#(just something I kept wondering about since that is a HC I'm playing with)

[trickstersshadow]

( I love the thread with Seakira and Emet, by the way. I might have *one* argument, though, against Emet, but also I am Very Biased to "diversity wins" and lord knows what muses of mine also lean there.

Also also see me, still wondering an HC soul wise. I do want to admit, however, the irony of Seakira getting suckered in when my own Aki is very unsure is fun~ If mine refused, the irony is not lost to me. )

[saythatuwill]

now playing: say that you will // sleep token ok gang let's be transparent... i wrote this because i was really going through it, and it was going to just be a bunch of shitty bad hurt no comfort thoughts/hcs that's it. i'm still going through it but this did help me a lot actually. still mainly sad stuff about our favorite fish boy though.

on the bright side, i did want to elaborate on siren!noah's backstory and other personality deets so we're getting that at least. i fear this is in fact canon. obviously this is not a fic, just one of my long rambles/thought posts, but... siren au lovers are on the phone... i answer the phone.

also because i feel like someone's gotta say it: WHOA, SHERRY SAYTHATUWILL USES THE SLEEP TOKEN SONG "SAY THAT YOU WILL" FOR A WORK THIS IS CRAAAAAAAZYYYYYY-

au: merfolk/sirens

content warnings: abuse, mentions of murder/eating people, self esteem issues, idk if this is a content warning but noah is HEAVILY bpd coded.

tags: @fadingangelwisp, @concretejunglefm, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx

noah knows he's fallen in love with you, and he is terrified.

on one hand, he's always so happy to see you, and he makes sure you know it. he'll splash around when he sees you, he'll bring you gifts, but he doesn't know what's actually going to happen when he has to address the feelings themselves.

because he's been here before. love is... awful. it hurts, it takes everything. love is pain, love is feeling like nothing unless that person is there.

he's seen nights where he's told to sing. and sing. and sing. his throat is hoarse but his lover told him that if he loved them, he'd keep singing.

he's seen nights where he felt nothing at all. staring blankly back at friends who kept asking what was wrong. he even watched some of them leave and never come back because of it.

or maybe, the nights where they just wouldn't give him anything. no words, no affection, not even a glance. sending him into a downward spiral, wondering what it was that he did wrong. convincing himself that everything he ever did was wrong. he was wrong.

before them, he used to be able to look at his reflection more often. sirens pride themselves in physical appearance, you know! he even carried a mirror with him. that was when he had long hair, it was beautiful.

but they said to cut it off, so he did. ever since you, he's thought about letting it grow out again. but noah can't bear the thought of not being liked by you if he did. he only looks at himself in the mirror if he feels he must. which isn't often. he's only just started to again, because you called him pretty one time.

he's afraid of what he is, too. because there's always the possibility that one night he'll mess it up. come out on a full moon, and all you would be is blood in the water. you would be nothing more than a meal to satiate his cravings for flesh.

then he would never see you, hold you, have you again. how would he go on after that? and yes, realistically he is careful. he's made sure of it, he never goes to your beach on full moons. but what if-

he gets caught up in the what ifs a lot, though. constantly, even. what if he kills you, what if you decide you don't like him anymore and never come back, and he wouldn't even know? what if something happens to you, and he's not there to help you?

he thinks that if you wanted, he would choose to be nothing, feel nothing, unless you were there. he'd be anything, anyone, if only for you. and it confuses him when you don't seem to ask anything of him.

you don't ask him to sing until he physically can't. you don't tell him you hate him, or that he's worthless. you don't hurt him, you're not even afraid of him anymore. he cannot fathom for the life of him why you're not giving him the treatment he deserves.

because he deserves it, right? that's what they used to tell him. he'd become grateful for the treatment even if it was painful, or upsetting, or left him feeling like a million shards of glass.

and if you knew what he did to that lover, you'd surely run away. it wasn't like he wanted to, he just got scared. he bites when he's nervous, like a bad dog. he was protecting himself, even if it meant killing them to keep himself safe.

however, he's a siren. and when sirens kill, they are bad, so he's bad. he's always bad. if anyone else did that though, like jolly, he wouldn't be bad, it would be justified. not for noah, though. he doesn't deserve that same grace and compassion, at least he doesn't think so.

he could never truly be enough for you, he believes that wholeheartedly. he's willing to burn for you, but for you to love him would be out of pity, wouldn't it?

... but.

tonight, you've brought along a few picture books. you're sitting there on the rocks, and you're as beautiful as ever. you're teaching him some new words, and at the end of the night you kiss his cheek before you go home.

it's not violent. it doesn't hurt. it's good, it's pure. and he doesn't know if he deserves that.

but when he lays in his grotto to sleep that night, he's smiling. he does that a lot when he's with you, he finds. you make him feel at home, like he belongs. like he is enough, just as he is. that he's worthy of love that doesn't hurt.

noah knows he's fallen in love with you, and he thinks he's willing to face his fear for you.

[kokoqvx0]

Okay so like here are some sukuna hcs :3

I'm drooling over this mf too much and I'm bored asf, so have fun and read to your hearts content!!

POV: Sukuna hates your ass, but he found you interesting and kept you around, and now he's basically an iPad kid, and your the iPad. (It's late idk why this is funny)

SFW

- Calls you cute pet names instead or your actual name since he met you!

Dumb female, woman, worthless trash, trashy female, maggot (how lovely!!)

To..

(Wretchedly adorable disgustingly beautiful woman/j, little bunny, brat, my weakling)

Not really into cute cheesy stuff so he either keeps it mean or simple, maybe sometimes cute.

- when he met you, you either had to have some good stories to tell him or an interesting personality, or else he probably would've ignored u or killed you tbh.

- he doesn't like to admit it, but he loves to listen to you talk, and converse with you when he's bored.

- whether you know how to cook or not, he doesn't care that much.. (he has uruame or wtv) but if u do know how then that's a wonderful bonus!

- he'd play board games with you, or any kind of games if he was really bored.. (also wanted something to be good at and beat you with) if he looses he'll probably just fight you one on one to remind you who's better in general

- when he goes out destroying villages and killing people, he brings you back expensive souvenirs before leaving. Once he saw a woman with beautiful clothing, he thought it would look good on you, so after he killed everyone he took it and gifted it to you! :3

- doesn't care so much about the dating stuff, if he has you around so much then your already his, so why put a status on it?

- I don't think he would marry.. but if he ended up being madly in love with you or had some sort of admiration towards you, he would just get a ring and put it on you, say your mine/my queen forever and be done with it

- he actually secretly loves when you want to cuddle him from time to time.. he likes your warmth while he puts his huge 4 arms around you and cradle you

- jealous? Sure, possessive? Definitely, this guy will not tolerate other men getting close to you. If they talk with you, he'll be pissed sure, but he knows you won't actually get to close, but touch you? Flirt? Yeah, they're dead.

- loves squeezing your thighs/belly, anything he can get his hands on, not even sexually sometimes, he just wants to feel you (calms him down sometimes)

- when you annoy him too much, he rolls his eyes and flicks your head or arm playfully, then tells you to leave him alone for now. If you get sad about it he'll probably get more mad and just pull you into his arms and squeeze you, "whatever, sorry you sensitive weakling.." kisses you and let's u annoy him for a bit longer

- loves to eat, whenever he's hungry he likes to eat and talk with you sometimes, mostly listen to you talk. He stuffs your mouth with some cow meat or something because he thinks your face looks cute stuffed. If your a vegetarian, he'd probably roll his eyes once you told him and tell you how you would not like meat. (Shows up with a whole farm worth of fruits and veggies to get uruame to make a custom meal for you)

NSFW

-when yall fuckin, he definitely degrades and groans real loud tbh.

- names like, slut, my little cumdump, whore, and all those nasty names come up

-he def has a breeding kink

- loves to mark you, biting everywhere he can, scratching, just to wake up the next morning and see you covered with his love marks is so satisfying to him

- when you get too tired, he stops after a bit and lays down beside you for you to sleep in his arms, if he's still not satisfied he'd probably be pissed but it's alr there's always tomorrow

- he's big, hella girthy too I must say

- he loves missionary or mating press the most, the look on ur face makes him feel even more powerful and when you ride him it's even better seeing you struggle to take him

- spanking goes crazy tbh, loves hearing your yelps and whines when he spanks too hard

- he's so good at eating you out, like seriously, way too good. He doesn't even bother looking up at you most times, too focused on your taste and sounds you make when he gets too rough on eating that shi out 💯

Alr I'm too tired for more but if you have any characters u want me to do go ahead and comment em!! Sorry if this was bad I was half passed out but I'll do better trust, goodnight!

[imaginepirates]

I love your take on potc characters and your headcanons for them. It’s just amazing. If it’s not a bother, I was wondering how do you think those characters would be as a parent? I mean we haven’t seen much parenting even for those that had kids in canon.

Ok so I actually have a few posts about this for James (hc)(hc)(hc) and Barbossa (fic) but! I can always expand. I also have one for Beckett (hc) since I'm obsessed with the idea.

Jack – Oh god. This is such an interesting question, because I firmly believe that Jack is actively against having children. He really and truly cannot fathom the idea of having kids of his own and being torn between caring for them on land where they can lead good lives and being at sea where he himself is happy. It’s a moral conflict he just can’t bring himself to face. His idea of what a child’s life should be like is shaped by his relationship with Teague and the ways in which he recognizes his own childhood lacked structure and support. He knows he can’t be the parent he needed when he was younger, and is thus against having children at all. If he were to have kids of his own, he would have to make the painstaking decision to leave them on land. A pirate ship is no place to raise a child; it’s dangerous and unpredictable. In his eyes, the best place for a kid to grow up is in a place of more stability, where they might have a better chance at finding a legitimate profession and keep themselves out of the trouble Jack has lived in his whole life. Rather than having biological kids, I can more see him acting as a sort of father-figure to a lot of young boys who end up working on the Pearl, teaching them the ropes and watching as they grow in their abilities and confidence.

Elizabeth – Elizabeth would be an interesting parent to have, for sure. I think her relationship with motherhood would be something very complex. For one, she has nothing to go off of, having had no mother of her own for most of her life. With her father gone, she can’t ask his advice, either. She’s such a fiercely independent and active person, too, that mothering may feel like an obstacle for her sometimes. That being said, I think she loves her children dearly and wants to do her absolute best for them. She teaches them all she knows—from proper behavior at formal functions to sword-fighting multiple enemies at once. She’s going to have the most well-rounded kids of all time, tbh. I’ve always kept this image in my mind of her showing up to a meeting of the Brethren Court with a kid just strapped to her front in a sling across her chest, and nobody says a damn thing. This also works as a method of volume control because nobody dares raise their voice and make the baby cry. I have an intrinsic need to see this happen, actually. I love the idea of her kids having pirate baby-sitters half the time when she needs to do something dangerous; Pintel and Ragetti act as honorary uncles, Barbossa as a granddad. Jack is the wine aunt. In all, her kids probably lead a kind of busy, chaotic life with people coming and going throughout their childhoods, but they have ties to an abundance of people who simply adore them. 

James – The most devoted, doting father ever. James is terrified to mess things up as a parent, and is always worrying that he won’t be any good at it. He adores his children and has unparalleled dedication to them. He wants them to have a good scholarly education, something he never had, but if they choose the military over school, he’ll personally oversee as much of their training as he can. He’s a deeply caring father, too. Though not good at expressing his own feelings, he’ll do anything for his children when they need him. He wants them to feel safe when coming to him, something he could never do with his own father. He makes sure to spend quality time with his kids doing things that aren’t school or work, instead playing games or taking them out riding or reading to them. When the kids are young, he’ll take naps with them on his chest, holding them close. He recognizes that he may have to be absent for long periods of time due to the nature of his job, and it tears at him. His greatest fear is going to sea for months while his children are still relatively little and coming home to find that they don’t remember him. Thus, he works hard to be as present as possible while he’s home, wanting desperately to make a positive impact on their lives. 

Will – Honestly, I feel like Will would make the most sane parent. After resolving things with his own father, he’s one of the people with the fewest daddy issues, and actually has a dad to ask questions of when he needs advice. Will feels like a very relaxed parent, not putting a lot of pressure on his kids. He was poor for most of his life, and though he wants better for his children than he had for himself, he also knows that happiness can be found working simple jobs. He’s very open to his children’s wishes and interests, and he’ll support them in pretty much damn anything. He definitely advises not becoming a pirate, though. Assuming the curse has lifted for him by the time he has children, he spends a lot of time with them. If it hasn’t, then he exploits loopholes and just has his kids come aboard the Dutchman as often as possible. He wants to be a presence in the lives of his children, and takes active steps to ensure it. I think he’s a little in awe as he watches them grow up, so impressed by all the things they accomplish, doing things he’d never even dreamed of when he was their age. He’s their number one hype man, too. 

Beckett – I have…feelings about Beckett as a father. He’s not a particularly present one, given that he has zero knowledge on how to take care of kids. There’s a nanny, no question. He doesn’t really know how to properly bond with his children, but does ensure that they get the best education possible and that they have access to a wealth of resources. Especially as the children start to get older and enter society properly, he has a good time with them making snarky commentary about the social scene. Sass is the name of the game. Speaking of games, I do see him as the type to enjoy chess, and he feels a wave of pride whenever his kids beat him. He’s overprotective and possessive—he refuses to let his children suffer in fear as he did when he was their age. He has Mercer with them as a bodyguard whenever they leave the house. If anything happens to his kids, Beckett is not above having the person responsible killed. I think he has a certain terror of being alone, and though he’s not the best at socializing with his children, he never truly wants them to leave.  

Barbossa – Hector is another doting father. He’s led a rough life, and though he doesn’t want that for his children, he’s not above taking them to sea when they grow old enough to sail. Before that, though, he leaves them on land with someone else, coming to visit every so often bearing gifts from all the places he’s been in the meantime. He can afford some degree of comfort for his children, too, and he certainly doesn’t spare that expense—if he can’t be there for his children, they’ll want for nothing else, dammit. Barbossa can’t give up his pirating ways to raise his kids on land himself, which is unfortunate, but the truth. If they do choose to go to sea, he takes them on as cabin-boys (or girls, he doesn’t give a fuck), and lets them learn and progress just like everyone else. I think he’d be happy to have them around, though a little concerned for their welfare. He knows better than anyone how dangerous a life at sea can be. Still, he isn’t too worried; he’s a realist if nothing else, and knows that there are chances for both good and bad. He puts effort into teaching his children and making sure they’re safe and cared for, but he’s a bit more hands-off than some of the others so his kids don’t feel like they’re suffocating. He lets them learn things for themselves, but makes sure they know they always have a (sort of) stable place to return to should they need it. 

