#but i refuse to Not Be Good with this F/O!! i wanna get better i wanna be rly rly happy with him!!

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Your resident Crawling Chaos, back with more OPLA headcanons.

Another huge thanks to everyone who's been sharing and liking and following. You're all just amazing. I'm working on getting through these headcanons alongside an ask request, that latter of which I'm almost finished with and may be up tonight.

Without further ado, it's headcanons with everyone's favorite green-haired swordsman, Zoro!

Whoops, wrong gif.

I'm SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST.

I mean it's totally normal to pick at the people you love.

So, headcanons. Like Mihawk and Shanks, ranging from total fluff to spicy, and very much NSFW.

LA!Zoro X Fem!Reader

A— Through —Z(oro)

A — Afterglow (How are they have sex?)

Considering how much effort he exerts training on a daily basis, he's going to fall asleep pretty quickly.

But you're not going anywhere.

Not with his arms curled around you, holding you against his chest.

Even if he's already asleep, his grip is going to tighten around your waist, keeping you close.

He hasn't been close to many people in his life, and he's pretty starved for physical affection, so your warmth is positively addictive to him.

B — Backrubs? (Do they like them? Like giving them?)

Looks at you like you're speaking another language if you offer him one.

"Wha...why?"

But he's not going to turn it down.

And he's never going to turn it down again after the first time.

"O...oh. Oh—that feels—oh shit yeah..."

He thought that "sore" was just the default state of anyone who spent the vast majority of their time physically active.

He'll try to return the favor if you want one. He's a little clumsy about it since it's not exactly something he's used to doing, but his hands always feel nice and he takes instruction well enough.

It's not long before his hands are wandering, though.

Not that you're complaining.

C — Cuddling (Do they enjoy cuddling a lot or only at certain moments?)

Zoro likes having you close, but mostly in private.

He loves to bury his face in the crook of your neck while you comb your fingers through his hair.

Wrap his arm tight around your waist and just breathe you in.

D — Dance (Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it?)

Says he has two left feet, but he's never realy tried.

He'll let you try to teach him, but he's going to complain the whole time.

"Come on, what's the point in this? Can't we just spar instead?"

And probably blush a little about how close you are.

And definitely never admit out loud that he actually enjoys it.

E — Extravagant Gestures (Things they do to make you feel loved)

Zoro is pretty new to this, so you're going to have to bear with him.

He's spent the entirety of his life focused on his career as a swordsman and never taken any time for romance before.

Doesn't really think much about doing anything extravagant.

But he will literally put his life on the life to keep you safe.

Even if he knows you're pretty strong yourself, he goes completely ferral if he sees you've been hurt.

F — Fighting (How do they hand arguments/apologies?)

He has to always get the last word in.

Turns into a bit of an overgrown toddler, honestly. Slamming doors and being in general grumpy about the whole ordeal.

Refusing to talk about the problem for a while, then feeling guilty after the fact.

Approaching you later when no one else is around, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Look, I probably...could have handled that better. Not really used to this, but—y'know. Sorry."

If he sees you've been crying he's instantly gutted.

G — Going Out (What do they do for dates?)

If you have anything specific in mind, you're going to have to do the planning.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy spending time together—he just doesn't really understand what constitutes a "date"

Gets a little awkward about asking.

"Hey, ah—you know, I'll probably get lost if I leave the ship by myself so...wanna go do something?"

H — Heartache (How would they handle it if you broke up with them?)

He's going to do everything in his power to act like he's unaffected.

But everyone notices it.

Snapping and being more short-tempered than usual.

Spending more and more time training and napping.

Deflecting when anyone asks about it.

Unable to get you out of his head and working himself to the point of overexertion just to try to ignore his thoughts.

I — Intimacy (When are they intimate with you? And how often?)

Mostly in private.

Will probably curl his arm around your waist when you stand close.

Straight-up blushes when you kiss him in front of the rest of the crew at first, even on the cheek, but he gets used to it over time and starts returning the gesture.

In private, it's a miracle if he's not holding you.

He absolutely loves it when you lay across his chest with your cheek at his shoulder.

J — Joker (How do they make you laugh)

Not really one for cutting jokes, but his sarcastic one-liners are an art form.

Especially when he gets into an insult-match with Sanji.

Even if you are typically the one who has to break it up before comes to blows.

K — Kissing (How good? How often?)

He honestly loves kissing you, and he's going to take any chance to pull you aside to do so.

He's starved himself of physical affection for the vast majority of his life, so he savors every second of it.

Pulling you against him by your hips and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Or walking you back into the wall and leaning over you with his hand over your head.

Slow, deep kisses when you wake up in his arms are his weakness.

L — Lay down (How do they sleep with you? Are they a cuddler or do they prefer their space?)

He has to have you against him.

Laid across his chest with an arm around your back.

If you wake up before him, you're not going anywhere until he's ready to move.

If you're too busy to nap, he's going to wait until you're not.

Absolutely refuses to lay down without you at any given time.

M — Making babies (Do they want to settle down and have kids?)

Yeah, no.

At least not for a very long time.

His dream of being the world's greatest swordsman takes precedence right now. Having a kid would make that borderline impossible.

N — Nervous? (How confident are they when it comes to romance?)

As confident as Zoro is about everything else, this whole romance thing has him pretty out of his element.

Had a few one night stands and flings during his time pirate hunting, but never anything serious.

He would never admit that he's nervous, but he's more obvious than he thinks.

Trying to act aloof but stumbling over words.

Getting legitimately surprised when you do the simplest little things for him.

O — Oral Fixation (Giving or recieving? And how good are they?)

Your mouth makes him weak.

Shivering when you wrap your hand around his cock and trail your tongue up the length and wrap your lips around the head.

Gripping your hair with both hands, alternating between laying his head back and watching you.

He's pretty sure he'd go crazy if he watched you the entire time, especially with the way you gaze up to meet his eyes.

Holding your head still when it gets too good to hold back and thrusting back to your throat.

"Oh fuck I love it when you gag on it—"

He's definitely returning the favor.

Picking you up and setting you on the nearest surface—a bed, a hammock, a table, anywhere he can tug off your panties and pull your legs over his shoulders.

Slow and sensual, but not teasing—he just loves hearing your little moans and whimpers, feeling your thighs trembling.

Pushing one or two fingers in and out of you so he can feel you tighten up when you come.

P — Pet Peeves (Things they don't like in a partner)

Nagging. You asked him to do something and he's going to do it, don't get pushy about it or it's going to take him even longer.

Lack of communication—he is new to this whole relationship thing, you can't expect him to know everything you want all the time if you don't tell him.

Flirting with Sanji. Just don't. He can and will murder that shitty waiter.

Q — Quiet Time (How much alone time do they need, or do they want to be with you 24/7?)

He's always been a solitary person, and it surprises him juat how much time he wants to spend with you.

Doesn't want you glued to his side or anything, but he'd rather be with you than not be with you.

Especially in a new place. He knows you can handle yourself, but still gets worried something might happen to you and takes it upon himself to act as your personal body guard.

And let's face it, he'd get lost if he went off on his own anyway.

R — Romance (How romantic are they? Do they have to force it or does it come natural?)

For not having much experience, he's honestly incredibly sweet when you're alone together

Playing with your hair.

Foreheads touching just so he can look into your eyes.

Slow, tender kisses and gentle caresses.

"You're way too good for me."

Gets absolutely flustered if anyone walks in, and you giggling about it doesn't help.

S — Spending Money (How much do they like to spend on you?)

To be fair, he doesn't really have much money. None of you do.

But he's pretty insistent on paying for both of you if you go out together, even if that's all he can do right now.

He wants to buy things for you, and if the crew ever strikes it big, he plans on making up for it.

T — Trust (Are they trusting of you? Jealous?)

Zoro has a lot of trust issues in general, but he's pretty trusting of you.

You haven't given him any reason not to trust you.

He still hasn't told you everything about his past, but he's getting around to it.

U — Underwear (What kind do they wear, and what kind do they like on you?)

He's not very particular about his own underwear.

Definitely comfort and maneuverability over looks, but if you have a preference he's fine with it, as long as it's not thongs or something.

Don't even ask, he's not.

But he loves seeing you in a thong. The skimpier the better.

If he can reach under your skirt and feel your bare ass, he's going to be absolutely ferral for you in an instant.

V — Vulnerable (How vulnerable are they with you? Is it easy for them to open up to you?)

He's more vulnerable with you than he is with anyone else.

Still doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, but he's trying.

Used to handling everything himself so it's a steep learning curve.

Tries to voice things that bother him, even if it comes out a little forced and awkward, but he makes the effort, and you're proud of him for it.

W — Wine and Dine (Do they prefer meals at home or going out with you? Who does more of the cooking?)

A cook Zoro definitely is not.

He'd rather take you out and not have to deal with Sanji, but money is an object.

He loves watching you cook. He might even offer to help, but you probably shouldn't let him.

He could burn a pot of boiling water.

X — X-Rated (How good are they in bed? What do they like?)

Very passionate, and a little playful.

It drives him crazy when you tease him.

Bend over in front of him in a skirt and he's going to be dragging you off somewhere private in seconds.

Pushing you up against a wall and pushing your skirt up your hips.

Kissing you hard enough to bruise and pulling you against him by your ass so you can feel him get hard.

Shivering, kissing and growling against your neck when you rub him through his pants.

"God, you're such a little fucking tease..."

And he absolutely loves it.

Not wasting any time in pulling your shirt and your bra off so he can feel every inch of you.

Teasing your nipples with his thumb while he grips your ass harder to grind against you.

Wrestling out of his shirt when you get on your knees in front of him.

Tangling his hands in his hair and groaning when you wrap your lips around his cock.

Losing control fast and holding your head still to fuck your mouth until you're gagging on him.

Letting you go when you dig your fingers into his hips and pulling you back up by your hair, picking you up by your ass and kissing down the column of his throat while he catches his breath.

Laying you down on the nearest surface and kissing down your body.

Trying to get himself back under control so he doesn't cum within two minutes.

Pulling your skirt down and flinging it away, before giving you a grin and tugging your panties down with his teeth.

Pulling your thighs up over his shoulders and tugging you to him by your hips, immediately pushing two fingers inside you and sucking your clit.

Rolling his tongue in slow, firm circles, keeping his pace steady while you grip at his hair and arch your back and moan.

Giving a little purr/growl when you come, gripping your hips.

Absolutely craving you now, shifting up to lean over you, rubbing your thighs and thrusting into you before your orgasm is even over.

Going hard and heavy right from the first stroke.

Gripping at your thigh and your hair and groaning into your neck while you cling to him.

Reaching between you to rub your clit, bringing you right back to the edge in minutes.

"Come on, baby. Come for me again. Come on my cock."

Watching your eyes roll back and swearing under his breath when he feels your walls tighten around him.

Losing it immediately when you cry out and arch your back under him.

Pulling out and tugging on you by your arm until you lean down and wrap your lips around him again.

Pulling your head forward and groaning, holding you in place by your hair while you suck the cum out of him.

Collapsing into bed with you and pulling you onto his chest, kissing your neck and your forehead, telling you how good you are while you both catch your breath.

Y — Yearning (How long will they pursue the person they're interested in before losing interest?)

Not very long, honestly.

He'll shoot his shot a couple times, but if you're not interested he's not going to press it.

He respects your boundaries completely, and he doesn't abide the whole hard-to-get game.

If you decide you're interested after that, you're going to have to approach him.

Z — Zen (What do they do to wind down and relax? Do they prefer to do it alone or with you?)

As much as he trains, he needs a lot of downtime.

And he definitely wants you there for it.

Holding onto you like you're his teddy bear, having a beer or two with you, nuzzling into your hair.

He never really considered the possibility that he'd be as close to someone as he is to you, and doesn't want to waste any time being away from you.

He's still pretty reclusive, but you're the one exception to that rule.

[nostallicca]

The Memory Remains

~ Heavy rings hold cigarettes, up to lips that time forgets, while the Hollywood sun sets behind your back. And can't the band play on? ~

Episode 6: Dim the light

Episode 5

Warnings: Alcohol usage, drug usage, smut, mental health

*2 missed calls from Celeste*

You had absolutely nothing to say to her at this moment. You had a good night and you were intending to keep it that way. You had no interest in listening to her logic and reason right now. Everything was so up in the air and you refused to get down.

The Hilton's was about ten minutes away. Room 301 at the Hilton's. Imma take care o' ya was on constant repeat, playing like a broken record in your head. You could not get the image of James on stage out of your head. He looked so good and he didn't even try. The black jeans, black t-shirt and black boots was all it took to make you go crazy.

Arriving at the Hilton's, you and Amanda skipped right over to the bar that was located at the very beginning of the hotel. Two vodka shots please Amanda called out. The bartender accommodated you with your drinks before going back to wiping the surfaces. Surfaces sticky with old liquor. You each downed one of the shots before moving over to the elevator. There were six floors of the hotel and you pushed the button to floor 6. That's where the rooms 300-350 were located. As soon as the elevator pinged you could hear muffled voices coming from one of the first rooms on the floor. Room 301 to be exact. The voices were being slightly drowned out by the music being played. Motörhead's Hellraiser.

You entered the room with almost shaken knees and you were met with an almost crowded room already. The room was a suite. Probably the master. It didn't take long until your eyes were locked on James. Now wearing a white t-shirt, some regular blue jeans with his hair slightly slicked back. He looked incredible. So incredible to the point where you all of a sudden started over analyzing the way you stood, the way you talked or the way you talked or the way your arms always felt misplaced on each side of your body. There were a bunch of girls in there doing everything in their might to get one of the guys attention. Sometimes being successful and sometimes being completely shut down.

James locked eyes with yours and he gave you one of his signature grins. That grin where half of his mouth was curved upwards while the other side of his mouth rested nonchalantly. He looked so cocky with this look on his face. It was making you burn up inside.

He strutted his way over to you before giving you a light hug, with one hand on the back of your head, lightly tugging on your hair. He smelled so good. Once again, that scent of slight leather and beer mixed with that perfume of his that you had yet to discover which one it was.

You look so good in that little dress of yours he said with much confidence.

You swallowed hard. Unable to keep eye contact with this man, towering over you. Thank you you respond in a low voice coated with innocence. Something you had realized was a weakness of his. You would look so much better without it though he said cockily while taking a big chug of his beer. Adding to the intoxicating smell of him. You let out a small giggle before pulling at the hem of your dress because you know those kind of shy actions appealed to him. You did it intentionally but somehow you made it look unintentional. He took note of this and let out a small groan before he pulled you closer to him so he could whisper in your ear. God I wanna tear that shit off you. You managed to let a out a slight moan at the sound of his voice uttering those words. Knowing that hearing a little moan escape your lips would drive him crazy. And it definetely did. Fuck it he said before chugging his beer and placing it on one of the tables and then he grabbed your hand and pulled you in to the bathroom.

He shut the door behind him harshly before he attacked your lips and immediately grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and the other reached up under your dress, tracing over your panties and your already throbbing pussy. Fuck...you're already soaking he says. I know... you whine. Get on your knees. You automatically comply and get on your knees, reaching for his belt, unbuckling it quickly. You take his already hardened cock in to your mouth, deep throating it immediately. Clearly incredibly eager for it. Almost pathetically. Fuck... he lets out a low groan, already grabbing your head with both of his hands, thrusting harshly and deeply in to your mouth. You feel hid cock get absolutely drenched inside your wet mouth. Everytime he pulls it out a little bit, drool comes running out of your mouth.

He pulls his rock hard cock out of your mouth abruptly and slaps it on your tongue a few times. You give the tip a peck before spitting on it, making it even more soaked in wetness. He takes the spit now on his tip and smears it around your mouth and on your cheeks. James grabs you and pulls you up on your feet before pushing you up against the bathroom sink, facing the mirror. You pull up your tight, black dress and move your panties to the side. The sight of him with his messy hair, a slight tint of red on his complexion, adjusting himself to line up with your aching hole. This sight is too much for you to handle. You can feel your pussy clenching around his tip already, making him grunt in that way that only he can.

He pushes every single inch inside of your and gives you practically no time to adjust at all. He makes you look in the mirror as he pulls your hair so hard it might actually fall out. Oh my god, yes! just like that you moan out laced with so much desire in your voice. You like that? yeah? you like watching yourself get fucked like this, don't you he says while pounding mercilessly into your burning hole. Ah yes...please James you whine out. God, you're such a desperate fucking slut for this cock...fuck! he groans before his movements starts getting sloppier and his breathing heavier. He gives the last few thrusts his absolute all before he comes inside you.

You rest your entire upper body on the sink for a while before you feel the cum starting to drip down your thighs. James buckles his belt, pushes his hair backwards and strokes his face before leaving the bathroom coldly. You grab some toiletpaper and start cleaning yourself up with some lukewarm water. Your hair is messy but you manage to fix that too. Luckily. You don't necessarily want everyone to know exactly what went on in there. Even though it might not be very hard for people to guess.

You managed to make yourself look presentable again before you walked out of the bathroom and back in to the party. Hyperaware of what you had just done you could feel everyone's eyes on you. Their eyes burning into you with oblivious judgement. You couldn't care enough though with the alcohol soothing your insides like velvet.

Jason seemed to have quite a serious conversation with a bunch of guys based on the look on his face. Kirk was playing the guitar with a bunch of girls seemingly very impressed of what they were seeing more than what they were hearing. Lars was cutting up some lines of what looked like cocaine on a plate, once again being the loudest man in the room. James was in the corner and the sight of him made your heart drop. Not in that way that you were now used to but in a completely different way. He was paying way too much attention to another girl in the corner of the room. He had the same look on his face as he had with you. It made you nauseous. Now, you weren't in love with the man but my god were you infatuated. He didn't give you a single look for the rest of the night except short, cold glances.

