#yeah hes unbearable and shit but you gotta admit

[glass-crabs]

i just remembered that the version of edmund "bunny" corcoran i have in my head (repressed gay, definitely has a thing for henry) is not the same version of edmund "bunny" corcoran in the book (little bitch boy)

[twstbookclub]

Words of Love

Summary: Ace could be better at a relationship. How could it be? He never learned how. Instead of being taught, he was attacked by his ex-girlfriend's friends for not doing something. It'll be different this time. You'll make sure of that. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Ace Trappola, Slight comedy, Romance, Fluff, First date with Ace, Ice skating date, Ace is still a little shit Word Count: 1,041

A/N: Man... The amount of trouble I had writing a smitten Ace who didn't want to admit his feelings was like whiplash. I thought I knew how to write the boy, but I was wrong. Honestly, this could've been done better, and maybe I'll rewrite one when I can, but I am still satisfied with this one. Thank you for reading!

Ace was a good person, and it was surprising to see him come up to you to ask you out. Though, as soon as you said yes, he ran off while trying to act all cool? Then he would give you a winter hat and a pair of gloves, only saying, “Make sure to wear them to our date” and leave it at that. You did like him, that part was admittable, but as for the reason why—

“Good Seven, I can tell why his ex-girlfriend was into him… But I can tell why she left him,” you whispered while watching Ace grab food from the building’s cafe. He’s a sweet kid, really, but…

GEEZ, THE AWKWARD TENSION IS UNBEARABLE.

You sighed and looked towards Ace, staring briefly before smiling and looking down at the ground. The atmosphere was filled with screams, laughs, and the scraping of blades against ice, since Ace decided to surprise you with a date to an ice skating rink on your day off before winter break began. It was his way of spending time with you, but how could you blame him for trying?

He’s such a mess, and he can be too blunt for one’s comfort—not to mention a slacker… but he’s cute.

What? Gotta give credit where credit is due, right? Anyway…

“Oi, how are you feeling?” Ace asked while walking back to you and setting down the food on the table, then he fixed his scarf that was hanging off your neck. He felt cold to the touch, but how could he not? He sacrificed his warmth to give it to you, then he let you fall on your ass right after. How fun.

“Hmm… I’m warmer than I was before, but I’m still in pain thanks to someone letting me fall,” you responded sarcastically, knowing it would strike a nerve within the boy. After that, you took a fry from his meal and ate away, as if indifferent to his offense.

“Hey! I said I was sorry, and I’m buying you food. Is that not enough for forgiveness?” He spoke with that look again—the sharp edges of his eyes softening, brows furrowed, and lips pulled into a frown. It wasn’t the usual harsh scowl, but it was… more gentle and hesitant.

It was something he had done quite a bit tonight.

You snapped your head at him and raised an eyebrow. “That’s the bare minimum, Ace! Is this how you treated your girlfriend from middle school?”

He went quiet, but not from anger. He started thinking, really. The fact that he had to think about it was concerning enough as is.

“Honestly…” He said, still pondering. “I never really did this kind of stuff for her.”

“Oh. My. Seven.” You could only sigh from disappointment, wondering how such a good guy could be so… clueless. You ran a hand through your hair, before standing up and giving him back his jacket.

“Ace, you’re a great person. You know that, you even boast about it sometimes—which kudos to you for that.”

Ace raised an eyebrow at your words since he was only hearing compliments. This made him shiver in his timbers, for a lack of a better word in this description. “Buuuut…?”

“Get yourself together!” You yelled, giving him a bonk on the head afterwards for dramatic effect.

“Ow! Fine, geez.” Ace sighed, putting his jacket back on you again and fixing your hair. “Yeah, I’m pretty clueless on this relationship and romance stuff—”

Oh really? Didn’t know that.

“—I rarely took my past girlfriend out on dates or hangouts, not even to walk around. You’re different,” Ace said with a sincere look in his eye, but his view wasn’t directed at you. It was towards the floor. You could only sigh and move your hand to hold his. 

“Ace…” You started, took a breath, then looked at him with a small smile. “You're a great guy on your own. I don't need you to impress me in some way just because I'm someone you want to be with.”

“I know, but you're different from others who've confessed, different from my middle school relationship, and I… really want to be with you,” he said carefully, giving your hand a squeeze for his own reassurance. The love in his eyes just made the moment a lot sweeter.

You felt your heart begin to melt. You knew having a crush on him was so right, but you just needed to find the reason why. You move your other hand to his cheek to make him look at you directly.

“Then, just do what you think is right. Go with the flow and we can figure the rest out together. I'm not going anywhere.”

Your words and touch made Ace relax, and he slowly gave you a snarky grin. “What I think is right, you say?” His tone was mischievous, and before you knew it, he pulled you back onto the ice rink.

“Hey–! What are you doing!? Ace!” You yelled, seeing him start to move around with you on the ice. He laughed at you and moved slowly so as to not hurt you, even keeping you close until you could get the hang of it.

“Come on! I took you out to have fun, so fun we'll have!” Ace said with a laugh, keeping you close while pulling you with him.

The ice made the place cold and the spins would make you dizzy, but it couldn't compare to the warmth you both began to feel for one another, like hearts intertwining into one.

After the date, he was walking you home, hand in hand, unable to look towards your direction. You noticed this and smiled, wanting to tease him about it.

“Look at you… All smiles. I've never seen this from you before.”

“I've never had someone tell me I could be myself. My ex was wanting me to change for her, but where's the fun in that?” Ace said, making both of you laugh.

Finally, he let you go before you got to your door. He watched you again with those eyes, the ones you grew accustomed to in those few hours. Who knew words would have meant so much?

[vylithscat]

dominant mc - obey me! headcannon (18+)

so, in my eyes, not every mc is gonna be an adorable, obedient (kinda), subby mc, there’s gotta be some that are doms and will absolutely crush a skull with their thighs and cause problems with the others,, or maybe i’m hopeful either way! i wanted to write something more suggestive with some bromance shit for beel, this is just the bros but i’ll do the dateables minus luke at one point part 2 has been out for awhile, i just forgot to link it ;;;

minors dni, slight spoilers in like,, all of them prompt: a dominant mc is picked for the exchange program and how their time with the bros would be (+how sex is) genre: general & smut pairings: bros

LUCIFER

You cause him so many more headaches cause of the trouble you cause it’s unreal

Finds you more unbearable than he already did at the start because of it

He was one of the few that expected a small, meak, frightened human to appear but instead a muscle head appears and goes, “Well! Okay! I’m MC.”

Yeah, he knows, and he regrets this program so much right now

Continues his normal deal about the program, Mammon becoming your guard, etcetc

And you just nod your head along while he talks which makes him think you won’t be a problem

Then you ask, “So, do you guys have gyms down here? Home workouts?”

Completely floored that you just grazed over the program that Diavolo has to pipe in that yes, Devildom DOES have gyms and Mammon can show you them!

After all the season one stuff and you get your pact, he’s more or less interested how you’d handle the belonging to him thing

Oh how you turn the tables on him the first night

He’s sprawled on his desk, gripping the edges when he can, gasping for air as he moans while you’re fucking him and ripping his head back up by his hair

Refuses to admit what he likes about it when you’re coddling him because he can’t walk in a straight line

You’ve broken part of his pride and he WILL get back at you for it

But he does slightly like being on the receiving end, especially during the aftercare

Just don’t comment on it or you’ll get a snippy reaction that he’s just seeping the moment in that you did what he wanted

“What you wanted, huh?”

You’re beaming as he realizes what he says

“Wanna elaborate?”

“No, I don’t.”

MAMMON

Doesn’t get why he has to protect you, you clearly got some tough blood and you’re ripped!

But when he tries to leave, you grab his hand and smile, “C’mon! I wanna last a few days at least.”

?????? THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ??????

Mostly trails after you cause you’ve got the stride going and if he gets distracted, he has to jog

After the TSL knowledge battle, he’s really just falling to the fucking floor for you

Somehow, a big strong person like you still manages to hurt themselves too?

And he hates that you’re bullying yourself for it

“I could’ve run for a couple more minutes, really! But I was too damn clumsy and tripped, just my luck.”

“Quit talkin’ about yourself like that! You’re still a strong person under that little injury! It’s gonna heal real fast cause you know how to treat it, so why worry about it!?”

Small pause, “You think I’m strong?”

Now it’s your turn to fall head over heels for him

Don’t let anyone see how you look at him, especially Mammon

If he sees you resting your head on your hand while leaning on the table, he’ll go from no blush to a fucking tomato in two seconds

Is even worse during your first time because HOLY SHIT YOU’RE ON TOP OF HIM AND YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING HIS DOWN AND YOU- you’re taking off his pants holy s-

A complete moaning mess from just a tongue, a screamer to the point you have to shove his head (sadly) into a pillow so you can please him properly

Aside from moaning like crazy, he whines like crazy when you don’t give him what he wants or when you tease him

Worship his body when you’re teasing him and he’ll moan, he’s a mess for you in and out of the bedroom

If you do anything out of the bedroom, please be ready to catch him if he stumbles or his knees buckle

LEVIATHAN

Your size both confused and made him jealous

How the hell is a human Beel’s size? Why isn’t he YOUR size? Probably cause he’s a yucky otaku who holes himself up

After the TSL knowledge battle and the pact, he’s more open to you but doesn’t expect you to swing by often

So fucking confused when you swing by often and even more confused that you’re interested in his collections and games

Someone your size.. Likes this stuff? Otaku stuff?

“I’m still kinda new to it but I don’t mind learning more.”

Recommends you animes, manga, everything and if you read/watch/etc go tell him about it

And the closer he gets to you, the less he can even look you in the eyes without becoming flustered

The first time you laugh and call him cute he shuts down like, literally folds over in his chair that you think something happened, but when he wakes up and panics again because you’re inches from him, kinda fills in a  f e w blanks

And everyone, truly, we all know he has a degradation kink

The first time with him is a bit rocky because he’s super shy and doesn’t know how to do these things that well and when you moan he goes red and needs a second

So you have to get him riled up, tell him how bad of a boy he is, that he needs to do better to please you

He’s more than likely into choking or collars so use that to your advantage

Mix in praise when he does good

And when his back is arching off the ground while his hands are hiding his red face and muffling his moans, lean down, bite his ear and murmur, “Bad boy, you need to do better for your master.”

Whines super loud before peeking out to see your false disappointment before whining again to tell you to go harder

Your name definitely falls from his lips a lot

SATAN

He found your strength impressive considering what he’s heard about humans

But that doesn’t change how he treats you much or what leads up to the body switch

He’s still the same Satan who you had to help his relationship with Lucifer

But, once you’ve formed a pact and grown closer, watch him go from smug to very flustered

You can pick him up, poke his cheek or just pull him into your arms and he’ll click his tongue or softly huff before hiding his blushing face in his book

He doesn’t understand how simple gestures stir up these feelings in him

The first time you completely pick him up, either bridal style or over your shoulder, he’s gonna be near screaming at you to put him down

“Sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” With a head pat with clear away any negative feelings of the matter

Still not a big fan of it in public, even if he’s showing off that you’re his

But instead of him holding you, you’re holding him, the Fourth strongest demon in your arm as if he was nothing but a feather to you..

And during your first time, good god

He wasn’t about to let you see him in such a state and shoves his face away in a pillow

But when you lean down and bite his shoulder while telling him what a good kitty is

Come on, you don’t think he’d snap his head to you while moaning up a storm?

Refuses to look you in the eye the next morning, especially if you’re very aftercare centered

But he did like it just.. ore gentle next time, you can keep the pet name, but he needs to walk in a straight line

ASMODEUS

Oh he was beaming from day one

You’re cute already cause you’re a human with a bright soul, but now you’re a human who’s got a great body?

