#heat x oc

[lovemesomefanfic846]

I don’t have the talent or patience to write fanfic but I have an idea and if anyone wants to do it please do and tag me

OC or reader whichever you prefer was a slave and used in underground fighting rings theyve been a slave their whole life and fighting is all theyve ever really learned and one day the kid pirates find out about the fight ring and decide to go and see if they can make some money by gambling on winners of the fights and are impressed with how ruthless she/he/gn fighter is and idk something during a match happens all hell breaks lose and slaves escape and they make a run for if and kid pirates offer to help them actually be free if they join kids crew and during their time with them the kid pirates help learn things they like and dislike since they’ve never experienced life outside the fights and the whole crew just becomes like big siblings to them adoring how sweet they actually are

Bonus if they become infatuated with fireworks cuz they make them think “fire works are cool because they are loud like kid”

[p0pcherri]

a lovely trade I got to do with @dxvilmanlev <33 who drew the CUTEST picture of my s/i and perona 💕💕 I hope you enjoy this!

[zestys-stuff]

Got a little spicy piece 🔥 in the works, my lovelies❤️ Stay tuned for the finished product 😈💋

[yxami]

Aaaarg I haven’t been able to send anything cus life’s been so busyヽ(；▽；)ノ

BUT OMGGGG HARU IS SO ADORABLE!! I ADORE HIM ALREADY! Can we please get some nsfw headcanons or scenario for him? Whichever you’d like better!

-🌸 anon

I was thinking about writing some nsfw about him lmaoo 🤭

description: yandere bunny hybrid x fem reader, soft yandere, nsfw, nsfw cannons, smut, etc etc.

The two of you had made a deal as roommates, don’t be an ass if you’re bringing somebody over to your room. Agreeing on the same thing helped when either of you wanted to relieve some stress with someone.

Dates being brought over were no trouble, until Haru started having a problem with it. Now that he wasn’t avoiding you and only greeting you when he had to, he liked being around you. He liked solely being with you in the apartment.

He didn’t want anybody else coming over anymore. He just wanted your attention, and he didn’t want you focusing on anyone else!

Once he brought up this topic, you were bummed out that he wasn’t okay with it anymore. It actually made you curious on why he didn’t like it. Was it the fact he didn’t have someone anymore? Or maybe was he trying to go home and not hear your moans in the other room.

You didn’t ask any further, and just agreed. He was probably just uncomfortable with it now. And that was half right, he just didn’t like that you were with someone else instead of him.

He took it upon himself to ask to be your fuck buddy, to help you please yourself and you’d do the same to him. It was a win win situation, no feelings would happen and the two of you would just be having fun.

Obviously the feelings part was a lie, he had a big fat crush on you. He wanted you to love him and play with him, he was up all night just thinking about asking you it.

You thought it was a great idea! It was better than having to go on a date with someone, or having someone catch feelings right after one simple night stand. You shook his hand as a humorous way to agree and called it a deal.

This is how you encountered all of Haru’s dirty habits.

You learned that he was a greedy bunny in all parts of his life, maybe even more in bed. He was a pillow prince who demands to be the center of attention.

He would happily lay back, allowing you to pump his cock up and down with little kitten licks along his tip. He’d be a huge brat and tease but if you were threatening to finish the session right then and there he’d whine and play nice in order for you to continue.

He loved when he got a full view of you riding his cock so beautifully. He would observe your every face and make sure to thrust in which spots you loved best so he could make you happy.

If he was in heat he would bend you over any counter, bed, or surface that was available. He’d have a hard time not touching you when he was filled with such warmth through his body that begged for yours.

Haru would overstimulate himself as he begged you to take all of him, his energy was never ending and only seemed to stop after he came four or five times. His moans and whimpers only increased with your body slamming back onto him for the hundredth time. He would always make sure that his cock bottomed out inside you.

He would cry if you were deciding to go to work instead of helping him with his red throbbing cock. Once you got back, he’d jump at you, sobbing that you left him and to never do it again or he’s running away.

He would pull at your clothes and shamelessly hump your leg if you weren’t paying attention to him enough. To say he could become more of an attention whore was imposible.

Until Haru surprised you, knocking on the door and scratching at it if you went to the bathroom. His sniffles would be your warning before the waterworks happened.

