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dolceaspidenera · 3 months

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Vesuvia Weekly: Apprentice and LI Dynamics

Decided to throw my hat in since I came up with so much material in my head about my apprentice, Venere, and then realized I never posted anything, poor girl has been sitting on the bench for so long like “Am I a joke to you?”

@iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia Thank you for coming up with these prompts, I had fun doing this!

(I also mixed a bit of poetry in these hcs because I love it so much. Unfortunately, I suck at it, so don't mind too much of what I call my wordy farts)

VENERE x JULIAN – In a nutshell? The overly flirty, bisexual disaster that we all know meets a very practical and unimpressed girl (also, tall lanky man x small menace). What could go wrong?

A whirlwind. She’s swept away by it. Masks and play, it’s easier that way. A feverish dance, a push and pull, like sea waves. Backtracking, pacing, restlessness. The mind never stops and thinks and thinks and thinks. Where do you see value? You should leave but you are under my skin. Chasing shadows, facing gallows He can only be a martyr, the guilt takes its toll as the bell tolls The rope is made of faults and the executioner is called love. Now there are more hurts, and another love turns into flaming anger. How can she make him see? Gentleness, understanding, calm. We are in this together. Always.

Julian enters her life like a hurricane and turns it upside down. She is swept off her feet by his energy, but she is also sharp enough to see through him.

They have a rocky start. Julian is kind of intimidated, kind of intrigued, obviously his answer is to double down on the flirting.

Venere is… You guessed it: unimpressed. Don’t be fooled though, she is actually quite charmed, she likes Julian, but she needs her time to feel comfortable around new people. In the meantime, she has one of the biggest resting bitch faces ever.

Most of their early interactions involve Julian aggressively flirting and Venere blushing internally while exteriorly maintaining a deadpan expression.

Julian inevitably starts to question everything; does she find him so ugly? Does she find him annoying? Should he hide in the hole and never come up again? The poor man doesn’t know what to do.

Once they clear the air and Venere feels more comfortable, is when her true character starts to shine. She is passionate and has a fiery temper, which is good most of the time, but also means she tends to react with anger to upsetting situations. Julian is much better and practiced at controlling his anger and is a good counterweight to Venere.

This is also when the table turns and Venere starts shamelessly flirting with Julian. The poor doctor is a blushing mess.

She is ready to give him an earful whenever he is acting foolish, and she is not afraid of calling him out on his bullshit, but she also learns to be very patient with him. She is determined to make him understand that he is loved, and she is always there to remind him of what an incredible, beautiful man he is.

He teases her about her magic jargon, calling it her whimsical gibberish, she teases him for his medical fancy terms and most of all his unreadable writing.

When it comes to their respective work fields, they had to learn to communicate effectively; Julian is more comfortable with tangible and concrete things, while Venere tends to think in more abstract ways. Over time they learned to come together and communicate clearly.

They are actually a very good team. Venere is trying to implement Julian’s extensive knowledge of medicine with her magic, making medicines more effective and trying to come up with spells that can accelerate the healing process.

She is much more introverted than him, so she is always happy to let him handle social situations and let her full glorious resting bitch face shine while he charms his way out.

Their differences in social battery also mean that Venere needs her moments of solitude to recharge. The first few times it happened Julian panicked; was it something he said? After a much-needed conversation, he understands. Now, when she needs time alone, he goes to the Rowdy Raven or stops by to see Portia and Mazelinka.

Venere loves singing and dancing and Julian often accompanies her with his vielle. There's always music in their home.

After a period of travel, they settle down in Vesuvia and adopt a dog. Venere takes over her magic shop and Julian opens his clinic.

Their favourite moment is in the evening when, after a day of work, it’s finally time for a long, relaxing cuddle session. Julian wraps his arms around Venere and gives her one of his all-encompassing hugs and they snuggle on the sofa. They always say they’ll go to bed early but end up falling asleep like this.

RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHER CHARACTERS:

ASRA

Complicated. Abandonment. Hurt. Mistakes. Easier to run, easier to avoid. She doesn’t understand. He doesn’t know how to explain. The past is a heavy burden of memories forgotten and others that would have been best to let rest. Only a half of what once was whole, but what has been broken cannot be repaired, you learn to live with what remains. You learn to live again.

Her relationship with Asra is very complicated.

There were a lot of hurt and misunderstandings. He kept disappearing without explanation and she never understood.

But the truth runs way, way deeper.

After everything is out in the open, they have many conversations.

After clearing up everything they share one of those incredibly rare and deep friendships.

They are family. They will always be there for each other and always root for each other happiness.

NADIA

Loneliness. The princess is trapped at the top of the tower, but the dragon is in her head, the dragon is everywhere around her. Judging eyes, power struggles, impossible expectations, who can you trust? Elegance, perfectionism, strength, intuition. She is many things, but most of all she is Nadia. Most of all, she needs someone to see it.

Nadia is… Well, she is Nadia! She is awesome!

Venere’s first impression was of someone very lonely. Although a bit intimidated, she took a liking to her very quickly.

In time, they cultivate a very profound friendship.

They chat about magic, and Venere always knows who to ask for fashion tips.

Most of all she knows who to turn to when she needs sound advice.

She has deep admiration for Nadia, she doesn’t know how someone can always look so perfect and in control and make appear so easy everything she does. But she is also there to remind Nadia that it’s okay to slip occasionally, and letting go sometimes feels good!

MURIEL

Gentle, coy, reserved. Violent scars on a delicate soul. Does a tree make noise when it falls in the forest? It’s easier to forget but if everyone forgets, were you even ever there? Long silences can become deafening in loneliness. And yet, when you start to listen you realize there is so much more life around you. Small details you usually don’t catch. It’s always in the details.

Muriel and Venere have one of those friendships that don’t require many words. They are content to spend time together, enjoying each other company in a relaxed silence.

When Venere needs some reprieve, she knows she can accompany Muriel on his walks around the forest and she loves being immersed in nature.

Venere adores Inanna, she gives the best belly rubs to the best of girls.

They spend time enjoying the quiet of Muriel’s hut and he allows her to feed the chickens! One of Venere’s favourite activities.

If someone bothers Muriel, despite Venere being much, much smaller than him, she is the one to fly into a rage and put the offender in their place. Has anyone never told them not to provoke a magician?

Venere often comes to visit him and brings him lots of baked goods to taste. She is still learning to cook decently, so not everything comes out exactly as intended. He still eats everything without batting an eye, probably to be polite.

PORTIA

Bubbly energy. Movement, flow, a tidal wave. Hunger for adventure, but she is always left behind. There is worth in the work you do but sometimes the work becomes all you are worth. There is more under the surface, you are allowed to slow down. You always have value.

Portia is Venere’s adopted little sister. She loves her energy and positivity and is always happy to pass the ball when Julian needs a good kick in the shin.

They have a book club now. They take it very seriously and religiously make time each week to sit down together to discuss stories and characters.

To the delight of Julian, Venere teaches her magic. He has a small panic attack when she accidentally sets a tree on fire. Luckily, Portia is an eager student and recovers very quickly without further fiery incidents.

In return, Portia tries to teach Venere to bake, with varying degrees of success. She is trying, okay? Luckily, most of her culinary experiments are still appreciated by Julian, Asra and Muriel.

When Portia feels like going on an adventure, she always knows who to call for.

LUCIO

Cold metal spikes all around. Hurt others before they can hurt him. Mistakes, regrets, there’s much to learn. Pride is always the mask shame wears, covering itself with sparkly meaningless.

Let’s say that she doesn’t take well of Lucio hurting her loved ones. When she discovers what he did to Julian she is furious.

In an alternative universe, she would be more than happy to be his friend. She believes in second chances and respects his willingness to be better.

Lucio ends up relying a lot on her when he makes an “Opsie” and needs someone to help him fix it.

With time, he gets better at handling his mistakes and learns how powerful accountability can be.

She isn’t one for big parties, but the rare times she needs some tips on the subject she can always count on Lucio.

When she needs to let out some steam, she knows he is the guy to go to. He has always a good monster on the list ready to chase, or some other adventure to go, Portia can come too!

#Definitely not my highest writing moment but I had fun and that's the point - no?#vesuvia weekly #MC/LI dynamics #the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #ilya devorak #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #OC: Venere #the arcana headcanons #my wordy farts #my writing

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artzychic27 · 2 years

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fun fact about everyone in Scarlet Beetle au?

Kim:

Some self esteem problems (Intelligence-related) But he’s getting better thanks to Tikki, Max, and Ikati Black

Will do anyone’s hair if they ask

Keeps closet stocked on hair gel

Has been best friends with Marinette and Nino since forever, and became friends with Max when they were nine and he beat up his bully

Always in the middle of the group cuddle pile

Likes to model Marinette’s clothes

Wears eyeliner because it makes his eyes pop

Kim: *Slaying in black eye shadow* Don’t hate me because I am gorgeous.

