#(and as you can tell I'm no pro by any stretch of the imagination but it's fun to fiddle with these sometimes)

[viperwhispered]

Behold, my creations

So back in *checks timestamp* July I got thinking of a metal band made of the overblots.

And yesterday I was possessed by the urge to play around on Gimp and slap some instruments on them with my very protesh photo manip skills. Days off work well spent I guess?

So, our vocalists:

Vil on the main vocals, nothing too dramatic there. Jamil also on vocals. Couldn't quite decide if Jamil would be more contrast vocals (harsh vocals or more spoken, kinda beauty and the beast style thing) or more complementary. Could even be both.

Also Jamil gets a flute because snake charmer. He can busy himself bringing some folky flair when it's not his time to sing.

Mostly based this on their roles on the VDC.

Leona and Riddle bring up the guitar section. Perhaps more specifically Leona on lead guitar and Riddle on rhythm guitar.

Ngl, was real happy finding that guitar asset for Riddle, and repurposed his card trails for the strap. (Leona's strap, meanwhile, I haphazardly copied from the fabric hanging from his waist.)

For the mean option, I suppose one could give Leona some maracas or other rattles so he gets to be shaking sand around. (Friend also suggested a bell tied to his tail so he can participate while napping.)

Malleus on bass and Idia on synths/keys. This is just purely based on vibes on my part. Like I said in the original post too, there's just something about Malleus thudding along with a powerful bass that makes sense to me - though I'm sure one could make a case for fancy shmancy guitar solos too.

And I feel like Idia requires no explanation here.

And then finally Azul, putting all his limbs to use behind the drum kit. Kinda wish I would've hunted for something a bit more dramatic but hey it's for funsies and it works.

Maybe at some point I'll put them all on a stage with like pyros or everything, but for now, I'm gonna settle for slapping them here:

(and yes, Azul and Idia are on platforms because I had to squeeze them in somehow, while Malleus is floating because he can.)

[angelpuns]

The Igloo - TMNT Minific

( Herr's my fic from the @turtlestogetherzine !! I kept forgetting to post it ;-; )

It had taken him nearly all morning, but his masterpiece was finally complete!

Donnie stepped back to admire his creation - a real-life igloo! 

He turned, hearing a couple of shouts behind him. Just as he predicted, Leo had dragged Raph into a snowball fight - which meant Donnie was gonna get cold snow shoved into his jacket at some point. Not this time, though! 

He wasted no time crawling inside. 

He'd been planning this for months - he'd done a ton of research in igloos and how they worked.

If he remembered correctly, the super packed snow would help keep him warm. At least, a little warmer than it was outside. 

Donnie dragged the tools he'd brought in behind him, setting them in a corner of the igloo. He could at least make it a bit more homely in here, since he was gonna be stuck til their snowball fight finished.

He spent the next few minutes working on the inside - drawing out diagrams in the snow walls and imagining it was actually an elaborate laboratory. He'd been wanting to start one for a while, but Papa was not being reasonable. He could be safe with a propane torch! 

Donnie only stopped when someone poked their head in the igloo - his plastic shovel held up in defense. 

"Whatcha doin' in here, Dee?" It was just April, but Donnie found her coy smile a little too untrustworthy.  

"I decided to make a fortress. I've been researching igloos for months now and decided this was the best way to prevent getting roped into yet another snowball fight," He explained, still holding up the shovel, "it's my safe-haven."  

"Mind if I join ya? It's a bloodbath out there." She sounded friendly enough, but Donnie could see from here that she had her hand behind her back - likely a planned ambush. 

"Sorry, April, but I cannot let anyone in without a security check."

April scoffed, poking her head even further into the entrance, "Let me in or I'm telling Splints about your little scrap yard escapade last month.” 

Donnie grimaced at that, quickly compiling a pros and cons list of why he should agree. 

No matter which way he put it, letting April in was his best choice. 

Donnie sighed, setting the shovel aside and gesturing inside. 

"Fine. But don't you dare bring any snowballs in here, " He muttered, pulling his arms in close and zipping his jacket further up his neck, "I worked hard to keep the heat in!" 

April shrugged, a snowball plopping onto the ground next to her. As always, he was right. 

April crawled into the igloo, eyes widening when she saw how big it was inside. It could fit all of them if he really wanted (he most certainly did not).  

"Wow, Donnie! This is amazing. You built this by yourself?" April sat cross-legged across from him, admiring the dome, "What's with the drawings?"

Donnie flushed a little, shrugging, "I was pretending it was a lab…but yes, I did build it myself. Did you know that the tighter the snow is packed the more heat it keeps in? And, the reason it doesn't melt is cause-" 

"WOAH! Donnie, did you build a house!?" 

Donnie frowned when he was interrupted, turning to aim a glare at Mikey. His younger brother had poked his head in the entrance, but was craning to see farther inside. 

"Actually, Michael, it's called an igloo-"

"COOL! Can I please please pleeeeaaaase come in?" Mikey poked his head a little further in, "I'll be the goodest hou-igloo  guest ever!"

"First of all, goodest is not a word. Second, no you may not. I only have so much room in here," Donnie scoffed. He was stretching the truth a bit, but what did Mikey know? He was only six!

"But…but I said I'd be the goodest- the bestest house guest ever…" Mikey murmured, his expression quickly falling into the sad puppy dog eyes. 

Donnie hesitated, before quickly shaking his head, "Sorry, I can't bend the rules for you, Mikey."

April gave him a look, but that wasn't what made him change his mind. Sniffles came from the entrance of the igloo, Donnie regrettably glancing over. Mikey was fully sobbing, huge crocodile tears slipping down his cheeks. 

"Oh- don't… Sigh. Don't cry, please don't cry, Angelo…" Donnie attempted to soothe him, crawling over to the entrance and beckoning his youngest brother a bit closer, "I…guess we have room for one more. Just please don't cry." 

Somehow Mikey's tears always ended up getting to him. He felt so…icky making him cry. 

Mikey brightened up at that, crawling inside and practically tackling Donnie into a hug. 

"There…there. I let you in so now you can't cry," He murmured, giving Mikey a couple of pats on his beanie-covered head. 

Mikey rubbed his face a couple times on Donnie's coat, no doubt leaving a trail of slime and who knows what else. Eugh. He really wished he'd thought to bring tissues. 

"Thank you, Dee. You're the be-bestest." Mikey murmured, happily squeezing Donnie once more before thankfully moving away. He wiped his face and sat cross-legged next to April, watching Donnie expectedly. 

"Soooooo, what now?"

"Well I didn't exactly plan for visitors. I suppose I could finish explaining the thermal capabilities of the igloo itself, but-" 

"You guys havin' a party in here or somethin'?"

Donnie groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face and dead panning towards the entrance. 

"No, Raph. I've simply been a weak turtle," Donnie explained, Raph just giving him a slightly confused look, "Sigh…I suppose you're going to try and convince me to let you in?" 

Raph blinked at him a couple times, before grinning, "I got just the thing!"

Donnie opened his mouth to argue that it wasn't an invitation, but Raph quickly left. Donnie didn't know what he'd try to convince him with, but he wasn't going to let it work. Even if it was lunch (he was getting awfully hungry…) 

Raph was back moments later, poking his head in with a grin. Donnie was relieved he'd made the specs so large. Even if he hadn't anticipated guests, he adhered to the phrase 'go big or go home'. 

"How's this for an invite?" Raph shoved several blankets through the entrance, watching Donnie with a grin. 

Donnie thought for a moment, before audibly sighing. The igloo could only keep them so warm anyway. One more body and several blankets wouldn't hurt.  

"Alright. Make yourself comfortable, but be mindful of the walls," He warned, watching as Raph slowly crawled into the igloo. April and Mikey had already grabbed blankets, the both of them scooting over to make room for Raph.

Raph pulled a blanket over himself as well, though it was severely lacking in size. 

Donnie grabbed a blanket for himself as well, relishing in the warmth for a moment before sighing. 

"Everyone comfortable?"

Nods around the room. 

"Alright, finally. As I was explaining earlier, the igloo obviously doesn't have a heating system, but it keeps the person inside warm through a very specific building process-" 

"GUYS!? WHERE'D EVERYBODY GO!?" 

Donnie groaned, pulling the blanket up and over his head. Of course Leo still found a way to interrupt him. He just wanted to explain how the igloo worked! Was that too much to ask!?

Leo's shouting grew louder and louder until it was just outside of the entrance. Donnie grabbed his plastic shovel, holding it up to defend himself. 

A moment later Leo poked his head into the igloo. 

He was crawling inside before Donnie could stop him. 

"Oh, hey! You built a igloo-"

"Stay back, Leo. You're not allowed in here." Donnie huffed, moving to block Leo from coming in, "It's supposed to be a sanctuary."

"Sanctuwhat..?" Leo poked his head in a little further to see the rest of the group. He frowned, turning back to Donnie, "What, everyone else is allowed but me? I'm your twin!" 

"So? You're not allowed in cause you're gonna start another snowball fight." Donnie scoffed. He felt a little twinge of guilt, but he knew Leo. And he knew he'd figure out a way to rope Donnie into a fight. 

"You let Raph in!" 

"He came bearing gifts," Donnie retorted, holding up the corner of his blankets, "Anyway, I have a sign here. No Leos."

He pointed to the wall, where he had in fact scrawled a sign that said 'no Leos'. 

"I can't even read that!" Leo scoffed, "Just let me in, Dee, you're not playing fair!" 

"I said no, Leo. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some explaining to-"

"What if I promise no snowballs?" 

Donnie shook his head, fixing Leo with a stare. One that he hoped was intimidating. 

Leo stared back, expression just as hard. But then his eyes drooped a little and he hurriedly turned away. His boots crunched the snow around the igloo for a moment before fading.

"Wow. I didn't think he'd actually listen..." Donnie chuckled, tossing the shovel back in his bucket, "Now as I was saying…" 

"Donnie, don't you think we can let him in? Raph feels a little bad…" 

Donnie sighed, "No, Raph. I wrote a sign and everything. I spent a long time on this and I don't want it to be destroyed by hurricane Leo." 

They were silent for a moment, Donnie clearing his throat to start again. Only to be interrupted by Mikey. 

"But…Leo can play nice if you ask real polite! " He added, "And- and he promised no snowballs!" 

Donnie groaned, "I know, but that was probably just a lie to get in. I do not plan on having snow shoved down my jacket today, alright?"

He glanced at April, "Have anything to say or can I do my speech?"

April just shrugged, "Go ahead, Donnie. But I'm leavin' once you're done" 

Fine. He didn't invite her in anyway. 

"So! The way the igloo keeps in heat-" 

"...Donnie?" 

"What is it now!?" Donnie turned towards the voice, only to see Leo poking his head in again, "Leo, I said no. What do you want?" 

"I just thought you guys might be hungry…" He murmured, holding up a lunchbox and a thermos, "Dad made hot chocolate. and sandwiches."

"Ooh hot chocolate! " Mikey crawled out from under his blanket, fumbling his way towards the entrance. April followed. Raph glanced between Donnie and the entrance, before making his way over as well. 

Donnie watched them go with a frown. Fine! He hadn't wanted guests anyway. 

He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, staring at the No Leo sign. So what? He wasn't hungry. His stomach growled in response. Okay, he was a little hungry. 

He made another pros and cons list in his heads, potential mishaps flooding his brain. Donnie groaned. There were - unfortunately- more pros than cons. 

And he was hungry. 

And lonely.

He had to tell someone about how igloos worked. 

So, he set his blanket aside and crawled out of the igloo. He squinted against the sudden sunlight, his family a few feet away.  

His brothers and April were all sitting in the snow, sipping from the thermos and eating their sandwiches. 

Donnie walked over, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He hated being wrong. And he hated doing apologies. But he…wasn't playing nice. And that was probably why he felt so icky. 

"...Do you all wanna eat in my igloo?" He murmured, staring at his feet, "It's warmer in there."

"Donnie-" 

Leo cut April off, “I never thought you'd ask, Dee! You gonna tell us how that thing works or not?" 

Donnie stiffened a bit at that, nodding. He didn't move, the rest of them gathering up their lunch and heading for the igloo. 

Leo stopped and held out a sandwich, "Here. I know you're real bad at 'pologies. But that's okay." 

He wrapped an arm around Donnie's shoulder and gave him a warm squeeze, "I promise I won't start another snowball fight….yet.”

Donnie chuckled a bit at that. 

"Just let me win, okay?" 

[crepe-of-wrath]

Shouta Scarf Saturday

Notes/warnings: 18+; fem reader; kind of stretching the scarf connection this week tbh; collar mentions; less smut and more build-up; blink-and-you'll-miss reference to past non-consensual touching; soft yandere Aizawa; no physical violence; Darling Reader fully submitting to Aizawa; big-time Stockholm Syndrome

(not a continuation of any other Scarf Smut Saturday pieces)

Were you really doing this of your own free will?

You crept into the hallway, a leather collar in your hand. Aizawa's voice, stern, commanding, and sexy, was clear from the other room:

"Are you following the rules? You can't come out of your room if you don't follow the rules."

