#I hope I did okay with this one!

[thotsforvillainrights]

Could I have a smut scenario where reader’s colleague Skeptic is assigned to teach her coding (probably by Trumpet because he knows reader likes Skep), and during their sessions, reader is a tease but Skeptic does his best to resist but eventually gives into her temptations-

[COULD I?????? Yes...yes I could/and gladly will! Hope you don't mind as usual I try to leave the reader open so everyone can insert themselves into this. Also I'm not sure where Trumpet works himself in but this is fanfic so I'm gonna make sure he's in there one way or another!]

~Informative~

-Tomoyasu Chikazoku Smut-

Informative-providing useful or interesting information.

His mind worked a million miles an hour as he'd just finished up some leftover work from Feel Good when suddenly there was a dim knock on the door of his private space at Detnerat. He thinks nothing of it as he finishes saving his work and directs on of his puppets to answer for him. He was expecting anything but the sound of a shriek. He sighs, knowing that all to familiar voice at the doorway. When he turns his desk chair slightly he sees you standing there, gripping your chest and letting out a sigh. "Tomoyasu, you don't have any other real use for these things besides servitude???" You speak, moving past the creepy thing and making your way into the office. He rolls his eyes at your words and crosses his arms while still seated. "They're quite helpful if you ask me. Certainly more meaningful to the cause than you could ever hope to be. Now what do you want? I don't suppose you've come in here to prattle about and waste my time again, have you?" He quips at you. "I'll have you know, I'm plenty useful to the cause, handsome." You wink at him and he shudders in disgust. "What do you want..." He reiterates, trying to quickly change the subject.

You're always teasing him like this...

"I was sent in here with the task of having you become my teacher for the next few weeks." You speak proudly and he squints in suspicion. Was this another one of your ploys to bother him rather than let him work? How disgraceful he hasn't worked up the proper gall to drive you away from him yet. Or perhaps he didn't truly want to do so. He silently denies any feelings come budding up again. "Teacher? For what exactly? You couldn't be taught by me and learn, much less by anyone else. You couldn't pour water out of a boot even if the instructions were written on the side of it." He smirks at your look of shock. You place a hand over your chest and pretend to be offended, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh my, that was just so very rude of you. Whatever am I to do? My heart is broken! Pshhh yeah right...and anyway, you better believe me. I'm telling you the truth. I was told it would be good to pick up on this other skill set because not only would it strengthen our defenses tech wise but it'd also give you some time to recharge when you needed a step-in."

"Step in? A step in? Rest assured there's no one on this planet that could 'step in' for me. I'm the best at what I do and I don't need some pathetic underling to-"

"Call and see then, since you don't believe me." You cut him off, placing your phone in his hand. He stares up at you and glares before opening your videocall app and seeing the last person you'd conversed with. "Trumpet..." He pressed the call button and grits his teeth when the politician's face comes up on screen. "Is this yet another prank of yours then? Where's the grand commander? Let me speak with him immediately." Despite Skeptic's angry disposition, Hanabata seems unbothered. He in fact ends up smiling instead. A rather mischievous one at that..."Grand Commander is home sick with the flu. He asked me to send Y/N in so she/he/they could learn to code from you. He did this personally of me so I wouldn't dare end up calling him to argue or go against his word...unless of course you don't seem to agree with him and his vision?" Trumpet smirked when he knew he had Skeptic's arm tied up in a metaphorical knot. What Skeptic didn't know was that ReDestro didn't specifically ask for his help. He'd originally asked for Skeptic to find someone at Feel Good that could assist with this. However, Trumpet knew you two were fairly engrossed with each other (despite the way you seemed to be at each other's throats half the time) and he knew the best course of action to push you together would be a little white lie.

Tomoyasu hung up the phone and slammed it on the desk next to him before turning back to the monitor screen. He sighs in annoyance and points at the chair next to him. "Sit down before I change my mind." You happily smile and take a seat next to him. He directs his puppet (still standing by the doorway) to shut the door and remain facing the wall there. At least he was considerate of your discomfort around them...

