#enough on y'know the manliness

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I'm glad the era of comparing any guy with mildly dark hair (sometimes they even scratched that) and a white shirt to Eric is finally over 💀

[sttoru]

‘if there’s anyone in this world who loves being a girl dad the most, it must be your husband — gojo satoru.’

☀︎｜tags. girl dad!gojo x female reader. fluff. you’re married. reader gets called ‘mama, sweetheart’. wrote this at work so not beta read. fic one out of two for satoru’s birthday!

giggles fill the living room — familiar laughter that sounded like your daughters’. a more sultry and manly voice also resonates in the background. one that you could recognise from miles away.

your curiosity leads you to investigate the source of the joyful sounds and soon enough, you find your dear husband and daughters sitting on the couch. though, in a situation you hadn’t quite foreseen.

satoru was talking on the phone about important business whilst your little girls were giving him a rather sparkly makeover. the most heartwarming thing was satoru’s surrender to your daughters’ antics — allowing them to do whatever to his face and hair.

“mhm, yeah..” the white-haired sorcerer hums over the phone, not having the slightest idea about what ijichi was yapping about. probably something that has to do with the recent sighting of a special grade curse in the city.

but, that wasn’t satoru’s priority at the moment at all (even if it should have been). his focus was all on his two daughters that were enjoying their playtime with him.

“papa’s so pretty.” one of them comments with a big smile — a smile satoru wishes to protect until his last moment on earth. her fingers push and pull on a small strand of his hair, trying to tug it into another ponytail.

satoru had already lost count of how many messy and half-done ponytails his snowy hair got divided into. the same goes for the amount of stickers on his face and neck.

the two sisters work together to put another pink and glittery sticker on satoru’s chin — though were no match to their father’s playful attitude. he jerks his head forwards and teasingly nibbles on their tiny hands that came in touch with his face.

this causes almost ear deafening squeals to reverberate through his ears. not that he’s complaining — satoru loves to hear them.

“. . .gojo, are you listening?” ijichi’s shaky voice over the phone interrupts the squeals. satoru doesn’t even try giving a proper response and only mutters a quick ‘yeah’ between snickers. that was enough of a sign for ichiji to understand that he couldn't get through.

everyone knew how much satoru loved his little family. he cherished them and put them above everything, including his work. sometimes it was necessary for you to remind satoru that he's needed outside your home - that he was and will keep being the strongest sorcerer that people depend on.

"wow, you two really made papa super pretty!" satoru coos as his daughters bring him a hand mirror. his phone had already been discarded somewhere on the couch - not even bothering to hang up on ijichi first.

your husband effortlessly picks the children up and cuddles them close to his body, smothering them both in sloppy wet kisses on their cheeks and necks - making them giggle uncontrollably. "y'know, papa will give you both a nice little reward for making me so beautifu—”

a faint cough echoing from the mobile device next to them reminds satoru that he was still on call. he reaches out and grabs his phone, rolling his eyes in a sassy way before clearing his throat;

"i need to attend important business. see ya." the sorcerer declares and hangs up right after. to him, playing around and taking care of his daughters was more than necessary. even in comparison with an actual critical situation: it wasn't like there weren't any other special grade sorcerers that could take on the mission.

the second his phone plops back down on the couch, satoru's hands fly over to tickle his little girls' bellies. they wriggle and squirm around in his lap - squealing for help from their mama.

you had been watching the scene unfold from the doorway and decide to join in on the fun once you hear your daughters’ call. you gasp dramatically before scurrying over to the couch, acting like you were genuinely scolding your husband for his 'torturuos' tickles;

"oh no, my little girls!" you pout, taking in the way your daughters laugh and outstretch their tiny arms towards you, searching for an escape in your arms. you gladly help them away from their dad's grasp, though not without getting a whine out of satoru.

one of your daughters sticks out her tongue at the sulky sorcerer on the couch, the other mimicking her sister's actions. you chuckle and decide to do the same; frowning and sticking your tongue out.

"ack!" satoru clutches his chest, fingers curling around the material of his shirt like he just got shot. he topples over on the couch and acts dead with his eyes half closed, "i can't. . . believe. . . it. my girls hate me. ugh, my heart - can't take it."

you scoff at his exaggerated act. you were used to it after years of dating and marriage, but your daughters seemed to still take the bait. they writhe around in your arms and once you put them down on the floor again, they run back to their 'fallen' dad.

they shake him by his shoulders and harshly pat his cheeks in attempt to bring him back to life. a constant loop of 'papa!'s and 'wake up!'-s echo throughout the house. even some 'we're sworry!'-s thrown in-between.

satoru couldn't take it anymore and his arms move at the speed of light so he could pull both of his daughters in a big hug. he squeezes them a bit too tight to his chest, causing them to shriek and laugh.

"are you not joining us, sweetheart?" satoru asks with a shit-eating grin. it's then that you realise that he was blushing from pure joy — his cheeks rosy. well, you couldn't possibly deny his request when he was this ecstatic.

the high-pitched 'mama too! mama too!' coming from both girls mellowed your heart even more. and thus, you give in.

you happily join the pile - climbing on top of your husband and between your daughters which lay on each of his sides. your head rests on his chest, your eyes closed and your ears filled with laughter.

satoru eventually relaxes, however that genuine smile never leaves his lips. this is where he belongs. with his family - the most important thing of all.

[adorkastock]

Hey!

Maybe I didn't dig into your extensive catalogue deep enough, but do you have refs for hugs? Romantic hugs, manly nohomo hugs, platonic side hugs, one person crying the other person consoling hugs, relieved "I thought you died!!" hugs, relaxed snuggling on a sofa hugs, stuff like that. Two people holding each other is so hard to draw. The way all that squishy meat moves and contorts, y'know.

Just a suggestion.

Keep up the good work!

Love, Leo

Hi Leo! Here's a pile of hugs and hug-adjacent poses!

[malereadermaniac]

You smell good ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Hanging out with Yoichi, and he notices your smell... and then you notice his.

Smut 18+! MINORS DNI! FEM READERS DNI!

This is so much longer than expected lmao

Smut warning: Musk/scent kink, crotch and armpit sniffing, pubic hair, dirty sex

Yoichi and you were paired up for whatever camp-work you had to do that day - alone and separated from everyone by quite the distance

It wasn't exactly awkward, but it's not really that easy to strike up regular conversation with the guy who rearranged your guts like a week ago

Jeez, you don't want to think back on that - not because you didn't like it, but if you ponder on it for too long blood will rush to areas you don't want it to rush to

Luckily, after a couple of minutes of working in silence, Yoichi strikes up a conversation - to him, the situation was anything but awkward, he found some sort of comfort when alone with you

Chatting about your lives, future, and family made the work go a little faster - and you really enjoy talking to the wolf-boy

The conversation even became deep at one point, offering words of comfort and warm smiles as Yoichi talked to you about his days on the streets

As the talk kept going and the workload slowly lessened, you guys almost finished up - you had just gotten stuck on your final step

You were very obviously frustrated and struggling with a stupid wrench - your arms not strong enough to start with, but you were also holding the wrench wrong...

"Oi... need help, softy?" Yoichi says with a lift of his eyebrows and a teasing grin

"No!........... Yeah... Yeah I do, please" you quickly give in, that fucking wrench making you want to cry

Yoichi chuckles in a needlessly attractive way as he walks over to you, sitting next to you - covering your hand with his masculine, veiny one as he takes the wrench with his other hand

A few moments pass by as Yoichi finishes your work up and you notice him inching closer and closer to you - his nose pointing up slightly as if he was actually a fucking dog

"Hey... you smell fucking good" Yoichi says as his head snaps towards you

Sniffing closer and closer to towards you, the wrench dropped on the floor, his sharp face moving against your neck as he smells you

Yoichi really looks like a wolf in this moment, nuzzling at your neck subtly, his body holding onto yours to keep him up as he leans into you, the wolf-boy continously complimenting your scent and soft skin

"Ah- Thanks? It's just water and y'know soap..." you say, blushing profusely at the muscular man's body almost being on top of yours at this point

"Huh? The fuck is 'soap'?" Yoichi ask as he moves away from your neck, hand on your shoulder still holding himself up as he looks at you with a cute, confused look

"Y'know... soap?? Like the bar or gel that you have to use to actually clean yourself?" You question, a worried look on your face as the confused look on Yoichi's simply increases

"Wait a minute..." you mumble, holding onto Yoichi's camp shirt to move yourself closer to you

You move your nose against him and smell

"Fuck!- DAMN YOU STINK, YOICHI!" You shout as you dart back from the scruffy man's body - laying on the ground with your arms supporting you from behind

A strong and thick scent of sweat and manly musk wss whaf flooded your nostrils, almost making you feel light-headed

"Oi! It's the smell of a real man - what would you know? Fuckin' pansy~" Yoichi says with a cocky grin as he flexes his muscles above you - his armpits evidently damp with his dark purple armpit hair poking out

You roll your eyes as you sit up from the ground, but rolling your eyes couldn't hide the very obvious bones that you didn't notice you had...