Always makes sure to keep a few bags of candy in his bag for Tikki

When he’s in class, he’ll plug his earbuds up to his phone and let Tikki watch some Netflix documentaries in his bag

Functional Bisexual (Keeps his crushes on the down low)

He’s usually the attractive one every queer guy simps over

Tikki counts his sets when he’s exercising

She also ships Kimax

Max:

Still has his afro

Plagg likes to hide in it

Gay Disaster around Kim and Scarlet Beetle

He’s Scarlet Beetle’s impulse control… Meaning if he doesn’t go batshit crazy on some asshole who just insulted him, Ikati Black will

Plagg is loving every second of it

It feels weird destroying things when Max is so used to creating

Looking up the history of the Miraculous so he can get more information, but he’s reached a dead end and Plagg doesn’t seem to like talking about certain things

Goes absolutely feral when his friends get hurt (Side effect of his Miraculous)

He can purr now, and does it so Marinette can calm down when she’s stressed

Should definitely be in university

Shortest in the Best Friend Squad… But he’ll always be taller than Nathaniel, and he’s fine with that

Ikati Black can and will make a scene!

Tries his hardest not to simp over Scarlet Beetle’s muscles

Marinette:

FERAL GIRL!

Marinette: LET’S FUCK UP SOME SHIT, BITCHES!

Nino: Language!

Marinette: *Says the same thing, but in mandarin*

Cyber Goth aesthetic

Still likes pink

Still a bit clumsy at times

Surprisingly strong

The loudest

She WILL drop kick Chloé’s head if given the chance

LOVES Alya! (Platonically) And she’d die for her… And she almost has

She’s Alya’s impulse control, keeping her from doing anything crazy during Akuma attacks

This girl don’t take shit from anyone

She’s mostly friends with guys

Marinette’s like a… Eurasian Spinelli from Disney’s Recess

Most of her best designs were made while she was angry

Nino

Coolest Guy you will ever meet

Gives the best hug

Is the group’s impulse control

It’s his duty as the mom friend. He actually put them on leashes

Likes to meditate

Came up with the nicknames when they were ten and doing a Scooby Doo marathon at his house

During “those days”, he’s in the middle of the cuddle piles

Marinette’s photographer for her clothes

He has a collection of headphones back at home

His original living situation was… Not the best. So now he lives with his aunts and little cousin, Chris

Kim got him his cap

Has playlists for all of his friends so he can listen and be reminded of them (Aaw)

As the mom friend, he is obligated to adopt anyone he desires (That means Kagami)

Nino: *Carrying Kagami over his shoulder* She is my daughter now.

Keeps a medical bag in his locker

Alya:

Curls for days

Sneaker head

Tall and pretty

Pretty and nerdy

Likes to mix Paris and Martinique fashion and is making it work

Part of the “should be a model” club with Juleka and Reshma

Marinette’s impulse control

Wears a lot of bracelets

Leaves girls blushing

If she has on a dress or skirt, leggings or biker shorts are always worn underneath

Not as addicted to her phone

Sort of on Monarch’s side. He was a lot nicer than she believed

Desperately wants to get Sabrina away from Chloé

Will refer to people as ‘Hon’

WHY IS SHE SO BEAUTIFUL?!

Adrien:

Taking no one’s shit!

He’s still sunshine

If they all wore black, his family could be the Addams Family (Minus Fester and Pugsley (Because he’d make an awesome Wednesday))

Slight heterochromia, one eye his darker than the other

Has more freedom and only models on certain days

Likes to be carried, especially by Marinette

He’s a blonde gremlin

Anime nerd, mostly 90s stuff

Will speak out against any form of abuse

Embarrassing dad and crazy mom just like everyone else

Hates being grabbed out of nowhere

Loves American comedies. It helped him learn the language. His favorite is One Day at a Time and All That

Obviously simping for Marinette

Coffee.

Adrien: All we need is a seventh boy, and we’ll be the Ouran Host Club!

Nathaniel:

Momma’s boy and doesn’t care who knows it. He loves his mom and just to make her day, will call her ‘Mommy’

Shortest boy in class, but he’s the oldest. He’s basically the Mitsukuni Haninozuka of the boys

The guys still like to mess with him, though, but it’s in good fun

Nathaniel: Guys, I need a boost.

Kim: *Smugly* Ask the right way.

Nathaniel: … I need upsies.

Monarch’s heels, plus the glamour add a TON of height

He’d kill for Nooroo

Wears a lot of soft hoodies so Nooroo will be comfortable in the front pocket

Rose loves to squish his face whenever she has the opportunity

Thicc

LOVES kids and it takes all of his willpower to not adopt a random child off the street

He’s a villain, but he’s got some a lot of morals

Like… Talking to his akumas and guiding them along, don’t let them kill anyone, and keep his loved ones from getting hurt

First person people go to when they need a poster for a school event

Reads comics and manga with Alya and Reshma

Alix:

Best friends with Nathaniel since they were born

Curses in Arabic sometimes

Only physically affectionate around Nath

Marinette’s partner in badassery and cyber goth fashion

Nathaniel paints designs on her skateboard and skates

She has him do henna tattoos on her arm because she can’t keep her hand steady enough to do them herself

Friendly rivalry with Kim

Mixed feelings about Monarch

I mean, he was nice to her on her birthday

Lives in the Louvre?? Are their apartments or something there?

Pretty close to Jalil

Just wishes he weren’t such a dork

Top of her history class

Has a friendly history class rivalry with Simon

Nathaniel cut her hair when they were seven, and she’s kept it like that ever since

MUSCLES!

Ivan:

He’s baby, you guys!

Just don’t get on his bad side

Doesn’t really see Monsrch as a villain, more like a being of chaos

Will carry you

Mom friend in training. Nino won’t always be around

Paints his nails

*Shrugs* Demiboy

Has a ton of horror themed stuffed animals he and Juleka bought at a convention

Meditates with Nino

Dyes Myléne’s hair when the colors start to fade (Kim and Juleka taught him how)

Marinette kinda scares him. She’s the only person able to carry him

Also has playlists inspired by his friends (And girlfriend)

Does beat poetry

Myléne:

Dresses like it’s the seventies

Owns a lot of bandanas

Kinda scared of Monarch

Goes thrifting a lot

Owns over two hundred iron on patches

Likes Indie rock bands

If Ivan doesn’t get upset, she will, and it won’t be pretty

Ivan: You’re beautiful when you’re angry.

Myléne: THEN I’M ABOUT TO BE A FUCKING SUPER MODEL!

Has fifty Body positivity patches

Broadway Baby

Naturally, she’s friends with Jean

Marinette thinks she’s iconic- A short theater-loving hippie with a fiery attitude who knows how to up-cycle and has a poet boyfriend

Loves mimes

Associated with a Children’s Hospital charity

Has handcuffs in case she needs to cuff herself to an important structure about to be demolished

If the right buttons are pushed, she will go feral

… Also, she knits

Juleka:

Pretty lesbian goddess!

Teenage Morticia Addams

May or May not have a spell books

And some of them may or may not work on unsuspecting assholes

Aurore’s ‘Sister of the Parasol’

Tallest girl in class (Alya’s just one millimeter short)

A little more outspoken than canon

Has binders just in case anyone else comes out

Knows every horror movie trope

Thinking about filing her teeth to make fangs

Naturally pale (It was a medical problem when she was born)

Always has just one spec of pink on her outfits

Speaks Icelandic since most of her favorite bands are from Iceland

The Princess to Rose’s Knight

Juleka: Rose, Marinette’s not our daughter from the future.

Rose: She wears pink, and she’s a cyber goth!

Juleka: … Well, she does have blue eyes.

Thinks Monarch is… Okay

Rose:

Everyone’s favorite chaotic ray of sunshine

Wears a ton of pastels

Thinks Juleka is the most beautiful thing in this world

Nathaniel is the most precious

And Alix is the most badass

In and out of hospitals (Tells people it’s a family emergency so they don’t worry)

Wears suits to formal events

Doesn’t look like it, but she loves grunge, heavy metal, death metal, grindcore, Viking metal, etc.