The entire first half of the hour was less like an informative lesson and more like him degrading you for the most simple of mistakes. The harder he was on you, the more mistakes you made. The more mistakes meant the harder he was going to be, thus only making you again mess up more. It was a difficult cycle you couldn't seems to get over. The next part of the hour he decided to get into a long lecture about the technique of coding and blah blah blah...Your mind drifted away. You find your eyes settling once more on his lips and down his clothed chest to his lap. This was not a first time occurrence when it came to you. You were attracted to him yes, but anytime you tried to honestly confess to him it all came out as teasing. You'd never known he'd felt the same way, would you? Or course not with the way his attraction came out as aggression and annoyance. Being in the same confined area as you for this long was making his mouth dry. He was trying to control his thoughts as best he could manage. He kept his eyes glued to the screen as he spoke to you but his mind was certainly elsewhere. He'd damned himself about 28 times a week for falling for someone like you. He'd damned himself 28 times more for touching himself in the shower at the thought of you last night. He was slowly losing his mind. You were the cause of it.

"If you're not going to pay attention then I'm not going to waste my time trying to teach you the basics. It's not like you've managed to make a lick of progress so far anyway..." He grumbles and you smirk at him. "Oh? Because I thought I did pretty good with that whole script thing earlier. I saw you smile when I got it right...that one little thing." You reach over and poke his side. He growls and huffs at you, poking back much harsher and causing you a bit of light pain. "Don't flatter yourself. That was the ONLY thing you could do right. I doubt you could even remember how to write your own name half the time." He laughs at his own mean joke. You smile mischievously and poke him back. He takes it as a challenge and returns the favor. To anyone else watching, you two would look like two toddlers fighting each other. Soon it got to the point where you got so rowdy with him that you stood up to run away and he followed. You didn't make it far as you tripped over one of the lose wires on the ground and he quickly caught you. It didn't register just how close you were to each other's face until you opened your eyes and looked at him. He was at an angle over you that you could see his greyed eyes beneath the long choppy black bangs covering them. His mind had gone blank for a bit as he stared back at you. He silently cursed himself for leaning in even closer. Couldn't seem to deny his own body when your lips reached each other. When you both pulled away from the kiss, he was trying to quietly catch his breath back. Of course you needed to say something stupid to ruin the moment.

"If this is the kind of lesson you give on coding, please by all means sign me up for the next few weeks!" You smirk at him and he scoffs. "Shut up."

"Make me..."

Oh there is was. There was the exact moment he decided to stop running and start chasing. There's much you could've said about the situation yourself but it would seem your words are caught in your throat when he has you bent over the desk with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to silence your moans. "I've grown tired of your constant teasing me. Perhaps I should've taught you long ago not to mess with me hmm? Oh why aren't you replying? Say something or I'll just have to fuck you harder." He's messing with you now. He knows you can't speak like this. Even if you could, it would all come out a jumbled mess anyway. He uses his free hand to grip at the back of your neck while he thrusts into you. Eventually he removes his other hand from your mouth and pulls himself out, replacing his cock with your hand and using your own saliva as lubrication. Without much warning, he forcefully shoves himself back inside. You gasp and quickly bite down on your own forearm to keep yourself quiet. Although you've both lost yourselves to pleasure, you're still aware enough to know the risks of getting caught having sex at Detnerat with each other and the embarrassment that'll come with it.

While you try to desperately contain your own moans, he resorts to covering his own mouth now. He can feel himself getting closer and you tightening yourself around him was only making it more intense by the minute. "Fuck~ Why don't you cum for me hmm? C'mon, I'm only doing you a favor by allowing you to finish on my cock. Hurry before I change my mind." He leans down to nip at your shoulder while slowing his thrust to a rougher and more direct pace. You feel yourself coming undone whether you were ready or not. You couldn't draw this out any longer if you'd wanted to as you finish right there for him. Your muffled moan into your own arm and the way you feel around him was just enough he needed for himself. He instead bites down roughly into your shoulder and groans as he finishes as well. When he pulls away he glances at the mouth/teeth marks he'd left on the skin there. The awkward silence of getting dressed next to you and praying no one heard you would've almost been enough for him to want to die had you not said those magic words he only heard you say in his dreams before this...

"So, you uh...wanna come back to my place later and watch a movie?"

For the first time in a long time he'd actually given you a genuine and non-sarcastic smile before he replied. "Yeah sure."

[hinamie]

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[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[bats-and-the-birds]

I am thinking about the batkids and their rooms at the manor.

When Dick was first brought to the manor, Alfred put wooden letters that spelled out his name on the outside of the door to his room. He wanted the boy to feel like he belonged, and denoting the room as his seemed like the best way. At first, they spelled out "Richard", and were painted in red, green, and yellow -- the colors that his parents had worn for their circus act, that didn't have any other meaning yet. Dick pried them off the door and threw them away. He didn't want to accept that this was permanent yet. There were new letters on the door a few days later, blue this time, and spelling out "Dick" instead. Those letters got pried off much the same and shoved in a drawer, and they didn't get put back until a year later. He was too short to put them in the same place, so they ended up crooked, and Alfred found it too endearing to fix.

