#it's really easy to point fault

[isekyaaa]

Someone asked me if I take constructive criticism on one of my posts, so I told them I do if they reblog my post and say within the it the reasons why I am wrong. It's been about two days and they haven't replied yet. :/

[highly-flammable]

Shipping discourse in certain fandoms can be truly hilarious because why on earth were people acting like Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t in love with Cami O’Connell and vice versa when he faced Mikael (who had the white oak stake AND Papa Tunde’s blade) while armed with the broken handle of a shovel to save her and she threatened to kill Mikael with the white oak stake to protect him? What show were folks watching?

And while we are on the topic of the white oak, I can’t believe people thought Klaus should have killed Cami for stealing the chess piece in season 3 during their battle of wills, like this is the girl who had pulled a white oak stake out of his heart and risked her life to save him and his repeatedly, in what universe was he actually going to hurt her over this incident when even he knew he had played it wrong by antagonizing her instead of helping her calm down?

[slow-reader-reads-books]

With the rise of the romantasy genre in Western anglophone fiction, and influenced by my personal love of Scum Villain's Self Saving System, for fun I've tried to imagine the same type of comedic transmigratory deconstruction of svsss applied to a romantasy story a la Sarah J Mass, and honesty it's kinda hard to imagine how that'd be done (if done by me). And I realize that that's bc svsss toes a very delicate line of criticizing a genre (stallion novels) while technically being in one, but it turning into a different genre (danmei) without losing its basic characters or worldbuilding and basic feeling of "love".

Shen Yuan as a pov character toes a very fine line, as his purpose as a protagonist is to color how we the readers view the story he's in. If his derision towards stallion novels was truly a 100% thing, he never would have read the book. And if he never read PIDW, how is he supposed to care about the world? How is he supposed to love Binghe? But if he loves it completely, then he'd not want anything to change. Of course him being put in the role of the villain forces him to care about changing things in order to survive, but he also personally has issues with the story other than his personal livelihood that extend beyond that scope.

In the end, though we the real readers never actually get to read PIDW for ourselves, we are taught via Shen Yuan (and to an extent Airplane) that while it has issues and is shallow and faulty in many regards, we don't actually devalue it. We see the value in it via the exploration of its lost potential through the lens of a danmei romance.

And the framing of stallion novels is subtextually (basically text honestly) equated with compulsory heterosexuality. And Shen Yuan reading PIDW yet having so many issues with it subconsciously takes on the character of a uncracked queer engaging with relationships and senses of self they're not actually suited for simply bc they think it's the normal thing to do, and of course they themself are normal. And of course someone who doesn't subconsciously buy it (but consciously chooses to) would "stick with it" yet complain all the while.

Which greatly sets up Shen Yuan to be in a position to find himself within the thing he used as a tool to run away from himself, making the journey towards self discovery still rooted in who he was before, as it's not as if he was straight and then gay. He was always just himself, but now seen through a different lens. Much like the PIDW-SVSSS dichotomy. They're not actually inherently different, they're just happier and more honest with themselves, or less so. They're not different worlds, in the end, just happier or sadder ones. Their building blocks are near identical (save the odd transmigrator).

All of this to say... I can't say I'd be able to do what mxtx has done with stallion novels and danmei to romantasy turned queer isekai. It'd be hard to do with my personal lack of faith in the grounds of romantasy as fertile soil for a queer reframing that explores compulsory cishetnormativity within its own world building and literary genre. Perhaps this lies in the fact that romantasy is often not a male fantasy like stallion novels, and Shen Yuan is a male character entering the world of a male fantasy he had massive critiques of, and NOT as the protagonist who is the receiver of the male empowerment fantasy (while simultaneously entering the female oriented danmei genre as the male protagonist who is indeed set up to eventually get his man... Layers man, svsss has got them).

The equivalent of that for western romantasy is something a bit too vague in my mind, even though the concept of it fascinates me.

Shen Yuan's funky psychology suits the framing of the story perfectly. He's emotionally involved but in a constant state of tension. If he were a healthy person, he'd simply not involve himself with a story that frustrates him so much, and yet he loves Luo Binghe's existence too much to let go. He's found a point of soothing within the otherwise tar pit of a story. And that turned into him finding his true self and true happiness through him, while learning to let go of the "original version" of both himself and PIDW'S world. He need not attach himself to those things anymore, they're not what makes himself happy. And to find your happy ending not in some foreign world unfamiliar to you (going out, dating strangers, facing others with honesty, facing the unknown), but actually just secretly hidden in the world you're already immersed in, isn't that pure wish fulfillment, the very thing stallion novels are meant to be?