"HOLY SHIT DUDE HAHAHAHA!" Yoichi bursts into laughter as he pointed at the tent in your camp shorts - you blushing profusely as you move your hands to cover thr situation

"See, baby, even you can't deny how the smell of a real, sex-machine of a man affects you!" Yoichi says with a cocky smirk, crouching down to your level as his legs spread in a slutty way, showing off his built thighs

"Now let's deal with your little problem... and also the huuuge~ problem you've cause me with that cute look on yer face" Yoichi teases you, gesturing to his hardening cock between his sweaty thighs

"NOW?! Anyone could see us! Are you crazy, Wolf-boy?!" You say with shock on your face, but Yoichi just chuckles

"Don't worry your pretty little head, no-one even comes round here. Plus we're hidden behind a cabin~" he mumbles in your ear coyly as the buff man pushes you against the cabin wall and cralws on top of you

'He's one to call my head little...' you think to yourself as Yoichi undresses above you, his godly fucking muscles flexing as he takes his Camp shirt off

In this close proximity, Yoichi's scent is all that you can smell, his musk making your dick twitch - along with the sight of Yoichi's built arms and bushy armpits

The manly scout licks his teeth and sticks his tongue out with an open-mouth smirk - "heh heh~ you just can get enough of me, can you? Fuckin slut"

Your mind is basically turning to mush at this point from the man's smell, his killer body, and most of your blood going to your cock and not your brain; so you just nod in agreement at Yoichi's degrading remark, making the cocky man chuckle some more

Your shirt is thrown aside along with Yoichi's, his hands around your throat and waist as he brings his wet lips to yours - his tongue immediately dominating yours into a wet and fierce kiss

You moan into the brutish man's mouth, pathetically attempting to grind your dick against his

After getting his fill of your lips, Yoichi moves down your neck and past your collar bone to your nipples - attacking your sensitive buds with his teeth and tongue as you whimper and moan his name, egging the purple-haired man on

Once your nipples are puffy and red, bite marks creating a perfect border around each bud, Yoichi wipes the spit off of his chin with his thumb in one swipe and looks down at you with incredibly horny eyes

"Your turn now, clean me up~ You're the one who said i needed a bath, fuckin' priss" and in saying that, Yoichi flexes an arm behind his head and uses his other to filter his fingers through your hair and push your head into his intoxicating musky armpit

You were shocked for about 2 seconds until you let Yoichi's manly smell envelope you - his incredibly bushy pits, wet and dark in colour, filling your nostrils to the brim

"Hahahaha! New you'd fuckin' love it, lick 'em clean, (n/n)!" Yoichi laughs from above you, and you obey his command - your brain Turing into goo from the wolf-boys scent

You immediately start to lap at Yoichi's hairy, sweaty pits - the salty yet enjoyable taste on your tongue turning you on even further

Yoichi smirks at the feeling of you desperately grinding your still clothed crotch against his thigh, but he sadisticslly ignores your wordless pleas for friction

The dominant, muscular man getting even more turned on by the hirny, dazed, even hypnotised look in your eyes as you mouth at his armpit

The salty taste long faded away, Yoichi armpit was now very wet with your spit

"Fuck you really loved that didn't ya? How bout you get to the main course though, pretty boy?" Yoichi says with a horny grin, the nickname he only calls you when he wants you turning you on an inexplicably lot

With that, you sadly parted from the man's now clean, hairy armpit and rearranged your body in turn with Yoichi

You gently pushed the masculine male back onto his ass, his muscular, sweaty legs spread to make just enough room for your head

You get on all-fours and crawl closer to Yoichi's crotch - making his dick twitch and even giving him an idea for future role-playing

As Yoichi takes his shorts off while trying to hide his excitement, you nuzzle your head against his thighs - actually starting to get high from Yoichi's musky, sweaty scent

Finally, Yoichi was left in only his signature, stary purple, incredibly loose boxers

You dart your head towards his clothed crotch instantly - making Yoichi chuckle at your actions while watching you intensely

Everything you did made Yocihi like you more and more, you were just so fucking hot and cute in the way you were sorta clueless yet doing your best

You start to smell Yoichi through his loose boxers, pushes your nose against his crotch as you inhale the scent of not only his incredibly sweaty and definitely unwashed boxers but also the smell of his sweaty, reeking cock and balls

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your face floods with a blush, turning making Yoichi's dick twitch at the sight as he let's out a passing comment and a groan

You push your nose deeper in the man's crotch, inhaling his intoxicating scent and starting to lap at his balls through his baggy boxers

As you soaked Yoichi's already musk drenched and partially cum-stained boxers, the muscular man above you began to get impatient and desperate for you

"C'mon pretty boy... get yer fill and lemme fuck you already~" Yoichi groans from the limited simulation of your tongue on his clothed cock

You chuckle at his remark while visibly dazed, but comply with the dominant man - running a hand up his crotch and slipping two fingers under his waistband

You pull his waistband and hook it under Yoichi's saggy, heavy balls, keeping his underwear down

His massive, thick cock springs out, resting on your face as his scent thickens x100

His veins are prominent and lead all the way down to his base, which is absolutely covered by bushy, dark-purple pubes which reek of Yoichi's manly musk

You don't suck the man off, instead opting to smell him even more while barely giving him a few kitten licks from time to time

In situations like this, you liked to threaten Yoichi's dominance just a little - and you could tell it turned the masculine man on

Fuck was his stink so fucking good, intoxicating, you can feel yourself getting drunk off of Yoichi's scent as you wrap a soft hand around his fucking thick cock and move it to the side to stuff your nose with his damp pubes

Yoichi groans at your touch and at your licks, your tongue gently grazing the man's veins and very rarely touching his tip and foreskin

By the time you'd gotten your fill of the muscular man's smell, Yoichi was already twitching violently, his mouth slightly agape as he drooled from his need of further stimulation

"Haha... c'mon, Bigboy! Where's that dominant attitude from before, huh?" You tease Yoichi, getting up from his crotch and sitting on his lap, grinding your ass against his cock

Yoichi snaps out of his daze with a 'tsk' and a deep, short chuckle - his strong, rough, veiny hands moving to grip your waist as his hips grind up into you

Yoichi holds himself up against the back of the cabin, which is actively hiding you both, allowing his hips to slightly lift up off the ground to rut against you even more

He sits up and hugs you, his muscular arms around your waist as his hands fix on your cheeks

Yoichi spreads your ass and lines his cock up with your hole, his head on your shoulder looking over to make sure his can line his cock up to your hole exactly

The warmth of his body gave you comfort, his muscles against your skin turning you on a lot as his hands on ass made you even hornier

With his sweaty body against yours, muscular arms holding you in place, Yoichi kisses your shoulder and starts to enter you

Your hands move to the man's built back, holding onto Yoichi as you let out a pleasured yet slightly pained moan - he stretched you out briefly as you got drunk off his cock but it still hurt

Yoichi moans against your neck as he gently bites it, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure as he buries his dick all the way inside of you

Yoichi, being quite the gentleman, gives you time to adjust to his fucking thick, big dick - his head moving off your your shoulder to kiss you passionately, his hands moving to your waist and your cheek as he kisses you with passion and with what he denies is love

Your tongue plays with Yoichi's as you adjust to his size, and once that happens, you subconsciously start to grind your hips against Yoichi - making the woldboy smirk against your lips

Yoichi starts to move you up and down on his dick, his hips also working to fuck into you

All pain having evaporated, you get overwhelmed with pleasure from the stretch and from Yoichi's massive fucking cock punching your prostate at every thrust

Your nails dig into the man's muscular back, dragging pinkish scratch marks down Yoichi's back as you moan his name and whimper into his ear like some sorta pornstar

Yoichi bites and kisses your neck, moaning as he sets a fast and rough pace with his hips, his hand gripping your waist hard, maneuvering you up and down on his cock

Your dick rubs against Yoichi's hard abs, giving you the friction you need to approach your climax

The purple-haired man is also getting closer by the second, your previous teasing of his cock making him last less than he did last time

Yoichi's body is drenched in his sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead sexily and your skin sticking to his

Yoichi moves an arm around your neck, pulling you away from his body to look at him and then pushing you against his muscular chest and smashing your face into the hairy crease of his armpit

Yoichi's musk is what sends you over the edge, along with his horny laugh and the feeling of him punching your prostate with his huge cock

You moan into Yoichi's body and grip onto him tightly, his arm slightly suffocating you from his strength and literal surface area due to his muscles

Yoichi, still going strong for as long as he can, keeps fucking into you throughout your orgasm, making you twitch and moan his name like a whore

Your ass clamps down on Yoichi after you come down from your earth-shaking orgasm - you warm, gummy walls tightening around Yoichi like a vice

Finally, the string Yoichi was holding onto snaps, his grip on you tightening as he hugs your body into his as tightly as he possibly could - his thrusts not stopping as he fucks you through his orgasm, practically overstimulating himself

You start to get lightheaded from Yoichi's tight 'hug', that mixed with his manly, thick musk sends you over the edge a second time, your dick spurting out a second, weaker load as Yoichi fills your insides with his thick, manly cum

Panting and weak groans/moans are all that can be heard for a solid couple of minutes once you two come down, that life-changing sex having taken it out of you both

Once you've both recovered, Yoichi gently pulls out of you and holds you up as he removes himself from your pretzel-like situation

"You all good, softy?" Yoichi asks, croutching before you with his hand holding your chin up to his face

"Heh... yeah, just a little dizzy" you mumble, pecking Yoichi on the lips

As the two of you clean up and dress back into your camp uniform, Yoichi chuckles to himself

"Still got complaints about my smell, pretty boy?" Yoichi says smugly, eyes you up with a grin

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... I still expect you to shower." You chuckle but then deadpan by the end, making Yoichi laugh to himself - his thoughts currently only on one topic; you

[whateverloomis]

May i please request a billy loomis x reader where they are laying in bed naked after sex and the reader is just smothering his face with kisses.

Like, tell me you dont want to just baby talk some sweetness to his pretty little psycho face

Y'know what anon? You're right. Here are some prompts because I need to break this down for us 😔✊🏼

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Warnings: Mushy affection, so many kisses for Billy, suggestion of after sex activity, soft Billy x reader, unedited.

Reader: There are no pronouns used here so it can apply to any gender identity 💖

• After having rough sex with Billy you soften up once both of you come down from your highs.

• Billy may not seem like the type to enjoy mushy affection but deep down he does. Plus, he'd let you do anything to him.

• He gives in so easily it's crazy. The one who manipulates is easy to manipulate. Contradictory if I do say so myself.

