#adonis is so fucking fluffy and it makes me happy

[amajorartattack]

I've been very happy with a lot of my art recently, though a lot of it has been Adonis, and he's my favorite character that I have but still. But like I just think it looks really good.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

Junior Johnson x Black Male Reader

I legit have the biggest crush on Marcus Scribner, the man’s eyes alone divorces my legs. But I actually wanted a storyline in this and not just my fantasies for this Adonis, so, I used the character Junior to explore my creative writing skills…

ENJOYYYYUH:

You and Junior had been dating for a couple weeks. You had met the entire family. When Junior came out as bi, they all accepted him with open arms. Though Earl made the joke about Junior playing for both teams because he couldn’t get any girls, he quickly changed his mind when he saw you. “Gosh, he’s beautiful” Ruby complimented. Everyone absolutely adored you. Every time you and Junior had to babysit Devonte and he’d fall asleep between your bodies, Junior fantasised about your future together. You exchanged fashion tips with Zoey, even designing some of her outfits. You choreographed dances with Jack that you guys would perform for the whole family. Diane was definitely the closest to you though. You understood how under appreciated she felt and the two of you bonded over so many things - music, politics, tv shows, celebrity culture, EVERYTHING. You were so happy to see that the relationship between your bf and his father improved. “Y/N is really something,” he praised Junior “I know, I’m so lucky to have him.” He remarked. You and Andre visited galleries all the time, loving how black artists like Kehinde Wiley and Titus Kaphar were finally getting the attention they deserved.

They all loved you. All except Bow. “Mom why can’t you just accept him, everyone else has,” your bf demands “Junior I love you and I love that Y/N makes you happy.” She tried pleading her case. “Then why , why don’t you like-” “BECAUSE I see myself in him,” Rainbow quickly interjected. “What?” Junior questions. His mother gets closer. “I know what it is like to marry a mama’s boy, I resented your grandmother so much because of it, and I don’t want that to rub off on you and Y/N’s relationship.” He hugged her, “Mom you have absolutely nothing to worry about, Y/N really wants to get to know you, he thought you hated him.” “No that’s not true, I love the way that he makes everyone in this house feel welcome even though he’s the guest, I love the kindness he shows to us all, and most, I love the way the two of you look at each other. “EW Mom that’s gross,” Junior backed up “Not in that way, the innocent love you guys have when you go up and hug each other and say the sweetest things to one another.” Little did they know you heard all of the conversation. After that, Rainbow became your biggest fan, being the first person you told outside of your family that you got into your dream school.

ENOUGH FLUFFY NONESENSE:

Junior has a snake. The boy carries 8 inches of thick sausage and it’s the way he doesn’t know the true extent to which he’s packing. When he took your virginity, as soon as you saw his rock hard cock painted right in front of your face. You exclaimed, “JJ, you are huge, do you know that?” You looked up at him with hungry eyes. “Thanks babe, but seeing you on your knees right now makes me wanna fuck your face.” “Go ahead,” he held your cornrows and eased the tip into your mouth. “FUUUUUCK, damn babe, you feel so good.” He moves his head back in pleasure. “Tell me when you need to take a break.” You both exchanged eye contact, it awoke something primal. You smacked your bf’s strong hand away from your head. You went ham on that dick, slobbering all over the shaft and sucking the tip really hard. “SHIT, “ junior fell onto the bed behind him. “Y/N how do you suck dick do well, this is your first time and you’re giving me the best head I’ve ever been given.” He praises you. You chuckled, “Thanks J, I just really love that cock, it’s so pretty,” you say fondling with his balls.

Junior is a moaning mess in bed. He has his mouth open a lot when he’s not talking but feeling his breath on your ear or your face turns you on differently. I’d want him to spit in my mouth and tell me how good I’m taking him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good baby.” “No one fucks you as good as I do, do they?” you were so cockdrunk, you couldn’t reply, “TWANGGG” Junior’s large hands placed a deafening slap on your bubble butt. “Use your words baby,” “Shit, your dick is the best uhhhh” You slurred as Junior pounded your prostate with his fat tip. I kinda just know that he would always bareback me and cum inside me. And as aftercare he’d fantastise abt knocking me up

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[gortashshairytits]

Ok but you know Jean is planning to do this on Christmas morning 😆😆😆

GOSJBCHWKJDKXMX YEP

“Heyyyyyy baby…” you hear as you’re being gently roused. “Baby, it’s Christmas! Wake up!”

You groan as you rub your eyes. What time was it? It was still rather dim in your bedroom. But you knew how much Jean loved the holidays. It wasn’t too abnormal for him to get up obscenely early on Christmas Day.

Well, this shouldn’t be too bad. He usually had coffee brewed, a cup made up just the way you liked it. Your robe would be cleaned and ready for you to slip into, along with your house shoes. It’ll be nice to gradually fully come into consciousness with him, snuggled up in front of the fire he’s started while you watch the snowflakes fall outside.

What you didn’t expect was the rather delectable sight before you as your eyes adjusted. There your handsome man was, wearing nothing but a red, fluffy stocking on his…well…

You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips as your eyes roamed his perfect body. You knew it well by now, but it still made your mouth water. His muscular arms and chest, his six pack, that happy trail…

He was beautiful, your tanned Adonis. Hairy, but not too much. Literal perfection. And he knew the effect he had on you too, the bastard.

He posed a little, smirking. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “Are you ready for your present?”

You could tell that he was certainly ready, given that that stocking was staying in place and not falling off of him. That made your thighs squirm together.

Despite your sleepiness, you grinned right back. “I thought it was supposed to be ‘dick in a box,’ like the song?”

He chuckled, his hands on his hips. “That was the inspiration, yeah. But I figured I’d make it more festive.” He gestured to the stocking. “I’ve got a nice big candy cane in here for you…want a lick?” He winked.

Your body was on fire already from his suggestiveness. But you still wanted to tease him a bit before you gave in. “So I’m getting a cock in a sock instead?”

He blinked, then huffed through his nose. He turned on his heel and pretended to be mad as he walked quickly out of the room. “I fucking can’t with you.”

You were cackling as you chased after him. It was hilarious to you that, after being together for so long and all of the sexual things you’d done together, little things could still embarrass him. It was something you took full advantage of.

You wrapped your arms around him. “Okay okay, I’m sorry baby,” you chortled. “I know I ruined the surprise you set for me. I’m sorry.”

He turned and held you back. You blushed feeling that stocking poking into you. “Good,” he replied, staring down with those intense hazel eyes of his. “I hope you’re ready to atone for it. Because your Christmas present is big, and it’s ready for you.”

[babbushka]

I’ve been away from Tumblr for a few weeks now and I come back to all of this 😍 I’m SO excited for summer time fun with the boys! If request really are still open (OMG!), what about Flip and his Mrs having some fun in the pool he built! I don’t mean smut necessarily, but what if he like throws her in the pool and they have a splash fight and he’s holding her up in the water and it’s just a fluffy old affair with the happy couple 😍

1.2k, no warnings just fluff! (set in the Flip & His Darling Jewish Wife AU)

After a long and brutal winter, and the allergen-ripe spring, Flip can’t even begin to describe how fuckin’ happy he is that it’s finally summer. The temperature topping out around eighty degrees and sunshine has his usually irritated, aggravated, sour demeanor transforming into something a little more eager and excited -- mostly because that means he gets to take the cover off the swimming pool.

When Flip bought the huge tract of land and built you this house all those years ago, it didn’t originally have a pool. That worked out just fine by him, because it meant you could design anything you wanted, and he would find a way to make it happen. Or rather, hire people who knew how to make it happen.

And so you did, and he did, and on this sunny summer day in June, with you lying out in your pretty new bathing suit soaking up the rays, he’s going to take advantage of the crystalline waters of the pool.

“Hey ketsl?” He hoists himself up out of the pool and walks carefully across the patio, the concrete having a tendency to be slippery when wet.

You’re lounging on one of the chaise lounges in the sunshine, skin practically glowing from the oils that he had rubbed into your skin about fifteen minutes ago, making you look like some sort of ethereal pool-side goddess.

“Yes honey?” You grin, sitting up a little on the lounge and lifting your sunglasses away from your face, the oversized lenses trendy for this time of year.

“Why don’t you come on it? The water’s fine.” Sitting down on the chaise, he moves your legs up and over so he can settle them down on his lap, patting the side of your thigh.

“I will in a minute, my sunscreen’s gotta soak in a little longer.” You point to your legs, and Flip only pinches at your calves playfully, “Otherwise it’ll just wash right off.”

“Hmm, how much longer?” Flip starts to creep a little further up the chaise, pulling you fully onto his lap, your laughter warm and bright just like the summer sun.

“Just a minute or two.” You slide your arms around his broad shoulders, his sopping wet hair dripping all over you in the process, but neither of you really mind. “I can think of a good way to keep you occupied.”

You’re both smiling a little too hard for it to be a real kiss, but you manage to get him to pucker up enough that your lips meet with happy sighs from both of your lungs, eyes slipping closed. Flip’s nose nudges against yours happily, and you open your mouth eagerly for him, letting his hands roam all around your body.

“You taste like pineapple.” Flip murmurs against your lips, sucking on your tongue a little, growing hot in his skin.

“Thanks, it’s the pineapple.” You reply cheekily, and Flip cracks open an eye to see your pina colada in the pineapple he cored out for you resting on the small side-table next to the chaise.

“You’re such a brat.” Flip shakes his head, biting your cheek.

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond to that, instead using the position of you wrapped around his body to his own advantage, picking you up and hoisting you into his arms, carrying you over the pool.

It takes exactly two seconds for you to realize what’s happening, and you immediately begin smacking at his chest, clinging to him tightly, laughing all the while.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw me, Philip Zimmerman!” You shout in between adrenaline filled laughter as he begins to pick up speed walking towards the deep end.

“I’m not going to throw you!” Technically it isn’t a lie, instead of throwing you, Flip runs and jumps into the deep end with you in his arms, and your excited screams are cut off by the splashing of water.

Making sure to let you go straight away so you can kick up to the surface of the water, Flip’s already swimming away, knowing that he’s in for some punishment for that little maneuver.

“That’s it, get back here you sonofabitch.” You call to him from the deep end, taking a deep breath before disappearing under the water again.

You’re fast, really fucking fast, in the water. So fast that he doesn’t get too far before you’re popping up in front of him, grabbing his shoulders, and shoving him under the water with a defiant laugh.

Under the water, Flip wraps his arms around your legs and yanks you down too, and when you both surface again, you’re each splashing one another with competitive energy.

