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Kazuichi, Byakuya, Gundham, Rantaro, Gonta, Leon, and Toko with an ultimate Broadway actress s/o

Desc; headcanons of kazuichi, byakuya, gundham, rantaro, gonta, leon, toko with an ultimate broadway actress s/o

Warnings; i tried to make this spoiler free, fem!reader, reader uses female pronouns, i guess this takes place at hope’s peak academy? pre-tragedy?? i dont really know about the v3 boys, haven’t finished the game lmao-

Gundham:

◊ He already knows a bunch about Musicals; especially the darker ones.

◊ He thinks your Ultimate is amazing, he loves all your plays.

◊ Neither of you know which between the two of you is more dramatic.

◊ Your dramatic personalities often intertwined, merging the two of you and making you both into one huge drama queen.

◊ It gives everyone a headache as you both scream, “My toe hurts!-” “My king’s toe hurts! Someone bring an ambulance, stat!”

◊ “Someone get the fucking chlorofoam-” “Hiyoko no-”

◊ This is a bad example, but you get my point-

◊ He enjoys Shakespeare and dark love story plays/musicals.

◊ So he would definitely enjoy acting one with you on stage, if you let him.

◊ He’ll somehow incorporate his Dark Devas into the play just for an excuse to bring them with him on-stage.

◊ Once he was playing Romeo and abandoned Juliet to save Cham-P after he ran offstage to eat a sunflower seed someone dropped on the floor.

◊ Fuck Juliet, mans knows his priorities.

◊ He’s kind of a musical theatre nerd, he enjoys discussing the message behind musicals you’ve played.

◊ Throwing in some compliments about how well you perceived the character, and how pretty you looked.

◊ He is always extremely proud and amazed at your ability to sing, dance and act so well all at the same time.

◊ He believes you don’t get enough credit for doing what you do, so he makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

◊ He sometimes quotes Shakespeare or some other dark musical while you two hung out, it was kinda cute seeing him geek out like that.

◊ “As said in ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’, Better three hours too soon than a minute too late." Gundham quoted, pride laced in his words as he was proud of remembering that. “Gundham... it’s literally 5 am in the morning, the party starts at 12 pm. Go back to sleep.” Gundham blinks and nearly falls asleep where he stood. “Mmkay.”

◊ If he saw you dress up as the witch in Wicked, he would be whipped.

◊ His evil queen? In an evil costume? A dream come true!

◊ He thinks you look absolutely fabulous and praises you a bunch after the show, telling you how pretty you looked while you acted.

Kazuichi

◊ He wouldn’t know much about musical theatre, since he’s more into machines.

◊ But when you told him to come to a play you were going to star in, he jumped at the offer.

◊ 90 minutes of you? He must be the luckiest guy in the world!(Nagito would be proud)

◊ After watching his first play, he decides he is obsessed with musical theatre now, going to all your shows.

◊ He loves all the romance based musicals, he’s a sucker for romance what can he say?

◊ He’d obsess over all your plays, going into a lot of detail about his favourtite parts.

◊ He’s kinda like, your #1 fan.

◊ He has posters of musicals you’ve starred posted around his dorm room, just a bunch of merch of you and all the musicals you starred in.

◊ When you tell him he has a backstage pass because he’s your boyfriend, he is overjoyed. 

◊ He actually trained a bit to be one of the backstage crew members.

◊ He learned how to fix your make up during intermissions, fix a loose stitch on your costume, all that good stuff.

◊ Though every time he sees your face up close for make up, he goes speechless.

◊ He wonders every time, how the hell did he get someone like you?

◊ Though his hands are shaking from how nervous he was, he still managed to make you look absolutely amazing.

◊ He’d blast a bunch of musical soundtracks while he works on his machines, screwing on and unscrewing things with a bop.

◊ I can imagine Kazuichi jamming with you in the car. The car moving violently as you two bounced to the rhythm like mad men.

◊ I think he’d get pretty insecure if he saw you with a love interest, he would think that when you two shared a staged kiss or scene, that it was actually full of love and not fake

◊ But when you cheer him up and tell him how much you love him, he realizes he was being silly over nothing.

◊ After watching many many romance musicals, you notice he gets more romantic; most likely mimicking the love interests.

◊ He is still a bit insecure, but if he does more romantic things, you’ll love him right?

◊ You enjoy the silly grand gestures of love, but you try and assure him constantly that you don’t need any of it.

◊ You only need him <3

Rantaro:

◊ w o a h

◊ He’d love the fact that you’re an actress

◊ He thinks it’s so cool like-

◊ constant fanboying after shows

◊ He’s always bringing you flowers once you’re off the stage, showering you with praises and affections

◊ He’s literally so proud of you wtf??

◊ i think he’d be the type to show you off a lot

◊ “Hey you!” He points at a naked passerby(this is an inside joke, i am so sorry), “Guess what? My girlfriend’s a Broadway actress!” “Rantaro stop, people are staring-” “Are they? hEY YOU! YEAH, YOU STARING!! MY GIR-”

◊ if you ever started spitting out hamilton raps, he’d be the one beatboxing in the back ground for you.

◊  “Pshh, packow, psshh psshh, packow!” “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a-” 

◊ you two would jam out to musical soundtracks in your dorm, dancing dramatically as you did.

◊ you two kinda become like a duo of musical theatre kids.

◊ if you stood on a table and started belting lyrics, he would hop on and join you

◊ unless it was a solo, he would never steal your thunder.

◊ if you ever felt a bit nervous before a big show, he would assure you that’d you’d do great and tell you how much he believed in you until you felt better.

◊ he’s your charger before and after a big show.

◊ if you felt exhausted from acting and dancing around the stage, he’s always there to give you what you need most.

◊ whether it’s water, food, flowers, or just him and his cuddles, he always has it ready for you.

◊ the most recent musical soundtrack that you’ve played will be stuck in his head.

◊ For example, if you recently played in Hairspray, ‘Mama, I’m a big girl now!’ will be stuck in his head until the next play he watches.

◊ you’d catch him humming it during everything he does, 

◊ and it’s actually so fricking adorable.

◊ if you heard him sing a familiar tune, you would hum along with him.

◊ “Hmm, mmwhen I was, just a kid ♪” 

◊ Your ears perked up at the familiar tune, slowly you turned around to face him.

◊ “♪....You never let me do just what the older kids did…♪” You joined in quietly, Rantaro whipped his head towards you, a rising smile on his face.

◊ “♪ But lose that laundry list of what you won't allow ♪,” His voice rose slowly in excitement, pointing at you with a big grin across his face.

◊ And at the same time, you both sang obnoxiously loud, as if it was rehearsed, “♪ 'Cause mama, I'm a big girl now! ♪” Running to each other with excitement, 

◊ You let out a fit of giggles as Rantaro picked you up, “MY WIFE, PLEASE BE MY WIFE!” 

◊ This is how you two met and you can’t tell me otherwise-

Gonta:

◊ Gonta wouldn’t know much about Broadway musicals- which to you, a broadway actress, was unacceptable!

◊ so you made it your mission to get him to watch as many musicals as he possibly can.

◊ You’d tell him to come to all your plays, him excitedly agreeing despite not knowing what a play is.

◊ You’d do extra good knowing that Gonta was in the crowd watching you, wanting to give him the best first experience with musicals.

◊ He’d applaud at the end of every scene, trying to show his support the best he can.

◊ for his first play he watches, he ends up clapping a bit too early.

◊ he cheered and applauded super loud when he saw you on stage, but stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him.

◊ Though it was a bit embarrassing for both you and him, you felt your heart flutter at how his first instinct was to clap for you when you walked in stage.

◊ You’d introduce him to various musicals, beauty and the beast being his favourite.

◊ He definitely starts to obsess over the more ‘gentlemanly’ characters.

◊ his first impressions of the beast were bad; Denying that old lady shelter? How ungentlemanly!!

◊ so when the dude got cursed, he cheered lmao

◊ but as he kept watching, he could see the beast wasn’t too bad. 

◊ The beast had some flaws, but he obviously cared for belle, he thought.

◊ Oh but he hated Gaston, he really really hated him.

◊ If you acted with someone who played Gaston(and you as belle), he would have to hold back and not rip his face off every time Gaston said something idiotic or sexist.

◊ He had to keep reminding himself that, that Gaston wasn’t real(and thank god for that, real gaston would’ve been torn to shreds.)

◊ the dancing scene was his favourite part for sure.

◊ He’s sad he doesn’t get to play beast with you, but he still enjoys the scene nonetheless.

◊ something cute I can imagine him doing is surprising you by dressing up in a prince costume from the musical and asking you for a dance. 

◊ It’s the cutest thing ever oml-

◊ It’s such a beautiful moment, you two just dancing together in a random room with no care in the world.

◊ Your arms wrapped his extravagant costume and his arms wrapped around your pj’s.

◊ He’s a bit shy to be so close to you, but he tries his best to be confident and as princely as he could so he pushes his anxiety aside.

◊ As his stomach fills with butterflies, he becomes slightly confused and concerned, ‘Did Gonta eat butterflies??’ He slightly panics-

◊ ‘Those poor butterflies!!’