"I know, Sir," you said, hopeful that your meek reply would manage to reach him in the other room. You tiptoed toward his voice. Why did he have to keep it so cold in the house? You only had panties on--that was the first rule--and you were freezing.

He was sitting on his leather sofa in nothing but black sweatpants. He was a very handsome person (you knew you weren't supposed to think that, but he was) and you just wanted to curl up against his chest and feel warm in his arms (you knew you weren't supposed to want that, but you did).

"Good afternoon, angel," he said in the same voice that you imagined he used with difficult students after their punishments. "I'm so glad that you've decided to be a good girl and come out and join me. I've missed you. If you're hungry, you can have some lunch and then you can choose our show. Just show me what gift you picked."

That was another rule: to be able to come into the rest of the house you had to wear one of his little gifts.

Shyly, you showed him the collar you had been holding behind your back.

His eyes and his smile got really soft and you could tell that, perhaps for the first time ever, you had genuinely thrown him for a loop. He crooked his finger and you walked over to him. He drew you into his lap--you shuddered as your nipples brushed against the hair on his chest--and fastened the collar around your neck, letting his hands glide down to the small of your back when he was done.

"You surprised me with this," he said, just before kissing you on the nose. "Looks like I'll have to use my binding cloth as a leash, because I don't have anything else."

Sure enough, he grabbed the scarf that, as you had learned early on, was always within his reach and (somehow) threaded it through the ring on the collar. Part of you was very hot and bothered, and, when one of Aizawa's hands wandered from the small of your back to the front of your panties, you felt your body respond. But, there was another part of you that felt ashamed and embarrassed that you were allowing this man to treat you like this, that you were giving in, not fighting.

He was an observant man and quickly asked, "What are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," you said quietly, as, for reasons you could not fathom, you started to cry a little.

"I think I understand why you've been so silly lately," Aizawa said, his voice as kind as his eyes, the fingers of his left hand now carefully caressing your cheek. "Understand why you've been misbehaving when you clearly want to be with me." His other hand gently rubbed you through your panties again, feeling more of your wetness.

He sighed in longing, then continued. "This is my fault. I wasn't thinking properly for us, and I'm sorry." He continued to lightly stroke your cheek, making you feel so precious and desired.

"My sweet angel, I should have realized that you'd have all sorts of awful ideas put in your head by this stupid, cruel world. It's such a bad world, precious girl. I see it every day as a Pro." Suddenly he looked so sad, and so you stroked his hair. That made him pause and you realized were awash in fondness for him.

Aizawa swallowed hard and continued: "It's why I had to take you away so you'd be safe. This world tells you that there's no such thing as pure love, all-encompassing love, total love. But there is, and it is what I feel for you, and what I think you could feel for me if you would just stop listening to those voices. Can you do that for me, angel? Can you stop listening to them and see if you can try to love me?"

He tenderly kissed your lips. You closed your eyes and your body surrendered to his kiss as your mind had surrendered to his words. Now, the thoughts that you had been keeping at bay--like the ones about how good it felt when Aizawa touched you even when you told him you didn't want him to (of course, now you realized that he just knew best)--could run free. Everything he was saying made so much sense. You did want this. Wanted him.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" you blurted out. "I'm sorry I've been so ungrateful. I just...I just...I didn't think...you actually wanted...you're so beautiful and I...I'm so plain, and--"

You were starting to cry again.

Shouta had started nodding his head 'no' when you had called yourself "plain," and his own eyes were shining as you were finishing your broken little apology and crumbling into even more tears.

"Shhh, shhh..." was all he could manage as he wrapped you in his strong arms and held you so deliciously tight.

After rubbing your back to calm you down a bit, Shouta stood up, beamed at you, and gave a playful tug on your leash. "Come with me," he said, as he moved toward his bedroom door.

Just before you crossed the threshold, you pulled on the scarf-leash to stop him.

"Angel? Is everything OK?"

"I have to take off my panties," you said. "It's a rule, right? No clothes in your bedroom?"

He didn't need to say it: his face showed he was proud of you for remembering. And that made you proud of yourself. It felt good. When you had removed your underwear, you nodded and Shouta led you to the bed.

Shouta straddled you as you settled into the comfy mattress, keeping your scarf-leash twirled around one hand, and starting to slide his sweatpants down with the other.

He settled back for a moment and tweaked your leash a bit. You sat up and put your arms around his neck so you were close to him.

"Angel," he whispered, "I am going to make love to you so many times that you won't be able to move when we're done. Then I'm going to bathe you and soothe you and feed you and keep you safe while you sleep and prove to you that you are the prettiest girl who has ever lived."

If you hadn't cried your eyes dry earlier, tears of happiness would have been flowing. Instead, you smiled and kissed him. What a relief it was to be so captive cared for and so owned loved. You had never been happier.

[gamergirl-niffler]

number 7, please write it with no one else but Keigo Takami ♥

Niffler's note: OoooOOooooOOOO! Painting together! With Hawks! As someone who likes to paint... I say YES!

Am I An Artist? || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Taking your easel and painting equipment out onto the balcony was the first thing you did this morning.

You weren't given much opportunity to paint beautiful landscapes living in the city, but observing life below gave you ideas for new paintings. Particularly today, when the weather was nice and sunny, which meant more people came out.

In your little chair, you sat absorbed in thoughts, looking at the world around you.

Within minutes, you felt a weight resting on your shoulders, upper back, and head.

Keigo sighed, placing his head on top of yours. "You left me alone," he muttered. He had a rare day off, and you left him alone? He was all alone in the big bed! How could you do that? Another dramatic sigh escaped Keigo, and soon his tired, golden eyes landed on the still empty canvas. It made more sense now, whenever the weather was good enough, you loved to paint. He smiled and hugged you. "Any interesting ideas?”

Putting your palms on his arms, you shook your head. "Not yet. Sometimes it takes time."

Keigo nodded and yawned, stretching his wings lazily. "Yeah, right."

You stayed like this for a while. While you were deep in your imagination, he was basically lying on top of you, enjoying your presence and the warm sun kissing his wings.

In an instant, he was struck by a brilliant idea. It's probably the finest one ever. "Hey! I have a great idea! Let's paint together."

You looked up at him with astonishment as you blinked at the sudden idea. "Excuse me?" It's not like you thought the idea was bad, but he has never shown much interest in your hobby. It's true, he liked to watch you work and often complimented your paintings and hobby, but he never said anything more than that. That was quite a surprise.

As soon as you looked at Hawks, he smiled. "Like a couple spending some pleasant time together. Just us, doing something original. My little feather is already a pro at painting."

You eagerly nodded and hurried to gather your things as soon as possible. "We can go to my workshop! There is an additional easel, as well as more canvas."

Keigo watched you run back to the flat after collecting your stuff. As he followed you, he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

There was already a little workshop set up and ready for two people. As you waited for him, you sat in front of the empty canvas set on the wooden easel.

He sat down next to you and looked at the empty canvas. "I was wondering what we could paint," Keigo hummed.

You shook your head and smiled at him. "Maybe we should paint whatever we want, and then we can discuss it?" 

He nodded, agreeing to the idea after considering it.

At the beginning, you painted whatever came into your head, while Keigo worked hard on his own masterpiece. 

As he focused on his own masterpiece, you could see him painting with his tongue sticking out just a little - it was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

Despite working for at least an hour, you didn't paint anything interesting, just a random cat you spotted on the street. You couldn't focus and make better paintings when your beloved boyfriend distracted you, even if he wasn't aware he did.

You loved the faces he made while working and how eagerly he played with the paints. It was oh so cute!

“I'm done!” Keigo exclaimed happily and looked at your painting. “Wow! My work isn't as good as yours, but I'm so proud of it. Come see it!"

Standing right next to him, you tilted your head, watching the many colors. It was hard to tell what it was.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize that face," he sighed as you shook your head. "That's Endeavor, isn't that obvious?"

Despite not seeing it at first, you made an oh sound and nodded. Could it be that you needed to look closer? Ultimately, it didn't matter, he did an amazing job and you both enjoyed this activity and quiet time spent together.

As soon as Keigo returned home after another assignment, both paintings hung on the wall in the living room, framed in wooden frames that you had bought and painted yourself to match the paintings. As a result, he was even prouder of himself.

As a matter of fact, you were proud of him as well, since he had discovered his creative side that had been hidden for too long.

[my-hyperfixation-hell]

I will be participating in the boycott for Palestine until Feb 24th. That means that for this time until then, my blog will be entirely dedicated to pro-Palestine content. I will not be reblogging or liking any content not related to Palestine or other causes.

I'm not going to tell you guys what you can or can't do, but I am gonna remind everyone that it's only four days left without Tumblr, Reddit, etc., for the purpose of making a point.

I wanna remind everyone that the main three companies to boycott are McDonalds, Starbucks and Disney.

Surely we can all manage at least that much?

I understand that there is nuance as to why someone might rely on fast food, particularly disabled people who struggle to make their own meals regularly. However, consider going to local places with comparable prices and purchasing ready-to-eat meals from the grocery store.

Disney on the other hand is not a necessity by any stretch of the imagination. You do not need to go to Disneyworld, and you certainly don't need Disney+.

I have heard from other people, allegedly, that Disney's content is all easily pirateable online. Most TVs and computers in this day and age can be connected via HDMI cable (the same cable you'd hook up a game console to your TV with), making the computer screen visible on the TV, thus allowing you to view this content on a TV just the same as if it were on Disney+.

I would never encourage someone to do this and commit a crime, but...

Supporting genocide, or no Starbucks, McDonalds and Disney?

Do you really have to ask?

[zeninsama-moved]

i haven't thought about it that deeply so i will now dump it all into your inbox

just think about... ur three pro hero gfs just need to let out their frustrations every now and then or maybe they just want to be serviced so you're there to fulfill their every need... ofc they also pamper you. you're spoiled by them with the nicest things like clothes and toys

momo likes it when you're disciplined. it's kind of hard to be a brat around her because any kind of simple praise from her makes you melt and she rewards you so well. she also ends up having to remind jirou and mina to be nicer to you when you act up, but she also likes to watch what they do in response to that

mina... i think she kinda likes it when you're bratty. i think she finds the challenge fun and she likes to rough you up and finds your submission more rewarding when she's softened your rough edges. i think she might try to provoke you just a bit because she likes riling you up. you ask her why and she just tells you that she likes the way your pussy squeezes her fingers when you're pissed at her

jirou doesn't need an excuse to rough you up. and she likes it messy. she's a little condescending when you cry on her strap, rubbing all over your face to mess your makeup even more and makes sure you get a good look at yourself in the mirror or she takes a picture for the four of you to look at later <3

IRA, YOU WERE NOT LYING WHEN U SAID YOUR PUSSY TOOK OVER... I'M SPEECHLESS.

anyways... something abt momo being the one you don't want to misbehave around <3 there's no reason to – she's so sweet and doting towards you, why would you wanna give that up? it feels too nice to rest your head on her thigh and let her caress your face like you're her lil pet. imagine if she had to discipline you though... like the base-level strength they would all have as pro-heroes. momo wouldn't look it but she could spank hard. the kinda sting that steals your breath and fills your eyes with tears. she doesn't want to be mean to her baby though, so just play nice <3 AND AGREE SO HARD ABT MINA WITH BRATS! it wouldn't even be a dominance thing for her as much as it's just fun. she fights fire with fire.

can you imagine... you're on your hands and knees obediently maintaining eye contact with jirou while she fucks your throat – always slow, deep strokes. the kind where she barely pulls out of your throat before thrusting back in, choking you, strings of drool stretching off your chin. momo kneels beside you and wipes your tears, praises you for being such a good baby for them, letting them use you like this. meanwhile mina cannot keep her hands to herself. she's smacking your ass, spreading it open, spitting messily on your hole and watching the saliva trail over your cunt. the sting makes you gasp and jirou takes the opportunity to fill more of your mouth. mina would be such a tease, telling you how pretty your pussy is, and that it's a shame to see it so empty and needy – you want me to fill it up, baby? you wanna be full on both ends?

[salsa-and-light]

"For those still thinking that you can be pro-LGBTQ or a gay Christian and still be a bible believing Christian, you literally can't."

I love this game, it's like the opposite of hide and seek,

I get to jump up and down in your field of vision and you get to cover your eyes and pretend I'm not there.. ah.. good times.

We have fun

"You're either one or the other; not both. Homosexuality is still a sin."

Both of those statement are false ..however- even if they were true these statements do not support one another as you seem to believe.

In what way does the presence of sin negate faith or salvation?

I rather thought that the presence of sin was the prerequisite for our faith.

"It[homosexuality] doesn't lead to any amount of human flourishing. Doesn't contribute to the 'survival of the fittest' or any other materialistic naturalistic arguments that could be cropped up."

So this is just entirely made up. You could not possibly know this.

I don't get why some people collect commemorative plates and spoons, but that's not my business; who am I to say what benefit it holds for human flourishing⸮

If you're idea of human flourishing is really so limited then I'd suggest that you get out more. Maybe you could.. I don't know.. -talk to a Queer person‽

..

As for "survival of the fittest" either Queer people do contribute to group survival or survival of the fittest isn't actually that good at weeding out bad genetic stock.

