#so look forward to that insanity soon. im certainly not.

[micahdotgov]

[twinkletfout]

❥SET HER UP ——

✧—Woo, Rihanna

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It seems like Gojo Satoru, the most popular guy in college, is interested in getting to know you better. Man, out of everyone. It has to be the most insanely handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on so how could you reject his pretty charms?

The typical college day has turned out to be something you look forward to experiencing more each day since the day he approached you. And there he was again, standing in the corridor as you exited your final class.

At this point, you knew it wasn't just a formal, simple conversation you had with your senior. But it had escalated when days passed, he would appear out of nowhere, saying his good mornings and evenings like it was completely normal.

You had finally come to the conclusion that he was most definitely hitting on you. Yes, Gojo fucking Satoru wants to ask you out? because there wouldn't be any other way to word it.

He approached you when you came to a stop when he noticed that you spotted him. "Got any plans?" He asked casually looking down at you.

"Not really" you answered as you adjusted the bag that was hanging by your right shoulder.

"Good," he said while a grin flashed on his face.

"Why don't we grab a drink? Together?" He added a charming smile on his face when he asked you. Making you feel warm up and shy around him all at once.

The girls that have now come out from the class, have once again, noticed you with him. You could tell from their faces that they despised you just from the sight of you with Gojo. It has become a routine for you to leave the classes early so they wouldn't spot you with him.

"So what do you say?" He asked again, snapping you back to his question. You nodded before he said "Great"

Oh boy, you were so wrong, the drink you were expecting certainly wasn't this.

"You taste so good— so good, love" he whispered through each breath while he was buried between your thighs with your legs spread for him, your panties halfway down one of your ankles while you fought to sit up on the table inside the private room he booked for just the two of you.

Holding your moans as you bite down on your index finger. Not wanting the people outside the bar to hear what this man is doing to you.

His hot breath brushed your folds, getting his tongue mixed with your slick as he pleased you. He got up to meet your gaze, his cerulean eyes gleaming with desire and lust over you. "Moan as loud as you want, let me hear you," he said while smirking, his fingers tracing down your tummy and now reaching your wet cunt. Forcing you to moan his name as he rubbed your swollen clit. "Haa ngh— mm Gojo,,oo~" you gasped for air as he increased his pace.

"Oh, that's it, You're doing great, baby" he praised you, fueling up the pleasure building up inside you as his other hand played with your nipples, teasing them

"Let me know how much you need this, how much you want me inside you." he said as he thrust his thick fingers inside you, making you moan and clench and cum around his fingers as he pressed his thumb down on your clit.

"Kiss me too, sweetheart?" He zipped down his pants. Revealing his boner to spring out in front of you.

Bobbing your head, and stroking his dick all while he threw his head back clearly swept away with the way you are making him feel. "So fucking good— haa, you take it so well, baby" he started to move at his own pace now. Forcing you to take his full length down your throat. "Just like that, take it" he groaned when he felt himself about to burst soon. "Im close, close— shit, shit" he gasped for air as he came Inside your mouth, a grunt leaving him as he pulled out from your mouth.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "Open your mouth" You did as he commanded, a devilish smirk growing on his face as he was pleased seeing your mouth filled with his cum. "Swallow it" With one gulp you did what he asked you for. He chuckled seeing you obey each and every word he says.

"This was worth betting on" a whisper, a mumble you heard as you got dizzy in pleasure.

[penny-anna]

“What are you doing in my house?” he said. “Who are you?”

The man just said, once again, “What did you do to me?”

“Why are you naked?” said Emmett.

Kneeling up – into a position that put certain aspects of his anatomy into uncomfortably full view – the man spread his hands and said, “I’m always naked?”

“I,” said Emmett, breathing hard. “I’m calling the police.”

“The who?”

The man was between him and the phone. He wasn’t so big – certainly Emmett was bigger – and he clearly wasn’t armed, but the kind of maniac who’d break into someone’s house and climb into their bed in the nude wasn’t someone Emmett wanted to trifle with.

In search of some support – of the moral kind, at least – he called out to the dogs. “Einstein! C’mere –” Einstein’s furry face poked out around the couch. It struck Emmett, then, how odd it was that the commotion hadn’t got Marty’s attention. He hoped he wasn’t still out from the sedative. “Marty!” he called out.

“Yeah?” said the man on the floor.

Emmett ignored him. “Marty! Here, boy!”

“I’m right here.”

As Einstein trotted over to join them, unhelpfully unfazed by the stranger, it registered, belatedly, what the man was saying. Emmett looked down at him, still on the floor, his goods still hanging out. “What?”

“You did something to me,” said the man. “What did you do?”

“I – I didn’t do anything to you,” said Emmett. “I don’t even know who you are –”

“It’s me,” the man insisted. “It’s me, Marty – what did you do to me?”

Then, and only then, did Emmett realise what he was trying to communicate. His mouth worked, dumbfounded at the concept he was being presented with. It was absurd. It was legitimately insane. “You’ve lost your mind,” he said. “Where’s my dog? What did you do with my dog –”

“You did this to me,” the man gabbled. “Yesterday after lunch. You stuck needles into me and then you told me I was your brave boy and you let me eat a whole hotdog. Remember?”

Emmett’s mind, for an uncomfortably long moment, went blank, as he tried to make sense of it. There was no way. There was no way – but at the same time, there was no way anyone could have –

Slowly, shuffling along the rug, he stepped forward. The man stayed put kneeling upon the cold floor, watching with wide, confused eyes as Emmett approached; as he eased himself down on the floor.

It was impossible, he told himself. It was an act of madness to even countenance the idea. And yet.

Taking the young man’s unresisting face between his hands, he looked him in the eyes. His eyes were a clear, perfect blue.

“Oh, Lord,” he said, his voice shaking as the truth sank deep into his guts. “Marty?”

“Uh-huh,” said Marty.

His mouth worked in horror. “What have I done to you?”

Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Marty said, “That’s what I kept asking!”

hi guys. i had an act of madness and wrote 22k about marty being a dog that doc brown accidentally turned into a human person. its about 'haha wouldn't it be funny if a dog turned into a guy' and also 'uh oh it would be kind of messed up if a dog turned into a guy'

AND also 'what if you were doing vaguely unethical experiments on an animal and then the animal acquired the ability to reason and communicate and called you out on your behaviour, would that be fucked up or what'

im calling it 'those three words' it will come to ao3 SOON but not till after the next chapter of the justice league fic (im still working on it i prommy)

[69misato69]

kaboingle cloud anon is back. actually have you ever considered writing about a game of truth or dare haikaveh play with some akademiya classmates...

idk its been living in my head rent free ☁️☁️

HELLO IM FINALLY DONE THANK U FOR YOUR PATIENCE

alhaitham and kaveh having their first kiss over a game of truth or dare with cyno, tighnari, farbal (npc) and bahar (npc) back at the akademiya

1k, they are both underage. nothing explicit but there is a kiss at the end. cyno and tighnari are dating. enjoyyy

“Come on man, you can’t be serious.” 

Farbal chuckles, utterly delighted to watch the bottle land on Kaveh for the sixth time, “Someone’s mad.”

Kaveh shifts forward and reaches for the bottle, examining it closely, “Did you rig it or something? How is this even possible?” 

“Hey, hands off.” Bahar slaps his hand away. 

“The bottle has decided.” Cyno says dramatically. 

“Ugh, you guys are the worst.” 

Farbal waves his hand in the air and reels everyone in, “Alright, settle down everyone. Kaveh, truth or dare?”

Kaveh stares at the bottle. It’s likely that the game is going to end this round, or the one after it at worst. He has chosen truth for four consecutive rounds, which means this is the last one before he has to pick dare according to the rules. 

It’s possible that the bottle lands on him after this, but Kaveh is willing to take that chance.

“Truth.” he crosses his arms. 

Tighnari scoffs and mutters “Coward.” under his breath.

“Okay. Let’s… talk about the Akademiya, shall we?”

Farbal looks too comfortable. Too giddy. He’s plotting something, but Kaveh can’t quite put his finger on it. 

“Depends on where you’re going with this.” he raises one brow. 

“Now, three years is a long time. We’ve all taken a liking to someone at some point.” Farbal pauses, “Well, maybe not always publicly.”

Kaveh can feel all eyes on himself.

“Care to share your crush with us?”

“I don’t like anyone.” he brushes it off, trying his best not to turn red all over. 

“Ah. You know that lying still warrants the same punishment as passing on the question.” Farbal reminds him. 