◊ He’d watch a lot of videos on how to ballroom dance in advance for this moment.

◊ He’s actually not that bad!

◊ Well- as long as you dance with your feet on his, so he doesn’t crush your toes.

◊ If you ever did some beauty and the beast scenes for him, he would be so happy. 

◊ He’d be even happier if you let him play the beast with you.

◊ He’d be smiling the entire time during a fight/sad/serious practice scene.

◊ *almost gets stabbed* “Haha oh no!” 

◊ When you sing during one of the scenes, he kinda just-

◊ becomes a puddle of a gentleman.

◊ his heart melts and disintegrates(haha what) of love for you. 

◊ he absolutely loves your voice, and would beg for you to sing him one of the soundtracks from beauty and the beast before bed.

◊ He’s really proud of all your plays, and is extremely happy that you–of all people–are his girlfriend.

Byakuya Togami

◊ In all honesty, he thinks your ultimate isn’t all that great.

◊ But as he watches one of your plays, his mind ultimately(see what i did there?) changes.

◊ He becomes impressed and dazzled from how passionate you look when you act, not noticing how you had him sitting on the edge of his seat.

◊ After watching you act, he literally cannot watch another play unless you are in it, finding it unworthy of his time and money.

◊^^this is before you two got together,

◊ you two got together after you found him in your crowd, applauding like the rest of them with the same bewildered expression on his face.

◊ You confronted him and he attempted to compliment your acting, but he accidentally let his feelings for you slip out instead, “I find you truly captivating- Wait no, I-I meant your plays. Your plays, they are truly captivating.” You watched in amusement as he stumbled with his words, eventually interrupting him with an, “Are you available right now?”

◊ So yeah, eventually you two get together, and good for Togami! Because now he doesn’t have to secretly applaud you as a fan, he can applaud you whenever and as your lover.

◊ After shows, he’d give you a single rose as a congrats or applause (so romantic!)

◊ If you ever decided to be chaotic and start belting out lyrics, he would just sigh and let you finish.

◊ Very rarely, you would catch him humming a small tune of a musical song you sang.

◊ But very very rarely. If you ever catch him and confront him about it, he will deny it completely.

◊ I think he’d probably like the more serious plays, he enjoys the meanings and emotions of them more than the sillier and playful ones.

◊ If he ever watched Mean Girls, he would start to slightly mimic Regina George.

◊ “Byakuya wha-” “Get in peasant, we’re going shopping.” 

◊ It’d be lowkey hot when you hear him sass you like Regina George tho-

◊ He’d have more big dick energy after watching Mean Girls, emitting his dominance to everyone.

◊ Makoto during a class trial: “So we know that she was at the scene of the crime, right?” “Shut up.” Byakuya flipped his imaginary long hair as Makoto stares at him in confusion, silence filling the room. “Shut up!” “I didn’t even say anything-”

◊ “The new motive is going to be-!” “Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries a book.” Byakuya sighed, turning on his heels and catwalking away.

◊ ...

◊ “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME-!” “MONOKUMA WAIT NO-”

Leon

◊ Would go to every one of your shows.

◊ Would act like an absolute mom in the crowd.

◊*holding a video camera* You’re doing great sweetie!.

◊”That’s my girl!”

◊ You’d get embarrassed every time he does that.

◊ Hypes you up when you get nervous before going on stage.

◊ In back stage, he’d praise you and give you a bouquet of flowers.

◊ Where did they come from? When did he have time to get flowers when he was yelling in the crowed??

◊ Helps you rehearse lines even if he has no idea what they’re about.

◊ Will fight anyone that makes mean comments towards you.

◊ Even if it’s just constructive criticism, he will take it as an insult.

◊ “Hey s/o! You did great! Maybe next time you could-”

◊ Leon: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY PUNK!? DO YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS?! I HAVE FRICKING ARMS OF STEEL, I WILL-”

◊ Will take every chance to pick you up and call you a queen.

◊ When you guys watch other plays together, he always says how you’d play a better role or that you’d do so much better.

◊ He is pretty jealous of your talent, he has always wanted to be a singer instead of a baseball star, but his ultimate wouldn’t allow that.

◊ So if you let him sing some musical song duets with you, his heart will be so full.

◊ You make him so happy, he almost breaks into cries.

◊ You two of weekly karoake nights, always singing some Heather’s duet together.

◊ One time, you, Sayaka and Leon sang the Candy Store song, Leon being Heather Chandler, Sayaka as Heather Duke, and you as Heather McNamara.

◊ It was... amazing.

◊ Everyone was cheering, clapping and it praising all of you.

◊ You made Leon feel alive, and he really, really loves you for that.

Toko

◊ She loves your ultimate, and fangirls over you a bunch.

◊ She’s amazed at your confidence to go up in stage, knowing she could never do that.

◊ She thinks your confidence is kinda hot, and decides she is in love.

◊ Likes to add a character in her books that are a lot like you, maybe making them a broadway actress-

◊ She thinks about you a lot, sometimes accidentally blurting out how pretty you were in your last performance in front of everybody.

◊ You confronted her for it, and she almost passed out.

◊ “W-w-why d-do you think t-t-that? D-d-do you th-think you’re b-better than m-me or so-something?” 

◊ You already know her and her inferiority complex, so you don’t take offence to what she said, simply replying with, “I think you’re really cute.”

◊ Toko goes silent, except for a few “!??!??” noises that came out of her.

◊ “... U-uh, a-are you j-joking, be-because that isn’t f-funny!” She flushes, denying that you complimented her.

◊ “I’m not joking, here’s my number! Call me, kay?” You grinned before turning on your heel.

◊ She’s kinda dumbfounded, did her crush just ask her out??

◊ She denies it hard at first, not believing that you asked her out.

◊ Thus, not calling you.

◊ Well, I mean, she kinda did.

◊ She dialed your number one day, feeling a bit lonely.

◊ But as she heard your morning voice, she squeaked and hung up quickly.

◊ She felt her face turn into a fireball, her thoughts going into overdrive from how attractive your voice sounded.

◊ Your voice, she was attracted to your voice.

◊ The next day, when you ask her about what that call was about, she denies it and calls you stupid.

◊ Sprinting away while she screamed, “I-i-idiot!!”

◊ Acts like an absolute tsundere around you.

◊ You constantly flirt with her, trying to get her to accept a date with you.

◊ Being the dramatic hoe you are, you try and give her a declaration of your love.

◊ Knowing she is the Ultimate Writer, and into poems, you write one for her.

◊ You declared your love during one of your plays, knowing she sat in the crowd somewhere.

◊ You interrupted a scene and jumped off stage, “Toko Fukawa!”

◊ Her head perked up in surprise, eyes widening as she saw you on one knee for her.

◊ “W-what are you d-doing!?” She yelped, moving her legs away from you. 

◊ “I am in love with you. Completely and utterly in love with you, everyday when I see you so immersed in writing a book, I believe I am looking at an angel.”

◊ The crowd stared at the both of you, gasps and aws filling the air.

◊ Toko flushed, you watched her while she wrote?

◊ “For every time you’ve told me I was a fool, an idiot, you weren’t wrong. Because I am a fool, a fool in love with you.” You had one had on your chest, looking into her eyes sincerely.

◊ Her eyes glossed over so slightly you couldn’t see, looking around at the crowd before uttering out, “Y-y-you r-really love m-me, h-huh?” Her face contorting into a lopsided smirk, watching as you giggled.

◊ You laughed out, “Absolutely.” 

◊ WHY DID THIS TURN INTO A ONESHOT WHAT WHY WHAT WHYYY

note; thank you so much for reading and sorry for the wait!! we tried our best to finish these together, thank you so much for your patience.

[bbygilre]

Hello, I hope you are doing well! If you are taking requests, may I request headcanons for the DMC guys (or just V or Dante) and their reaction to their significant other giving them really good massages? It can be sfw or NSFW, thank you for taking the time to read this and have a good day/ night!

I WANNA BE YOURS

Omg hello hello, I was quite busy with real life stuff!! Im sorry if this is late. 🥺👉👈 Here is it!!

(Dante x F! Reader )

P. S NSFW CONTENT HERE!!

It was around 9:30 in the evening when the telephone rang at Dante's desk. It was odd, people usually call Dante during the day because they know Dante won't answer their vendetta's during the night. I let the phone ring twice before answering it.

"Good evening, this is assistant of Mr. Dante Sparda. I'm sorry to tell you that we won't be attending jobs or gig during the night." I responded in a formal way, just as what I was instructed.

If Dante's not around it is my duty to answer the calls. Strange, someone called tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just to inform you will be receiving mails. This is from the post office,"

"Ah, very well. Strange that you guys called us this time of the day."

"We called during th afternoon yet it seems that no one answered."

Oh damn, there is no electricity during the afternoon cause Dante can't pay his bill right.

"Oh, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot answer calls during the afternoon because we have problems with the err— electricity." I sighed

"No problem ma'am, we'll be sending these mails to you, have a good Mrs. Sparda."

"I am not his wife—" before I could even protest, he hanged up.

WHAT? MRS? MRS SPARDA?