Was this it? now that he had gotten what he wanted from you, was he done with you? was he going to toss you away like so many others? did he see you like nothing but a groupie?

You could feel your eyes tear up and you didn't know what to do with yourself. You didn't want to leave because that would make you look like a pathetic little girl. And maybe you were? who develops feelings for a rock star at the peak of his career? that's the dumbest thing you can do. And well, here you were. You thought you two hade something different though. Something more.

You walked over to the minibar and started drinking away. Everything you could get your hands on. Wow, someone can drink, alright! some random guy blurted out. You then walked over to the middle of the room and started dancing. You and two other girls were the only ones dancing. And now with enough alcohol in your system you didn't care if everyone or no one was watching.

The only thing you could see in the corner of your eye was James walking off with his arms wrapped around two other girls.

You could no longer see clearly and everything was spinning. You could no longer control your body movements. The room felt like it was upside down. You tried to make your way to the bathroom but you could not walk in a straight line even if your life was depending on it. You ended up falling over and that was all you remembered before everything went black.

END OF EPISODE 6 - Everything's about to get MESSY messy!!! The next episode will be out next week <3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I genuinely don't know what's up with me and wearing Gojo's clothes. But I took this several steps too far, probably. And I like ettt.

C/W = mild pouting, stroking of ego, strap-on/dildo, blowing dildo, ass fingering, rim job, anal sex (f -> m), cross dressing, teeny bit of masturbation, edging, big ass O.

under the cut 🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW under the cut

WC = +4k (not by much, though)

Fairest of them All

Finally making your way into Gojo's penthouse apartment carrying all of the bags in from shopping, you see him sitting at the breakfast bar. He's sitting kind of hunched over the black and gold marble countertop and nursing an amber-colored drink. He barely looks like himself; his eyes aren't quite as sparkly, and his chest isn't stuck out with the pride he usually harbors. And he's wearing his cheapest pair of sweatpants (the poly/cotton blend!).

"Heyyy, Baby. What ya doing?" You ask him, tentatively. You've only seen him like this one other time and to this day, he refuses to admit what happened. Though you did your best to convince him that it DOES happen to every man at some point, it was bound to happen to him sooner or later, it doesn't make him less of a man, you still love him fiercely and something so seemingly trivial shouldn't get to someone so beautiful and confident.

He told you to fuck off after you gave him the speech. But in the same breath, he said he was sorry, he loved you, too, and then he went down on you for an hour and a half to make himself feel better.

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, dipping your fingers into the places you know to be his most ticklish spots. But you got no response. He didn't even tell you to stop.

"Satoru? Are you ok? Oh, oh shit. Did the credit card company call again and say there was suspicious activity on it? I thought you talked to–"

He slid the now empty glass from one hand to the other. "No," he interrupted you, "s'not that. Not the credit card. Something else." He put his cheek on the cool surface of the counter.

"Oh, my Baby. C'mere. Tell me what's wrong." He accepted your arms around him and you peppered his face and neck with slow, but deep kisses.

And he sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." He put his face in your cleavage and took a breath in. "You, you smell really good. Like, really fuckin' good." He sniffed around on you like he was trying to bust you for something he'd thought you'd done. "Is that, *sniff* orange and *sniff sniff*, orange and vanilla?"

You clapped for him like you were his biggest cheerleader. "Yes! Oh, Baby, you have the nose of a bloodhound!"

He pushed you away. "What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I look like some dopey ass dog? Wow, y/n. You can be so mean sometimes!"

You stood there completely flabbergasted by his outburst. And you didn't know what needed to be addressed first: the fact that he couldn't take the compliment or that he thought you were calling him a dog.

"OH-K! What in the hell is going on with you right now? I left you in bed this morning, and you were fine. Now you're jumping all over my ass about every little thing, and I wanna know why, Gojo!"

"Nothing's going on with me," he muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, his face turned down into a pout. "Nothing."

You tried not to let your exasperation show. "Baby, I've known you for 1 1/2 years now, and not once have you ever been like this. I've seen you upset before, I've seen you mad, I've seen you disappointed, but I've never seen you... Oh, my god. Did you start your period?" You couldn't hide the smirk that was creeping across your soft pink lips.

"THAT ... that is so mature, y/n. So mature. It's not funny at all. Fuck, why can't you take me seriously?"

Now, you couldn't hold back. You burst out laughing at him and he sat there sulking, his pout becoming more prominent.

"I'm sorry but what is the matter! You're acting like the last ice cream cone on earth fell at your feet!"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

You walked to him and took his face into your hands. "Look, whatever it is, it's bothering you, and that bothers me, so we're going to talk about it. I'm going to go put my new clothes away. Do you want to come in the bedroom with me? I'll give you a little show ... hm? C'mon. It might cheer you up."

You smiled warmly at your crazy boyfriend and grabbed your bags. Dragging him by the waistband of his sweatpants, the two of you went into the master bedroom.

"This won't work, y'know," Gojo said with no tone in his voice at all. "I can already guess what you bought. I already know what colors you got everything in. Jus', jus' let me go be misera– shit."

Your face lit up as if you cracked the code to some horrific crime. Unbeknownst to you, it was far worse. "AHA! I knew it was something!" As soon as you said that, you regretted your words. "I'm sorry for yelling that. But you can't hide stuff like this from me, ok? I know you. Now. Why don'cha have a little seaty seat on the bed here and I'll show you what you got me. Ok, baby?" You picked up his hands and made them clap. He was dead weight.

The white-haired man looked like a child who just got in trouble. His head was hanging, and his long, almost translucent lashes were brushing against his pink, flustered cheeks. "Fine. But I'm not gonna enjoy this."

You giggled. "Oh, but I think you might." Taking off all of your clothes except for your thong, you put the bags on the bed and started to dig through all of your new stuff.

Pulling out a black silk hooded crop top, you lower it over your head. It felt so soft against your bare skin. You walked to Gojo and stuck your breasts in his face.

"Touch. It's so soft. Feel it. Feel me." He reached out and touched the sleeve.

"Mhmm. That's nice. Very silky." He couldn't have cared less. It was unusual for him not to be into the texture of your clothing. He was a very tactile man. He loved touching whatever type of fabric you were wearing. Always commenting on how it accentuated your curves; eyes; ass; lips. Any and every aspect.

"Ok, ok, ok. Here. You'll like this one! Hold on ..." You found the pleated mini skirt slipped your legs through it and turned your back to Gojo to zip it up for you. "Welllll? Pretty, right?"

He looked up at you with no expression. "Nice choice of words. Really, really nice."

"You don't think I'm pretty in th–"

"Why do you keep saying that word? Pretty pretty pretty. Enough already. My god." He threw himself back on the bed and sighed.

You sat down on the bed, folding your legs beneath you."Y'know, Satoru, Baby. You're pretty, too." You began rubbing his thigh. He lifted his head a little and looked you in the eye.

"I'm – ya think? I'm pretty, too?" He moved up a bit more and propped himself on his elbows. "W–what about me is pretty?" What the hell is going on? Satoru Gojo was nothing, if not overly confident. The man never needed reassurance. He was his biggest supporter. His own #1. King of his castle.

"Oh, geez, where do I start! You're sooo tall. You just tower over me and make me feel so little. And ... and safe! You make me feel safe all the time." You massaged his leg with a bit more pressure.

"Bah, everyone knows I'm tall. Try again."

"Your hair is like the clouds in the sky, or, or the snow! And I love how soft and white and fluffy it is. So unique. So soft. I love how you let me wrap my fingers in it and pull your head between my legs. Your pretty face is the only one allowed there, Gojo."

"I, I do have nice hair. That's that a little better. Keep going." Your hand moved to the very top of his thigh. "And whatever you're doing here, I'm not in the mood. So don't get your hopes up, y/n."

"Of course, my pretty boy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, ok. Your eyes are like ... like diamonds! All sparkly and bright when they light up whenever you talk about something interesting to you. You're so beautiful!"

You threw your left leg over his hips to straddle him, and you leaned over to put your face next to his. "And your cock. You've got the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and thick. It feels so, so good when you're pounding into me." You shivered. Half out of excitement for talking about his cock when it was just beneath you and half to shake Gojo out of whatever slump he'd found himself in.

"Yeah, You do love my cock, y/n."

"Mmhmm! It feels so good when you tease me with it. When you just put your fat tip in me. It drives me cray-zee!" You ground your barely covered cunt on him when you broke the word 'crazy' syllables apart into two. "Fuck, 'Toru. Please tell me what's wrong?"

He lifted his hands and put them on your exposed thighs and gave them a hard squeeze.

"I, ah fuck. Idon'tfeelprettytoday! There! Are you happy now? I. Don't. Feel. Pretty. Today. All spelled out for you. Shit."

Your eyes glazed over, and you tilted your head as you looked at one of the most beautiful people you've ever had the pleasure of looking at.

"YOU, SATORU FUCKING GOJO, DON'T FEEL PRETTY? My beautiful baby boy. You are the prettiest, most sexy person I know. Tell me ... how can I fix this for you. Because I won't sit by for another second and not take action while you're feeling this way. What do you want? Anything. I'll do anything for you."

He smiled. So small that anyone else would've missed it. But you saw it begin to spread over his pouty lips. His eyes gradually trailed over to the strap-on harness hanging from the chaise lounge in front of the window. He ran his hands up under your skirt and snapped the thong on your sensitive skin. When you jumped and said ow, you swear you felt his cock move just a little. He's feeling better.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you feel real pretty, hm? Well, why didn't ya just say so from the start, my beautiful princess." You kissed him on his nose and climbed off of him to get the harness.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Satoru? What is it?"

"Can I, uhm. Can I, ahhh, can I have a drink, too? Before we ... ahem. You know."

You stopped your warm-up thrusting into the air with the navy blue dildo attached to your hips. "Gojo. Are you ... are you nervous? Baby, we've done this a thousand times before. What's different about this time?"

You started jerking off the fake cock that stood fully hard before you. Something ... something about it just felt good. You didn't know if it was the shy pink color Gojo had turned. Whether it was his hesitancy about letting you proceed to fuck him in the ass. You were getting wet, though.

"No! No, nothing's different. I'm not nervous. Nervous? Me? Ha ha, no. You're hilarious."

"Satoru, don't lie. Do not lie to me. If there's something on your mind, just say it. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." You were coming off as a little too invested in this. Too excited to jam him full of your 'cock.' Not that you aren't generally excited to peg him. But today was so difficult to pinpoint the energy of the space. Something was off and it was making your heart race and your pussy drip.

"Ok, ok. I'm a little nervous. Is that a problem?" He was starting to lose his edge. The more you tried to coax him out, the more he was willing to submit to you.

"Baby. I promise I'll make you feel so good. You'll forget all about your problems, yeah? Let me ... do this for you." What the fuck had come over you, talking like some sleazy asshole predator in a dive bar. But it was too late. You were into it.

"I have an idea, 'Toru. Stay right there, ok?" He nodded nervously. You went into the walk-in closet and found some of his clothes to put on.

You took off your crop top and skirt and slipped into one of his black t-shirts and black pants. The pants had to be a pair of his ankle pants because he's so much taller than you. But you made it work. He had a rack of sunglasses from which you picked a random pair. They were all sexy.

One last thing before you stepped back out in the room; you plugged the dildo into place and made your grand entrance.

"Ta-da!"

Gojo was sitting on the bed in the same position you'd left him in.

"Y/n, I–"

"Shhh. Now. I want ... you to," you pulled one of your new bras out of a bag and ripped the price tag off with your teeth. Tossing it in his face, "I want you to wear this. And this." He caught the garter belt in his hand and studied it for a moment.

"Y/n, I, I know how to take these off, but I have no idea how they go on."

"That's ok. I can help. Lay down, pretty boy. C'mon. Put your head up here. Ok, good. Now, let's get your panties on, shall we?"

Gojo looked at you like this was his first time. Technically, you've both never gone so far as to wear each other's clothes. But you were hell-bent on making him feel better. And if that meant stuffing all of him into cute little panties, so be it.

You grabbed a pair of black, lacy cheekies and gently rolled them up his legs. He lifted his hips when you tugged them over his ass. They were snug.

"How does it feel, my precious Gojo?" You asked in a voice that was much deeper than your regular tone.

"F-fine, thanks." He was finally smiling.

"I'm gonna have to put a bra on you, too. Ok?"

"Y–yes."

You found one that matched the panties and brought it back to the bed.

"Arms, please." He complied. "Good boy."

You clasped the bra around his back and slid the straps up his arms. His pale, milky skin was starting to flush with embarrassment.

"How do you feel, Sweetie? Hmm?

"Like I'm pretty."

"You are. And, oh, look at that." You reached behind his neck and unclasped the bra.

"What, what is it? Am I not pretty enough in this?"

"No. Shush. You're perfect, but this has gotta go."

"Oh, ok." He was pouting.

"Because I don't think we need to use a bra today. You won't have much on your chest anyway." You folded the bra and tossed it on his nightstand.

"I don't have much on my chest." He laughed a little.

"Right. And, well, I mean. Unless I wanna play with these." You grabbed his nipples and twisted them between your fingers. "Then, yeah, you'd have a lot on your chest."

"Ah, fuck. Ok. Whatever. Do, do whatever you want." He winced, but you could see how much tighter the panties had gotten on him after you did that.

You smirked at him. "Oh! Baby, I know what I want. I've gotta put a skirt on you. Then we can play."

"A skirt? A skirt, y/n."

Once he was in nothing but the panties and the garter belt, you found the pleated skirt and held it open. "C'mere, lover. Let's shimmy you into this."

Gojo stood up and you helped him put his legs through. It was a short skirt and it rode up his hips so perfectly.

"Now, I'm going to have a seat on the bed. I want you to kneel between my legs. Do it for me, 'Toru. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Y-yes."

You sat on the bed and spread your legs wide. The fake cock was sticking straight out, and the sight of him staring at it, eyes nearly begging for it, made your clit tingle.

"Look at how hard my cock is, Satoru. Mm. Come suck it."

Gojo dropped to his knees, almost instantly. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, y/n. What do I do?"

"You don't watch me? Just ... like you're trying to such a golf ball through a garden hose." He looked up at you wide-eyed.

"What?? I ... I can't –" You laughed.

"I'm kidding. Just do what you think would feel good to you. You'll figure it out." You brushed the hair from his forehead and lifted his face to yours to kiss him deeply before pushing him back down.

"Mm, thank you, y/n." He kissed the tip and sucked the entire head of the silicone cock into his mouth.

"So fucking sexy, Satoru. Yeah, good job, my sweet boy."

You ran the top of your foot under his balls, increasing the pressure and speed the more he got into sucking 'your cock.'

"Shit. Your mouth feels so good. Ah, that's my pretty little slut, suck it, yeah."

Gojo hummed and closed his eyes, and began taking the fake dick deeper and deeper into his throat.

"Ah, baby, you're taking me so fucking deep. So well. Goddamn it, I love you."

Gojo started to slide his hand up your thigh. As much as you wanted the roles to be reversed, you took his hand in yours and held it gently as he continued to move his mouth up and down on the fake cock.

"Are you getting wet for me, 'Toru? I bet you are. I bet your tight little hole wants me to fuck it, huh? You just say the word, my pretty."

"Nghhh," he mumbled, nodding.

"Use your words. Use them or I'm not fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you, 'Toru?"

He lifted his head from your dick and panted. "Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me, y/n. Ple‐please! I'm ready for you!"

You stood up and took his hand, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

"You're so cock drunk, it's beautiful."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Lay down, gorgeous. On your back or hands and knees?"

"I, I don't know. You pick."

"Let's go with on your back. It's not the first time you've taken something big."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he lay back on the plush, scattered pillows.

The skirt was so short that it was pulled up just a few inches. His cock was strained behind the panties, pre-cum wetting the front of them.

You lay between his legs with your hips pressed into his. Rubbing the cock you wore into his, eliciting low moans from deep within his throat.

"F–fuck, baby. That, that feels so fucking good." He growled.

"Do you want me to eat you out? Before I fuck you. Would you like that, Sweetie? Do you want my tongue on your pretty hole?"

"Oh my –" he swallowed hard "oh my god, yes, y/n."

"Ok then. I'm going to have to lift your hips." You slid a pillow underneath his hips.

"Hold the skirt for me, ok, baby?"

"Ok." He nodded.

He lifted his hands and grabbed the skirt by the neatly sewn hem, bunching it up around his waist. "Is this ok?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Perfect."

You hooked your thumbs on the side of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, leaking, red, and angry. You took it in your hand and squeezed him tightly.

"Oh! Oh fffuck." He said through a clenched jaw. Throwing his head back in to the pillows he bucked his hips forward. "J–could you, would you please lick me? I swear, just this once while we do this. Just one time ..."

You examined him. His thighs tremble as you breathe heavily on his veined length. You stuck your tongue out and left it just a couple of inches from his needy head.

He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged it across the part of your hot tongue that was the closest to him.

"Fuck, 'Toru. What did I tell you? Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"Your tongue was out! It was right there! I ... I thought ..." He looked sad.

"I'll give you one pass, but if you disobey me again, I'm gonna have to put all of this stuff away for another day, ok? And I don't think that would make either of us very happy. Do you?"

He shook his head so hard it made his hair bounce on his forehead.