Yet, her ringtone is PFUDOR

Collects vintage perfume bottles

Has over fifty plushies at home

Paints Juleka’s nails

She thinks Monarch has his reasons since he doesn’t seem so evil

Still, she’s watching him

This girl can throw a punch

Watches a lot of Disney

Sabrina

Just wants school to be over

Wasn’t always Chloé servant

Chloé was just looking for the weakest person in class to do whatever she commanded… And since Nathaniel was out sick that day, she was stuck with Sabrina

Has a lot of stress balls

Thinks Alya is the most beautiful girl in class

Her parents are divorced because her mom was a total narcissistic who blamed her and Roger for all of her mistakes

Actually used to be friends with Marinette, Kim, and Nino. Then Chloé snatched her up

Is afraid to stand up to Chloé because of what she’ll have her father do

Has only met Adrien a handful of times during play dates

Had a crush on Max until he came out as gay

Actually really pretty

Outfits are a little… Avant Garde

Would give anything to punch Chloé in the face

Really likes berets

Due to having a police officer for a dad, she knows quite a bit crime trivia that it’s almost scary

She also knows how to disarm someone. Learned that when she was five

Doesn’t really have an opinion on Monarch

Chloé:

Has been terrorizing her class since they were six

No one can find a good bone in her body

And they have TRIED

Whips her ponytail in peoples faces

Has a pointing problem. She just points her finger in peoples faces

Marinette bit her four times

Has been flipped off more times than she can count

Abuses her qualified immunity

At this point, making peoples lives hell is just a game to her

Superiority complex to the max

… Narcissistic personality disorder? (arrogant thinking and behavior, a lack of and consideration for other people, excessive need for admiration, selfish, patronizing, demanding) … Yeah, that seems about right

Not above using her father’s position to make school hell for everyone (Little does she know, she’s putting him on thin ice)

Will I redeem her?… Chances are slim

Tried to get Marinette’s family’s bakery shut down just because she felt like it. And she almost succeeded, too.

She makes Sabrina do her homework

Hates Alya because no one in class should be prettier than her

I’ll do other characters later

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #scarlet beetle and ikati black #nathaniel kurtzberg #lê chiến kim #nino lahiffe #max kante #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #sabrina raincomprix #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #ivan bruel #mylène haprèle #chloé bourgeois #answered ask #mlb au

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esor-ogramira · 1 year

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KAE PROPAGANDA POST!!

Why should YOU vote for Kaelech “Kae” Edlurios in the @smallartistocbracket?

He’s SOFT and VERY SWEET!

He’s the ULTIMATE DISASTER BISEXUAL!

He’s an AUTISTIC AND ADHD 22-YEAR-OLD DUDE!

He SWOONS AT THE SIGHT OF TALL, BUFF MEN AND WOMEN!! (Mostly tall and buff men, but also tall and buff women!)

He lives in a SUPPORTIVE APARTMENT on his HOMEWORLD! (If you live in a supportive/supervised apartment, then there’s some rep for you!!)

He is the CHILD OF A PROPHECY ON HIS HOMEWORLD!

He HAD a TWIN SISTER who died when they were 9... (aka TRAGIC BACKSTORY!!)

He’s a GARY STU/LARRY STU/MARY SUE OC! (AND YES, I AM PROUD OF THAT!!)

He’s LITERALLY A DEMIGOD BALANCE KEEPER REBORN!

He has OVERPOWERED ZAPPY MAGIC!

He has OVERPOWERED EARTH MAGIC!

He has OVERPOWERED PLANT MAGIC!

He’s an AWKWARD LITTLE GUY!

He can EASILY KILL YOU WITH A DAGGER!

When he THROWS a dagger, he NEVER FUCKING MISSES!

He’s got LONG, BEAUTIFUL HAIR!

He NEVER cuts his hair to ANYWHERE above his shoulders!

He GOES through a LOT of trauma!

He can be KILLED, but he never STAYS dead, because DELROS, the demigod whose soul resides within him, will HEAL and RESURRECT Kae EVERY TIME HE’S KILLED!

He experiences SEVERAL Bisexual Panic moments in my story! (Mainly around buff dudes, around one buff lady, and around a hot lady that his girlfriend also experiences a Bisexual Panic moment over)

He has a girlfriend who is LITERALLY a BIG, FLUFFY DRAGON who can TURN INTO AN ELF!!

His and his gf’s mutual friend is ALSO a BIG, FLUFFY DRAGON WHO CAN TURN INTO AN ELF!!

When his gf’s in her DRAGON form, he can LITERALLY CLIMB ONTO HER BACK AND GO FLYING AROUND WITH HER! (They do this a LOT in Volume 1!)

His gf is literally a GODDESS REBORN!!

Their mutual friend is a GOD REBORN!! (There are a LOT of demigod Balance Keepers reborn and deities reborn in my story!)

There are LOTS of DEMIGODS REBORN and DEITIES REBORN in my story, and I try to post about the EPIC WORLDBUILDING, NATURAL MAGIC SYSTEM, and FORBIDDEN MAGIC SYSTEM whenever I can!

OH! AND there’s LOTS of AuDHD REP and QUEER REP in my story ASIDE FROM KAE, HIS GF, AND THEIR MUTUAL FRIEND!!

So yeah! Basically, if you like soft, traumatized neurodivergent guys who leave their supportive apartments to go on vacation but then get swept up in epic and dangerous quests to save their universe, then BLEASE VOTE FOR KAE!!

#small artist oc bracket #small artist oc propaganda #original character #original story #The Fenrathae Saga #The Fenrathae Saga: Of Teal Eyes and Orange Lightning

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penspiration-writing · 1 year

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Kasumi meets a couple other members of the Chrono XII while taking a break from her training. (While also being a bisexual disaster, because these other members turn out to be very pretty)

WIP: Hope’s Answer

Tag list: @mr-writes @writingpotato07 @dogmomwrites @elijahrichardwrites @inkspellangel

Kasumi’s stomach growled as she stared at her food, though she soon lifted her head, wondering just where she should sit. The room was so vast, larger than any cafeteria she’d been in before.

Fortunately, she soon spotted a familiar face seated near the middle of the room.

“Hi, Suzume.” Kasumi gave a delighted smile, before suddenly noticing the other woman was currently hunched over some kind of small device. It didn’t look like anything Kasumi had ever seen before. “…What are you working on?”

“Something for a friend.” Suzume didn’t even bother to look up, instead continuing to turn the screwdriver in her hands. However long she’d been working on it, she clearly hadn’t touched any of her food yet.

Kasumi sat down, still confused. “But what is it?”

“Oh! Is it ready now?”

An unfamiliar female voice exclaimed from behind Kasumi, thick with a French accent. She turned in her seat, and immediately tensed, feeling blush spread across her face. Whoever this woman was, she was tall, about half a foot taller than Kasumi, with not a single blemish visible on her brown skin or brunette hair. Her outfit was also clearly meant to be eye-catching: a red-violet tube-top with a thin strap around her neck, a sleeveless red cardigan, tight dark grey leggings, and pink boots.

The woman seemed just as surprised momentarily by Kasumi’s presence, but soon smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice you earlier.” Kindness shown in her magenta eyes as she put her tray of food down and held out her hand. “My name is Odette. You’re the new twelfth, am I right?”

Kasumi’s blush only deepened. Odette was… very beautiful. She had to blink a few times before realizing she’d been asked a question.

“Y-yes, yes.” Kasumi did her best to smile. “M-my name’s Kasumi.”

“Oh, Mjoll’s younger sister! How lovely.”

“Sorry to interrupt you both.” Suzume finally spoke up again, pushing her glasses into place before putting her screwdriver down. “But I am finished now. Odette, do you have it?”

“Indeed I do!” Odette beamed even wider upon being addressed by Suzume, and soon reached into one of the pockets on her cardigan. What she produced appeared to be a small glass vial filled with a shimmering pink substance like glitter. “Here you go!”

Suzume nodded, carefully taking the vial from Odette. Upon removing the cork, she poured its contents into the top of the device. Various clicks and whirs sounded from within as gears and other mechanisms turned. Kasumi still wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at, but before long Suzume brought the vial to the other end of the device, and she watched as a thin, pink liquid substance collected inside. Once the vial was full again, it was handed back to Odette.

“Here. This should last you approximately a week.”

Odette beamed like a child receiving a present. “Thank you, Suzume! You’re always so helpful.” Finally, she took her seat beside Kasumi and began to pour the pink substance onto all of her food. To Kasumi, it didn’t exactly appear appetizing, but after a couple seconds she thought she caught the tantalizing scent of strawberries. The smell made her mouth water.

“Um, what is that stuff?”

“Oh, this?” Odette held up the vial. “It’s called blissbrew. It’s a concentrated form of love that my species feeds upon.”

Kasumi glanced at the pink liquid, feeling immensely curious. “…Can I try some?”

Odette seemed to tense, her happy expression turning to one of worry as she glanced over at Suzume. It was then that Kasumi noticed that there were white wings on Odette’s back, like an angel.

“Um, well, I suppose a tiny amount wouldn’t hurt, but…”

“Blissbrew is incredibly potent to humans,” Suzume said, finally returning to her own tray of food. “More than a few drops could prove dangerous.”

But I’m only half human. Kasumi wanted to argue, but held her voice back. As tempting as the blissbrew smelled, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take any chances.

Still Suzume continued. “One of our fellow Chrono XII members accidentally went into shock when she consumed too much.”

“It was one time!” A small high-pitched female voice piped up suddenly from nearby. “And it was delicious!”

Confused, Kasumi glanced around try and find where the origin of the voice was located, but didn’t see anyone else around. “Who-”

“I mean, can you really blame me? That stuff smells amazing! Like really good candy!”

Kasumi suddenly realized that the voice was coming from the end of the table. Looking down, her eyes widened as she saw a tiny pointy-eared girl with translucent wings on her back pouting at Suzume with her hands on her hips.