Either way, you don't have to be a dick about it. I don't go up to someone who's infertile and tell them that they're a genetic dead-end and a moral abomination.

"Sin is still sin regardless if its accepted in the society or not."

Sure, but Love is not a sin.

"Do I hate lgbtq folk?"

Perhaps, who knows, better yet who cares-

I don't really care about your precious feelings or what secrets you're hiding in your heart of hearts right now.

Because the far more pressing issue is that you're being a hypocrite, misrepresenting our faith and the Love of God and you're hurting people.

Why you should care more about your feelings being validated than the harm you're inflicting is beyond me.

Trying to shift focus from your actions to your ""intentions"" is just a form of narcissism; because you already know how your behavior negatively affects people and you do it anyways. So you retreat to the supposed purity of your intentions as a form of moral validation.

It's a distraction, it's self-soothing.

You don't get credit for knowingly doing heinous things without showing any obvious signs of disdain.

"but I know people will call me every evil name under the sun because I point out that they live in sin which so happens to be apart of their identity."

"Their Identity", says the person actively giving them that identity.

It's not just a facet of a person to you it's their entire being, you see Queer people as fundamentally separate, which is why you're able to make such boneheaded comments like "You can't be gay and Christian".

Sorry a "Bible-believing Christian" which is just a No True Scotsman hiding behind a technicality.

The Bible means whatever you say it means, and anyone who disagrees with you is wrong, that is the fundamental presumption of your comments; or at least it would be if your empathy stretched far enough to consider that you’d disagree on something with anyone who's ever believed the Bible.

"Ergo, that makes me look like I hate the person. But I don't!"

Back to you and your "intentions" I guess.

Have you ever heard the phrase "If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..."?

"I just see sin and call it as it is."

That's a lie.

Because every Christian sins, you however imagine the mere existence of Queer people to be aberrant. You do not see Queer people as full and equal human souls with the same abilities that you have.

Being Queer is something that suffuses our entire being to you, it can never be ignored unless it is entirely excised.

To you this is a sin that is beyond the grace of God.

Which is probably why you don't know much about Queer people.

Never mind how it's not a sin in the first place and your opinion is folk tradition more than anything else.

"Do I struggle with sin in my own life? Of course, all Christians still struggle with our out of place desires and selfish quirks but we fight."

This is just further confirmation that you lied before, all Christians sin.. unless the "sin" is gay, in which case grace is retracted.

That's a heresy, if you care.

"But at the end of the day, you gotta love one or the hate the other. Which one will you choose? Hint: it's not both."

How obnoxious. How tacky.

I choose both, darling. Both.

Contrary to what your tone implies, you are not the arbiter of truth here.

I believe in a God of Love and that I have a moral responsibility to Love. I, like anyone else, am imperfect and I make many transgressions against the cause of Love, for which God has mercifully promised grace..

But why should I limit my Love, why should I limit my ability to do good in this world⸮

For the comfort of fearful minds⸮

For your sexist morality⸮

I think not.

I've been harsh here, but I bear you no malice. My sincere hope is that you will grow and become more able to fulfill your moral obligations as a follower of Christ. Love is our greatest commandment I think we should try to act like it.

I don't know how likely that is given that you've made it through decades of Queer liberation efforts without learning much, but that's not my business, it's between you and the almighty.

But I will tell you, plainly and explicitly: your prejudice is ignorant, it is harmful and it is unloving. It lacks charity and nuance.

I wish your moral improvement, but I have no intention of guarding you from consequences or enabling your sin at the expense of the innocent; nor I doubt, will many others care to.

So I will also tell you now that if you can not grow then you should not expect to be well liked; and it won't be you nobly suffering for Christ, it will be you suffering from your own stubbornness and pride.

If you were asking for advice, which you aren't, I might suggest you take these concerns to God in prayer.

If this is really about God's will then it wouldn't hurt to check-in once in a while.

Godspeed.

For those still thinking that you can be pro-LGBTQ or a gay Christian and still be a bible believing Christian, you literally can't.

You're either one or the other; not both. Homosexuality is still a sin. It doesn't lead to any amount of human flourishing. Doesn't contribute to the 'survival of the fittest' or any other materialistic naturalistic arguments that could be cropped up.

Sin is still sin regardless if its accepted in the society or not. Do I hate lgbtq folk? Nope, but I know people will call me every evil name under the sun because I point out that they live in sin which so happens to be apart of their identity. Ergo, that makes me look like I hate the person. But I don't!

I just see sin and call it as it is. Do I struggle with sin in my own life? Of course, all Christians still struggle with our out of place desires and selfish quirks but we fight. Not by our own strength but by the strength of God Himself; we do not have the power to resist sin on our own. Even in our own sanctification depends on the Spirit of God; not us.

But at the end of the day, you gotta love one or the hate the other. Which one will you choose? Hint: it's not both.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 29 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

"Keep moving," Darragh says, shoving me between the shoulder blades.

I'd stopped to listen when the sound of a distant bark tickled the edges of my hearing.

It could have been Dane or it could have been my imagination.

We've been walking for what feels like an hour, though I'm fairly certain it's only been fifteen minutes or so.

We walk in single file... me in the lead, followed by Darragh, Halloran carrying Ingrid in Wolf form and the two Fae women bringing up the rear with readied bows.

When I fail to obey Darragh's order immediately, he shoves me again.

"I said, move."

I stumble and glare at him over my shoulder.

If there's a chance Dane is nearby, I need to buy him some time to find us... if he can get through the Fae illusions, that is.

Fortunately, while I may not be the best in a fight, or at making quick-yet-rational decisions on the fly, I'm a pro when it comes to being difficult.

I turn to face Darragh.

"What if I refuse to go any further? You can't kill me if 'King-What's-His-Name' wants me alive."

Darragh's pretty face stretches in a sneer.

"No but I can hurt you or I could kill the Wolf girl or my dear brother Rian, even. Perhaps we'll make it look like a Wolf attack. That will bode well for your would-be Alpha, won't it?"

He gestures to Alyth and Sylv and the two Fae women raise their bows, aiming them at Ingrid and Halloran.

"You decide... keep walking or someone dies."

I grit my teeth.

Something about Darragh tells me he's not bluffing... even if he is, I won't gamble with other people's lives.

"Fine. You win."

"Good. Now, move."

Flashing what I hope is a venomous glare and not just squinty eyes, I do as he says, though I walk as slow as I can without earning myself another shove.

Meanwhile, my mind races at full speed.

Does Dane know something's wrong yet?

How could three Wolves have failed to detect the presence of the Fae?

What else does Halloran know that he hasn't told me and how does Rhiannon play into it all?

Most importantly, what does this King Oberon guy want with me or more specifically, with a 'leanan sidhe'?

Another sound distracts me from my thoughts... not a bark, this time but a soft, melodic trill, like the call of some exotic bird.

It seems to come from somewhere deep within the trees and the Fae pay it no heed.

We continue in silence for a few paces before I hear the strange call again.

"Darragh," one of the Fae women calls in a whisper and I turn to see that Halloran has stopped in his tracks, Ingrid still cradled in his arms.

Darragh sighs.

"What about 'keep moving' do the pair of you not understand?"

"Forgive me, brother," Halloran says slowly, though he glances past Darragh and locks eyes with me.

"The call of the dream herald reminded me of home. I've never heard one here before."

Darragh frowns.

"If you'd stop dawdling, we'd be home soon enough. The forests of Faerie are full of them. One must have followed us through."

"Ah, yes... that must be it," Halloran agrees, though there's a strange edge to his tone.

"It probably wants to go home."

The intensity of his expression makes me think he's telling me something but I don't understand.

I shake my head at him slightly to say as much.

"Although," he continues, still looking at me.

"If I wanted to go home, I'd simply... follow the moon."

Without warning, he turns and shoves Ingrid's limp body into the arms of the two Fae women, knocking them down in a heap.

Snatching a short blade from one, he launches himself at Darragh, who barely raises his sword in time to block and staggers beneath the force of the blow.

Darragh swears while Alyth and Sylv push Ingrid aside and struggle to their feet.

Halloran's shout jolts me like an electric shock as my brain finally catches up to what's happening.

"Julian, run. You can't let them take you to my father. Go."

A shock like a zap of electricity shoots through me and my muscles respond before my brain makes a conscious command.

I sprint blindly for the trees.

Behind me, I hear Darragh swear and grunt, followed by the clash of steel and Halloran's strained shout.

My feelings for the man have done a 180... twice... in a very short amount of time.

I still don't know if I ought to blame him, believe him or both but one thing is for certain... unless he's got some skills he hasn't revealed yet, he's not going to be able to hold off the three other Fae for long.

Part of me rebels at the thought of leaving him and especially of leaving Ingrid.

Would Darragh hurt them or kill them even, as he'd threatened?

I didn't think so.

If he was as smart as he seemed, he'd keep them both alive to use as leverage... if I didn't get caught.

If he catches me, all bets are off.

Behind me, a muffled grunt and a cry of pain followed by a rush of footsteps tell me Halloran has been overcome and Darragh is in pursuit.

Needles of fear prickle every nerve as memory mingles with living a nightmare.

'Run, rabbit, run.'

For a moment, the past eclipses the present and the howls of wolves and monsters fill my mind... death pursuing me beneath a cruel moon.

Hot terror takes hold, blinding and choking me like black smoke and I stumble in the dark.

I imagine a swish of air as Darragh reaches for me, fingers clawing at my back and then a grunt of frustration as I narrowly evade his grasp.

[oshi-nakadapiroki]

Nakada Hiroki Channel Nakacha no Ma #45.5 2023.9.24 Notes [Eng translation]

HE'S IN THE BATH

Apparently he's only got it filled up halfway

The sound keeps disconnecting

He doesn't know the hotel's WiFi password

Takeshi is gonna go to heaven eventually if he keeps having him in the bath

He's going off to search for the password

"'Are you wearing clothes?' No, I'm using the bath, I'm completely naked. Sorry, I went away looking for the password completely naked."

He's got water, vitamin drink and apple slices (no beer while he's working)

He'll get to drink after tomorrow's final performance 🍻

Some cast member is making noise in the room next to his (the mic doesn't pick up on it though)

He's brooding over not being shown on camera alot in the Suehirogari livestreams 🥺

He didn't know the camera missed out on his mini stage during the second half of Viva Carnival

He doesn't want to shit on the camera crew, they're doing their best after all

He did not have a script for his haikus!

He hasn't had a single rehearsal for Furuba yet

He says Kenta has gotten so big since he last saw him

Some reminiscing on being the first Touken danshi from Oscar Pro (then followed Kurumu, Yuuta, Kenta)

Ryousei is bigger than Mt. Fuji confirmed

"Akashi would never have a tanki" 😭

He's feeling really tired now that they're doing the actual performances; it's more than just running

He assures us all he has been getting a proper ridiculous amount of sleep recently

He might be completely naked but he is wearing his glasses

He's having us imagine Akashi for a moment

The enter key on his keyboard is stuck for some reason

Female Takeshi starts talking!

He can't even remember himself who's Takeshi and who's Mayumi

He's rly amazed with the weather they've had for Suehirogari so far

It's been raining for weeks, to the point they even had to cancel rehearsals

He's been practicing his haiku recently

It's not that the dance routine in Enbu is hard, rather it's that there's no space on stage to dance lol

He's been in the bath for the past two hours; as soon as it gets lukewarm, he just keeps putting more warm water in

He finds it surprisingly difficult to do the pop-up and jump on stage given his weight and physique

But he still thinks he's rly good at it

His science and engineering side comes out when he starts talking about the physics of jumping and G force

Because he puts alot of force on his legs when he takes off, he thinks it's more physically draining than running

He still hasn't been on the Takabisha

He was probably having a parfait with their choreographer while everyone was off enjoying the rides

He'd rather be doing pop-up jumps for the rest of his life even if it hurts his legs than ride those attractions at Fuji-Q

We get some low voice ASMR

He didn't know Akashi's standee was placed at the back of the pizzeria

He thinks laying on the pizza would make a good futon; it's soft and if you're hungry, you could eat it. It'd be like a pizza beanbag

He's got more otoko gummies in stock

He doesn't like his singing voice but he likes singing

He hasn't taken any raincoat pics

He'd like to tell us his account number but he doesn't know it

He thinks their new outfits are cool! They're super easy to move in and the range of motion is amazing

He's telling everyone who's coming to see the performance tomorrow to bring a jacket because even though it was sunny earlier, it got really cold at night 🥺

He's gonna have some Chocola BB Royal 2

He wants midnight chicken ramen

This is a completely naked bespectacled unscrupulous livestream

His hands are wet so he can't open his bag of sliced apples

We're all tea leaves so we should all go to sleep together

He thinks he'll be able to do a livestream again next month when things have calmed down after his bday event

Ah, necklace (iykyk)

The hotel's bath is bigger than the one at his house cuz he can stretch his legs entirely

They start their stage checks at 8AM

Someone keeps sending gifts in the chat that keep popping up on screen even though Hiroki has said multiple times he doesn't need/want them