How badly does he wish his charm worked on you cause he’d have his way with you

He’s very touchy with you, especially around your abdomen/thighs

Will go lower if you don’t smack his hand away

If you don’t though, he’s gonna have his fun, especially if you’re alone with him

Just cause you’re more muscular doesn’t stop him from the skincare treatments

And the first time.. Oh the first time

He has honey dripped words, hands gliding across your body like he’s done this with you before and sweet kisses being planted everywhere

Absolutely loves you on top, bottom, anywhere

He likes it slow so he can admire and praise you for longer

He’s had so many sexual experiences with demons and humans alike, but you’re better cause you listen to him too

Y’all could go for multiple rounds and he still would sit up and ask to go again

But, whenever you’re done, he’ll grab you a rob and get you all comfy

May sometimes just let you sleep nude in his bed with him if you’re just too tired to get covered

Which he doesn’t mind at ‘cause your body.. worship-worthy along with his own

BEELZEBUB

Gym bro energy 100%

After you get a pact with Beel, he’s a lot more open to share his workout time with you

He’ll let you do what your body can handle and rest but he has a workout he has to keep up with

You can’t match his eating and dietary habits cause it’s Beel, but you do explain that human muscle building is way fuckin different from demon

Going out to eat with Beel is a “cheat meal” by a lot

But Beel absolutely loves spending time you more and more, especially cause you’re gym bros

Now, the first time, you were torn

It’d be fun to be topped by a demon for once, but holy shit he’s so cute while flustered

I hc that Beel is slightly subby to mc but their height/strength/etc matters

So you being his size or bigger he’ll let you take the lead

But he does really like making you happy and you make him a special kind of hungry, so it’s rare

He’s a marker, he’ll leave a lot of bite marks, hickeys, and may make you bleed by accident from time to time (and then apologize once the bliss is gone)

He mostly grunts, occasional deep moans but he’s a bit embarrassed when he does it

So encourage him, make him comfortable then go at him and he’ll be more vocal with you

He does like it gentle and on the slow side but not extremely slow

After you’re done, grab him some snacks so he doesn’t nibble on you and start it up again

BELPHEGOR

Whenever you’re comfortable around him again, he’s using you as a pillow

You don’t have a choice, you’re Beel sized

He likes how your body is like a pillow

Squishy but not to the point he sinks and not too hot either

Plus, hearing your heart slowly beating if his head is on your chest relaxes him a lot

On the other side of the coin, he’s such a bratty ass sub who likes to be smug and tease you

Not even just during sex, he’ll remind you about that while teasing you

He likes seeing someone your size so flustered from one little comment

And your first time together most likely started because he walked in on you or you walked in on him trying to have private time

If it was him walking into you, the whole time you’re fucking him, he’s smirking and saying you’re glad he walked in

And if you walked in on him, he’s still smirking but calling you a pervert instead

But he does really like it, and that’s obvious cause of how much he moans in between words

And while you’re doing it from behind, grab his hair and TUG

Degrade and praise him at the same time, bite and suck at his neck, he’ll be a mess especially if you aim for over stimming

He likes aftercare the most cause he can cling onto you like a koala or you carry him to the bathroom and have a bath with him

Just be sure nobody walks in cause he’s for sure falling asleep on you and you won’t be able to move

[cupidscrule]

PT ONE OF A SHORT FIC!!

Adam stanheight / reader.

Tw - eating disorder, bathroom trap.

Saw 2004

"Hey- sweetie- com'on Hun? Please you need help, we can't keep supporting you if you're just killing yourself." Your mother said to you over the phone, god you didn't care, it wasn't hurting them. All you wanted was one thing, to be a beautiful model, find love, to be loved jeez, and we all know the only way to do that is to be skinny. You were 45kg, 5'4. Yeah, most people would say you're horribly underweight, but fuck them and there stupid opinions, they didn't know you. They couldn't get a say in what shit you pulled, doesn't even matter? Who would care?

Whatever that's besides the point, you were underweight. Still starved yourself, didn't care how people felt, hell you could basically fit toddlers clothes, I mean you always wanted to get in kawaii fashion nows the perfect time. Okay okay back to the point,

You always hated yourself, ugly, pig, god those words you heard all your life. You hated yourself, your loving family, left all your friends, you were alone. Well not really, no I mean like not alone. See everything was going fantastic, i was crying on the bathroom floor like every night, when the shower curtain pulled back and a thing wearing a pig mask shoved a needle in your neck, well probably my neck

Was a bit too hazy to fully remember, so that's how we ended up here.

Little ol me, in a black room, ankle chained, smelled like shit, like actual fucking shit. Jesus, where the fuck am I.

Still haven't figured it out yet. "Hello?? Where the fuck am I??" Oh shit there's someone else here?? Too dark to notice, didn't really think to scream, y'know just in case. It was a males voice, sounded about 20-25. The details don't matter "WAIT I FOUND A LIGHT" he shouts before the bathroom lights flicker on. Jesus no wonder it smelled like shit you were actually in a bathroom, I was just joking earlier. The man was a few meters away from me, he was wearing a white shirt, weird blue button up shirt and was undone, and jeans. His ankle was also cuffed? Fuck whats going on, is this some sick prank? He had short brown hair, and looked tired. Guess you had one thing in common?

"Hey- what's your name??" I asked him with an awkward smile, y'know trying not to start CRYING. "MY NAME IS VERY FUCKING CONFUSED WHAT ABOUT YOU?" jeez, wasn't he just a ball of sunshine? "Well do you remember how you got here?" I said after a few seconds, honestly I didn't even care if he was pissed all I wanted to do was get out of here. I looked around, saw fuck all. Well besides a man in the middle of me and mystery man who killed himself. Yeesh hope it didn't get that unbearable. "Nothing. Fucking nothing. I went to bed in my shithole apartment and woke up in an actual shithole??" He says looking over at me. He looked upset, but who wouldn't if they woke up in a bathroom with your ankle cuffed to a poll. "But- what's your name." Mystery man calmly says, wow what a change in emotion. Went from crazy bitch to sweet little charmer

"The less you know about me the better. What about you?" I say rubbing my eyes, before reaching down to my foot trying to break the chain. "Adam." He says after a solid 40 seconds, god finally something useful. "Huh, well nice to meet you Adam, NOW HOW THE FUCK DID WE END UP HERE?" I gotta admit I did sound a bit angry there but fuck if I care? Seems like a life or death scenario either way. Doubt this guy cares about kindness the way he acted before, "well - nice to meet you.. Adam. Now, do you know anything? Like why we're here?" A good minute passed before I said that, I guess I did feel a bit bad. He looked over at me, looking confused but not at me? "No, I really don't but-" he says before cutting himself off "wait he has something in his hand??" Adam continued speaking, pointing at the corpses hand. Yeesh it was a tape player, what a weird thing to hold onto, it also looked like there was a gun? Well I mean kinda expected that, given the head shit wound. "Can you reach it??" I shout to him, before getting on my stomage Trying to reach for it "No- Wait - actually" he says going over to a bathtub, grabbing the drainer. Using it to grab the small player, "smart.." I said putting on a half smirk, he grabs it with his wet hands, he pulls out two tapes, one with Adam written on it, and the other with yours. He inserts the one that has his name on it and presses 'play'

"Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room that you die in. Up until now you simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But what do voyeurs see when they look into the mirror? Now, I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today, Adam, or do something about it?" Wow, that's fucking harsh. Poor guy honestly? "Hey toss me the one with my name on it-" I say to him holding out my hands, he throws it with the tape.

" Y/n , this is your wake-up call. Every day of you've starved yourself to look hotter, you have people worried that today might be your last day alive. Now, it's your job to end someone other then yourself,  Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you. When there's that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do...is shoot yourself. There are ways to win this hidden all around you. Just remember, X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Cathy and Paul will die, Y/n ... and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin. Follow your heart."

"Follow your heart -?" I say under my breath, looking over to Adam who is just staring "listen.. girl- we don't have to do what it says. Okay? We can figure this out and both live-?" He says oddly calm, "it said follow your heart- and there's ways to win everywhere?" You say looking around, "you said heart?" He says looking over at you "yeah?" I reply just kinda staring, what the fuck is he doing.

He stretches over towards a toilet bowl which has a heart smudged on it, sticking his hand in the toilet "Adam- no- ew-" you say gagging looking away from him. "Fuck nothing.." he says before opening the top of the shitter,  grabbing a black bag with various things in it, "The fuck is that?" I said to him looking back at him, a big ass trash bag which he dumped on the ground as two saws fall out of it, and a little case, with unknown things in it.

Adam immediately goes to cut off the chain, unfortunately the saw flimsily breaks In half. "What the fuck??" He shouts tossing it away, "they aren't meant to cut metal. They're meant to cut off our-" I say staring at the little saw, eyes wide, who the fuck would come up with this sick game? This is torture, hell on earth. What did I do to deserve this?

[ladylannisterxo]

💌 - 112 - “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” and 60 - “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

Something kind of fluffy for Eddie please? 💚💚

Hello hello!! So sorry this took a hot minute but it's here!! I gotta admit, for this one, when I read the prompts, I immediately got hit with a Christmas vibe, don't ask me why, so I hope you enjoy it regardless of experiencing Christmas in July 😂

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompts # 112 and 60; "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time." + "I've never felt this way before and I'm terrified to be honest." Words; 2k Warnings; None, just pure Christmassy fluff!!

You were perfect. That was Eddie’s first thought when he saw you and honestly, it scared the shit out of him. He didn’t do this, allow himself to get close to someone. He’s a cynic at heart and he knows, more than anything, that people don’t always mean what they say… or they leave, for one reason or another. So, he never allowed himself to become attached; sure, he was fine with someone warming his bed or a date here and there but he never let it go anywhere… until now.

The Christmas season had settled over Hawkins and Eddie was ready for it all to be over. He was consistently greeted with a fresh blanket of snow each morning when he woke up and driving down the iced over roads was starting to become unbearable and even a little bit hazardous. The one thing Eddie was really looking forward to was watching those cheesy claymation Christmas movies with his uncle. It was a tradition Wayne had put in place the first Christmas Eddie spent with him and every year since, they would grab a beer (or two), some snacks, and they’d settle in for a day of laughter and ridiculousness. Eddie never admitted it but it was one of the few things he looked forward to all year long as it was the first time he felt welcome and safe in his new home, the first time he ever let anyone in to stay.

But if Eddie was being completely honest with himself, he also really wanted to see you. It was confusing to say the least, the way the thought popped into his head one afternoon. He wondered how you spent your Christmas; did you and your family have any traditions and if so, what were they? And further, much to his surprise, would he ever be able to be part of them? That admission alone sent him spiraling because this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to be just some girl; a girl he could flirt with at school knowing it’s just teasing banter, a girl he could take on a date or two and kiss at the end of the night knowing it wouldn’t lead anywhere, a girl he could (hopefully) have in his bed one day just to feel something for a little while but that’s not what’s happening here.

Eddie finds himself wanting to know you, know everything he possibly can about you. But why? Eddie knows the answer to that too; because you never push for more than what he’s willing to give, because you never attempt to turn him into something he’s not, because you call him each night after he’s dropped you off at home to make sure he made it home safely himself, because you care about him.

The phone ringing is shrill as it slices through the silence of the trailer. Eddie jumps from his bed, racing down the hallway to grab it before it has a chance to wake his uncle from the sleep he desperately needs after his night shift.

“Hello?” It’s a rushed whisper and he hopes it’s no one important so he can go back to daydreaming about you.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve!” you chirp from the other end and warmth spreads throughout his entire body, a smile easily pulling at his lips.

“December twenty-third already? Thank you so much for the reminder,” he drawls and you huff in response. Eddie can clearly picture the eye roll you’re no doubt giving him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, poke fun all you want at my insane Christmas spirit but you know you like it,” you tease and Eddie finds himself agreeing on the inside. He likes every single thing about you, another thought he tries to shake free from his skull. “So, listen, do you have any plans for tonight?”

“On Christmas Eve Eve?” he mocks. “Can’t say that I do.”

“Well, in that case, do you wanna meet me at the mall later tonight? It’s the last night of Santa’s Workshop and I’m volunteering as an elf, handing out candy to the kiddos and making sure they all get their chance to tell Santa what they want for Christmas and yeah, I don’t know, I just thought it would be something to do…,” you trail off and then groan, “God, I sound so stupid, don’t I? You totally don’t want to do this.”

“No,” he interjects quickly, wincing at how overly eager he sounds. Eddie leans back against the wall, twirling the phone cord around his fingers, and he has half a mind to wonder when he became a fifteen year old girl. “No, it uh, it sounds fun, different. I’ll be there. What time?”

“Seven,” you state, “oh, and one more thing, if you make fun of me in my elf costume, I will be very upset with you.”

“I’d never make fun of you.” It sounds like he’s teasing you when the words flow from his mouth but he means it, he’s never meant anything more.