A fairy?

In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a burst of smoke and glittery particles. Kasumi hurried to grab her drink as the table momentarily shook, and Suzume did the same with her device. As the smoke cleared, it revealed that the tiny fairy was now much closer to the size of a normal human, though her wings seemed to have vanished. She was beaming as she swung her legs back and forth, showing off her brown boots.

Now Kasumi could get a better look at her. Pointy ears stuck out from short-cropped reddish hair, and red freckles dotted her pale skin. Her eyes were green like leaves, similar to her sleeveless top. Her pants showed off a flower-shaped cut-out on each leg. Kasumi couldn’t help but think she looked quite cute.

Once the shaking had finally ceased, Suzume gave an annoyed huff and glared. “Folia. Was that necessary?”

Folia only continued beaming despite the momentary disturbance she’d caused. “Nope!”

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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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Kinktober day 1: Face Sitting

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

Logan Delos x afab!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut (18+ only), oral (reader receiving), no use of y/n, smut with no pronoun use

Notes: Kicking off kinktober with my favorite bisexual disaster bottom lol! I had a LOT of fun writing this one too! Kinktober list provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen! And feel free to follow my update blog too to stay up to date with my fics @flightlessangelwings-updates. Enjoy!

You were bored.

This was supposed to be the event of the year: the Delos gala at the Ritz Carlton hotel to celebrate another successful year. It was all glitz and glam and beautiful people whenever you looked. This was your first time attending, and you had looked forward to this for months. But now that you were here, you were bored out of your mind. All anyone wanted to talk about was money and all the fancy things they bought with their fortunes.

You weren’t like that, though. It was just a job to you, and even though it paid well, you were nowhere near the level of riches that many of the attendees were. Not that you cared about it anyway. As long as you could take care of yourself and those around you, you were happy. So, you absent-mindedly listened to the conversations around you as you sipped your drink.

Then, a voice broke you out of your head, ‘“Enjoying yourself?”

Startled, you jumped a bit and almost dropped your glass, though luckily it was empty. With a gasp, you tightened your grip to keep it from happening as you turned toward the voice. Your mouth dropped open when you realized who the voice belonged to, “Logan?!”

Logan chuckled as he waved a server over and took two fresh glasses from his tray. He wrapped a hand over yours and slid the empty glass out of your hand and replaced it with a full one. Your heart hammered in your chest when you felt his soft skin against yours.

“You look bored,” Logan sounded amused as he clinked his glass with yours and took a big sip.

You suddenly felt flustered under his gaze, “I… Sorry,” you dropped your gaze.

“Don’t be,” Logan brought a hand under your chin and tilted your face back up to meet his eyes again, “These parties are dull as shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bluntness. During your time working for Delos Inc, you saw Logan in passing several times. You’ve had brief conversations with him, but the two of you weren’t necessarily close. But, you couldn’t deny your immediate attraction to the tall, handsome man. You thought he wouldn’t look twice at you, that he was way out of your league, but the intense way he stared at you made you swallow hard.

“How about you and me get out of here and have a better party?”

Logan’s blunt offer made your heart pound in your chest and you were sure you had the stupidest dumbfounded look on your face. You stammered for a moment only to be cut off with his laughter, and oh how beautiful his laugh was. Quickly, you gathered whatever courage you had and answered with a hushed, “Yes.”

“Come on, beautiful,” Logan held a hand out to you and it was like the rest of the world melted away.

His hand felt warmer that you imagined and his grip was surprisingly strong. You let Logan guide you through the glitter that surrounded you until you were in an elevator with him. The moment the doors closed, he was on you and had you pinned against the wall. His large hand that once held yours was now on your face as he tilted you at just the right angle to meet his lips.

Logan’s kiss was heated as he took your lips with his own. He wasted no time in tasting you as his tongue darted out between your lips and you immediately parted them for him. You met his passions with your own as you clung to his silky suit jacket and moaned into his mouth.

“You taste so good,” Logan purred in your ear, “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

You couldn’t even reply because the ding of the elevator cut you off, and Logan’s hand was back in yours. You couldn’t help the giddy grin on your face as he led you to his penthouse suite and locked the door behind you. Again, he pinned you against the door the moment you were truly alone and his lips were back on yours in a flash.

Logan peeled you off the door and led you through the lavish suite into the bedroom. Along the way, you each tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes, desperate for the prizes underneath. Once you finally got him free of his jacket and shirt, the sight of Logan before you completely took your breath away. He definitely noticed, and with a sly grin of his own, he slid your dress off your shoulders.

“You looked pretty in that,” he motioned to your discarded clothes while he spoke in a low tone. Logan’s gaze bore into you as he ran his hands up and down your sides, “But you look even better like this.”

“Logan…” you breathed as you watched in awe as he shed his pants in one swift motion. You wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, and how many times you imagined having him like this, but any words were caught in your throat. Instead, you lunged forward and took his lips with yours as the two of you crashed onto the bed, his body underneath yours. But, when you tried to run your hands down his body, he stopped you, “What…?”

“Later,” Logan said softly, “First, I want you to sit on my face.”

“Are- Are you sure?”

Logan kissed you again before he guided your body up his own. You were hesitant, but you let him do what he wanted until your thighs were on either side of his face. When you looked down, you lost any air in your lungs as he looked up at you with those dark eyes. Wasting no time, Logan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down until your pussy made contact with his tongue.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Logan immediately dove his tongue into your folds. You rocked your hips against his face as he swirled his tongue around all your sensitive spots. It was as if he had a map to your body, since he found every place you liked. You held onto the bed frame to hold yourself up while Logan licked and sucked at your pussy.

“Logan…” you moaned his name as you felt the heat build up in your body, “I’m…”

It didn’t take long for you to completely come undone on Logan’s face, and he did not let up until you were a whimpering, trembling mess. You leaned forward and rested your head against the bed frame while Logan pepperd soft kisses all along your inner thigh. He made no attempt to move, however, content to lay underneath you for the time being.

“You definitely taste better than I imagined,” Logan murmured as he slowly kissed your pussy again, “Ride my face again, baby.”

That was when you discovered how insatiable Logan really was, not that either of you had any complaints. You��d return the favor whenever he decided to let you off of his face.

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yumpty-dumpty-inactive · 3 years

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CHARACTER MATCHUP TIME AYA

im 21 yrs old with dark hair (some blond streaks all over). im bisexual! 5’10 (tall i kno). i aspire streaming video games to my friends,,but i also stream myself doing new things, basically experimenting with new hobbies! i also have a thing for cats :D occasionally i also like to write whole documents about my week, write down events that happened n stuff. im not too sure if id describe myself as romantic but i prob am :D when it comes to liking ppl, i LOVE people who wear glasses because once they take them off, its the beauty that shines under the mask that catches my glimmer ehe.

sum extra stuff, i am poetic sorta (hence that last line) and im at times………….h word a lot….. YEAH! HAPPY MATCHING AJAJAJJA

yumpty talks: JIGOROJD- LMAO I hope you like this love!!

I match you with...

ROMANTICALLY:

FEMALE:

SUCROSE

I think that Sucrose would be a good match for you, because you seem so extroverted! I think you would definitely help Sucrose come out from her shell, and help her with her shyness! You would definitely introduce her to your friends, and that would definitely help make her less nervous and social situations, and help her become more social! Sometimes you give her your documents to read, and she adores reading them! She isn't very used to physical touch, so your romance would definitely help her warm up to it :D!! The glasses thing also makes the pairing even better lol. But basically, you know the phrase, "opposites attract"? That's your relationship in two words! It's your differences that brought you two together, and overall it's a cute and loving relationship!!

MALE:

RAZOR (shocked?)

okay okay, let me explain. Your social personality and his more introverted personality is the perfect recipe! You often bring him to Mondstadt and try to get him to be more comfortable with human life! Because of your documents, he is a lot more interested in learning to read and write now, and you are helping him learn! You actually got a small notebook for him so he can write down his thoughts and feelings! He cherishes it and makes sure to practice his reading and writing everyday! He loves that you love to try new things, because he does too! You two try new foods, and new activities together all the time! He thinks your love for cats is cute, and has taken an interest in them too! You ae very affectionate with each other, and he loves writing poems with you! He tried to write one for you one time, but it was a little weird not gonna lie-. However overall your relationship is cute and nice, and very helpful too!

PLATONICALLY :

VENTI

Definitely Venti. You two are a recipe for disaster though. You both love going to annoy Diluc at the tavern, and love writing cheesy as fuck friendship poems for each other. Sometimes you two just sit there and stare at each other, and it's really weird. You both love cats, and always go to assault the cats around Mondstadt. Eventually he told you he was Barbatos, and was delighted to know you didn't treat him any differently! Your social personalities are really compatible as friends, and you guys have a stupidly good friendship :D!!

KIN:

Diona

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awanderingdeal · 3 years

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Summer Camp AU - Chapter 3 - Leo

Sorry about the wait on this one! Our darling Leo will be taking us through this chapter.