(also, if there’s anyone else you’d like to see for this, I think I could probably expand on the list)

[russian-soft-bitch]

would u be willing to write more Robert Langdon x reader? maybe a more detailed fic of reader helping him through his panic attacks? only if u want to! I really really loved the head cannons u wrote for their relationship so I hope you’ll consider it. thank you 💙💙💙

A/n: i know it's been like 500 years since i received this ask, my requests are closed currently and were this way when I got it, but I just really likes the idea, so I'm finally in the mood to write it. Thank you for reading the HCs, hope you'll like it too! Again, I'm not sure if its Hanks or Zukerman version, probably a mix of both, but I had Zukerman in my mind, writing it.

Warnings: panic attack

His Light

Robert Langdon x reader

The day started off perfectly. You woke up in a hotel in New-York, together, after sleeping far more than you needed to. Spend the morning together, basking in the feeling of finally being able to enjoy the close proximity of each other. Then you had a delicious breakfast in one of the little cozy cafes, talking and laughing over the cup of freshly brewed coffee. His fingers were playing with yours, tracing your soft skin in a delicate manner. His soft eyes shone in the light of the sun, his lips stretched in a warm smile, as he traced your face with his gaze. Once the coffee was drunk, the pastries were eaten, you made your way to the one of the tall buildings Robert hated so much. You were supposed to leave your work at Harvard and enjoy the short vacation to the fullest, but life had a way of ruining things sometimes. Robert hesitated as he stepped into the lift, but he knew well enough that he didn't have it in him to walk to the 70th floor. And he also knew that you would be going with him, and that you weren't exactly sport oriented person. You hold his hand gently in yours, your touch soft but firm, as it managed to distract him just a little. You knew he was sometimes having panic attacks due to being claustrophobic, but you had never seen him have them in the year you had been together. And you hoped you never would. After a soft wheezing sound, the lift stopped. You tried to press a couple of buttons, to call for someone. At the same time you felt Robert tense up near you, his hand gripping yours tighter. He was muttering something about hating the lifts and skyscrapers, his breathing shallower and shakier than before. You carefully pulled your hand away from his sweaty one, placing your gentle palms on either side of his face. "Look at me," you said softly. "Focus on me." You could see him trying so hard to focus on your voice, on your eyes. But his gaze kept shifting from the wall to wall and back to you. You took a step closer, pressing yourself against his slender body, as it was slightly shivering, making sure that all he could see was you and you only. You fingers gently stroked his temples, your eyes stubbornly maintaining the eye contact. You saw him start to hyperventilate, and gulped nervously. But he didn't need to see your emotions now. "Robert, focus on me… Remember our first date? How you kept on blabbering about Renaissance paintings? To me of all people?" you managed a small smile, remembering the date and how he stumbled over his words, and combed through his now damp with sweat hair. He kept shivering, his breath still shaking, but your voice had an effect on him, so you decided to just carry on. You were talking about your dates, the life you had, the wonderful morning you spend together. You told him how much you loved him and that as long as he had you by his side, he would always be safe. The lift started to go up again, and you saw how Robert visibly relaxed and rested his forehead against your shoulder. You hugged him tightly and stroked his back and neck gently. His body was still trembling in your arms, as you pressed your lips to his face. As soon as the doors opened, he bolted from the lift, leaning against the sturdy wall of the building and taking deep breaths. Once he managed to somewhat catch his breath, he mumbled a small "thank you" and hugged you, pressing your soft body against his. Needless to say, the meeting didn't happened and you got back to the first floor by the stairs.

[sapphic-agent]

Momo rewrite anon here!

I've been toying around with the idea of trans girl Izuku for the rewrite, and I'm really liking. I was thinking of her preferred name being Izumi. Izumi means "spring" or fountain", I think it is still in align with her character. Izumi is someone who grew up not knowing a lot about queer stuff, and kept all of their thoughts and feelings about their identities to themselves. They get to see and explore with their classmates, who are more openly queer. Which causes her to question her own identity, and knowing her, does extreme research. Like holy Hell, you can change your gender?? Just like that?? She's very conflicted about the whole thing and it takes awhile for her to be comfortable, and open about it. One of Izumi's flaws is that she is terrible at opening about her feelings. Once she does, the girls are excited to have another girl in class. Since UA can allow things like hair dye and piercings, I'm sure it'll be fine to get Izumi a girls uniform. Izumi still does get... assholes who are transphobic and stuck in their old ways. However, due to her getting more confident she stands up to them. I think it would be really cute if she grew out her hair, puts it in a high ponytail, and ties a yellow bow around it. Bc obviously to resemble All Might. Also a tie in with Nana for the ponytail, as well. Ik Horikoshi's trans rep is just... could be a lot better, let's put it that way. Also we get a protag that still has the next generation tie into it. The next generation being more open minded, and let go of harmful ideologies, and accepting of people. Izumi sheds her old skin and embraces who she is, is like peak trans to me. Again, this is just something I'm playing around with as an idea. Plus sapphic Izuocha (And if anyone is wondering, I am a trans male!)

I can definitely get behind MTF Izuku! I've played around with fem (trans and cis) Izuku in my head a lot. It goes well with Izuku as a character and could fit very nicely. I definitely like it a whole lot more than trans Bakugou because it feels like a tactic to make Bakugou more sympathetic, as Bakugou fans tend to do.

And like, it's fine. I don't care that people hc Bakugou as trans. It just doesn't do anything to endear me towards him. Whereas with Izuku (or Todoroki or literally anyone else), it would just add a lot of meaning to the character.

Also, as my user suggests, I'm weak for sapphic ships. So sapphic IzuOcha is a win for me

[internetmisfitsworld]

"What if Perseus is Makarov's father??" I said, jokingly.

And so begins my quest of finding whether or not how logical this theory could be.

And well...

I don't think it's a joke anymore lmao.

It really is unsettling how truly similar they are.

In certain ways.

Before we begin, let's clarify something here.

Since AV de-aged reboot Makarov, this theory only make sense if you pair Perseus with the OG Makarov. Why? Because Perseus died of cancer in 1983.

Since we have yet to know how old is the new Makarov, I'm gonna assumed he's around Price's age. At least I hope so. Idk how I'm gonna feel if they decides to make him late 20s. He's gotta be born either in 1985 or younger than that. At least that's what he looks like. So, there's no way Perseus could be his father.

Now, the OG Makarov though......

Let's go through this points by points.

He was born in 1970. October 4th, to be precise (at least according to Soap's journal). There's no indication or mentioned siblings in his record. Parents or whatsoever. I have my own personal HC on this but that's another essay.

Perseus himself doesn't have any canon date of birth and place of birth. Let's assume he was born in, maybe, around the year of 1918. I was gonna go ahead and make him the same age as Adler (1937). But according to this modelling mugshot pose he pulls photo,

If he looks this scrumptious old during 1960, then he's gotta be at least 42 years old. That would make him 52 when baby Mak was born in 1970.

"Isn't he a little old to be a dad at that age?" Uhhh not really. Especially given his situation, my dude was constantly on the move busy doing spy shit all over the world. He was young, patriotic. So, perhaps domestic life wasn't exactly on his mind at the time being or just haven't found the one yet. My guess is, he found someone in 1968/1969 yada yada fall in love yada yada get married yada yada and boom baby Mak was born in 1970. Whether they settled for one kid or more, that's up to your interpretation.

Now, in terms of looks, I don't think they're exactly copy paste. We know that Mak has Heterochromia. Perseus had blue eyes and Makarov's mama must've had green eyes.

If we want to compare their pictures, let's start with in-game model.

Ehhh I'd say they score about 75-80% in terms of appearance alikeness. Big ass forehead? Check ✅️

Now, if you put Perseus real life model and Makarov MW3 model..

Yeah okay score about 95%. Especially the eyebrow scrunch thing.

Perseus was 6 ft'2. Our boi on the other hand was 5 ft'11. My dude did not inherit the tall genes unfortunately.

Perseus and Makarov both had comradeship with Imran Zakhaev.

Zakhaev looked up to Perseus, claiming him to be "a mentor, having played a part in radicalizing his attitude towards the West."

As for Makarov, we know how much he looked up to Zakhaev. He did took him in during the lowest point of his life and gave him a purpose. Something he lost when he was forced to discharge from the military. Zakhaev's protégé. Zakhaev's executioner.

However, Perseus and Mak share one common trait; their methods were frowned upon by Zakhaev.

"Imran, however, soon realized the danger of Perseus's ideas. Believing Perseus's actions would turn the world against the Soviet Union, he prevented Perseus from taking control of a facility in Verdansk, where a chemical agent called NOVA-4 was produced."

"While Zakhaev was grateful to Makarov for saving his life on the day of his assassination attempt, he also kept him in check, possibly due to the fear of Makarov's extreme methods and ambitions, which later proved correct."

It boggles my mind that Zakhaev have the patience to continously kept Makarov's in check for 15 years of their partnership. He's aware of how terrifyingly brutal he is and even though it clearly bothered him, he still kept him around.

This is one of the key points that makes me wonder if Makarov is not just a nobody that he picked off the underworld. Maybe him being Perseus's son is what drives Zakhaev to mentor him and stick with it till the end. Well, at least as long as he could control him. I had no doubt that if Makarov push Zakhaev too far and shows signs of being too out of control, he'll be dead way before Price could wrung his neck.

Speaking of methods,

"Perseus' true plan was to detonate all the American nukes across Europe and have the United States take the fall. Perseus wanted to rebuild Russia from the ashes."

"Makarov's scheme was to initiate the global conflict of World War III, and that was accomplished by massacring a Russian airport and making it look like the US was involved. Later on, he would attempt to nuke all of Europe for Russia to fully invade and rebuild from the ashes."

See the resemblance?

Their speech pattern really parallel each other;

Perseus: Today, we reshape the world.

Makarov: Today, we show the world our true strength.

Perseus: Our motherland is lead by cowards and weaklings.

Makarov: Now our country is run by squabbling lackeys and politicians who can hardly be called patriots.

Perseus: The superpowers will fall, victims of their own greed and corruption.

Makarov: The corrupt talk; while our brothers and sons spill their own blood.

Perseus: We will rebuild Greater Russia from the ashes.

Makarov: Russia will take all of Europe, even if it must stand upon a pile of ashes.

Perseus: They sleep soundly at night, knowing they put on a good parade - but they lack the will to do what must be done.

Makarov: Our enemies believe that they alone dictate the course of history, but all it takes is the will of a single man.

Perseus: The others, however, are still out there. I will finish them off if I have to.

Makarov: I will not rest until I have killed or captured the men who killed Imran Zakhaev.

Perseus: (to Bell) You remember my face don't you?

Makarov: (to Vorshevsky) You know who I am?

Perseus: But have no doubt. These are but temporary losses. We are just getting started, my friend.

Makarov: The road to our future begins here, my friend.

So in conclusion, it seems that the possibility of them being father and son is really plausible so far.

[nicki0kaye]

his mother's lovers 👀

A wonderful selection, as it is likely to languish in my wips for eternity.

'His Mother's Lovers' is a Hades game fic where Zagreus is introduced to Minthe and Leuce, the two nymphs his parents kept as girlfriends before the clusterfuck that was his birth. In the original mythos, Hades cheated on Persephone with the girls, but in my hc, it was a happy polycule, until Hades ruined everything for everyone, bc he sucks.

This also is a semi-direct stealth sequel to my Asterius fic that I never finished, Adjusting to the Light, since the nymphs play a big role in helping Asterius acclimate to life in Elysium. The original idea for HML was kind of a bait and switch; it was never REALLY about Zagreus learning about the cool women his parents used to bed on the regular, tho that's the meat of the fic itself, it was REALLY about Zagreus learning his father kept Theseus as a sugar baby and that a LOT of the bad blood between Zag and the champion is a direct result of Hades not telling ANYONE about Zagreus. Not even those he professed to love and who loved him in return.

To the young prince's horror-- Wait, what? --to his horror, he finds that he is witness to a moment entirely unintended for his eyes, or that of any creature, living or dead, outside those two currently locked in earnest embrace. For his crime of innocent curiosity, Prince Zagreus receives the absolutely unimaginable sight of his mother kissing another woman with the unmistakable passion of a lover, reunited. Zagreus turns and sprints blindly back down the corridor, not even sure if he really saw it happen or just gets to live with the mental image in the back of his head, now, forever.He doesn't get far. He thinks first it's a pillar he's run headlong into, but no--no, he looks up to see it's his father. His father, who's reached out to steady him with a massive hand to his shoulder--and for a moment Zagreus is transported back he doesn't know how long ago, back to when he was much smaller, and much more afraid of being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. Like running in the House. A very old fear climbs up to grip his throat; he must think of an excuse, quickly, or-- ...wait. Wait, he isn't a child any longer! And besides, Father isn't even looking at him. He's looking past Zagreus, into the garden, which--no, no, that's very bad, oh no this is so bad, if he sees-- ...wait. "Actually, no," Zagreus says aloud. "You've earned this."

When he moves to push his father's hand off him and step away, he meets no resistance. Almost feels a little low, going for that 'earned it' jab, what with the forlorn way his father stares out into the garden. He did, though! Hades did earn it, and wouldn't be making that face if he didn't know it, too. "...It...was a matter of time, I suppose," Father says, in that slow, uncertain way he gets when faced with his failures. "It was," Zagreus agrees. He tries to find some comfort in this new opportunity to rub his Lord Father's nose in his own mistakes. It does take some of the awkwardness away, but not enough. "I'm just surprised it didn't happen while she was away, on the surface." His father shoots him a look--'what idiocy are you on about now, boy?'--but then his eyes wander away again, before Zagreus even has time to school his uncharitable expression into something more neutral. "...no," Hades says, "no, it wouldn't have." Again, his father's attention is drawn to the doorway. "She would not have known where to find her." ...okay. That certainly has some implications.

And what was it that the voice said? 'Lovers reunited?'"Who is she?" Zagreus asks. He's concerned about what the answer will be. Ridiculous that he is, maybe; the answer is pretty obvious already, but. He doesn't like it. "Minthe," Hades says, with reverence Zagreus thought he only reserved for his wife's name. "Naiad of the river Cocytus."

"Okay…" Zagreus shifts his weight to his other leg and squints up at his father. "You don't seem very surprised."