You’d have to help him! He was just a poor little bunny boy who needed help with his heat, you’d help him out! Right?

[ghouljams]

I’m in a mood for cowboy! Ghost. How would Goose react if Ghost is super sick but is trying to still do his work? Would she go Mama Bear on him and force him to stay in bed while she took care of him? How would he react to someone being this attentive and caring to him while he is sick?

The problem is that Ghost is so used to toughing it out or taking care of himself that he will not tell Goose if he's sick. I think she'd know pretty quick though when he won't touch her because he doesn't wanna get her sick. No doctor Goose necessary, Momma Duck is one with the medical degree.

Simon is in the barn when you finally find him, he's been avoiding you since he left the house this morning and you're not really sure why. He's leaned against the wall, head tipped back and eyes closed, you can see the movement of his chest with each breath he takes. That's probably not good. You run through your options and settle on not being mad until he explains what's wrong. You grab his dog tags, because you know he won't risk breaking them. He sighs hard.

"Not in the mood sweetheart," He tells you, his voice is thicker than usual, too rough and deep for this late in the day.

"What's wrong with you?" You cut straight to the point. Simon doesn't even flinch, just pushes off the wall to stare you down.

"Nothing is wrong with me," It's too defensive, you narrow your eyes at him. He's not wearing his mask, it must've been real fucking uncomfortable for him to take it off. His cheeks are flushed, but not in a sunburn kind of way. You tug his tags and he resists your pull. Doesn't matter you can reach from here.

You raise a hand and press it against his forehead. Simon flinches away. Stupid bastard.

"Does daddy know you're sick?" You ask, not feeling particularly kind for asking in the first place. He should've told you.

"Doesn't need to, it won't affect my work."

"Bullshit it's not," You don't bother letting go of his chain, leading Simon out of the barn and back across the grass to his little house, "It's 100 degrees out and you're runnin' a fever, you plannin' on faintin'? You get any redder and I'll enter you in a tomato contest, swear to God I'm gonna kill ya' for this."

"You get more Texan when you're mad," Simon helpfully supplies. You don't bother turning to glare at him, you think he can feel it. He holds the screen door for you while you angrily push the house door open, more cooperative than you thought he'd be. Probably fixing to run back to work as soon as you leave. As if you would.

You don't let go of Simon until you see him sit on the bed. Even then you stand and tap your foot until he sighs and lays down like it's the hardest thing in the world. You give him a short nod and go to the bathroom for a thermometer and some cold meds. He's sat up and yanking his boots off when you come back. At least that's something. You hold out the thermometer and he takes it, but doesn't move past that.

"Under your tongue genius," You tell him already tipping purple nyquil into the little plastic cap. He eyes the cold medicine suspiciously. You set the full cap and the open bottle on the bedside table, and pull your phone out. "Either I take your temperature or Momma does, and you don't want me callin' the doctor out here."

Simon sticks the thermometer under his tongue. You don't know what it is with military men being so scared of the doctor, but it's damn useful for getting your way. You both wait for the thing to beep, you're quick to snatch it before Simon can. You're pretty sure he'll lie to you about his fever. You suck in a breath staring at the temperature on the little screen. 101, not good, and probably not helped by the heat or working all day.

"Wasn't that bad this morning," Simon grumbles. You don't spare him your glare this time.

"You-" You actually don't have an end to that sentence that doesn't make it sound like you want to strangle him. You point at the nyquil cap instead. He takes it dutifully and downs it like a shot. "I'm callin' the doctor." You tell him, because you can't really punish him for being sick, but you don't have to reward him either.

"Do not call the doctor," He warns you.

"Fine," You relent, Simon relaxes a little, "I'll call daddy." The tension is immediately back.

"Goose," Oh he's serious calling you that, too bad you're serious too, already dialing up your dad, "I'm warning you, do not." You hold the phone to your ear with a hand on your hip and wait for your father to pick up.

You don't even wait for him to ask you why you're calling you start right into it. "Simon's sick and you've been workin' him all-" Simon makes a grab for your phone while you're talking, you give a quick shout and try to hold it out of his way. He may be bigger than you but that doesn't mean he's going to stop you. Simon grabs your arm and pulls it down, you have to put real strength into keeping your phone held aloft.

"I'm fine, you don't need to call," Simon grits out, going for the more effective tactic of simply grabbing you around the waist and bodily hauling you onto the bed.

