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a/n. low-key forgot to specify the timeframe but this is like, a couple days after the sex.

“You know, I’d really fuck the shit out of Riddler.”

“Can we bring back shame?” Mark lowers his comic book, expression scrunched into a grimace as he stares at you from where he’s lounged on your bedroom floor, the edge of his T-shirt raised just enough to showcase his rippling abs and that deep, deep V.

“I’d suck the tip clean off.” You’re unbothered by his audible gag, simply focused on the crack of paper as you turn the page, your legs extended and crossed at the ankles, your toes wiggling in your socks and you let out a bashful giggle, biting lightly down on the nail of your index finger as your eyes rove over the panels. Your eyes focus on the bright colours, occasionally flitting towards Mark’s seething expression.

“I’m disturbed.” He announces, before lifting himself from the floor, muscles flexing as he stretched his arms overhead and he sets his comic down on the bedside table, before prying yours from your hands and tossing it into your desk with freaky accuracy.

Gorgeous brown eyes stare at you from beneath long lashes, gaze roving over you and the way you lounge so lazily across your bed, a double chin formed at the way your head is propped up by pillows.

“You’re gonna get a neck pain like that.” Mark huffs, before moving to stand at the edge of your bed, hands wrapping around your ankles and he tugs you roughly, your head sliding off the pillow and he moves to straddle your hips. Hands slide up your arms, fingers lace with yours and he pins your hands to the soft covers and he cracks a grin.

“How’s college?” Mark inquires. “Mom says you’re an overachiever.”

“Define ‘overachiever’.” You peer up at Mark through your lashes, your gaze locked on his, and goddamn, your brain’s melting the more you focus on how warm his hands are against yours. Fingers laced with yours, folded over one another like they belong there, his lashes fluttering with each blink and the curve of his smile as he just looks at you.

Not doing anything.

Just looking.

And you’re starting to think Pinterest was right when he brings a hand up, gently picking an eyelash from your cheek before he fists his hand, brushing it against your chin and he mimics an explosion.

And the laughter just bubbles from you, your head tipped back as giggles fall from your lips, and he shifts his body, wrapping his arms around your waist and he pulls you onto him. Your knees dimpling the sheets on either side of you, his face pressed into the curve of your neck, lips ghosting over the supple skin that has an indentation by a bra strap too tight and Mark’s teeth bite into the elastic, tugging it from your shoulder and he presses his lips against the mark left behind.

His lips are soft.

Hands cradle you like you’re something delicate, like you haven’t been his biggest bully for majority of his life, and you melt against him.

Muscular arms keeping you pressed against him, your soft thighs bracketing his hips and you press your lips against his temple.

“I didn’t think heroes had the free time to dick around like this.” You hum with a snort, your hands shifting, cupping Mark’s face as you lift yourself, pulling one of the pillows absentmindedly to prop his head up and he watches you with soft, heart eyes.

“It’s Saturday.” He answers you, hands bracketing your hips. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” He pauses. “Until night time. Then I have no time.”

“My mom said we can patrol tonight if it’s okay with your mom.” Your giggle is melodious, it’s sweet and messy all at once. His eyes rove over the curve of your lips, the dimples in your cheeks and the way your eyes crease at the corners. He likes the way your necklace dangles so carelessly, he loves the way your eyes watch the sun and he just loves.

He's known you for over a decade and he can’t think of a single thing he hasn’t fallen in love with.

“When did you get so… pretty?”

Mark’s voice is a soft, almost theatrical whisper, his thumbs brushing along the soft flesh of your hips where your shirt had ridden up. “You look like an angel…”

“It’s the sunlight.” You snort at him, a grin curling your glossy lips. That warm, summer-y smile that has his breath stuttering in his lungs, your hand shifting to cradle his cheek, your palm warm against his flesh.

“No.” He lets out a breathless laugh. “No, like… you look like a fucking painting right now.”

“Wait, like, really?” Your brows furrow.

“Yeah, like… that painting of— you look like a Monet.” He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to the softness of your palm. And there’s a warmth that burns at his belly when your head tips, a light and easy smile creeping onto your face.

“You’re really beautiful…”

The sweetest silence settles between the two of you, and Mark hums softly. He never thought loving someone could be this easy. He knows it’s not too soon. It never could be when it’s you.

“Which painting?” You hum softly, leaning forward and your lips press against his cheek.

“Bitch—” Mark huffs. “Just touch my wiener.”

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“I’m not a furry but—”

“You’re gonna say the most furry thing ever.”

“The shark could get it.”

Mark lets out a heavy breath, eyes shutting and he takes a moment. Before looking at you, expression distasteful and he grimaces.

“Can we never watch ‘The Reef 2’ without you wanting to fuck an actual shark?”

Mark watches the way you shovel a handful of chips into your mouth, your gaze locked on his and he should be turned off, but the way your grin grows as you shake your head, mischief in your actions as you giggle.

“No.” You snort. “No we can not.”

“Sick freak.” He grunts under his death, reaching over, a pudgy thumb wiping away the crumbs from the corner of your mouth, absentmindedly bringing his thumb to his lips, licking away the salt before turning his attention back to the screen of your TV.

And your lips purse and you try to ignore the way your pulse flutters, instead focusing on shuffling more comfortably, your back pressing against your puffed up pillows and you swallow.

“That’s gross. I don’t know where your thumb was.”

“It’s gonna be in your ass if you don’t stop fucking with me.” Mark takes another handful of chips, his toes wiggling in those stupid fucking Hot Wheels socks.

And you swallow.

“Say ‘no homo’.”

The leer Mark gives you is something nightmares and very, very dark fantasies are made of and he takes a slow slurp of his smoothie, lips pursed around the straw. And he simply turns his attention back to the screen, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his smile hidden but the dimple in his cheek pops.

“Mark, say ‘no homo’!”

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“Oh my God.” Mark grunts. “Why did I agree to this?”

His knees and palms dimple your mattress, powdery blue sheet refusing to bend to his will, edges popping off the corners of your mattress and you hum, lips curled as you keep your eyes glued to that stupidly perky ass.