"That's my good boy. Now, where was I?"

You dipped your head and licked his puckered hole.

"Oh god."

"Shhh. Be a good boy and just try not to cum. If you do, you're going to be in big trouble."

He nodded and bit his lower lip.

You circled your tongue around his tight little hole, then pushed it in.

"Ngh, fffuuuckkkk. Ahh!"

"That's my good boy. You're so wet for me. So tight." You pressed your fingers to his hole and felt him relax against them.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I'm ready. Fuck, please."

"Mmm, I don't know. Are you sure you're ready?" You pushed two fingers in and felt his muscles tighten and pull.

"Yes! Yes, y/n, I'm ready! P-p-please." He begged.

"Ok, my gorgeous, sweet boy. You stay right where you are. I'm going to grab something really quick. And 'Toru?"

"Huh? What?"

"No touching while I'm gone. Understand?"

"Y–yes. I got it. No touching."

"Good." You stood up and went into the bathroom to find the bottle of lube.

When you walked back out, he was touching himself. His hand slowly pumped up and down on his cock. It was slow, but still, he was touching himself.

"Hey! What did I just say?"

"I, I'm sorry, y/n. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself."

"Uh-uh. You know the rules."

"Shit! I'm sorry! What're you gonna do? Please don't put everything away!" He cried. He was so hard it looked painful. You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"I s'pose I should take some responsibility for you groping yourself. I shouldn't have left you. Ok, it's ok, Baby." You walked over to him and kissed his forehead.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"No. Of course not. I would never be mad at you. Well, ok, I might. But you're so fuckin' hard right now. Almost as hard as this thing." You slapped the dildo and he grimaced and jumped. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that to you."

He relaxed as you poured lube over the navy blue cock. You spread it around, jerking the slick length, and Gojo watched intently.

"You ready, Satoru?"

"Yes. Please, fuck me, y/n."

You climbed on the bed and kissed him softly.

"Good." You pushed the tip into him and he groaned out in pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck, oh god, nngh!"

"You're being so good for me, baby. So perfect. My perfect, precious boy."

"I love you." He said with star-shaped pupils. His blue eyes glassy with tears.

"I know." You replied as you geared up to go deeper.

You pushed further and further in. Gojo was biting his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed, so you kissed him to give his bottom lip a break. Sliding in more until you were fully immersed in his tight ass.

"Fuck, baby, I'm in all the way. God, you feel amazing."

"Ah, fuck. Nggghh," he moaned. "Feels ... good."

"Yeah? Tell me, how good does it feel when I fuck you?"

"Nnghh, feels so ... so ..."

"I wanna hear you say it, Baby."

"Makes me feel pretty."

"It does, yeah? Good. Because you are. You're so pretty it makes me crazy for you."

You pumped in and out of him as you felt his cock jerking against your belly. He would raise his hips so you could hit him deeper.

"Hmm – y/n, y–, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet."

"But ... but I'm gonna — oh FUCK!"

"I said, not yet. Do not cum, Satoru."

"Please, fuck," He whined. His voice cracking from the strain of holding his orgasm back.

"Such a good boy. Fuck, yeah. So close, aren't you, baby." You started fucking him faster than he knew what to do with. His body was so tense. His cock was pulsating against your abdomen. You wanted so badly for him to fuck you, but this wasn't about you. This was for him.

"I can't! I can't stop it. Oh god. I'm gonna fucking cum. Y/n, shit!"

"Not until I tell you, pretty boy. You're still my pretty baby boy, aren't you, 'Toru? "

"Fuck, yes! Yes! I'm your pre–gahh–pretty baby ... boy! Please, I'm gonna die!"

"Ok. Cum." You said so casually, like you asked if he was done with the section of newspaper you wanted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh, fuccccckkkk, oh god, I'm – I'm, cumming, fuck, ffuckk!"

His body shuddered as ropes of his thick, hot seed painted your belly and his.

You grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed out the last drops as he shook beneath you.

"Say it." You demanded.

"I'm the prettiest one of all!"

"Damn right, you are."

[thesilverlady]

https://www.tumblr.com/thesilverlady/714253266548047872/unpopular-opinion-i-dont-think-that-aegon-was-a

Not same anon, but septon Eustace was said to document the sexual rumours/scandalous but unlike Mushroom he didn't like writing about it or exaggerated it. So Eustace said that as a teenager Aegon was sulky, lazy and had wondering hands. Now this is pretty much SA by our modern standards but sadly these things are normalised in Westros. I think many parts of Aegon's upbringing, childhood, and Adult life are left ambiguous for us to interpret (just like many parts of f&b) So the question if this kind of behaviour has developed to rape is left to the reader to determine. And i like to not take Mushroom's account of this whole 12yr girl giving him blowjob *ew* because in the original novel (The princess and the queen) it has mentioned that Aegon was with his mistress and he refused to usurp Rhaenyra at first. My main problem of this whole situation is that people keep assuming the worst of Aegon for some reason

And i am not saying that Aegon was kind of a feminist man lmao but to me he is very tame compares to other characters. because a lot of these people who draw the line at Aegon actually love characters who are waaay problematic than Aegon like Aemond who keeps calling Rhaenyra a whore 24/7 , Helaena a broodmare, killed Alys's whole family and then claimed her as a war prize, commit what we can consider a genocide in the riverlands. Or they love Maegor (i love Maegor btw) who was a tyrant and forced women to marry him then killed some of them because they couldn't give him sons. I think we can all like characters regardless of their morality because at the end of the day they're fictional not real so liking only heroic morally good characters is just soo boring ( i prefer villains more) but i hate how the fandom tends to humiliate people over what fictional character they find more interesting. And thank you for being one of the tiniest minority who is willing to engage in discussions rather than being hostile like most of team green/black spaces.

I wanna say I'm sorry for the long reply 😅 but you brought up lots of interesting facts and I couldn't help myself with replying longer.

So, let's start with the "Eustace was said to document the sexual rumours/scandalous but unlike Mushroom he didn't like writing about it or exaggerated it" Eustace, like so many other maesters we see in f&b is extremely biased. I think due to Mashroom's dramatic self lots of ppl feel safer with relying on septon Eustace and I don't think that's a great idea.

Lots of maesters we see from f&b are very sly with pinning the blame to women, especially when showing favoritism for a man. They're also very anti magic and generally anti Targaryen. It makes reading f&b quite challenging because it's easy to just fall into their biased perspective. But you can see the transition during Jaehaerys I ruling, who of course was probably their favorite due to him complying more and more with the faith.

So what I'm trying to say is, while septon Eustace hardly had any love for the targaryens he still favored Aegon II - a man. Who he wouldn't want to bring out such scandalized actions mostly because what would it say about him? A septon siding with such a lecherous king?

don't get me wrong. I still don't buy mashroom's version of that event but I still think the truth was somewhere in the middle and Eustace tried to make it look better for the sake of his own self image and then the king's.

Obviously Aegon's actions in regards of women are more dismissed inside the world of asoiaf despite being punishable because of his status as a prince/king.

Of course as you said many parts of Aegon's upbringing/childhood/adult life are left ambiguous and left for us to interpret just like with many other characters such as Rhaneyra/Aemond and many more.

However there are lines here and there that do help our interpretation. For instance, one of the reasons why I'm not overly fond of making show!Aemond some poor victim of bullying who grows up to be self-restraint man of wisdom is because that's not him. A targaryen prince like himself wouldn't get bullied like this, there's no reason for his brother to side with his nephews that are alledgedy favored by his father instead of his own blood and when the family dinner later happens we get the line that Aemond "remained a wild and willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving". The word "remained" implies that he was like that in childhood, so the show version falls apart.

"in the original novel (The princess and the queen) it has mentioned that Aegon was with his mistress and he refused to usurp Rhaenyra at first"

here we fall into a problem that comes from grrm being unable to often keep up with his own story. I don't blame him because the world of asoiaf is massive but we should be used on events contradicting one another.

these characters are quite new compared to the ones we know. The Princess and the Queen was published in 2013, its prequel The Rogue Prince in 2014 before they were both expanded further in fire and blood which was punished in 2018. So, personally I prefer going with the latest version because I think that's more reliable with what George wants the readers to know.

So while the Princess & the queen may have used the word mistress, f&b used the word paramour. And in both versions we never see a mention of this girl ever again. A paramour/mistress to a prince wouldn't be dismissed that easily in my opinion, which is what prompts me to believe Eustace came up at the spot that the girl was that as a cover. Aegon refusing to usurp Rhaneyra exists in f&b too.

"My main problem of this whole situation is that people keep assuming the worst of Aegon for some reason"

I mean.... I don't blame you here 'cause you're right 😅 My humble opinion is that Aemond for example is waaay more unhinged and dangerous than Aegon but for some reason Aegon is treated like he's Satan. I completely agree with everything you said. The fandom is filled with bunch of hypocrites. I too actually love Maegor but I don't pretend like it wasn't mentioned he raped women. At the same time, I have moots on twt who love joking about him and praising but then they'll cause wwiii if they see a semi-positive tweet about Aegon II.

in the end of the day, it doesn't even matter if Aegon ii was an actual rapist or not. Back before hotd even existed and some minority argued against Rhaenyra, the word "rape" wasn't even brought up because there were a bunch of other reasons to explain why a reader didn't support Aegon or the Greens. Team black and team green now throw words like "rape" or "grooming" as a gotcha and to be shitty at fans who enjoy dark characters

"I think we can all like characters regardless of their morality because at the end of the day they're fictional not real so liking only heroic morally good characters is just soo boring (i prefer villains more) but i hate how the fandom tends to humiliate people over what fictional character they find more interesting."

I completely agree with you and I feel for the hurt lots of people go through in this fandom. I also adore villains, and favor imbalanced dynamics between ships, which of course brings the nastiest antis to humiliate and shame you all day everyday.

Both team green & team black have many bad apples. idk about tumblr but Twitter has been hell for me - which is why I'm taking a break from that place.

I'm very happy you feel comfy to send me an ask and don't feel hesitant to reply if you wish. Even if we don't agree with something, I get the sense you're one of the normal people who understand this is just fiction and there's no need to become aggressive animals over characters that are ink on a page.

[thehistorynut19]

📸, 🩷, 🙆‍♀️, and 🌘 from the somewhat basic ask game for whichever f/o you want to answer with,,

okay okay okay okay

im so sorry in advance but-

Because I love you Brooke, you're getting a 4 for one deal

📸 for a random screenshot / picture i can gush about.

Listen...Naki is my ultimate fave in Zero-One, everyone fucking knows this. Dude I want to pin Naki to the wall and be pinned. You don't fucking expect this from them! And it's fucking GLORIOUS. This gentle suaveness and perhaps they take Boa's chin, caressing it like the licks of a pup to make her look at them (sure she's taller esp with her heels but...Naki likes it when they're the center of her world~) I want to do the same to Ikazuchi because I know that man will make the most wonderful of faces~ IkaBoa are both rather forward so Boa would def slam him against a wall-

I legit fucking replayed this damn scene of the RealxTime movie over and over again because of this stupid scorpion. It's a smirk of confidence. It's a smirk that shows he isn't a alone anymore. He has a "family" "friends" and hoenstly...he has this confidence around him that makes me go HUIGHRSIUHUTR ya know

Anyway this is a face he makes when he knwos Boa is about to come wreck shit-

THIS??? LOOK AT HOW HAPPY JIN IS??? I WANNA FUCKING GENTLY SMOOSH HIM AND KISS HIM- Like imagine him giving that kinda smile to Boa? How happy she makes him feel and just probably does things like rub their cheeks together and hUIHUGRSHR

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

Horobi: Horobi knits actually and he makes scarves for Boa. She's naturally has a rather low body temp and because of his Team Dad instincts, he worries about her a lot. He made one with their colors huifdhusgf

Naki: Naki has this affection towards dreamcatchers, and Boa got them one as a good luck charm. They kept it with them as they were being destroyed, clutching on to it tightly, refusing to let it go as their body burned...Boa found it in the rubble and picked it up.

Jin: One of favorite things to do with Boa is just walk around the city, hand in hand. He swings their conjoined palms oh so happily and hums, along to whatever song he heard that day. He's also a big cuddler bc he is so touch starved man

Ikazuchi: Has actively picked up Boa and chucked her at people during fights and vice versa. But he also likes scrapbooking with her.

🙆 for something i can't stop thinking about.

................................. I can't stop thinking about how they all deserved fucking BETTER-

🌘 for something i love about f/o.

Horobi: How far he's come, how willing he is to make amends but also go down his own path, his own beliefs.

Naki: Surviving against all odds, it's beautiful how they found their dream and continues to live on. (esp in my heart), Naki is just...just...idk how to put it into words but like Naki is Naki.

Jin: He's so fucking cute what the fuck I want to smoosh he- Ikazuchi: he's just pure sex appeal Ika's brashness and his love for Subaru? It's very much like me and my lil bro so I adore him.

[sporadicthingcollection]

Idea: How would Cad react to Hondo being introduced to The Little Lady, and Hondo immediately claiming her as his goddaughter/niece/future apprentice?

oh my god this is genius

The Bounty Hunter's Guide to: Job Training

Summary: In which the Little Lady bags a little bounty -- with some help, of course.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Rating: General

Warnings: Mild child endangerment.

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"Are you sure about this?" you ask.

Bane sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots on. "Positive," he says. "Just want her to get a taste of it. See if she can really shoot. If she doesn't like it, den she goes back to appreciatin' her regular life."

You sit up and kiss his cheekbone. "Come back in one piece. Both of you."

He smiles to himself as you lay back down. It's nice to be worried about. He finishes lacing his boots up. "Always do, missus."

You pull the blankets up to your chin and let out a loud yawn. "Just get out of here before I change my mind and drag you back to bed."

He chuckles and stands. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

You poke a hand out to flap your fingers at him. He takes the hint.

He walks into the hallway. Todo hovers outside of the Little Lady's bedroom, clutching something in his fingers. He sees Bane and putters over.

"I tried to wake Miss Mezerel, but she refuses to get up," he says nervously. He holds up one of the Little Lady's shoes. "She threw this at me!"

The jogan really doesn't fall far from the tree. "Go get de speeder warmed up. I'll take care o' her."

"Yes sir." He hands Bane the shoe and putters off.

He enters the room and almost immediately steps on the other shoe. He gently kicks it to the side.

The Little Lady is cocooned tightly in her blankets. He'll never understand how she manages to sleep fully beneath the covers without the stale air getting to her.

He gives what he thinks is her shoulder a gentle poke. "Wake up, li'l lady," he says softly.

She lets out a sleepy trill and pokes her head out, red eyes blinking in the dark. And then a second head pokes out of her side, its red eyes also bleary.

He jumps, but once the shock wears off, he can't help but chuckle to himself. "Boy, what're you doin'?"

Bambi yawns loudly. "I was sleepin'," he says, "an' then ya woke me up."

"Yer supposed to be in yer room," Bane says.

Bambi casts his eyes downwards, but the Little Lady speaks up for him. "He got lonely," she murmurs. "Can I have five more minutes?"

Her eyes drift back closed, and he gives her rostrum a tap. "If ya wanna come, ya gotta get up."

She huffs, but does sit up. She wriggles out of her cocoon like a drowsy moth and stumbles over to the dresser, nearly tripping on toys at least twice.

He chuckles to himself again, then scoops Bambi up. "Let's give her some privacy."

Bambi doesn't say a word, just wraps his arms around his father's neck and buries his face in his shoulder. He lets out a little trill as he settles in.

Bane steps into the hallway. He stands there a moment in the darkness, feeling his son breathe, his thin chest rising and falling. His frame is so narrow now, with his baby fat almost gone. Muscle has yet to replace it.

He smiles a bit, thinking about what a little marshmallow the boy used to be. Chubby little arms with fat wrists and little jogan cheeks that dimpled when he smiled.

How time flies.

He considers putting the boy back in his own room, but has a better idea. He opens the door to the master bedroom and steps inside.

Carefully, he peels back the corner of the blanket, revealing your sleeping face. You don't stir as he slips Bambi inside and tucks the fabric up to the boy's chin.

He steps away into the darkness. Moments later, he hears a string of slurred, high-pitched Zeltrian and a surprised trill. Satisfied, he closes the door and heads for the kitchen.

Breakfast is toast and scrambled eggs. Neutral in acidity, high in protein, and high in carbs, but easy on the stomach.

He's finished his own when the Little Lady trots down the stairs. It's odd seeing her in a simple shirt and pants instead of the loud dresses you usually put her in. But he always insists on neutral clothing -- less to snag on, less to fuss over, less chance of her getting snatched up by a man with ill intent.

"Eat up, girl," he says, pouring himself a cup of caf. "We'll head out when yer finished."

---

It's about as simple of a job as it could possibly get, and he was lucky to spot the listing when he did. Some nobody smuggler on the next planet over that's been undercutting a Hutt grunts' operation. Simply find, shoot, and bring to the middleman alive so they can teach them a lesson.

Perfect for a beginner.

"As soon as you see them, pull de trigger," he says, handing her a blaster. "It's already on stun. Drop 'em like a sack o' flour."

"What if I miss?" she asks. "Or it doesn't work?"

"You won't miss," he says, "and it'll work. Trust yer ol' man and trust yer instruments."

She gives him a cautious look. "It's a gun, Daddy. Not an instrument."

He chuckles to himself. "Just means don't hesitate. And one more word of advice." He places his finger on his lips. "Keep yer mouth shut. Don't let anyone get you talkin'. You'll get distracted."