CW: mentions of injury (minor)

Fic Rating: T

Please message me if you feel that any content warnings need to be added or the rating is not appropriate.

Thank you to my wonderful betas @bkfstclubmember and @fleetingpieces.

The characters in this fic belong to @lumosinlove and you should definitely go and check out her fics!

For previous and future chapters please see my masterlist

Leo had only been to summer camp once as a kid, and that had been back in middle school. It had escaped his memory how draining it was to meet so many new people, learn the layout of the site, and to keep track of all the rules he needed to remember. Between that, and the bruises littering his body from the evening of Dodgeball and Capture the Flag, Leo was exhausted. Happy, but exhausted.

Regulus hadn’t crept back into their cabin until the early hours of the morning and had declined coming to breakfast in favour of more sleep. It meant that Leo was alone when he set his breakfast tray down at an empty table. He was only able to savour the quiet for a couple of minutes though, before the chaos of camp caught up with him.

“Leo!” a boy said, startling Leo into looking up from his eggs. He recognised him from the game of dodgeball; he’d hit Leo square in the chest. Besides, it would have been difficult to forget that face. Cropped curls, a chiseled jawline and deep brown eyes. He’d cut his camp t-shirt into a low tank top. Leo noticed the scars, a slightly paler brown than the rest of his skin, peeking out through the oversized arm holes. He’d never seen anybody wear them so proudly before and it made him want to smile. Not only for the other boy, but for himself. Because if 13 year old Leo, heck if 17 year old Leo, had been told that one day he’d be in a place that would allow him to be authentically himself, and he’d be surrounded by others who understood what it was to be different, he never would have believed it.

“Morning,” Leo had to glance at the boy's badge; he was awful with names. “Thomas,” he said with a smile. He’d only said two words to the boy yesterday, but Thomas seemed like the type who would be friends with anybody that was willing.

“Call me Talker,” Thomas said, reaching out a hand for Leo to shake. “Please.”

“Morning, Talker,” Leo repeated with a laugh, shaking the hand before shovelling more eggs into his mouth.

Soon the table was full, and Leo found himself in a heated conversation about whether kindles were better than books. Somehow, that led to him lapping up James’ stories of previous camp disasters until Lily shoved her boyfriend and told him to stop scaring the rookie.

The chatter was interrupted by the static of a microphone. Everybody, including Leo, turned towards the source of the noise. A flustered looking young man stood over by the buffet table, clutching his hands around the microphone so hard that his knuckles were white. James cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered, “Go Loops!”

The man smiled and gave a nervous cough, but the encouragement seemed to work. “Hi everybody, I’m Remus Lupin. Most people just call me Loops though. My pronouns are he/him and I’ve been coming to this camp for the last two years. Clearly I didn’t suck too much, because they hired me as a medic this year,” he paused, his eyes searching the crowd. They landed on the man that Leo had met as Regulus’ brother the day before, and his smile grew wider. “I’m going to be leading the first aid training this morning, so if you could all be out at the pavilion in 15 minutes that would be fantastic...thanks.”

The room fell silent as Remus set the microphone back in its stand and walked off, receiving a pat on the shoulder from Dumo as he passed. The hall soon erupted with noise again as people finished up their food and made to follow the instructions they had been given.

“Alright! Let’s go save some lives,” Thomas boomed, downing the last of his glass of milk and grabbing his tray. He’d only taken two steps before he turned back around and flashed a grin at Leo. “Nutty! I forgot to say. Dumo asked us to film some promo TikToks and your beautiful face would be great in it. You in?”

Leo had no idea who ‘us’ was, but he’d promised himself to take every opportunity that this camp threw at him so he nodded, and gave a small, “Sure, why not?”

“Great, I’ll see you after dinner then,” Thomas said, walking off with a bounce in his step.

When Leo made his way to the pavilion, he was given a card with the number 1 on it by Remus. He didn’t know what it was for, but clutched it in his hand as he looked around for Regulus, hoping they had managed to wake up on time. He was relieved to set his eyes on them talking to June, a girl that Leo had met yesterday. She had been a bit intimidating, leaning against a tree, dressed in biker boots and a leather jacket that he later learnt had a bisexual flag stiched into back. However, she’d turned out to be extremely friendly and Leo relaxed knowing Regulus was in good hands.

“Okay! Listen up, folks,” Remus called out. “Each of you has been given a card with a number on it. There is one other person with the same number as you. Please find them, they are going to be your partner for today’s training session.”

Different people seemed to have different strategies for finding their partner. Some decided to stay where they were and just shout their numbers. Others darted around asking each individual what their number was. Leo didn’t need to use either to find his. With his first glance across the crowd, he settled his eyes on a person holding a card with the number one on it. With a triumphant smile, he weaved through the other counselors quickly so as not to lose sight of his partner.��

“Hey, I’m Leo. I think you’re mine,” Leo introduced himself, glancing quickly at the nametag on Logan’s chest before looking up at his face again. The action had become almost habitual already.

Logan peered from under the brim of his hat. He had deep green eyes that Leo swore were looking into his soul as they swept over the length of his body. “Yeah, I suppose you are,” the boy said eventually. “My name’s Logan, but I guess you already know that. Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Leo mumbled quietly under his breath. He had promised himself that he wasn’t going to do the cliched ‘summer camp romance’ thing. After all, he’d just gotten over the ‘closeted jock’ situation and that hadn’t been fun, to say the least. He wanted to be done with men for a very long time, but it didn’t hurt to look, right?

Before Logan could respond, Remus had gathered their attention again and they got swept away with learning how to recognise and assist the injuries and ailments that they were most likely to see over the coming weeks.

“Merde!” Logan gasped, pulling Leo from his thoughts. He figured that he had wound the bandage too tight around Logan’s arm.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he apologised, trying to remove it as quickly as he could. “Are you okay?”

Logan frowned for a second, “I am fine. Why would you ask that?”

“Was it not too tight?” Leo asked, gesturing to Logan’s arm, a little confused.

Logan’s features knitted into a tighter frown before he seemed to have a realisation. “Oh, non. That was fine. Perfect. I will never bleed to death with you around,” he said, gesturing for Leo to do the bandage again so that Remus could inspect his work.

“Okay…” Leo hesitated, “Why did you swear then?”

“You’re the angel,” Logan grinned, and Leo just grew more confused. Logan huffed out a laugh. “I believe you met my boyfriend yesterday. Tall...although, not as tall as you. Red hair. Bit of an idiot.”

“You mean Finn,” Leo smiled, remembering the boy from yesterday. “Wait. Did you say boyfriend?”

Leo had been one of the people allocated to defend his team's flag. His back was to it, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see the blue, white and pink stripes. Dumo had taken the opportunity to educate the counsellors on the flags of different identities before letting each team choose which would be theirs for the game. A timid looking blonde girl had whooped so loudly before her pale cheeks had turned crimson that it had been a unanimous decision for their team to take the trans flag.

It had been eerily quiet for a while when three people came crashing out of the trees. Leo recognised two of them; a Russian boy who had insisted everybody called him Kuny instead of butchering his name, and Jackson Nadeau. They were both on his team.The person they were chasing was not. Leo glanced to his right, checking that there was nobody coming from that direction before he tried to intercept the intruder. Leo had thought he was fast, but they had easily whipped past him and Leo was left watching them run. He didn’t have time to call out between seeing the rock and watching them fall flat on their face.

“Are you okay?” Leo shouted, forgetting the game as he ran over to check they hadn’t hurt themselves too badly. He was worried that they weren’t moving, but just as Leo kneeled down, they groaned and rolled onto their back.

“Shit,” Leo said, taking in the blood dripping down the pale skin. “Hey, I’m Leo. Can you tell me your name?” Leo asked, already knowing it was Finn from the name tag, but he wanted to check that the boy knew himself.

“Fi-Fish,” the red haired boy slurred, blinking rapidly. “Am I in heaven?” he asked, reaching up to cup Leo’s face.

“No, you’re at Camp Gryffindor. Not quite heaven, but pretty close,” Leo gave a nervous laugh. “Just stay still. We’re going to get somebody to help you.”

“You look like an angel to me,” Finn whispered, making Leo blush. He gave a little cough before looking up at Kuny and Jackson, who had joined him at Finn’s side. “Can one of you go and grab a medic, please?”

Leo had been meaning to check up on Finn. Both because he had been worried about him, but also because he hadn’t been able to get that red hair and those freckles out of mind all night. Finn was beautiful, of course he had a boyfriend.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded, his smile widening a second. “My boyfriend who apparently met an angel last night. He’s not wrong.”

Leo scratched at the back of his neck before continuing to wrap the bandage around Logan’s arm. “How is he?”

“He’s fine. He’ll have a headache for a few days, but Lupin fixed him up,” Logan reassured. He hummed and pulled at the grass with his unoccupied hand. “Wouldn’t shut up about the blue-eyed angel called Leo though. I tried to make him stay in bed today, but he insisted you were real. Seems you are.”