“I don’t know but I’m loving the Invinci-cheeks.”

Mark glares at you over his shoulder, the tips of his ears burning a furious red as he clenched his jaw, annoyance only spiking at the way your grin widens.

“Yeah, look back at me.” You tease.

And Mark huffs. “Same way you looked back at me?”

The silence is deafening, your obnoxious slurping stilling and you swallow, sucking in your cheeks and Mark doesn’t know why the act makes him a little breathless. He’s seen you do it countless times when you’re speechless, unable to come up with an immediate retort but he swallows hard.

“That’s a pretty fucked up thing to say.” You whisper, your heart beating erratically pounding behind your rib cage because did you actually look back at him?

And Mark lets out a huff, finally managing to spread the sheet comfortably enough, and you plop down, internally gloating at the way he silently stews at the creases that form in the sheet.

“Why’re you making me make your bed?” Mark huffs, muscular arms crossing over his chest. “It’s the middle of the day.”

“Because, dear, naïve Mark, when you leave, I’m gonna take an 8 hour nap and wake up on a plane of existence higher than yours.” And you stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn and Mark’s eyes drop to where your shirt rides up, exposing the soft skin of your belly, and his arm reaches out, a warm hand splayed across your tummy. It’s sweet and a little weird, but you like the way the heat seems to sink into your navel, warming you up like some kind of humanoid toaster.

“That’s nice.” You sigh softly, your lashes fluttering and you rest back, your back flush against the memory phone and your head lolls, gaze falling on Mark and the way he looks at you like you’ve personally designed and hung the stars in the sky.

“You’re so—”

“Do you have a foreskin?”

Mark’s expression falls. “Can we not have a single nice moment without you ruining it?”

Your lips purse and your brows furrow like you’re deep in thought before you shake your head. “No, m’sorry. I can’t see that happening for us.”

He would be annoyed if that devious little smile on your lips didn’t make his tummy tense, and his hand reaches for the front of his jeans.

“You wanna check if I have a foreskin?” He questions and once you nod, you’re wishing you didn’t. Because seeing Mark undo his buckle with one, nimble hand, is a religion you weren’t sure you’d ever find yourself being a part of but holy fuck, you could watch him do that for hours.

Mark frees his cock. Easily, and lazily pushing the waistband of his boxers down and he shifts comfortably. You’d think it’d be less impressive because he’s soft but no. Not at all.

A pretty, flushed pink head, just a little bit darker at the base with a teensy bit of skin that overlaps just the ridges of his tip and you purse your lips.

“Is now a bad time to tell you I can’t tell the difference between cut and uncut when they’re soft?” You peer up at Mark through your lashes, shifting a bit more comfortably and he lets out a huff of a laugh.

“Here’s the scar,” He hums, moving just a bit closer and he shows you that barely imperceptible scar, right near his tip, “see?”

You don’t know what convinces you to do it. You really don’t.

But you’re tracing your thumb over the scar, peering up at him through your lashes and your eyes are so soft, so concerned.

“Who did this to you?”

“Oh my fucking God.”

The laugh bubbles from him easily, his head tipping back and you watch the curve of his throat as he laughs, shoulders shaking and lips curling. Pearly teeth showcased, and the dimples in his cheeks deepen, accompanied by a healthy little flush and he snorts, before looking back down at you.

He watches the way you watch him, teeth biting down on your bottom lip to hide your smile but he can see the way your cheeks turn rosy the longer you watch him.

And you look back down, tracing your thumb over the scar once again. Feeling the subtle change in texture.

“It’s a cool scar though.” You hum. “Kinda makes your dick look like a hammerhead.”

Mark nearly loses it when you begin to hum the Jaws theme, biting the inside of his cheek to stifle the laughter but it all comes to a grinding halt when his dick twitches, and your lips part, watching as a bead of precum slowly drips from his slit. And he swallows.

“Do you get hard when people make jokes?” You raise a brow, scooping up the bead and watching the way it rests so comfortably on the pad of your index finger, and he shakes his head.

“Only you.” He inhales sharply when you trace that divot with your finger, his brows furrowing and he tries to keep his hips from twitching, anchoring them down to the bed instead of letting them crave the contact.

Your lips purse in concentration, before you hum quietly.

“You gave me head but I never got to do it to you.” You state with a hum, nails tracing patterns on his thigh, and he can feel the ticklish sensation through the denim of his jeans and he swallows.

“You— uh-um… You don’t have to. I don’t mind if you’re not into that…—”

“I am.” You reassure, eyes lowered and watching the way his cock stiffens, blood rushing all the way to the appendage as it flushes a pretty, rosy pink and your hand wraps around his base.

Your hand’s all warm, all soft and delicate-fingered. The cool metal of your rings make his skin prickle and his hips are jutting before either of you can say anything, cum spurting across the front of your T-shirt, as well as creamy ribbons that reach all the way up to the curve of your jaw.

And you swallow.

“I— fuck, m’so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” Mark’s breath stutters when your head dips, your eyes locked on his and your tongue drags along the tip of his cock, wet muscle flicking against his slit. And his hands fist the sheet.

“Finish making my bed.” You lift yourself from where you’re resting, unbothered by the mess on your throat and you make your way towards your en suite, closing the door behind you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Internally panicking and you have to fight to get your nerves steady.

And your lips purse, an intrusive thought causing you to drag your digit through the messy spent on your throat, and you bring your finger to your lips. Tasting the peculiar taste. Brows knitting as you try to place the flavours. Sweet. A little bit bitter, and so, so warm.

Mark stares at the bathroom door, his heart pounding in his chest before he grabs his phone, bated breaths slipping past his lips and he pants hard. Thumbs flying across his keyboard and his leg bounces.

Invinci-bitch: “Tell Cecil I’m not coming.”

Invinci-bitch: “Space flu or whatever.”

Rex takes a while to respond.