Flip’s so handsome in the sun like this, you think. His skin tans so easily, and the rays always bring out his freckles and beauty spots that you love to count in the evenings as you’re falling asleep. He’s in his tight speedo, the gold chain of his magen david sparkling around his neck. You had slathered him in spf oils too, and the sheen of it glistens on his sculpted pecs and arms, his strong stomach and big thighs -- your very own Jewish Adonis.

“Shit, I always forget how good of a fuckin’ swimmer you are ketsl.” Flip manages to catch you and wrap his arms tight around your waist, kissing your neck and cheek in a multitude of wet smacking smooches as he teases, “You sure you ain’t a duck instead of a kitten?”

“Nah that’d be you, katchkaleh.” You tease right back, clinging to him again, your legs wrapping around his waist as you kiss him near the cascading waterfall that splashes into your pool from the rock formation that your husband had built.

You missed this, these afternoons where he doesn’t have to go into work, doesn’t have to go running around the city. Your husband is right here with you, exactly where he should be, kissing you, exactly what he should be doing.

“What do you say to having some friends over for a pool party this weekend? Kick summer off right?” You ask, twirling a lock of his wet hair around and around one of your fingers.

“Fine by me, as long as you keep wearin’ this tight fuckin’ swimsuit,” He toys with the ties of your swimsuit, “And I keep gettin’ to take it off of you.”

“Deal...!” You wink, pulling at the elastic of his speedo and letting it snap against his skin, before wriggling out of his hold and splashing away to the shallow end, craving another sip of your pina colada.

“Oh I’ll fuckin’ get you for that one.” Flip growls from the waterfall, and you only laugh, throwing a sparkling smile over your shoulder.

And if Flip gets lost in the way that you’re so beautiful out here in the sunshine, giving you a few seconds of a head-start, well, who are you to snap him out of it?

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Tagging some Flip lovin' friends! @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @miabelay11 @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @caitlin-was-here @icarusinthesea @princessflip

[rocorambles]

sorry i've been out for a while ;^; i got a problem with my body somehow so i went to the doc heh i got a req can u do it 👉👈 so this girl got stretch marks like me cause i'm fat and i didnt even know xD and which yandere (haikyuu) would say we are disgusting and start fucking us lmaoo i'm fucked up lol

Hi! I missed you~ I hope everything is okay with your health! So I do want to caveat and say that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with stretch marks. They’re completely normal, natural, and beautiful in their own way~ I once had a friend who said they kind of look like tiger stripes and honestly? How fucking cool is that???? 

BUT for your request, I went with Oikawa. 

Warnings: Yandere, Dub-Con, Body Dysmorphia, Degradation, Implied NSFW

Oikawa’s cruel. A life of feeling inadequate and never feeling like he’s enough will do that to a man and when his insecurity as at an all-time low, when his serves weren’t as accurate as they should be, when his sets were just a bit off, he takes it out on you. 

He loves you, he swears he does. Although maybe he just loves how easy it is to take his frustration out on you, how easy you make it to claw at your own insecurities and make you feel just as awful, if not worse, than him. And he’s always been irritatingly observant, chocolate brown eyes never missing how you scrutinize your naked body in the mirror after every shower, grimacing at the stretch marks before quickly covering them with a fluffy towel. 

So when he comes storming back home from an awful practice, still feeling like he doesn’t truly belong in this new country, on this new team, and spies you casually humming to yourself, looking perfectly content, as you step out of the shower, he lunges at you, determined to wipe that smile off your face. 

How dare you be happy when he feels like complete shit?

He smiles when you cry, begging him to not fuck you in front of the full-length mirror, especially not with the light turned to its brightest. He knows how much you hate looking at yourself completely naked, how inadequate you feel when you compare yourself to his Adonis figure, and he takes full advantage of it. 

“You should feel lucky I’m even touching damaged goods like you.” 

The tears come streaming down even harder as his calloused hands grip your stretch marks, one hand tangled in your hair and forcing you to look in the mirror as he points out every flaw. 

“Now thank me as I fuck you.”

[jobean12-blog]

Reader decides it would be funny to hide all of beefy buckys shirts and replace them with smaller ones as a prank to cause him problems, little did she know the problem would be for her as her smoking hot boyfriend is now walking around in really tight shirts and is a fucking tease. Nat notices this problem and decides to be a little shit and says something like “damn if u don’t get ur man I might have to for u😉”. Reader does not like that, jumps on bucky, and he gives her the ride of her life

Where is my Shirt?

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,024

Summary: Hiding Bucky’s shirts seemed like a good idea at first…

Author’s Note: Let’s be real here, I would do anything to see Beefy Bucky in a tight shirt and then get to see him out of it! This was so fun to write and I hope you enjoy it my friend

Warnings: Fluffy fun and Smut! Bucky being hot in tee shirts (18 + eyes only please :)

“Hey babe?” Bucky questions, his head half stuffed into the closet as you admire his ass and reply, “yes, Buck?” “Have you seen my plain blue tee shirt; you know the really soft one I like to wear to bed?” he asks, poking his head out and eyeing you suspiciously. “You took it didn’t you?” he says, and it comes out as more of a statement than a question, “is it in the wash?” “Listen, baby, I didn’t take it and I don’t know where it is, I do love the shirt but I’m telling you the truth,” you answer, holding your hands up in mock surrender.

He walks toward you, eyebrows raised and a silly smirk on his face, “are you sure, it isn’t under here is it?” he asks as he lifts your shirt up and tickles you, “what about here?” he asks, turning you around and grabbing your ass. You can’t stop laughing, “omg, Bucky, why would your shirt be in my pants, you’re just looking for a cheap excuse to touch me,” you joke, but really you don’t want him to stop and he knows it.

The next thing you know he has you caged against the wall, hips pinned against yours and his arousal evident, “I need to get to the gym doll, you know Steve hates when I’m late,” he growls, rubbing circles into your sides. Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck the gym and fuck you instead, Steve knocks on the door, yelling to hurry up and effectively ruining the moment.

Bucky’s head falls to your neck as he whispers filthy promises about later, you moan and push him away, “better hurry, baby, and find a shirt!” you yell as you walk toward the bathroom to get ready for your day.

You hear the door shut a minute later and quietly open the bathroom door and peek out, checking for Bucky. He left so you run over to the hallway closet and check behind your feminine product stash and see that the pile of his normal tee shirts is still there, giggling to yourself as you close the door.

You and Bucky had recently had a conversation about his tee shirts and why they were so damn big on him. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t get a smaller size and he spent about an hour explaining that he wanted them to be comfortable so he could move and work out in them easily. You argued that they didn’t show off his beefy muscles enough. He just blushed sweetly and laughed, shaking his head and telling you how cute you were, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

That’s how you find yourself in the current predicament, standing in the kitchen with Nat as Bucky and Steve return from the gym, Bucky wearing one of the tee shirts he found in the closet, one of smaller ones you planted there…and boy were you right. Every dip and plane of his chest is on display and the short sleeves are stretched so tight around his biceps it looks like they may rip at any moment. They are a bit shorter on him too, so if he lifts his arms only slightly, his Adonis belt is visible as well as the sexy peek-a-boo of his boxer briefs.

Your mouth is most definitely hanging open. Bucky most definitely notices.  You are staring at him and it’s amazing how you watch the pieces click together for him; why he can’t find his old shirts, why the smaller ones were in the closet and the person behind it all.

His grin becomes devilish, but he says nothing, only walks toward you at the counter, leaning close as he reaches up to get a glass for some water. You know he can hear the way your breath hitches, “I never found my shirt, baby girl, but this one was in the closet along with some others so at least I have ones to wear now,” he says, tone laced with cheekiness.

“Ok, great, glad you found something, looks good, Buck” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady and eyes on his. He gives you a heart stopping smile and saunters back to Steve who looks completely confused but simply shrugs it off and asks Bucky what he wants to eat for their post workout meal.

You slip out of the kitchen and head toward your room, hoping Bucky doesn’t follow right away. You need a minute to cool off and possibly move his normal tee shirts back into his closet. You get inside and go to grab a drink, hearing the door open and close again and curse yourself silently, “y/n, where are you,” he asks, as he moves around the space.  “Just grabbing a drink babe,” you reply, and he finds you to tell you, “Steve wants to go out to the burger place on the corner, why don’t you come with us, I think Nat and Wanda are coming too.”

“Sounds great, I haven’t eaten yet,” you tell him, and you move to get changed to go out. “Perfect, I’m just gonna take a real fast shower and change, be right out,” he says, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before walking to the bathroom.

Less than ten minutes later he comes into the small living room, freshly showered and wearing a clean and very small tee shirt. “Ok, let’s go, doll, I’m starving,” he says, holding his hand out for you. You grab it and he pulls you up and brings you into his chest, whispering, “maybe I can have you for dessert,” making you audibly swallow but you try to cover it up with a kiss.

The whole time you’re at the burger joint you can’t stop staring at him. The tee shirt is blue so not only does it fit so deliciously tight over his muscles, but it brings out the color in his eyes. You know he must have figured you out because he keeps touching you more than usual. He always has his hands on you, but this is more intense and teasing.

Nat finally says something, “what the hell is your problem, y/n, you keep staring at your man like you want to devour him but the only thing you’ve eaten for the past hour are a couple of fries.” Your mouth hangs open as you stare at her in silence, the embarrassment and anger building but before you can give her a sassy reply, she continues, her tone light but taunting, “if you’re not going to do something about how fine he looks in those tight shirts then allow me to help out.”

You’re not sure how you move so fast but the next thing you know is you have Bucky by the hand and you’re dragging him out of the restaurant and back to the tower. You can almost hear Nat’s cackles as you huff under your breath about how you’re going to kick her ass and continue stomping down the street.

You make it about halfway before Bucky picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, sprinting the next block back, hardly out of breath. You go limp, knowing you’ve lost this one but also happy you don’t have to drag him the rest of the way.

He gets you up to your shared room and sets you gently down, “so you like my new tight shirts, huh,” he says, smirking as he backs you up against the wall. “You’ll have to be sure to thank whoever got them for me, I still can’t find my old ones, and these just happened to be in the closet,” he explains, eyes dark as his hands skim under your shirt.

You are about to tell him the whole story but he places a finger over your lips, leaning in close and saying, “it’s ok, y/n, I know it was you, I figured it out pretty quickly and I think it’s really cute that you went to such lengths to see me in a tight tee shirt. If I had known it turned you on so much, I would have made the change when we talked about it.”