Leo thought his face was going to permanently take on its new shade of pink with the amount of blushing he was doing. “Isn’t it weird for you? Your boyfriend calling me an angel?”

Logan shrugged, “Non, he didn’t lose his eyesight just because we got into a relationship. Besides, I trust him.”

Thankfully, Remus chose that moment to join them, praising Leo’s work and making a few comments on how it could be made a little better. Once he had gone, Logan began to tell him about his life growing up in Canada as if the previous conversation had never happened. Leo wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or frustrated.

In return, Leo told Logan about the cooking classes that had led him to applying to work in the camp kitchens that summer. He found that Logan was actually a good listener, and nearly ended up spilling the details of the drama that led him to taking those classes as a replacement for the hockey games he was due to be playing. Another time maybe. Leo wasn’t going to think about how much he hoped there would be another time.

The rest of the morning session seemed to fly by after that, and soon Leo found himself saying goodbye to Logan in order to find Regulus for lunch.

“I’ll see you around,” Leo smiled.

“Sure thing, mon ange,” Logan said easily, and Leo tried not to read too much into that.

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jenni3penny · 1 year

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Eleanor O'Hara and Rebecca Welton are friends, okay?

I don't make the rules. I just live here.

#strong tall women #and the lunatic littles who love them #my tall and beautiful bisexual disaster #exfuckingscuse me madam

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blackstonesandtrapnest · 4 years

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Hello! I'm pretty sure I didn't send this in already (If I did I'm so sorry just ignore this one ^^') But I really really loved your Yugi relationship headcanons! Could we maybe get some of those for Yami/Atem too? SFW and NSFW if you're okay with that, if not that's fine! Thank you in advance, you're awesome! (also side note, I've never heard of the anime Nana before your blog but now I'm kinda interested in it haha)

No this is my first time getting the request ^_^ I was waiting for someone to request this honestly XD You should definitely watch Nana when you get a chance! I swear it’s amazing!

Also I’ll be doing these headcanons as if Atem got his own body to make it easier to do!

~~SFW~~

Unlike Yugi who’s more shy and lacks confidence, Atem is definitely more charming and confident in himself. Approaching a beautiful woman or man (he’s bisexual obviously) is no skin off his nose. Yes he’s helped Yugi get dates before. Such a good friend am I right?

Atem has a reputation for being a player and yes it’s true to some extent. He likes to play the field and just like Yugi, he gets bored easily. You gotta be a special person to keep his attention for long. Atem is a free-spirit and settling down isn’t exactly easy for him because of how hard it is to keep him interested. Atem especially values intelligence and if you’re a duelist, that’s even better. Traveling is also a requirement for being with Atem. He wants to get out and see the world and being with his S/O while doing so is a dream come true for him!

Atem is definitely more open to one-night stands and flings than Yugi is. But he isn’t one of those asshole players who uses people for sex and then ghosts them later. Atem is very upfront and honest about his intentions and wants for any potential suitors to do the same. He doesn’t get why people deceive and lure others to get sex or money from them. Why do that when you can just be honest?

Atem will definitely treat you like the King or Queen you are! Unlike Yugi who’s more frugal and down-to-earth, he’s much more lavish with his dates and gifts. Fancy restaurants, awesome clothes, the works! Atem may not be as rich as Kaiba but he’ll definitely spoil you the best he can! If you do the same in return, Atem will be so touched that he might actually cry. Awwww!

If you actually manage to keep Atem’s interest, congratulations. You’ve already found your way into his heart and you’re gonna stay there. He’s gonna chase you like a jack rabbit chases a carrot and he’s not gonna let you go. If he ever does, you must’ve done something unforgivable and he’s not taking you back. Please don’t take Atem for granted or it’ll be the biggest mistake of your life.

Atem has had his heart broken many times in his 5000+ years of existing and he’s been through pretty much any dating disaster you can imagine so don’t be too nervous and shy when you’re around him. His amount of heartbreaks have caused him to become more reserved and cautious so be patient if you want a long-term relationship with him. He’ll open up to you but you have to gain his trust first.

Pride is gonna be the biggest hurdle in your relationship honestly. Atem puts Vegeta to shame in terms of how prideful he is and ohhh boy are you in for one hell of a fight whenever you two get into an argument. Atem does NOT like to lose and admitting that he’s wrong is like a Kuriboh trying to defeat a Blue-Eyes White Dragon. He’ll argue with you all damn day and he will push your buttons like no man can. If you’re the headstrong type who doesn’t take any bullshit and won’t back down, that’s perfect for Atem because he needs someone like that to bring him down to Earth sometimes. He has thick skin so don’t worry about hurting his feelings. Atem actually gets turned on when you get mad and he likes it when you put him in his place. He’s never really dealt with that kind of person before so it intrigues him. He’s used to people just bowing down to him and honestly he’s tired of it. Sometimes Atem will start arguments for the hell of it. It’s great foreplay according to him.

Atem likes PDA but is subtle about it. Small things like holding hands or wrapping arms around each other’s waist is more of his style. He likes security and when you’re around him, having some kind of physical contact gives him that feeling. A hug here or a kiss there may happen too depending on the situation and how Atem feels.

If you’ve dated any of his friends (especially Yugi), Atem isn’t dating you point blank period. He doesn’t believe in dating his friends’ exes and he and Yugi actually wound up dating the same girl once! The outcome wasn’t pretty either. The player doesn’t like being played. Not. One. Bit.

Unfortunately Atem has had all the major issues that comes with being a player. Fatal attractions, paternity scandals, bitter exes, getting a taste of his own medicine, you name it, it’s happened to him at some point and he’s got stories for days. His past will eventually come back to haunt him and if you can’t handle it, he won’t stop you from leaving and he’ll definitely understand. Loving Atem isn’t easy and it’ll definitely test you in every way possible but he’s definitely worth fighting for and he will spend the next 5000+ years proving it to you if he has to. He’s not gonna lose you without a fight and his love for you is eternal no matter what happens between you two. You’ll always have a special place in Atem’s heart.

~~NSFW~~

Atem has lots of experience which is a given considering how old he is. He knows how to please his partners and he can adapt to his partner’s needs at the drop of a hat. Want slow and steady? You got it. Want rough and hard? Atem’s your guy. Want a threesome? Atem will happily oblige!

He doesn’t care if you’re short, tall, big, or small. Atem’s been with all kinds of people of various sizes so he’s not exactly picky. Does he have a specific type or preferences? Of course he does. But he doesn’t go out of his way to find what he wants physically in a partner as opposed to mentally. Atem knows better than anyone that looks don’t completely matter and that it’s what’s on the inside that truly matters.

Atem is a switch but mostly prefers to be the Dom. He definitely loves to roleplay and he always makes sure to have a safe word in place so no harm is done. Can you guess what his favorite kind of roleplay is? Remember he is a 5000 year old Pharaoh ;)

When Atem is dominating you, sexy doesn’t even begin to describe it! His voice is deep, his words are filthy, and his dick is hard. You’re gonna feel his hands all over your body and he’s definitely gonna make you beg. You’ll be a complete mess when he’s done with you and you can forget about going to work or school the next morning.

Atem’s aftercare is on point! He’ll praise you like no other, take a luxurious hot bath with you, make some delicious food for you (yes he can cook and quite well might I add), and top it all off with a glass of very fine wine. If you have any bruises or scratches, Atem is gonna make sure they’re taken care of so you’re not too sore.

Atem’s pride also extends to the bedroom. If he’s not your first lover, he’s gonna make damn sure that he’s one of the best you’ve ever had if not THE best. If he’s your first, then that’s even better. You’ll want no other man once he’s done with you trust me. You’ll need at least 5 guys to do what he does in bed!

He wants to know everything about you sexually. Your fantasies, your kinks, your dislikes, bad experiences, you name it. Atem likes to know what he’s getting himself into and what he’s up against. He wants to have an open dialogue about sex so if you’re shy or prudish, you’ll have a very rude awakening with Atem.

If you thought Yugi’s secret stash was something to shocked by, just wait until you see Atem’s. Hell he has a secret ROOM instead! Sex dungeon anyone? But he won’t reveal it to you until he’s opened up to you a bit and has settled in with you sexually. Atem doesn’t want to scare you away by revealing everything at once! He’s made that mistake a few times before.

Whenever Atem is the sub, he’s a bratty sub to the fullest! If you wanna dominate him, you’re gonna earn it damn it! He’ll egg you on, challenge you, defy you, the whole nine yards. I hope you have a lot of patience because you’re gonna need it with Atem if you’re the dominant type! But the right to dominate him is well worth fighting for! He’ll obey your every command and will be putty in your hands. You’ll feel on top of the world!

It should go without saying but Atem lives to please and he wants to make you happy both in and out of the bedroom! Not only because of his pride but because of how much he loves you. You see, Atem is simply one hell of a lover and he’ll make sure you don’t forget it either!