The punishment in question is that the person passing on the request has to do the other’s school work for an entire week. Farbal has just returned from a project in the desert with a terrifying amount of data. 

Not to even mention how half of his classes are ones that Kaveh doesn’t even take. Which means it’s impossible for him to organize all that input and write out even a semi-cohesive report.

He’s cornered. 

“I’m not lying.” 

Kaveh has to commit to the bit. 

All heads turn to Cyno to serve as the lie detector. Well, you don’t need an expert to tell that Kaveh is lying, but Cyno is the only one that knows about how much he likes Alhaitham. 

He sees Kaveh’s eyes light up whenever they run into him in the building, he listens to Kaveh go on and on about how much Alhaitham drives him insane, how Kaveh wants to punch him in the face sometimes.

Despite all that, Cyno also catches him doodle Alhaitham on the corner of his notebooks without even realizing. 

“He’s telling the truth.” 

Kaveh holds back a relieved sigh, thanking Cyno silently with the look on his face. 

“I see. Let’s carry on.” 

Farbal doesn’t put up a fight and the bottle spins again. This time it lands on Tighnari and Alhaitham. 

Tighnari sinks deeper into Cyno’s arms, yawning with eyes that are barely staying open. 

“Truth or dare, Haytham?”

Bahar checks her notes, “He had five truths in a row.”

Tighnari suddenly leans forward, rubbing his hands together, “Oh? Wonderful.” 

“Finish him.” Farbal chuckles. 

Alhaitham clears his throat, “Need I remind you how I assisted you in the lab all week?”

Tighnari hums and places one hand on his chin. It’s certainly odd to everyone else how Tighnari is able to get him to help out since Alhaitham always flees the building as soon as his own classes are done for the day. 

“That’s right, you’ve been a big help. Thank you so much, Haytham. Now, I dare you to kiss Kaveh.” he says monotonously. 

“You what?!” Kaveh gasps. 

Alhaitham’s eyes widen, “Excuse me?”

“Well. You can say no, you know.” 

“Kiss him where?”

“On the cheek.” 

“Nari!” Cyno protests as Farbal and Bahar point at their own lips to change his mind. 

“Hey, come on guys. He did help me all week.”

“You can surrender with no punishment if Kaveh doesn’t want to. But other than that…” Farbal smirks. 

Kaveh scoffs, “Fine, just get it over with.” 

Alhaitham pauses for a moment and the room falls silent. Kaveh feels like an idiot. 

Just get it over with? Ugh. Maybe he was just going to accept the punishment. Why would he want to kiss you, anyways? Besides, even if he did—

Before Kaveh can sneak another thought in, he feels a warm breath on his face, then a set of lips that press to his skin. 

He freezes up. It’s simultaneously the longest and shortest moment he has ever experienced. The crowd cheers through his ringing ears, laughter and whistles fill the room. 

Kaveh has a hard time processing it. Everyone quiets down, the group discusses whether they should sleep or keep going, but Kaveh can’t seem to snap back to reality until everyone departs and they’re the only ones left in the room. 

“Are you okay?” Alhaitham asks as they sit on the floor, side by side. 

Kaveh knows he can’t look at him without his cheeks turning deep red. 

“You—kissed me.”

It sounds less like a statement and more like a question, as if he wants to make sure that it actually happened. 

“Yes.” Alhaitham confirms, “Did it make you uncomfortable? You seem a bit—”

“Can you do it again?” Kaveh blurts out, almost involuntarily. 

Alhaitham’s brows raise. 

“Sure.”

“Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Only if you want to.”

Alhaitham scoots closer until their legs touch.

“I do.” 

He sounds weaker than usual. Warmer. 

This time, he cups Kaveh’s right cheek gently and places a kiss on his left. 

Then, another one. Lower, this time. Kaveh holds his breath as Alhaitham’s nose brushes against his skin. He doesn’t talk or move, just sitting there with soft lips traveling over his skin. 

Alhaitham kisses the corner of his mouth and pulls away slightly to find Kaveh staring at him through half-lidded eyes. 

He leans in again. Only a breath away. 

Their foreheads touch, Kaveh entangles Alhaitham’s fingers with his own with his heart racing. 

Then, eventually — Alhaitham closes the gap between their lips.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

the collection of writing you have on your masterlists is, for one, a lot, and i spent a decent chunk of my free time today reading it. it's so impressive the amount of amazing work you have put out in the years this blog has been up. like, i genuinely love your writing, it's so distinctive. if someone gave me some of it to read out of context im sure i'd be able to tell it was you. ive only been here for a year and a bit but honestly your creativity and talent still have me like :0 sending love and motivation for the next part of 'You can('t) teach and old dog new tricks', and also just in general. 💕

Archie-!

Jesus fucking Christ, you're so sweet! My teeth are rotting!

I am going to treasure the idea that my writing is distinctive forever. I feel like my writing has changed so, so much that it's the stylistic equivalent of throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks or not, lmao.

Thank you so much for the motivation! I'm certainly working away at You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks with lots of ✨️motivation✨️. I can't wait for their whole story to be written and out there for consumption.

That and I'm missing writing on Tumblr so much! It hasn't been that long since I've done anything, but it really feels like it. I've been insanely busy with college lately, and the horny energy has been going to my series rather than individual one-offs on here. Soon, though, hopefully. I am looking forward to winter break. Soon.

[sharpen-your-hatchet]

Old Wounds - Wenclair fanfic, chapter 13

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.)  

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Teens & Up (subject to change in future)

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Date. 

Date.

D a t e. 

A simple yet powerful word; the word now stuck in Wednesday’s head. Thirty minutes have passed since the phone call with her mother ended, and she finds herself sitting, staring at the ceiling. She should be getting ready… but she’s stuck. Just thinking - Thinking about that ridiculous word. 

Date. 

She and Enid are meeting up. That much is true, but it is NOT a date. It can’t be. They are friends… and barely so, at that. Wednesday cannot even begin to consider anything more than a friendship at this point regardless. It has been a long and painful road to get to where she is and she is already exhausted from navigating it. There are hurdles she has jumped in the last week that she has not approached in years and frankly, it has been quite enough. She is content in approaching this friendship and thinks it silly - nay, insane - to carelessly toss out the word ‘date’ as if it’s just another goal to aspire to. Rest assured, it is not a goal of hers. 

Date. Pfft. 

Wednesday thinks her mother is cruel for putting such a thought into her head. Which is fitting, to be fair. Love and cruelty may as well be one and the same with her family, but this does little to settle the growing frustration at her Mother’s words. Is the constant reminder of her intentions to remain alone not enough? 

Wednesday huffs out a small sigh. 

“This is pointless.” She mumbles to herself. 

And it’s true. Just because they are her mother’s words, does not allow them freedom to writhe under her skin like parasites. It is time for her to ignore it; move forward. 

Wednesday pulls herself from the floor. She traipses around, stringing together an outfit. Her and Enid’s meeting place is a sushi restaurant - Nothing fancy, but certainly more formal than Wednesday’s regular coffee bar. As such, she smartens up a little; redoes her braids, and reapplies her makeup. Casually, of course. Wednesday simply wishes to look presentable; as an Addams, she is always aware of not being underdressed. 

And to reiterate (once again!): It is not a date, and she’s going to stop thinking about it. Wednesday doesn’t want it to be a date, anyway. Courting another person is an old fashioned patriarchal tradition and Wednesday wishes - more than anything - to be as far from such traditions as possible. 

And it is not because it’s Enid. Enid is, by all accounts, an objectively good person. She would perhaps make a good match for anyone - Well, someone who is looking to date, that is. Which Wednesday is not. 

Enid is strong willed, intelligent, and attractive. She will find someone to date in this miserable city soon. Pretty girls like her always find someone to date: no doubt some instagram famous influencer with a million brainless followers. It’s wretched to think about. 

Wednesday blinks back her disgust at the imagery in her head. Enid being the living embodiment of a golden retriever is quite enough; Wednesday cannot stand the thought of another one by her side… 

She glances at herself in the mirror. 

Pale, perfectly symmetrical hair, and not a touch of makeup out of place.

She looks half dead. Like an embalmed corpse prepared for presentation. 

Perfect. 

And as if on cue, a text message pings through to her phone.

‘Hey Wends, im just finishing work! Will b there in 20 mins :)’ 

Wednesday types back a quick reply. 

‘Thank you for the update. I shall prepare to leave.’ 

Wednesday takes one last look in the mirror. Dropping her neutral expression into her signature scowl, she gives a small nod of approval: She’s ready. 

