#warning: suggestive themes

[marauders-rarepair-fics]

Ooo this was so good! Thank you for the submission <3

I’m super sorry about the late response to this, something happened with this tumblr account and we got zero notifications for over a month, this just popped up today :(

Prompt: September 5th 2024 — Cards

For @marauders-rarepair-fics

Word count: 624

Pairings: Sirius Black/Ron Weasley(Age difference but Ron is in his 20s), unrequited ronarry, unrequited prongsfoot

************************************************************************ “You are not the only one who’s felt miserable because of something like this,” said Sirius as he dealt Ron his hand of cards. They were playing cribbage in Ron’s flat, and it was well past midnight. Sirius had came here with Harry, but Harry had decided to head to the cottage much earlier than usual.

The frown left Ron’s face, and he bit his lip. “Because of what?” “Something like your best friend marrying someone else, only made worse because you happen to enjoy the company of the person they are marrying.” Rom dropped his cards. Sirius had an odd—almost twisted—expression on his face.

“I’m not upset because of that! It’s great that Harry’s marrying someone he loves…” “But you wish you were the one he loves,” Sirius stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t—I would never I—you have no clue—!” Sirius raised the palm of his hand to Ron’s now blood-red face.

“I know you love him; I have been where you are now before. You will pretend to be happy for them, but you feel like your own heart is being forced down your throat when you see them together. I have been here before. James was my everything…then one day I wasn’t his; one day he loved her more. He wanted a house in a quiet village and a marriage and children, things I obviously would not have been able to give him even if he was attracted to men. I know how it feels,” he finished, and stroked Ron’s flushed cheek from across the table. Goosebumps erupted on his skin. Sirius was warm to the touch.

Somewhere in his chest, Ron felt like Sirius had pierced through him, though his heart and lungs and gooey insides. Found something dark and intimate in his core. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“What…why are you telling me this?” “Is it not clear? I do not want you to feel as alone as I did.” Sirius got off his chair and walked over to Ron briskly. He leaned down and rested his head on Ron’s shoulder. His long, dark hair sprawled over Ron.

He stilled for a moment, then brought his arms around Sirius, wrapping them around him. The cards lay on the table, forgotten. The room was dark, the only light source coming from the hearth, which had burned down to embers.

“What do we do now?” Sirius hummed at Ron’s question. “It will not be a fix to your problems, but I do have an idea that might make it feel less horrible.”

He pulled Ron out of the seat by his hand.

Ron gulped, but let Sirius lead him to the bedroom. Ron’s bedroom. Their feet click-clacked against the floor.

Sirius closed the door behind them, despite their not being anyone else in the flat.

Ron sat down on his bed, letting himself sink into the quilt and soft mattress beneath him.

Sirius turned towards him. Only now Ron got to truly admire his beauty, sharp cheekbones, and silver eyes, and wavy hair. Ron vaguely remembered being a teenager and finding it hard not to ogle when Sirius accompanied him, Harry and Hermione to go swimming. But even if he did not have those physical traits his presence would command a room. 

Sirius walked towards him, and something stirred in Ron’s stomach.

“You might not be able to have Harry, but you can have me. At least for tonight,” he said as he stood before him.

“Please,” Ron replied.

Sirius sat down in his lap. Ron felt Sirius’s hot breath against his face, before he grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Fuck it, Ron thought, as he let Sirius take control.

[starspangledbatter]

⭐ Sometimes it's funny to go on the Bunnydoll Tumblr tag because I either see ship art/theories involving Jax and Ragatha or I get jumpscared with bdsm k1nky stuff titled "Bunnydoll" 😭 ⭐

EDIT: This inspired this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/starspangledbatter/770267351472046080/tw-pretty-suggestive?source=share

[ijwrsmff]

Okay tbh I just want obsessed buggy. Idk if you wanna do headcanons, a whole fic, or a short one off, but it would be greatly appreciated ❤️

Here you go hun!!! It's a full fic <3 It is 100% leading to more spicy times, but I kept it PG13 for this particular fic. Featuring Buggy before and after Impel Down in some ways, I left most major spoilers out but if you haven't made it to Impel Down here's the warning that there could be spoilers!

Reader stay gn, and I had a ton of fun writing this! I mixed a little bit from the Anime Buggy's personality with some of the LA's Buggy too! Fun fact a bestie of mine does not share fictional crushes. So we can to an agreement. They get anime Buggy and I get LA Buggy. It was a worthwhile compromise >:3

Word Count: 1,661 (PG13)

Things were odd since you joined Buggy’s crew, but you figured it was to be expected when it came to a crew who loved to perform everywhere like a circus. An illegal circus, but a circus nonetheless. The captain was the most “flashy” of all, but maybe that’s why you were so drawn to him. Despite having a rather negative reputation, seeing him care for each and every one of his crew members while trusting them implicitly made you yearn to join. He allowed you, but didn’t seem to be fond of you at first. You proved your abilities when it came to combat, and your history with performances. He was won over, but still didn’t seem happy to see you most times. 

You never believed he was an evil man, but each time you’d come near him, his face would turn red with a scowl on his face before huffing and walking away. Once he was captured, now a prisoner of Impel Down, everyone tried desperately to figure out a plan to break him out. The crew were all disasters, but the joy you felt when he had made his escape caused an immense eruption of cheers and cries. He found the crew within record time, and everyone ran up to him. He cried, but he’d never admit it to everyone. 

You in particular, let out tears of joy and leapt towards him to pull him into a hug. To your surprise, he embraced you back, and wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he didn’t want to let you go. It sparked something in you, and you pulled back to look up at your captain. He had…an expression you’d never seen on his face before. You didn’t want to assume anything, but he looked at you with adoration…though once you caught his gaze, it turned into a sheepish smile with traces of red coming through the white facepaint he had on. 

He never seemed to leave your side after that. It would make you laugh, but not to mock him. Moreso it was because you didn’t WANT him to leave your side. He accompanied you everywhere, from meals with the crew, to him showing you some of the treasures he’d found over the years that he hid in his room so no one else could have them. It made you feel special, seeing that he was letting you in on some secret he had in the few items he kept that he couldn’t seem to want to get rid of. Everything between the two of you seemed to change in the period between him escaping captivity and returning to the crew. It was different, but far from pleasant. 

Tonight, you were about to take your seat next to the captain for dinner, as you always did, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head not to take that seat. It hurt for a portion of a second, but he saw this and instantly pulled you to him, sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist. The contact wasn’t expected, and you had a surprised gasp leave your lips, but you didn’t struggle against it. Instead, you leaned your back against his chest and got comfortable. He wasted no time resting his head on your shoulder, and started eating his meal. 