In a way, the stallion novel of PIDW indeed did eventually fulfill its purpose of "wish fulfillment for its male audience", just in a different way (and in a way that sort of bridges the binary gender gap of the male and female audience by having a diagetic male audience/reader character who is meant to be perceived by a real majority female audience/readership, bringing a sort of narrative androgyny to everything, albeit one that Shen Yuan doesn't quite perceive, bringing in fun dramatic irony). And that sort of framing in a way validates stallion novels as a genre, while still communicating that they still kinda suck and have issues.

To imagine this same sort of framing repurposed for a transmigration story into romantasy... I can't quite envision how that would work. I'd love to see it attempted though.

And this as a thought excersize has made me rerealize how great Shen Yuan's character is and how suited he is to his specific story, and how well it works as a multilayered metaphor of... basically all kinds of queerness but especially and textually gayness.

[fictionaltrvlr]

Mr Perfectly Fine 2.0

[balkanlila]

i truly don't get people who can't understand why elena clings to ninooooo... it's the same reasoning behind clinging to lila. they seem otherworldly and different, above the disadvantages of their upbringing and surroundings, yet present as more knowledgeable and perceptive about the world and its foundational truths they have no interest in embodying.

[milfbrainrot]

something sick and twisted about how michaela was "training" simone to take over part of the charity, hence her being a mini-michaela, only for that to actually... pan out as accidentally training her to become her husband's new wife

[into-the-milgramverse]

You're 17.... Probably... You think... You don't really care much about your age.

Your family doesn't either. You can barely even remember your last birthday they celebrated. You don't remember when was the last time you saw them smiling. They've turned their back on you, gave up on you entirely.

It wasn't always like that. There was a time when they thought you'd become something, make them proud. But everyone else went ahead of you, while you stayed the same. Never changing, and not understanding the same things others your age should.

But it seems that when you start causing trouble, they notice you again. You kill a few bugs. You kill a few stray animals. And they scold you. But it only happens once or twice. Soon they stop caring.

So you go a step further. You jump over the fence between your home and your neighbor's, and kill the neighbor's dog. Suddenly eyes are on you again. So you kill more pets, and each time you do, you're getting the attention you needed.

So if killing the specific animals people cared about does that, what would killing a human do? After all, people do value human lives more than animal ones. And there's a child in your neighborhood who you've started to envy too. She's constantly praised, and people around you believe she'll achieve a lot in life.

Next thing you know, almost in a flash, your hands are around her neck. A neck that feels cold. She's gone cold. Strangled to death. By your own very hands.

It happened so quickly before you could process it properly. You know it's hurt people around you deeply, but it's also like the world has finally notices you. Both of your parents rush into the room where you're questioned by some uniformed men, and you pass out. You did something horrible, and you feel guilty over it, but you're also feeling happy.

But the feeling of guilt is getting stronger. You haven't fully understood it all yet. Just barely. After constant nightmares, clawing at your chest from pain this emotion is causing, you start to hate yourself. You hate yourself so much you want to die. You wish you could just... Strangle your old self. It feels almost real. As if your hands are around the neck of your younger self again. You feel the younger you desperately try to breathe. And then a bright flashlight is pointed at you.

You look down. Your hands are wrapped around the neck of a second child. You almost just killed a second child. That's it, that's what you did previously, wasn't it? A child who had a much brighter future than you. You killed that child. You're a murderer.

Can your crime ever be forgiven?

Or is it unforgivable?

Well? Can you? Can you forgive yourself?

Or maybe you need help? Wouldn't it be so much easier to have someone else to decide for you?

All you have to wait for is the final vote.

Guilty or Innocent

[void-tiger]

Ekko, Mel, and Vi literally did no wrong ever, and that’s why they were some of the very few to survive.

[themonkey2025]

can i be honest this shit's so bad it's got me posting in r/bpd to feel for five seconds like other people GET it and i don't have to explain myself

[lumberwoof]

some good advice for Amiya, though I feel like both these points are ones that Liskarm and Franka have argued with each other about

[sysig]

Tainted batch (Patreon)

[amplexadversary]

I think the biggest thing that is necessary to take into consideration with tumblr polls is that tumblr is 1) THE mischievous responder bias website and 2) tumblr is not a WELL designed website (it just fails to be actively hostile like its "peers") and that creates noise that people can't really control. Getting a rigorous survey is one of the more difficult problems in statistics because potential sources of bias are popping out of every detail, but tumblr in particular makes effectively no effort to control that bias (and introduces several unique sources of its own).