When six thirty rolls around, Eddie bids his uncle farewell and heads off in the direction of the mall. He’s giddy all over at the thought of seeing you but he brushes it off immediately. Get it the fuck together, man, what is wrong with you? He instead lets his mind wander over what your elf costume will look like; no way it would be something sexy, much to his chagrin, but if you are thinking there’s a possibility he may make fun of it, well, it certainly must be something.

Pulling up next to your car in the parking lot, he trudges inside and is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people gathered around. Not to mention the abundance of lights and the Christmas music playing over the speakers that makes his ears bleed because of how overplayed it is from the start of November. But then the crowd parts, like something out of a movie, and there you are. A bright smile is plastered on your face as you lean down a little to offer a little girl a candy cane before she skips up to sit on Santa’s lap.

Then Eddie zeroes in on your elf costume and the first thing that comes to mind is how adorable you look which is a word he has never used to describe anything ever in his life. But there are a lot of things Eddie never did or said or thought until he met you and now he can’t imagine ever going back to the life he had, not when you’re so perfect and beautiful and kind. He wants to be wrapped up in your arms, safe and sheltered from the world. Eddie blinks the thought away rapidly, waltzing up behind you and tapping you on the shoulder.

You spin on your heel, squealing when you realize it’s him and then throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. Eddie hugs you back instinctively and it’s not one of those one-armed hugs he so often gives but a full, both arms wrapped around you, pulling you in for the tightest embrace he can offer kind of hugs. Being this close to you feels right, feels like home. He pulls back, placing you at arm’s length and then he finally takes a really good look at this elf costume of yours.

It’s green, very green. The fabric looks like felt but you tell him it’s the cheap polyester that everything is made of these days. The dress is long sleeved but it cinches at your waist and flows out from there, stopping just above your knees. He takes stock of the pointed hat set atop your head at an angle and then he allows his eyes to trail further down, relishing in the bright red tights that adorn your legs to the green heels with bells on the buckles.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time,” he admits with a sly chuckle but he is far from making fun of you, this is the best thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.

“Oh, you think this is it?” you ask and Eddie’s eyes widen at the prospect of more. You take a step back, gesturing to the tiny light bulbs stitched into the fabric and then you press a button on the inside of your sleeve and you light up like a Christmas tree. “This is ridiculous but don’t you dare make fun of me.”

Eddie smiles bright and wide, thinking you must be heaven sent with how beautiful you are before him.

“It’s definitely something,” he laughs, “but it’s cute, it works for you.”

“You think so?” You spin in place, skirt flowing around you.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “so, uh, you do this every year or something?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I try to,” you reply, glancing over your shoulder at the growing crowd, “it’s fun and something to do but it’s also kind of rewarding, ya know? All these little ones are just eager to talk to Santa and I get to help them do that.”

Eddie nods, not sure what else to say. He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, taking a deep breath to quell the emotions flooding his body. You’re just supposed to be some girl, some girl, some girl but you’re everything and then so much more all at once. It’s suffocating, the way his feelings bubble up inside of him, getting lodged in his throat as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Your eyes soften when you notice the panic seeping from him. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, if this is too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“No, no, it’s not- it’s not this or you or- it’s me, it’s completely, one hundred percent, totally me.”

You reach out slowly, grasping his forearm, keeping him tethered in the moment and he’s even more grateful for your existence in this bleak world.

“Eddie?”

He takes a shuddering breath and then meets your eyes, your dazzling, wondrous, concerned eyes. Fuck it.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he admits slowly, “and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“‘Felt this way’…?”

“About you, about anyone. I don’t- I don’t do this. I don’t get close or attached, I never let anyone in but you, God, you…” He stops, a breathy laugh escaping him when your features soften in realization. “You’re perfect, like truly perfect, and I was convinced someone like you didn’t exist. But you do exist and you make me feel warm and safe and cared for and I just- I want to be a part of your life, in any way you’ll have me, even if it’s only as friends cause as much as I like you, hell, as much as I love you, I’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all.”

Eddie is breathless by the time he word vomits all of the emotions and feelings he had been pushing down, down, down for so long and you’re… staring, wide eyed and silent.

“I- I fucked this all up, didn’t I?” he asks and part of him doesn’t want to know but he needs to, needs to know if he should find the deepest, darkest hole in this town and take up permanent residence inside of it.

But to his surprise, you smile, one of those warm, inviting, caring smiles that he’s grown to adore over these past couple of months. You take a tentative step forward, gingerly cup his jaw in your hand and then your lips are pressed against his and Eddie thinks if he died right now, he’d die a happy man. Because you’re not shying away from him, not chastising him, not pushing him away; you’re bringing him in, closer and closer, allowing him to come inside and make a home inside of your heart.

“And here I was expecting you to just make fun of my costume,” you tease, lips brushing against his own, “but this, this is so much better.”

[alixlives]

Just Ask!

Day 7 of lee tommy week! the final day! Link for the prompts: https://fizzthelee.tumblr.com/post/690344255616663552/ah-why-ello-there-what-is-this-a-lee-tommy-week

Lee tommy week has come to an end and im very very burnt out, been staying up super late for these fics LMFAO but i hope u enjoyed the fics we got from this week, and i hope you enjoy this one :D

Lee!Tommy, Ler!Wilbur, CC’s

PLATONIC. SHIPPERS GO AWAY

“All you’ve gotta do is ask.”

Wilbur spoke those six words as if it were an easy thing to do. Tommy couldn’t just ask for Wilbur to tickle him! It’s embarrassing..

Wilbur was sat on Tommy’s lower thighs, just above his knees, and he let his hands free for now. Wilbur only looked at him with a smirk, and Tommy was staring into his eyes as anticipatory giggles bubbled in his throat.

“Plehease, Wihil..” Tommy whined, was Wilbur really gonna make him ask?

“Just ask! It can’t be too hard, right? I’ll demonstrate the sentence for you. ‘Please tickle me.’” Wilbur was being such a little shit, but Tommy decided he would too. At the demonstration sentence, Tommy decided to scribble his fingers all over Wilbur’s stomach.

“AHAhaye! Thahat’s ihit-“ Wilbur giggled and grabbed Tommy’s hands, pinning them under his knees.

“Cohohome on, Wihil!” Tommy whined as he tugged at his hands to try and free them.

“I got an idea. How about you ask me for those tickles you oh-so-badly want?” Wilbur suggested teasingly, resting his hands on Tommy’s sides.

Tommy’s breath hitched, giggles already flowing from his mouth. “Ihihi.. eheheh..” He struggled with his words.

“You got it Toms, come on,” Wilbur’s voice was more fond than teasy now, lightly tapping Tommy’s sides.

“Plehehease juhust tihihickle mehehe..!” Tommy squirmed at the tapping on his sides.

“As you wish, king!” Wilbur exclaimed before digging into the blonde’s sides, producing loud, squeaky laughter.

“AHAHahA! WIHIHIL!” Tommy’s sides were a bad spot, Wilbur knew that and he was fully using that knowledge to his advantage.

“Tickle tickle, Tommy~!” Wilbur cooed, switching to squeezing Tommy’s hips.

“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR! NAHAHAT THEHE HIHIHIPS!” Tommy cackled loudly, wondering how the hell the cops haven’t been called with how loud he’s screaming. That’d be a pretty embarrassing story to be telling the police..

“Tommy! I have a friend who wants to meet you!” Wilbur said, slowing the tickles but not fully stopping as he wanted to keep the teen giggling.

“Wh-whohoho?” Tommy questioned, confused as to who could possibly want to meet him right now.

“It’s… the tickle monster!” Wilbur exclaimed before scribbling his fingers all along Tommy’s tummy.

“AAAHAHA! WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR NOHOHAHAHA!” Tommy bucked and squirmed wildly, the sensations almost unbearable.

“Wilbur? Who’s Wilbur? I’m the tickle monster, silly~! Tktktktktktk~!” Wilbur teased, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Tommy’s neck, which caused the boy to screech.

“NAHA NOHOHOHO!” Tommy nearly through Wilbur off, which would’ve been a great way to escape, however Wilbur held on.

“Hmm.. I think I need one more thing before I go and you get Wilbur back,” Wilbur stated, keeping up his act as the ‘tickle monster.’

“WhAHAhat ihIHIs ihit?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious as to what he’d do.

“This!” Wilbur exclaimed before pulling Tommy’s shirt up and blowing the biggest, longest raspberry he could.

“NONONOHOHOHO! WIHIHILBUHUR! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO MUHUHUCH HOHOLY SHIHIT!” Tommy screamed louder than he ever has before, on stream atleast.

Wilbur picked his head up, pulling Tommy’s shirt down and getting off of his thighs. Tommy immediately curled into a ball, covering his hands as he leaned against Wilbur.

Once Tommy let out his remaining giggles, he uncurled and laid properly against Wilbur.

“So, did you enjoy the visit from my friend, giggles?” Wilbur asked teasingly, causing Tommy’s blush to return to his face.

“Eheh.. yeah..” Tommy admitted quietly, but Wilbur heard him nonetheless.

“I guess I’ll have to call him up here more often, then!” Wilbur exclaimed, and Tommy giggled.

“Wil?” Tommy spoke up after a few miniutes.

“Yeah, Toms?”

“Soft tickles..?” Was all Tommy could say. He was a sucker for soft tickles after being absolutely wrecked.

“Of course, king,” Wilbur smiled softly as he lightly dragged his fingers up and down Tommy’s sides. Tommy’s giggles were so high pitched and soft, Wilbur may as well of just melted to goo right then and there.

The crimeboys fell asleep on the floor that night, but neither complained. They had eachother.

[embalmic]

@valiantsword || 100 nonverbal prompts || accepting!

∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver .

Laura's heels make an echoing clack down the alleyway as she makes her way out of the club towards her car leaving behind a group of girls from work that are way so drunk that their already annoying personalities became outright fucking unbearable by the third round of overly sweet drinks that she decided she'd pass on. One beer in and an hour of her time wasted, she was completely sober and ready to run.

She hears the footsteps behind her, gives the source a cursory glance over her shoulder and gets that gross feeling in her stomach when she sees the guy. Her keys are gripped tighter, woven between her fingers until her knuckles fade to a porcelain white. When he matches her steps that pick up speed, her eyes roll to the cloudless sky overhead and she decides, "Fuck it.."

"What the fuck do you WANT," she's not quiet about it. Nothing about her seems dainty. Besides her size. She's got that going against her by miles. Doesn't matter. The way she stands there..you'd swear she was six feet tall. Even tells the guy to go to hell when he demands she fork over her purse. (Do you know how hard it is to replace your license these days? Fuck the DMV.) But that's what gets her him launching himself at her. And that's what ends up with her and a guy a set of shoulders and a head higher than her in an outright..fistfight.

She's taken her fair share of punches (she's losing but she's not gonna admit that) when she's managed to crawl up onto his back (go down fighting), a fist in his hair and one punching as hard as she can into his neck when he backs up and slams her into a wall so hard the world goes black for a second. She feels the pavement under her knees and then it all stops. There's two voices and she turns her head to look up, licking the blood off her lip to see another guy's come along and shit he takes a punch square in the jaw for her before the asshole decides he can't fight a man and is swinging trying to back off towards the exit.

"Mother fucker," she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and drags herself up onto her knees looking up at the guy who stepped in and the other trying to escape. "Yeah? What now, asshole? Christ.." God damn, now the adrenaline's gotta start wearing off. And that guy's gonna have at least a shiner for helping. "I...uh...you can..um.. I think he's gonna piss himself."

[prettyboykatsuki]

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into it | k. bakugou 

➳ tags ;; smut, praise kink (so much praise kink),d/s undertones, dumbification fem!reader, unprotected, mild dacryphilia (what else do we expect lol), pro-hero!katsuki

➳ wc ;; 1.5k

➳ a/n ;; my period came n it’s My Day so im posting this. sorry if i’m a little rusty! i haven’t written any nsfw since like? march.

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He know he’s spoiled you rotten. 

He knows this fact better than anyone else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to others, he knew it and he knew it well. The way Bakugou Katsuki finds himself stuck by your side leaves him with more questions and answers. He’s developed quite the habit of listening to your every word, clinging off your little attention and praise like it was more important than anything else. 