By the time you all had finished eating, Buggy nodded at everyone else in the dining room to leave, and you tried to get out of his lap to do the same. He wasn’t about to let you do that. He only held onto you tighter and he nuzzled his cheek against the side of your head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not without me at least. Hm…” He spoke, and sat in silence momentarily before he shook his head and pulled you against him further. 

“Hm? What do you mean Captain?” You let out a soft laugh, and rested your hands on top of his arm as he held you by your waist. It seemed like such a domestic moment, as you ran your fingers idly along his arm. It was cozy, and a welcome change. You’d wanted this contact from the captain for a long time, it was almost hard to believe this moment was really happening. 

Buggy huffed, but you could tell from his tone when he spoke that it was more of an amused noise than one of annoyance. “What do you mean, what do I mean? I think I’m being very obvious right now.” He chuckled softly, and his thumbs ran along your waist soothingly, and he sighed before continuing. “Come on, I need to show you something.” His tone sounded eager, and he didn’t even hesitate in standing up, moving you in his grasp until he was carrying you comfortably. 

You let out an amused laugh, “Captain I can walk, you know!” The moment had you blushing slightly, but you knew he loved it when you joked around and teased him. “Have you forgotten I can outrun you?” You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and the other poked his cheek until he playfully nipped at your finger. 

“You can try.” He smirked at you, and it shut you up quickly. Seeing this, his smirk only grew and he looked ahead, taking you to his room. But really, with how often you were in there anyways, it might as well be your room too. 

“Are you gonna show me the treasure you got on our last trip? You haven’t shown me yet!” You grinned wide at him, relaxing in his grip. Then, once you’d reached the room he set you on your feet in front of a mirror. He made it a habit to show you each piece of treasure he didn’t want to get rid of for each trip, and you were the only one who got to see the collection of it all. It was something he trusted everyone on the crew with, but he never really showed them all of it. That was something between just the two of you. 

“Mm. I’m gonna show you the greatest treasure I have.” He spoke, softly, and he rubbed the back of the neck nervously. His face turned red and he cleared his throat, trying to get his semblance of confidence back. He didn’t want to back out now, it was go time. A deep sigh left his lips, and he directed his attention to the mirror, pointing at it. 

“Hm? Captain, I've seen this mirror a thousand times. What’s so special about it?” You tilted your head at him and turned to look at him. He stopped you, however, and he stood behind you, walking you both to the mirror with your back to him. His hand grabbed your chin softly and made you look directly into the mirror from in front of it. “Huh…?” You said, still confused. 

He scoffed, but placed an arm around your waist. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you blushed seeing his face. It looked like he was equal parts cocky and flustered. Was he really saying…? Your thoughts froze when he made his move. 

His hand on your chin moved downwards, his hand lightly moving around your throat. From there, he tilted your head to the side and placed small kisses there. It made you gasp, but…he was being so cute about this. It made you giggle happily, but when you laughed he bit down slightly, nibbling at the skin. At your noise of surprise, his arm around your waist tightened, and he spoke softly. 

“This, every part of this, is my greatest treasure.” His hand moved from your neck to your collarbone, and his lips fanned over your ear as he whispered. The words came out hushed, and fragile like he was almost too nervous to say it. “You’re the greatest treasure I have. I can never get enough of you. Every time I go even a moment without seeing you, I want to run to wherever you are and prove that you’re mine.” He chuckled, almost as if to make fun of himself. “It’s pathetic, the amount of love I have for you.” 

Your eyes widened with shock, before your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You moved your hand upwards, cradling the side of his face while he kissed your neck. “It’s okay, Captain. I feel the same. I actually kind of like how much time we spend together…even if we don’t see each other 24/7.” You laughed quietly, and gasped when his hand around your waist moved and lazily trailed his fingers over your stomach. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He chuckled, and lifted his head to turn yours to the side. The kiss he gave you was everything you’d ever hoped for, and he growled into it as he pulled you flush against him. Neither of you wanted to part the kiss, but he only pulled away enough to mutter his words against your lips. “If I had it my way, you’d never leave my side. Not metaphorically or literally. I can’t get enough of you. The way you walk when you’re confident, when you’re shy. How you giggle when I make dumb jokes, how you smile every time you see me.” 

He let out a laugh and turned you around to face him as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I never want to be without you. I won’t let it happen.” He had a near deranged look in his eyes, but also traces of hesitation, as if he didn’t want to push you too far. “So…in our journeys, you’re not allowed to go anywhere without me. I practically ache when you’re not in my field of vision.” He laughed, and leaned forward to pull you into another kiss. 

“You’re mine, my treasure. I’ll love and protect you even if this whole world comes tumbling down.” 

[cakeinpants]

***

"...I'm supposed to do what?" Pat stuttered in confusion, hoping he didn't hear what he just heard right.

"Relax, you're not dancing in front of a stage. It's for a limited access recording. This won't get out to the general public, you can be sure of that. It'll only be available to a very small circle of people..." Jabodo replied, convinced that that would reassure the dancer.

"But- w-why??"

"You see, Oddett. The Palace's ratings are not in a good place after the incident. We need to bring them back to the top. And you can help with that.."

"You want me to dance- naked?"

"Exactly. Keep the pointe shoes on though.."

"How's that going to help our reputation??"

Starting to sound annoyed by the dancer's cluelessness, the Chronicler explained:

"Do you know how many rich perv- devotees of yours are ready to pay some good moolah for a.. exclusive look at you? We need the rich guys' support, and trust me this will help get their attention."

"This- but this isn't part of my job... this is against everything Mr. Malgaine taught me!.." The Mudokon protested, his eyes widened in shock.

"Well, he's not here, is he? Let me clear things up for you..

Mr. Malgaine had some.. unrealistic principles. Of some "sublime beauty detached from sexuality or gender". But people are simple creatures, and behind all the grandiosity and sophistication are simple desires. You'd be naive to think all of your admirers come here to see the "White Bird" or the "Butterfly" or the "Wind Whisper"... But not a beautiful body that they wish they could make theirs. And you see, rich people are used to getting what they want.."

That kind of talk gave Pat a deep feeling of uneasiness.

"Most Palace's dancers do things to earn a place in the industry. And they would do anything to have the privileges that you have. It's been enough of that Vykker guarding you like a treasure. I'm not letting that perfect body of yours go to waist.."

Pat's stomach twisted as he listened to Jabodo's little lecture.

"What do you mean "go to waist"?... Master would never allow this.." the mudokon repeated. Only now, when Malgaine wasn't here anymore, the dancer was starting to realize all the things he's been protected from before.

Jabodo lost patience.

"Enough! I am your Master now. And you'll do what I tell you.

If it's not clear to you yet, Malgaine isn't coming back. And if you value your weekly visits to the old man, you better be on your best behaviour. I won't tolerate disobedience. Go get ready now."