Mrs. Sparda...

It actually sound pretty nice. My name plus Dante's family name...

I like it.

"Y/N Sparda. Hm, not bad." I smiled before heaving a sigh, the smile still plastered over my lips. Goddamn it, this is not the perfect time to think about it.

For months, I have been working for Dante. He's quite different from the people I have worked with and one thing to describe him is that he is cocky. Sometimes he plays around yet when he's serious, I see a different version of himself. Dante himself isn't just an ordinary person. He is a half demon.

I grew up knowing that people described demons as entities that looked horrible and ugly, in Dante's case, he isn't one of those in fact, he looks like a living god. His family definitely has good genes, especially his mother.

I took the picture frame that was placed at his desk. It was like a prized possession of Dante, a fragment of his good memories with his dearest mother. She looked beautiful, piece of art work. I smiled as I adored her timeless beauty.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice snickered behind me before he blew a thin air to the back of my neck.

I warm breath touched my neck and in a moment, I quickly placed the picture frame back to the desk and eagerly faced this man who just surprised me like that.

"Do you really have to do that?" My cheeks were flushed, I could feel my ears heat up.

He is so damn close, damn.close.

"Do what, Mrs. Sparda?" He let out a booming laugh, before he messed his long ivory white hair. "I heard that mail man called you Mrs. Sparda,"

"H-he did not!"

Stop.

"Hm, very well." He smiled before winking at me. He then turned around and went to his sofa, taking a comfy sit and closing his eyes.

This man, does he even know the word 'SPACE'?

I heaved a sigh, placing my palm over my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it wanted to leap put of my chest so bad. I took a glance at him and noticed he closed his eyes and sighed, his long ivory white hair was tied. His strong and well chiseled jaw clenched before he groaned.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yes?" Oh shit, I could feel my cheeks heating up again and my heart beating so fast.

"Can I ask for a favor? It won't be much."

"What is it then?"

He cleared this throat, his adams apple swallowing before he flew his eyes at me. When I said that Dante looked like I living god, I meant it.

"Can you massage my shoulder and my back too?"

I, an obedient kitten, shyly nodded at him.

I feel so nervous! Not that its not my first time doing a massage to someone but actually giving my boss a massage. I haven't touched Dante, I never had the chance to touch his skin or have any physical contact with him. Now once again my heart was beating so loud and beating so fast. My cheeks were flushed and so was my ears.

I positioned myself behind him and trying to get myself to calm down and collect my thoughts. My hands were shaking and my thoughts were scattered everywhere. Before I could even touch him, he quickly took off his shirt and revealed his skin.

It was holy. Everything about Dante looked so goddamn holy. I was too afraid to touch him yet there was this feeling of also wanting to touch this god.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He looked back and gazed at me.

"N-No nothing..." I shook my head and bit my lower lips.

Gosh, I have never been this crazy. Nobody made me feel this way except the son of Sparda.

"Well then,"

I bit my lower lips before pressing my fingers against his bare back. He was well built and that made him look tough. His shoulders were broad and his back was well chiseled, his muscles well evident. I guess exterminating demons is quite a workout for him. There wasn't any scar visible at his smooth skin nor any imperfections and it was a sign that he wasn't a normal being and it's not a bad thing at all.

I rubbed my palms together to create heat before gently pressing it as his broad shoulders. I started to massage his shoulder by extending my your while pulling my fingers together and curling them slightly, forming a loose letter "C".

I bit my lower lips and continued giving him a massage. I heard him growl and groan and it somewhat made me flustered. I didn't know if it was good or not.

My thoughts were scattered as he continued to growl and groan. I didn't know what to do next, It felt like he just swiped my feet like that. No matter how many times I tell myself to calm down, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly ran my fingers to his back and felt his skin.

My breath hitched.

"Y/N,"

He called my name and it almost seemed like a thunder. It was deep and raspy, almost like a Greek god calling a peasant like me.

"Y-yes?"I yelped.

"Curiosity kills." He looked back with a devilish smiled plastered at his lips. He reached for my left hand and pressed his lips against it.

Shit. I think I'm loosing my sanity.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N."He snickered before he maneuvered me and lead me, now here I am standing in front of this god.

Please. Please. Not now. Dante...

"I-I was just..."

He stood up and leveled my gaze. He's tall. And when I said that he's tall, he fucking is.

"If you're going to touch me like that, your curiosity taking over you, at least let me look at you." He kissed my left knuckle before he guided my hands into his bare chest.

I hitched my breath once more, biting my lower lips.

Damn it.

He let go of my hand and let my itching hands roam his bare chest. It was well chiseled,well defined. My fingers slowly creeping to his abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I circled my fingers around his abs once before covering my face with the both of my palms. I'm getting crazy. Dear Lord please help me.

I didn't know what to do next. I was just giving him a good massage awhile ago and here I am getting crazy over this man's body.

Fuck.

He looks so damn...damn holy that my body tells me that it's a big sin to touch him. To touch every detail of his.

"Baby..."

Dante, not now please...

"...baby please."

He took my palms away from my face and raised my chin using his fingers, now my gaze fixated at him.

The lights were dim at his office because it was only his neon lights were turned on at this time. It was the usual routine. Now I see that glow from the neon calligraphy hits different when you're getting sensual.

"Dante..."

I can't even recognize my voice anymore.

"You're driving me so damn crazy," he spoke in a rough and raspy tone.

As he moved closer to me, I was able to smell him. His musk lingered around, making me dizzy.

"Oh please,"

He didn't waste his time by just looking at me. His hunger took the best of him and it was quite evident. He harshly pressed his soft lips against mine, intruding my mouth. He was skilled, he know what he's doing.

I let out a muffled moan under our kisses, I wasn't able to catch up with his pace. His hands locked unto my waist, wrapping it around before he decided to carry me towards the wall.

My back was now against the hard wall. I couldn't think straight, all I know that this man is kissing me until Im crazy. Now that we positioned ourselves well, he roamed his warm calloused palm to my chest and broke our kisses.

He wasn't satisfied by just touching my mounds against my offending night satin gown. He rudely ripped it off and threw it way, revealing my skin. His warm palm cupped my right mound, gently kneeding it. I have never been aroused like this. Even his simple touch makes me crazy, what more his lust for desire and sex combined with his touch.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped my mouth, vulgarly leaping out each kneed he makes. "Oh Dante..."

My eyes widened when I saw him lower his head, his lips trailing a kiss from my jaw to my collar bone to my left mound. Now the loneliness from my other mound was swept away.

"Oh my goodness—" I yelped when I felt his tongue playfully lick and suck my erect peak. He swirled it and sucked it like a greedy baby. His eyes were fixated at me and it seemed that he was amused seeing me getting crazy about it. I tried to push his head away yet I felt so week and he kept going.

The skill.

He knows what he's doing.

He unfortunately stopped licking my erect peak and fixated his gaze at me. His palms were now on each sides of my thighs, spreading my legs open. Grinning, he harshly pinned me once again on the wall and this time, I can feel his arousal against the thin cloth against my crotch.

It's warm and hard. I bit my lower lips as he slowly rocked his hips, his hardness brushing my folds. I can't believe that he's rock hard by just kissing me and I can't believe that Im already soaking wet down there.

Fuck.

His gaze was now serious, ruthless even when he started to change his pace of brushing his rod against mine from slow to a fast one. It felt so good making me arch my back while I pull his hair. The pleasure felt too much and he was brushing a spot that whenever his rod brushes against it, I loose my sanity.

"Y/N..."

I looked up at him and noticed that he was panting and his jaw was clenched. A planted a small kiss at my forehead before once again stopped brushing.

"I need you..."

"H-huh?" I looked at him, flushed and my eyes were dreamy.

Did I just hear it right... He needs me...

"I need you, my hands won't hush me." He looked at me with desire and scorching lust. His voice was rough and deep making him look even ten times sexy.

In a moment the next thing I knew that he swiped my thin panties to the side and his finger slowly entering my sex. My eyes widened when I felt a foreign sensation as he started to finger my sex. I rested my forehead to his shoulder and moaned softly, letting the feeling sink over me. It was a slow and gentle rhythm, letting his finger brush inside me.

"I can't take it anymore." He said in a stern tone, frustrated and wanting.

I was actually clueless at first but when I heard him unzip his pants, I knew that we were going to do it. I didn't care anymore, I want him. I need him too. I want him so bad.

"I can't take it anymore but I just can't put it in—"

I cut him off by facing him, my cheeks were burning red and my heart was raising so fast.

"J-just d-do it..."

Wow, I actually can't believe I said that.

He smirked at me once again, this devil. This man literally know how to drive me crazy, even if he's just smirking or even smiling.

Am I considered lucky because I'm actually making out with the Son of Sparda? I guess I do, I'm sure girls would've said yes to this. He's Dante Sparda, he's just more than a devil hunter. In a moment, I sure felt lost but then, a tingling sensation when a hot rod slowly went inside me. I quickly hid my face when I realized he's burrowing his hard staff inside me even more. I feel so full inside, my mind is spinning, my body feels hot against him.

"Fuck..." I heard him growl in a deep and husky voice, frustrated yet aroused.