It's the truth, but the real reason is that she's just too damn cute. Trying to sound intimidating will only make her even more adorable.

---

Warehouse security is non-existent. They walk right through the front door and split up after entering.

And by 'split up,' he means he tails her at a distance. Far enough away that she thinks she's on her own, but close enough that he can swoop in if a Battle Droid shows up.

...Not that a Battle Droid will show up, but now he's irrationally worried. He hasn't discussed fighting droids at all with her. He adds that to the top of the lessons list.

But she seems to be doing okay so far. Walking on her toes, hand on her blaster, scanning and listening carefully before rounding any corners. If anything, she'd make a decent scout. Or a burglar, which she probably gets from you. You oughta take her prowling sometime.

Bane hears the movement before she does. Muffled footsteps and the soft swish of moving cloth, coming right towards them.

He withdraws into a shadow before she doubles back. She climbs up onto a crate to literally get the drop on whoever is coming. Unwise and risky. He docks a few points for that. What she should have done is waited for them to pass and then got them in the back...

She hits the ground lightly, and he hears the click of her blaster.

And then he hears a laugh he could have gone the rest of his life without hearing again.

There's no fucking way. He sticks his head out to confirm. Hat, species, stature...

That's Hondo Ohnaka, all right.

Maker damn it all.

Ohnaka looks utterly nonplussed. "Careful where you point that, youngling. You might hurt yourself."

He's about to step in when the Little Lady replies. "Make this easy for both of us and come quietly, smuggler."

Just as Bane feared, Ohnaka throws back his head and laughs. "Ah, what is the galaxy coming to? Adorable little children threatening me." He crosses his arms. "Tell me, girl, what's your name?"

"None of your business," the Little Lady says.

Bane sneaks a big closer. Better angle to shoot Ohnaka in the face if he has to.

The pirate has changed a lot in the decade since he last saw him. His coat is gone, and he's less bejeweled. He's let the tendrils on his chin grow longer as well. Must have fallen on hard times. Same stupid hat, though.

Ohnaka shifts his weight to his back foot. "Well, Miss None-Of-Your-Business, Hondo is in a hurry. Step aside."

The Little Lady stands her ground, even taking a step closer. Her aim doesn't waver for a second.

Ohnaka stares at her a moment, then laughs again. "Such spunk! If you were a little taller, I might actually be afraid."

He walks around and past her. The Little Lady blinks at him, then chases after him. "Where are you going?!" she says, flustered. "I told you to--"

Ohnaka whirls on her. "Listen, youngling," he says, voice low. "I am in a good mood. Do not test me. Turn around and walk away."

She recoils slightly. Her gaze flits around, likely looking for Bane. "N-No," she stammers. "I'm a bounty hunter and you're my bounty. I'll shoot you. I mean it."

Something like anger flashes across the pirate's face. But it vanishes, replaced with a contemplative look. He strokes his chin. "Awful short for a bounty hunter," he mutters to himself. He returns to his normal voice. "I have a proposal, youngling."

Just shoot him, he wills the girl. He'd do it himself, but he doesn't have a good angle...

She keeps the blaster on him. "If you're gonna try to bribe me--"

"Bribe you? Never! A girl with such conviction would never fall for such a thing," he says. "I am in need of a... Diminutive personage. Hondo is tall, ship maintenance shafts are small, and his joints are not as well-oiled as they used to be. Why not be my cabin girl, hm? Join the crew of the legendary Hondo Ohnaka!"

The Little Lady lowers her pistol, looking somewhat intrigued.

Bane is reasonably certain that you'd never let him hear the end of it if your daughter joined a pirate crew. Time to stop this.

He clicks the safety off of his LL-30 as he steps out of the shadow. "Dat's enough."

The Little Lady jumps out of her skin, but Ohnaka's face lights up like a carnival when he realizes who he's looking at.

"Well, blast me to Corellia!" he chortles. "Cad, my old friend!"

He tries to hug Bane. Bane levels his LL-30 at Ohnaka's gut. "Touch me and I plug ya."

Ohnaka just scoffs. "Glad to see nothing has changed," he says. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Wanted somethin' easy," he says. "Lookin' fer a two-bit smuggler. Guessin' dat's you."

It's subtle, but Ohnaka flinches slightly. "We all fall on hard times now and again," he says. "But Hondo is on the up and up!"

Bane lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Not if I got anythin' to say about it."

That seems to put the fear of the Maker back into the Weequay. He pales a bit, but keeps his nonchalance as he stands aside. "Well, you'll have to compete with the youngling for it. Go on. Have it out."

"She's with me," he says.

Ohnaka breaks into a broad grin. He's even more nervous now. "I always knew you had a soft side. Let me guess, a street child you took a liking to? No, no..." He thinks a moment, then snaps his fingers. "Ah! Long-lost relative died and you're her remaining living family? Or perhaps--"

And here comes the migraine. "She's my kid," he says. He hopes the shock of the statement will shut Ohnaka up.

And it works, for a moment. His jaw clicks shut and his eyes widen, but soon he's chatting again. "That Zeltron girl with the nice--?"

It's been so long since Bane has seen Ohnaka sober that he's forgotten how fast the pirate can move when he wants to. He closes the gap between the two of them in moments to grab Bane's shoulders.

"And you didn't tell me?!" He actually sounds offended.

Don't engage. Don't engage. He engages. "Why would I tell you anything?"

"Because I'm your friend!" he says. He releases Bane to pace around. "And I'm the reason you two got together, after all! That practically makes me the girl's godfather!"

The Little Lady tips her head. "You know Momma?" she asks.

Ohnaka laughs. "I do! Very well." The laugh turns... wistful. "Very, very well. If your father hadn't come along, I'd have stolen her for myself."

Bane literally bites his tongue and resists the urge to put a few holes in the Weequay's torso. Even a decade later, that's still a sore spot for him, but it's not worth losing the money.

Ohnaka squats down in front of the Little Lady. "Ah, you look just like her, too. Don't know how I didn't see it before. Let's try this again." He straightens up into a bow. "Hondo Ohnaka, my dear."

Despite not wearing a dress, the Little Lady crosses one leg behind the other and dips. You just have taught her that. "I'm Mezerel. Nice to meet'cha."

"The pleasure is all mine!" Without warning, he scoops her up into his arm. She squeals and giggles as he spins her around, her previous aggression forgotten.

Bane sighs inwardly. He should have just shot him. But, as per usual, just being within a meter of Hondo Ohnaka actively makes him stupider.

"Alright, enough." Ohnaka stops spinning the girl, though he keeps her in his arms. "Drop her."

"Oh, I don't think so. I think I may keep her for myself." The pistol is out before Bane even registers it, pointed right at the Little Lady's head. The poor girl goes stiff. "You let me go on my way or I put a hole in your little girl," he says, voice no less bright.

Bane grinds his teeth, trying to ignore the rage blooming in his chest. He should have seen that coming. It's just so hard to tell when Ohnaka is bluffing. That's why he never played sabacc with him after the first time.

"Ya really wanna piss me off like dat?" he asks. "Her mother would rip ya apart, too."

The Little Lady starts to speak, but he cuts her off. "Daddy--"

"Mez, shut up," he says. He feels bad being so harsh, but it's a necessary evil. "Drop her, Ohnaka."

Ohnaka does not. He starts to step back. "Here's what we'll do," he says. "I walk to my ship. Once it is ready for takeoff, I release little Mezerel. Unless you want to see her cold and lifeless?"

He does not want that. He cannot express in mere words how much he does not want that. But the credits--

He's mentally preparing himself to give up the reward when the whir of a stun round echoes through the warehouse. Ohnaka blinks a few times, then slowly falls forward. He hits the ground with a thump.

Bane pokes him with his boot before letting out a sigh of relief. "Nice timin', kid."

The Little Lady wriggles out from underneath Ohnaka, her rostrum scrunched. "He's weird."

He huffs a laugh. Good judge of character. "I don't like him either." He clips the binders on the pirate's wrists and heaves him up onto his shoulders. “Let’s go.”

---

Ohnaka is still out cold when he tosses him at the client's feet. He gets paid a nice stack of credits -- not massive, but fair.

He had the Little Lady wait in the speeder. She looks up as he climbs into the driver's seat, and her brow wrinkles as he places some of the credits in her lap. "What's this?"

"Yer cut," he says.

She counts them quickly, then compares it to his stack. "This isn't half. Where's the rest?"

He chuckles as he slips his creds into his wallet. "Seventy-thirty split, li'l lady. I told ya dat."

"I thought it was like a bowling term or somethin', not actual math," she grumbles. "I want hazard pay. He almost shot me."

"Ya negotiate dese things before de job," he says.

He goes to give her a little pat on the head, but she flinches away. He frowns. That's not like her at all.

"Y'alright?" he asks.

She avoids his gaze, preferring to stare at her boots. "... why didn't ya shoot him?" she asks quietly.

He has no idea how to answer that. The honest answer will just upset her, but he doesn't want to lie to his girl.

He takes a deep breath. "Sometimes, ya gotta make tough decisions," he says. He starts the speeder, and the engine purrs to life.

She finally looks at him, red eyes burning into him. "Answer the question, Daddy."

He drums his fingers on the steering yoke, trying to think of a diplomatic way to put it... Or he could deflect. "He wasn't gonna shoot ya. He was bluffin'."

"That's not the question."

Maker on high, she sounds so much like you. "No," he says finally. "I trusted ya'd come through. I trusted my instrument."

The poor girl's face falls and it falls hard. She looks away from him, back to her little boots. "Is that what I am?" she murmurs. "I thought ya liked me."

"I do. I like ya a lot." He reaches his hand over to take hers. It's still so little compared to his. "But de job's over," he says gently. "An' yer back to bein' my li'l lady."

After a moment, her little fingers curl around his. She lets out a sigh. "Okay."

He squeezes her hand before letting go, returning it to the steering yoke. "You want anythin' from anywhere?"

She shakes her head. "I just wanna go home," she says.

That's really unlike her. But he doesn't push it. "If ya think of anything, speak up."

"Mmhmm."

---

The sun is just starting to go down when he lands gingerly on the balcony, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl in his arms.

You open the sliding door for them. Bambi is at your feet, peering around your dress. He breaks into a smile and tries to run to him, but you hold the boy back.

"She alright?" you ask Bane.

"Dozed off as we were gettin' into orbit," he says. He gives Bambi a nod. "Evenin', boy."

You smile warmly. "It's the engine noise. Puts her right to sleep." You kiss the crown of her head. "Sweet dreams, sweet girl."

Bane tramps up the stairs and to her room. He sits on the bed and pulls her boots off before peeling back the blankets and slipping her inside.

The Little Lady chirps as she stirs, opening her bleary eyes. "Are we home?" she asks.

He nods. He lifts his hat off and rests it on his knee. "Ya did good today." He gently touches her cheek. She has his cheekbones, sharp and shapely. "I'll make sure ya don't get grabbed next time. Teach ya how to get out of a hold."

She nods, then lets out a loud yawn. Pulling the blankets up and over her head, she rolls over and curls in on herself. A perfect little cocoon.

"Sleep tight, missy," he murmurs. She gives a response, but it's so muffled he can't understand a word of it.

He stands and walks to her door, leaving her to get her beauty sleep.

But, as he walks out the door, he can't resist one last glance at her.

---

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Describe your F/O to the person who may not know them well! Then tag 10 people to do the same.  I invite any followers who want to fill this out for their f/o(s), I’m always too shy to actually tag people 🙈 If you wanna do it, feel free!!

Thanks for the tag @ungalobrando!! Get ready, I have lots of thoughts about this man, some of these are headcanons because he deserves better

NAME: Hiromi Higa / Shadow

SOURCE: Sk8 the Infinity

TITLE(S): Lord Shadow, Anti-Hero of S (also dad and peepaw)

PET NAME(S): Honey bear, Romi-bear, punkin pie, piggie, sweet boy, my man (last one is almost always said in weird babytalk voice)

STATUS: Alive

SPECIES: Human / clown

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Questioning / Bi (there’s no way he’s 100% straight)

PRONOUNS: He/him (sometimes she/her)

AGE: Twenty-freakin-FOUR!! (Though I’ve heard season 1 of Sk8 possibly takes place in 2019... So I guess he’d be around 27-28 now?? Good - our age gap is less than I thought 😅)

HEIGHT: 178cm / 5′10″ (looks taller as Shadow due to hair / boots... also I think this show pulls a Jojo sometimes and character heights are subjective to the situation bc he looks HUGE compared to the other characters at times)

WEIGHT: Only 73kg / 160lbs canonically but I refuse to believe that... there’s no way a hefty dude like him weighs so little. I think 170-180 AT LEAST is more reasonable for him, considering his size.

BODY TYPE: HIM BIG. Brawny and top-heavy. Broad-shouldered, muscular and somewhat toned but still a bit of chub - think rugby player build. Finding pants in Japan is a STRUGGLE cuz he’s tall and he ass too big. Skating is probably great for the buns and thighs tho

SKIN: Sorta medium beige with cool undertones. Would be SO cute with a farmer’s tan 🥺 Paints his nails sometimes. No real tattoos or piercings because he's too babie (I think he has a tongue ring only bc he lost a bet or had a rebellious streak when he was younger)

HAIR: Fluffy ginger undercut/mohawk. The depth of red in his hair changes with the lighting.

EYES: Gray, but very reflective and expressive

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good/Chaotic neutral... I think...

INTERESTS: His manager 😂😭 flowers, flower language, gardening, music, board games, fitness / body building, makeup, drag, shoujo manga / anime, skateboarding, wrestling, languages (he speaks both English and French to some degree, and knows some Latin... I will not be convinced otherwise)... also kinda nosy and likes to learn about people. Dude’s got the gossip.

PROFESSION: Florist 💐

SKILLS: Skateboarding, makeup, creativity, sarcasm, costume design, minor pyrotechnics, acting, heavy lifting, customer service, flower arranging, driving (apparently drifting / rally style? Skrrt skrrrt?? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SIR???)

He definitely can also touch his nose AND elbows with his tongue (... Is that a skill?!)

WEAKNESSES: Baseball bats 😂😭 poor baby, but for real... Insecurities, confidence, quick temper, inferiority / feeling like he has to prove himself, overthinking

COMPANIONS: Them boys!!! Aside from his own crew of followers at S, he serves as a brotherly figure / uncle / bruncle to the younger boys. Probably closest to Miya out of the main character group. Friends with Kaoru, idolizes Joe a bit and wants to be closer with both. Reki and Langa have tried to push him closer to Oka 👀

ENEMIES: KAZU (I genuinely hope Hiromi absolutely fucked his shit up and put him in the hospital too)(”Yeah I look bad, but you should see what I did to the other guy”)

PETS: No animals, but lots of house plants. I could see him having fish if anything, especially an aquarium with plants. Probably a fan of marimo moss balls 🥺

WEAPONS: 💪THESE GUNS💪 firecrackers (haemanthus bomb), laser pointer (gladiolus laser), snake ribbon things (violet spider) and apparently 80+ other secret attacks... I guess you could also count his board and the spikes on his costume??

SUBSTANCES: Alcohol (kind of a lightweight), he had cigarettes in the host club drama??? 😬 Hopefully smoking's just an occasional social thing

DRIVER LICENSE?: See above (yes - and he does deliveries for work in that car. Skrrt skrrt.)

[outoftimewriting]

I have been listening to Welcome to the Black Parade (the album) for like a whole hour inside my head as I read about Jason Todd and it f i t s w a y t o o m u c h

so I'm writing as if this is a jason todd musical mcr style, that little emo (maybe the tracks are out of order about events but)

now hear me out

the first track is "The End" and it's serving Ghost!Jason at his own grave/funeral afterward his death

"you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not" = jason waking up in the grave

"another contusion, my funeral jag/here's my resignation, i'll serve it in drag" = his final time as robin ?? his resignation from the role, his fights with bruce, him getting more violent?

"come on, come on, oh, come on, i said save me (get me the hell out of here)" = he dying in the joker's hands

"save me! (too young to die, and my dear)" = do i really need to explain?

also the whole song is about a funeral

the second track is "Dead!" and i could make the same comparison (jason is dead hehe) but this song is actually Jason singing to himself AND joker as the red hood

"and if your heart stops beating, i'll be here wondering: did you get what you deserve? the ending of your life" = the joker dying would be enough to punish him?

"have you heard the news that you're dead? no one ever had much nice to say, i think they never liked you anyway" = so this is jason's dramatic ass bitch comeback singing to the joker and HIMSELF about how no one really mourned him

"wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand" = definitely red hood

"oh motherfucker, if life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing?" = this is the joker's answer. or maybe is jason being extra dramatic because there's also a line "then why am i dead?"

then it comes the "This is How I Disappear" track, which is basically Jason and Bruce talking

"to un-explain the unforgivable, drain all the blood and give the kids a show" = the confrontation in the tower with tim

"there's things that i have done, you never should ever know" = this is about jason's breaking the "rule"

"and live my life alone, forever now / who walks among the famous living dead" = jason talking about him going solo and being dead

"you wanna see how far down i can sink? let me go fuck" = jason screaming at bruce

The next track, "The Sharpest Lives", it's really all about The Outlaws

"a light to burn all the empires, so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be" = Starfire? Artemis?

"give me a shot to remember, and you can take all the pain away from me" = this is Jason

"the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead" = roy? jay? all of them really

i could continue and show were each point is but the whole vibe of the song fits the messy lives of the outlaws and the whole "forsaken heroes" they have going on

The title track, "Welcome to the Black Parade", is all about Jason's relationship with Bruce

"When I was a young boy/My father took me into the city to see a marching band / He said, "Son, when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" / He said, "Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?""