Pat subconsciously wrapped his arms around himself, as the thought of having to feel exposed and vulnerable again took over his mind, resurfacing the shame and guilt from the latest events he's been trying to supress. Undress and dance for a camera? Desecrate his art for some nasty old glukk's entertainment? There was no way he could do it. He physically couldn't.

"I- I don't want to do it..."

"You're going to do it."

....

"No."

"What did you just say?.."

"I won't do it. Never."

Next thing Pat heard was a slap. Then he realized his face was hurting.

The dancer stood frozen for a bit, feeling a fresh scratch on his cheek. Then said blankly:

"Mr. Jabodo, that will leave a mark.. Madame Delvona won't appreciate you damaging the "showpiece"..."

The thought of making Delvona unhappy seemed to worry Jabodo for a split second.

"...You're going to regret this." Infuriated that a Mudokon dared disobey and talk back to him, the Chronicler hissed and walked out of the studio, leaving Pat to just stand in the middle of the room.

The mudokon stayed still for a while, as realization of what just happened slowly came to him. He just said "no" to a superior. He disobeyed an order and got hit in the face. For a Mudokon, known for his devotion and obedience, that situation was hard to even comprehend.

He put his hands up to his face.

"Oh Odd... now what..."

[thisisxli]

Crimson Kalon

.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・

Vocab:

Kalon - (n.) Beauty that is more skin-deep.

Rs: Ejiro Kirishima x Vamp!fem reader

Warnings:

slight stalking, biting,

blood, suggestive themes,

obsessive reader,

reader is kinda pervy,

slight ghosting, reader is

kind of a yandere

Summary: the reader who's a vampire in the quirk world, strangely has an obsession with a red spiky-haired man. Maybe it was in her blood to desire him for claiming the colour red or the way his antics had her heart blooming. What do you do when you take a few sips of his blood? Will it ruin your image and friendship?

Wc: 3.4k

ʚ ɞ

One-shot/drabble.

ʚ ɞ

You didn't know when it started. You didn't know how you ended up following him when school ended. Even when dorms were created, you found yourself drawn to his room. The time everyone was competing what room was best, you savored your sweet time wandering the small space. His room was rather eccentric.

Hagakure had caught you sniffing one of his belongings but that became a sworn secret between you two.

You remember seeing him for the very first time. Red was all you saw and maybe that's just what made you tingle inside, to form some kind of spark. No mortal made you feel this way, not unless you were drinking their blood of course. You swear you're not a bad guy but then again, it doesn't hurt to drink from somebody time to time. That's also what has you drawn, because he was so so nice.

"Heyy- (Y/N), right?"

Usually, nobody goes up to you first which was odd to you when he first spoke. It was like your name rolled off his tongue like a song was being sung and you loved every single part of it. Maybe it was your vampirism that was causing all this.

or maybe just the way his skin glistens when he's sweaty, rock hard abs flexing when he stretches.

You fawned over the boy every chance you got to your friends and honestly, they were kind of sick of it but you didn't care. Sometimes you've wondered

what did his blood taste like? Dark and metallic? Or thick as his ego? Oddly, your thoughts were drifting into... other thoughts. But that can hold another time when you both have the time and equally ready. At least you hoped.

When Aizawa is just lecturing his ass away in class, you can't help but stare at Kirishima across from class, biting your lip. Gosh, was he fine. You would stare at his neck the whole class time all while sinking a fang into your own lip, drawing blood. You were aware that some of your other classmates could see your little expressions but honestly, did you care what they think? That'll just show them how you want Kirishima, and maybe for him to be yours alone. The thought about sinking your fangs into his neck had you rolling your eyes back. To feel the sweet hot relief of his blood on your tongue.

Your stomach nearly jumps every time his vibrant eyes stare into yours, making you fiddle with your hands, wiggling your toes, or just biting your lip.

When you're training, he's just SOO...

You didn't even have the words.

Your fangs were unbreakable as were his body. It was almost like you were made for each other, you think.

One time when you felt bold, you scooped some blood from his finger when he got a paper cut, putting it in your mouth all while purposely trying to seem innocent.

"Sorry, Kiri! Couldn't help myself."

He blushed in return when he averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, it's- it's fine.."

His voice had you in shambles.

Right now, you were both training with each other. You were helping with his durability and endurance. And it just so happened that no one was around. Good for you.

You grunt when you swing a pillar at him, his arms making an 'X' to block from the attack. He was incredibly strong. That was also what you had admired about him and adore. You swing the pillar at him again, accidentally hitting the side of his neck. You gasp and quickly drop the pillar to the side, rushing to his side when he groans in pain and clutch in between his neck and shoulder.

"Kirishima! I'm- shit..! I'm so sorry-"

You hover over him, flailing your arms around. You did NOT mean to do that. Fucking shit, you were an idiot.

You watch him retreat from his hardened form before cracking his neck side to side. "Eh.. I'm fine I guess.. I didn't expect you to go that hard. And it wasn't really expected. I should've seen it coming, am I right?"

You swallow thickly when you see a cut on his cheek and on his neck. You honestly didn't mean to actually hurt him but damn.. Maybe it was worthwhile? "Can.. Can I see your wound?"

Kirishima looked up at you confused for a second before gently padding his neck. "O-oh! Yeah, sure, go right on ahead."

He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. You kneel down close in front of him. Your gaze fixates on his lips before his neck. "Kirishima.." He looks up at you again, a small lop-sided smile on his face. You gently wrap your hands around his head an shoulder, leaning your head down to his neck before you started drinking his blood. Kirishima, who was caught by surprise didn't know how to react. Should he pull you away? Probably. Yes. But it kind of felt nice. He doesn't know why it does but it just does.

He nearly couldn't suppress a whimper when he felt your tongue swirling around the small cut. Gently, he pushed you away from him. You let him do so, staring at him. Reality hit you like a brick. You feel embarrassment and shame grow inside every single one of your insides. Yet, Kirishima was in his own world, staring back at you. Your lips were covered in his blood. Butterflies danced around his lungs.

But before he could even stop you, you run away, wiping the remaining blood on your lips. Watching you run away kind of had him feeling bad. His hand reached out for you but he didn't get up to go chase after you. He'll talk to you tomorrow. Definitely. When everything in his head is sort out.

You lay in bed encased in your thoughts, reminiscing of the past events that just occurred. Gosh, that was fucking embarrassing. Who randomly latches themselves onto a classmate to drink their blood? Where was your filter? Self-control went out of the room.

Embarrassment ate away at your gut and you honestly wanted to bang your head against a metal wall.

The other side of you though, liked it. It was all your vampirism to blame. His blood was thick and savory on your tongue, skin so smooth and hard under your teeth, and the way his blood's metallic scent came seeping into your nose. The taste of his sweat. All of that got you excited. You rub your thighs together, one of your hands trailing up from your pelvis to your neck. You bite your bottom lip. Kirishima had this much of a effect on you which was beyond crazy. The thought of him excited you and you were here for it.