"How are you still this strong when you've got a fucking fever," You yell, trying to claw away from him. Simon just drags you back and snatches your phone.

"All fine here, sir," He tells Price quickly, keeping you pinned down with a firm hand on your back and your legs between his. He hangs up before Price can say anything and tosses your phone onto the nightstand. "Can you be less of a bloody wife for ten fucking minutes," He growls at you.

"Can you be less of a fucking soldier?" You hook your legs behind his and push up to reverse your positions. You settle angrily on his lap, and flop back on top of him.

"Forgot you could do that," Is the only response you get, half mumbled as Simon drags a hand down his face.

"Could've had a lovely day of me playing housewife, but no, it's always gotta be the hard way with you," You grumble, you hope the nyquil knocks him out before you do. You feel yourself raise with Simon's intake of breath, and lower quickly as he sighs. His hands grab you and flip you onto your stomach, you make yourself comfortable on him. He feels warm even though his clothes, you frown and press your ear to his chest to listen to his heart beat.

"You like the hard way." You can feel the rumble of his voice against your cheek.

"Not for this," you mumble, "you should've told me you weren't feeling good."

"I know," Simon sighs again.

"You'd wanna know if I was sick," Simon hums in response, you think the cold meds might be kicking in. You reach up to pat his face, "Stay awake I'm not done nagging."

"The fuck did you drug me for then?" He settles a hand on your head, the other rubbing your back with slower and slower motions. You suppose that's fair. "I'll tell ya' next time, alright? Lemme sleep."

"Fine," You relent, even though you don't fully believe him. You sort of wish Simon was a big baby about being sick, but you're also sort of glad he isn't. You wait for him to fall asleep before you get up to see if there's any soup in his little kitchenette. You expect he'll be out for a few hours, which is plenty of time for you to worry over him. Plenty of time for you to call your dad and tell him Simon's taking a sick day tomorrow, and plenty of time for you to sit on the bed next to Simon and brush his hair out of his face. He's such a soldier sometimes.

As if you wouldn't want to take care of him in sickness and in health.

[fearyandear]

Taking Over (Pet! Gyutaro x Reader)

(Continuing @phantasmiafxndom 's Pet Au with Gyutaro)

OK so, Gyutaro lovers, please read the fic I am linking in case you haven't yet, because what I'm writing is just an add-on to it.

And then if you want you can also read this NSFW one as well 👉 👈

Now for my version of building off of that:

You picked him up from the streets after life made it clear how unwanted he is. Of course he thinks hes disgusting and not worth your kindness let alone even your fucking gaze. His anxiety flares up so badly around you that he hurts himself and scratches at his skin so hard it makes you squirm. When you touch him to get him to stop and when you tell him you hate seeing him bleed, he cries. He can't believe it and goes to hide in a corner and sulk.

Yet with time, patience and more and more coddling- (oh god you're ACTUALLY SPOILING him so much???) he slowly learns to let go of the habit. He is so guilty. He knows- he knows he knows he knows hes a shitty person for allowing you, for taking everything you're giving, for not leaving even though you gave him permission to whenever he felt like it.

You shouldn't be stuck with him, no one deserves to be stuck with him, but he cant help it, he really really can't, when it's YOUR fault that he's growing greedy. That he's becoming more dependent on you. YOUR FAULT.

At least, hat's what he keeps telling himself as he lets his guard down. When he hugs you after waiting for you by the door all day, when he buries his face in your chest and sighs, staying like that as you work, when you go to bed and he lays beside you, unable to sleep until you do because he's so mesmerized.

He loves you he loves you he loves you so much. He can't get enough of the feeling; it's a strong and dangerous addiction now that makes it HURT so much WORSE when after all that growth and bliss, letting himself get comfortable, you come back one day, smelling strongly like another demon.

His deep-rooted paranoia over being let go, over you realizing one day how terrible he really is, getting sick of him and dumping him back out resurfaces in the blink of an eye. He's back to crying and fretting and tearing his skin, grabbing your arms, asking you what happened and why, ready to beg you not to let him go, that he'll do ANYTHING. And even if you reassure him now, and later, and forever, he can't let your words actually get through anymore. It's not enough. It stays with him for the rest of the month.