Hades sighs and finally looks to his son again, though there's no heat behind his inverted gaze. Just that annoyingly pathetic melancholy. "Why would I be?"

Zagreus' frown deepens--he hates when Father does this! Stupid leading questions when they both know it's Hades' damnable silence that got them here! Oh, why would you be? Gosh, Father he wouldn't know now would he--but still, Zagreus does what he can to keep the anger off his face. Old habits die hard, they say. "Strange nymphs wandering into the garden, greeting mother with an embrace and a kiss; not exactly a normal day or night around here, is it?"

His father closes his eyes and turns away. So that one hurt a little, huh? Good.

"Who is she really?"

Hades takes his time preparing his answer--not that he should really need to. All he has to do is admit the truth. You know. The thing he promised he would do, on account of spending most of Zagreus' life lying by omission and consequently screwing everything up for everyone?

Really, Zag shouldn't be surprised when someone else beats the coward to it.

[ultfreakme]

WOW... You can't imegine how excited I am now that I know you also ship AkaFuri from KnB. When I entered the fandom, most people ship akashi with kuroko or akashi with his white haired senpai (sorry forget the name). And then Zuko/ Sokka, at that time (years ago), most will ship zuko/katara or katara/aang, and I was made fun of because of my ship... Thanks for sharing your fav ships @ultfreakme ....

I found your blog cause your post about parallel between ItaJun with SatoSugu (you are the first person who I found to see the similarities between ItaJun with SatoSugu)....

Can I ask why do Gojo in s1 left bad impression on you? I love your HC about him, so true, I can't imagine Gojo without his power or wealth but I can imagine Geto from rags to riches.....

YES ANOTHER AKAFURI SHIPPER MWAHAHAHA!!! And a Zukka as well I see I see you have wonderful taste hehehe. I fully understand why people shipped Akashi with Kuroko and white-hair senior(Mayuzumi hhhhh me & my friend love this character a lot, we mostly enjoy the secondary and tertiary character like Nijimura- who was the Generation of Miracles former captain). But like, AkaFuri just have so much fun potential~~

And oh my god I fully escaped the Zuko/Katara shipping content and discussions because I wasn't in fandoms as a kid, it must have been a nightmare for you to have shipped Zukka back then when the Zut@r@s are....well they are not fun to talk with. Back then and often even now, people see queer ships as less valid than het ships even though both are equally unlikely. Just because a ship is het doesn't mean it's less delusional. Glad we can all enjoy the Zukka renaissance now and hopefully the vitriol from the het ship wars does not reach us anymore.

I posted the ItaJun/SatoSugu parallel thinking no one would agree and it felt a little delulul shipper brain even to myself but like, it was there, and I just wanted to talk about it and I'm so glad someone else saw it too!!! I think JJK has a lot of relationships that are just, variations of each other. Eg; Gojo-Geto, Yuuji-Junpei, Yuuji-Megumi are all sort of divergences of each other. There's an idea of 'being saved' that runs through all 3 of them. Geto doesn't want to be saved, Junpei wants to be but he doesn't manage to say it out loud, Megumi explicitly asks to be saved. I think they each give insight into the effects of loneliness and power, sort of like Junpei, Geto and Megumi are all a 'what if?' of each other and I think this exists outside of shipping with multiple characters [Maki and Toji, Jogo-Hanami-Dagon and the jujutsu high kids (wild comparison ik but I;'m thinking of it in like, the aspect of wanting to protect one another and be there for each other while being unable to in the face of an enemy that is much stronger than their desire and power to keep each other safe)].

Ah, and Gojo's first impression. I don't usually trust characters with immense power. On first watch I was empathizing with Yuuji the most since he's the MC, and this suspicious, extremely powerful man is playing nice with Yuuji, who he wanted dead at the start. I saw him making Yuuji grow stronger and eating Sukuna's finger as something he did to serve his own unspoken(probably evil) goals in the future. Like the way he acted kept making me think he had an ulterior motive. As the series went on a the exchange event came around, my suspicions went away but I still didn't enjoy his personality type- arrogant, childish, never takes anything seriously, high off his own power and unable to empathize with normal people.

But season 2 made me enjoy his silliness from s1 because it re-contextualized his attitude. He's not annoying and childish to people only to be an asshole, he genuinely likes these people and wants to have fun with them. He doesn't take anything seriously on the surface but deep down he's calculating everything so the kids around him don't need to worry. He's high off his power but why wouldn't he be? He wasn't exaggerating in the slightest when he said he was the strongest, that was objective fact. It's not that he doesn't want to understand the people around him, he just fundamentally CAN'T but despite that he really, really tries in the few ways that he can.

I'm used to characters like Gojo- those that are low on empathy and way too strong for their own good- Saiki from Saiki K, Saitama from One Punch Man. Those characters despite their strength, have this human struggle and relatable element to them which I found missing in S1. But S2 showed his weaknesses and suddenly everything about him made a lot of sense and he shot up from being a character I didn't give a crap about to one of my top faves. Gojo Satoru wasn't a god.

He would rig thing so his students can play baseball instead of shed more blood and build animosity through fighting. He'd bargain for the life of a child because he's a child and children deserve to be happy. He was a child once.

It's so funny and frankly amazing how I, the reader who has insights the characters will never have, still fell into the trap of thinking of Gojo as separate and unattached to regular humanity that most characters in-universe did. Having that subverted was such a fun experience.

Thanks for the ask anon! Have a nice day~~

[ma-chi1993]

Hello, I hope it's not a problem but I felt inspired by this hc lmao, I wrote a small story.

I want to put it on ao3, so if you have accounts on there I might tag you and credit you properly, lmk.

It all started as small talk, as much as small talk one could have in a deadly game. Something to get their minds off for a little while, just to feel normal and sane again. Inho is not so heartless to force them to focus on their current situation at all costs: he'll allow them to play pretend and ignore the death that surrounds them at every corner, for now.

They talked about different topics, from food to places they had traveled to; somehow, they had ended up talking about their sexual lives and experiences. Surprisingly, it was Junhee that had started it: "It was an accident, the pill didn't work. I still can't believe I allowed this to happen, it wasn't even that good," she had said while caressing her belly. Inho had watched with amusement the redness spread across Daeho, Jungbae and Gihun's faces, their sudden stiffness and awkwardness as Junhee kept talking.

"He was so fixated on his 'work' that he would barely finish before going straight back to it, it was so frustrating." she continued, leaning against the metal bars of the bunk bed.

Inho turned briefly to look at player 333: "That is very immature on his part. A man should always put the pleasure of his lover before his own," he said as his eyes met Gihun's.

The latter blushed even more but he agreed: "Y-Youngil is right, yeah."

"O-Oh s-sure," Daeho stuttered, he obviously was the most embarrassed one, "I-I always m-make sure that m-my girl is s-s-satisfied, yeah, of course."

"Are we really having this conversation right now?" Jungbae asked, flabbergasted, looking around them to see if someone was eavesdropping their conversation.

"Well, we are all adults here, sex is nothing to be ashamed of," Inho shrugged, smirking at how uncomfortable is companions were - except Junhee, who seemed as amused as him.

"I-I suppose," Jungbae said, straightening his back and drying his sweaty palms on his trousers, "Well, I admit I didn't do much since my wife divorced me, just a few adventures here and there."

"Was it good?" Junhee asked, her curiosity and bluntness surprised Inho.

"Oh um… I-I suppose I can't complain? It was just to let out some steam you know? N-Nothing serious, I guess I'm too old for this kind of things."

Junhee hummed, satisfied by the answer, and turned to Daeho, who became even more red.

"W-What?"

"What about you Daeho-sshi?"

"What about me?"

"Do you have someone outside of here?"

"Er, no no. I um, I mean, t-there's no one, n-not that I'm a virgin."

"I never said you were-"

"N-No one of the girls I have been with ever complained so," Daeho looked like on the verge of collapsing, fidgeting with the collar of his t-shirt.

"Only girls?" Junhee inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"W-What?!"

"Well, you know the stories about men in the military…" she said, a sly smile on her face.

Daeho, so red that he may as well have become a ripe tomato, didn't know what to say and looked at Jungbae as if looking for support.

Inho snorted when Jungbae just shrugged: "Well, she isn't wrong. I think most of us have fooled around when we did our service."

"We did? I-I mean, of course we did!" Daeho let out a nervous laughter, eyes wondering everywhere except on the faces of his companions, his cheeks somehow even more red.

"What about you Gihun-sshi?" Inho asked as he turned to the oldest one of their little team, "Any experience you want to share?"

"Um," Gihun scratched behind his ear, embarrassed, "Well, my situation is very similar to Jungbae's, I had a few dates after my divorce but nothing serious."

Jungbae patted Gihun's leg, sympathetic: "It's a hard life man, once we are out of here we should go meet some ladies, what do you say?"

"Yeah!" Daeho agrees, way to enthusiastic.

"I… I don't think I can."

"Don't say that Gihun, we may be old but I'm sure we still have a chance!"

Junhee nods: "As long as you use protections…"

"I-It's not that."

"Then what is it? Can't get it up anymore?" Jungbae laughed when Gihun playfully shoves him with his foot.

"No it's," he sighed, looking a bit conflicted.

"You have someone out of here," Inho said as a matter of fact, smiling at Gihun's shocked expression.

"How do you-"

"You do? Aish, Seong Gihun, why didn't you tell me?!" Jungbae exclaimed, indignant, giving another small slap to the other's leg.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you, it's just," Gihun sighed again, massaging his tired eyes and passing a hand through his short hair.

"It's complicated?" Junhee suggested.

"You… You could say that."

Interesting. In the months where they have kept a close eye on Seong Gihun, they never found out about a possible lover: the man was surrounded either by thugs or mercenaries most of the time, but aside from that he was alone at the motel he had bought. When did he have the time for a relationship? Inho doubted that Gihun was able to somehow elude their surveillance, so it must be someone from either the group of thugs of the mercenaries. The fact that it was a man was probably the reason he was reluctant to admit it.

"Wanna… Wanna talk about it?" Daeho asked, tentative.

Gihun bit his cheek, then took a deep breath: "I… I met him-" he stopped and corrected himself immediately "her a few months ago."

Too late.

"Him?" Jungbae interrupted him, intrigued, "It's been a while since you dated a man, Gihun."

"N-No I-"

"It's not a problem for us Gihun-sshi," Inho reassured him, looking at the Daeho and Junhee who both nod their heads in confirmation.

Gihun relaxed significantly at that, but still looked very nervous: "Um, well, he and I met a few months ago… Under particular circumstances, let's say."

"What is he like?" Junhee asked, smiling in encouragement.

"H-He's younger than me."

"By how much?"

"Um, he's in his thirties."

Jungbae whistled: "Seong Gihun, what is this? Nothing for years and then you go after a man half your age?"

"I didn't go after him, it was the opposite," Gihun said with exasperation and fondness.

A man in his thirties. Someone of the mercenaries then.

"And you didn't say no to him uh?" Jungbae teased him.

Gihun sighed: "He… He was persistent, let's say that."

"You are both consenting adults, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Inho said, smiling when Gihun turned to face him.

"I-I'm not ashamed, it's just," he scratched his head again, probably unsure whether he should show vulnerability and admit his insecurities, "He's… He's such a nice guy, and somehow he decided to show interest in me, I… I don't understand it."

"My, you must have a massive crush for this guy Gihun," Jungbae said after a brief silence, patting the other's knee in reassurance. Gihun blushed even more, but didn't deny it.

"Hyung-nim, if I liked men or I were a girl who liked men, I would definitely have a crush on you!" Daeho declares with a bright smile, only to turn red after, "I-I mean, I don't have a crush on you, n-not because you are not crush material, I-I just don't like men like that-"

"Thank you Daeho," Gihun smiled at him, amused by his antics.

"So, he courted you?" Junhee asked, returning their focus on the previous topic.

"I guess you could say that."

"What, did he bring you flowers?" Jungbae joked, his mouth going slack when Gihun blushed, "Wait, for real?"

"He brought me roses."

Junhee gasped, delighted: "That's so romantic!"

"I guess," Gihun smiled, sheepish.

"Were they red roses, hyung-nim?"

"Y-Yes."

"He definitely likes you back hyung-nim!" Daeho said, excited like a puppy, "Red roses are the flowers of love."

"Look at that, courted at your age by a younger man, I'm almost jealous," Jungbae laughed, happy for his friend.

Inho ignored the twist in his stomach: "And it all started two months ago?"

"Well, things developed quickly."

"Are you still at the courting stage?" Junhee asked.

Gihun stuttered a few incomprehensible words before admitting: "N-No."

Jungbae gasped and shoved him: "Gihun!"

"I-It just happened!"

"How many times 'it just happened'?"

"Um… N-Not once," he said, avoiding eye-contact with the others.

"Aish, you lucky bastard! Getting laid regularly at your age!"

"How did you two met?" Inho asked, curiosity and something unnamed gnawing at him.

"As I said, it was particular circumstan- ah forget it! He wanted to help me with taking down the games," Gihun explained, then made a brief pause as if considering to continue, "He… He left his job to help me, it's also very important to him."

"Where did he used to work?"

"He was a cop."

Inho's heart stopped. A cop? In his thirties? Ah but no, no, no, wait: it was not that uncommon for mercenaries to be ex-policemen. Right, right. Who knows how many ex-cops in their thirties are now part of paramilitary forces, there must be at least more than a few among Gihun's men beside Junho. Right.

Right.

"How come he wants to stop these games?" Jungbae asked.

"He's looking for his brother, he thinks he's being held captive somewhere here on the island."

A ex-cop, in his thirties, looking for his lost brother: there must be someone else that fitted that description beside Junho, right?

Right?!

"So you joined forces and you fell in love?" Junhee said, smiling brightly and clasping her hands, "It looks like something out of a drama."

"I wouldn't say we fell in love- I mean- I don't, um," Gihun blushed even more as he tried to find the right words, "We… Didn't really talked about it?"

"Gihun, he gave you red roses!" Jungbae argued, looking at him as if he was being unreasonable.

"Maybe he was just being nice?"

"Hyung-nim, you don't buy red roses to someone just to be nice!"

"Daeho is right," Inho said, still feeling a bit dizzy by the incredible coincidence of this mysterious man having so many similarities with his little brother, "He seems pretty much into you, and I'm sure he did more that giving you flowers to show his interest."

"Well, they have already fucked multiple times, so there's that."

"Park Jungbae!" Gihun called out his friend, indignant, as the others laughed - except for Inho, who was trying his best to keep calm and not make unnecessary connections.