Rex Splooge: “Space herpes. Got it 👌”

Fuck. Mark discards his phone, tucking himself back into his boxers before continuing to make your bed, although, big brown eyes keep glancing towards the bathroom door.

He’d really prefer to not have ‘space herpes’.

But he’ll take what he gets.

Especially if what he gets, involves that plush, shit-talking mouth wrapping around his cock.

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“William, she’s making my hands sweaty.”

Mark’s voice is hoarse, wiping his sweaty palms on the surface of his shorts for what could be the eighth time this hour, eyes darting towards where you’re helping clean up the kitchen, a mess after Mark’s 13th birthday party. A few neighbours kids, maybe a handful of classmates he liked and a mess of wrapping paper that you’d suggested he keep.

“Yeah.” William slurps on his milkshake, blueberry tinting the inner bits of his lips a slight blue. “Me and your dad were mocking you for it.”

And Mark huffs.

“Of course you were.” And he glances back towards you, your arms submerged in soapy hot water, lips curled into a grin as you chat so easily with Nolan, who’s rough hands remain drying the dishes. “She’s so… pretty.”

Mark’s lips curl at the memory, eyes focused on you as you continue swiping through your For You page, attention entirely captured by the sight of makeup brushes, gently brushing against some stupidly overpriced mic, accompanied by gentle taps against the stand. His arm remains tossed over your belly, cheek pressed against your shoulder and a leg wrapped around yours. His warm palm, pressed against your even warmer tummy.

And he swallows.

“I think Mark’s got a crush on you.” Nolan’s voice is quiet, hands wrapped up in a plaid kitchen cloth, the bright crimson standing out against his muscular forearms. “Look.” And you follow Nolan’s gaze towards Mark.

Surrounded by kids, opening birthday presents and giving toothy grins and sweet ‘thank you’s.

And your expression softens.

“Mr Nolan, if Mark likes me, it’s because he’s never spoken to another girl before.” You snort. “He’d have a crush on William if William was a girl.”

And you glance back towards Mark, catching his gaze and you watch the way his lips curl, perfect teeth displayed and God, your heart clenches in your chest. And you smile back, trying to play off the way those rosy apples make your face heat up.

“Your heartbeat got sooooooooooooooo fast.” Nolan whispers, almost conspiratorially. And you glare up at Nolan.

“I’ll make him dress up as Duct-Tape Man.” You threaten and Nolan’s eyes narrow at you. And you snort out a laugh.

“Why’d you get so mad about that in the first place, sir?” You question.

“He used the good tape.”

“It wasn’t because you were the only girl I spoke to.” Mark speaks up, swallowing heavy and he glances up towards your face, eyes roving over your features and ultimately, landing on the curve of your bottom lip. So plump. So inviting.

“Huh?” You question, a brow raising and you pause the video on your phone, screen displaying, ‘GRWM FOR CONFRONTING MY BF ABOUT CHEATING ON ME W/ MY BD’.

“When you told my dad I would only like you because you’re the only girl I spoke to.” He whispers softly. “That wasn’t why.” His warm grip tightens on your waist, fingers pressing into the soft, squishy flesh.

“It was because you were the only girl I wanted to talk to.”

There’s a knot in your belly, your lashes fluttering with each slow, cat-like blink you give Mark and you feel the way his heartbeat gets faster. His breathing deepening and his eyes flicker towards your lips, brows knitting in a way that could only be described as longingly before he meets your gaze again.

Puppy eyes soft and loving.

“You’re still the only girl I wanna talk to.”

Your expression softens, lashes fluttering so prettily and you swallow, the corners of your lips tugging downwards and you can feel your eyes becoming a little bit glossier.

“What about William?” Your voice is sweet, and so soft, and it would’ve sounded earnest if he didn’t understand you. And he snorts.

“William doesn’t count.” He huffs out a laugh, his hand leaving your belly to cradle the side of your face, wiping away that fat rivulets before it an even reach the curve of your cheek and his lips curve into a soft smile.

Before he teases you.

“Now say something nice about me.” He nudges you, shifting over you until your thighs are on either side of his hips, one hand bracing your hio whike the other presses against your cheek.

“You too, are the only girl I wanna talk to.” You snort and Mark rolls his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek to hide the grin that threatens to make his cheeks dimple in that adorably dorky way.

“I’m a man.” He corrects.

“You’re a boy at best.” You huff.

And he leans in, the ball of his nose brushing against yours, breath ghosting over your lips.

“Oh really?” He hums. “You wanna see how much of a man I am?”

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Bakugo Katsuki x GN! Reader || fluff, miscellaneous headcanons

Summary: random headcanons because it’s The Time Of Year when I want to rewatch mha again,,,

A/N: these don’t have a specific timeline set so you can imagine them whenever, pre-war, post-war, pro-hero time etc etc. buuut there is a hc that mentions the dying thing, but it doesn’t tie into anything else so if you want to be like me and pretend it didn’t happen from time to time then. you can! hooray

will share his clothes with you if it makes you happy. does not share his socks though. do not fw that man’s socks. anywho, most of your closet is now hoodies you’ve stolen and/or hoodies he’s made you take because he likes seeing you in them.

if we’re including adult hcs, or just post death thing he makes a lot of veteran jokes, heart issue jokes, death jokes etc. like ‘I did not die for this’ and such. he thinks he’s so funny(he is) but it makes everyone bristle 😭😭

he’s BRUTAL when you play games. mf is NOT letting you win to be romantic, he’s going all in to win with no remorse. looooves being competitive with you. it’s like his enrichment time fr

he light heartedly makes jabs at you but if someone else joins in he goes absolutely rabid. no one screws with you without him losing his marbles. he completely believes you can stand up for yourself, and if you reallyyyy want him to stop he will, but he’ll still fume from the sidelines

I believe he’d let u do his nails. it probably won’t stay pretty for long considering how much he does with his hands, but he’ll begrudgingly let you do manicures and such on him. he does (not-so)secretly enjoy the attention though, so he subtly tries to encourage you lol