He's extra clingy. Pushing the boundaries on what he can and can't do. Whining when you raise your voice or try to tell him he can't do something. Guilt tripping you. He doesn't care that he's risking his stay at your house by being this forceful. You promised to be HIS owner. His. HishishisHIS- and that means having to deal with some of these 'annoyances.'

Like every morning now, he won't let you go to work until rubs his scent all over you, repeating the process when you come back home. He will start a 'game' where he will hide your things and not give them back until he's had enough fun with you pleading him. But, worst of all, if you try to sit or lay and relax anywhere, like the couch, floor or bed, he will hold you hostage by keeping you pinned under him demanding that you tell him that he's yours. Telling you that no other demon will be abke to take you away. Thinking of these as (subtle threats) reminders for you not to go looking for one to. After the third time this happens, you get annoyed that he distrusts you this much.

"Yeah, you're mine. And I'm yours. Of course, I'm not getting any other demon. You're my only precious pet and I'm your one and only owner."

You said it. You're HIS.

Just like he always hoped you would. You confirmed it, you confirmed it so you're confirming all his other delusions too.

That you love each other and that means he can push you as much as he wants, right? Because you said so- because you don't mind, because you haven't gotten mad at him! You're so nice, you won't mind hin showing you the depths of his depraved fantasies, right? That he wants more than what you're offering... You won't run away, no, you've been so GOOD to him. You can stand his selfishness.... fuck.

He's planning on it.

Lord fucking help you when his heat kicks back in after that. No more of the mewling demon that was ashamed of it, you wake up to him already on top of you, rutting against you and kissing your neck, telling you he's sorry but- 'It's so painful... he couldn't wait... please, before you go to work?' But one handjob isn't enough anymore, uugh he came too fast- and he's still SO HARD. Come oon~ he wants you again, please please, before you go- let him.... just... touch you in return? Again and again, you have tondrag yourself to the door, struggling to finally get out because he's behind you, whining and thrusting behind you, against your thighs, groaning in your ear and groping at you. You're going to be late, you know you are but you're completely glued to where you are and the worst of it is how he cums on your leg and has the nerve to slump on your back and whine and tell you how much he loves you and how much hes going to miss you while youre gone. His hands start moving more down, to a part of you that hadn't received attention yet and you finally unfreeze and open the door to get out in a rush.

You finally get on your car, horny, with splotches on your work clothes now and the lingering feeling of his hands on you. You're stuck thinking about what he's probably doing while you're at your work, burning as you realize the mess that you'll deal with when you get back home. This heat is going to be tougher. Just how far are you willing to put out this time? Will it even matter?

He's always going to want more.

[zenkindoflove]

Eris looked like a male defeated when he faced him completely. His shoulders sagged and he didn’t try to hide his longing anymore. The way he looked at him filled Alexius with a rich, warm honey, sweet heat that stuck to his bones.

Eris x Alexius (OC) - moodboard preview for Chapter 16 of Summer Heat

[cherrycreamfairy]

i dont draw these two very often and i feel bad lol

this is based on the moment from steven universe where Ruby and Sapphire were flirting with each other

I headcanon Angel's voice to be Sapphire btw

[shipshinablog]

[plimchi]

Arabasta Arc Sasha basically

[zestys-stuff]

I’ve promised to make more spicy Neteyam pieces and therefore… 👌🏻🔥

Full on my patreon :3 Enjoy ❤️

Pose reference from @MIZUMON04 on X

[nerdy-toast]

Feathers are ideal for cuddling

[ghouljams]

This time of year is prime time for bonfires in the south!! Just had one the other night and tried to scare some of my friends with some spooky stories and can’t stop thinking about trying (and failing) to do this to cowboy ghost hahahaha

Bonfires are my favorite! My family is full of pyromaniacs and our bonfires have gotten the fire department called numerous times. Once someone thought a house was on fire, very fun. Let's do more drunk cowboy fun, pre-"I want you to have my babies".

Birdie swings you around in front of the bonfire, the tiny tinny speaker playing some swinging murder ballad you think would really be more appropriate without your boyfriends around. You giggle as she holds her arm up to spin you before pulling you in close again.

“Wait, wait,” You laugh as you stumble, “Bird, I’m in deep I can’t-” You laugh more feeling her let you go to wiggle her shoulders at you. She turns to hold her hands out to Gaz.

