#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.

[lovexazrael]

Complementary to my favorite bara boy, here is also my dearest twink with low self-esteem issues

[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

[cakeinpants]

Next

Previous

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"...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..."

[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.” 

[violetmuses]

Halfcrazy - Jey Uso 💋

Fandom: WWE 

Character: Jey Uso

Love Interest: Female Reader

@mselenalovebug @episodes-ff @luvrsluxe 🏷

Part 2

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It wasn’t supposed to happen, but everything turned wild as you celebrated over the weekend. Your longtime friend Jey Uso won the Royal Rumble, making history. 

Cramming this hotel room, different people welcomed the late-night kickback once everyone safely returned from the venue and partied for hours, leaving you alone with Jey in the end. 

Sooner than later, you woke up in his arms as warm sunlight beamed from every single window this morning. 

“Baby?” His voice turned low and he subconsciously moved closer as your body tangled with his frame beneath the covers.

“Jey, what?” Your thoughts don’t turn away from him, but so many questions jumbled in your mind. You can’t even remember if someone found alcohol.  

Rustling blankets, Jey glanced toward you with another smile as gold illuminated his bottom teeth. 

“Morning.”  Weight grounded your chance to leave and Jey knew better, kissing you to start the day no matter what 

“Good morning.” You played his game back instead of running. There’s no other choice right now. 

Comfort returned as you smiled against his lips, almost teased the scruffing ends of his dark beard. 

Just as you recalled making love to him for the first time, knocking rattled against the suite’s main door. 

“Jey!” Jey’s twin brother Jimmy Uso called from the hallway out of nowhere. 

“Shit!” Despite laying naked, you hurried out of bed and scrambled to find your clothes, almost ignoring Jey to begin with. 

“Baby? Don’t leave!” Jey caught on without thinking twice, definitely forgoing the chance of Round Two. 

“I’m not getting in trouble with your brother.” You knew so much better than to start rumors behind the scenes despite making adult choices. “Even though Jimmy’s great, he doesn't know how to stay quiet.” 

“I know you’re scared, but…” Jey stepped closer, but you declined his genuine touch. 

“J, stop.” You shook your head toward Jey and gathered belongings, leaving before Jimmy could shout all over again. 

But when you entered the hallway and reached that elevator, you caught Jey taking this final look. 

You didn’t even catch the movement of his lips. 

“I love you.”

Once you vanished, Jey patted one side of athletic pants, remembering the velvet box. 

This diamond engagement ring tucked away from your eyes. 

[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

[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.

[shaggyskull]

Sweet as Candy

Underswap Sans x OC

Here’s a little snippet from the world of my fic where Blue wakes up to find MC in the kitchen.

~ 1385 words

(Skip the first few paragraphs if you want to avoid the angsty bits)

It had been one of those nights. The kind of night where every time she tried to welcome the black nothingness of sleep, her mind wandered far beyond this plane of existence and into that of her lost world, to the faces she thought about only in private moments when she knew she could lose herself for a bit. The faces this night had haunted her, twisting as their fingers snatched at her clothes and pulled her hair with the want, the loss, the responsibility, the shame they had for her; or rather, the want, the loss, the responsibility, and the shame she had for herself in regards to them. Em was haunted by the happiness she felt here, away from them. She knew she was a hypocrite for telling Pyre that she carried their dirt with her as if it was an admirable thing. A positive thing. A powerful thing. Though… she supposed it remained a powerful thing no matter which way one looked at it. Dirt has a lot of weight, especially when it’s suffocating you, and it had been one of those nights where the dirt was burying her alive.

Really it annoyed her more than anything.

It was beyond frustrating that she was still feeling these things. She was grieving. She got it. It sucked. It would be with her for the rest of her life and she knew that. But why? Why did it have to jump up on her like this when all she wanted to do was be rested enough to face the insanity of each day? Why did it hurt so much every time it did? Fine. Whatever. If it needed to be dealt with now, she’d deal with it… by doing something else. She obviously wasn’t tired enough to sleep, so why not be productive?