"C'mon Gihun, nothing to be embarrassed about," he said, apparently forgetful of how he had been against talking about such sensitive topics just a few minute ago, "And he obviously makes you happy, he's good for you."

"You don't even know him."

"Then tell us more about him."

Gihun sighed: "Well, he has a scar on his abdomen, he was sick when he was a child and his brother gave him one of his kidneys. It's how I'll recognize his brother, if I ever get the chance to see that scar."

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no.

"So he's a true fighter," Jungbae said - Inho can't help but feel a little proud at the compliment because yes, Hwang Junho is indeed a fighter, since he was a little baby barely taller than Inho's knee, and how in the world did he end up with Seong Gihun of all people?!

"Is he handsome?" Junhee asked, invested in the story.

"He is very, very handsome," he answered with a small, adoring smile - Inho's stomach twisted painfully again.

"How do you keep up with someone so young? Our stamina is not what it once was after all," Jungbae teased him, laughing when Gihun pushed him with his foot again.

"He does most of the work anyway," Gihun muttered. Jungbae and Junhee lightened up at the succulent detail, while Daeho looked like he wanted to bury himself somewhere deep enough to escape this conversation. A feeling Inho knew all too well.

"So he's good?" Junhee asked.

"H-He is, yeah."

"And how do you keep up?"

"I barely do Jungbae. I swear he wants to have sex all the time," Gihun said, rubbing his face.

"Ah, to be young and in love again! I wouldn't complain Gihun-ah, we were the same at his age."

"I'm not complaining, it's just, how do I say this… H-He just can't keep his hands off of me, it's insane, I'm not used to this anymore."

"Wow, he really has fallen for you uh?"

Gihun blushed again, but seemed pleased: "H-He's very passionate, yeah."

"Oh yeah, 'passionate'," Jungbae laughed, "You two go at it every night I bet."

Inho didn't know if a superior Being existed, but he started praying mentally anyway to whatever God might exist to please make Gihun deny that claim and shut up once and for all.

Of course, that didn't happen.

"Well, he has the stamina for it."

"Ah, lucky bastard!" Jungbae slapped Gihun's leg again, "I'm jealous you know? I wish I had a young man to have sex with every night and I don't even like men!"

"Jungbae!"

"Gihun-sshi, you seem very happy!" Junhee said, smiling warmly, "This guy must be the right one for you."

"He's… Well, he's very sweet. And lovely too. And strong and kind."

"And you love him," Jungbae added, laughing when Gihun blurted a weak denial.

"N-No I… I mean… W-We didn't talk about it!"

"M-More reason to get out of this damn place alive!" Daeho spoke for the first time in a while, face red like a traffic light but still jovial, "Hyung-nim, you have to tell him how you feel!"

"I… I don't…"

Gihun lowered his eyes, insecure. Junhee gently touched his hand: "Daeho-sshi is right, I'm sure he feels the same for you."

Gihun looked at her with surprise, then let out a small chuckle: "Damn, I look like a teenager right now."

"It's the power of love my friend!" Jungbae said, patting his leg, "C'mon, once we get out of here you will confess your love and have a long night of passion."

Everyone laughed at that, but Inho didn't have the strength to join in. His heart was beating like crazy, he was sweating like he just ran a marathon as his brain tried to elaborate the information it just gained.

His brother and Seong Gihun were in a relationship, they had sex every night, his brother was apparently some sort of stallion, Gihun was the more passive one, they had sex every night. they were in love but didn't confess to each other yet, they had sex every night, his brother gave his sworn enemy red roses and they had sex every fucking night!

"Hyung-nim are you okay?"

Daeho's question made everyone turn to face him. Inho didn't know what face he was making but he was finding difficult to regain control of it.

"W-What?" he stuttered.

"You look a bit pale," Daeho noted with worry.

Inho rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers, he didn't know what to say: his brain was too occupied supplying flashed images of his brother and Seong Gihun being intimate together.

"I-I'm a bit tired," he said in the end, standing up and going to his bed, "I'm going to rest."

"Ah, we should yeah," Daeho agreed, happy to have an excuse to get away from that conversation, "I'll be on watch first."

"O-Oh okay," Gihun stood up and helped Junhee reach her own bed.

"Youngil-sshi, are you sure you are okay?" Jungbae asked him.

"P-Positive, just tired," he answered and quickly laid down on the mattress on his side facing the wall, ignoring the others' worried gazes.

"Is he okay?"

"Tired he said," Jungbae told Gihun as they got to their own beds; then his tone became more hushed, malicious, "Say, now that it's just the two of us."

"What?"

"You bottom don't you?"

"Jungbae!"

"C'mon, admit it!"

A brief pause. Inho thought about the creates of explosives located under the island and wondered if he could sneak into his quarters unnoticed to activate them and put an end to his misery.

"Well, it's basically inevitable-"

"Ah, always a pillow princess Gihun!"

"It's not my fault, I swear he's hard all the time, I can't keep up!"

Inho had the sudden impulse to strangle himself with the sheets.

Team X starting to talk about the best sexual exeprience they've had (it was one of those in between moments where they're waiting for the announcement of the next games) they don't know they even got to that conversation but talking about random things feels like they're just friends hanging out and it helps with the fears and anticipation. "Youngil" turns to Gihun and flirtingly asks about Gihun's sex life and after much coaxing by the others, he relates that there is someone. He met them some time ago, a cop who's younger than him. He was looking for his brother who was connected to the games and they were helping Gihun out with taking the games down. "Youngil" ALREADY knows who Gihun's talking about and he already has that "oh shit" expression on his face. THEN Gihun just starts talking about how good the younger man is in bed, how much stamina he has, like talks about the dude wanting to have sex like all the time. The worst part is Gihun was trying so hard to keep it PG but even then it was still TMI for an older brother. Gihun talks about how the young dude's cock never seems to stop being hard and "Youngil" wants to dig a hole for himelf. And lol when Gihun talks about how the guy was strong and sweet and lovely, and he might be falling for the guy, "Youngil" wants to die because what the hell was he supposed to do now. His kidney isn't the only thing he's little brother's gonna have.

this is so ibvnkirnvkikt 😭😭😭

inho listening to gihun talking abt how his baby brother fucks him so good every night:

(inho was also realizing that his kidney in junho's body was the closest he was ever getting to being inside gihun 😣)

one of the greatest things abt junhun in my opinion is inho's reaction to him bc i know he'd be crashing tf out 😭😭

after that talk, gihun is more open and sometimes just randomly starts talking abt his hot cop situationship (they're not boyfriends quite yet!) and "youngil" is trying not to strangle himself with the bed sheets 😖 junhee finds them cute, daeho is a bit perturb to hear bc he respects gihun, and jungbae is proud his bestie is getting laid.

and like u said, gihun doesn't get into details or particularly graphic, but the people around kinda get the gist of the situation. the situation being that gihun is a bottom and this younger guy is laying into him every night, several rounds a night....

inho is this 🤏 close to igniting the dynamite under the island and blowing them all up!

[heroes-among-us-all]

hello! could i request for hcs where bakugo has a clingy babbly girl who always bugs him by following him around (bonus points: THEY'RE NEIGHBORS) and says she loves him all the time but he always just scoffs and ignores her then one time she ends up giving up or getting hurt and ends up distancing herself in the process and he starts to seek her out oMg you can take it from there IM JUST SO HAPPY YOUR ASK BOX IS OPEN YOURE MY FAVE BNHA IMAGINE BLOG AHH

I made this into a scenario instead of headcanons. Hope that's ok!

From the moment you moved into the house across from his, you'd already decided that you would stick to Katsuki like glue.

You just couldn't help it. After all, he stood out from the rest (even if it was in a bad way at times), which made it almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off him. He was headstrong and brave, not to mention incredibly attractive. Before you'd realized it, you were crushing on him hard.

But being the kind of person that you were, it didn't occur to you to try and hide your feelings. Instead, you clung to his side and made sure to seek him out at every available opportunity. You were incredibly thankful to have made it into U.A, because it allowed you to see him during class as well.

At the beginning, Katsuki thought you would give up and get bored of pestering him after a while. He clearly didn't seem to realize just how strongly you felt about him.

No matter how often he scoffed at you or told you to get lost, you were still right there, grinning at him ear-to-ear.

"I love you, Katsuki!"

Words that the average person struggled to say fell from your lips without so much as a second thought. The first time Katsuki had heard you say you loved him, his eyes had gone wider than ever. He even wondered if you were just playing a prank on him or something.

She's such an idiot, he thought. She doesn't even mean that. It's so dumb.

He'd long since convinced himself that you were just some ditzy girl without a serious bone in your body. That was why, even when you kept on insisting that you loved him - more than anything, as you so often stressed - Katsuki didn't take it to heart. He never stopped to actually consider that you were telling him the honest and unfiltered truth.

Until the day you got upset with him.

"Quit it with that sappy shit," he snapped. "I'm tired of hearing you spew the same garbage all the time."

It was just like any another day. You were clinging onto his arm and gushing about how much you loved him. As much as Katsuki wanted to say that he'd gotten to used to this by now, the truth was that he hadn't. Every time you hugged him or got extra close and said those kinds of things, he could feel his chest getting tight and his cheeks burning. Even if you were just running your mouth without meaning what you said, it was still embarrassing as all hell. And despite what most people probably thought, he did get flustered.

That was why he lashed out at you. He was fed up with being the only one to get worked up while you said all that stuff without even batting an eye. It wasn't like he actually disliked you or anything. Far from it, in fact. Even if he wouldn't admit it, you were the person he considered closest to him.

Perhaps that's why he felt comfortable speaking brashly. He'd always done it until now; why should today be any different?

Needless to say, dejection was quick to sweep across your face. You looked weary all of a sudden. You weren't smiling the way you usually did.

"Okay," you said softly. "I'm sorry. I just thought... I don't know. But I'm sorry. I should've taken the hint by now."

From that day onward, you didn't say a single word to him. You breezed past him in the hallways without so much as glancing his way. You didn't bother asking to walk home with him the way you usually did. Even when your parents came over to hang out at Katsuki's place - since your families were on good terms - you didn't come along with them. You purposefully stayed home, as if you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You were avoiding him. Did you not like him all of a sudden, or what the fuck?

Katsuki had always been stubborn, even as a child, so it took him a while to come to terms with the fact that he missed having you around. He missed having you cling to him and smile like you didn't have a single worry in the world. He missed seeing your cute face and feeling your arms wrap him in a hug.

Katsuki had liked you back for a while, but he was just too hardheaded to see it.

After finally coming to the realization that having you around was something he wanted, Katsuki did what he'd never done before and sought you out himself.

He managed to corner you during lunch, in the cafeteria, so that you couldn't try and pull a fast one on him. As expected, you refused to so much as meet eyes with him, but when Katsuki put his mind to something, he couldn't be deterred.

"You're done ignoring me," he frowned, grabbing you by the hand. Even though you tried to protest, he held on tight. "I need to talk to you. Aren't you going to hear me out?"

Katsuki didn't even realize it, but his gaze was nowhere near as confident and assured as it usually was. In fact, it was almost as if his eyes were pleading for you to stay. He really, really wanted you to stay with him.

Luckily, you'd always been the better person. Certainly a better person he was.

You nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's talk."

Relief couldn't even begin to express what Katsuki felt. For a moment, he thought he might faint from the stress. He was worried that you were seriously done with him for good. But you were giving him another chance, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up.

Katsuki gripped your hand as tightly as he could while the two of you walked out of the cafeteria together. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for someplace quiet and secluded. Confessing his feelings was actually a much more frightening thought than he would've liked to admit, but you were special to him. For you, he could set aside his petty pride.

After all, you were worth it.

[creepy-friday]

Hi!!! I saw your fem! Proxy post and I was wondering if you could write a NSFW scenario/oneshot with a fem! Proxy with Hoodie? It just really got me thinking and the way you write the characters really intrigues me!

If not it's completely ok!!! I don't know if your requests are open or if you write NSFW but if you don't then feel free to ignore this!

The only specific thing I ask is if Y/N was a bit in the sweeter and innocent side when it comes to her personality, since i think the contrast between her human and naive natures contrasts with Hoodie's perveted one is really interesting, that's the only thing really.

I love your writing and hcs and remember that you don't have to write this if you don't want to!!

💗💗💗

Hii!! Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! 💞 💞💞

NSFW|Hoodie x Female Proxy|

Warnings: heavy NSFW,hair pulling,orgasm denial,violence,blood and abuse mentions

Two years.It took you two years of working under a faceless creature to finally give in the loneliness almost every creep of the mansion drowned into

It was noticed by Brian who waited patiently for you to say the word that would bring the nights he spent jerking himself off to you to reality

On the occasions you were free to wander around, Brian followed you a couple of times. At first it was just his job,to make sure you aren't plotting to escape and to report to Slenderman if you would be on the run

To be honest he wouldn't have rat you out even if you thought you could escape the forest,but he would've blackmail you into various "services" to keep quiet. He isn't the most innocent after years of having blood on his hands

Missions with you along with Masky and Hoodie were going two ways. It was either Maksy smashing someone's brain across the room while you're distracted or having you knock out someone while the white masked man bitches about it.

It was funny to him,really,altough the hood's expression captures sadness he's finding himself smirking to how much you try to leave a scene with the least amount of blood possible

It was a dirty thought,but he was getting hard of the amount of fear or disgust your face portrayed whenever his teammate did something grotesque

He noticed how you reacted to the cruel things he did as well

Sometimes he wonderes if you would have the same expression if he would put a pistol to your head while pounding into you,or if the sweet girl he thinks you are would enjoy it

Of course he never tried to make a move on you or to harass you like Masky did.He was simply waiting for an opportunity to fuck you,one like today

There were feelings he wasn't aware of,but he never gave them much thought because a relationship between the two of you would be candalous

The dynamic among the proxies would be destroyed,but he wouldn't mind to be honest,the word "shame" is out of his vocabulary after all the time spent here

Today was one of the days you had a breakdown and needed to be out for a while,deep in the forest to the usual spot

"You keep on coming here." he approached you with slow steps,leaning on a tree while pulling his hood upwards.There was clear tension between the two of you from the mission last night

"Oh,yeah.. " you simply responded while rubbing your hands together.

"It was a nice thing." he mentioned from last night,when you soothed Toby who was on the verge of exploding into another violent outburst to Masky's constant bullying towards him.

You gave him a nod while playing with the crushed leaves on the ground

"I know how it was at first,in these woods." Brian stated while taking a few more steps towards you."You don't have to hide there.Confess to me." he demanded."Why you do it?"

