#i think just starry tones is cool

[starrytonesart]

help i fell back into my mlp phase and made a ponysona

the name is undecided. should it just be starry tones? idk

[rubra-wav]

how do you think Hazbin Hotel characters would react to a demon with butterfly wings?

The main Hazbin cast x Butterfly demon reader

Part 2 >

A/N: This wasn't really specific with what charas specifically, so I'm just doing the main cast. I'll do a part 2 with more characters, though, if it's wanted (sorry)

Reader's wings are written as colourful and proportionate to their body, so they are pretty big.

Realised there's a 10 image limit per post, which is bs. Isn't how i normally would have liked it to be aesthetically bc of that 👎

Cw: Sfw, slightly suggestive stuff in Angel's, reference to decapitation and cannibalism 💀, kinda a bit angsty in Angel's and Vaggie's, gn! Reader

Charlie

- Charlie would be absolutely delighted by you, no doubt about it.

- She wants nothing more than to be in a place that's vividly colourful and (assuming reader is a somewhat colourful butterfly demon) you'd be that for her.

- She also probably just really really likes butterflies in general though, let's be real.

- I can imagine her just staring at your wings with absolutely starry eyes while complimenting them.

- "They're so pretty ohhh my gosh!"

- I imagine her being lightly jealous, she'd love to have wings like a butterfly.

- Would probably ask if she can touch, and look somewhat sad when told no due to how it would cause your scales to come off. (Assuming reader's wings are the same as normal butterfly wings)

- It may get somewhat uncomfortable if you don't like attention, she would definitely fixate heavily on them. Tell her to stop though and it's making you feel weird and she will tone it down though.

- If not, though, enjoy the attention you're gonna be getting from Charlie over them.

Vaggie

- Vaggie would likely be a bit uncomfortable about seeing demons with wings in general due to her history - let alone you with beautiful, delicate ones.

- I think she'd secretly be hiding some angst and jealously about your wings ngl.

- When she sees Charlie fawning over them though oh boy.

- Yeah she's not gonna be happy about them then. She doesn't blame you or anything for how she's feeling as it's her issue and she knows that, but it still hurts quite a bit - especially in the beginning.

- It gets less and less bad though the more she gets used to it, she kind of just becomes 'meh' about it - especially if you ask Charlie to stop being so gaga about them.

- When she gets her wings back, though, I think she'd come to think they are cool. A normal level appreciation though.

- I can half see you two helping each other out with your wings down the line if you two get closer though.

- There are some things that come with upkeep so wings don't become damaged and stuff, so the people who also have wings? Allies 100%.

Angel

- I'm gonna be fr, the first time your wings come out he's probably gonna be panicked due to his baggage.

- Especially if it happens when you're angry.

- He's probably gonna need reassurance you aren't gonna try hurt him tbh.

- As sad as it is, his trauma would definitely play a part in his initial perception of them.

- After he recovers a bit and stops immediately going into fight or flight and seeing you =/= Val though, the switch up is insane.

- He would be all over you about them.

- I can imagine him calling you a bunch of butterfly related petnames.

- If you remember the 'make those wings flap' comments he made about Husk, its gonna be that on a hundred.

- Even if it's just joking flirting about them, it's gonna be constant because he thinks they are beautiful and it's a lot of material considering you're a butterfly and he's a spider.

- I feel like he would touch them at some point without really thinking and pull his hand back to see your scales have rubbed off onto his hand and go ''oh shit.''

Husk

- I don't think he'd have much of a reaction to it at all - at least not initially.

- Of course he acknowledges that they are very pretty, but he won't comment upon it much at all unlike the others.

- Possibly may make reference to it when crafting bitter statements directed towards you, though.

- Down the line, if you grow closer to him, I can see him as actually being concerned about your wings.

- They are extremely eye-catching and unique for a being in hell, and due to that, it could lead demons to actively target you

- Whether with overt aggressive intentions to take your wings and sell them, or with more covert problems like you being scouted for modelling (ie. By Velvette)

- I can see Vaggie and you trying to set up a wing maintenance group and trying to include him in it. Him being vehemently against it to a level that's almost comedic.

- You eventually convince him even though he's complaining the whole way through it. (He is lying and actually enjoys it).

Pentious

- He wouldn't like them at all in the beginning.

- They're big and bulky and get in the way of everything, including him.

- The amount of times he's accidentally fallen due to 'tripping' on your giant ass wings is greatly irritating and embarrassing to him.

- Possibly thinks you keep trying to kill him by tripping him.

- Could also see his 'hair' (idk how to properly refer to it, haha), accidentally brushing up against your wings with how expressive it is and getting your scales all over him.

- Basically, he doesn't like them because he's clumsy but will take it out on you.

- I also get the vibe he'd be jealous because of how eye-catching they are.

- In his mind, if he had wings like that, then he'd surely have been acknowledged by the Vees in some way.

- If you change your habits with your wings to be conscious of him not being able to walk normally and start getting onto better terms, though, he will likely become appreciative of them and stop being so pissy about them.

- They are very cool looking to him, and once his poor attitude wears off about them, he'll come to admit that.

Alastor

- He'd actually be somewhat weary of you in the beginning.

- It's nature's law that creatures that do not bother to hide themselves are not to be messed with - especially in a place like hell of all places.

- When he sees that you just happen to be particularly colourful, he drops that, though.

- He'd honestly probably be thinking of what it would be like to eat a demon like you after confirming you are, in fact, not poisonous or dangerous at all.

- He doesn't much care all that much for the intrinsic beauty of things as long as they aren't utterly ugly, and as long as they aren't obnoxious and in your face.

- Depending on how bright and vibrant they are and how much attention you bring to them, he may actually dislike them.

- If not, though, he acknowledges they are nice to look at, but again, doesn't really care about them outside of theorising how they would be to eat.

- Would probably make comments about how he could "just eat your wings up," or ask you about how you taste just to try to freak you out.

Niffty

- When she sees them, her eyes grow wide in a mixture of surprise and awe. At the exact same time, an unhinged smirk spreads across her face.

- She then proceeds to leap at you, scissors or whatever sharp object is closest to her raised at your wings.

- She'd be absolutely trying to take a piece out of them for her 'collection' 💀

- You're gonna need medical attention after she's done with you because she's hellbent.

- Her obsessiveness over your wings would vary depending on your gender but either way, she'd be trying to get a piece of them for herself.

- Definitely abnormal level of appreciation of them in the absolute worst way.

- If you can get her to stop instantly trying to cut off parts of them, she's still constantly trying to touch them. You need to complain about your scales every damn time she tries to reach out to touch it without fail.

- it's like your wings are a beacon, and she's the insect gunning for it ironically.

[blue-devil-of-the-lord]

i'm so happy you're writing for nightcrawler! he's my favorite and its criminal how little fanfic there is of him out there. could i request a slight hurt/comfort fic? kurt has a habit of sitting in the dark in the mansion (its quiet and peaceful for him), and fem!reader finds him up late one night. kurt is completely enamored with reader, so he doesn't want to burden her with his problems, but she gets kurt talking and slowly finds out that the bad memories of his past are keeping him up. kurt walks reader back to her room, and she tells him that if he ever wanted to talk or needed someone, she was there for him. kurt takes her hand, kisses it, and cant resist saying that merely being around her was enough for him to rest easy that night.

i'm sorry this was so long! thank you!

And only the stars will know

Kurt Wagner x fem!reader Words: 1.9K Warnings: slight hurt/comfort, but very faint A/N: Thanks so much for requesting. I feel like I didn't quite get the tone but I hope you like it anyway :)

It was a cold, starry night, the kind of night when you prefer to wrap yourself in a blanket, a hot drink in your hand and stare at the night sky from the windowsill. She was wrapped in a blanket, but she was a long way from her bed as she leaned against the doorframe to the balcony.

Her original plan had been to rush to her classroom and retrieve the papers she had left there, but the cool breeze in the corridors had distracted her from her plan.

Thinking someone had left a window open, she had followed the cold, even though her shivering body protested strongly against it, and ended up at the balcony. The doors were slightly ajar, leading her to think, as she had previously assumed, that one of the students had simply forgotten to close them.

However, just as she put her hand on the handle, she thought she recognized a person in the pale moonlight.

It was hard to make out, at first she thought she was imagining it, but when the clouds cleared the moon for a moment, she could clearly make out the outline of a person. A very familiar person.

She knew he was capable of it, after all, he had explained it to her, but it was the first time she had really experienced Kurt's ability to merge with the shadows and the darkness. Now that she knew he was sitting on the railing of the balcony, she could spot him, but she still had to make an effort to actually see him. Normally she would have spoken to him, but she didn't recognize the usually cheeky, flirtatious man, which had made her pause at the door frame.

Kurt had pulled his legs close to his body and hidden his head in his folded arms. His tail, which usually curled and swung back and forth in a bold and amused manner, was wrapped tightly around his body and didn't move a bit.

He must have been sitting out here for some time, because his body had started to shiver a few minutes after she found him and she couldn't stand it any longer. She carefully pushed the door open further, giving a soft squeak, but he didn't react, causing the worry line on her forehead to deepen, as he was usually so attentive. She shuffled quietly across the balcony, the stone icy cold beneath her bare feet, but he only noticed her when she carefully placed the blanket that had warmed her earlier around his shoulders.

He flinched and looked at her with wide, golden eyes, which she returned with a slight smile. She noticed that it was instantly easier for her to recognize him, as if he was making a conscious effort to remain visible.

„Meine Liebe, why are you still awake?" Her smile widened when she heard the nickname he honored her with. It wasn't much and in a language she didn't really speak, but it made her heart beat faster every time. "I could ask you the same thing, Kurt." She climbed carefully onto the railing next to him, careful not to fall. He seemed to have the same concern, as once she was seated, his tail detached itself from its place around his legs and wrapped itself around her waist.

"I couldn't sleep," she replied anyway, leaning forward slightly and adjusting the blanket so that it completely enveloped Kurt. It was only when she leaned back again that she noticed he had one arm hovering around her shoulders in case she lost her balance. Her smile softened and when he withdrew his arm, she reached for his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "And you, honey?"

Kurt let his eyes wander over her face for a moment before turning them skywards. "Same with me." That answer shouldn't have worried her as much as it did. It wasn't like him to answer so curtly or to avoid her gaze. Thinking back to her conversations with Kurt, she couldn't remember him ever letting his eyes wander far from her.

Still, she tried not to be too pressuring and instead attempted humor. "I doubt that. You don't need to read twenty-two essays on Shakespeare to deprive you of sleep." That elicited a slight smirk from him, but it didn't come close to the broad smile she was used to seeing from him. "Not quite, no."

Kurt pulled the blanket into place and she felt the grip of his tail tighten a little around her hips, but said nothing, just watched him in silence. His hands were in his lap and she could see that he was wringing them, apparently not knowing what to do with them. Her eyes traveled up over his tense posture to his face.

His mouth, usually twisted into a toothy smile, was now nothing more than a barely recognizable line and his eyes, usually glowing with energy, looked dull and sad. She couldn't bear to look at him. Kurt was important to her, one of the most important people in her life, and seeing him like this broke her heart.

"Kurt?" Her voice was soft and tentative and he didn't look directly at her, but when he did, his face looked tired, exhausted and resigned. Slowly, so that he had enough time to pull back, she lifted her hand and brushed a few strands of hair from his face before resting her hand on his cheek. "You know you can talk to me? If there's something on your mind... I'm here for you."