But honestly, your dignity was nearly gone after the embarrassment that occurred today so you had no idea how you were gonna face him the next few days.

The next two school days, you were avoiding him and you made sure you did it at all costs. He was confused and he felt like he personally hit home for you, he wanted to apologize but every time he approached you, you would immediately walk away. He was kind of butt-hurt, his ego busted when he had Tsu ask you what was going on and you said you just didn't want to talk to him.

He obviously wasn't going to give up that easily but jeez. He sighed, crossing his arms and rests his chin on top.

"Everything good?"

He shifts his head to the left, spotting his pink-haired friend. He sighed again, slightly pouting. "Yeah.. But (Y/N) won't talk to me after we trained alone together..

I feel like it's kind of my fault- but I mean, I know it isn't. But I kind of just feel bad, y'know?"

Mina nods in understanding, her hazel irises lingering on Kirishima for a moment. She sighs along with him, pondering for a moment. She wasn't best friends with you but you were both definitely close. She pinches her chins in between her fingers, looking up in the ceiling before looking back at Kirishima again, smirking. "Kirishima! I thought you were smart!"

He flinches in surprise, confusion written on all over his face. "Wha?- what are you talking about?"

"Context clues, idiot! It's so obvious!" She clenches both of her hands into a fist, waiting for Kirishima to get the hint. When two minutes pass, he still didn't get it. He was thinking long and hard. What could it have been?

Mina groans before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "she likes you, dumbass!" Kirishima's cheeks blaze up, matching his hair. "No way! You- you're joking!" Mina shakes her head at him, taking in his reaction.

"I'm not manly enough for her!" He looks away dramatically with closed eyes, one hand in a fist to his heart and the other stretched away towards Mina. "Oh get over it, Dorito Hair."

You, from the distance, hanging out with Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure, watched their whole interaction. You were across the room so you didn't really get to hear them, but seeing her so close to Kirishima had you fuming. "(Y/N).. hey.. Are you okay?" Uraraka looks at you with concern, nervously fiddling with her fingers when a sweat bead dribbles down her temple. "Yeah, you have this deadly scary look on your face, it's not cute!" You hear Hagakure chime in.

You hear the girls bicker about Hagakure's blunt comment but you could honestly care less. You grit your teeth when you see them lean in again, faces closer than ever. You scowl, moving your way past the girls. "(Y/N)! Hey wait!- are you oka-"

"I'm going to the bathroom!" You cut off Uraraka. You didn't mean to boast at her but honestly, seeing Kirishima and Mina's interaction had you beyond ticked off.

"So basically... When me and her were training, I got caught off guard for a little bit when I relaxed. My body wasn't completely hardened so when she striked at me, she gave me a crazy bruise and a few cuts. When she went ahead to check for the minor injuries.... She kinda just.. latched onto me and started drinking my blood."

"WHAAT??!"

Kirishima winces, piping his hand down, suggesting her to lower her volume. "Quiet down, will ya? I don't want anyone else to know this.. I know she's probably embarrassed by this, man.."

Mina shuts her mouth completely but is absolutely bewildered. She knew you had a fat crush on Kirishima but for you to be this crazy about him?!

"She must likes you tons!" Mina triumphantly stuck her thumb up, imaginative steam flaring out of her nostrils. Kirishima's cheeks heat up, scratching the back of his head. "I guess so.. I think I like her too. It was subtle before but that was just because we're doing hero stuff, y'know? But now I'm coming face-to-face with it. I don't know what to do, Mina- help me-" Kirishima whines, bowing his head down at her, clasping his hands in a prayer.

You came back in the room, ears hot as ever. What enraged you even more was when he was still close to her, but close at her boobs! That should be you! You felt embarrassment creeping up inside of you as your heart shrivels. Honestly, you didn't blame either of the two if they liked each other or if they were together. They went to the same middle school together and all. But you can't help but feel jealous; do you even have the right? You watch them talk more and more before seeing them glance back at you which they immediately look away, quickly to resort to whispering in each other's ears. Are you talking about you? Talking shit maybe? Shit, maybe he was talking shit about you, talking about the nasty encounter you guys had at training.

"Hey."

You turn, unknowingly teary-eyed, meeting Bakugou's red eyes. His brows weren't crinkled together and he held an unusual calm expression. "You like shitty-hair, don't you?" Your sullen expression quickly turning into a surprised one, your cheeks turning pink. "Wh-what?"

"I see the way you look at Shitty-hair. It's obvious you like him." When the fuck did Bakugou notice anything about you? When did he start to give a fuck?

"Don't get them wrong," he nods off past you, towards Mina and Kirishima who were still whispering to each other. "Kirishima likes you too. He probably doesn't know it yet, but he does. Whatever one of you idiots did that made you guys stop talking needs to step up. It's annoying having to watch this." Bakugou looks away when he shoves his hands in his pockets, a small scowl on his face. You were surprised. Was he giving you advice or a heads-up? Either way, this was.. a shocker, especially coming from him. A vein irked in his temple, gritting his teeth together. Andd.. There was his wrinkle. "At least say something you damn idiot!"

A week had gone by and before you knew it, it was New Years Eve.

There was a festival that was held out in the middle of Mutsufasu, about everyone in your class attended, including others from the other classes. The night had set in, leaving the stars to shine down above the light of the festival. Lanterns were being lit, booths and concessions were being held, and a lot of people were wearing yukatas and kimonos.

You were wearing a kimono with the color base being black, your haneri, obiage, and obijime being a scarlet red. Your obi was black with light ash brown coloured lines etched across with red detailed flowers adorning at the bottom of your kimono and sleeves. Your hair was up and done nicely with fake red and black flowers above your ear, some small pieces displayed on the other parts of your hair. You walked the streets with Uraraka, Midoriya, Lida, and Tsu, buying food and all sorts of things off the booths. You held a lantern in your left hand, light illuminating faces that passed by you.

Something red in the corner of your eye had you turn your head, meeting a pair of familiar crimson eyes. Your cheeks turned red deeply before quickly turning back to your friends.

Kirishima gazed at you softly, a small lop-sided smile on his face. He wore a deep red haori with a black himo, his hakama also being a pair of black. Honestly if you noticed his traditional clothes when you saw him, you would've thought you two were matching. He feels the back of his head being smacked, looking back at the perpetrator. "Stop ogling and keep moving, shitty hair."

Bakugou scoffs, crossing his arms across his yukata. "Sorry, man," Kirishima awkwardly laughs heartedly, rubbing his nape. They both continue walking before having more of their other friends join in with them; Mina, Denki, and Sero.