You still haven’t admitted to any of it, instead pushing your hips into his and moaning at the feel of his hard cock against your core. “Not talking I see, well, maybe I can fix that and make you scream instead,” he murmurs before dipping his head down to kiss you.

You moan into his mouth, wasting no time and fisting your hands into his shirt, pulling at it so he takes it off, “fuck, y/n, I love you like this, I’m never wearing those big shirts again,” he teases, pulling the tee shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

You lick your lips at the sight of him, running your hands down his chest to the zipper on his jeans, “get these off and make me scream, Buck, I need you,” you plead, as you slowly run your hand over the hardness in his pants.

He brings his lips to your neck, gently nipping and licking all the soft spots and you arch into him, needing more, “please Buck, fuck me hard,” you moan and it’s all he needs to lose control. His mouth leaves your throat and he takes your shirt off in a flash, kneading your breasts through the thin lace fabric of your bra. He pulls the cups down and runs his tongue over your nipple, biting down just enough to have you cry out in pleasure.

Your leggings are next and he is on his knees, large fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, staring up at you with lust blown eyes as he drags them down your legs, “need to taste you first baby,” he says before placing a delicate kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You instinctively throw one leg over his shoulder and grab his hair, guiding his mouth to where you want him. The first swipe of his tongue has you reeling, pushing your hips into his face and bringing him impossibly close. He flicks his tongue over your clit, and you know you’re close, the build up from the day too much to hold back.

Just as you’re about to cum he pulls away and trails kisses up your torso, sucking on your breasts once more before bringing his mouth to yours so you can taste yourself. He grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, your wetness coating his cock as he moves it along your folds.

You bite his bottom lip and thrust forward, making what you want known and he doesn’t hesitate, sliding into you slowly until he bottoms out. You both stay still for a moment, the stretch of his cock making you sigh in pleasure and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, a silent hint for him to move.

He pulls all the way out before slamming back in, his pace now anything but slow, fucking you so hard the shelves on the wall are shaking. Your head is thrown back and your nails dig into him, his grip on your hips so tight you know there will be bruises to show for it.

“Oh, fuck, Bucky, I’m so close, you feel so good,” you groan out, legs clamped around him as your vision begins to blur. His lips find yours as he brings one hand down to rub your clit and you lose it, screaming out and cumming hard on his cock, the fluttering of your walls milking his own orgasm.

Your head falls to his shoulder as he continues holding you up, still inside you, breaths heavy as you come down from your high. He carefully pulls out and sets you down, bringing his hand to lightly trace your jaw as he says, “damn, baby girl, where did you put my old shirts, I wanna get rid of ‘em, never wearing anything but the tight ones again,” he smirks before giving you a sweet kiss.

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[too-attached-to-fiction]

Love Illustrated | Steve Rogers

Masterlist here

Word count: 2447

Requested: no 

Prompt: I doodle on napkins between orders and i leave them for every regular that comes in and one day you leave a drawing for me 

a/n: not doing any sequels for this. I just wanted some fluffy Steve Rogers content.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, JUST SLOW!

~~~

Your best friend picked up another doodle you had left on the counter, observing it carefully. Above the hum of the espresso machine, he called out to you. 

“Have you ever considered doing this as a job?” He held up the drawing you had made of them earlier in the morning, just after you had opened up the cafe. “You’re better at this than talking to people.” 

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him. “That’s what I’m going to college for, dumbass.” You said.

Lucky Cafe was a small building, just a few blocks from Stark Tower and right next to a subway entrance. Taylor, your best friend, had opened up the shop the minute he was out of college. You, on the other hand, had been working in the shop since high school, and had started taking community classes a year ago. Due to your anxiety, you found it easier to hide behind the cash register and make whatever low-fat soy chai was ordered. 

“Well, Edith is starting to move toward the counter. Better start on that London Fog,” Taylor said, taking his rightful place at the cash register. 

“On it.” You mumbled, just as the old woman reached the counter. You quickly grabbed the milk to start steaming it and a teal mug from the shelf above you.

“Hi Edith, London Fog?” Taylor asked in his cheerful, my-smile-is-always-this-wide tone. 

“As always.” Edith said, making amicable chit-chat with Taylor. You smirked to yourself. Kiss up. 

As you waited for the milk and water to heat up, you grabbed a pen and started doodling on a spare post-it note. Today, Edith wore a purple sweater, something you’d seen her knitting for the past few weeks. 

You were finally satisfied with the doodle when the water and milk were ready, and once everything was assembled, you took the mug and the post-it to her. She beamed up at you when she saw the small drawing. 

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” You smiled back shyly before walking back to the other side of the counter. 

Just as you returned, Taylor’s eyes widened as he looked through the glass doors. “Holy shit.” He mumbled. “New customer, (Y/N)!” He tugged on your apron, and you looked up. Holy shit was right. There was a blonde man coming closer to the doors of your cafe, wearing a brown leather jacket and jeans. 

“He’s a fucking Adonis.” You mumbled, barely coherent. Still, you rolled your eyes. “We get them all the time. Stop ogling him and get ready to have a human conversation.” You sat on your stool, trying to figure out what to draw next. 

The bell over the front door rang, but you didn’t bother to look up. You could still feel Taylor’s nervous energy practically radiating from him. 

“Hi, welcome to Lucky Cafe! What can I get you today?” 

“Just a black coffee.” 

“For here, or to go?” 

“Here, please.”  The man said, and you glanced at the empty coffee pot. 

“We’ll bring that out for you in a few minutes.” Taylor said, knowing exactly what you were thinking. 

As soon as the man left the counter to find a seat, you leapt up, starting a new pot of coffee. While you waited for it to filter, your hands found the pen and post-it, and you sketched a basic outline of the man. 

“Looks more rough than usual.” Taylor observed, making you jump. You swatted his shoulder gently. 

“Shut up.” You shot back, too lazy to think of a proper insult. Taylor only laughed, and the front door rang again. 

The machine beeped, and you carefully poured the coffee into a mug, grabbed the light blue post-it and a small plate. You tucked the post-it underneath the mug and plate in hand before walking out and delivering the drink. 

“One black coffee.” You said, the two of you exchanging polite smiles. “If you need anything else, we’ll be at the counter.” You ducked your head as you walked off, palming the back of your neck. 

Anyone who wasn’t Taylor made you nervous. You were surprised you had been able to get those two sentences out to this new customer. Normally, you could barely utter one. 

Your shoulders instantly relaxed as you got behind the counter again, and carefully, you eyed the stranger as he found your drawing of him. He smiled at it, folding and tucking it in his pocket before he opened the sketchbook he had brought with him. 

Steve knew you were watching him. He’d seen the way you and Taylor had looked at him from across the street. Still, not wanting to embarrass you, he chose to brush that off. 

The drawing you had given him was nothing short of a normal sketch - and yet, it was undeniably him. You had gotten his features down perfectly within a few strokes of your ballpoint pen. 

This continued on for a week or so, with Steve coming into Lucky Cafe and receiving a sketch of himself every day. He kept all of them in his nightstand, safely tucked away from Tony and the rest of the team. 

By now, he had worked up the courage to say something. He knew you were painfully shy, because you never stood behind the register. You were always behind the espresso machine. 

So if he couldn’t talk to you at the counter, he’d have to figure out how to communicate with you. 

He started bringing his own post-it notes. He wondered how you made sketches so effortlessly in between customers, when he disliked everything he drew for you. 

It took another week for him to be happy with his own sketch of you. He had been sitting near the take out counter, where you normally sat on your stool while you doodled. Without thinking too much about it, he drew you - your hair tied up, the black apron over your (F/C) t-shirt. When he left, the post-it note stayed where he had been sitting. 

You made quick work to pick up the empty cup and the tip he’d left, but underneath it all was his drawing for you. You stared at it, wondering how he’d known all this time that you had been sketching him. 

Just below the drawing, he’d scribbled out his name and number. 

Steve Rogers, you thought, you’re going to be the death of me. 

~~~

For the next few days, you didn’t see him. Taylor and Lyra, the other part-timer, had both promised you that they’d tell you if he came in. By the time he came back, he had almost left your mind completely. 

Almost. 

When he entered the coffee shop for the first time in days, you gave him a small wave from behind the espresso machine. He grinned and waved back after ordering his usual. 

You were up in a flash, bouncing behind the counter as you waited for the new pot of coffee to finish. Lyra smirked at you. 

“Ready to talk?” She teased, and your face went hot. “Relax, I’m just teasing you.” 

Steve sat in his usual spot, in the corner of the cafe. You brought the steaming mug over with the post-it tucked into your apron. 

“Thank you, for the drawing. That was really nice.” You said quietly, bringing out today’s drawing. 

“I figured I should return the favor. What’s your name?” 

You pointed to your name badge with a raised eyebrow. “(Y/N).”

“When do you get a break?” 

Twenty minutes later, you were walking along Steve through the crowded streets of New York City. Summer was dying down, and the leaves had started to turn color everywhere. “So, Steve, what do you do?” 

“I work for the government.” Steve said carefully, trying not to act suspicious. “Is the coffee shop a full time gig?” 

“I’m a full time student at CCNY. The cafe just pays the bills.” You adjusted the bag on your shoulder. “I’m actually studying to be an animator. Well, trying to, anyways.” 

“How long have you been drawing?” 

“Longer than I can remember.” You replied, a soft smile gracing your features. 

Steve listened as you walked, your quiet voice flowing nervously. It had been a long time since you went out with anyone that wasn’t Tyler. 

Eventually, you made him talk about his past. He picked bits and pieces from his childhood carefully, which made you all the more curious. 

When you reached the community college, you looked at Steve. “Thank you for walking me. I’ll, um, I’ll text you. I-if that’s okay.” Your fingers unconsciously fiddled with the hem of your sweater. 

“Have a good class.” He said, raising a hand in greeting before going into the crowd of New Yorkers and students leaving CCNY. 

A month passed, with Steve walking you to class after your shift most days. Sometimes, he didn’t come into the shop for no more than a week. Taylor and Lyra did their best to distract you during those times, knowing that he brightened your day every time he walked in. 

“Are you free on Thursday night?” Steve asked one day as you served him his coffee. You stuck the post-it on the table, avoiding his eyes. 

“I think so. Even if I was scheduled for work, Taylor would probably make sure I’m free.” Your face warmed. “What do you have in mind?” 

“I wanted to take you out to dinner. A date, if you will.” 

Your eyes met his hopeful ones. You couldn’t help but nod, too speechless. In no universe did you ever think that you’d be going out with Steve Rogers. 

“Is that a yes?” 

You nodded again. “Um, I-I’ll t-text you my address.” 