Now, the walk to the restaurant takes approximately 16 minutes by foot. When accounting for her higher than average walk speed, Wednesday knows that means 13 & ½ minutes, so she leaves her apartment promptly to make good time. Her Addams’ family values once again assist her, knowing full well that arriving early is good etiquette. 

The journey itself is uneventful. It’s late and also a weekday so the general day-to-day commuters have long since gone home, meaning the streets are quiet…well, as quiet as New York gets, anyway. Wednesday is glad for it. She finds the crowds excessive. 

Despite the lower foot traffic, Wednesday still gets a chance to play her usual game - picking out faces, envisioning their violent deaths, or tragic backstory for later use in her book. It is a welcome distraction to keep her thoughts from wavering back to the in-depth analysis it had previously stuck itself on. 

Wednesday, in fact, barely registers the distance she’s walked until her feet find themselves coming to a stop outside the buzzing neon sign of the restaurant. 

She pauses, exiting her thoughtful trance. She checks her phone and true to form, 13 & ½ minutes have passed. Perfectly executed. 

She looks around and Enid is nowhere to be seen, so Wednesday takes initiative and heads inside to get a table. 

Once sat, Wednesday notes that the restaurant seems purposefully chosen. It is not excessively bright nor busy - There’s a few quiet patrons scattering the various tables, but they blend into the subtle decor. Wednesday is able to order a drink whilst she waits without any excessive conversation, and as she sips, she feels an appreciation for Enid’s evident care put into her choice of meeting place. 

There’s a subtle warmth in Wednesday’s chest as she considers the effort. Whilst it is a strange feeling, Wednesday is quick to remind herself that this is an effect of friendship. She must grow accustomed to it. 

Enid arrives moments later. She strides into the restaurant looking somewhat weary from what the day has served her, but is still cheery nonetheless. She smiles sweetly at Wednesday and sits down with a relieved sigh. Wednesday does not return the smile. Although, her gaze softens slightly, which may as well be the same thing. 

“Hey Wends,” Enid greets, “I’m so glad I asked you to meet me here, I am starving.”  

“Hello Enid,” Wednesday replies, “Did you have a busy day?” 

It is a thoughtful question; a gentle enquiry into Enid’s day. Though this may seem simple to most, to Wednesday it is perhaps one of the biggest things she has had to re-learn when it comes to caring about another person. It is not enough to simply acknowledge that caring - it must be expressed. Supposedly, most people enjoy being asked about their day. 

Of course, it doesn’t come naturally to Wednesday at all so her tone is stilted, but she has asked all the same. 

Enid notices immediately, and her smile has a hint of something extra that Wednesday cannot discern… she is impressed, perhaps? Wednesday is not sure, but the expression doesn’t seem bad by any means. 

“Yeah it was pretty crazy,” Enid hums, “And y’know, it’s nearly the full moon, so I’m just hungry all the time.”

The conversation doesn’t proceed much further as they are promptly approached by a waitress. The two deliberate their food options briefly before deciding on a platter between them, with some individual side dishes. Whilst Wednesday would not typically choose to share food,  she can only guess it’s more normal for friends to do such things, so she pushes back the minor discomfort. She would not be caught dead doing this for anyone else. 

As the waitress walks away, Enid offers Wednesday an empathetic look. 

“I can tell what you’re doing.” She says knowingly. 

Wednesday’s glances down to stare at the table. Looks like the honesty begins now. That familiar tightness in her chest makes an appearance again - A stark reminder of how she will continue to fight her nature when it comes to sharing her more emotional-leaning thoughts… but she hasn’t spent the last 6 days or so figuring things out for nothing. So she will continue, despite it all. 

“I am attempting to ‘make an effort’.” Wednesday states, “Our conversations over text have been quite informative. Though I neglect to express my inner-most thoughts about it, I would like to succeed in being a good friend this time.” 

Enid breaks out into a smile again. She is shaking her head slightly, as in disbelief.

“I appreciate it… but it’s weird for real, like, who are you and what have you done with Wednesday?” She jokes.  

Wednesday’s expression drops into a death glare. 

“Tell anyone, and I’ll kill you in your sleep.” 

Enid smirks. 

“You got it” She hums. 

There’s a moment of eye contact as Enid - without thinking - places her hand on Wednesday’s. It is a simple affectionate gesture that holds some implication of “your secret is safe with me.” Frankly, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for someone like her…but it is not something Wednesday is able to welcome, let alone reciprocate. It’s too much; too soon. 

Wednesday snatches her hand away; Enid’s eyes bulge in realisation. She blushes furiously, anxiously pulling her hand back to her side of the table.

“Shit- Ah. Right. Not a touchy person. Sorry.” She mumbles. 

Wednesday holds onto the bubble of irritation that follows the interaction. She breathes out a tense breath, steadying herself. She will not snap at her. It isn’t fair if she does - after all,  Enid has been more than patient with her. 

“It was a mistake.” Wednesday acknowledges, “We are still adjusting.” 

Enid visibly relaxes, and her smile creeps back onto her face, albeit shyly. 

“You’re right.” 

There’s a moment of quiet. The waitress brings over Enid’s drink, whilst Wednesday nurses her own. Despite the silence, it is comfortable, as they bathe in the ambience of their surroundings. 

Wednesday admits to herself that it is actually quite pleasant. It seems their communication over the last few days has built a solid foundation between her and Enid - and now, neither of them are scrambling as they had been prior.  

As Enid swallows a mouthful of her drink, she makes a small ‘hmph!’ noise to grab Wednesday’s attention. 

“Y’know, I just realised…I’ve never told you about my job, have I?” Enid asks, frowning slightly in thought. 

Wednesday scowls herself and realises that - in fact - Enid has not. It’s quite strange, come to think of it. 

“You have not,” Wednesday confirms, “It is a line of conversation that has escaped us both it seems.” 

Enid hums amusedly. She takes another sip of her drink, eyeing Wednesday thoughtfully as she considers her words.

“I’m a journalist.” Enid says with a proud smile, “Entry level so far…but, it’s going well.”  

Wednesday’s expression softens. Though she will not smile for anyone, she finds herself reasonably glad to hear Enid is not stuck in some dreary dead-end office job or soul crushing retail position. Such careers are beneath her. Journalism suits Enid, if her incessant gossip blog from their teens years is anything to go off. 

“It’s kinda funny actually, how we both followed our passions from school.” Enid adds. 

“It is to our advantage. Not many figure out their lives so early.” Wednesday muses. 

Enid agrees with a hum. 

Their food then arrives moments later. Convenient timing, as it provides Wednesday a moment to assess the situation so far. It’s going well, she thinks, better than she could’ve expected. She had thought it would be a more tense and awkward atmosphere due to her own difficulties but - yet again - Enid comfortably fits against her jagged edges. Though, Wednesday will give herself credit for making a conscious effort to file those edges down. 

As they eat, the conversation continues, and it flows unlike any conversation Wednesday has held in years. It is not flawless; there are moments of pauses; of uncertain social cues and macabre deadpan that doesn’t land quite right…but, it flows nonetheless. It is as though it shouldn’t work, but it does. Enid holds Wednesday’s attention with her grin, laughing and smirking along, occasionally teasing Wednesday’s nature - And Wednesday returns with her own version of enthusiasm: killer glares, murderous snark, and just occasionally a softened gaze or two. 

Now, it cannot be overstated that ‘natural’ is the incorrect word for these interactions. They are still constructed and carefully weighed, at least on Wednesday’s behalf… but she will quietly admit that by Enid’s virtue, it is becoming increasingly easier to handle as time progresses. 

As such - They eat. They talk.

And it feels perfectly fine. 

In fact, over two hours pass in the blink of an eye. Enid is midway through an anecdote when they are approached by the staff who regretfully announce they are closing for the evening. 

Enid glances down at their long-since finished food and drinks. She pulls out her phone and gawks at the time, blushing slightly. Wednesday scowls but thinks better of questioning it. Having a look at her own phone, she suddenly understands - The time is fast approaching midnight. 

“I guess time got away from us!” Enid laughs, “Can’t believe it’s been nearly two and a half hours.” 

“It is strange to lose track of time like this.” Wednesday says, “This usually only happens to me during tasks I enjoy such as my writing sessions, or my occasional visits to lay in a morgue cold room.” 

Enid grins. 

“You realise you just admitted to enjoying my company, right?” 

Wednesday glares at Enid blankly.

She blinks once, then twice. 

Well shit, she kinda did.