If he can, imo he’d probably randomly pick you up. and more often than not he can, so he will indeed randomly grab you. idk I just see him as that sort of bf 😭😭 like a small dog randomly being picked up LMAOO

he’d wear matching bracelets/necklaces/etc. he’ll act disgruntled but will refuse to take it off afterwards. if anyone around him gives him crap for it he bites their head off too 🙂‍↔️

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Aventurine x GN! Reader || fluff, headcanons

Summary: random headcanons about Aventurine <3

A/N: this isn’t proof read and I don’t have the motivation to polish this so um. enjoy the yapping

Loves physical touch. Is always trying to touch you in some way. Leaning on you, having a hand on your arm, etc

he’s all talk when it comes to being spicy—when u actually get down and dirty he’s a lot softer and more nervous

you can not take this man to ANY shop. if he sees your eye lingering on something for slightly too long he’s going to come back to you with that item and more

loves yapping with/at you. you two can talk for hourssss without getting bored

he kind of loves spilling tea and listening to you spill tea.

gets a bit antsy when you’re away from each other for too long. if he could, he’d absolutely drop everything to come to you and spend some time w u

loves pampering you and being pampered BY you. he’s more than happy sponsor spa trips, manicures, etc for you both

veeeery very nervous about accidentally upsetting you. he does everything he can to make sure you’re never angry with him because he’s convinced you’ll leave him

this man will NOT leave you alone. is constantly keeping an eye on you or sending you little check in texts(also occasionally uses the check ins as a gateway to send you money jsjsjs)

very vocal with his love for you. both around you and around others. the people around him have had ENOUGH of him yapping about you but he refuses to stop 😭😭

quite soft around u. if u tell him to shut up he does 💔💔

it took AGES for u two to get past the sort of fwb stage. he was super scared to open up to you and actually put a label on your relationship so for a while u two were kinda js dancing around it

eventually tho when he did acknowledge it properly he’s been stuck to you like Velcro

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Sunday x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: After a stressful couple days, Sunday asked you to wash his hair. 🦭

A/N: I’m falling for the Sunday propaganda plz save me

It had taken ages to get Sunday to trust you. Albeit many gifts and hours spent together later, your hard work had paid off. Sunday had lowered his carefully constructed walls, allowing you to weasel your way into finding a place in his heart. Nowadays, he can’t fathom why he used to push you away—you were far too sweet to discard.

He’d come to trust you enough to let you wash his hair, and groom his wings. More often than not, he’d do it himself—taking time to sit in front of the mirror to smooth down his soft, pillowy feathers or stand under the shower in silence as the water ran through his hair, down his back. Now, though, he didn’t have to do it completely alone. He quite enjoyed it when you helped him, actually.

At first, he hadn’t been completely sold on the idea. It was a lot of trust that he had to place in you, to let you look after him for a bit.

He’d have to surrender himself to you and lower his guard, and that felt mildly off putting at a stage. Despite his initial hesitance, the first time you actually rinsed his hair and tended to his wings, he knew he was hooked.

The gentle nature of your touch was something he’d always found himself appreciating, and he hoped and prayed that he could offer you the same feeling, but now that he knew what it was like to be pampered by the very same hands that brought him so much comfort in his day to day life, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sunday was much too sheepish to outright ask you to bathe with him, especially not often, so the activity has been reserved for special occasions, by his own doing.

Tonight was one of those occasions.

Being the man that Sunday was, he had a lot on his plate, all the time. There were very few moments in which he could take refuge from his work and truly rest. Even in his free time, his mind was often plagued by anxieties about his upcoming tasks.

Recently, though, he’d been under extra strain especially. And so, logically, he’d come to you for comfort.

You raked your fingers across his scalp, hands lathered in some pleasant smelling shampoo that Sunday had chosen. His eyes were shut, sitting peacefully in the water of the bath. Steam clouded the mirrors, and left little beads of water dripping down the walls.

It was mostly silent, aside from a soft melody playing in the background that Sunday had put on before getting into the tub.

Once, you’d been hesitant to touch Sunday’s wings. You weren’t sure if they’d be too sensitive, or if he’d tell you off for it, perhaps—now, though, you touched them with little uncertainty.

So long as you were gentle, like you were being now, you could touch them all you wanted.

His feathers were so soft, almost unbelievably so. They twitch and shift under your grasp, but not for a bad reason; more so that it was mildly ticklish, despite how much you’d touched them in the past already.

You hear Sunday exhale quietly as you rub behind his ears, and along the topside of his wings. His faith in you always brings a smile to your face, leaving a warm, comforting feeling in your heart.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

Thank you for what, you’re tempted to ask, but you get the sense that you already know what for—you. You, being with him. You, taking the time to care for him. You, having the patience to stick by him, even when it gets difficult.

You simply murmur a soft ‘mhm’ in response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resuming your motions. You needn’t say more.

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Sunday x GN! Reader || fluff, drabble thingies

Summary: just,,, yapping about Sunday

A/N: rah I love him. Sunday plz come home ily. Not proofread. feel free to take inspiration from these for a fic if you’d like, I don’t mind !!

sunday LOVES you. we all know that, but i mean hes SO doting. to him, you have no imperfections. have you seen the way he loves Robin?? he'd absolutely go above and beyond for you :(

he makes an effort to be forgiving of you. whenever you do something that ticks him off, he utilises his well practiced patience to soothe his irritation.

i've been seeing stuff like this going around, and i just want to say he would NOT hit you or hurt you on purpose in any way. hes careful to not hurt you at all, let alone resorting to laying hands on you.

he adores being able to learn from you and experience things with you at his side. ever since his exile(?? i think thats the word) from penacony, he's been exposed to so many new things. there's no one else he'd rather experience it with, only you.

he doesnt care too much about your appearance. of course, he appreciates when you do dress up or make an effort to look nice, and he'll vocalise his feelings by complimenting you as much as he can. but overall he isn't too bothered. you're magnificent to him, even if in reality you look a bit disheveled. it doesnt matter to him.

i can see him as very veeery chivalrous. holding doors for you, frequent gifts when he can get them, helping you get ready in the mornings if you'll allow him, offering you his coat when there's a chilly breeze—all that sort of stuff :3

he's super gentle with you, in any scenario. you can expect loving, tender kisses and light touches from him rather than anything too rough.

honestly he'd probably be delighted if you ended up getting along with Robin. you and Robin are his favourite people, so of course he'd be thrilled to know that you all get along well.

overall he is very sweet 10/10. my little meow meow

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Sunday that flutter his little wings everytime he sees you. He does it unintentionally because he's too excited and happy when he sees you. Especially when he gets nervous talking to you or maintaining eye contact, his wings will flap uncontrollably. Or when he can feel his face heating up and getting so red he thwacks his face with his wings to cover his reddening cheeks.