The thought of actually being productive had exhausted her further, so she had decided the next best thing would be to make candy. At least Rus and Pappy could benefit from her sleepless night.

Movement to her left drew her attention from the bubbling pot she was stirring in front of her.

“Good morning!” Blue tilted his skull, his sparkling eyelights sweeping across the cluttered counters in the kitchen to where the labors of her night rested.

“You’re up earl—” Em paused her music with one hand as she continued to stir, making a face when she noted the time.

His eyelights flicked back to her. “Another one of those nights?” Em gave a short hum in response. “Anything I can do to help?”

“You could take over stirring for a bit,” Em said with her own tilt of her head and a slight smile as she removed the headphones around her neck, somehow finding a spot for them on the counter. “I’m pretty sure my hand is going to fall off if I don’t take a break soon.”

“You got it!” he beamed, moving behind her to wash his hands and switch out his gloves for clean ones. Once finished, he sidled up next to her and gently took the spoon. “What are we making?”

Em smiled at the “we.” Everything they did together was a team effort; they were partners in almost every sense. She slid behind him so that he could be directly in front of the pot and she could rest her arms on his broad shoulders, placing her head to the right of his so that she could watch his motions and earning her a slight lean of Blue’s skull into hers. “We’re making candy. Caramel specifically, and it’s finicky at this stage so don’t stop stirring.”

“You can count on me, Starlight!” he chirped. He could tell just how exhausted she was by the way she was leaning almost her full weight into him, and he was basking in the sensation, aware of every point of contact; her temple against his skull, the way her hands and fingers rested against the back of his cervical vertebrae — some of them were slipping close to his junctions and he was grateful he hadn’t gotten dressed yet and donned his bandana — and how her arms sunk into his clavicle, the way her chest melted into his spine…

“I know.” Em smiled, closing her eyes. “How was your night?”

“Great!” It would have been better if we had spent it together. AMAZING. INCREDIBLE. PERFECT. I’m sure I could have taken your mind off of everything at the very least. “I’m ready and eager for another GREAT day!”

Em let out another hum, this one amused. “Remind me what we have on the docket for our great day?”

Blue appreciated the slight rumble that radiated from her chest. “Nothing that we can’t postpone.”

“I’d rather get it over with.” Em blinked her eyes open, thinking about how she’d have to wear a cool pack on her face to combat any visible side effects of yet another sleepless night. It wouldn’t do to have someone like her convey exhaustion when they were supposed to be selling bliss. Her heavy eyes drifted to the bowl of ice and water next to the stove. “Let’s check if it’s ready, drop a bit in that bowl over there?

He did as she asked and diligently returned to stirring. Em lamented the idea of moving with a huff before begrudgingly releasing the arm she was resting her chin on to drift a hand over to the bowl and form a small ball out of the caramel. It felt about ready. She allowed the excess water to drip from it before bringing it close.“Wanna taste?

STARS yes. Blue replied by parting his teeth, allowing Em to pop the caramel into his mouth, his pseudo-lips closing around her fingers for a moment before she withdrew them. He hummed at their absence, making a face.

“Not good?” Em cocked her head.

“I’m not sure… I think I might need another taste.” A slight grin slowly started to spread.

Another huff left her as her face mirrored his. “If you’re willing to try it again despite it being straight sugar, I think that means it’s great.” She eased herself away from him to wipe her hands and turn off the burner, missing the way Blue’s eyelights trailed her as she retrieved yet another dish to fill.

“I WOULD ask if you were planning on opening a candy shop, but that would be an IMPOSSIBLE feat if you’re planning on starting it in the same house as Rus and my brother.”

“Oh, that would make for a fun series, wouldn’t it?” Em’s smile became lopsided. “‘Blue and Em Bake While Trying to Fend Off a Baked Guy and His Not-Baked Accomplice’?” Her eyes narrowed. “Hm. No… that’s too wordy...”

“I KNOW!” Blue beamed in good humor. “How about, ‘Making Treats With Monsters, But the Taste-Testers are Testing Our Last Nerves!’?”

“I’d click on it.” Em chuckled with a shake of her head that ended in a grimace. Here comes the headache.