Now he's actually getting irritated

He then goes on a tangent on how we should all be respectful of each other's wishes; we don't have to get along but the important thing is to all respect each other

"I'm me, you're you"

He hasn't been able to keep true to his word of livestreaming this month but he asks us to be patient with him

He thinks the temporary image he set for this livestream is creepy

Off-shot from his Bday event 2022

He thinks the cardigan is more of a mustard-colour than Winnie the Pooh-colour

He's gonna have his bag of apples (45 calories)

He won't be doing any birthday wishes or rollcall in this stream

But he's wishing everybody good luck with work and school

He usually drinks three bottles of water (1.5 liters) and it always surprises him

Someone in the chat says they're going to cheat on him and he says it's fine as long as you come back

He gets another gift sent in the chat so he's gonna end the stream already

"Honestly speaking? Don't cheat on me please"

If you've come this far into the stream, you're probably not cheating

He thinks it's fine but please support him as much as you can

🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹

Madagascar 🌍 Revolution 👓

He finally managed to open the bag of apples (but they're lukewarm now so they're not even that good anymore rip)

It depends on the situation but on rare occasion, he uses the hotel shampoo

His regular shampoo is just an ordinary over-the-counter type that he gets at the drugstore

He ends the stream by choking on some apple juice 🙃

[ry0chann]

alright, okay, forgive me for this, but, i gotta ramble about oldseph bc he's so heavy on my mind rn that i'm actually gonna explode

( @ofallthingswhythis for you to indulge 👀 )

warnings: nsfw, part 3 Joseph, fem!reader, daddy kink, age gap, dirty talk, some degradation, little praise kink, size kink, pussyjob, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, creampie, messy writing that isn't proofread

firstly, it's pretty much implied in canon that Joseph is into younger women, so i'm gonna put a lot of emphasis on that here. i just *sigh* something about it gives me butterflies. like, it's definitely a boost to his ego to have someone so much younger than him be attracted to him (not that his ego needed any boosting). god and the fucking sexual tension that'd be there 🥴️

so now imagine, he's just some guy you happened to meet (ima be vague with details bc it literally doesn't matter), and you get to knowing each other — one thing leads to another and now you've got him in your bed.

you're straddling his lap, rocking your hips back and forth on top of him while his tongue is down your throat. his hands are roaming every inch of your body, dragging down your back and across your ass, groping it and guiding you on top of him a little. you whimper in his mouth at feeling his huge bulge underneath you, moaning every time it catches your clit, which elicits a chuckle from him. "naughty girl, you like that?" Joseph moves you a little faster, kissing your neck and groaning against your skin.

minutes pass and you're soon naked on top of him, gliding your soaked pussy along his cock which rests heavy on his stomach. his large palms are holding your waist, keeping you steady. he's not even inside you yet but you're already moaning and whining as if he was. "thatta girl, use daddy's cock to feel good." he praises, smirking at you with a dangerous lust in his eyes. a mixture of pre-cum and your sweet juices leak onto his skin and the sight makes you impatient. boldy, you adjust, lining yourself up with his cock. his eyes never once leave your form, glued to the sight of you attempting to slip his fat head past your drooling slit. "'s too big daddy," you whine, but Joseph simply shakes his head, "you can take it baby. you need some help?"

and now you're on your knees, ass up and face down in the pillows, whimpering as he lines up at your entrance. the man is fucking huge, you're surprised he's able to get it in. you're already mewling about how big he is and he's not even half way in. he does, however, manage to fill you to the brim, stretching you out so good you practically cum right there on the spot. "so fucking tight," he groans, starting to pull back out. every vein that dresses his cock drags along your velvety walls as he moves. a little yelp escapes you when he pushes back in, grunting on top of you as he starts to find a pace.

his much larger frame on top of yours made you feel weak. he'd rut into your needy pussy with vigor, making your body tremble. "lemme hear you moan for me pretty girl, tell daddy how good it feels." through broken sobs and high pitched moans, you do as you're told.

"that's it baby, louder. you dirty little girl, taking this old man's cock like a pro. i bet the boys your age don't fuck you this good, do they? mm, 'course they don't." Joseph loses his mind at hearing the noises you make for him. you're sucking him in so good he has to force himself to hold off from finishing too soon. "fuck, this young pussy's making daddy feel so good. m'gonna fill you up real soon for being such a good girl for me."

your mind's gone blank and your body's quivering. he turned you into his personal slut, a pretty little fucktoy for him to ruin. you warn him that you're close and all he does is encourage you to finish, telling you that he's gonna keep going until there's cum dripping down your thighs. he tells you he plans to pump you full, again and again and again until the mix of both your cum spills from your cunt and onto the sheets. and he does exactly that. you gush all over his thick cock with a scream, but that only provokes him to pick up the pace, pounding into your perfect pussy until he forces another orgasm out of you. he's soon throbbing in your cunt as his hot cum floods the space. "that's my fucking girl, taking all of daddy's cum."

he did promise to stuff you till your tummy's full, though, so you can bet your ass he's nowhere near done with his new toy yet.

[hitoshiikigai]

Foreign Feelings

anon request: Hiya there Sen!! I love your blog and i would love to read more of your writings. Can i request an imagine for being like a first year european shy student and becoming Nekoma’s manager, she slowly develops a crush for kenma but doesn’t know how to express her feelings because of language and because she thinks kenma won’t return her feelings

‪(o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ a/n 「i made it gender neutral, i hope that's ok and if it's not, i can change it to your liking! also, this is my first romance fic in my whole life, i hope it's satisfactory(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i feel like i just forgot the slowly part-」

‪pronouns used: they/them

‪word count: 2.8k

You continuously repeat your introduction in your head as you wait for your turn. It's ok, you can do this, you've learnt this in basic Japanese lessons, it's just a few lines. Nothing too complicated!

The voice of the person behind you breaks the chant in your mind, "I'm Haiba Lev and..." Your thoughts block out the rest of his introduction. Is he a foreigner too? That name definitely does not sound Japanese but you note of his perfect pronunciation- a screech of a chair moving startles you and you're suddenly aware of the eyes of your new classmates staring right at you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stand up, doing a bow, the Japanese words tumbling clumsily out of your mouth, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)- no wait- (L/N) (Y/N), please just call me (y/n). Nice to meet all of you." You keep your eyes on your desk as you bow once again before sitting back down. You pretend not to notice the murmurs and sounds of interest about the two foreign students in their class, busying yourself by preparing your things for the lesson.

Mechanical pencil on the right. Pencil case right above your notebook. The ruler-

"Psst... Hey, you're not from Japan, right?" You turn around to meet glowing green eyes that somehow made you feel like you were looking into a cat's eyes instead. You nod and he grins in what you could guess as excitement. However, before he could say any more, he was cut off by the teacher signalling the start of class.

Maybe he's a potential friend?

After a few lessons of trying to keep up with the lessons taught in Japanese, your brain's finally granted with a break from trying to translate and you can't help the sigh that escapes you as you rest your cheek on your table, closing your eyes.

"Hey Y/N! Wanna have lunch with me?" You open your eyes to see your tall classmate looming over you- right, his name's Lev. Or should you call him Haiba?

You quickly weigh the pros and cons of eating with him. He seems like a nice person to be friends with and having a non-Japanese friend in this less-than-familiar country could definitely do you some good, maybe your Japanese can improve faster as well. But... you were planning to just find some nice quiet spot to listen to music in hopes of preventing the growing headache, a result of an overwhelming first day.

Well, there's no harm, you suppose... "Sure, I don't mind," you agree and you search for your wallet in your bag as Lev waits patiently.

Once he sees you're ready, he smiles widely and starts walking to the cafeteria most likely and you follow him, having to walk slightly faster to keep up.

"Where are you from? I'm half-Russian but I can't speak Russian. Oh! I know a few people here already! I visited the school before the school year started and made friends with people from the volleyball team. I'm actually gonna join the team once they start taking in applicants and-" Lev rambles on and you could only hum or nod, insert a few words of your own when he asks a question until you reach the cafeteria.

"Lev! Here! You're late!" You see a student with black messy hair that spikes up everywhere except for the fringe that covers his right eyes waving his arm. Lev bounds up to the table with you in tow and you can already see a few curious eyes examining you. Your gaze sweeps across the table, an uninterested guy playing with a switch catching your eyes a tiny fraction longer than the others before you look down at the floor, shuffling just a bit behind Lev, your current shield.

"This is Y/N, my new friend! They're not from Japan and I thought I could show them around," Lev claps his hands on your shoulders and moves you forward, putting you right in the spotlight.

Oh no. Ok, deep breaths. A simple introduction, no big deal. It's definitely a smaller group, better than a whole class.

"H-hi..." You clear your throat, cursing yourself mentally for the stutter, and repeat yourself with what you hope was a stronger voice. There's a chorus of greetings and before you even realise, you find yourself squished between Lev and a friendly-looking guy with a buzzcut, who you soon come to know as Kai, after a round of introductions.

How did you end up here? In a gym full of flying balls that could accidentally hit your face anytime? With your arms full of water bottles that you just filled up? You definitely did not sign up for this... Ok, well technically you did, you just didn't know what was in store. Try being a manager just for one practice, they said. Somehow, it feels like you were tricked somewhere along the line.

You hand the water bottles to the boys, jolting slightly when your hand unintentionally brushes against Kenma's. He thanks you quietly and you only nod in acknowledgment, avoiding any form of eye-contact with him and quickly moving on to hand the rest of the water bottles out before going back to the sidelines to watch.

It's really amazing watching them play. Everyone seems so coordinated with each other and the teamwork is seamless. Despite that, there are a few individuals that pique your interest: Yaku who seems to be able to teleport anywhere in the court, Lev with his tall and powerful stature, and more importantly, Kenma with his smart plays. It's like he calls the game, dictating where and how the ball goes and it's a whole experience observing him. Of course, the other members are amazing in their own ways, watching the team play is like watching a well-oiled machine working.

"How are you, Y/N?" Kai asks from beside you, wiping his sweat and giving you a warm smile.

You peel your eyes away from the quiet setter to answer Kai, and also to make sure you aren't caught staring at the certain player, "It's..." You try to find the correct words in your brain as Kai waits patiently for your answer. "It's nice... to watch. Everyone's good." You blush in embarrassment at the simple words you used, not having the full vocabulary to communicate what you really want to say. Kai, being the angel he is, makes a noise of approval and gives another warm smile which at least make you relax.

"If you need help with anything, you can ask any of us," he tells you before going back to the courts. You bow to him which he only waves off, laughing amiably.

After attending a few more practice sessions and having lunch with the team almost every break, you've grown a bit more comfortable with them, especially with Kai and Yaku, along with Lev. The team always tried their best to use simpler words whenever they spoke to you and you're definitely grateful for their efforts. However, there's just one person you've barely interacted with:

Kozume Kenma.

The third years obviously noticed the lack of interaction, especially Kuroo and he made it his own personal mision to try to get the two of you to talk to each other more, albeit with many difficulties.

"Come on, Kenma. You don't think I don't notice you paying attention anytime Y/N talks? You're not exactly very slick, you always pause your games just for Y/N," Kuroo nudges Kenmas side with his elbow which Kenma slaps away in irritation.

"Shut up Kuroo."

Kuroo leans in closer to Kenma, "You can't tell me you don't notice Y/N staring at you during practice? Blushing whenever you're 5 metres away from each other? Or when-"

"Kuroo, please just shut up," Kenma groans and glares at his switch, clicking away at the buttons and suppressing the urge to scream in anger as the words 'GAME OVER' flash on the screen. Instead, he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply before letting out a long sigh.

Kuroo smiles knowingly before his eyes shift over to something behind Kenma.

"Kuroo-senpai? Kenma-senpai? Has Kai-san arrived yet? I need to ask him something..." Kenma stiffens as your soft voice reaches his ears. He bristles at the 'senpai' title attached to his name, wanting you to just rid of the honorific altogether. He was supposed to tell you, in fact, he had been wanting to tell you to just refer to him casually just like everyone does but he never got the chance. How could he when your conversations only last 30 seconds long each time?

Jump. Jump. Duck. Ju- GAME OVER.

He pressed down his buttons more aggressively, a frown slowly forming on his face. Why couldn't he be more talkative? Why is talking so hard? Why is talking to YOU so hard? Lev does it so easily, Kai too, and Yaku and... and just everyone in the team but him.

You stare in concern as you watch Kenma play angrily with his game and you look to Kuroo for answers only to be met with a shrug.

"Yaku will be running late, some class meeting or something," Kuroo stands up and stretches, walking out of the gym, "Meanwhile, I'll go get my things."

The sounds from Kenma's game filled up the awkward silence and you take a moment to steel yourself, walking towards Kenma. "A-are you okay, Kenma-senpai? You look... angry?" At your question, Kenma's fingers still and the sounds suddenly stopped.

Kenma looks up at you and places his switch on his lap before looking away. "I'm okay... I'm not angry." He mumbles and you smile in relief at his words. "Do you want to play?" He suddenly offers his switch to you and you blink in shock, never really having known or seen him to ever share his switch with someone, simply rejecting anyone- save for that tangerine boy from another school- who tried to even get their hands on his beloved switch.