• "You're so cute." You say and kiss his cheek a few times, running your hand through his hair.

• He side eyes you at first and says nothing, pretending to be unfazed but he enjoys the attention.

• "Mm c'mon don't be like that." You say in a flirty-mocking tone, sitting on his lap. The only thing separating your skins to touch is a thin white bed sheet.

• You grab his cheeks and coo at him; "You know you're cute." you say and he smirks softly. He knows what he's doing and it's infuriating in the most pleasant way.

• You lean in and give him more cheek kisses and squish them with both your hands. Cuteness aggression taking over you. "Ugh I could eat you up, you're such a cutie." - "Okay that's enough." Billy says and let's out a breathy laugh.

• He makes a weak attempt at pushing your hands away but in reality he just wants more of the attention.

• Kiss kiss kiss. You're smothering him with kisses and start to giggle at his attempt to act all tough and manly. He loves when you feel cuteness aggression.

• "I'm not as cute as you, and that's a fact." He says and pokes your nose. You giggle at his little comment and give him little pecks, both of you laughing in-between each kiss.

• Billy hugs you tightly to feel your skin against his. The warmth makes both of you guys feel safe, and Billy needs it from time to time. The darkness he has inside him consumes him too much sometimes and the softness you provide is just what he needs to escape.

• "I don't deserve you." He whispers in your ear and you look at him, slight anger written on your face. "You deserve every part of me." You say and give him a few pecks. "We deserve us."

• And with that, the warm after sex sleep consumes your body. Best sleep of the week.

[brittscafe]

So a thing that lives in my head rent free is what kind of scents do the lieutenants and captains have? (Be it shower gel, deodorant, cologne/perfume, etc) Like when you hug them what do they each smell like? (Kinda weird but y'know)

omggg I feel like some of these are self explanatory, but I'll provide details on some of these <3

Jushiro: Lavender and tea.

Shunsui: Sake and a strong cologne that smells like a flower of some sort.

Byakuya: Cherry blossoms and a hint of vanilla ;)

Kenpachi: Uses a strong scented deodorant that can be smelled across the soul society. Makes the hairs in your nose burn off...

Kensei: Like a manly man lol idk how else to describe it, but it smells good. Big beefy men like him smell good and you can't get enough of it.

Toshiro: icy axe body spray (i feel like axe body spray just gives off his vibes yk, bc that shit to me is so goddamn icy and cold)

Shinji: Old spice body wash (Timber with Sandalwood). Maybe a spray of some fancy cologne.

Mayuri: He's not concerned about what he smells like since he's in the lab all day and he probably smells at the end of the day, so he just puts on a cheap deodorant and maybe if he's feeling fancy, a quick spray of colonge.

Soi-Fon: A vanilla perfume or like her honey shampoo and conditioner.

Renji: Old spice deodorant (vanilla + shea butter) and hair gel.

Rangiku: Strawberry perfume or an Ariana Grande perfume that she got from the human world or her strawberry shampoo and conditioner.

Izuru: Something dark and mysterious. Something that when he walks past you, you'll be wanting to know more ;)

Shuhei: He wears a strong, but not overbearing cologne. One that if he walks past you, you'll inhale it for a few seconds and cherish the smell.

Ikkaku: I imagine that he wears a deep scented cologne, combined with his body wash. Honestly, he probably smells the best out of the lieutenants.

[ladystoneboobs]

@sunflowersansa, #catelyn was raised to be hosters successor for almost a decade wasnt she?

the annoying thing is we don't have an approximate age for edmure, nor any age for cat when minisa died (in childbirth with a last, stillborn son, not edmure). i've seen fanart depicting him as anywhere from a toddler to a younger teen/tween when catelyn and lysa were teenagers. but i feel pretty confident in my estimation of ~7/8yrs age difference between eldest sister and baby brother, and not just bc of symmetry with the next generation. my reasoning is thus:

we all assume catelyn had some grooming as an heiress, rather than it just being a nominal status in early childhood. how much training can one really give a 3 or 4yo, y'know? we know rickon never had any manly lord lessons from ned since he was still so young when they parted. if she was closer to 7 or 8 when edmure came along, that leaves more realistic time for education, and a sizable number of years with only daughters for hoster to try to accustom himself to lack of a son and make do accordingly. even only 1 or 2 years of rulership lessons would still matter when minisa's death left hoster more dependent on her as not just hostess but later a trusted confidant of a sort until she got married.

ned thinks of edmure as "the boy" in his pov when hearing of the mountain's first attacks in the riverlands. we know ned's not great with keeping up with ageing from his earlier comments about tommen, and he surely hasn't seen edmure in many years, but this tells me that when they did meet at riverrun, edmure was not that close in age to himself, catelyn, and lysa. (i think it's less likely to see someone as frozen in childhood if they're anywhere near your age cohort.) ned could still be wrong about edmure's age thinking he couldn't possibly be at least 25 and any green knight younger than that was still a boy or youth, but that miscalculation makes more sense to me if he was around ~26 rather than a fellow thirtysomething or a guy pushing thirty.

we also know that edmure acted as brandon's squire in his duel with littlefinger, which i read as more someone playacting at some squirely practice when not yet consideed old enough to be anyone's assigned squire, with the informal nature of the duel which meant lightly-armored littlefinger having no squire of his own, and brandon having an actual squire who likely could have been present. so that lines up with a ~10yo edmure to 15yo littlefinger, 16yo lysa, 18yo catelyn, and 20yo brandon. (this is admittedly the most subjective point and i wouldn't consider it strong evidence if not consistent with the rest.)

catelyn doubted her memories of her mother, including her appearence, which in this world strangely devoid of portraits, still makes me think she was quite young when they lost her. so, yeah, not a large gap between edmure's birth and minisa's death in her next childbirth. if catelyn was 8/9 or even 10 when her mother died and she became de facto lady of riverrun, that could line up with the lannister twins losing their mother at 7 and not having strong memories of joanna.

idt catelyn really did think of riverrun as her birthright when her brief time as conscious heiress was a small fraction of her life, with at least 6yrs knowing she'd move away to be lady (consort) of winterfell instead and the rest of her life living out that responsibility as northern wife and mother. but it must still sting to be used to such a position of importance in her earlier time in riverrun and have no real authority when she returned to live there again as an adult, especially when edmure still seemed to act (to her) like the baby of the family not entirely matured into the authority he held all for himself. there's a part in her time in renly's camp when she thought robb was years younger but still knew what he was doing more than the southern king and his knights of summer playing at war. i'd imagine a simaliar feeling whenever edmure annoyed her. that's another difference between robb and edmure, that robb was a dutiful eldest sibling like his mother, formerly catelyn's baby but never anyone's baby brother. while edmure, even if he was (my by headcanon) a few years older than renly and unlike renly was meant to be a male heir from birth, was still a youngest child of 3 like renly.

[piratefishmama]

Loving all the established steddie doing crime, it’s adorable and exhilarating, the whole Bonnie and Clyde vibe is chef kiss but imagine Steve and Eddie in high school being perfect strangers except for their drug transactions and one day Steve materializes in front of Eddie, anxious as fuck, telling him that he put his joints in his gym pants and forgot them in the boys’ lockers. Therefore him, the entire basket ball team and Eddie himself are fucked because the lockers are thoroughly searched once a month and well, it’s that time of the month. Steve can’t have his parents know about this and is starting to feel the tell tale signs of a panic attack taking hold of him. And he would never snitch about his dealer but he doesn’t know if his team mates would hold their piece if interrogated about the source of the drugs. God knows they will turn on Steve and pin everything on him the second they get the chance.

Eddie’s silently listening to him, eyes thoughtful, then is like “We’ll go get your stash then. In and out, Harrington, should be easy enough.” and promptly drags Steve with him to be the lookout, deftly breaks into the lockers room, retrieves the pair of pants holding the incriminating items, tosses them at Steve’s head and they run like hell -pants in hand- the moment they hear someone opening the door to the coach’s office. They’re full of manic laugher, breathing hard from their run and beaming at each other like they’re lifelong friends.

After that Steve keeps coming up with reasons to do crime so he can hang out with Eddie again.

and at first Eddie can be a little suspicious, because surely Harrington must be out to get him collared by the law or something right? maybe his douchebag friends set him up with the task of setting up the freak. which y'know, wouldnt really make sense cause he's the only safe dealer in Hawkins.

his prices sometimes arent fair (the asshole tax is a pain so people are usually nice to him for the weeks leading up to parties) but his shit is never cut or laced with anything bad, nobody ever has any nasty surprises when they partake and if he lingers around after the purchase they know they're safe cause he never partakes and he always knows what to do if or when someone OD's so getting him nabbed by the law seems very counterproductive.

But Steve is just. There. With an abundance of hairbrained schemes and miscellaneous mischiefs, stupid shenanigans, and Eddie is very easily pursuaded into shenanigans, just the word shenanigan is enough to get Eddie riled into a excitable ball of mad adhd driven energy.

but Steve never gets them caught, never leaves him hanging, even hauls his ass up onto the roof when flashlights aimed down alley ways that would have for sure caught him hiding behind a dumpster eventually with all that manly jock strength, before laying spread eagle on the rooftop grinning into the night air as if he's high on just life alone and yeah thats pretty hot but what is his deal and why does Eddie want to never let it go?

when will Steve get bored of him? Will steve get bored of him? the questions are torture so Eddie just keeps deciding to let it go until the next time, and keeps doing that until they find themselves on a back road after an honest to gods heist™ making out in the back seat full of horny adrenaline and Eddie will never let him go.

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 2)

...Who would have known that not pretending to be a manly man-man, and actually being a friend to your girlfriend would make your relationship better?

But genuinely, it's so cute to see them finally getting along.

Even that is enough for him.