Blue rested his free hand on her arm with a gentle squeeze. “Let’s hurry and finish this up so we can go rest for a bit.”

Em shot a pointed look at the nightwear he was still wearing — a cerulean long-sleeve top that pulled tight over his shoulders and thick arms in the same way that all his shirts did, paired with starry pajama bottoms. “You just got up. Don’t you want to work out before our great day really starts?”

“Sometimes the most important part of a workout is giving yourself a rest so you don’t hurt yourself.” The back of his phalanges grazed her jaw before he tapped her nose with a “Boop!” in an effort to break his own tension and retrieved his hand to put on his hip. “Besides!” His eyelights flicked from the pot back to her. “The workout you just gave me was plenty! Almost as rigorous as one of Pyre’s drills!” He winked.

Em sighed in defeat, knowing that if Blue was around, there was a chance she might actually fall asleep. Her head drifted back to his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her middle, eyes falling shut once again. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Blue’s skull turned to nuzzle her temple. “I’m the lucky one.”

[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!

[nabaath-areng]

“... Were it to be discovered that I am sheltering a wanted fugitive under my clans banner, the sole heir of the infamous enemy clan no less…” the lord says as he swirls the sake in the cup, “I should not need to explain the risks that come with being implicated as a participant in the tragic downfall of the Yokoyama clan.”

“Indeed, I know full well how much is at stake with you supporting me," Miyabi says, "and once again I know not how I could ever repay you for your boundless generosity." A shaky breath— "However…”

“If it is coin you seek, I am afraid I must disappoint,” Miyabi says, suddenly wondering if he’s actually bitten off more than he can chew after all. The mission to retrieve the sword he could do and did… But money? Surely the lord must know that any potential wealth to speak of burned down along with his past on that gruesome night. The lord, to Miyabi's surprise, only barks out a laugh.

“You are wise beyond your years, enough so that I forget how young a man you actually are at times,” the lord says, and the grin his lips curve into is downright searing, “I understand however that there are things that your current circumstances have prevented you from learning.” Indeed, simply being an heir does not lend you the skill, nor the knowledge that is required to prevail in the noble world. Particularly not when everything that was promised, title included, all get razed to the ground before you could inherit any of it. He knew all this, and yet Miyabi sought this man out. His father is in all likelihood cursing his name right now, down in whatever hell Miyabi sent him to... but until his own time is up and he joins both him and mother down there, he can only do whatever it takes to survive... Including seeking shelter under his late fathers' nemesis in life, and spending the quiet eve inside his private quarters to share more than just drinks.

"I apologize for my ignorance," Miyabi says, "...as well as for my disrespect, for I would ask for your guidance and wisdom." Once more, the lord laughs. It's a more than pleasant sound, and Miyabi distantly recalls hearing rumours about his lordship never wanting for company throughout his younger years, all thanks to the man's effortless charm as well as quick wit and intellect. Like every other whisper shared between the adults back then, it was never something Miyabi was meant to hear, this he knows. But it's certainly not hard to believe it, now that the man in question is right there before him, in the very flesh. Kami knows Miyabi would never dare to presume this to mean they are equals... his is an existence that is most inauspicious, as it turns out. However, there is no denying the fluttering in his chest when the lord moves to slowly leans forward, inching closer as if he is nothing more than prey being backed into a corner.

“My dearest Miyabi…" the lord says, "As the head of my clan for just about 20 years, believe me when I tell you that far from all business agreements are settled with simple things such as goods, or even currency. Indeed, most people can be persuaded to do whatever should you wish them to, so long as you offer them that one thing they couldn’t possibly refuse in that particular moment.” His voice has lowered, not quite a whisper, but enough to make Miyabi feel as if he is being imparted something truly profound and special. As if he is special, and that he is being trusted over anyone else there is to trust. He, the murderous son. He, the only one aware of the truth, and the sole being left to remember there was ever a world with Ako in it. And yet this man looks directly at him, with not a single trace of neither disgust nor fear. He has leaned even closer in fact, radiating warmth from both body and soul, and however could one possibly hope to repay such kindness? Eyes meet once more, Miyabi can't recall having averted his in the first place, and suddenly it's as if he's struggling to breathe.