IS THERE ANYTHING MORE ROBIN AND BATMAN THAN THIS???

"And through it all, the rise and fall / The bodies in the streets / And when you're gone, we want you all to know / We'll carry on, we'll carry on / And though you're dead and gone, believe me / Your memory will carry on" = this is about either Jason being "replaced" or Bruce being "dead"

"I won't explain or say I'm sorry/ I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars / Give a cheer for all the broken / Listen here, because it's who we are / Just a man, I'm not a hero." = this is Jason refusing to apologize for being who he is

the next track is actually "I Don't Love You" and it's ALSO about Bruce, perhaps Dick?

"And after all this time that you still owe, you're still the good-for-nothing, I don't know / So take your gloves and get out / Better get out, while you can" = pick up your shit and leave me alone, jason style

"When you go, would you have the guts to say: 'I don't love you, like I loved you yesterday'" = this is about him being "replaced" by tim again, and also bc bruce didn't unalive the joker

maybe this is more a dick song than a bruce song bc of the drama, and also the little quote about "knock you down and out is where you oughta stay" feels more like he's talking to dick? idk

The "House of Wolves" track is just a big ass mess, and it's jason's joker/bruce confrontation where bruce again don't unalive this fucking clown

"And I'll be grantin' your permission / 'Cause you haven't got a prayer" = this is about him going to unalive the joker

Well, I think I'm gonna burn in Hell / Everybody burn the house right down / And say what I wanna say / Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave / Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray / Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave" = this is about bruce glorifying his death and treating Robin!Jason as an angel and red hood as the "bad man", that he is going to hell, blablabla

"So get the choir boys around you / It's a compliment, I swear" = this is about Tim/Dick and their "perfection" as "obedient robins"

"You better run like the devil / 'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone / You better hide up in the alley / 'Cause they're never gonna find you a home" = joker won't have anywhere to hide where Jason won't find him and unalive him

"And as the blood runs down the walls / You see me creepin' up these halls / I've been a bad motherfucker" = Jason about himself to Bruce

The next track is "Cancer" and I'm uncertain yet but PERHAPS this is a mix of Jason's dying on the warehouse and flashbacks about his mom (not she*la this bitch) dying

but there's a lot of mentions to actual cancer so perhaps it's the least well-suited song to jason

i do like this line a lotttt though

"Help her gather all my things / And bury me in all my favorite colors / My sisters and my brothers, still"

Then there's "Mama" and this is Jason in the warehouse with Sheila in his last moments and oooooh it's the full song

"Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die / Mama, we're all gonna die / Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry / Mama, we're all gonna die" = i don't even

"We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah / You made us oh so famous; / We'll never let you go / And when you go don't return to me my love" = THE FIRES OF THE EXPLOSION

"Mama, we're all full of lies / Mama, we're meant for the flies / And right now they're building a coffin your size / Mama, we're all full of lies" = The lies of SERVING THE FUCKING JOKER

"She said, "You ain't no son of mine!" / For what you've done they're / Gonna find a place for you" = he is saying she's going to hell for being a bitch

If you want me to explain my thoughts about the last five songs of the album comment and all cause I'm a lil tired now

gimme thoughts about it all bc this feels like a jason todd musical

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: lollllyeah, very valid question I just don't happen to use it dhdhd.

And it's always ridiculous howwww bad it frequently is + how it would be much easier to make one of the straight characters who already give off ~vibes~ queer but nope just poorly written stereotypes in most cases. 🙃 Oh yeah 5 has some terribleee writing between them. Like, I get Sam was estranged & all but the writers needed to try harder to sell that they are literal.actual.sisters. instead of just Melissa & Jenna's chemistry. It's wild when you think about how much Sidney & Gale are c o n s t a n t l y butting heads from out the gate & it has lead to them having one of the. most complex final girl dynamics in the entire genre. But there's such a disconnect between Sam & Tara. 💀 Not hot either, huh? I think it was just a matter of coincidence, collateral damage & all that, since Michael is ~evil/a force of nature~ like how most of the deaths in Kills could've been avoided if people had not gotten in his way. 👍 (a different kind of knife fr 🍆) Absolutely agreed. It's grown on me a little over the years, but H20 is still the ultimate version of Laurie to me with Ends coming very close for having a more ~natural~ presentation of her trauma. Gives you a few ideas @ "take it," with him filling you full of his own meat, huh? 🤭

MTE @ the lizard (& yeah, I do believe you're right @ the transformation, they were really cutting some corners there dkdbsk). But, yup, we should've just got one. really good antagonist cause while I can see pieces of both of them that work, the movie was undeniably overstuffed, especially when considering the deleted MJ sub-plot like whyyyy so much going on it. (Ooh, okay, will do. Thanks for the heads up. 🤭) Uh oh. That doesn't sound like a particularly resounding endorsement lollll. It seems like Tom keeps getting screwed out of getting something reallyyyyy juicy to sink his teeth into (the innuendo in that statement is already obvious). Idk if it's cause he has such a ~baby face~ still or w/e, but he needs a new agent fr to find him more daring material. But, yeah, I feel you. We need a villain that is entirely. Tom's, not attached to Tony in some way or brought in from another universe, completely just tied to him & specifically him. Oh, that'd such a hot idea. You knowwww he's almost been caught using it so many times cause the increased sex drive makes him insatiable & needing. to stick his dick into something. It's the easiest thing for when he doesn't wanna go through the trouble of finding someone else & the legs on his tip makes him cum soooo hard that he'll be left leaning back & panting. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 Yesss. I perfectly picture it cause you know Thor has such an ego (& a good reason for it cause you know it is h e f t y) that he refuses to concede to a machine & would keep pounding Peter until he told him his hammer was better. 🛠 Exactly, exactly. It just makes the sounds of him slipping inside you wetter & sloppier than usual & makes it feel better when his dick is stretching your walls. 🫣  And, even then, as previously covered elsewhere, he feels most comfortable naked, so you know he'd be ready & willing for you to slip everything off. 👀

You get it 🤤

Yup, the disconnect is why I have to be like 🤔 By anyone who's even wanted to get between them cheeks tbh. And what is this special punishment he has reserved for them? 😳 omfg I knowwww @ AoU. I unpopularly would classify him. more of the villain in that over Ultron cause he just...ignored. all reasoning & common sense to make that mfer, yet n o b o d y takes him to task for it. This conversation is really bringing back each & every thing I can't stand about that character & only. him as far as the OG team is concerned cause the movies let him get away with soooo much! 🖕 (Oh, do tell @ Mysterio having a possible crazy kink) Ugh it's suchhhh a crime Peter & Pietro never met (& how. bullshit Pietro's death was) Yup. Plus, getting to watch both Tom & Jake get reallyyyyy angry with their characters dealing with their complex feelings over Tony would've been 🥵  (Yesss, you get it & you know he'd be gulping it just so he could keep getting more ~material~ to test 🤤) Ah, kinda clever title there. (Well, you know I support you exploring this idea cause short!top!Peter supremacy >>>> + the mental image of him just having a firm. grip on your shoulders with his muscles flexing while he's plapplapplaping away at your hole is 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨)

Gonna make you feel pregnant even if it would be impossible. 🤫

Not surprising to hear. People regularly do a lot of stupid shit & that intensifies during the holidays. What all do you have to do in the ER?

The best actors are. 🙌 Care to decipher those blanks for me? 🫣

Fingers crossed. Idk if I'll manage to watch for myself before the year ends cause I have a few things to catch up on. But yeahhh, religion only really tends to work for me in media when there's some form of commentary being made for similar reasons. Doing more than just praying for sure. 👀

sdbdksk your reaction to Percy Jackson.

yeah like i don’t mind responding to this but they do be lengthy sometimes😭

Yesss ugh like they have potential but just make them “friends” and render another character gay, which isn’t an issue, but the queer-designated character ends up being worse than if they bothered to add the nuance to the two characters that worked better. Like, I get that Sam would drop everything and make sure she’s okay, because they have history and grew apart. That’s not any reason to ensure that she’s okay, but when they reunite, that’s where all the problems start. Tara is mad at Sam and she never really has a talk with her that changes that, she just gets attacked and then Sam’s by her side to make sure she’s safe. It makes the scene later when Sam’s like “you really think i wouldn’t trust my own sister??” after seeing her tied up in the closet feel less earned, because Tara kinda would have every reason to be behind ghostface. She’s openly mad at Sam, who was withholding a secret related to one of the original killers sooo. Exactly, they want Tara and Sam to be the new Gale and Sidney but it doesn’t work at alll. Even with Sidney’s fleeting time in the movies until her absence, they still had a better dynamic (even in 6 when Gale’s putting herself in danger and “keeping Sidney safe”.) I dunno… I like my cute little princess pookies to be deadly and big. True, but if that was the case I might as well be throwing myself to him🫣 Yeah I like that Laurie finds closure as the trilogy progresses, and it does feel as good as H20s by the end. Exactly! He could track me down and give me that meat raw🤭 he doesn’t have to get the cook to do anything fr

Yeah I really hate how little we get of Peter and Gwen as a result. It felt like a response to the negative reaction of the first movie from fans, until 2 ended up being so bad they just cancelled 3 sksjsk. Tom said in a recent interview that he needs a new agent lol, and HE DOESSSSS. The movies he’s getting aren’t the worst, like his talents still shine through but the actual quality of each movie/show has been so meh or bad. Cherry was good to me but ik critics didn’t like it, same for the devil all the time. Decent, but not great or really outstanding. Same for the other Disney projects he’s in. I’m happy to say he’s losing his baby face (sad and happy. I love it for being so mf adorable but also woof he looks even better🫣) So true @ the villain. He needs his own, Mysterio was good but not his and same for the Vulture. (I don’t even wanna talk about green goblin. I hate to say that I am a hater of his. Not the actor tho, Willem is great but the character is just… and it’s made even worse that this isn’t even MCU Peter’s green goblin, it’s a rehash of someone else’s.) Peters heightened sex drive + the fact that he gets no bitches canonically is so funny to me. I feel like you would hug him and he’d be leaking already. Maybe just over stimulated from the spider suit on a particularly horny night patrol. Thor has two hammers, and one is definitely bigger than the other🫣 I know Steve could’ve lifted both sksjs Thor having more stamina than Peter (I wonder, could he go days at a time because he lives for thousands of years and therefore time compared to a human like Peter would mean he can last much, much longer. Even with Peter’s mutated dna? Sorry i’m gonna cut myself off because i love genetics😭) He could totally sell it and be rich… but he’s keeping it just to use on you because🫣 I know Wally just has that look of eagerness when he can strip everything off and do whatever he wants naked, no boundaries in the way of sexual stuff and he can just flip from watching tv and w/e to tugging it with ease🤭

Yeah I don’t like itttt but maybe it’ll be done better in the next trilogy. Maybe. Ohhhh i see he has some competition. Well, call me Nathan Drake because I’m exploring Uncharted territory first🤭 the punishment probably involves a sore throat for Christmas. The present, if you were nice, would been his ass or him using his dick sweetly like candy canes sksjsj. Instead, he’ll be rough with it like coal, since coal’s kind of outdated… So true about Tony. He caused the conflict and recklessly endangered everyone. If it’s getting you that riled up, let’s talk about the characters we do like lmaoo. I mean Peter having a weird kink and exploring it and Mysterio being like “oh my god my eyes!!” Like he’d be the only one to see it, and maybe Peter takes advantage of that but I could also see Mysterio exploring stuff in there that’s unconventional😶‍🌫️ HOW DOES THE FASTEST PERSON ALIVE GET SHOT?!???? By guns no less?! Not even a tank that covers a lot of ground so maybe he would get hurt. Bullets. Mf bullets. Anyways Pietro and Peter became besties (and maybe more. i could see pietro having love at first site when he joined the team) Oh totally, I’d love for them to have some complex, messed up feelings that they take out on each other in both anger and desire. Peter wants that dad figure back and look at the dilf right there😳!! And oh, he knew Tony? Even better for him, but Mysterio’s angry at Tony so it’s like hatefucking type of stuff eventually😮‍💨 He’s chugging it like crazy because Peter shoots out so much (how else does he have enough webs to swing around all of new york??😶‍🌫️) Technically, he wouldn’t be short for me… still a few inches taller😪 so I’m the shorter one, but I get the image!! Those muscles just doing their thing as he’s stark (haha stark) naked and going at it at your hole.

Oh i bet, they’d go till you are actually pregnant😮‍💨 might take a long time butttt

So, because I’m still working to getting my degree + license in med school, I’m basically cleaning the equipment and prepping it for usage and shadowing doctors/nurses in the ER if they’re affiliated with my college. (The hospital that the ER is attached to is right next to the college and they have this whole program, it’s pretty sick .. literally) Its mostly just to help get field experience and ensure a job later down the line when we can actually do all the things we need to be licensed to do. (unfortunately, no extra credit for all that time being there😪)

Maybe over uh… dm?😉 I don’t want to get too crazy on these posts lmaoo

Yeah I won’t have much room to speak with the blood of christ pumping through his dick- and make the bread really hard (bad joke?)

ITS SO BAD AND IM NOT A PERCY JACKSON MIDDLE SXHOOLER. … i was into warrior cats okay😭 i returned to the books a while back for nostalgic purposes and the continuity errors of basic appearance is CRAZY

[flowers-n-felines]

🫐, 🔮, ☔️? ;w;

🫐 - What aesthetic do you associate with your F/O (or your general dynamic with them)?

Lovecore, cleancore aesthetics. Idk why but Dia gives me vibes of being really into the aesthetic appeal of cleanliness but his mental health and living conditions pre and current part 5 weren't good because of his lifestyle but once he's back post part 5 he really starts to better himself, in the ways he can. Lovecore because the pinks imo, like he's maybe a classic 80's fan of lovecore? Silly goofy little valentine heart cards and shit. He refuses to acknowledge he has a soft spot for the aesthetic though.

That and he loves the surreal sort of art and visuals that exist out there.

🔮 - What’s your dream future with you and your F/O (for example, where do you wanna live? would you like kids)? Think of this question as explaining your ideal happily-ever-after with them!

Sunday finally gets the transaffirming care he deserves, Dia gets to live in a real body again, they both live in the Italian countryside. Doppio is given a proper burial site on the property, even if it's a symbolic grave that doesn't contain remains. Diavolo wanted to make amends with Doppio after the dude endured 33 years with him. He really reflected upon himself in the loop and realized how horrible of a headmate he was to Doppio. The least he can do is show he's sorry by honoring him.. Sunday would have a little bookstore in the city that he runs, offers little spiritual services and has the old vineyard to tend to. Dia helps out with the vineyard and handles most of the jobs with pertaining to selling off the products they gather from harvests. They're happy and living humbly and without fanfare.

☔️ - What do you and your F/O do when you’re trapped in rainy weather?

Kiss him I mean what-- Anyways uhhh we try to run inside, as wet clothes and wet feet are a sensory nightmare. I do love watching the rain though. The sounds are lovely. Diavolo likes to sit with me when I'm just quietly observing. He hadn't taken the time to just stop and..... Absorb life. Often times we're in such a rush that we forget to just. Breathe. Live. And take in the small things of the world.

[mypoisonedvine]

awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader

based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era

You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.

With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.

With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.

With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.

With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.

With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.

Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.

He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.

"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."

"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"

You whined a little but nodded.

"So tell me what you want," he prompted.

"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.

"You— I— what?" he stammered.

"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“

"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"

"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."

"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"

You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.

"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."

"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."

He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."

You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.

"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."

"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.

"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."

"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."

"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."

"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.

"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."

"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."

He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.

"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.

He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.

"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.

"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.

"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"

He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.

You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."

He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.

"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”

Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.

You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.

"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.

"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.

You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.

“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”

He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.

You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.

“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”

“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...

[mystical-lemonade]

Oh! Here the fluff one. Can you do a vice-dorm leader accidentally seeing their s/o that taking a bath in the lake (or maybe river?) near ramshackle dorm because the water in the dorm is not working.

Wanna see a bird dad get scold and whack. With fem s/o please~

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2,095

Pairings: Trey Clover x f!reader, Ruggie Bucchi x f!reader, Jade Leech x f!reader, Jamil Viper x f!reader, Rook Hunt x f!reader, Lilia Vanrouge x f!reader

Trey had thought he was being nice. You had complained to him that the water at Ranshackle was spotty at the best of times.

And now you were having even more issues. To the point you had a hard time getting enough water to cook with

So there he was, standing at your door with a tupperware full of warm dinner and after a full 5 minutes you had still not answered

So he decided to look around for you.

And when he made his way down the path, to the far reaches of the dorm where the river was. To say he was shocked was an understatement

There you were, in the waist high water, back to him, water making your skin glisten in the evening sun. Fully naked.

He immediately screwed his eyes shut, turning away from you. He certainly did now want to see anymore of you without your express permission

Now after his mind could back up to the situation, Trey became less mortified and more worried. People walked through this area, what if someone saw you!

"Um, sweetheart? Its me Trey, I have my back turned but um... perhaps you could come out? I'm a little worried that someone might accidentally end up peeping on you. Since it is after dinner and well...because I almost did."

Trey apologises for the invasion of your privacy, but he does try and make it better through making you a delicious dessert for after you eat the dinner he made you.

Ruggie had heard that the fish in the river that ran past Ramshakle were huge because of the lack of people who disturbed them.