In a way, it was. That feeling he gets in his stomach, the pride in his chest when you bat long lashes at him and say “katsuki” the way only you ever could. You’ve got a grip on his being like nothing else. The world could be falling apart but he knows in his head he would be worrying about his baby. 

He knows he’s in love and he’s strong enough to admit it. But there’s a difference between being in loved and being whipped beyond belief or comparison. He’s indefinitely the latter.

He’s whipped out of his fucking mind. It’s ridiculous and gets more ridiculous as the days pass. The way he pours so much energy into leaving you spoiled and sated. He was always the asshole, the tough guy - but these days he questions himself for just how soft he’s gone. 

For you and only you. If anyone else had half the attitude you had with him, he’d probably rock their shit. With you, he merely sighs - grabs your face with strong hands and goes “why you bein so bratty huh?” until you’re confessing all your sins to him. It’s a religion of sorts, practice of worship. If you’re an altar, Katsuki feels like follower. Disobedience to your desires has always felt like sacrilege. 

Bakugou knows he spoils you too much. You’re not much for material but when it comes to time and attention, he’s always making room for you. Sits you in his lap while he works as long as you behave (lets you stay even if you don’t). Comes home to you. Doesn’t go out unless he’s sure you won’t be lonely. 

You didn’t particularly ask for any of it. You’re eager to let him be, but him? He seethes at the idea you’re getting your daily dose of love from anyone else. Turn his blood hot under his skin, makes his mind feel like it can’t sit still. 

So you’re spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. Bakugou would be damned if anyone came near you with the intentions of what he always intends too. 

You’re spoiled, to put it plainly. But Bakugou can’t say he hates it, no matter how much he tries 

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“Such a spoiled fuckin’ brat, huh?,” 

You shake your head, but your voice trembles in your throat when you try to reply. With the way Bakugos got your legs pinned, a hand resting on your navel with two fingers in your cunt, it’s hard to think at all. You squirm out of his reach, away from him. Everything in your body feels like it’s trembling and the pressure in your body has you dizzy and aching. 

Your clit is swollen from what feels like hours of stimulation. His mouth latches onto the swollen nerves, and goes and goes - matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of you. Every movement makes you twitch - an aching fever in your core. It’s almost painful - completely overwhelming. Bakugous determination leaves little room for error. 

“Ngh, I don’t ― aah, don’t mean to be” 

He chuckles a little at that. You can feel it reverberate against your body. When your eyes flutter open to see him between your legs, you’re sure you’re gonna cum again right away. Bakugou fucks you open with two fingers then three - stretches you out till your nice and soft. It makes you feel gooey, cum and saliva pooling onto once stain-less sheets. 

“Katsuki, ‘s enough, please - enough,” 

“Not enough baby,” he bites your thigh with sharp canines, red eyes boring into yours “Gotta be a good girl ‘n give one more. Spoiled fuckin’ brats gonna take all of it, aint she?” 

You let out something half-way between a whine and a whimper. The muscles in your thighs ache from holding still so long - from shaking. Your eyes roll up till there’s only white. Fuck you’re cumming again. How many times is it now? You can’t remember. 

It aches. Your cunt like a play-thing against the wet muscle, thick fingers that stretch you much wider than you thought possible before. He gives and gives and gives - and you take like the spoiled and greedy brat you are. When he ruins your pretty pussy into stuttered, breathless and raggedy orgasm - you take it all so greedily. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cream on my fingers, princess,” and he grunts, uses his free hand to jerk his cock. It’s stiff enough to hurt, the ache in his balls unbearable. But he’s gotta get you nice and sloppy - he likes to give it to you all in one go after all. 

Your brain feels like it’s melting, mouth dropped own and drooling. Katsuki is always so mean  but not with you. With you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin and biting claim into the flesh. You let him melt you into whatever shape he likes with the promise he’ll hold you through it. 

“Gone and fucked you real stupid, huh?” 

There’s an unmistakable affection in his words that makes you screw your eyes tight enough it hurts. Tears prick your lashes as another orgasm rips through - shreds you to pieces. 

“Katsuki” 

You hold your arms out for him, needing to cling - and he lets you like he always does. You kiss him desperately, tongue searching for desperate reprieve as he drags sticky fingers up to your mouth. You can feel his cock slide between your folds, heady heavy and throbbing against your clit. 

It’s so, so hot. It’s molten, your brain and stomach turned to complete fucking mush. You whine again - loud into his mouth. 

“Clean ‘em good or you’re not getting my cock”

You nod dumbly. His fingers slide down your throat, touch your tongue and stretches your mouth out. 

“Haah,” he chuckles against your throat “So fuckin’ messy, huh? Your mouth and your pretty little pussy are so fuckin’ soaked for me, aint they?” 

“Yeah, yeah - ‘s f’r you” 

“All for me?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth, smiling like you’ve won the fucking lottery as you look him in the eyes. So obedient and pretty and good. His dick aches. 

“Mhm” 

He has you pinned so easily underneath, grunting as your knees are brought to your ears. You yelp as he bends over you, sliding his cock against your clit - fucking right between as he looks at your desperate face. Your eyes gone hazy as you watch his cock almost catch on your hole but never quite hitting. 

“’tsuki, hngh - please”

You’re distraught. So fucking spoiled - you’re in delirium begging for his dick. You need him so bad you don’t know anything other than digging your nails into his biceps and begging over and over and over. 

“Fuck  ― fuckin’ take this dick baby, shit” 

Your brain turns to static when you feel him fill you up in one fluid motion. Katsuki is thicker than he’s big, stretches you so good you scream silently. Strong hips that make you ricochet right into the bed with each thrust, you can feel yourself cream over him. It’s humiliating. 

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pistons you. Your body jerks so violently you almost lose hold - but Bakugou placates you with a tongue in your mouth. Kisses you messy with teeth and tongue - so salacious it has your cunt fluttering. His muscular body pins you to the bed, leaves you helpless and open wide for him to take.

 Bakugou’s spoiled you so he knows how you need, knows how to make you cum even when you’re so fucked out you can’t feel the air in your lungs. 

He french kisses you because he knows that’s how you like it - his spoiled, obsessive angel that can’t quite get enough of him. He knows just how your mouth likes to be occupied, knows just what nerves to hit. 

“C-Cumming!” 

Bakugou drops his forehead on your shoulder, mouth enveloping yours. He doesn’t say anything but his fingers grip into the fat of your thigh. You can feel him in your stomach, in your cevix 

Bakugou cums in you hot and heavy and thick. He groans into your mouth - jaw tense and brows taught when he fucks his load into until it’s all mixed together. 

His eyes open to check on you, his baby. Your eyes are red and puffy with tears - but you’re smiling lazily. Scheming. He squints

“What the fuck is it, brat?”

“.. You’re only gonna give me one?” 

Goddamn it. 

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[citrus-simp]

The classic - kid walking in while having sex scenario , with bakugou for request please !

{AN}-> ahh very classic indeed ~

Warnings: sex; smut, language, getting walked in on, established relationship, proceed with caution!

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1 am, the perfect time for you both to be doing this you shouldn't. In fact, it used to be one of your favorites because according to Katsuki

"While everyone's sleeping, you'll be screaming" and he loved it

The perfect time your son could potentially wake up and be scared for life….but right now that wasn’t on your mind.

“K-katsuki~mm what are you doing?" you shift in your spot as you felt your husband begin to grin against your ass. His strong hands travel over your body giving a few squeezes every now and then. Your eyes were still closed and you were still very comfortable in sleep at the moment

"Nothin'...like feeling you..." he said in his husky morning voice. Oh god, that would always make you melt without fault. However, right now, sleep was just a bit better at the moment. "Soft...warm...sexy" he pulled you much closer and now you felt exactly what was keeping him up

" 'Suki not now, Kenji can hear," you said stretching your limbs from the tips of your toes to your fingers.

"He's sleeping right now," he said as his lips find the nape of your neck "come onnnn" he whines pulling you closer and grinding more into your ass

God, you had to admit he really did know how to move his hips. And he was really turning you on. You open your eyes completely and thought '...fuck it.' You flip over onto your other side and crash your lips onto his. Pulling you closer as your lips and tounges. He pulled your leg so that it hooked over his hip, his large hand traveling down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

"That's more like it," he said in a low husky tone sitting up with you in his lap. His lips never lost contact with your skin as he pulls your shirt off. Exposing your breasts to the cool night air, making quick due with his shirt he puts you back onto the bed and half-way rips your pants off

"I know you're wet for me already" he smirks "Besides we gotta make this a Lil quick" and just to his surprise when he spreads your knees there it was in all its glory. He smirks in a victorious way at his prediction.

"Touch yourself for me baby" he whispers taking his pants and boxers off. You honestly loved it when he asked you to touch yourself. He'd watch you while he pumped himself and he would just make you feel like the sexiest thing on this planet

"Like this?" you ask as your hand slides down your body and you begin to pleasure yourself as your hips roll against your hand

"Oh yeah, just like that baby" after getting himself hard he easily aligns himself with your entrance as you stop your movements and he slides in slowly. So slow it was unbearable but also felt like paradise. Using his quick reflexes he pins your wrists above your head as he begins to thrust into you. Gods he was perfect in every kind of way. He was big, and it wasn't a secret, had the perfect girth and slight curve upward that hit your g-spot perfectly

"Ah, Suki! Right there!" you mewl his head dives down to suck on your breast as his thrusts become quicker and harder

"Yeah, baby? Do you like that? How...how about one more...one more baby? I'll fuck a baby into you right now" he growled as he could feel you tightening around him.

"Y-yes Katsuki! M-more!" you could feel your sweet orgasm coming so close and yet....nothing.

"Mama?" you hear a small voice following the squeak of your bedroom door. Katsuki makes a fast move to throw the over you both before your son could see anything. Katsuki groans lowly both from still being inside you and from the interruption. He slowly slides out and moves off of you with a dissatisfied sigh

"Shit" you whisper "What is it, baby?" you ask grabbing Katsuki's t-shirt and slipping it on in the dark

" tummy hurts." he pouts making your heart melt

"Awwh sweetheart," you throw your legs over the edge of the bed and turn your lamp on

"Just go take a shit, you should feel better," your husband said throwing his arm over his eyes. You walk to your son and pick him up with a kiss on his head and walk down to the kitchen to get him some medicine. After some medicine, a little bit of tea, and tucking him. Little did you know Bakugou was at the door frame gazing at your bare ass as you stood up again. You had forgotten your panties and he was ready to finish what he had started.

Walking back to him he lays a spank to your ass followed by

"Get your ass back in bed, I'm not done yet"

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[bougiebutchbitch]

You’re like the only Naruro blog I follow and none of my friends have read Naruto so please I must share my thoughts with someone ;-; So I’m at about chapter 300 of the Naruto manga and this is the first time I’ve actually consumed any canon content of the series despite having dipped my toes into the fandom content before. I have a few things to get off my chest. One, I don’t really get why the fandom HATES Sakura so much. Yes, in OG Naruto, she is generally useless, but more so bc she was so sidelined completely. Her first fight against the puppet dude in Shippuden was genuinely so fun to read, and she’s actually so strong, more than I thought just based on what I’d heard prior to reading the manga!! The worst parts about the mangaka’s writing really come out when she has to deal with her feelings for Sasuke, the damsel in distress trope hits horrifying new levels of awful. If the romance hadn’t existed, I think she could have been such a better character, because then the mangaka wouldn’t have to add his such shit writing of women outside of punch heal heal medical ninja™️. (Although I will say, I do love her friendship with Naruto and I think that was written great!) Like I really do like her character but the writing is just so bad sometimes. Secondly, Sasuke. Kinda. Unbearable. I know he’s out for revenge and all that, and that he has a redemption later on but for now🥲 I can’t stand him I’m sorry 🥲. 2 edgy 4 m3. And right now, he’s kinda just. genuinely stupid. And I can’t take it. This is totally just a personal thing tho, I get that it’s a part of his character arc. Finally, I sorta get the impression that the fandom (not on tumblr but in general) really take their interpretation of characters to the extreme, and have the most one dimensional view of characters. For example, Tsunade genuinely seems like an awesome Hokage, is one of Naruto’s biggest supporters, and all the fandom sees is her boobs. Sakura is “useless” and “evil” for not returning Naruto’s feelings. They think Sasuke is a cool edgy deuteragonist who can do no wrong despite doing so many things wrong. “He tried to kill Sakura? Good!! She was useless anyway!!” So many of my views of the characters has been completely flipped on its head now that I’m actually reading the series. My view of the characters before I started reading was so skewed by an awful fandom. I really did believe that Sakura was useless, and that Hinata was somehow a better character????? And that Sasuke was actually justified in what he did, and that Tsunade was a bad hokage, to name a few. Makes me feel so stupid that I just believed it. Anyway, thats my rant! I hope this isn’t too negative or anything, but people sometimes praise this series like it’s the peak writing of all time, when there’s issues like blatant sexism (just to name one) within the writing itself and the fandom. I am really enjoying the series right now and am looking forward to what happens next!

