#like I preferred more long flowy dresses... but wow this really opened my mind more. the taste

[linktoo-doodles]

marcilley

#marcille donato #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #my art #Linktoo art #that crazy poofy dress she wears changed so much of how i see poofy dresses... normally I'm not really a big fan of poofy dresses #like I preferred more long flowy dresses... but wow this really opened my mind more. the taste #that fit serves so hard... I love how her hair bandana frames her face how the wings (associated w the lion) cover her pointy ears #iconic fit

[fbfh]

“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader 

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical. 

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break. 

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’ 

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!” 

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times. 

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure. 

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed. 

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage. 

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off.  A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face. 

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile. 

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.” 

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-” 

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat. 

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand. 

~

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

 You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

~

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced. 

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!” 

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her -  was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself. 

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.” 

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?” 

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior. 

~

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and… 

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight. 

~

“Paxton!” 

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue. 

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.” 

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now. 

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic... 

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton. 

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.” 

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being. 

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

~

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine. 

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text. 

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit. 

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke. 

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines. 

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked. 

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”. 

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words. 

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard. 

“So what next?” he asked. 

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.” 

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…” 

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton. 

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt. 

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline. 

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you. 

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?” 

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-” 

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again. 

You really could live like this forever.

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #nhie #nhie x reader #never have i ever x reader

[hyuckcherie]

l.donghyuck || good morning

» genre : fluff

» prompt : just some morning fluff with zero plot

» warnings : switching between past and present tense😔, literally zero plot, the ending feels kind of abrupt

on mornings that neither of you have anything planned

at least for a few hours

waking up happens naturally

the sunshine filtering through the curtains you picked out to match your room rouses you

the want to sleep more is always there, but the need to see your personal sunshine is greater

so you turn in his embrace

his arm hooked around your waist and the leg wrapped over near your hip make it a little difficult

such a koala :(

but you manage after a couple years of practice

your warm hands cup his face delicately, so as not to wake him

you like just studying his face in the morning

it helps you prepare for the day and tells you everything will be okay

but after a couple minutes you start pressing kisses all over

and he slowly starts to wake up

his eyelids flutter like gentle butterfly wings

and as he feels you pressing kisses with your lips or nose

a sleepy smile grows on his lips

“morning,” he whispers, his voice deeper from sleep

his eyes finally open to behold the sight of you

he may be your and everyone’s sun,, but you’re his

his sun, moon, and stars.

and he thinks you’re most beautiful when you’re barely awake, face inches from his own

you wrap your arms around his torso and he pulls you in closer

“good morning,” you say back, a blissful smile of your own

“how did you sleep”

“good. i dreamt we went on a picnic by the river. it was really nice.”

haechan hums

“how about we do that?”

“really?”

despite the new plans you stay there in each other’s arms, talking about the dreams you had and catching up on notifications.

once you’d both woken up sufficiently, it was time to get ready for the day

the first thing you did on slow mornings was take a shower together

haechan poured some shampoo in his palm and began lathering your wet hair

while you grabbed the loofa and honey and vanilla body wash

haechan giggled as he tried to make your hair stand with the shampoo still in

you roll your eyes but soon your giggles join his.

he sings off and on to random songs popping into his head

sometimes asking you to sing along with him if you know the song.

once your hair is rinsed out and the conditioner is in, you repeat the process on haechan

you like making his hair spiky, always surprised by how good it looks on him.

you give him an extra long scalp massage as you do his hair

for all his hard work,

and wet kisses pressed between bouts of giggling.

with you both rinsed off and wrapped in fluffy towels

and after a five minute hug because y’all clingy

you pull out the blow dryer.

haechan starts on your hair first because it’s longer and takes a while to dry compared to his

you sit on the bathroom counter just staring into his sparkly eyes

they’re the most beautiful you’ve ever seen

they’re deep and hold so much within them.

the color of his eyes in the bathroom lighting is different from any other and you love them even more.

haechan stands between your legs

your fingers brushing his bare skin at the top of his towel

when your hair has been mostly dried, you let haechan clip it out of your face

you asked him before why he doesn’t just let you do it

he ignored your question with just a soft smile

so you let him do it, which gives you a chance to sneak a couple kisses to his cheek.

haechan remained standing before you as you did his hair, your fingers ruffling his thick locks while the hot air dried them.

it was his turn to stare at you,

the way you bite the inside of your bottom lip with concentration

the way your eyes occasionally flicker around the room before focusing back on your task

he loves it. he loves you. you and your habits that make his heart go wild.

-

you brush your teeth next

“it’s almost time to go visit the dentist,” you mention while it’s on your mind

haechan is quiet for a moment while he rinses his mouth out

“why did the king go to the dentist?”

you roll your eyes, knowing there’s a joke coming

“because that’s you and it’s time for you to go back,” you somehow manage to say around the toothbrush in your mouth

haechan skips over your comment about him being compared to a king

“to get a new crown”

he immediately dissolves into loud giggles, totally absorbed in his own joke

you choke, coughing and spitting out the toothpaste into the sink

this of course makes you laugh and him laugh harder, him sinking to the floor with one arm barely hanging onto the counter

you kick him

not enough to hurt him in any way though

“it wasn’t even that funny,” you whine, pushing him with your toes

“get up before your towel falls off”

he takes a breath long enough to say “wouldn’t you love that”

you smack him this time.

-

your tummy is growling by the time you finish applying your moisturizer

“time for breakfast i guess,” haechan chuckles

he’s pulling you out of the bathroom and bedroom before you can blink

“wait, baby. i need clothes” you laugh

“why? it’s just us”

“babe. i’m not going without clothes”

haechan pouts and sulks to the closet to pull out a shirt for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, a pair of boxers for each of you

“there. better?” he asks once you’re both dressed

“i’d prefer a bra”

“nope”

he pulls you out of the room and to the kitchen

-

one of haechans absolute favorite things to do for you is cook

he’s already the type of person to express his love through actions

like cuddles and kisses and random gifts

but cooking for you is a whole new level

he loves when you’re attached to him while he’s cooking

so that’s what you do.

your hands rest on his tummy and your cheek is pressed against the back of his shoulder

you graze your lips across his skin occasionally as you sway to the music playing from haechan’s phone

you speak over the low music, talking about things that are happening in your workplace, or even about the dog you saw when you went to lunch the other day

“are you almost done?” you piped up, poking him in the side

he caves away from the prodding touch

“almost, baby”

you sigh and tilt your head back so it’s your chin resting against his back

your hands run up and down his chest, patting every couple seconds as you heave out another sigh

haechan shivers at your touch, making you giggle

you switch to tickling him

“yah! babyy” he whines

when you don’t stop, he turns around in your arms

his hands grip your shoulders as he leads you backwards until you’re pressed against the counter

you look up at him, wondering what he’s going to do

if you were expecting a kiss, it ain’t it.

instead, his hands fall to your waist and he hoists you up to sit on the counter

“you stay, before i burn the food”

you pout of course

because now what :(

but you sit there like a good girl

watching as he cooks

you think it’s taking forever but you don’t mind.