So there he was, standing by the river's edge expecting to find an empty river bank and a body of water full of fish

And what did he find but a wet uniform, laid over a rock drying in the sun, and the very much naked body of which the uniform belonged to

In absolute shock, Ruggie dropped his gear, which fell to the ground with a clatter loud enough to call attention to him

"Y-Y/N, um. Wow. Wait no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to peep. I just wanted to fish! Okay okay I'll go, no need to- did you just throw a rock at me?"

Ruggie feigned hurt, how could his sweet significant other throw stones at him for simply wishing to fish. He was only trying to be a resourceful hyena, not a peeping tom.

With a good natured laugh, he hightailed it out of that area, his cheeks a nice rosy pink from shame, leaving you alone to continue your bath.

What Ruggie didn't expect was for the thoughts about what you looked like as you bathed to haunt him while he waited for a bite.

Ruggie will freely admit, he is not innocent by a long stretch, and as his significant other he admits you have starred in some fantasies of his. But never quite like this before; in his fantasies you had never looked so, breath taking.

He definitely had to give up on the hunt for a free fish dinner that evening, his head was far too full of other thoughts to focus.

It was times like this that Jade found himself regretting going along with Azul's plans

How Floyd had managed to drop a very important artifact into an out of the way lake half hour from Ramshakle and a whole hour's hike from where he should have taken it was beyond Jade

And because Floyd refused to fix his mistake, and Azul was too "busy" read self conscious to swim down and get it himself Jade had to down a potion to not only revert the transformation to a human, but find one that would let him breathe without the lake water killing him.

So there at the bottom of the muck was Jade, artifact in hand when a splash above him drew his attention away from his thoughts of what he would do to Floyd as punishment.

Above him was a human, a clearly naked human. One who looked a bit like they were bathing close to the dock.

So being an unfortunately inquisitive eel he approached hiding amongst the dark water under the dock, he sat, hoping to spook the human standing in the chest height water before making his discreet escape. Afterall he definitely needed to burn off some steam before going back to Azul

To his glee, the human was not just any, but his significant other. You truly looked gorgeous, the water dripping down your back making delightful trails across your skin. It was so very tempting for him to just swim up and take a bite of your exposed flesh.

Placing the artifact down, Jade approached, keeping as low to the lake bed as possible while not alerting you to his presence.

You jolted when you felt something trail up your inner thigh and wrap around it, but were willing to brush it off as a plant until you found yourself being tugged down into the water by large hands. The gentle kiss you received once you were fully submerged was certainly a shock too.

Jade forced down the urge to grin as he nibbled on your bottom lip, a hand placed on your hip while the other tangled into your hair. As he pulled you both back to the surface, his tail wrapped around your leg still Jade found that smile creeping back up again.

"Yes, perhaps I will blow off some steam before going back to Azul. Afterall, such an opportunity to have my Dearest like this wouldn't be terribly common."

Jamil needed a break desperately. Kalim had thrown yet another party and then even though he promised Jamil help with the take down after it was done. But Kalim had forgotten and left it all to him, again

So there he was knocking at the door of Ramshakle, waiting to be let in so he could vent about his day to you. His darling significant other, his Desert Blossom, the one person who sees him as a person and not just for his relationship to Kalim. And at this time that is exactly what Jamil needs.

To his surprise Grim opened the door. "Nyaa what do ya want, I was napping. Oh its you Jamil, looking for my human? Well they're not here, they're down at the waterfall...They're having a bath I think, said the water in the door was black and smelt funny."

Now Jamil was a little confused, why would you not tell him about the unsafe water at Ramshackle, he would have been happy to let you use his shower. He was also mildly annoyed at Grim shutting the door in his face, so he made his way down to where grim had motioned towards

When he heard the water but still couldn't quite see anything more than the top of the waterfall, but not the pool below he called out to you, "Y/N, Blossom, grim told me you were down here, may I sit and speak to you? I have quite a bit of frustration to get off my chest and would appreciate if you would listen."

Jamil had expected you to say sure, stay there and we can chat, not for you to extend the invitation to join you. He was a little embarrassed but, something in him snapped. The thought of getting to hold you in his arms right then, was too much, and before he knew it, his hands were tugging off his outfit and laying it all on a rock where it wouldn't get wet

Within a few moments he was entering the pool gracefully, and like he desired, had you in his arms. What he didn't anticipate was the gentle caressing hands that came up to run through his wet, loose hair.

And so as he stood in the chest height water where you were, he began to tell all about his frustrations. Carefully ignoring the fact he could feel your bare chest against his own.

He eventually was coaxed into sitting down on a near by rock so you could wash his hair and back for him. He needed to relax, and what better way for him to do so than to have you his lovely s/o pamper him like a king.

To get it out of the way, Rook absolutely knew you would be going to the river to bathe. He had been watching you since you left Ramshakle, arms full with your toiletry and laundry bags

He had no perverted thoughts in mind, only the vague thought of how long it would take you to notice his presence, and daydreams about how you would look like a beautiful water nymph from legends

And he was right! You did look lovely, sitting on the river bed as you washed. Hair slicked back from your face, giving him a gorgeous view of your face.

Rook was so overwhelmed with affection for you that he found himself slipping his notebook from his pocket to write a sweet note to you about how positively gorgeous you looked in this moment

The 3 page (front and back) poem he penned in that moment, was full of all the emotions you instilled in his heart. All his appreciation, all the dreams and hopes for a future with you he deeply desired, and it was all for you, his bunny.

The dull sound of something hitting the tree close to where you sat, made you look up, immediately recognising the note pinned with an arrow was what it was that made the sound. You stood up, carelessly grabbibg for something to cover you and preserve what little modesty you had left

"Rook Hunt! You get your ass out here right now or so help me I will personally rip up that hat you love so damn much. DO YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE!"

The soft "très beauté" that came from you left had you picking up as many rocks as you could and throwing them at the retreating form of man you were dating.

Once you were certain he was gone, you quickly dressed and made your way over to the note. It was a lovely poem, how Rook managed to write such nice sonnets with barely any effortalways astounded you.

Was it incredibly annoying that he seemingly had no regard for boundaries? At times yes. But at least he was always ensuring that you clearly knew how much he loved and appreciated all of you, imperfections and all.

Lilia really hadn't meant to spy on you, but when he heard that his little Honeybee was shooing away Malleus from Ramshackle's Gardens despite the strong friendship between you two

Well it peaked his interest to say the least. What were you planning? A surprise perhaps?

That was the mindset he had when he approached. A surprise he got! Just mot the kind he was expecting. There sitting on the bank of the river was you, naked at the day you were born, head full of soap suds.

A bath? That's why you were banning Malleus from wandering around until the clock struck 9. Interesting!

Deciding to tease you he appeared behind you silently and spoke next to your ear "I mean I too love the feeling of cool river water but, dont you think modern plumbing is a little more convient Honeybee?"

The yelp of shock as you flailed away from him was worth the shampoo bottle thrown at his face. The conditioner that smacked into his throat was less funny when he choked.

"Thats not funny Lilia! Ow ow owie, now I got soap in my eye! Damn you and your bats right back to the hole you crawled your way out of"

Lilia chuckled again, the mild nature of the insults you were lobbing his way only amusing him further.

"Turn around dear, let me apologise by washing your hair out for you." And so he did. His hand covering your now red eyes as he rinsed out the soap from your locks. His fingers gently working along your hair as he made sure that the conditioner he  grabbed, after it was used to throat punch him, permeated all the hair

It was absolutely heavenly for you, and as you melted into his careful and adoring touches, the song Lilia had begun to hum lulling you into a peaceful almost meditative state. All you could think was, perhaps you should make him do this again.

Thank you for the request Dear. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

I want to make it clear, I know Ruggie is not a vice dorm leader but...I haven't gotten to write for my hyena boy yet so he shall be a bonus. For future reference, I will most likely include Ruggie in vice dorm leader posts when I can since so many others in the fandom do as well.

If you liked the post and want to see more from me feel free to send me a request . See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter

[patchworkpuzzle]

~Rainbow Anon.

Henlo, hope things are aight! I just woke up to some more Puppygirl thoughts and wanted to request a Katsuki, Mirio, and whoever as your third (separate) having a s/o that's a Puppygirl that hasn't been praised by her ex at all, and they're MadTM about it, because how can anybody /not/ praise her? She's perfect and deserves all of the praise!

Oh. My. Goodness. YES I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!! I made Kirishima the third person..... cause reasons.... 😖

MINORS DNI 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Paring(s): Bakugou, Mirio, Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: puppy play kink, squirting, dirty talk, oral (both male and female receiving), loooottttss of praise.

Authors Note: so because this is dealing with reader having praise issues, that can be somewhat triggering to some, though I don’t go into detail about it I still just wanna put that out there! Also... I hope this is good enough for you, Rainbow Anon!

When you first brought it up, he was confused. You wanted to be treated like a puppy? Wear a muzzle? Bark? All that stuff?

You had to calm him down. Telling him it doesn’t and didn’t have to be that extreme. Just wearing the ears, tail, and collar, and being told what to do was really all you wanted.

Well that certainly got his attention.

Needless to say, it didn’t take him long to get into it.

That’s how you ended up on your knees, settling comfortably between his spread-out legs, sucking him off. The sounds of your collar jingling, ringing faster the more adamant you work, and his groans were filling the air around you.

Every now and then he would talk to you, saying absolute FILTH as he tugs on your hair to take ‘deeper, all the way in, yeah just like that. Good, good girl.’

The praise, whenever he gave it, was making you shift uncomfortably, not the “I want to touch myself’ uncomfortable, and letting out small whines of displeasure

You’ve now done it a few times and he’s had enough.

After the last whine hums around him, he pulls your hair to take you off him. Bluntly asking you what the hell was wrong.

You couldn’t keep his intense gaze, instead shifting your eyes to the floor as you state that you’re not used to the praise. That your ‘ex wasn’t exactly keen on giving it to me, so now when it happens I get a little uncomfortable’

Your apology after you explain makes him scoff, he’s not mad at you though. He makes it clear when he tells you not to apologize for something like that.

Internally he is pissed, absolutely irate over the fact that your scumbag of an ex wouldn’t give you any semblance of praise, that you so clearly deserve to have. I mean look at you! You deserve to be told just how amazing you are, and what a fantastic job you’re doing!

But he doesn’t let it show. Externally he just puts on an evil smirk and picks you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom. Ignoring you squirming and questioning until he throws you onto the mattress.

Before you had the chance to get up he slaps your ass, pinning your shoulders down as he pulls your hips up. Growling in your ear, he tells you he’s ‘gonna give you all the praise you deserve’

You cry out, cumming yet again, your release gushing out of you and onto the sheets as he gives you a groan over it, slapping your clit to make more gush out. Your body becomes sore at the position he has you pinned in; refusing to let you move an inch.

You whimper at his touch, and whine when his pace is still unrelenting as his hips snap into your backside.

“Fuck yeah, puppy. Look at you gushing around me like a dumb bitch in heat. You like that huh? Like how your perfect cunt keeps squeezing me…. So tight!”

He leans his head down, biting your shoulder as he growls yet again at how you clench around him, clearly enjoying what he’s saying.

“Yeah just like. Such a good puppy slut, making me feel so good. Gonna cum deep into you, and you’re gonna take it all. Like the good girl you are, right? Like the perfect puppy you are.”

You cry out a yes, unable to tell him different, unable to find any fault in his praise when he fucks so good.

He was into it the moment you brought it up when your relationship first started getting sexual. Of course, you could be his good girl! He would want nothing more!

Now, you’re in his lap. It started innocent enough, just wanting to cuddle you close as you watch some TV, but it didn’t take long for it to end up with you humping his thigh.

His grip on your hips is tight, as he guides you up and down the expanse of his thighs, flexing his muscles to get you panting all pretty for him. Enjoying how you mewl a little when your clit makes contact every now and then.

He’s telling you how pretty you look, and what a good job you’re doing, and how good of a girl you are at listening to him while getting off on his thigh.

You tried to keep your voice down, but a sad whimper comes out anyway after his praise washes over you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

He halts all movement, bringing his hands up to cup your face. A look of worry on his face as he asks you what’s wrong.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you tell him it's not true; that you’re not a good girl. Your ex never told you before so what he’s saying right now must not be true

Mirio is totally devastated by your answer, but still tries to brighten the mood and make you feel better. He reassures you, telling you that all he said is true and how perfect you are for him as he plants so many kisses all over you as he holds you close.

He says sweet truths about you, and telling you because you’re so wonderful is the reason why he says them all the time cause they’re true and he’s just gotta tell you

He’ll remind you as often as he can now at just how perfect you are.

“That’s it, just like that. Look at you! You’re doing so good, puppy!”

You let out a mewl that is almost a sob as you slowly, inch by inch, seat yourself down on his cock. The girth stretching your walls almost painfully as you try to take all of him in. Curling in on yourself as you hide your face into his neck, allowing him to finish slowly pushing you down all the way.

“Good girl” He groans when he finally bottoms out, slowly raising your hips up and down to help adjust you to his size “Taking me so well in this perfect pussy of yours. Feels so good, puppy, no one but you can make me feel this way.”

You whine at his, trying to lift your hips to go faster. In an attempt to get him to stop praising you or to cum faster, you wouldn’t know. But what you do know is that you let out a sob when he slows you down, grinding you slowly on top of him.

“Ah ah, puppy. Slow down. Can’t go too fast, I want to savor every last perfect inch of you, okay?”

And well, you’re his good little girl so you let him do as he wants.

When you told him that you wanted to try something different, he didn’t know what to expect but was excited, nonetheless.

When he came home the next day to find you sitting on your knees waiting for him at the front door, lingerie, tail, ears, and collar on. Well, this man became beet RED.

He doesn’t stay flustered for long though, quickly picking you up and running to your bedroom to get things going. You giggle at his excitement and enthusiasm as he quickly sheds you both of your clothing, making sure to keep your accessories one cause god damn

Before long you’re in a mating press, unable to stop wailing and crying out as he pounds harshly into your drooling cunt.

He’s way more into it than you both thought as he leans himself further onto you to whisper some dirty praise into your ear. Telling you that ‘you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Atta girl, yeah, keep squeezing me like that with your perfect cunt. You’re my perfect puppy, aren’t you?’

 His praise was making you feel dizzy, but not in the happy high feeling. More like you’re falling in your dreams, that weird twist in your gut that was one out of pleasure was turning into one of guilt.

You whimper out a quiet ‘no’ and that immediately made his hips stuttered to a stop. It was so out of character for you, in this moment and ones previously, that he couldn’t help but nervously ask what was wrong.

You tell about the praise he just gave you. How, due to previous partners (mainly your most recent ex), that you aren’t used to it. That it makes you feel guilty for him to tell you those things.

He responds by immediately putting your legs down and pulling you upright to sit in his lap, holding you close. Petting your hair, he tells you that your ex was wrong. Dumb and downright stupid for not thinking you anything less then the perfect girl you are.

In fact, why doesn’t he try and make you believe it right now?

“P-please!” You blubber out, trying to pull his head from away from your cunt as your nth orgasm was approaching. The feeling almost painful now, as the pleasure was too intense. “No more!”

“Not yet, puppy.” He chuckled at your feeble attempt “You weren’t being too nice to yourself earlier, so now you gotta take you punishment.”

You just sob at his comment, knowing you are unable to deter him from doing as he pleased. Shaking violently and screaming out into your bedroom when you cum over his face yet again, no longer embarrassed but the sucking and slurping sounds that come from him as he slurps up your release like a man starved.

“God, you taste so sweet puppy. Look at how pretty your pussy is” He rubs at your clit once more, making you keen loudly “Being such a good girl for making such a mess for me, for gushing for me…”

He takes a lick up your folds once again, smirking at your twitching legs.

“Now come one, be a good girl for your master and come one more time?”

[charliedawn]

Maybe the slashers with an S/O that likes wearing their clothing or accessories then pretends to act like them?

Freddy

Freddy enters the room and is about to ask you if you've seen his guitar anywhere when he sees you in his clothes and his jaw literally drops to the floor.

Once his initial shock over, he grins widely and closes the door behind him.

"Damn..How is it fair that my clothes look better on you than on me, huh ?!"

Smug as Hell. Nothing better to stroke his already gigantic ego.

"Twirl a bit. Let me see.."

Freddy has his eyes glued on you and leans back against the door to look at you.

You *talks with a very heavy accent ND start cursing abundantly* : "Damn ! F*ck ! I'm hot ! Did you look at me ?! Sh*t ! I could actually f*ck myself ?!"

Freddy bursts out laughing when you start praising—well—him and nods.

"Yeah..Not a bad idea."

You beam, thinking that he's complimenting you on the idea of you dressing as him, but you should have known better with Freddy. He flashes you a daring grin.

"Well ? What are you waiting for ? Remember..Freddy Krueger wouldn't refuse."

You blush as you understand the true meaning behind his words and sigh before following him.

"A good actor always sees it through.."

Pennywise :

Pennywise immediately freezes as he sees you wearing his costume and can't help but laugh as he sees you fumble with the buttons.

"Stupid buttons..Stupid costume..Stupid everything !"

"You got it, kiddo ! That's the spirit ! It's like looking in a mirror !"

You look up with an arked eyebrow and see the clown smiling like the Cheshire cat himself.

"Let me guess..You're not gonna help ?"

Pennywise's smile grows.

"Bingo."

You sigh loudly before finally closing the suit and this is when Pennywise decides to approach, but as soon as he tries to touch you, you slap his hand away.