It's very interesting to me, the way this juxtaposes his party.for all of the girls, and this one-on-one dinner proposition.

Yet again, Kerubim isn't just trying to get back together with Lou — he's become a part of the collective.

And he isn't just pretending to be a woman - he's relishing in it.

Which is very normal and not a sign of anything at all about his gender.

...Is this a good time to, yet again, mention that this episode is the first time we see Kerubim wearing green, chronologically speaking? Y'know, his favourite color?

Between trying to isolate Lou, mistreating everyone but her, unlawfully terminating Keke's employment out of jealousy, and, in general, and the power imbalance in trying to seek a relationship with one's own employee... The twitter callout would be wild. World's shittiest employer.

...Also, way to hit the sore spots, considering "you're barely worth the attention she gives you" is pretty much Keke's Nightmare.

Smudged mascara from tears. Cute...

Finally, he gets the courage to do the right thing. Only takes everything being So Over each time. I guess it says a lot about his character. Even as an old man he's not good at telling the truth, if it makes him feel bad.

Past Kerubim would have been probably been begging, tearfully, on his knees, for her to take him back. Or, perhaps, past Kerubim would have been denying he was at fault altogether.

What happened in the last episodes, is that he finally learned to take accountability for his life. He's okay with rejection. It's just that he wants her to know that he's sorry.

(nods sagely) And Pinpin is actually just a woman.

...Oh, god, it is going to be hard not to screenshot every single frame of the next scene.

In the past, perhaps he would have tried to say something in his defence. But it's not about him: it's about her shitty, shitty birthday, about him having lied to her for weeks or months, and him having caused her to forget him.

So, he doesn't say anything.

He lets her do all the talking.

It's only after she says something that isn't sad, and acknowledges that he's still her friend ("it's weird to see you as an Ecaflip" is a far cry from "I lost my best friend") that he begins to talk back, even making a little joke to test the waters.

Even though he fucked up again, and couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, he has a new chance.

He isn't pushy, — at best, he'd like to share the road with her.

But despite what happened, she still considers him her best friend, female or not.

[inlove-and-dying]

The Walking Dead characters as things from the quotes channel on Discord (Ft. Y/N) PT 2

Negan: nice, I slap children

Y/N: my brain is smooth! it hardly has any wrinkles! the only wrinkles it has are from stress!

Daryl: you run like a deer in the headlights

Carl: I am not above drop-kicking children

Michonne: time sure does fly when you've been sleeping all day

Negan: do you have a crush on me? Rick, without missing a beat: no, I have standards Negan: Negan: I just asked you that to see your reaction but OW-

Y/N: cats are not human

Carl: another day, another slay. and as I like to say, go fuck yourself!

Y/N: *about Carl* there go his ribs.... oh and his life too i guess.... oh nevermind he's still alive the stupid bitch

Y/N: I'm just gonna.... slide the L to you... Daryl: and I'm just gonna.... flip the bird to you....

Glenn, at 2 AM: reject humanity, become B A N A N A

Negan: manslaughter... I can't believe it's not murder!

Michonne: my ducks are not in a row. heck, I don't even know if my ducks are alive!

Carl, to Daryl: you're a tall midget

Rick: where are you going? Y/N: *exhasperated sigh* Australia Rick: oh Rick: you're gonna die Y/N and Carl: *laugh* Carl, quietly: that's the point

Y/N: I would just like to say Y/N: Daryl has a rockin' set of tits Y/N: I mean have you seen them??? Y/N: and not to mention the HAIR oh my god the HAIR Y/N: I W A N T H I S G E N D E R

Glenn: Maggie. MAGGIE. I have decided that I am going to be a walking blue stick

Daryl, to Glenn: you're talkin' a lotta smack for someone light enough to be thrown into oncoming traffic

Negan: I'm going crazy. I said killed someone and said "eat this, it's good for you"

Carl: you squished my weiner :(

Y/N: y'know, IDK crap about the Bible but I do know the entire Pokemon timeline

Rick: *comes into Carl's room* I think I've found your trouble sleeping Carl: what? Rick: *points to coffee cup* maybe you should be having that in the morning instead of at night Carl: but morning for me was 3PM Rick: try 9AM Carl: nooooo that's nastyyyyyy

Negan: I'm so manly that even my balls have balls

Carl, to Negan and Rick: aww, look at you! arguing like the old couple that you are!

Enid: do you have a fruit loop stuck up in your nose?

Tara: go dink some water children. hydrate or die straight

Rick: I am.... Rick: going to war, for plot reasons

Michonne: Im pretty sure i lose more blood on ym period that I will with a broken nose, I'll be fine

Carol: dude, you're trying to speedrun seeing God

Y/N: gotta love that E N E R G Y J U I C E

Carol: get outta here, dude. I revoke your life pass

Abraham: If all else fails, we get a tank

Maggie: be nice to everyone! *looks at Y/N and Carl* I'm talking to you two!

Eugene: THAT IS A FOUNTAIN. A FOUNTAIN IS A DECORATIVE RESEVOIR USED FOR DISPERSING WATER

Glenn: I am extremely dying

Governer: *laughs in evil*

[yanderes-galore]

Your Yandere prompts screams kirishima to me 20.) "I've been waiting too long for this...."21.) "Photos and trinkets only do so much, dear!" (Maybe pro hero or 3rd year kiri finally has the reader all to himself and no one would suspect the sweet , lovable Red Riot to have kidnapped his classmate ?) 💗💗💗

Sure! I haven't written MHA in a while or watched it in a bit so if anything is out of character, I apologize! Pro hero Kirishima and aged up as usual!

Accidentally just made it angsty which I doubt is what you wanted, so I am sorry on that- I can see this request in a more unhinged Kirishima way, though this bluntly delusional version I think is good too. Either way, hope you liked it ^^

Yandere! Eijiro Kirishima Prompts 20 + 21

"I've been waiting too long for this...."

"Photos and trinkets only do so much, dear!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Picture taking mentioned, Theft mentioned, Kidnapping, Angst and lots of it, Toxic behavior, Paranoia, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior.

No one would expect a thing, how could they?

No one looked at Red Riot and thought he had a dark side. He's so outgoing, honest, and kind hearted! That's why when tragedy struck and he swooped in to help, no one thought anything of it.

It's not like anyone would know if someone went missing afterwards, yeah? That fight with that villain caused a ton of damage! Anyone could've died in the crossfire!

That may be why no one found you yet.

Kirishima, your old classmate, was good at keeping up appearances. He makes friends so easily and claims to go by a code of chivalry. Is this chivalry?

Kidnapping your old classmate because you had feelings for them years ago?

The red haired man who visited your little cage every day made your blood boil. He goes on and on about how he'll provide for you, how he'll be manly enough to be your boyfriend.

It would be flattering if he didn't take you by force.

You were forced to sit in a little room. Door always locked with a bed, chair, and wardrobe in the room. This was all you saw while you healed from your wounds.

You thought he took you in out of kindness. To heal after being attacked by a villain. Then he never let you leave....

He had played hero in front of the crowd, coming in to pick you out of the rubble. While everyone else thought you were safe... you were not. Red Riot had other plans.

It was skillful planning if you think about it.

No one suspected a thing.

"I've been waiting too long for this...."

Was this his idea of a romantic fantasy? Locking you in his home and claiming he loves you? You're disgusted by the fact he acts like this is normal.

"I've loved you for years...! We've just been so busy with school I never got to say it- But... my feelings haven't changed!"

"How is kidnapping me a way to confess to me? After all this time?"

"It... it wasn't kidnapping! I was helping you after the battle. You were injured, so I kept you until you healed...!"

"Well, I'm healed now. Yet you refuse to let me go."

"Come on, (Y/N)... don't do this! I promise I'll be the best for you.... I don't want you getting hurt again, y'know?"

You glare at him in defiance, earning a frown from the pro hero. Due to the public seeing him as this great hero... they'll never know about you. You, who's locked away like some precious doll who'd break so easily.

"I'm sorry... I know this isn't the right thing to do. Not even close to it. But... I really have been waiting to provide for you like this."

"What do you mean?"

You ask him, not sure if you want to know the answer. You see his eyes widen and his cheeks flush, your captor acting like an embarrassed child. He seems nervous for a moment but he sits closer to you in the chair in front of your bed. You keep your distance and allow him to speak.

"U-Um... when we were still in school together, I could see you every day. Then we graduated and... got busy."

He clears his throat, shaking his head. It's like he wants to say what he's saying but is hesitating.

He knows his behavior is wrong, yet yearning for your love is so much stronger than his morals.

"I... have a few things of yours that I like to keep. They remind me of you and that gave me the confidence to commit to my career!"

He laughs slightly, trying to make light of the situation. Obviously, with your now concerned face, it wasn't working.

"I love you so much... that I even kept some photos of you. I'm not the best with a camera though I think they came out very well."

Kirishima then sighs, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Photos and trinkets only do so much, dear...."

The so-called hero then looks up to see you stare at him with terrified eyes.

"You planned this-"

You shake, pressing yourself against the wall by the bed.

"You've been stalking me... waiting for just the right moment to take me here...."

"Woah, woah...! I assure you I never meant to-"

"Listen to yourself, Eijiro! You KIDNAPPED me, you can't deny that! The stalking, too-"

"Listen to ME, (Y/N)!"

Kirishima snaps, soon taking a deep breath to calm down. He shouldn't scare you....

"... I did this to protect you. I'm meant to protect you. I do this because I love you. I know it's not like your traditional hero behavior... I just want you to know I don't want to scare you."

"Let me go-"

"You know I can't do that... not after this."

"Why...? If you love me so much... why do you neglect me this?"

Kirishima looks genuinely sad at what you said. He may not have bad intentions... though this is still wrong. You're still scared of him for it.

"You could get hurt. Besides... I worked hard to be the best man for you. I worked hard to get us together.... Just... be patient, please."