For a brief moment, his features softened and he smiled, just slightly but it was a genuine smile. "I know, meine Liebe. It's just a few bad memories. Nothing to burden your mind with." Gently, she let her hand move from his cheek to his hand so that she was now holding both of them in hers.

"Shouldn't it be up to me to decide?"?“

Kurt was silent for a long time and she almost thought he was going to turn away, but he let out a deep, almost sad chuckle and shook his head. "God, you're one of a kind, aren't you? What did I do to deserve the honor of your attention?"

"There was nothing to earn," she whispered. "It was yours from the beginning."

This seemed to leave him speechless for a moment, but when he caught himself, his expression softened, the worry line gone. "It was just a few bad memories," he explained and it took her a moment to realize that he was answering her previous question. "Usually they can't hurt me, but sometimes-"

"-they just come up, no matter how much you've distanced yourself from them," she finished his broken sentence and Kurt nodded slightly.

„Ja.“ His eyes wandered from her face to the lands of the Xavier Institute. "I have found my role, my place, in this world. I am surrounded by people who accept me for who I am, love me for who I am." For a few seconds, his gaze flickered over to her. "But that wasn't always the case."

That sad look she couldn't stand came into his eyes again and he withdrew his hands. "I was fine for a while, in the circus. They may not have all loved me, but I was accepted and respected. That was all I wanted. But outside-" His tail loosened from her hip and curled around his drawn-on legs again.

"Monster, they called me. Freak. Spawn of hell. Abominable. Dangerous..." She curled her fingers into her thighs. Kurt didn't deserve this kind of treatment. He was an angel, wonderful and magnificent, and the fact that people didn't treat him like this infuriated her.

Kurt let out a gasp. "I know none of this is true. I'm not a monster, not a spawn of hell, not abominable, but..."

"It still hurts." He nodded and she felt her heart break in her chest. "Oh Kurt..." She didn't care that they were sitting on the railing of a balcony that hovered several meters above the ground, but acted on instinct.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the blue mutant. He froze for a few seconds, but quickly recovered from his shock.

Under her touch, she could feel him relax and bury his face in her hair while his hands clawed at her back. It didn't hurt, but even if it did, she wouldn't say anything. Something slowly wrapped around her middle and it took her a little too long to realize it was his tail.

"You don't deserve this. You least of all of us," she murmured into his chest and felt his grip on her tighten. "You're a wonderful person, an angel, and I'm very grateful to know you." There was silence between them, though neither of them was uncomfortable. She snuggled against him as he buried his face in her hair and his arms and tail wrapped around her.

The softly breathed "thank you" was carried away by the wind, but she heard it anyway and wrapped her arms around him even tighter. If it had been a warmer night, she could have stayed in his arms for hours, but this night was cold and she soon began to shiver, despite the warmth radiating from Kurt's body.

At first she tried to suppress it, not wanting to let the moment go, but over time her trembling became so bad that Kurt noticed it as well and broke away from her, eliciting a complaining whimper from her. He, however, paid no attention and just looked at her with wide, worried eyes. "Meine Liebe, you're freezing to death. Why are you wearing such thin clothes?"

"It wasn't really the plan to go out," she confessed through chattering teeth and Kurt swung himself elegantly from the railing to offer her his hand. She gratefully accepted it and as soon as her feet touched the cold ground, she felt something warm envelop her.

Kurt had put the blanket back around her shoulders as well as wrapping his arm around her middle. He smiled down at her and finally he looked the way she knew he would - wide, fang-toothed smile, bright eyes and a curling tail.

"Come on, my dear, let's go inside. After all, I can't risk my favorite person catching a cold, can I?" She grinned slightly and really hoped he couldn't see the blush in her cheeks. From his smile, he very well could. " Don't let Rogue hear you say that."

He chuckled softly and led her through the hallways to her room. She stopped in front of her door, the blanket wrapped tightly around her, and looked up at him as he began to melt into the shadows again, though this time she had no trouble spotting him.

"Sweet dreams," he murmured with a smile and she lightly smiled.

"You too. And Kurt?" she called back to him as he tried to turn around. Her smile turned a little sheepish.

"If you have bad dreams again or are plagued by bad memories... My door is open to you. Any time."

Kurt's smile widened and his tail curled slightly at the tip as he carefully took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. "Don't worry, meine Liebe." He looked up at her through his lashes and his gaze was so soft and appealing at the same time that she felt like she would instantly burst. "

Just this time near you will be enough to keep me from having bad dreams for the next few weeks."

He gently let go of her hand, winked at her and disappeared into a dark cloud with a slight 'bamf'.

Frozen, blushing heavily, she stood there and looked at the spot where Kurt had been standing before she chuckled softly and turned towards her room. God, this man....

[cupidsanne]

Mike Faist As Your Husband ✢ Headcanons

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ Headcanons and slight blurbs of Mike being your husband <3 I need more content of this man asap.

WARNINGS! ✦ No warnings, sfw!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

— He hasn’t changed much since you two gotten married.

— He’s very bashful, even with you. You two could be together for days, months, or years and he still gets shy with certain things you say. He can’t always take compliments but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them. In fact, he loves to be praised by you. You’re his biggest cheerleader.

“Here you go.” You smile as you hand Mike his water bottle, he had no hesitated in politely accepting the bottle and offered a breathless ‘thank you’ in return. The two of you were currently at the gym, both of you having some free time and decided that it would be a healthy bonding experience for both of you. It took a while to set in motion this plan for the reason that the both of you were home bodies. Preferring to stay inside then to get up and out there.

“I think I’m finished on the bike for tonight. I reached my limit!” You explained in a tired tone as he set the hand held weights on the ground that he was holding previously to take a sip of his water.

“Cool. We can head out now if you want.” Mike suggested, not wanting to make you wait around for him.

You shook your head. “It’s no problem! I’ll wait in the lounge area and relax while you do your thing. Besides,” You made a sly expression. “You look so attractive working out!”

“Shut up!” Mike said immediately. He looked down at the weights beneath his feet as you laughed and walked away. A smile spread across his face.

— Not to mention, he’s your biggest cheerleader too! Sure, you two do friendly banter a lot, and he’ll tease you with nicknames but never will ill intentions or to put you down in anyway. He’s aware of your achievements and your talents. As much as he doesn’t always take compliments, he loves to give them.

— He’s a gentlemen, through and through. Opening the doors for you, giving you his coat/jacket if you’re ever cold, walking on the side closest to the road whenever you two are on a sidewalk, ect.

— Till this day, you always feel a bit fuzzy inside for all the little things he does, but to him these are just acts that are same old, same old to him. It’s his love language, and how he expresses his affection!

— Another way he expresses his affection, is through physical touch. Not in a crazy way like “I need to kiss you all day and basically be in your skin.” but he likes that subtle physical touch. Not saying that he doesn’t like to kiss you, because trust me he does.

— He likes just being side by side with you, just the warmth and the closeness is nice to him. It used to have him flustered being so close to a girl he really likes, but now that you two are married, it’s not a stress to him anymore.

— He thinks being side by side is great, it’s easier to talk to you that way, and let’s him get a look at you closely. Let’s him take notice of the gloss that is shining on your lips, or the way your eyelashes may be curled more than usual, things like that. If you two are in a booth at a restaurant, you bet he’s gonna slide in the booth right next to you, instead of across.

— Hand holding is a big thing for him too. He holds your hands no matter how he’s feeling. It brings him a sense of comfort. He isn’t a huge PDA person, but he likes the little sweet things like that.

It was a starry night as you and Mike sat side by side, in front of a backyard campfire while talking to a couple of friends. Autumn was rolling in and nights were becoming colder. Everyone had a warm drink or a beer in hand, reminiscing about anything and everything with each other. Just having a good time.

“Scooch closer.” Mike complained to you quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that your friends were having. “You’re shivering like a chihuahua!”

“I can’t help it!” You muttered before coming in closer. The both of you were bundled up in some jackets, but after basking in the summer sun for months, the new coldness of this season is gonna take some getting used to. As you moved in closer to him, he moved a bit on the bench himself and stuck one of your hands into his warm pockets. You thought how sweet of this was of him, and how come men always get warmer and thicker clothing then ladies do??

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Sharing his warmth and listening in on your friend’s conversations.

— Everyone always talks about how you and Mike are both clowns. Always dropping jokes in any situation and matching each other’s energy. You and Mike aren’t at a function if you two aren’t laughing or making clever quips about something.

— You just can’t help yourselves. You guys don’t try to present yourselves as being inconsiderate, but that’s just how you guys are wired!

— Most the time it goes that Mike says something witty, and you laugh about it and have to finish it off. He than eggs it on and it’s just loose from there. Some people don’t know that you and Mike were friends before your relationship, and still are now. He says till this day you’re his best friend.

— It’s already enough that you two have inside jokes, like if something happens and you two give each other the look, then start busting out laughing. It’s a common occurrence. People either love it or hate it and that’s not y’all’s fault!

— Joking around and the occasional gossip is how you to spend quality time together. Which is another one of his love languages.

— The down side about this is, a lot of times you two will have to go through a long distance relationship. He’s an actor and they demand him to be in many places at once. You don’t like it, and neither does he, but you make it work.

— The two of you video chat all the time when he’s away. You talk about each other’s days and experiences, whether it’s meaningless or not.

— Whenever he’s away, you guys gossip and do skincare stuff over the phone. Mostly it’s you doing your skincare while he’s just watching you talk. He’s still involved in the conversation though!

— Although he loves when you come and visit him whenever he’s away, he loves it most when he’s home. Mike is very much a homebody, he likes staying in and not having to go out super often.

— In his earlier years, he was really career focused and hardly had any time to relax and take a moment in. Now that that he’s older, and still working, he’s not afraid to wind down sometimes and take a break.

— He definitely rubbed off on you, because you enjoy staying in now too. Cuddled up together watching TV, or cooking together in the kitchen while some jazz music plays, it’s the dream.

— Of course, you two don’t mind getting dolled up and fancy to go out somewhere exciting, but the best moments are at home where you’re comfortable.

— Just Him, You, and his dog Austin. (Sorry, You’re gonna have to be a dog person!) Just relaxing in a cozy townhouse, watching movies.

— Since Mike has quite a bit of following, and has made a career of himself. The press and his fans are aware that he’s married.

— We’re all aware how Mike isn’t a social media user, or doesn’t speak much about himself to the press because he likes to keep his life private. Yet, that doesn’t make you two a secret. He just doesn’t want all your business out there.

“Welcome Mike!” The interviewer greeted happily to to the actor over the screen. “Thank you for joining us today, how’ve you been?”

Mike was scheduled for a video interview, even though covid wasn’t as hectic now, he still likes to be safe and doesn’t wish to travel as much if he doesn’t have to. Plus, video chatting is becoming more normalized now. “Hi, thank you for having me and I’m doing great.”

“Good, are you finally back home with your family and all that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Yeah, I just arrived back from London, two weeks ago? Although I love working but I love to be home too. To see my family, friends, and get back to my wife and such.” Mike explained. He wouldn’t say he would get homesick, because of how passionate he is about what he does, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t home greatly.

The interviewer smiled a great deal. “Yes, I totally get that! I can see the photo of what I think— is you and your wife, in the back?”

Mike looked over his shoulder to see a photo frame on the console table behind him. It was decked out in small photos as well as some decorations that were relevant to the season, all by you of course. He reached behind him to bring the photo frame up close to his laptop screen.