:SCREAMS AND CLAPS VERY LOUDLY: YEAH YEAH YEAH

The women in Nar/uto are done dirty BOTH by Kish/imoto and a fair proportion of the fandom. I understand why some parts of the fandom venerate Sak/ura to make up for this and act like she was written amazingly, but I gotta admit, I find that annoying as well jhfjfgjdgjf.

Tsu/nade is honestly one of the few women in Nar/uto who I genuinely love to watch! I love that she's allowed to be messy and drunken and a gambler, but she's also got a strong head for politics, and she's amazing on the battlefield. And honestly, who better to run a country than someone who can run a hospital??? You need a similar mentality, lolololol. Like, yeah, she makes some poor decisions! As does every leader in the history of ever. But she's fun to watch and this is fantasy, so that's what counts!

Her obvious love and care for Nar/uto and Kon/oha are so sweet. The forehead kiss got me all kinds of soft. What a badass granny! I also shamelessly shipped her and Shi/zune even as a kid, shhhhh

I think I love certain interpretations of fanon!Sak/ura a lot more than canon!Sa/kura - she does have INCREDIBLE moments in the show, which I adore, and she's allowed to be both physically strong and emotionally vulnerable, which is awesome. But so much of her arc centres on Sas/uke, the edgelord who I was mildly obsessed with when I first watched at 13, but now just see as your average... well, 16/17 yo EDGELORD, and it makes me roll my eyes up into the stratosphere. The ending of her arc will never not make me cringe. Especially since she has her bangs back... like... kish/imoto... mmm. I think I'm maddest that she has SUCH POTENTIAL to be an amazing character, and it wasn't really tapped into - it felt like she was constantly sidelined to focus on the boys' arcs.

As for Sas/uke himself... A lot of his fans will happily ignore every awful thing he does just because he absolutely has a point about Kon/oha being terrible and needing reform (am I still pissed about how very little of importance changed in Bor/uto??? maybe so.... put the fucking frontline fighting age up to 18 at least, jfc). Like - don't get me wrong! I love that he does terrible things! I think he deserves to be a little bit unhinged, and it kinda suits his character as, again a 16/17 yo edgelord. That's just what they're like. But he's very much an Ends Justify The Means guy and I can't take anyone seriously who argues that a vengeful, bloodthirsty child becoming dictator of all ninjalands would've been the better option, actually.

THANK YOU FOR RANTING, I love to hear it!

[sortasirius]

“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this.  Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary.  Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this.  I’m coming apart.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof.  If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE?????  PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth.  The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain.  It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt.  Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.”  Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters.  Hm.  Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others?  Because I do.  He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around.  But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization.  Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name?  Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen.  Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen.  About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her.  This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode?  He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given?  Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters.  Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him.  He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter.  Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant???  I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board.  It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back.  He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech.  His guilt, his regret.  The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap.  All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck.  Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along.  We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now.  Everybody’s gonna die, Cas.  Everybody.  I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc.  Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me.  I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows.  He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life.  When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like.  I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have. 

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being.  It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is.  To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean.  You see yourself the same way our enemies see you.  You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument.  And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are.  It’s not.  And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.  You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love.  That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth.  You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know.  You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared.  I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. 

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake.  Don’t love me.  Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me.  Don’t leave me.  Don’t love me.  Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought.  One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything.  It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him.  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this.  Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve.  Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will.  We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen.  But they did it.  They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit.  They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story.  This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen.  Dean is missing Cas.  That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them.  Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back.  Chuck will not win.  That’s not the story being told, and right now?  He’s winning.  He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.”  “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road.  It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one.  “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas.  Together.

[q-gorgeous]

Confession

fanfiction

ao3

hidey hey guys a new fic for shiptember and what ship do u guys think i wrote about it could be anyones guess

Dash paced back and forth across his room. He hadn’t ever told anyone about this before. Not even Kwan. But he needed to talk about it with someone or else he felt like he was going to explode. 

He tried as hard as he could to push down these feelings. To ignore them as long as he could. Everything he did to combat them was all for not though because they came back every time. Dash ran his hands through his hair and walked back across his room. He was going to seem insane. 

But the first step was admitting it. Today he was going to admit that he had feelings for-

“What’s crackalackin?”

Dash jumped at the voice that was suddenly in his room. He spun around to see Phantom floating in the air over his bed. Phantom snorted. 

“What’s got you all strung up?”

Dash opened and closed his fists as he looked away from Phantom, avoiding eye contact. “It’s about that thing that I wanted to talk about.”

“Okay shoot.”

Dash’s fists continued opening and closing as he started his pacing again. 

“I needed to talk to someone about this, but I didn’t know who because honestly this is kinda weird. So, I figured you would be a good choice. Because you’re dead and you probably don’t talk to a lot of people.”

“Wow.” Phantom rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Dash.”

“I can do this.” Dash whispered. He looked at Phantom. “Ok. ok ok ok.” He covered his eyes and flopped onto his back on the bed. “I like Danny Fenton.”

Phantom eyes widened and he gawked at Dash. 

“You like Danny Fenton? I thought you hated him.”

Dash groaned. “I don’t hate him.” He removed his hands from where they were covering his eyes. “Wait, does he think I hate him?!”

“I mean, you did wail on him everyday when you guys were freshmen, so. What else would he be expected to think?” Phantom asked him. Dash turned teary eyes to Phantom and Phantom sighed. 

“Okay. Assuming he doesn’t hate you, what are you going to do about it?” Phantom crossed his arms and looked down at Dash.

“What do you mean what am I going to do about it? I can’t do anything about it!” Dash wailed. “Why can’t you do anything about it?”

“Because it’s weird!”

“Wow, I’m sure he’d love hearing that.” Phantom rolled his eyes. 

“That’s not what I mean! He’s not weird.” A look crossed Dash’s face. “Well maybe he’s a little weird. But in a good way. What I meant is that it’s weird because he’s another guy. Guy’s aren’t supposed to like guys.”

Phantom floated down to sit on the bed next to Dash. “Says who?”

“Uh, everyone?” Dash said, sitting up. “The entire football team, tv shows, my dad.”

“Not everyone thinks like that.” Phantom leaned back on his hands. 

Dash snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“No, I'm serious. I’m bi.”

Dash’s eyes widened as he stared at Phantom. “You’re shitting me right now.”

“Nope.” Phantom said, popping the P. 

“But you’re a superhero!”

Phantom furrowed his brows. “What’s that got to do with anything?” 

“Superheroes are supposed to be cool and manly and strong!” Dash flexed his arms in demonstration. “It’s not cool to like guys.”

Phantom tsked. “Well, I think the guy that I like is very cool, no matter what you think.”

Dash looked at Phantom. “You like someone? Who is it?”

“Nope, not telling you.” Phantom said. Dash started pouting. “Nope, not unless you go talk to the Fenton kid.”

“What?!” Dash exclaimed. “I can’t go talk to Fenton! My feelings for him have become so unbearable that he’ll probably notice if I go talk to him!” 

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes!” Dash threw his hands up into the air. 

Phantom sighed. “Okay well, I can’t make you do anything. But if you really like him I think you should go talk to him. Even if it’s just starting with a friendly conversation. He might surprise you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Phantom mimed zipping his lips shut. “You’ll never know unless you talk to him!”

“Phantom!” 

“Okay, well, I gotta go! Bye, Dash!”

“Hey-!” 

And then Phantom was gone. 

Maybe Phantom was right. Maybe he could do this.

[sapnotfoundbutwastaken]

hey!! im new to tumblr but i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a request for me? basically the reader is assigned to share a dorm with someone in your university, but it so happens that your dorm mate is dream, but you both hate eachother. you can try working out how they start to get a long. it could be something like angry sex or some shit but idk, feel free to play around with it!!!

brat • dream smut

a/n : welcome to tumblr, anon !! so glad you like my writing, here you go :)

POV: first person

gn!reader

pronouns: they / them

gn!physiology

warnings: smut/nsfw, enemies to lovers, “sir”, degradation, very very VERY dom/sub, bottom!reader

University. It was most definitely a mixed bag; you shove your hand into it and have no clue what you’re gonna grab out of it. Was I gonna be sitting out on the grass with my new lifelong best friends, or was I gonna end up in miserable and making half-joking comments about how much I hate my life? I guess the answer ended up being neither, but something much more complicated.

I walked into my dorm room for the first time. It was pretty bare, both of the beds completely stripped of sheets, pillows, and blankets. I walked in, taking in the new environment that I was gonna be surrounded by for the next few months until my first break. ‘This looks... depressing,’ I thought, putting down my backpack as well as the suitcases full of all of my things. I began to unpack.

I heard a person come open the door to the room. “Hey, I’m Clay... I think you’re my roommate. You can call me Dream.” I spun around, looking at him. I simply nodded, not knowing what exactly to say.

“Uh, yeah, I’m [y/n].” I turned back to my clothes, letting the silence that was once there envelope the room once again. He tended to his side of the room as I tended to mine.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” I rolled my eyes. ‘Oh god, he’s one of those people.’

“Uh, I mean I just don’t really know you yet.” I pulled my sheets out of one of the suitcases, unfolding them.

“That’s dumb, how are you gonna get to know me if you’re all quiet?” I ignored his question. I know that simply letting him talk will give me all of the information I need to know about him. “See, you don’t even know what to say, I’m right.” ‘Cocky much?’

“I don’t need to talk to you to know you.” I could almost feel his glare into the back of my head.

He scoffed, “No, you don’t need to talk to me to make assumptions. Tell me one thing you know about me.”

I turned around and looked at him. “First, people only show their good side, so I like to make my own observations of their behavior. For example, you’re cocky as fuck.”

He rolled his eyes, turning back to his bed to unpack his things. “Okay, then here’s my ‘observation’, you’re a bitch.”

“Okay, and you’re an asshole.” I retorted, childishly, before putting in my headphones and deciding to ignore him as much as possible. ‘Out of every fucking person I could be paired with... why him?’

-

I walked from the bus stop up the stairs of the dorm building and to my shared room with... him. Dream, as he told me to call him. As much as I hated his attitude and almost everything about his annoying personality, I had to admit that after a month I was coming around in a way. Maybe I didn’t find him completely unbearable, but I definitely still didn’t like him.

I entered the space and set my bag next to my desk. Dream was laying on his bed, looking at his phone. “Hey, I’m having like 3 friends over here tonight, so could you find a place to stay?” I looked at him, my expression dripping with ‘say deadass’.

“Uh, no? You can’t tell me things like this last minute, dude. This is my place, too,” I stated, letting the truth onto him. His attention darted from his phone to me.

“I can’t just cancel!” He exclaimed in defense.

“Yes you can, and you will! Reschedule it for another time.” He was silent, staring at me.

“Fine,” He mumbled after a moment of quiet. I turned to my desk, taking out my homework for the day and setting it down. I walked into our shared bathroom with some comfortable clothes and turned on the shower. Stripping off my clothing, I stepped in as soon as it was hot enough. I sighed in content, the steaming water caressing my body and relaxing my muscles. 

After a bit of washing myself and relaxing, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the tile. As I changed into my clothes, I could hear Dream talking through the door, “They’re fucking annoying, man, but they’re hot so whatever, I guess.” My eyes widened as he spoke. ‘...me?’

I can’t say that I never found him hot. He’s tall, broad shoulders, pretty green eyes... who wouldn’t be attracted to him? He’s hot, but he’s a dumbass, and I think that’s the only thing that was stopping me from pursuing him.

I walked out after I finished drying my hair, bringing the blonde boy’s attention to me. “I gotta go, talk to you later,” He rushed out, hanging up in a hurry. I quirked a brow at him in confusion.

“What was that about?” I asked, taking a seat at my desk.