and each time he passes by

you manage to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in

with him standing right before you, your legs still hooked around his torso

you kiss his nose once before moving straight to his lips

you cut it short reluctantly, but knowing full well it leaves haechan wanting more than it does you

so he’s whining and chasing after your lips when you pull back

“ah ah, the foods going to burn,” you say cheekily, realeasing him

haechan levels a glare at you but the food really is about to burn so he has to go

so he begrudgingly turns away

you do it a couple more times, knowing that your teasing is frustrating him

until your breakfast (which consists of several dishes) is done

and he’s turning the stove off and returning to your arms

where he kisses you softly

like you might shatter,

taking you by surprise.

you gasp when he hooks his hands under you legs and picks you up

he sets you down on a chair at the dining room table

kissing your cheeks a few times before returning to the kitchen

he comes back with dishes of food, taking two or three trips to bring them all

your stomach growls again at the sight

“wow baby, you made a lot”

haechan seats himself next to you

“i figured what we don’t eat, we can bring to the picnic with us”

-

with bellies full and happy

it’s time to actually get dressed for the day

the weather is really nice with spring in full bloom

so the flowy skirt you bought last week is perfect.

you hum as you pull the items from the closet, haechan still choosing between two shirts

“which one do you think?”

you look over your shoulder, shirt halfway off

“the white one. it does wonders for your skin tone”

“you think?”

“i know”

when you’re both dressed you start on your makeup

while haechan comes behind you to drape his arms over your shoulders

“can i do your hair?”

you look up at him through the mirror

“you want to?” he nods. “sure baby ^^”

his gentle fingers pull off the headband you’d put on to keep your hair out of your face

and gathers your strands.

“is a braid okay?”

“it’s whatever you want to do”

so while you’re finishing your makeup, haechan’s nimble fingers twist your hair into a simple plait

“so pretty” he breathes when he’s done

he presses a few kisses to your shoulder

“i should have you do my hair more often” you say, seeing how well he did it

“maybe you should”

#yuck i dont know about the ending #but anyway im whipped for this boy 😔 #haechan #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x you #donghyuck #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck x you #haechan fanfic #donghyuck fanfic #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #nct #nct x reader #nct haechan #nct fluff #haechan imagines #donghyuck imagines #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #puffpuff #my writing

[broken-clover]

AU-gust Day 7- Childhood Friends

Taking a bit of a break from Guilty Gear, so today have a Blazblue fic! I know this probably makes no sense in canon for multiple reasons but that’s what an AU is for! So have some tiny Bang and tiny Amane being tiny dorks.

Bang was a very easy person to read. More often than not, one didn’t even have to really try. If he didn’t outright state his opinions or feelings on something, his overexaggerated body language gave him away. The same applied to his interests. Whenever he found something new and exciting, it would be all he talked about.

Tenjo had caught him staring on their way back from training. A traveling caravan was passing through Wadatsumi. She had approved them days ago. As long as they didn’t cause trouble and weren’t too disruptive, she let them come through and take a few days to rest and restock. Her apprentice appeared utterly enraptured at the sight, like he’d never seen anything like it before.

“What are you looking at, Bang?” Was it anything in particular? “Do you like their horses?”

“Sparkly!”

“Sparkly?” A significant number of the travelers did seem to be wearing very eye-catching ensembles, flowy skirts and gem-studded accessories. Tenjo herself did wear some rather extravagant clothing, but she preferred keeping the colors simple. Meanwhile, they dressed in every color of the rainbow and then some. She watched Bang grab at the air towards the procession as it passed them. “Do you like all the colors?”

“Uh-huh! Sparkly!”

She supposed that they could watch for a minute or two. They weren’t in any rush. It was nice to see something happy in her beautiful Wadatsumi, with all the political strife that had been cropping up lately, it was starting to feel like everything was doom and gloom. They could all use something to take their minds off of things, even if it was temporary.

“Ten-jo-sa-ma!” Bang chirped, pointing at something else. “What’s that!”

A man in a beautiful, elaborate outfit was pinning something to the local notice board. A thick stack of papers were taking up his other arm, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him rush off immediately to start chatting with a pair of passers-by and offer them another.

“Hmm? I don’t know. Let’s go take a look.” When the road was clear, the two of them crossed the street to get a better look. There were a few notices already put up, but the newest one stuck out like a sore thumb with its bright colors.

‘One Night Only!’ It announced, in elaborate writing. ‘Witness the beauty and grace of the Mikoto Dance Troupe! Be charmed by the stunning visual performance and melodies! Show begins at 8pm in Block 4. Free admission, donations encouraged!’

“A dancing show?” How odd. Those didn’t often come to Wadatsumi. She noticed her charge staring at the paper with bright eyes, bouncing up and down.

Had he ever seen something like this? He was a Wadatsumi native, it was unlikely a troupe had come through, and it didn’t seem probable his parents would take someone so young to another Hierarchical City for something like that. It had to be something new and interesting for him, no wonder he was so excited.

“Would you like to go to the show, Bang?” She asked. “You’ve already finished your training today, so we can go as a special treat, if you’d like.”

“We can??”

Tenjo chuckled. “Is that a yes, then?”

“YEAH!!”

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“Woah…”

It seemed the festivities had attracted quite a lot of Wadatsumi’s inhabitants. She had already seen peasant farmers, politicians, and everything in between lined up to take a peek. A small crowd had already clustered around the entrance, and she could see people inside the performance area frantically carrying out more chairs to set up for their incoming audience.

“Are you alright, Bang?” She gave his hand a light squeeze. Tenjo knew he didn’t do well in crowds. In hindsight, she probably should have expected it, but all she could do now was give him as much patience as possible.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, with his face buried in his scarf to block out all the smells.

“Don’t worry, I promise it will be less crowded once we get inside.”

At least the man at the counter knew how to work fast. It didn’t take long for them to move up to the front. “Hello, ma’am! Two guests?”

“Yes.” Tenjo nodded. “Just a moment, Bang. Let me reach my pocket.” She let go of his hand, took a moment to be sure he wouldn’t immediately be swallowed up by the crowd, and dug into her robes in search of coin. Imperator or not, she could support small artists trying to make a living.

The man looked utterly dumbfounded at the pile of money she offered up. “Wow, th-thank you very much, ma’am! We appreciate your kindness!”

Had people not been donating? She hoped she hadn’t been the only person to do so. “Of course! Happy to help. May we head inside?”

“Absolutely!” He beckoned them to the gate. “Enjoy the show!”

“Thank you for being patient with me. Now we can- huh? Bang?”

When she looked down, he was nowhere to be seen. “Bang?!”

Her eyes tore around, trying to find the smallest hint of trailing red fabric. He may have been a burgeoning combatant and capable of fending for himself, she nonetheless felt anxiety pooling in her stomach.

“Ten-jo-sa-ma Ten-jo-sa-ma Ten-jo-”

Bang tried to peek out of the top of his scarf while still keeping it mushed over his nose. It had been too loud and smelly for him. Tenjo-sama had said that when he got overwhelmed, he should find a quiet place to sit until he felt better. There were a lot of tents over near the big wagons, and those seemed like a good place to hide. If he had a meltdown, then they would have to go home for the night, and he really wanted to see the pretty dancers!