“Your company tonight has not been torturous.” Wednesday states. 

It is the most she’ll give for now. It is the most she can give. Fortunately, Enid seems to understand and she doesn’t press further, simply moving onto paying the bill and making sure they can vacate the restaurant ASAP to avoid further inconveniencing the staff. 

As they walk back to the apartment block, there is another comfortable silence. There’s occasional interjections: small stories of Enid’s new experiences of the city, and Wednesday’s gruesome trivia about which alleyways have recently had stabbings.

Wednesday also offers information on safe routes for Enid to take during her werewolf outings, and though Wednesday considers it just wise tidbits of knowledge, Enid’s gentle smile as she listens tells Wednesday that she has likely done something thoughtful without realising. 

And what a peculiar realisation it is.  That strange warmth in her chest returns for a moment, but it is fleeting. Wednesday barely even gets to acknowledge it, as it disappears upon their arrival to the apartment block a few minutes later. 

She and Enid walk upstairs together. 

“Well, it’s been great hanging out again,” Enid says cheerfully, lingering on the bottom step that leads up to her level,  “I think it went well.” 

Wednesday nods. 

“I agree. It was a marked improvement over our last in-person interaction” 

Enid lets out a slight chuckle. She lingers for a moment, looking down at Wednesday with a thoughtful look. Though Wednesday cannot be certain, she swears Enid’s gaze drops even further but it happens so quickly that it may have simply been a blink and trick of the light. 

It is probably nothing, she decides. 

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Enid hums as she begins to slowly traipse up the steps. 

“Of course.” Wednesday replies. 

And with that, Enid disappears up the stairwell. 

Wednesday wordlessly returns to her apartment. She steps inside the pitch black interior, sighing with relief as the cold air hits her skin. Despite the less-than-terrible time she’s had over the last few hours, it is always a welcome moment to be back home, so she can detox from the colourful outside world. 

Wednesday makes no hesitance in changing out of her outfit and settling onto the couch for some light reading before bed - She’s recently found great interest in a book about torture methods from the medieval era, finding it to be the perfect relaxing read after a busy day. 

Unexpectedly, her phone buzzes with an incoming message. 

Considering she and Enid just bid farewell, it seems strange for a text so soon. Perhaps this is just a normal friendship thing that she has forgotten about? Regardless, she grabs her phone from the coffee table and takes a look. 

‘Just wanna say thank u for tonight. You rlly tried and I appreciate it.’ 

Wednesday stares at the text. 

She feels her chest tighten.

And because of that oh-so strange recurring feeling, she neglects to notice the tiniest curve of a smile that suddenly plays on her lips. 

[starjxsung]

Missing you all the time <333 We're all here for you Star - I can't imagine what it's like to go through something like that - please be kind to yourself as you recover and know that it's not your fault !! and even if things don't seem to be getting better or it's going slow, be patient with yourself and remember that we all love you so much regardless of how you feel youre doing and want you to take all the time you need <3 It really does suck that vile people exist and I pray that you stay safe <333 How is the rest of life? Work? Hobbies? Cat??? As for me... SUMMER YAAAAA and yesss making BANK!!! I have a bit of time off before the speech arts academy opens for summer and I'll be working two weeks full time in July!!! More money!!! (I need it cause I'm saving up for my first tattoos!!! I have enough saved up ... but like, it's always nice to have more money for security ... esp as a uni student...) and YES hehe South Africa... I had so much fun learning and birding and ID plants and collecting data - my prof is amazing and said I was one of the best students despite being the youngest hehe (a total ego boost) and im hoping to go back in the future with his support to do research on scholarship!!! and the hook up was certainly unexpected... it was mostly based on a deep emotional connection and being similar people despite having vastly different life experiences if that makes sense (but also, he's hot like 6ft and like alsjdfkjd idk how i managed to pull him but as he said himself... I got that 'tism rizz 😎). we probably wont be entering anything committed and probably reeling things back to a close friendship b/c our lives are pretty different. BUT hes a great person and im really glad I met him. (we're having a studio ghibli day this week!) WAHHH STAR ILY SOOOO MUCH thank YOU for being there and being such a light ✨🌟💖 I will continue to pop in every so often - however, summer is looking HECTIC with work and family trips... BUT I WILL UPDATE YOUUUUU!!! Please take care ily ily 💕💕💕 🌱

I love you I love you I am making mental note of your words and keeping them in all 4 chambers of my heart foreverrrrr 💓🤞👼

LIFE IS GOOD….. work has been insaaaaanely busy for me these past few weeks and I’m literally so exhausted I can barely even stay awake on my phone sometimes. so I either crash super early or stay up until like 5am. there’s no in between (it’s literally 5am right now RAHHH) hobbies are good TOO (spoiler alert it’s writing) and my cat is doing better than ever (just as spoiled and insane as ever) so things are feeling a little more back to normal !!! now that I’m back at my apartment I’m w my kpop stuff again and my family and everything feels good <3 I’m so excited to publish stuff again soon and get on main blog at some point

MY GOSHHHH YOUR SUMMER SOUNDS SO BUSY I AM SO EXCITED FOR U THO…… where are you working in July??? I hope it all goes well also UR FIRST TATTOOOOOOOS GASP I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE THEM EVENTUALLY

I’m so so so glad South Africa was so memorable and productive!! It sounds like you got so much done (in more ways than one LMAO) and I’m manifesting so hard you can go back for research on scholarship!!!! not surprised at all that you were the best student bc ofc you were. you lil smartie 🤓💓

Ahhhh I’m glad you guys seem to be going about it in such a healthy way!! It’s not easy to admit when you’re on a different path from somebody you’re super into but it sounds like you guys have great communication with each other and I’m glad you’re staying good friends 🫶 also studio ghibli day YESSSSSS I love all the ghibli themed dates in the summertime like it’s the most wholesome sneaky link activity out there

I LOVE YOU SOOOO SOSOSO MUCH I LOOK FORWARD TO MY UPDATES WHENEVER YOU CAN PROVIDE THEM RAHHH I LOVE YOU SWEET ANGEL 🤞💘💞🫶💓👼 take care of yourself !!!!!!!!!

[furryprovocateur]

used all the boosters you get from transfer data sans the body ring on eliwood! it appears i misspoke earlier and you do NOT get speedwings (which makes sense, i thought i just inexplicably lost a speedwings in the HNM run but it just never existed). the good news is that eliwood is now mostly usable because he has pretty good tanking abilities (thanks to the angelic robe mostly) and C Hector, and the rapier is helping him cut corners on kills. the thing is gonna break soon but i'm praying eliwood will stop getting the shittiest level ups on earth. that said, please refer to the post before this and look at how exceptionally shitty the level ups i've gotten with him are. i had to RNG manipulate a level up on him to get skill speed luck and defense, but otherwise all his level ups have been like 2 stats max. god. i have never been so fucking trolled by this game.

speaking of RNG manipulation, i RNG advanced until i was able to get bartre two good level ups in a row. he's now level 6 with 6 speed, which is frankly fucking nuts considering his growth is dogshit and he starts with like half that. autism be damned im gonna fucking abuse the RNG

i decided to keep the silver card because after all this obscene levels of malding i've done i deserve a little treat. i can't help but feel like transfer bonuses make the run a little cheat-y, but considering how hardcore shafted i'm getting (i've missed so many fucking 85+% hits, you have no fucking idea), idc anymore. besides, the game has glitched requirements for HM exclusive chapters so this feels better once you soften the blow like that.

fuck erk. i'm almost certainly only going to use him for potshots and getting experience. the LHM guide kept him squarely at level 1 so actively using him is gonna be like. impossible unless he gets insanely good levels (he won't. he never does.)

started the chapter with 4 stars in combat, ended it with 5. gonna hopefully keep that momentum and never see it dip, though combat is such a nonfactor of a rank tbh.

not looking forward to talons alight, in HNM sealen was a huge cunt to me, expecting the same level of difficulty if not worse. i'm also a little sad that my tactics rank is gonna take another huge hit; i was honestly doing pretty damn well turn counts so far (obviously the hit is out of my control so i'm not too bothered about it).