Dante started to move slowly, gentle. I felt him inside me, by detail. It was driving me crazy, I'm absolutely enticed by the pleasure I am feeling and this is no joke, I'm swayed by it. I kept my moans low by biting my lower lips and it awfully stings now knowing that I've been biting it.

"Y/N..." He groaned while he whispered my name.

Damn it.

He slowly changed his pace to much more rougher one. His tip continuously hitting a sweet and delicious spot and his length brushing inside.

He looked like he is still controlling his lust and desire for it, I can feel it. He took a tighter grip on my thighs and it felt like wanted to have a tighter grip on it even more. His pounding was rough, wanting. I could still hear him groan over it.

"Fucking hell..." He suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving me empty and lonely. I quickly looked at him, my eyes wanting for an answer.

"I want to see you, you're just hiding your face," he gently kissed my right before planting a small kiss on my left cheek. He seem to have started to walk towards his huge ass wooden table with a smirk.

He gently put me down against the hard wood of table, letting my lie down afterwards. Now that he placed me at this table, I surely feel so embarrassed knowing that Im showing all of me, even the littlest imperfections I have, my flaws. I covered my face with my palms, flushed and shy.

"You are beautiful..."

He chuckled before taking my palms away. His eyes were intently looking at me but I can see his sincere and passion eyes at the same time.

"You are beautiful, even your flaws, they're beautiful. Your littlest detail, it's so beautiful."

No fair, this man truly knows how to drive me crazy. Even at this time.

"You are a piece of art, a masterpiece."

It was so intense, full of passion. Sex is usually for couples, full of love and scorching passion. But in my case, I really don't know what to say... All I know that I love this man. For months of working for him, I loved him. For once, I wanted to be selfish and asked the universe to grant me luck with what selfishness I ask for. Now, this is it. Even just for tonight, I'll claim Dante as my own. Even just for tonight.

"I wanna be yours..." I whispered so soft and gentle and it almost felt that I was fragile. He didn't probably hear it, and Im quite sad about it. I slowly parted my legs, once more inviting him to my secret garden. He never hesitated to enter it anyway.

The feeling of pleasure once more sunk in me, taking over my system. We made love all night, over and over again. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure and lust combined with passion kept us all night. Our bodies against each other, our thoughts flying away. Our voices calling out our names, begging and wanting for more.

Until we got tired.

Until we got satisfied.

Until we reach our limit.

Until we passed out with so much.

Until my selfish time that I asked runs out.

I feel so full, sore, and tired. A complete mess even.

Oh dear universe, does this man even know that I love him? That I adore him?

"You're beautiful." He caressed my cheeks, repeating the same line over and over again.

"Do you even realize that I..." I didn't have the strength to even open my mouth and talk.

"I do. I do wanna be yours..." His voice slowly fainted as I slowly fell into slumber.

[stargazing-enby]

bird

No birds in my wips, but here’s another Drarry headcanon!

• So we all know about the little bird that lost its life during their 6th year, when Draco had to fix the Vanishing Cabinet.

• What if… what if he doesn’t forget about this?

• What if, after the war, when he’s trying to better himself, he just can’t stop thinking about the life he took?

• And it’s silly, really. It was just a little bird. Surely everyone’s accidentally killed an animal once in their lives. But… but he put the bird in the cabinet. He heard it chirp. He said the words that made its heart stop beating. 

• So it’s a Tuesday afternoon a few years later and he’s walking down a Muggle London street when he sees a woman crouched on the floor, leaning into a building wall. 

• He approaches her, worried, and asks if she’s okay — if she needs help.

•“Please,” she says. “It’s a little bird. I think its wing is broken, but it won’t let me pick it up. Could you try while I call the animal emergency services?”

• Draco’s heart is racing. “Yes, of course,” he says quickly, crouching over the distressed animal as the woman stands up. Its wing is, indeed, hanging limp from its body, but still it cowers and tries to escape Draco’s hands.

• It takes him a moment, but he manages to gently hold the bird in the cup of his hands. Just then, the woman says, “Oh, no. I’ve run out of battery. I’m sorry I have to ask, but could you call them? I’m late for a meeting, and—”

• “I—” He doesn’t have a phone. “I don’t have my phone with me.” At the look of distress on the woman’s face, he adds, “Don’t worry, I can take care of it, I don’t have anywhere to be.”

•“Are you sure?” He nods. “Th-thank you, sir! I’m sorry, good luck with the bird!”

• Fuck. He has no idea what to do with the bird. It’s still chirping between his hands in distress, trying to run away, but he can’t just let it go. There’s no way it can survive like this. 

• In a panic, he does the first and only thing that comes to his mind: he holds the bird close to his chest with a secure hand, walks into an alleyway, and Disapparates. 

• He practically runs into the Ministry, and, ignoring the weird looks he’s getting, he rushes down the halls and into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the bird chirping sharply in distress.

• When he asks a man behind a counter for help and shows him the bird, the man laughs.

• “Of all the weird things I’ve had to witness in this job!” he says, more to the woman sitting beside him than to Draco. Draco clears his throat, and the man waves a dismissive hand at him and tells him to “Take it to the Auror department — surely this is a crime they can actually solve. They’re gonna need a translator to interrogate the victim, though!”

• Draco is about to insult the man, to insist that he tell him where he can find a Creature Healer, when he hears a familiar voice talking behind him.

•“Victim? Wilson, what’s going on?”

• Draco turns around to none other than Harry fucking Potter, because that’s just his luck. And if that weren’t enough, Potter is dressed in his Auror robes, which have no business fitting him so well, and there’s a shade of a stubble making his face look just fierce enough to contrast the warmth of his eyes. 

• Potter looks down at the bird in Draco’s hands, and for the first time in the afternoon Draco feels embarrassed. When Potter frowns, Draco raises his chin. “It’s hurt,” he snaps, feeling his cheeks burn. “Are you going to stand there and laugh like these morons or are you going to help me?”

• “Oh fuck off!” snaps Wilson, but Potter is smirking.

• “Sure,” he says. “Follow me, Malfoy.”

• Potter takes him to the main hall, then to one of the fireplaces. “Where are we going?” Draco asks, skeptical.

• “Luna’s.”

• Potter announces an address and disappears with a whoosh. Draco follows him close, and soon he and the distressed bird held against his chest are stumbling into a living room.

• “Shouldn’t we have—” Draco starts, but Potter signals at him to stay quiet, then points up at the ceiling. A long, snake-like magical creature Draco can’t identify is hanging from a metal bar, fast asleep.

• They find Luna in the garage. She seems to be bulding a wooden bed, but she stops as soon as she sees them. She gives Potter a hug and a kiss, then takes the bird from Draco’s hands without a word and deposits it on a table.

• “Its wing is broken,” she says after a moment. “I can help, but it’s going to take a while. Go grab something from the kitchen while I work if you want to!”

• And that’s how Draco ends up spending a good fourty minutes alone with Potter, sat on a small kitchen table and sipping a glass of water.

• “Bringing birds into the Ministry your hobby now?” Potter asks casually at some point. 

• “Oh, shut up,” Draco mutters, flushing again. 

• “And here I was thinking you were a terrible person,” Potter goes on. “No soul, no feelings. You know the kind. Turns out you were adorable all along!”

• “I am not—”

• “Don’t even try,” Potter cuts him, “I saw the distress on your face when that Wilson arsehole refused to help you. Besides, you’re blushing like a madman. So, it’s decided. You’re adorable. And I’m a stubborn man, so there’s no changing my mind about it.”

• Draco huffs. “That is not how being stubborn works, you git.”

• “No?” Potter cocks his head, amused. “Allow me to try again.” He clears his throat dramatically, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, all through a smile. “Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, Saviour of Birds, King of the Adorable…”

• “Oh my god—”

• “Will you go out on a date with me?”

• Draco’s heart skips a beat. His cheeks on fire, he splutters, “What?”

• “I’m free Friday at five. Or Saturday, if it suits you better.”

• That’s when Luna walks into the room and gravely announces the bird will live, but will not be able to fly again.

• “It won’t be able to live in the wild again. I can keep it here, I’ve got plenty of space, but if you…” She’s looking at Draco.

• “Yes,” Draco blurts out. “Yes, I’ll keep it. Just— I have to figure out where to—”

• Oh, I can give you a cage that’s appropriate for its size! I’ll show you what I have around, come with me!”

• He stands up, walks past Potter. The git stands up too and murmurs into his ear, “Owl me.”

• When Draco emerges from Luna’s garage while later, Potter is gone. There is, however, a charmed paper bird floating in the middle of the kitchen. It has Draco’s name written on it.

• Draco can’t help but scowl as he reads it, his heart hammering in his chest. Honestly, could Potter’s handwriting be any messier?

• Dinner at mine Friday? We can choose bird names together.

• And under the message, a signature:

• Harry Stubborn Potter.

[bnhascenariosheadcannonsimagines]

Hi! Could I request a headcanons of Hawks falling in love for his future fem s/o which she's a civilian who is a shy, sweet and introvert person, but when he gets to know her she's very funny and a lil extroverted? You can decide where she works and stuff :) Thank you!