He holds your hands, despite you trying to pull away. He wants you to love him. However, he fears he's rushed things....

How dare he call himself a man...

How dare he call himself your hero.

The room grows silent. Kirishima looks to be feeding himself delusions to reassure he's doing the right thing. It's sad, really.

Sad to see such a hero give into his dark desires...

Sad to see you suffer due to such delusions...

Sad that no one would believe you if you told anyone.

While Kirishima may claim he feels love for you, it's toxic. He's stalked you, he's stolen from you, he's kidnapped you...

He's delusional about you.

You curse at how pitiful you feel. Stuck in this situation all because of him. He could follow through with what he says, promising to treat you well, yet you still wouldn't be happy.

You only want your freedom...

He'd never make you happy without it.

[corvuserpens]

So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

[steveharringtonsgf69]

SUNNY SIDE UP

a steve harrington x fem!reader

*warnings: probably bad grammar, some provocative language (not a lot tho), mocking language, cussing, and fluff*

summary: you and steve are best friends- always been close and playful. But what happens when you start to feel a little more when he holds you and you fall under his touch?

a/n: this is my first fic, written in order to fulfill my delusional Harrington heart. Apologies if it's a bit rushed but Have fun:) Feedback is appreciated

word count: 2.4k

🤍

He sits so manly yet sloppy at the end of the lounger, with his elbows on his knees, eyes squinting from the fiery Hawkins sun, watching the loud kids jump in and out of his backyard pool. "Hey shitheads! No running around alright?!" He orders them and points at the floor, ensuring that the kids understand their safety. "Don't wanna be babysitting and nursing any of you after this, got it? I have things to do." He looks at you and smiles softly, letting you know that he was still aware of your pancake night later.

"Such a caring man, Harrington" you smile smugly and scrunch your face, pinching his cheek. He rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek back. "And you love it," he says.

You smile at him, your gummy smile showing. The smile that Steve adores. The one that would make him fall to his knees and worship you, admiring your pearly teeth that line up just right, and eyeing you from head to toe, grateful to have someone as beautiful as you under his presence.

"Hey, i think we should get in the pool y'know. I feel like a boiled egg, my back must be sizzling by now" Steve suggests in a whiny voice and makes hissing noises while motioning to his back. You roll your eyes and switch your position in the lounger so that you're now face-down, waiting for your back to begin tanning.

"A couple more minutes, stop being impatient. You agreed to tan with me." You close your eyes and rest your head in your arms. The bright yellow sun hitting every curve of your body. Steve looks at you, mouth slightly open, blinking rapidly against the sight right next to him. "A- alright. I can wait some more" he sighs through his nose as if he was holding his breath. "I got a great view anyway," he mumbles but loud enough for you to hear. You open your eyes and lazily smack his leg. "Shut up before I push you in the pool, I bet you'd love the view then." you say half joking. "What? I was talking about the kids you weirdo" he lies obviously.

You purse your lips holding back a smile, you get up quickly and grab Steve by the arm. "You wanted to go in the pool right Stevie? Lets go then" You say holding back a laugh. "Wait wait wait-" He lost his balance and you pushed him in the cool refreshing pool. You watch him fall and dive to maintain his weight.

You let out the most genuine laugh right then and there, your cheeks were flushed rosy red and your hands in your stomach. Your eyes- once again, squinty and your nose scrunched. The water splashing back at you from Steve's heavy body slamming against the pool. While you're laughing though, Steve gets the idea to take the opportunity since you're not watching, to pull you down with him. But as he rose up to grab you, he stopped, completely distracted by that obnoxious laugh of yours.

To you it was an insecurity, sounding like a dying seal while showing your pink gums and slightly crooked teeth. But to Steve, it was the cure to his aches and the solution to his problems, music to his ears. Sure, you guys were best friends and all but he had a soft spot just for you, he adored you deeply, and your smile was one of his favorite things- you being the first. But sadly, you didn't know that. yet.

Anyways- you yelp and scream high pitched as you feel yourself fall to the water, unaware of what just happened. You close your eyes and try to hold your breath but water gets through your nose first, making you instinctively want to go to the surface. You go up to get air, gasp loudly and cough as you rose your head to the atmosphere. You wipe your eyes with your purposeless already-wet hands. But before you can get a break to get a hold of yourself, Steve grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him, your back facing him, tackling you and making you giggle like an idiot.

"That's for pushing me in the water Y/L/N." he states. "And for ruining the view." He whispers in your ear, slightly out of breath.

You gasp silently and splash water at him. You turn your head and your eyes widen at how close you are. Both your faces shiny and moist from the pool water, both of you eyeing each other to the soul. His gorgeous honey brown eyes glaze against the sun, pupils dilate as he looks at you back. He licks his lips and looks at yours, you lick your lips and look at his...

"Just kiss already" Dustin pops up right next to you paddling his feet like a dog trying to float. He gives you a look and you glance at him, eyes wide. "Yeah Y/N, we all see it."

You immediately pull away from Steve's grip. "We are not eyeing each other, and most definitely not getting a room unless its to get away from you dickwads." You state, slightly embarrassed, as you and your bestest friend were getting a bit too close for your comfort and the rest of the kids.

"Yeah Dustin. Mind your business too will ya?" Steve slicks his hair back and walks forward since he's tall enough to reach the floor, and reaches to the ladder to get out of the pool.

A few hours later, kids are gone and it is late afternoon. Sun setting down, leaving a trail of dark blue and hues of purple pooling over the sky. You and Steve pick up the towels and goggles left around. You giggle and Steve turns to look at you "Whats in your mind?" he says curiously. "Its just, i dunno- today was a nice day. I haven't laughed like that in so long..." you sigh happily "Plus, surprisingly, I had fun with you" you tease and look at Steve, folding the damp towels on one of the loungers and stacking them. He scoffs, "Of course you had fun- Have you met me? im hilarious, handsome, and obviously know how to have a fun time." He wiggles his eyebrows along with his shoulders, eyes still focused on folding the towels perfectly. You cant help but roll your eyes and smile, you sit back next to him, watching him. "Please, You're the biggest party pooper i've ever met."

It all happened so quick- he grabbed you all of a sudden. Fast movement, swinging your floppy body- once, twice. "Party pooper huh?" He said loudly, offended by your remark. "Wait! Steve-" but before you could finish your sentence he threw you to the cold dark water of his pool.

After rising to the surface and catching your breath for a second, you climb out of the pool, running over to Harrington. Your soaked feet smacking the concrete, the air hitting your legs, making you shudder against the crisp evening breeze. As you approach him, he pauses you, grabbing your arms- stopping you and placing you under his touch. You can feel him breathing just above your nose, chills run down your spine.

"How was that for a party pooper?" He says with a shit eating grin on his face. His eyes hooded, examining your face, moist, running droplets all over your features. Your eyelashes thick from the water- scanning his.

To both of you, being upon one another, held in each other's arms, was a normal thing. Steve's relationship with you had always been somatic- full of warm hugs, cuddles, and lots of playful fighting. But today.. his touch was more fluttering, sportive and tender, making your stomach go into knots.

You've never really looked at Steve in a way that didn't scream platonic with a capital P. He was charming, loving, hilarious, and remarkable, making you admire him as a best-friend. He held the key to your heart and your deepest secrets. You could never imagine yourself holding romantic tenderness for him. As your friendship always remained just that- a friendship.

He always looked out for you. He knew what to do whenever you were upset whether it was tears streaming down your eyes, or a slight shift in your mood, reflecting annoyance or sorrow. He knew your most sensitive issues and feelings, he was gentle and assuring. Always incredibly supportive and a careful listener, paying attention to every little detail about you.

"Steve..." You look at him, eyes glossy and mouth agape. Your gaze shifting from eye to eye.

"Yeah?" he whispers. As if talking loudly would break the tension and closeness of holding you right at the moment.

"Let's go back inside yeah? Im cold and really, really hungry." You look at him with soft doe eyes. "Some pancakes would do nice" you suggest.

He hums, licking his lips. "You're so right. Let's get you a towel." He goes to reach down at the lounger you were sitting in earlier that day, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your shoulders, keeping his hand on you he rolls the towel down to dry the rest of your arms and thighs. You shiver at his actions, heat rising to your cheeks. He notices this and backs away, "Sorry, too much" he whispers. "Its okay, thank you Steve" you say softly while covering you upper body with the towel.

About an hour and a half later after taking a quick shower and getting dressed in Steve's clothes. You were leaning against his marble counter, ready to make a delicious disaster in his kitchen.

"Do you not know how to read measurements, Harrington?" you tease, holding a bag of flour on top of the metal bowl you were using to make the pancake mix. "How much flour do I need?"

"It says, twenty four t-b-s-p." He reads off the cooking book, forehead wrinkled, brows furrowed, lips slightly puckered in confusion. "Whatever that means," he mumbles to himself and closes the book. "Y/N, i don't understand this cooking shit. Why so many measurements? It looks like my high school statistics textbook! this shouldn't be so complicated. What the fuck is tbsp and why do we need so much Jesus- Y/N remind me why we did this again?" He rants quickly in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his actions. "First off all, stop stressing yourself out. It's not that complicated, but here, you can pour in the ingredients while i read hm?" You hand out the flour and he takes it from you, his facial expression softening. "Oh and it's not tbsp its tablespoons, Steve." You chuckle "And what we need is cups, not the tablespoon measurements because that would take us forever."

"You could've just said that!" He whines, placing the flour on the counter, opening the kitchen cabinets looking for a perfect shaped cup. "This good enough?" he waves the cup around.

"Perfect." you smile widely.

After what seemed like endless test trials and tons of burnt pancakes, you and Steve finally finished a pretty stack. Neatly placed in a plate for both of you to share, with a river of maple syrup and a small flat cube of butter to fulfill your empty stomachs.