“Think, Miyabi… I know that you’re much smarter than your late father ever were. Surely you can come up with something else with which to repay my generosity?” It is now the lord’s eyes that drift off, away from Miyabi’s face and down lower to his body. His robes have begun to open by the collar after their long night of drinks and conversation, in a futile attempt to stave off the heat which stubbornly clings to him. The display is undoubtedly too inappropriate for any decent company—

Ah. Never let it be said that Miyabi is anything but adaptable to any and all circumstances. “… Perhaps I do,” he says, tugging lightly at the robe to reveal hints of his own chest. A small test of sorts, to gauge the reception of his audience, and he decides to try and top the show off with a coy tilt of the head, along a cautious gaze through downcast lashes.

The wolfish grin he receives in response confirms that Miyabi picked the right choice. He’s not entirely inexperienced, not by any means... but it has been a while, and he's under no illusion that he will be able to compare to his lordship's previous conquests. But those eyes... Miyabi can feel them as they trace languid paths all over where skin is exposed. The rustling fabric from the robe he now lets slide down his shoulders feel louder in his ears than even his own heartbeat, He cannot hold back the gasp that leaves his lips when his waist gets grabbed by two big, strong hands. Never before have Miyabi felt as small as he does right now in this moment, nor has he ever been this maddened by want and desire as strong as this. When was the last time anyone touched him? Though what does it matter what once was, now that he's seated so comfortably in his lordship's lap? He preens, for the proof of his lordship's approval presses firmly against his rear through multiple layers of fabric Miyabi cannot wait to be rid of. It's easy to fall into the performance when you have an audience following your every move with so blatant a hunger. Any and all worry that was still lingering in Miyabi's mind all but completely evaporate, like mist that rise from the surface of a calm mountain lake during early summer morning. Surely he’ll figure out how to best perform as he go, he decides. Cautiously his hands meet both skin and scale, and while his fingers trace over those strong shoulders and the scales there, so does he simultaneously relieve the lord of his robe too, shuddering from the anticipation of what's soon to come.

Miyabi leans in as if for a kiss... but stops just shy of their lips meeting, and he never knew such a small act could boost one's confidence so. “Allow me to express my utmost gratitude," he whispers, and now there is truly no turning back. The lord laughs darkly. "Clever little thing, aren't you? Show me, then. Show this lord how grateful you are." Time speeds up after that. The only thing Miyabi hears before his face is grabbed for rough, deep kisses that steal his breath away is his lord muttering under his heaving breath.

"A damned minx is what you are, boy." Miyabi prays that this night will leave them no time for actual sleep.

[missmeltycat]

The SFC - Shopping For Margaret

Summary:

ONESHOT Based on the Starscream Family Chronicles fandom. (SFC) Starscream and his wife-unit Rachel have to do some shopping for her Grandmother.

OLD WORK - 2 decades

AGE WARNING: Suggestive themes

Megatron was busy thinking up plans for the next attack on the Autobots. His mind whirred noisily, causing him to scratch at his chin.

"Kreeekkreekkreek".

The hollow metal sound echoed through the corridors and into an adjoining room where the three Seekers, Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp, were all sat. Thundercracker and Skywarp were busy playing a game of Senet when the noise violently interrupted them.

"Oho! Megatron is thinking to himself again", exclaimed Skywarp with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah. Thats never a good thing..." Thundercracker tossed down the game piece he had in his hand in frustration. He didn't like it when his concentration was broken.

"Kreeekkreekkreek".

Suddenly, Megatron let out an unusually loud gasp, which was soon acknowledged by Starscream in the same manner. But, by the time the two other Seekers had realized what was going on, Megatron was already bombing his way into the room and collided with Starscream who had the same idea.

"KLANK - THUD"

"You blundering bolt bucket!"

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"CURSE YOU STARSCREAM!"

Thundercracker and Skywarp chuckled to themselves and exchanged knowing glances. They simply loved watching the two argue, as it almost always came to blows... And as everybody knows, a fight is something not to be missed!