All that is to say if you want to run a poll that's any more rigorous than "hehe just for fun" you kind of have to approach it from the beginning intending to use outside tools to count exact numbers of votes and be ready to do some math to get around the site's limitations.

can you tell that there's something bothering me

[forestryfae]

but like for real idk where i have this idea that i dont need anything from. something i just want? yeah but i dont need it. something i need or would actively benefit from? yeah but i COULD go without it so i should and if i really needed it id try to make do with waht i have to begin with. something i actually 100% need? i should really look around first and see if i can find something cheaper or some way to do it myself and if i cant it just shouldnt happen.

like i really wanna talk to a physiotherapist about my back and see if we can do soemthing about my posture, my body in general but mainly my back, see if theres a reaon why theres One Spot that cracks so much in my back. but at the same time i should just go online and see if i can find videos on how to do stretches myself and i should do those instead, i shouldnt need an instructor and its actually embarrassing that i would want someone to teach me how to stretch or work out properly. same w food. i wanna try something new? actually no i probably wont cook it and i should save my money for food i actually need. buying toilet cleaner? no i dont need it i have a pack at home, despite that one being dogshit and me having to buy a new one is directly linked to how it doesnt clean well, so i should make do until ive used the one i already have. new underwear? not a neccessity despite it being a neccessity and something i could benefit from having more of. art supplies i will use? no i have other art supplies and buying things for my hobbies or just so i can have fun isnt a neccessity even though joy is a literal neccessity

like idk. i choose to blame my mom and dad for being bad parents and never spending money on me if they didnt absolutely have to, my mom being a shitty legal guardian who made me do all the work while retaining control over all legal things and not including me in it, on top of like the lack of food in my childhood and teens and adult life on account of either bad parenting or extreme mental illness or just not having budgeting skills and not having an easy time going to the store at all because of the lack of transportation.

that and my mom and brother consistently being like "yeah but you dont need it" as if they know what i need and dont need and they have any say in what i own and dont own and what i can and cant buy, like i cant even see a nice shirt and be like oh look cus ill immediately get like "yeah but how many shirts do you own do you really need that" instead of just "oh thats so cool" or "oh nice" or "nice look at this though" like. im an adult. i can decide myself what i need and dont need.

but yeah i think all of the whole bullshit going on as a kid and a teen and with the house, which i literally can not get into without feeling really upset and angry and just not understanding how anyone could treat me like that when i was so little or needed help becoming independent or i was so ill and so on. i was not able to see it in the moment but i was not having a good time at all a lot of the time back then and it was genuinely not something anyone should have had to go through. like what the fuck

but yeah im wondering if thats part of why im now just instinctively depriving myself of all and anything. like food, clothes, hobbies, even just going outside for a walk is a fuckery to deal with for some reason. like. what even. like maybe i should just be allowed to exist and need things?? its not gonna kill me to buy a sift so i can sift chunks out of sauces or buy more underwear or get a box or a trashcan for my bedroom or whatever. idk. its dumb as shit i gotta stop doing that. mone IS tight and things are getting more expensive but that doesnt mean i cant make my life easier wherever possible or buy fucking milk

[bubacorn]

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[b4tgirlz]

practice round

dick grayson x fem!reader

summary; when some guy takes an interest in you, your extremely thoughtful best friend dick convinces you that you need a little more… experience. and who better to help you practice, than himself?

warnings; 18+, manipulation, yandere-lite themes… best friends <3 nsfw, reader is inexperienced, but not a virgin, possessiveness, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill)

author’s note; felt depraved things writing this… if you enjoy then let me know!

You’re sat on your bed, curled up near the edge where Dick is sprawled out on the floor beside you, scrolling through his phone.

He noticed a slight shift in your behaviour about ten minutes ago when you’d received a notification on your phone. He wonders if you’re going to tell him about it — he supposes it doesn’t really matter if you don’t. He’ll just look through it later, but of course he wants you to be the one to share.

You look so nervous, knees drawn up to your chest like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. It’s adorable. It’s pathetic. It makes something sharp twist in Dick’s stomach.

Finally, you blurt it out. “So… this guy asked me out.”

Dick stills, his finger hovering over his phone screen as he freezes in place. “Yeah? Who?”

You say his name like you’re embarrassed and Dick smiles, slow and easy. But inside, he’s seething. It takes a lot to keep his expression carefully neutral. He’s heard you talk about this guy before, offhandedly calling him cute. He has no idea you may have possibly been forming a crush on him.

You hug your pillow against your chest and scrunch up your nose. “He’s so… popular. You know? Good looking. Everyone’s obsessed with him, so I don’t know…”

“Sure,” Dick mumbles, pretending to focus on his Instagram feed again. “He’s been with… what, half the senior class?”

You wince. Dick thanks the universe in this moment that the guy who has taken an interest in you is basically a manwhore. It’s going to make this so much easier.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I guess. He’s really, uh, experienced.”

