due to him being on the daylight shift.

[josephjoestarhateblog]

Going to do one a day until Valentine’s Day so send in your requests if you have any specific prompts + characters you wanna see!

*ೃ༄ valentine’s prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

♡ “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.”₂

♡ “i don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so i got both.”

♡ “could you have found a bigger teddy bear?!”

♡ “that’s more roses than i’ve ever seen in my life.”

♡ “flowers and a candlelit dinner?! have i swallowed a romance novel? did you?”

♡ “it’s not much, but i got you this.”

♡ “shush, i don’t want to hear it. you deserve all this and more, whether you believe it or not.”

♡ “you’re all i’ll ever want.”

♡ “i can’t believe you remembered this!”₁ “of course i did. you’re important to me.”₂

♡ “i could marry you right now.”

♡ “there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than with you.”

♡ “see, this is the true meaning of valentine’s day.”₁ “box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?!”₂ “you heard me.”₁

♡ “i wish every day could be like this.”

♡ “i think i deserve a kiss.”

♡ “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

[demonic0angel]

More Anger Management Ideas Part 3/? (click for clarity)

Happy Valentines! Crazy how it’s been a year…