Noticing your hesitance, he places the gadget on the bench, between the two of you, letting you take your time. You look back to search for anything that will clue you in if he doesn’t actually want to do this, but finding none, you gingerly take it, careful not to drop it or at least try to not leave any embarrassingly sweaty fingerprints. You feel Kenma shifting closer to you to get a closer look at the screen and you don’t know if you feel lightheaded from him being the closest he has ever been that you can actually feel body heat radiating from him or from forgetting to breathe. Trying to focus on the little digital character instead and your fingers clumsily hitting the buttons, a contrast to the way his nimble fingers moved with muscle memory.

And if you felt butterflies in your stomach as he occasionally positioned your fingers on the correct button, the butterflies immediately flew away the moment Lev walks in the gym and you were left with just tingling fingers.

You cradle the box of apple pie you bought in a rush from the bakery, trying to tidy up the ribbon you tied around it to make it more presentable. You had asked Kai about what Kenma liked because you knew there was no way you could write or even say anything close to romantic in Japanese, so you figured out you could give him little gifts, you know, actions soeak louder than words, that kinda thing? As you think of the many ways you could say something wrong by declaring your feelings to him in a foreign tongue like unknowingly saying something ridiculous, or stupid, or even worse, something dirty! Lev’s incessant teasing and mock-kissing noises only stopped when you reached the gym.

“Oh? Y/N-chan, who’s that apple pie for, I wonder,”Kuroo gives you a knowing look and blatantly stares at Kenma, who just seems unbothered. You try to reason yourself that he was only concentrating on his game. Ignoring Kuroo, you take a tentative step towards Kenma, making sure you’re in his line of sight before thrusting the box to him, “For you Kenma… Uh, enjoy it!” You blurted out before brisk walking to the equipment room to take refuge, not even waiting for his reaction.

You hear the muffled shouts of the boys and you can imagine them crowding Kenma. You wince in sympathy.

During the whole practice, you had to deflect the many looks and questions the boys gave you. Thankfully, Kai managed to stop them before it got too much. A godsend. Before any of them could corner you after practice, you zoomed past the gym doors the moment you were done with your manager duties, forgetting that you had barely paid any attention to Kenma the whole time.

“Lev, do you know who’s this from?” You ask Lev, holding up the canned drink that was left on your table.

“Oh, that’s from Kenma. He came here earlier to place it there. He honestly could’ve just asked me to pass it to you but he said I would lose it or something. How mean,” Lev huffs but you can only focus on the fact that Kenma went through efforts to make sure you received it.

“Thank you for the apple pie yesterday. It was really nice,” Kenma took a seat beside you, on the same bench you first played his switch together.

“T-thank you for the drink! It’s my favourite,” you smile shyly. The corner of his lips curl up, just ever so slightly, which you think was the trick of the light.

Kenma gives his switch to you, now a weekly routine for the both of you on days he finishes class earlier. The distance between you and him grew smaller and smaller until your elbows brush against his at any slight movement.

This is it. This is the moment. You made a mental deal with yourself a week ago. If you win this level today, the one where you always lose, you’ll confess to him and if you don’t, you’ll simply leave your feelings hidden and buried deep in the safe in your heart.

Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, refusing any help from Kenma (Kenma just ignored the tiny sting in his heart when you did).

In the meantime, Kenma takes the chance to watch you, sharp, feline eyes studying your features. The stray baby hairs peeking out after a long school day, the slight sheen on your skin from the hot and humid gym, the determination in your eyes. Determination? To beat the level? He restrains himself from chuckling at your cuteness. This felt very different when he watches Shouyo play his video games. Kenma just really feels different any time he’s around you.

You abruptly stand up and cheer, “I did it! Kenma, look!” You show him the screen with the words ‘MISSION COMPLETE’ flashing repeatedly on the screen. You grinned widely at him and he smiles back in fondness.

Suddenly, you go all quiet, which concerned Kenma. “I have something to tell you.” At that, he tilts his head, urging for you to go on.

“I… IlikeyouKenma!” Your words end up being stringed together but from the widening of his eyes, he mostly likely understood.

“You do?”

You nod with pink dusting your cheeks, your fingers fiddling with the ends of your blouse. You’re prepared to get rejected, maybe even move back to Europe and never show your face to him again. And if not, at least you could quit the manager position to avoid any future confrontations with him.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he replies softly, but it was definitely audible in the quiet gym.

And if all else fails- wait what? This time, it’s your turn to look at him wide-eyed, processing what he just said.

“Y/N! Did you leave me for your boyfriend?!” The doors burst open with Lev boisterously shouting, Yaku walking calmly behind him with a twitching eyebrow.

You backpedal away from Kenma, dropping the switch in surprise and you scramble to pick it up, saying a stream of apologies to him, wiping away the dust and checking for any cracks.

Yaku, being more aware of the mood, kicks the back of Lev’s knees, adding a smack to the back of the head for good measure, hissing, “Shut up, you idiot!”

You make eye contact with Kenma before bursting into giggles, him just letting out a snort. You’re just glad you managed to confess before Lev could confess for you.

[1 New Message]

Kenma: wanna beat the next level after practice? you can come over to my house for dinner

You: yes! i’d love to!

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Watch Me Burn

This is my second tile crossed off of my BINGO card for @bnhabookclub ! I had a little too much fun writing this. This may or may not have a continuation, we shall see but so far it will!

Taglist :@gallickingun, @honeytama, @hawks-senseis​ @thisisthehardestthing @joyousandverywarlike @shoutogepi @katsukikitten @prismaroyal

Description: During a mission Hawks saw you get a little too close to Dabi and you needed to be taught a lesson.

Pairings: Jealous Dom Hawks x Prohero! Reader

Rating: Explicit! 18+

Warnings: Bondage, Degradation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Spanking and lots and lots of Hawks cussing.

How long had your arms been tied up to the silver chains hanging from the ceiling? No clue. How many times has Hawks spanked you? You’ve lost count. You know nothing but the pleasure the man behind you is making you feel. The way his breath fans over your shoulder as a single digit delicately runs  down between your shoulder blades followed by a sharp pain on your ass when his hand comes slamming down slapping it. You can already feel the affected area begin to heat up, positive it is going to swell in the form of his hand.  

“You’ve been such a naughty girl haven’t you? Pressing yourself against Dabi like some common whore.” Hawks snakes a hand around your throat, applying pressure as he speaks. “Is that what you are dove, a common fucking whore? Were you going to spread your legs for him, you slut!”

Another slap on your ass in the same sore spot he has hit numerous times already. A muffled scream came out from your mouth because of the pain, the delicious pain. Others would think you were insane for liking this but you could care less. Hawks knows what he is doing so you weren’t in any real danger, but god does  this feel good.

You are a pro hero in his agency, part of his special task force. When you first met him you couldn’t stand his cocky, self absorbed attitude. Every day you just wanted to punch him in his sinfully handsome face. Until that fateful agency party where you both drank too much of a ‘special’ punch and before you knew it Hawks was plowing into you from the back while he was pulling on your hair calling you every name in the book.

After spending time with each other you've come to realise that Hawks was a jealous kind of man. But it is such a fucking turn on, you recall how on occasion you would flirt with a random hero or civilian in front of him, just so you can be punished for it later.

You were on a mission that required you to infiltrate the LOV and befriend Dabi, by any means necessary. It just so happened that today was Hawks’ day to keep tabs on you, making sure the mission was going smoothly and it was the first time you’ve seen him in about two weeks. When you heard his wings flap in the distance you felt your cunt clench at the thought of him seeing you with Dabi. For some unknown reason Dabi had this odd effect on Hawks, and you were gonna use that to your advantage.

You could practically feel his hawk-like gaze follow you as you grabbed onto Dabi’s long arm while walking down the abandoned pier. As if adding insult to injury, you pressed your breasts against him as you continued the conversation and Dabi never moved you away or made a look of disgust, no it looked as if Dabi enjoyed your flirtations. You just knew Hawks’ blood was boiling as he watched you walk into the abandoned warehouse with the other man.

Which led you to this very moment, naked, tied up, legs spread apart, cuffed to the ground and a ball gag in your mouth as he has his way with you.

“What’s this? You thinking of that burnt douche bag while I punish you? You sure are shameless aren’t ya?” Hawks now stood in front of you, bringing you back from your thoughts. Both of his hands run down your chest going towards your nipples. Taking each one of them between his thumb and pointer finger, Hawks pinched and twisted them. Another muffled scream soared through your mouth. The ball gag was causing you to drool all over yourself, water started to form in the corner of your eyes. God did you miss him, even if you weren’t in an established relationship. You both had agreed that your jobs were way too dangerous and complicated to involve feelings. Nonetheless you missed your birdman.

“Have you learned your lesson baby bird?”

You nod your head vigorously, hoping he would get rid of the gag. Stepping behind you Hawks began to undo the buckle of the gag that was behind your head, tangled up in your hair. As soon as the gag was undone you spit it out of your mouth, breath heavy.

“Please…” Your words came out as a croak. Your throat is dry from the ball gag and your constant drooling.

“Please what? Tell daddy what you want.” Hawks moves your hair to one side as he starts a trail of kisses on your shoulder. Each kiss feels like it is burning your skin, your pussy begins to pulsate even more.

“Touch me please.” Your head falls back in pleasure as he bites down on the junction of where your neck and shoulder met.

His hands start to graze down your sides, his nails slightly digging into you. “Like this?” Shaking your head as you try to hold in a moan when his hands grip your hips.

“Come on baby girl you gotta help me out, you want me to touch you here?” His chin is leaning over your shoulder, golden eyes peering at you. The scruff on his chin scratching your skin every time he opens his mouth. Those damned skillful hands make their way from your hips, down to the front of your thighs before finding their way between your legs, just below your now slick cunt.

He is teasing you, making you squirm. That's all you can do with these restraints he put on you. The sounds of the metal chains clinking echoes through the room.

“Not there, please touch my pussy Hawks.” You try to push your ass back into him, feeling his hard cock press against you through his hero costume.

Hawks wasted no time when you walked through the agency doors. He swooped you up in his arms as he flew through the lobby, heading towards the basement.

A short while after you had started this guilty pleasure of your’s, Hawks changed the old storage room into a sex room of sorts. It was made of thick grey concrete walls that just so happened to be soundproof. He had set up the chains, sex swing and all other pieces of furniture in the room up himself, seeing as it was his own agency who the fuck was going to tell him no.

“Why should I? You were so ready to bend over for fucking Dabi of all people. Why should I give you what you want, hmm?” His hands on your thigh start to grip you even tighter, Hawks is trying to leave marks all over your body. He wants to remind you exactly who you belong to.

“I promise I’ve been good. So please, please touch me. I wanna feel your hands slip between my slick pussy lips and play with my clit, I’m begging you.” You make sure to grind your bare ass against him one more time to get your point across.

“How can I resist when my baby bird is begging like the good fucking slut she is.” While still behind you, Hawks slips two of his digits past your wet folds, landing on your hardened clit. Pure ecstasy runs through your body as Hawks applies pressure while sliding his two fingers over it slowly and repeatedly. “Goddamn! You’re so fucking wet. If I'm not careful my fingers might just slide into that tight pussy of yours.”

His wet, hot tongue licks the shell of your ear, his canine teeth bite down on the cartilage. Hawks' free hand has come up to palm your breast, your nipple slipping between his fingers allowing him to pinch you again. Your mind is getting fuzzy from all the different sensations you are experiencing.

“Aah fuck Hawks!” Without warning he had slipped his digits into your core, stretching your walls.

“Oops, my hand slipped.” he chuckled, his fingers started to move in and out of you. “Mmm fuck baby girl I missed this pussy of yours.”

Hawks starts to grind his pelvis against your ass, his confined hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. “You don’t know how crazy you make me feel.” You have wrapped your hands around the metal chain, gripping it so hard your hands have started to cramp. With each word he speaks Hawks gets faster and faster.

“You know what I had to do while you were gone? I had to fucking touch myself. My hand pumped my cock as I imagined it was your tight cunt sucking me in. Shit, someone mentioned your name in a meeting and all I could hear was your voice, screaming, moaning as I pounded into you.”  

You can feel yourself about to come, the sounds of your wet pussy juices sloshing as he finger-fucks you. His voice, god his fucking voice. It’s so low, almost like a growl, it sends vibrations through your body.

Limbs start to shake as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the blonde man behind you. With a smirk Hawks nuzzles himself into the side of your neck.

“Let me feel you cum all over my hand baby, I wanna feel it.” He sucks hard on your neck, delicious pain shot through you again.

“AAH!” That is all you can scream as your walls tighten around his fingers, cumming all over them. Your lower stomach convulsing against his sturdy body. When Hawks pulls his fingers out he makes sure to brush against your sensitive clit, sending shock waves to your system.

“Look at this mess you made baby.” He brings his fingers up to your face, showing you just exactly how much you came for him. Both his pointer and middle finger were saturated with your essence, it was beautiful.

“Good thing I'm starving.” Eyes watch his fingers as he brings them to his lips. That pink tongue making its appearance again, taking a languid lick of your juices before putting both fingers into his mouth.