You looked at him with a puzzled expression,deep bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the stress from all the worked days

"I don't know." and you told him the truth,but to be honest,at this point you were exhausted.You kept on thinking about your life..before you ended up here.

The loneliness combined with the way of how hot his body felt right next to you made you make the first move to finally give Brian the start he longed for.

You looked up to him and he leaned in.You kissed him and he followed by with a deeper passionate approach while his hands traveled from your waist to your ass and finally to your pants

As you tried to get some air as well as some distance you gently pushed him by the chest. "We shouldn't do this."

"Why not?"

"I...I don't.." it felt guilty to be out with your teammate like this.It felt like a betrayal of some sort for some reason.

"You don't what?" he smirked while closing the distance yet again "you're a virgin? That's alright,I won't bite." Brian whispered while giving wet kisses to the crook of your neck "or maybe you aren't into this kind of stuff?"

His right hand traveled to your clothed sex after giving your ass a rough squeeze.He continued to rub your cunt while his left hand went up your shirt,pulling it upwards with your bra

The way your legs opened up,giving room for his hand to toy with your covered heat and the way his tongue circled your nipple made you moan in response

After giving your puffy nipples a final squeeze he grabbed you by the back of your neck and throwed you face down on the log he was previously sitting on making you yelp in surprise

Hoodie moved his hand from your neck to your hair,grabbing a fistful of it while undoing his pants and pushing your legs apart for more room

"You're not saying anything,huh?Use your voice for a bit',I might do it more often" he whispered as he lowered his body onto you

"I..I don't know what to-" you were interrupted by the cold wind biting at your skin as he pulled your pants to your ankles in a rush

"That's okay.I'll fuck the words out of you." he whispered as he plunged two fingers into your wet hole

He kept on hurrying the pace as you were driven closer and closer to the edge then suddenly went slower

"Please don't stop" you begged for him,your mind long gone into a hazy cloud as he gently lifted your head by the hair

He entered in without much effort as you arched your back followed by his grunts

He continued to slowly trace circles on your clit,patiently waiting for you to ask for more

A few squirms and your body was rocking against his hand,the nonverbal response made the intention clear and he followed suit

The sound of flesh on flesh combined with the muffled moans were enough to make your face red,further hurting your cheek in the rough surface of the log he previously sat on

"Are you disgusted with yourself?" he smirked while continuing to pound into you "of being with someone like me?" getting closer to your face he jerked your head upwards and licked your cheek "maybe you're getting off of that"

Making the pace slower again he hissed "respond."

"N-No!I'm not!"

"Atta girl"

The whole situation driven you drunk with lust as you tightened around him

After a minute of heavy breathing you both regained yourselves from the high.As Brian caressed your hair a wet pop was heard before as he stood up straight to adjust his clothes back on. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah.." you breathed out while hurrying to pull your pants back on,still shaken from the whole experience.

"Want some help with that?" you immediately responded with a quiet "no"  while ignoring any sort of eye contact with him.

"Aight'" Brian smiled to himself as he sat down on the same log,still watching you take deep breaths in and out while leaning on the tree next to him.

The faint sound of a click was heard as he lightened up a cigarette. "Take a break." Brian whispered with a different tone now,the teasing and mischievous one being long gone at this point. "You'll need it for tomorrow."

You finally looked in his direction, eyes fixated on yours as a soft smile appeared on his face

"Maybe you'll get lonely again.I'll be there"

[worldgreatestarchersimp]

Joining Station 19 and dating Andrea Herrera (female!reader) please?

Joining Station 19 and dating Andrea Herrera hc

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Andy Herrera

When you joined Station 19, Andy was fresh out of her divorce with Sulivan.

You befriend yourself quickly with Travis and Maya. Who were also queer and sadly to you the only ones. Cause you may or may not found Andy incredible hot. But Maya broke your fantasy of dating this Woman, who is and I may quote super Straight.

So you tried to put the aadmiration you have to this woman beside. But just wouldn't leave your side. Andy wanted to be your friend and not just any she wanted to be close to you. But didn't even know why and it confussed you.

One thing Andy didn't want, was falling in love that fast again. But shit happens.

And this was more confussion than any other crush she had, who ended up to be boys.

She got this butterflies like when she crushed on a boy when you touched her arm unintentionally. Or when you smile to her. Once she wondered what it feels like to kiss a girl or better kissing you. As she couldn't hold it any longer for herself, so she talked with Maya about this. The blonde freacked completely out.

But Andy was not the only who felt this way. You also got little crush on her. It was the typical queer woman falls for straight woman thrope. So told your frustration to Carina, who also happened to be a close friend of your.

So with both Maya and Carina knowing you have a crush on each other, they played wingwomen. Both tried the other to build up the courage to ask the other out.

But nothing happened. You just couldn't believe that straight Andy isn't straight. So kept it all to yourself.

Your relationship started on a night shift. Both of you laid on top the truck the one where tey always lay on when something happened just don't know the name anymore

You both looked at each other, starring into each others eyes with glanced to the lips. This was the first time Andy felt confident about herself and sexuality, she doesn't wanna label.

So she was the first to lean in. You followed.

Your lips touched each other and started to move. The moment you realized what's happening you stopped the kiss and apologized and ran away. Andy right behind you.

"Look I'm so sorry for that. I know your Straight and-" She kissed you again.

This was just the start of a beautiful relationship.

You both went slowly with your relationship. The opposite of what Andy is usualy used too. Maya was confussed how the 'I fell fast and everything in my relationship goes fast' latina to 'let's starts slowly with everything'. It was your idea to go slowly. First of all it's your type of starting a relationship and it was Andys first relationship with a woman.

You helped Andy to find herself and to come out to her friends, family and the Station. Everyone was shocked but didn't make it a big deal. Sulivan was also there and her and you the best luck

Since this is her first relationship with a woman she's a little scared to do something wrong. But she quickly realized that there's nothing different.

You're getting invited to her families weekly park afternoon.

She's telling you about her family drama, the death of her bestfriend and father. When you first heard that, you didn't know what to say but just hug her.

When anything is in her life she goes to you and visca versa

She helps you with your insecurities

Going to Joes after day shifts alone or with the team.

Babysitting Pru together and putting her against Miller and Hughes

Since Andy lives with Maya and Carina and they time alone need, since they are married, Andy asked you if she could move in with you. Of course you said yes. You were happy that you both make the next step.

You always wanted to speak Spanish because it sounds sexy as fuck, so you found a teacher in Andy. Who needs a lot of patience.

She is always worried about you when you both are not in the same team. And asked Maya always to put you into the same team. Something she can do everytime, so still has to worry when your out.

You both would run into a building of fire for each other and fight everyone who gets in their way.

She fell fast, again. But this shouldn't end like her last relationship. She married to soon. She loved him but it looks like it was not enough. So she got a little scared. But you prove her everytime she doesn't need to be scared.

This relationship is perfect. The perfect dream she deserves. And she definitive wants to marry you in a few years. With no rush. Just pure love. And time.

[nicka-nell]

Can I request the first time scenario for Shirabu, Futakuchi and Semi (haikyuu)? 👉👈

Hi Anon! Of course you can! But I'm still not really in the mood to write smutty things so again I'm so sorry how it turned out. Because its just not that good imo. I hope I'll find more desire for smut soon so that I can give you better fics/hc's :(( ♥

Having their first time

Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou; Semi Eita; Futakuchi Kenji x reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI!, calling him daddy (Shirabu), mention of blood (Semi), mention of pain/fear (Futakuchi) 

Note: All characters are grown up!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 - END

Shirabu and you have been together for a while now. You know each other well, are on the same level and can also talk about adult topics seriously and without an unnecessary giggle. No wonder you’ve already talked about sex. 

Shirabu would never take the first step. To tell you he wants to sleep with you now, because that’s up to you, in his opinion. If you’re ready, he is. 

But it is important to him that you inform yourself about all methods of contraception, especially that you choose one that you think is best for you. 

Since contraception with a condom is too risky for you, and a condom for you also sounds more like a mood killer, and you are too forgetful for the pill, you have chosen the copper spiral. It works well for you.

Shirabu still bought condoms and lube in case you both want to sleep together and want to use both a condom and your contraception method. 

After he bought everything, he also told you where he kept the things and just wanted to give you the feeling that both of you are prepared if the topic is considered more closely. And in fact, you’ve been thinking about it several times lately. Today, too, again. 

Just with his shirt and panties, you sit in his bed and hold his flashcards in front of you while he sits on his desk chair and plays with his fingers as he answers your questions. You’re always learning for his medical exams like that. You ask questions about the notes and he answers them. But with your last question, he just doesn’t get the right answer. Now counts the third answer, which is anything but right. Annoyed, he leans into the chair, tugs his head to the back and looks at the ceiling. 

Yet he radiates something that somehow stimulates you. Is it his serious gaze? His sigh?

“I just can’t figure it out.”

“Oh Kenjirou… That’s okay, you can’t know everything.” You try to calm him down and go over to him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you sit on his lap, caressing his hair as he raises his head and looks at you. 

“My exam is in three days... It’s not okay if I still can’t memorize everything.” 

“Kenjirou… you learn too much… my handsome genius. What do you think of a break?” You respond to his angry voice with your gentle words, give him a brief kiss on his mouth. 

Maybe he’s too strict with himself. Maybe he should listen to you and take a break. 

His room is quiet. None of you say anything, you just look at each other lovingly before you lean forwards, give him another kiss and buck your hips against him. 

Sharply he groans, as if he had been frightened. It’s not like it’s your first kiss, but somehow he feels that something is a little different today. The look you give him is full of... Lust?

Again you kiss him and automatically his hands wander around your waist, sneak under the loose shirt and lie down on the soft skin of your butt. Both of you exhale heavily, briefly interrupt the kiss before your lips meet his again. If you continue like this, then he will definitely be hard any second. Or is it your goal to seduce him?

“What do you have in mind when you talk about a short break?” He asks to play it safe. If you mean nothing indecent with all the kisses, with your movements, he must quickly come up with something annoying to come to other thoughts. Otherwise, he has to explain to you why his dick is rock hard. 

“Can’t you think of it, Kenjirou?” You try to say with a firm voice while his dark gaze and his warm hands on your butt give you goosebumps. 

“No, tell me, bunny.” He lies, but notices how his pants feel tighter and tighter. 

“Why don’t you just take your frustration out on me?” 

“I would never…”

“No, no I know you would never. But I mean it in another way. You know, Kenjirou… If you’re so upset and you can’t think of all these terms that I can’t even pronounce, you look pretty sexy. You always look so good. And I think we should both take a break, distract ourselves with something.” Anew you kiss him, rub your hips on his when you notice his cock is rock hard in his pants. Immediately your face feels hot, your confident appearance breaks for a second and you are slightly ashamed. He wants exactly what you want. 

“And… what should we do to distract ourselves?” He breathes into your ear as he kneads your butt with his big palms. 

“You really want me to say it?” 

“Yeah, I want to hear it from your pretty lips.” 

“I - I want to have sex with you, Kenjirou. Here and now.” Words that are enough to make Shirabu act, because with a tug he lifts you up, sits you down on his desk before he kisses you wildly, while opening his pants to finally take the pressure off of him. At the same time, he realizes that he is too hectic. It may seem like he was waiting for nothing but to sleep with you, especially now that he’s in nothing but his boxers and socks in front of you. Calmly, he tries to collect himself, closes his eyes as your hands grab his arms and pull him to you. 

It’s funny, instead of being nervous or ashamed to see Shirabu in his full manhood, you realize how a new, yet lewd feeling arises in you. You can’t look away from his body. From his tip that shines slightly with pre-cum. You’re so sure this is the right time. You want nothing more than your first time here with him now. 

Playfully, you bite on the lower lip, grab the edge of the shirt and take it off slowly. Tease him a bit by lifting the shirt over your breasts. Just before they are visible, you push it down again, before you finally throw it into the corner of his room and only wear your panties. 

Your heart beats fast as Shirabu sighs deeply, a quiet “god you’re so pretty..” slips from his lips. It is definitely right. You feel comfortable even though you are sitting almost naked in front of him on the desk with his dimmed bedroom light. Your legs are spread slightly so that he can place himself between them. You are not nervous... You are not embarrassed that you see each other like this finally. It’s the opposite. 

The way Shirabu adores you, you know he loves everything about you. That he wouldn’t criticize any part of your body. Also, you are somehow not afraid of whether it could hurt or how you should move best. This is your first time for both of you. That means you both have no experience and just want to try it out. Without compulsion, without shame. 

Hungry, you run your fingers over his arms. Warm and long fingertips curve your body, caress your bare breasts, your hard nipple before your whole body is adorned with goose bumps. 

“Mhh Kenjir-” 

“You like it? Or should I stop?” He whispers to you as he bends forward and kisses your neck. All these wet kisses make you feel drunk. You yearn for more, notice how your body gets warmer, your thoughts are greedy. 

“Fuck, that feels so good Kenjirou…” Your deep moan makes his length twitch. Who would have thought that you are so honest with your words when it comes to such naughty things? Your boyfriend’s kisses are getting sloppy, sucking on your soft skin as his digits abuses your nipple, listening to your crying voice as you sing. 

You do not know where to go with yourself, feel how his touches are unbearable, in a positive way. Because you want more. Want him to touch you everywhere. Unconsciously, your hand wanders down on you, to your panties, but just as you want to push your hand between the fabric and your hand, you feel how your wrist is held. Shirabu’s lips still haunt your neck as he pushes your hand away. 

“Let me do it, bunny.” He whispers hungrily and elicits a pleasurable moan from you. He would like to sit in front of you now, eat you out, but he is pretty sure that this would be a bit too much for the first time. You seem to be comfortable in his arms right now. He doesn’t want to risk tilting your mood. Next time maybe. You can talk about it. But for now, it’s enough for his fingers to stretch you. 

Howling, he straightens up, kissing your breasts, your arms, your hands, before crawling his fingers under your panties and taking it off of your body. Only now you feel your core is already completely wet, because the air feels so cold on your pussy. Yet his warm hand embraces your skin. His eyes fixed on your pussy, he pats your slit, glides between your folds and smears your juice over your entire pussy before he plays with his thumb on your clit. His fingertips tapping at your entrance. The other hand sneaks up behind your back to your neck as he lovingly grabs the back of your head and drags you to kiss you. 

“Bunny, I love you so much, you know that, right?” 