One of the less-big tents across the lawn was already half-open, how lucky! He ducked inside and huddled in the corner.

“Ten-jo-sa-ma Ten-jo-sa-ma-” He mumbled to himself, rocking back and forth on his toes. It was way less crowded in the tent, and most of the bad smells had been replaced by a nice perfume. And thankfully, nobody interrupted his stimming until he started to feel a little bit more in control of himself.

“Hmm hmm, la da da~”

Bang’s ears perked up. Had someone been singing the whole time, and he had only just noticed it?

He stood back up and turned towards the sound. Part of the tent was closed off by another curtain, with light spilling out from behind. Curiously, he approached to peek out from behind.

“La-la-la-la, da-da-dum~”

A boy about his age was twirling around, clutching bright pink ribbons in his tiny fists. His dancing wasn’t as smooth or fancy as the other dancers, but it was probably the same reason he wasn’t as good at fighting as Tenjo-sama or Ka-gu-ra-nii. Kids weren’t usually the best at things, adults had lots more time to practice, so they were really good!

“La-la- oh!” On his next turn, Bang watched him trip and fall on the hem of his skirt. “Owie…”

It must have been a bad fall, because his eyes started pinching and tearing up. Or maybe he was sad he had messed up the dance? He did that sometimes when he messed up a parry or fell off the climbing wall, even when it didn’t hurt.

Well, Tenjo-sama said people got better at things when you encouraged them! Maybe that was just what this one needed to help cheer him up.

So he started to clap. “That was really good! Until the part where you tripped, but I do that all the time too!”

“-eek!” The boy shrieked, jumping back and dropping his ribbons. Why had he done that?

“That was really good!” He said again, in case he hadn’t heard. “You’re really good!”

That seemed to calm him down a little. “I thought you were Tsukiyomi-san.” He said, picking up his ribbons again. “She always yells at me for fooling around before the show.”

“Are you gonna dance up on the big stage?”

“Yeah-huh!” He replied, with a glint of eagerness in his eyes. “I just do small parts now, but when I get big they’re gonna let me do all the important dances!” The boy puffed out his chest, making the pale pink scarf he wore fluff around his head like a halo. “My name is Nishiki Amane. I’m gonna be super famous someday, so you’d better remember it!”

“A-ma-ne Nishi-ki-kun. A-ma-ne-kun.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue. “A-ma-ne-kun.”

“Amane! That’s me! I’m gonna be so great, people will clap and cheer and throw flowers at me whenever I dance!”

“Mmm.” Bang tilted his head. “My scarf is cooler than yours.”

“What?!” Amane shouted back. “No it isn’t! Mine’s the cooler one! It’s pink! And it looks really pretty when I dance!”

“Nuh-uh!” Replied Bang, with a growing smirk. “Mine is red, and red is the best.”

“Oh yeah?” Just as quickly, Amane was grinning back. “Well if it’s so cool, then give it to me!”

The ninja took off to run around the room. “No way! It’s mine!”

“Not for long!” The other boy started chasing him in circles.

“It’s mine!”

“Gimme!”

“No!”

“Give- oof!”

The dizziness very quickly made them crash into one another and fall in a heap. The two boys sat back up, looked at one another, and burst into giggles.

“That was fun!” Bang crowed.

“I feel dizzy.” Amane began undoing the loops of his scarf. “Wanna try mine? Let’s swap!”

“Okay!”

Amane had to help him tie the knots right so the scarf went around his shoulders, and Bang helped him loop the thick red fabric around so it would fall down his back and flap behind him when he ran.

“Sparkly!” He did a little twirl, watching how the pink material practically hovered over him. “Amane-kun looks like a superhero!”

“You think so?” It looked weird with his fancy dress, but Amane looked perfectly pleased with his new accessory, twirling a little before pulling it back off and handing it over. “It’s a little too heavy to dance in, though.”

Bang hadn’t considered that. “Maybe that’s why I can’t dance good. You’re really good, can you show me how to dance?”

Amane untied the pink scarf off him and put it back on himself. “Tsukiyomi-san says 'dancers can’t be truly great unless they look their best.' So maybe if I do your makeup, you’ll be better at it!”

On the other side of the tent, there was a pretty wooden vanity with a mirror and bottles of all different things lined up on it. Amane climbed onto the chair and began rooting around. “I only get to wear lipstick during big shows, so that’s probably the best!”

He found a tube of something and popped it open. Bang watched in confused intrigue as Amane rubbed it on his own lips. Wherever he put it, they turned a bright shade of pink.

“This color’s my favorite!” Pursing his lips and turning his head back and forth let Amane look at his reflection in different ways.

“Ok ok!” Bang raised his arms toward him. “Do me now!”

“Hold on! Gotta test it and see if it’s dry first!”

“How do you do that?”

Instead of responding, Amane bent down to kiss him on the mouth. Bang felt something sticky rub off on his lips, making him reel back and swat at his face.

“Guess it wasn’t dry…” The dancer sighed unhappily. “What’s wrong?”

“Sticky! Your mouth is sticky! Boys aren’t supposed to kiss!”

“Why not?”

“Hmm…” Bang thought for a moment. He couldn’t think of a good answer. He kissed Amane back on the forehead. Then he didn’t have to worry about being sticky, though he did leave a little smear of pink on his face.

Amane beamed. “See? Boys can kiss other boys! Some of the bigger kids do it all the time.”

How interesting. Amane-kun seemed to know a lot of things. Bang liked learning from him!

“Amane?” Said a strange voice. “The show starts in fifteen minutes, are you-”

A woman bustled into the tent, tying her hair back. She seemed interested in Bang as soon as she saw him. “Ah! Are you little Bang?”

He tilted his head. “No.”

She paused, looking at him with confusion. “Oh. I’m looking for a boy your age, with a red scarf sort of like yours, have you seen him? His name is Bang.”

“Mmhm.” He nodded. “I’m Bang.”

That only confused her further. “But you just told me it wasn’t your name?”

“My name is just ‘Bang.’”

The woman smiled, though it really didn’t look like a smile. “Ah. Alright, smarty-pants, your chaperone is looking for you.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant. Amane was nice enough to explain. “Like, the person you came with. Did you come with your mom?”

“I came with Ten-jo-sa-ma.” He’d nearly forgotten about her! He had been so distracted by playing with Amane-kun. Hopefully she wouldn’t be mad.

At that very moment, Tenjo followed the woman into the tent. “Bang! I was so worried, are you alright?”

“Ten-jo-sa-ma!” He shouted, burying himself in her skirt. “It was too smelly, so I found a quiet place like you told me to!”

“That’s...yes, that’s very good of you, Bang.” She gave him a pat on the back. “But next time, please let me know before you do that, alright? I don’t want to lose track of you in such a crowded place.”

He nodded. “O-k! Look at my friend A-ma-ne-kun!”

“Oh?” Tenjo looked at the other boy. “I’m so happy to see you making friends, Bang! But the show is about to start soon, why don’t we let them get ready and find a place to sit?”

“She’s right!” The other woman started ushering Amane towards another tent. “You still have to change!”

“Bye-bye A-ma-ne-kun!” Bang waved as they departed.