“Yeah this is us right here. This is one of the photos from our wedding.” He pointed out. Showing off the photo closer a bit before setting it back down to where it was.

“That’s so cute! How long have you two been married? If you don’t mind me asking.” The interviewer inquired.

“About a year now. It feels like only a few months honestly. Time flies for sure.” Mike chuckled a bit. The interviewer chuckled alongside him.

“Especially when you’re in love! Time going fast is a great thing.” The interviewer added.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

— He doesn’t nor ever want to hide the fact that he’s taken. He’s proud of his relationship with you and if people don’t like that, then that’s their problem.

— If you have a wide social media following (In case you are celebrity!) than you don’t hide the fact you’re together either. If this is the case, fans actually adore you because you’re the one posting him, providing the fans some content.

— But, if you’re like him and not a celebrity, or even someone who likes to have your life on the down low, then that’s fine too. He doesn’t need for you to post him to feel some validation.

— Overall, he’s a great husband to have. He’d do anything for you and is grateful that he’s yours. He wouldn’t want to have you any other way. <3

[octuscle]

Hey I love to become Stereotypical blonde football player guy with amazing muscles and a hairy body

"Why don't you take this spring break too, darling?" "Why don't you relax after your first semester, you've been so hard-working, boy" You can't hear it anymore. After the exams, you would have loved to go to the mountains. Hiking. And explore the starry sky at night. But no, you gave in to pressure from your parents and set off for South Beach in your ancient VW Jetta. This is going to be endlessly embarrassing. You're pale, chubby, completely untrained. You're a virgin. No one has ever sucked your pathetic little cock. And you've never sucked anyone else. For your taste, it should have stayed that way. But now it's Florida. And you don't even drink alcohol.

Your father actually found a cassette entitled "Freshman's Guide to Spring Break". It's embarrassing enough that you only have a cassette player in the car. You listened to your beloved 12-tone music during the whole journey. Schönberg was a genius after your own heart. But now, just under an hour before your destination, you put the cassette in. Accompanied by hip-hop, someone speaks in a nasty slang. You can just imagine the guy Football-Jock. One of the guys who bullied you at college last year. "Yo, dude! let me tell you ha to get da hottest spring break. You'll have more sex n more fun dan you can imagine." You take a deep breath. This is going to be great… "You should start uh year in advance n get your muscles burning every day. An important motto of spring break is n remains 'sun's out, guns out'." Well bravo, then you can turn around right away. What kind of stupid advice is that an hour before you get out of the car? A little late, perhaps, to… Damn it! Your muscles are swelling. And in your head, a profound knowledge of the gym matures. Hey, the gym is your home. "Bruh, last haircut maximum three months before you go to da beach. Yes, your mommy will be sad about da messy look at christmas. But uh surfer's mane is best for da beach." You said it, dude. You think to yourself. Your hair is flapping in the wind. You love it. "N bruh, don't wash your hair two weeks before. You can smell da sweat from your football helmet in your hair." Hehehe, sure thing. Showering sucks, but washing your hair is for wimps. You love the look when you take your helmet off after the game and your sweaty hair lies wildly on your head. "My tip, dude, is that da last time you shave is two weeks before spring break. Nah one wants uh clean shaven guy on da beach. N while we're on da subject of shaving. You can shave your chest again four days before you get ta steppin. Da stubble on your mighty pecs looks hot." The traffic is getting heavier. More and more party-addicted students are clogging up the streets. You scratch your chest. Yes, the bruh with the podcast coming from the sick speakers of your powerful new car knows all about it.

"So dude, before you hit da road, one last workout. You'll have somethin other dan sport on your mind for da next few days. Nah more showers afta training n keep your training clothes on for da journey." It already smells a bit in the car. But it's the stench of youthful masculinity. Up ahead is the guesthouse where the others from your football team are staying. Some of them are already there. And obviously already drunk. The podcast said that the most important accessory in the car is the cool can of beer for the arrival. Hell yes! You park the car, get out, rip open the can, drink the beer on ex and crush the can between your forearm and biceps. Spring break is only once a year. Let the games begin!

[rubylace]

jake — latenight drives

wc! 4,285

song recommendations night trip w/ jake <33 :

| Bruno Mars - just the way you are | Justin Bieber - anyone, come around me | Daniel Caesar ft.H.E.R - best part | Sabrina Carpenter - nonsense | Lauv - never not, paris in the rain | Ed Sheeran - photograph | New Hope Club & Danna Paola - know me too well | Rihanna - we found love |

It was a typical Friday night, and you were lounging around in your apartment, scrolling through your phone aimlessly. Suddenly, a message popped up on your screen. It was from Jake, your boyfriend.

"Get ready, I'm picking you up in 20," it read. You were surprised but excited.

You quickly got dressed, opting elegant outfits. Just as you were putting on your high-heeled shoes, you heard a car honk outside. You peeked through the window and saw Jake's car parked in front of your building. You grabbed your bag and rushed out.

"It wasn't even the weekend yet but he was already making plans." You thought in yours with Jake's invitation.

As you slid into the passenger seat, Jake greeted you with a warm smile. "Hey, pretty," he said, his eyes twinkling under the streetlights. You smiling and greeted him back.

"Where are we going?" you asked, curious about his sudden plan and enthusiasm in your mind while looking out the car window. "It's a surprise," he replied, starting the car.

The city lights blurred past as Jake drove through the quiet streets. You loved these late-night drives with him. The world seemed to slow down, and it was just the two of you, lost in your own little universe. You turned on the music and a soft melody filled the car. Jake hummed along, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel in rhythm.

But after 30 minutes you realize that he turned around and returned to the previous path. "Looks like someone is disappointed huh."

Smiled mischievously, he knew what was happening and what he was doing.

"Don't you like it when you travel aimlessly like this? You like to waste my gas, honey."

I just-" your face immediately pouted, for some reason Jake's words hurt your heart.

Jake pulled over at a secluded spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking. The city lights twinkled like stars, and the cool night breeze was refreshing. Jake turned to you, his eyes reflecting the city lights.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you, away from the hustle and bustle," he said, taking your hand in his.

"..that's why you dress up so neatly? You don't need to do anything to yourself, you already look so beautiful. It's not just in my eyes, maybe guys out there think the same way. So don't turn away from me."

"No way, not all guy can I use up their gas." smiling with a feeling of not wanting to lose even you're not upset with him anymore, you joke back to him.

That way your relationship will not feel bland.

You felt a warm feeling spread through you. You looked at Jake, his face illuminated by the city lights, and you knew you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. This was your perfect late-night car date, just you and Jake, under the starry city sky.

Followed by some a little karaoke and looking at the beautiful night together.

"No matter where you are, I'll always be with you~" Jake said in a rhythmic tone.

"Haha what song is that?"

"This is my own song hehe, it just came to mind."

You just shook your head at his increasingly absurd behavior but nevertheless you still loved him.

As you sat there, gazing at the city lights with Jake by your side, a wave of emotions washed over you. You couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, as if there were so many things you wanted to say but couldn't find the right words.

Jake noticed the change in your expression and gently squeezed your hand. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. You took a deep breath and turned to him, your eyes meeting his.

"I just... I've been feeling a bit lost lately," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "Life can be so overwhelming, and sometimes I don't know where I'm headed."

Jake's face softened, and he leaned closer, his voice soothing. "I understand, honey. We all have moments like that. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here for you, always."

His words resonated deep within you, and you felt a surge of gratitude for having Jake in your life. With him by your side.

The night grew darker, Jake turned on the car's interior lights, creating a cozy ambiance. He reached into the backseat and pulled out a small picnic basket. "I brought some snacks," he said, a mischievous grin on his face. "Let's have a little midnight picnic."

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of his gesture. You opened the basket to find an assortment of your favorite treats. You both laughed and shared stories as you indulged in the delicious snacks, creating new memories together.

Hours passed, and the sky began to lighten with the first rays of dawn. Reluctantly, you and Jake realized it was time to head back home. But as you drove back through the waking city, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope and excitement.

You turned to Jake, a smile playing on your lips. "Thank you for tonight," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Jake reached over and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I'll always be here for you," he whispered, his eyes filled with love.

Kissing your lips gently with affection. Jake covered your body with a comfortable blanket. Accompanied by songs that suit the cold night also the air conditioner in the car becomes warmer by his attention.

[whereireid]

jake watching daddy punish bunny for being a brat?🫣🥹

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐏, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐏

series masterlist | avatar masterlist

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader x jakesully

— warnings: mild nsfw content ! spanking, submissive!reader, throuple, aftercare, safewords

"Come on, don't be mean to her, Quaritch. She's learnt her lesson."

Your gentle sniffles has Quartich's ears are stood upright, his nose twitching in annoyance as he rubs a calloused hand over your bruised ass. There's red welts everywhere, all in the shape of his hand, and his lips purse as he spreads your thighs softly.

"She ain't learnt nothin' yet, Jake," he says pointedly, his fingers running through your wet slits, tutting as you whimper beneath him. "This is makin' her wet. God damn, you're such a horny little thing, ain't'cha?"

Cautiously, you nod your head. "Can't help it, daddy," you say softly, your eyes locking onto Jake's in pleading.

"Oh, but I think you can, bunny." There's an edge to his tone as he brushes his knuckles against your clit gently, his tail thrashing when he hears your breath hitch in your throat. "You see, you've got two of us now. There's no reason why you should be touchin' yourself without us. It's one of the rules."

A cry slips past your lips as Quaritch's hand comes down again, smacking harshly against the skin of your ass. Pain shoots throughout you, electricity crackling throughout your nerves as you shake beneath him. Your ears ring, your vision growing dark and starry, and you struggle to blink back the tears as threats of unconsciousness blurs at your borders.

"That's it. That's my girl, come back to me, bunny."

Quaritch's face floods your vision, and you smile up at him dumbly, a breeze of air brushing against the raw plump skin of your ass. "Green," you breathe, smiling at him softly, Jake's fingers already brushing over your ass, smoothing a Na'vi cooling substance over the skin. "Green. 'M okay, daddy, that one was just a bit hard."

His brows furrow, and there's a gentle beat of hesitation which breezes through the air before Quaritch presses his lips against yours. You bask in the intimacy, your stomach tingling as his fingers brush against your cheekbones, your ass bucking into Jake's touch.

"You did a good job, sweet girl," Jake says from behind you, a hiss catching in your throat as he rubs the cool jelly on your skin. "I'm proud of you."

"She's learnt her lesson. Haven't you, bun?" Quaritch asks from above you, his nose nuzzling into your hair as he breathes in your scent, an apologetic look flooding over his features.

"I have. No more touching myself without my daddies."

"Good girl, bun. You know I hate punishing you."

He's lying, and both you and Jake know it, but the Olo'eyktan stays silent, making sure to soothe your welts and calm the burning blazing of your skin, his motions soft and gentle.

There’s nowhere you’d rather be than bent over their laps.