"Curse me? It was YOU who wasn't looking where you were going!"

Megatron just stood up and glared at the wing commander with a look of distain, before brushing the dirt from his housing.

"What were you both running to each other for anyway", asked Thundercracker tilting his head in puzzlement.

"Hehe, they probably realized at the same moment just how much they looooved each other", cackled Skywarp, before clasping his hands together and making a kissy face at them both, "They probably wanted to go make out in the med bay."

"Thats DISGUSTING", shouted Starscream and Megatron at exactly the same time as each other, their faces twisting with sheer repulsion.

"See", pouted Skywarp, "They are SO intune with each other."

"I am going to ignore those comments and pretend you never even opened your mouth, Skywarp", growled Megatron. It seemed he was already rattled about something and he was in no mood to be taking any lip from him.

"So, whats the problem then, Megatron?" Thundercracker thought it was best to get the question out as soon as possible before his 'brother' could have another dig and, of course, get his face blown off.

"Shopping! Shopping is the problem", shrieked Starscream, "I... I think I feel faint! Ohh! My processors are fluttering! Ooohhh!"

"Oh no you don't", Megatron grabbed him by the wing before he could pretend to pass out, "I'm not doing THAT job again."

"Oh, but Megatroooon!"

"NO BUTS! You shouldn't have married a human if you didn't want yourself a grandmother-in-law, should you?"

Much whining ensued, followed by a deep frown.

"Whats the matter Starscream? Come along now! Go shop for your granny, like a good boy", cackled Skywarp almost rolling backwards with laughter.

Starscream switched his grimace from Megatron to Skywarp. He would not be mocked, especially by him and certainly NOT on this most torturous of days. But, before he could even think of retaliation, Rachel dashed in. "ARGH! Honey! WE GOTTA GO SHOP FOR NAN!"

"I think I definately feel faint...!"

Megatron caught him yet again before he could plop onto the ground.

"Is he ok", asked Rachel with an eyebrow raised. The question was met by melodramatic moans and groans from her metallic husband. "OOH the pain... OOOHH the agony! OHHHH!"

"Oh, sweetheart! Whats the matter!?"

Starscream was finally successful in crumping to the ground after Megatron has released his grip on his wing. Partly due to frustration and partly because he wanted to escape before being roped into going shopping in his stead. He knew Starscream was tricky enough to get away with it. He knew that for a fact, by Primus!

"I... I can see a liiight!"

"Oh dear... Oh, you mustn't go if you aren't functioning correctly", exclaimed Rachel rushing to his side and patting his leg.

"Jammy little fu..." Skywarp was rudely interrupted by Thundercracker who violently thrust his elbow into his side. "Ow!"

"OK... If I must", his voice oozed of fake weakness, "Are you sure you can manage!?" He peered at his human wife with half open optics and coughed to add to his performance.

"Don't be so noble, you fool", laughed Rachel, "Of course we will manage."

"We", asked Thundercracker, Skywarp and Megatron (Who was busy escaping through the door at the time) in unison.

"Yes. We will be fine... Won't we daddy!?"

Megatron cursed to himself, before turning around with a fake smile on his face. "Yes! Yes of course we will!" He then gritted his teeth before speaking again. "You just take it easy Starscream. Take it easy and when I get back I will make sure you are feeling much worse!"

Rachel shot her stepfather a puzzled look.

"I MEAN... Better... Make sure you are feeling much 'better'."

Smiling, Rachel got up, blew her winged husband a kiss and exited the room with Megatron in toe. But, before he exited the room himself, he waved his fist just to be sure Starscream knew what was in store for him when he returned.

"Hahaa! I'm so great!" Starscream leaped to his feet and brushed himself down.

"Are you sure its worth it", asked Thundercracker, actually in awe that he had gotten away with it.

"Yeah, I mean... Megatron will kick your tail fin for this when he gets back." Skywarp was wearing a look of terror at the thought of what he might do to him.

"Boys, boys, boys... You have much to learn", sneered Starscream striking a pose.

"YES! AND SO DO YOU", roared a voice from behind, causing him to spin round instantaneously. It was Rachel. "You have MUCH to learn yourself!" She stomped her way over to him and kicked his shin.