[almxndrekitou]

hmhm

since this is my little garden filled with plants made of my vents and random thoughts i will talk now

ahem ahem

life has never been like this

life has never felt so distant and so close

i cant smudge off a certain watermelon flavored kiss and some sweaty handholding

i certainly can’t smudge off the pain of knowing there is possibly no security to my future

i cant erase the look on his face as he spoke to me about it all

it never felt like this

i feel so alive and so whimsically numb at the same time

my mind has started feeling like the entirety of the universe

i want to hold him close to my heart,

i miss him. i don’t know how much more i can take.

i wish i could i could do a job, earn money, feel good about myself, feel like im a valuable piece to this capitalist world 

it all still feels like a fever dream, it feels like im in a deep sleep, perhaps im near the end of my existence and my delusions only have gotten worse since

because, how could any of this ever be happening?

it cant be true

it shouldnt be the reality of the situation no

maybe my denial only increases the intensity of it 

and when im feeling like this i normally imagine his hand caressing my skin, it used to be so selfish before but now.

now it feels like his heart only beats for me and it sounds so narcissistic i hate it

but youd believe me if youd hear how fast his heart ran when i kissed his palm

i feel so overwhelmed

and all i can do is push myself to go forward and never look back because yesterday’s locked in yesterday and i have only today, i want to make the most of it

hold onto every moment

selfishly try to contain it all like sand in my palms

its so... weird

i dont know

im too young i think

i have experienced nothing

especially my childhood, i want the sweet days back 

but where do i find them?

i feel horribly lost 

and unstable

i promise ill get therapy as soon as this all gets better

and

i dont know

but

i like him a lot

and its him i like, not his company or hand or his warmth

i like him

way too much

why does he have to be so considerate all the time?

like jesus im not even that great why do you even want me

and he said to me that he doesnt care about any of that, he said that he wants my chaos

i wonder why

i wonder what he really likes in me

maybe my persistence

i keep coming back and i keep asking things that barely bother me

and maybe he likes some part of it

i cant even look him in the eyes sometimes, i feel all of my thoughts when i do

its kinda insane yeah

and 

i feel so cosmic when i touch his scars and his bandages

suddenly all i feel is love and i want to hug him all the time

but thats not possible so im hugging a giant bear plushie

which is practically the same thing except i miss his yapping that i kinda like a lot

but seriously though, i have no one to talk to about stuff like this, mainly because everyone would reply with some sort of emotion that ill end up correlating it to the topic which i dont like doing but it happens subconsciously and ewwdhwdd

anyways so i was saying

sometimes or most of the time i like going on and on and on about things i like and no one listens, everyone reciprocates

he doesnt though

he just giggles with me and listens so well, he just stares at me and listens to me going on and on and on for hours about something

he cares for some reason

why does he do that

i hate him

fucking loser

i wanna kiss him on the mouth lol

[tparker48]

"Your task is simple noobie, sneak into our opponent's team and get intel on who to look out for. And do not get caught, we won't be able to reach you in there" his captain said.

"Understood, I'll be in and out before you know it" the tiny would crawl underneath the gap of locker room doors as he walking into the area. The tiles slightly pale as the air smelled of old sweat. Carefully, he made his way toward one of the lockers as he climbed the hole along the panel to the top. Thankfully he picked one that wasn't too noisy as his shoes hit latched on the ends.

He climbed all the way to the top as he perched himself upon an edge as he heard the doors begin to open. Each of the players would shift themselves into the area the sound of cleats and banging shoulder pads came closer. As they came into view, the little would duck a little as he readied his camera.

"Man was that an interesting skrim match. I swear that shoulder nearly knock me off my feet"

"Heh, you that heavy dude. You're almost light as a feather. But speaking of feet, mine are nearly killing me with that running we've been doing"

"Man, they must be really packin this year" the little guy said holding his camera. listening amongst the crowd of players as each conversed with one another. At the same time, he would begin to take pictures from his phone as he scanned and snapped each number and player they see. But there was a particularly bunch that caught his attention the sound of ruckus echoed through the lockers. A hoard of players would begin to swarm the locker doors as each got ready to change from there gear.

"Good work boys, freshen up and get ready for the game tomorrow. And sure to plenty of rest" the coach said among them. The little guy tried to take a picture of him, but sea of players would keep him out of frame before losing him. But a sudden ruckus would soon to turn up below him as the two players were caught in an argument.

"Next time you decide to catch the ball 27, make sure you can actually catch" he heard from below. He held his camera over the edge as he took pictures at the two.

"Get off my case 60! You're the one who threw it too far"

"Not my fault you can't catch think faster than you. Psh, might as well stick to line"

"Ooo note, players 27 and 60 have no coordination. This'll be usueful for tomorrow" the little guy said.

"I'll show you who should stick to line back" one of the players would tackle into the other as they were sent into the locker. Its startled the little guy at first as he continued taking pictures. At that point, the commotion would be to get attraction as the other players would start to gather around.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" They echoed through the locker room.

"Ooo ho ho, now this this is some useful info. Just let them go at take picture and numbers. Simpl-"

"Hey 26! Brace yourself!" Number 60 would go in for a tackle as the both the players crashed into the locker. The force behind it would shake the frame as it distorted the little guy's balance. Before he could get his footing back, he fell of the lockers as he tumbled to the ground

"Please land somewhere soft! Please land somewhere soft!" The little yelled as he fell to the ground. His vision constantly turning before becoming dark with a white surface in front of him. He blinked his eyes for a moment as he slowly got up and looked at the surface. A cushioned pad would be underneath him as he gave a deep sigh of relief. He soon began to stand back to his feet as the as it went to get off and pat himself down. "Oh Thank goodness,for a second there i thought i was gonna land somewhere wor-..." standing on the bench, the little guy started to look up as pillars of players towered around the table. Each of them peering down at the little guy standing in the center of the table.

"What's a little guy doing in here?"

"I don't know, but he picked the place to snoop around. Probably stealing something".

"Let me at em, i'll show him something he can snoop into"

"Eheh, now now guys. Let's not be too hasty. I um...i can explain" the little guy says backing into the pad. The players getting even more closer to the table.

"Now now boys, that's no way to treat a little. Allow me.." The team captain would push a few players aside as the he stood at the front of the table. Moving himself a little closer as his hair blocked the light overhead. "Apologies for them, they tend to get a little roudy when they see someone smaller than them. What's brings you here little one? Never seen someone the of football around here"

"I-I....**ahem** im simply passing through. Heard some commmotion and...decided to look into it. Didn't want to cause any attention"

"Cause the attention huh? Well you certainly are beyond that point" the team captain soon saw a glare from his vision as he looked to the little camera in the pile. The little guy froze for a bit as two finger rose over head a picked it up. "Hmph! Passing through huh? Looks to me like you were taking pictures" he eyed the camera for a bit before seeing a symbol from another university. "Ah i see, so the they're snooping on us huh? We got ourselves a spy boys!" The team captain held up the camera into the air as many squinted at it, but their gaze soon turned downward as the furrowed their look down at the little guy.

"W-what no! I wasn't spying at all. Just hear me out-"

"Sorry little one, evidence spells clear as day. So the other team wasn't to know more about us huh? Heh, well then lets give them what they ask for. Boys? Form a line" with an echoed chuckle, the would line themselves, behind the captain as he stood in front of the table.

"Gah!" The little guy would try and hop off the table, but a thumb would rest on his legs.

"Ah ah ah, can't have you running off just yet. And to make sure you don't" the captain would pull out a patch of tape as he laid it across the little guy's legs.

"Hey! Wha-what are you doing!"

Giving you the info you wanted" the captain would turn his back towards the little guy on table as he unfastened his pants. Pulling them down, his round glutes would stick out partially as he hover the crack over.

"Th-this is insane, what if your coach comes back and sees you doing this?" The little would pry at the tape, but he wasn't able to get a good hold.

"The coach's gone for today, which means its just you and us. And we hehe, have a very special gift for your data" the captain would soon drop to the table as his ass planted ontop of the little guy. He felt his cheeks spread a little as the sound of little muffles echoed from underneath.

The little guy's world would be dark, but the warm smell still remained as he pushed his hands between the ass crack. With each push, he could feel the hairs along the cracks length and in between it, the hole clenching at him as he bucked against it. "Hey! This isn't funny, get...off of me!".

"Sure thing. But first, your gift" as the captain sat down firmly onto the table, he would soon begin to spread his left cheek away from the other as the wall of ass planted ontop of the little guy. The sound of churning echoed above him before the hole he pushed against began to open up, before the little knew it, a warm scent escaped from inside as his nose scrunched at the smell of it.

"There go, fresh data just for you. I hope you like it"

"Augh! Come on, seriously. Get off me alrea-" before the little could finish, a rush of hot air burst into him as the smell followed behind it. The captain would feel the seat begin to warm as he chuckled to himself. Feeling the little hands underneath pounding against his. Ass as released another one. At that point, the little guy's eyes would begin to water as a second rush of air blew into him.