"Wanna take the first bite?" You ask Steve. "I'll take the honors" he replies and takes a big bite of the sticky fluffy pancakes. "hmm" chewing loudly, he says "this is so good" with a mouthful of chewed up batter he gives you a satisfied smile.

You giggle and point out the fact that you two made them, it being the reason why they taste so other-worldly. You grab the plate and take a bite of the pancakes to see if they are truly delicious, or Steve is just trying to make you feel good about you guys' efforts in cooking.

Muffling with the food inside your mouth, you quietly moan, getting that feeling when you taste something so delightful it makes your tastebuds dance. Steve's eyes widen, he freezes in his seat, cheeks quick to flush a reddish pink. He gulps loudly and breaks the tension by dryly chuckling. "Good right?" He turns to look at you, pacing his eyesight between your eyes and your lips.

"So yummy Steve" you swallow and wipe your hands, full of maple residue, on Steve's shirt. You decided to not wear a bra due to your comfort around your best friend, but the shirt was no help- slightly outlining your breasts and making them bounce a bit as feedback of your hands wiping, contouring your body silhouette. Harrington couldn't help but stare in awe, you were so enticing.

His stare goes back to your face, following the curves of your round rosy lips. He notices a bit of maple left on the corner of your mouth so he leans closer to you, "you have a little something on your lips." He comes forward, his nose slightly brushes against yours. You let out a soft sigh, nervous to be so close to him once again. You look in his eyes and nod, giving him the consent he needed to continue his actions. His finger traces your lips as he presses and wipes, removing the sugary maple off of you.

Steve can't help but imagine what your captivating lips feel like against his. So he apologizes in his head in advance for what he is about to do.

He grabs your face, caressing and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He observes your features closely, and stares deeply into your eyes, half-open in desire. Noticing how your pupil expands under his touch.

He goes for it. Planting his yearning lips onto yours, a slow loving rhythm as you interconnect upon him. You blossomed like a flower who had been waiting for its sun, entering the glistering spring. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips, full of the softness they borrow from the heart.

He lets go extremely slowly, both your lips unsticking together reluctantly, as if they were molding together with passion before being separated, begging to be pushed back together. You look into Steve's eyes, all full of admiration and lust. Your gaze drops to his lips and you kiss him again, hungrily and desperately wanting more. His full pretty lips were like cushions of dopamine, a necessity to live, so soft and fulfilling.

[lolabooks]

As much as he'd probably like to believe otherwise, you clocked the change in Kirishima's mood the minute he entered the apartment.

You were washing dishes when Kiri walked in, shoulders slumped and eyes weary. You had honestly expected him home about an hour earlier, but as long as he came home, you couldn't complain. "Hey," you greeted him over your shoulder.

His eyes lit up when he saw you. "Hey, babe. Miss me?"

If you hadn't known him so well and for so long, you would have missed the hollowness in his voice. "'Course I did," you chuckled. "How are the guys?"

"Everyone's great! Lot of work to be done this week so it was nice to have some time to relax. And Bakugou's seeing someone! You wouldn't believe how much he's mellowed out. He even smiled while talking about them."

You froze. "You're kidding."

"You know I'm not." Hands found your hips, lips caressed your cheek when he spoke next, "Missed you too."

You turned to kiss his lips, smiling against him. "No drinks for you tonight?"

"Nah, I wanted to play DD." He stepped away to lean back against the counter. "Kaminari tried to keep up with Bakugou...You know how that goes. Good thing I know his address."

You'd seen Kaminari at his best, and also at his worst. Somehow the drunken tries at zapping Bakugou with electricity never got old. "Well, I'm sure that was an awkward cab ride," you chuckled, placing a plate on the rack.

"Oh, it was."

You paused. You looked over to see him yawning. "Eiji. Were you in that cab?"

"I wanted to make sure he got home safely!"

You sighed and turned off the tap. You moved to lean against the counter across from him. "What's going on?"

Kirishima blinked, very nonchalantly folding his arms. "What do you mean?"

"Something's off." You squinted at him. "You've been exhausted every day this week. I can see your dark circles from a mile away, babe."

Kirishima shrugged. "You know, work is busy. Villains are relentless. I'm just trying to be as helpful as I can."

One of the reasons you loved Kiri was his compassion. He had to be the most helpful, considerate man you knew, so dedicated to his work and to his friends. He insisted on doing whatever he could to make everyone's life easier, and while it showed the depth of his kindness, it could be so draining for him. You were in it for the long run with Kiri, but you weren't going to sit back and let him run himself weary. Even now, the red of his eyes looked fainter. "Yes but baby, you do so much. So much. You need to take some time for yourself. It doesn't always have to be you. You have a team you can rely on!"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I know, I know, it's just...If I don't take the lead who will, y'know?" He shrugged. "It doesn't feel manly having to be taken care of."

You pinched his cheek, earning a squeak from him. "Babe. You have some of the greatest heroes as your peers. You need to give them some credit. They're not going to collapse if you take a step back and only take on what you can handle."

Kirishima nodded. "You're right. You know me too well."

"Good." He sounded sincere, and you were going to hold him to it. The neck of his shirt hung open—he always got too hot in bars—and he still cut quite the figure with his rolled-up sleeves and dark slacks. Maybe it was the glass of wine you'd had earlier, but even the leather of his shoes was doing something for you. You cocked your head to the side, letting your eyes trace his frame, slowly down and then back up, and when you met his eyes you saw that he had been doing the same.

Thankfully, you didn't have to move. Kirishima came to you, sliding his hands up under your sweater and settling them on your hips. He smelled of beer and the night air. He surveyed you with a lazy grin, just broad enough that you saw the gleaming point of his canines. "You look hot," he murmured.

You almost snorted in his face, placing a hand on his chest when he moved closer to you. "Speak for yourself, sugar. You got enough energy to fool around tonight?"

He leaned forward to rest his face in the crook where your neck met your shoulder. "Not much...but if you're willing to take the lead..."

You hummed when his lips caressed your skin. "I do like leading..."

"Maybe take care of me like you've been asking to..."

You felt a throbbing at the apex of your thighs. You'd talked before about dominating him properly, not just getting on top to ride or controlling the speed of your fuck. It was something he had apparently craved for a while but had only recently brought up to you. You thought of nylon ropes and the way you knew his back could curve with the right amount of tension released. You clutched his shirt a bit tighter, feeling almost heady when his teeth grazed your pulse. "I could take care of you..." you all but slurred into his hair.

You felt his grin against your jaw. "Then take care of me..." He pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear. "...Master."

Oh.

"Yeah? You gonna be good for me, honey? Gonna take my cock like a good boy?"

"God, yes," he sighed into your hair.

You smirked. From the tone of his voice alone, you knew this would be a good night.

It took a few minutes for you and Kiri to move from kitchen to bedroom; once he locked his lips with yours, it was quite hard to pull away, and even harder to navigate the path to your room with his arms around you. Once in there however, the energy shifted. You pushed Kiri away by the chest, holding him back to gauge his current state. He'd lost his shirt somewhere in the hall, and with his pants unbuttoned, the shape of him through his boxers left little to the imagination. He was all muscle, hard and strong enough to overpower you easily, and yet you knew you would be in control.

You licked your lips, eyes on his heaving chest. "Strip. And get on the bed."

Wordlessly, Kiri shoved his pants and underwear down in one go, his cock bobbing up to his lower stomach. He slowly backed away, leaned back once his knees hit the bed, and thumped softly to the mattress.

You grinned and stalked toward him, shucking off your sweater as you moved. You stood between his legs at the foot of the bed, letting your hands slowly slide down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. Once they reached your underwear, you saw Kirishima's cock twitch, his gut tightening in anticipation.

You chuckled. "Someone's starving," you murmured, holding eye contact while you slipped two fingers into the front of the garment. "Guess you've been through enough to deserve a taste tonight." You let your fingers drag soft through your folds, enough to make you gasp and hold Kirishima's full attention. "You want a taste, baby?"

Kirishima's jaw went slack as he watched you. You watched him swallow hard, straining to keep his hands balled in fists at his sides. "Please, master, let me taste you. I've been so good."

"Only since you asked so nicely." You hooked your thumbs into the lace of your underwear and rolled it down your legs, stepping neatly out of them.

Kiri's eyes stayed on your sex as he backed further up the bed. You followed, crawling over him on your knees. Once his head hit the pillow, you hovered over his chin before sinking down, letting him bury his mouth between your thighs. Even with your full weight on him, he was ravenous, using a hand on your ass to press you firmly against him. He sucked hard against your clit, and you cried out, reaching out to the headboard for support.

"So greedy," you purred, fighting to keep your voice steady. "Have you been waiting for this all day?"

Kiri moaned into your entrance. "All fucking week," he muttered, biting into the flesh of your inner thigh.

You hissed and tightened your thighs around his neck. "Easy, or you won't get dessert."

"Mmmm." He licked a broad stripe up the center of your folds in apology.

Carefully, you started to roll your hips, grinding just enough to allow his tongue deeper inside you, without hurting him. His hand dug into your ass, grabbing a handful for dear life as you rode his face. You sighed low and heavy. "God, you eat me so well, baby. Like you're starved for it. You want me that badly, huh?"

Kiri hummed appreciatively. You could only imagine how hard he was now, the praise going straight to his head. He was good with his mouth, somehow knowing exactly when and how a hint of teeth was necessary, so it was no surprise when you came on his face minutes later, the perfect amount of suction on your clit driving you over the edge. He lapped up your arousal, groaning eagerly, while you trembled over his face. He usually moaned when eating you out, but the next sound he made, low and ragged from deep in his throat, was different. And if you weren't mistaken, you heard something wet slap Kiri's abdomen.

You froze. Kiri froze. You backed off of him to straddle his chest, staring down at him sternly.