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human reader, mild spoilers for 2.4/5/6

A deep sigh from just behind him has Jiaoqiu pausing in patting dry his feet, still tingling from the snowmelt chill of the river nearest to the campsite.

The sensation of you - well you wouldn't know to call it that, but grooming his tail, smoothing the strands even as you occasionally buried your face in the warm fur, making sounds that by now didn't even warrant an ear flicking your way to see what they were, they were so familiar - rose back to the forefront as you sighed again, rubbed your cheek against the voluminous pink fluff.

He waited. You pillowed your head heavily, almost irritatingly so, while also hugging his tail. And then there was another little sigh.

He leaned an elbow on his knee, twisting his ear back to hear you over the whispering water. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, bright, a shiver going up his back as a splash caught up higher up on his calf, almost wetting his rolled-up trousers.

He could feel you pouting, turning your face the other way, strands of fur moving with you and tangling with your hair.

It made him snicker even before you said. "Sometimes I wish I had a tail too."

You eased your grip when he jerked it a bit towards his body, making enough give so it didn't tug so oddly when you laid on it again. "And why's that?"

"I mean, if I was foxian I'd at last have the ears," you conceded considering tailless foxians like Feixiao who never seemed to suffer more than ridicule for the lack. "But you use it for so many things." There was so much body language associated with Foxian tails. "Sometimes, I know immediately if you're uncomfortable, and you twitch it just a little when you're happy," you voice was so mushily fond, it made Jiaoqiu practically wince with embarrassment right there. He could feel his ear flicking with it. Especially when you mentioned that he wagged his tail.

"Obviously it's nice to hold, so soft. Oh, I can even tell when you want something, especially food." You chuckled, only to trail off and sigh again. "I wish it was that easy for you to tell when I'm happy, or when I think you're so cute I could just eat you up."

He can feel you stiffen slightly when you realize your choice of words, which is a bit funny, but he doesn't mention it. It doesn't frighten him, and there were more important things to say.

"I already know when you're happy, or when you're sad," Jiaoqiu reached back, slower than before so as not to appear too clumsy as he groped for your hands. Everything of him was suddenly softer, his smile a little shy and reminding you of the kinds of flowers that grew in the cliff cracks of Meilin Peaks. "When you're impatient you lean on your heels, and when you're excited you balance on your toes." That was easy to notice, especially when you stood next to him. "I have plenty of ways to tell when your appetites are more like a tiger's than a human's, and you're just fine to cuddle," he recovered, rounding back with a more typical tease even as his cheeks heated.

But as he'd known, you perked up, lightly also warmed by his gentle mocking, although he hoped you could tell he didn't hate it when you behaved a little more wildly with him.

You coughed, throat suddenly dry, and Jiaoqiu was handing you a thermos, not smirking, but you could feel the self-satisfied lift at the tip of his tail. Menace, you smiled as cold water soothed the cough.

"I suppose all couples have things they just know, and things that still need to be said," you admitted quietly, handing Jiaoqiu back the thermos, pressing it into his palm and watching carefully before letting it go.

"Luck you, I've got plenty to say."

This time, it was you reaching over to press one of his hands. Yeah, you were pretty lucky he'd somehow stuck around.

"If you really mind, we could always try getting you a tail for your Immersia persona."

You groaned. "No. I hate it. It's a total waste of time."

"Moze's beating your high score in the new fishing minigame.

Your eye twitched, and Jiaoqiu's prim posture told you he knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm going to get fired if I try catching up to him."

"Oh please, they never fire diviners. He's got an oarfish the night we left." He was grinning now, the tip of one fang showing and his ears set back playfully.

"I changed my mind. I'm not going back there."

"Even for me?" he fluttered his eyelashes, the barest hint of dull gold gleaming from under his eyelashes.

You grumbled and growled and combed back the strands of his tail you'd ruffled out of place. "Only for you."

But you were smiling as he wagged his tail, just a tiny bit.

[bakubonez]

mayhaps would you write as little or as much as you’d want of dan heng x reader and how they slowly work their way into his everyday life??? Perchance the fic generally begins with reader’s arrival on the express and extends into how either of them confessed and how they’re an inseparable part of dan heng’s life now （╹◡╹）I am so sorry for the long ass request lol

Dan Heng x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: After inserting yourself into Dan Heng’s daily life, eventually he comes to enjoy your company—perhaps a bit too much.

A/N: HOORAY I was so excited to read this request, it was a lot of fun to do 🦭 I hope you like it, I wrote it while a little bit eepy so hopefully it isn’t too bad 🙏 also the trailblazer is considered as a separate entity from the reader so,, there is a wild Stelle/Caelus running around on the express

Your arrival on the express had sort of been anticipated, considering how much time you’d been spending with the Nameless since you met them—but that didn’t mean that Dan Heng was entirely happy with the concept. It wasn’t personal, he didn’t mind you as a person, he just wasn’t the most eager to discover someone new had joined the crew.

Unfortunately(or perhaps fortunately) for Dan Heng, you attached yourself to him. He has no clue why you took to him, but you did, and he didn’t have the heart to tell you to screw off. Besides, you weren’t too much of a nuisance. Your annoyingness levels were similar to that of March 7th and the trailblazer, so it wasn’t anything he was unfamiliar with.