Tenjo gave her apprentice a small smile as they headed towards. “Did you have fun playing?”

“Mmhm! A-ma-ne-kun is a real good dancer! He’s gonna dance up on the stage!”

“We’ll have to keep an eye out for him then, won’t we?” It was wonderful that he was making friends his own age. She noticed he didn’t have much interest in the concept. As much as she wanted him to explore and do as he pleased without being too smothered, it was a tad worrisome that he only seemed interested in talking to her or Kagura.

She felt Bang slipping from her grip. Oh no, this wasn’t going to happen again. “Bang, don’t run away!”

But he didn’t. Instead, she watched him calmly walk over to a bush of lilies and crouch. He carefully plucked a few flowers off their stems and bunched them together in his free hand.

“Bang? What are you doing? The show is about to start soon!”

After plucking a few more, he stood back up and followed. “Mmhm. O-k Ten-jo-sa-ma.”

“What are the flowers for?”

“They’re for A-ma-ne-kun! So I can throw em at him when he dances!”

Throwing them? That was a bit odd. Then again, Bang was a bit of an odd child. But as long as he was enjoying himself and wasn't causing any harm, she supposed it wasn’t a big deal.

#AU-gust #writing #blazblue #bang shishigami #amane nishiki #amang

[bing-fucker]

Imagine JJ wants to try wearing skirts and dresses but he's really shy so Marvin gently encourages him and is really sweet so he takes him to the mall helps him pick out a nice one. What he didn't expect was how hot JJ would look in a skirt and they end up fucking in the dressing room.

Okay but Jameson in skirts and dresses is my absolute favorite image, yessssss. Marvin would adore his baby boy in pretty things.

Warnings: Crossdressing kink, public sex, praise kink, orgasm denial. I dunno if it counts as a kink or needs a warning, but just in case, Marvin does have a semi weird fantasy at one point. And acts a bit like a sugar daddy... As always, ask me to add as you see fit!

Marvin turned around at a tap on his shoulder, smiling softly at Jameson and accepting the mug of hot chocolate the little gentleman offered. Jameson smiled and walked fully around the couch, settling in next to Marvin and looking at whatever movie the others had chosen to put on for the night.

Something was on his mind. It was pretty easy to tell when something was on Jameson's mind, he was- well. Not quieter, but slower to sign or even acknowledge he was being spoken to. He was almost always in his head when something was on his mind, thinking too deeply to respond.

"JJ?" Marvin whispered, gently setting both his and Jameson's mugs to the side. "Jayj, what's on your mind?" Jameson looked away from the movie and shrugged, snuggling into Marvin's side and resting his head on the cat-masked magician's shoulder.

"Hmmm... Is it something embarrassing?" Marvin asked, still speaking in a whisper so they didn't disturb the others. Jameson shook his head. "Something cute?" Jameson gave a small nod. Marvin smirked and leaned closer. "Something... sexual~?" Jameson blushed brightly and shoved Marvin's face away, drawing a laugh from the magician.

"Sorry, sorry," Marvin said, apologizing both to Jameson and to the others at the interruption. At the apology, Jameson gratefully snuggled back up to the magician.

"Is it weird if I want to wear dresses?" Jameson asked, signs quick and small, like he only wanted Marvin to see. Marvin swallowed suddenly, ignoring the twitch his cock gave at the images that sprung to mind.

"I don't see why it would be," Marvin whispered back. He gently nudged Jameson up so he could lay down and pull Jameson to lay on top of him for cuddle purposes. "Why? Do you want to?"

"I do. Are you sure it is not weird?" Jameson replied, tangling his legs with Marvin's and snuggling closer.

"I'm sure it's not weird," Marvin assured, gently rubbing Jameson's back. "Why do you think it might be weird?"

"Well, I know I am not the picture of masculinity, but I am still a rather masculine presenting man. I just thought it might be weird for me to want to wear a dress..."

"Hm," Marvin hummed, tracing circles against the small of Jameson's back. "I don't think it's weird. Sure you're not exactly what people are going to think of when they imagine men in dresses, but who cares what they think? I think you'd look adorable."

Jameson blushed faintly and nodded, leaning up to briefly kiss Marvin. "Thank you," he signed, smiling brightly against Marvin's lips. "Will... will you take me shopping? I do not want to look for dresses alone..."

"I would be happy to," Marvin said, kissing Jameson briefly before peppering kisses all over the gentleman's face. "Besides, you can't see color, so I have to come and make you try on all the pretty things!"

Jameson giggled silently, playfully pushing Marvin's face away at the kisses. Marvin laughed more and kissed Jameson's hands, drawing more silent laughter from the gentleman.

"Guys, stop!" Jackie protested, smacking Marvin's shins from his position on the other end of the couch.

Marvin quirked an eyebrow at Jameson for a second, and then both magic users were scrambling over to the other end of the couch to (playfully) torment the superhero.

"Z'he popcorn!" Henrik despaired as Jackie kicked out in laughter.

Marvin couldn't find it in himself to feel bad for ruining movie night.

-

The mall was busy. Marvin usually didn't like busy malls- people tended to stare at the mask, or recognize him from his stage performances. But Jameson preferred busy places, since it made it less likely he would be noticed. For a showman, Jameson didn't like to be noticed.

"C'mon, I know a good shop for this," Marvin said quietly, wrapping an arm around Jameson's waist and leading him through the crowd. Jameson simply nodded and followed Marvin to a boutique in the far South corner.

"Here we go!" Marvin looked around cheerfully. The boutique was large and pink (although Jameson couldn't see that part). It wasn't too busy, but there were some other customers. The workers also seemed to recognize Marvin, which did bring Jameson some comfort.

"I come here a lot for my show looks," Marvin explained, leading Jameson past the shirts and slacks and to the dresses and skirts. "Do you like how it looks? The shop, I mean."

Jameson nodded, "It looks nice!" he signed. "Nobody is staring. That is good."

"If they were staring, it'd be because you look wonderful," Marvin replied, letting go of Jameson's waist to look around at all the skirts and dresses.

"Wait, where are you going?" Jameson asked, panicked.

"Just going to find you some dresses to try on," Marvin reassured, kissing Jameson's forehead before turning to look at the dresses. Jameson nodded and wandered slightly off to look at skirts.

Jameson returned a few minutes later, hands folded behind his back as usual.

"Couldn't find anything you liked?" Marvin asked, looking at Jameson.

"They were all B-O-D-Y-C-O-N," Jameson explained, frowning slightly

Marvin choked on his breath, looking at Jameson. "Where did you learn that word!?"

Jameson smiled and pointed to a worker that had helped him, who waved cheerfully to the two of them and winked at Marvin.

"Right. Uhm. I found some dresses for you," Marvin said, blushing beneath his mask at the wink. Jameson clapped, seeming much more excited than when they had first entered the store. Marvin handed Jameson the five dresses he'd found and lead the small gentleman over to the dressing rooms.

Jameson waved cheerfully as he went into one of the dressing rooms, leaving Marvin on the small, pink couch outside the room to wait. Marvin sighed deeply and leaned against the back of the couch. It would be a bit before Jameson had anything to show. Jameson always wore at least three layers that he insisted on folding neatly even when trying on clothes.