“So fucking delicious. I will never get tired of the way you taste.” You feel your already sensitive cunt ache as he cleans off his fingers, moaning as he does so.

“Kiss me.”

Hawks looks at you with a slightly shocked expression. You may have had sex in almost every possible position, scenario and way but you never kissed. It was something neither of you had brought up and seemed very intimate, which is what this wasn’t.

“Kiss me Hawks please!” The desperation in your voice and the way you had light drool falling from your lips, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, face flushed and your breath shallow. Hawks couldn’t hold himself back.

Gripping your jaw with his hand, Hawks holds your face as he brings his face closer to your own. Molten golden eyes never leave yours as your breath mingles with his. That's when he slams his lips against yours. The passion that ignites your body from his lips as they move against your own is intoxicating.

Hawks let out a shuddering breath when you arch your back, rubbing against him. He is losing himself in your kiss. Hawks had imagined what it would be like to kiss you more than once but fucking hell was this better than anything his imagination could ever come up with.  

The kiss turned from passion to carnal desire. Tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, a kiss that would make aphrodite herself blush. Hawks breaks away from you, his breathing matching yours and now it’s his turn to have his face flushed and lips swollen.

“Fuck…” That is all he says, keeping his eyes closed, trying to burn the feeling of your lips on his, in his memory. You are still moving your hips, gyrating into his pelvis. Soon you feel large hands on your hips, ceasing your movements to a halt.

“If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum in my pants baby girl.” Your head was still turned to the side, leaning on his bare shoulder.

“Then fuck me Hawks.” You move your head forward kissing his neck, earning a low moan in return. “I want you, no, I need you.”

Hawks growls before backing away from you and bending down, using the key on his wrist to unlock the cuffs around your ankles. You relish in the feeling of your ankles being freed from the metal clasps. Hawks stood up after unlocking both, and began undoing the buckle and button on his pants.

“Aren’t you gonna unlock my wrists?” You shake your numb arms causing the chains to clink together loudly.

“Oh no I’m still fucking pissed. Your gonna have to use your upper body strength as I fuck you sweet heart.” His eyes are dark with lust as he gets rid of his pants, palming his hard cock.

“Grab onto the chains beautiful and lift your legs for me.” Doing as he said you grabbed the chains while using your core to pull your legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

“Now lean back.” Leaning back as far as you could, you watch in amazement as Hawks spat on his dick. “You ready?”

God were you ever. Nodding your head, Hawks wraps a hand around your waist as he positions himself against your throbbing hole.

“Oh! Fuck!” Hawks snapped his hips forward not giving you a chance to have your walls stretch for him.

Hawks coos at the feeling of you wrapped around his dick, at how wet you still are for him. “Hold on tight baby bird cause I’m not stopping til we both fucking cum, ya hear me?” You couldn’t even get a word in before he started to plow in to you.

The sound of skin slapping and your desperate moans of pleasure ring throughout the room. Hawks’ blonde hair that is usually pushed back is falling in his face, mouth open as his growls and moans mix with yours. A light sheen of sweat starts to form on his chest, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the basement. You aree still holding onto the chains but your arms are already weak from being up for so long that right now they are ready to just let go.

Seeing your arm shaking Hawks moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. This action causes a shock to your system making you lose your grip on the chain, you drop slightly.

“SHIT! Right there, don’t stop!” Because of the slip it made Hawks hit that small bundle of nerves, you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck baby. You look so sexy right now.” He grits out through clenched teeth, sharp intakes of breath between each sentence.”I can see my dick disappear inside the tight cunt of yours. It’s so fucking pretty!”

You can feel that sensation coming back again, you are about to cum, you are about to cum hard.

“That’s it baby cum, cum with me!” his hips and thumb pick up their pace, your toes curl as you feel it.

“Fuck Keigo!” You don’t know what compelled you to say his real name but it's what sent Hawks over the edge and before he knew it, he was cumming inside of you. His hips falter as he empties himself inside of you.  

You both stay in that position, him holding you by your hips, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Chests moving rapidly, up and down.

“Hold on I’m gonna let you down now.” He slowly slides out of you, grabbing a hold of your waist, Hawks brings you closer to him as he unlocks the clamps on your wrists. Once free your arms came down like rocks, slumping themselves over his shoulders. Leaning your forehead against his damp shoulder, Hawks walks you towards the bed he had put down there.

Gently he places you on the bed, his hand placed behind your head, setting it down gently on the pillow.

“I’m just gonna get a warm rag for you okay?” His voice is so tender and warm, it makes you feel safe. He quickly throws on his pants and jacket, zippering it up before he flies out of the room. You assumed it was already late, meaning no one will really be around to see him flying around grabbing the things you need.

In a matter of minutes Hawks flies back into the room, his vermillion wings stretched out. He has a lot of items bunched in his arms. Dropping them on the bed Hawks shed himself of his jacket. Grabbing a rag that still had steam coming off of it, he walked closer to you.

“Thank you.” You reach out to grab it, only to have your hands swatted away by his.

“I’ll do it, just lay down.” Hawks pushes you back down to the bed softly as he begins to clean you up with the rag. You’ve never seen Hawks be this attentive before. Sure he’s cuddled you and would caress your hair as you fell asleep, but he's never cleaned you up.

“There we go.” He stood up straight looking at his handy work. “I brought you some icy-hot patches for your muscles and aleve if you need. And what else.” Hawks started to rummage through the pile of drinks, snacks, other pain relievers if you needed.

Sitting up you grab his forearm trying to grab his attention. Once his eyes met yours you spoke. “Just come and lay down with me please?” You tug on his arm, dragging him onto the bed.

Smiling Hawks climbs onto the bed. Turning to face him, you snuggle up against his chest using his arm as a pillow, his chin rests on the crown of your head. You can feel his arm drape across your waist, pulling you in, the arm you were resting your head on came up to play with your hair. Legs mingled together, a plush red wing coming across your body covering you like a blanket, your breath evening out drifting off to sleep.

“What the hell have you done to me?” Hawks' own eyes started to close, as he too drifted into a deep sleep.

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

THE CURE

SHIGARAKI IMAGINE

Just a quick little imagine blurb whatever thing I typed real quick. I myself suffer from migraines and find that if I'm able to take my mind off it it helps. So I thought what would Shigaraki do to help his woman.

WORDS--700

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER

Shigaraki with a S/O who suffers from server migraines.

If you were anyone else he wouldn't give a flying fuck. But it's you, his angel, his Princess and future Queen, the light of his life. If you're hurting he's hurting. Seeing you in pain breaks him. He will get you pills, food, run a hot bath or shower for you, rub your back. Anything. 

He read that food can help so he will try to force feed you, sometimes making it worse but he just wants to help. Noise and light make it worse so if anybody is in the vicinity he will make them leave. He will turn off every light, buy blackout curtains and make sure no one disturbs you. He will threaten their life if they try to bother you. 

Will hold you and massage your neck and shoulders hoping it can help you fall asleep. He has researched how to help migraines so may even try to get you to take some herbal remedies. Whatever it takes he will do. Yet poor you and poor Shiggy nothing helps so he continues to search till he finds one certain "cure" that makes him grin. 

He enters the room he shares with you to find you still miserable and awake. "Any better princess" he'll inquire. You simply make a groaning noise. Shuffling over to the bed he removes your covers and climbs over your nude form. 

Running his hands over your curves. "I found another cure you should try" his voice raspy as he captures your neck between his teeth nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Tomura, I love you, but I'm not in the mood" you grumble, clearly not amused. He does not stop, instead he opts to move lower, forcing your thighs apart eagerly moving between your legs. Tongue tasting you as he sucks at your clit. 

"Tomu… sto...i...i..im n.. oh fuck" holy shit you couldn't form words. Your head was throbbing but so was your womanhood. Shigaraki was a pro at eating you out. 

His long nimble fingers gripping your inner thighs holding you open wide for him. All your concentration was on him. 

The migrain was still present but it was not the focus of your attention that went to your man and his talented tongue that was slithering up and down your slit in the best way. Mouth still latched onto your jewel driving you crazy making your hips jerking up and your insides convulse, cumming on his tongue. 

Your eyes fluttering open to see Shiggy above you, cocky grin across his handsome face. "Did you enjoy me my love?" he questioned. You nodded in the affirmative as you felt his tip poised at your entrance ready to breach your walls. Eyes locking with his as he pushed inside little by little at first stretching you for what was to come, before surging forward eliciting a beautiful cry from your lips. Your hands immediately clutched at his back nails digging in, Tomura wasn't a soft lover but you could tell he was holding back for your sake. 

Finally buried to the hilt inside you he gave a second for you to catch your breath, before committing to a fast pace, rutting into you. Hips pounding into your soaking wet cunt, stretching you more and more with each thrust into your tight heat. His member was so hard and hot inside you. You could feel him twitch as your walls clutched at his stiff cock wanting to milk him for every drop of cum he had. 

His fingers were entwined with yours, holding your hands above your hand. 

Hips snapping against yours as he pumped deeper and harder into you. Finally with a hoarse groan he released inside you, giving it all to you. 

Panting he leaned down to your neck leaving a hot trail of kisses behind. "How's the migraine doll?" his voice was so smug. 

You realize then that it was completely gone. "It's gone" you smiled up at him. "Guess we know what to do when you get one now" his voice husky. He did have a point. I'm so lucky you thought to yourself as you looked at your lover. 

@nereida19

[itsadamcole]

not my sister

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader is keeping a huge secret from her brother, that she's dating Tyler Breeze. When reader's brother, Adam Cole, finds out that his sister and Tyler are in a relationship, things don't go well and someone gets hurt ...

word count: 3.2k+

warnings: slight angst, violence, fluff, smut

— this is the first time i'm writing an imagine with a name instead of "Y/N" so bear with me please —

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~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You sit in Tyler's dressing room with your legs across his lap on the couch. You're playing with his fingers. One of his arms is wrapped around your shoulders and your head is on his arm.

"I've been thinking," Tyler says, looking down at you. "We should tell Adam. I mean, he's your brother and he has no idea that we're together."

Sighing, you say, "You know how protective he can be, Tyler. He's not going to like that I'm dating one of his best friends."

Tyler looks down at you and says, "He won't like it even more if we continue to hide it."

Someone calls Tyler's name for his match with Fandango against Danny Burch and Oney Lorcan and you say, "Yeah, you're right. Um, we can tell him after NXT if you want."

Both of you get up as Tyler says, "Hopefully he doesn't beat my ass."

You take his hand and say, "I'll beat his if he even tries to beat your ass."

He laughs and you leave the dressing room. Fandango is in the hallway and he looks at the two of you. Dango is the only person that knows about you and Tyler, and that's because Tyler spends as much time with Dango that he does with you.

Dango says, "I just saw your brother head back to the Undisputed Era's locker room from the promo he did with Dream. Roddy was with him, and Adam stopped to ask if I had seen you so he might be looking for you, Olivia. Just giving the two of you a heads up since you decided to hold hands."

Tyler looks down at your connected hands and he says, "We're telling Adam after the show anyway."

The three of you head to the backstage area. You stand in a dark corner with Tyler, kissing him as Dango stretches out. There's still ten minutes until their match begins. Hiding in a corner with Tyler until his matches begin isn't uncommon, especially for the past few months.

You've been with Tyler for months, and you've kept it a secret this whole time. Hiding in corners and in his dressing room helps.

Tyler's hands are on your face as you slowly kiss him. You smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around Tyler's waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm close enough, baby," Tyler says, laughing a bit into the kiss.

You giggle against his lips and say, "Not to me."

He laughs and says, "You are crazy."

You run your fingers through Tyler's short hair and you keep him close to you.

Both of you are too involved with each other that you don't notice your brother come into the backstage area.

Adam looks around for you and notices you with Tyler. He's shocked at what he sees. He walks up to you and almost shouts, "What the hell is going on here?"

Tyler pulls back from the kiss and you look at Adam. "Nothing!" you automatically say.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Olivia!" your brother says, eyes flickering to Tyler. "What the hell are you doing with my sister?"

You look at Tyler and he says, "Adam, I can explain what's going on-"

Adam says, "You better do it fast before I kill you, Breeze."

Tyler throws his hands up and he says, "Okay, Olivia and I were going to tell you after NXT was done but we're dating."

You stand beside Tyler and Adam says, "Dating. You're dating my sister?" His voice rises again and brings his hand down across Tyler's cheek.

"Adam!" you gasp. "That was completely unnecessary."

Your brother gets in Tyler's face. "Keep your hands off my sister," Adam snarls. You try to wedge yourself between them. "I'm serious, Breeze. If I see you anywhere near my sister I'll-"

Tyler says, "You'll what, Cole? Hm? Hit me? You've already done that so come up with something better than that."

Adam says, "We can bring this out into the ring where I can hit you with a Last Shot. Or how does a superkick sound?"

Your boyfriend says, "Bring it, Cole."

"Tyler!" you say. "Adam, stop!"

You hate that your brother and your boyfriend are fighting. You look at Roderick Strong with a glance of desperation. You need help. Both of these men are taller than you and weigh more than you. You won't be able to hold them off for much longer.