He watched as you rushed off, amused as you practically raced behind the counter and whispered something into Taylor’s ear. His smile only grew as Taylor high-fived and hugged you tightly. 

“I’m so happy for you.” Taylor mumbled as he hugged you. “God, that took way too long.” 

~~~

That Thursday evening, Steve appeared at your apartment door, with a small bouquet in hand. You smiled, promising come back after you had placed the flowers in a vase. 

Three subway rides later, the two of you were sitting in a tiny Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. The waitstaff seemed to know Steve well, offering you warm smiles and earnestly telling you only good things. 

“Do you come here often?” You said after you’d ordered. 

“Enough.” Steve laughed. “My coworkers and I helped them out of a tough spot a year or two ago.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, we helped a lot of places rebuild after the whole alien thing.” You nodded. The invasion of 2012 was a huge deal in New York. You remembered ushering at least twenty people into Lucky’s basement, where you all crouched around the crank radio. Taylor was somewhat of a survivalist, and for once, you were glad that he was over-prepared. 

“That’s incredible.” 

Another two months passed, with Steve going away more and more often. Even though you missed him, you got caught up in work and school often, distracting yourself. You passed your winter finals with ease, and found refuge in Lucky Cafe. If Taylor and Lyra noticed Steve hadn’t been around, they didn’t say a word. 

Your phone buzzed as you were walking home from work. You stopped on the sidewalk only to find Steve’s name on your phone screen. 

Steve

3:45 PM

Can you come over? 

3:45 PM 

Yeah, of course. 

In your two months of dating, you’d only been to Steve’s apartment once or twice, and both visits had been extremely short. He was generally private about his work, and there was a part of you that always felt like he was holding his breath around you. 

Still, you navigated through the streets of New York with ease, as you had done for years, and appeared at Steve’s doorstep. 

He greeted you with a warm hug that made you practically melt. When he was away, there were usually a few texts back and forth, but no calls. Both of you avoided calls like it was the plague. 

“Is there something wrong?” You asked when he finally let go of you, ushering you inside. “Or am I just overthinking everything?” 

“I have something to tell you.” You raised an eyebrow as he sat across from you in the small living area. “We’ve been invited to Tony Stark’s annual Christmas gala.” 

“O...kay?” You looked at him in confusion. “And that’s a problem because…” 

“Promise me you won’t freak out or tell anybody what I’m about to tell you.” 

“I won’t!” 

Steve gave you a meaningful look. “I’m Captain America. I’m the leader of the Avengers.” 

You opened your mouth, at a loss for words. “Steve-” 

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but Stark’s my teammate and he’ll probably make some dumb jokes at the gala and I wanted to tell you before he beat me to the punch.” Steve rushed. “They know about you. Do you… do you want to come with me to the gala? As a date?” 

“Um… can I think about it?” You asked weakly, trying to wrap your head around the news. Looking back, it made sense. Steve was certainly built to be Captain America, and his “work trips” were probably missions for the Avengers. 

A grim look crossed his face. “Yeah, of course.” 

As soon as you stepped out into the cold, you bit your lip. You knew that you should have said yes. That’s what you wanted to say when he had first told you, but all of the new information made your head spin. What if he put himself in danger in the next mission and got himself killed? 

Even with this new information, he was still Steve. Steve, the guy who always ordered black coffee and left drawings as tips. Steve, who made you feel less invisible and didn’t care about your anxiety. 

When Steve walked in the next morning, you perked up as usual. But this time, instead of your usual post-it note, you brought over a larger piece of paper. You shyly presented it to him. 

“I, um, made this. For you.” He opened the folded paper to find a picture of himself, split down the middle. Half of him was him in his civilian wear; the other half was him in the suit, complete with the helmet. 

Down in the corner, in small writing, you had written the following: The world may know you as Captain America, but I know you as Steve Rogers.

“I love it.” 

“Is it too late to RSVP for that gala?” He grinned, leaning up to kiss you. 

“Not at all.” 

[septicbro1005]

Paint Me How You See Me

A/N: Okay, you have no idea how excited I was to see that I had permission to write this. I literally am so happy I could scream. Will I? Not out loud. This actually made me so excited that I got up and started walking around my room and smiling holy shit. Alright. Enough of that. I was inspired to write this story by a comic made by the fantastic @venadorosas​ and I just am so damn excited to write this! I am not an art student myself, but I will do my best to replicate it with what I know. I hope I do the comic justice! Just a few more things before this thing starts: I'm gonna do myself and make this a Quirkless AU as well as make Yuuei a university instead of a high school. This is unedited, so if there are sentences or misspellings, that is why, and I apologize. Anyway, let's get rolling!

Kirishima's POV

One stroke after the other.

Small, swift.

One stroke makes a world of a difference.

So don't… mess… up.

I only have one canvas left after this one, but I'm saving it for something important. Something special. Just need to figure out what.

I mean, yeah, I have others on back order, and Mr. Miyoshi is usually pretty cool with giving me some, but I still need to think about what to do with the 106 cm by 106 cm canvas.

A canvas that big needs something worth being put on there.

"Psst, Kiri--" "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhut," I hissed out through clenched teeth.

"You nee--" "I said shut,"

"B--" "No. Shut. Lemme finish,"

The person who proceeded to pester me, even after I told him to be quiet, was none other than Hanta Sero.

He was an art student, along with myself and several others I know by name.

One of which was Katsuki Bakugou.

And damn, was he confusing.

He was this aloof dude who talked to maybe two people by his own volition.

Some random girl who I see him talk to ever now and again. I think we've spoken twice? All I remember is she told me to call her Tsu.

And then me.

Sure, he'd talk to the professors and people like that, but if he didn't have to speak, he wouldn't.

Yet, he spoke to me.

Not only did he barely talk to people, but he also is probably one of the best looking people on campus.

I kid you not, the first time I saw this dude, I was totally sure I'd met Adonis in human form.

His ash blond hair was styled into a fluffy undercut that I would pay money for to be able to run my hands through, even once. His gauges and helix piercings gave him a bit of an edge, but that's what made him more alluring. He came into class one day, wearing a wife beater, which put a tattoo on full display, resting on his right shoulder.

It isn't just his looks that are attractive either. The way he holds himself, presents himself, just his whole aura is indescribable, to keep it brief.

And he was the person I was painting this for.

This wasn't his first commission. Not by a long shot. And this one was fairly simple as well. Still, I poured my heart and soul into it, just like every piece.

But with his commissions, I feel the need to work that much harder. To push myself that much farther. To make it perfect, in a word.

Now, I know that perfection is impossible, but I still want to achieve it.

I mean, if Bakugou could, I could too, right?

"Kirishima, I've been talking to you for the past couple of seconds and you haven't shushed me. Don't zone out on me right now, man,"

Sero's voice managed to pull me out of this trance, but only a bit.

The ash blond with the scarlet glare was still in the back of my mind.

"What?"

"You need lunch, man," Sero said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Listen, I thank you for your concern, but I had a protein shake maybe six hours ago. I'm dandy," I mumbled, doing a few more soft strokes before standing up. "Plus, I'm not even hungry," 

"Dunno what kind of protein shake you're drinking, but you still need sustenance. C'mon," Sero attempted to persuade me as I walked to the sink to clean the small brush.

"I'm cool, dude. I have a granola bar or two in my bag. I'll eat when I'm hungry," I chuckled lightly, turning on the water and cleaning the brush.

Sero sighed in defeat, as this marked the second week in a row where I substituted breakfast with a protein drink and lunch with a granola bar.

"Alright, fine. Make sure you eat dinner tonight, or Mr. Miyoshi is gonna kick you out again," Sero said, beginning to walk to the door.

"I know, I know,"

"I'll be off, then,"

"Peace out, dude,"

I heard the door to the studio shut, and it was just me in here.

Just me and the paint.

"Hey, Siri,"

My phone lit up, hearing its name.

"Play Rex Orange County on Spotify,"

As I began to finish up some touches on the snow covered forests surrounding a bright red cardinal, the song Uno filled my ears.

The song had no real relevance, but I love that song so much. I dunno if its just because it sounds so simple and sweet, but I just think the song's pretty great.

I'd say after maybe forty-five minutes of doing seemingly pointless touch-ups, I stood back, admiring my work.

Not much needed to be done, but I needed this to be phenomenal.

"I'll just use a simple varnish once everything is dry, then I can move it into the back," I muttered to myself, as if someone was there and I had to be quiet. "Can I finish it today? I could tell him where it is, and wait for the money to come in, I guess,"

A few seconds pause later, and I continued.

"Wow, great job, Eijirou. You sound like a dickwad who just wants money,"

A short sigh, a granola bar and maybe a half an hour or so later, everything seemed dry.

"Let's varnish this motherfucker, and I'll text him when that's done," I mumbled, going into the cabinets, looking for the varnish.

No other assignments at the moment… okay! Cool! I can probably head back to my dorm, chill there, and text Bakugou when it's done!

When I finally found it, I got to work on the varnish.

***

"And sent," I whispered as I approached the dormitories.

I just sent Bakugou a short text, telling him where to find it, how to send me the money (although he probably knows the process by heart at this point) and all that jazz.

My dorm building was in sight when my phone buzzed once.

It was a different buzzing pattern than all the others.

"Oh, Bakugou responded this quickly?" I thought aloud.

Opening my phone, I checked the message.

Sent the ¥321.7K 

My eyes widened at the number.

"I sure as hell didn't tell him to send me that much, what the hell?"

                                                   What!? The commission was only ¥48.2K?!

His response was immediate.

Left a tip.

Get yourself something nice.

"Whoa," I murmured.

Now, I knew Bakugou was on the higher end of the economic spectrum, but hot damn! 

He did usually give me more money than I told him to, but that fact that he gave me that much more this time just seemed to solidify the thought of him being rich.

So manly.

Heading into my dorm building, I looked to the elevators, only to see an out of order sign on them both.

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered. "Fine, guess I'm just gonna take the damn stairs,"

I got a notification, seeing the ¥321.7K was successfully put into my account, and I knew this commission was over.

But at this point, I knew what to expect from Bakugou. Next time I see him, he's gonna ask me about another one.

Not that I mind, not one damn bit. I'm cool with any excuse to talk to him, and I'm happy to please him with my art.

I just gotta brace myself for the next time I see him.

Trudging up the stairs, I began pondering what he would want next.