“Had to cancel. Nothin’ else.” I chuckled at his attempt to not share much.

“So who’s this hot but annoying person you were talking about?” I questioned, my eyes changing course to look at his face.

His cheeks flared up, his freckled skin turning pink. “Don’t listen in on my phone conversations, bitch,” He said harshly.

I stood up. “Excuse me? Listen, I already told you to stop talking to me like that-”

“You’re so hot when you look like that,” He interrupted me. Now it was my turn to start blushing.

“L-Like what?” I asked, half mumbling.

“When you get all worked up. That’s why I like bothering you so much.” I was stuck in my spot, unsure of what to say to that. The thought of Dream finding me hot was so insanely flustering for whatever reason, and it never occurred to me until that moment. 

He got up, walking over to me. I looked up and into his eyes. “Sometimes, when you make me really mad, I think about slamming you into your mattress,” He said, quietly, making the rasp in his voice stick out. “And just taming you... because you’re just such a brat, sometimes.” My breath got caught in my throat, I felt like I couldn’t even speak. “Sometimes a brat needs to be put in their place, don’t you think?” I nodded. “Use your words.”

“I, uh- yes, sir,” I stuttered out. A smirk pulled at his lips, and his hand made it’s way up to my cheek, cupping my face. He slowly pushed his thumb between my lips, causing me to start sucking it. He pulled it out, my mouth releasing it with a quiet ‘pop’.

“Get on your knees, angel.” I obeyed immediately and got down on my knees. “You wanna undo my belt?”

I nodded, eagerly. “Yes, please?” He nodded, humming an ‘mhm’. I bit my lip as I undid his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. I glanced up at his face before unzipping them as well and pulling them down. I could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. I slowly and softly palmed him over the thin material, eliciting a low, quiet moan.

“Take them off, sweetheart.” I nodded and pulled down his underwear, his cock springing up due to the sudden freedom. I licked the palm of my hand before wrapping it around his shaft and slowly moving it up and down. I looked up at his face, seeing his lip between his teeth as I touched him.

“Can I use my mouth, sir?” I asked him, even though I already know the likely answer.

He nodded, “Mhm, use your mouth.” I softly licked the tip of his member before wrapping my lips around it, sucking lightly. I started bobbing my head, taking more of him in my mouth every time I went back down. “Do you think you can deep-throat me, angel?”

I nodded. “C-Can I do that, sir?” He nodded, his hand making it’s way into my hair. I slowly started to take more of him in my mouth, eventually getting to the point of him hitting the back of my throat. I choked a little but pushed through it. I continued to take as much as I could down my throat, Dream softly fucking my face.

“Just like that, baby,” He groaned as I continued to bob my head. He pulled a bit on my hair, sending heat down between my legs. He pulled my head off of his dick by my hair, a string of spit bridging the gap. “Get on the bed, safe word is puppy.” I nodded and jumped up off of the floor and onto my bed.

He yanked my sweatpants down, pulling down my underwear with it. I pulled my shirt over my head and he did the same to himself. “You want my cock, baby? Look at how turned on you are.”

I let out a soft moan as he rubbed me right where I needed it. “I want it so bad, sir, please..” I begged. He bit his lip before pulling a bottle of lube out of his dresser.

“Get on your stomach, I’m gonna fuck your pretty little hole from behind.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I followed his directions. I could hear the slippery liquid being drizzled and spread all over his cock, it only made me want him more.

He slowly pushed into me, making a moan uncontrollably escape my lips. “Fuck...” I whispered.

“Yeah, you like feeling all full, don’t you? Such a fuckin’ whore for me,” He teased slowly moving with my permission. He gradually sped up, the two of us letting out moan after moan, the sound of our skin colliding being the only other sound filling the room. “You’re such a goddamn brat,”

“I... I know, sir... please- please don’t stop!” His hand made it’s way into the roots of my hair, pulling it, making it hurt so perfectly.

“Yeah? Don’t stop?” He asked, breathlessly as he started going faster. “I’m not gonna stop, angel.” I bit my lip, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he pounded into me.

I touched myself as he fucked me, making everything feel double as good. “S...s-sir, I-I’m gonna... D-Dream, please!” I let out incoherent sentences.

“Aw, look, you can barely talk. Come on, sweetheart, cum for me like a good little slut.” The knot in my stomach fell apart as he spoke, a loud moan leaving my body once again. He let me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking himself and releasing all over my back. I bit my lip as I felt the warm liquid hit my skin.

He laid down beside me. “What do we say?” He asked, teasingly.

I giggled. “Thank you, sir.”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

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Prompts: (I’ve never requested anything before, so I apologize if I’m not doing this right) Would you be willing to write something where Janus (nervously) goes to Remus because he wants to get clean from self-harm, but realizes that he needs help/can’t do it alone? - anon

If you’re still taking requests, can you write a side (preferably janus, but anyone works) having a pretty rough time and resorting to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with it, and then one (or multiple) other sides help him? Love your works! - anon

Ah yes more of these. Y'all know what time it is!

CHECK POINT TIME MY DUDES~

unclench your jaw roll them shoulders back drink something go to the bathroom eat something look away from the screen for three goddamn CONSECUTIVE seconds

okay cool now you may proceed love you very much

Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm. Very brief description of scale removal

Pairings: platonic dukeceit

Word Count: 2187

It’s when Thomas catches him with one of his scales missing that he knows he needs this to stop.

The problem is that he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Not until it’s too late. One of his fingers will just…accidentally catch the wrong edge of a scale and then he’ll slip his fingers under it and pull and…off it pops.

Well, it doesn’t really pop off.

If he’s being honest—heh—it’s part of the reason he started wearing the gloves all the time, not just when he has to go and perform for the rest of them. If he could hide his nails beneath the fabric then maybe it would be more difficult to pop them off.

But the seams of the fabric are even better at snagging on the uneven scales. He swears they were built to find the little ones that didn’t sit quite right with the others. How wonderful.

Most of the time he can hide it.

Not all the time.

It’s when Thomas starts frowning at his hand halfway through filming a video that he snaps.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing, it’s just—“ he waves to the glove— “there’s a—you got something there, bud.”

Janus glances down and notices the stain.

Shit.

“I’m sure it’ll take you by surprise to know that Remus is far from the paragon of cleanliness,” he remarks dryly, waving the hand out of sight.

Virgil snorts. “Uh-huh.”

Roman rolls his eyes. “Did he at least use the plastic tarps I dropped off?”

“Oh, there were supposed to be tarps?”

“You know, that’s enough of an answer.”

The conversation steers back on track but Janus keeps his fist clenched out of sight.

Too close. Thomas is not allowed to know. Janus may not be able to hide as much as he would like from Thomas but this Thomas will not know.

And…alright, maybe the feeling of too-raw skin rubbing against the inside of the glove is getting a little unbearable.

Maybe the fact that he has to keep his face turned away at all times is starting to grate on his insecurity.

Maybe trying to stop picking at his hands makes it difficult to keep the gloves on even though they’re the only thing keeping him sane some of the time.

…maybe he needs help.

Janus looks down at his hands, shakily pulling on his gloves and standing. He glances in the mirror and winces. Even for him, he looks like he’s trying to hide something. He makes a point to avoid the living room at all costs.

Remus’s door is ajar but the room is dark. He glances up and down the corridor, maybe Remus has gone into the Imagination. Then the toilet down the hall flushes and he sighs.

“Don’t tell me,” he says as Remus emerges, “you’ve ruined your own bathroom again?”

“I wouldn’t say ruined,” Remus chortles, “it’s a masterpiece! I just can’t use much of it right now.”

“Thrilling, I’m sure everyone will be glad to hear it.”

Remus just waves him off. “What’s up, Jan-Jan, haven’t seen you in ages.”

Janus blinks. “You saw me ten minutes ago.”

He rolls his eyes. “The point, Jan, is that you don’t come around anymore and I’m bored.”

“Well, if you’re so easily bored…”

“Hey, nuh-uh, you just showed up, no leaving!”

He pretends that Remus dragging him into his room is the opposite of what he wanted.

“Take a seat,” Remus sings gleefully, plopping down onto the floor and wriggling around like a worm on a string. Not far off. “Talk to me!”

Janus sits, doing his best to avoid whatever that is and folding his hands. He drums his fingers nervously against each other.

“What’s going on, Jan-Jan,” Remus asks, and ah, Remus has figured out something is wrong, “are you okay?”

“I need your help,” he decides on eventually, “to hide something from Thomas.”

Remus quirks an eyebrow. “You know that’s not anywhere near my specialty right?”

“And here I thought you were the picture of subtlety.”

“What’re you trying to hide?”

Janus swallows. Then he shakily peels off the glove and offers his hand to Remus. Remus takes it, frowning at his face before he turns to examine the scales. He runs his thumb gently over the places where scales meet flesh and turns Janus’s hand over.

He sweeps a finger down the scales and his nail catches a rough one.

Janus flinches.

Remus’s eyes widen as he takes in the patchwork of missing scales and sucks in a breath. “…Jan?”

“Thomas can’t know,” Janus bites out, “I have to hide it.”

Remus fixes him with a look. “And what else?”

“What else?”

“No lies,” he reminds, harsh tone a sharp contrast to the gentle movement of his thumb on Janus’s hand, “that includes lies of omission.”

Janus’s hand twitches in Remus’s grasp and he takes a deep breath.

“I can’t stop it,” he whispers after a moment, “I need your help.”

“Okay.” Remus gives his hand a tug. “Come closer.”

Janus shuffles forward on the floor, shame burning his cheeks. Remus tuts and raises a hand to pat his face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Snakey,” he says quietly, “this is hard. Talking about it is hard for most people, it’s gonna be harder for you.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not perfect. It’s hard. And you lie.”

“A lot.”

“A lot,” Remus agrees, laying Janus’s scaled hand in his lap, “so it’s gonna be hard.”

Janus takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “What do I do?”

“First off, stop looking like I’m about to have you executed by a pack of hyenas with machetes.” Remus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not mad at you, Snakey, and I don’t exactly have any authority over you.”

Janus huffs.

“Jan, look at me.”

Janus looks. Remus’s expression softens a little.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m not mad at you, it’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna deal with this. This is hard, this is mean. It’s okay.”

“…you don’t think I’m being a hypocrite?”

“If you are—I said if, bitch,” he says when Janus huffs again, “you’re far from the only one here and you’re far from being to blame for it.”

“What?”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Have you met the other people we live with?”

“…fair enough.”

Remus squeezes his hand. “It’s not gonna be easy, Jan, but it’s okay. I’m proud of you.”

Janus scoffs. “What on earth do you have to be proud of me for?”

“Okay first, don’t like the way you said ‘me,’ second, this is hard, Jan, admitting you need help and coming to find it? That’s not easy.”

Oh.

Janus swallows the lump in his throat and squeezes Remus’s hand back. “…so what do I do?”

“First, do you actually want to stop?”

Janus’s head snaps up. “What?”

Remus doesn’t waver. “Do you actually want to stop? ‘Cause this is only gonna work if you do.”

Does he want to stop?

It would be bad if Thomas found out. It would be bad if the others found out. He would have to deal with their looks and their whispers and he doesn’t want that.

If he grew all his scales back, if the scars faded, would it be like it never happened? Then he…then it would just be gone. He wouldn’t have it anymore. The scars hurt to get but something…something about them tugged on the string in his gut that made him feel safe.

Was that slight tug worth it?

Was it worth the gloves? The worry of someone finding out? The stinging showers? The look on Thomas’s face?

“…yeah,” he mumbles after a while, “yeah, I want to stop.”

“Okay.” Remus gives his hand another squeeze. “I’m real proud of you, you know that, right?”

“Alright, alright,” he mumbles, still ignoring the heat in his face, “that’s enough.”

Remus laughs and pulls him closer. “Gimme a hug, Jan.”

“Fine.”

Surely Remus can’t tell how much he really wants to hug him by how tightly all of the arms wrap around him. Remus chuckles into the crook of his neck and he definitely believes that Janus is being forced into this hug and there’s no way he’d be doing it on his own.

Remus definitely believes him.

“Hey, hey,” Remus murmurs, rubbing his back, and oh, he’s crying, “shh, Jan-Jan, it’s okay, I gotcha. You’re alright now, it’s okay.”

Janus turns his head into the crook of Remus’s neck. Remus is warm against his scales.