In the corner of your eye again, you see the pink and red figure oddly close. Your heart tugs at itself. It almost felt like hands were grabbing at it and stretching its' meaty flesh. You looked at them for a second, seeing him win a stuffed animal, giving it to her. He awkwardly rubs his neck before she jumps on him, hugging him tightly around the neck. It seems that you were wrong for thinking he even felt something for you. The subtle glances and the smiles directed towards you seemed to just be friendly. What part of you could've thought that anyway?

"I'm.. gonna go look around, okay? I'll meet with you guys later," you let your friends know, some of them shooting you a worried look before letting you go off in the crowd. Tears threaten to leave your eyes as you make your way past the crowd, fists clenching in hurt and anger. You shut your eyes, letting tears fall. Hopefully, no one saw. You didn't want to receive any weird or awkward looks from bystanders. You feel someone grab your wrist which you instinctively snatch back, looking back at who grabbed you. It was Bakugou, who had a sour expression on his face. You looked away in shame, rubbing your arms. "What did I tell you, dumbass? You should tell him. Stop bein' so insecure and stand up."

You frown warily, nodding, still avoiding his gaze. When he leaves your vision, you look back up. You notice that people were going into a more open space of the city, signaturing that the fireworks were gonna start. You huff before making your way to find your friends.

You see a kimono's sleeve waving up in the air before realizing it was Hagakure. You walk up to your friends, smiling and laughing on the way to an open field to see the fireworks. It started in fifteen minutes.

You were laughing with your friends, throwing your head back before feeling a warm hand on your shoulder. You wipe the joyful tears in your eyes as you turn your head, surprised when you see the same particular crimson eyes. "Kirishi-"

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

You pause, remorse flickering across your features before turning to your friends which they nod in return. You sigh, standing up to your feet, following him as he leads you. You guys enter a building, which honestly had you nervous because were you even allowed to be in there?

You both stood in the elevator in silence before you guys exit, reaching a stair case. You guys step up before exiting through a door, a chilly breeze hitting your face. You guys were on top of a building.

"I wanted to talk to you.. about..." His breath hitches. You notice.

"About what happened back at training-"

"I'm sorry that I did that! I didn't- it was on impulse, I didn't mean to-"

He grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face him. "(Y/N)," he breathed, looking at you so tenderly. "I don't care.. that you did it. I just.. want things to be normal again." He inches his body closer to yours, his thumbs caressing your shoulders reassuringly. "I want to be close to you again."

His words were like hot fire melting the ice in your heart. Your lips quiver, eyes watering. How could something so small cause something so big and heartfelt for you? Was Kirishima important to you? What did he mean by 'close?' When you don't respond, still staring up into his eyes with teary ones, he continues, "I miss you. I..."

He pauses, his cheeks and ears turning red as time passes. "I want to be with you. You can drink my blood for as much as you want, I just- I don't know.."

"But-" your voice is shaky, you don't even care anymore because tears are pouring from your eyes. "What about Mina? Aren't you with her?" He looks at you confused for a moment before realization dawns on him, a sad expression fading into his face. "No. I'm not with her. She's one of my closest friends, she was just there when I needed somebody to go to... about you."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, Kirishima's hand going up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tear with his calloused thumb. "It's always been you."

"It's.. always been you too, Ki-"

"Eijiro."

You stare at him for a few seconds before nodding, "Eijiro." His name rolls off your tongue so foreignly but it felt so nice. His other hand gently makes his way around your waist, the hand on your cheek moving towards the back of your head. Your breath becomes heavy when you notice how close he was to you. "Eijiro..."

"Can I kiss you?" Kirishima blushes deeply, looking in your eyes with half-lidded ones.

You nod, feeling the radiation from his body. You feel his lips press against yours so gently, it makes you wraps your arms around his neck tightly. Fireworks went off when you both move your lips against each other's, your heart pounding against your chest as loud as the fireworks. This was so intimate for you, to share a kiss with someone you hold dear under the star sky, showered with fireworks.

You both seperate, letting out silent breaths you were holding in. He stared into your eyes so fondly, leaning in again, but not to kiss you. He just holds you there, face against his, lips just barely touching.

You swear you heard a 'I love you' push past his lips.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

A/N: I'm kinda glad how this turned out. Kirishima is one of my favs and deserves all the attention he gets. He can be dense a little bit sometimes but he gives off golden retriever boyfriend energy.

Bakugou was playing a little love matchmaker even though he dislikes love stuff. But he cares about his friends a lot

Writing this was fun and nice, it was kinda cute. I'm glad that its done tho, hope you enjoyed it. <3

[violetmuses]

Come get me. NOW! 😩

@expert-texpert @episodes-ff 🏷

[christinadrag0n]

Based of the book “Indian Horse” by Richard Wagamese.

This was all painted by me in acrylic paint, this was for an assignment. There was a bunch of things that I wanted to fix but I had a time limit.

The two characters in the middle are both Saul Indian Horse, the younger and older version.

I painted this all the way back in January.

[mars-ipan]

heyyy folks after putting suggestions through my rigorous filtering process (<- control freak) the priest au playlist has officially hit the 1 hour mark which means it's Postable now :3

have fun :) i will continue to add to it and take song suggestions and eventually i will probably have made smth that can serve as a playlist cover for it. yaaaay

[originalqueenhottub]

I haven't drawn anything I have felt passionate about in YEARS I feel... and the first time since I can keep track of; that cycle has been BROKEN this year!! 🥳🥳 why is it smutt related?!?! *In my best Pee-Wee Herman voice* I DON'T KNOW! Buuuuuuuut... I will take it!

I have been feverly working on a Pegasus × OC fanfic for over a month now! And I'm finally in that stage of editing where I feel comfortable any day now to start uploading chapters...

😅 By no means am I a professional writer, but this story has been living in my head "rent free" on and off for YEARS now! Ever since I fell in love with the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! And more accurately the Anime's first major antagonist from the Duelist Kingdom Arc Pegasus J Crawford (Maximillion Pegasus)

I have done STUPID amounts of research on this non-existant man; that it definitely puts me in the "crazed fangirl" category I bet. My roommates and significant others are probably tired of my rants on the show, manga and now the card game. I wish I could STFU but this appears to be my recent autism hyperfixation that noone is safe from!

So without further ado! Here are some rough sketches of Pegasus and my OC before I make final edits 🤦‍♀️ I may apologize... But I WONT STOP!

[statesidesnake]

literally watching some TMNT video, scroll down to the coments, pause scroll up:

these are not targeted adds...these are not targeted adds...these are not targeted adds...THESE ARE NOT TARGETED ADDS!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

[samasmith23]

The dualistic rivalry between Wolverine & Mystique, as portrayed by Jason Aaron

While the majority of X-Men fans have listed Sabretooth (aka, Victor Creed) as the perfect rival for Wolverine (aka, Logan), I've personally always considered Mystique (aka, Raven Darkhölme) to be a far superior dualistic foil to the fan-favorite Canadian berserker-rage mutant.