He seems to really like requesting animals, mainly birds such as crows and cardinals, but will he do something different? Ooh, maybe a peacock! Or maybe he'd want some other winged creature… like maybe an insect? Or possibly he'll switch it up on me.

As I ended up on the next staircase, I heard someone else's footsteps approaching.

Looking up, my eyes were met with a familiar scarlet pair of eyes.

"Oh, hey, Bakugou!" I said with a wave.

"Hey," he replied with a simple nod.

Fuck, he was just as gorgeous as always.

A grey turtleneck hugged his torso, with a black and white pinstripe button up on over it. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black jeans, a wallet chain dangling on his right side. A pair of black converse and a dog tag finished his look, alongside my composure.

"Thanks again for the great work," he said, his husky voice hypnotizing me further.

"You haven't already picked it up, have you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "I don't think I saw you walk past me to get to the parking lot,"

"Nah, but I know it's gonna look good," his compliment was accompanied by a smirk.

Short-lived, yes. But a smirk nonetheless.

"Aw, thanks dude! Always happy to make something for my best customer!" I felt myself beam at him. 

"See you around, Red," he said, continuing down the stairs.

"Bye," I waved with a small smile on my face as he disappeared down the stairs.

I quickly hauled ass up to my floor, speed walked to my door and slammed the keys in.

Gay panic in private, dude.

Opening the door, I pulled my key out and shut the door.

"I'm back, Omi!" I shouted into the apartment to see if my roommate was here.

"Hey," my roommate responded from his bed.

"Is it cool if I hop in the shower real quick?" I asked, jerking a thumb toward the bathroom.

"Sure thing. Keep it brief," Omi said, making me roll my eyes.

"Okay, dad," I sighed, but I gave a smile to show it was all in jest.

After locking myself in the bathroom and stripping myself down to absolutely nothing, I got in the shower and had a gay crisis.

Because that's the only place you can have those, y'know?

But a good ol' Panic! In The Shower was enough to calm my nerves.

As I stepped out of the bathroom to grab clothing, I heard Omi laughing.

"What?"

"That Bakugou guy really messes you up, huh?" his laughter was thrown in between words, but I knew exactly what he was referencing.

"If I'm being too loud, just knock on the door, dude! Tell me to shut it, I don't care," I flushed, looking at the ground, my hand tightening around the towel that hung on my waist.

Omi just kept laughing at me as I grabbed my clothes; a simple crimson riot shirt, boxers, black shorts and my wave socks.

It isn't like I'm going anywhere tonight, right?

…

Is what I originally thought until I was dressed and realized I left my motherfucking cardigan at the studio.

"Ugh, fuck," I groaned, rubbing a towel on my head.

"Left your cardigan again?"

"Perhaps," 

"You might as well just wrap it around your waist," Omi suggested.

"And risk getting paint on it?" I looked at Omi like he was a motherfucking psychopath. "Hell no. The cardigan was my grandmother's, so I ain't doing shit to it,"

"Clearly, if you're leaving it in the studio again," Omi mumbled.

"Shush!" I whined, grabbing my keys and slipping on my red sneakers. "I'll be back,"

"Okay,"

Leaving my dorm, I began going down the stairs when I ran into someone.

It was Bakugou, again.

And just when I thought my gay panic was over for the day.

"Oh, hey," I said as casually as possible.

Which probably sounded forces as fuck, because it felt like my heart was just about ready to implode.

"Red," Bakugou was looking me up and down.

I don't think I've ever felt more self-conscious about my appearance in my life.

"I've got another request, if it isn't too much,"

"O-oh, okay!" 

Why did I stutter?! That was so unmanly!

"So, what is it?"

I looked into his gorgeous eyes, trying to see further into him, but I was only met with his right hand slamming into the wall next to my head.

Oh shit, oh fuck. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna collapse, right here. Right now. I can't handle this.

"Uh, dude? You--" "Paint me how you see me, Kirishima,"

Uh, what?

I was stuck between saying "Got it," and "What?" so my dumbass just responded with this:

"Gweh?"

We sat there, in silence, staring at each other.

My face was flushing bright red, and I wanted to look away, but I didn't. I couldn't. His eyes just drew me in.

He moved his arm to his side, and began to head up the stairs.

Quick, say something coherent!

"O-on it!"

I swear, I saw him smile a bit before he was completely gone.

What was I doing again?

***

It's been around three weeks.

It's been three weeks of planning, sketching, and small, swift strokes.

And plenty of panic, but that's irrelevant. There was a bit of disco, so it balances out anyway.

Mr. Miyoshi did end up setting a curfew on me, to make sure I didn't pass out at the studio, but it wasn't set until it had already happened.

But, since I wanted to work on it after the curfew, I brought it to the dorm, keeping it on newspaper and buying the paint I needed.

I had the picture in my mind, which I did my best to replicate without him genuinely modelling for me.

It was a ¾ shot of his shirtless back, with him looking over his right shoulder, giving a perfect view of his side profile. I also made sure I replicated his tattoo to the best of my abilities, and I think it came out okay.

But that isn't all!

Monarch butterflies lined his back, as a fiery looking echo was placed slightly to the left. 

Those warm colors contrasted like hell, compared to the blues and navy of the background.

Just to fuck around with more color, flecks of brighter colors adorned the background, giving it sort of galaxy look.

I thought it looked gorgeous.

And not just because it's Bakugou.

You know how when you make something, and you worked so damn hard on it, and when it's done, you're just filled with pride?

This is one of those works for me.

"Omi!" I yelled about before cringing.

It's 01:35.

"Yeah?" 

Why the fuck does he sound like he's been awake?

"First of all, have you been awake this whole time? Second of all, could you grab me my phone?" I said a little quieter.

"It's done?" Omi asked, coming over with my phone.

"I'm happy with it," I said with a huge grin.

"Looks fantastic," Omi pat my shoulder before walking off.

Using my nose, I unlocked my phone and took a picture before putting my phone down.

I just looked at the painting, with Bakugou's slight pout catching my eyes.

I have absolutely zero clue what came over me, but I lifted my forefinger to my mouth, and pressed a small peck to it.

My forefinger rested against the painting's lips, and I just felt warm.

And that was probably the best feeling ever.

I gotta give this to him in person. It's about time I told him.

***

What floor are you on again?

                                                                                    Number two. Room 204.

Okay, I'm coming over.

I let out a shuddery breath, looking at the canvas, which I covered with a blanket.

I need to tell him.

It's time.

I kept opening my phone, making sure I had the song ready to play at the click of a button.

He needs to know.

A loud knock landed on my door, and I jumped.

I walked over to the door, playing the song as I opened it.

"Hey, Bakugou! Come in!"

The ash blond entered, wearing a button up and jeans again, just no turtleneck this time.

"So, I wanted to give this one to you in person… because I…" I was stumbling over my words.

Calm down, Eijirou. You got this.

"Because this could very well be the last commission you want from me,"

This made Bakugou's usual deadpan change ever so slightly. His left brow rose up as his head tilted to the side.

"And why might that be?"

"I…"

Fucking say it.

Spit it out.

"I like you," I barely got out before throwing my gaze at the ground. "I like you a lot. You're just so cool and collected, and from what I know about you, I like it. And I want to know more. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but I just had to get that out," 

Before I even looked at him, I walked over to the painting, still looking at the ground, and pulled the blanket off.

Everything was silent, except for the music in the background. But even the song was at a quieter part than the rest of it.

I felt Bakugou's eyes on me and not the painting, which terrified me to no end.

Should I have even said anything?

"You don't have to pay if you don't want to or if you don't like it. And…" I took in a shaky breath, looking at the ground, lazily gesturing to the painting and then myself. "If you don't want to be friends anymore, if you even thought of us as friends, then you can ignore me,"

His footsteps were soft, but I knew they were coming. So when his black converse appeared in my vision, I looked off to the side as my vision blurred with tears that threatened to spill. 

A finger went under my chin, turning my face to him.

His eyes met mine, and he was smiling.

"You really are oblivious, huh?"

"Gweh?"

Fucking, again?

Bakugou laughed before leaning in a bit, his head turning to the left.

"Can I kiss you as a tip?"

My whole brain has short-circuited, but I turned my head to the right and leaned in closer.

My eyes slowly closed, and when his lips met mine, I was immediately thrown into a state of euphoria.

Holy shit, this is happening.

This is actually happening!

I couldn't help the smile that bloomed on my face as I draped my arms over his shoulders, and I couldn't stop laughing either.

It was so fucking amazing.

Small blazes of tears made tracks down my cheeks, but I didn't care. Unless my nose starts running, I'm not gonna let some tears mess up this kiss.

But, all good things must come to an end, as Bakugou pulled back.

His eyes were on mine, and for once, they were soft. A small grin was pasted on his features, his hands on my face.

"Why are you crying?" he asked as his thumb rubbed at my dampened cheek.

I just felt myself giggle in response. 

"Well, I was originally gonna cry because I thought you wouldn't be cool with my confession, but these tears quickly turned sweet," I just couldn't stop laughing. "Shit, I'm so happy,"

We just stood there for a few moments of content silence before Bakugou spoke up.

"So, how the hell am I supposed to bring this painting to my dorm?" 

"I can help you bring it up there!" I offered.

"I get to bring two masterpieces to my dorm? Great!" Bakugou oozed confidence as he said that.

"Dear christ," I began giggling again, since that was unexpected.

We grabbed the painting, and I made sure Bakugou was careful with it, but was also holding it properly.

"Hey, Omi! Could you get the door?"

"Sure,"

"Your roommate was here?" Bakugou asked.

"Well, it's his dorm too." I pointed out as Omi got the door for me. "Plus, it isn't like I wasn't so obviously crushing on you,"

"It really wasn't," Omi said, patting my back carefully. "But congratulations to the both of you,"

"Thanks, Omi,"

Bakugou just gave a small murmur to thank Omi.

"Alright, Bakugou, you go through the door first, then we can keep walking," I said, turning us so Bakugou could walk out the door properly.

"Okay,"

After a quick minute of maneuvering, we managed to get the painting up the stairs without damaging it.

"So you're which dorm?"

"302," Bakugou said as we got to his door.

"Coolio!" I grinned.

"Dork," Bakugou snickered at me. "How d'you want this to be put down?"

"We can just rest it against the wall," I said, propping the painting up on the wall.

"Give me a quick sec," Bakugou mumbled, unlocking the door.

He swung the door open and made sure it stayed open. 

"Alright,"

"At this point, I'm gonna follow you. You know where you wanna put this?" I asked him.

"Uhm… I think Misumi wouldn't mind if I placed this on his side of the room until I know exactly where to hang it," Bakugou said as we walked into the room.

***

My paintings were all on the wall. The snow surrounded cardinal, the murder of crows, all of them.

Except one.

The other paintings sort of made a frame, with a 106 cm x 106 cm square in the middle.

"Hey, honey?" I called out.

"What's up, Rourou?" Katsuki asked from the other room.

"Could you grab me the step ladder?"

"Shorty," I heard Katsuki laugh.

"I heard that, Katsu! You aren't as quiet as you think!"