Predictably, it was about fifteen minutes later when Jameson opened the door, blushing and hesitantly stepping out of the room. Marvin stared in shock, almost immediately blushing as well. The dress was long and red. It was exactly tight to his body, but it was definitely not loose.

"Oh, wow," Marvin commented. "You look wonderful, Jameson. Do you like it?"

Jameson shook his head. "It does not swirl when I spin," he complained. "And it has a weird texture..."

"Okay," Marvin said, smiling comfortingly. "We don't have to get it, then." Jameson nodded and went back into the dressing room to try on a different one. Marvin shifted awkwardly, crossing his legs and waiting.

A few minutes later, Jameson returned again, this time in a mid length black dress.

"You look like a fifties housewife in that," Marvin noted, very determinedly ignoring any feelings or images that brought up and crossing his legs more.

Jameson smiled and spun, the skirt poofing around him slightly. "I like this one! It is soft, and it swirls when I spin!"

"I'm glad you like it," Marvin said, rather proud of himself for finding this one. "Do you want to get it?" Jameson nodded excitedly and went back into the dressing room to try something else on.

Marvin relaxed back against the back of the couch, watching the door of the dressing room. And most definitely not getting lost in a fantasy of Jameson as a 1950s American housewife, home alone and lonely without his husband to keep him company...

Marvin startled out of his thoughts when Jameson snapped in front of him. The new dress was short and the same teal as Jameson's hair. It had a similar fit to the dress before, but only hit about mid-thigh. Which gave Marvin a very good excuse to stare at the younger's legs. And notice that Jameson had shaved. Had he planned to show off his legs? Jameson never showed off his legs! But Marvin most definitely wasn't complaining. Jameson smiled brightly and spun, the skirt poofing higher than the other dress and- oh. Those were definitely not Jameson's usual boxers. Those were lacy and Marvin's favorite shade of pink and how in the world did Jameson get such a specific shade of pink!?

"You look incredible," Marvin said eventually, looking away from Jameson's legs and finding himself quite grateful that Jameson seemed not to notice his staring.

"Thank you!" Jameson signed cheerfully, looking at the skirt. "I like it! It is cute!"

"You're cute," Marvin replied, crossing his legs tighter and smiling at Jameson's happiness. "Do you want this one, too?"

"If it is okay?" Jameson asked, blushing and looking at Marvin hopefully.

"Of course," Marvin replied, smiling softly. "Anything you want today, JJ. This is my day to spoil you!"

Jameson giggled and hugged Marvin. A bit awkwardly, due to Marvin not uncrossing his legs, but it was certainly enough to get Marvin's cock straining further against his jeans. Jameson, luckily, didn't seem to notice.

"Okay, go try on the other two," Marvin said, smiling and releasing Jameson from the hug. Jameson nodded and cheerfully went back into the dressing room.

Jameson returned quicker than before, this time in a short, blue and yellow skater dress. Marvin clapped lightly, smiling brightly. That dress was honestly his favorite. It was fun and flowy. And although it showed off more of Jameson's arms than the gentleman usually liked, he at least seemed to like it.

"Do you like it?" Marvin asked, watching Jameson spin. Or, more accurately, trying to get another look at the pink lace that looked obscenely tight against Jameson's ass and, presumably, his cock as well. Jameson nodded happily, gripping his skirt gently and swirling it lightly. "Okay, then we can add it to the pile!" Jameson smiled wider and spun again before going back to the dressing room.

Marvin leaned back on the couch, half-lidding his eyes and returning to his fantasy from earlier. He was about halfway through the narrative of Jameson running away from his horrible husband to Marvin when he was again interrupted by Jameson knocking on the wall. Marvin snapped back to attention, looking at Jameson. Jameson was just barely peeking out of the room and Marvin knew exactly what he was wearing.

The dress had been a joke, and Marvin had actually expected Jameson to throw it at him and pout when he found it. But instead, Jameson hesitantly stepped out of the dressing room. It was a club dress, not even at mid-thigh. It was pink sequined and bare backed when Jameson hesitantly spun.

"You know, I think you might need help getting out of that," Marvin commented. Jameson was blushing brightly, biting his lip as Marvin stood and strode over to him.

Marvin quickly pushed Jameson back into the dressing room, closing and locking the door behind both of them. Marvin pushed Jameson against the wall, kissing him deeply. Jameson made a startled face before returning the kiss, wrapping his arms around Marvin's neck. Marvin groaned and gripped one of Jameson's legs, pulling it up and grinding against Jameson.

"Fuck, baby," Marvin breathed, running his hand up Jameson's thigh and under the dress. "When you said you wanted to wear dresses I didn't think it would be so feckin' hot." Jameson gave his best attempt at a moan, making Marvin grin at the breathy noise.

"I don't think I can make it home, baby," Marvin commented, tugging at the waist band of Jameson's underwear. Jameson blushed and bit his lip, carefully reaching down and leading Marvin's hand back to his ass and, more importantly, the buttplug nestled inside of him.

"Oh, shit," Marvin groaned, pushing his hand down the back of Jameson's panties and gently moving the buttplug inside of Jameson. "You planned for this, didn't you, you little minx?" Jameson blushed and nodded, tilting his head up and kissing Marvin again. The magician eagerly returned the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds to push Jameson up against the dressing room mirror.

"Look at you," Marvin purred, pushing the dress up over Jameson's hips and pulling his underwear down. "You knew all along what this was doing to me, didn't you~? Could feel how hard I was getting for you~" Marvin groaned and accentuated his words by grinding his still-clothed hard-on against Jameson's ass.

"I noticed that you got excited when I brought it up last night," Jameson admitted, pushing away from the mirror just enough to be able to sign.

"And you liked that, hm?" Marvin purred, gently pulling the buttplug out of Jameson and setting it on Jameson's clothesn - much to the gentleman's displeasure - before pushing his pants down.

"Eyes on the mirror, little one," Marvin groaned, pushing into Jameson quickly. "I want you to watch how cute you are when you're falling apart underneath me~" Jameson blushed brighter, focusing on the mirror.

Marvin groaned and started to move, quickly using his magic so no one would notice what they were doing. Jameson panted, scrambling for purchase against the mirror as Marvin sped up his pace.

"Fuck, JJ," he muttered, kissing Jameson's neck and dropping one hand down to Jameson's cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "You feel so good, baby~ Feel perfect around me, and you look even better~" Jameson gasped and weakly bucked into Marvin's hand. "Look at yourself, beautiful~ Look at how gorgeous you are when I'm fucking you~"

Jameson whined and leaned his head back against Marvin's shoulder, shuddering and panting. Marvin groaned and moved faster, biting Jameson's shoulder and sucking to make a mark. Jameson blushed brighter, reaching behind slightly to grip Marvin's hair.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close," Marvin groaned, thrusting as deep as he could and grinding. He could tell Jameson was getting close as well. Jameson always clenched tighter when he got close, and his baby seal grey eyes tended to cross slightly. Marvin groaned and turned Jameson's face to the side, kissing him deeply as he spilled inside of the younger.