"OW!"

"DID YOU THINK I WAS STUPID!?"

"Er... er..."

"Did you honestly think I was going to believe all that crap!?"

"Er...Well..." Starscream twiddled his thumbs nervously.

"You may be good, Starscream, but you are not THAT good."

Megatron was stood off to one side leaning on a door frame, a sly grin on his face. Normally, it would be him doing all the shouting. If he was totally honest, it was a nice change to see someone else give the treacherous rat a good roasting for a change. It was kind of like Christmas, whatever that was...

"But, Hummingbird! I..."

"Don't you 'Hummingbird' me, Mr! Now, you march your big metal butt out those doors and take me to the store, or so help me!" She emphasized her words by clenching her fist and waving it upwards at him. Starscream winced at the thought of what threat she would throw at him. Surely nothing could be as bad as having to shop for her Grandmother... Could it?

"NO SEX FOR A MONTH!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He raced out the doors as quickly as he could, almost tripping up as he went.

"I've never seen him move so fast", winked Skywarp to Thundercracker.

"Nice job, nice job", nodded Thundercracker to Rachel, who was busy straightening her shirt.

"Phew. That felt good."

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At the store, Rachel and Starscream had met up with Rachel's mother Julie and her husband... Optimus Prime. After Starscream and Prime had exchanged glares, they all set about shopping. Optimus and Starscream attempted to avoid the dangling signs as best as they could.

"Right, what does she want", sighed Julie as she opened the list, "Oh god. I can't be bothered to do this. I really can't."

Margaret (Rachel's Grandmother and Juile's Mother) had a tendency to make everyones life a living hell when it came to shopping. Well, in general really, but that was besides the point. She would make a list of what she wanted (A list with such bad spelling that everyone needed an hour just to translate it) and expect everything to be in stock. Woe betide anyone who brought back substitutes or return without said items. Shopping for her was much like watching re-runs of Friends, quite frankly. A long arduous process that is not only boring, but also, at times, physically painful.

"Potatoes", said Julie pointing to the vegetable section, "She wants three potatoes..."

"We'll get them." Rachel rolled her eyes and walked over to the potato bins, Starscream following close behind. After detangling himself from the aisle sign, he grabbed a bag and picked up three potatoes.

"No no no", exclaimed Rachel.

"What?"

"She doesn't have THAT type."

Starscream put the potatoes back and pointed to the next bin along. "These?"

"Yes."

He picked three up and was just about to put them in the bag when Rachel stopped his hand and peered at the spuds.

"No no no... They aren't right!"

"What now!?"

"She doesn't like them that big... Get smaller ones."

Sighing, he put them back and picked out three smaller ones, but was yet again stopped from putting them in the bag.

"No no no!"

"Argh, what!?"

"They are covered in roots and eyes! She'll never eat them!"

"I think I really am going to faint..."

Rachel looked up at the frustrated Decepticon with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry, toots. I know its annoying..."

"I don't get you humans. Why are you such fussy creatures!?"

"Hey. I hope you are only talking about her and not me."

"Of course, Hummingbird."

"Thats good then... I was about to clip your audio receptor."

Starscream smiled down at his 'Wife-Unit', before grabbing three more potatoes.

"Look! They are the right type, they aren't too big and they don't have knobbly bits on them!"

"Good job, Hot-Wings."

His smile grew wider at the mention of one of his pet names, so he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"These potatoes don't have knobbly bits, but I know what will do if you carry on talking like that."

"STARSCREAM!" Rachel gasped and playfully slapped him on the arm. "Not in the store!"

He laughed at how red she was going and tilted his head. "Whats the matter Hummingbird? Don't you want to brighten up the lives of these dull flesh creatures?"

"OH MY GOD! We are NOT having this conversation!" She giggled and turned redder.

Suddenly, Optimus marched his way over. It seemed that he had heard her exclamation over at the magazine aisle where he and Julie were stood.

"Is he bothering you?"

"No, Optimus... Its fine."

"Then why are you all red? He hasn't hit you has he?"