Hawks sighed with content as he watched you bustle around the little restaurant he was sitting in. He didn’t really care for the food the American themed diner had, but he knew your work schedule by heart now and was always there on Thursdays at 6 pm. The little waitress uniform making you look absolutely adorable in his eyes, the red skirt flowing around your thighs, the tight top to it showing off your curves ever so slightly, and the small white apron making you only look cuter. He smiled as you walked up to take his order, “The usual Hawks?” you smiled and didn’t even pull out your notepad and he hummed, “You know me so well love.” He added a wink to the end of his sentence and you giggled and smiled at him, “I’ll be right back then, hold tight.” you turned and he watched the skirt sway dangerously around your thighs.

Hawks was lovestruck. He had changed his entire patrol route a couple weeks ago when he stumbled into the little diner slightly intoxicated and you had helped him to his booth. At first he thought maybe his beer goggles had made you prettier than you actually were. But when he woke up the next day and found himself groggily trudging back into the diner to see if his drunk mind had exaggerated he had found you weren’t working and it kinda hurt his heart a little. So he walked by every day until he saw you again. You worked Thursday, Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday evenings. Never mornings shifts and Hawks wanted to know why but figured that asking you would only freak you out. He huffed and pulled out his phone while he waited, trying to hide his school boy crush and not stare at you as you leaned into the kitchen window and told the chef his order.

When he saw you gliding over to his table he took a deep breath. Today was the day he was going to actually talk to you and not just mindlessly flirt with you. You smiled and set his food down, “Large order of fries and a milkshake.” He hummed and smiled back at you, completely choking on his own tongue. “Need anything else?” you tilted your head slightly and Hawks bit his bottom lip before nodding and looking you dead in the eyes with his trademark smirk, “Yeah, I would like the company of a pretty lady.” He internally punches himself in the head. You laughed and looked away. Holy shit was that a blush on your cheeks!? Did he really just make you blush with his stupid bad pick up line?? “Sorry hun but I’m sorta bad at talking to people and I’m not on break yet sooo…” you twiddled your fingers and shifted slightly on your feet. Shit. He had made you uncomfortable, but of course he spoke before his brain even caught it, “I could walk you home then? When do you get off?”

Another bright red blush dusted your cheeks as he smirked. “Uh… Um… Too late!” you chuckled awkwardly and shifted slightly more on your feet, “I get off in like two hours, you can’t possibly wait here for that long.” you waved a hand and returned to your customer service smile, “I’ll see you later though okay?” you quickly walked away and Hawks sank in his booth slightly. You burst into the back kitchen and the chef raised an eyebrow at you, “Love Bird finally make his move?” you blushed brightly and the chef cackled, “Oh my god he did didn’t he! You know the only reason he comes in is to see you right? I never see him here when it’s not your shift. He must have your schedule memorized by now.” the chef smiled knowingly and flipped a burger on the stove. As you collected yourself your manager burst through the kitchen doors, “Did you say no to him!” they shrieked quietly at you and you jumped, “Wh-What?!” “Ever since Hawks has started coming here everyone’s tips have sky rocketed and business boomed. If you break his heart and he stops coming what will happen to us?”

You were terribly confused. Did everyone know about his crush on you except for yourself?! “Go back out there and sit with him!” you manager hissed and you shook your head, “N-No! I can’t talk to strangers!” “You’re a waitress, you talk to strangers all the time.” you manager rolled their eyes. “B-But I pretty much recite a script to them! I can’t hold an actual conversation!” you panic as your manager throws you out of the kitchen doors. “Sit with him and make sure he comes back.” they whisper and you sigh. “This is clearly harassment.” you huff and walk back over to Hawks’ table. His wings visibly puff up slightly as you walk up and his eyes widen as you slip into the booth across from him, “U-Um… I took my break early.” you mumble a lame excuse and he smiles brightly. “Th-Thanks! Well, I guess you probably didn’t take it early for me but thanks anyway ya know. I d-” you zone out as he rambles and watch as a blush slowly starts to spread across his cheeks. “Hawks?” you interrupt him and he immediately stops talking and looks at you. His piercing eyes making you shift a little nervously and pull tighter into yourself, “Uh.. um…” you close your eyes and take a deep breath before continuing on, “Why do you come in every time it’s my shift?” you look him dead in the eye and he chuckled nervously, “Y-Ya caught onto that?” You smiled a little, the chef hadn’t lied. “Only because my coworkers have.” you fiddled with your hands under the table. “W-Well.. Truth is, I like you. Like a lot.” he deadpanned and you blushed brightly, “W-What! Really?” you look at him shocked and he looks confused, “Hell yeah. I think you’re super cute but you always sorta leave me speechless so I usually look like a total dork when you walk up. I can’t have you thinking I’m a dork now can I? I’m the number two pro hero Hawks!” he beamed and you laughed a little. “I know who you are, that’s why I’m so confused. I’m a waitress at an American themed diner that can barely afford my rent, let alone my tuition.” “You go to school?” Hawks looked at you curiously and you bit your bottom lip and nodded, “Y-Yeah. That’s why I only work night shifts. I have class during the day.”

He smiled fondly at you and you looked out the window to avoid his soft gaze. “What do you study?” “I-I’m an art major.” you mumble and he perks up slightly. “If I had a choice I woulda gone to college.” he sighed and you looked back at him confused, “What do you mean if you had a choice?” he waved his hand dismissively and turned back to you, “I wanna see your work.” “Wh-What?” you blushed again and he smiled, “C’mooon. I bet they would let you off work early if you left with me.” he smirked and you laughed a little, “Are you always this charming?” you ask and his smirk falters into a sheepish smile and a blush, “O-Only around pretty girls.” “Well Mr. Hawks, you can go see me work here.” you wrote down a street corner and he tilted his head confused. “It’s a mural on one of the local shops.” you smile and stand up to get back to work. “W-Wait!” he calls out and grabbed your wrist, “I want to see it with you.” “Well then wait until I get off work in an hour and a half.” you teased and continued to walk away. “Don’t think I won’t!” he called after you and smiled as you walked into the back.

“Holy shit you actually waited!” you stepped out of the diner in your regular clothes and saw the winged man sitting on a bench outside. “Did you really think I would leave?” he smirked at you and reached out his hand and waited for you to take it. “Honestly sorta.” you shrugged and looked at his hand awkwardly, “We’re flying there. It’s late and flying is faster than walking.” he explained and you hummed before taking his hand. He pulled you into his chest and whispered in your ear, “Hold tight.” he ran his hands down your hips before gripping you tightly and spreading his wings, “I mean it.” he smirked and in one flap of his giant wings you were off! You squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his jacket collar, “This is crazy!” you shout over the wind and hear him laugh in response, “The only thing crazy here is how crazy in love I am with you.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed again. “Do you flirt with everybody you come across?” you shifted slightly to look at him and he blushed, “W-Well sorta. It’s my hero persona ya know. If I make saving people fun then they are less scared. B-But with you… I- well.. Usually I use really shitty pick up lines and immediately regret them.” he laughed and you smiled, “So you know you sound kinda like a douchebag then.” He roared in laughed and hugged you tighter to him, “Shit! You’re fucking funny aren’t you.” he smirked down at you and you looked up at him innocently, “Only to those who get to know me.” He set you down on a building and landed behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his nose into your cheek, “Then I would love to get to know you.”

[brutashaswin]

hey, do you still take a prompt for fic/ficlet? I have this headcanon where Bruce is a shy and quirky college professor and Nat is his extrovert lab assistant. Bruce eventually has a crush on Nat and asking her out for a date but fail miserably because he has no idea how to ask someone. Turn out that after all this time Nat has been asking him out too but Bruce is clueless. btw, I love your works!

Hi Anon, and thank you so much! I’m always open for fanfic requests! Sometimes theytake me a few days to a week, but I love doing them.  I really like this prompt/headcannon and Ihope you like what I did with it! :)

Did…Did You Just AskMe Out?

Have Been AllSemester, But Thanks for Noticing.

 Chapter One

Professor Banner sat alone in his office, sipping a cup ofhot tea. He was drowning in ungraded piles of essays, lab reports, and examswhen he heard a knock at the door. Bracing himself and rubbing his temples, hecalled, “Come in.”

A red-headed woman, wearing a blush pencil skirt and a warmsmile, poked her head through the door.

“Professor Banner? I’m Natasha Romanoff, your new labassistant.”

Bruce turned around in his desk chair, and was dumbfounded whenhe met her eyes, which were unlike any sort of beauty he had ever seen before.

“Wow, um…” he stammered, as she raised an eyebrow inexpectant confusion. “I’m, uh, I’m Doctor Banner…”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” She said cheerily, stepping insidethe office and closing the door behind her. “I’m a huge fan of your work ingamma radiation. When I saw that your lab had an opening I just had to apply!”

“Wow, thanks. You’re a, uh, grad student in the physicsprogram, then?”

“Double major, actually. Russian studies and dance, with minorsin criminal justice and Latin for good measure.”

“Wow.”

She chuckled good-naturedly and said, “You keep sayingthat.”