About a few more seconds passed before the captain began to stand back up. But not before rubbing his ass in place as the sound of grunts sounded underneath. "Aah, now i feel much better. Been holding that in since practice".

"You...are a bastard you know!" The little guy coughed.

"Heh, such harsh little words for a squirt. I do hope a little gas didn't get the better of you"

"Peh, hardly"

"Good, cause the rest of the of the team want to give you some data too" the two of them looked to the other players as they looked at the little guy with eager anticipation. "He's all yours boys. Oh and, do be sure to drop him off at the other team's place".

"With pleasure" one of the players behind him said as he stood forward. Peering down at the little as the captain went out. His shadow casted over the little guy as a little smirk came across his face.

"Ehehe..please rethink about this" the little said sweating.

"Oh i've thought of it alright" the player would seperate his legs apart as he moved them along the length of the table until his ass hovered over the little guy's head. Pulling his pants down, he spread both cheeks apart as he as aligned it with his face. "I'd hold your breath if I were you" as the player said that, his ass would move closer as the area darkened. As it sat to the table, it would plant down on his shoulders. Leaving his face to be in the center as his hole winked against his cheeks. "Unlike the captain, i like to have things much close and personal against my hole"

The little guy would feel the force of his hole mush into him as its wrinkled skin still had a little sweat in between. He tried kicking his legs from behind to get his attention, but he only received a firm press from the hole above as it slowly moved in place. As it did, the hole would begin to open up as the as a fart came out in firm bursts. The hole clamping back onto to his face each time as the farts ringed through his ears.

"Grgh! Stop it already!"

"Sorry squirt, i ain't stoppin til every bubble inside me is out and blown into you" the player sat down a little more as the hole covered over the side of the little guy's face "so sit tight". Mire churns would echo from inside him as the table once again started to feel warm. The warm smell following behind as it resonated strongly underneath him.

Another few seconds passed as the players farts soon stopped. As it started to get up, he poked a finger against the back of the little guy's head as he felt him slide off against it. "Thanks for the release squirt".

"Hah....hah...please, no more farts for lord sakes"

"Quit your whining but mat, you got the rest of us to tend to" a bigger players would step into the light as the towered over head. He also spread his ass apart as he hovered overhead. "Now just keep your head juust like that for.." As the the big player casted overhead, the little guys vision would soon go dark.

An hour later:

The other team would just now be finishing up practice as each went to change there gear. Some of them talking amongst each other while others went and trained a bit more. Suddenly, they heard a flurry of knocks on the enterance of the locker as a shadow showed up before disappearing.

"Hmm, wonder who that could be" one the players went to go open the open, but found no one outside. The only thing standing there was as small twisting jar. "Hmm, there's a note" bringing it inside, he read it to the other players as the sound stared puzzled at it. "Here is your data. Be sure to get it cleaned up. Winky face? The hell does that mean?" As the player said, they soon heard loud bangs coming from the jar as the one them slowly went to open it. Untwisting the lid, they were all met with a foul smell as a jock would stored inside. Along with the little guy as he popped out of it gasping for fresh air.

"Holy crap! What the hell happened?"

"The smells, so..so many smells. Who'd think that many players could smell that bad" the little said climbing out.

"They, what do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later. For now im just gonna...lay here for a while" the little guy would sprawl onto the table as he shut his eyes in defeat. Leaving the other players confused as they looked back at the tired tiny.

"Dang, they must've really did a number on you" his captain said.

"Ugh, you have no idea"

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x reader- Fix you with gold

Angst + Villain reader Au

Quirk: kintsugi- you can manipulate strings of gold hardening it as soon as you need to you can also remelt it.

Crimson lights flooded the bare brick room as you watched from the corner waiting for your dear hero to wake up. Shoto todoroki. You had been well acquainted a few years back. When you haven't been coined as (y/n) (y/ln) the UA traitor but now, well not so much for obvious reasons.

Thankfully, the boy you had once loved more than anything was chained up against a chair with his head hanging low avoiding the glare of the red filter. No no this isn't your boring old yandere simulator storyline. You had no intentions of killing everyone who looked at your dear peppermint boy, you had no of killing him because you loved him that was just absolutely ridiculous... no, you were killing him because he was a hero. But was he really?

Your chair screeched as you pulled it along behind you appearing from your corner and sitting yourself down drinking a lovely tea from a beautiful porcelain cup... well, beauty is subjective. "Good morning shoto" you greeted, your cheery attitude slipping between your grit teeth. Yes, today would be a good day "lovely day, isn't it? For a little chit chat hm?" silence. Once again your response was silence "oh come on my little hero I know you're not dead. Yet" it was a fun game you two had. You would talk, he would not, but all your conversations were rather one-sided and you decided chess was more fun with 2 people. Today was going to be the day you broke him once again.

"Shoto, are you interested in what would happen to you if you keep up this silly game of silence?" you asked and finished off the tea spinning the handle around your index finger. You stood up and launched the cup against the wall fragmenting into small pieces that rained down like drops of blood, he winced knowing that the cup was expensive and not easily found. rich boys and their pottery. "I wonder how easily you shatter compared to a teacup. Shall we find out?"

You put your finger on his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His mismatched eyes bore into you with sadness "I used to love you" he whispered. You let go of him and maniacal laugh erupted from inside you which bounced off the walls into his ears "Shoto you still love me. You want me to change my ways and go back to the way I was, maybe join you as your sidekick hm?" he looked at you his eyes wide with the kindling of hope "WELL NEWSFLASH HERO I never was that girl. I was a lie, a book wrote and edited to suit you" you watched as the hope dwindled away the kindles blowing out in the icy wind of your words you leaned down to his ear and whispered "everything you saw in me was an illusion. I could never be a hero, do you know why? Because heroes aren't real"

you stood back up stretching your arms behind your back a Cheshire smile graced your face. "you still have so much time to join me sho, no ones coming to find you, dearest" you sat back down on your chair leaning forward on your hand "you're a villain (y/n) there isn't a way in hell you could convince me to come to your side" you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed yourself off the chair and walking up to him, your face barely inches apart. You kicked his chair over, flicking a butterfly knife out holding it close to his neck "NO. I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE I-IM THE GOOD ONE. YOUR NO HERO I'M CLOSER TO A HERO THAN YOU'LL EVER BE" you spat while he struggled on his back like a helpless tortoise. You were in the right of course you were. Heroes aren't real anymore just read the news the hierarchy was crumbling and the ones who were at the top had the furthest to fall.

No one needs saviours anymore. "Your insane (y/n) your sick please just let me help you" you hated it when they told you that "SHUT UP. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. I'M NORMAL. YOU'RE THE SICK ONE YOU KNOW WHY" you pushed the knife up drawing pinpricks of blood that trickled to the floor slowly "because you crave to feed a hunger you cannot satisfy. You want to save as many people as possible, lock up all the villains yes?" he couldn't look away from the intense expression that hadn't left your face since he told you you were a villain "what happens when you lock up the villains hm? When you run out of people to save? Who runs wild through the city then? You pump out heroes every day leaving less and less for you and between you and me it looks like your going to run out of us soon" you pulled the knife back and todoroki released the breath stored up. Now he looked at it, you weren't wrong? What would happen when the villains disappeared. The heroes that were supposed to make people feel safe no matter what had struck fear into the hearts of every civilian in the world, no one dared to steal, to murder, to light their fires across the country for them to trace back to a warehouse in the middle of the wood?

No, he couldn't be thinking about that. He was a hero through and through you wouldn't change his mind with a petty butterfly knife. You scoffed at his pathetic state squirming under you and stood up pulling his chair back up along with you "you're still so handsome shoto, it really would be the biggest shame to ruin you" you sighed remembering a time when you truly wanted to be with him no matter what. But your ideologies just weren't compatible. "Do you know what happens when you mix bleach and rubbing alcohol?" you pulled a bottle of anti-septic out of your pocket and slipped a white cloth down from your sleeve to your hand "no answer? Or are you being ignorant again" he pursed his lips keeping his words sealed in the front of his mouth "fine. Let me show you." you poured the anti-septic on the cloth and walked up to the gorgeous boy in front of you stooping down "last chance my love" he looked at the wall and you groaned in annoyance. You forced the cloth in front of his mouth and nose and smiled sweetly "you make chloroform"

Day 2

Well, it turns out yesterday wasn't the day. But he was getting close you could feel it, you would take a slightly softer approach today there was another name for this, manipulation. "Morning shoto, are you feeling chatty today?" he looked up from his chair quickly when you entered. Despite what others thought, you weren't completely heartless, you would bring him food and water, and for a hostage, it was pretty good food. Maybe it was the remnants of your love that made you treat him differently. You unlocked his chains and passed him his plate. He knew there was no chance of escape, he had tried and failed a hundred times, he couldn't use his quirk in this room, and you were waiting around every corner when he tried to run.