“Come on quiet boy, you don’t got the spins, do ya?” She wiggles her fingers, pulling Gaz up out of his folding chair to dance. You take the opportunity to join Simon over by the folding table turned makeshift bar. 

“Made that happen once,” Simon is telling Moon, he holds his thumbs out and turns them with a pop noise, “blind, easy as you like.”

“Gross,” Moon says, without a hint of disgust. You reach between them to pour two shots of crystal moonshine, and slide one to Simon. You position yourself so Moon can’t see him tug his mask down and take the shot with you. The burn of it makes your throat itch something fierce, you can’t imagine it’s any better for him.

“You know you don’t have to keep up with me,” You tell him. Simon reaches for the canned peaches and spears one with the provided fork.

“You think I can’t?” He asks, popping the golden fruit in his mouth as a chaser before pulling his mask back into position.

“Didn’t say that.” Truth be told, the only reason you’re drinking so much is because he’s following you. Because every time you pour a shot you get to see his face again. Simon’s hands grip your thighs, pulling you between his legs. The heat of the bonfire on your back doesn’t have anything on the heat from Simon’s eyes as he looks up at you from his seat. “You having fun, Cowboy?” You ask, cupping his cheek.

“I’m having fun,” He hums.

“You gonna throw up?” Simon snorts, batting your hand away.

“I haven’t thrown up since I was 19, Moon’s shite liquor isn’t about to change that.”

“You don’t have to drink it,” Moon gripes from the other side of the table, “Ungrateful bastard.”

Simon rolls his eyes, you smile a little to yourself. It’s nice seeing him out of his shell. The fire flares loudly behind you. The rush of heat making Simon lean to peak around you at the blaze.

“Where the fuck did he get that?”

You turn to look and- You think maybe you shouldn't have told Soap to "go wild" with the bonfire. He's got a super soaker full of something, smells like lighter fluid, that he’s spraying on the fire to coax it bigger. As if he hadn’t loaded the thing with enough pallets and kindling to melt glass. All in all, very impressive, you think. You wonder how long it'll be 'til someone reports it.

“Get that away from him before he sets himself on fire.” You tell Simon, who’s already standing up to do just that.

You steal his seat, watching with Moon as your two professional killers wrestle for the rainbow water gun. Soap’s indignant shouts are almost as funny as watching Gaz jump on his back to try and give Simon the upperhand. They fight like kids, you hope it’s the alcohol that’s making them uncoordinated. You're not sure Gaz even knows what they're supposed to be fighting over, rolling in the grass and trying to grapple Soap as Simon looks for an angle to grab the soaker. Birdie cheers excitedly from the sidelines as Simon finally yanks the gun from Soap’s hands and is almost immediately tackled by both sergeants.

"Bunch of idiots," Moon mumbles, but you can see her smile.

"Your idiot started it," You tell her, watching Simon push at Soap's grinning face as Gaz tries to put him in a headlock.

"You think Birdie's gonna jump in?" You both watch her bouncing too close to the struggle, too excited to be just cheering it on.

"Probably."

[faarkas]

meemaw and peepaw are so back

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Ridiculous Groupie Things Diane does to Hobie @ Shows (aka, Hobie realizing how much misogyny Diane goes through)

[This post is about my Spider-sona Diane Pastors, aka DiscoSpider, aka Hobie's number one fan. Their relationship status is officially groupie and guitarist.]

She owns a number of clothing that she wears only to his concerts, usually to annoy others

All of which Hobie loves. A couple are:

Of course, her signature guitar pick chain

A pair of booty shorts with 'HOBIE' bedazzeled across the ass

A number of shirts with his autograph, usually band tees from his tour

One of his spiked cuffs (he doesn't know she has it. yes, he's looking for it)

The most transferable lipstick she owns. She digs in the bottom of her makeup bag to find the one that smears the most and leaves a mark.

Hobie looks cute in kiss marks

A pair of Pleaser Brand stripper heels. Spider-balance means you'll never catch her tripping

At 5'11 - Any heel over 6 inches makes Diane taller than him, which Hobie ADORES - and he tells her this. He loves a stallion.