“It’s okay, I gotcha.” Remus squeezes him tighter. “You just sit here with me for a minute, ‘kay?”

They sit. For a while. Remus holds him close. It’s warm.

“Hey,” he mumbles after a while, “do you still wanna do the next part now, or do you wanna wait a little bit?”

Janus squeezes his eyes shut and pulls back. “We can do it now.”

“Okay.” Remus cups his hands in his lap and concentrates. Then a little glass jar appears. “Here.”

Janus takes it warily. “What is this for?”

“You. Now pick something you like. Something small that you can have a lot of. Eyeballs, old octopus suckers, paperclips, fuses, glue, wicks…you know, office supplies.”

Despite himself, Janus chuckles. “I forgot that was a Disney movie.”

Remus’s mouth falls open. “Oh, we are so watching that for movie night.”

“Is that tonight?”

“Think so.” He nudges Janus. “You got something?”

“…buttons?”

Remus grins and in a few moments, he holds a massive plastic bag of little buttons. “Like these?”

Janus nods.

“Great. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” He takes one of the buttons out of the bag. “Every day you can go without hurting yourself, you put one of these in the jar.”

The button clatters to the bottom of the jar.

“…that’s it?”

“Uh-huh. But if you break the streak you gotta take ‘em all out.”

“I see.” Janus looks into the jar. The lone button sits at the bottom. It looks so small. “Do I…do I get something if I fill up the jar?”

“Do you want to get something?”

He shrugs. “I’ve never been very good at the whole…self-imposed reward system. Because I can always just have it now and it’s fine.”

Remus snorts. “That sounds like you trying to give yourself deadlines and then being like ‘wait I know the guy who made these and he’s full of shit.’”

“Exactly.”

Remus nudges his shoulder. “Then don’t do that. Just set little goals to start with. Get one button. Then get another.”

“…one day at a time?”

“That’s how this shit works. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“You say as if turtle soup isn’t your favorite.”

“Turtle soup is a fucking delicacy, you whore.”

“You’ve been watching too much UNHhhh without me.”

“Then fucking watch it with me.”

“Thank you, Remus,” Janus mumbles, leaning his head on Remus’s shoulder, “I, um, I don’t know if I’m gonna be any good at this.”

“Be patient with yourself, Snakey, healing isn’t a linear process.”

“I know that…”

“But it never hurts to have someone else reassure you,” he murmurs, his breath warming the top of Janus’s head, “we’re here for you, Jan-Jan. You don’t have to tell us everything, just let us help you.”

Janus stiffens. “Do you think the others will…”

“They’ll ask if they worry—“

“Which they will.”

“—but they respect you, Jan,” Remus finishes, “and they’ll back off when you tell ‘em to. I’m sure you just have to tell them you’re working through some shit and they’ll ask if they can help in any way.”

“But I don’t have to tell them.”

“No, of course not.” Remus finds his hand and squeezes it. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

“So you’ve said.”

“But do you know it?”

Janus turns his head to let his forehead rest against Remus’s. “Yeah, Remus, I do.”

“Good. Now come on, the day’s almost over. Let’s get you to dinner and movie night and see if we can get you that first button.”

“They’ll agree to watch The Lost Empire, right?”

Remus gives him a look. “Logan loves Milo, don’t let him tell you different—“

Janus snorts.

“—Patton is happy to do anything that makes you happy—“

“Remus!”

“—Roman wants to watch Disney always, all the time—“

“True.”

“—and Virgil is always going to make fun of obvious villains that no one is surprised by.”

Janus can’t stop laughing and Remus wraps an arm around his waist.

“You’re gonna be fine, Jan,” he says softly, “we gotcha.”

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[winwinnns]

as good as me s f a

fellow jaemin simps, i decided to put these two asks together because they were perfect lol

jealous sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering (from rec), penetration.

“you really like him huh...”

you and haechan were sitting on the counters in your kitchen. haechan always gave you great advice.

“well yeah of course i like him. he’s my best friend.”

jaemin. while haechan guided you through the toughest parts of your life, jaemin was your rock.

“no y/n. don’t dance around it. the best way to cope with something like this is to acknowledge your feelings.”

you sigh and lean your head against the cabinet.

“fine. i love him.”

“see that wasn’t too hard.”

“i don’t know what to do. he’s been my friend for so long, and i doubt he’d want to change anything.”

haechan listened quietly.

“i guess i’ve loved him for a while. he treats me so good all the time. he’s makes me so happy. but i know he wouldn’t want to date me. we almost did. you remember that?”

haechan chuckled.

“i do.”

“we were both so over our exes and... we were desperate. and we know each other so well we wouldn’t fight about anything.”

“you’ve thought a lot about this haven’t you?”

you bite your lip and nod.

“it’s just so frustrating.”

“i know.”

he slides off of the counter and stands next to you. he takes your hand and holds it.

“you’ll get through it y/n. i know you will.”

that night you laid in your bed, thinking. you needed someone to distract you from him. so, you went on tinder. you found this guy named lucas.

he was really nice and pretty. not like, jaemin pretty, no one could top that. but he was cute. and the stroke game? fire.

you messed around with him for a couple months. it made you forget about your best friend in the moment, but once he left, you spiraled all over again.

there was a party coming up, jeno, a mutual friend of you and jaemin, invited you both. you texted jaemin the day of, making sure he was coming. you didn’t really feel like going anywhere without your other half.

y/n😼🪱

hey jaem you’re going to jeno’s party right

jaem 👁👁

hey loser

yeah i’m going

y/n😼🪱

just making sure

jaem 👁👁

you’d miss me wouldn’t you

y/n😼🪱

🙄🙄 whatever you gotta tell yourself. see you soon

you dropped your phone somewhere on the bed and started to get ready.

there was a knock at your door. you were looking at your outfit in the mirror. it was cute. it made you look hot. you went to answer the door. jaemin was leaning against the doorway.

“hi princess.”

you flushed.

“don’t call me that that’s gross!”

your heart fluttered, but you ignored it. you shoved him in the shoulder. he laughed and shoved you back.

“you ready?”

you nod and walk with him to his car. on the way to the party you talked about the guy you met.

“there’s no way he’s that hot. i think that’s your imagination y/n.”

“no way!! he’s literally burning bro.”

“he’s not as hot as me right?”

you sigh. of course not. jaemin was your type.

“i dunno... he’s pretty hot”

“ouch”

you both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence

it was a smaller party than you thought it would be. you and jaemin walked in together. haechan sauntered over to you.

“hello bitches.”

he was drunk.

“you guys kiss yet?”

super drunk.

jaemin laughed while you froze. haechan was good with keeping things to himself. he’d never reveal your feelings for jaemin, even when he was drunk, but he would definitely tease you.

you an haechan were standing next to eachother in a corner.

“are you gonna tell him~?” he slurred

you punched him in the arm.

“no.”

“then i’m gonna.”

“what?”

“i’m gonna tell him. you have been..”

he paused, thinking of the words he wanted to say.

“been so obvious. he probably knows.”

you scoffed.

“don’t tell him”

“i’m gonna.”

“do it and i’ll kiss you.”

if he were sober, he would’ve grimaced. instead he smirked.

“do it. kiss me.”

“don’t tell him.”

“i won’t if you do it.”

you rolled your eyes and kissed him.

“you happy?”

he smiled. you scoffed and went to go find someone else to talk to.

you found some people and were having a pleasant conversation when jaemin pulled you aside.

“what the hell was that?”

“what do you mean?”

“why did you do that?”

“do what?”

“kiss haechan!”

shit. he saw you.

“jaemin he just- it’s complicated.”

jaemin scoffs.

“too complicated for you to tell me about it?”

you ran your fingers through your hair aggressively.

“what’s it to you anyways? it’s not like you’re super close to him.”

“i’m super close to you.”

you went silent. jaemin was frustrated. he hated that you kissed him. he didn’t give you time to answer, walking away.

you felt devastated. you wish you could explain yourself, but you couldn’t. not without confessing.

jaemin sat outside, he finally had some time to think. you kissed haechan. he felt so many emotions. he didn’t want you to kiss him, he didn’t want to to feel anything romantic for him.

he knew you wanted him. he could tell, you’d been acting different in the most recent years. his feelings towards you were complicated. well, complicated to him. to put it simply, he loved you. but he was scared. he felt the exact same way about you that you felt about him. he loved you so much, and seeing you with other people hurt him. but he didn’t want to ruin anything.

he loved you.

you walked outside and stood with him. neither of you said anything. you held his hand.

“do you love him?”

jaemins face was serious. he wasn’t looking at you.

“what? no!”

“really?”

he wanted you to say it. he was ready now. he wanted you. and he knew you wanted him.

you couldn’t admit it. you couldn’t tell him you loved him. you’d lose too much. you’d lose him.

“fine, i love haechan.”

that was the biggest lie you’ve ever told him. and you rarely lied to him. you felt so gross. you wanted to take it back.

“haechan?”

that pissed him off. haechan?? really? he could treat you so much better than that.

jaemin scoffed.

“really y/n. haechan?”

you were about to cry. this was too much. you hated lying to him. it was the worst feeling ever.

“yes.”

he moved closer to you and held your chin. your heart was pounding. what the fuck was happening. he brought his lips to brush against yours.

“you really think haechan will treat you better than me?”

jaemin didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt good. you gulped you felt guilty for liking this. he’s your best friend. you two shouldn’t be acting like this. you shake your head.

“mm... then why do you want him?”

you’re entire body was on fire. this is what you wanted. you wanted jaemins lips on yours forever.

“i don’t.” you confess.

he hums and pushed his lips onto yours. tingles went up and down your body. finally. after years of wanting, he was kissing you. he pulled away.

“is this okay?” he whispered

“yes please keep going.”

he smiled and kissed you again. it was harsh. he bit your lip.

“we should go home.”

you nod.

the air in the car was thick. the 10 minute drive felt like hours.

when you got to his apartment he pushed you against a wall. he kissed down your jaw. he bit the skin and you whined.

he slid your pants down your legs, and brought his hand to your heat. he chuckled.

“you think haechan would make you this wet by kissing you?”

you shake your head.

“say it.”

“no jaemin”

you wiggle in his hand.

“so eager. you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

you have. there’s been so many nights you got off thinking about how he would touch you.

he ran his fingers up and down your slit, lubricating his them. he pushed two into you. you moaned. he quickly pumped his fingers

“fuck jaemin.”

“that’s right princess say my name.”

you clenched around his fingers. that was so fucking hot. he was so fucking hot. his eyes were dark and full of want, looking down at you.

“mm you’re close already.”

you nod. he speeds up his fingers.

“you gonna cum?

“yes jaemin please!”

he pulls his fingers out of you. you whine loudly.

“i know baby.”

he leaned into your ear.

“feels empty without me doesn’t it...”

your body erupted in goosebumps.

“... don’t worry princess. i’ll fill you up again.”

his words made you moan. he motioned for you to follow him. you took your pants off all the way and followed him.

“lay down.”

you do so, plopping into his bed facing him. he spits in his hand and jerks himself off until he’s slick enough. he slides into you and moans.

“fuck princess... you’re so tight.”

he slowly thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spot.

“fuck jaem! feels good!”

you didn’t know if you liked calling him by his nickname while he was fucking you, but something about it made you more excited.

jaemin scoffs.

“already? baby i’m barely even fucking you.”

he picks up the pace, making you whine pathetically.

“you sound so pretty doll.”

you lock eyes.

“just for me right?”

you nod feverishly. he speeds up, fucking you at an ungodly speed. you felt so fucking good.

“think haechan could fuck you like this? make you feel as good as me?”

“no!” you were losing your mind. he was fucking you so good, and you loved it. you loved him.

“fuck princess i’m close.”

you clench around him, signaling you were close too. he goes impossibly faster, you could barely hold in your moans.

“i wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

you moaned loudly.

“that’s it baby.”

jaemin brought his hand down to rub your clit. you whimpered as tears welled up in your eyes. it felt so good it was almost unbearable. you came in seconds.

“fuck.”

after you came down, jaemin kept going. you whined at the sensitivity

“i’m sorry baby i’m almost there.”

with a couple more fast thrusts he released inside you. he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“you’re crushing me.” you groaned.

“suck it up.”

you scoff.

“you’re such a big baby.”

“but your big baby... right?”

your eyes widened.

“i i mean-“

he hummed.