Your brother takes a few steps back and you stop struggling to get between them. You move and stand in front of Tyler.

Then before you know it, a foot connects with your jaw and you fall into Tyler. You clutch your jaw as Tyler holds you in his arms. You look at Adam and he has a look of regret on his face. "Olivia-" Adam starts, but you cut him off.

"Save it," you spit at him, walking off to see the trainer you so can make sure that nothing is broken.

Tyler's match goes on, and you watch as your jaw is examined.

Nothing's broken and the skin is just bruised. The door to the trainer's room opens up and you watch as Tyler runs in with Fandango right on his heels.

He gently touches the forming bruise on your jaw and says, "I didn't think he'd actually try to superkick me but then you got in the way. I tried to move you."

You say, "I'm okay. Just bruised up. Nothing's broken. Adam's superkicks are ridiculously hard so I'm lucky I don't have a broken jaw."

Tyler pulls you into a hug. He kisses your temple and says into your hair, "I just have to get changed then you can come back to my place. I don't want you to go back to Adam's."

"I live with him so I'll have to go back eventually," you say. "I'll just tell Britt that I'm staying with you tonight. Adam knows so I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore."

He says, "Alright. Let me get changed then we can go. You call Britt and tell her you're staying with me."

You nod and walk off with Tyler to his dressing room.

As Tyler showers and changes, you call your brother's girlfriend. Britt answers in a few rings. "Hey, Olivia. What's going on? Everything okay?" she asks.

"I, uh, I'm staying with Tyler Breeze tonight," you say. "Adam found out that I'm with Tyler and he freaked out, plus he superkicked me trying to superkick Tyler so I don't want to see Adam right now."

Britt says, "I'll talk to him. Wait, you're with Tyler? Like you're dating Tyler?"

You sigh and say, "Yeah, I am. We've been together for a few months now. Adam just found out today and that's when he freaked out. Tyler and I were going to tell him after NXT but he found us together. He and Tyler said some words backstage then I got accidentally superkicked by my brother."

There's a sigh before Britt says, "I'll have a long talk with your brother tonight so you can come home tomorrow. Hopefully, he'll have an apology ready for you and for Tyler. Oh, and by the way, I kind of figured you were with Tyler. You've been spending a lot of time with him and sneaking off with him. Don't think I didn't notice, Miss Olivia."

Giggling, you say, "Someone was bound to notice. I'm glad it was you and not my brother considering the current circumstances."

Tyler walks into the room and looks at you. Britt says, "Well, I'm happy for you. I'll talk to Adam about it and get him to calm down. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, Britt," you say, hanging up the phone. "Ready?"

Your boyfriend says, "Yeah. I'm all showered and clean so we can just lay in bed and cuddle all night."

You gather your things, meaning your phone and wallet, before asking, "Can we actually stop at Dunkin to grab some coffee? And can we play Fall Guys tonight? Please?"

Tyler laughs and says, "Yes, we can grab a coffee and play Fall Guys tonight."

"Yay," you say, leaving the dressing room.

Your boyfriend laughs and intertwines his fingers with yours. You both leave Full Sail Arena. A few of the remaining superstars look at you and Tyler as you walk the halls to leave.

***

Tyler does stop at Dunkin, and you get your usual coffee order. A large coffee with cream and extra sugar. When you get back to Tyler's, he gets Fall Guys set up on his TV for you and he uses his PC to play.

You play several rounds with him. One crown is won between the two of you, and it's you that won it. You definitely rubbed it in Tyler's face and his response was, "Olivia, you're like a pro at this game. You play every damn day."

"And what about it?" you said in reply to Tyler's comment. He just laughed.

After about two hours of Fall Guys, you both decide to stop. It's late, and you both won't stop yelling "quit pushing" during several of the rounds where if you fall off the edge, you lose.

Tyler cleans up the Dunkin and shuts off the game. That's when you realize that you didn't bring any clothes to sleep in.

You look at Tyler and say, "Um, we have a teeny tiny problem."

"What's that?" Tyler asks, walking into the living room from the kitchen.

Playing with your thumbs, you say, "I don't have anything to sleep in. Jeans and a t-shirt isn't exactly comfortable."

Your boyfriend looks at you and asks, "You don't sleep in your underwear?"

You blink at him and ask, "You do?"

Tyler asks, "Who doesn't sleep in their underwear?"

You point to yourself and say, "Me! I don't sleep in my underwear. I actually sleep in pajamas or sweatpants."

"Well I have pajamas or sweatpants you can sleep in," Tyler says to you. "Go find something to wear."

As soon as you were given free rein of Tyler's closet, you sprint to Tyler's room. He follows you and you say, "You never specified what I can grab."

Tyler says, "Spare the hoodies, please."

You get to Tyler's closet and open the door. You look in the small closet and find a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You change, forgetting Tyler was behind you. His eyes are on you, too focused on you to look away.

When you're finished changing, you turn and find Tyler's eyes on you. Your cheeks heat up and you ask, "Did you just watch me change?"

He stammers, "I, uh, I might have. I didn't do it on purpose though."

You giggle and throw your jeans and t-shirt somewhere in the room and you walk over to Tyler. "You watched me change on accident?"

"Yeah," he says.

Tyler's face is a little red and you say, "It's okay. I know I'm hot so you don't have to be embarrassed about it."

He laughs and says, "You are stunning, baby. I'm not embarrassed about it."

You say, "Your flustered cheeks say differently, Mr. Breeze."

A giggle leaves your lips and his hands move so they're resting gently on your cheeks. He cups your face as he says, "I'm going to kiss you so you stop talking about how red my cheeks are."

"I won't stop you from kissing me," you say, smiling up at him. "You know I'll never turn down a kiss."

Tyler smiles and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is slow and soft at first. You shuffle closer to the taller man in front of you and grab a fistful of his shirt. Your eyes flutter closed as the soft kiss continues. You deepen the kiss when you not-so-accidentally slip your tongue into his mouth.

A soft gasp leaves Tyler and you smirk a bit against his lips. His fingers slide up into your hair, holding you close to him by your head. Your hands slip up his shirt, going up and over his stomach and his chest. The fabric is being pushed up as you move your hands.

Your boyfriend pulls back from the kiss to look at your hands under his shirt. "Miss Cole, are you trying to tell me something?" Tyler asks.

Giggling, you say, "Maybe I am, Mr. Breeze. You know how much I love when you don't wear a shirt."

Tyler laughs and he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his jeans. They hang a little low on his hips and you trace the v-line that's exposed.

Your eyes follow your fingers as Tyler asks, "Anything else you'd like me to take off?"

You look up at Tyler and say, "Um, not right now."

Tyler just smiles and shakes his head a bit before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is deep almost immediately. You hook your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pull him close to you.

His hands are now on your waist and you take a step toward the bed, letting Tyler know where you want to go. You push him onto the bed so he's sitting on it. The kiss breaks and you look down at him.

Tyler's fingers slip up your shirt and he says, "It's only fair."

"I don't disagree," you say as Tyler pulls off the shirt you're borrowing him him.

His eyes scan you body and you reach behind you, unclasping the bra you're wearing. You toss it at him and he says, "You didn't have to do that."

You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs and ask, "Are you complaining about it?"

Tyler starts to leave kisses on your now exposed breasts. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you run your fingers through Tyler's hair.

A few moments and marks later, you put your hands on Tyler's cheeks and tilt his head up. You lean down and kiss him. This kiss is rougher and more passionate than the other kisses you've shared with Tyler tonight. You slightly grip his hair as he moves backward on the bed.

Subconsciously, you start to unbutton Tyler's jeans. At the same time, Tyler's fingers are hooked in the borrowed sweatpants and he's tugging at them slightly. Tyler gets the sweats off of you, leaving you in your panties. You get on your knees between Tyler's legs and pull off his jeans. You throw the pants across the room before Tyler pulls you onto him and rolls over so he's hovering on top of you. He's kissing your neck.

Your eyes close and you sigh underneath Tyler's body. His hands roam your body for a few seconds before one of them finds its way into your panties. His fingers gently start rubbing and playing with your clit. You gasp and put your fingers into Tyler's hair.

This is the first time either of you are spending a night with the other and look what's happening. His hand is in your panties and he's marking up your neck.

"Tyler," you sigh, kissing his forehead.

A finger dips inside of you, making you squirm slightly. "Yes?" he mumbles against the skin on your neck.

You say, "I need you to do something."

Tyler starts to move his finger in and out of you, making you moan his name softly. "Like that?" he says.

"Just like that," you say in almost a whisper.

Satisfied with your answer, Tyler moves his finger faster and harder. You bite your lip to stifle some moans but it's not really working.

A second and eventually a third finger is added. Tyler's lips are on your chest and trailing down to your breasts. You're gripping the bedsheets and arching your back off the mattress as Tyler moves his fingers.

"Fuck," you sigh as he builds your orgasm. Your breathing is labored and you look down at Tyler.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and you whine from the sudden absence of his fingers. You watch as he smiles and says, "I got you, baby. Don't worry."

Tyler pulls off your panties and his boxers before reaching into his bedside table and grabbing a tiny silver package. He opens it and slides the contents onto himself. He kneels between your legs, which are wrapped around his waist.

You lick your bottom lip as he asks, "Okay?"

Nodding, you say, "Yes."

He smiles and slowly begins to slide his erect member into you. You gasp and moan from the pressure. You grasp the bedsheets again as Tyler's length fills you.

Tyler lets you adjust to him before he starts to move. He thrusts his hips into you, holding himself up as he hovers over you. You stare up at him as he fucks your into the mattress.

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping together fill the dimly lit bedroom. You're now holding onto Tyler's forearms as he moves.

One of his hands moves down and start to rub your very sensitive clit. He picks up his speed as he thrusts harder into you.

Your orgasm is built back up within a few movements and your legs shake from the overstimulation.

A knot forms in your stomach and your nails dig into Tyler's arms. Tyler moves harder and he starts to hit his target; your g-spot.

"God, Tyler," you moan. "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."

He kisses you softly before saying, "I would never dream of stopping."

Your back arches off the bed again as your walls clench around Tyler. He pins your hips to the mattress and you cry out, "I'm about to come."

Tyler says, "On three. Ready? One."

His movements speed up but get sloppy.

"Two."

Your moan his name loudly and the knot in you stomach explodes.

"Three."

You both come at the same time. You cry out Tyler's name as you release around him. He releases into the condom.

He helps you both ride out your highs and you kiss him messily. Both of you are covered in a layer of sweat and are breathing heavily.

After a moment, Tyler pulls out of you and pulls off the condom. He ties it off and you crawl under the blankets. Your jaw aches a bit but it was worth it for the sex.

That was only the third time the two of you have ever gotten together, and it was more amazing than the first two times. Especially because you don't have to leave right after. You get to stay the night.

Tyler lays beside you and pulls you into his arms. Your back is to him and you're holding one of Tyler's hands. He's leaving soft kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"Guess what?" you ask.

He says, "Hm?"

You turn your head toward him and say in a singsong voice, "I get to stay the night."

Tyler laughs and says, "Yes you do. Expect another round shortly because I just can't get enough of you." He playfully growls and attacks your neck again.

You giggle and get comfortable in Tyler's arms as he leaves even more marks on your neck.

[bunnyywritings]

I'm soft I cant handle angst>∆< Could we have a different route where young pro hero reader accepts shinsou's confession? My heart weeps

misunderstood and unheard [alternate ending]

hitoshi shinso x fem!reader

[a/n: here’s the fluffy ending to【this ask】 thank you for requesting anon! I hope your heart is okay 🥺️ -yours truly, bunny -`ღ´-]

To say he was shocked is a bit of an understatement. He never thought that his work-study application to your agency would be accepted.

You were someone he looked up to, someone he admired. You were a young hero, no more than a couple years older than him and you were already in the Top 5 and had your own agency. You were known because of your quirk. It was very powerful but also seen as villainous. You had a history of never accepting any students for the work-study program, only accepting office interns. So imagine the disbelief on his face when Aizawa had given him the letter. He took it to his room and got comfortable. With fluttering fingers, he shakily ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside. He took a deep breath before carefully unfolding the paper. It was handwritten. You had taken the time to personally hand write him a letter.

‘Dear Hitoshi, I usually don’t take on any students for the work-study program, so I was a little surprised to see your application in my inbox. I decided to take the chance and look it over. Once I saw that you’re currently enrolled at UA, I requested to see footage from your practice matches and the sports festival. You show a lot of promise to become a top hero one day, you’re very talented. As you probably know, I have experience with a quirk like yours and seeing as there’s a lot of very unkind people and unwilling heroes, I would like to inform you that I will gladly accept your application for a work-study. I’m very excited to meet you and help you develop the kind of experience you need to grow as a young hero. I hope you’re ready, your first day starts this Friday at 7am. You’ve already been cleared from class if you decide you want to accept.’

You...you accepted his application...

He hugged his pillow to his chest and buried is red face into it. His heart was racing and adrenaline pumping. He had never been happier in his life. He 100% framed the letter and put it on his wall.