"Says you, of all people!" Katsuki chuckled, coming on with the step ladder.

"Thank you, baby," I said, pecking his cheek.

"Of course. Putting up the last one?" He asked.

"Yep!" I said, grabbing the painting I made all those years back.

The monarch butterflies dotting his spine, his scarlet glare, gorgeous fluffy hair, all of it brought together, and hung up on our wall.

I got off the step ladder, and looked at the paintings. Every single one of them.

A hand snaked around my waist and pulled me in close.

"I love you so much, baby," Katsuki whispered, kissing my forehead.

"I love you too,"

His hand rubbed against my waist, but I could feel one thing that was inconsistent with the feeling of the rest of his hand.

A golden band sat on his left ring finger, practically identical to the one that sat on my left ring finger.

A/N: And that's all! Honestly, I'm very pleased with this, and think this came out well! I hope that those of you who see this like it too! I want to thank @venadorosas for allowing me to write a story based off of their comic and for making such fantastic art. If you like my writing, I'm also on Wattpad, so check me out there, if you're up for it. Same username and profile picture. I do believe that this is it! I apologize for the ending, as it feels a little odd to me, I just don't have any idea how to end it properly. I sincerely hope that I did the comic justice. Love y'all! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic

[milkttea]

Flower Power

Namjoon x Reader, GN!Reader: Flower Shop AU!

:: semi-fluff, passive aggressive flowers, Namjoon being concerned, but also finding this hilarious

:: Warnings: swearing, semi-fluffy

Flowers hold many meanings, the best ones are the passive aggressive ones.

Colorful Flowers Offer Interesting Stories.

Namjoon was minding his own business while on his shift at the flower shop. It was a small, local shop that he had applied to on a whim as he had been looking for new hobbies and needed the extra cash, he saw the listing online at Colorful Delight and figured he'd try for the job. Now, two years later he loved his job and had become the manager of the little shop.

Business was pretty slow that day, it was a weekday and most people were busy working at 1 pm, so you could imagine his surprise as he was clipping some stems and you practically ran into the shop, panting as if you had been chased by demons.

The surprise must have been very clear on his face as he filled a cup with water and handed it to you without a word. He went behind the counter as you not so gracefully gulped down the water. You coughed a bit before uttering a small thank you.

"No problem, anything I could help you with?" He said with a small smile, a patronizing smile that he was required to give to customers, yes he loved his job but even he had his days where he didn't feel like smiling or being over the top happy.

At that, you pulled a crisp $20 bill out of your pocket, slammed it on the counter and asked, "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?"

It took everything in Namjoon's power to not laugh out loud as soon as you finished with your question, in all his days working at this shop he'd never heard someone flat out ask that. He was impressed honestly.

"Well for one, that has to be the best thing I've heard all day," your already flushed face got redder, "and I have just the things."

He went around the shop collecting various flowers in gorgeous shades, placing some back in favor of those that complimented each others respective colors. After roughly three minutes, he came back to the counter where you had been watching him do his thing. In that time, you had gotten a nice look at him. He was attractive, most likely around your age and was well kept, most likely worked out judging by his butt biceps.

When he returned and you realised you just openly checked out this dude that worked at the flower shop, you turned your head sharply to the counter and questioned your life choices. Said life choices had actually led to where you are right now, your friend had called you telling you how their boyfriend had been cheating on them. Obviously you were pissed, but today also happened to be their two year anniversary so you wanted to give them flowers.

The thing is, that was before you found out about the cheating and now here you are, saying "fuck you" in flower to your friends ex-boyfriend, because if they are breaking up now and will never get back together lest you be damned. Anyways, as Namjoon was packing the flowers together he decided to ask you the million dollar question and after explaining the situation, he was also pissed at the ex-boyfriend. What an asshole.

"Well these flowers definitely get that point across, while still looking gorgeous."

“Oh? Care to elaborate on that Mr. Flower Power?”

Chuckling at the nickname, he realizes he never gave his name nor asked for yours, he began explaining.

“The flowers I chose are: Geraniums, for stupidity, Foxglove, for insincerity, Meadowsweet, for uselessness, Yellow Carnations, which mean ‘you have disappointed me,’ and Orange Lilies, for hatred. They make a very striking and spiteful bouquet!”

While he was explaining the meanings of the flowers you took that time to get a good look at his face, barely paying attention to the flowers he pointed at as he told you the meanings.

“—n the card?”

“Wait what, sorry I zoned out a bit,” you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck as he offered a small smirk, of course he realized you were checking him out. It was the first thing he did the minute you walked into the store.

He leaned forward a bit and leaned his face against his hand as he held a piece of paper in between the fingers on his other hand.

“I was asking what you would like on the card.”

“Uh yeah, do you have a pen I could uh borrow?”

He handed you a pen and when you took it your hand brushed his, causing you to retract your hand quickly as he placed the card down in front of you, you took notice of his slender fingers. Not gonna lie they looked really nice and would probably be nice doing— NO! Woah! You just met this guy! Quickly scribbling a note down on it, appropriately saying, “Here’s to you, Rat Ass.”

He took the paper back and put a string through the hole and tied it around the bouquet, a beautiful note for beautiful flowers. His fingers while he tied the string were quite nimble and you're having thoughts again, stop, you just met this poor guy.

"And all done! I hope he loves the flowers!"

"I'm sure he will, when I toss them at him."

He nodded with closed eyes, "as you should."

You left the store after paying the needed amount, you waved at him letting out a thank you and went back to your regular, daily activities. After delivering the flowers in the manner you had stated, you treated your friend to some fun activities throughout the month to help her get her mind off things. You went to the beach, the ice cream place, and were currently at your house doing some self-care.

During this, both of you had been catching up on life, and when you happened to mention the cute flower boy at the flower shop they immediately screamed and made you tell them everything. They found it hilarious and really sweet that you wanted to tell off their ex in a subtle way and would definitely be using that.

“You know (y/n), it seems he might be into you,” they smirked at your face got red under your aloe Vera mask.

“I don’t know, I like him, but I don’t really know him and he doesn’t really know me...”

“DUDE! Then get to know him! You’ll never know maybe you’re meant to be or something, go to the flower place and ask him if he wants to go get ice cream or something! It’s hot out, treat him!”

“But—”

“Nope! No discussion,” you were dragged out of bed and your face mask was taken off. Your things thrown at you: wallet, house keys, shoes, all the things you needed to go out. Along with a cute outfit.

“Okay this is a bit much and we’re supposed to be bonding!”

A pout rested on your face, as your friend ignored you and pat your face to get rid of the excess aloe and put a bit of makeup on you.

“There you look pretty as a peach and handsome as Adonis! If he doesn’t go out with you I’ll scream now get ready and go!”

With one final push you were in your room wondering what just happened, nonetheless you complied and when you finished left as your friend just waved and then stuffed their face with ice cream. Truly a role model.

Over the course of the month you had also been buying flowers for your friend, their favorite and some that had funny meanings. During which you had gotten to know Namjoon just the tiniest bit more, that one moment where you yelled about flowers was the only time you really were outspoken with him. Other than that, you didn’t really have the courage to speak up, he’s really cute and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

You’d made it to the store relatively quick, just a quick ride to the flower shop from your apprtment and once you got there you didn’t walk in immediately, you just stood out there fiddling with your phone until you made eye contact with him through the glass. Oh that was an awkward moment that you didn’t like.

Namjoon, a little startled at first, blushes and bit and runs to the door to let you in.

“hEy— uh, hey! (Y/n), what’s up? Need some more flowers?”

His voice crack had made you chuckle a little, him internally screaming.

“Oh uh, no! I actually came to see you!”

You brushed your hair back, pulling slightly, it was a nervous habit you’d gained. Namjoon, though, loved this little habit of yours and was getting redder by the second at the thought of you coming to the shop for him specifically. It made him feel warm inside.

“Really?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes, “yeah! Actually wanna go inside, wouldn’t want bugs to go inside the shop, I know how much you hate when that happens.”

If his heart hadn’t busted a fat nut, then it just did. You remembering a small detail that really wasn’t that important about him? That made him want to just kiss you right there, but he held back. He led you into the small shop by putting a hand on your lower back and leading you inside, him shutting the door tightly, no bugs inside his flower shop.

You would have found that amusing if you weren’t so distracted at his hand on your back. He resumed what he was doing before you got there, taking his hand away and this led to you already missing the warmth he provided.

“So, what brings you around? Need some more flowers to passive-aggressively say ‘Fuck You?’”

You scratched your neck, “not this time— but I’ll keep that in mind— actually I wanted to know if you’d maybe wanna go for ice cream?”

He nearly dropped his spray bottle, he was watering the plants when you had just arrived, and was stuttering to get out a reply.

“I– uh”

“Actually y’know what it’s fine! NEVERMIND forget I said anything!”

You had started rushing to get out of the shop, but Namjoon grabbed your wrist before you could leave.

“NO! No! I was just really surprised, I’d love to go get ice cream with you!”

With a flushed face, you turned to look at his face. His eyes shone with such excitement, his dimples prominently showing with his wide grin. He looked so beautiful.

“Really? You want to get ice cream with me, it’s fine if you don’t. I get it really, but it’s just so hot out and youre usually stuck in here and whenever I come to get flowers or visit you complain about wanting to go out so I wasn’t sur—”

He cut off your rambling with a hand over your mouth, “yes, (y/n), I would love to get an ice cream with you. Would you maybe consider it a date? Only if you want to.”

It was now your turn to be shocked, had you died?

“Hello?”

“YEAH— yeah! I would really like to go on a date with you!”

With the biggest grin on his face he quickly ran to the counter at the front of the store, and got a blue flower and handed it to you. You noticed it to be his favorite flower, he’d mentioned casually that he would give it to the person that he really liked and wanted to date.

“Wait, this is—”

“My favorite flower and the one I said I would give to the person I liked.”

You took it slowly, admiring the petals.