“Mmmh yeah Ken- I love you too!” you moan while his finger penetrates you ankle-deep. Even his second finger, you welcome needily. You can’t help but give the brightest sounds of yourself, cry and enjoy the moment. How his thumb rolls over your bump, how his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into you and kiss your walls, makes you feverish. Your whole body feels like it’s on a roller coaster. All emotions, all feelings mixed. 

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck I feel so weird.” You moan as you realize how slowly everything tingles faster and faster in you. Your body listens less and less to you. Shirabu stops, thinks about several scenarios in his head, what he may have done wrong, but you quickly comfort him. 

“Should I stop?”

“No ah! No, please go on! I think m’ gonna cum!” 

“Want to cum on my fingers?” 

Nodding, you buck your hips, want to let him understand he should continue what he does without hesitation. Rhythmically he fucks you with his fingers, the thumb at no moment away from your clit and looks at your aroused expression, which turns him on so much. You breathe faster as your nails press into his arms and you scream out loud, your pussy cramping around his digits. 

The emotion you feel is indescribable. It feels so good. Breathing heavily, you open your eyes, look up with blurred vision to the man you love above all, and see how his hungry eyes can not get enough of you. You don’t want this to be over. You want him to feel the same as you just felt. 

“I love you…” His words are quiet between the kiss and attention he gives you before he pulls his wet fingers out of your throbbing pussy. With tired eyes you look at his fingers, wrapped in your juice and have to think about what a friend once told you. 

“Do you…. Should I lick them clean for you?” you ask unsure, are embarrassed and feel how your cheeks gain color. The question hits Shirabu also unexpectedly, because he too blushes, looks at you with big eyes. 

“Wh- what do you mean?” 

“Your fingers… they’re dirty… let me clean them…” you try to say with a rather sexy voice, even if it is still shaky, and grab his wrist to guide his hand to your mouth. Shirabu says nothing, just looks at you insecurely, but before his fingertips can touch your lips, he opens his mouth. 

“Why would you do that?”

Why? Because your friend told you it can turn men on. That you should watch a porn to see how the women do it. But you can’t say that to Shirabu. It doesn’t matter as long as it’s true and he’d like it. 

“Because I want to…” With your words you already feel his fingertips on your lower lip, taste your slightly salty juice, which is still relatively neutral and overcome the little bit of shame when you suck on his fingers, looking deep into his eyes.

“Ngh…. That’s so fucking hot…” Shirabu groans with a gruff voice, notices how his cock is screaming more and more to find redemption. Inside of you. Earlier, he thought it would be weird if you would suck on his fingers, but feeling your tongue on his digits, your wet mouth massaging them, makes him really greedy. He imagines how you would look at him with your big glassy eyes, on your knees and suck his cock as you just do it with his fingers right now. 

“Bunny please… if you go on… Ngh, I really want to fuck you..” He admits and sees your mouth angle move up. With a loud plop, you pull his fingers out of your mouth, watch your clean work before you draw him by his hands towards you, his rock hard cock lands on your skin. It feels big, makes you sob.

“Please fill me, Kenjirou…” Although you know you won’t stand another orgasm and you probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow after your body has been so abused, you rub your pussy against his length. Drive him mad and make sure that he can no longer hold back. A “fine” is the only thing that leaves his lips between his clenched teeth before he grabs his shaft with his hand and presses his tip against your entrance. 

Hot, hot, hot… That’s the only thing that comes to your mind after his soft tip kisses your pussy, presses through your dripping juice slightly inch for an inch into you until he’s ball-deep inside your cunt. You’re in no pain, nothing… The only thing you feel is the pleasure that rises anew, as Shirabu rolls his hips against yours, deep and loud roaring as you wrap your arms tighter around him, just like your legs. 

“Feels so good… mh! Please! So good!” You just babble while his thick length stretches your already swollen walls to the maximum, kisses the sweet spot in you with every thrust. You thought it’s not possible, but that weird feeling was back in you. This feeling that something is about to burst in your abdomen before you have a high-like orgasm that beams you to heaven. 

“Should I slow down?” he grunts out of breath, notices that he has to concentrate not to come directly. 

“No! No. mgh fuck me harder!” You cry and feel his thrusts suddenly get deeper, before your inner squeezes his cock and you have your second, almost painful orgasm, because your body is not set for so much excitement. Still, it feels good. 

“Cumming!”

“Ngh fuck, I think m’ gonna cum too, bunny!” you hear Shirabu’s voice followed by his quivering question if he should pull his dick out first. Still in your rush of arousing feelings, you shake your head. You have the copper spiral. Normally, nothing should happen. 

“Fill me daddy!” you answer with muddy thoughts, before you notice Shirabu’s head on your shoulder, his hands on your thighs while he cums with a heavy moan. Empty his balls, which so longingly were waiting for this moment. 

You stay in position for a while, ignoring the cum dripping from your throbbing pussy along his length to the floor, just listen to your raging heart. Shirabu’s fingers, which have pressed your thigh into position until now, move to your cheek, to your lips as he brushes them with his thumb and raises his head to look at you. 

“Did you just call me daddy?” 

Your eyes grow big with the smug grin he suddenly gives you. Only now you realize what indecent words have left your lips, sense again the redness in your cheeks. 

“Eh.. no? I said… Fill me… deadly…” You lie and shake your head. Fill me deadly… Such crap. But Shirabu only laughs. 

“I love you, and I love what we did… I love how you feel… and I’m happy that you’re my first one… and my only one.” His thumb still lies on your lips before he bends forward to steal a kiss from your smiling lips. 

“And I don’t care how you call me, baby girl.” You feel his grin on your lips, the twitch of his length in you and the warmth that blossoms again in you. “I hope you liked it as much as I did…” 

“No Kenjirou… I loved it and I’m so glad that you’re my first and only one…” you answer him as lovingly as he did before, before Shirabu carries you to his bed. You both lie down arm in arm and talk about the sex you shared earlier for the first time. About what you thought you would do next time. And for his exam… Shirabu can still learn tomorrow. 

• You two haven’t talked about sex yet. 

• Although you know that Semi already had sex, it never came up when you two will have it. 

• Probably because Semi has more experience, he doesn’t want to make you feel forced to sleep with him or that he cares. That’s why he wouldn’t mention it, but wait for you to approach him about this topic. 

• It also doesn’t matter for Semi which method of contraception you want to use. After all, it’s your body. Your decision. If in the end it comes down to you only using condoms, then so be it. He would never claim that he doesn’t enjoy sex just because he has to wear a condom. This is total bullshit.

Together you sit with Semi in his garage, which is covered with red lights. His band rehearsal is over, the boys are already gone, and only you two are sitting in the small house where he lives.

Although it’s chilly in the garage, you feel warm with your boyfriend singing. You love hearing Semi sing. With a big smile on his face, he had asked you to sit on the stool in front of him, wanted to play you one of his latest songs he is currently writing, but your thoughts aren’t on the text that comes from his lips. You look at his long fingers, which skillfully wrap around the sides of the guitar, making beautiful sounds. 

Lately, you’ve been wondering what it’s like to sleep with him. You’ve been together for a while and you love him. You would also like to take this step with him, knowing that it is only for you the first time. 

It’s like a spell, a spell which tells you not to look away from these soft hands. What can he do to your body with these hands? You had already masturbated from time to time, but you are sure that his fingers are very skillful. Would feel better than your own on your skin. They would make you feel so good.

“Hey pretty, everything okay?” His voice wakes you just like the sound of his flat hand bumping loudly against the guitar. 

“Eh, y-yes of course!” you answer him hesitantly, realize how embarrassing your inattentive nature is. But Semi only looks at you with a sulky look, that dark raised eyebrow. 

“Nonsense, you didn’t even listen to me. Or are you telling me you didn’t care that I was singing about you?” Semi leans even further forward over his guitar, but you avoid his moody look. That was really rude of you, and then you didn’t listen to him because of such nonsense. 

“Hey babe, is something bothering you?” Again, it’s your boyfriend’s voice that makes you look up, watching him fold his hands over his guitar, resting his head on it. 

“N-no I… I’m sorry Eita…” 

“What do you mean? Did I say anything wrong? Are you mad at me? You were pretty quiet at the band practice today.” Did you get bored? Can it be that you don’t want to accompany him at his band rehearsal? Maybe you’d rather do something with your friends instead of listening to him. 

“Eita please… that’s not it! I’m… I just thought about… you know… can we? Do you want to have sex with me?” 

Your words come stuttering and so quietly out of you, that Semi tilts his head to the side, tries to form the words in his mind into a meaningful sentence, as it suddenly makes sense to him and his eyes grow big. You want to sleep with him? Well, he was expecting you to ask him that at some point, but he had rather thought that you wanted to start a little softer. With petting or something like that. With a pondering face, he leans back, puts his guitar down before he grabs your hands and runs his thumbs over the back of your skin. His dark eyes are looking for yours, peering up at them as if he’s worried about you. 

“Are you sure about that? This is not a decision you should make without thinking deeply about it. Have you thought about what kind of contracep-”  

“No, I didn’t, but can’t we do that after our first time? You sure have some condoms lying around, right?” you interrupt him, do not really want to think about having to go to your gynecologist first, to ask for an appointment to get advice. 

The tight pressure on your hands gets you out of your thoughts. Semi still looks at you seriously, but also worried. “Yes, I have some here… And we can talk about other ways of contraception afterwards. But that doesn’t answer the question. Are you really sure?” 

You haven’t informed yourself well for the first time having sex. You did not want that, because on the Internet only negative experiences are reported anyway. They would only drive you insane for no reason. So you just nod and wait for the next step from Semi. But instead of saying something, he gets up. Questioningly, you look at him, wondering if you’ve done anything wrong, but before you can open your lips to ask him, his voice stops you from doing so. 

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” 

Actually, you didn’t think you’d change places. “But can’t we just have sex he-” 

“No pretty, here it is cold and space is also little here. I want you to relax. At least for your first time…” His words almost interrupt you harshly, but you know exactly that he is actually only worried. He worries too much.

Like before, you just nod before you get up. The mood seems kind of weird. Kind of like a planned meeting, only that you just arrange sex in Semi’s bedroom. Semi realizes that this all seems awful to you, but knows exactly how he can stimulate your mood when he reaches out to you and grabs you with a tug on your thighs, presses you to his chest. You shriek loudly as your boyfriend lifts you into the air, starts laughing as you lie safely in his arms and look into his suddenly dangerous eyes. 

With you in his arms, he goes up the stairs, ignores everything around him, and focuses only on you. With every step he makes towards the bedroom, you notice how the excitement slowly rises in you. But it is a pleasurable excitement, at no moment you feel afraid. 

Semi slowly kneels on his bed, lets you sink into the duvet, and never loses contact with your eyes. “Are you still sure? I won’t accept a nod.” His raspy voice chills to your core, his lips float above yours, waiting for your answer. 

“Yes, I’m so sure, Eita.” 

Your lips touch his with your words. This moment is so intense, even though you are not kissing properly. 

“Good…” He only briefly kisses your lips before he strolls down your body, first teases your neck, your shoulder, and pushes his fingers under the straps of your top. Even though he has often touched you like that, it feels greater today. Probably because you know what’s about to happen. You notice how your blood flows faster, how your body slowly changes and you become impatient. 

“Eita, I want you so bad…” Your voice is so soft, full of lust, almost like a moan as you look at him with your half-lidded eyes. 

A sharp gasp escapes him when he sees you like this. Semi has to hold himself back. He had never seen such an expression in your face. You’re just irresistible right now. But before you both start, he wants to do one thing first. 

“Baby, just wait a second okay, I’ll be right back.” Again, he kisses your neck before looking up at you through his dark eyelashes. 

“Y- you want to go?” 

“Just for a second.” Convinced that he only wants to get the condoms quickly, you nod and watch him run out of the room. Without Semi, the room feels so empty. Time doesn’t pass and you’re wondering if there’s anything you can do to make him blush. To put him in the mood. You could strip down to your underwear and pose attractively on the bed. Yes, that’s a good idea, you think and nod confidently before you strip layer by layer from your body, lie down again in a provocative pose, when you already hear the door and see how your lover enters the room. 

For a moment he stops in the doorway, surprised, when he sees you so lightly clothed. You wear a thin gray sports bra with the matching panty. It’s not the first time he sees you in underwear, but he still notices his ear tips turning red, while he can’t get enough of inspecting you. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to say.

“A towel? What do you need this for, Eita?” It’s your voice that makes him shake his head and answer your question. 

“I thought we’d put this on the bed, you know, because you could be bleeding.” 

Blood? That’s right, a friend told you about it. She was incredibly afraid of hurting and bleeding on her first time. Good for her that everything went pretty well, and she had neither pain nor a bloody abdomen. Nevertheless, this is not the norm. Probably it’s better to put a towel under you, at least you can be sure that you don’t mess up his bed sheet. You nod a little hesitantly when Semi comes back to you, you move to the side so that he can place the towel. 

Only now you realize what you actually intend to do and slowly you get nervous. You take a deep breath, want to shake off your sudden nervousness, but Semi notices the change in your posture immediately. Gently his cold hands lie on your shoulders, pressing you on the soft duvet, while at no moment he looks out of your eyes and places himself sideways from you.

“Baby, there’s no need to be nervous, okay? I’m right here. I’ll comfort you.” 

His words brush your lips, and it’s crazy, but you feel like they make you drunk, numb your worries. Because you feel comfortable again, wrap your fingers in his hair and push him closer to you to kiss him. His tongue teases you, looks for the way of yours and makes your thoughts completely dizzy. Your whole body suddenly feels feverish, even though he has done nothing yet. 

A barely audible moan gives Semi the assurance that you like it so far, that he can go on to the next step as he strokes his fingers across your curves. 

“Eita… that feels so good…” you groan between your kisses as he gets to the edge of your panties. 

“Should I go on?” Your boyfriend asks you gently. His fingers slide over your covered slit, causing you to buck your pelvis while you nod. If he could, he would want to capture that sight forever. You look so incredibly sexy when you lie so willingly next to him, pull your own hands on his hair to show him to continue. 

As his hand slides under your panties and touches your bare skin, you hold your breath. You’ve only ever touched yourself so far. Being touched by Semi now feels so incredibly good. 

Semi can’t help his murmur either, because he already feels how he’s being greeted by your damp walls. 

“You really want this, huh, pretty?”  

“Ye- yes…” You sob as you feel his fingers slowly pressing inch by inch into you. His thumb circles your bud with soft pressure. Again you buck your pelvis, keep pushing against his fingers which slide into you and enjoy this feeling of his skin on yours. 