My fondness for the rivalry between Logan and the blue-skinned shape-shifter can be primarily attributed to the 2008 storyline Wolverine: Get Mystique by writer Jason Aaron & artist Ron Garney, published across Wolverine (2003) #62-65. In this arc, Wolverine is, determined to get revenge on Mystique after she betrayed the X-Men to Mr. Sinister during the Messiah CompleX crossover event (Mystique had briefly become a member of the X-Men before betraying them), tracking Raven down to the Middle East where the two engage in a deadly game of cat-&-mouse pursuit.

What elevates Get Mystique beyond a standard chase story is that Aaron uses the premise to intricately explore parallels between the two characters that had not yet been explored by previous writers. Throughout the 1980s-2000s, it was heavily implied that Logan & Raven had known each other for a long time and might have even been romantically involved at one point, which does make sense since the two are both over 100 years old. This past connection between the two characters is discussed in an interview with Aaron from Marvel Spotlight: Wolverine, in which the author stated that he "played off of what had been hinted at or mentioned before that... [giving] them a real love/hate relationship."

Subsequently, Aaron frames the present-day chase & rivalry between Logan & Raven throughout Get Mystique in juxtaposition to a series of flashbacks showcasing the two characters' first encounter with each other back in the 1920s. Specifically, it is revealed that Logan & Raven seemingly met each other by sheer coincidence when they were both scheduled to be executed by a firing squad in Mexico. The two escaped execution, however, with Raven offering Logan to join her gang of two-bit grifters up in Kansas City where he would serve as their muscle and protection.

During these flashbacks, Aaron repeatedly emphasizes Logan's reluctance towards the idea of settling down, rejecting Raven's offer of the prospect of a found-family through her criminal gang. Similar to Raven, Logan's mistrust is derived from his status as both a mutant and a societal outcast, believing that trusting other people inevitably results in death and betrayal. The uneven partnership between Logan & Raven soon comes to a head when the latter's gang attempts to rob a high-security Federal Reserve bank, with Raven suddenly fleeing during the middle of the heist due to having allegedly sold out her gang to the police, who subsequently gun them all down. When the police surround Logan, however, it is revealed in a dramatic that he was actually the one who sold out the gang instead of Raven. Essentially, Logan concluded that Raven had been lying to and manipulating him the whole time, even though his only evidence to support this was the fact that Raven wasn't bribing the cops like she originally told him.

Although it's heavily implied that Raven was planning to eventually discard Logan after successfully manipulating him for her own ends, Aaron leaves the question of whether or not she was deliberately ambiguous as to be left to the reader's interpretation. This ambiguity effectively serves to establish a common ground between Wolverine & Mystique as rivals, demonstrating how the two characters are eerie reflections of each other from a morality perspective.

The flashbacks to Logan & Raven’s first encounter during the 1920s are juxtaposed against the two’ present-day chase in the Middle East, wherein Wolverine has taken Mystique’s most recent betrayal of the X-Men on a personal level since he views the team as both a family and a chance to atone for his past sins. As Wolverine & Mystique engage in their deadly game of cat-&-mouse, Aaron further establishes the dualistic relationship between the two. Both characters are mutants who have lived longer life spans due to their healing factors and have learned not to trust others through their experiences, often ending in betrayal or death. Despite these parallels, however, Aaron simultaneously emphasizes how Wolverine & Mystique are also very different from each other. While Logan acknowledges that he is flawed, he attempts to retreat from his inner demons, finding sanctuary with superhero teams like the X-Men since he feels that their cause allows him to become something better than himself. Conversely, Raven does not deny and even openly embraces her sinister nature, utilizing her shapeshifting abilities to manipulate, deceive, and murder others to survive and fulfill her own agendas.

The parallels between the two characters are made further apparent when Wolverine accuses Mystique of cowardice due to her repeatedly hiding behind & sacrificing the lives of innocent civilians simply to avoid a confrontation. These words deeply anger Mystique since she views Wolverine as a hypocrite who is too afraid to admit and come to terms with his past sins. This results in the chase culminating with Mystique stealing a U.S. military truck and deciding to fight Wolverine to the death in the Syrian Desert, completely naked (albeit appropriately shadowed).

On a surface level, Mystique stripping off her classic costume via shape-shifting leans into both fan service and duplicitous femme fatale tropes, as well as emulates the character's then-recent portrayal by supermodel & actress Rebecca Romijn in the live-action X-Men film trilogy. From a characterization and thematic perspective, however, Raven's decision to fight naked conveys the mutant terrorist's unashamed resolve & confidence. Despite being a shape-shifter who utilizes her powers to deceive others, Mystique is ironically honest & straightforward in her actions. She finds a sense of liberating power through her refusal to hide who and what she is, effectively accepting her status as the villain. This conviction is evident in Mystique’s words as she disrobes, stating to herself that Logan “doesn’t have the guts to face up to who he really is,” whereas she’s “not ashamed of anything [she’s] ever done. And [she’s] certainly got nothing to hide.”

Additionally, Raven's characterization in the Get Mystique arc heavily draws inspiration from her aforementioned live-action film counterpart. Essentially, Rebbeca Romjin's portrayal of Mystique as being in a constant state of undress highlights the mutant terrorist's unashamed pride in her identity & actions. This idea of Romjin's Mystique finding power through her sexually provocative appearance is supported by Nimona and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) creator N.D. Stevenson. During a 2015 interview with The Hub as part of their One Thing Leads to Another series, Stevenson discussed how as a trans-man assigned female at birth he admired Mystique’s confidence & fluidity growing up, emphasizing that “she couldn’t be trapped in a single form… she was so confident she didn’t even wear any clothes and I was transfixed… shapeshifters became a shorthand for the kind of power I wanted… to switch between any number of bodies in the blink of an eye while keeping my real self safe.”

While the queer-coding of Mystique's villainous behavior has the potential to lean into harmful stereotypes, this characterization has simultaneously resonated with individuals like Stevenson who view Mystique's status as an ostrascized yet unashamed antagonist to be transformative & liberating. to be Furthermore, Stevenson's words about Romjin's Mystique "keeping her real self safe" are reinforced by the films themselves. Most notably, during the scene from X2: X-Men United wherein Mystique responds to Nightcrawler’s question of why she refuses to use her power to disguise her true appearance with the answer, “Because we shouldn’t have to.”