"You know what I really don't understand shoto?" you wandered around the ruby room admiring the walls that kept him inside "when I first met you you said you despised your father and you would go against him in every way possible" he ceased eating at the mention of his father his appetite suddenly lost in the crowd of emotions "so why even become a hero. Why did you not run off? be the opposite of what he ever told you to be?" you were getting there you could feel it ripping through the air. He was lost, and confused? Who did he want to be? Certainly not anything like his father? Why did he ever want to be a hero? To save children who had to bear what he bore, why should he care for them if no hero ever cared for him "as I see it your father is worse than ever is he not? He lost Touya, he can't find you, he's wearing fuyumi and natsuo away desperate to have his perfect creation. Wouldn't now be the best time to join me sho" the plate hit the floor splitting apart just like his own sanity. Here we go. This would be so fun.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him and picked up the pieces of the broken plate stacking them in your hand "you've heard of kintsugi I assume?" of course he had he grew up with everything, he nodded hesitantly his dual coloured fringe hanging in front of his eye as he leaned over watching you intently. You started laying the pieces of the plate out like a jigsaw fitting them together perfectly "if you just took my offer sho..." you started pushing the pieces together and lines of gold brushed over the old cracks, you lifted up the plate and put it on his lap "I could fix you up with gold" you whispered he gulped and traced his finger over the gold that welded the plate making it better than before. "We could get to know each other again. Love each other REALLY love each other shoto please I'm begging you" you really hated playing the broken lover card especially to someone you truly did love, and of course, you wanted to know him all over again but the begging really was a chore you had to fake so much emotion.

"I-i missed you (y/n) I really did I want you to come back to me the way you were before. Don't do this please" he begged. He knew this was it. He couldn't hang on any longer he had missed you for so long he couldn't stand being away from you again and ... you were right! Why should he strive to be a hero when none had ever cared for him when he was almost dead, beaten up by his own father who had the audacity to call himself a hero. He was nothing more than the creature to be puppeteered by Viktor Frankenstein. "THIS IS ME. can't you see that shoto this is who I am? The way I was before was fictional I tailored for you" you brushed your hand across his scarred cheek and brushed his hair out of his face "but you could know me, you could love me like this, couldn't you. You just need to join my side."

he looked at you, taking in your details for the first time in 4 years. You're (e/c) orbs didn't even try to attempt hiding the craziness behind them, the way your grin had a sadistic twist that could make any god coil in fear, your (h/l) (h/c) that was matted and bloody, the way the red light mimicked the bloodlust radiating off of you, yet he could still find comfort in it. "I want to know you," he said in his low monotone voice. The breaking point. You were his breaking point. "Let's get to know each other then hm?"

[chaseadrian]

Yes to everything you said! An Adrian and Harley friendship is the dream. Chris would have the competitive antagonistic broship he had with Bloodsport but x1000. Diana and Emilia are suffering, they really do work with children.

The DCEU that exists in my head is basically the DCEU we have now except on a larger scale like in the comics. Same cast and stories we've had, but overall bigger and with all the unfiltered craziness and insane team ups that comics allow for. So now I'm just thinking of a scenario where the Justice League, the whole Batfam, Suicide Squad, and Task for X are working together and it's a mess in every single way. It would be an amazing disaster to watch.

I have to know, how do you think DCEU Batman would react to Peacemaker and Vigilante, and vice versa?

Dude, Bruce is probably so pissed that he keeps putting criminals in prison and the government keeps letting them out lol.

I certainly would be!! full disclosure, im really not a DC fan like, generally. ive seen almost all the movies (not man of steel or bvs) but the only ones ive liked have been the first wonder woman, birds of prey, and the new suicide squad.

i genuinely dont think the justice league had been earned yet when they released it. we hadnt had movies for flash, cyborg, or aquaman, batman split the bill with superman in their movie and wonder woman had just come out a few months before justice league after only a smaller role in bvs. it didnt feel like there was a payoff of like, oh yay we're finally seeing these individual characters we love come together!! and joss whedon as the director? if that man never had his hands on another movie again in his lifetime it would be too soon

on top of that, i just don't like ben affleck both as a person and an actor, and i think batfleck is just kinda forgettable. i think dc is starting to get their shit together and consistently come out with better media since birds of prey (ww84 was only okay tho imo) and then the suicide squad and peacemaker are genuinely masterclasses in comic adaptations. im like actually looking forward to what DC puts out next. and i know the batman isn't in the DCEU canon like it's a separate universe, but fuck is that movie SUCH a loyal interpretation of the batman universe. i love it so much.

sorry i went on a bit of a rant to essentially say that i dont really know that much about batfleck, but i hope chris punches him and adrian laughs. i think batfleck would probably hate them, honestly. they murder their targets, and that's like against his whole deal, and on top of that they are kind of annoying from a "normal person" standpoint.

jkghd seriously sorry for the rant idk what came over me lol

[dearmbti]

henlo, new followers here! (i already love your acc so much 🤍) i just wanted to ask, what is a friendship between an ENFJ and an INFP like? im really curious since i recently made a really good ENFJ friend and he's so supportive and genuine, i love it. he's such a good listener and so fun to talk to it's insane. idk i might even have a teeny tiny lil crush on him(?????) AAAA looking forward to your answer!! thank you so much! x

All of us secretly crush on ENFJs, it’s okay. ;) They probably know it, too, but will downplay it to make you feel more comfortable. Classic Fe.

From INFP’s perspective, ENFJ can be wonderful because they will give you space to express yourself, they will listen, and they will be attentive. They are also consistent and will check up on you often. This can make an INFP feel great because they are acknowledged and listened to. Not to mention that INFP loves how magnetic, charismatic, and expressive ENFJ can be. 

From ENFJ’s perspective, I can see them liking INFP’s for their authentic nature, strong sense of identity, and a well-defined value system. INFPs tend to be passionate and creative people, which is something Fe doms adore. And remember, both personalities have T function as their inferior, so they only feel comfortable and truly at home around those who let their feelings/values rule their world. Anyone who is too dispassionate and aloof is a little off-putting, mostly because it masks what the person actually stands for, breeding insecurity. But with the self-revealing and forthcoming nature of F doms, they should understand each other pretty well, especially as it’s reinforced by preference for intuition.

The problem, however, comes when ENFJ might begin thinking INFP is too self-absorbed. While this can be possible, there is also a lot of room for misinterpretation. For example, INFP might use self-referential examples to showcase understanding (Fi), which ENFJ might misunderstand as them making everything about themselves, as Fe assumes that the emotional environment it perceives is readily available for everyone... And so if you “feign indifference” by appearing aloof and unaffected (mostly Ts or unhealthy Fs), or make self-referential points, you might come across as too self-involved and disingenuous in the eyes of Fe dom... Failing to understand that what comes naturally to Fe doms does not for most people. So despite how thoughtful Fe doms are of people’s feelings states, they might sometimes overlook crucial individual differences, where an INFP might get a little burnt and even wounded.

An INFP, on the other hand, might think ENFJ is sometimes too others-focused at expense of their own voice and feelings. While ENFJ’s proactive, gregarious and expressive nature might make a positive impression on INFP, they might soon realise that the ENFJ holds back a lot, often to their own detriment, as they struggle to connect their personal and public lives/selves. In other words, INFP might soon realise that ENFJ is struggling with authenticity and depth of connection, often choosing to compensate for it by becoming overbearing and meddlesome, all because they themselves don’t really know how to integrate their Ni and Ti.

But despite the potential difficulties, there is so much possibility for a great friendship or relationship. Be aware of potential challenges but certainly enjoy the good things that are happening to you. Do not let MBTI to limit you. What matters more here is personal development and willingness to work on the friendship/relationship. 

Good luck x (and thank you for the compliments!)

[backseatsiren]

A Dramatic Day

It’s been awhile since I’ve written here! There are a couple of reasons: first, my life has reached brave new heights of busy - I was promoted to Editor in Chief at work a bit over a year ago, and my responsibilities there obviously take a lot of time. I’m also teaching more courses than usual at Berklee (right now, one section of Film and TV and two of Game Design Principles), and, as usual, I’m training grappling on top of it all. Plus, naturally, the ambulance. I’m hitting my tour hours, and proud to do it, and as pumped as ever to be an EMT in this neighborhood.