Dick turns around to face you properly. He scans your face, assessing the way you bite at your lip and look down, your gaze faraway somewhere. “Wait, you’re nervous.”

He forces himself to sound surprised, but of course he knows you’re nervous. He’s banking on it, in fact.

You nod, sighing as you lean back on your bed. “What if I’m not enough for him in… y’know, that area. He’s probably used to girls who know what they’re doing and I’ve barely even—”

“Hey, hey,” Dick cuts you off, getting up to take a seat next to you on the bed and reaching a hand out to lightly squeeze your knee. “You’re more than enough, sweetheart.”

He means that. You’re way more than that jackass deserves. Dick has heard how he’s talked about women before. Even if this guy wasn’t scum, there’s no way in hell Dick is going to let him have you. The gears in his mind are already turning and there’s a growing excitement in his lower belly that he can hardly contain.

“You just said that he’s been with so many people,” you point out, frowning at him.

Dick sighs, like it pains him to say it. “Yeah, well. Sure, he’s probably used to certain things. Stuff he’s probably expecting without even thinking about it. But that isn’t your fault.”

You stare at him, looking utterly crestfallen. He can practically hear your heart sinking and it only spurs him on as he shifts closer to you, dropping his voice into something more intimate and safe.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you. You know that right?”

“Thanks, Dick,” you mumble, trying to smile. But he’s not done.

“It’s just guys like him,” Dick continues slowly and deliberately, carefully choosing his words. “They get bored really fast. If something feels too new… too awkward…”

He trails off, allowing the implication to hang heavy between you. Dick is well aware that you’re not a virgin, but you may as well be. He’s talking bullshit, obviously. He knows that this guy would kill to have you in his bed and that your lack of experience would only make you more appealing to his sick mind. Dick would know, considering his mind is even sicker when it comes to you. The difference is that you actually mean something to Dick.

“Oh,” you whisper, dropping your gaze. You look disappointed and Dick knows exactly what to say next.

“Look, if you’re that worried,” he starts, sighing like you’ve presented him with a problem. “You could always practice.”

You blink at him, startled. “Practice?”

He smiles at you, all warm and encouraging like he’s offering you a life raft. “Yeah. To get comfortable. Figure out what you like, what feels good. What to do. So that when it matters, you’re not nervous.”

You let out a nervous laugh, hesitating. “I guess. But, with who?”

Dick shrugs, noncommittal. “Me, if you want.”

As expected, you whip your head up to gape at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “What?”

He rolls his eyes, as though what you’re saying is silly. “Don’t make it weird,” he chuckles under his breath, keeping his hand on your knee. “We’re best friends. You trust me, right?”

You open your mouth, like you’re about to argue but then you shut it. Because you do trust him �� you always have. “Yeah, I do, but—”

“Doesn’t have to mean anything,” he says, softening his voice even more. Every word coming out of his mouth is a lie, but they’re necessary, really. You don’t know what you want yet, which is exactly why he’s here to help. “And wouldn’t you want to practice with someone you’re comfortable with? Someone who only wants to make you feel good and confident. To teach you how to make someone happy.”

Lies, lies, lies. He has no intention of letting that happen.

Dick starts to stroke your wrist, thumb gliding lazy circles over your pulse like he’s trying to calm you down. Judging by the way it quickens, he’s doing the opposite and he has to fight to hide his grin.

Your voice cracks when you finally whisper back. “You really think it’ll help?”

“Yeah, but it’s totally up to you. You don’t have to decide right now,” he says lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and marvelling at how your gaze is tracking his every movement. “If you’re already this nervous…”

Your voice comes out impossibly small. “What would we even do?”

Dick’s mouth twitches as he tries not to smile triumphantly. He’s got you exactly where he wants and he’s elated.

“We can just kiss for now,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips, immediately making them part. Fuck, he’s going to have a hard time stopping if that’s all you want to do. “Whatever you want.”

After hesitating for a second and testing Dick’s patience, you finally nod. It’s shy, barely a movement of your head, but you’re smiling at him and Dick feels it go straight to his groin.

“Okay, then,” he murmurs, agreeable like you’ve coaxed him into it. “Do you want to set the pace, or should I?”

Your shoulders relax a little at the kindness in his voice and you swallow. “You… you can.”

He almost groans at your words. So submissive, so willing. You’re giving him permission to do what he wants and oh, he’s going to take it.

Dick gently positions you so that you’re facing him a little closer, sneaking his hand around to your back like he’s done a million times. Except this time, he gently lifts up your chin and offers you a reassuring smile and you can’t help returning it, albeit nervously. It’s Dick after all — your best friend in the whole world. And he’s such a good one for helping you out, right?