In essence, the climatic & bloody showdown of Aaron's Get Mystique storyline effectively draws influence from Rebecca Romjin's live-action portrayal of the titular character. Mystique utilizes her naked body as a means of communicating her audacious refusal to disguise her true self, taking pride in her villainous deeds instead of denying them while simultaneously criticizing what she perceives as hypocrisy from Wolverine due to his similar past. When Raven questions Logan's motivation of simply wanting revenge for her betraying the X-Men multiple times over, arguing that Logan's anger over her most recent betrayal is instead derived from his desire to understand Raven's refusal to seek redemption through the team. This results in Raven ruthlessly tearing apart Logan's very identity as an X-Man since he too has berayed & killed for the sake of his own self-preservation. She boldly declares to Logan:

"I've used the X-Men whenever I've needed to, but they’ve never been my family. Much as you want it to be true, they’re not your family either. People like us don’t get to put down roots and play nice. I betray the X-Men because it’s in my nature, and someday, Logan, whether you want to admit it or not, you’ll do the same damn thing. You’ll turn your back on them because that’s who you are. Oh, don't act so offended, honey. After all, we both know you've done it before."

In addition to Mystique's words alluding to the 1921 Bank Heist wherein Logan sold both her and the rest of her gang out, this scene ultimately forces Logan to confront the come to terms with that he is ultimately no better than Mystique and is, therefore, just as undeserving of developing familial bonds.

While Mystique's aforementioned statements of "people like us" not having a family or "putting down roots" can be perceived as contradicting the previously established relationships with both her wife Destiny (aka, Irene Adler) and adopted daughter Rogue (Anna Marie LeBeau), they effectively underscore the inherent nihilism surrounding Raven's embracing of her villainous behavior. In addition to Destiny having been killed in battle several years prior (Destiny would not be resurrected until the modern Krakoa Era), during the Messiah CompleX event, Mystique deliberately shoots Rogue to subdue her when she outed herself as a traitor to the team. Rogue was already dying from the mysterious Strain 88 virus, which caused her mutant powers to go haywire and made skin-to-skin contact with other people instantly fatal. Adhering to the prophecies inscribed in the late Destiny's personal diaries, Mystique believed that both Mister Sinister’s resources and the infant Hope Summers (the first mutant baby since M-Day) were capable of curing Rogue. Mystique not only murdered Sinister by pressing his face against Rogue’s but also risked the baby’s life in the exact same manner in an attempt to heal her foster daughter. While Hope fortunately survived, Rogue was still deeply angered by Mystique's endangerment of the infant and effectively disowned her foster mother by attempting to kill Mystique with her touch (though she only renders Raven unconscious due to Hope's touch curing Rogue of Strain 88).

With both Mystique's wife dead and her foster daughter now wanting nothing to do with her, Aaron's Get Mystique storyline effectively builds upon the foundations of the self-destructive nature of Raven's actions by having her actively dismiss and demoralize Wolverine's familial bond with the X-Men. Aaron underscores how, despite Raven's audacious confidence her success is undermined by the belief that she is unworthy of both redemption & companionship. Subsequently, Raven's hatred of Wolverine is primarily derived from her envy towards the rest of world viewing Logan as a hero despite him having committed similar crimes to herself. While these motivating factors are subtextually inferred within the text of Get Mystique, they are made explicit in both Mike Carey & Michael Ryan's Kill or Cure backup story from the X-Men: Manifest Destiny miniseries, where Raven laments to Iceman in over Logan's words that "she'd die alone because she's lived alone, never [letting] anyone get close to her," as well as by Aaron himself along with artist Aaron Kuder in the pages of Avengers Forever (2023) #13, where an alternate-future version of Raven tells Logan that "somehow the world always serves [him] lemonade while [she's] left holding the lemons."

The portrayal of Mystique as a contradictory chameleon who is simultaneously honest & brazen in her duplicitous nature, as well as embittered about her status as an outcast even among fellow mutants, is what ultimately makes her such a well-rounded & nuanced character. Furthermore, it is these inherent contradictions in Mystique's ideology that Aaron uses as the basis for what ultimately distinguishes her from Wolverine: the hope and willingness to change. A sentiment that is best reflected through Logan's acknowledgment of his past sins after defeating Raven in the desert. In a deliberate parallel to Raven's earlier psychoanalysis of Logan's motivations during their fight, Aaron has Logan counter her denouncements against his character by stating:

"I'm not like you, Raven. I want you to die knowing that. I've made mistakes. Sure. God knows that I've made more than my fair share. And a lot of those involved somebody dying who shouldn't have. But I spend every moment of every day now trying to make up for those mistakes. You've just kept on making the same damn ones."

Although the Get Mystique arc concludes with Logan stating his desire to make amends for the sins of his past, Aaron still emphasizes Logan's present-day failings, which consequently negatively impact Logan's character throughout the rest of Aaron's run on Wolverine. Specifically, after Raven is mortally wounded during her battle with Logan, the latter leaves her to die alone in the desert with nothing but a pistol (in case she decides to take her own life), telling her to reflect on her life decisions while stressing that he now has a family in the form of the X-Men, whereas she's all alone due to the decisions she's made. This ending continues to be controversial with both readers & critics, who argued that Aaron's refusal to kill Mystique was emblematic of Marvel's inability to commit to permanently kill off its characters, as well as made Logan look hypocritical & unlikable for denying Raven the mercy blow.

Within the larger context of Aaron's Wolverine run as a collective whole, however, the author frames the controversial ending of Get Mystique as ultimately serving as the foundation his Logan's undoing. In addition to later issues revealing that Mystique somehow managed to survive her injuries, during the Wolverine Goes to Hell arc in particular Raven aligns herself with an organization known as the Red-Right Hand (a cult comprised of various individuals whose loved ones died by Logan’s hand) to get her revenge on Logan. This results in Raven luring Logan into a trap where the Red Right Hand banishes his soul to Hell, while his physical body is possessed by the demon known as "Hellverine." Immediately after assisting the Red Right Hand though, Raven ends up betraying the group when they inform her of their true plans for Logan's soul to eventually climb his way out of Hell and reclaim his body before attempting to get revenge on them, only to have him slaughter several of the organization's elite assassins who were secretly children that Logan had unknowingly fathered over the past century.

The group's plans turn out to be too horrible even by Mystique's standards. While Raven openly admits that she's not sorry for helping banish Logan’s soul to Hell, once again stating that "[he's] no better than [herself]," she still tries to warn him about the Red-Right Hand's true agenda out of respect for Logan's friendship with her then-deceased son Nightcrawler (who was briefly killed off during the X-Men: Second Coming event). In essence, Aaron demonstrates that despite Mystique being a remorseless & self-centered murderer, she's not a heartless monster who's completely lacking in empathy. Unfortunately, however, Logan ultimately ignores Raven's warnings & fatally cuts her down (Mystique was resurrected by The Hand ninja cult a few issues later in Aaron's run), resulting in Logan fulfilling the Red Right Hand's plan unknowingly killing his own kin in a futile effort for revenge, nearly breaking Logan's spirit in the process.