I’m also... very, very, VERY slowly *actually writing a book* about all of this. I’ve begun interviewing a few fellow EMTs, mainly volunteers, about what it is we do. Because of how insane my schedule is, it’ll be a very long term project, and I can’t put any pressure to finish soon. But, especially through the pandemic, I’ve felt a desire to document and interview and report on the idea of volunteer emergency medical services in New York City, here in Brooklyn and Queens, and I think other folks might be interested in reading a bit about it.

But I’d like to get back into the practice of writing about calls and concepts and experiences. As always, I’ll respect patients and patient privacy, and will never reveal identifying information or anything inappropriate.

Today was a fairly busy day, but it started with a bit of a dramatic call. We were called to an unknown, and flagged down by a bystander. A man called us over and told us that he saw a man lying on the train tracks (a less-used track, not the subway or commuter rail or anything). He said he regularly feeds a colony of feral cats there, and noticed the gentleman lying down the way.

We thanked him and high tailed it over, yelling out to him (the usual “sir are you ok?”). My more experienced (many, many years in EMS, including at a much higher level of certification) partner took a look at him and said “he might be dead” and began looking forward a pulse. He went for more help (another ambulance was arriving and they needed to be directed over, the physical layout of the space was weird), and he instructed me to look for a pulse. I did, and found nothing. My other partner (a newer EMT, just cleared for CC status, who I also love working with), said “he’s cold to the touch.”

It was raining lightly. The tracks were a little slick, and there was some litter. It’s early may, and the grass had that beautiful sheen on it, that it gets in the rain. Weird things, visual and sense memory things, are coming back as I write about it.

He was lying down on his face on the tracks. I checked for a carotid pulse again and felt nothing. I checked his hands - they were closed and held tight. Rigor Mortis. I checked his arms, his coat, his clothing, careful not to mess with anything, but looking for lividity. He was bleeding from his face, and, on inspection, his face was very clearly badly injured, bruised, and bloated. I was wearing an N95, but even so, you could smell that he was deceased.

I told my more experienced partner that when he arrived with the other crew. We inspected the scene - noting a shovel and some other tools. There was a little encampment nearby - possibly where this man lived. Beer and food in a little shelter.

It certainly looked like foul play was possible. I learned a few minutes later (on my next call) that the cops did start an investigation there.

As one of the other EMTs from the other crew noted, it was “like a movie scene.” Something about the rain and the light, the way the blood pooled, the way the ants crawled around in it... was surreal. It may have been my less experienced partner’s first DOA when they were first on the scene (it wasn’t mine, but it was certainly the first *outdoor* DOA where I’ve been first and had to help establish that). It was my first suspected murder scene.

And yes, it was deeply sad. There’s some initial adrenaline, for me, in every call. There would be more on my other calls today. There is a voice in my head that repeats a lot of the basic instructions and goes through scenarios: “ABCs” (a note to always prioritize airway, breathing, and circulation). I think about what happened in any given situation and what I should do for my patient. I look for threats to everyone’s safety. And when I can breathe and get a clearer picture of what’s going on, that’s when I can start to process things a bit.

We covered him with a clean sheet from the ambulance and did all the things we needed to do. We talked about it a little, after the call. But I always need to think about things for a few hours after, which is what I’m doing here, by writing about it a bit.

I’m a deeply, empathetic person. I feel for my patients. The call I’m about to talk about - the very next call - required that of me in a different way. But in this scenario, I want to first do everything right for the person and situation, and next, be as respectful as humanly possible. This poor man died - was very probably killed - and was left outside in the rain. I don’t know much about his life, and very little about his death. The whole scenario is very sad, and very surreal.

Every time I’ve had a dead patient, it’s stuck with me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget my first, a woman who very probably died of a heart attack or in her sleep, and her son found her. He was mourning. He was on top of the body, hugging her, crying “I’m sorry, mommy,” and there’s... I guess there’s nothing on earth like that. Nothing like that kind of pain. People, as a rule, do not expect to see their loved ones deceased, and when we do, we usually have a ceremony for it.

I’m just a bystander to that. I can do nothing to help the deceased person, and very little for a mourning loved one, besides being a respectful, empathetic human presence. For my deceased patient today, all we could do was establish that he was dead and do the proper things to ensure his remains would be taken care of (and his death investigated).

My next call was very different, but it was heavy in a different way. We got a call for, basically, a suicidal young woman. We arrived, with PD, to her door. The officers assessed things to an extent, but she revealed that she had been traumatized by police in the recent past, and didn’t want any police in her home. I talked with her calmly, and was able to relieve the cops and take this one, with my partner.

We listened to her. She had obviously been through some extreme trauma and needed mental health resources. I won’t reveal any details here, but I had to keep assuring her that I had no handcuffs and wasn’t interested in taking her against her will. She was terrified of being taken somewhere she didn’t want to go, and I basically sat calmly with her and talked to her about her options. Just talking. Just listening.

This is a case, like a patient a couple of years ago, where I’m very happy to take my time. I’m a volunteer, man. I’m not grinding through a shift for miserable pay, as most EMTs are - I’m here because I frankly want to be useful in this manner.

And I’m happy to sit with a person going through emotional hell, because this is what I can help with. I’m five years into being an EMT with RVAC. I do this 2-3 shifts per month, so I’ll never be the fastest, best, EMT in NYC. But I can be the most patient EMT, and I can give plenty of extra time to a person.

I’m not a therapist, and I don’t pretend to be. That’s what I told her - first, that I’m not a cop, I don’t have cuffs, I have no interest in taking her if she’s of sound mind and doesn’t want to go. Then, second, that I’m no doctor, and no therapist, and that I want her to have resources if she needs them.

We talked more, and did more vitals, and she decided she wanted to come to a mental health facility. We explained every step of the process to her, and what she could expect, and what to bring.

Do I wish I was an actual therapist who could help this girl right away? Yeah. Do I wish I had the ability to make mental health policy that provides good, effective, supportive therapy to all human beings who need it? Yeah. Do I wish I could do better for her than an ER with psych specialists? Where she could easily get lost in the cracks or simply never connect with what she truly needs? Yeah.

I can only take her to a place where people are at least trained to assess her and offer her further resources. I can only hope they actually can help, and do so.

I had another call where we did a bit of *psychological first aid* not long after that. A dramatic scene! A young woman fainted at work at a store, and several people were surrounding her and holding her at the scene! Folks were holding her hands and crying.

It looked wild at first glance, but our patient was completely ok - we got her out, had medics assess her completely, and brought her to the ER while assuring her parents that things looked ok. Her mother was extremely upset, and we had a bit of a language barrier, but we were able to assure her and let her know things looked ok, that her child had very promising vitals and EKG readings, and we just needed the ER visit to make sure.

The medics helping us out were INCREDIBLE. They offered a full walkthrough for us of what was going on physiologically with her and gave a very helpful tip on scenes like that - give bystanders little jobs (just simple stuff, like holding the door, or looking for something like a towel) to do! It helps (caring, kind, just want to help) folks feel helpful when they get scared, especially in dramatic-looking situations.

A lot of drama today. A lot of learning. I felt really good about taking charge with my psych patient and helping her to feel safe and able to make her own decision. Im glad we were able to help our young fainting patient. And as much as it’s heavy, I’m glad I was at least on scene today for our first call. I know I can do nothing but confirm obvious death, but, I take some heart in the kind bystander who called for him (the gentleman who feeds cats nearby).

At least someone cared enough to try.

I’m forever grateful for my partners, for the folks who have taken the time to teach me (back when I was VERY green and still, to this day, as I am learning every single shift), and for the patients who trust me to do my best for them. 

I noticed today, this month marks five years of doing this, with my volunteer corps. I can only hope I learn more and become a more effective EMT as I go.

[uhhhhyandere]

I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe. 

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this. 

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks. 

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k 

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

 Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.” 

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears. 

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

[for-ests]

Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ] 

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity 

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project. 

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?” 

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.” 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly. 

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked. 

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again. 

“Tom-” You breathed. 

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again. 

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back. 

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips. 

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment. 

“How long have you felt like this?” 

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks. 

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more. 

“How did you wait so long?” 

“I wanted you to finish.” 

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply. 

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish. 

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him. 

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.” 

“I would love nothing more.”