“yeah...”

he giggled and sat up next to you.

“i love you y/n.”

you looked at him. he loved you. this whole time he loved you and you didn’t even notice. you smiled.

“i love you too jaemin.”

he smiled.

“you should totally call me baby.”

he rolled his eyes.

“okay baby”

you grinned.

“what do you want me to call you?”

he thought for a minute, his smile stretching.

“sexy.”

you sighed.

“jaemin i’m not gonna call you sexy.”

“why not. i am aren’t i?”

“yes but i’m not calling you that daily.”

“i think you should.”

“i’ll call you it once a month how’s that?”

he looked at you smugly.

“pay up.”

you rolled your eyes.

“okay sexy.”

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[tainted-wine]

I hope you don’t mind this being exclusive for the Pro-Heroes!

(NSFW)

Papers? Check. Writing utensils? Check. Lube? Check.

You were primed and ready to begin this cocktastic journey. Completing this project will be a great benefit to Thirstology. You can’t believe that they put their trust in you to collect such valuable information from several willing participants. There’s no way you’re going to let the people at National Thirst Studies down.

With your lower body completely bare, you and your ambitious pussy set out to begin the cockwarming interviews.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Pre-Notes: The Symbol of Peace. It’s still surreal to see him in such a fragile state. Strangely enough, I never once asked myself: Does All Might fuck? “Obviously he was too pure for fucking,” is what I would have said before I devoted my life to Thirst Studies. But I have learned over the years that there is no such thing as purity.

------

After he got over the initial shock of you wearing no pants or underwear, you were finally able to begin your study and ask him the main question.

You barely dodged the spray of blood spewing out of his mouth. “Am I into what?” He sputtered.

“Cockwarming, sir. The act of settling a penis in a nice cozy orifice. There’s no movement, only penetration. Surely you already at least knew the definition when you agreed to this?” You offered him a paper towel, which he accepted with a choked “thank you.”

“Midnight told me this would be about intimate relationships,” he anxiously explained while wiping the red off of his lips. “But I wasn’t expecting to hear something that graphic.”

Ah, so he was talked into this. “Well, with your permission, I can give you a personal demonstration.”

His answer was inaudible the first time; you had to ask him to speak up in order to hear his adorably high “yes.” He was a lot shyer than you imagined. Poor guy was shaking like he was on a verge of a heart attack when you took his cock out and boy, did he put the ‘long’ in ‘schlong.’ But your mission wasn’t to admire the dick’s appearance, it was to learn how their owners used them inside a hot snatch. You climbed onto him and lowered yourself and ooooh shit, both of you were moaning as his inches sank into you. You couldn’t take it all, but it was more than enough to get the job done.

“Mmnngh, yes, very long. Pushing almost painfully,” You said through clenched teeth, scribbling in your notepad as you sat semi-comfortably in his lap. “Can you give me your input, Toshinori? How is this feeling for you?”

“Blrraaaffggg.”

“Toshi?”

“…”

He laid limp in the interview chair as crimson liquid continued to flow from his mouth. Well, this is troublesome. You’ll have to wait for him to regain consciousness to hear his feedback.

------

Conclusion: This was his first time experiencing cockwarming. He described it as ‘intense, but not unpleasant’. Unfortunately, whenever I ask for more details, he would get too embarrassed to share anything. Frankly, this isn’t the most fruitful start to my series of interviews, but it was a great privilege to meet the amazing All Might.

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Pre-Notes: I honestly don’t even know who the hell this is. An underground hero, apparently. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that he brought a cat with him. I told him that it needs to stay outside during the interview, but the difficult bastard was ready to turn around and leave unless I allowed the furball in. What a hassle. Do I even want to sit on this man?

------

You’re thankful that you did, in fact, sit on this man. His sleek ebony cat was relaxing in your lap while your pink kitty was stuffed with his cock. Despite his indifference to the situation, it was strangely intimate. Taking notes over a cute feline while his length twitched inside you was rather challenging.

“You seem like a rather exhausted fellow. Is it maybe the laid-back nature of the act that you find so alluring?” You asked.

“Mmhmm.” His arms circled around you to stroke his adorable pet.

“Being able to just wind down by giving your hard snake a wet hot crib to rest in?”

“Mmmmm.”

“I would appreciate a more elaborate answer.”

“Mmmmm...”

You shifted just enough to turn your head and see Aizawa’s head lolled back, his breaths getting heavier after each exhale. You can feel him quickly going soft inside you.

Ugh...

------

Conclusion: Given that he fell asleep in the middle of the demonstration, it’s safe to say that he finds the act very relaxing. I can only make guesses because the moment he woke up, he hurried me off his lap, picked up his cat and headed out. I did my best to chase him and ask if I could at least hear his final thoughts, but that bastard leaps on cars and buildings as skillfully as Edgeshot.

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Pre-Notes: I’m not sure what to expect from the Voice Hero. His radio show has hosted some surprisingly insightful interviews. Unlike the last two, he will hopefully have some truly constructive answers to give.

------

“Not gonna lie, I always wanted to try this!”

Both of you were red in the face as you sat on his throbbing cock. Despite the blush and slight shake in his voice, he was as cheerful as ever. “Sometimes I just wonder, it would be pretty cool to just have a hottie warmin’ me up during my show, ya dig? No sex, though. I know I’m not quiet enough to get away with that on the air!” He laughed loudly right into your ear.

Well that kinda hurt, but it’s nice to finally have a fully cooperative interviewee. You were actually able to ask all of your planned questions for once, and Hizashi gave a satisfying answer to each one.

Unfortunately, it just couldn’t go perfectly, and his phone ended up ringing near the end of the interview.

“Hold on, listener. I gotta take this.”

Did he really? You wished he would wait until you were done.

You felt him lean back as you remained on his lap. “Shouta, buddy! What’s goin’ on?”

Shouta? Does he mean...?

“Sorry about that! I’m not home yet, I’m doin’ a...special interview, with a hard-working thirstologist.” You heard the voice on the other end respond, and Hizashi made a noise of confusion. “Eh? What do you mean ‘you too?’”

Oh dear, he does. They actually know each other.

The conversation quickly transformed into an argument, a loud one. The two heroes apparently have some...tension between them.

“Oh, so I throw hints at you for years and you act as innocent as your cats, but you’ll sit down and let a girl hop on your dick during an interview?!”

You had to lift yourself off of his softening member and take shelter from his booming voice. He was tucking himself back into his pants with one hand as he marched out of the room, but his hurt and anger was still loud and clear. “Don’t give me that bull. I bet if I hit you with twenty one questions about cockwarming, you’d just pretend you’re asleep! Oh, you actually did fall asleep? Huh.”

You awkwardly collected your notes as the two gentlemen were seemingly making up.

“Damn right I’ve always felt this way. Oh man, you better get ready tonight because I’ve got over ten years of pent up feelings, and you’re gonna take it all.”

------

Conclusion: It feels good to have a full interview. In summary, Hizashi is intrigued by the combination of closeness and casualness of it all. His interest in cockwarming during his jobs also indicate a possible thrill out of doing it in public. In addition, I’d like to announce with some pride that I may have assisted in taking two friends to the next level of their relationship.

Hawks

Pre-Notes: I’m eager to hear what the handsome winged hero has to say. I wouldn’t mind if we just stare at each other throughout the entire interview. My lust for him is unbearably strong and I’m not sure why. It’s probably just the horny writer’s obvious bias towards this bird. She could use another hobby.

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Hawks laughed once you gave him the question that officially begins the interview. “Gotta admit, I’ve actually never tried it.”

That’s a surprise that you quickly jot down in your notes. “I see. Is it something you’re interested in trying? I can give you a demonstration right here.”

“Oh? I’d love one.”

You try not to look too excited as you leave your seat and move to undo his pants, but Hawks raises a hand.

“But I want you to do it on your knees.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “My knees? How do I-”

“With your mouth.”

Oh my.

You granted his request and kneeled down to take his half-hard cock into your mouth.

“Ahhh, that’s nice.” He sighed loudly, spreading his legs more as he stared down at you.

You detached your mouth from him to speak. “Can you tell me what it is that you-mmffrrf.”

A hand pushed you back down onto his man meat. “No no no, just...stay right there. I’ll do the talking in a minute.”

You sat there with his cock growing in the heat of your mouth. Hawks’s eyes were closed, a small content smile on his face. Every time you lifted your head just an inch, the hand on your head pressed you back down. Just when this interview was starting to feel more like a hookup, he finally began to talk.

“Oh yeah, I’ve fantasized stuff like this. You got a shitty boss? I do, don’t tell them I said that, though. They’re always finding something to get on my ass about. Working me like a dog everyday, expecting me to pull off these insane missions flawlessly.”

All you could do was look up and listen to his rant. He must have loved the sight of you, going by the strong twitch of his length in your mouth.

“They just keep asking more and more from me. ‘Do this faster next time, Hawks!’ or ‘I know you’ve never done something like this before, but don’t fail us, Hawks!’ Sometimes I just wanna shove something in their mouths...like my dick. Can you relate?”

You shook your head as well as you could in your current position.

He shrugged. “Oh well. As far as I know, I’ll always be the one getting fucked by them. But something like this...” He pat your head. “Ah yeah, it would be so nice to see them like this...”

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Conclusion: Hawks was sadly short on time and had to leave before I could even get into the questions. Going by the very personal feelings and frustrations he shared, Hawks enjoys the dominance displayed from cockwarming, and prefers it be done orally. I will respect his wishes and not reveal any of the opinions that he shared about the establishment he works for and its executives.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

Pre-Notes: It’s best that I continue to be honest: I’m anxious. Fat Gum is one of the biggest heroes around, and I just know that there is a deadly pillar of pussy destruction in those pants. I know that I should be more concerned with the questions, but it just won’t leave my mind.

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“So, what experience do you have with this, Toyomitsu?”

The large man chuckled. He was currently in his skinny form, which you’re pretty thankful for since his fat form would have been beyond awkward to straddle. That would be like trying to hump one of those giant inflatable characters at parades. “A pretty lady I knew was really into it! I tried it for her sake, but I’ll say this with no ego, my sausage ain’t something to be taken lightly! Still, she was determined, and I was really digging just how strong her will was to take me.”

‘She sounds like a very brave soul,‘ you thought as your pen glided across your paper.

“I couldn’t believe it when she managed to get all of me inside. She couldn’t either, because she passed out! At first I just wanted to laugh it off,” he cackled as if to give an example, but his face quickly drooped into a somber expression. “But then I realized she wasn’t breathing...” His eyes shut in pain and sorrow. “And I couldn’t find a pulse...”

You nearly dropped your pen in horror. “My goodness, Toyomitsu. I’m so sor-”

“I’m just messin’ with ya! She’s fine!” His face immediately brightened up again, leaving you shocked and somewhat upset over the scare. “But seriously, if you want a seat on this big boy, I hope you’ve got plenty of lube on hand.”

“Don’t worry, I do. More than enough for the biggest flesh towers.”

But your doubts instantly returned when the bulging monster was freed from his pants. It’s huge. Toshinori may have been long, but this monster was unbelievable in both length and girth.

Your fear must have been evident on your face, because Toyomitsu asked, “You sure you wanna do this? Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You whipped out your bottle of lube and drenched your hands. “Thirstology is my passion. My life’s work. I am more than willing to put my life on the line for science.”

The hero raised an eyebrow. “It’s...not that serious, but I really like your guts, missy.” He gave himself a few strokes. “So let me tear them up.”

Even with the coatings of lube inside your pussy and on his massive cock, this was still the most arduous task you have ever performed in your life. You didn’t know it was possible to be stretched this far. The light blonde was mesmerized by your trembles and scrunched expressions and as you tried to take more of him, his mouth slightly open when he noticed the swell in your lower abdomen.

“Oh, that is hot.”

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Conclusion: I did it. I took the Fat Gun. Fat Gum himself takes a lot of pleasure in watching the strain of someone trying to take him in, and due to his partner often being much smaller than him, the tightness is very pleasurable to him. He was the only interviewee that actually came during the demonstration, so I suppose it’s safe to say that he is the biggest fan of cockwarming out of the five. He was very panicked when he came inside me, but I reassured him that I am on the pill. This is still a hell of a mess to clean up, however.

(I hope the information I have obtained will be useful for the institute. Thank you for giving me this opportunity)