He woke up extra early on the morning of, he just couldn’t contain himself. He had decided to forgo the school uniform and dress in casual clothes, carrying his hero costume in the metal briefcase given by the school. It had definitely improved since his first year, it was simple but it worked. His heartbeat became more erratic as his legs carried him all the way to your agency building. All he could do was stand there, in absolute awe.

“Looks like we were both excited and got here early.” He jumped at the sudden voice beside him, eyes widening as his eyes landed on you. You were dressed in civilian clothes and it took everything in him to not drool. You definitely had style. He blushed when you tilted your head in a confused manner, realizing that he hadn’t responded.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I just c-couldn’t wait s-so...yeah.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well then, come on in.” You giggled as you unlocked the door and held it open for him, he nervously walked. You followed behind him as he looked around in awe. You never really thought that your agency was anything special but he was looking around like he was in disneyland. People had described your office as very homey. There was an exposed brick interior, all the furniture was vintage looking, a turntable in the corner with a shelf of various different vinyl discs beside it. He felt like he was in his dream bedroom.

“Alright then, Hitoshi.” He turned to you, cheeks still pink. “Time to suit up.” The wink you gave him made his face burn. It was going to be a long day.

Going on patrol with you just made his adoration and pride for you grow. You had posed for pictures, did countless autographs, and even went out of your way to make a tik tok or two with some kids. There was no wonder why your social ranking was so high. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. There was some guy trying to rob a convenience store while the both of you made your way back to the agency.

“Why don’t you take this one Hitoshi-kun.” You patted his shoulder encouragingly.

“Are you sure?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I fully believe in you.” Your smile is what filled him with courage.

He calmly approached the robber, “Sir are you sure you want to be doing that?”

“Of course! Now leave me alone you wannabe hero!” The second that shout left the man’s mouth, he froze. Eyes going blank.

You watched with your arms crossed, a small smile on your lips.

“Now why don’t you drop the weapon and put your arms around your back.” The man moved stiffly as he did what he was told. Shinso turned to you, eyes asking what he should do next. You unhooked a pair of handcuffs from your belt and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease and slapped them onto the man’s wrist.

After handing the robber off to the proper authorities, you both made your way to your agency. Ordering some lunch and eating it in your office.

“It must’ve been difficult for you.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Growing up with a quirk like that.” After your clarification, he nodded somberly. Unpleasant memories resurfacing.

“All my life, I had been told my quirk was villainous. People were scared that I would take advantage of them, no one would talk to me...and sure things are a little different now but I still feel like no one truly gets it.” He didn’t know why he was being so honest but he felt like he could be honest with you.

“I truly understand how you feel. My own parents disowned me, they were disgusted by my quirk. My classmates were always terrified of me. They’d tell me that, even if I ever got to be a hero that I’d give the person I’m trying to save a heart attack. Even now as a pro, I get slandered in the press or while on patrols. I get called a demon, heroes like Endeavor are trying to kick me from the hero association.” His eyes widened as he listened to you talk, he could hear the tinge of pain in your voice.“Trying to navigate life alone is hard, I’ve been alone all of my life. When I saw you in the sports festival, the way people reacted to your quirk, I felt for you. I know what it feels like so I thought I’d-” Before you finished, a siren went off in your office.

“Well, looks like lunch time is over.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “Let’s go.“

After helping fend off a villain and having you throw yourself in front of him to protect him, the two of you made your way back.

“Uhm there’s a locker room down the hall. You can shower before heading back to your dorm.” You smiled but he could see you were tired. Right before you guys could leave, Endeavor had some interesting choice words for you and him. You were quick to defend him from the current number 1 hero instead of defending yourself. He felt bad. It was only his first day and you had to protect him from a villain and defend him from the sharp tongue of Endeavor. He nodded and grabbed his bag, making his way to the locker room.

“What do you want Enji? Didn’t you already get enough earlier?”

“Don’t run your mouth brat. I’m here to drop off paperwork for the damage you caused.” The stack of papers he tossed thumped against your desk and you got up and crossed your arms, scoffing.

“The damage I caused? I think you’re confused Enji because last time I checked, my quirk didn’t cause someone’s house to catch fire.” You went to reach for the stack of paper but he caught your wrist in a vice grip and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t think that you’ll ever get to the top (y/n), I’ll always be there to kick you down.”

You chuckled, although it came off as more of a grimace. “That’s not very plus ultra of you Enji...you forget. Not everyone’s goal is to get to the top to try and revive any broken ego we have. Some of us are here to actually help people.” That didn’t please him as he shoved you away.

“I’ll be seeing you around (y/n).” He threatened. Shinso frowned as he watched Endeavor stomp out of the building, turning to you and seeing you rub our red wrist.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, he just dropped off some paper work.” He approached you and softly took you wrist in his hand, thumb gently running over the slight hand print he left behind.

“Did he-?”

“It’s okay Toshi-kun, it’s nothing.” The smile on your lips was convincing enough for him to drop the topic. “Now, why don’t you head back and get some rest. I’ve got some paper work to do.”

“I can help you with that.”

“Oh no, Toshi you should really go and get some rest.” You shook your head.

“Please, let me help you out. If I’m gonna be a hero, I should learn how to properly do paperwork, right?” He smiled, trying to convince you.

“Okay fine. Go put on a record and I’ll order us some more food.”

Over the next couple of hours, the two of you ate, did paperwork, danced around to whatever record was playing and just goofed around. After a bit, he had fallen asleep while resting his head on the desk.

“I told you to go home and rest.” You whispered, shaking your head. Picking up your phone, you sandwiched it against your cheek and shoulder as you placed your jacket over his shoulder.

“Hey Aizawa, your kid fell asleep while doing paperwork...yeah, I know...well I don’t mind keeping him here. I wasn’t really planning on heading home anyways...of course...thanks Shota.” After you hung up, you pushed Shinso’s hair back. “Sweet dreams Toshi.” You placed a soft kiss against his forehead. He tried hard to fend off the smile threatening to stretch his lips.

After that, the work-study lasted for 3 more months.

“Let’s go out.”

“H-Huh?” He stuttered, looking up from the paper work the both of you were doing.

“To commemorate your last day. Let’s go eat, it’s almost time to clock out anyways.“ He agreed and the both of you decided to go get some ramen. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a date. He knew it wasn’t but a boy could dream. As the both of you ate, he reminisced about spending so much time with you.

“I’m gonna miss you Toshi-kun.” Your sudden confession made his heart skip a beat. “I like having you around.” He paused, standing under a sakura tree that the two of you walked under.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as you turned around, standing in front of him.

“I-I need to be h-honest with you (y-y/n).”

“Oh okay, go ahead.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying to ease his worry.

“I think-I think I’m in l-love with you. You make me feel like I’m not alone and the things I experienced are valid. Y-Your smile makes my heart skip a beat and-and I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before...so uh y-yeah.” He did everything in his power to avoid looking in your eyes. He grew disheartened at your silence, taking it as a rejection. That was until he felt your fingertips on his cheek. He looked up, eyes widening at the timid smile on your lips and the blush on your cheeks.

“Took the words right out of my mouth Toshi.” Your soft voice was music to his ears. “I’m a little bit surprised that you uh-well that you like me.” You pulled away from him, he instantly missed your warm touch against his skin. “I didn’t think you’d return the feelings..that you’d think I-I was too old for you.” He was so shocked that he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips.

“S-Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just...how could I no like you? Look at you.” He smirked at how your cheeks deepened a shade of red, the fact that he could make you so flustered fueled his confidence as he approached you, moving until he was inches from your face.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do I make you nervous, (y/n)?” His deep voice sent chills down your spine

“D-Don’t do that Toshi-kun...you’re gonna make my heart burst.” You placed your hands against his chest, softly pushing him away. He quickly held your wrists in place so you couldn’t move.

“Can I kiss you (y/n)?” You bit your lip, silently nodding. He released your wrist and moved to cup your cheek in his soft yet slightly calloused hand. His thumb moving to tug your lip from in between your teeth, caressing it softly. “You’re so beautiful.” This caused your cheeks to heat up once more.

“S-hut up...are you gonna kiss me or-mph!” He cut you off mid shout, the feeling of his lips against yours made the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. He couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as he finally felt you reciprocate.

Both of you moved your heads to deepen the kiss but ended up bumping noses instead. Both of you jumping away from each other, breathless giggles leaving your lips.

“Come on, we should get going.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

He was so gonna brag about this to Denki.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Hey, I just saw your post for pro-kink questions, and heck, why not. I'm trying my hand at writing smut for the first time, and figured I'd start off with something simple: f/f oral. Unfortunately I am a bit stuck. Do you have any general tips? Thank you so much, I absolutely love your writing

Hoooo boy buckle up y’all it is about to get SO GAY up in hurr!

So, just as a heads up, I’m going to go into this assuming you’ve never personally gone down on a girl. If you have, feel free to ignore and/or nod along enthusiastically while I rhapsodize about the joy of eating pussy.

For starters, it’s not simple at all! Like, holy shit, there can be so much more to it than there is when a p goes into a v and they do the whole boom boom done thing. Straight sex is like a straight line graph... erection-shaped, if you will. Builds and builds and boom or whatever the Dean quote is. Lady sex is like a big ol twisty bunch of curves where it builds, you pause to tell her a funny thing you heard the other day, it starts to build again, there’s the grinding (so much grinding; I have a picture on my phone of my inner thighs one morning cause they were straight up black and blue) and the fingering and the making out and the teasing... which brings me to the most important part: girls take their time!

Guys rush to the finish line, girls like to make out and rub against each other and like compliment each other’s underwear for AGES, and even if one person comes, they’re ready to go again real quick, and so a gay sex marathon can be a serious fucking marathon. Remember to hydrate! And file your nails!

And I think a lot of this is going to depend on the context... so again, let’s assume the character has never done this either! If she’s hooking up with a girl for the first time, and has been accustomed to dude-sex, your character is gonna notice some big differences that are gonna dictate a lot of the input from all five senses.

GIRLS ARE SO SOFT. Like, it’s UNREAL. They have lovely soft amazing skin and you can spend a long fucking time just running your hands over it.

Girls tend to be a lot more vocal than guys, it’s fantastic, and they’ll start out making these delicate little noises and end up just totally incoherent and cursing and whimpering. UNF.

Girls smell so good! Perfume/hair products/lotion for starters but also, um, pussy. If you’re not used to that, it’s a huge change in the whole experience. Ballsack sweat is the worst. Pussy ftw.

Obviously things look different. But, like, I just remember this girl getting naked and thinking like OKAY WOW I’M SO MUCH GAYER THAN I THOUGHT because girls are just put together so, so beautifully. So your character’s gonna notice all that too; curves and birthmarks and stretch marks and that shitty stick-and-poke you let your friend do on your ass in college... you know. Stuff like that. And how well it all flows together in these gorgeous soft lines, the little dip under their hipbone that you just wanna bite, etc.

Taste! Yum. And the thing is, no matter how self-conscious girls get, I’ve literally never been bothered by it. And the longer you’re down there, the better it all tastes, cause as they get turned on and things start, like, flowing, the taste changes and is generally sweeter.

Next: again, context will help with this, but think about the relationship and the history between them. Is this a first time for both? Are they friends and comfortable with each other? Or is this familiar and knowledgeable where they know exactly how to touch the other person?

In the most interesting smut there’s sort of an emotional journey that happens; they start in one place and end in another. Sometimes that’s friends to more than friends. Sometimes it’s HOLY SHIT I WANT YOU to sweet cozy comfortable cuddling. Sometimes you get all vulnerable and realize you care. Sometimes you start out just fooling around and they find some incredible new way to touch you that turns into surprising mind-blowing world-altering sex. But in general, writing smut, try to remember that it’s not just bullet points of tricks and movements; there are people here, and they’re feeling things, and the emotional story is just as meaningful as what their bodies are doing.

I think the last thing I’d say is that you want to keep it human and real and messy; ground it in details. Because going down on a girl is so much fucking fun and also so ridiculously intimate. But it’s MESSY. Half your face ends up wet, your fingers get all wrinkly and pruney like you’ve been in a bath, if they have stubble you’re in for some seriously chapped lips/chin/cheeks... and most dudes tend to go at it all tentative, just licking. But if you’re really into it, it’s like you’re totally surrounded by skin and could maybe possibly suffocate. Thighs shaking around your ears, mouth smushed around her clit, your lips are soaked, her hips are twisting up cause she’s trying to hump your face and there’s like bones under there, y’know? grinding all over your chin and you’re worried she’ll buck up and get your teeth... so you wrap your arm under her thigh and hold her in place with a hand on her lower belly and that nice soft tummy is just so squeezable under your fingers, she’s not making cute little ladylike noises any more she’s just saying “fuck fuck fuck” over and over, and the view when you look up? Underboob and everything shaking and her making weird crazy screwed-up faces? It’s EXCELLENT.

It’s so much more messy and dirty than most people would imagine, I think, but almost all sex is. Think about those nasty intimate up-close details, not just “my hand was on her leg” but the way it looked when you dug your fingers in and scratched. Make it real.

Tl;dr: SEX WITH WOMEN IS SO WONDERFUL.

I hope that helps a little?