"Nope. I'm 'allergic to human interactions', remember ?"

He represses a groan of annoyance and is about to voice his protest when something seems to click in his mind and he smirks at you.

"Oh ? But, I'm no human..I'm Pennywise and I can touch whoever I want.."

You suddenly feel a pull and find yourself in his arms before you can register what's going on.

"Hey ! No fair !"

You scream in indignation, but Pennywise only shrugs before placing his hands on your back.

"Pennywise doesn't play fair.."

You humph and cross your arms over your chest unhappily.

"Oh yeah ?! Try without the gloves then, if you're so brave !"

Pennywise's smile falls. He's still not very comfortable with touching..but, he would do anything for you.

He winks at you before raising a gloved hand and gets it off with his teeth.

He then cups your cheek gently and tilts his head to look at you properly.

"Satisfied ?"

You don't answer. You're actually surprised. It's the first time Pennywise and you have ever touched without any barrier between the two of you. His hand is..cold.

But, the moment doesn't last and in a heartbeat, Pennywise is gone.

Penny :

Penny enters your bedroom and smiles widely as he sees you in his outfit and immediately picks you up to look at you.

"YOU'RE SO CUTE !"

You squeal in happiness as he spins you around in his arms and try to make your voice as high-pitched as him when you scream.

"YOU TOO ! WANNA HUG ?!"

Penny nods vividly before hugging you tightly around him. However, a far more interesting idea appears in your mind as you ask in a whisper.

"Can I bite you ?"

Penny stops laughing abruptly and he gives you a blank face before smiling again and nodding.

"SURE ! HERE !"

He gives you his arm and rolls up the sleeve, but you have another idea and shake your head.

"Actually..I was thinking of another area ?"

He tilts he head curiously at you before you stare at his lips and Penny seems to understand and frowns.

"You wanna bite my lips ? Why ?"

He doesn't seem to understand and you sigh before gripping Penny's collar to yank him down (he's a very tall fella)

You kiss Penny and his eyes grow wide, but he still indulges..until you bite him.

You thought he would be surprised or at least let out a little noise of discomfort, but it's you who's taken by surprise when he only growls and brings you closer to him.

You sometimes forget that Penny is not as innocent as he seems..

He only stops when you need to breathe and smiles again, but this time, his eyes hold more than simple innocent glee.

"That was fun ! I'm glad we tried ! We should definitely do that again ! But, next time ?.." His voice drops an octave "...I'll bite you all over."

You shiver as Penny seems so serious all of a sudden, but it quickly vanishes and he kisses you softly on the lips and turns around to leave.

"SEE YA LATER, Y/N !"

Michael :

Michael stops dead in his tracks when he sees you wearing his mask and smiles, knowing that you surely didn't mean anything bad by it.

"One thing's for sure. I like it better on you than on me."

He says and you suddenly turn around to face Michael who is leaning against the wall with a small playful smile playing on his lips.

You blush, but don't talk. You only cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. He mimics your position and smirks as you don't break eye contact.

"Oh yeah ? A staring contest ? Are you sure of yourself here, buddy ?"

When you don't answer and just keep staring at him with determination, he just keeps staring wordlessly until your eyes are watering and he knows that you're close to breaking point.

He gives you the 'coup de grâce' when he winks at you and his smile widens, as he knows that he's won.

You give up and blink multiple times, wiping the tears away.

"Damn it ! How do you do it ?!"

"Years and years of training..You'll win once. I'm sure."

He pats your back sympathetically before taking the mask away from you and putting it back in the suitcase hidden at the bottom of his closet.

He makes sure you don't notice his trembling hands as he touches the mask, or the worried frown he makes when the suitcase ins closed again.

He is worried..but won't tell you.

Michael feels Michael Myers creeping in the back of his mind, whispering sweet promises of relief in his ear. But, he won't listen. Never again..

[barnesbabee]

[B]reeding Kink || C.S

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙ]

Summary: He broke into your house, and now he’s breaking you. (it's not fucking consentual non-con it's just inmate!San istg)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: my fairy godmother said it was 4311 words

Genre: Smut

⚠ mention of drugs, breeding kink, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, inmate!San ⚠

  You woke up with loud banging on your door. It was so sudden, you didn’t know what time it was, what was happening, or where you were. It took you a quick second to scan your surroundings. 

    It was 2am, or so said the clock on your bedside table, and you were sitting up in your bed, startled and confused about the booming sound echoing through your house.

    You got up from the bed and hurriedly wrapped your robe around your body, however, just as you were getting to the living room to look through the peephole, the door burst open. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent any noise from coming out and hid behind the sofa, praying to whatever wanted to help you that he hadn’t seen you.

    You closed your eyes tightly and started breathing heavily as you heard the loud footsteps roam around your house. 

    It was hard to breathe and you felt as if someone was pressing on your chest. 

    You opened your eyes slowly and peeked behind the couch. You could see a man… His appearance wasn’t clear as the whole place was dark, the only thing illuminating the room being the moon. He had a broad back and dark hair, that you noticed, and he wore heavy, black boots, that left a trail of dirt wherever he walked. 

   Who was he? What did he want? Why was he in your apartment?

   You hid back and waited until you could no longer hear him.

    The silence of his steps felt unsettling… Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and it took all of the courage you had to peek around the couch once more. 

    However, this time you were met with a man’s face. He wore a wide, Cheshire Cat-like smile on his face as he stared right at you. You could almost feel his warm breath hit your face…

    “Hello, doll!” 

    You opened your mouth to scream but the male was faster. He slapped his hand over your face, preventing you from yelling for help or anything of the sort. 

    The male approached his lips to your ears.

   “I’m gonna need your help doll…”

   You took a look at his appearance. He had on a white, stained, and slightly ripped wife-beater, along with a flashy orange jumpsuit. You examined his body carefully. His hair was damp and his inked, very well-built arms were shiny, he had been running. You were inspecting everything as carefully as you possibly could.. when you noticed.

     Was that blood!? 

     There were little spots and splatters of dried, red liquid all over his clothes, which made you widen your eyes. What the fuck had he done!? 

     He noticed your sudden change of emotions and realized you had seen the state of his clothes.

     “Listen, I don’t wanna hurt you. I need you to hide me, I’ll explain everything but you’re not in danger, yet.”

     The ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence sparked something in you and you began struggling under his hold. He gripped your arm and forced you to stop shifting.

    “Calm. Down. You’re not in danger, but if you call the police on me, if you yell for help, you will be. All you have to do is be a good girl and cooperate, because if anything goes wrong, all you need to know is that there are eight of us, if I get caught it won’t be looking too pretty for you.”

    You looked at him, eyes still widened and breathing very heavily.

    “You got it?” He asked.

     He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and placed it on his thigh. You were full-on crying in fear at that point. 

    The male said nothing, he just sighed and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He also didn’t know what to do. He had no idea where the other seven were, he had no idea if they were still alive and he honestly didn’t know what happened next.

    “Y-you should take a shower.” You told him, as you finally felt the reek coming from him. 

   He looked down at himself and nodded. The male stood up and looked at you.

   “I can’t trust you though.”

   “W-what then? You’re just going to stink forever? Are you going to make me sit in the bathroom while you wash?”

   You were just mocking him, but from the way he shrugged you could tell he didn’t mind one bit to have you in the bathroom with him. You refused at first, but you didn’t really have much choice as he dragged you around looking for the bathroom.

    You sat on the toilet, facing the wall as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

    “I can’t believe you’re okay with this.” You complained. 

   “I was in prison, doll, I had hundreds of men looking at my ass every day when I showered, having a girl in a bathroom with me isn’t exactly a nightmare.”

    You were both silent. The sound of the water hitting the floor echoed in the room and the water was so hot that the atmosphere around you two became foggy. 

    “Fuck, this is heaven…”

    You would’ve chuckled if you weren’t so scared and uncomfortable.

    “You know, we have warm water in there, but there are so many people taking showers at the same time so it just ends up being cold all the time. The showerheads are also really old, so they get clogged all the time and there’s barely any water coming out… You come out looking mustier than when you went in.”

    You smiled at that. You could tell he was a people person, he was comfortable enough in this situation to tell life stories and maybe that was the purpose, but you started slowly feeling a little at ease. So much so that you gained the courage to ask the question you were scared of. 

    “What were you in there for?”

    You had to know. You couldn’t have a conversation with him, you couldn’t not feel uncomfortable and uneasy without at least knowing. 

    There was silence, and the water turned off.

    “Murder.”

    Your eyes widened from the nth time that night and you felt all blood be drained from your body. The sense of fear and anxiety washed over you once more, and you didn’t know how to react. Should you run? Should you stay? Should you speak, or should you be quiet? 

    A little childish giggle sounded in the bathroom almost forcing you to look behind. He pulled the shower curtain to the side, and although this man was naked from head to toe right in front of you, your eyes were glued to his face. The giggling was creepy, you hated it.

    “I’m joking, I went in for drug abuse and distribution.”

    You took a deep, shaky breath and closed your eyes, letting your head fall forward. You shed a couple of tears out of stress and relief. 

    “You… fucking idiot.” You cursed at him, still feeling a little lightheaded.

    He giggled once more and wrapped a towel around his waist, after roaming about the bathroom looking for one.

    “Why… Did you have blood all over you then?” 

    He pointed at his abdomen, where a deep cut that your eyes had completely missed stood.

   “It was mine. Mostly… Listen escaping prison isn’t that easy and there’s trap wire and people shooting, if you’re not bleeding it’s because you’re Michael Scofield, and sadly we’re all kind of stupid.”

  Although he moved like the wound didn’t hurt, you couldn’t help but worry about it. You pointed at the ripped flesh.

  “Can I… Can I fix it for you?”

  He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, silently questioning himself as to why you would want to help him. He shrugged, nevertheless. He wasn’t about to decline help…

   “I’d like that.”

    He tied the towel tighter around his hips so it wouldn’t fall, and sat down on the toilet you were previously resting on. You reached for the cabinet over the sink and took the medical supplies from it.

   “This is going to hurt a bit so just, distract yourself by telling me about you.”

   The male scoffed at your words.

   “I’ve been to prison, I don’t think I’ll be hurt by- oh f-fuck!”

   You giggled at his little curse as you pressed the gauze with hydrogen peroxide against his wounded skin.

   He rested his head against the wall and flexed his abdomen.

   “O-okay so, my name is San I’ve been in there for 2 years and- fucking Hell go easy on me!”

  You giggled and mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ as you listened to his stories. You tried very hard to focus on your job, but your eyes would sometimes wander around his torso and covered thighs.

  “I uh, I started selling drugs when I was eighteen, I got thrown out of the orphanage and my little sister came with me, and I wanted to make good money so she could go to university.” he paused for a second, wincing as you switched products “It was fine for a while, I made some friends there which was nice. I never really had friends, cause I kept moving from the orphanage to foster houses back and forth, so I never stayed in one place long enough to make lasting friendships… B-but it didn’t go so well cause I got caught in a swoop and the eight of us went in.”

  When he finished the story you had no idea what to say… You felt a little bad about what he had just told you. 

   “I’m sorry…”

   “It’s fine, life isn’t always kind. Plus,” he stopped to grab your chin and bring your gaze up to his “I never said I was a good person, doll. I just said I was tryna get my sister to a better place.” 

   You stared into his eyes for a second, before snapping back to reality. You stood up and mumbled something along the lines of ‘I’ll get you some clothes’ as you walked off.

  Some of your larger garments fit him quite well. A pair of large, black joggers and a yellow hoodie that looked stupidly big on you. He had to go commando however, since you didn’t happen to have a pair of boxers lying around.  

   You set up the couch for him to sleep in as you weren’t about to give up your bed for an inmate that had just broken in, but he seemed pretty content in the comfort of your couch. 

    “You sure you don’t need some company in there, doll?” 

    You chuckled at his bold attempt and pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek. 

    “Yes San, I’d rather keep the convict at least one hallway away.” You joked.

    Although you felt a little more comfortable around him, knowing that he wasn’t 100% a scumbag, you couldn’t let your guard down. 

    Your theory was proven when you woke up not much later after you fell asleep with a shadow looking straight at you from the doorway. Not remembering that you had a guest, you yelled. 

    He immediately came rushing to your side and shut you up with his hand.

   “Why did you scream!?” San asked, panicking.

   You removed his hand from your face harshly.

   “Because a huge shadow man was standing in my doorway like a lunatic! What are you doing!?” 

  “It’s… It’s 7am I’m hungry.”

 You shot daggers at him through your sleepy, hooded eyes.

  “Do you not sleep?”

   “Not really…  We have a lot of sleep deprivation in there.”

   Somehow he had this habit of making you do things by making you feel bad. And this was no exception. 

   You groaned and dragged yourself off of the bed, feeling kind of embarrassed about how terrible you looked compared to him. Although his hair was messy, it still made him look good, as it further defined his jawline.

  You didn’t know what he wanted to eat, so you just pointed at your cabinets and began teaching him what was inside of each of them.

   As you did all of this, you realized how often he’d brush his dark locks back, in order to get them out of his face. You looked at your wrist and surely enough there was a spare hair tie on it. You offered it to San, who gladly accepted the item and tied his hair in a small ponytail.

  You started walking back to your bedroom, to resume your interrupted sleep, but a pertinent question popped in your mind, and sleep was no longer your biggest preoccupation.

   You turned around and walked back to the kitchen, to find San shoving his hand down the cereal box and eating it dry.

    “San… What’s your plan here? I mean, in the long run. You can’t just crash in my sofa forever.”

    The male in question looked at you, a suggestive gaze playing in his eyes.

   “I can always crash on your bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said this.

   “I’m serious, San. This can be really problematic for me! Do you realize the trouble this could put me in? If someone finds out you’re here I’ll have so many legal complications! I’m on the fourth floor, why did you even choose my apartment!?”

   San went quiet for a second and looked at the floor.

   “You’re the 69th apartment…” He replied quietly.

   You rolled your eyes and turned around, stressed out about his response, while rubbing your temples.

  Before you could get very far, however, the man grabbed your wrist and made you turn around.

   “You’re right, I’m sorry… We agreed to meet up in an abandoned building a couple blocks down from where we lived. We needed to lay low for at least a couple of hours. I got lucky I managed to lose the coppers, but I don’t know about them…”

    He had sat down by the dining table and buried his head in his hands. For some reason, 

you felt as if you should comfort him, so you approached the male softly and pet his head slowly.

    “I can try to help with the smaller things!”

    But little did you know that that statement would soon come back to bite you in the ass, when you came home later in the day, after your very tiring night shift, and found eight very big men sitting around your living room, just chatting it up as if it was their own house.

    Ignoring the possibly dangerous men sprawled on your floor and couch, you closed the door and walked towards San.

    “What… The fuck.” You said through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm.

    “Well, you said you could help with the smaller things, and that side of the town was flooding with cops looking for us, so I figured we could come here to lay low!” He said, gesturing to his friends.

    You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. 

    “When I said small things I meant maybe food or warm water to shower with. I didn’t mean I’d be the shelter for eight hooligans!”

    “What did you just call us?” One of them calmly asked. 

   You looked behind San to face the bleached haired male, who had a mixture of angry and offended on his face. It suddenly hit you that all of these escapee inmates were in your house, staring at you as you insulted them, and nervous tears started brimming in your eyes.

    “I-I’m sorry Sir, but you are sitting on my rug and you came from jail I think I’m entitled to be upset right now.” You told him, holding up your index finger.

     “Listen I’m sorry but overstaying my welcome-”

     “Oh, you think you’re overstaying!?” 

    Already sick of your snappy attitude, San gripped your arm and pushed you back against the wall, causing you to wince and drop your keys. His face was millimeters away from yours, so close you could feel his breath on you.

    “Listen doll, I don’t think anybody wants eight wanted criminals in their living room but you don’t have a choice, okay!? Neither of us would be here if we had a better choice but we fucking don’t, so why don’t you make this easier for all of us and cooperate?”

    You had no choice but to nod, as you swallowed nervously. San let go of you and sighed, disappointed that he had to resource to violence.

   There was an awkward silence, that the male you had known the longest felt the obligation to fill. 

    “So, uhm, these are my friends… “ He said and began introducing them one by one.

    Some of the men remained expressionless, only giving you a nod as a greeting, while a couple smiled politely and the rest chimed a small ‘hello’. 

   “Did you… All go in for the same thing?”

   “Friendship goals, right?” The male you now knew to be named Mingi said, stealing a smile out of you. 

   There was the heavy silence again… And you searched deep in your head for what could solve the awkwardness.

    “Are you guys hungry? I don’t have enough food here but I could go out and buy some chicken. I don’t think it’s safe to have people deliver.”

    They all agreed and so you went on your way, to buy food for all the unwanted guests. It was probably a bad idea to go out on your own and carry all this chicken and alcohol (that you bought hoping that the eight men would become bubblier and less threatening after consuming it) but you still thought that was a better scenario than being caught in public with a wanted criminal. So after about forty-five minutes of struggling, you managed to get into the house with three huge bags: two for the chicken and one for the drinks. 

    Their eyes all lit up once you stepped foot inside of the house and suddenly they resembled little kids. The men instantly attacked the food, proceeding to hurriedly unwrap the chicken.

    “Damn Y/N, were you in jail too?” San asked when he saw you hungrily devour the food. It seemed like you too hadn’t eaten anything that good in years.

    You quickly flipped him off and continued eating. 

  Your speculations were correct, and as the empty alcohol bottles started piling up, the room started echoing with happy chatter and laughter. 