[nayaaatv]

wonwoo bf headcanons ☂︎

# : fluff, gn! reader ♡

warnings ! : none (?)

wc ! : 0.6k

a/n : FINALLY OMG. i thought this writers block was gonna last forever im so sorry.

req by anon ♡

look, yk how this man games right. okay so.. lets say one day, you got really bored and asked him if he could play roblox with u. ofc, he said yes bc he loves u. but also thought it was pretty stupid at first. but now... its a daily thing for u both!! you'd ask to play the 'stupidest' games like royale high, da hood, the mimic, whatever!! but he says yes everytime, and enjoys it everytime. hes having fun as long as ur having fun too.

u guys would have a cat together. like... fr. you'd name it like milo or tulip. cute things like that, ngl... i think he'd buy them little clothes or collars. to him, THEYRE HIS CHILD. u teased him about it before but he just replied with "im practicing." i hope we all know what that means hehe.

keeps every gift you give him. he still wears the bracelet you gave him 2 years ago. he still hugs the plushie you gave him on his birthday. he loves it when u still keep his gifts too. he appreciates it so much

can nap without u, but refuses to most of the time. he personally thinks its a need that u literally have to be there when he takes a nap, he doesnt know why, but he literally needs u to be there. he wont force you too much if you're busy, but hes gonna struggle a lot ㅠㅠ. its better if you like napping too or if ur a big cuddler. it doesn't matter to him though. you dont even have to nap with him he just wants you to be there.

computer cafe dates, like pls. your either both playing games or your just watching him do his stuff. its so comforting for the both of you. you're telling him about your day, ranting about the annoying co-worker you had at work as he games away. he always listens though, remembers every detail. he tells you about his day too, and its just a fun hobby for you both.

hes a bit shy most of the time, so you're gonna have to be the one to initiate anything physical. but he loves loves loves hand holding. you dont know why and maybe he doesnt either, it just makes him feel so safe and his hands are so warm and he says your hands are so soft to him :((

he really likes taking photos of u... don't take this in a weird way but he looks like the guy to have like a whole photo album of u looking pretty whilst doing nothing. whether its u actually posing for the camera or him just taking a photo without ur acknowledgement. little photographer bf

again with the gamer wonwoo agenda, if u were even struggling with something just a bit, he would leave his game immediately. it does not matter. it could be the simplest things! not being able to reach something, seeing a bug, literally anything!!!! he will help u everytime. okay maybe he doesn't help you everytime but he always pauses his game when he notices, and then goes back to gaming if he sees you dealing with it on your own.

secretly loves it when you kiss him out of the blue while he's reading or watching something. he always hits you with the "what was that?" in a very cool tone but his heart is actually spinning like crazy. he thinks you don't know but you can see the cutest shade of red on his cheeks everytime. he doesn't need to know that though.

[ jeonghan is next ! ]

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Patronage For The Worthy - Incubus!Male!Reader x Nilou

A/N: This idea for the reader has been living in my mind rent free for a good chunk of time, and here it is. Hope everyone likes it!

CW: Cervix sex, Male!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

Nilou opens her eyes. Everything is dark around her. A small amount of light falls through her window, illuminating her covered feet a little. She feels a cold gust of air coming from somewhere to her left. She rubs her eyes, yawns, and sits up in bed. 

She looks around. The window is open, letting the cool summer air move the curtains. Nilou, dressed up in her nightgown, gets up and moves to close it. When she stands before the opening, she can’t help but look out at the city. It’s very late, so only a handful of people roam the streets, illuminated by street lanterns. She looks up at the starry sky, and marvels at the full moon. It’s so beautiful, she thinks. 

“Yes indeed. The moon looks incredible today.”

She freezes in sudden horror. Somebody is in her room. Her heart speeds up, and her chest feels heavy with stress. She slowly turns around.

A man is sitting on the edge of her bed. He has short, dark hair. He seems tall, however the way he is sitting, leaning forward while resting his forearms on his thighs make it hard to judge his true height. Small horns are visible through his hair. The pupils of his eyes glow lightly with a red shine. 

Her eyes go wide. She tries to back away, but she is soon stopped by the windowsill. Her breath speeds up.

“W-who are you? What a-are you? W-what do you want from m-me?!” Her voice cracks from fear. The man stands up, revealing his true height. He is much taller than her, and bigger too. His arms are thick and his shoulders are broad. He raises his large hands up slightly.

Nilou would be ready to use her Vision if it wasn’t this late, if his entry wasn’t so sudden, and if only he wasn’t so… huge. Nilou is certain that with a single swing of his powerful arms he could send her flying. She tries to move, but her body refuses. She is frozen as he approaches her.

“S-stay away! Don’t c-come any c-closer!” Her knees tremble, and she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

“Hey, hey. Stay calm. I mean no harm.” The demon’s voice is surprisingly… normal. It’s nothing like she expected. It’s deep, yes, but very human at the same time. But most of all, it’s calm and steady. Its tone is… oddly soothing.

Her heart starts slowing down against all reason. The man’s aura feels… comforting?

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, alright? Deep breaths, Nilou.” 

With no other choice but to obey, Nilou nods. 

“O-okay… but don’t come any closer. Please.”

The demon crouches down to meet her eye level. In the darkness his eyes give off a faint, red glow. Her visitor shrugs.

“As you wish.”

It takes her a few solid moments to calm down. She takes in the posture of the demon. It’s relaxed and casual, much to her surprise. A soft smile is on his lips all the while. She finds the courage to speak.

“Who are you?”

“Well, as you can see… I’m a demon.” He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs in his mouth. Nilou shivers at how sharp they look.

“And why are you here?”

The demon laughs. “I’m just here to visit you, obviously. See… I have been watching your performances for quite some time now. I must say… they are quite… breathtaking.” His smile widens. Despite how strange this situation is, Nilou can’t help but blush a little at the praise.

“Thank you…”

“...And I believe that great work is to be rewarded properly. So here I am. For this night, you're my mistress. I will do everything you ask of me to the best of my ability.”

What the demon said is still being processed in her mind as he stretches out his left arm towards her. 

“I understand if you don’t trust me. That’s why I will give you my word. And incubi’s words are never empty.”

 Suddenly, his wrist starts glowing. Nilou is taken back by the sizzle and the smell of flesh being burned. The incubus remains still as her constellation is burned into his forearm. The unearthly fire dies down as suddenly as it arose, along with the smell. 

The demon sighs. 

"Now I am not allowed to do anything against your will. As well as this contract, I will provide you with my name. The one thing that allows one to control a demon completely. Call me… Y/N.”

“Y/N…” As she says the word, the demon’s eyes glow blue. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“Yours is as well, Nilou. Or… do you want me to call you anything else tonight?”

Nilou thinks for a moment, before replying. 

“Is it okay if you call me… ‘princess’?”

Y/N chuckles. “Of course, princess. It’s all about you tonight. Whatever you wish. ”

Nilou looks at Y/N again. His face bears a smug smile. She traces down to look at his body. It’s large and muscular, but most of it is covered by the casual gown he is wearing. All of his torso, except for a chest window. Before she can fully take it in, the demon speaks again.

“How about we sit somewhere more comfortable, princess Nilou?”

She gives a small nod. Suddenly, Y/N picks her up with one arm, completely effortlessly. She squeals in surprise. He gently lowers her to the bed, and sits beside her. As he does, the clothing parts, letting her see his entire chest. It’s very muscular, with six firm abs and well toned skin. She looks up and down Y/N, taking in his impressive physique. 

"Hey. My eyes are up here, princess." 

Nilou nearly jumps in surprise. Her eyes move from his face to the bed and to the floor in panic. Her cheeks flush red. 

"S-sorry…" She replies somewhat ashamed of how blatantly she was checking him out. 

The demon laughs. 

"Hey, it's okay. Do you like it?" 

"I… u-um… like it a lot." She is redder still, avoiding his smug gaze. 

He suddenly, but gently, grabs her hand, and pulls it to rest on his stomach. 

"You can touch it if you want to. I don't mind."

Nilou gulps. Despite what the demon said, there's still a little spark of worry lingering inside her mind. What if she makes a misstep, and touches him in a spot he doesn't like? He could do something to her… But she has to admit. It's kind of… exciting. To be able to touch such a beautiful body… 

She gently guides her hand along your stomach, feeling every small bump of your muscle. They are firm and hard, yet your skin is soft and warm. So pleasant to touch. She moves up, resting her hand between the breasts, and finds no heartbeat. 

"You… really are not mortal…" She moves up her other hand to your shoulders, gently parting the clothing even further. "May I…?" 

"Yes, feel free. Do what you want with me." You smile encouragingly. 

She removes your top completely, exposing your forearms. She moves closer to you, hands now guiding alongside your forearms. Nilou traces her fingers along the perfect curve of your biceps, taking in how hard, yet soft your flesh is. Her touch is gentle, almost feather light. 

Nilou looks at your face, and an idea suddenly pops into her mind. She lifts her left hand to rest on your cheek. With a slow and careful movement, she moves her thumb to your lips, gently parting them. Her mouth opens slightly as she caresses the teeth. She drags her digit down towards your tongue, and pushes it in slightly. You obediently suck on it, making her blush. 

Nilou clumsily mounts you, and you lean back. She sits on your stomach, and you can feel the heat radiating from her core. She sighs as you speed up your tongue work. Her other hand draws circles around your breast, gently rubbing against the nipple. You let out a soft moan as you surrender to her touch. 

The heat inside her is growing by the second. Y/N… Such a powerful being, big, strong… with nothing but a light press of his sharp teeth he could bite off her fingers, and yet here he is, worshiping her fingers. Such a beautiful creature, surrendering to her every whim… 

Nilou doesn't notice when her hips start moving up and down your abs. You, however, can feel all the wetness seeping through her pajama bottoms. Your hands move to hold her ass, gently helping her move. She gasps when she feels you move, and a small frown appears on her lips. Pleasure? Extortion? Dissatisfaction? You can't tell. 

She grabs your bigger hands and moves them to rest on the covers, pinning them down by the sides of your head. You let her lips find yours as she leans down. Your tongues intertwine, but you let her take the lead. In no time she is exploring your mouth, hips still bucking back and forth against your stomach. 

When she parts with you, hot, blushing and out of breath, you look down at her hips. Her nightgown bottoms are completely soaked in the crotch area. You purr, looking deep into her eyes. 

"Ah, you love that, princess Nilou, don't you?" 

She lets out a small moan, mouth now agape in hard earned pleasure. "Yes…" 

"Let me lend you a hand then."

Your eyes glow, and suddenly her clothes are gone, turned into black particles. This doesn't surprise or startle her. Instead, she just dives into your lips again, exposed pussy rubbing against your soft skin with twice the intensity now. She is too overcome with lust and desire to care, or feel even an ounce of shame. 

With an especially wide hip move, her core rubs against your bulge. In an instant, a new wave of desire overcomes her. Her nose takes in your beautiful, overwhelmingly hot smell, and she can feel that familiar itch between her legs. But this time, her fingers won't do the trick. 

"I want you, now… please… serve me w-with your body, Y/N…" 

Your eyes glow again, and your pants are completely gone in an instant, allowing your cock to spring free of its confines. Without delay, she grabs it in her hand. She rubs her palm against your head, gathering the slick and precum. Nilou timidly takes a whiff of your musk, and her eyes water at how strong it is. Wasting no time, she places your head against her entrance, and slowly, very slowly, starts pushing it in. 

She whines as your tip stretches her body. You move your hands to support her lower thighs, securing her movement. Her eyes flutter shut as she feels her insides being pushed apart, making space for your overwhelming length. She feels so full, so delightfully filled, and yet it's just the halfway point. She moves her hips up and down a little, sending waves of pleasure through the both of you. She moans lightly, hands gripping your shoulders for support. You can feel her fingers digging deeper and deeper into your skin with every millimeter of depth. 