So she'll where 8 inch Pleaser heels, so she stands over the crowd. You WILL see her from the stage she's like the only chick in here that's 6'7"

But Hobie still carries a spare pair of shoes. He'll give her his chucks - or if she drukenly begs, his boots, and he gets to walk around holding the world's tallest heels

Fuck it, it'll just swap shoes with her and put them on. He's standing there in heels while she's in his boots talking about how her feet hurt

She wears one of Hobies shirts around a belt loop.

Hobies likes to throw his shirt off stage.

Fans love fighting for that shit like it's a wedding reception and he's throwing the bouquet

But here comes Diane-

She's 6'7" in heels and RIGHT next to the stage - so she's always catches it. Snatches that shit right out the air. Full on interceptions.

And of course the other fans get pissed, because sis you already have his pick what more do you want

Is he aiming it in her direction? Or does she just know which way he's gonna throw it??

Who cares - either way she got it and will wear it on her waist the whole night. It's debatable if she even gives the shirt back to him. Only if she doesn't like the design that much

She always asks him what he's wearing so they can color coordinate

Gets annoyed when he shrugs and goes 'idunno was just gonna pull something on'

Cause Diane has to carefully algorithmically put together outfits like she's Cher from Clueless

She uses the Lyla in her watch for fashion advice even though Miguel tells her that's not what Lylas for

(Diane: but look at her little coat and glasses and stuff. She knows what she's talking about)

Meanwhile Hobie can pull on ANYTHING and it'll come together like Alexander McQueen rose from the grave to construct it himself

She gets his autograph every time

She'll wait in the line like everyone else - she doesn't care

Hobie laughs every time she makes it to the front

He'll be ready to thank the fan and sign the photo only to look up and Diane's standing there - big ass smile on her face

Drunk, 6'7" like "Awwww I'm your biggest fan, I'm so happy to meet you, I love you so much AH 👅

She's constantly caught by security who thinks she's just a rabid fan that snuck in

And she HATES bouncers with a passion. Like a vendetta against them irregardless of universe

It's a personal thing (they never let her into the Disco clubs before she turned 18. So she hates them, even though that's their job)

BUT NOW she looks at bouncers like 'im taller and stronger than you so don't put yourself between me and my man cause GOOD LUCK brotha'

Hobie has to step in all the time and break up arguments to tell security that yeah there's rabid groupies backstage that need to be taken care of

Except this one, this one he specifically knows already - she's fine

But there's some she's cool with

Some bouncers that know her face and guitar pick and let her through right away because she buys people drinks and she's a friendly drunk

It's not rare for Hobie to walk by a bouncer and have them say 'Oi, Diane's looking for you.'

She talks up every guitarist in the venue. Featuring Artist or an opening act? If you're a guitarist GREAT

it's like she spawns next to you like a COD lobby

Half the time she catches them off guard like

Guitarists in the circuit know about her. She's THE GROUPIE.

Like the Godfather of Ginessing Guitarists

It's helpful that Hobie always knows when someone is talking about Diane.

He's heard it all - The groupie chick, the guitarist girl, or his favorite - "Hobie's girl."

One of the only times he doesn't correct people on that.

Because he knows they don't mean it like that, they just know that Diane is here for HIM, and she's his plus 1.

If you perform after Hobie - tough tiddies. She's leaving with him.

Shoot your shot before he gets on stage and DO NOT try and talk to her during his set.

All the guitarists know about her - and yeah she'll fuck them but they better know come Saturday she's gonna be at HOBIE's show goddamn it

Don't be asking her to come see you on show night she's gonna look at you like 'absolutely not. actually you're ridiculous for asking lose my number'

It doesn't come without it's slutshaming

And that's what surprised Hobie so much.

He knew about sexism OF COURSE but he just didn't realize how quick people are to just go there - for no reason.

Diane LOVES fellow groupies, but some don't love her. A small percentage.

And it's been a couple times Hobie's heard one call Diane a slut or bimbo under their breath. He seen girls outright call her a bitch.

There's been girls who try to trip her, or spill drinks down her dress, or get her kicked out or something

And Diane usually has the same response : "Can't wait to tell Hobie about this after I fuck him. AGAIN."

And if you don't like it - talk to this Daiquiri in the face cause she's throwing her drink yfvlhvjlj

She's not fighting anybody - for their sake. She has an unfair advantage being both pretty and semi-superhuman.

But Diane is more likely to be wounded by it if it comes from a girl. She's not taking any shit - but she's like 'Damn sis we could've been besties.'