   All of the stress and panic about the situation started washing off from them as the hours passed by and you had to admit, hadn’t they been wanted criminals you wouldn’t have minded being a part of their odd friend group.

    “H-hey Y/N, you should sit here, it’s more comfortable.” San joked with a sly smirk, as he patted his lap.

     “Keep trying, lover boy.” You told him as you rolled your eyes.

     San then placed his hands around your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap, keeping a slight grip on your body, soft enough for you to leave if you were uncomfortable. 

    “Was this a good enough try, doll?” He whispered in your ear.

    You said nothing, and your silence made him chuckle as he pulled you back, until your back hit his chest. Somehow he was right. It did feel more comfortable… And maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that San was actually insanely hot, but all of the tension left in your body evaporated, and you felt yourself melt into his touch. 

    All of the sounds started fading into the background and you didn’t even acknowledge the rest of the boys, as all you could feel was the way San was drawing shapes on your thighs with his long fingers, and how you wanted them a little farther up your body. You pressed your thighs against each other, and this action didn’t go unnoticed by San, who squeezed them tighter in his hold and groaned in your ear. 

    You could feel a hard-on beginning to form in San’s pants, as it began poking your ass. You shifted in his lap, causing his boner to harden by the second. He gripped his waist tighter and pressed you down on his growing problem. 

     “I really want you, doll, I think you want me too…” He whispered in your ear. 

     “You’re imagining things San.” 

      He rolled his hips up and held you in place, so you could feel every curve of his fully hardened member press against you. Of course he noticed the way you inhaled shakily and giggled. Giggled. 

     San was indeed an intriguing person…

     He kissed a couple of spots on your neck, and bit down on an area he found softer, managing to steal a small whimper out of you. 

     A couple of heads turned towards you and they smirked, acknowledging what was happening, but not wanting to bother or steal the moment away. They turned their attention back to the other men, leaving you two isolated once more. 

    “Please, let me fuck you, doll… I wanna feel how well you clench around me. Will you let me do that?”

    Your mind was clouded by pleasure and curiosity, and so you stood up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards your bedroom, not even bothering to give him a verbal response.

    The second the male heard the door click, he pushed you against it with his body and smashed his lips against yours. His hands were obsessed with your hips and thighs, constantly squeezing them as you grinded against his crotch. 

     He tapped the back of your legs and you wrapped them around him. San carried you to the bed as if you were made of feathers, and even though his tongue was harsh against yours, the way he let you down on the bed was soft.

      The two of you only pulled away when the confinement of your clothes started becoming unbearable. You peeled the work clothes (that you had never changed from) hastily from your body. San undressed just as quickly, and he couldn’t believe his view. After all that time being incarcerated he managed to have someone so good looking so willing to fuck him… He smirked and slapped your thighs, proceeding to grab them as he kissed your jaw, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, only stopping when his lips were dangerously close to a place you’d be wishing for him to touch you. He stopped and looked up at you. God, he wished he could take a picture of you right now… All jittery and messy, needy and aching for his touch. 

   "F-Fuck San, please!“ You begged, finally, when the teasing became too much. 

   "Anythin’ for you, doll." 

  He teased your entrance with his tongue before entering two fingers, as to prepare you for what was to come. San squeezed and bit your thighs as his fingers entered you in a high speed. 

    "Oh my G-God, San- I want you in me." 

    He groaned at your neediness, and shoved the fingers that had previously been in you past your lips. 

    You maintained eye contact as you sucked slowly on his digits.

    San lined up his cock with your entrance and pushed into you slowly, causing you to wince slightly and bite his fingers. 

    The male immediately removed his hand and moved both his hands to rest on your waist. 

    "Y-you okay, doll?” He asked, afraid he’d hurt you. 

    "Yes- yes, move…" 

     San bottomed out inside you with a loud groan. He didn’t move for a second, trying to take in how tight you were and how good he felt. And even though he tried to hold back by starting to thrust into you slowly, he soon lost control. His hips snapped against yours uncontrollably fast and neither of you cared if the moans and whimpers could be heard in the next room. 

    "S-shit, look at you doll, taking my cock like a good girl-“ 

     You gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin, loving the way he talked to you. 

    Something about seeing all of those artworks in san’s body made you feel more attracted to the male. 

   "You feel so good inside me Sannie.”

    The pet name and the little praise caused his cock to twitch inside of you, and you could tell he was almost there, by the sloppiness of his thrusts. 

    You wanted to see what he looked like in pure lust, you wanted to do the dirtiest things with this man, his sinful figure bigging out someone you didn’t even know you had in you. 

     "I-I need to cum doll, where do you want me to-“ 

    "Inside me! Please, please cum inside me San!” You begged as you clung onto him for dear life. 

    His cock twitched once more, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and lust in his eyes. 

    "Y/N are you sure cause-“ 

    "Fucking breed me, San! I want your cum dripping out of me, please!" 

   The intensity of his thrusts increased as did the grip he had on you. 

    "You want me to breed you? Hm? Make you mine forever? Turn you into a bad girl for me? Y-you’re so dirty…”

   "Y-yes! God yes!“ 

    "Oh f-fuck!” Was the last thing he managed to yell as he buried his member deep inside of you, shooting white spurts of cum that covered your walls. 

    It was the way his body trembled and the way his mouth fell open with small whimpers that caused you to climax right after him. 

   His sweaty body collapsed on top of yours as he slowly pulled out, and you could feel the cum drip out of your hole. 

   For a couple of seconds all that could be heard was the heavy panting, until San lifted his head and looked at you. 

    "Fuck, I guess you belong to me now…“

[gangrenados]

omg the alphabet for Dick was so hot 🥵🥵 please do one for Jason?

It took my like a whole week to finish this but it's finally here!! 😭😭

I may warn that this long and of course nsfw 😌

Everything starts below the cut!!

A = Aftercare

He isn't used to the other person staying around after the sex is done, so it's kind of awkward for him to see you lying there when there's nothing else to do.

Jason doesn't know what to say or do at first, but deep inside he admits that it's nice to have you there.

Jason is very sweet and caring during aftercare, part of this fueled by his eternal need to take care of you and show you how good he can be.

He will pepper kisses all over your face as he mumbles how good you have been to him, just to kiss your lips in such way that makes your knees weak.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jason really likes your butt and he let you know this by either grabbing it or slapping it every chance he gets.

He also likes tights and boobs (big or small he doesn't care)...well to summarize he likes anything he can squeeze.

He hasn't think too much about what he likes about his body, it's always the thoughts about what he doesn't like that takes to most space in his brain. However, if had to choose then it would be his arms because they show how big and muscular he is and after years of being an slim kid, he's really happy with that achievement.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers to cum inside of you, it just feels nice and is like a weird connection you both can have for a brief moment. However, he really likes to cum in your chest too.

Also there's something about cumming in your face that makes this guy happy. It's like something inside of him wakes up when he see your face covered in his cum...he's just in awe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes lingerie, that might not sound really shocking or surprising.

Jason's jaw drops every time he see you wearing a pretty set of lingerie and he has to contain himself any time you dare to match that with one of his leather jackets.

What I'm trying to day here is that he kind of want to try one of those cute lingerie on him, just to see if someone as buff as him can look nice in one those cute lingerie.

Jason hasn't told you this because he's pretty embarrassed with this desire of him, and also he doesn't want you to think of him as less masculine just because he wants to dress up in pretty lingerie for one your hot moments together. Not all the time of course, just when he's feeling exceptional pretty.

It would take a lot of time and trust for Jason to build the confidence to finally confess this to you.

He'll be so blushed his face would look like a tomato and he would even be able to look you in the eye, he's afraid that might laugh.

However, if you do agree you'll signing up to see your boyfriend to look all nice, absolutely cute and of course handsome.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jason may not be as experienced as Dick, but he has had his one night stands so you can tell he has some knowledge of what to do in sex.

Jason is a quick learner and takes notes on what generally pleases others. However, he feels more comfortable and relaxed exploring with a trusted partner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jason likes to see your face when he's fucking you, first of all because you're really beautiful and he's still amazed that someone as pretty as you is dating a guy like him. But the reason behind this is because he wants to know if you're enjoying this, and also it boosts his ego seeing you lose yourself in pleasure because of him.

•Cowgirl is one of his favorites since he's able to enjoy the show and hit deeper.

•It might sound boring, but he's into missionary too. You see, it's easier to set the pace and he gets to be closer with and therefore is amazing, especially for those intimate occasions.

•Speaking of romance? Jason likes having you sat on his lap with your arm around his neck as you ride him and he holds your buttocks. You're so close to each other, he thinks that's romantic.

•Okay but when you're lying on your back with yours knees bent and pressed to your chest or with your heels resting on his shoulders? That's a good one and Jason loves it cuz he gets to hit deeper and also because he gets see his cock going in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It deepens on his mood, usually he's more lighthearted and romantic about having sex with you. Jason see it as a way to have an intimate moment where you can enjoy each other and have a great time.

In the other hand if he just wants to take out some of his frustration then he’s gonna be rougher, not caring much about anything else than cumming. His thrust are firm and harsh as well as the way he holds you.

Aftercare will be his top priority after taking away all of that extra stamina from his body, Jason needs to let you know how good you have been to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's pretty lazy when it comes to this kind of stuff, but he's well trimmed down there since it's uncomfortable to go around with a bush between his legs and also he wants to look presentable when the time to do the nasty comes.

He also have chest hair and a fine happy trail that goes from his belly button to his crotch. And yes, everything is as black as his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He doesn't take sex too seriously, yes he thinks this is a special moment for you two, but it's doesn't have to be too sickly cheesy, ya know?

Jason just likes to live in the moment when you finally have the time to fuck. He'll kiss you passionatly as he mumbles sweet yet dirty things about what he's gonna do to you.

Better belive he will laugh if sometime awkard happens before dismissing the inconvenience to get back into bussines.

Of course if it's an especial occasion Jason will do his best to make this more romantic.

Maybe setting the mood with a well done playlist filled with sexy songs,  a nice room with dim lights to set the mood and rose petals scattered across the bed with a box in it with a little gift like lingerie...it sounds nice, right?

If not then a bathtub filled with bubbles, a bottles of wine and some scent candles will do the trick.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jason doesn't do it that much since he doesn't have the time for it, besides it's better to get the real thing rather than his hand.

However, when the time shows up is either because he's bored and wants to have some serotonin running on his body or because you two are apart.

Jason is rather quiet when he's getting off, just a few little groans and whimpers are the only thing that anyone can possibly hear since he's very cautious with not getting caught.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

•Sub/Dom: he likes to be the one in charge since it allows him to have control over the situation and show you how good he can be. Although he can be a pretty good sub when you get him to let you be the dom.

•Praise kink: Jason needs to know you're enjoying this and that he makes you feel good, his insecurities tends to strike up in vulnerable situations like sex and it helps him to forget them when you tell him how good he's making you feel.

He will do the same of you without thinking too much about it. Jason wants you to know how good you're being to him.

•Hair pulling: preferably on him when he's going down on you but Jay tends to grab your hair when you're giving him head or when he's hitting it from behind.

•Semi public sex

•Choking: It's a turn on seeing his big hands around your neck and how you trust him enough to do a thing like this.

•Size kink: Jason is a tall guy that's built like a truck, he can easily tower over people and he finds hot seeing how little and vulnerable you look beside him.

It also makes him feel in control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jason is not picky about this, as long as you get to do the nasty and you're both okay with it, he's more than fine.

He likes fucking you in semi public areas where he knows it's gonna be hard for you to get caught but there's still that chance left, his bike, your bed, kitchen counters, the shower, his bike, the couch, even you tried it on the stairs one time!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn't take much to get Jason riled up, a good trick is wearing nothing but one of his shirts or wearing on sexy lingerie under one of leather jackets. Yeah it's a turn on for him when you wear his clothes.

He also finds really hot when you try to over power him or seeing you kicking some asses.

Also it's weird for him, but for some reason he finds arousing sometimes when you're being gently with him.

You could be cuddling, his head resting on your chest as you caress his scalp and then he pops a boner...maybe it's because he got too relaxed or maybe because he was so blushed that his blood couldn't help but go to his crotch? Jason doesn't know, but it's embarrassing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jason hates bondage or being tied up in general. He will refuse to do that kind of things, it makes him remember bad memories and he just feel vulnerable and nervous. Therefore BDSM and rape play is a no for him.

He also doesn't want to inflict you any kind of pain, you see, Jason is terrified of hurting and that you'll hate him because of that.

It would take a lot of coaxing from your part to get Jason to agree into doing something like the above.

Also fucking you in his suit is a no, why? Well his suit has been covered in blood so many times (both from him and unknown people who only God knows where they have been), sweat, dirt, unknown chemicals and sewer water.

Jason thinks is pretty unhygienic, but hey if you really wanna try it doesn't take much to coax him in that one!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jason loves to receive, especially after a long night of patrol or when needs to distress, but being honest any time if fine for him.

It's better to take it all with both hands and spit in it to avoid gagging. Also his hands tends to go to your hair and take a fistful of it as your trying to deep throat; he doesn't make you go further whatsoever, it just feels right for him to do it.

Also he have the tendency to brush away some strands of hair gently out of your face as your sucking him off.

One thing that drives him crazy is when you kitten lick his cock and give a kiss to the tip, another thing that he kinda likes having his balls played with.

Do you wanna know how he looks like?? Gotcha!

Ahh that gif is gonna be the end of me 😳

He's a big fan of receiving too, Jason really like to give his partner pleasure and he does his best to make that happen.

He'd be pumping your insides with his fingers as he looks for other areas to pleasure.

if you a gave pussy you better belive that he's really good at eating you out. He'll be knuckle deep as he licks on the clit, sucking on it and even nibbling it to tease you a little bit.

Jason is gentle, he doesn't want to cause you any harm, but damn that doesn't mean he's isn't going to eat you out as if you were his last meal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jason tries to be gentle but even then he tends to be on the rough and fast side. His hold on you his firm as he thrust into you, Jason will mumble sweet and dirty things and also will ask you between plants if you're okay since he's worried he might hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Your relationship is filled with quickies thanks to his busy schedule. So if you got some time to have sex even if it's just 5 minutes, you better belive Jason will take advantage of it.

Jason likes them because he has to and also because he gets to be a little bit rougher with you, but he prefers to have more time with you and enjoy each other with more calm.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jason is down to experiment as long as it doesn't harm you or bring back bad memories... and if it doesn't gross him out of course. You just need to talk about it.

Jason's life involves risk and one thing he likes is fucking you in semi risky places like empty halls of a library or an empty parking lot when you're going out of a bar, maybe getting handy in a cinema, you get the idea.

The thrill of not knowing if he's gonna get caught send chills down his spine. Of course he's not going to pressure you into doing any of this, Jason doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jason can last many rounds before getting tired or starting to run out of cum. Just let him drink some water or eat something between breaks and he's all yours again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toys he has is the big collection of guns and any kind of weapon he can put his hands on. Not that you can use that in the bedroom...the majority of the time.

Leaving the bad jokes aside. Jason has a pair of cuff he got to steal from a cop one time, outside of that he doesn't have any sexual toy lying around.

However, he is down to use some toys on you, and if you ask nicely maybe even on himself too.

(He also owns a fleshlight...it was silly gift for his birthday)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason can be a tease when he puts his mind into it and usually he is when he's giving you oral. But he's can get impatient really quickly although he likes the build up before having sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 He's more of a grunter, and also he's low-key shy to moan out loud so he'll bite his lip to suppress them. However, the sound that comes out is a needy whine instead.

Speaking of, Jason's whimpers will make your knees buckle...they're glorious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can’t take away Jason dressed as a slutty maid out of my mind, sorry.

Jason swallowed thickly at the the feeling of your fingers brushing against his inner thighs, they were going up and down causing his heartbeat to speed up.

"Are you nervous, maid boy?" you purred before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. He shook his head, ready to deny your acusations when you grabbed his clothed member and started to rub it.

"I'm fine." he said breahtlessly, trying to hold back a whine that was stuck on his throat.

"You sure?" You scoffed as you grabbed his hardening dick. "Because it doesn't look like it." his mind was starting to fog and it didn't took much for him to hump your hand to feel more friction."You're acting like a needy slut, but I like it."

It was embarrasing the realived moan that left his lips once you pulled down his boxers and played with his cock. He could feel the coil in his stomach building, the white hotness taking over him as you pumped his dick, smearing the pre cum all over the tip with your thumb.

He was about to cum and was really looking foward it until everything stopped and the absence of your hand made him groan in annoyance.

"Don't be mad." You teased with a fake pout as you pecked his lips. "Get on the bed, baby boy."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

The big dick energy he poses is real, this man little friend is not so little lol He's thicker than average and a little bit longer, let's say about 18 -19cm aprox.

It's a pretty decent looking cock with a few veins that goes from the base to the top and the head is more reddish than the rest. Also it's the same shade as his body, well in fact is a little bit darker but it's hard to tell the difference.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high as well as his stamina so he's down to fuck any time, but if you don't want to do it he will back off and move to other business.

Also there are moments when he's not in the mood not matter how much you want him. It usually happens when he's reading a really good book or when a case is consuming all of his time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

In regular basis it's hard for Jason to fall asleep and this doesn't make any difference. He just doesn't like the whole process of sleeping since it's like to being dead and that terrifies him.

So he will stay up even after you have fall asleep.

It's comfortable having you there where he can stroke your hair and feel how light his chest feels, if he's lucky enough he will fall asleep shortly after you.

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