"Eiji."

He blinked up at you in earnest. "I swear I didn't—"

You looked over your shoulder. Poor thing still held his cock unabashedly in his hand; his stomach was spattered with ropes of cum. He could have gotten some on your ass. You looked back at him, a new darkness in your eyes. "You really wanna do this, huh?"

"I should have asked for permission, master, I'm sorry, I swear I'll be good—"

You shook your head and got off of him, off the bed. "Better get it all out of your system then." You rummaged through your drawer, listening smugly to Kiri's pleas.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, please, please don't leave me like this—"

"Oh, I won't." You shimmied into the harness, tightening the straps appropriately. You turned to face Kiri, and you heard him moan at the sight of you. The strap-on was the same red as his hero costume, probably a bit petty on your part, but at least it suited both yours and Kiri's tastes. The man himself couldn't take his eyes off the damn thing, face blushing as bright as his hair. "Color?" you asked him, checking in.

"Green," he said breathlessly. His hands were off his cock now, fisted carefully by his head. You could see he was ready to play nice.

Unfortunately, you were not.

"Turn over," you ordered. Kiri obeyed, turning onto his stomach, even arching his back a bit. You grinned. "Good boy." You knelt on the bed behind him, holding the bottle of lube in one hand, the strap-on in the other. His back muscles twitched when you tapped the outside of his knee. "On your knees, baby."

Up he went. Now that was a sight you could get used to.

"You know that was really bold," you sighed, reaching between his legs to cup the length of him. Kiri shook in your grasp, exhaling sharply into his forearm. "You know you're not supposed to finish until I say so." You stroked him, a slow pace, just to warm him up. "Don't know what's gotten into you, being so greedy."

"I-I can be good for you, master."

"Mmm, I know you can." You formed a slightly tighter circle around the tip of his cock with your fingers, and his hips jerked. "You're gonna have to prove it to me though, honey."

"I can, I can prove it, if you let me, oh, God..." He bucked his hips in time with your strokes, giving you the most lovely view of his ass. You palmed it greedily, squeezing the spot where his cheek met his thigh.

"Can't believe you're this hard already," you murmured, feeling him jump in your grasp. Then you sped up your strokes.

"F-fuck, master, not so fast, I'll—"

"I know, honey, go ahead." You leaned over and kissed his shoulder. "Cum in my hand, I know you want to. Such a messy sub."

"Ffffuck..." he groaned, his voice cracking as your hand slowed and sped up again. "Fuck, keep doing that, it feels so good..."

You shifted your knee so that your thigh pressed between his, flexing your muscle against the sensitive flesh of his perineum. Kiri gasped at the pressure, his ass going taut as he came hard, spilling over your hand and into the sheets.

"That's two," you remarked. He held form even as he panted. You were a little prouder than usual of your handiwork. You leaned over, pressing your chest into Kiri's back and your fingers against his lips. He dutifully opened his mouth, licking his arousal from your hand, sucking your fingers so sloppily that it restarted the throb between your legs. "So good for me, lovely. Keep those hips up." He moaned around your fingers, and you took your hand back, sitting up to open the lube. You rubbed a good amount along the length of the strap-on, then squeezed a bit more into your palm.

With two orgasms already, you figured Kiri was fairly prepared for you, but you were not one to take chances. You placed a hand on his right cheek, letting your thumb press into his perineum. Kiri hissed. "I think we can get a few more outta you though," you hummed, slipping your middle finger into him experimentally.

"Ohh..." Kiri moaned. "Fuck, I'm ready for you, master."

"You're ready for me?" You added another finger, and his walls clamped down on you. "Yeah, I thought so." You peered between his thighs. "Can't believe you're already getting hard." You curled your digits, searching for his prostate.

"Fuck!"

There we go.

You took your fingers out and brought the strap-on to Kiri's hole. "Color?" you asked.

"Green!" he exclaimed, and you slowly slid into him. "Really fucking green, fuck!" He groaned as you bottomed out inside of him. His hands were clutching the sheets so tightly you thought they might rip.

It gave you a thrill to dominate a man so strong.

You cocked your head, drinking him in. The bow of his back was the most perfect curve. You slowly slid the strap-on halfway out, then back inside, a slow pace to ensure he was entirely ready for you. As his walls relaxed around the strap, you sped up, until the slaps of your thighs against his filled the air.

Kiri was always loud, but you'd struck gold tonight. Your nipples hardened at the sound of him keening desperately while you railed him. You couldn't decide which ones you liked best: the low, wretched, almost growl-like moans that tore out of his chest, or the higher, helpless whines that built up over and over into cries of your name. All of it was music to your ears, especially when his ass looked so good from this angle.

His arch slipped when a particular deep thrust struck his prostate, his voice going high and whiny. You tutted softly, hoisting his hips up to the proper position. "So fucking needy," you murmured, reaching under him to grasp his cock. Not a second later, he came again into your hand, whimpering while you stroked his lower back. "Don't tell me you're tired already, sweet thing. You can hold your own against some of Japan's strongest villains but you can't handle little ol' me?"

"You are a villain," Kiri grumbled.

You smacked his ass, earning another squeak from him. "What did we say about talking back?" you said sternly. Though truth be told, you liked hearing the ever so cheerful Kiri getting snappy with you. It gave you ideas on how to rile him up next time you... Well, whenever he recovered from this. Judging by the dryness of your hand, he was almost done for the night. There wasn't even any cum on the sheets this time. "You shooting blanks now, baby? Did I tucker you out?" Kiri nodded. "On your back."

Kiri groaned as he rolled over, spreading his thighs wide and presenting himself for you. He was so big, two hundred pounds of muscle, bending to your will. You reached down to his stomach, feeling up to his chest, where his nipples had pebbled. "So fucking beautiful," you sighed. "All this, just for me."

"All for you," Kiri breathed, staring up at you through half-lidded eyes, hazy with lust. His legs were trembling. "Fuck, babe, I'm exhausted..."

You hummed and heaved one of his legs up onto your shoulder, opening him up to you. "Guess we better make this one quick then, hm?" You took the strap-on in your hand and teased his entrance with it.

"God, yeah... Hnngh, fuck, just put it in me—" he hissed.

You cut him off with a hand on his throat, pressing the sides just enough to make him groan. "Color?"

"Green," he rasped, and you slid the strap-on smoothly into him, licking your lips as he writhed underneath you. "Oh God, master, you feel incredible..."

"Yeah?" You thrust again, aiming for his prostate. Kiri whined, and you thrust again, picking a pace that had your hips snapping hard into his. His thigh was heavy on your shoulder, but you held yourself up with one hand on Kiri's other leg, the other on his neck. You changed your grip, cupping his neck from behind, holding his head up. "You see what I'm doing to you, baby? Love seeing my cock go in and out of you so easy, so fucking hot."

Kiri looked close to tears. "Fuck, babe, I can't—"

"You like how I take care of you, honey?" you added, watching his cock grow heavy underneath you. He was gorgeous, sprawled out and exposed before you like a goddamn buffet. If you rolled your hips just right, the front of the harness rubbed deliciously against your clit. You shivered in spite of yourself. "Gonna be good for me?"

"So good for you, master, ohh...."

You released his throat and brought your hand to his cock, jerking him off as you thrusted. "Go ahead, baby, let go for me, you've earned it."

"Ah...Oh, fffuck!" And with a few more strokes you had finished him. His hips lifted off the bed, cock straining against your hand. You almost missed the mess he would have made had his orgasm not been dry. But the look of him now, red hair mussed up, face and chest flushed, thighs trembling around you... Few things brought you greater pleasure.

You slipped the strap-on out of Kiri and quickly unbuckled the harness. You left it at the foot of the bed while you lay down on top of him, kissing his mouth, swallowing his whines and letting your hands roam his torso. You felt him soften underneath you, still shaking a bit, but he kept one hand on the small of your back, holding you to him as you slowed the kiss to a smooth and soft pace. Kiri sighed and nipped at your bottom lip, making you squeak against his mouth.

You pulled back to look at him, drinking in his post-coital glow. "You look so fucking hot right now," you teased.

"Mm. Beginning to think you only find me cute when I'm tired." Kiri let his head flop back against the pillows. "What does that say about you?"

You kissed his nose. "I just like my men weak enough to kneel at my feet." Kiri chuckled. You smiled at the sight and sat up. "Let me go draw a bath for you."

Kiri hummed appreciatively, eyes slipping closed. His hand lingered at your wrist even as you pulled away to leave the bed. "Only if you get in with me."

"Oh, honey, that was implied."

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

The Grimlands was truly an imposing sight. At least, that’s what Jimmy thought every time he was in the area. It was! With its dark theme and towering architecture, complete with the wither rose fields and the corruption, the Grimlands would definitely be at the top of his list of most intimidating empires. He feels both proud and a bit uneasy knowing that all of the theming wasn’t just for show.

Anyway, he was getting distracted. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Jimmy headed up to the main gate to speak with the guards. It was routine at this point, with how often he came to visit the Count for... political reasons. Yup. Just politics. And that's what brings him here today, of course. 

The two emperors hadn't seen each other for at least three weeks; being caught up with, y'know, ruling. A lot of stuff comes with being an emperor, and- annoyingly- that includes not having enough time to visit your boyfriend that lives halfway across the continent. So, fWhip called the Codfather over for a meeting between allies that was definitely not a coverup for a date.

And with that Jim arrived at the gate. The guards usually paid him no mind with how often he visited, which he was quite grateful for. The cod gave a polite nod to them and made his way into Eastvale, expecting to be let in without a fuss.

Until he was stopped. A (very manly, mind you) yelp came out of his mouth and he jumped as spears crossed in front of him, blocking his path.