Rachel laughed and attempted to hide her face with her hands. "No! Haha!"

Starscream was busy frowning at the intrusion. He couldn't believe that he had managed to somehow become related to both Megatron AND Optimus by simply falling for a human.

"We are fine, Floptimus. Go back to your Wife-Unit and read some girly magazines!"

Optimus just sighed at the insult and turned his attention back to his step-daughter. "Are you sure everything is fine?"

"Yes. Fine. Everything is fine..."

Satisfied, he turned round and headed back to the magazines.

Starscream blew a raspberry at him and made faces, before turning his attention back to Rachel.

"You have two awful, awful step-fathers. HOW DO YOU COPE!?"

"Haha! I have no idea, Hot-Wings... I really don't."

"Ack!"

"Whats wrong?" Rachel moved closer, as Starscream was doubled over.

"Ngh!"

She moved closer and closer until he raised his head and stared at her straight in the eyes.

"What is it whats wrong!?"

"Knobbly bits, Hummingbird."

"OH MY GOD! NOT HERE! NOT NOW!"

"I can't help it! You shouldn't keep calling me Hot-Wings! It REALLY pushes my buttons!"

"You aren't Soundwave you know... You don't have crotch buttons!"

"But, still!" He winced a little more.

"Well... How bad is it?"

"Hnn?"

"You know", Rachel gestured in an awkward manner, "How... bad... is 'it'?"

"Well, lets just say... The factory is open for business!"

"Oh lordy!" Rachel clasped her hands to her mouth. "What are we going to do?!"

"Well, I COULD say..."

"Starscream! This is serious!"

"I know! I know! I'm the one who HAS the problem!"

"Go into the gents until your... I can't believe I'm going to say this... 'Factory' closes."

"HOW!?" Starscream pointed to the entrance to the gents. It was very, very small and he was very very big.

"Damn! Well, I dunno. Er..." Rachel flailed around in panic. "Can't you... Go outside and find a quiet spot?"

"Or we could BOTH go outside and find a quiet spot, hehe."

"Oh lordy... You do pick your times."

"Hey, its not my fault, ok!?"

"Yes it is! You should have stronger will power!"

"Around you!? Impossible!"

Rachel put her hands on her hips and frowned at her flustered husband.

"OK! Alright. Lets go... But, we have to hurry! Mom still needs help with the shopping."

With that the two dashed out the store as quickly as they could.

Optimus and Julie had reached the shampoo and soap aisle and were busy trying to find the specific shampoo that Margaret wanted.

"Is this it?" Optimus handed Julie a bottle.

"Nope."

"But, it says 'Extra Sensitive Formula' on it like she wanted."

"I know, but thats not it."

"Well, how many of this brand could possibly have this written on it?"

"Oh, you don't want to know... You really don't..."

"I'm just glad I don't have hair!"

Julie turned round and pouted at Optimus. "Lucky you."

"All I have to do is run myself through a car wash."

"I hope you mean a mechanical car wash and not one of those hand washes by pretty girls in bikinis!"

"Of course I do! Those car washes are more Jazz's thing."

Julie let out a sigh of relief before grabbing the correct shampoo and dumping it unceremoniously into the trolley.

"Wait a minute", exclaimed Optimus, "Thats the one I just showed you!"

"I know... I'm sorry."

The two then headed for the milk, the tins, the bread and then the frozen foods.

"Where are those two anyway", asked Julie reaching in the freezer for some baby sprouts, "They are SUPPOSED to be helping us."

"I don't know. Do you want me to go look for them?"

"Well, 'HE' isn't exactly hard to miss is he? And I can't see him anywhere. Which means they aren't in the store."

"Where could they be?"

Julie just shrugged and continued to shop. They came to the tea and coffee aisle. A certain type of coffee was needed, but it was too high on the shelf for Julie to reach. Optimus was kind enough to reach up and get it for her, but nearly sent the shelf toppling in the process.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Suddenly, the air was ringing with the sound of screams. A woman had rounded the corner and was obviously from out of town, since she was stood, mouth gaping, screaming her lungs out at the sight of Optimus.