Nilou runs out of breath for a second, before a sweet, loud yelp reaches your ears. You can feel a firm wall of flesh touching your cock. Her eyes roll back, and she falls on your chest, breathing heavily. Her cervix prevents you from going deeper, so you start moving your hips back. Gently, but firmly, you snap them back forward, striking her wall and earning a gasp from her. She digs her nails into you, drawing blood as you fuck her gently. 

Nilou soon convulses, her walls pulsing, throbbing and clenching around your shaft. With her first orgasm, any sense of boundary or restraint is gone. Despite her orgasm induced exhaustion, she starts moving again. You both moan in unison as Nilou lets go of her desires and rides you for another orgasm. 

And then another, and another until her body gave out on her. You left her there, bruised, covered in hickeys and absolutely spent. 

The sleep she had was the best of her life that night. 

—

Nilou awoke the next morning. Every part of her hurt, from her toes to the top of her head. Lightly stretching, she looked around her room. Even though she remembered it to be more or less trashed, it was cleaned. A new set of pajamas, identical to those she lost during the night, was resting on top of her night stand. 

On shaky, sore legs she moved to the bathroom. Moving to the kitchen after washing herself down with lukewarm water, a silver, covered tray caught her attention. A small piece of paper lay next to it. She glanced over the text, written in beautiful, decorative font. 

"Loved the night. Made you breakfast. See you on the next show, princess~ - Y/N."

Nilou lifted the cover, coming face to face with a steaming hot pile of pancakes. She nearly squealed with joy at the sight. The girl rushed to grab some cutlery, but a flash of pain stopped her in her tracks. Rubbing her sore hips, she chuckled to himself. 

Maybe she really did go too far yesterday. 

Thanks for reading!

[cowboythighs]

steve almost wishes he hadn’t told eddie he was a virgin. it’s not that he really wanted to lie to him, but ever since eddie found out, he’d been treating steve different—like suddenly things had to move slow and syrupy sweet.

he should’ve waited until after eddie had fucked his brains out to casually let the information slip, because now that he knew, eddie suddenly has all kind of /ideas/ and unfortunately, they were almost in direct opposition of steve’s desires.

it’s takes steve weeks to convince eddie that /yes/ he really wants to have sex and /no/ he doesn’t need a safe word and trusts eddie to stop when he says and /yes/ he’s really thought about it and is sure he’s ready.

it’s kind of sweet, how eddie thinks his dick is going to rewire steve’s dna.

it’s kind of annoying because it’s stopping eddie from giving steve what he wants.

eddie thinks he knows better, even though steve frankly states that he doesn’t need to be treated like a delicate flower. but eddie sees steve as an eager puppy, and he’s scared of being lennie—too eager with his love and too rough—he doesn’t want to break him. so he insists that their first time steve be on top so he can control the pace.

and even though steve wants to persuade eddie to throw him around and pound him into the mattress, he realizes that a cool, level-headed eddie won’t be swayed by his pouting. so he lets eddie think he’s on board with his plan—that he’ll be content being treated like some fragile porcelain doll.

he let’s eddie go as slow as he wants—let’s him cover every inch of his skin from his head to the soles of his feet with soft kisses and whisper-soft touches.

steve doesn’t put up a fight when eddie pulls them up—trades places so that he lies with his back on the bed and steve’s hovering above him. he doesn’t give himself away just yet—knows that even though eddie’s eager it’s not the right moment. not yet.

he sinks himself down as far as he can on eddie’s cock—which isn’t far, because eddie’s fist gripped around his dick prevents steve from taking more.

he tries not to throw a fit—can’t stop a little whine from escaping but lets eddie believe that it’s because he’s overwhelmed by the feeling of something inside him for the first time. it does feel great, but steve wants /more/. he gives eddie a reassuring nod and tells him he’s okay to take more—reminds him that steve was supposed to be controlling the pace.

eddie cautiously removes his hand and places it lightly on steve’s hips instead—like he still isn’t sure steve won’t impale himself on eddie’s length in one go. he knows steve well.

but steve’s got bigger plans, so he plays nice. eases himself up and down on eddie’s cock ever so slowly, taking a tiny bit more each time. he really makes a meal out of it, putting on a show for eddie until he’s bottomed out.

steve sits there for a moment—let’s eddie stroke up his sides and rub his back and shower him with praise. he does like that, but it’s not enough.

when he can’t wait anymore, he starts riding eddie—slow at first, gradually building up his pace. still moving, he puts one hand flat along his tummy, just below his belly button. looking at eddie with wide eyes he says, “i can feel you, right here. look—i can see you moving inside me.”

eddie’s grip on his control starts to slip—steve’s careful not to smirk when eddie starts raising his hips up mindlessly to meet steve.

steve doesn’t hold back his moans, hoping they’ll spur eddie on. eddie’s looking up at him slack-jawed and starry-eyed and steve knows it’s time.

he stops moving his hips—sits firmly so eddie’s are pinned to the mattress—and leans forward to kiss eddie. when he breaks away, breathless, steve tilts his head up so he can whisper in eddie’s ear.

“you love this pussy, don’t you?” his tone dark and silky.

eddie groans. “jesus christ, steve.”

steve pushes on, “is this your pussy?” he bites back the /daddy/ rolling around at the tip of his tongue; doesn’t want to use all his ammunition at once. he reaches for eddie’s hand—takes it in his own and guides his fingers to where their bodies meet. he rubs eddie’s fingers—tangled in his own—where his skin is stretched around eddie’s cock.

“yeah,” eddie says on an exhale. “it’s mine. belongs to me.”

“are you going to treat it good?” steve delivers his line with an air of innocence—like he’s not about to spring a trap. he feels eddie’s hips pushing up in little aborted thrusts underneath him.

“yeah,” eddie says. “gonna treat your—“

“your,” steve corrects. eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. when he looks at steve again, steve suddenly remembers a story he’d read as a kid—a tale of a patient bunny who’d outwitted the wolf chasing it.

“stupid bunny,” steve thinks, entranced by the hunger in eddie’s dark eyes, “to not want to be pinned down and ravaged by the wolf.”

“gonna treat my pussy so good, baby.” eddie moves his finger along slick wetness—sliding against his own length and teasing at steve’s hole—pushing just barely in along side it.

steve lets his head fall back as he groans. he needed to move quick—play his final hand before eddie gets distracted.

“prove it,” steve says, looking back down at him. “show me how much you mean it. show my pussy who owns it.”

in an instant, the room is spinning and steve finds himself flat on his back. before he can even register that it’s the ceiling he’s staring up at, eddie’s pounding into him without restraint. steve can’t get enough air to moan—forced out of steve’s lungs each time eddie’s hips slam up against his ass.

eddie pushes steve’s left leg up—slotting his hand behind the knee. a moment later he does the same with the right. not slowing down, he leans forward—pushes both of steve’s legs until his knees are touching his own shoulders.

tears spring to steve’s eyes as eddie’s cock sinks impossibly deeper. steve stares up at him, mouthing wordlessly.

“i’m sorry baby,” eddie kissed away a tear, thrusting in harder. “this is what you asked for. gotta treat my pussy right—gotta make sure it knows who it belongs to.

“you,” steve manages to squeak out.

“that’s right,” eddie coos. “this pretty little pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it baby?”

steve nods. “i’m- eddie i’m gonna-“ he pants, trying to force the words out.

“it’s okay,” eddie moves his hands—adjusts himself so his shoulders pin steve’s legs in place, leaving his hands free to reach around and stroke steve’s sweaty, tear stained face. “i got you, sweetheart. just let go. let daddy make his pussy feel good.”

heat pools low in steve’s gut—it felt like his entire existence narrowed down to his core. his orgasm his him full force—crossing his eyes and making his whole body tense and push up against the firm hold eddie had over him. nowhere else to go, steve falls back limp against the bed, guttural groans—broken and staccato—sticking in the back of his throat.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” eddie babbles, looking down at steve like he’s never seen anything quite as wonderful. And then he thrusts hard—a forceful final push—as he fills steve with his cum.

he stares down at steve, watching the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest as eddie slowly rocked his hips against him; moving on auto-pilot while his brain slowly reconnected to the rest of his body.

when steve’s breathing slowed down and he opened his eyes, he smiled up at eddie, looking every bit the cat that got the cream.

“you know,” eddie said, pulling out and admiring the slow slide of his cum spilling out of steve’s cunt. “there’s a word for people like you.”

“resourceful?” steve asked; his faux-innocence not quite as believable now.

“a fucking brat.” eddie retorted.

“pretty sure that’s three words,” steve pointed out.

“oh my god,” eddie looked up at the ceiling like he was appealing to some higher power. “you know if you act like a brat, i’ll show you how brats get treated. you might not like the consequences.”

“what’re you gonna do? spank me?” steve asked eagerly.

“nah, you’d like that too much. i think withholding would be a better punishment for you. maybe i’ll tie you up and watch me jerk off. let you squirm and cry when you realize you won’t be getting my cock.”

“noooo,” steve whined, as if his imagination wasn’t already running wild picturing it. he was pretty confident he could eddie to give him both—he just had to play his cards right.

“i’ll be good for you, daddy.” he batted his eyelashes and watched eddie practically melt in front of him. “promise.”

it was the best lie he ever told.

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Can you write about Fionna, seeing the Simon petrikov of her world?

"Woah, wait what? There's a university nearby? Since when?"

Marshall shrugs. "Since forever?"

Gary blinks. "Marshall, you graduated from college?"

Marshall smacks him on the arm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Gary smiles as charmingly as he can. "Well, I mean... With your lifestyle..."

"I seem like an uneducated boor?" Marshall grins with just a hint of menace. "And you would be right. I never graduated. Mom made me take a bunch of business classes that I hated with every fiber of my being. So I dropped out."

Fionna blinks. "How come I never knew this about you? We've been friends since... since..."

Actually, if Fionna tries to think about when they became friends, her memories get a little foggy. Marshall crosses his eyes as if experiencing the same thing. This must be one of the side effects of their world technically being only 12 years old and at the same time much much older than that. Fionna is not 12 years old but neither can she concentrate on anything that happened before 12 years ago. It's... just a little unsettling, if she thought about it for long enough.

So, she does the tried and true method of simply not thinking about it too much. In the same way, she won't think about how it's completely novel to learn about nearby cities as if other cities didn't exist until very recently, like maybe even right now. It's whatever. She's learning about it now, and that's that.

"I... do remember..." Marshall murmurs softly, as if tugging on a particularly stubborn weed. "I snuck in an elective that Mom would have hated. It was about like Mothman and the Loch Ness monster."

"They teach you that in college??" Fionna gasps, her eyes going starry.

"Eh... It wasn't specifically about them but it was about folk lores and folk songs in general. I really loved the professor that taught it. She described like cryptids and encounters of the third kind in this really poetic, almost romantic way. It was kinda weird and like really cool at the same time. What was her name? Petrikov? Petrova? Petri-something..."

Everything in Fionna stops. She can no longer hear Marshall speaking. Because there's no way. There's no way!! Nothing outside of this city - which she knows like the back of her hand - has existed until literally someone "remembers" it exists. Their world is balancing on the knife's edge of already born and currently being made. And now there's a Petrikov here? What? WHAT?!?

Gary gently taps her arm. "Um, Fionna? You in there?"

Fionna grabs Marshall by the front of his shirt. "You have to introduce me to... her? Professor Petrikov is a woman??"

Marshall squints at her, looking markedly more intent. "Yeah. She is."

Fionna should probably note the terrible emphasis in Marshall's tone just now. But her mind is whirling with implications. Simon is here? She has a Simon in her world? A Simon specifically for this world? Holy schmazow.