Wherever he goes, you seem to follow. The majority of your free time was spent acting as his shadow, poking around in the databank, lounging in the parlor car with him, and so on.

Your company isn’t bad and he eventually grows to tolerate you easily. He’d answer your questions with patience and allow you to just, well, be around him, without complaint.

Mostly everyone else on the express notices.

At first its just the wise Himeko and Mr. Yang who notice Dan Heng warming up to you, but eventually while March 7th and the trailblazer are up to their usual nonsense, they have their eureka moment, and suddenly everyone—except for you and Dan Heng—is on the same page.

After a while, some conflicting feelings start to brew within Dan Heng. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with them, but he knew that they were your fault. He hardly even realises it when he starts welcoming your presence in his life, and missing you dearly when you aren’t around.

You’d formed a habit of bringing him food to share, when he’d lock himself up in his room and work tirelessly on the databank. When you missed a meal with him, it left a feeling of disappointment in his chest. He’d started to look forward to your mealtimes with him.

Times when you leave, maybe to go out with March 7th and the trailblazer, or are on a separate part of the train doing chores, he tends to notice your absence—whether it be him having to eat breakfast alone or work in the databank without you, he always notices.

Dan Heng isn’t sure how to broach the topic. He considers asking Mr. Yang or perhaps Himeko for advice, but just thinking about it makes his skin burn a bit. And he’d rather clean the floors of the express with a toothbrush than have to tell March or the trailblazer about it. So, he’s left to deal with it alone until he gathers up the courage to tell you.

Every single time you’re around, he’s tempted to just come out with it. When you’re sitting next to him in his room, when you’re playing chess together, anything.

It’s excruciatingly painful for the rest of the Nameless to watch. They can all see how you fawn over Dan Heng, and how he dotes on your similarly, but they can’t do anything to speed up your hopeless pining and finally get you two to start a proper, committed relationship.

Much to their delight, though, Dan Heng does finally cough up his true feelings.

It wasn’t a particularly romantic setting. You two were just spending time together as you usually did, taking part in some mundane activity, but a slip of Dan Heng’s tongue changed it entirely.

He seemed almost as shocked as you were when he confessed to you, staring at you like a deer in headlights, like something had possessed him and made him tell you how he felt. He braced himself for some sort of rejection, but it… it never came.

In fact, rejection was the last thing on your mind—only giddy excitement.

After some mildly awkward back and forth, the pair of you discovered that hey, you two had been pining over each other for ages, and now the truth had finally come out. It was a relief.

Not much changed after you finally settled on a label for your relationship. The two of you were as close as ever. Of course, March was delighted—everyone was, really.

You became an inseparable couple, and neither of you could be happier.

[bakubonez]

★…𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 ! ❞

୨ৎ sum. random texts with bakugo as your boyfriend.

୨ৎ notes. use of ‘baby’, slight loverboy (?) katsuki, might be ooc but we never gaf 🙏

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[bakubonez]

Blank Space

Caelus x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: Caelus is bad at interior design. Maybe letting him stay in the cardboard box was a better idea.

A/N: wow this is proofread unlike my many other fics,,, based loosely off the most recent event thingy where the trailblazer gets their own room on the express. reminder to go do it if you haven’t already because it gives LOADS of stellar jade!!!

You were thrilled when March excitedly told you that Caelus was getting his own room on the express—especially such a spacious one! Putting him in the storage room was quite a good idea. It almost made you curse yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You were slightly less thrilled when he dragged you into renovating it with him. Sure, you were handy enough and the task of decorating on its own wasn’t a daunting one, but add having to help Caelus do it to the mix and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Everyone knows that you two adore each other. You truly are two peas in a pod. But really, Caelus’ style when it came to living spaces was… not ideal. Especially compared to your own. Listen, that man was sleeping in a cardboard box of all things with no issue prior to being graced with his own designated space on the express. Did anyone expect him to have interior design skills?

“No, that completely clashes with everything,” you argue, trying to steer Caelus away from the ugly, blinding colours that he seemed so intent of throwing into his room with no regard for a sense of coherency.

“It does not,” he argued, reluctantly letting go of his ‘dream’ to have pee yellow pillow cases and a miserable looking grey-yellow colour for his sheets. What was his obsession with ugly yellows? We’ll never know.

At some point, you and March had genuinely developed a mild concern for Caelus. No truly mentally sound person would make the creative decisions that he did. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his cardboard box. Giving him a room with free reign over what to do with it may have been a lapse in judgement.

Despite the hassle that reasoning with Caelus over room decor was, it paid off. After some time, and a lot of effort(like a ridiculous amount. It should not have been this difficult) from you and March, you finally find the happy medium between a layout that isn’t completely horrific and something that Caelus likes.

The room turns out to be quite cosy, and you find yourself being a little bit jealous of Caelus’ big bathtub. Though, he has welcomed you to use it yourself from time to time. You’ll most certainly be taking up that offer.

All in all, you and March—ahem, you, March, and Caelus, did a good job on decorating the space. It is a step up from the cardboard box.

Unfortunately, giving Caelus a luxury room all to himself isn’t going to stop him from dumpster diving and finding his way into the vents, but that’s his problem now, not yours.

Now, you can bask in the fruits of your labour and enjoy as many lavish baths as you want while he goes to cause trouble. Perhaps you’ll join him.

[bakubonez]

Sunday x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: After a stressful couple days, Sunday asked you to wash his hair. 🦭

A/N: I’m falling for the Sunday propaganda plz save me

It had taken ages to get Sunday to trust you. Albeit many gifts and hours spent together later, your hard work had paid off. Sunday had lowered his carefully constructed walls, allowing you to weasel your way into finding a place in his heart. Nowadays, he can’t fathom why he used to push you away—you were far too sweet to discard.