As if you’re getting impatient, you glance down at his lips and he decides that’s enough playing around.

Dick leans forward and brushes his lips against yours to test the waters. When you don’t move away, he presses his mouth to yours and your eyes flutter shut.

You’re a little stiff at first, hesitant and unsure as you allow Dick to lead. And he’s more than happy to show you.

He tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss as his hand slips back to cradle the back of your neck. His fingers tangle in your hair, fully controlling your movements and you let out the tiniest, most helpless whimper he’s ever heard from you.

Dick nearly loses it there and then.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak, and his lips brush yours with every word. “You can kiss me back, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice coaxing and patient. He brushes his knuckles against your spine and swallows hard when you instinctively arch up into him. “Just… follow what I do.”

You nod, your expression dazed and faraway and when he leans in again, you press your mouth to his in a soft kiss.

Dick smiles against you, rewarding you by slanting his mouth more firmly against yours. This time he lets the kiss linger, letting you feel his warmth, the careful way he parts his lips to guide you how to breathe through it.

When you mimic him, he hums low in his throat, the noise vibrating against your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispers, barely pulling back, his voice rough with approval. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your lips turn up, a shy smile gracing your face as you shiver slightly. “Thank you,” you mumble out, like you’re embarrassed.

Dick has manipulated you into kissing him and you’re thanking him. He’s so giddy he could burst.

Instead he settles for kissing you again, even deeper as his hands slide down to your hips where they lightly squeeze. The action makes you gasp softly against the kiss and he uses it, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip.

You stiffen, unsure and he immediately soothes you, hand against the side of your thigh. Your nerves are so cute. Almost as cute as the strawberry lipgloss that he’s tasting, which he knows is your favourite.

“Open up for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice dripping with patience. “Just a little. Let me in.”

You part your lips, all hesitant and sweet and Dick rewards you immediately by slipping his tongue in your mouth. You melt against him some more and he takes it as a sign to go further until he’s licking into your mouth, kissing you like he’s trying to eat you alive.

He’s borderline devouring you, getting hungrier when he feels you start to move with him, gasping into his mouth and making soft, pleased noises.

Dick can feel how overwhelmed you already are when you helplessly reach out to grab the fabric of his t-shirt, clutching him like a lifeline. He needs more.

Pulling back far enough to speak, he tries to control his own breathing. It’s just so hard when he’s this excited. “When a guy really likes a girl…” he says lowly. “He won’t wanna stop at just kissing. You wanna make sure you’re ready for all of that?”

You stiffen for a second and Dick decides to change his tune, gently kissing your forehead like he always does and begins to shift back a little.

“I mean, we don’t have to,” he relents, trying to sound as flippant as he possibly can when his hard on is painfully straining against his jeans. He begins to slide his hands away from your body as though he’s unaffected. As though his jaw isn’t clenched from the restraint of not touching you. “We can stop.”

“No!” Your hands shoot out to hold his own in place where they grip your waist and your eyes don’t leave his mouth for a second. Your’e panting softly, lips swollen and bitten — courtesy of Dick — and your eyes are glassy. “I— we don’t have to stop… I want to keep going. Please.”

Who is he to deny you when you ask so sweetly?

“Whatever you want,” he agrees, voice calm as ever. But his blood is hot and he’s trying so hard not to rip off your clothes and fuck you into the mattress until your bed is broken in half. All in good time, he tells himself as he guides you further back. “Lie down for me?”

You rest your head against your pillows obediently and Dick runs his hands up your sides, slowly and teasingly. “I’m going to take off your shirt now.”

Nodding, you lift up your arms when he begins to peel away your oversized t-shirt, shrugging it over your head to toss it to the ground. Dick’s eyes don’t leave your chest and it’s like he’s a man possessed when he immediately leans down to drop kisses to your neck and down your chest, grazing the swell of your breasts.

“So, so pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, his hands sliding behind your back to fumble with your bra clasp. You don’t stiffen this time and he takes it as permission to unclasp it before sliding your straps down your arms and leaning back to stare at you. “Fuck…”

You shrink under his gaze, trying to place your hands over your chest when he doesn’t move, and the action snaps him out of it.

“Don’t cover up,” he instructs, impatiently brushing your hands away before looking directly into your eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A little laugh leaves you, like you don’t believe him and he decides it’s high time to convince you. Ducking his head down, Dick immediately swipes his tongue across your hardened nipple and you hiss, hand flying up to muffle your gasps as he starts to suck. Everywhere. He’s biting and licking at your chest, purposely leaving marks. If you try and do this with anyone else, they’ll know he was here first with all the blossoming bruises he’s sucking onto your skin.

Your gasps are coming out too quietly for his liking.