Gary tilts his head, observing his boyfriend in a way that Fionna is simply unequipped to presently.

"You're... protective of her. That's kinda sweet."

As always, when faced with evidence of his sentiment, Marshall curls into himself, shrugging it off as casually as he can. "I mean, it's just you know... She's a really great professor. I learned a lot from her."

Then as if rousing himself from sleep, a certain awareness enters his eyes. Fionna catches that and wonders if a new part of their world - their shared lore - was just made.

"Yeah, actually you know what... The semester that I took her class, that's when I started playing around with songwriting. She inspired me to look into poetry more. And after her class ended, I dropped out." Marshall nods to himself, kicking back with that patented bad boy smirk. "I've been a vagabond ever since."

Gary rolls his eyes at him. "Some vagabond you are, crashing on my couch."

Marshall winks at him. "You'd be lonely."

Fionna raises a hand. "Let's get back to Professor Petrikov. Can you like introduce us?"

Marshall turn, losing some of his sass as he focuses on her. "I mean yeah. I've been meaning to visit."

Fionna feels her smile stretch so wide, her cheeks begin to hurt. "Road trip!!!"

[sataniquepanique]

New York, I Love You.

Summary: Eddie plans a trip to NYC for your anniversary, but becomes distant once you land in the city that never sleeps. You know he's hiding something, but you're not sure what.

Genre: fluff, angst, older!Eddie

Warnings: mention of depression/intrusive thoughts

A/N: I'm getting married in 2 weeks (fucking yikes), so I wrote something based on my fiancé's actual proposal to take my mind off of planning shit for two fucking seconds.

“Have you heard about the theory that Van Gogh didn’t actually kill himself?” You chime, looking over the museum map, eagerly tracing an invisible tour path through the winding galleries.

“You’ve only told me about it a million times over the past seven years,” Eddie chuckles as he stares down the entranceway of the Museum of Modern Art. The two of you look incredibly out of place; stark white walls, juxtaposed with tattoos and leather. The soft squeak of your Docs reverberate through the winding hallway, adding to the anxiety that’s been building since stepping foot in New York City two days ago. Something was off with Eddie, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. It started at the airport, he had stopped talking after getting to the gate; chalking it up to nerves about flying, you ignored it. The first day in the city was the same, barely any conversation unless you initiated it, and even less physical affection on his part. Maybe he was still tired from the trip, or maybe he just hated the city? A third reason rears its ugly head and starts to burrow deep inside your conscious; maybe he was getting tired of you. After seven years of being together, of cohabitating in a small apartment outside of Hawkins, of two cats and a dog later, maybe the love of your life was pushing away. 

A hand on the small of your back snaps your attention back to the map. The 1880-1940’s collection is on the 5th floor, allowing you to traverse through the rest of the museum before seeing the one piece this entire trip was centered around.

———

New York City was actually Eddie’s idea, though it doesn’t seem so from his current disconnected behavior. A few months prior he had bounded into the living room, smiling like he had just won the lottery.

“Baby,” he sang in his best, most innocent voice, “how would you feel about going to New York City in July?” 

Your head slowly rose from the book you were buried in. His particular tone was usually only reserved for when he was already in trouble, or plotting something mischievous. 

“What’s your angle, Munson?” Shifting forward on the couch, your eyes narrow in suspicion.

Hand over heart, he looks at you with faux offense, “How dare you think so little of me. I just think we should do something cool for our anniversary this year.”

All your wariness fades to glowing endearment.

“Oh Eds, that’d be amazing! Of course I’d love to go to New York!” 

His face relaxes as he huffs out a relieved breath, “Oh thank god, ‘cause I already bought plane tickets—“

You smile at him, impressed that he had actually planned something ahead of time instead of waiting until the last minute like usual. You’ve been together almost 7 years, and as time went on celebrating your anniversary became less and less theatrical, now consisting of take-out from your favorite Chinese place and a movie of unanimous choosing. Low-key, comfortable, but still full of love, just like you and Eddie.

“—and I also reserved two tickets for the Museum of Modern Art.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head, “That’s where—“

“—Starry Night is. I know, that’s why I’m taking you there.” He flops down onto the couch, throwing a casual arm around your shoulders as you melt into him.

For your entire life, or at least as long as you can remember, Van Gogh has been your favorite artist. Doing master-copies of his paintings in high school, trying to hard to get his technique just right, obsessing over his use of color to convey emotion. In college you majored in Art History, specializing in Post-Impressionism, spending long nights pouring over books about Vincent’s life and background. As much as you love his work, his story made him that much more intriguing. How a man struggled with such a tragic life and still managed to see the beauty in the world was nothing less than astounding. 

You’ve seen a few of Van Gogh’s pieces in person at museums in the tri-state area, but you haven’t traveled much further. Money’s been tight ever since you and Eddie moved in together a few years ago, but you’ve always had the bug, itching to go far away and see the world with all it has to offer. Eddie shares the same desire, always talking about dream trips and planning fake vacations, waiting for the day you can make them a reality. 

“Eddie, where did you get the money for this?” The thought of possibly spending rent money on plane tickets makes you panic, but he’s is quick to shrug it away.

“I picked up some extra shifts at the shop, we’re fine don’t worry.”

———

Eddie is usually very physically affectionate, constantly having a hold somewhere on your body; but through 4 floors of galleries he hasn’t so much as touched your hand. The lack of contact is all you can think about, barely able to take in any of the artwork you’ve traveled all this way to see. As you make your way to the 5th floor, Eddie trudges behind silently. The awkward tension is killing you, and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

Turning into the 1880s gallery, a small crowd of people gather around the far corner. A glimpse of familiar cerulean and marigold swirls, the same brushstrokes you’ve studied for years, peaks over the top of their heads. You swiftly push to the front, and all of the air is crushed from your lungs. 

It’s other-worldly. 

Every photo you’ve ever seen of The Starry Night doesn’t do it justice, not even remotely. The peaks of paint that dot the surface of the canvas, the brightness of each color, none of it can be properly depicted on the pages of a textbook. After so many years of studying this painting, seeing it in the flesh is almost like seeing an old friend. There’s a calmness in it, admiration mixed with giddiness.

You’re close to tears as you feel Eddie’s presence beside you.

“It’s amazing…” his voice is low, partly because of the subdued setting, but also in awe.

All you can muster is a nod as your eyes drag over every inch of the painting, committing it to memory. 

You have to practically rip yourself away, buzzing from the entire experience. 

Eddie waits by the entranceway with his hands in his front pockets, “Do you wanna go get dinner? I’m starving.”

“Sure,” still unnerved by his demeanor, your tone is stoic and emotionless, “Where do you wanna go?”

He scratches the back of his neck, something only done when he’s uncomfortable, “Uh, there’s this pub across 52nd if that’s cool?”

An audible stomach growl answers for you.

Eddie keeps a few feet of distance between your bodies, weaving through groups of people on the crowded sidewalk. You’ve never seen this many people in your life, even at college in Indianapolis. Growing up in Indiana, your hometown was so small that everyone knew each other, same with Eddie’s upbringing in Hawkins. City life always intrigued you, and up until this moment you had thought of Indianapolis as a “big city”; but it was nothing compared to New York. After high school you moved away to college to study art, choosing Indiana University for its busier atmosphere. 

A month after graduating with your BFA, you met Eddie by accident. Moving back home to live with your parents was the last thing you wanted, but finding a good paying job was proving to be more difficult than anticipated. 

Depression started to sink it’s disgusting claws into your psyche; you felt like a failure. 

One night, in a valiant attempt to bring some joy back into your life, your best friend dragged you to a bar in the next town over; the promise of live music and alcohol extremely enticing. Hawkins wasn’t known for much, except for the weird rumors about mysterious disappearances over the years, so you weren’t expecting much from this hole-in-the-wall bar. The Hideout was kind of gross, but in an almost endearing way. The floors were sticky and the air almost unbreathable, but the staff was kind, despite their rough appearances. The bartender chatted the two of you up for while, making jokes and letting you sample whatever beer you wanted to try, all while some metal band played on the rickety stage in the back. 

A little before midnight, the band had packed up and the crowd inside thinned out to just regulars and a few drunk stragglers. As you sat at the bar and waited for your friend to get back from the bathroom, a stranger sat next to you and ordered a beer, greeting the bartender like an old friend. After exchanging a few light-hearted jabs, the stranger smiled and looked over at you. 

“Cheers—“ he holds out the neck of the bottle towards you.

Taken aback by his boldness, you return a small grin, “Cheers to what?” 

He shrugs, sucking his teeth in thought for a second, “To metal? To surviving another gig? I dunno.”

The guitar pick around his neck catches your eye, “Was that your band playing earlier?”

He gives a shy nod, smile stretching wider and accentuating a dimple on his left cheek.

“You guys sounded really good,” You hold out your own bottle towards him.

“I’ll cheers to that,” he taps against yours, a small clink echoing in the almost empty bar. 

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Eddie.” Normally, you would rather die than talk to a random person at a bar, but there was something about this boy that drew you in. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was how ethereal he looked under the neon bar signs, either way you were captivated.

You stayed at the Hideout longer than intended, long after your friend had decided to go home. Eddie made you laugh with stupid jokes and weird stories, sharing your mutual love of horror movies and fantasy books. You were so enthralled that you hadn’t even noticed it was closing time. Apologizing to the bartender, you asked to use their phone to call a cab. Eddie immediately offered to drive you home, promising he wasn’t a serial killer when you profusely questioned him. 

The drive was filled with loud music and scream-singing on both of your parts, Eddie drumming on the steering wheel to the beat as you headbanged beside him. When he pulled up at your parents house, you quickly pulled a pen out of your bag, scribbling your phone number onto his forearm. He winked before driving away, having stayed a few extra minutes to make sure you got inside safely. Every thought for the rest of the night was consumed by Eddie; something was tying you to him, and you wanted to follow that invisible tether all the way to the end.

———

The 52nd Street pub was empty, something that was shocking upon entry, but you were nonetheless a little grateful for it. The quiet was a welcome change from the overwhelming sounds of New York, a small corner of solitude in the center of the city that never sleeps. Welcome almost as much, are the beers that you and Eddie down immediately. 

Though he normally cannot stop talking, Eddie is being uncharacteristically mute. You have to practically drag out any bit of conversation, forcing small talk until the food arrives and you can focus on that instead. 

After a silent meal, the portly older waiter drops off your check and strikes up a conversation with Eddie about your trip and why you were visiting. Eddie put on his polite voice, smiling and laughing along with man’s questions. This stranger was receiving more from him than you had in days. 

The nagging voice in your head struck up again: he’s tired of you.

You stopped paying attention to Eddie’s side-conversation as annoyance consumed you. There was an emerging throb in your head, the physical pain matching the emotional hurt of Eddie’s complete disdain towards you. At this point, all you wanted was to go home.

The sun was setting as you walk out onto the corner of 52nd, and you squint down the street searching for a cab. 

“Hey—“ Eddie smiled at you for what seems like the first time all day, “—wanna go to Central Park?” He points down the street, and you can make out the tops of the trees seven blocks away. 

You shake your head, “I’m really tired, and my head is killing me. I’d rather just go back to the hotel honestly.” 

Eddie’s face falls a little, and you feel slightly guilty, but then remember how uninterested he was all day. 

Again, he glances towards the park, “Are you sure? It’s just a few blocks away—“

“No, Eddie. I just want to go back to the room.” Your voice was stern, annoyed that he only now wanted to spend time with you. A yellow cab crested over the next block, and you raise a hand to get the drivers attention.