#Yu-Gi-Oh #yugioh headcanons #yugioh imagines #yami yugi #atem #bringing sexy back #anime headcanons #anime imagines

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fullyfunctionalapprentice · 3 years

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🌊, 🎈, and 🍵 for both. - vesuvian-disaster

Driftwood (sea-savviness):

Aleis travelled quite a bit, from their late teens through late 20s; quite a bit of this was by sea. They and Lua racked up years of sailing experience, on both small and large craft, and proved a force to be reckoned with, between Aleis's weatherworking and Lua's shapeshifting, both of which give them a strong affinity for the sea. I'm not saying they've been a pirate...but I'm not *not* saying it either.

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Turel travels by sea with some regularity; it isn't his favourite means of transport, because there's no such thing as privacy aboardship and because ships are, quite literally, a pain in the neck for someone his size. Like many very tall people, he's highly coordinated and graceful - but there's a vast difference between not knocking into things and actually being comfortable.

When he travels by sea, he pays his fare at least in part by working, even when he can afford it with cash alone, because he hates sitting idle, loves physical work, and finds that crews are understandably more at ease with him as a temporary co-worker than just...a giant who never talks? He's quite a competent sailor, but wouldn't want to make a career of it, including piracy.

Balloon (oddest possible happy relationship):

I'm not sure, really, because I don't know what standards of odd to apply. Aleis and Turel are themselves both Highly Peculiar People, so anyone compatible enough to be in a relationship of any nature would have to be pretty eccentric themselves. If it's the relationship itself that should be odd, what makes a relationship odd? They're both bisexual and polyamorous. Turel doesn't have a fixed abode; he has lovers in different locales, a fact about which he is open. Aleis lives sometimes in Muriel's hut with him, and travels to the South with him, and sometimes lives above the shop with Lua and Asra.

I guess Aleis's oddest relationships would be their friendship with Vlastomil and their...friendly rivalry? Nemesis-with-benefits? thing??? with Vulgora, because Aleis is a martial artist and helps Vulgora readjust to being human(ish) and they consensually beat the crap out of each other, which frequently turns into a far nakeder sort of strenuous physical activity lmao

Gonna just say Turel's oddest relationship is all of them because the man's a fucking cryptid? He isn't an apprentice and I don't have any set ideas for his relationships with canon characters aside from Muriel. He's been rattling around my brain for seven-ish years and I want to put him out there for other people to interact with, I suppose.

Tea (magic focus items or rituals etc)

Aleis's magic works through a combination of mental focus and physical movement, specifically a fusion of dance and martial art, much like bending in the ATLA universe. They move energy through their bare hands and feet, or through a blade, for which they favour a hand-and-a-half sword, preferably some variety of long sabre. As a weatherworker with an affinity for storms, their sphere of influence is wind currents, precipitation, and water; before their death, they were a master storm-worker, capable of influencing continent-wide weather systems and making lightning dance to their whim - though not at all given to the former, being quite restrained in any use of power with such wide scope due to the many, many factors involved and the corresponding potential for catastrophe. During canon, they're getting back in touch with their magical affinity, and, with their new and odd start, exploring unconventional ways of using its components.

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Turel's magic runs very very deep and is very subtle - less an overt thing than a heavy weight on the fabric of reality. If it has a focus at all, that focus would be his hands: broad across the callused palms, the long fingers flecked with little scars, a few knuckles wider or offset from the others, nails kept short, earth and ink ground too deep into the deep copper skin to scrub out. Builder's hands, gardener's hands, craftsman's hands. The plants he grows have strong roots, their fruits are delicious and nourishing and in the gardens he plants anywhere he settles more than a few weeks there is a peace and a clarity, and they flourish long after he has left. Animals will go to those gardens, to whelp or to die in peace and safety. Items he makes hold up well, are seldom lost, and grow in beauty as they age. Often you will find one to hand when you need it most, even if you had thought it lost.

But that's just because he is an excellent craftsman, right? You can show the little knife he made you to a magician, and they'll examine it and hand it back to you with a faint bemusement that you thought its nature magical. Just a well trained eye and a careful, skilful hand; just a love of the work and an eye for beauty. And the fruits of the little kitchen gardens are just that, just good food, from healthy plants in good soil (even if the house is built on clay.)

#aleis the storm mage #turel the travelling craftsman

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sparkles-and-trash · 4 years

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My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites!

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful @otherluces <3

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno?

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much, and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works?

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is.

Nichole:

also suggested by @soft-craig-and-tweek <3

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean.

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot

Butters:

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!!

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones.

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff.

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies!

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way.

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny:

suggested by anon!

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that.

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either.

#kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #nichole daniels #leopold butters stotch #butters stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #south park #south park headcanon #south park headcanons #sp #South Park tag #sp kenny #sp butters #sp clyde #sp nichole #sp tweek #sp kyle

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dameronology · 4 years

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rockstar {s.r x reader} - 2

summary: it’s been two months since you sunk your chipped black nails into steve rogers’ heart. it’s bliss - maybe you’re living in a dream world. {part one here}

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG but part 2 is finally here! and i don’t even have an excuse because i’ve literally been doing nothing in lockdown. also this has two new characters, the bandmates, they’re only side characters/kinda comic relief but they were so much fun to write

i’m gonna make a taglist so if you want to be added, let me know xx

- val xx

One month.

One month with you.

And the best month of his life.

Steve couldn’t quite bring himself to say that he loved you - at least not to your face. He was certainly infatuated by you; obsessed with every sarcastic word that rolled off your tongue, entranced with every curve of your body and every mark on your skin. He was drawn in by every bold grin and cheeky wink; enamoured by your very state of being.

It was a cold Wednesday morning; you’d turned on the heating in your apartment, but there was still a chill in the air. You were sat at the piano in your living room, a half-finished cigarette resting between your lips and a cup of black coffee resting atop the instrument, steam forming against the glacial air.

You were surrounded by hundreds of pieces of paper; some were scribbled with lyrics, others with melodies and musical arrangements. They were scattered across the rug, and both your coffee and dining table. Getting musically stressed was all in a day’s work for you, but this particular song was being stubborn.

Steve, who had still been asleep when you traipsed out of bed thirty minutes previous, was stood in the doorway of your bedroom. He had your sheet wrapped around his shoulders, watching as your hands absent-mindedly floated across the keys. You were wearing his shirt; it hung off your shoulders, a few tattoos peaking out the top. He’d seen a lot of beautiful sights in his life but this one certainly took the top spot.

He watched as creased your brow - something you always did when you were in deep concentration.

‘Come back to bed?’

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him with a tired smile on your face. You dropped your pen and took the last sip of your coffee, jumping from your seat and skipping across the room to see him. He took you by the waist and you leapt up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing a kiss to his nose.

‘I would love to come back to bed but I gotta work, baby.’ you sighed, your hands wandering through his tufty blonde hair. ‘This song is stressing me out.’

‘I know a way I can help you relax,’ Steve’s face twisted into a grin.

‘You make a convincing-’ you were cut off by someone knocking excitedly on your door.

You groaned, dropping your head into the crook of his neck. There was only two other people who had access to your front door without buzzing through; you loved them both dearly but they were a real pain in your ass (especially when they were cock-blocking your chances with Captain America).

You leapt down from Steve’s waist, pressing a kiss to his lips.

‘Put on some clothes,’ you ordered, pushing him towards the bedroom, ‘and fix my sheets, Rogers!’

You heard Steve mutter something about how you were killing him, doll. You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, grabbing some black skinny jeans that had been strewn on your sofa. You tugged them on and then jogged to the front door, preparing yourself for the two clowns that awaited you.

‘What do you two morons want?’

You were met with the grinning faces of your band-mates. Alex was a six-foot-tall man child who still dressed like a My Chemical Romance fan circa 2005; Damian, meanwhile, was a self-described bisexual disaster with tufty brown hair and a never-ending collection of flannel shirts. And, above all, they were your absolute best friends. Platonic soulmates, if you will.

‘We haven’t heard from you in three days.’ Damian elbowed past you, swaying into your apartment.

‘We thought you were dead,’ Alex chimed in.

You folded your arms tightly across your chest, watching as your band-mates sauntered in. You didn’t intentionally spend three consecutive days locked in your apartment - it just sort of happened. You and Steve had met up on Friday for a drink, and he was still here on Wednesday. Time sure did fly when you were getting fucked by a super soldier.

‘I’ve been busy.’ You muttered.

‘Doing what?’

‘Her new boyfriend, probably.’

‘He’s not my-’ you paused. Was Steve your boyfriend? You hadn’t that conversation yet.

You hadn’t had a boyfriend for a long time. You weren’t short of casual flings - not by any means. It was simply that you hadn’t met anyone worth giving the time of day. And Steve Rogers, you found, was worth giving every second of every one of the rest of your living days.

‘Is he hot?’ Damian asked.

‘Very.’

‘Can we see - ‘

‘- sweetheart, have you seen my shirt?’