When he left the manor years later, he considered ripping the letters off the door and throwing them in the foyer on his way out. But he left them, and there they remained, crooked as ever.

Jason got his own letters when it became clear he wasn't going anywhere. He helped Alfred put them up on his bedroom door, standing on a step stool to make sure they got in the right place. His were evenly spaced and neatly aligned, and he refused to tell anyone that he cried over them that night. He'd spent months wondering if he'd ever live up to his predecessor, not just as Robin, but in the family as well. And now he had his own letters, just like Dick's, and they weren't going anywhere.

And they didn't. Even after he died. Bruce and Alfred both considered taking the name down to make walking past that empty room less painful, but in the end, they didn't dare touch the letters, just like they didn't touch anything else in the room. Years later, Jason would sneak into the manor through his old bedroom window and find his school uniforms still hanging in the closet, his textbooks on his desk, an open novel on his nightstand, and, of course, the letters still on the door, more of an epitaph than the one on his actual tombstone.

Tim fought for his name on a bedroom door. It took a while, but he trained, and he learned, and he forced himself into the role that he knew he could fill. Part of him thought that no matter how good and useful he made himself as Robin, he'd never really fill the role that the two before him did. He thought there might not be room for him after Jason's death, but he did it. He was older than the other two when Alfred finally put the letters up on his door, but he did it.

Later, when he left in search of Bruce, he didn't think for a second of taking his name down off his door. He'd earned it.

Damian's name got put up practically as soon as he got to the manor. He didn't think much of having his name on a door. If anything, it irked him a bit, being lumped in with the others, but it would have annoyed him more if he didn't get his own name. For a while, his name on the door, marking it as his from the hallway, was the only reason you could tell it wasn't the guest room that it had previously been. He had no photographs, had arrived with no personal affects.

That changed, eventually. As he gained friends, he also gained photos of them. He put up sketches and watercolor paintings of his animals. A dog bed got put on the floor for Titus. But the letters had been there from the beginning, and he grew to appreciate them eventually. His room, with the name on the door, was safe, and he liked it there.

Cass's letters showed up without much fanfare. They were simply there when she exited her room one day. "Cassandra" in black wooden letters that matched all of her new siblings'. She ran her fingers over them with reverence. She'd never been allowed to leave a mark before. Her life was predicated on being a shadow, but there was her name, in big letters, somewhere where other people could see it.

Steph had a room. She didn't want to admit it, but when she crashed at the manor, it was always in the same room. Her name was put up, and she took it down, and it was put up again, and she took it down again until it became something of a game between her and Alfred. If Steph was staying at the manor and Alfred didn't find a wooden S in a random cupboard, then have to search the house for the rest of her name, then he knew she was in a bad mood, and he usually made her favorite cookies and left them outside of the door with her name still firmly in place.

Duke's letters were waiting for him when he moved in. His name in bright yellow letters that matched his suit already in place. Of course it was, it's tradition at this point, and he's part of the family now. He had bounced around for a while now, and the letters on his door made him feel...calmer. It was a sense of permanence, and one he could learn to enjoy.

Barbara didn't need a room. She had her own room, in her own house, but Alfred still offered to mark out a space for her. She declined. When she did stay over, it was either in the cave or Dick's room, she didn't need her own. Still, that didn't mean her mark wasn't left somewhere. There was a study downstairs with a desk that she sometimes did her homework on as a child if she was staying over for the night. Now, the desk held a computer that was wired into the Batcomputer's network, a photo of her and her father, and, of course, tiny wooden letters affixed to the side that spelled out 'Barbara'.

[stil-lindigo]

warmth.

a comic about not being alone.

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* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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[nekrosmos]

First piece of 2025 and it's a mob boss Nikolai AU, inspired by both @panchulien and @on-a-lucky-tide (this fic and this fic respectively)

[shredsandpatches]

On the subject of "Mary Did You Know," it always makes me think of this poem, which is thematically similar but more biblically accurate in that it's founded on the premise that yes, she did know all of that, and that's also kind of awful?

And yes, it is that Dorothy Parker. She contained multitudes.