Marvin grabbed the buttplug from earlier, pulling out only to quickly replace his cock with the plug. "There we go, beautiful," he purred, gently smacking Jameson's ass.

"Marvin," Jameson signed, looking like he'd be whining if he could make noise. "I did not get to finish."

"Aw, I know, gorgeous," Marvin said, kissing Jameson briefly and fixing the younger's underwear. "But we don't want you ruining your pretty new dress, right? Don't worry, I'll give you what you want at home." Jameson blushed and pouted, only drawing a laugh from Marvin.

"Get dressed, gorgeous. I want to take you lingerie shopping."

Jameson blushed even brighter and Marvin practically cackled as he exited the dressing room and dismissed his magic.

[benhardyisdaddy]

Love Of My Life - Part 13

MASTERLIST 

(HELLO okok so i said this part was gonna have the angst BUT i didn’t realize i had wrote it so long lol so the NEXT part will be the angst, just u wait a see sksksk this part is fluff oof ALSO this outfit is what i imagined him wearing) 

Word Count: 2,245

“Left or right side?” asks Roger to you. 

You turn yourself around to face him, a confused look on your face. You were applying lotion to your hands when he had spoke up, frightening you just a bit. The moment you had told Roger he could sleep in the same bed as you, awkward tension had filled the room. Total silence, neither of you speaking until now. 

“What?” you ask. 

Roger lifts a brow and glances down at the bed for a split second, looking back up to you. 

“Sleeping arrangement.” he says. “Do you prefer the left or right side?” 

You close your eyes for a split second and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh, right. Um, I’ll take the right.” 

He nods once and moves himself over to the left side. You turn back around and gulp to yourself, preparing to turn back around. You do so and make your way over to the right side. You glance down and watch as Roger slides under the covers and wiggles around a bit, getting himself comfy. You smile faintly to yourself and reach down the pull the blanket back. 

“TV on or off?” he asks, grabbing the remote. 

“Um, you can leave it on. Good background noise.” you say as you slide underneath next to him. 

You never normally sleep with the TV on, but you couldn’t bare the awkward silence between you two as you try to fall asleep. 

“Ya know,” starts Rog, half whispering as the TV pops on. “It’s so okay for me to sleep on the floor. I don’t mind at all-” 

“No, Rog. Seriously. It’s no big deal. Just…” you pause and look forward. “It’s just reminds me of John. That’s all.”  

Roger slowly nods and looks away for a moment as he plays with his hands. 

“I know you miss him,” he says. “But he’s right.” 

You look over to him, half confused. 

“About?” you ask. 

“About opening your heart up, y/n. You deserve to be happy.” 

“John was my happiness.” you snap back, feeling irritated by Roger. 

“I know, I know. I’m not saying that. It’s just… You’re so beautiful and any man would be lucky to have you. That’s all I’m saying.” 

You don’t say anything back as you just stare at Roger and watch his cheeks turn a rosy color. He looked at you for a second and then away fast. You couldn’t help but smile slightly. 

“Thanks, Rog.” you whisper. 

He blushes even more and grins to you, looking away once more. 

“Just telling the truth.” 

He scoots down further and places his head on the pillow. He turns his back towards you and stares at the wall and his face drops. You watch him for a moment longer and then mimic his own actions, your back facing his. 

“Night, y/n.” he whispers. 

“Night, Rog.” you whisper back. 

You stare at the french double doors in front of you as your face falls as well. Something seemed off. Something seemed… Different. 

***

Exhaustion had caused the both of you to sleep until 4:30 in the afternoon. You had slept almost all day, not even realizing it. The crazy thing, you could have slept more. The moment your eyes fluttered open and looked over to your bedside table clock, you had sat straight up and gasped. 

“What?” asks a nervous Rog, sitting up as well. 

His hair was messy and his eyes were still closed, not wanting to open them. 

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles. 

“It’s almost 5 in the afternoon! We slept the day away!” you say fast as you jump from bed. 

“Shit!” harshly whisper Roger as he jumps up as well. 

He’s still half asleep as he looks around and doesn’t know exactly what to do. 

“Wait,” he says, rubbing his face. “Aren’t out reservations not until seven? And Eiffel Tower isn’t until 8:30?” he asks confused. 

You stop rushing around and freeze. You think for a moment and stand up straighter. 

“Oh, that’s all we had planned today?” you ask. 

He nods his head as you look towards the double doors and slowly walk over to them. You fling them wide open and feel as a warm breeze washes over you, making you smile. 

“Guess I can enjoy this view for a while.” you say, smiling widely. 

You walk onto the patio and sit down at a chair and stare at the Eiffel Tower. You hear people below you talking and the clinking of dishes as people at a small cafe in the corner ate outside. You smile once more and look over to the empty chair across from you. The image of John sitting in it pops into your mind. It seems so real, like he’s really there. You hear the shower in the bathroom turn on and you know that Roger’s getting around. You can’t break your eyes away from John as he stares back at you with a loving smile on his face. 

“You’re just imagining this. You’re just imagining this.” you repeat to yourself. 

“Do you love it?” 

You almost jump at the sound of his voice going through you. It sounded just like him. You close your eyes at that sweet sound you missed so much, but open them quickly in fear that he would disappear.

“I do.” you whisper back, tears pouring down your face. 

“I knew you would.” he replies. “The city of love. Who knows what could happen.” 

“Nothing,” you say a bit louder and calm yourself down. “Nothing will happen. I couldn’t do that to you.” 

John shakes his head as a hurt expression fills his face. He leans forward a bit, causing you to lean back. This felt way too real. 

“Y/n,” he whispers. “I’m dead.” 

Your heart breaks hearing that. You tense your jaw as more tears stream. 

“Don’t leave your heart in the grave with me. You can always remember me - love me - just, you need to dig your heart back up. Give it to someone who can use it.” 

“John,” you whisper out, but he’s gone. 

You look around frantically in search of him once more, but it’s no use. You squeeze your eyes closed and cover your mouth as you weep to yourself. He was here, but he wasn’t. He never will be again. 

***

“You ready?” you ask as you finish fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror. 

Roger was buttoning up his shirt as he looks towards the bathroom to you, but you’re blocked behind the door. 

“Yeah!” he calls out. 

You look at yourself once more and admire the long, black flowy dress you had picked out for dinner. You were beyond nervous and excited to roam around Paris all night. Your dream was finally coming true. It's been months since John had passed, but you still miss him like it was only yesterday. You turn and make your way out of the bathroom, opening the door wide open. Roger looks up and freezes as his eyes scan you up and down. His face goes serious as he takes you in. 

“Wow,” he whispers. 

He realizes his mouth fell open some, resorting in him standing up straighter and clearing his throat. You blush a bit as you look down at your dress and smile. 

“You look beautiful.” he says fast. 

“Thank you.” you say back. “You look lovely as well.”

Roger had dressed up as well with black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black blazer like jacket on top with the sleeves rolled up a bit. He looked so handsome, you felt yourself starring as well. You quickly look away and walk over to the dresser to grab your purse. You and Rog made your way out of the hotel and decided to walk to the restaurant, seeing as it’s only right down the road. 

“Excited?” he asks as you two walk side by side. 