Your juice wraps around his digits, merges with the sounds of your kisses, while your moans become louder and louder. Your voice heavier. There’s this feeling of your stomach cramping again, the feeling you already know so well. That keeps your breath away. You are so close. 

“Eita M’ so close…” 

“Want me to go on with my fingers? Want me to make you cum around them?” 

Oh god and how you want that, but would that mean that it’s already over here? You’ve always satisfied yourself by now. After such an orgasm, you usually could no longer do anything at all. You always feel exhausted. Besides, you don’t just want his fingers. 

“N- no ah! Want to cum around your cock…” 

His movements paused for a moment. With your choice of words, he can hardly imagine that you are really a virgin. If he didn’t know better, of course. 

“Okay then, let me get undressed.” Carefully, in order not to ruin the mood, he drags his fingertips out of you, never letting go of your delicate lips at any moment, as he opens his belt. After he has opened the zipper, he gets up, inspecting your reddened face and puffy lips, while you do exactly the same. 

“Come baby, take off your clothes too.” He whispers hoarsely, strips his shirt from his body, followed by his pants and boxers. You don’t need long to strip off the rest of your clothes too, while fixing your eyes on his broad chest.

You know you’re sitting completely naked in front of him right now, in front of that handsome, well-built young man, but you don’t doubt yourself. The only thing that slowly makes your blood rush faster in your ears is Semi’s massive cock, that slowly gets hard. Every time you blink and open your eyes, you feel his cock getting bigger. So big that you’re afraid that you might be in pain if he fucks you. Because with his fingers you already had the feeling that he fills you enough, but only his fingertips were in you. Two… of his fingers…

“Ehm Eita… I - I think -” 

“You want me to stop? I will, if you’re afraid or if you don’t feel like it anymore. But if it’s because you’re afraid… Baby, there’s no need to be.” Maybe it’s his words that make you deny his question, or his caring nature that makes him somehow sexy. 

“I really am a lucky guy to have such a beautiful girl by my side…” With a low voice, Semi leans forward, kneeling in front of you as he presses you on the bed by your shoulders and looks for your eyes. You just feel like when you shared your first kiss. You are agitated. Everything tingles in you, only that now his naked skin makes your mind crazy. While he supports himself with one hand next to your head, he spreads your thighs with the other hand and his legs, so that you can feel his tip on your slit and wail. 

“It’s okay baby, I won’t rush. Just relax, okay? I’ll make it slow.” You can’t answer him. You’re too tense when you nod and your hands hug his neck. As requested by Semi, you try to relax, close your eyes and somehow try not to think that it could hurt, but nothing happens. Instead, you notice how his weight shifts differently on the bed and how he opens the drawer to his bedside cabinet. Questioningly, you open your eyes when you see him crouching in front of you, a bottle of lubricant in one hand, a pack of condoms in the other.

“I hope it’s not a mood killer for you, but you don’t take the pill, or other contraceptive. We must use a condom.” His last words he murmurs only dull, has the packaging already between his teeth to open it. He spits out the torn piece of plastic, takes out the condom and rolls it over his length quickly before he bends down to you again, kisses you. Next to your wet kisses, you hear the bottle of lube pop up before it drips cold on you. 

“That’s c- cold!”

“M’ so sorry, babe.” He apologizes to you, because that wasn’t his intention. To make up for this, he puts his warm hand on the spot that was surprised by the lubricant earlier, massaging your folds with it before pressing his tip against your entrance. 

“Relax, okay?”

“Y- yeah…” you say, but your heart beats heavily against your chest. Automatically, you shut your eyes, wrap your hands around his neck tighter. 

“I told you to relax, baby. Show me your pretty eyes.” His voice wakes you up and you exhale deeply, looking through your long eyelashes to his brown eyes. Slowly you feel the pressure at your entrance getting stronger, how it stretches, when suddenly everything inside you gets warm. His glans glides into you so slow. You can no longer keep eye contact, tilt your head backwards and give a silent moan as he gently fills you up bit by bit. 

 For a moment, you feel an unpleasant pull in your abdomen, but it disappears as quickly as it came. Just for a second, you make a grimace. But Semi notices that even if it was only short, you have pain and looks instinctively down, sees that besides the mix of lubricant and your juice also blood sticks to his length. And not just a bit. 

“Baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He breathes softly, no longer moves inside of your walls, but you shake your head. 

“It’s all good, really. It only was a temporary pain, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Can you please… please go on?” You ask insecurely, but somehow also excited, because this new feeling triggers something in you. Almost relieved, Semi bends down to your lips, kisses them just before he presses his head next to yours on the pillow. His hand slides up and down your leg, holding it tight as he moves again. You have the feeling that with every bit that he thrusts into you, your thoughts become more muddy. 

”So… tight..”

“Mmmh Eita, that feels g- good…”

“Can I go deeper?” Nodding, you pull him closer to you, before he grabs you tighter and raises your pelvis slightly to drill deeper into you. Full of pleasure, he purrs, enjoys it as much as you, so intimately united. Enjoy how your tight walls pump his length as he gets closer to his climax with each thrust. Still the head next to yours, he can’t see your face, but with your increasingly louder moans, with your body that trembles, he is sure that you do not need long until your orgasm. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you sing like that.” 

“Mhhh Eita please, I’m c- ah… mmh!” You swallow your words, completely forget what you want to say, as your whole body tingles strongly, your eyes roll back and you forget everything around you. Can’t hold back your upcoming orgasm with Semi’s deep thrusts. 

“Fuck babe… Love you sp much.” Semi clicks his tongue while your pulsating walls make it impossible for him to keep his load in his balls. With a raspy voice, he tells that he loves you while he enters you one last time to release himself, before he slumps against your chest. Both of you pant. His warm body glows on yours. 

Out of breath, you both lie there, while you still can’t believe what just happened. You still have to process everything, but you’re happy. Smiling, you grunt, raise your arm to stroke Semi’s back with your fingertips while listening to his scant breath. “I love you too… Eita…” You answer him to his declaration of love earlier. 

Satisfied and slightly tired, he raises his head, looks at you sleepily before he gives you a smooch on the lips and straightens up, draws his cock out of you. Attentively, he takes off the condom, knots it together and throws it into the trash can next to his bedside table, before turning back to you and stroking your inner thighs. 

“Were you really in no pain?” 

“No, not at all. Really, baby. Why are you asking me that now?” 

Shy, he looks down at the towel, at your core before you also raise your head and you realize why he asks. You covered the towel with blood. Not a beautiful sight, you think. Immediately you feel uneasy, but Semi tries not to leave you long in this unpleasant feeling. 

“It’s normal that you can bleed the first time. That’s nothing gross. Let’s relax a bit and when you feel like you’re ready, we’ll get up and take a shower. Please don’t think I’m disgusted by it. That little of blood doesn’t make you unattractive. I don’t care because I just had sex with the woman I love.” 

It’s like he knows exactly what he has to say to make you feel good again, so that you can leave this unpleasant feeling behind and remind yourself how beautiful the sex was. Again Semi pushes you down, tickles your lips with his before you rest for a while and then shower together. 

There is absolutely nothing structured between you and Futakuchi according to plan. It’s all kind of spontaneous, just happening without you thinking a lot about it. And since everything is so spontaneous, you never talked about sex. 

You just wanted to wait for the right moment. 

You didn’t worry about contraception, as you’ve been taking the pill for over a year, started taking it after you’ve always had such period pain. 

But lately, the conversations about intimacy are coming up in your circle of friends. Your friends talk about their first time and no matter what day you meet them, sex is always the number one topic. 

One of them said that she had bled so much that her boyfriend wanted to take her to the hospital. The other had said that they had to break it because she was in so much pain. And the third had said that it was totally boring and no fun at all. Probably because she didn’t have an orgasm. But do you really need an orgasm for the first time? Isn’t that a pretty exciting event, anyway? Well, no matter what, you can’t have a say in that. 

And as you know him, Futakuchi won’t even think about sleeping with you. There are other things going on in his head. 

Maybe he also wants you to take the first step? Why are you thinking so much about it? That’s not your way… Still, you’re curious about what it’s like to sleep with the man you love. Does he even think about it?

Is it actually the case with men that they also have pain? And here you are… for the first time you ask questions about sex in your girls group, talk together with them about their experiences, which somehow make you anything but happy. Actually, they make you panic. 

Maybe it’s better to search the internet for more experiences. 

Like every Saturday you are at Futakuchi’s apartment, lying in his bed with his old shirt and plush socks. Sitting against the back of the bed, legs slightly bent and looking through different forums to look for opinions and experiences of other women. Futakuchi is still in the bathroom, showering away the sweat from training, when he comes into the bedroom dressed only in boxers. But you do not hear him, you are too absorbed in the experiences of all the women. Even when he calls your name the second time, you don’t react. 

You really seem to read something interesting, Futakuchi thinks. He would love to know what it is. Not that he wants to screen your phone. If it’s messages you write to friends, he doesn’t want to know. Speaking of messaging with friends... For inexplicable reasons, he hears Kamasaki’s voice straight in his head, his stupid laughter and the words “you dare not”. Kamasaki had shown him a video of couples doing this new “flip over” trend today after training. 

While the woman is sitting on the bed, actually exactly as you are doing it, the man approaches her, crouches with his back to her in front of her and wraps his legs under her legs, just to turn her over with a flip to the side. So that she meets the pillows with her face, ass up, while he is like the doggy position behind her. Kamasaki was convinced that Futakuchi would not dare to do that with you. But it’s still Futakuchi. He has proclaimed out loud that he can definitely do that. 

Daring… tch, what’s so daring about it? He wonders, unaware of what is about to happen. Just like in the video, he imitates the movements when your attention is now focused on him during his movements. Now away from your phone. You didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom, let alone crawl on the bed. Wow, you were really totally gone with your thoughts. 

“Kenji wha-” But you do not manage to ask your question completely. It happens at such a rapid moment. You feel your body swing to the side as you suddenly face the pillow. Futakuchi’s pelvis bumps your butt. Immediately your heart beats faster, because you feel something on your butt. It is not really hard, but it’s big. His dick, which you never felt against your body so far, is so close to you now. An unknown feeling spreads between your legs. What is it?

Laughing, Futakuchi leans forward, unconsciously puts his hand around your stomach before he tries to look you in the eyes. You turn your head to the side, peer at the cell phone, which glows brightly in your hand. Futakuchi follows your gaze, giggles again when he asks you what you are reading. 

“Seems really interesting when you can’t even take your gaze away from that thing while your sexy boyfriend enters the room.” 

“It- It’s nothing… really…” you answer shyly and notice how your cheeks blush. But unintentionally Futakuchi has already read the headline in the pink forum which says ‘First time, last time - it’s only painful nothing more’.

“Hey babe, why would you read this?” he asks irritated, annoyed that you read such nonsense. As if some woman who had a wonderful first time writes on the Internet in such forums how great it was. Only those who really thought everything was stupid do that. It’s the same with the dentist. 

“I… I don’t know… but-” Still shy, you’re trying to free yourself from the grip of your boyfriend, rubbing your butt more against his pelvis and now Futakuchi understands what Kamasaki meant. Your shapely ass rubs against his cock and god that feels so hot. Your expression at him from down there, pinned into the pillows, damn that’s anything but decent. 

“What are you doing there, Kenji?” The hand on your stomach unconsciously becomes firmer. You have the feeling that his cock on your butt is changing. It’s somehow… harder? Bigger? Is he… Is he aroused right now? Again you feel your fast beating heart on your chest, notice how the blood rushes through your head. 

“I- I’m sorry, cutie. It was just-” 

“You’re in the mood?”

“Huh?” He asks surprised, his eyes grow big as he looks down at you. In the mood for… sex? Do you mean that? No, you mean something else for sure. 

“Are you in the mood for… you know… sex?” Your question comes out quietly, almost as if you were ashamed to have said something so lewd out loud, but Futakuchi has understood you crystal clear.

So it’s indeed what you thought. Why is he so turned on suddenly? Oh, fuck… “Are- are you, babe?”

“I- I feel strange but… if you rub your dick at my ass like that… I think that this strange feeling is what you call being in the mood.”

“Good… because I feel like… I really want you now, babe.” These are just a few words, but they are powerful. ‘Cause all the heat’s visible on your face. His brown eyes stare at you as drilling as that of a wild animal looking at its prey. His length pushes more against you and your whole body feels strange. Mixed feelings are spreading within you. Somehow you are curious. You feel ready to take this step with him, but at the same time you are afraid of what you stupidly just read on the Internet. Should you tell him? But he looks at you so full of desire. Besides, he’s hard… Turning him down now, you don’t get over your heart. 

So you turn away from his gaze, press your face into the pillow in front of you, your hands clenched into fists at the edge of the pillow. Futakuchi interprets your body language so that he should start doing something. Just what? He never had sex, just like you. And the porn he had watched before your relationship is probably anything but helpful...

Without really having a plan, he strokes the inside of your thighs up to your covered pussy. With a muted moan, you twitch slightly, squeezing your legs together. Somehow he likes it, how you are so sensitive only by his touch. Is that because you’re just as excited as he is? 

Grinning, he snorts, and bends forward, still touches your inner thighs with his fingertips. He kisses your plump butt, like its something fragile under his lips. Oh god, such kisses feel certainly different. Futakuchi notices how his stiff cock hurts because it can not find salvation. Because he has to wait until you’re prepared enough for his manhood. Again, you pinch your legs together. Maybe, is it not the pleasure, but something else that makes you do this?

“Hey babe you, you want it, right?” His suddenly so serious question makes you flinch. Somehow you feel caught. Feel bad at the same time because you said nothing, and he obviously noticed something wrong. 

“Y-yes…” It’s not the whole truth, but you don’t dare to tell him what’s bothering you right now. 

“And why do you always flinch so when I use my hand-” 

“I’m just scared… I -” 

“O- okay but we can make it slow? Just test it and if it hurts, we’ll stop? Or… or let’s just stop here and wait until you feel ready, okay? Let’s watch a movie.” Futakuchi had already thought something like this may happen after you had read these stupid blog entries. But he can understand you somehow. Even if he has to think of something for his erection now. But just as he wants to move away from you, your voice and your half-lidded eyes stop him. 

You’ll be scared next time too. Besides, it doesn’t have to mean that your first time must be as bad as the ine of the other girls. And… Just like with Futakuchi, this new feeling inside you, this strange thing that makes your body so warm, is almost painful. You want this. 