“No, don’t cover your mouth,” he says firmly, circling your wrists with his much larger hands to guide them away and pin them to your sides. “Guys like it when you’re noisy.”

Translation: Dick wants to hear you scream.

He returns his mouth to your body, this time venturing lower as he peppers kisses to your stomach. Lower and lower until he’s at the waistband of your shorts. He kisses around your belly button, nipping at your skin to distract you from your nerves as he slides the shorts down your legs.

You’re not even protesting anymore. In fact, you’re eager as you kick the item of clothing off your body. Dick huffs out a laugh against your belly when he sees your pink cherry-print panties. He recognises them from all the times he’s rifled through your underwear draw — it’s his favourite pair.

“Stop laughing,” you say breathlessly as you playfully tug on a strand of Dick’s hair. “It’s laundry day.”

“No, it’s cute,” he says, completely serious as you roll your eyes. The attitude you give him makes him want to fuck it out of you and so he swipes his thumb across the centre of your panties, right where your clit is, pulling a breathless sound from you. “So, so cute.”

You’re already soaked through the pink and red fabric, your wetness forming a damp spot visible through your panties and he grins. Shit, he’s barely touched you.

Dick props up your legs for better access and tugs at your panties, sliding them down to your ankles and then he groans.

He sounds like you’ve just sucker-punched him and before you have the time to process it, Dick sinks a finger into you easily and without any friction.

You’re so wet that it slides right in and the sounds that leave your lips make Dick’s mouth water. You’re gasping on choked breaths as he moves in and out of you, dragging his digit against your walls.

“So responsive,” he exhales, keeping a slow pace as not to overwhelm you. It only lasts a second though, as he can’t help wondering what other noises he can get out of you. His other hand comes up to start circling at your clit and your hand flys up to grab at his inky black locks.

“Oh, sh…shit. Dick, oh my God,” you whimper as the double stimulation makes your body twitch. You’re so consumed by pleasure that you probably don’t realise how hard you’re pulling on his hair — it’s a good thing he likes it. “Oh, please…”

He thinks he could die right now, hearing you beg him. For what, you don’t sound sure, but he obliges you with something. That something being a second finger which slides in almost as easily as the first.

The whine that leaves you is music to his ears and he pumps his fingers in and out, stretching you open in preparation. “Good?”

His question is teasing, since he can tell from the way your eyes are screwed shut that you do think it’s good. You nod nonetheless, whimpering out a “Yeah, so good. S-so good, Dick.”

Dick hums, increasing his pace absentmindedly as his erection brushes against your sheets. He’s practically humping your duvet, it’s pathetic. But he can’t bring himself to feel shameful about it when you’re looking so fucked out before him and he’s barely even done anything.

Fuck, he’s nearly drooling and so he decides the only thing to do is remove his hand from your clit. Your eyes flutter open at the loss of contact, despite his fingers still moving inside of you.

“Wait, what are you— Nngh.”

Dick flattens his tongue against your cunt and drags it up over your clit. You cry out, tangling your fingers further in his hair and keeping his head between your legs. Not that you need to when he’s eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue is moving against you like you’re his last meal while his fingers curl upwards into your pussy, making your eyes prick with tears. The second he starts sucking at your clit, you arch off the bed and helplessly grind against his face, covering his chin in your slick.

Dick moans into your cunt, pulling away a little to ask you in between licks. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

When he doesn’t hear an answer, his fingers pause in their movements and he lifts his head up to look at you.

“I— I don’t know,” you whisper, breathing heavily. “I’ve never… y’know, I haven’t—”

You’ve never had an orgasm

It feels like Dick’s luckiest day alive, he thinks to himself and he can’t help the wicked grin that splits across his face. His slides his fingers out of you, making you whine and his grin widens as he climbs over you, swiping a hand over his mouth before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he says soothingly, starting to pepper kisses over your cheek and jaw. “We still have more practicing. You’re going to cum on my cock for the first time, okay?”

“Okay.” Your response is almost immediate and he huffs out a laugh at how willing you are now. Any hesitation has since left you and Dick doesn’t have to convince you to do anything.

Not when you’re tugging at his shirt to take it off, which he happily obliges, reaching behind his back with one hand to shrug it over his head.

You exhale shakily, reaching out tentatively to trail your fingers over the sculpted lines of his chest, the hard ridges of muscle and the soft scattering of dark hair trailing down to disappear into his jeans.

“You’re beautiful too,” you say under your breath with a shy smile and he lets out a broken laugh, rough and shaky, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss at your pulse point.

He’s going to absolutely ruin you.

When your hand drags down his abdomen and further down to his waistband, Dick shudders — a harsh tremor wracking through his body.

“Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “Take off my jeans.”