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"

"Its ok its ok! I'm not going to hurt you! Please stop screaming!"

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The woman ran out the door as fast as she could, only to find Starscream and Rachel crawling out a near by bush. It was not her day.

After much mass hysteria from said woman, Starscream and Rachel, who looked rather messy, entered the store again and met up with Julie and Optimus at the checkouts.

"And where have you two been!?" Julie raised an eyebrow.

"Er... We, er", stuttered Rachel as she removed a twig from her hair.

Starscream just stood there with a besotted smile on his face, a leaf hanging from his nose, as if he was completely oblivious to his surroundings.

"Not again", exclaimed Optimus slapping his hand to his head.

"Errryeah. Again. Hehe."

"Well, we are all finished here", sighed Julie, "And since you didn't help us with the shopping, you can both take it round her house! HAH! How do you like them apples!?"

"What!? Aw Mom!"

Starscream was still oblivious. He had no idea what task he was going to have to undertake. He was suddenly woken from his daze by Julie, who handed him the shopping bags.

"Here! And make sure she gets her change!"

She handed him her change, before walking out the store with Optimus, both laughing as they went.

"Make sure who... Wh-wha?"

"We are going to Nans. We have to take her shopping round since we never helped out."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Yeeees. You can blame your crotch for that. Now, lets get it out the way."

"Lousy crotch..."

A woman was walking by at the same time as he was cursing at his lower region and gave a worried frown.

After Starscream had frowned back, the two exited the store and flew off to Margarets place. Starscream landed in the near by field and Rachel took the shopping out his cockpit. Reaching the door, she gave a slight knock, which was answered by a loud "ITS OPEN".

"Only us", called Rachel entering the small bungalow.

"Only who?"

"Rachel and Starscream."

"Oh... Your Mom not here then?"

"No, shes, er... Shes..." Rachel couldn't think of a good excuse. Plus, there WAS the fact that she didn't like to lie. Thankfully for her, Starscream was on the case. "SHES NOT FEELING WELL!" Margaret peered out the back door at the wing commander.

"Well, I hope you got everything right this time!"

Rachel was just about to say that it was her mother that did the shopping, when she realized that it would stuff things up. After all, she was 'not feeling very well' and there would be questions like; "Why did she shop if she wasn't well" and so forth.

"Yes. I'm sure that its all fine."

Rachel passed her the bags and noticed the lack of potatoes.

"Uh oh..." She leaned out the door. "Starscream, where are the spuds!?" Her voice was low enough for her Grandmother not to hear.

"Er..." Starscream searched his person and eventually found them... Stuck to his butt and looking a little worse for wear. "Uhm... They are... Here." He held them out for Rachel to take.

"She can't have those! Look at them!"

"Just shove them into her veg drawer as quick as you can! She won't notice!"

"She will when she eats them..."

So, she dumped them in the drawer and turned her attention back to Margaret, who was busy eyeing the bottle of shampoo with suspicion.

"This isn't the right shampoo! I wanted the Extra Sensitive one! Its called Extra Sensitive, thats what its called!"

"That says Extra Sensitive on it!"

"Well, its not the right one."

Rachel sighed and took the change off of Starscream. "Heres your change..."

"Hmph! Only that!? You might as well keep it. The other shop is MUCH cheaper. I don't know why you don't shop there."

"Because, its crap and totally out of the way?"

"Hnn, ok."

"Anyway, we have to go... Starscream needs his, er... His, er..."

Starscream interrupted. "My big great metal butt spanked!"

"STARSCREAM SHUSHHHH!"

"Y'what", asked Margaret, who had thankfully not heard his outburst.

"Nothing. Anyway. Gotta go! Bye!"

Rachel ran out, waved her fist at Starscream and ran down the path.

"What", asked Starscream catching up.

"You know what..."

"No, what!?"

"You! Saying that in front of her!? What would you have done if she had have heard you!?"

"Er... Laughed?"

"You naughty boy."

"Better believe it!" Starscream took hold of her and took off heading for home.

"Now... How about that spanking?"

"STARSCREAM!"

[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.

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“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.