“You’re just…incredible. Do you ever sleep?”

“Well, when not running solely on caffeine and sugar, mydreams are filled with pirouettes and italic languages.”

“I remember that. I finished my 5th PhD lastyear.”

“See, people say it’s crazy to stay in college for thislong. But I’ve got the scholarships to keep going, and I adore learning, so Idon’t see why I should stop.”

“That’s…exactly how I feel.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two as they smiled ateach other in mutual understanding. It was then that they realized that thiswas about to be a very good semester.

Chapter Two: A FewWeeks Later…

“Bruce!” Natashacalled after Professor Banner as he was about to leave the lecture hall. Heturned around, and began to stammer nervously. (Despite spending the entirelecture with her sitting at his desk, shooting him longing looks over the stackof papers she was grading.)

“Oh! Hi, Natasha…uhm…what can I do for you?”

(What was it about this woman that made him so inarticulate?)

“Well, I had an extra ticket for the school performance of Cymbelinetonight, and I was hoping you’d want to come with.”

“Oh, that’s, um, really, nice, Natasha. But I, uh, got abunch of…exam questions to write and um…I don’t think it’d be a good idea.”

“Oh, okay.” Natasha replied, her face falling slightly. “Well,if you need help with that, I can always skip the play…”

“No, no. That’s okay. Go have fun, and I’ll, uh…see you tomorrow?For the 10:00 lecture?”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “Okay, see you then.”

He watched her walk away, her French braid gently swayingacross her back and her heels clicking on the lecture hall floor.

Chapter Three: TheNext Day

 Bruce walked into the lecture hall to find Natasha at thewhite board, holding a cup of coffee in her right hand and writing equations onthe board with her left.

“Morning!” She said cheerfully, not taking her eyes off theboard.

“Hi…” He murmured shyly, smiling at the elegant curve of herback as she stood up on her toes to reach the top of the board. He caughthimself staring and cleared his throat, which caused her to look at him quizzically.

“So, um, how was the play?”

“Oh, it was great! My little sister, Wanda, she’s anundergrad freshman, and she somehow managed to get cast as the Queen. So, I hadto go show her some support.”

“That’s awesome. You’re both into theatre then?”

“Well, ballet is more my specialty. I toured as part of theSwan Lake cast a few years back.”

“That’s so cool! Swan Lake is actually one of my favorites.”

“Well, I was just in the ensemble, but it was a lot of fun.Plus, I have to pay those student loans somehow, right?”

Bruce chuckled. “Right.”

“Actually, I was thinking. I had some ideas for the finalproject that I wanted to run by you, so if you were free after this, maybe wecould…grab a coffee? Or something? I know this cute little café that would beperfect, it’s nice and quiet.”

“Oh, no. No need for that. You can just leave them on mydesk later and I’ll look over them.” He replied nonchalantly as he flippedthrough his lesson plan.

Much to Bruce’s confusion, Natasha looked dumbfounded at himfor a moment, before seeming to shake herself and turning back to the board.

“That’s fine, then.” She said pleasantly. “That works, too.”

What was with her cheeks turning all red just now? It seemedmore like she was asking him on a….

A date! Oh god, she has just asked him on a date! And heturned her down! The most interesting, beautiful, intelligent woman he’d evermet just asked him on a date, and he turned her down!

He was about to turn around and accept her offer, when herealized that the lecture hall had just filled in, and dozens oftwenty-somethings were looking at him expectantly, waiting for class to start.

Chapter Four: TheNext Day

 Bruce arrived early to his classroom, nervously pacing theaisles and holding a single sunflower in his hands.

Natasha opened the door, wearing a pretty yellow wrap dressand a messy bun, and was taken aback when she noticed Bruce.

He looked in her eyes, desperately searching his brain forsomething to say.

“Uhm…I was wondering if you were free tonight, Natasha.”

He stepped closer to her as her expression softened inrealization.

“I am.” She said teasingly, closing the distance betweenthem. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Uhm…maybe, a dinner? With…with me?”

“Doctor Banner, are you asking me on a date?”

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage.

“Yes.” He said, holding out the sunflower to her. “I am.”

Natasha took the flower out of his hand with a smile andstuck it gently in her hair.

“Then I accept.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

*Slides on in* May I request a Love at first sight situation with the King Of The Squirrels meeting (Y/N), the self proclaimed Princess of Bluebirds? (Just a nerdy idea I had XP)

*le gasp* Yes this is an AMAZING idea, Nonny! (also sorry for getting to this late and if there’s any mistakes)Also, I have a headcanon that King has a squirrel tail :3

........

As King wandered throughout his “Realm of the Squirrels”--which was, in reality, a forest with a high squirrel population--, he smiled as he glanced around to see his loyal subjects scampering about, munching on and caching every bit of food that they could find in preparation for the winter.

A cold breeze rolled by, causing him to shiver slightly and wrap his cape and tail around his body to keep himself warm. He secretly wished that stuffing his face with food would be enough...

Distracted by his thoughts, King almost didn’t see the flock of bluebirds that were soaring over his head.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow, staring up at the sky in confusion. “How could there be birds in my forest? This land rightfully belongs to....”

However, when he looked forward, he trailed off, freezing in his tracks as he saw somebody sitting on a tree stump not too far away from his location, humming some tunes as she stroked the head of a bluebird.

She was a rather...beautiful lady, with [h/c] hair that swayed gently with the wind. The simple, but still elegant, blue dress she wore and the snow-white shawl wrapped around her shoulders made her look like something out of a fairytale.

King lightly gasped as he saw the flock of birds he had previously seen all descend to the stranger. Some landed on her head, arms, and lap, while others simply crowded around her and chirped along to her tunes.

But the noise he made caused her to stop and glance his way. And as she did, King felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her gorgeous [e/c] orbs staring back at his chocolate brown ones.

‘What is this feeling?’ He wondered, clutching his chest as he felt his heartbeat increase and his cheeks flare up. ‘Could..Could this be...lo-?’

“Ah, hello mister.”

“A-Ah!” King yelped, staring back at the woman with wide eyes. 

Had she really spoken to him just now?

What could he say back to her?

He coughed nervously, opening his mouth to introduce himself with the utmost politeness.....but every word that came out was merely a jumble of words, turning him into a stuttering, mumbling mess.

‘Abort mission! Abort mission!’ His mind screamed, and so he immediately stopped himself and sprinted towards one of the trees, scaling up the trunk and skillfully climbing up into the branches....

Only to then realize that the tree was completely bare, with no leaves to hide him from his embarrassment.

“Hey..you uh...dropped your crown.”

The female’s awkward, but still gentle, tone of voice called out to the cowering man.

Confused by her statement, King patted the top of his head..only to feel no crown on it at all. Then he looked down and gasped once more as he saw several bluebirds grab onto his beloved possession, pulling it off the ground by only their tiny talons and sheer strength and into the woman’s hands.

She then dusted it off and looked up at him, smiling as she held it towards him. “Come on, don’t be shy,” she giggled softly, “we won’t hurt you.”

After some hesitation, King finally decided to come down from his hiding place and greet her...hopefully without making a fool out of himself again.

“A-Ah..th-thank you,” he blushed slightly, fixing his glasses before he took the crown out of her hands, setting it back on his head. “I sincerely apologize for th-the way I acted and-”

“Oh don’t worry,” the woman giggled once more, which made King’s heart begin to flutter once more. “You must be the “King of the Squirrels, huh?”

His jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, wondering how she could have possibly known him. But before he could ask her, she began to speak once more.

“I’m who they call the “Princess of the Bluebirds”,” she explained, reaching her hand out as one of her subjects landed on her finger. “But saying that can be quite a mouthful..so you can just call me [y/n].”

“Ah..well..i-it’s a pleasure to meet you, [y/n],” King smiled, bowing to her. [Y/n] simply smiled back and curtsied. “Likewise....?”

“J-Just call me “King”,” the man stammered, chuckling nervously as he straightened his back to look at her. 

“Alright then, King,” [Y/n] replied. “So...how come your face was all red when I said hello to you?” She tilted her head to the side, curious. The bluebird that still sat on her hand mimicked her action.

“I...I’m um...not sure,” King confessed as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess I-I was just...mesmerized by your singing and how you can speak to birds and your beauty-”

Upon realizing the words he just said, he slapped at hand over his mouth, wishing he could swallow them back. His face turned as red as his cape when he saw [y/n] quirk an eyebrow at him.

How foolish could he be to have made yet another mistake? In the presence of someone who should be as highly respected as he was??

“I-I-I’m so sorry..” He buried his flushed face into his hands, ignoring the peanut butter that stuck to his palms. God he wished he could just disappear right there and then. “I-I didn’t....m-mean to-”

“Hey, hey..it’s alright.”

King stiffened up as he felt her hands gently grab a hold if his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. He bravely looked into her eyes, surprised to find a smile on her face.

“I’m flattered by your words, actually. But..with that being said...I must confess that I do find you quite..charming, indeed.”

“Y-You do...?” He mumbled, eyes wide. “Even though I literally climbed up a tree because I was spooked?”