Your fingers fumble to unbutton them and before he knows it, he’s tugging them off and you’re looking down at his cock straining impossibly hard against his boxers.

Dick doesn’t need to instruct you this time, and you’re hastily undressing him, allowing his achingly hard cock to spring free. You let out a breath at the sight of him, his leaking tip practically sore from neglect.

Your hands come up to hesitantly wrap around him, dragging his precum down his length to better stroke him. You do it painfully slow and he hisses through gritted teeth, jerking his hips into your hand which is so, so tiny compared to him.

“Am I doing this right?”

Your quizzical voice nearly makes him buckle, and he decides he’s had enough of not being inside of you.

“You’re perfect,” he promises, sliding a hand up the expanse of your thigh to squeeze your ass. “You’re more than perfect, but if you keep going, I’m going to cum all over your hand and that’s not what we’re practising today.”

You give him a sheepish smile, removing your warm hand and letting it rest by your side while he hovers over you.

Dick glances over your naked frame and nearly sighs aloud at the sight, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Are you ready?”

“Ready,” you say, nodding at him to continue.

Dick brings his length to your cunt and drags it up and down once to cover the tip in your slick, marvelling at the natural lubricant. He’s not going to need anything else to slip right in and when your body twitches at the feeling of his head dragging against your clit, he smirks.

And then he slips the tip right into you, slowly working you through the delicious burn as you gasp. In the back of his mind, he’s a little bit concerned that you haven’t bothered to ask him to wear a condom (not that he was going to — he knows exactly what birth control you’re on, it’s fine), but your compliance is so naive. He’s glad it’s just for him.

“Ohhh, fuck. You’re doing so well, you can take it,” he grunts out, trying to go further in as slow as possible. His hands are clenched around your sheets as he slowly pushes and pushes deeper into you. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Huh? You gonna take all of me?”

“Yes, please, please, please,” you mutter, voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.

“Please what?” Dick stills, not moving another inch as he freezes halfway inside of you. “What do you want me to do, baby? Use your words.”

“Dick,” you rasp out, trying to buck your hips up for more, but Dick grabs your waist and pins you down. You can’t move an inch when he does this. “Please, please, I want more!”

He leans down to chuckle in your ear before he buries himself into you, sinking all the way down to the hilt.

He only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he’s pulling out and slamming back into you. The cry that leaves you is so beautiful and Dick wants to hear it again and again and so, all of a sudden, he’s driving his hips right into you with a desperation.

His cock is stretching you out more than his fingers ever could and you’re so wonderfully tight that Dick can feel every last inch of your velvety walls wrapped around him, sucking him in like something vicious and needy.

You’re practically incoherent now, the whimpers that leave you are basically sobs as Dick fucks into you hard and fast.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he grits out, sweaty curls falling into his eyes as he doesn’t falter in his thrusts. He leans down to press his body against yours as he continues to pound your hot, weeping cunt. “You’re a fucking natural, you know that? You don’t need the practice, you’re perfect. He doesn’t even deserve you. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve to look at you, let alone fuck you.”

Dick’s control and flippant attitude is slipping as he mumbles the words against your skin, but what else can you expect when you’re scraping your nails down his back and pressing your tits against his chest? He doesn’t even care about fucking you under the guise of practice anymore and instead he’s whispering cruelly into your ear.

“You’re so fucking gone for my cock, I bet you can’t even remember his name,” he chuckles against the shell of your ear and you let out another sob, shaking your head frantically. “What is it, baby? What’s his name?”

“I don’t…” you trail off, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back into your head when Dick lifts up your leg to position it over his shoulder, hitting a brand new angle that makes your whole body tense and writhe. He repeats the question and you whine, arching your back even more as you clutch his bicep. “Fuck! I— I don’t know, oh my God, I don’t remember. Oh, Dick, please, it’s so good! You’re so fucking good, I can’t—”

Dick smirks into your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he pants. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

He leans back and brings your other leg over his other shoulder to drive his length into you impossibly deep and you scream his name so loudly that there’s no way your neighbours could miss it.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours are so obscene in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom that he wishes he could record it to listen to the audio later. He makes a mental note for next time.

As soon as Dick feels your cunt begin to clench around him, he knows you’re close and fuck if he isn’t too. Sweat is coating his back and he feels out of control — you don’t look any better as there are tears of pleasure running down your cheeks, your tits bouncing with every thrust, the sheen of sweat over them catching in the light.

Fuck, he groans out a guttural noise as he picks up the pace to piston into you like a fucking machine. Reaching over in between your legs, he starts to rub quick circles into your clit with his thumb, leaning down to spit on it.