"You are here for Count fWhip, correct?" The guard on the right asked in a thick Grimmish accent. Jimmy didn't know her name, but could recognize her from a few of his visits. This only confused him more. Shouldn't she know he's here on good terms?

Jimmy slowly nodded, confusion clear on his face. "Uhm, yeah, I'm here for our meeting. Is something wrong?"

"The Count is currently under the weather," she explained. "We are sorry for the inconvenience, but he has requested to be left alone until he has recovered." The guard returned to her post, spear held close to her side in a position that looked uncomfortably stiff. 

Oh. Jimmy tried to not look too worried as he thanked them and turned around, pulling his elytra out and strapping it on for the journey back to the Codlands. He stepped into the nether portal and took off through the barren dimension. 

fWhip was sick? That didn't sound good. Jimmy didn't even know what they had and was already worried. The man had to at least be out of it enough that morning to not think of sending a raven to the Codlands to call off the meeting, so there's no telling how much worse it could've gotten by now. Most likely they were either passed out or too delirious, Jim couldn’t tell which one he preferred. 

That's when he made up his mind: he was going to make the fWhip the best soup ever and deliver it personally, risk of infection be damned.

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Jim was sure that if anyone saw him, they'd think he looked really, really stupid. Well, a flying fish in and of itself was ridiculous, but his specific lack of grace and the precariously balanced basket in his hands probably didn't help.

He took a deep breath as he approached the tower where fWhip's bedroom resided. He was never the best flier, and had a bad reputation of crashing, but he'd been getting better at landing on fWhip's (conveniently recently extended) windowsill due to practice.

And that's why he struck a very perfect landing without smashing against any windows or making noise or anything of the sort. Not at all.

From inside the room, fWhip groaned after being woken up (due to very mysterious circumstances). They were most likely wondering who the hell was making so much noise this late, Jimmy realized. He cringed and made a mental note to apologize later.

"Pssst! fWhip!" he called out, rapping slightly on the glass. He could see the Count slightly through the gap in the curtains and smiled in greeting. 

He watched as fWhip slowly sat up and blinked in his direction, as if their sick brain was trying to process what was happening. Eventually he shakily stood up and fumbled to open the window latch. Jimmy saved himself from tumbling onto the floor and made a relatively more graceful landing. He hoped the soup was alright after all his movement. 

fWhip rubbed the exhaustion out of their eyes, swaying slightly, as if he would pass out at any moment. They looked like they could. "Jimmy? What are you doing here?"

The cod smiled softly and closed the window, setting the basket of goodies he brought on the nearest desk and lighting a candle. "I heard you were sick, so I came to visit!"

That was when he got his first good look at the Count in the dim light. He honestly looked pretty worse for wear. With his shirt unbuttoned, bra strap slipping down their shoulder, pant legs pushed up haphazardly, unkempt hair, and sunken eyes, it looked like whatever they had caught was winning.

Jimmy frowned. "Are you ok? You look awful."

fWhip at least cracked a weak smile at that. "Thanks for letting me know."

The Codfather spluttered for a bit. "You- you know that's not what I meant!"

"S'alright," the man slurred out as he dropped back down on the edge of the bed, leaning heavily against the bedpost.

Jim cleared his throat awkwardly and turned back toward the basket. "Well, I brought gifts."

That seemed to peak the redhead's interest, convincing him to open their eyes again. "Oh?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy reached into the wicker basket, pulling out a bottle of pink liquid and brandishing it proudly. "I brought a health potion for you!"

"I've already got a few of those, actually," fWhip muttered. "Uh- thank you, though," he reassured after watching Jimmy deflate a bit. Oh yeah, he kinda forgot about fWhip's "Master Alchemist" title.

"Well, I also brought some soup," he said, pulling out a covered wooden bowl and spoon.

fWhip looked even more guilty at that as he shook his head. "I'm sorry Jim, but everything I've eaten today has come back up."

The cod sat next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You still have to eat, love. It’ll help."

"I know, I just don't wanna throw up again."

Jimmy gently placed the bowl in fWhip's hands, still nice and warm. "You have to at least try to get something in your system," he lectured.

The Count frowned, but apparently didn't have the energy to argue (which was worrying, to say the least) as they opened the lid. "What kind of soup is it?"

"Chicken and rice, with a few vegetables thrown in," Jimmy supplied. He made sure it was light on the stomach, just in case, and it looked like his thoughtfulness was coming in handy.

fWhip only nodded and picked the spoon up. Their hands were shaking badly, and when they tried to pick up a spoonful, it all ended up falling out.

"Here, let me help," Jimmy offered, leaning forward and gently guiding the man’s hand. 

fWhip scoffed and pulled his hand back. "I'm not a child, Jim. I may be sick, but I can do things on my own."

"The amount of soup left in your spoon says otherwise," he countered.

Ultimately, fWhip gave up and let Jimmy help, with no lack of complaint. It was ridiculous, the Lord of Darkness having to be spoon-fed like a toddler! Jimmy just smiled bemusedly and told them to shut up and eat the soup.

It only took a bit before fWhip shook his head and groaned. "I don't think I can eat any more," they said, and Jimmy let it slide. He might be oblivious, but he could tell that the man might puke if forced.

The cod stood up and put the rest of the bowl in the small icebox fWhip kept in the corner in case of situations like this. They’d only eaten about a quarter, which wasn't a lot, but he let it go for now. Something was always better than nothing.

Jim turned back to the other man. "Would you like to lay down?"

fWhip only nodded.

It was a bit hard to do with fWhip struggling to stand upright, but eventually they got him undressed and in some proper clothes to sleep in. Jimmy helped them lie down and moved to the nightstand. On it sat a bowl of water with a small cloth, which Jimmy picked up and wrung out, moving over and laying it on fWhip's forehead. It was cold at this point, but that was probably best. He could tell the man had a fever a mile away with how much warmth they radiated, so hopefully that would help cool him down a bit.

"There, that should be you settled for the night," Jim said, leaning down and giving fWhip a peck on the cheek. "I should probably get going then."

fWhip grabbed his hand to stop him from walking off. "Stay?"

Oh, and how could he say no to that? But, of course, their lives always came back to haunt them.

Jimmy bit his lip worriedly. "What would my people think when I'm not back from a trip to the Grimlands?" They had only been on neutral terms for a year, and allies for less. The bitter taste of war still sat on everyone's tongues, and both kingdoms were still quite wary of each other.

It seemed like fWhip considered this for a moment. "Did you even tell anyone you were coming here?"

Oh. He guessed not.

fWhip could tell his answer just by the look on his face. "Exactly." He patted the spot beside them. "Now come cuddle with me," the Count whined.

The corners of Jimmy's lips turned up at the sight, but gave in and curled up at fWhip's side after undressing according. He wasn't going to get mud in the sheets! Plus, all of fWhip’s clothes didn’t fit him anyway. One disadvantage of your boyfriend being short was that you can’t steal their clothes when you stay over unprompted. 

He tried to give fWhip as much space as possible, at least for their own comfort with how hot they were, but it seemed like the redhead was having none of it. It was strange, having him this cuddly, but Jimmy would never complain about having his face pressed into the crook of fWhip's neck, arms around his waist. One advantage of your boyfriend being short, they’re perfect little spoon size. 

It didn't take long for the two to drift off afterward, and if Jimmy woke up the next morning feeling achy and feverish, then who was he to complain?

[artificial-sleep]

In honor of Spotify Wrapped coming out *this week, I present to you: each MHA character's top played.

*This thread is reposted from twt and was originally posted in December of 2022

Kicking off with Class 1-A (pt. 1)

Midoriya Izuku

GOOD GRIEF by cleopatrick

He looks all sweet and innocent, but he listens to bopping bangers. GO HARD LIL BUDDY. 

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Bakugou Katsuki

It's My Life by No Doubt

Bakugou bbygirl Katsuki listens to bitchy angsty bubblegum pop bc he's a drama king 💖💋 

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Todoroki Shouto

Devil Town by Cavetown

DRAMA. DRAMATIC. He's v angsty and takes the line abt mommy and daddy not being in love /very/ seriously. 

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Kirishima Eijirou

Thunder by Imagine Dragons

Kiri can't really remember the last time he tried to listen to new music... But this stuff? That came out while he was in middle school? SUPER manly. Pretty much all he listens to when he bench presses. 💪 

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Kaminari Denki

Give It Away by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

It's kind of... sexy? But so fun and such a funky banger. It captures his entire essence. He nods along to it, shades over his eyes w headphones in as he walks down the sidewalk. It's a vibe. 

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Sero Hanta

Beachboy by McCafferty

Some grungy garage beach punk? Hell yeah. All day.

Also, everyone has to be quiet when the second chorus comes on, so he can scream "And it is HOT❗ HOT❗ HOT❗" 😏 

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Ashido Mina

Fake I.D. by Riton

Does she look like she has time for a man that can't keep up? I don't think so. 

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Iida Tenya

Gangnam Style by PSY

Guys he can finally do the dance 😀 He's been practicing for years

(He can't. He's actually terrible at it. But no one has the heart to tell him. I mean, it's bad enough the song still means that much to him. Y'know?) 

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Uraraka Ochako

Brillo by J Balvin and ROSALÍA

I'm convinced that Ochako is a ROSALÍA fan bc how could you not be? She's such a sweetheart. Listen to that voice. 💕 But also, that sweet, angelic voice gives me Chako vibes. Just some pretty girls. 

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Jirou Kyouka

Female Energy, Part 2 by WILLOW

Of course, Jirou's staple is her grade-A taste in music. And her top played? WILLOW. A beautiful, inspiring, insightful voice, and Jirou does a jaw-dropping cover of this one.

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This thread will be continued in a new post because Tumblr only allows me to link up to 10 songs in one post :)

You can find all of the posts in this series here:

Class 1-A continued Shinsou, The BIg 3 Top Heroes and Teachers Villians, Special Requests