“Yep. I found that to be quite adorable, in fact.” [Y/n] giggled. “That..and your tail, too.”

“W-Wait..you noticed that too?” His bushy tail flicked out from underneath his cape. “Do you really think I-I’m..?”

“Of course.” She told him, going on her tippy-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek that was not slathered in peanut butter, before pulling back and giving him an even wider smile. “I’m glad we crossed paths today, King.”

It took the man several long moments to process the fact that this princess...this beautiful woman he had only just met and had now fallen in love with...actually kissed him.

But once that time passed, King smiled down at her sweetly. “Y-Yeah..I am, as well, Princess [Y/n].” He sighed, before gently hugging her close.

This was truly love at first sight...something he once thought was merely the stuff of cheesy, romantic movies and novels.

[powerovernothing]

Different anon here: because I'm lame I crack myself up thinking of an au where yondu survives and travels with the guardians, getting to know them and slowly becoming more and mores done with his sons weird taste in friends.

Oh my, isn’t this a rare treat, and something that completely puts a massive smile on my face! To go from writing a super fun meta for one nice Anon based around our local space dad…and then to turn around and see that another lovely Anon has wandered into my askbox to discuss more Yondu things?

And not only that, but also share with me an adorable headcanon of him and his son post Vol 2 where everything is good and happy and nothing sad ever happened no matter what James Gunn tries to make us believe?

Oh, I am going to have a fun time with this~

(Lots of Yondad meta and headcanon under the cut, as well as a small drabble where Yondu and Drax get along and embarrass Peter! Prepare for feelings as well as silly things!)

First off, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. The Guardians of the Galaxy fandom is just absolutely and all around lovely, and they certainly know their way to my heart with really great ideas coming from their really awesome minds!

Honestly, how could you not just adore this fandom and the people within it?!

Ah, but regardless! Hello there different, but equally as great, Yondu Anon! (Or would you rather me call you Yondad!Anon instead? Seems kind of fitting, yeah?) And thank you very much for popping into my askbox! Seeing all these messages from you guys just really makes my days all the more brighter; you just have no idea!

But there I go, getting off track; for shame! Anyway, you said that you make yourself giggle over a scenario where Yondu travels full time with Peter and his Guardian family after the events of the second film, and that he just, slowly but surely, becomes even more done with his son’s very bizarre choice of friends the more and more he gets to know them?

And, on top of everything, you somehow actually consider that idea to be lame?

Oh, but my dear Yondad friend! That is where you are sadly mistaken, because I don’t think that that idea is lame whatsoever! In fact, I think that it’s a very wonderful idea actually! And one that I, too, often think about in terms of post Vol 2 headcanons – be it silly or cute or just somewhere in between!

And actually, reading over your message reminded me of various ideas that me and my friend @packratofdenialism had in regards to Yondu’s relationship with the Guardians. The ones that come to mind first and foremost being that, other than Rocket and Groot, it would probably be Drax that Yondu would end up having the best kind of friendship with, before anyone else in the group.

And why him of all people, you may be wondering, and not someone like Mantis, considering that she is basically in some ways Peters’ adoptive sister, and Yondu has a thing for strays?

Well, honestly, the reasoning behind this is that Yondu and Drax are actually rather similar. Both warriors/killers with their own sense of honor, both fathers in their own right, both pretty bad with emotions, and yet ends up, after a massive tragedy, accepting a new family…as well as various others I’m probably not remembering.

And besides all that, there’s also the fact that both Yondu and Drax have one amazing ice breaker to spark their friendship. And something that would most certainly embarrass the hell out of Peter once he hears them talking about it.

That Drax was one of the first Guardians whom considered Yondu Peter’s father.

And since we’re all about giving out headcanons, and you had such an awesome one messaged to me above – how about I give you one in return? One that will give you all the emotions, possibly silly and heartwarming both?

(Inspired by late night conversations with @packratofdenialism​, love ya friend~!)

Because honestly, can you imagine the look on Yondu’s face when Drax pulls him aside and he begins to discuss just how wonderful the relationship that Yondu has with his son is? And how proud he must be to have raised such  a grand warrior, or how blessed Yondu should feel to see Peter grow and become a leader of his own crew?

I mean, it’s one thing to say it among friends, and have it be played off as a really big misunderstanding…

As well as have Peter totally deny that Yondu is the dad he’s always wanted, or that he ever called him Dad emotionally after he was saved from space, or how this is something that both father and son are still trying to get used to saying at all…but, dude, that’s only meant to be private sappy bullshit just between them! Not said in mixed company, or aloud, or ever! What the hell, Drax!

But to bring it up again, in a small ship where everyone can hear, and in front of Yondu no less! Peter isn’t sure whether to crawl under the ship’s controls or just smack his head repeatedly into the wall, because he knows well enough that nothing that comes out of this is going to be good, and he’ll probably never live it down…

I mean, just imagine!

“Ah, at long last! I get to go one on one with Quill’s father!” “Sure as hell hope yer not expectin’ the two o’us ta’arm wrest –” He pauses half way through his playful words; realizing slowly just what Drax said. “Wait, whadda’yer sayin’?”“You are indeed the true father of Star Lord? I know that your son tries to deny it with great enthusiasm, but it is surely so plain to see!”

So Peter would just groan aloud, because it was bad enough the first time around but now other members are listening in, and part of him just really hopes that Yondu will cut Drax off with some joke.

And yet, Yondu just smiles. Letting out that very asshole kind of laugh that is hidden with deeper emotion; because it may be slightly embarrassing to be considered Peter’s father by someone – as well as surprising, considering no one is judging him for said feelings…but somehow it just feels right.

“Hah, yeah, ah’guess ya could say ‘dat.”

And at hearing that Yondu isn’t angry, and is possibly going along with it, Peter just pops his head in and glares at them both with a massive blush on his cheeks.

“OH MY GOD YONDU NO. Don’t encourage him, ya stupid ass blueberry! Seriously, man, he’ll never stop at this rate and dude, we’re getting a damn audience here!”

And Drax interjects, because how rude of Peter to call his father a blueberry!

“Do not disrespect your father, Quill!”

And slowly, Yondu just looks over at Peter and sees his flustered look, because he knows that they were never the type for outward or open emotion. But after everything they went through, they could use a little bit of lighthearted teasing, and oh god it’s just so easy!

And he gives him a far too knowing smirk – like yep boy, ya wiggled yerself into dis, now ya gotta deal wit’it.

“Ey, ya heard him, son! Ya go on and treat yer daddy wit’ ‘sum kinda respect!”

And Peter just goes full on blood red, because oh my god Yondu why, and stomps out all the while screaming.

“THAT’S IT. IT’S OFFICIAL. I AM DISOWNING ALL OF YOU.”

Then Drax would look over at Yondu curiously; still hearing Peter squealing down the hallways.

“Is he always such –”

“A big ol’ drama queen? Hell yes. I mean, damn, th’ stories I could tell –” 

“Oh! Please share your tales, Udonta! I would be overjoyed to listen!”

Hours later, Peter comes back totally drunk, and being far too done with his new extended family of embarrassing people and dad jokes, and oh my god are those two still at it after all this time? If I turn that corner they better not be exchanging baby pictures, what the hell.

And Yondu is still next to Drax, and he has this massively proud smile on his face. And he’s explaining in detail about the first time that Peter tried to shoot the special blaster that that he had given his boy for his birthday, and how their training session ended with Peter accidentally shooting Yondu in the leg instead of the Yaka Arrow that was meant as the target.

And Drax is just laughing out loud, as he often does when he is happy, and Peter expects Yondu to still be angry because of the accidental maiming that happened all those years ago and yet –

“Boy gave me one helluva scar! Still got it too! And oh damn, was he sheepish! Thinkin’ I was gonna up and whup ‘im for doin’ it. Hell, lookin’ back I probably scared im’ cussa my shouting an’ all…but I was REAL DAMN PROUD!””As one should be! To know that your child holds the courage to take down his target no matter who it may be! That shows true strength!””And even’tho dat shit hurt like hell, I was just thinkin, durin’ his stupid ass apology, how ‘dat trick shot coul’ be used on the field! Git’im all backed inna corner, and hav’im hit his target when ‘dey least expect it?”“Ahaha! Imagine the look on your enemy’s face when they are taken down by such a small and frail child!”“Hell yeah! I mean, I always ‘igured Petey to be sumfin’ special, but after all ‘dat, th boy just kept on surprisin’ me!“

Maybe Peter assumes that half of this conversation is just his drunken mind playing tricks on him, because Yondu was, and is proud of him? And Drax is agreeing? And they’re actually getting along? And it’s not just at Peter’s expense?

Obviously he had one too many.

And yet, the more he continues to listen in secret, the more he sees his old man actually smiling, and sees him getting along with his team, and not having to worry about anything that Ego put on his shoulders, or Ravagers betraying him for daring to care…

And sure, maybe he’s still getting used to all of this; the thought of him having an actual family.