He’d come to trust you enough to let you wash his hair, and groom his wings. More often than not, he’d do it himself—taking time to sit in front of the mirror to smooth down his soft, pillowy feathers or stand under the shower in silence as the water ran through his hair, down his back. Now, though, he didn’t have to do it completely alone. He quite enjoyed it when you helped him, actually.

At first, he hadn’t been completely sold on the idea. It was a lot of trust that he had to place in you, to let you look after him for a bit.

He’d have to surrender himself to you and lower his guard, and that felt mildly off putting at a stage. Despite his initial hesitance, the first time you actually rinsed his hair and tended to his wings, he knew he was hooked.

The gentle nature of your touch was something he’d always found himself appreciating, and he hoped and prayed that he could offer you the same feeling, but now that he knew what it was like to be pampered by the very same hands that brought him so much comfort in his day to day life, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sunday was much too sheepish to outright ask you to bathe with him, especially not often, so the activity has been reserved for special occasions, by his own doing.

Tonight was one of those occasions.

Being the man that Sunday was, he had a lot on his plate, all the time. There were very few moments in which he could take refuge from his work and truly rest. Even in his free time, his mind was often plagued by anxieties about his upcoming tasks.

Recently, though, he’d been under extra strain especially. And so, logically, he’d come to you for comfort.

You raked your fingers across his scalp, hands lathered in some pleasant smelling shampoo that Sunday had chosen. His eyes were shut, sitting peacefully in the water of the bath. Steam clouded the mirrors, and left little beads of water dripping down the walls.

It was mostly silent, aside from a soft melody playing in the background that Sunday had put on before getting into the tub.

Once, you’d been hesitant to touch Sunday’s wings. You weren’t sure if they’d be too sensitive, or if he’d tell you off for it, perhaps—now, though, you touched them with little uncertainty.

So long as you were gentle, like you were being now, you could touch them all you wanted.

His feathers were so soft, almost unbelievably so. They twitch and shift under your grasp, but not for a bad reason; more so that it was mildly ticklish, despite how much you’d touched them in the past already.

You hear Sunday exhale quietly as you rub behind his ears, and along the topside of his wings. His faith in you always brings a smile to your face, leaving a warm, comforting feeling in your heart.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

Thank you for what, you’re tempted to ask, but you get the sense that you already know what for—you. You, being with him. You, taking the time to care for him. You, having the patience to stick by him, even when it gets difficult.

You simply murmur a soft ‘mhm’ in response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resuming your motions. You needn’t say more.

[bakubonez]

Sunday or dan heng x reader plsplspls

So down bad for these men

It doesn't matter what, i just need to kiss them and worship them so bad istg

Dan Heng x GN!reader || fluff

Summary: Dan Heng isn’t a fan of Sunday seemingly taking a shine to you. Jealousy sews its propaganda into his mind, and he needs a little bit of reassurance.

A/N: sorry for the shade I throw at Sunday thru out this, I’m still mad at him for not coming home 😇 I love Dan Heng he’s my baby

Dan Heng wasn’t the type of person to get jealous. Not easily, anyway. He was quite secure in his relationship, and he trusted you wholeheartedly to not take advantage of that. So far, you hadn’t given him a reason to retract his trust in you, and you didn’t have any plans to change that any time soon.

…Though, when a new handsome bachelor joined the express, it was difficult for Dan Heng to keep the seedlings of jealousy sewn into his heart from sprouting.

No, it wasn’t Caelus—he was far too busy being stupid to really catch your eye. No, no, the mild threat that had Dan Heng’s feathers ruffled was Sunday. Pun intended.

Initially when Sunday joined the express, he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms. After everything that had taken place on Penacony, the only person that was even remotely kind to him was Pom-Pom. And Shush, but Shush was nice to everyone so he doesn’t count right now.

Despite the rough start, Sunday had started to try to weasel his way into the little family that resided on the train. Dan Heng’s main concern was Sunday’s interest in you.

He’d occasionally catch you and Sunday chatting about new entries in the data bank, or chatting over a drink in the party car. Dan Heng knew you wouldn’t cheat—you wouldn’t stoop so low. Especially not with that… that… feathered creature. Regardless, the portions of time that you spent on Sunday when you could have been spending them with Dan Heng irked him a little bit. Just a little bit.

And, while he didn’t want to bring it up, you had noticed a very minute change in Dan Heng. Not a bad one, necessarily, but a change regardless. He started to seem a bit clingier. From keeping you in bed to hold you for longer or going as far as to hug you against him around the others, especially Sunday, you had picked up on his changed demeanour. He was still as loving and level-headed as always, just a tad bit more demanding.

With him resting his head on your chest, eyes closed but not asleep quite yet, you opt to bring it up. You wouldn’t prod too hard if he didn’t want to talk about it—after all, maybe he had just subconsciously started yearning for you more. But, you’d try to figure out what was going on regardless.

“You okay?” You ask carefully, twirling his layered hair around your fingers idly.

“Mmh?” he mumbles, face still buried against your shirt.

You take his inconclusive response as an invitation to go on.

“You just seem a little bit different recently. Not-not like a bad different, just…” you trail off.

Dan Heng shifts to look up at you, striking eyes meeting your own as you speak. “I am fine,” he assures you. “I don’t like Sunday.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you ask, a little bit bewildered by his declaration. You weren’t Sunday’s biggest fan either, but you didn’t mind at least being polite to him.

Dan Heng mumbled to himself non-committally, a very faint red tinging his ears.

Well, now you’re both confused. You’re trying to decode his grumbling, and he’s trying to put his feelings into words without sounding like an idiot.

“I don’t… I don’t think I like how much time you spend with Sunday,” he said finally, drawing you out of your thoughts and allowing you both to return to the conversation you were trying to have before the two of you were knocked off balance by Dan Heng.

“Oh,” you say foolishly, not really sure what to say to that. “You’re jealous of Sunday? Of all people?”

“No.”

“Yeahhh, I think you might be.”

“No.”

It brings a very faint smile to your lips, finally being able to figure out the root of Dan Heng’s influx of affection. Its also nice to know that he values your time together so much. Though, it does tempt you to giggle at the fact that Dan Heng thought there was any chance that you’d favour Sunday over him.