“I would rather share one lifetime with you—“ Eddie mumbles behind you. Only half listening, you swear he’s grumbling about not being able to go to the park, and it sets off a rage flare.

“—What?” You snap your head around to face him, eyes narrow and angry, bracing yourself for an argument.

He’s standing a few feet away, one hand in his pocket, the other holding up a diamond ring. Your lungs constrict, an audible gasp escaping as you stare at him wide-eyed. He grins sheepishly as you freeze in place.

“Eddie…what?” 

“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone,” He repeats, returning your stare with his soft brown eyes. 

“…are you seriously quoting Lord of the Rings to me right now?” You laugh, all tension leaving your body. 

“Did you expect anything less from me?” His deep eyes search yours, silencing the menacing voice in your head, “Marry me, Y/n. I love you more than anything—“

“—more than Gollum loves his precious?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and snorts, “Obviously, you fucking nerd.” 

Scoffing dramatically, you smile and take the ring from his outstretched hand, sliding it onto your finger. 

“Of course I’ll marry you, Eddie Munson. I thought you’d never ask.” 

Finally, after days of anxiety and frustration, he kisses you, smiling the entire time. You can almost physically feel the stress leave his body as you hold onto him.

Pulling back you grab his hand, interlocking your fingers, “Is this why you’ve been acting weird?”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I was super nervous. I honestly planned on doing it in front of The Starry Night, but I freaked out when I saw how many people were around.”

Your heart soars at the sentiment, and you look down at your hand in his, the little diamond sparkling in the fading sunlight. 

[rabbitenn]

Hello!! Thank you so much for your hard work with every request! Your writing is amazing ♥ I've been meaning to send a request myself and I finally got the guts to do it (but on anon, I'm still shy lol). I was wondering if I could request something about Iori with a reader that's a voice instructor for i7 and Gaku with a reader that's a hairstylist? Headcanons or whatever you want it to be, that's up to you!! Thank you and it's ok if my request is too specific and you need to decline it!! xoxo ♥

MY BACKSTAGE DARLING.

In between performances yet to begin, you are his brightest star.

ft. Izumi Iori, Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello dear nonnie and thank you so very much for your kind words, I’m very happy you enjoy my writing <3 I’m glad you decided to send a request too (I get being shy, so feel free to interact/request on anon as much as you want !). I apologize that this took to long, but I still hope the fic is to your tastes. I went with scenarios for this one, I thought your idea suited this format, I hope you like it !

♡ IZUMI IORI

Iori knows his vocals are good enough, so why does he find himself staying overtime with IDOLiSH7’s voice instructor, he is not sure.

Well, in reality, if he were to face his true feelings, he does know the reason.

The youngest Izumi brother lets out a sigh, the exhaustion of a full day of practise starting to catch up to him.

Just a little longer.

He can still keep singing, if it means he’ll get to spend a few more minutes with you.

And he knows, he knows he’s being a tad bit unreasonable.

After all, it was always him who warned Riku to take care when the latter acted impulsively.

“Iori.”

Your sweet voice cuts through his murky thoughts, akin to a window opening to sunset skies, smoke dissipating from the confined room of his mind, as thick fog is pierced by sunlight.

The idol is quick to compose himself, clearing his throat at the time he asks:

“Yes, [last name]-sensei?”

You let out an airy chuckle, he always did have that habit of using honorifics with you.

“Just [Y/n] will do, we’re practically the same age.” You explain, giving him a soft smile.

The rosy hues the sky dyes in when you illuminate it with your light, mirror on his cheeks at your statement.

You were so good at what you did, that he sometimes forgot you hadn’t even graduated high school yet.

But then again, the same could be said for him, becoming an idol and helping with his group’s management.

“Right.” His midnight gaze averts to the side, as he tries your name on his tongue. “[Y-y/n].” He stammers, the color on his cheeks increasing in intensity.

A soft giggle leaves your lips.

“Were you thinking of staying for extra practise?” You inquire, sitting next to him, unaware of the effect that has on him.

Letting out a cough, he nods.

No, this won’t do. He has to pull himself together.

“That’s right.” He replies, expression serious.

The idol tries to keep his tone even, wishing the wild beat of his heart doesn’t betray his coolness.

“Hmm…” You ponder for a moment. “Your vocals today were perfect, as they always are.” You hold your chin in between your fingers, thinking. “So, I believe there is only one more assignment I can give you for the day.”

Indigo starlight swims in Iori’s eyes upon hearing that, the shine of his starry gaze betraying his composure.

“And that is, to rest.” You tell him, eyes fixated on his, as you put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, the vocal cords are… similar to another muscle of the body. You can’t forever keep it tense, or moving. It needs rest, to let all the hard work of the day sink in.” You lean back, your hands supporting you as you close your eyes briefly. “If you overdo it, you could very well be throwing away all the effort you put in with an injury.” You stand up from your sitting position, crouching before him. “So, no more work for today.” You order, flicking Iori’s forehead.

“But, I-“

“No management tasks either.” You point out, with a wink.

The idol’s eyes widen, to which you are quick to offer:

“My lips are sealed, don’t worry.” As you bring your index finger to them.

Iori’s shoulders slump.

His chance to spend more time with you has been shattered, unknowingly, by the one he loves.

Then, a sweet scent fills the room.

“Why don’t I share these cute snacks with you?” You suggest, showing him a bag of bunny shaped candies. “I got them this morning on my way here, and they were selling two bags for the price of one. Mind joining me?”

The sparkle returns to Iori’s eyes.

He’s too quick to accept the offer, causing for him to stumble a little over his words when he tries to regain poise.

But in this moment, he couldn’t care less if his emotions are shown.

Not when a silver lining presents before him in the form of your hand extended towards him.

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

He simply can’t resist you.

No matter how tired he is, your tender touches always manage to calm him down; a gentle prairie, held in the moment when daybreak approaches, a sliver of moon overseeing the impending sunrise.

It’s become usual too, since you came along, that every time he sits on a chair, his starlit locks twirl around your fingers.

Like right now, soft hums leaving his lips, as you gently sing one of his group’s songs.

To Gaku, it sounds perfect in your voice.

But then again, anything you do always feels that way to him.

He lets you decorate his hair in pink ribbons, after all; and he didn’t complain when you got him a whole set of hair care products, shampoos and conditioners because “Gaku, you’re a famous idol, you can’t keep using the first all in one soap you find. Not on my watch!”

Your pout as you scandalized over his choice of products was certainly adorable.

He chuckles now.

“Gaku, did I tickle you?” You ask, a smile palpable on your tone.

He turns around, the sight of you with hairbrush in hand as you are genuinely concerned about whether you made him uncomfortable, eliciting a tender smile to match his lovestruck gaze.

“Not at all, my dear.” Steely eyes flutter closed in a constellation rendered in twilight; in his view, you were radiant.

You give him a giggle, patting his head softly.

“You are sweet.” You utter, as you put down the hairbrush, slumping on a chair next to his.

It’s certainly been a long day at the studio today, with so many idols and actors appearing on the variety show, you’ve barely had time to rest at all.

But of course, you would have never missed the chance to do your boyfriend’s hair.

And obviously, you were not going to half-ass it.

He’s going live with the rest of TRIGGER in a few minutes, and truth be told, to you, he’s never looked as handsome as he does now.

You mentally pat yourself on the back a little for that; even if you are aware that nothing could really mask your lover’s beauty, you are glad you managed to do a good job.

Gaku stands up, walking towards you and placing a delicate kiss atop your head.

Your tired gaze meets his; kaleidoscopes dance in his stare with the first beams of moonlight filtering through the window.

“You guys are up soon.” You mumble, tucking a flyaway curl behind his ear.

TRIGGER’s leader catches your hand, as he leans against your touch. You were his good luck charm, after all.

“I know.” He whispers, as he brushes his lips over your palm.

You can feel the temperature on your face rising up at his display of affection; a thousand fiery butterflies to ignite in shades of passion a crescent moonlit night.

“I’ll be watching.” You reply, with a fleeting kiss to the corner of his lips. “See you backstage afterwards.” You muse, with a last gentle squeeze to his hand, before walking away.

He smiles.

Backstage was really your regular meeting spot lately.

He’ll have to take you on a proper date soon, he thinks, as he meets with his two groupmates.

[devilfic]

hi!!! it’s not very original but i’ve a request for a steve, rivals to lovers kind of scenario dhahdhs the idea of him constantly being shown up by a cool mc when he canonically cannot win fights is fucking funny to me

❝rival coworkers to lovers with steve harrington❞

pairing: steve harrington x coworker!gn!reader. cw: fluff, rivals to lovers, coworkers, workplace romance, steve is steveing. words: 1.9k.

I just think it would be SO funny if steve started a feud with you for employee of the month

it starts when steve realizes he needs a second source of income when his sweet ride starts breaking down on him and his parents decide that now is the right time to teach him some personal responsibility

robin as his best friend Obviously would find places to apply with him but between graduating and entering her hot lesbian summer era, she’s just gotta pat him on the cheek and wish him luck

there aren’t a lot of great options in hawkins, and since the mall got destroyed, he’s gotta scour smaller shops for places to work

but try as he might, his world-renowned Harrington Charm isn’t enough to land him a position (or at least not one that’ll pay for the repairs he needs on his car before he’s 30)

and it’s just as he’s starting to give up, spirit almost completely broken, that a lady in a boutique flags him down for how easy he is on the eyes

talking to him for like five minutes gives her all the reason she needs to practically shove an application into his hands for the new sales position at the boutique

the boutique for… clothes. women’s clothing. women’s underclothing

it’s a lingerie shop

it serves the ladies of hawkins and steve has to ask why he got hired instead of someone like. nancy or something

and all he gets back is “a compliment from a looker like yourself goes a long way in business, sweetheart”

and I mean. between folding stacks of lingerie and ringing up every hottie within a 10 mile radius… how could he resist :)

his main job is standing around and offering uncertain customers that little nudge to hand over the money

“that color is stunning, but you blondes can pull off anything. oh, you’re actually a natural brunette? I could’ve sworn with the way the light hits you… maybe you’re just this radiant all the time?”