[collophora]

@devinsisland apocalypse AUs, but it's just chill gardening between two raids outside to scavenge seeds

[wienners]

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon are gengar and haunter. His favorite candy is reeses cups. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. He ate a baby. His animal motif is a rabbit. Hes kind of based off the donnie darko rabbit. He almost exclusively wears merchandise of the quentin tarantino movie death proof. He talks to his cats in a baby voice. He wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. Hes 5'3. Sometimes he barks like a dog. Hes from new jersey. He hacked a girls tumblr blog so he could post about how awesome he is. He added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. He named a chainsaw rex. He torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. His name comes from an animal collective song. His creator drew his "true form" as a giant buff wolf bug anthro. Theres a (semi)canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". The guy hes possessing has radioactive blood. He tried for 2 whole minutes to pick up a bottle of ketchup with a grabby hand. Hes kind of suicidal.He can be reasonably compared to pretty much every major tumblr sexyman. His actor has gone on record saying heath ledgers joker inspired his acting choices. His creators were too attached to him to permanently kill him at the end of the series. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like bill ciphers first year on HRT. Hes basically like my artistic muse. For some fucking reason i associate the song cake by the ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

[somegrumpynerd]

It's cold around the castle this time of year so Horror set a fire in one of the fireplaces, and some people got especially cosy

Cross by Jakei95 Killer by Rahafwabas

Bonus doodle:

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he still dreams of you and wishes for another chance to make you his, some lines are inspired by hakujitsu by king gnu

warnings: reader is rather lively/bubbly,

notes: TYSM FOR 100 !!!, a/n (yapping) in tags

wc: 1800

Hoshina Soushirou still dreamt of you. Every once in a while, you’d come to visit him in his sleep and it would make him believe that a miracle had occurred, that he had another chance. Every time, he would tell himself that he would never let this go, that he would give it his absolute all this time.

Yet, every time, he would wake up from this dream.

And every time, he would feel his heart drop at the realization of that. He was disappointed, and he knew, but there was no reason to be. It wasn't like anything had happened between the two of you. He liked to believe there was something going on— something more than mere acquaintances or friends, but he knew there wasn't. It must've been all in his head because the last time he had heard of you was before you were moved to the first division. He hadn't heard a single word from you since then, nor has he said anything— but that was just the way it was. There was nothing to do at this point anyway.

He wasn’t with you for all that long, and it was probably just the fact that both of you joined at the same time that naturally started the first conversation. He was far more weary of everything and far less cheerful at the time, and you didn't even work with him most of the time being a researcher, but you didn’t mind that one bit. If you had something you wanted to say, you would tell him and he’d just have to listen. At first, he had no idea why you kept talking to him when he paid hardly any mind, but after a while, he found comfort in your conversations. He had started to look forward to talking to you.

It had only been a few months before the defense force noticed how spectacular your work was and quickly called you over to the first division. There wasn’t a tearful farewell, or even a casual goodbye for that matter. You disappeared along with a cheerful ‘I’ll see you around!’ while you were moving your boxes out and he would hear those words ring in his head for the years to come— in your voice. Yet, at the time, all he could do was force a smile and nod.

It had been so many years since you had moved, he didn’t even know what you looked like now. Probably still stunning. Definitely still stunning. Although he had the chance to see the 1st division officers a lot, you were a researcher who worked behind the scenes. Naturally, there was no reason he'd bump into you, and he didn’t. He never did.

He loved to remember you, but he hated to think about you. He loved to remember the way you would laugh at his silly jokes, the way you would ramble on about the work you had to do daily but would still put in your all, and the way you would always visit him with some cold tea when he trained late into the night if you were still up as well. Actually, he hated thinking about the tea— it would make him start thinking about you. He would think about how you were now, if you were still pilled with work, and if you remembered him.

If he bumped into you, would you remember his name? Maybe if he cracked a lame joke. Maybe if he gave you a few days to think about it. Maybe if he started listing the things you talked about— his most treasured memories. Maybe then you’d say his name again.

See? This is why he hated thinking about you— he had things to be doing.

It wasn't like this happened everyday and it wasn't that big of a deal. It just ruined his day a little when it did happen. So if he had to say, he hated dreaming of you.

As you took over his thoughts again, the emergency alarm started to buzz, as if to tell him to snap out of it. He was thankful, he couldn't still be daydreaming like this.

A smaller-sized identified grade kaiju had appeared near the first division quarters, so the third division was doing more backup work this time. Hoshina was taking care of the smaller kaiju in the vicinity that had spawned from the presence of the honju. It felt nice for him to be doing work, it took his mind off his ramblings and cleared his head. He wasn't too worried about the honju, however. Although it was an identified grade, it wasn't anything they hadn't dealt with before and as much as he liked to tease Narumi about how he was always better at smaller kaiju neutralization, he knew Narumi was extraordinary at what he did.