…One that is filled with talking raccoons and green skinned warriors, tiny trees that enjoys his odd taste in music and a blue skinned dad with a flying arrow, as well as a brother that still is loyal even though he doesn’t have to be after what happened with the Ravagers…

Okay, so maybe his family is a seriously weirdass one…but it’s still a family nonetheless. And the more that Peter thinks about it, the more he walks away from the conversation, and finds himself placing in certain earbuds from a certain Zune and playing a certain song to help him deal with his awful hangover…

…He realizes that yeah, embarrassing and mismatched and crazy as it may be, this family is still his – and it just feels right.

There you go, Anon! You gave me the wonderful idea of Yondu getting to know the Guardians and just wondering where he went wrong in Peter’s upbringing because SERIOUSLY SON WHY THESE IDIOTS. And in turn, I gave you an idea where everyone else slowly just becomes totally done with Yondu – mostly Peter, because THE EMBARRASSING STORIES, DAD WHY.

As well as some additional feelings on top of the silliness, because why not?

Thank you so much once more for coming into my askbox and talking Yondad related headcanons with me! I deeply appreciate it, always totally have fun with it, and I surely hope that you enjoyed my little mini fan fiction that I gave you in return! (If anyone wants that posted on it’s own without additional talk, just ask.)

Lots of hugs, hope you have a great day full of joy and fandom feelings, and I hope to see you around soon! Pop back in anytime!

[silver-soliloquy]

COMC week I don’t even know anymore but here are some Notes

XLIV

o   Edmond, do you…do you know anyone who isn’t connected to this whole revenge nonsense? Have you ever spoken to a single person without a sinister ulterior motive?  You might try it sometime, it’s fun o   That said, Edmond Knows Nothing About This Backstory is always a hilarious game o   So I think this is the first time Edmond’s used two disguises on the same person without being caught, as the Abbe Busoni and the Count?  Mysterious Stranger level-up! o   I also love that all his aliases apparently KNOW each other, half his social circle is actually just himself in different wigs o   Oh, Caderousse.  Yikes.

XLV

o   I have no comments for this chapter except WHAT LADY MACBETH NONSENSE EVEN IS THIS o   “I like ghosts” okay you goth weirdo

XLXI

o   A retreating forehead!!  Edmond, how did you not realize Danglers was evil when you first met him! o   Edmond spying on people from his window with binoculars like a stereotypical suburban housewife on the hunt for gossip is the most amazing image ever, thank you Dumas o   The whole horse theft thing is just SO PETTY. Like I know it’s part of a Scheme, but…sooooo petty. o   The politeness mind games Edmond plays with people is honestly the most enjoyable part of the book so far, why can’t we have less obscure chess mastering and more clever social maneuvering?

XLVII

o   The baroness Danglers is Terrible and kind of hilarious in her utter lack of chill o   I’m not sure which headcanon I like better—Edmond actually spending the timeskip years hanging around theatres and annoying the actors into giving him lessons, or Edmond being super obvious and overacting literally all the time but everyone assumes it’s just part of his ~eccentricity~ and never calls him on it o   He gave the horses diamond earrings.  What the hell, Edmond. o   Okay again, Edmond the shadowy figure pulling the strings of some mysterious grand plan isn’t that interesting of a character to me—Edmond the petty, passive-aggressive verbal sparer using rich people’s own societal convention and etiquette laws against them is FANTASTIC and I am totally rooting for him in those moments

XLVIII

o   Not really sure how much of this Edmond actually believes and how much he’s just saying to weird out Villefort, but what the hell anyways o   Nortier :(((((

XLIX

o   Haydee!!! o   …question, was Greece actually included in ~The East~ from a 19th century French standpoint?  I don’t think I’ve ever heard it lumped in with orientalism before, but Haydee being Greek also seems to make her Turkish and generally ~Eastern~ as far as her wardrobe and interior decor is concerned? o   Haydee definitely needs some friends, but she is awesome regardless

L

o   The Morrels are adorable and I’m really glad they’re doing well o   Watch it Edmond, you’re on the verge of making a friend o   Edmond BLUSHED oh my god let’s keep Julie around always o   Edmond’s identities are getting a little precarious here—if Maximilien ever talked to Franz about the whole Sinbad saving his family thing Franz would be only too happy to tell him that Monte Cristo goes by that name sometimes and “oh uh no there’s TWO Sinbads running around and the one who helped you is my weird English friend who just happens to look a lot like me” would be a pretty flimsy excuse o   But possibly that would require a higher level of friendship than Edmond would expect, especially since he had no reason to expect Max’s social circle to overlap with his enemies’ kids’ o   I would laugh so hard if all his castle of lies collapsed from a couple friends chatting though, oh my god o   WAIT A SECOND, didn’t Albert talk about Franz’s Arabian Nights adventures with the Count at the breakfast that Max was AT?  Come on dude, put it together, there can’t be that many people running around with that ridiculous an alias o   Also, so far Mercedes and Julie are the only two who have even looked funny at the Count so far!  A+ perceptiveness, ladies! o   Also I’m so glad that part of Edmond’s disguise routine is tight corsets o   I had to put down the book to go OOOOOOH at Morrel attributing his salvation to Edmond Dantes’s ghost, DANG Dumas I was not expecting that o   Edmond: oh well I have no idea who that is but I have to leave right now immediately for totally unrelated reasons

LI

o   At least twice this chapter I found myself thinking “wow, this is really Pyramus and Thisbe!” before remembering that that is, in fact, the title of the chapter, so well done Dumas you got me o   Also side note last time I read a thing where the heroine had an evil dad and the name Valentine was involved it belonged to the dad, so my brain keeps trying to autocorrect “Valentine” to “Valentine’s Daughter” o   Be quiet, brain, we can reread Mortal Engines later o   Valentine also really needs more friends!  Can she make friends with Haydee, please? o   @aporeticelenchus​  okay now it definitely makes sense that Edmond would have sought out Franz separately from Albert—I wonder what exactly he was hoping to find in his enemy’s future son-in-law, and if Franz met expectations? o   Marking this down as another class-as-costume moment, now for romance purposes! o   …I wonder what Franz did to make Villefort want him as a son-in-law so bad, since he doesn’t seem to like most people—maybe just being rich and titled, of course o   I’m so sad about Valentine and Nortier’s friendship already :( o   VALENTINE NEEDS A HUG o   I’m glad she at least had a good relationship with her mom?  Her mom was a good, from the little we saw of her :( o   I love how much literally all the kids hate Danglers.  He has a creepy laugh!  Thank you, Valentine

LII

o   This whole chapter is just…very extra.  There is absolutely zero subtlety happening here. o   Valentine is also definitely right to be scared of her stepmom, jeez.  Now I want to hug her even more! o   AU where Edmond’s grand vengeance is actually just raising all his enemies’ kids better than they ever could like in Maleficent o   “this domestic pest answering to the name of Edouard” man I love it when the narrators get judgey o   Once again Edmond pulls two disguises on the same person and gets away with it!  although the fact that he admits it makes me want to think he actually hired someone else to play the doctor in Italy, just to be contrary o   Edmond judging people’s parenting skills is also hilarious o   (Maleficent au!!!) o   EDMOND IS THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS, THE TRUTH IS REVEALED AT LAST

LIII

o   Eugenie!!! o   Albert is so rightfully terrified of her, this is amazing o   I would actually kind of love for the two of them to get convenience-married and then just ignore each other forever? o   Eugenie checking out literally every woman in the opera house is incredible, girl wouldn’t know subtlety if it bit her on the nose—but Haydee is a musician!  Eugenie should invite her over for jam sessions with her and her singer girlfriend! FRIENDSHIP! o   Please just give Haydee friends okay o   Also the slave/princess thing Haydee’s got going is making people uncomfortable and unsure how to treat her, class as costume but the other way around maybe! o   AT LEAST HAYDEE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO THE STAGE o   Haydee backstory!  Excellent!

LIV

o   “ADORABLE” o   Franz’s comments about the count in his letter to Albert—PLEASE CHILL??? o   Unless Albert is making this up as an excuse to compliment the count himself, in which case YOU chill o   Oh so Franz’s dad was a royalist!  That would explain that arranged marriage o   Albert’s really making a fuss about this marriage thing, Eugenie seems mostly indifferent?  Well, maybe it’s just because she’s a lot scarier than he is

LV-LVI

o   These are…a weird couple chapters o   It’s interesting to see the behind the scenes of Edmond’s chessmastering though! o   Also, these two are really terrible actors and I would not be surprised at all if they gave the game away o   At the very least, we should get to see Edmond judging their acting prowess which should be ENTERTAINING o   Again we have ~Andrea~ meeting Edmond in various identities without being any the wiser!  I really want to do a comparison with Fantomina tbh o   They’ve already broken character??  STANDARDS, guys

LVII

o   I’m sad that Eugenie and Valentine aren’t friends, but at least they can talk to each other? o   I do get the feeling that Eugenie wouldn’t have a ton of patience for Valentine’s woe-is-me spiel though, so okay o   …did Nortier murder Franz’s dad, because I would scream o   Honestly, all the next gen boys are so hearteyes about Edmond it’s hilarious o   Sweet of Edmond to get Max that horse he wanted, though!  And…he actually exercised subtlety for once in his life instead of just sending it to Max’s place with diamond earrings??  INCREDIBLE