You felt the air leave your lungs when a shirtless Steve Rogers exited your bedroom. It was partially to do with what a glorious sight it was and half to do with the fact he hadn’t met any of your friends yet. And, aside from Sam and Bucky, you hadn’t met any of his either.

It wasn’t because you were ashamed; rather, it was au contraire. Whatever this thing was, it was close to your heart and it was close to his. It was your little secret; a tiny world you’d built together. It was too precious to expose to the world - not yet.

Steve stopped talking when he saw the two other men in the penthouse. He recognised them from the photos on your wall. Except, in the pictures, they were sharing the same, menacing glare that you had. Now, they were grinning like two Cheshire cats.

‘Fuck my life,’ you murmured quietly, hiding your face in your hands, before taking a sharp breath and gesturing between the three. ‘Steve, this is Damian and Alex.‘

‘Right, great to meet you guys.’ Steve, momentarily forgetting his shirtlessness, flashed his beautiful smile, sticking his hand out for them to shake.

‘Believe me, Captain America. The pleasure is all mine.’

‘My eyes have been blessed-’

‘- right, that’s it!’ You snapped. ‘You two, out! I’ll see you in the studio later.’

‘But we have so many questions, sweetheart.’ Your nostrils flared at the use of Steve’s nickname.

‘I will throttle you, Damian!’ You threatened, showing him towards the front door.

‘We love you, Y/N!’

You scrunched up your nose, opening the front door. ‘I love you too. Now fuck off.’

You let the door shut behind them, dropping your back against it. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan as you slid down it, collapsing into a pile on the floor. Steve, who was still stood in the centre of the room, pulled a face at you, as though he were pitying you.

‘Don’t look at me like that, Captain America.’ You pointed a finger at him.

‘I’m not looking at you like anything,’ he couldn’t hide the grin on his face. ‘You’re just so overdramatic. It’s very funny.’

‘I am not overdramatic!’

Steve shook his head and marched over to you, slamming his own back into the door with an over-dramatic groan. He slid downwards - exactly as you had - until he was sat next to you, mimicking your exact actions.

‘Does that look familiar, doll?’

‘It’s easy for you to say. You work with the Avengers, not Tweedledum and Tweedledee.’

‘They seem nice.’

‘I...’ you bit your lip, eyes wandering off ahead of you. ‘They called you my boyfriend.’

Steve furrowed his brow, his head dropping onto your shoulder. ‘Why do I get the feeling that you’re not ready to have that conversation?’

You took his hand on yours, playing with his fingers. They were almost twice the size of yours (and they did things, so many things) and you loved holding them. He towered over you in every way possible. You’d never been the kind of girl who wanted a man to protect her but with him, you didn’t mind so much.

‘I like what we have now. You and me, and no-one else.’ You murmured quietly. ‘The minute you put labels on things, it creates pressure.’

‘Pressure to do what? Be together?’ He tried to hide the coldness in his voice.

‘To take the next step!’ You said. ‘You start dating, then you’re official, then people expect you to get married and have babies-’

‘- Your bandmate called me your boyfriend. I didn’t propose to you.’ He stood up, and you immediately yearned for his touch as soon as it left you.

‘Steve,’ you grabbed onto the door handle, steadying yourself as you leapt up. ‘Commitment just freaks me out, okay? It always has.’

He bit his lip, eyes glued to the floor. ‘What are you saying?’

‘Nothing. I’m not saying anything-’ you took his hands in yours. ‘I’m just asking you to be patient with me. Please?’

Later that day, Steve was sat in his office at the compound. It had been a slow morning; there wasn’t much in the way of missions and the reports he’d been working on were dull. He kept picking up his phone, checking to see if you’d texted him.

He still smiled every-time, nonetheless. His background picture was one he’d taken of you; you’d gone on a date to Central Park, and he’d got a snap of you with ice cream on your nose, signature scowl on your face. You had a pair of dark-rimmed Ray-Bans resting on your nose, a black beanie covering your hair. It was his favourite picture of you, because you were adorable and terrifying in equal measures.

You still felt too good to be true. Before you, every attempt he’d taken at dating had been so complicated. Modern dating was a thousand times harder than it used to be. But, you were simple. You were so open about your feelings that he knew where he stood. It wasn’t exactly like you wore your heart on your sleeve but you were brutally honest. It surprised him sometimes, the way you just came out with things. The way you just said it how it was.

You’d left things up in the air that morning. You and Steve both had to get to your respective workplaces, and you hadn’t yet had the time to properly sit down and talk. Part of him was terrified for it – what if you were going to end it?

‘I need your advice, Buck.’

Bucky looked up from his laptop, a frown across his features. For a minute, Steve felt bad for distracting him from his work, before he saw the Sims 4 loading screen on his desktop.

‘What’s up?’ He asked. ‘Your girl getting you down?’

‘She’s not my girl,’ he shot back. ‘I mean…Y/N freaked out this morning when one of her bandmates called me her boyfriend.’

‘You’ve met Alex and Damien?!’ Bucky’s eyes widened, but he quickly cleared his throat. ‘I mean – not relevant. What did she say after?’

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. ‘Told me she had some issues, asked me to be patient. I think it kinda opened a can of worms.’

Bucky paused, drawing the end of his pen along the table as he thought for a minute. ‘Figures. I think she’s right – you guys have been pretty intense. She probably just needs some time to find her bearings.’

‘What if I’m waiting for something that’s never gonna happen?’

‘Is she worth the wait?’ His friend raised his eyebrows. ‘Only you can decide that.’

Across the city, you were in the studio. You were sat on top of a piano, a guitar resting in your lap as you quietly strummed at it, waiting for inspiration to hit you. You were three quarters of the way through finishing the particular record that the band had been working on – but the last part was dragging. Your mind was a thousand miles away as it was, the face of a particular super soldier at the forefront of your mind.

‘You got anything?’ Damian called across from you. He was sat at his drumkit, occasionally whacking at a cymbal hopelessly.

‘Nope.’ You replied ‘I was thinking something like this-‘

‘-we have company!’ Alex announced, entering the room.

You glanced up from your guitar, eyes widening when you saw that Steve was with him. He shared a similar expression to you – nervous, perhaps. You cleared your throat and put the guitar to the side, hopping off the piano. Your boots clipped the key on the way down, a few notes emitting from the instrument as you walked across the room to face him.

‘We’re going to go and talk outside.’ You announced. You took Steve’s hand, pulling him out the room.

You exited the studio, heading out into the backlot of the building. The ground was wet with rain, a few droplets still falling from the sky. The sky was grey, air still thick with damp from the weather. You leant against the wall, boots crunching under the gravel of the ground, scrunching your nose up as a gust of wind hit your face.

‘I’m sorry that I freaked out this morning.’ You finally broke the silence between you. ‘I just…I guess I that I was enjoying that little bubble that we were living in a bit too much.’

Steve smiled, nodding. ‘I know. Me too, doll.’

‘It’s just that things are going so well between us that it freaks me out.’ You continued. ‘Because I know that means it’s going to become serious.’

‘So, what are you thinking now? Where do you want to go with this? With us?’ He took a step closer to you.

‘Every time that I’ve got to this point in a relationship before, I’ve ended it.’ You sighed, but immediately panicked when you saw the look on his face. ‘Oh god, I should not have lead with that – I mean…You’re the first person I’ve met that I want to take that step with. It freaks me out but I want to do it. You just gotta me halfway, yeah?’

Steve’s face softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his chest. The action was soft, filled with relief and maybe – just maybe – love.

‘So, does this mean I can officially call you my girlfriend?’

You nodded, beaming. ‘I might freak out the first few times you do it, but of course.’

You pressed your lips to his, hands running through his soft hair. You both fell back against the wall, but you broke the kiss before it could become too heated. You knew where it was going and you weren’t going to put it past you and the super soldier to try and find somewhere to get off in the studio.

‘We gotta back to work,’ you sighed. ‘But I was thinking – the guys have been banging on at me all day about wanting to meet the rest of the Avengers.’

‘That’s funny,’ Steve chuckled, ‘because Bucky has been secret fangirling over them.’

‘Maybe we could go out for drinks?’ You asked. ‘Tomorrow night?’

He pressed another kiss to your lips. ‘It’s a date.’

‘Good.’ You beamed at him. ‘D’you get a cab here?’

You fumbled around in your pockets, producing a lighter, a crumpled-up piece of paper and a set of keys. You tossed the keys to him, and Steve caught them. He’d been dropping hints about wanting to ride your bike again – it was the other thing he’d been obsessed with since the night you two met.

‘Take my bike.’ You said. ‘I think it needs to be ridden by someone who doesn’t grind its gears.’

‘And here I was, thinking you couldn’t get any better.’

You rolled your eyes, pressing one last kiss to his cheek. ‘Now go! I’ve finally had some inspiration for a song that I’ve been stuck on.’

Was it soon to be writing songs about him? Probably. Did you care? Absolutely not.

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