At least that would have been true for any other kaiju of that size and strength, but Narumi seemed to be struggling far more than expected with this one. From his earpiece, he heard Okonogi notify him that the 1st division was asking to send Narumi some help if possible, and he immediately rushed over.

Yet, by the time he got there, Narumi had already neutralized the kaiju in question, although horribly beat up.

“I don't need your help, Hoshina!” Narumi still managed to yell while on the floor, absolutely bleeding out.

“Oh, shut up, do you want to die?” Hoshina asked. It didn't take an expert to see that Narumi’s condition was concerning.

Narumi soon fell quiet, probably unconscious, while Hoshina found his earpiece lying on the floor near him. He picked it up, hoping it'd connect to the first division just in case they had lost connection to his vitals.

“He's unconscious right now, but he seems to still be breathing. However, he's bleeding dangerously from multiple spots. I think a few ribs might also be broken,” Hoshina said. “There aren't any kaiju nearby at the moment and I'll take care of them if any do come— bring the stretcher right away.”

He waited a moment, but there was no response from the earpiece.

“Hello?” he asked, hoping for a response. After another moment, he heard it.

“Hoshina…?”

It was you. He would still recognize your voice from anywhere. Oh, how he missed you. His eyes were wide and he had nothing to say all of a sudden. You remembered him. You recognized his voice.

You remembered his name.

“Thank you for your report, we lost connection to some of his vitals halfway through. The medics should be there in a few minutes,” you said.

“I'll stand by,” Hoshina said and kept Narumi's earpiece in his ear. He had nothing he wanted to tell you, not one thing in mind, but he wanted to be on the line with you— even in silence. The medics came in a few minutes like you had told him and took care of Narumi right away.

“They got here, he should be fine now,” Hoshina said, as if you didn't already know. He just wanted something to say to you.

“I missed working with you,” you said and he couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps he'd wake up from this dream again. Perhaps he'd open his eyes and be utterly disappointed again. But he knew there wasn't even a hint of romantic affection in your words, just the respect you've always had for the work he did, and how you missed doing this job with him. And he did too.

“Yeah, I did too,” he said. “I still do.”

You chuckled a little and he could still picture you smiling. “That made my entire year,” you said. “Probably not the time for this, but we should catch up sometime. If you don't mind, of course.”

Made your year. What did you mean by that? And If he didn't mind? Oh, you didn't know how many times he's dreamed of this day.

“I'd love to,” he said. While he was a little embarrassed to imagine the rest of the first-division team hearing this conversation, that was not going to stop him. He'd be an absolute fool to let this chance go. He has promised himself to give it his all this time.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked quietly.

“Sorry?” you asked, hoping he'd repeat that. You heard it, but you were afraid you were so delusional you were starting to hear things. Your heartbeat quickened and you waited patiently, hoping it wasn't all in your head.

“Do you have a lover?” he asked a little more clearly, but obviously still nervous and flustered. You had never seen him like this, ever.

“No,” you replied, a little too quickly. “I do not.”

Relief washed over him and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Oh, thank goodness you didn't have access to his vitals. He was going to make you fall for him somehow.

“…do you?” you asked quietly, after a moment.

“Me?” he asked. “No, I don't.”

“I see,” you said, but he could hear the soft delight in your voice. He would never miss it.

Perhaps he'd just go for it. There was nothing for him to lose at this point, and he had made his feelings plenty obvious already. If you didn't want him, he'd just try again. He's tried countless times in his dreams already, what's a few more?

“But I'd love to be yours,” he said and heard you gasp quietly. That one he couldn't read. Was that a little too bold? Far too sudden?

“Did I hear that right?” he faintly heard you scream, asking your fellow first division coworkers. That made him laugh, you hadn't changed one bit. “I’ve loved you forever, Hoshina.”

There was absolutely no way. He was going to wake up soon, he just knew it. Well, might as well indulge in the dream for now, then.

“I've definitely loved you for longer,” he said.

“Hoshina, I'm going to kill you if this is a dream,” you said, and that caught him off guard. Yet, even that sounded nice to him, and that made him smile. He'd get to see you, at least.

But it wasn't a dream. The way your voice fluttered his heart could never be felt through a dream. The way your laugh filled his soul could not possibly make him feel so warm through a mere dream.

“I cannot wait to see you,” you said softly, your voice so full of love it made him melt.

He couldn't either, but that wasn't exactly what he had on mind this entire time.

“And I cannot wait to kiss you.”

[inkclover]

A wild Heket joins your party!🍄🍁

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

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