“I really, really like you, (y/n) and I would be honored if you would go on a date with me. I originally wanted to ask you out first, but you kind of beat me to it,” he added at the end with a slight chuckle as he scratched his neck.

“I really, really like you too Namjoon and I’d be honored to go out on this date with you.”

With that you both left the shop together, after Namjoon flipped the sign to ‘Closed’ and locked the doors. Hand in hand you went out to the ice cream shop by the park. You’d never guessed that you would be going on a date with the same guy who you’d yelled to help you with finding flowers for a passive-aggressive act, but as you sat with Namjoon eating your ice cream cones, you wouldn’t have wanted this moment any other way. You’d never underestimate the power of flowers for as long as you’d live.

[laurasinele]

You Stens Up (a Fictober19 drabble following my previous take on prompt 13)

Prompt 15: “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Fanfic from: Crash Pad/Logan Lucky (both 2017)

Tags: Stensland&Grady friendship, dialogue, dometic violence, weed, mentions of the events on Logan Lucky

Warnings: referenced domestic violence, use of drugs

Ao3

After an eternal shower, Stensland emerged to a lemon scented, radiant clean living room, clad in a fluffy bathrobe and a mint green flowery towel wrapped like a turban around his head.

“Grady! You didn’t have to! And where did you get that lemon scented cleaner?”

“From under the sink”, he deadpanned. “Right where I left it the last time I cleaned your house”

Stensland didn’t show any sign of guilt or a bad conscience. He dropped on the sofa, switched the TV on again and tapped the seat next to him for Grady to sit. When he did, Stensland crossed his legs, ignored the TV and adopted a conspiratorial air and tone.

“So. The Malcolms. I was at work, everything was fine and this middle-aged couple comes in looking for a full living room. I am the best-selling vendor. Well I was. Well no, I am because no-one has beaten my marks, not even Gonzalez, that filthy, slithering, rat…”

“To the point, sport”.

“Oh, right, sorry. Well, I was showing them our collection and I started to notice weird things. Like, Mr Malcolm was always holding or touching Mrs Malcolm in some way, and she never really said she liked something or she wanted to see something closer. She kind of asked for permission or waited for it. And I was getting kind of suspicious, you know? Because that is a pattern, and that pattern tells you something, and I know exactly what it is, but I knew I needed evidence so I waited. And then, I show them some fabric options, and she stretches her arm, and her sleeve rides back, and I see it. Clear as the day. A bruise in the shape of a grabbing hand in her lower arm. So I think ‘That’s it, I’ve had it’, and I say ‘Madam, you look pale, do you need to use the lady’s room?’. Because I know the protocol, I know you can’t push this things and you have to separate the victim from the abuser. But he wouldn’t let her go, so I got more and more angry and more and more thirsty for justice, so I started to drop hints, until Mrs Malcolm was trembling like a leaf and Mr Malcolm started yelling at me and I may or may not called him he was a violent, abusive son of a turd. And they got me fired”

Grady’s face was very professionally devoid of any emotion. 

“Understandable. Now, what are you going to do?”

“Ach! I don’t know. I do have some savings. But I don’t have a spectacular resume. I should rob a nascar race, like those guys on the TV”

Grady glanced at the TV and recognized the case.

“You want to rob a nascar race and then give the money back?”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s not that simple. I read the story on a newspaper when it happened. Apparently, there was a failure in the card payment system that day, so all the payments were in cash and, being a busy race, they weren’t counting. It is possible that they stole a lot more than what they returned”.

That peaked Grady’s interest and they both fell in companionable silence, watching the documentary. Occasionally, Stensland would repeat aloud the occupations of the people being interviewed and say why or why not that particular job was appropriate for him. This went on until Grady asked:

“What did you major in?”

“Literature. I wanted to write”

“Obviously”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you are great building up things from little details”

Stensland’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Are you saying that I exaggerate and make things up?”

“Not necessarily, but you sometimes do, yes!”

“Like when?”

“Like when you got fired because of a hunch and a bruise in a lady’s arm?”

“Excuse you, Grady, but some of us still believe in standing up for the defenceless and I’d rather lose a hundred jobs than let poor Mrs Angelique Malcolm endure any more domestic violence!”

“Wait. Angelique? Is the husband’s name Harold?”

“Yes, how would you know that”

Grady stood up and joined his palms as in gratitude while he laughed.

“Oh, Stensy, you ridiculously romantic son of a bitch! I am going to get you so much money”.

At Stensland perplexed pose, Grady sat down again an explained:

“We are working on Angelique’s case of abuse and it goes deeper than that. Shit is going to hit so many rich people, and now also Soft Solutions. It’s going to take some months, but I can get you your job back. Though if I were you, I’d just pack my dough and go write about that weird ass robbery in West Virginia”.

Stensland was so shocked that his sole reaction was a wide grin and turning his heat towards the telly.

“I am so happy for Mrs Malcolm. She is very brave and she is going to get vindication”.

“And so will you, my dramatic friend”.

“Look at that Adonis”, said Stensland, pointing and the dark-haired man on the screen. “He looks totally like a romance mystery novel hero, doesn’t he?”

Grady shrugged. Stensland read “Clyde Logan, local bar owner”.

“I can totally picture him knowing all about the robbery. Barmen know lots of secrets”

“That’s what I’m talking about! You see a guy on TV and suddenly you are guessing his whole life. Make a living out of it! And for fucks sake, find another apartment and limit the smoking to the weekends”.

“You know what? That’s what I’ll do”, said Stensland. And to celebrate his resolution, he took the bong from the coffee table and lit it up. It was a tuesday.

“There you go, Condor”, said Grady, reaching for the bong.

[brownhardyho]

Birthday Pancakes (Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Length: 1021 words

A/N: Just pure fluff and a lil sprinkle of smut to celebrate Ben’s birthday!

Summary: You and Ben are in an established relationship and are living together in a new house. You both haven’t really had alone time since you both hosted your families for the holidays. What a perfect way to solve this than on a birthday!

 You awoke with the warmth of the sun filtering into the room and the feeling of Ben’s strong arms wrapped around you, with his naked broad chest tucked behind your back. You shift to lie on your back, admiring Ben’s peaceful expression, and giggling slightly to yourself since his mouth was agape, with soft snores escaping. As much as you wanted to bask in your man’s embrace, you feel your sock being tugged on by Frankie, which was his way of telling you to let him out of the house to relieve himself.

“Alright bud, let’s go to the backyard,” you whisper softly, slowly and carefully getting out of bed as to not wake Ben. With Frankie following you down the stairs, you wipe the sleep from your eyes and reflect on the enjoyable time you had with your family. You and Ben hosted both your families for the holidays and as much fun as it was, accommodating everyone was exhausting. But then again, you both wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that everyone has returned home, you and Ben can finally have some alone time together.

“Here we are, Frankie boy!,” You chuckle softly as the beagle runs outside. After briefly watching Frankie play around the backyard, you let the dog be and walk back into the kitchen. You turn on the speakers in the kitchen and start gathering the ingredients to make pancakes.

You start to mix the batter and your ears perk up to the sound of ICY GIRL by Saweetie (feat. Kehlani) and your mood brightens up instantly. Turning the volume up, you increase your tempo mixing spoon and move your body to the bass of the song. As the climax of the song nears, you get ready for it by taking the mixing spoon to use as a makeshift microphone.

“Cuz I’m icy,wifey, haters wanna—HOLY SHIT!!” You shriek as you turn around to see Ben smiling ear to ear from the kitchen island. “How long have you been standing there for?” You ask, setting down the mixing spoon, lowering the music and dancing over to him.

“Only since you started rapping,” Ben laughs, taking you into his arms and placing a kiss to your forehead. “You left me all alone, it is my birthday you know?” Ben pouts as you look into his eyes, your bodies still embraced.

“I know, bub,” You smile up at him as you sway your bodies into the rhythm of the music. “I had to let Frankie out to pee.”

“Well he’s pretty content with his toy right now,” Ben whispers huskily into your ear, his wandering hands trailing its way down the curves of your body, eventually stopping at your bum. “How bout I take my ICY girl back to bed, hmm?”

“Ben, baby that was so cheesy!” You cackle, taking his hands off you and turning away from him to start making the pancakes.

“But you love cheesy!!” Ben exclaims, trailing behind you and placing his hands on your hips and head on your shoulder. “If I recall correctly, it was the cheese on our first date that told you I was a keeper!”

“That fondue was freaking AMAZING ok?!” You laugh back at the green eyed Adonis of a man standing behind you, watching you cook the pancakes. “Ben can you get the table ready?”

“Sure thing, babygirl,” Ben smiles, walking away and grabbing the plates and setting them on the table.

“Ben, did you want blueberries or--,” your voice trails off as you turn around and you see your boyfriend of 3 years, your best friend lowering his stance to get on one knee. Ben moves his hands behind his back and reveals a small jewelry box, opening it to reveal a simple gorgeous engagement ring with the diamond sitting on a thin rose gold band.

“What in the world are you doing?” You ask softly in shock, with tears already forming in your eyes.

“What I should have done during the holidays,” Ben answers, his voice a little shaky but his eyes twinkling.

“Y/N, I’ve bought this ring ever since we moved in together in my tiny flat over a year ago. I kept planning on proposing at the perfect time because you are my best friend, my queen and you my dear, deserve the very best!” Ben continued, his smile lighting up the kitchen. “but I’ve realized that no scale of grand romantic proposals will ever compare to your level, my love. Babygirl, you are so much more than the woman of my dreams. Your capacity to be generous and genuine to everyone you meet is unparalled. You make me a better man, you inspire me everyday. I look back at these past 3 years and see back at the life that we have built together, and I thank the universe everyday about how lucky I am to share my life with a funny, strong, intelligent and drop dead gorgeous woman like you...”

“Ben, baby….” You whisper, you’re softly sobbing now and starting to bend down as if to answer the inevitable question.

“Y/N wait, lemme finish,” Ben chuckles, as his hand comes up to hold yours. “I will be the happiest man alive if I get to continue this wonderful, crazy life with you and grow old with you. Y/F,M,L/N, will you marry me?”

“You know the answer’s always gonna be yes!” You declare happily, jumping into his arms and being spun around.

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” Ben sighs in awe as he slips the ring onto your finger admiring the glow it radiates, although it will never rival the love he has for you.

 A/N: Well that took a turn! I wasn’t planning on being this fluffy, it just sort of came out haha. Hope you enjoyed reading it! 😊

[haechanfairie]

yukhei pet store au

hi!! i wrote this as a birthday present for @yukheart and decided to share it on here! anyways enjoy :)

so every day one time u have a rough day right