“you really don’t wanna get that top? listen, I know the cut is a little *makes vague gestures* out of your comfort zone, but take it from a guy… it’ll drive your husband wild”

“oh, please diane. it’s your retirement! get a trip to the bahamas, drink a sex on the beach, treat yourself to something nice and get that set. you know you want to~”

god he’s INSUFFERABLY good at it

he’s just so personable and always knows just how much to push it

he’s also got a surprisingly good eye for fashion

he knows what colors suit warm and cool tones, what kind of cup style is most comfortable, how to pick flattering clothes for every body type

whenever robin visits and sees him in action she gets all starry-eyed at all the hot mamas that STEVE of all people gets to hang around

her poor gay heart is overwhelmed

she even begs him to get her a job at the store, any job at all. she’d mop walls and change doorknobs if it meant she could scope out cute ladies for a few hours a week

but steve wouldn’t let her work there anyway, even if it did mean he’d make employee of the month by default

he probably would be employee of the month by now too… if it wasn’t for you

you, who was in his graduating class and would have given a speech for valedictorian if you hadn’t gotten caught in a senior prank two weeks before the ceremony

you, who has been working at the store an entire year longer than he has

you, who could secure any sale without even trying

you, who, despite welcoming him with open arms on his first day, reminiscing about hawkins high even though you two had never had a full conversation a day in your lives, had this strange look in your eyes that steve just couldn’t shake

it was always there, teetering beneath your fluttering eyelashes as you did inventory

as you tidied the dressing rooms

as you lingered at the register, fingers tapping out an unnerving rhythm while you followed him around on the floor with your gaze

it took him his first shared shift with you to realize exactly what it was

"I don’t know, diane,” you’d whisper, slithering between the two of them with that knowing look on your face, “steve’s right about everything except the color; it won’t be nearly as sexy on you as the teal one. sex on the beach should be colorful, no? I mean the drink, of course. what do you think?”

and just like that, you swoop diane right off her feet and steal his entire sale within less than a minute

because you’re evil. you’re the devil. you’re employee of the month.

and goddamn it, steve harrington doesn’t have a lot going on for himself right now but being employee of the month at lace and vice™️ NEEDS to be one of them

and robin thinks this is the funniest shit she’s ever heard. she also suggests you two should just suck it up and suck face to get it over with

steve: I would NEVER suck their face. if and I said IF... I were ever going to do that—which I wouldn’t!—it would only be to take their breath away... in a murderous way, I mean. not like in a “I like them” way. cause I don’t. I don’t like them.

robin: I Know What You Are O.o

it sounds pathetic when he’s working a shift with her at family video because why wouldn’t it. it’s just another minimum wage job. no one their age would care this much. SHOULD care this much

steve usually wouldn’t care at all

he’s never cared about being a model employee at family video. hell, he didn’t even care about it at scoops ahoy

but every time you give him that smug little look, he cares just that little bit more

he sounds insane every time he tries to explain it to robin (and god forbid dustin when he dares to ask why steve looks so mopey all the time) but it’s like you’re deliberately targeting his ego. you know he preens like a peacock in a talent show every time someone falls for his charm

so the fact that his best bet, the one that got him this job in the first place, is under threat from you has his pretty little feathers all ruffled

after a few weeks of staying silent, he tries befriending you to see if that might help, turning his weapon on you

he calls you pet names that would make any one else in hawkins weak in the knees, holds the door for you when he times you coming in for your shift just right, turns that signature Harrington Charm up to 11

but you give him this knowing smile and throw it right back at him

(which, not gonna lie, it’s been a while since someone has made him blush like this and it’s really killing his reputation)

he then tries to ignore you, but the way you deliberately intercept his sales makes it damn near impossible

you’re always right around the corner, always hovering nearby

even when you’re not there, he feels like you are

in his head, making him nervous, thinking every voice with the same pitch might be yours

robin had taken to saying your name on their shared shifts just so that he’d fuck up whatever he was doing for shits and giggles

he even tried going against you head-to-head, but without fail, you beat him every single time

and if he didn’t think it was actually kinda hot he’d be way more pissed than he actually is

eventually, the tension grows so thick that steve thinks he might actually boil himself alive from the inside out

he’s seething with rage! inconsolable! hell hath no fury like a steven scorned-

and then the sweet young lady clutching a bralette to her chest for dear life between the two of you whispers, barely audibly, “do you guys need a minute?”

steve had completely forgotten he was supposed to be making a sale because you’d swooped in with your stupid pretty eyes and your stupid sultry voice and your stupid little grin and made him look like a whiny, blubbering fool. he was still red in the face with the mirror staring back at him

so he does what he should’ve done months ago. he grabs you by the arm and drags you to the break room for a “chat”

“alright, WHAT is your goddamn problem with me? I’ve tried to be nice to you, I’ve tried to give you your space… clearly you have some agenda against me, so what is it? was it my friends? we were assholes in high school, sure, but I’ve changed! I left that crowd years ago. and I’m sorry if I swept in and tried to steal your thunder, but I need this job to get out of this town one day and I’d really appreciate it if you’d just tell me what the deal is”

and for the first time in all the time he’s known you, you actually look… shocked. confused, even, “are… sorry, did I get the signals mixed up? were we not flirting with each other this whole time?”

steve… uh… well

he doesn’t know what to do with that

you look completely sincere

what the fuck

he would’ve said “no” but he’s so embarrassed that he starts to question himself

had he been flirting with you this whole time? more importantly, had you been flirting with him this whole time? was it some unconscious crush masking itself as envy? had he been so focused on your perceived villainy that he hadn’t considered, for even a moment, that you weren’t playing along?

he kinda blabbers a bit, struggling to voice his predicament, “well, I… I mean I thought that you hated me”

you blink, “where in the world did you get that idea?”

“you just seemed like you liked bullying me. stealing my customers and stuff. looking all… smug”

you kind of deflate and it’s unfortunately quite adorable now that steve isn’t blinded by senseless hatred anymore. your frown is the first time he’s seen you look so dejected, “I just thought... I mean, I used to see you flirting the same way with robin at scoops ahoy so I thought that maybe you liked that, you know? since you had a massive crush on her”

“it wasn’t that big of a crush-”

“and then she turned you down so i thought that maybe I might have a chance-”

“she didn’t turn me down, there was a- we mutually turned each other down-”

“but I don’t hate you, steve, honest. I really, really like you actually. I didn’t mean to freak you out”

and then you hold out your hand, the most timid he’s ever seen you do anything, as you ask for a truce

his hand meets yours in a gentle grasp

but all he can think to ask is “I don’t have a type, do I?”

you giggle, “what, people who are completely out of your league?”

had you made that same joke a week ago, steve Might have even been a little upset

but as he slowly processes your confession, his burned ego is immediately soothed

I mean, it was one thing to be bullied by you because you didn’t like him

it was a whole other thing if you actually did have feelings for him

mans isn’t above a little humiliation

“I resent that, but also you... definitely fit the bill, so you might be onto something”

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[windwheeler-aster]

stargazing

summary: with news of aquila being spotted in a starry sky near you, your friend childe and you quickly find a night to stargaze together. however, while you’re trying your best to stay warm and look for that damned constellation, childe’s eyes seem to be on something else. or rather, someone else...

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pairing: childe x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader and childe are friends, and reader is not traveler

word count: 854 words (3 mins~)

genre: romance, friends to lovers, fluff

format: one shot

warnings: brief descriptions of making out and things escalating quickly

a/n: no you don’t understand the CHOKEHOLD this fic idea had on me when i thought of it. i wrote it in one sitting (which explains its quality) and have not stopped thinking about this idea (/trope) since then... oh well💖

"Is the blanket really necessary?” He teased you.

You brought the warm blanket closer around you, as though wrapping a protective shawl around yourself; intent on deflecting Childe’s teasing. And also the night’s frost, which seemed to have no effect on your friend.

“Well, some of us are warm blooded,” you retorted in a half-bitter and half-sleepy tone, “and some of us also get really cold, really easily. So, yes, the blanket is necessary.”

Childe looked over at you, the night’s stars reflecting back in his blue eyes. His eyes seemed to be on some aimless search, darting from one corner of your face to another, as Childe’s lips parted. There was no doubt he didn’t not see your own eyes dart to the subtle gap between his seemingly-perfect lips. But, in a rare act of kindness, Childe made no indication of it.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” you asked him. “It was your idea to look at the stars, dumb dumb.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like that!” you said, accusingly, as you saw that lopsided grin takeover his face.

“You just…” his mouth parted further this time, and you noticed Childe’s hand reach out to you. But some invisible force acted upon him, and the ginger retracted into himself. He shifted his gaze to the night’s sky and shook his head. “Nevermind.”

“Oh, so now you’re interested in the stars—”

“Hey, look! Aquila, right there— dead center, you can’t miss it.”

You tried to look for Aquila, the constellation that was the whole reason for this night of stargazing, but couldn’t find it. Seeing your confusion, Childe leaned over and pointed to the sky, gently tracing the stars. To be honest, you couldn’t remember what Aquila was supposed to look like— and Childe’s tracing didn’t help as much as you wanted it to—but you enjoyed the excuse to be closer to him.

“Oh,” you murmured, feigning a sense of realization at finding Aquila as you drew out the ‘o’.

“Do you see it now?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Childe gently leaned his head onto yours, a yawn spilling out of him as he sat beside you. “Pretty cool, right?”

“Hm,” you hummed your agreement. “When did you have the time to learn constellations?”

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I learned some,” Childe explained, “because you mentioned how nice it would be to go stargazing. And one of my siblings really loves the stars, so they were pretty happy to help me learn to recognize some constellations.”

“Oh,” you murmured. “That’s… really sweet of you to do, Childe.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what friends are for, right?” he chuckled. “Now scoot over and give me some of that blanket, I’m getting cold.”

Without verbal complaint, although there was an exaggerated eye roll directed to the ginger, you open the blanket up to him. He gently pulls it over so it covers the shoulder farthest from you. One of Childe’s hands sneaks down to your side, wherever it touches now struck ablaze, only to rub his knuckles against your own. Then, he relaxes into your side and puts his head on top of yours, sighing blissfully.

“What’s got you so happy?” you asked. “I can’t be that good of a head rest.”

Childe chuckled, now pressing his cheek into your scalp instead of his pointed chin. “I’m enjoying your company, dummy. It’s what friends do.”

You feel his knuckles shift closer to yours, again, so you dare to ask him, “Do— can friends hold hands, then?”

“Maybe. If friends are comfortable doing it, that is.”

“Well... I am.” 

You felt giddy as he intertwined his fingers with yours. It felt so right, you thought as the excitement bubbled inside you.

“Can… Can friends kiss each other, as well?” Childe tentatively asked. “Like, on the cheek or something…”

“Well, if friends are comfortable doing it. Right?” You chuckled, enjoying this much shyer side of Childe. “Which I am, by the way.”

With that, Childe slowly pulled his head off of yours. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek, just below the eye on your right side, like he suggested. His lips felt nice there, like something sweet but unfortunately too quick. 

They also felt nice on the apple of your cheek, along the brim of your nose, your other cheek, your forehead— until finally he reached your lips. But he broke away from your lips, just as quickly as the other kisses before, and parted from you.

For a moment,  you two just stared at each other. There was a bewildered, as well as guilty, expression plastered across your friend’s face. A knowing look passed between you two, the line of friendship crossed as soon as Childe’s lips pressed down onto your skin. 

But it didn’t matter, in the end, as you pulled him back in for a second round of affection beneath the stars, your heart and his swelling at the mutual reciprocation. And all you could hope for was that the stars looked over you two, a mess of sloppy kisses and giggles, as exhaustion slowly crept over you both.

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[cozyhearthyarnworks]

I'm getting close to done with my spin-up of our Pumpkin Cream colorway (hoping to show off the finished skein by the end of the week!), which means it's time to start thinking about which colorway I should spin up next! Since I've already done Beachrise and I'm finishing Pumpkin Cream now...

On the left/option one, we have Cosmic Cliffs:

From inky depths to a few starry white spots, this hand-dyed interpretation of the Cosmic Cliffs formation in the Carina Nebula was inspired by the newest space photography of the Webb Telescope. The primary tones are a deep cobalt and a warm copper, and the blending of dyes, tricks of heat and acid, and unique interactions of each fiber add exciting new undertones, highlights, and complements in every color for a truly cosmic finish.

And on the right/option two, we have Patio Lemon:

Inspired by photography from Helena Johanna (@flaneuresse), Patio Lemon collects cheer and warmth, bright light and cool shade leaves into a compact and enjoyable package. This colorway makes me think of sunny afternoons, the soft heft of a just-ripe fruit, and the anticipation of peeling open something really good.