It’s a cool, dark night with the moon high in the sky. Not a lot of people were roaming about, which almost surprised you. You nod to him and smile. 

“Very. How about you?” you ask. 

He nods his head too. 

“Very.” he teases back. 

You continue walking until you’re standing in front of the restaurant. Roger holds the door open for you as you walk in. The aroma of wine and pasta hits you and makes your stomach growl. 

“Reservation for Deacon.” says Roger to the hostess. 

She looks through a binder and finds you right away. 

“Please follow me.” 

She leads you through a partially busy restaurant as she takes you to a small table in the very back away from everyone. A candle is lit in the middle of the table as a smaller table is next to it with a bottle of champagne on ice and a single rose lying next to it. 

“Bonjour!” says a man dressed in an all black uniform. “Can I offer you some bubbly? It’s on the house.” 

You look to Rog impressed as you both say yes. He pours the drink into two champagne glasses and hands them to you. You sip it slowly and watch Roger do the same. The man allows you to look over the menu and quickly takes your order. 

“It’s beautiful.” you say to Rog, looking around. 

“It really is.” he says, mimicking you. 

“I can’t wait to see the Eiffel Tower.” you say all giddy. 

“Dinner will go by fast and then we’re off.” 

He was right. Dinner did go by fast. You both laughed loudly and talked about anything and everything. You had your fair share of champagne, feeling yourself get light headed and silly. Your cheeks were flustered and you were having the time of your life. When dinner was over, you both stood up - you stumbling just a bit, Roger too. You both laugh and realize you’ve drank a little too much than you had wanted. Roger walks over and wraps his arm around yours and begins walking outside. You take a deep breath the second the cool wind hits you. 

“Shall we?” he asks. 

You smile and nod as you both begin walking to the tower. It’s not too far of a walk and you’re finally there. A little more people were gathered around and in it. You both walk up and are instantly greeted by a tour guide. You accept his help and the three of you begin walking up. He’s telling you facts about the tower and town, but you’re not even listening. You’re holding Roger close to you as you walk for what seems like forever. When you hit the last step, you realize you’re at the very top of the Eiffel Tower. You drop Roger’s arm as your eyes go wide. The view over the town was beautiful with all of the glistening lights surrounding you. Roger stands back as you walk forward. He watches you and admires how beautiful and childlike you look. He adored this moment. You turn around to him with a huge smile on your face. 

“This is the most amazing thing I have ever done.” you whisper. 

He walks up to you and looks out over the town as well. 

“As long as you’re happy.” he whispers back. 

You look to him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes lock and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re slightly drunk from the champagne or because you were high on adrenaline, but whatever it was, it had made you both lean in fast and clash your lips together. Roger tasted of sweet champagne as your tongues fight for dominance. Your hands go up to his hair as his are placed on your lower back, moving you even closer to him. You wrap your arms around him and let your mind go blank as you take him in. His hand raises up and cups your cheek. Suddenly, the thought of John fills your head and you pull away, out of breath. You bring your hand up to your mouth and touch it, realizing this was the first time you had kissed another man in years. It felt like you had cheated on John. 

“What’s wrong?” asks Rog worried. 

“I’m so sorry.” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Sorry? For what? Look at me.” he says, causing you to look up. “Did you want to do that?” he asks. 

You think for a moment and slowly nod your head. 

“Did it make you happy? Do I make you happy?” he asks. 

You stare at him for what seems like forever as you think about your answer carefully. You slowly nod your head once more. 

“Then don’t ever be sorry. I’m not sorry.” 

You feel tears prick in your eyes as you look from his lips to his eyes. Roger takes a step forward and kisses you once more. You’re frozen for a moment and then give in once again. You thought this would feel much more wrong than it did. You thought you’d feel like the worst person ever, but you don’t. You feel… Happy? 

“Enough exploring for tonight?” Roger whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You look into his eyes and nod. He smirks and grabs your hand, leading you back down. For the first time in a long time, you can safely say you felt not alone. You felt genuinely happy. Or at least for the night.

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[serahsanguine]

School, Sex and Subterfuge NC-17

ao3

This story is based in 2018/2019.

Mulder is a teacher, Scully is a student. This story is an NC-17 rating. There is no underage sex in my story I researched this before even writing it.

Mulder is known to give extra credit of a sexual kind to Someone special in his class does this person turn out to be Scully? I will let you read and find out.

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Notes:

The first Chapter is kind of Scully Pov but most of the chapters thereafter will be both pov and or third person. Also, the characters I am portraying may seem out of charter well one of them at least but as the story goes on this will sort itself out it had to be done this way for the story to work.

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First Day, First Meeting

Scully was now in her second year at Stanford University getting her bachelor's degree in Medicine.

She was a sophomore, thank God, because she had hated being a freshman. At least now she was kind of settled. She knew where she had to be on campus and knew the best places to get away from everyone, when she needed time alone. She has mostly the same classes that she had last year, just more advanced versions of those classes. She wasn't much for parties or social gatherings, as she preferred to study and get straight A’s instead of headaches and awkward conversation with strangers. Anything less would not please Ahab, especially with Missy roaming the world. She knew her roommate Serah and a couple of her close friends well and even knew most of the people in her classes. Serah was in most of the same subjects she was, bar a few, like art and music for example.

Scully woke up in her room, the sun was just starting to peek through the musty brown curtains. She groaned to herself and forced herself to roll over, looking over at her clock which sat on her bedside table, moaning again when she read the time - 5 am.

She hated when her body did this to her when it didn't want to sleep or she couldn't get to sleep. She swung her legs off the bed, it wasn't like she was going to go back to sleep anyway and put on some comfortable yoga pants, with a tank top and some bright red Nike Air running trainers. She could probably fit in an hour or two at the gym before the rest of the campus even wakes up. Plus the benefits of being at the gym this early is that no one would be there; meaning no guys wolf whistling or giving her dirty remarks under their breath while exercising.

She exited her room quietly shutting and locking the door behind her trying not to wake Serah, as she definitely was not a morning person. Scully made quick work of getting to the main entrance and across the quad to the west wing of the campus which held the gym and entered the building saying a quick "Hello" to Jim the security guard, before heading straight for the treadmill machine area. She placed her eco-friendly water bottle in the holder, and then put her wireless headphones on before scanning her iPhone and hitting play on Fleetwood Mac and stepped onto the treadmill starting at a light jog then a full sprint. She was so focused on running and what she was listening to that she didn't notice a man enter the room and start running, three treadmills down from her, himself.

An hour passed and Scully had run the sleep deprivation out of her system, and her legs were starting to burn so she slowed her pace and started her cool down. That's when she looked over to see a man in his late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, running hard with sweat dripping off of his face. Scully covertly checked him out - he was about 6ft 1 with chestnut brown hair and tanned skin.

She had never seen this man before but as she studied his physique, she could tell he was athletic, he had brilliant legs and calf muscles. She worked her way up staring at his butt which was nicely shaped and stood out in the very short black workout shorts that he was wearing, continuing up further to his arms she watched his toned biceps and triceps flex and tense as he was really giving this run his all.