it's like 2 pm in the afternoon and ur in ur car and ur crying and a spotify ad is playing and u are Not having a good time (this is highly specific but bear with me)

so you sorta like,, stop by like a pet store bc u love??? animals??? so of course they'll cheer u up

at least u hope they will

and so u walk in and it kinda smells like wet dog but ur kinda living for it

and its like, a Big store, and ur just tryna find the dogs right

it's like an Ikea like at some point you sorta drift around

until you bump into this dude who looks like he's having the time of his life

and u take one look at him and ur like,, oh boy,, that's a cute boy,, very tall boy,, hansom boy,,,,nice looking,, dude ohohh,,, boy

he takes one look at u and he's like

“hey buddy u good??”

and u sorta just,, grimace

and u ask him where the dogs are and he immediately is like “oop b i got u” and grabs ur wrist

he's got like…. really big hands?? and long fingers and ur sorta just in a daze bc a cute boy??? taking you?????? to see dogs???????? is this a dream?????

and he's going with a Quickness too and ur tryna keep up but he's too fast (somebody get his beautiful long bodied ass to the olympics bc ya boy got S p e e d)

anyways after y'all take like 5 sharp corners and 3 slides into aisles you finally get to the dog adoption area

and its a cute little pen with like dogs running everywhere being herded by some of the workers

and y'all finally stop to fuckin b r e a t h e thank goodness

and you look at him and u finally realize how much of a fuckin adonis ya boy really is

like he tall,, but his body his fully proportioned

he got shoulders that span as wide as the grand canyon,, and they're big and muscular and bursting from his pastel pink uniform polo

and the polo stretches across his back u can can literally s e e his back muscles move when he does its wild

and his ears are so cute what the fuck

he got like,,, really long fingers bruh… they still wrapped around ur wrist and ur like,,,,,,,, sweating hella

and his legs!!!!! go on!!!!! for fuckin miles!!!!!! and they t h i c k too and honestly ur getting tired of his beautiful self

don't even get me started on his smile djsbzjxjxjz it's so pretty

wow it's getting pretty warm in here anYwAys

you look out and all u can see,, are dogs

big dogs, little dogs, fluffy ones, smooth ones, and you're so like,,, really Happy about it

and you look back up at this dude who's looking back at you with the sweetest grin you've ever seen and ur heart is really warm

also u finally read his nametag lmao and u learn that his name is yukhei!! ur like,,, wow what a beautiful name,, for a beautiful dude,,,,,,,,,,

and while ur thinking all this mushy shit homeboy deadass just yeets himself over this pen’s fence

and ur like,, lmao what the fuck

and you watch as he opens the fence and the minute ur in the dogs sense ur presence and its over for you then and there

bc a bunch of dogs start running in ur general direction

but in particular, this one husky makes a beeline for yukhei and this other corgi makes a beeline for u bc its curious

and the corgi is the most adorable thing after and its trying it's best to keep up with the husky but the husky has no fuckin time to wait for a n y o n e only for yukhei big mood

and so the husky basically jumps into yukhei’s arms and yukhei??? doesn't??? topple over????? fuck kinda s t r e n g t h??

and the corgi finally makes it to u and ur like “:(( i lov u” and ur both having the time of ur lives

and yukhei starts walking you around introducing you to the dogs and the husky stays by his side the entire time sjdbsjadmfjdkj

u learn the husky’s name is gregory, which is weird, and the corgi’s name is lil taki,, which is also weird

and yukhei is all like “this German Shepard here is named teacup and this terrier here is named saint louis, and this one here is-” like he knows,,, all the names

and all his coworkers are like “yukhei?? and some person who looks like they've been through too much today?? looking at dogs as they follow them all around?? seems legit”

and like, yukhei is magical with these dogs like some random dog will paw at his leg and he'll be like “ah yes chester needs his daily brushing give me like,, 2 seconds-”

he really loves these dogs okay sjdhfjskdkgj

and you?? are having such a good time

lil taki is adorable and if ur apartment allowed dogs you'd definitely try and get him

you lose track of time and like,, realize that it's 7 pm sjdhdjss u spent 5 very well spent hours looking at dogs with a really fuckin hot cute guy and u can't say you regret it

and the whole time he was gushing about these dogs and being cute and everything

so when you have to leave his face drops for a moment before asking hopefully with a soft pink blush “hey u gonna come back??”

and ur like “fuckin,, definitely dude”

and so start to come back every other saturday for like,, two hours

and ur friends are like “??? why ???” and ur like “ :^)))))) ”

and then at some point you just start coming every week

and you and yukhei bond over a lot of stuff

he gets ur digits and sends u pics of the dogs when he can

he also updates u on lil taki daily

he opens up to you about why he likes animals so much and u learn that he’s studying to be a vet

and every time he uncovers something and about himself to you he gets all weird and blushy and ur like :( cutie pie with big fucking hands and long ass fuckin fingers    f  u  c  k

like he tells you about that one time his friend jungwoo slipped on ice then pulled his ass down tryna get back up and they ended up falling down a hill rip

or that time he got acrylic nails on a dare and honestly?? he both hated it and loved it (bc when he was roasting mark and he was moving his hands this way and that?? they were killing it) but he took it off after a day only bc he couldn’t type on his phone all that well jshdjsjdmv

like at some point you just start leaving together when his shift ends (which is at like 8 pm) too like y'all are Besties at this point

and all his coworkers are like “;^) !!” and ur like “???”

and sometimes he takes u out to eat like 5 things of large fries together at mcdonald's and y'all have a good time

he's always smiling at you :((

he feeds you fries sometimes and he's a l w a y s blushing and smiling and ur like ,, pls stop

sometimes y'all walk in the park and/or get ice cream

and at some point y'all get to platonic (lmao not really) hand holding

and he's like fuck it imma flirt

but u think?? it's it's a joke??????????

and they're all like lame pick up lines bc he's lame but really cute okay and ur like “akekekeke” and he's like “haha i'm serious :)”

like every time he sees u he's like “are you a volcano???? bc i lava you :DDD”

or like “do you smoke pot?? bc weed be cute together!!!!! :DDDDD”

like stupid lame pick up lines but they still make ur heart skip a beat

and he always complains to jungwoo,, a fellow coworker on his break bc he's like “they don't like me :’(”

and jungwoo's like “bitch,,,,, just tell them straight up and also leave me alone bc pretzel the parakeet is on my ass for feeding him some new shit and he's not having it okay i'm tryna figure this out dude”

and lucas is like “:( ”

and jungwoo sighs and is like “just confess to them like,, idk ,, a normal person? get them flowers??? chocolate?? anything they likes????????”

and lucas is like “ :D ”

and so after A Lot of brainstorming he figures something out

and he's like “hey buddy,,, :) let's go to mcdonald's” and ur like “lit okay”

and so after y'all get there he orders like 10 large fries and ur like “?? what the occasion” and he just grins and ur blinded lmao bc Wow

and so you sit down at a table and he stands to receive ur order

and then he hands u this letter and he's kinda shy about it

and ur still like ????

but you take it

and basically the entire thing is him waxing poetry about how much he likes u and ur like “haha w h a t”

like he starts it with “are you a camera?? bc every time i look at u all i do is smile” and ur like :’( my heart

he mixes a bunch of pick up lines into it

and he ends it with “roses are red, my face is too, and that only happens when i’m around you” and ur like :’’’’’’)

and while you read this letter ya boy sitting across from you stuffing his face with fries bc he's so nervous

when u finish the letter u realize that he's already eaten like three boxes and u cackle

and his face falls bc he thinks ur laughing at his letter (as if you ever would)

but then u lean over and kiss his cheek and he's like !!!! :’D !!!!

and basically y'all hold hands and are a mushy couple eating fries in a mcdonald's and smiling all cute and shit like wow my heart

and he walks u home!! and give u a kiss on the forehead :(( it's so soft

or instead of the mcdonald's scene

when his shift ends, he's like “i got a surprise for u buddy :)” and ur like that ominous but go off ig

but then u see lil taki running towards u and ur face lights up like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and you pick him up bc even tho u saw him like 20 minutes ago ur still like “my child”

but he's got?? something tied to his collar??

and you find that it's a letter

and you sorta let lil taki go, who rund to yukhei

and u read it

and yukhei is a nervous mess and lil taki is pawing at him like “pet me b”

and when u finish reading it u smile really big and ur like “i like you too!!”

and he's like “oh thank god”

and u go to hug him and he kisses u on the cheek and u like :’( babe

and he hugs u and its sweet

and then lil taki starts barking bc he's like “pay!!! attention!!! to!!! me!!!!!!” and y'all pet him for a while before putting him to sleep

and he walks you home!! and he holds ur hand with his big ass hands and ur both just so,,, so soft   :’)

and when jungwoo finds out he's like “!!!! uwu !!!! good job yukhei u finally got ur shit together” and then proceeds to expose lucas for all the times he'd talk about you to everyone else lmao

okay i'm done sjdbdjabxn

[bthump]

madchen replied to your post “ok heres a question that could warrant headcanon and possibly...”

oh hard agree to all of this i dont have much to add atm... do you think their first real sexual encounter would significantly change things or subtly affect any of this? i think i remember you saying that them fucking would either bring them closer or push them apart aaannndddd i think about that a lot

i think they would both get incredibly clingy after they first have sex tbh, i could just see them the morning after having to go about their day doing mercenary or noble stuff or w/e just like, trailing after each other, practically staying within reach at all times even if they can’t like, actually hold hands. sneaking off to make out for a while every hour or two.

lol it’s funny, i’m all about dark angsty fucked up ships but when it comes to griffguts there’s something so appealing about a fluffy au where everything just works out and they get to be happy together.

but also yeah i think you could go a more dramatic angsty route where after frantic passionate sex griffith is flooded by the realization that guts is the number one most important thing in his life and it’s going to ruin everything, and he ends up like, thousand yard staring it fifteen minutes after sex, and pushes him away or says ‘don’t touch me’ when guts like, grabs his shoulder and asks ‘what’s wrong’

which would then really freak guts out and i could see that spiraling into a temporary disaster

also like wrt trauma idk why it never occurred to me before considering i think trauma 100% figures into both guts and griffith’s inability to deal w/ their feelings, but yeah now that u mention it i could totally see griffith feeling dirty and getting all self-loathing after enjoying sex with another man.

like the likeliest angsty scenarios are def guts having a flashback and freaking out, and/or griffith hating himself, and/or one or both feeling like they’re taking on the role of their own aggressor and victimizing the other because shit went badly - like w/ griffith’s only experience w/ same-sex desire being gennon, and sort-of canonically feeling like his own desire for guts is inherently predatory, and guts canonically comparing himself to donovan after killing adonis and during his sex flashback, i mean

that is a fraught emotional situation to introduce sex into