He watches with awe as his thumb rubs his spit into your cunt and the more he circles your clit, the harder he slams into you. Soon, you’re coming so hard that your body trembles with a high pitched whine and your nails are drawing blood down Dick’s back.

The way your cunt is clutching his cock through your orgasm makes him follow quickly and he’s as much of a wreck as you are, burying his face in your neck and sliding his arms under you to pull you close to him as his hips begin to falter. Before he knows it, Dick is shooting hot ropes of cum all over your walls with a choked groan.

It feels never ending, the way you’re milking him for all he’s worth and he decides he never wants to separate from you, keeping himself buried inside of you as he collapses onto you.

He leans most of his weight on his arms beside you, but he’s close enough to feel your racing heartbeat against his chest as you catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he pants, one of his hands coming over to rest on your belly where he traces his fingers. “So fucking good…”

Your lips curve up into a smile and although it’s tired, he can tell you’re pleased.

He presses soft kisses into your temple, still buried deep inside of you. Your legs stay wrapped around him and your arms encircle his broadness in a bear hug, not eager to let go any time soon.

Dick is such a good best friend, after all.

[cathnospam]

Bakugo makes you laugh, A LOT and it drives him insane.

“It was not that damn funny.”

You try to conceal the snickers from your mouth, but fail horribly. All he did was mutter something about Mineta being a punk ass and it had you giggly.

At first he used to take offense by it, maybe you were laughing AT him and not what he says, almost like mocking him, that wasn’t until Deku quickly explained in passing that you laugh very easily.

But you don’t laugh this damn much with anybody else but him. At this point he thought you had a similar quirk to Ms. Joke, and he nicknamed you Giggles.

You both were studying in the library like you both usually do during exam week, and Bakugo noticed you haven’t been Miss. Cackle the past few days. Not even a smile actually and you’d think it would have been some relief for him from hearing your laugh obxonious laugh, but he’s actually more annoyed.

He looks up from his book and glances at you across the table, you’re typing away, with a less that neutral look on your face. Lips somehow forming a pout and eyes looking droopy. He scoffs going back to his work, but it was an itch he needed to scratch with you..?

“Who pissed in your breakfast.”

“What?”

“You been looking like a sad lost puppy all week what the hell is your problem.”

The corner of your lips cracked upwards a bit, almost as if you were fighting to smile, but instead you shrug, “‘Nothing you needa worry about. Why.”

It was almost concerning how calm you sounded. Your voice was more tame that you didn’t even sound recognizable which make Bakugo crease his brows, “You suck at lying. Is it, because of that shitty boyfriend you have pissed you off.”

He was referring to Shindo, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he was a guy you got close with after meeting him a few years ago, but Bakugo was half right he was part of the problem.

You had a small crush on Shindo , but overheard him tell his classmates how he isn’t into you like that mainly because you’re not his type and how much he can’t stand how loud you talk/laugh sometimes.

It hurt hearing it, when he found out you heard he tried apologizing but you didn’t wanna hear it, so since then you’ve turn self conscious about speaking and laughing too loudly for the past week to avoid anymore issues that you have caused with people.

After slowly explaining to the Blonde he rolled his eyes, “You’re ganna let the walking vibrator dictate your life too? So stupid.”

“You hate my laugh too. What does it matter.”

Bakugo stayed silent for a moment while you went back to work. Thinking how could he word what he wants to say without sounding like an idiot, “I never said that, besides you never stopped even when I did tell you your laugh was annoying. If you want to cackle like a hyena who gives a fuck—“

You break into a snicker but end up covering it with your hand. He cracks a proud smirk, he almost forgot what you looked like with a smile, “I don’t wanna be loud. Just can’t help it.”

“We know.”

You giggle at his deadpanned voice, it really wasn’t your fault, you’re just so easy to please and Bakugo knows that, “Giggly ass, and I seen you almost laugh when Denki tripped at the lecture today.”

“Becauuseee he is always so dramatic when he falls.” You whined into a chuckle, sharing a small one with him.

It was a start of many more shared laughs after studying, Katsuki even tried to be just a LITTLE bit more funnier than usual when walking back to the dorms. When you finally cracked a real loud one out he felt himself grinning at you.

“Katsuki Alexander Bakugo are you smiling?”

“Don’t you EVER say my full name like that again got dammit I will blow you the hell UP!”

You almost fall to your knees of how funny his reaction was to you, it felt so good to smile again. You missed it, and so did everybody else the next day apparently.

Mina and some others thought you were depressed, Deku assumed you were sick, Denki outwardly blamed Bakugo which got him smacked, and IIda actually missed your loud noises as well.

Your classmates enjoyed your presence more than you thought they did.

But Bakugo missed it the most.

Your laughs drives him insane, because he loves to hear them.