You lean forward to press a kiss to the top of Dan Heng’s head, and he seems to automatically relax at the touch.

“It’s okay. You aren’t in any competition with him,” you say, voice soft. “My time with you takes priority. If you don’t want Sunday stealing it, that’s perfectly fine by me.”

Dan Heng makes a little contented noise, the jealousy that had been lashing about in his head finally quieting. Deep down, he did know that you’d say something like that. He knew you’d choose him over Sunday. He just wanted the little bit of reassurance.

He hoped you’d always be around to give it to him.

[bakubonez]

sunday covering the sides of your face with his wings when he kisses you in public because he feels bashful just doing it out in the open.. (everyone knows)

[bakubonez]

Dan Heng x GN! Reader || fluff(??)

Summary: Dan Heng was notorious for being good at chess. Everyone on the express knew it. Little did he know, you were coming for his throne.

A/N: this is so stupid. can be read platonically or romantically—just don’t take it too seriously. also, don’t try to replicate anything you see in this fic 😭😭

You had played many games of chess with Dan Heng during your time on the express. He always won. You weren’t bad at the game—you won from time to time against March and the others on the express when you could lure them into playing with you—but Dan Heng was just… better, apparently.

You’d spent ages learning new tricks and watching professional chess players do their magic, but alas, you had yet to beat Dan Heng.

Once again, you had sat down with him in the parlor car, challenging him to another round. This time, however, you had a game plan, one that was nearly foolproof.

The game goes as it usually does, until Dan Heng notices something strange. You were winning. His brows furrow ever so faintly when he realises, and he looks over the chequered board carefully. Not to undermine your intelligence, but he was going to be highly surprised if you won. And so far, all signs were pointing to you claiming victory this time.

Dan Heng hadn’t really been taking the game seriously before now—he’d been balancing reading over an article he was working on and responding to your turns in the game, though he was mostly focused on his article.

Now, however, he was paying closer attention, trying to discover what technique you had been using.

He tapped on the table thoughtfully, because no matter how many combinations of tricks and such he thought of, none of them seemed to align with the game at hand. Had you some how invented some new way to play the game that he hadn’t discovered yet?

It was truly a strange predicament for him.

Little did he know, you truly did have an ace up your sleeve. You had taken advantage of his lax attitude at the beginning of the game.

You were eating his chess pieces when he looked away.

.

.

Based on this stupid meme:

[bakubonez]

Blank Space

Caelus x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: Caelus is bad at interior design. Maybe letting him stay in the cardboard box was a better idea.

A/N: wow this is proofread unlike my many other fics,,, based loosely off the most recent event thingy where the trailblazer gets their own room on the express. reminder to go do it if you haven’t already because it gives LOADS of stellar jade!!!

You were thrilled when March excitedly told you that Caelus was getting his own room on the express—especially such a spacious one! Putting him in the storage room was quite a good idea. It almost made you curse yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You were slightly less thrilled when he dragged you into renovating it with him. Sure, you were handy enough and the task of decorating on its own wasn’t a daunting one, but add having to help Caelus do it to the mix and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Everyone knows that you two adore each other. You truly are two peas in a pod. But really, Caelus’ style when it came to living spaces was… not ideal. Especially compared to your own. Listen, that man was sleeping in a cardboard box of all things with no issue prior to being graced with his own designated space on the express. Did anyone expect him to have interior design skills?

“No, that completely clashes with everything,” you argue, trying to steer Caelus away from the ugly, blinding colours that he seemed so intent of throwing into his room with no regard for a sense of coherency.

“It does not,” he argued, reluctantly letting go of his ‘dream’ to have pee yellow pillow cases and a miserable looking grey-yellow colour for his sheets. What was his obsession with ugly yellows? We’ll never know.

At some point, you and March had genuinely developed a mild concern for Caelus. No truly mentally sound person would make the creative decisions that he did. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his cardboard box. Giving him a room with free reign over what to do with it may have been a lapse in judgement.

Despite the hassle that reasoning with Caelus over room decor was, it paid off. After some time, and a lot of effort(like a ridiculous amount. It should not have been this difficult) from you and March, you finally find the happy medium between a layout that isn’t completely horrific and something that Caelus likes.

The room turns out to be quite cosy, and you find yourself being a little bit jealous of Caelus’ big bathtub. Though, he has welcomed you to use it yourself from time to time. You’ll most certainly be taking up that offer.

All in all, you and March—ahem, you, March, and Caelus, did a good job on decorating the space. It is a step up from the cardboard box.

Unfortunately, giving Caelus a luxury room all to himself isn’t going to stop him from dumpster diving and finding his way into the vents, but that’s his problem now, not yours.

Now, you can bask in the fruits of your labour and enjoy as many lavish baths as you want while he goes to cause trouble. Perhaps you’ll join him.

[bakubonez]

☆INTRO! + REQUEST GUIDELINES!

I’m Bakubones, or you can call me Bones. I am a queer guy(wow who would’ve guessed). I write fanfic, uh, obviously. I draw, I’m writing a book, I play honkai star rail and I’m a retired genshin player.

Now, for requests, I have some ground rules.

•I don’t write smut, no exceptions.

•I don’t write inc3st, pdf file content, etc. I also don’t write yandere fics.

•If you want to claim an emoji for what anon you want to be, go ahead, I don’t mind!!

•I don’t write for graphic depictions of violence, self destructive behaviour, etc. I can write comfort/reverse comfort but I won’t get into details like s/h and such.

That’s basically it. Behave yourselves, keep my boundaries in mind, but otherwise have fun with requests. I enjoy writing them, so if you have any, don’t be scared to ask!!

Here are the fandoms I write for rn:

🪼Honkai star rail

��️Genshin impact

🪼My hero academia

☘️The Arcana

🪼X-men

🍀Marvel

and more to come, eventually.

anywho thats it, bye bye. I hope you enjoy my writing, have a good day!!

[bakubonez]