The man suddenly turned towards her, looking directly at her and she realised she had clearly been caught checking him out. She started blushing and then he smiled at her and she wanted to look away but she couldn't help but stare back at the man looking appreciatively at her. His eyes are what drew her in, they weren't green but neither were they brown, in fact, they were a lovely shade of hazel; so bright and deep at the same time, they were mesmerizing. She watched sweat drip from his hairline and run down his cheekbones and nose which she did admit was too big for his face but it suited him all the same and didn't diminish how cute he was.

Scully worked her way down his face to look at his gorgeous pouty lips so pink and full - Wow! What she would give to have that bottom lip in-between her teeth sucking and nibbling it. Wow, where did that come from? She smiled back at him and he took off his drenched mesh and cotton tank top, her eyes drifted down of the own accord she could not help but notice the muscles of his chest and the very well defined six-pack on his stomach.

Looking at this beautiful man sent her into a full body flush - her heart racing, her breath was ragged and uneven, a pool of desire building in her stomach. Why was she thinking like this? She had to stop thinking like this immediately but damn she just wanted to shove him up against a wall and have him fuck her senseless!

She had to escape quickly, hopping off the treadmill she walked fast towards the ladies locker room but he was still staring at her as she opened the door and only then did he turn away. She could not help but glance at this man once more before heading for a very cold shower (which desperately needed now), trying not to think of the man she had just encountered and spent no actual time talking to.

After Scully had showered and changed into some light grey jeans and a flowy peach coloured tank top blouse with spaghetti straps, she grabbed herself a coffee and grabbed Serah one while she was at the on-campus coffee shop before walking back to her dorm room.

She arrived at her room and unlocked the door; Serah was already awake and dressed in black stretchy jeans, a black tank top and cropped burgundy hoodie, her long blonde hair was in a messy ponytail and away from her face, making her blue eyes stand out more than they already did.

"Hey Dana’ Serah said cheerfully.

"Wow, look who's up early!" Scully replied sarcastically, with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"Oh, shush you. Is that coffee for me?"

"Well, I don't see anyone else here to give it to, so you might as well have it," Scully said, handing Serah the coffee cup.

"Well, it looks like someone is in a sassy mood on the first day back. Anyone, I know?"

Scully was still surprised at how easily Serah could read her sometimes.

"No. Just some guy I saw at the gym this morning... I didn't even speak to him."

"You may not have spoken to him, Dana, but he has you all hot under the collar I can tell," Serah smirked, then took a sip of her coffee.

Scully could feel a slight redness in her cheeks and a small smile creep across her face.

"Maybe... but you know me and you know that I have no time for men."

"Well, my dear friend. All work and no play makes life very dull indeed. And sometimes you need to play hard and be free... and let go every now and then."

"Maybe I will, sometime"

"Yes but the sometime may never come, Dana"

"What classes do you have today anyway?"

"Mostly same as you Biology and Chemistry but when you have your free period I have Art class then lunch we can meet back up at say two for psychology?"

"Sure, that sounds about right."

"Oh, have you heard the rumours about our lecturer?"

"You know I don't listen to rumour and speculation."

"Well, I know THAT! But they are pretty good and sound rather juicy so do you want to know or not?" Scully nodded, and so without hesitation Serah carried on with her story "Well as I hear it our teacher Mr F. W. Mulder takes one girl under his wing a year and gives her ‘extra credit’" Serah raised her eyebrows as if willing Scully to get the hint but Scully just looked at her friend standing across from her and gave her a sceptical eyebrow. "Anyway, it so happens he purposely fails them so he can take them back to his office and have his way with them. And nobody minds because apparently from what I have heard from the older girls, he is very good looking and fantastic in bed"

"As I said I don't believe in rumour or speculation, and if what you say is true surely he would have been found out and got fired by now."

"You would think so, wouldn't you? But apparently he is from a wealthy family that donates a lot of money to the school... so they look the other way."

"Hmm… we really should get going or we’re going to miss out the first lecture."

"Changing the subject are we?"

"Why yes, I am." They both started laughing.

They casually wandered to their first class sipping their coffees on the way.

Several hours and a number of boring "Welcome back" lectures later. Scully was sitting in her favourite little, off-campus, cafe eating a small Caesar salad with a strawberry and banana smoothie just enjoying the scenery. The weather was warm for Autumn, a good 78 F but there was a light breeze flowing through the trees and flowers offsetting the unusual heat.

What Scully liked most about sitting here was being alone and the peace and serenity of it all - that was until the guy she saw earlier at the gym started walking in her direction. She watched him walk across the small cafe, his hair caught the sun coming through the large windows and his eyes glimmered in the sunlight, he was wearing dark blue jeans that rode low on his hips and a white shirt rolled up on his arms.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He looked at her directly in the eyes now, and she could feel him burrowing his way into her soul, gesturing towards the empty seat next to her.

"No, it is not." Scully smiled sheepishly at him and watched him sit down across from her.

"It’s nice here. Very open... and yet rustic"

"Yes, it is" Scully felt herself going shy, and was unable to form long sentences.

"I'm sorry to be so forward. I'm not normally like this," he took a short pause before completing his train of thought "You just looked lonely. My name is William, by the way."

"Hello William, I'm Dana" she took his hand and shook it, she felt unable to breathe because of this man sitting in front of her.

"I was wondering if you attended the University?" Scully simply nodded, William took the chance to express what he really wanted to say "Look, I really came over to say that you are a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you," Scully was covered in crimson blush now and she didn't know what to say, she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, could hear the blood pumping and thrumming in her ears.

"I really must be going, sorry to interrupt your day. It's been nice to meet you, Dana."

"It was nice meeting you, too," Scully answered managing to stumble out the words.

She watched him walk away (eyes distracted by his firm butt). No man had made her lost for words before, no man had really taken an interest in her or at least been so forward about it. She was shocked, to say the least, but very flattered by his attention.

She finished her salad (and smoothie) and made her way back to campus to meet Serah by the water fountain.

"Dana!"

"Hey Serah, are you ready to head to class?"

"Yeah"

Serah picked up her bag and bottled water, said bye to her group of friends and walked alongside Scully. It took about ten minutes to walk to the lecture hall, when they arrived it was already half full. Scully thought two things at that moment It is either a popular subject or he was a very popular man! Serah looked at her as if she knew what she was thinking and grinned.

"It could possibly be both, there a couple of seats over there"

They shuffled through the row of seats to find their spot.

"So, what did you get up to at lunch? You came back a bit flushed."

"I'm fine! Nothing happened." Scully stated, staring off into space and trying not to look at her friend.

"Yeah, right. I heard some more details that should interest you... details about what kind of women he picks for his little game"

"Is that so?"

"Apparently he goes for long haired brunettes and quite tall... or so I have heard."

"Oh, well thank you for the reassurance. Since I'm nothing like that he wouldn't even look at me twice." Scully mumbled while getting her notebook out of her bag.

"Anytime!"

Suddenly the whole lecture hall went quite as Professor F. W. Mulder himself stepped onto the stage at the front of the room. Scully looked up and recognized the man that was about to teach their class, it was William in his blue jeans and white shirt. Their eyes locked onto each other... Shit, she thought.

This was going to be one very long academic year.

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