This brutal plot twist with the Red Right Hand further illustrates how, under Aaron's pen, Mystique functions as a multifaceted & nuanced individual. Despite leaning into her overtly villainous persona, Mystique sometimes possesses greater knowledge & wisdom than her heroic rival, Wolverine, specifically because she refuses to hide from her true self. Conversely, Aaron highlights how despite Logan's legitimate resolve to make amends for all of his his past sins, he still needs to gradually come to terms with and accept himself in order to truly change. It is this revelation that subsequently leads to Logan forming the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning in Aaron's Wolverine and the X-Men series, wherein Logan becomes a teacher dedicated to educating future generations of young mutants, as well as preventing them from suffering the same pain or making the same mistakes as him.

Overall, Jason Aaron's Wolverine: Get Mystique and subsequent storylines effectively forge a dualistic rivalry between Logan & Raven's Darkhölme that frames them as similar yet contrasting mirrors to each other. In a sense, one could argue that if Destiny is the person whom Mystique loves the most, then Wolverine is the person whom Mystique hates the most.

Honestly, the writing & storytelling of Jason Aaron is what helped elevate Mystique into becoming my favorite comic book supervillain of all-time! By portraying Logan & Raven as very similar yet different foils to each other, Aaron crafts a fierce & compelling rivalry that further informs both characters. From my perspective, Mystique serves as a far more interesting & nuanced arch-nemesis for Wolverine than even Sabretooth!

[fedoraspooky]

Do you remember your sycamore blog?

Yep, that wasn't all too long ago in the grand scheme of things. XD Started that one back in college, I believe. Hyperfixation's not really there anymore but like most past ones I remember them with fondness! He was very fun to write. (Technically I was RPing as Xerneas as well, since it was an AU blog where he was secretly Xerneas larping as a human. XD)

And of course there was also the offshoot Sharkamore AU, bc I'm a sucker for baleful polymorph and monster/lab experiment AUs and I am nothing if not horrendously predictable. .w.;;

Not gonna lie I miss the days tumblr rp was still a thing, I always wanted to make an ask blog for OCs but ask culture has really fallen off since then and idk if enough people would be interested in OC stuff to begin with. ;w;

[violetmuses]

Special Occasion - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Title: Special Occasion - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You capture Armando's interest one night. @nelo0wesker

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2024

Intelligence whispered that late Miami Police Captain Howard muddled with the cartel for years, but Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett would prove Cap’s innocence. Justice waited on several lines.

Three men joined this nightclub located downtown while the incident pulled headlines everywhere, on the run as fugitives.

“Wait a minute. Did Armando fuck one of the bartenders?” Detective Marcus Burnett questioned criminal Armando Aretas.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? That's actually none of your business.” Grilling Marcus for obvious reasons, Detective Mike Lowrey stood as Armando's biological father.

“Listen, Mike.” Marcus spoke with his longtime partner once more. “If Armando's the only person that can tell us who framed Cap, I should know whether or not he's a pimp or something. Look!”

Perched across the space, you're reunited with Armando Aretas and he's whispering, making you laugh for the first time in years. He's back.

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat, which veiled brown eyes. Dirty jeans covered both legs this time around and boots stepped along.

“He's networking. She's an informant now.” Mike continued defending the chemistry between you and Armando. Shadows lined up and you refused to walk away.

“Networking stopped five minutes ago. Now, he's sprung.” Marcus chuckled.

“Leave them alone.” Mike quickly warned his partner again.

_______

“Bye…” You planned to say goodbye after giving Aretas three new phones, but he stepped closer and smiled against your lips, finally kissing you.

“That was nice, but please take a shower.” You ran your fingers along his chin and noticed the slight beard.

“Only if you join me first.” Armando flirted, scoping your body up and down.

“Hurry up and get out of here.” You stopped playing around. “There's a bounty looming on your head.”

Armando left, but not without slapping your ass to exit.

[yandereloveraw]

Eyeless AJ x Creepypasta Reader/Y/N: Mouth Inspection

Cw: Suggestive. Contains mouth inspection and demon anatomy.

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"So—um, could I ask for a strange favor?"

AJ tilted their head curiously, providing you with their full attention as they answered, "Of course. What kind of favor?"

"Could I perhaps uh…see the inside of your mouth?"

Okay, that was definitely not what the half demon was expecting. Red and confused, they asked, "W—what? Why?"

"—It's just—I've never really seen your tongue and teeth before and I just wanted to look at them—!"

Looking perturbed as ever within their confusion, you panicked while trying to mediate for the unsavory reaction. Waving your arms back and forth, you spoke hurriedly. "I'm not making fun of you or anything! I promise!"

After that reassurance, AJ's expression changed to something less concerning, smiling softly with a flushed face. The half demon would always encourage you to satisfy your curiosity for anything involving anatomy. So as strange and…interesting as your request was, they were not going to turn down the opportunity to teach you something about themselves while getting some attention from you, even if it was from somewhere so–ahem–sensitive.

"AJ? Earth to AJ?"

"O—Of course, I dont mind." Perfect. What a smooth and timely mannered response, the demon chastised themselves.

Your smile had an immediate effect on your lover with those adorable curves to your cheeks, your curious self leaning oh so close to their face.

Following through with their statement, the demon opened their mouth, allowing for two black tentacle-like tongues to come out. They unfured like a carpet down a walkway. The tongues themselves were much longer than your own, hanging out at least five inches or so from your lover's mouth. Thick at the base from where they hung in AJ’s mouth, you followed along the length of them as they slimmed down towards their tips.

A top and bottom row of razor sharp teeth also greeted you. You were reminded of a shark when looking at them.

To say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. "Wow—!"

The demon answered the best they could with flushed cheeks. A warbled “yeah” was their response, causing their tongues to writhe ever so slightly.

"May I touch?," you asked politely.

AJ paused briefly before nodding slowly.

"Please be careful." Their words were garbled, but you still understood.

Trying to be thoughtful, you offered to come back. "Let me just go wash my hands—"

AJ stopped you with a hand to your arm. Their other hand dove into their hoodie pocket and came out with a pair of rubber gloves. You stifled a laugh. Count on your lover to always be prepared. After slipping the gloves onto your hands, you reached for one of the demon's tongues.

The black appendage wrapped itself around your fingers. A black substance similar to the one leaking from the demon's eyes beaded onto your glove. It was fascinating. You retrieved your hand to stroke one of AJ's many teeth, causing them to shudder. This continued until you spoke again.

"Is this all sensitive? Are you okay?"

They nodded as an answer to both questions. Having satisfied your curiosity, you retracted your hand from the demon's mouth. Their tongues retreated as they closed their maw. It was during this that an idea came to you.

"What would you say about using your mouth on me in the bedroom?," you purred seductively, causing AJ's already flushed face to become even more red.

[xboxhaslag69]

I have my banner set as the parental advisory logo but I don’t post nsfw (and I hope I won’t in the future) and I don’t swear all that much so……

Shit fuck ass piss balls