But it's the dudes that get Hobie really heated, and it makes his skin crawl

Dudes who ask him questions, ask if Diane is easy or how many times they shagged. If he thinks they have a chance at getting her in bed, what she's willing to do

Sometimes dudes make the mistake of thinking Hobie is a safe space for sexist shit like that - HE ISN'T.

Sometimes they just say the most vulgar shit about her, or what she's wearing, thinking he'll be like 'i know that's right bruv'

NO.

Hobie isn't one to violence when someone is simply being a dumbass, but he will quickly tell them that if he catches dude around her, he's gonna ruin his mfing night

Hobie isn't possessive or protective of Diane by any means

But he hates people who take her for an idiot - just because she's enjoying herself. Especially guys who only see her as a little groupie bot that dispenses sex and attention

He's seen her defuse bombs and shit on missions. She's so much more than that

And Diane tells him to ignore it, or even better, laugh at it. That's what she does

Diane has been dealing with it all her life - being taken for one-dimensional, or worse, dumb

Sometimes even Miguel or Jess treat her like she's nowhere near as smart as an average Peter.

And sure it hurt sometimes, Diane would love if she could come up with plans or gadgets like everyone else

But she's realized that whenever she's called things like a bimbo or a groupie, usually the people who mean it hurtfully are just as one-dimensional as they think she is

She figures if these people lack the self awareness to see her for who she is, she already has an advantage on them

Sure, she wishes she could be the 'professional, respected' woman like Jess is. But then she thinks for more than two seconds

Then realizes she loves sparkles, and dancing, and funky basslines and fruity cocktails and pretty boys.

And all of that makes her way happier than all that stuffy shit

She likes being a groupie. She LOVES it.

The way Hobie smiles when she compliments him, doing her makeup in bar bathrooms and feeling the excitement backstage during soundcheck, or waiting in line for autographs with the Lucky Charms

Always making her way to the front row and looking up at him, seeing his eyes search for her in the crowd

And when they're eyes meet, it's always like she's back at her first time at a show.

She wouldn't do it if it didn't make her happy.

And that's why Hobie loves it too.

No matter how 'weird' someone may think it is.

She's not hurting anybody, she's just being happy.

She's showing her love for him - and she's not letting anyone stop her. And he loves her for it.

Every guitarist needs a great groupie.

BONUS:

Rockstar things Hobie does for Diane @ Shows

All the bartenders know about Diane. It's the first thing Hobie does.

And when she arrives, she always gets Daquiri's on the house. Courtesy of the guitarist.

He always gives an encore.

She'll always be cheering for one - and who is he to let his groupie down

He's always sure to play her favorite songs again

and he ALWAYS gives a solo. (She goes Miguel Mode everytime)

Diane picks every single.

It didn't start out that way, but Hobie found he loved songs a lot more when Diane couldn't get them out of her head

When she went around the boathouse humming a chorus or repeating a lyric

or outright GUSHING about how cool the song is, how awesome he'd look on stage playing it, which of his outfits goes along best.

And every time she says it's her favorite, he can help but make it a single.

He always wants to make the songs as catchy as he can, just to hear the sound of her singing them when only he can hear.

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Summer Heat - Chapter 15

Title: Summer Heat Relationships: Elain x Lucien, Eris x Male OC Rating: E Status: Multichapter - WIP Summary: Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years.

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Chapter 15 excerpt

“This too?��

Elain nodded her head, swallowing before answering, “If you would be so kind,” she paused, closing her eyes briefly as his fingers continued to run along the ties. “I could tell you how if you need.”

“I know how to undo a lady’s corset,” he snorted, an arrogant expression arching his eyebrows as his strong cheekbones caught the moonlight.

“That’s right, I forgot. You’re a notorious rake who females gossip about in washrooms,” she gave him a playful expression through the mirror, and he returned her stare, a challenge in his eyes.

Elain felt a sharp tug as Lucien undid the knot at the bottom of her spine. The action sent a surge through her, ending right between her legs.

“You never did tell me what exactly those females said I was known for," he said casually as he loosened the bottom of the corset.

"Oh, I can't divulge that. A lady must maintain some secrets.”

Lucien continued to eye her in the mirror as he worked slowly, loosening the garment higher and higher. He leaned forward, his breath tickling her neck.

"Did it sound like something that would interest you?”