“P-please don’t stop… Let’s try…” You take a deep breath, push your butt in his direction, as if you want to tell him to touch it again while you still have your eyes on him. 

Even if he wants to continue, he asks you if you are really sure, and this time you give him a quick and clear answer. An answer that controls his movements, because he has his hands back on you in no time, the lips on your skin, while his fingers pamper you. When you feel his index finger on your covered slit, you shriek briefly. 

“N-not good?” 

“Mh… It- it makes me feel weird. In… a good way I think?” Your honest answer is like a lullaby in his ears. Simply beautiful. And just as honest as your words, your body responds, because Futakuchi feels how the fabric of your panties is wet. Oh damn, maybe that’s a bit like in a porn? In a very, very soft porn…

Every time he runs over your slit, he presses his finger a little harder against the fabric, notices how you wind your body, and moan softly. And only that is enough to make the bulge in his pants so unpleasant. He can’t wait long. 

Whispering, he reaches into the plush flesh of your ass cheek with his free hand before pulling the panties off of your hips. On your panties he sees the wet strip, looks at your now bare pussy, which is slightly covered by your juice. 

Without turning around, you know he’s looking at you right now. Or rather, that he looks at your most feminine body part. “Kenji… please don’t look at me like th- ah!” 

A startled moan silences you as you feel his hot fingertips on your bare skin. At the place he had rubbed before, only that you wore your panties there at that time. “You’re really wet, my dear.”

Lust, danger, so much accompanies the sound of his voice. Without thinking about it, he pulls his boxer shorts down to his ankles, finally gives his stiff cock the space it needs. You hear him take off the boxers, turn your head back to the side to catch a glimpse of his cock. But you wish you hadn’t done it. 

“Th- that will never fit!” You say panicked and seek contact with his eyes. But he just smiles at you. A mix of cautiousness and teasing. 

“Let’s just try, okay? I’m pretty sure my beautiful girl will take it well.” Even in such a situation, he flirts with you and makes you blush. Nevertheless, you feel like it will not fit without preparation. How should it? You never had something like that in your virginal hole?

Futakuchi realizes your concern, is glad for the first time that he had bought a bottle of lubricant a few months ago that he had stored under his socks in the bedside cabinet so you do not find them. Briefly he bends to the side. You realize how his weight also shifts your body lightly, as he rises again and you hear the plopping of a bottle cap. Questioningly, you look at him, but quickly see the bottle. Even if you would like to know when he bought it, you don’t really care now. Yet nothing happens. The only thing Futakuchi does is turn the bottle in his hands back and forth. As if looking for an instruction manual.

“Damn, how much of it will we need? Let me google it…”

“Really?” 

“Yeah I mean… I don’t think we’ll need the whole bottle, right?” There is nothing left of the deep, throaty voice he had before. Only his typical playful voice echoes through the room. Shaking your head, you roll your eyes, try to suppress a giggle.

“Well, just use a bit…”

“A bit? And then?”

“I don’t know? Smear it around your- your dick or so?”

“And that’s enough?” He should distribute this hazelnut little drop on his entire length and that should be enough? Does he not have to distribute something on you too? Or is your own juice really enough?

“How should I know it’s my first time too, you idiot!” 

Well, you’re right. Smiling at his own awkward manner, he apologizes before he just does what he should have done from the beginning. Turn off his mind and just let his body do it. 

Just like his brown eyes, your own wander down to his cock, to his fingers that smear his length with the transparent gel. Maybe it’s the way he touches himself but, your fear disappears more and more, the desire to finally feel him in you is high. 

“Say if it hurts, okay?” He says seriously, the top suddenly at your entrance. Again you flinch, know now it’s about time. Excitedly you hold the air, grip more firmly into the pillow, waiting for him to enter you. And it’s a brief moment when you feel his tip pressing through your entrance, and sense a burning pull in your abdomen, which is uncomfortable. 

“Ah! Ngh it hurts! It hurts!” you scream, pinch your legs together and hear Futakuchis clicking his tongue painfully. But he suppresses his own pain after you have pinched his cock with your walls. He’s more worried about you. Directly he looks at if you bleed, but he sees nothing. 

“Wh- where do you feel like you’re in pain?” 

“I- when you put it in… it hurts…” 

“Then let’s try it again next time.” Actually, he just wants to calm you, wants to make you understand it does not matter to him whether you have sex today or tomorrow or only in several months. It doesn’t matter to him. But you’re shaking your head again. 

“No, I really want it, Kenji… Now…” 

Your boyfriend had seen you tense your whole body. Maybe that was one reason you were in pain? Maybe you need to relax? “Then do me a favor, okay? Try to relax a bit. Breath in and out deeply, calm yourself and don’t squeeze me like that. Maybe you’re too tense.”

Relax… This sounds like a simple task, but it is not so easy to implement. But you try it. You do exactly what Futakuchi said, take a deep breath, try to relax somehow, turn off your mind when you feel his tip on you again. 

This time you only feel it lightly at your entrance, feel it sliding into you a bit, but immediately slips out of you. You haven’t been in pain yet, so why does he stop? You’re about to turn around and ask him what’s going on when his voice stops you from doing so. 

“Shh, just relax, okay? I’ll go deeper slowly.” And that’s exactly what he does. Again you feel his glans pushing into your hole, this time deeper. All the way to where the pain started in you. But the pain does not come a second time. Instead of giving him a shrill cry, a moan escapes you, because it suddenly feels good. More and more your boyfriend fills you and this strange feeling in you, becomes heavier. Grumbling, his hands hold your hips as he thrusts deeper into your tight pussy. 

“Mhh Kenji!” 

He has often jerked off, knows the feeling of being close to a climax and although you have just started, he notices he needs little to fill you. Why do you have to give him these sugar-sweet sounds? 

“Does it hurt?” 

“No, it feels mmh… Good..” 

He notices how his thrusts are no longer as slow as at the beginning, how they become a little faster and sloppy, your voice getting louder full of pleasure. “Babe, I think I’m gonna cum!” 

It’s not only in his words but in his movement, his trembling grip on your skin, that makes you realize how hard it must be for him to stay cool while he’s ready to cum. His length massages your inner faster and faster, feels more indecent with every thrust. Yet this strange but pleasant feeling becomes bigger and heavier in your own body, numbs your mind.

“Mf, fuck!” Futakuchi groans as he suddenly pulls his cock out of you, starts pumping it with his hand before you feel something hot, thick on your ass. 

“Fuck, sorry babe. I couldn’t do it anymore.” he breathes hard, falls back on his bed. Although you no longer feel his cock inside you, you still think that it is stretching you, that your walls are still trying to cling to something. But the only thing they can cling to right now is air. You feel tired, exhausted, at the same time somehow so light. You can’t describe it. 

“Please say something… am I that bad?” 

Only now do you perceive Futakuchi’s voice. Did he say anything earlier? You try to stand up to see him as you feel the cum running down your butt. But it does not drip on the freshly made bed, because your boyfriend has already reached for a handkerchief on the bedside cabinet to wipe the sperm from you. 

“M’ sorry for that.”

Instead of being disgusted, you only smile lovingly, tell him it is already okay and want to kiss him, but he does not respond to your kiss, turns his head to the side. Irritated, you look at him. 

“You- you didn’t cum right?” His question is almost offended. As if his priority is that you have an orgasm. But did you have one? You can’t really answer the question. After all, you’ve never had one before. But the way you felt...

“I don’t know… But I think, yes?” 

“You think? So we should probably repeat this soon to see if today was an orgasm or not?” And again his famous shady grin on his lips. The smile you love so much about him. Nodding, you wrap your arms around him and make him lose balance so that you both fall on the bed. You in his arms, nose to nose, you laugh out loud. 

“So, it wasn’t painful now, right?” Your loving-looking boyfriend wants to know while he sticks a lock of hair behind your ear. That’s really still bothering him. Shaking your head, you give him a quick kiss before staring deep into his eyes.

“No, it was really nice, but… I don’t really understand the hype about the first time. It wasn’t that great, bad or whatever. But I know I’m looking forward to our next time.” With these words, you lie your head on his chest, only listen to his heart beating loudly and quickly against his chest as his hand sneaks under your top so that he can stroll along your spine with his warm fingertips. 

“Told you it’s stupid to look for these shitty posts about other girls first time.” 

“Yeah, you’re right. At least for once.” Although your words may sound mean, he feels you mean it affectionately, feels your smile on his chest before he gives you a kiss on the hairline. 

“I love you, dummy.”

[paradox-liveheadcanons]

hiii a pleasure, could you make jealous headcanons for gokuluck? just as I saw what you did before with other groups I was wondering if I could get something similar for gokuluck :'33 thank you very much and rest well <3

Goku Luck Jealous Headcanons

Yuto Inukai -

 Albeit being jealous, he feels guilty for feeling this way towards you. He didn't want to bother you about it and often keeps it to himself. 

Whilst keeping it to himself, he kept making mistakes on the job, the Goku Luck members noticing and started pitying how he made more mistakes than normal and couldn't keep still (Kenta just lol'ed at the old man).

His more violent persona... on the other hand... is very honest. 

A protective arm around your shoulders, he's lecturing you about how you weren't paying attention to him.

Despite being a bit aggressive with his words, it's kind of cute how he was jealous over something so trivial.

Promising that you'd pay more attention to him in the future, he tsk'ed and looked away muttering under his breath about how hopeless you are, though you could see his ears were bright red.

Ryoga Tosa - 

He has trouble talking to you about it, often relying on his actions to tell you what he wants you to know.

Despite being hot headed and forward, this time he tries his best to tell you how he really feels. He's always been much more patient with himself when he's with you, doing his best to treat you well and talking to you as much as possible.

He has a habit of pulling and stretching his fingers when he's nervous; pulling at his fingers as he tells you about how he feels jealous when you're not focused on him.

A blush as bright as his hair flushed over his face and ears, his eyes avoiding your eyes.

It was refreshing to see his usually dominant and strong characteristic turned softer as he tries his best to tell you his feelings. 

It was gap moe that would make anyone's heart flutter.

Shion Kaida - 

An unexpected back hug and a head on your shoulder, Shion pouts as he stares at what you're focused on.

His silence nerved you for a bit, staying in that position he continues to stare silently.

"I'm sad you're not paying attention to me anymore..." He sighs as he plays with your hair, a pout still on his face.

He's not ashamed to let you know that he wants to be the centre of your attention.

Sighing, he sulks as he looks away, waiting for you to (hopefully) apologise and maybe he'll teasingly forgive you.

If you continue to ignore him, he'll probably start sulking for real to the point he'd annoy Kenta and Ryoga about it (complaining and smoking 10x the cigs he normally smokes).

Of course, he'll perk right up the moment you give him a kiss on the cheek as a silent apology, teasing about how you can't resist his charms~ (Kenta and Ryoga in the back like (⊙_⊙)( -_- ))

Kenta Mikoshiba - 

The most tsundere of the group, he tries to act like it didn't bother him at all despite obviously seething over it.

He tries to distract himself, hacking into Inukai's data for fun, catfishing the girls messaging him on dating apps with Shion's pictures.

Despite his efforts, he still gets frustrated thinking about how you smiled more at the thing you're focusing on compared to when you're with him. 

You were the first one to ask if anything was wrong, his pent up emotions exploding as he tells you how jealous he was.

Your shocked face made him immediately apologise for yelling at you, genuinely worried you were upset but your laughter made him feel more reassured you're fine.

His face flushes red at his confession which makes you laugh even harder as he tries to hide it under his hoodie.

You made sure to give him lots of attention after that.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this~~

I might be first priority on HC's for the new groups since they're quite popular!

I hope everyone has a great weekend. - 🐝

[welkinsky]

Ih hi I'm new and I was wondering if you could do Tokoyami Dabi and Tomura hc with a fem s/o who never lies, like they are able to lie but it's just so bad that a baby not even born yet can tell it's a lie. Also I'm like this so it sometimes it's hard on my self esteem

A/N: You know that is a great quality that you have right there, after all these years I've learned that it is always better to always just tell the truth, it is not always easy but makes thing way more simpler. So I'm tryna be like uuyyu ma boi (I'm sorry I've seen way too many reals recently lol)

BNHA Boys X Reader Who Never Lie (Part 1)

Part 1 - Tokoyami, Dabi and Tomura

Part 2 - Bakugou, Hawks and Aizawa

Part 3 - Izuku, Shoto and Kirishima

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Dabi

"Where were you?" you heard as you were trying to sneak in the room.

You turned he was there sitting in the chair while glaring at you. "I was out for a walk" you said awkwardly stretching and scratching the back of your neck.

"For real?!" he asked you with a confused expression. It was scary. You wanted to tell the truth but thought it would be better if you just kept quite and didn't chickened out.

You were planning a surprise party for him. It was his birthday, he didn't tell anyone about it but you and you wanted to make it special.

Since it's been a long time since he had a party or any celebration in a long time.

"I'm going to ask this one more time.." that was your que for telling him what was up. Since you didn't answer, "WHERE WERE YOU?!" he said launching towards you.

"Aaa I was arranging cake for you!" You said in one breathe and kind of scared.

His expression changed and guilt was written on his face. First for scaring you and doubting you in the first place and on top of that, you were doing something that no one has ever done for you.

Safe to say that you got the deluxe treatment rest of the week.

Tomura

"You were training, weren't you?" you heard your man's stern voice.

"No I was just hanging out Toga and twice" you said looking down at the floor, trying to play it off.

"Oh okay, well... it is funny because I just dismissed those two, we were in a meeting since morning" you heart sank.

You looked at him with those guilty eyes. To which his expression softened, "You were hurt badly last time, why do you want to do this to your body again. We have enough time till next time we'll need your help." He couldn't help but hug you while still scolding you politely making sure that you don't get scared, "Come here. Take rest now."

He kissed the top of your head and made you look up with his index finger under your chin to make sure that you were alright.

Gave a peck on you lips and nodded you to go to bed.

Tokoyami

You were coming back from the break room when you bumped into him.

"Did you have lunch?" he asked in his usual calm tone. He wasn't a friend of yours as such but he did help you this morning when you fainted in an empty corridor.

"Yea I just did" you replied while avoiding eye contact with him. "Yea what did you eat?" he asked in a stern voice.

You started stuttering which obvious that you were lying. So you just told him the truth that you kind of forgot to bring the lunch and even the lunch money and since you were new, you had zero friends apart from him, you talked to him occasionally.

After that, you both sat together and you shared his lunch together. That was the start of your bond with him :))

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